BOSTON Some years ago
I don't wanna be a product of my environment
I want my environment to be a product of me.
Years ago we had the Church.
That was only a way of saying: we had each other.
But now, I dont know... It's a funny thing.
... put hate in your heart.
The Knights o' Columbus were real headbreakers, true guineas.
They took over their piece of the city.
Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fuckin' job
we had the presidency, may he rest in peace.
That's what the niggers don't realise.
If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this:
No one gives it to you, you have to take it!
Flynn, don't make me have to come down here again for this.
Won't happen again, Mr. C.
Carmen's developin' into a fine young lady.
You should be proud.
You get your period yet, Carmen?
Are you Johnny Sullivan's kid?
You live with your grandmother?
Ya.
Flynn, get him a couple of loaves of bread
couple of half gallons of milk. Do you like bologna and cheese?
Give him some cold cuts, throw some mayo in,
Do you like comic books?
You do good in school?
Ya.
That's good.
I did too.
They call that a paradox.
Just keep it.
Buy yourself some make-up.
You ever wanna earn a little extra money
you come by L street.
You know where I am on L street?
Good.
Good boy.
...to you our Lord we commend the soul of Alphonsus your servant
in the sight of this world he is now dead.
Forgive whatever sins he commited
through human weakness.
Amen.
Church wants you in your place.
Kneel, stand, kneel, stand...
If you go for that sort of thing,
I don't know what to do for you.
A man makes his own way.
No one gives it to you,
you have to take it!
"Non serviam."
James Joyce.
Smart, Colin!
Guineas from the north end down Providence
tried to tell me what to do.
And somethin' maybe happened to them...
maybe...
like that!
Jeez!
She fell funny!
Francis, you really should see somebody!
When you decide to be somethin'
you can be it!
That's what they don't tell you in the Church.
When I was your age, they would say:
we could become cops or criminals.
Today what I'm saying to you is this:
When you're facing a loaded gun
what's the difference?
Hm?
Tell me boy.
Terminal ballistics is the study of a projectile
as it hits its target,
and of the destruction that it causes.
Take for instance what you carry.
9 mm hollow point.
When a hollow point actually hits the skull,
what happens is that it mushrooms
and when it mushrooms, it peels back.
You may have 6-8-10 little particles of the bullet
that are like razor blades.
- Sir, yes, sir! Sir, yes, sir! - Tearing their internal organs, their liver,
their lungs, their heart...
...when the tissue, skull, blood, brain matter...
... that's called a blowback.
Fuck you!
Fuckin' queers!
Firemen getting pussy for the first time in the history
of fire or pussy.
Hey, go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos.
Pencils!
Begin!
What are you looking at?
Forget it.
Your father was a janitor. His son's only a cop.
Fucking firefighters are a bunch of homos.
They are!
She tells me, you never finish anything.
You finish the police course
you get taken care of again, baby.
So after graduation,
I get a blowjob again.
It's great! Your mother must be a wonderful woman!
Fuck yourself!
Put it this way: You're a black guy in Boston,
you don't need any help from me to be completely fucked!
Massachusetts State Police has a long tradition of excellence...
Your graduation today
solidifies your acceptance
into one of the finest law enforcement agencies in our nation.
As the governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts
I am confident each and every one of you will serve
with distinction, honor and integrity.
Congratulations to all our new troopers!
Thank you! You are dismissed.
Sullivan!
Assigned to plainclothes right out of the gate.
Congratulations!
We're gonna go out for beer. You wanna come?
No, no I'll catch up with you guys!
School's out.
Thank you, Frank.
You earned it.
No more pencils, no more books.
All right!
This is not the regular police,
this is the State Police.
Your training will illustrate the difference.
State Police! Step forward! State Police! Open the door!
What's the difference?
Go, go, go, go, go!
Is that understood?
Sir, yes, sir! Sir, yes, sir!
Get the fuck out right now!
Get back right now!
Congratulations on passing the detective's exam,
and welcome to the Special Investigation Unit.
Whoop-de-fuckin'-doo.
We won't be working together.
That is, directly. You'll be working for Captain Ellerby
but I like to see everybody.
You're a worker. You rise fast.
Like a twelve year old's dick!
Thank you, Sergeant!
My pleasure.
Thank you, sir.
Good luck!
Congratulations!
Thanks, hon!
You can go in there now.
You can sit.
So.
Do you know what we do here? My section?
Sir, yes, sir, I have an idea, sir.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Let's say you have no idea and leave it at that, ok?
No idea. Zip. None.
If you had an idea about what we do, we would not be good at what we do, would we?
We would be cunts.
You calling us cunts?
Staff Sergeant Dignam has a stlyle of his own.
I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.
So! You have family connections down in Southy, right? Through your father?
Why don't you tell us about your uncle Uncle Jackie?
He was a carpet layer for Jordan Marsh.
Uncle Jackie was a small time bookie who tended bar at the Vet's in Summerville.
He got popped by Nicash in '95. We found his body out by the airport.
That's right!
I remember his funeral.
Oh, good!
Close casket?
That's right!
So! Tell anybody up at Deerfield?
That is before you get kicked out for whalin' on a gym teacher
with a folding chair, your uncle met his demise like that?
I got a question.
How fucked up are you?
Hi, Darlene!
What you got, staff sergeant?
In no time you made sergeant.
S.I.U. What a country!
Huh. Perferct.
Hey, I don't mind going it alone.
Now, if you went it alone every once in a while, you might get somewhere.
We're cops, all right? This isn't somewhere.
All right, lookit. I know you're a worker.
Maybe I can do something for you.
You got any suits at home, or do you like coming to work
dressed like you're going to invade Poland.
You got quite the family tree here, kid.
That maggot uncle of yours Tommy Costigan's another goof.
He gets busted selling guns to federal officers,
among many many many other departures from, uh,
normative behavior.
What's this got to do with me, huh?
Why are you pretendin' to be a cop?
This unit is new, and you are the newest members of it.
You've been selected for it on the basis of intelligence and aptitude.
This is an elite unit.
I want you officers to smash or marginally disrupt
organized crime in the city
by enhanced cooperation with the FBI
represented here today by agent Frank Lazio.
And we will do it.
And by organized crime in the city
you know who we mean.
That's Jackie Costigan. That's an old picture.
Jackie met his demise.
That's not an old photograph.
Costello uses three key guys.
that's Fitzy, off-the-boat psycho
lives in Broughton with his mother
she's straight out of "Goin' my way".
Delahante, the muscle,
French the number one,
but of course, the rock star:
you know who.
We've done a briefing book, so read up,
I want any and all ideas so I can pass them off as my own.
Work hard, and you'll rise fast, and you're in the best possible position at the department.
Let's go to work.
Your old man was a fucking hump from Southy,
baggage handler at the airport, right?
Your family's all criminals except for the old man, huh?
And one priest, since you seem to know everything.
Last I heard he was happily married to a twelve-year-old boy
livin' on a beach in Thailand.
Fuckin' family's dogging on the Southy projects like ticks,
three deck a min at best.
You however grew up on the north shore, huh?
Well, lah-di-fuckin'-da.
You're kind of a double kid I bet, right?
Huh?
One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother,
You're upper middle class, durin' the weeks
then you dropping your r's and you're hangin' in the big bad Southy projects
with your daddy, the fuckin' donkey on the weekends.
I got that right?
Yep?
You got different accents?
You did, didn't you, you little fuckin' snake,
you were like different people.
Are you a psychiatrist?
Oh, if I was, I'd ask you why you are a Statey
making thirty grand a year,
and I think if I was Sigmond fucking Freud, I wouldn't get an answer.
So tell me,
what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties?
Families are always rising and falling in America, am I right?
Who said that?
Hawthorne.
What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fucking Shakespeare?
We have a question.
Do you wanna be a cop,
or do you wanna appear to be a cop?
It's an honest question.
Lot of guys wanna appear to be cops,
gun, badge, pretend they're on TV...
Lot of them just wanna slam a nigger's head through a plate glass window.
I'm all set without your own personal job application, right?
What the fuck did you say to me, trainee?
With all due respect, sir, what do you want from me?
Hey asshole, he can't help you!
I know what you are, Ok?
I know what you are and I know what you're not.
I'm the best friend you have on the face of this Earth
and I'm gonna help you understand something, you punk,
you're no fucking cop!
He's right.
We deal in deception here, what we do not deal with is self-deception.
Five years from now you could be anything else in the World,
but you will not be a Massachusettes State trooper.
Are you sure of that?
I'm sure of that.
Guaran-fuckin'-teed.
You got 1400 on your SAT's, kid, you're an astronaut, not a Statey.
You don't have much family.
I don't have any family.
What's that I hear from Stephanie about, you're becoming a policeman?
What do you here mean, Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father's funeral?
That... that Stephanie?
Yeah. That Stephanie.
Not much to it uncle Edward.
You're trying to prove something to the family?
When you say: the family, who do you mean exactly? You?
You always have to question everything, don't you?
Maybe it would have done you some good, to have some questions
from time to time, you know?
Am I an asshole? Are my kids a mess?
Is my wife amoney-grubbing whore? Huh?
I mean, those are questions, right?
Have I ever been good to my dying sister,
or am I just now pretending to be?
Do you need some money for the funeral?
When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.
It's very lovely, you got the high ceilings, you got the parquet floors,
the bathroom is massive...
...the fridge, it's got an alarm in it,
in case you have... you know,
eating issues. Which was a joke, not very funny one...
There is a great view of the State House,
Beacon Hill, you can see it.
I mean if you move in, you're upper class by about tuesday.
So you're a cop?
Yes, State Police Detective.
State Police Detective.
And are you married, State Police Detective?
No.
'Cause this kind of a... sort of a... big place, and...
I'll have a co-signer.
Oh cool. Ya.
You tend to have a house guest. That's cool.
You'll got...
Just give me the papers.
Sure.
Eternal rest grant unto her O Lord
and let the the perpetual light shine upon her.
May she rest in peace, Amen.
May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed.
Through the mercy of God,
rest in peace.
Amen.
Heaven holds the faithful Departed. F. Costello.
So what do I do?
There's money behind this operation.
You won't be paid as a regular cop, but there's a bonus involved.
Tax free.
We can't conceal that you were a trainee.
You 'll be convicted of a crime.
We were thinking a guilty plea to assault and battery would make sence.
Given you nature.
You do enough jail time to convince anyone this is no setup.
You'll be on probation,
see a court-ordered shrink, the whole nine yards.
If you wanna serve the Commonwealth, this is your chance.
We need you pal.
You already pretended to be a Costigan from south Boston.
Every weekend, sergeant.
Perfect.
Do it again.
For me.
THE DEPARTED
Are you Billy Costigan?
Yeah, who wants to know?
Own up. I know a Sean Costigan down on L street.
That's my cousin.
He's connected. Not too bright.
- Yeah I know. - I mean no offense.
- Billy? - Yeah, it's me.
Oh my God! Good to see you!
Aunt Kathy! How are you?
Good to see you! Come on in.
He said you was in the Staties.
I couldn't believe it.
I got kicked out like four months ago.
Yeah, it was in the papers.
So you know?
And why are we graced with your presence?
Why your mother has some pictures of my father?
Look at this smile.
My mother had them, my, uh...
My mother's dead.
Oh, sorry, sorry for your troubles.
I was at a funeral myself.
Miles Kennefick.
I knew him at school.
He's a young guy, you know, it's terrible, it's a shame.
I remember... What a night! That was a night!
Listen, listen!
I got like...
...like thirty thousand bucks, right?
- Insurrance money. - Yeah.
You know after my mother passed and everything.
Yeah, yeah.
In your line of work if I gave you like what say ten thousand?
What could I get back?
You know... You know what you usually say at these moments?
What?
Come on, man.
Oh come on, you fuckin' morron, come on!
What, you want me to say it?
Huh?
I'm not a cop, all right?
I'm your fucking cousin!
You're bad!
You're corrupt, buster. You must be my cousin.
Fucking 'ricans think they know everything.
If they knew shit, they wouldn't be Puerto Ricans...
Shut the fuck up for five seconds, huh?
That's right. You used to be a cop.
When we're working together, just try to limit it to two eightballs an hour, all right?
We're not even supposed to be doing this shit... this close to worcester.
This side of worcester.
- Says whom? - Says him, says Costello.
God says, as far as I'm concerned.
No, no, no he's no cop, he got out of the joint three weeks ago.
Cunt cop.
No, no, no. He talks like his shit don't stink, but he's good peole.
I knew his father.
I liked his uncle Jackie better.
Jackie was all right.
Uncle Jackie was excellent!
Fucking guineas.
- To Jackie! - To Jackie!
Slainte!
Cranberry juice.
It's a natural diuretic.
My girlfriend drinks it when she's got her period.
What, you got your period?
Hey, get your fuckin' hands off me!
Hey, hey, hey!
Do you know me?
No, no.
Well, I'm the guy who tells you that there's guys you can hit
and there's guys you can't.
And that's not quite the guy who can't hit
but he's almost the guy you can't hit.
So I'm gonna make a fucking ruling on this right now.
You don't fucking hit him. You understand?
Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine.
I fucking know you.
I know your family.
You make one more drug deal with that
idiot fucking cop magnet of a cousin of yours,
and I'll forget that your grandmother was so nice to me.
I'll cut your fucking nuts off, you understand that?
Yeah. Yeah I do.
What are you drinking?
A cranberry juice.
What is it, your period?
Get him a cranberry juice.
Hey, fuckhead, it's Jackie's nephew.
Uuh.
What?
Uuh fucking what?
Get the fuck out of here.
Sorry, I'm late.
Staff sergeant Dignam is our liason to the undercover section.
His undercover work is extensive.
He is here to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam?
Ok.
My people are out there, they're like fucking indians.
You're not gonna see them, you're not gonna hear about them,
except from me and Captain Queenan.
You will not ever know the identity of undercover people.
Unfortunatly this shithole has more fucking leaks than the Iraqi Navy.
Fuck yourself!
- I'm tired from fucking your wife. - How's your mother?
Good! She is tired from fucking my father.
Good. Today girls,
what I have for you is microprocessors.
Somebody you may already know stole twenty micropocessors
from the Mass. Processor Company out on route 128.
These are the kind of processors that they put into the computers
they can put the cruise missile up the ass of a camel from
a couple hundred miles away.
These little pieces of plastic are worth about a hundred grand a piece
Now get this: we get a guy working for the company two months
walks right out the front door, with a box of processors on Tuesday,
has a ticket booked for Florida on Wednesday, but on Thursday
he get found in a dumpster.
You know where that dirtball started his life?
Southy projects.
What was his name? The departed.
Miles Kennefick.
Got the job with a forged U. Mass. transcript
U. Mass. Boston which happens to be here.
- South Boston? - Oh, you're a fucking genius, huh?
Who forged your transcript, dickhead?
This guy... His old man runs the Hiberniam Liquor Mart. Kenneficks.
We're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag,
we're here to nail Costello.
Ok look.
Got a guy says he hears Costello's moving the processors to China.
He set up the whole fucking job and popped Kennefick.
You do not want to miss it if Costello takes a dump.
We'd miss a lot less if you made your informants available to us and of course to the bureau.
Without asking for too many details.
Do you have anyone in with Costello presently?
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself.
My theory on feds: they're like mushrooms. Feed them shit and keep them in dark.
You girls, have a good day!
Normally he's a very nice guy.
Don't judge him from this meeting alone.
Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son. I knew Miles.
He was a little younger than me, but he was behind me in school.
I wanna get these people who did this to him.
Would you like to help us?
You wanna help us catch the people who forced your son to do a robbery
and then killed him.
Allegedly.
If he was killed he probably did something wrong.
But not the robbery, that's not wrong.
He did some else wrong?
Wave to your girlfriend, honey.
I mean fuck yourself!
Did you get that?
Allegedly and fuck yourself!
- Welcome to the neighbourhood! - Different breed down here, Sarge.
Get a cup of coffee.
You making a house call?
Have I seen you professionally?
No, no. I know who you are though. I know.
Guys have got to use their service revolver in the course of duty
and then they get to come to talk to you about their feelings and whatnot.
No, no, I know how it goes.
You're a mental health professional.
Yeah. I have an appointment on this floor.
You'll have fun, they're all freaking crazy on that floor.
I'm one more up.
Oh, a fancy policeman.
Yeah, that's right. Fancy.
- Are you Staty? - Yeah, I am. I am actually going to
law school also.
Suffolk at nights?
Uh, yeah, they don't run Harvard at night last time I checked.
When was the last time you checked?
Before I went to fuckin' Suffolk.
Ok listen, I went to U. Mass. I wasn't insulting you.
I thought you were. So now you're gotta buy me dinner.
Maybe you can shoot someone and then you'd have to see me professionally.
I'll stab someone in the heart with a fuckin ice pick if it gets me free dinner with you.
Just wait.
No, no, no, that's all right, I'm a detective, I'll find you.
No, just joking. I'll need your card.
That helps. Nice to meet you, Madolyn!
Hi Dad, I had no idea about the tail, until I saw it.
I couldn't... I had the other guy with me, I couldn't...
All right. It's a blue sedan, and then a white van
it's fucked up with graffiti on the side, and the van is the audio surveillance.
All right. Have a nice day.
- Lose them here. - Bye, bye!
Punkass!
Come on Babu, I can't do anymore, I can't Babu...
so please don't let me go back empty handed.
Please don't do this. I do wanna help you.
Come to my store next friday I'll give you the money.
This is friday Babu, how many times I gotta tell you.
Keep on calling me Babu, it's Singh, motherfucker.
I'm trying to help you!
- Keep on telling me I'm your friend. - Yeah!
You don't even know my fucking name!
You wanna me to catch a beatin'?
I'm gonna catch a beatin' if I go back again like last week.
See this guy? You see this guy? This guy don't want you to have the money.
Cuz he wants to come back down and squash your head, and I dont wanna see that happen.
I have one costumer is sitting here. What am I gonna do?
Business is bad?
You opened up a store in an Irish neighborhood.
These are dirty, dirty people. Don't you know that?
Sell potatoes. I don't you know what you're going to do.
- Excuse me gentleman, excuse me... - What I'm saying is...
You fellas come from Providence?
It's none of your business where we come from, is it?
You delivering Canolis or something?
You're destroying my business, man!
What's wrong with this fucking country? Everybody hates everybody?
Get out of here! Get out of here!
Now you also do probation work, right?
That's right. I see violent offenders.
Uh, bad guys...
Not neccessarily. Wow.
They got this, but they don't got duck l'orange.
Was your meal ok?
Oh, yeah. No, no, the lobster was good. I just...
You know, 'cos it was a French restaurant.
I'm surprised.
I'm waiting for you to make your move.
Look, I don't know, if that thing moves, I'm gonna shoot it.
I don't even know what it is.
So what is it like having people find themselves
in your office all day long?
Does it get messy with all those feelings flying around?
Why? Does that make you uncomfortable?
- No, no, no, no. - No? No, no. I'm not on your couch.
You know what Freud said about the Irish?
Yeah, I do.
Uhum. If you actually do, I'll see you again.
Who says I wanna see you again?
Don't you?
- You should see your face. - Don't you?
Of course I wanna see you again!
What Freud said about the Irish is:
we're the only people who were impervious to psychoanalisis.
- Um. Yeah. He said that. - I know he did.
You're up shit's creek with a client list full of Mick cops.
Opening up? Good luck to you! - Yeah.
- Why do you do it then? - Some people do get better.
- Fair enough. - Sometimes I just want people to
forget about their personal bullshit and do their jobs.
- Including the criminals? - Well, if they don't do their jobs,
you don't have one.
I'll always have a job. I'll just arrest innocent people.
- Well, you are trouble. - No, you don't know the half of it.
I'll arrest you right now.
My word against yours.
... and then I see her dancing at the wedding with you-know-who.
And the other boy says to him, why don't you go up to Parents without Partners, but
he goes: 'Ma, they're all a bunch of losers up at the Parents without Partners so...
So I say to him: Princess Caroline of Monaco...
You know who I am?
No.
You met my friend Mr. French the other night.
- Is his real name Mr. French? - No.
Come with me.
I'm not the cops. Not asking you.
You know something? They just do not stop having the Maffia in Providence!
And this can cause me a lot of problems.
Those guys you tuned up, they're connected down Providence.
What they're gonna do is come back with some guys and kill you.
Which - as sure as you were born - they will do.
Unless I stop them. Do you want me to stop 'em?
Is this something I can't do personally?
I'm gonna have my associate search you.
No! No one's fuckin' searchin' me. Searchin' me for what?
Contra-fuckin-band. Take your shoes off!
Shoes.
- I knew your father. - Yeah? Do you know he's dead?
- Oh sorry. How did he go? - He didn't complain.
- Yeah, that was his problem. - Who said he had a problem?
I just said he had a fuckin' problem.
He was a man who could have been anything.
Are you trying to say that he was nothing?
I'm sayin' he worked at the airport.
- He's clean. - Arm.
- What fuckin' arm. - Show me your arm.
Flip it.
Makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.
- He's clean. - And if I can slander my own environment
It makes me sad, this regression.
Plus I don't know if it is beyond some fuckin' cop prick like Queenan
to pull you out of the Staties and send you after me.
I just can't know...
I don't know what they do in that particular department anyway.
- Are you still a cop? - No!
Swear on your mother's grave! You're still not a cop?
No, I'm not a fuckin' cop!
Are you gonna stop doing coke deals with your jerk-off fuckin' cousin?
Yes, yes, yes!
All right, all right, all right. You're ok, you'll be all right.
Get your hand taken care of. I'm sorry.
It was necessary.
As for our problem with Providence.
Let's not cry over spilled guineas.
Who let this I.R.A motherfucker in my bar?
Just kidding. How is your mother?
- She's on the way out. - We all are. Act accordingly.
Here it is your highness as ordered.
Get in the car, I wanna show you something.
- What's got you all hot and bothered? - Get in the car, you'll see.
- Do you trust him? - Well, these days... who is reliable?
Uncle Jacky was. Yeah. You can't trust a guy who acts like
he's got nothing to lose.
- I'm reliable.
- Arnold, you're one in a million.
Ten. Ten million.
What about your wife, Arnold?
- I thought she was. - She wasn't!
She got reliable.
Don't you people ever shut the fuck up?
- Oh, another cunt he heard from. - One too many.
- She's got a big mouth. - Answer this for me.
I love the dear silver that shines in your hair.
I love the dear fingers so toil-worn for me...
God bless her and keep her, Mother Machree.
The principles of detection tell me that these two gentlemen came from providence.
Lieutenant Stain? MPD. I'd appreciate if you got out of my crime scene
Well, actually it's my crime scene. But knock yourself out.
Thanks.
I saw a dead guy. I think I'm having post-traumatic stress.
Can I meet you for lunch?
All right, I'll see you then.
Who's the lead detective? Good. He's a lummox...
Get the cops to look at Jimmy Pappas for the hit.
Of course, he had nothing to do with it.
He'll say so. You look in his car, you'll find the gun that did it, registered officially...
- to Providence. - In the trunk or the glove compartment?
Hey, do you wanna see some dead guys?
Calm down. Calm down. Settle down.
This will get Captain Ellerby on the 6 o'clock news.
No wonder you get ahead.
Have a seat, Billy.
Do you know John Lennon?
Yes, sure. He was a president before Lincoln.
Lennon said:
I'm an artist. You give me a fuckin' tuba, I'll get you something out of it.
All right, I'm telling you Mr. Costello,
I'd like to squeeze some fucking money out if it.
Smart mouth.
Too bad. If you'll endulge me...
Now what?
Choir practice.
Choir practice?
The point I'm making with John Lennon is...
A man could look at anything and make something out of it.
For instance, I look at you, and I think...
What can I use you for?
Get rid of this. French?
Put it downstairs. Here, thank you.
Maybe we could work something out.
- Good. - And send this to his wife.
I thought it was nice, the way you asked the guy, which hand he jerked off with.
I hope this don't shake Rita up.
As I remember she ain't that sentimental.
That was quick. Is he dead already?
We have to do it by phone. I won't do it if I have to wear a wire.
No wires ever, do you understand?
- You don't know what this is like. - Microprocessors.
- Micro what? - Microprocessors.
Probably be at war with the Chinese that in 20 odd years and Costello
is selling a military technology. Microprocessors, chips,
computer parts... If anybody says anything about anything like that,
you let us know.
So who did the two guys from Providence?
Jimmy Pappas.
- What happened to Jimmy Pappas? - Jimmy had a rough month.
Jimmy had a heart attack in jail and then he got himself knifed
at Boston City Hospital. I believe it's been in the papers.
You seem quite happy with that result.
This is a fuckin' result.
- Yeah but 'cui bono' who benefits? - 'Cui' gives a shit?
It's got a friggin bow on it.
I think you are a cop, my son.
Where is your fuckin' license? I don't see no fuckin' license!
- What license? - There is no such thing as a license for...
...but you, you definitely need to have it, fuck you.
If you're not being run by us, you're being run by someone else...
That means you're bringing some undesirable elements
into Mr. Costello's area.
I was going for my fuckin' cigarettes!
Hey!
He's Jimmy Bags.
- He was re... I don't know. - What the fuck you're doing?
I'm in the hole, I pay him two grand a week.
There is no profit I pay him two grand a week!
Make more fuckin' money. This is America.
If you don't make money, you're a fuckin' douchebag.
- Now what you gonna do? - I'll make more money!
- That's the spirit. - Oh, fuck!
Don't worry about it. The guy don't need his fuckin' teeth anyways.
It's a small surveillance subunit, but it's mine.
I didn't take this job in order to fuck it up, or let anyone else fuck it up.
I hand picked this group, you're my A-team. Now our prime...
Hi, Captain!
This crazy fuck knocked Jimmy Bag's teeth out.
- So? - Fuck, he was reaching for his...
- He was reaching for his cigarettes. - You're gonna give me shit? Look...
It wasn't for no reason, all right? Frank, the man reached into his coat.
And I didn't know if he's a bookie or what the fuck he's doin', you know.
But you do know what a bookie does, don't you?
Yeah. He pays you.
Queenan's compartmenalizing everything in S.I.U.
Which is the right thing to do.
Personally I don't trust half the fuckin' troopers out there anymore.
Bottom line.
We think we might have a problem.
We think Costello's got a rat in the State Police.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
Do we have direct access to Queenan's undercovers?
- No, no. Not presently.
- But, I'm working on that. - Here, Bill.
This is for you. From now on call the bar and ask for Mikey.
Just Mikey.
You ask for Mikey because there is no Mikey.
- Wait. We'll call you. You got that? - Yeah, yeah, I got that.
- Sorry, I didn't hear you. - I got that!
Good.
Hi Dad. I got promoted. All right.
You know...
If your father were alive
and saw you here sitting with me,
let's say he'd have a word with me about this.
In fact he killed 7 guys just to cut my throat and he could do it.
Which is maybe something you don't know about William Costigan Senior.
- So he never..., I mean never... - No, no, no.
He kept his own counsel. He never wanted money.
Can't do anything with a man like that.
Your uncle Jacky, he also would kill my entire fuckin' family.
If he saw me here with you.
And I think about this.
So what the fuck are we talking about here?
Did you ever think about going back to school?
School?
All due respect Mr. Costello. School is out.
Maybe some day you'll wake the fuck up.
- Good day, Father. - Good morning, Francis.
You recall our chat? Little boys...
sucking on their peckers et cetera, so forth...
I am as God made me. Was that your rationle?
May I remind you, in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
May I remind you that pride comes before the fall.
How is Sister Mary Teresa doing?
We had a tasty relationship before she took her vows.
Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.
Pay 'em.
What have you got for me, trooper?
Uniform clipped him for a suspended license.
However as he's the subject of an open investigation...
More than one. Yeah. He's one of Costello's crew.
Yeah, we're gettin' a warrant. We can't get an address off of him.
He pays his lawyer, but the lawyer hasn't called back yet.
- Who's the lawyer? - He didn't know the name,
just had a number on a card.
- Beeper number. - And the guy didn't show up?
- No. - He beeped him?
Twice.
Give me your phone. Turn that off.
What?
Turn the fuckin' camera off.
Give it to me. He doesn't know what the fuckin' lawyer looks like...
Whose briefcase is this? All right. Is it off?
We're good.
Afternoon, Mr. Fitzgibbons.
- He can't do that! - He just did.
- You're my attorney? - What do you think?
Have you made any statements, phone calls I need to be made aware of?
I beeped you. The card he gave me. That's it.
- That's it? - That's it.
I think you need to call your mother, tell her you're not gonna be home for supper.
Camera is off. It's off, call your mother.
Lookit, they're suiting up for a raid right now.
I don't know where they're going, but they do. And so do you.
So make the call.
Lookit, fuckstick, you don't gotta trust me.
Just listen to what I'm saying to you.
Mom, I'm not gonna make it home for supper.
Sorry, I got held up.
Yeah, I know you can't get on without me. I'll talk to you later, ok?
- Bye. - Everybody out. Move.
Thank you.
So who are you?
You know I think you need a different attorney after all.
- Mr. Fitzgibbons, have a great day. - When the fuck am I gonna get out?
All right. Run the last number he called. That's his house.
Now, whatever the address is, I'll swear to the judge I surveilled him there,
and abra fuckin' cadabra we got a warrant.
- Why did you use my phone? - Cause you didn't go in there.
Light's nice here in the morning.
So you wanna talk about last night?
It's all right. Guys tend to make too big a deal out of it.
- It's actually quite common. - I gotta go to work.
Do you lie?
Why? Do you?
No, I'm askin' if you lie.
Honesty is not synonymous with truth.
Yeah, you lie. You lie.
Is it to do some good, to get somewhere personally...
or what, just for the fuck of it?
Well, I expect that some people do it to keep things on an even keel.
- So you had a parent who was a drunk. - Did you?
No.
Let's keep it with you. Talk about how you feel.
How I feel, how I feel...
- Fuck! - Brian stop it!
No, please...
I ain't gonna hurt you.
You sit there, with a mass murderer.
A mass murderer. Your heart rate is jacked...
Your hand?
Steady.
That's one thing I figured out about myself in prison.
My hand does not shake.
Ever.
Wake the fuck up!
There was a cop leaving when I came in.
How did you know he was a cop?
A bad haircut, no dress sense, and a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
- Do you see cops? - That's part of what I do.
I mean I normally don't see cadets
who have been kicked out of the academy.
Why?
- You should get a better job, huh? - Should I?
So, do they all come in here and cry, your cops?
Sometimes they do.
Yes, sure. Sometimes they cry. Yeah.
If they've had trouble at home, if they've had to use their weapons.
Use their weapons? Let me tell you something.
They signed up to use their weapons, most of them, all right?
But they watch enough TV so they know they have to weep
after they use their weapons.
There is no one more full of shit than a cop.
Except for a cop on TV.
I looked at your file and I see you have a record of assault.
Yeah.
So what was it like for you in jail?
What, you wanna hear about the showers,
is that what you wanna hear about?
Did something happen to you?
No.
OK, kid, let's do this. Come on. Spread 'em.
Hey, what do you think, you can pop somebody and there's a special card to play?
That guy Jimmy Bags whose jaw you broke happens to work undercover for the Boston police department.
I'm goin' fuckin' nuts, man. I can't be someone else every fuckin' day.
- It's been a year of this. I've had enough of this shit. - Calm down, all right?
Most of the people in the world do it every day. What's the big deal?
- I'm not them, all right? I'm not fuckin' them, ok? - Exactly. You're nobody.
You signed the papers, remember? Now, we're the only two people on the face of this earth who even know you're a cop.
How about if we just erase your file? How about that? How about we erase your file and then bang
you're just another soldier for Costello, open to arrest for I don't know how many felonies, huh?
- What do you say we do that, Cap? - I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.
- That was a joke. Come on. - No, it wasn't a joke.
Just cause you play a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one, you lace-curtain Irish fuckin' pussy.
Stop it! Right now! Stop it!
- Fuck you! Motherfucker! - God damn it! Stop it. That's an order!
For Christ's sake be smart. Everybody's watching us. Now, how are we not supposed to arrest you.
Come on. Get in the car. Bobby you get in the car.
When are you gonna take Costello? What's wrong with taking him on
any one of the million fuckin' fellonies you've seen him do
or I've seen him do.
I mean..., I mean he murdered somebody, right?
The guy fuckin' murdered somebody and you don't fuckin' take him.
What are you waiting for? Honestly... I mean
Do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor?
- Is that what you guys want? - Yeah, that might stick.
Will you shut up. We're building a case and it takes time. You know that.
Something's wrong. I'm telling you something's wrong.
Yeah, maybe.
Look.
We need you to keep your ears open, all right? No bullshit.
I think Costello's got a spy inside the Special Investigation Unit.
- Are you serious? - I'm afraid so.
- Have you heard anything like that? - Oh, Jesus Christ!
Hang tight for me kid, just a little while longer.
We're this close, all right?
- What do you expect comin' in here? - I have to come here.
I knew you have to come here but now that you're here... What do you want?
You want the truth? Valium.
You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.
What's that say about what you do for a living?
I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.
Look, look. I'm having panick attacks, right? The other night I thought I was having a fuckin' heart attack.
I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for fuckin' weeks.
- Is that true? - Ye, that's true, all right?
I said somethin fuckin' true. I want some fuckin' pills, and you're gonna, what, you're gonna close my file?
- I didn't say I would close your file. - Is that what you're gonna do?
- I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fuckin' here. - You are, you are!
Christ, I mean a guy comes in here, against every instinct of privacy, of self-reliance that he has.
And what do you do? What do you do? You send them off on the street to score smack? Is that what you do?
You're fuckin' ridiculous.
Two pills? Great.
Why don't you just give me a bottle of Scotch and a handgun to blow my fuckin' head off?
Are we done here with this psychiatric bullshit?
- You know what? You can leave! - What the fuck have I just put myself through? I'm fuckin' out of here!
And what if that was a legitimate threat. Think about it! Fucking hot shot.
Why is the last patient in the day always the hardest one?
That's because you're tired and you don't give a shit. It's not supernatural.
Listen, listen. I am not just somebody you have to see or they put you in jail.
Ok? I mean if you are in distress, I will help you.
- What's this? - My card and a prescription for 20 Lorazepam.
- Yeah? Is it enough to commit suicide? - Maybe it is. All right?
Have I done my job up to your god damn standards?
Because according to my standards,
you fit the model of drug-seeking behavior.
Too damn bad if you don't like my initial clinical reaction.
Thank you.
- I'm transferring you to another counsellor. - Good. - Ok.
So do you wanna get a cup of coffee?
Our target is a major transaction of microprocessors.
Yes? Those. I don't know what they are, you don't know what they are. Who gives a fuck?
Cash. Lots of cash are gonna change hands inside a building that we have under AV surveillance close by.
I know this off-site location is not the best.
But we've got very little time to set up.
- Do you guys know anything about this? - Staff Sergeant Sullivan's team ...
will id the bad guys and listen in on the phones.
Our unit will not take action - I repeat - not take action until
a man that Captain Queenen has inside their operation verifies the transaction Are we clear?
Anybody? Any questions? No?
This is who we're after.
We've been after this cocksucker for a long time. And tonight we are going to get him.
Let's go to work.
You guys find out what we're doing and get on it.
-Hey. -Sorry to get you at the last minute, but things leaked. This lead came from Capt.Q.'s undercover guy
I'm gonna have a smoke. You want a smoke?
You don't smoke, do you? Right. What are you? One of those fitness freaks?
Go fuck yourself.
- Hi, Dad. - Yes?
Something big came up at work, and I'm not gonna be home for supper.
Too bad, your mother worked all god damn day. We'll just have to sit down without you and your friends.
oh no, my friends are still coming.
- So we'll just... I'll just see you for lunch instead tomorrow. - Your mother will be proud.
All right. Thanks Pa. Bye.
The readiness is all. You know the players.
Call the game.
- Thank you. - Are you ready?
Is your highness gonna drop me off at confession before work or fuck me or what?
What have you got to confess to that anointed pederast?
The confessional seal, these days... I'm not so sure.
Piece of cake, he'll operate the cameras, you id the guys and log them
Well, all cell phone signals are under surveillance through the curtessy of our federal friends over there.
Patriot act! Patriot act! I love it, I love it, I love it.
No phones
Sent
All right, here we go.
There is Costello, Mr. French, there's Fitzy.
Delahunt. And the new guy, Billy Costigan.
No phones.
Time is 10.46.
All right, turn off your cell phones. Fitzy's got the chicken. Check your weapons.
- We have a blind spot. - Why do we have a blind spot?
We had two hours notice. Two hours, what the fuck do you think this is, Nasa?
- Never crossed my mind. Have you got a camera in the back? - What back?
- How are you goin', Robert? - Good, Mr Costello.
I wanna tell you, these two, these gents have machine guns.
He's from the Chinese government, I mean he's just scared shitless.
Government man. Scared.
I'm concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's wise...
to come to a business transaction with automatic weapons.
For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids
none of us are carrying automatic weapons
because here, in this country
it don't add inches to your dick...
... you get a sentence for it.
... and maybe if we had some of that Homeland Security money,
like some other fucking douchebags I could mention...
- Any calls? - They turned off their cell phones.
Search randomly for calls made from the area.
- 807 phones are live in this area. - Then narrow the area.
What you see there for service is what you're gonna get?
Why the fuck did they turn their phones off?
- Wait, there's still one phone up. - Where?
The buyers are there.
If we had direct contact with your guys, it would have its advantages.
Not to my guy.
This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin' cameras in this place?
- Oh, who the fuck are you? - I'm the guy who does his job.
You must be the other guy.
If these Chinks wanna nuke Taiwan, anytime in this century
they better shape up, and show me one million dollars.
What we generally do in this country,
is one guy brings the items, and the other guy pays him.
'No tickee, no laundry.'
Go ahead, Fitz.
Cars are moving. Did you see anybody come out?
Please tell me those cars aren't empty.
I mean Jesus fucking Christ, please tell me that those chinamen's cars aren't empty.
They didn't figure we had a Navy.
Did you put a camera in the back?
Can I talk to you for a second, please?
- You stupid fucking... -hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoaa..!
You fucked this whole thing up! What the fuck did you do, you cocksucker?
Let go of me! I'm gonna rip your fuckin' arm off and shove it up your fuckin' ass! Do you hear me?
Why don't we just meet up sweetheart? Let me buy you an icecream.
I'm getting on the plane, unless you put Queenan on the phone!
Queenan had a funeral to go to, ok? This is my shift. Just calm down.
Why shouldn't I get on the fucking plane, huh?
Meet up? Meet? You actually want me dead?
Look. There is a rat in your unit, that is a fact, all right?
- Where is Queenan? - He is not here.
They knew you had cameras in the building, they knew everything.
All right? There is a leak from the inside. It's real, man, smoke him out!
Yeah. How do we do that Mr. Fucking Genius who didn't even graduate from The Academy.
Listen, all right? Let it slip to S.I.U. that you have a sealed
wiretap warrant for Costello's apartment.
Don't tell anyone in our division, but tell S.I.U.
Flush it down the pipe and see if it comes out on my end, all right?
That's what we do first.
We narrow it down. Where the fuck is Queenan, huh?
He is not here, all right?
You wanna meet up or you got something real, call me back.
Change it. Your life. Radically. Change anything, right?
- Change everything, right? - Yeah.
How long you've been with this guy?
- My boyfriend? - Yeah.
- Well, maybe 4 months. - 4 months?
Almost 4 months.
You love him?
It's a pretty serious relationship, yeah.
It's very serious.
Is he a headcase like me? I'm just curious.
No more than I am.
I know that it's a serious relationship. I know there are ups and downs, right?
People have doubts and problems, they're not problems but...
doubts.
What would you do if he was standing right there and he saw us, huh?
I would lie. Yeah. I would lie.
Yeah, keep things on an even keel, right? We've talked about that.
- Good moring. - Good moring.
- Want a French donut? - Yeah.
- Hey, can I lookit? - Yeah, sure.
- All right we're not having this out. - What?
Hey, you don't see any pictures of where I came from.
Look, I respect who you are, just... You know, not in the living room.
- We might have company. - Company?
Yeah, company. Hey, now, why do you work for the State?
Why not? You do.
No. What you do, the degrees and all... Everything you got
- You're hot shit. - Yeah?
So who do you make as much as a guidance counselor?
Because I believe in public service.
So, now you're gonna fight with me? Now, you're gonna be...? Huh?
Huh? No, don't start with me.
Fuck with the fucking phone. Stop it! The phone...
- Forget the phone... - You gotta answer it. Answer it!
This is your first phone call in the new house. You live here now.
- You're a resident. - Mayor Sullivan's office.
Put Colin on the phone right now.
- Oh my God, I'm sorry. -What?
I think it's a guy with a... a cancer guy.
- Hello? - What the fuck is it with you and your phone? Huh?
Something for work.
Hey, uh.. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It went dead, I don't know...
Is that shrink cunt that answered the phone?
Remember, I told you that... we were gonna...
- she was gonna move in. - Yeah.
- So she moved in. - You better get organised! Quick!
Hey, last time I checked I tipped you off and you're not in jail.
-Are you listening to me? - Yeah.
Do you like little Miss Thing sucking on your cock?
- Yes. Yes I do. - So earn it.
I'm getting the feeling... we got a cop in my crew.
Yeah, I know. I'm kinda getting that feeling too.
He's one of yours. Inside.
You've seen anything?
Frank, I get no access to Queenan's undercover files.
He and Dignam run the snitches.
- I'm doing my best, Frank... - Your best?
What do you think, we're in a fucking haberdashery business?
All right, look Frank, if you don't relax...
If you don't relax, I can't relax, all right?
Now, what I need you to do,
you get me information on the people who were with you last night.
Your crew. Get me social security numbers, get me full names...
Get you? Give you? Who the fuck do you work for?
- All right, all right. Frank, Frank... - What? What?
All right I'm sorry. If you could please,
what I need are S.S. numbers, D.O.B's, just all the pedigree information so
I can run it on my end and we can ID the prick.
If you can just get me that information, what I can do is:
I can just run... we're gonna handle it, I can handle it.
Colly, Colly, calm down or you'll shoot in your pants.
I'll get you the records or whatnot.
But listen to me, son? Don't dissapoint me on this,
or some other guy will be putting their fat cock
up little Miss Freud's ass.
How are you, Francis?
- My mother called me Francis. - I know she did.
And your father called you the Tumor.
And what did your father call you, Charlie?
Oh yeah. I forgot. He wasn't around.
You have a boss who has a laryngectomy?
No, no, that was a guy who works for me.
You're lying to me.
Not exactly.
What did you do with the real microprocessors, Frank?
Microprocessors? Oh yeah.
I heard the story.
You arrested some Chinese government guys at the border
carrying some light sockets or something.
I can't wait to wipe that fuckin' smirk right off from your face.
Would you rather wipe my ass for me?
...but there are certain parts of my job,
that I'm not gonna be able to talk to you about
and I cannot allow you to jeopardise
ongoing investigation or your life.
No, really there are things, you don't even wanna know about.
- Ok then just say that. - All right, I will.
- That's the movers. - Yeah, you still wanna stay?
Yes. Yeah?
C'mon, I'm coming! It's the worst timing.
I'm gonna get you.
If you coulda, you woulda.
But I guess you like to go at your own pace.
'Scuse me. Got a date with some angels.
You take off in an armored car at the mall, what the fuck you do?
- You pay guineas in Providence? - Fuckin' now I do.
What the fuck you do?
What, I gotta pay Costello, and wait for him to trade me to the FBI?
'Cause that's what he does.
FBI? What the fuck you talkin' about FBI?
Oh my God, is that French out there?
What the fuck did you just say about the FBI, huh?
Forget what I said, I'm fuckin' high.
Whatever maybe going on in that very fuckin' poor
very limited brain of yours, I am not gonna hurt you,
all right? Just tell me what you just fuckin' said.
Forget it, I'm high. I'm fuckin' high.
I must be high, I would never say what you thought I said.
- Owww! Fuck! - Now! What the fuck did you just say?
Why do you think he never gets busted? Costello is a protected FBI informant.
He'll trade you out!
I thought I was supposed to go into shock!
I'm not in shock. It fuckin' hurts! It fuckin' hurts!
Hey, it's me.
- What are you doing here? - Come here.
- There's some ice water. - Thanks.
That's my son, Patrick. Goes to Notre Dame.
My wife's asleep, but she left some supper out. Want something to eat?
- No, thanks. - Yeah, c'mon, you have some supper,
we'll talk in the kitchen.
Come on.
Want some coke?
Here it is.
Don't move 'til you're numb.
C'mon inside.
Boss wants your real name.
Your social and license number, your bank account numbers.
I don't have a bank account.
- I'm a cash user myself. - What's he doing? Seing up I.R.A.'s.
Just fill the fucking paper in.
Your real name and all your account numbers.
- Then we'll wait here. - You shittin' me?
No, I ain't.
Put the forms is there.
I don't know if this is how you spell citizens. But... fuck it, you know?
No, no, no, give me that.
What, are you fuckin' retarded or something?
That ain't fuckin' right.
Are you kidding me? Lookit this! Look! Citizens. Look.
Billy you have to stay here.
Yeah? I'm not sitting here without getting a tetanus shot.
- Where the fuck you goin'? - I'm not stayin' all right?
You can tell him I said that.
- Hey! - Hi!
It's pouring out there.
Look if...
If this is inappropriate I ...
No, no it's not inappropriate, you're not my patient...
So, you're moving out or moving in?
Still got 3 weeks left on the lease.
It's me.
Yeah, I know.
- Hedging your bets? - No, no.
You have to choose. You have to make a...
... a decision.
decision and you know, you have to stick by what you choose, you have to
- Move in with your boyfriend? - Yes, otherwise it's... it's...
I know... I know...
I have to say, your vulnerability is really freaking me out right now.
Is it real?
I think so.
- You don't have any cats? - No.
I like that.
I don't get it.
We're all convinced that Costello has at least
one mole inside the Special Investigations Unit.
Right.
You'll investigate everybody and anybody.
It's not exactly a dream job for a cop.
We looked at all possible candidates.
You have an immaculate record.
Some people don't trust a guy with an immaculate record.
I do.
I had an immaculate record. How is your wedding coming along?
Great, great, she's a doctor.
- That's outstanding. - Yeah.
Marriage is an important part of getting ahead. Lets people know you're not a homo.
Married guy seems more stable. People see the ring, they think
at least somebody can stand the s.o.b. Ladies see the ring they know immediately
you must have some cash or your cock must work.
- Yeah, it's working. Overtime. - I'm glad to hear that.
Yeah, thank you.
From: restricted Follow the envelope.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Frank?
- See anything you like, Colin? - I almost fuckin' shot you.
You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you?
Sit down!
I hope you're not turning into one of those sob-sisters once you get caught?
- You're not cracking up, are you? - I don't creck up.
Pick a place like this, any cop can see you, Jesus Christ.
If it's such a fuckin' bad idea, why did you show up?
- I own the place. - Why am I not fucking suprised?
- You're getting reasigned. - How the fuck do you know that?
- Where did they put you? - Hey, Frank, I've gotta find myself.
You're telling me, sonny boy.
I've gotta find the guy you've got in the department.
With everybody looking up their own ass,
and you looking for yourself, I put my money on nobody finds nothing.
I know, but Frank, lookit, for me, you've got to lay low right now.
Colly, laying low is not what I do.
All right, fuckin' big daddy Frank. Fuckin' perfect.
What good am I to you if you don't listen to me?
From: Restricted Get visual ID suspect
Queenan is compartmentalising. He's splitting everything up.
All right. He's fuckin' smart, you know this. I can get the rat,
You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.
Ok.
But Colin I hope I won't have to remind you
that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard
in your department, most likely it won't be me who suffers for it.
Now, why would you have to remind me of that?
Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't fuckin' already know that?
Frank, you gotta trust me. All right, just trust me, Frank.
If it fuckin' involves lying I'm pretty fuckin' good at that.
Maybe because it's always been so easy for me to get cunt,
that I never understood jacking off in a theatre
Christ!
Who knows what's easy?
Colin, I know you'll take care of business.
Shit!
Make arrest.
- How are you doin? - Hi Darlene!
That's it for me. - Ok, see you.
Have a good one!
I smell a rat.
- Jesus Christ. You got a girlfriend? - No.
No. No. Why? Why? Why does that matter?
It depends.
I'm sure by now you know
I got an informer in my outfit.
Cop, Staties, Boston Police Department, I'm not sure.
Jesus Christ. Are you sure it's not the FBI?
Ain't the FBI.
Ex-wife. Old girlfriend. They're stupid.
That is what brings you down in this business.
Stupid huh? Well, I guess that leaves me out.
You know, past days in a situation like this, I'd kill everybody.
- Everybody works for me. - Frank, you know Frank, I, uh,
I look around at your other guys. I mean they are all murderers. Right? Right?
And I think... Could I do murder?
And all I can answer myself is:
What's the difference?
Give 'em up to the Almighty.
See, that's my point, you know...
You accused me once, I put up with it.
You accuse me twice, I quit.
You pressure me to fear for my life.
And I will put a fucking bullet in your head, as if you were anybody else, ok?
You got something you wanna ask me?
Fuck. You're 70 years old, Frank. I'm just saying, ok?
One of your guys is gonna pop you. One of your guys is gonna pop you.
As for running drugs. What the fuck are you doing? What are you doing?
You don't need the money
or the pain in the ass. And they will catch you.
I haven't needed the money
since I took Archie's milk money in third grade.
To tell you the truth,
I no need pussy anymore either. And I like it.
The point I'm making here is, Bill, I got this rat..., this...
gnawing, cheese-eating fuckin' rat
And it brings up questions.
You know, see Bill, like you are the new guy.
... girlfriend ...
Why didn't you stay in the bar, that night I got your numbers?
Social security numbers, everybody's fuckin' numbers.
Is this..., Is this something
that you just wanna go ahead and ask me?
Cos I'll give you the fuckin' answer, right?
Frank look at me, look at me. I'm not the fucking rat. Ok?
I'm not the fuckin' rat!
Start with you agree there is a rat.
You said there is one, right? I base most of what I do on the idea that
you're pretty fuckin good at what you do.
Sure, sure. You, William. What would you do?
Frank.
How many of these guys have you been with you long enough to be disgruntled,
huh? Think about it. You don't pay much, you know.
It's almost a fuckin' feudal enterprise. The question is,
and this is the only question,
Who thinks that they can do what you do, better than you?
The only one who can do what I do is me.
Hard people had to die for me to be me.
D'you wanna be me?
I probably could be you, yeah.
Yeah, I know that much.
But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you.
-Heavy lies the crown...sort of thing. - Yeah, yeah.
Frances.
I'm out of here, you'll have to set the alarm, Mr. Costello.
Yeah, all right! I'll see you at Christmas!
Good night.
You know what I like about restaurants?
The fucking food? I don't know. What?
You learn a lot watching things eat.
There is a boat coming up Glouchester.
Frenchy gave you all the details. Eat something, for Christ's sake!
In the future, I tell you to do a thing you fucking do it. You got that?
I got it, ok?
- Excuse me, French. I forgot my cigarette. - Ok, Frances.
Eat something!
- Problem? - Yeah, I got a problem.
I run rat fucks like you, ok? I don't like them.
The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know.
And if you had taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here.
Fuck yourself, you piece of shit!
I'm gonna need the identity of your of your undercovers.
Blow me, all right, not literally though unfortunatellythere's no promotion involved for you.
Prick.
Hi, Captain! Look who's here, the prom queen.
- They are not happy with me. - What do you expect?
Everybody knows you've been assigned here to find Costello's rat.
They want to find our leak as much as you do.
Like I said two days ago, my guy damn near found out who Castello's rat is.
- He lost him on the streets. - Really?
- Did he get to look at the guy? - No.
I mean nothing..., like anything that could help us?
No.
So, have you got any advice for me? Just... I mean, generally.
Costello can't do much business without coordinating with his source.
Who is here in S.I.U.
Follow Costello, you'll find his rat.
They're gonna be looking at my people,
going through their bank statements, their phonecalls,
their medical records. Don't be surprised if they don't buy you a beer
or invite you into their homes.
I'm gonna get you a coffee.
If I wasn't with the Massachusettes State Police,
If I did it full time... the law school,
I'd be through it in a year.
If I wasn't a trooper.
... in another city I was thinking that... another city.
Another city, hm? Yeah. Yeah that would be a clean slate.
I want you to know you don't gotta stay.
If we're not gonna make it, it's gotta be you who gets out.
'cause I am not capable.
I'm fucking Irish, I'll deal with somethin' being wrong for the rest of my life.
That might not be a bad idea, you know, another city.
Of course I know how to spot a cop.
How is that?
If he's not paying attention to us, he's a cop.
- Lookit. You see that guy over there? - Where?
- Right over there. - Yeah. - He's not paying attention to us.
He's a cop.
- Ok. - You get it now, do you?
Person not found.
- How 'bout this guy? - Cop.
Hey, how ya doin' what kind of dog is that?
She didn't notice so she must be a cop.
She's probably the fucking police commissioner.
Ok.
You can get out of here. I'm using a new crew tonight, new guys.
- I thought I was on for this. - I changed my mind.
Take the night off.
Jimmy, bring 'em out.
These guys don't answer questions, all right? These guys are dumb.
- You're a cop. - What?
You ignored us, you're a cop.
We're guessing who the cops are.
You know most good looking woman are cops.
I'm going home, all right? He is playing with his new guys.
- See you later, all right? - See you later.
Person not found
He's moving something with all new guys, a whole new crew.
Where?
No, no, I can't tell you what or where.
It's probably disinformation, just keep following him. All right?
- Listen, I need to see you today. - Tomorrow. - No, no, no... today!
- You heard nothing about drugs? - No. - Nothing about new guys?
- Nothing about Glouchester? - Not a thing.
And I would have, that information would have come to me.
It ain't Bill. No way he's this...
- Follow Costello, you'll find his rat. - This is sergeant Sullivan.
I want constant surveillance on captain Queenan, starting right now.
Good. Thank you.
Can I ask you question, Sarge? Why the fuck are we following Captain Queenan?
Find out about the good Catholic life?
I have to follow every lead. However unlikely, however fucking painful
it might be your delicate fucking sensibility!
Who told you I have delicate sensibilities?
I just don't like it, Sarge. It don't feel right.
I have reason to believe that captain Queenan is Costello's rat.
So just follow him and don't get made.
Sarge, we got the target coming out.
Hey, where are you?
- Look down the car. You got me? - Yeah. I got you.
Is there any reason you would have a tail?
No!
- Because I think... - Billy, I don't have a tail.
Get off at the next stop. Right, South Station. You wait there 10 minutes, ok?
South Station, wait 10 minutes.
He just went into a building, down by the waterfront 344 Washington.
Got that? 344 Wash.
He went up to the top floor.
The building is empty, no tenants in it.
He's got dope coming in, I don't know where. He's getting spooky, Captain.
- What do you mean? - I just saw him, he had blood all over his hands.
He's losing his fuckin' mind.
I don't know what we're doing here, boys.
He's not including his regular guys. But I'm gonna tell you something:
Sooner or later he's gonna find out who I am and he's gonna fuckin' kill me.
- I know it! He's gonna fucking kill me. You hear me? - All right. All right.
I think we got him. I think Queenan's meeting with him right now.
All right, all right listen to me!
I'm really sorry for your trouble, I swear to God I am.
I'll get you out of this.
I cannot do it overnight, but I'll get you out.
- Yeah. Hey! Get the van, we're moving. - Heavy work.
- What about the FBI? - They're compromised.
- They're what? - They're fucked.
- Yeah? - Billy where the fuck are you? We've been trying to reach you.
We found the rat.
Listen, we're going to take him out. Now, lookit. The address is 314 Washington.
You got it?
All right. We'll see you there.
What? - We were followed. - By whom?
- By Costello's people. - Impossible.
One of the cops he's got on the inside tipped him. C'mon, c'mon!
Come on!
What the fuck is going on?
Fucking shit. It looks like Queenan is meeting with all of them.
Yeah, he must be our guy.
Oh Christ, it's too late, let's go back up.
Shit! You gotta get out of here, take the fire escape.
- What about you? - I'll be fine, but if you get made,
I can't protect you. Go, go!
Well, one of you mugs got a light?
- Where's your boy? - He is studying law at Notre Dame.
Where's your fuckin' boy?
Tell me, you motherfucker where's your fucking boy.
What the fuck was that? What, did you fuckin' see that?
Sarge, something just came off the building.
What the fuck...
Uh, fuck!
What do you mean, something came off the building? Go again with that information!
- It's fuckin body. Sir, it's a fuckin body. - Somethin came off the roof, I don't know.
Sarge, we can't get the visual, do you want us to get off the car?
We gotta get on foot if you want, we get up on this thing.
- Where the fuck were you? - What the fuck happened?
- You're fuckin' late, Get in the van! - What do you mean, somethin'
came off the roof?
What the fuck's going on? I came to meet you. What the fuck's going...
Get in the van! Get in the van!
I don't know sarge. But I got
Do you want us to pursue?
- No, do not pursue, stay in the car! - Fuck, don't fucking pursue.
I need more information. What came off the roof?
No pursuit.
Fuck this.
Fitzy! Get in the van!
Get in the fuckin' van. Let's move! Move!
Officer's down! I repeat. Officer's down.
A trooper's been shot. Send some backup.
So do you know why Queenan went into that building?
- No. - Better question,
is why the fuck were you guys following him.
I told internal investigations to follow Captain Queenan.
- Why? - That's internal investigation's business!
Fuckin' piece of shit!
Get the fuck off me!
I don't have to fuckin' explain anything to anybody! I can fuckin'
- investigate anybody I fuckin' want to - Let him go. Come on!
I don't give a fuck what you think!
Captan, I've got a reason to believe, that Queenan got killed by his own fuckin' undercover.
- That's a fuckin' lie! - He has fuckin' information in a
locked file, as did Captain Queenan,
- I need access to those files. - I forgot the password.
But if you wanna come down the garage, with me, I'd be happy to give it to you!
- That's a fuckin' lie! - Nobody calls me a liar!
Shut up!
Work with the tech guys to unlock those files, Dignam take a leave of absence.
Take a leave of what?
Queenan is dead. I'm your boss now.
- I don't give a fuck. I'd rather hand in my papers first.
World needs plenty of bartenders.
- Two weeks with pay. - Good.
- Piece of shit. - Fuck off.
- I need those codes. - No. You want those codes.
So where the fuck were you?
Well, boss told me to go home.
Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But weren't at fuckin' home.
So where the fuck were you?
I was at the grocery store with no signal. All right?
When I got the signal, I got the call.
What the fuck do you want from me? Was I there, was I not there, huh?
Billy, Billy!
He's gut shot.
Yeah.
You know what I thought today?
What's that?
Who didn't show up today, is the rat.
Yeah.
So?
You know you've never been late in your life
uh... when I called you...
I made a mistake. I gave you the wrong address, but
you showed up at the right one, didn't you?
Tell me why you didn't tell nobody!
Tell me why?
That cop was tough, we were excessive with the cop.
He's dead. I'm goin' home.
Your guys should not have done that.
One of us had to die. With me it tends to be the other guy.
Yeah, but Queenan, now I got now access.
You killed the guy who had all the information. Now, Dignam's gone
- forget about him, he resigned! - I don't give a fuck about Dignam.
He put in his papers, Frank, he left. I don't know where he is.
Don't get your balls in an uproar, Colly.
That Irish pissant is so hot for me,
we give him a whiff of my ass, he'll crawl right in it.
just give him a whiff.
- I will. - Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.
Sweetheart, you're giving me a hard-on.
Are you sure it's me?
Not all that talk about whiffing and crawling up asses?
- Watch your fuckin' mouth. - No. You watch it.
Let me straighten you out.
I tried to call you a few times.
Yeah, I know.
I... I can't be a friend of yours.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I know.
Queenan homicide
Yeah?
You called this number on a dead guy's phone.
Who are you?
So it is you.
Thank God you're all right. We were very worried.
Who are you?
This is Sergeant Sullivan.
I'm taking over Queenan's unit.
Let me talk to Dignam to confirm it.
Staff Sergeant Dignam is on a leave of absence, he's very upset.
We all are very upset.
I think the best thing would be for you to come in.
We need you to come in. Can you come in?
Or meet me...?
Undercover state that Costello is F.B.I. informant.
Police have confirmed that the body the man found dead in the Fenway Marshes
yesterday afternoon is that of Timothy Delahunt, an undercover policeman for the city of Boston.
This was the scene yesterday when Delahunt's body was found in the marshes near the Fenway.
As for who did this or why, that's something police are working on right now.
- I don't believe it. - What can't you believe?
I spent the whole fuckin' night dragging the poor bastard under.
Tell me how they found him so fast?
Somebody walkin' a fuckin' dog in 3 foot of mud?
What kind of fuckin' size of dog is that?
Has to be a big fuckin' dog, man.
I spent all fuckin' night doin' it, man.
I'm embarrassed.
I still don't believe he was a cop.
I don't believe it.
The cops are sayin' he is a cop,
so I won't look for the cop.
You saw Fitz. When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh
you dump 'em in the marsh.
Not where some guy from John Hancock
goes every Thursday to get a fuckin' blow job!
Don't laugh!
This ain't reality TV!
Proceed.
What?
Dad, you got a tail. Two cars, not very subtle.
They're not gonna be very subtle from now on that's what I've been trying to tell you.
- So get rid of them. - There's no need for you to go yourself, Frank.
Get rid of the fuckin' tail!
All right.
- Fuckin rats. It's wearing me thin. - Frances.
It's a nation of fuckin' rats.
Stop! Stop! Pull them off Costello, there's no need to surveil him.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - I got it from an undercover.
He knows he's being followed. Let's just let the u.c. take him in.
- What undercover? - Queenan's guy.
He called me when he found out Queenan was dead. I'm running him.
- You're running him? You give him to me! - I can give you Costello's destination.
- You know where he's going? - Yes, and what he's doing.
So get rid of the tail and get special officers stand by
- we take this prick tonight! - Let's go now.
All units fall back. All units fall back.
Sheffield.
All right it's a warehouse he owns over on Sheffield. He's gotta have a container or truck or something there.
Go, go, go, go!
Load it.
Frank. How do you know you don't have a tail, huh?
You were not in the fuckin' car?
What if they took one off and they put another one on?
Load!
Go, go!
What's everybody waiting for?
Frank wants for me to check the back, all right, you go ahead.
Watch your fuckin' back!
Cocksuckers.
What the fuck!
He fuckin' shot me.
Fuck it.
How the fuck did this happen?
You're an FBI informant? Are you fuckin' kidding me?
Grow up!
- Of course I talk to the FBI. - Do they know who I am?
I never gave up anybody who wasn't goin' down anyway.
Nobody knows nothin'.
Frank. Frank. Do they know about me?
I know about you, Colly. You know I'd never give you up.
- You're like a... - What, like a son?
To you? Is that what this is about?
All that murdering and fucking
and no sons?
Fuckin' rat prick!
- Frank? - Yeah?
- Who's this? - Gwen...
Where the hell is Frank?
Frank got shot. Gwen we lost Frank.
I got him! I got Costello here!
For you.
- Thank you. - No. Thank you.
He's been waitin' here long time for you.
How did you get him without the files?
Caller ID, from Queenan's phone. You know that guy?
Yeah, we were classmates in the Academy together.
- Good to see you trooper. - Yeah.
- Colin Sullivan, we spoke on the phone. - Yeah.
- So, now how long were you undercover? - Long time.
- Long fuckin' time. - Yeah, yeah.
Well... I can't even tell you the debt...
I just want you know I'll be recommending you for the Medal of Merit.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
- It's kinda like a gold star 'round here, huh? - It's the highest honour we got.
Look I just want my identity back. All right? That's all.
All right.
I under... you want to be a cop again.
- No, no. Being a cop is not an identity.
I want my identity back.
Check your computer, go on.
I'll have to excuse my behaviour.
My only contact in the last 6 month has been a police shrink.
And how was that working for you? Was it helpful?
What are you gonna do 'bout Costello's rat in this building?
I'm gonna find the prick.
Yeah?
I'm gonna find him, I'm gonna arrest him.
Good.
And if there's anything you can do to help me, you know... I mean...
Frank ever mentioned a name, you know, anything...
Someone he was in contact with, anything you can give me.
I'm all done being a cop, all right? I just want my money and I wanna go home.
All right, that'd be the best thing I think for everybody. Fair enough.
I just... I can't get into your file, unless I have your password.
It's my name. William Costigan Junior.
They gave it to me in case I had to explain myself to someone like you.
It's your name... Uh... All right!
Uh... fuck... unreal... That's make a lot of sense. Listen Bill...
I gotta run this in the other room. This computer is getting all friggin' bluey on me.
Give me two minutes I'll have you outta here in no time.
All right, everything checks out, so let's get you paid.
Delete
Do you really want to delete?
Yes
The record has been deleted
I know.
I know, I know. I'm not here for that, ok? I'm not.
Listen.
I gotta give you somethin'. Something I need you to keep. For me.
What is it?
This is for you to hold. Only you.
You open this if something happens to me...
or if I call you and I tell you to open it.
You're the only person I can trust, all right?
Please.
All right.
I'm... I'm sorry to even... I'm sorry to even show up here like this. You know,
There's just no one else I could give it to.
There's no one else. Really sorry.
I've... Billy, you know, I have... um
Whatever you have to say, think about it real hard, all right?
If you still wanna tell me, you tell me in two weeks. OK?
I was dreaming I was dead.
Death is hard. Life is much easier.
- What is this? - Open it.
- Really? - Yeah.
And they say that... this little speck...
is a penis.
Wow, it's a boy.
Uh-hum, yeah, well, one usually follows the other.
Can you still... uh..?
Costigan Play me now
... I hope I won't have to remind you
that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard
in your department, you can assume it won't be me who pays for it.
Now, why would you have to remind me of that?
Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't fuckin' already know that?
Frank, you gotta trust me. I can get the rat.
You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.
Just let me do it, let me do what I do.
Hey, if it fuckin' involves lying I'm pretty fuckin' good at that.
Right?
What?
...we got a cop in my crew.
Yeah, I know. I'm kinda getting that feeling too.
He's one of yours. Inside. You've seen anything?
Frank, I get no access to Queenan's undercover files.
He and Dignam run the snitches. I'm doing my...
You know what? I thought I was the liar.
Hey, I can explain that.
Costello recorded everything. He put all the tapes in a little box and
kept 'em with his lawyer. That was his insurrance.
His lawyer came to me. Imagine that you rat fuck!
Costello trusted me more than anyone.
Sound quality good enough? Cos I was a little worried.
- What do you want? - I told you I want my identity back you two faced faggot.
- Where are you? - 3 o'clock.
Where Queenan died. You keep your cell on.
Open the door.
Open... Didn't we already talk about this?
This is my job!
Freeze! Put your fuckin' hands up!
Put the fuckin' gun down! Put the gun down, all right?
I came here to talk some sense into you. All right, just act professional.
- I can get you your money. Just act... - What did you say?
I can get you your money.
You didn't come here to talk, right? You came here to get arrested.
- You've got fucking tapes... of what? - Costello was my informant!
I was a rat? Fuck you, prove it! He was working for me, he was my informant.
- Shut your fuckin' mouth, c'mon. Get up! - Whoa, what is this ? A citizen's arrest?
Blow me, all right, only one of us is a cop here Bill, you understand that, Bill?
- No one knows who are you! - Would you shut the fuck up!
I'm a sergeant of Massachussets State Police,
who the fuck are you? I erased you!
- You erased me, huh? - Yeah, go ahead, shoot a cop, Einstein,
and watch what happens.
What happen is: this bullet go right to your fuckin' head.
- Watch what happens? - What? So you can't get the parade,huh?
The bagpipes and bullshit? Fuck you, fuck you!
I'm fuckin' arresting you!
That's the stupidest thing you could do!
Shut the fuck up!
I don't give a fuck if the charges don't stick, I'm still fuckin' arresting you.
Drop your weapon and step away from sergeant Sullivan!
I called you! You specifically!
Look. You know who I am, I'm not going to shoot. I told you to meet me downstairs.
- Help, help, help. - Put your weapon on the deck
and step away from sergeant Sullivan!
Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam!
Shoot this motherfucker would you fuckin' shoot?
Drop your weapon to the floor and we'll discuss it.
Look he's Costello's rat! All right?
I've got boxes of tapes, evidence, other documents proving it!
Maybe you do. But right now I need you to drop the weapon.
I told you I have evidence cold linking this prick to Costello, right?
- Would you shoot this fucking prick? - You know who I am.
I'm taking him down... downstairs now!
You know who I am.
I can't wait to see you explain this to a fuckin'
Suffolk County jury, you fuckin' cocksucker.
This is gonna be fuckin' fun!
Just fuckin' kill me. Just fuckin' kill me.
I am killing you.
Did you think you were the only one he had on the inside?
Costello was gonna sell us to the FBI. It's you and me now. You understand?
We gotta take care of each other, you understand?
Here.
I attempted to subdue trooper Barrigan, at which time he drew down on me
and I was able to squeeze off one shot and struck him in the head.
At that time I immediatelly checked the vitals on both troopers Brown and Costigan.
and discovered that they had expired.
I just wanna go on record.
I'm recommending William Costigan for the Medal of Merit.
Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace. Amen.
May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed
through the mercy of God
rest in peace. Amen.
Detail, half left.
Prepare to fire. Fire.
Detail, half right.
I'll catch up with you guys.
What about the baby?
Hey, pup.
Ok.