Turn around for me, will you?
-Mr. Coughlin. -Lawyer.
-This is it? Just say what's here? -Yeah, go ahead. Read what's on the paper.
All right.
"You aren't supposed to come out of the truck. You got him but who got me?
Courier, you're gonna get hurt."
it's kind of short.
Go ahead, read what's on the page.
Right there? Um ....
"You aren't supposed to come out of the truck."
-Come on, come on. -"You got him but who got me?"
"Come here, get on the ground, before I pop your fucking teeth out!"
Come on, read it. Read it all. There's about five things there.
Uh ....
What is it with you guys in Charlestown?
Don't they teach you how to read? There's things here. Read them.
I don't wanna read that. This doesn't sound right.
I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Read the pages, please.
I'm trying to make this sound authenticious.
-You got it all fucked up. -Authen-what?
Thanks.
-Hey, Dougy, How are you? - Oh.
How you doing?
Local crime fighter.
What's happening, Dino?
I know your father.
Yeah. Me too.
Got a few years left on his bid.
Yeah, one or two.
I hear they got to the old guy.
Split him up the back.
Fucking animals.
You'd think they'd go after a younger kid.
I don't know. Making a statement, I guess.
Townie crews ain't what they used to be.
Dorchester...
...Sou!hie...
...looking to make a move.
Maybe you can change all that when you get up there.
Let me ask you a question. What do you call a guy...
...who grows up with a group of people, gets to know their secrets...
...because they trust him, and then turns around...
...and use those secrets against them, put those people in prison?
You'd call him a rat, right? You know what I call him?
Dino the dago.
Those people made you a part of that community.
What did they get for it?
Inside of the fucking can.
You know we lifted a print off the van? Right?
Special Agent Frawley...
"Douglas MacRay.
You and your boys didn't just...
...roll a Star Market over in Malden for a box of quarters.
No, you decided to bang it out...
...in the North End at 9:00 in the morning. With assault rifles.
You fucking dummies shot a guard.
Now you're like a half-off sale at Big and Tall, Every cop is in line.
Fortunately, though, for you...
...this guard, who is two-thirds to a retard...
...has miraculously clung to life.
Now, if it were up to me...
...and they gave me two minutes and a wet towel...
...l would personally asphyxiate this half-wit...
...so we could string you up on a federal M1...
...and end this story with a bag on your head...
...and a paralyzing agent running through your veins.
This isn't fucking townie hopscotch anymore, Doug.
But I did want to say one thing.
Just so we're both very, very clear.
Because in these situations, sometimes, you know...
...various parties will bandy about the possibility of sentence reduction...
...for cooperation or otherwise assisting the--
Assisting the prosecution.
Not this time.
You're here today so I could personally tell you...
...that you are going to die in federal prison.
And so are all your friends.
No deal.
No compromise.
And when that day comes...
...when you start trying to be my hero collaborator so hard...
...that I have to slap you to shut up-- And it will come...
...despite your pitiable, misguided, Irish omerta.
--when your code of silence finally gives way...
...to fear of trafficking in cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement...
...I just want you to know that it's gonna be me who tells you to go fuck yourself.
Hey, next time you guys wanna take pictures of me, just call ahead.
You know, we can do better than a barbeque.
A calendar shoot. You know?
Maybe topless, Lubed up.
Whatever you guys are into.
FBI car antennas are half-inch matte black...
...about three-quarters the way down the rear windshield.
Stacie are pigtailed...
...B.P.D., half and half.
Every peewee in the town knows what an FBI rear antenna looks like.
So, in the future, if you guys are gonna try to be slick...
...be slicker than a 6-year-old.
I gotta get back to work.
Can I go?
Good luck with that print.
Good morning, Cambridge Savings.
Claire Keesey, please. She's the manager.
Oh, she's no longer working here.
-Since when? -Friday.
Just get the warrant. Land, cell, e-mail, fax, Skype. The whole fucking thing.
- Oh, my God, Doug, - Took me forever trying to pick it out.
- Yeah, it's beautiful. -Is that all right?
Yeah, but I can't accept that from you. I can't take that,
Why not? You can hawk it. I'm not taking it back.
No. I mean, you can't--
Keep it. Come on, sit down. Sit down.
-Sit down. -Okay.
Wow.
I quit my job today.
What?
What are you gonna do?
Uh, I don't know. Volunteer full-time. Maybe go back to teaching.
I have a little cushion.
You know...
...people get up every day, they do the same thing.
They tell themself they're gonna change their life one day and they never do.
I'm gonna change mine.
Why don't you do it with me?
Go somewhere.
I got a little sofa put away.
Give it a shot.
Well, where would we go?
Wherever you want. I don't know.
See what we got there.
Doesn't have to be a big thing, you know? I thought about going down to...
...see if my grandma's place is still there. Tangerine, Florida.
But I'll go to any town named after a food.
Grapefruit, Michigan. Watermelon, New Mexico.
Just pick it on a map.
You ever read that paper The Town?
-The free paper? Yeah. -Uh-huh,
I was clearing my foyer the other day...
...and there was a picture of the guys who were harassing me in the bricks.
-Yeah? -Mm-hm.
It was an article about how one of them got shot.
-Say who did it? -No.
Local gangsters, apparently.
I guess that's what you get for being out on the street dealing drugs.
What makes you say they were dealing drugs?
I grew up out there, Claire. Believe me, that kid was selling drugs.
What do you want me to say?
I feel bad the kid who was terrorizing you ran into the wrong guys?
Believe me, I don't.
You know, I care about you. I don't wanna see you get hurt.
You don't go after women.
He hurt you, someone hurt him. Too bad. That's the way it goes.
You know? That's karma.
I don't think karma works like that.
Well, however it works, it worked out bad for them kids, you know?
And I'm not gonna shed a tear over it.
Let's go get some food, okay?
Frawl.
What is it?
Phone conversation between Claire Keesey and a burner cell about an hour ago.
See if you can recognize the voice.
Hey, can I come over? I want to talk to you.
Yeah. Where have you been?
Sorry, I got held up.
Fm coming over from my place.
Will you come down the back and let me in?
Hadn't realized you'd left your job at the bank.
Uh .... Oh, yeah. Yeah. Last week.
I'm sorry, was I supposed to notify someone?
Fancy.
Yeah. It was a gift.
Look, I think maybe you should go.
We have our suspects.
I came by to share this with you.
James Coughlin.
Albert Magloan.
Desmond Elden.
Part of a crew that we tied into the bankjob at North End...
...and at least three other armored car robberies.
Look familiar?
You opened the safe for him.
He left you unharmed...
...and now the two of you are carrying on a relationship about which you lied to the FBI.
I was wrong.
You do need a lawyer.
Something wrong with the apartment?
No, Florist.
Florist? What?
Came through.
-Oh, Jesus Christ. -it's large, Dougy.
-it's large. -We're smoked. Punt it.
-Who else is gonna buy it? -You should've thought about that...
...before you kept breaking the guy off for 40 dimes.
-There's an expectation for me. -I'll correct it.
-Oh, you will? Okay. -Yeah. Look.
Look, pick up an extra guy. All right? Or go with three guys.
Or fucking be smart and boot it.
Oh, so you're not going?
No.
And why's that?
Because we got a ton of heat on us, for one thing.
We'll put a move on. We've done it a hundred times.
You know what? Forget it. Do what you want to do. I'm done.
-What? What? -I'm done.
-You're done? -What does it sound like?
-I don't know. What's that mean? -What you think it means?
What does that mean? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit.
I'm putting this whole fucking town in my rear-view.
There's people I can't let you walk away from.
What?
Who?
Come on.
Are you serious, Jimmy?
She's not my kid.
I mean, come the f-- Cut it out.
All you give a fuck about is coke and Xbox...
...now you're trying to play it off like you care about Shyne?
Know what your problem is? You think you're better than people.
Mr. Fucking-Clean. Mr. Fucking-Goddamn-High-and-Mighty.
I'm better than all these people. I'm better than everybody.
But you grew up right here.
Same rules that I did.
Okay.
What else?
Who the fuck's the father?
-I know I'm not. -You were the one fucking her.
Yeah, I wasn't the only one, brother.
Okay? She knew l knew I'm not the father...
...and I have enough respect for her not to ask her.
Because I don't think she knows.
I don't wanna shatter your illusions here, partner.
There aren't enough free clinics in Mattapan...
...to ind out who the father of that kid is.
I don't know who the fuck you think you are either.
You aren't letting me or not letting me do shit, all right?
Here's a little cheat sheet for you.
It's never gonna be me and you and your sister and Shyne...
...fucking playing house up there.
All right? You got it? Get that in your fucking head!
I'm tired of your one-way fucking bullshit.
If you wanna see me again, come down and visit me in Florida.
Cunt.
In the 302...
...feds have me dropping Brendan right here.
I got him back on Tibbetts.
Shot him right in the chest.
I remember he looked at me.
I don't know who was more fucking surprised he wasn't dead, him or me.
We just kind of stood there...
...for a second, like, waiting for some shit to happen. I don't know what.
He started running.
Fucking guy ran 100 yards with a bullet in his heart, Dougy.
I mean, the fucking guy should've ran track. You know what I'm saying?
I didn't ask you to do that.
Yeah, well, you didn't have to, Dougy. Come on.
They told me Brendan was coming down here to roll up on you with a Glock 21,
So I came over here, and I put him in the fucking ground.
Did nine years for it.
Now, you don't gotta thank me...
...but you're not walking away.
I'm grateful for everything you done for me.
Your family took me in when my father went away.
You're like a brother to me.
But I'm leaving.
Gonna shoot me?
Go ahead.
But you're gonna have to shoot me in the back.
-Don't get up. -All right.
How you doing, Fergie?
Listen, just wanted to stop by and tell you myself...
...whatever this thing is you got going on...
...I think my guys can handle it without me. You know what I mean?
I wouldn't hire them without you.
And I wouldn't hire you without them.
You're a unit.
Look, with all due respect, I didn't come here for a debate.
I'm not doing it.
So, you know, work it out however you can. I ....
Calm down. Okay?
It goes against my better judgment...
...but just out of respect, smooth things over...
...just take this for it, all right?
Not gonna cut it.
Do you think I'm gonna put Joe Flipperhead on this?
You're gonna do what I ask.
Not gonna cut it, huh?
Okay.
Let me ask you something. Who the fuck do you think you are?
The only guy in Charlestown with a gun?
You guys run numbers and pump dope.
You're an old guy who don't know his glory years are behind him.
I ain't fucking working for you. Got it?
You got a problem with that, I live at 551 Bunker Hill Street. Stop by anytime.
You know where to find me.
You're gonna do this for me...
...or I'm gonna clip your nuts...
...like I clipped your daddy's.
Don't talk about my father.
Son, I knew your daddy.
He worked for me for years. Years.
Then he wanted his own thing.
You play the horses?
You know, they either geld a horse with a knife...
...or with the chemicals.
When your daddy said no to me...
...l did him the chemical way.
Gave your mother a taste.
Put the hook into her.
She doped up good and proper.
Hung herself with a wire on Melnea Cass.
And you? Running around the neighborhood, looking for her.
Your daddy didn't have the heart to tell his son...
...that he was looking for a suicide doper who was never coming home.
If there's a heaven, son, she ain't in it.
Oh.
I hear you got a nice, sweet new girlfriend.
Lives on the park.
I don't want to send her funeral arrangement to your house...
...but I will if I have to.
Now I know where to ind you.
Claire.
Claire?
-Hey. -Get out.
You okay?
-Get out. -Hold on one second.
I have this on 911.
All right, you need to give me a chance to explain myself first. Okay?
No. You had a chance.
Who talked to you?
The FBI, Doug.
You have to listen to me.
You have to let me explain this. You understand?
-There's a lot going on here, Claire-- -No, you go to fucking hell!
-Fucking hell. -All right, all right.
All right. All right.
Easy, now.
Why did you do this to me?
Claire, I'm sorry. Okay?
I was gonna tell you. I came over here that night to tell you.
What, the night you fucked me? ls that your thing?
It's not enough to terrorize someone, you have to fuck them too?
-Listen to me. Calm down, okay? -No. No. Get out. Get out!
You don't ever let me see you again. Never, never.
I'm taking off for a while.
Are you taking heat?
Well, when are you coming back?
You know about this thing for Fergie Jem wants me to do?
Yeah.
Tell him I say yes for me, will you?
Yeah.
All right.
I'm in.
But if anything happens to her...
...if I think anything might happen to her...
...I'm coming back here.
And I'm gonna kill both of you in your own shop.
Hey, Claire?
I just wanna talk to you, just for two minutes. Okay?
Come on.
Claire, I would never hurt you.
I don't know what you would-- Don't fucking touch me.
All right.
I'm sorry.
Just listen to me for a second, all right?
I will never lie to you again.
-Really? -Yes, I promise you.
Ask me anything you want. I'll tell you the truth,
-Why? I won't believe you. -Yes, you will.
Why?
Because you'll fucking hate the answers.
-You knew I was the manager in the bank? -Yup.
-Were you following me? -Yes.
How many banks have you robbed?
Six trucks, two banks.
Have you ever killed anyone?
No.
Think about it.
All right?
I will never lie to you, I will never hurt you...
...and if I lose you, I will regret that for the rest of my life.
Just wait for me.
You know, it's funny. loan see your daddies' faces in you.
All of youse.
Reminds me I'm still in the ring.
Still taking the punches. Still ahead on points.
Now, I have a fellow on the inside there.
He likes to play the ponies. Has a gambling sickness.
He couldn't pick a horse to save his fucking life.
But courtesy of this sick man...
...l have this, Hm?
Well, the gang's all here.
There's always a weak spot.
We just need to find it.
The cash is brought out and stacked 15 minutes before the van does the pickup.
That is when you hit.
And Monday morning, after a four-game stand with New York...
...60,000 beers, food, merchandise, total haul:
Three and a half million.
Taking down the cathedral of Boston.
Priceless.
How long you think it's gonna take Rusty to dump the inside man...
...when this thing's over?
Well, he should have picked better horses.
This is gonna be a motherfucker. You know that, right?
Well, if they were easy, kid, everybody would do them.
Lined into right Held. A base hit. Youkilis is headed for third base.
Hey, Bobby. Yeah, three Buds.
Seem to be having a bit of a staring contest over there.
What can I say?
Boys like me.
I bet they do.
I was at a bar one night, right?
There was this guy there going around to all the ladies...
...and telling them that he was judging a hugging contest.
Some of them actually bought it, right?
So he throws his arms around them, rubs their back, grabs their ass.
Charming.
Finally I get sick of it and I go up to this guy...
...and I tell him that I am judging a face-punching contest.
Oh. I'd have punched him myself.
By the way, I'm here tonight judging a fucking contest.
What are you doing down here?
Slumming?
I work for the FBI.
Me too.
Well, you must be new.
You're all right.
It doesn't mean you're getting fucked, though.
You gotta chase the rabbit if you want the tail.
My mom taught me that.
You used to hang around with Doug MacRay a little bit, huh?
How do you know Dougy?
We sort of work together.
Sand and Gravel?
No. No, no.
You a pretty decent judge of size?
Depends.
Size of what?
How big would you say that is?
Six inches?
Over or under?
Under.
Wrong.
6.14 inches exactly.
I know everything there is to know about money.
.0043 inches.
about one gram.
Which is interesting...
...because that means that this $20 bill isn't even worth its own weight...
...in Oxy.
So how does it work?
Bartender gets a call...
...you pick up a package at point A, deliver it to point B...
...the Florist gives you C?
You're thinking of running out on me.
It's not that simple. Because, you see...
...l start waving this around in here...
...bad for you.
I want a lawyer.
Good. Get one.
I mean, it's all about protecting yourself, right?
Not even yourself. Your daughter.
Don't talk about my daughter.
How long were you with MacRay?
Au my me.
In all those years that you were together...
...how many diamond necklaces did he give you?
AH right, he-re's the deal. Looks like we're pretty dialed in.
Dez took the van home over the weekend...
...so that should work.
He"s meeting bug eyes at the plant on Monday.
Krista booked the rooms, set up the outfits, and made the New Hampshire run.
That's what I got, How you looking?
All right, the tools are set.
Got our body armor.
You know, this thing goes right...
...could be your turn to step away too.
Yeah. Sure.
What am I gonna do, Dougy, huh?
Go down to Margaritaville, drink me half a yard and fall off fucking bar stools?
Do me a favor.
The weight of this thing...
...pack a parachute at least.
You know the funniest thing about being in prison?
Guys pretending that they wanna get out.
Fuck.
You ever hear the old-timers call a guy a "50-pound horse"?
"Fifty-pound horse"? No.
All right. Ahem.
A guy's walking with two horses, right?
One horse is carrying a hundred pounds, the other one's got 50.
Now, the hundred-pound horse falls over dead. So the guy's like, "What the fuck?"
Takes the hundred-pound sack, puts it on the 50-pound horse.
Then that 50-pound horse, he won't move,
He won't take one step with another pound on his back.
That's me.
This is all I know.
I can't do any more time, Dougy.
So if we get jammed up...
...we're holding court on the street.
All right?
Mule.
What's that?
The story the old-timers tell...
...it ain't a horse.
It's a 50-pound mule.
See you out there.
What time did he get here?
Six a.m. according to the GPS we have on his truck.
So we alerted you.
Pop the door, kick their nuts in.
We should wait for them to commit a crime, don't you think, Dino?
No switch car.
Ran a cue hot on the parking lot.
That Cherokee is boosted.
Call SWAT now.
FBI! Open the door!
- FBI! - Open the door! Open it!
Open the door! Open it!
FBI! FBI!
You brought the whole fucking cavalry for me?
I'm unarmed, you motherfuckers.
Fuck are you doing here, Kris?
I need to talk to you.
Not a great time, hon.
-I know, -You know?
Okay. Well, what do you want?
Here you go.
Dez told me you were here.
I wanna see you before you go.
Kris, you could do 30 years for walking in the door.
Okay? Do you understand that? For being here.
You can't be bringing your kid in here, you got it? You can't stay.
I don't wanna stay, I wanna go with you.
-I wanna change too, Dougy. -Christ.
Why the fuck can't I change? I could be a different person.
Jesus Christ.
You tell me what you want me to do. I'll be whoever you want me to be,
I'm leaving with somebody else.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Why isn't she here then?
Come on. What do you want me to tell you?
She's going away with you, why isn't she here?
Where is she? She's no! here.
-Such a trashy little fuck pad. -Take it easy.
After a Tiffany necklace, I thought a room at the Ritz.
Huh?
What'd you say?
Where did you hear that? Where'd you hear about a necklace?
A little bird.
Fucking smartass. Who told you that? Who told you about a necklace?
I know you'd rather see a rope around my neck!
You're getting the fuck out of here. Let's go.
Come here, honey. I know, it's gonna be okay. it's all right.
- We're coming with you. -You're getting out of here.
Dougy, we're fucking coming with you.
it's time to go, Okay? Here we go.
Time to go, sweetheart, Okay?
-I'm not leaving here. -Let's go.
-I'm not fucking leaving. -Take the kid home.
Get the fuck off me!
I can walk myself.
Don't you say no to me!
Take this.
Hey.
Will you quit fucking doing that? You're making me nervous.
Yeah, we got a DWI over here, one car.
Coughlin, Kristina. She had a kid with her.
The mother's at Mass General. She wanted me to call you.
All right, yeah. I'll be right there.
Officer.
Yeah. Let's go.
Down here.
There's the door.
And remember, you never fucking saw me.
Okay.
Dr. Forrest, dial 112, please.
Du Forrest, please dial 112.
Here he is, Mr. Six-Inches.
What happened?
You're a crimestopper, figure it the fuck out.
Sweetheart.
I know you have oxycodone, cocaine and alcohol in your system.
I know that you have five cars registered in your name.
And I know right now, your daughter is sitting in the back of a state van...
...driven to the Department of Social Services.
So how long you wanna do this?
I'm a person, you know?
A person who's gonna need a plea agreement...
...if you ever want to see your kid again.
Why is it always I'm the one who's getting used?
What do you have?
Knowing just that...
...Dougy's going away after.
Wait, what after? After what?
Krista, I need you to be smart here.
This could be a big moment for Shyne.
Make a huge difference in her life.
We can help you, sweetheart.
- You there? - Fm here.
-All set. - Okay. Go ahead.
All set.
Who called 911?
You the guys who called 911?
No one from here called.
Nah, we didn't-- It wasn't us.
We got a 911 call.
Robbery, guys. Come on.
- You said a robbery? - Yeah.
A call saying you're being held up.
-Let me call Mike. - We just walked past Mike.
He let us in.
Hey, look, guys, We got a distress call. All right?
-So who made the call? -Nobody called from here.
No one called? What are we doing here?
-Hold on. Where's Mike? -I just told you where Mike was.
You boys see all right?
-Huh? You fucking smartass. -Listen. Listen.
For our safety, for everyone's safety, we need to see your IDs.
Guys, hold up. We been here all morning, Take it easy.
My partner asked for your ID. All right? We don't know you.
Till we identify all the parties involved here, we're gonna need some IDs...
...we need to see everyone on the ground. Right now.
Whoa, whoa.
-Get your hand off your weapon. - Hey, relax.
- Get on the ground! - Get on the fucking ground.
Hands behind your back.
Face down.
Behind your back. Come on.
Get your hands behind your back. Hands behind your back. Let's go.
- Take it easy. -Fuck.
In the cash room.
Arnold Washton. You live at 311 Hazer Street in Quincy...
...with a wife named Linda and three small dogs.
Do not make a distress call.
Also in the cash room:
Morton Previtt. You live at 27 Counting Lane, Randolph.
Wife, also Linda.
Morton, the Lindas want you to open this door.
We have men outside your homes.
Back up. Back up.
You think you're gonna get out of here?
I got friends that are guards at Walpole. They'll make your lives hell.
Well, don't you worry about it, old-timer.
No one's going to prison.
Ten more.
Right away.
Picking up.
--least from the fan base when the Red Sox win.
When the Red Sox win in extra innings and everybody can go home happy...
...and they're singing 'Dirty Water"--
- How you doing? - Fucking beautiful.
Come on.
Last motherfucker who robbed the Red Sox like this was Jack Clark.
Looked around the block. There's no cars, no vans around. Nothing.
Maybe we're too early. Or too late.
Let's go. I want this street clear. Come on, get these people out of here. Let's go.
We've been trying to hail security for the cash room. We're not getting a response.
Okay, let's go, Let's get the fuck out of here.
Come on.
Shit.
-Fuck! - Let's get the fuck out of here!
That's us inside.
Go! Go!
Fuckers!
Gloans! Gloans. Fuck.
-He all right? - He's all right. They just got the vest.
Yo, Dez, get the plunger!
Shut it!
Dez?
Come on, come on.
They look like EMTs.
I count four. Maybe one down.
Go.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
There's a million fucking cops out there.
Dez!
Listen.
The three of us, even if we get out of here, we're getting the full ride, okay?
You walk out with your hands up, you could get seven years.
No one'll think the worse of you.
Fuck you.
Cover your ears!
No!
- All right, go, go, go. - All right, move it out.
Fuck you!
Move down. Get them the fuck out of here.
Meet me at the fucking switch!
They ain't looking for fucking cops.
I'm gonna roll out the front...
...the two of youse beat it out the side in the fucking cop uniforms.
The whole fucking force is out there, kid.
You know I can take a pinch.
Don't worry about it. I'll only give them your first name.
Clear.
Okay, go.
Move, move.
Hey, don't move. Don't move.
-Put your weapons down. - Fuck you. Boston P,D.
Look out, coming through. Stand down, Stand down.
See you in Florida, kid.
See you when you get back.
All right. Go.
All right, guys, let's back up. Feds got this.
Hey. Hey.
You B.P.D. need to fuck off.
What are you doing? it's an FBI crime scene.
Don't put your hand up to me, Go.
Jurisdiction, guys. Walk away.
That's my kill.
I don't know if we're dealing with...
...some high level of genius here with security...
...but security's saying they got hit by cops.
Cops?
Yeah. Two cops, they said.
Hold up.
Where you going?
Pull up here.
Officer, can you hold up a minute?
Visual on Coughlin, heading south toward Boylston.
Hotel parking lot on Van Ness.
He's dressed as B.P.D.
Copy.
Officer.
Coughlin.
Drop your weapon!
No!
Move! Move!
Coughlin, throw down your weapon.
Fuck you.
Let me see those hands, right now.
Fuck you!
Move, move.
You got 30 seconds, asshole.
Okay.
I surrender.
Rusty, something went wrong.
Come here.
Fergie.
Prick.
Fergie...
...remember who clipped your nuts for you.
GUNSHOT
I came in hot, saw the suspect run across the street with a Tec-9.
I lit up the tires, I jumped out of the cruiser, engaged the suspect in gunfire.
So that's when...
-...you get out of your cruiser. - Yeah.
At that point, I fired, struck the suspect at least once or twice.
Hey.
Multiple victims down.
Location, 529 Main Street, Charlestown.
-Uniformed officers on the scene. -That's the Florist,
Hey, Bobby, Bobby, what happened?
Somebody got Fergie.
-Jesus Christ, that's gotta be MacRay. -Fuck,
Claire, it's me.
Are you okay?
I'll be fine. I know.
But I'm okay. I'm all right.
Claire, I wanna meet you.
It's gotta be soon. I don't have a lot of time.
Can you meet me?
Claire, please.
I need to know. I gotta go.
Can you come here?
You want me to come where you are now?
Mm-hm.
I don't think that's a good idea for me.
Why?
What if there are police there?
There's no one here.
All right, well, if you think I should probably come by there...
...then I guess that's what I'll do. Yeah.
Okay.
Claire, listen, I'm-- Listen. Listen to me.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry for what I did to you.
Remember that.
Come down in the back and let me in in about an hour:
All right?
I'll see you.
Wait, Doug? Doug?
-Yeah. -I want you to come.
I really wanna see you.
It'll be just like one of my sunny days.
Well...
...I'm on my way then.
Bye.
Goodbye, Claire.
All right, I'd say we've done our part here.
You know what? Not now.
He says he's coming, I want people at Logan, South Station...
...downtown, Greyhound, subway, everything. Now.
- The city's covered. - Good.
We 're secure, and everything 's ready.
-Sir, we need you to stay off the street. -Just going to work. No problem.
-How long? -Forty minutes.
-Alleyway clear? -Yes, sir.
We got nothing. Still no movement in the alley. Over.
Well, I guess he didn't have as big a thing for you as you thought.
I guess not.
"My sunny days."
You know, Claire, we are a national organization.
All right, boys, let's pack it up. He ain't coming.
Let's get the description out. Let's go.
We know what he looks like.
Let's go ind him.
All right. You good?
Hey, best possible outcome, you know.
Well done, well done.
It's for you.
Claire, take this.
You'll do better with it than I can.
By the time you read this, I'll be long gone.
Not the way I planned it...
...but for the first time in my life, l?n leaving this city.
Maybe if I go...
...I can stop looking.
No matter how much you change...
You still have to pay the price for the things you've done.
So I got a long road.
But I know i'll see you again.
This side or the other.