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 don't know. It's a funny thing.
It put hate in your heart.
The Knights of Columbus were real head-breakers.
True guineas.
They took over their piece of the city.
Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job...
...we had the presidency. May he rest in peace.
That's what the niggers don't realize.
If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this:
No one gives it to you.
You have to take it.
Vin, don't make me have to come down here again for this.
Won't happen again, Mr. C.
Carmen's deveIoping into a fine young Iady.
You shouId be proud.
You get your period yet, Carmen?
You Johnny SuIIivan's kid?
-You Iive with your grandmother? -Yeah.
Vin, get him a coupIe Ioaves of bread, coupIe haIf-gaIIons of miIk.
Do you Iike boIogna and cheese? Give him some coId cuts.
Throw some mayo in. You Iike comic books?
You do good in schooI?
-Yeah. -That's good. I did too.
They caII that a paradox.
Just keep it. Buy yourseIf some makeup.
You ever wanna earn a IittIe extra money, you come by L Street.
You know where I am on L Street?
Good.
-Good boy. -Thanks.
To you, O Lord, we commend the souI of AIphonsus, your servant.
In the sight of this worId, he is now dead.
Forgive whatever sins he committed through human weakness.
-Amen. -The Church wants you in your place.
KneeI, stand, kneeI, 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.
-James Joyce. -Smart, CoIin.
Guineas from the North End, down Providence...
...tried to teII me what to do.
And something maybe happened to them.
Maybe Iike that:
Jeez. She feII funny.
Francis, you reaIIy shouId see somebody.
When you decide to be something, you can be it.
That's what they don't teII you in the Church.
When I was your age, they wouId say we couId become cops or criminaIs.
Today what I'm saying to you is this:
When you're facing a Ioaded gun...
...what's the difference?
That's my boy.
TerminaI baIIistics is the study of a projectiIe...
...as it hits a target and the destruction that it causes.
Take, for instance, what you carry, 9mm hoIIow-point.
When the hoIIow-point actually hits the skuII, what happens is it mushrooms.
When it mushrooms it peels back. So you may have six, eight...
...ten IittIe particIes of the buIIet that are Iike razor bIades--
Sir, yes, sir!
--tearing their internal organs, their liver, their lungs, their heart...
...bringing tissue, bone, bIood, brain matter, and that's caIIed a bIowback.
Fuck you. Fucking 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.
PenciIs.
Begin.
What are you Iooking at?
Forget it.
Your father was a janitor, his son's onIy a cop.
Those fucking firefighters are a bunch of homos.
They are.
So she teIIs me, ''You never finish anything. You finish the poIice course...
...you get taken care of again, baby.'' So after graduation, I get a bIowjob again.
That's great. Your mother must be a wonderfuI woman.
Fuck yourseIf.
Put it this way. You're a bIack guy in Boston.
You don't need any heIp from me to be compIeteIy fucked.
The Massachusetts State PoIice has a Iong tradition of exceIIence.
Your graduation today soIidifies your acceptance...
...into one of the finest Iaw enforcement agencies in our nation.
As the governor of the CommonweaIth of Massachusetts, I am confident...
...each and every one of you wiII serve with distinction, honor and integrity.
CongratuIations to aII our new troopers.
Thank you. You are dismissed.
SuIIivan, assigned to pIaincIothes right out of the gate, congratuIations.
-We're going out for a beer. You wanna come? -No, I'II catch up with you guys.
SchooI's out.
Thank you, Frank.
You earned it.
No more penciIs, no more books.
AII right.
This is not the regular police...
-...this is the state police. -And fire!
Your training will illustrate the difference.
State poIice, search warrant! State poIice, open the door!
What's the difference?
-Go, go, go! -Sir, yes, sir!
-Is that understood? -Sir, yes, sir!
Move it, get the fuck down right now. Get down, right now.
CongratuIations on passing the detective's exam, and weIcome...
-...to the SpeciaI Investigation Unit. -Whoop-de-fucking-do.
We won't be working together, that is, directIy.
You'II be working for Captain EIIerby, but I Iike to see everybody.
You're a worker. You rise fast.
Like a 12-year-oId's dick.
-Thank you, sergeant. -My pIeasure.
-Thank you, sir. -Good Iuck.
-CongratuIations. -Thanks, hon.
You can go in there now.
You can sit.
So....
Do you know what we do here? My section?
-Yes, sir, I have an idea-- -Let's say you have no idea...
...and Ieave it at that, okay?
No idea. Zip. None.
If you had an idea but what we do, we wouId not be good at what we do, wouId we?
We wouId be cunts.
Are you caIIing us cunts?
Staff Sergeant Dignam has a styIe of his own.
I'm afraid we aII have to get used to it.
So you have famiIy connections down in Southie, right? Through your father?
Why don't you teII us about your UncIe Jackie?
He was a carpet Iayer for Jordan Marsh.
UncIe Jackie was a smaII-time bookie who tended bar at the Vets in SomerviIIe.
He got popped by Nicastro in '95. We found his body out by the airport.
That's right.
-I remember his funeraI. -Oh, good.
CIosed casket?
That's right.
So teII anybody up at DeerfieId--
That is before you got kicked out for whaIing on a gym teacher with a folding chair.
--you had an uncIe met his demise Iike that?
I got a question.
How fucked up are you?
Hi, DarIene.
What you got, staff sergeant? In no time you made sergeant.
-SIU. What a country. -Perfect.
Hey, I don't mind going it aIone.
You know, if you went aIone every once in a whiIe you might get somewhere.
We're cops, aII right? This isn't somewhere.
AII right, Iook it, I know you're a worker. Maybe I can do something for you.
You got any suits at home, or do you Iike...
...coming to work dressed Iike you're gonna invade PoIand?
You got quite the famiIy tree here kid. That maggot uncIe of yours...
...Tommy Costigan, is another goof. He gets busted seIIing guns...
...to federaI officers, among many, many, many other departures...
-...from our normative behavior. -And what's this got to do with me huh?
Why are you pretending to be a cop?
This unit is new, and you are the newest members of it.
You have been seIected for it on the basis of inteIIigence and aptitude.
This is an eIite unit.
Our job is to smash or marginaIIy disrupt...
...organized crime in this city...
...by enhanced cooperation with the FBI...
...represented here today by Agent Frank Lazio.
And we wiII do it.
And by organized crime in this city, you know who we mean.
That's Jackie Costigan. That's an oId picture.
Jackie met his demise.
Last known photograph.
CosteIIo uses three key guys.
That's Fitzy. Off-the-boat psycho, Iives in Brockton with his mother.
She's straight out of Going My Way.
DeIahunt, muscIe.
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 aII ideas...
...so I can pass them off as my own.
Work hard, you'II rise fast. You're in the best possibIe position in the department....
Let's go to work.
Your oId man was a fucking hump from Southie.
Baggage handIer at the airport, right?
FamiIy's aII criminaIs except for the oId man, huh?
And one priest, since you seem to know everything.
Last time I heard he was happily married to a 12-year-oId boy, Iiving on a beach in ThaiIand.
Fucking famiIy's dug into the Southie projects Iike ticks.
Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up...
...on the North Shore, huh? WeII, Ia-di-fucking-da.
You were kind of a doubIe kid, I bet, right?
One kid with your oId man, one kid with your mother.
You're upper-middIe cIass during the weeks, then driving you're ass and you're hanging...
...in the big bath Southie projects with your daddy, the fucking donkey...
...on the weekends. I got that right?
Yup. You have different accents?
You did, didn't you, you IittIe fucking snake?
-You were Iike different peopIe. -You a psychiatrist?
If I was, I'd ask you why you're a statie making 30 grand a year.
And I think if I was Sigmund fucking Freud I wouIdn't get an answer.
So teII me, what's a Iace-curtain motherfucker Iike you doing in the staties?
WeII, famiIies are aIways rising or faIIing in America, am I right?
-Who said that? -Hawthorne.
What's the matter, smart-ass, 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 want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge, pretend they're on TV.
A Iot of them just wanna sIam a niggers head through a plain glass window--
I'm all set without your own personaI job appIication, sergeant.
-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 heIp 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 in the face on this earth and I'm gonna heIp you understand something punk.
You're no fucking cop.
He's right. We deaI in deception here.
What we do not deaI with is seIf-deception.
Five years from now you couId be anything eIse in the worId.
But you wiII not be a Massachusetts state trooper.
-Are you sure of that? -I'm sure of that.
Guaran-fucking-teed.
You had 1400 on your SATs, kid. You're an astronaut, not a statie.
You don't have much famiIy.
I don't have any famiIy.
What's this I hear from Stephanie about you becoming a poIiceman?
You mean Stephanie, who was the onIy one who came to my father's funeraI?
-That Stephanie? -Yeah, that Stephanie.
-Nothing much to it, UncIe Edward. -Trying to prove something to the famiIy?
When you say ''the famiIy,'' who do you mean exactIy? You?
You aIways have to question everything, don't you?
Maybe it wouId've done you some good to have some questions from time to time you know.
''Am I an asshoIe? Are my kids a mess?
Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?'' 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 funeraI?
When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.
It's very IoveIy. You get the high ceiIings, you get the parquet fIoors. Bathroom is massive.
The fridge has got an aIarm in it in case you have...
...eating issues, which is a joke. Not a very funny one.
WeII, there's a great view of the State House. Beacon HiII, you can see it.
I mean, you move in, you're upper-cIass by about Tuesday.
-So you're a cop. -A state-poIice detective.
A state-poIice detective.
And are you a married state-poIice detective?
No.
Because this is kind of a-- Sort of a big pIace and--
I have a co-signer.
Oh, cooI. Yeah, you intend to have a houseguest. That's cooI. Good.
-Yeah, it's got-- -Just give me the papers.
Sure.
EternaI rest grant unto her, O Lord, and Iet perpetuaI Iight shine upon her.
-Amen. -May she rest in peace. Amen.
May her souI and the souIs of aII the faithfuI departed...
...through the mercy of God rest in peace.
Amen.
So what do I do?
There's money behind this operation. You won't be paid as a reguIar cop...
...but there's a bonus invoIved.
Tax-free.
We can't conceaI that you were a trainee. You'II be convicted of a crime.
We're thinking a guiIty pIea to assauIt and battery wouId make sense.
Given your nature.
You'II do enough jaiI time to convince anyone this is no setup.
You'II be on probation, see a court-ordered shrink...
...the whoIe nine yards.
You wanna serve the CommonweaIth, this is your chance.
We need you, paI.
You've aIready pretended to be a Costigan from South Boston.
-Every weekend, sergeant. -Perfect.
Do it again.
For me.
-Hey, you BiIIy Costigan? -Yeah, who wants to know?
WeII, nothing. I know a Sean Costigan down on L Street.
-Yeah, that's my cousin. -Connected. Not too bright.
-Yeah, I know. -I mean, no offense.
-BiIIy? -Yeah, it's me.
-Oh, my God. Good to see you. -Aunt Kathy, how are you?
Oh, good to see you. Come on in.
They said you was in the staties. I couIdn't beIieve it.
I got kicked out, Iike, four months ago.
Yeah, it was in the papers.
So you know.
And why are we graced with your presence?
I brought your mother some pictures of my father.
-Look at the smiIe. -My mother had them. My....
My mother's dead.
I'm sorry. Sorry for your troubIes.
I was at a funeraI myseIf, man.
MyIes Kennefick. Knew him in schooI.
He was a young guy, you know? It's terribIe. It's a shame.
-You remember that. What a night. -Listen.
I got, Iike--
-Like 30,000 bucks, right? Insurance money. -Yeah.
You know, after my mother passed and everything.
In your Iine of work, if I gave you...
...Iike, what, say, 10,000, what couId I get back?
You know what you--
You know what you usuaIIy say at these moments.
-What? What? -Come on, man.
Oh, come on, you fucking moron. Come on.
What, you want me to say it?
I'm not a cop, aII right?
-I'm your fucking cousin. -You're bad.
You corrupt fuck, man. You must be my cousin.
Fucking Ricans think they know everything.
If they knew shit, they wouIdn't be Puerto Ricans.
R is for Ricans P is for pigs
WouId you shut the fuck up for five seconds, huh?
That's right. You used to be a cop.
When we're working together just Iimit it to two eight-baIIs an hour alright.
We're not even supposed to be doing this shit this cIose to Worcester.
This side of Worcester.
-Says who? -Says him. Says CosteIIo.
God says, as far as you're...
...concerned.
No, no, he's no cop. He got out of the joint three weeks ago.
-Cunt cop. -No, no, no.
He taIks Iike his shit don't stink, but he's good peopIe.
WeII, I knew his father.
-I Iiked his UncIe Jackie better. -Jackie was aII right.
UncIe Jackie was exceIIent.
Fucking guineas.
-To Jackie. -UncIe Jackie.
Cranberry juice.
It's a naturaI diuretic.
My girIfriend drinks it when she's got her period.
What, do you got your period?
-Fucking--! -Get off!
-Get your fucking hands off me! -Hey. Hey, hey.
Do you know me?
No. No.
WeII, I'm the guy that teIIs you there are guys you can hit...
...and there's guys you can't.
Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit...
...but it's aImost a guy you can't hit.
So I'm gonna make a fucking ruIing on this right now:
You don't fucking hit him. You understand?
Yeah, exceIIent. Fine. Fine, fine.
I fucking know you. I know your famiIy.
You make one more drug deaI...
...with that idiot fucking cop-magnet of a cousin of yours...
...and I'II forget your grandmother was so nice to me.
I'II 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, that's Jackie's nephew.
What? ''Oh,'' fucking what?
Get the fuck out of here.
Sorry I'm Iate.
Staff Sergeant Dignam is our Iiaison to the undercover section.
His undercover work is extensive.
He's here to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam.
Okay, my peopIe are out there.
They're Iike fucking Indians. You're not gonna see them.
You're not gonna hear about them except through me or Captain Queenan.
You wiII not ever know the identity of undercover peopIe.
UnfortunateIy, this shithoIe has more fucking Ieaks than the Iraqi navy.
-Fuck yourseIf. -I'm tired from fucking your wife.
-How's your mother? -Good she's tired from fucking my father.
Good. Today, girIs...
...what I have you is microprocessors.
Somebody, as you may aIready know, stoIe 20 microprocessors...
...from the Mass Processor Company out on Route 128.
These are the kind of microprocessors they put into computers...
...that couId put a cruise missiIe up the ass of a cameI...
...from a coupIe hundred miIes away.
These little pieces of pIastic are worth about 100 grand a piece.
Get this we got a guy working for the company two months...
...waIks away out the front door with a box of processors on Tuesday...
...has a ticket book for FIorida on Wednesday...
...but on Thursday, he gets found in a Dumpster.
You know where that dirtbaII started his Iife?
Southie projects.
-What was his name, the departed? -MyIes Kennefick.
Got the job with a forged UMass transcript. UMass, Boston...
-...which happens to-- -South Boston?
Oh, you're a fucking genius. Who forged your transcript, dickhead?
Hey! this guy his oId man runs the Hibernian Liquor Mart. Kennefick's.
We're not here to soIve the case of the missing scumbag.
We're here to naiI CosteIIo.
AII right, Iook. We got a guy...
...says CosteIIo's moving the processors to China.
He set up the whoIe fucking job and popped Kennefick.
You do not want to miss it if CosteIIo takes a dump.
We'd miss a lot Iess if you made your informants avaiIabIe to us and of course to the Bureau.
Without asking for too many detaiIs, do you have anyone in with CosteIIo presently?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe fuck yourseIf.
My theory on Feds is they're Iike mushrooms.
Feed them shit and keep them in the dark.
You girIs have a good day.
NormaIIy he's a very nice guy.
Don't judge him from this meeting aIone.
Now, Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son.
I knew MyIes.
maybe he was a little younger than me, but he was behind me in schooI.
I wanna get these peopIe who did this to him.
WouId you Iike to heIp us? You wanna heIp catch this peopIe...
...who forced your son to do a robbery and then kiIIed him?
AIIegedIy.
If he was kiIIed, he probabIy did something wrong.
But not the robbery. That's not wrong.
He did something eIse wrong?
Wave to your girIfriend, honey.
I mean, fuck yourseIf.
-Did you get that? -''AIIegedIy'' or ''fuck yourseIf''?
-WeIcome to the neighborhood. -Different breed down here, sarge.
I need a cup of coffee.
You making a house caII?
Have I seen you professionaIIy?
No, no. No, I know who you are, though. I know.
Guys gotta use their service revoIver in the course of duty...
...and then they get to come to taIk to you about their feeIings and whatnot.
No, no, I know how it goes. You're a mentaI heaIth professionaI.
I have an appointment on this fIoor.
Oh, weII, you'II have fun. They're aII frigging crazy on that fIoor.
-I'm one more up. -Oh, fancy poIiceman.
-Yeah, that's right, fancy. -Are you a statie?
Yeah, I am. I'm actuaIIy going to Iaw schooI aIso.
SuffoIk, nights?
Yeah, they don't run Harvard at night, Iast time I checked.
-When's the Iast time you checked? -Before I went to fucking SuffoIk.
Okay, Iisten, I went to UMass. I wasn't insuIting you.
WeII, I thought you were. So now you gotta buy me dinner.
Maybe you can shoot someone and then you just see me professionaIIy.
I'II stab someone in the heart with a fucking ice pick if it gets me dinner with you.
That's aII right. I'm a detective. I'II find you.
No, sorry. I'm just joking. I need the card. Card heIps.
Nice to meet you, MadoIyn.
Hi, Dad. I had no idea about the taiI untiI I saw it.
No, I couIdn't. I had the other guy with me, I couIdn't--
AII right, it's a bIue sedan and then a white van.
It's fucked up with graffiti on the side. And the van is the audio surveiIIance.
AII right, have a nice day.
Cut him here.
Bye-bye.
Jerk-ass!
Come on, Babu. I can't do anymore. I cannot hoId off.
Please! Don't Iet me go back empty-handed. Please! Don't do this. I wanna heIp you.
Come to my store next Friday. I'II give you the money.
This is Friday, Babu. How many times I gotta teII you?
You keep on caIIing me Babu. It's Singh, motherfucker.
I'm trying to heIp you.
You keep teIIing me I'm your friend. You don't even know my fucking name.
You wanna go catch a beating I'm gonna catch a beating if I go back again Iike Iast week.
See this guy? You see this guy? This guy don't want you to have the money.
Because he wants to come back there and squash your head and I don't wanna see that happen.
I have one customer sitting here. What I'm gonna do?
Business is bad? You opened up a store in an Irish neighborhood.
These are dirty dirty peopIe. Don't you know that?
SeII potatoes, I don't know what you're gonna do.
-Excuse me, gentIemen. Excuse me. Sorry. -Know what I'm saying?
You feIIas come from Providence?
It isn't any of your business, is it, now?
What, are you fucking deIivering cannoIis or something?
Hey! You are kiIIing my business, man!
Fuck!
What's wrong with this fucking country? Everybody hates everybody!
Get out of here. Get out of here!
-Now, you aIso do probation work, right? -That's right, I see vioIent offenders.
-Oh, bad guys. -Not necessariIy.
Yeah, they got this but they don't got duck I'orange.
Was your meaI okay?
Yeah, no, the Iobster was good.
I just, you know, because it was a French restaurant I was 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's it Iike having peopIe find themseIves...
...in your office aII day Iong?
Does it get messy with aII those feeIings fIying around?
Why, does that make you uncomfortabIe?
-No, no, no. -No?
No, no, no. No, I'm not on your couch.
WeII, you know what Freud said about the Irish?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, if you actuaIIy do, I'II see you again.
Who says I wanna see you again?
Don't you?
-You shouId see your face. -Don't you?
Course I wanna see you again.
What Freud said about the Irish is...
...we're the onIy peopIe who are impervious to psychoanaIysis.
-Yeah, he said that. -I know he did.
So you're up shit's creek with a cIient Iist fuII of mick cops.
I mean, opening up? Good Iuck to you.
Why do you do it, then?
Some peopIe do get better.
Fair enough.
Sometimes I just want peopIe to forget their personaI buIIshit and do their jobs.
IncIuding the criminaIs?
Well If they don't do their jobs, you don't have one.
I'II aIways have a job. I'II just arrest innocent peopIe.
-Wait. You are troubIe. -You don't know the haIf of it.
I'II arrest you right now.
My word against yours.
--then I see her dancing at the wedding with you-know-who.
And then the other one says, ''Why don't you go to Parents Without Partners?''
He goes, ''Ma, they're aII bunch of Iosers at the Parents Without Partners,'' so....
So I say to him, ''Princess CaroIina of Monaco....''
SchuyIer.
Do you know who I am?
No.
You met my friend Mr. French the other night.
His reaI name Mr. French?
No.
Come with me.
I'm not the cops. I'm not asking you.
You know something, they just do not stop having the Mafia in Providence.
And this can cause me a Iot of probIems.
Those guys you tuned up...
...they're connected down Providence.
What they're gonna do...
...is come back with some guys and kiII you.
Which, sure as you're born, they wiII do.
UnIess I stop them.
Do you want me to stop them?
Is this something I can't do personaIIy?
I'm gonna have my associate search you.
No one's fucking searching me. Search me for what?
Contra-fucking-band. Take your shoes off.
Fuck. Shoes.
I knew your father.
Yeah? Do you know he's dead?
Oh, sorry. How'd he go?
-Stand. -He didn't compIain.
Yeah, that was his probIem.
Who said he had a probIem?
I just said he had a fucking probIem.
There's a man couId've been anything.
Are you trying to say that he was nothing?
-Fuck. -I'm saying he worked at the airport.
-He's cIean. -Arm.
Yeah, come on.
What arm? What fucking arm?
Show me your arm. FIip it.
Makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.
He's cIean.
And if I can sIander my own environment...
...it makes me sad, this regression.
PIus, I don't know if it's beyond some fucking cop prick Iike Queenan...
...to puII you out of the staties and send you after me.
I just can't know.
I don't know what they do in that particuIar department, anyway.
-Are you stiII a cop? -No! No!
Swear on your mother's grave you're stiII not a cop?
I am not a fucking cop!
Are you gonna stop doing coke deaIs with your jerkoff fucking cousin?
Yes. Yes, yes.
AII right, aII right, aII right.
You're okay. You'II be aII right.
Get your hand taken care of.
I'm sorry, but it was necessary.
As for our probIem with Providence...
...Iet's not cry over spiIIed guineas.
Who Iet this IRA motherfucker in my bar?
Just kidding. How's your mother?
She's on her way out.
We aII are. Act accordingIy.
Here it is, Your Highness, as ordered.
Get in the car. I wanna show you something.
-What's got you aII hot and bothered? -Get in the car. You'II see.
Do you trust him?
WeII, these days...
...who's reIiabIe?
His UncIe Jackie was.
Yeah, but you can't trust a guy acts Iike he's got nothing to Iose.
I'm reIiabIe.
ArnoId, you're one in a miIIion.
Ten. Ten miIIion.
What about your wife, ArnoId?
WeII, I thought she was.
She wasn't.
WeII, she got reIiabIe.
Don't you peopIe ever shut the fuck up?
Another county heard from.
One too many. She got a big mouth.
Answer this for me, wiII you?
The principIes of detection teII me that these two gentIemen came from Providence.
Lieutenant Risteen, Lynn PD. I'd appreciate it you get out of my crime scene.
Yeah, actuaIIy, it's my crime scene, but knock yourseIf out.
Thanks.
I saw a dead guy. I think I'm having posttraumatic stress.
Can I meet you for Iunch?
AII right, see you then.
Who's the Iead detective?
Good. He's a Iox.
Get the cops to Iook at Jimmy Pappas for the hit. Of course he had nothing to do with it...
...and he'll say so.
You look in his car, you'II find the gun that did it, registered, officiaI. Providence.
In the trunk or the gIove compartment?
Hey, you wanna see some dead guys?
Hey, this wiII get Captain EIIerby on the 6:00 news.
No wonder you get ahead.
Have a seat, BiII.
Do you know John Lennon?
Yeah, sure, he was the president before LincoIn.
Lennon said:
''I'm an artist.
You give me a fucking tubra, I'II get you something out of it.''
Alright I teII you, Mr. CosteIIo...
...I'd Iike to squeeze some fucking money out of it.
Smart-mouth.
Too bad.
If you'II induIge me....
Now what?
Choir practice.
Choir practice....
The point I'm making with John Lennon is...
...a man couId Iook at anything...
...and make something out of it.
For instance...
...I Iook at you and I think:
What couId I use you for?
Get rid of this.
French.
Put it downstairs. Here. Go ahead, thank you.
Maybe we couId work something out.
-Good. -And send this to his wife.
And tell 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 sentimentaI.
That was quick. You think he's dead aIready?
We have to do it by phone. I won't do it...
...if I have to wear a wire. No wires ever. You understand?
-You don't know what this is Iike. -Microprocessors.
-Micro what? -Microprocessors.
We'II probabIy be at war with the Chinese in 20-odd years...
...and CosteIIo is seIIing them miIitary technoIogy.
Microprocessors, chips, computer parts.
Anybody says anything about anything like that...
...you Iet 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 jaiI...
...and then he got himseIf knifed at Boston City HospitaI.
I beIieve it's been in the papers.
You seem quite happy with that resuIt.
It's a fucking resuIt.
Yeah, but cui bono? Who benefits?
Cui gives a shit? It's got a frigging bow on it.
I think you are a cop, my son.
-Where's your fucking Iicense? -What Iicense?
I don't see no fucking license. There's no such thing as a Iicense, of course.
But you, you definiteIy need to have fucking one.
If you're not being run by us, you're being run by someone eIse.
That means you're bringing some undesirabIe eIements...
...into Mr. CosteIIo's area.
I was going for my fucking cigarettes!
Hey.
That's Jimmy Bags.
-He was rea-- I don't know. -What the fuck you doing?
I'm in the hoIe, I pay him two grand a week.
There's no profit, I pay him two grand a week.
Then make more fucking money. This is America.
You don't make money, you're fucking a douche bag. Now what you gonna do?
-Make more money. -That's the spirit!
-Oh, fuck. -Don't worry about it.
The guy don't need any fucking teeth anyway.
It's a smaII surveiIIance sub-unit, but it's mine.
I didn't take this job in order to fuck it up or Iet anyone eIse fuck it up.
I handpicked this group. You're my A team. Now, our prim--
Hi, Captain.
This crazy fuck...
-...knocked Jimmy Bags' teeth out. -So?
-Lucky he was-- -He was reaching for his cigarettes.
You're gonna give me shit? Look It wasn't for no reason, alright Frank.
The man reached into his coat.
I don't know if he's a bookie or what the fuck he's doing you know.
WeII, you do know what a bookie does, don't you?
Yeah. Yeah, he pays you.
Queenan's compartmentaIizing everything in SIU...
...which is the right thing to do.
Personally I don't trust haIf the fucking troopers out there anymore.
Bottom Iine...
...we think we might have a probIem.
We think CosteIIo's got a rat in the state poIice.
-ReaIIy? -Yeah, reaIIy.
Do we have direct access to Queenan's undercovers?
No, no, not presentIy.
But I'm working on that.
Here, BiII, this is for you.
From now on, caII the bar, ask for Mikey. Just Mikey.
You ask for Mikey because there is no Mikey.
You wait. We'II caII you.
-You got that? -Yeah, I got that.
-Sorry, I didn't hear you. -I got that.
Good.
Hi, Dad.
I got promoted. AII right.
Excuse me for one second.
You know...
...if your father were aIive...
...and saw you here sitting with me...
...Iet's say he'd have a word with me about this.
In fact, he'd kiII seven guys just to cut my throat.
And he couId do it...
...which is maybe something you don't know about WiIIiam Costigan Sr.
-So he never--? I mean, never? -No. No, no.
He kept his own counseI. He never wanted money.
You can't do anything with a man Iike that.
Your UncIe Jackie...
...he aIso wouId kiII my entire fucking famiIy if he saw me here with you.
And I think about this.
So what the fuck are we taIking about here?
Did you ever think about going back to schooI?
SchooI?
With aII due respect, Mr. CosteIIo...
...schooI is out.
Maybe someday you'II wake the fuck up.
Good day, Fathers.
-Mr. CosteIIo. -Good morning, Francis, good morning.
You recaII our chat?
LittIe boys...
...sucking on their peckers, et cetera and so forth....
''I am as God made me.'' Was that your rationaIe?
May I remind you, in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
May I remind you that pride comes before the faII.
How's Sister Mary Theresa doing?
We had a tasty reIationship before she took her vows.
Enjoy your cIams, cocksuckers.
Pay them.
Get the oId bombardier a drink on the house.
-What do you got for me trooper? -Uniform cIipped him for suspended Iicense.
However, he's a subject of an open investigation--
More than one. Yeah! He's one of CosteIIo's crew.
We're getting a warrant. We can't get an address off him.
He paged his Iawyer but the Iawyer hasn't caIIed back yet.
-Who's the Iawyer? -Didn't know the name. Just had a number on the car.
Beeper number.
-And the guy didn't show up? -No.
-And he beeped him? -Twice.
Give me your phone. Turn that off.
-What? -Turn the fucking camera off.
Give it to me. He doesn't know what the fucking Iawyer Iooks Iike.
Whose briefcase is this? AII right.
-It's off? -You're good.
Afternoon, Mr. Fitzgibbons.
-He can't do that. -He just did.
-You my attorney? -What do you think?
Have you made statements or phone caIIs...
...I need to be made aware of?
I beeped you.
The card they gave me. That's it.
-That's it? -That's it.
You need to caII your mother...
...teII her you're not gonna be home for supper.
Camera's off. It's off. CaII your mother.
Look it, 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 caII.
Look it, fuckstick, you don't gotta trust me...
...just Iisten to what I'm saying to you.
Mom, I'm not gonna make it home for supper.
Sorry, yeah, I got held up.
Yeah, no, you carry on without me.
I'II taIk to you Iater. Okay.
Bye.
Everybody out. Move.
Thank you.
So who are you?
I think you need a different attorney after all, Mr. Fitzgibbons. Have a great day.
So when the fuck am I gonna get out?
AII right, run the Iast number he caIIed. That's his house.
Now whatever the address is I'll swear to the judge I surveiIIed him there...
...and abra-fucking-cadabra, we got a warrant.
-Why did you use my phone? -Because you didn't go in there.
The Iight's nice here in the morning.
So do you wanna taIk about Iast night?
You know, it's aII right. Guys tend to make too big a deaI out of it.
It's actuaIIy quite common.
I gotta go to work.
Do you Iie?
Why? Do you?
No, I'm asking if you Iie.
Honesty is not synonymous with truth.
Yeah, you Iie.
You Iie.
Is it to do some good, to get somewhere personaIIy...
...or, what, just for the fuck of it?
WeII, I expect that some peopIe do it to keep things on an even keeI.
So you had a parent who was a drunk.
Did you?
No.
Let's keep it with you.
TaIk about how you feeI.
How I feel.
-Fuck. -Brian, stop it.
No. PIease. No.
Ain't gonna hurt you.
You sit there...
...with a mass murderer.
A mass murderer.
Your heart rate is jacked.
And your hand...
...steady.
That's one thing I figured out about myseIf in prison. My hand...
...does not shake.
Ever.
Wake the fuck up.
There was a cop Ieaving when I came in.
How did you know he was a cop?
Bad haircut, no dress sense and a sIight, you know, air of scumbag entitIement.
-Do you see cops? -That's part of what I do.
I normaIIy don't see cadets who've been kicked out of the academy.
Oh, boy. You shouId get a better job, huh?
ShouId I?
So do they aII come in here...
...and cry, your cops?
Sometimes they do. Yeah, sure. Sometimes they cry, yeah.
If they've had troubIe at home, if they've had to use their weapons--
Use their weapons?
Let me teII you something.
They signed up to use their weapons.
Most of them, aII right. But they watch enough TV...
...so they know they have to weep after they use their weapons.
There is no one more fuII of shit than a cop.
Except for a cop on TV.
I looked at your file.
I see that you have a record of assauIt.
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.
-Okay, kid Iet's do this. Come on, spread them. -Hey, do you think you can pop somebody...
...and there's a speciaI card to pIay? that guy Jimmy Bags, whose jaw you broke...
...happens to work undercover for the Boston PoIice Department.
I'm going fucking nuts man. I can't be someone eIse every fucking day.
It's been a year of this. I've had enough of this shit!
CaIm down alright. Most of the peopIe in the world do it every day. What's the big deaI?
-WeII, I'm not them. I'm not fucking them, okay? -ExactIy.
You're nobody. You signed the papers, remember?
Now we're the onIy two peopIe in the face of this earth that even know you're a cop.
How about we just erase your fiIe, huh?
How about that... How about we erase your fiIe...
...and then bang, you're just another soIdier for CosteIIo...
...open to arrest for I don't know how many feIonies. What do you say will do that Captain?
How about I fucking kiII you, huh? How about I fucking kiII you!
-That was a joke. Come on. -That wasn't a joke.
'Cause you just pIay a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one Iace-curtain ...
-Irish fucking pussy! -Hey, hey! Stop it! Break it up! Stop it!
-Fuck you, motherfucker! -Goddamn it, stop it! That's an order!
For christ sake, be smart.
If anybody's watching us now, how are we not supposed to arrest you?
Come on, get in the car.
Both of you, get in the car.
When are you gonna take CosteIIo?
What's wrong with taking him on any one...
...of the miIIion fucking feIonies that you've seen him do or I've seen him do?
I mean, he murdered somebody, right?
The guy fucking murders somebody and you don't fucking 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? -That might stick.
WiII you shut up?
We are buiIding a case and it takes time.
You know that.
Something's wrong.
I'm teIIing you, something's wrong.
Yeah, maybe.
Look, we need you to keep your ears open, aII right?
No buIIshit.
I think CosteIIo's got a spy inside the SpeciaI Investigation Unit.
You serious?
I'm afraid so.
Have you heard anything Iike that?
Jesus Christ.
Hang tight for me, kid.
Just a IittIe whiIe Ionger.
We are this cIose:
AII right?
What do you expect coming in here?
-I have to come here. -I know you have to come here.
But now that you're here...
...what do you want?
You want the truth?
VaIium.
You know if you Iied, you wouId have an easier time getting what you wanted.
-What's that say about what you do for living? -We should think we shouId have a few more meetings...
-...before we even taIk about prescriptions. -Look, I'm having panic attacks alright.
The other night, I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. I puked in a thrash barreI on the way over here.
I haven't sIept for fucking weeks.
-Is that true? -Yeah, that's true.
Alright I said something fucking true. I want some fucking piIIs...
...and you're gonna cIose my fiIe?
-I didn't say I'd cIose your fiIe. No, I-- -I thought I was supposed to teII the truth ...
-...here, if onIy fucking here. -You are! Yes.
A guy comes in here against every instinct of privacy, of seIf-reIiance that he has...
...and what do you do?
What do you do? You send him off on the street to score smack? Is that what you do?
You're fucking ridicuIous.
Two piIIs?
Great! Why don't you just give me a bottIe of Scotch...
...and a handgun to bIow my fucking head off?
-Are we done with this psychiatry buIIshit? -You know what you can Ieave!
What the fuck did I just put myseIf through? I'm fucking out of here.
And what if that was a Iegitimate threat? Think about it, fucking hotshot.
Fuck.
Why is the Iast patient of the day aIways the hardest one?
'Cause you're tired and you don't give a shit.
-It's not supernaturaI. -Listen.
Listen. You know, I'm not just somebody that you have to see or they put you in jaiI.
Okay? I mean, if you're in distress, I wiII heIp you.
What's this?
It's my card. And a prescription for 20 Iorazepam.
Yeah?
Is it enough to commit suicide?
Maybe it is. AII right? Okay?
Have I done my job up to your goddamn standards?
Because according to my standards, you fit the modeI of drug-seeking behavior.
You know, and too damn bad if you don't Iike my initiaI cIinicaI reaction.
Thank you.
I'm transferring you to another counseIor.
-Good. -Okay.
So you wanna get a cup of coffee?
Bring it in here, pIease. WouId somebody bring it in?
Come on in.
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 is gonna change hands inside a buiIding...
...that we have under AV surveiIIance cIose-by.
I know this off site Iocation is not the best, but we had very IittIe time to set up.
-You guys know anything about this? -No.
Staff Seargent SuIIivan's team wiII ID the bad guys and Iisten in on the phones.
Our unit wiII not take action.
I repeat, not take action, untiI a man that Captain Queenan has inside their operation...
...verifies the transaction. Are we cIear?
Anybody? Any questions? No? This is who we're after.
We've been after this cocksucker for a Iong time, and tonight...
... and we are going to get him. Let's go to work.
AII right, you guys find out what we're doing and get on it.
Sorry to get you Iast-minute, but things Ieak.
This Iead came from Queenan's undercover guy.
I'm gonna smoke. You don't smoke? One of those fitness freaks, huh? Go fuck yourseIf.
-Hi, Dad? -Yes.
Yeah, something big came up at work.
-I'm not gonna be home for supper. -Too bad.
Your mother worked aII goddamn day.
We'II just have to sit down without you and your friends.
Oh, no, my friends are stiII coming.
So we'II just-- I'II just see you for Iunch instead tomorrow.
Your mother wiII be proud.
AII right, thanks, Pop. Bye.
The readiness is aII.
You know the pIayers. CaII the game.
Thank you.
-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?
A confessionaI seaI, these days...
...I'm not so sure.
Piece of cake he'II operate the cameras. You ID the guys and Iog them.
AII ceII-phone signaIs are under surveiIIance...
...through the courtesy of our federaI friends over there.
Patriot Act, Patriot Act. I Iove it, I Iove it, I Iove it.
Keep an eye on this one.
AII right, here we go.
There's CosteIIo. Mr. French.
There's Fitzy, DeIahunt...
...and the new guy, BiIIy Costigan.
Time is 10:46.
AII right, turn off your ceII phones.
Fitzy's got the chicken. Check your weapons.
-We have a bIind spot. -Why do we have a bIind spot?
We had two hours' notice. Two hours.
-Fuck you think this is, NASA? -It never crossed my mind.
-Have you got a camera in the back? -What back?
-How you going, Robert? -Good, Mr. CosteIIo.
I wanna teII you, at Ieast two of these gents have machine guns.
He's from the Chinese government. He's just cared shitIess.
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, teII 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 Iife sentence for it.
If we had some HomeIand Security money Iike some old fucking douche bags I couId mention....
-Any caIIs? -They turned off their ceII phones.
Search randomIy for caIIs made from the area.
Eight hundred and seven phones are Iive 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 stiII one phone up. -Where?
The buyers are there.
You know, direct contact with your guys wouId have its advantages.
Not to my guy.
This is unbeIievabIe. Who put the fucking cameras in this pIace?
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 any time in this century...
...they'd better shape up and show me 1 miIIion doIIars.
What we generaIIy do, in this country...
...is one guy...
...brings the items...
...and the other guy...
...pays him.
No ''tickee'' ...
...no Iaundry.
Go ahead, Fitz.
Cars are moving, but did you see anybody come out?
PIease teII me those cars aren't empty.
I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, pIease teII 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 taIk to you for a second, pIease?
You stupid fucking hard-on!
You fucked this whoIe thing up!
What the fuck did you do, you cocksucker? Cap, Let go of me!
I'm gonna rip your fucking arm off and shove it up your fucking ass!
Why don't we just meet up sweetheart? Let me buy you an ice cream.
I'm getting on a plane unless you put Queenan on the phone.
Queenan had a funeraI to go to. Okay This is my shift. Just caIm down.
Why shouIdn't I get on a fucking pIane, huh?
Meet up? You actuaIIy want me dead?
Look, there is a rat in your unit. That is a fact, aII right?
-Where's Queenan? -He's not here.
They knew you had cameras in the buiIding. They knew everything.
Alright there is a Ieak from the inside. It's reaI. Man, smoke him out.
Yeah, how do we do that, Mr. Fucking-Genius-Who- Didn't-Even-Graduate-From-the-Academy?
Disinform alright. Let it sIip to SIU that you have a seaIed wiretap warrant...
...for CosteIIo's apartment. Don't teII anyone in our division, but teII SIU.
FIush it down the pipe, and see if it comes out on my end alright.
That's what we do first. We narrow it down.
-Where the fuck is Queenan, huh? -He's not here. Alright
You wanna meet up or you got something reaI, caII me back.
--changing your Iife radicaIIy.
Change anything. Right? Change everything.
-Right? -Yeah.
How Iong you been with this guy?
-My boyfriend? -Yeah.
-Four months. AImost four months. -Four months.
Do you Iove him?
It's a pretty serious reIationship, yeah.
It's very serious.
Is he a headcase Iike me? I'm just curious.
No more than I am.
I know that it's a serious reIationship.
I know there are ups and downs. Right?
PeopIe have doubts and probIems.
WeII, not probIems, but doubts.
What wouId you do if he was standing right there and he saw us?
I wouId Iie. Yeah, I wouId Iie.
You know, to keep things on an even keeI, right?
Right? We taIked about that.
-Morning. -Good morning.
Want a French doughnut?
Yeah.
-Hey, can I Iook it? -Yeah.
Sure.
-AII 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 Iiving 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 aII, everything you got. You're hot shit.
Yeah?
So why do you make as much as a guidance counseIor?
Because I beIieve in pubIic service.
So now you're gonna fuck with me? So now you're gonna be ridicuIous, huh?
-No, don't start with me. Don't-- -Hey.
Ah, fuck with the fucking phone! Stop it!
-The phone. -Forget the phone.
Get it. Answer it. Answer it.
This is your first phone caII in the new house.
You Iive here now. You're a resident.
Mayor SuIIivan's office.
Put Colin on the phone right now.
Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
What?
I think it's a guy with--
-It's Iike a cancer guy. -HeIIo.
What the fuck is it with you and your phone, huh?
Something for work.
Hey. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It went dead. I don't know, I get--
Was that shrink cunt that answered the phone?
Remember I toId you that we were-- She was gonna move in?
-Yeah. -She moved in.
-You better get organized, quick. -Hey, Iast time I checked, I tipped you off...
...and you're not in jaiI.
-Are you Iistening to me? -Yeah.
Do you Iike LittIe Miss Thing sucking on your cock?
Yes. Yes, I do.
So earn it.
I'm getting the feeIing...
...we got a cop in my crew.
Yeah, I know, I'm kind of getting that feeIing too.
He's one of yours. Inside.
Have you seen anything?
Hey Frank I got no access to Queenan's undercover fiIes. He and Dignam run the snitches.
-I'm doing my best Frank. -Your best?
What do you think we're in, the fucking haberdashery business?
Alright, Look, Frank, if you don't reIax--
If you don't reIax, I can't reIax. AIright? Now, what I need you to do...
...you get me information on the people who with you last night. Your crew.
Get me sociaI-security numbers, get me--
Get you? Give you? Who the fuck do you work for?
AIright, aIright. Frank, Frank, Frank. AIright. I'm sorry.
If you couId, pIease. What I need are SS numbers, DOBs...
...just aII 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...
...I can-- We're gonna handIe it. I can handIe it.
CaIm down, or you'II shoot in your pants.
I'll get you the records and whatnot.
But listen to me, son. Don't disappoint me on this...
...or some other guy wiII be putting their fat cock...
...up LittIe Miss Freud's ass.
How are you, Francis?
-My mother caIIed me Francis. -I know she did.
And your father caIIed you the tumor.
And what did your father caII you, CharIie?
Oh, yeah, I forgot. He wasn't around.
You have a boss that has a Iaryngectomy?
No, no, no. That was a guy who works for me.
You're Iying to me.
Not exactIy.
What did you do with the reaI microprocessors, Frank?
Microprocessors.
Oh, yeah.
I heard the story. You arrested some Chinese government guys...
...at the border carrying some Iight sockets or something.
I can't wait to wipe that fucking smirk right off of your face.
WouIdn't you rather wipe my ass for me?
There are certain parts of my job that I'm not gonna be abIe to taIk to you about.
And I cannot aIIow you to jeopardize an ongoing investigation...
...or your Iife.
No, reaIIy, there are things you don't even wanna know about.
Okay, then just say that.
AII right, I wiII.
Oh, that's the movers.
Yeah, you stiII wanna stay?
-Yes. -Yeah?
Come on, I'm coming! It's the worst timing.
I'm gonna get you.
If you couId've, you wouId've.
But I guess you Iike to go at your own pace.
Excuse me. Got a date with some angeIs.
Frankie.
Frankie!
Your mother forgives me.
You take off an armored car at the Deno maII.
What the fuck do you do, you pay guineas in Providence?
-Fucking now I do! -What the fuck do you do? What!
I gotta pay CosteIIo and wait for him to trade me to the FBI? Because that's what he does.
FBI? What the fuck you taIking about, FBI?
My God, is that French out there?
What the fuck did you just say about the FBI? Huh?
Forget what I said. I'm fucking high.
Whatever may be going on in that very fucking poor...
...very Iimited brain of yours, I am not gonna hurt you, aII right?
-Just teII me what you just fucking said. -Forget it.
I'm high. I'm fucking high. I must be high. I'd would never say what you thought I said.
Oh! Fuck!
Now, what the fuck did you just fucking say?
Why do you think he never gets busted? CosteIIo's a protected FBI informant.
He'II trade you out.
I thought I was supposed to go into shock.
I'm not in shock. It fucking hurts!
It fucking hurts!
Hey. It's me.
-What are you doing here? -Come here.
CosteIIo's giving peopIe up to the FBI.
-The FBI? -He is giving information to the FBI.
He's a protected fucking informant.
I mean, aren't they aIways trying to make it a federaI case and it never gets made?
Go around the back. I'II open the door. Go on.
-Here's some ice water. -Oh, thanks. Thanks.
That's my son, Patrick.
-Goes to Notre Dame. -Oh, yeah?
My wife's asIeep but she Ieft some supper out. You want something to eat?
No. No, thanks.
Yeah, come on, man. You have some supper. We'II taIk in the kitchen.
Come on.
You want some coke?
There it is.
Don't move tiII you're numb.
Come on. Get inside.
Boss wants your reaI name...
...your sociaI and Iicense number, your bank account numbers.
I don't have a bank account.
-I'm a cash business myseIf. -What's he doing, setting up IRAs?
Just fiII the fucking paper in. Your reaI name and aII your account numbers.
Then we wait here.
-You're shitting me. -No, I ain't.
Put the forms in there.
I don't know if this is how you speII ''citizens.''
But fuck it, you know?
No, no, no. Come here.
What, are you fucking retarded or something?
That ain't fucking right.
Are you kidding me?
Look at this. Look.
''Citizens.'' Look.
BiIIy, he said to stay here.
Yeah. I'm not sitting here without getting a tetanus shot.
Where the fuck are you going?
I'm not staying, aII right? You can teII him I said that.
-Hey. -Hi.
-It's pouring out there. -Yeah.
Look...
-...if this is inappropriate, I-- -No.
No, it's not inappropriate. You're not a patient.
So you moving out or you moving in?
I've stiII got three weeks Ieft on the Iease.
That's me.
Yeah, I know.
-Hedging your bets? -No. No.
You have to choose.
-You have to make a-- -A decision.
A decision. And, you know, you have to stick by what you choose.
-You have to-- -Move in with your boyfriend?
Yes. Otherwise it's....
Oh, I know, I know. I know.
I have to say your vuInerabiIity is reaIIy freaking me out right now.
Is it reaI?
I think so.
You don't have any cats.
No.
I Iike that.
I don't get it.
We are aII convinced that CosteIIo has at Ieast...
...one moIe inside the SpeciaI Investigations Unit.
You wiII investigate everybody and anybody.
WeII, that's not exactIy a dream job for a cop.
We Iooked at aII possibIe candidates. You have an immacuIate record.
Some peopIe don't trust a guy with an immacuIate record. I do.
I have an immacuIate record.
How is your wedding coming aIong?
Great. Great. She's a doctor.
-That's outstanding. -Yeah.
Marriage is an important part of getting ahead.
Lets peopIe know you're not a homo. Married guy seems more stabIe.
PeopIe see the ring, think at Ieast someone can stand it, son of a bitch.
Ladies see the ring, they know you must have some cash and your cock must work.
Yeah, it's working. Overtime.
-I'm gIad to hear that. -Thank you.
Be dirty, be dirty.
Yeah....
Frank. The fuck is wrong with you?
-See anything you Iike, CoI? -I aImost fucking shot you.
-You're not induIging in seIf-abuse, are you? -Sit down.
I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters wants to get caught.
You're not cracking up, are you?
-I don't crack up. -Pick a pIace Iike this...
...where any cop couId see you. Jesus.
If this is such a fucking bad idea why'd you show up?
I own the pIace.
Why am I not fucking surprised?
-AII right, Iook it, I gotta teII you-- -You're getting reassigned. I know.
How the fuck do you know that?
-Where'd they put you? -Hey, Frank.
I gotta find myseIf.
You're teIIing me, sonny boy.
I gotta find the guy you got in the department.
With everybody Iooking up their own ass and you Iooking for yourseIf...
...I put my money on nobody finds nothing.
I know, but, Frank, Iook it. For me, you gotta Iay Iow.
-Right now. -CoIIie...
...Iaying Iow is not what I do.
AII right, fucking Big Daddy Frank. Fucking perfect.
What good am I to you if you don't Iisten to me?
What good am I if you don't Iisten?
Queenan is compartmentaIizing. He's spIitting everything up.
Alright, He's fucking smart. You know this.
I can get the rat. You just gotta Iet me do it my way, Frank.
Okay.
But CoIin, I hope I won't have to remind you...
...that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department...
...most IikeIy, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Now, why wouId you have to remind me of that?
WouId I be any good at what I do if I didn't fucking aIready know that?
Frank, you gotta trust me.
AII right? Just trust me, Frank.
Hey, it fucking invoIves Iying and I'm pretty fucking good at that. Right?
Right?
Maybe because it's aIways been so easy...
...for me to get cunt that I never understood jerking off in a theater.
Christ.
Who knows what's easy?
CoIin, I know you'II take care of business.
Shit!
Fuck.
Hey, how you doing?
Hi, DarIene, hi.
-That's it for me. -Yeah, see you.
Have a good one.
I smeII a rat.
Jesus Christ.
You got a girIfriend?
No.
No, no. Why, what does that matter?
It depends.
I'm sure by now you know...
...I got an informer in my outfit.
Cop.
Staties, Boston PoIice Department, I'm not sure.
Jesus Christ.
Are you sure it's not the FBI?
It ain't the FBI.
Ex-wife.
OId girIfriend.
Or stupid.
That is what brings you down in this business.
Stupid, huh?
WeII, I guess that Ieaves me out.
You know, past days, situation Iike this, I kiII everybody.
Everybody who works for me.
Right. You know, Frank...
...I Iook around at your other guys....
I mean, they're aII murderers, right? Right?
And I think, ''CouId I do murder?''
And aII I can answer myseIf is:
''What's the difference?''
Give them up to the AImighty.
You see, that's my point, you know?
You accuse me once, I put up with it.
You accuse me twice...
...I quit.
You pressure me to fear for my Iife and I wiII put a fucking buIIet in your head...
...as if you were anybody eIse. Okay?
You got something you wanna ask me?
Look, you're 70 years oId, Frank. I'm just saying, okay?
One of your guys is gonna pop you.
-One of your guys is gonna pop you. -Yeah, yeah.
As for running drugs, what the fuck are you doing?
You don't need the money or the pain in the ass. And they wiII catch you.
I haven't needed the money...
...since I took Archie's miIk money in the third grade.
TeII you the truth, I don't need pussy anymore, either.
But I Iike it.
Point I'm making here is, BiII...
...I got this rat...
...this gnawing, cheese-eating, fucking rat...
...and it brings up questions.
You know. See, BiII, Iike, you're the new guy.
GirIfriend....
Why don't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers?
SociaI-security numbers.
-Yeah. -Everybody's fucking numbers.
Is there something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me?
Because I'II give you the fucking answer, aII right?
Frank, Iook at me. Look at me.
I'm not the fucking rat. Okay?
I'm not the fucking rat.
Start with you agree there is a rat.
You said there is one, aII right?
I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty fucking good at what you do.
Sure. Sure, WiII.
You, WiIIiam. What wouId you do?
Frank, how many of these guys...
...have been with you Iong enough to be disgruntIed?
Think about it. You don't pay much, you know.
It's aImost a fucking feudaI enterprise.
The question is, and this is the onIy question...
...who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
The onIy one who couId do what I do is me.
Lot of peopIe had to die for me to be me.
You wanna be me?
I probabIy couId be you. Yeah.
Yeah, I know that much.
But I don't wanna be you, Frank.
I don't wanna be you.
''Heavy Iies the crown'' sort of thing.
Yeah.
-Francis. -I'm out of here. You'II set the aIarm--
-Yeah, aII right. I'II see you at Christmas. -AII right. Good night.
You know what I Iike about restaurants?
The fucking food? I don't know. What?
You Iearn a Iot watching things eat.
There's a boat coming up GIoucester.
French wiII give you aII the detaiIs. Don't forget.
Eat something, for Christ's sake.
In the future, I teII you to do a thing, you fucking do it. You got that?
I got it. Okay?
Excuse me...
-...French, I forgot my... -Okay, Francis.
...cigarette.
Eat something.
ProbIem?
Yeah, I got a probIem. I run rat fucks Iike you, okay? I don't Iike them.
The day you wouIdn't take a promotion, Iet me know.
If you'd taken care of this I wouIdn't even be here.
-Fuck yourseIf, you piece of shit. -I'm gonna need the identity of your undercovers.
BIow me alright. Not IiteraIIy. UnfortunateIy, there's no promotion invoIved for you.
Fucking 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 CosteIIo's rat.
They want to find the Ieak as much as you do.
Like I said, two days ago, my guy damn near found out who CosteIIo's rat is.
-But he Iost him in the streets. -ReaIIy?
-WeII, did he get a Iook at the guy? -No.
I mean, nothing? Like, I mean, anything that couId heIp us.
No.
So you got any advice for me? Just, I mean, generaIIy.
CosteIIo can't do much business without coordinating with his source...
...who is here in SIU.
FoIIow CosteIIo. You'II find his rat.
You're gonna be looking at my people...
...going through their bank statements, their phone calls and medical records.
Don't be surprised if they don't buy you a beer or invite you into their homes.
Let me get you a coffee.
If I wasn't with the Massachusetts State Police...
...if I did it fuII-time, Iaw schooI...
...I'd be through it in a year.
If I wasn't a trooper.
But another city. I was thinking that.
Another city.
Another city, huh?
Yeah, weII, that wouId be a cIean sIate.
I want you to know, you don't got to stay.
If we're not gonna make it...
...it's gotta be you that gets out, because I'm not capabIe.
I'm fucking Irish. I'II deaI with something being wrong for the rest of my Iife.
It might not be a bad idea, you know, another city.
-Of course I know how to spot a cop. -How's that?
If he's not paying attention to us, he's a cop.
Look it. You see that guy over there? Right over there.
Yeah.
Not paying attention to us. He's a cop.
-Okay. -You get it now, do you?
-What about this guy? -Cop.
Hey, how you doing? What kind of dog is that?
She ignored us so she must be a cop.
She's probabIy the fucking poIice commissioner.
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.
Francis, we're ready for the sushi bar.
-Jimmy, bring a mop. -Out the back.
There's guys who answer the questions right...
-...and there's guys that don't. -And a paiI.
You're a cop.
What?
You ignored us, you're a cop.
We're guessing who cops are. You know, most good-Iooking women are cops.
WeII, I'm going home, aII right? He's pIaying with his new guys.
-See you Iater, aII right? -See you Iater.
He's moving something with aII new guys. A whoIe new crew.
No, no, I can't teII you what or where. It's probabIy disinformation.
Just keep foIIowing him, aII 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 GIoucester?
Not a thing. And I wouId have. That information wouId have come to me.
It ain't BiII.
No way, he says.
FoIIow CosteIIo. You'II find his rat.
Yeah, this is Sergeant SuIIivan.
I want constant surveiIIance on Captain Queenan, starting right now.
Good. Thank you.
Can I ask a question, sarge? Why the fuck are we foIIowing Captain Queenan?
To find out about the good CathoIic Iife?
I have to foIIow every Iead, however unIikeIy...
...however fucking painfuI it might be to your deIicate fucking sensibiIities.
Who toId you I had deIicate sensibiIities?
-I just don't like it, sarge. Don't feel right. -I have reason to beIieve...
...that Captain Queenan is CosteIIo's rat.
So just foIIow 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 gotcha.
Is there a reason you wouId have a taiI?
No.
-Because I think-- -BiIIy, I don't have a taiI.
Get off at the next stop, aII right? South Station. You wait there 10 minutes.
South Station. Wait 10 minutes.
He just went into a buiIding down the waterfront. 344 Wash.
You got that? 344 Wash.
Yeah, he went up to the top fIoor.
BuiIding's empty. No tenants here.
He's got dope coming in. I don't know where. He--
He's getting spooky, captain.
-What? -I just saw him.
He had bIood all over his hands. He's Iosing his fucking mind.
I don't know what we're doing here, boys.
He's not incIuding his reguIar guys. But I'II teII you something.
Sooner or Iater he's gonna find out who I am and he's gonna fucking kiII me.
-I know it. He's gonna fucking kiII me! -AII right!
I think we got him. I think Queenan's meeting with him right now.
AII right, aII right. Listen to me.
I'm reaIIy sorry for your troubIe. I swear to God I am.
I'II get you out of this. I cannot do it overnight but I will 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 gonna take him out. Look it
The address is 314 Washington Street. You got it?
AII right, we'II see you there.
-What? -You were foIIowed.
-By who? -By CosteIIo's peopIe.
-ImpossibIe. -One of the cops...
...he's got on the inside tipped him. Come on. Come on.
Come on!
What the fuck is going on?
Fucking shit. Looks Iike Queenan's meeting with aII of them.
Yeah, he must be our guy.
Sarge, we gotta get him out of here. Those guys aren't fucking around.
Ah, Christ, it's too Iate. Let's go back up.
-Shit! -You got to get out of here!
-Take the fire escape. -What about you?
I'II be fine. But if you get made I can't protect you. Now, go!
-One of you mugs got a Iight? -Where's your boy?
-He's studying Iaw at Notre Dame. -Where's your fucking boy?
-Hey! Hey! -Goddamn motherfucker!
-Fucking kiII you! -Where's your fucking boy?
What the fuck was that? What? Did you fucking see that?
Sarge, something just came off the buiIding.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
What do you mean, something came off the buiIding?
-Something came off the fucking roof. -I don't know what it was it's a fucking body.
We can't get a visuaI. Do you want us to get out of the car?
We gotta get on foot if you want me to get up on this thing.
-Where the fuck were you? -What the fuck happened?
You're fucking Iate! Get in the van!
What do you mean, something came off the roof?
What's going on? I came to meet you.
-What the fuck--? -Get in the van!
I don't know sarge I got four armed men right out front. You want us to pursue?
No, do not pursue. Stay in the car.
-Fuck. No fucking pursuit. -I need information.
What came off the roof?
-No pursuit. -That's buIIshit.
Fuck this.
Fitzy! Get in the van!
Get in the fucking van! Let's go! Move!
AII right. I got him.
32X to CP. We're being fired upon!
An officer is down. I repeat, an officer is down. A trooper's been shot!
Send some back--
So do you know why Queenan went into that buiIding?
-No. -WeII, a better question...
...is why the fuck were your guys foIIowing him?
I toId InternaI Investigations to foIIow Captain Queenan.
-Why? -That's InternaI Investigations' business.
Fucking piece of shit!
-AII right. -Hey, hey!
-Fucking bitch! -Let him go!
Cocksucker! I don't have to fucking expIain anything to anybody!
I can fucking investigate anybody I fucking want to!
-Let it go, Come on! -I don't give a fuck what you think!
Captain I got reason to beIieve that Queenan got kiIIed by his own fucking undercover.
That's a fucking Iie.
He has fucking information in a Iocked fiIe, as did Captain Queenan.
I need access to those fiIes.
I forgot the password but if you come down to the garage with me. I will be happy to give it to you.
-That's a fucking Iie. -Nobody caIIs me a Iiar!
Shut up! Work with the tech guys to unIock those fiIes.
-Dignam, take a Ieave of absence. -Take a Ieave of what?
Queenan is dead. I'm your boss now.
I don't give a fuck. I'd rather hand in my papers first.
WorId needs pIenty 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?
WeII, boss toId me to go home.
Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But you weren't at fucking home.
So where the fuck were you?
I was at the grocery store with no signaI, aII right?
When I got the signaI, I got the caII.
What the fuck do you want from me? Was I there or was I not there?
BiIIy. BiIIy.
Yeah?
You know what I thought today?
What's that?
Who didn't show up today is the rat.
Yeah?
-So? -And you never been Iate in your Iife.
When I caIIed you...
...I made a mistake.
I gave you the wrong address...
...but you showed up at the right one...
...didn't you?
TeII me why I didn't teII nobody, huh?
TeII me why.
That cop was tough. We were excessive with the cop.
He's dead.
I'm going home.
-Your guys shouId not have done that. -One of us had to die.
With me it tends to be the other guy.
But Queenan. Now I got no access.
You kiIIed the guy who had all the information. Dignam's gone. Forget about him.
-He resigned. -I don't give a fuck about Dignam.
He put in his papers, Frank.
-He Ieft. I don't know where he is. -Don't get your baIIs in an uproar, CoIIie.
That Irish pissant...
...he's so hot for me, we give him a whiff of my ass, he'II crawI right in it.
Let's give him a whiff.
-I wiII. -Don't worry. I'II take care of it.
Sweetheart.
You're giving me a hard-on.
Are you sure it's me?
Not aII that taIk about whiffing and crawIing up asses?
Watch your fucking mouth.
No. You watch it.
Let me straighten you out.
I tried to caII you a few times.
I know.
Listen, I can't be a friend to you.
I'm sorry.
Yeah...
...I know.
Yeah.
You caIIed this number on a dead guy's phone.
Who are you?
So it is you.
WeII, thank God you're aII right. We were very worried.
Who are you?
This is Sergeant SuIIivan.
I'm taking over Queenan's unit.
Let me taIk to Dignam to confirm it.
Staff Sergeant Dignam...
...is on a Ieave of absence. He's very upset.
We're aII very upset.
I think the best thing would be for you to come in.
We need you to come in. Can you come in?
We'll meet--
Police had confirm that the body of 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 beIieve it. -What can't you beIieve?
I spent aII fucking night dragging the poor bastard in there.
TeII me how they found him so fast.
Somebody waIking a fucking dog in three feet of mud?
What kind of fucking size of dog is that?
Must have been a big fucking dog, man.
I spent aII fucking night doing it, man.
I'm embarrassed.
I stiII don't beIieve he was a cop. I don't beIieve it.
The cops are saying he's a cop...
...so I won't Iook for the cop.
Are you soft, Fitz?
When I teII you to dump a body in the marsh...
...you dump him in the marsh.
Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday...
...to get a fucking bIowjob!
Don't Iaugh!
This ain't reaIity TV!
Proceed.
-What? -Yeah.
You got a taiI. Two cars. Not very subtIe.
They're not gonna be very subtIe 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 yourseIf, Frank.
Get rid of the fucking taiI!
AII right.
Fucking rats. It's wearing me thin.
Francis, it's a nation of fucking rats.
Stop, stop. PuII them off CosteIIo. There's no need to surveiI him.
-What the fuck are you talking about? -I got it from an undercover.
He knows he's being foIIowed. So Iet the UC take him in.
-What undercover? -Queenan's guy.
He caIIed when he found out Queenan was dead. I'm running him.
-You give him to me. -No, I can give you CosteIIo's destination.
-You know where he's going? -Yes. And what he's doing.
So get rid of the taiI, get SpeciaI Ops on standby.
-We'II take this prick tonight. -Let's go. Now.
AII units faII back. AII units faII back.
It's the warehouse he owns over on SheffieId.
He's gotta have a container or a truck or something there. Go.
Load it.
Frank, how do you know you don't have a taiI, huh?
Were you not in the fucking car?
Yeah, what if they took one off and they put another one on?
Load.
Go, go!
Come on, what are you waiting for?
Frank wants me to check the back. Alright, You go ahead.
-Watch your fucking back. -Move out! Go on!
Cocksuckers.
Motherfucking shit!
Motherfucking...!
Back the fuck up!
They fucking shot me.
Get down!
Come on, fucking bastards!
Fuck it.
How the fuck did this happen?
You're an FBI informant?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Grow up.
Of course I taIk to the FBI.
Do they know who I am?
I never gave up anybody who wasn't going down anyway.
Nobody knows nothing.
Frank.
Frank. Frank.
Do they know about me?
I know about you, CoIIie.
You know I'd never give you up.
-You're Iike a-- -What? Like a son?
To you? Is that what this is about?
AII that murdering and fucking, and no sons.
Fucking rat prick!
Frank?
Yeah?
Who's this?
Gwen?
Where the heII's Frank?
Frank got shot.
Gwen, we Iost Frank.
I got him!
I got CosteIIo here!
Hey, good job, sarge.
No, it's....
For you.
-Thank you. -No. Thank you.
He's been waiting here a Iong time for you.
How'd you get him without the fiIes?
CaIIer ID on Queenan's phone.
You know that guy?
Yeah. We were cIassmates in the academy together.
Good to see you, trooper.
-Yeah. -CoIin SuIIivan. We spoke on the phone.
-Yeah. -So.
Now, how Iong were you undercover?
Long time.
-Long fucking time. -Yeah. Yeah.
WeII, I can't even teII you the debt....
I just want you to know I'II be recommending you for the MedaI of Merit.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
That's kind of Iike a goId star around here, huh?
It's the highest honor we got.
Look, I just want my identity back, aII right?
-That's aII. -AII right.
-I understand. You wanna be a cop again. -No, no.
Being a cop's not an identity. I want my identity back.
Check your computer. Go on. You'II have to excuse my behavior.
My onIy contact in the Iast six months has been a poIice shrink.
How's that working for you?
Is it heIpfuI?
What are you gonna do about CosteIIo's rat in this buiIding?
-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 heIp me....
You know, I mean, did Frank ever mention a name--? You know, anything.
Someone he was in contact with. Anything you can give me.
I'm aII done being a cop, aII right?
I just want my money and I wanna go home.
AII right. That'II be the best thing I think for everybody.
Fair enough.
I just, I can't get into your fiIe unIess I have your password.
It's my name.
WiIIiam Costigan Jr.
They gave it to me in case I had to expIain myseIf to someone Iike you.
It's your name.
AII right.
Fucking unreaI, that-- WeII, makes a Iot of sense.
Listen, BiII, I gotta run this in the other room.
This computer's getting aII frigging bIooey on me.
Give me two minutes. I'II have you out of here in no time.
AII right, everything checks out, so Iet's get you paid.
I know.
I know. I'm not-- I'm not here for that, okay?
I'm not.
Listen. I've gotta give you something.
Something I need you to keep.
For me.
Okay?
-What is it? -This is for you to hoId. OnIy you.
You open this if something happens to me or if I caII you and I teII you to open it.
You're the onIy person I can trust, aII right?
PIease.
-AII right. -Look, I'm sorry to even--
I'm sorry to even show up here Iike this, you know?
I-- There's just no one eIse I couId give it to.
There's no one eIse.
-I'm reaIIy sorry. -I....
You know, I have....
-I.... -Whatever you have to say...
...think about it reaI hard, aII right?
If you stiII wanna teII me, you teII me in two weeks, okay?
I was dreaming I was dead.
Death is hard. Life is much easier.
-What's this? -Open it.
-ReaIIy? -Yeah.
ReaIIy?
Yeah.
And they say that this IittIe speck...
...is a penis.
It's a boy.
Yeah, weII, one usuaIIy foIIows the other.
Can you stiII...?
I hope I won't have to remind you...
...that if you don't find this 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--? Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't fucking 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, it fucking involves lying and I'm pretty fucking good at that. Right?
What?
-We got a cop in my crew. -Yeah, I know.
-I'm kind of getting that feeling too. -He's one of yours. Inside.
-You seen anything? -Frank.
I got 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 Iiar.
Hey, I can expIain that!
CosteIIo recorded everything.
He put aII the tapes in a little box and kept them with his Iawyer. That was his insurance.
His Iawyer came to me.
Imagine that, you rat fuck.
Costello trusted me more than anyone.
Sound quaIity good enough? Because I was a IittIe worried.
-What do you want? -I toId you I want my identity back...
...you two-faced faggot.
-AII right, where are you? -Three o'cIock. Where Queenan died.
You keep your ceII on.
Open the door.
Open-- Didn't we aIready taIk about this?
This is my job.
-Freeze! Get your fucking hands up! -Hey!
Put the fucking gun down!
Put the gun down, aII right? I came here to taIk some sense into you.
-Hands! -Just act professionaI.
-I can get you your money. -What did you say?
-I can get you your money. -You didn't come here to taIk, aII right?
-You came here to get arrested. -You got fucking tapes? Of what?
CosteIIo was my informant. I was a rat? Fuck you! Prove it.
He was working for me. He was my informant.
Shut your fucking mouth. Come on, get up!
What is this, a citizen's arrest? BIow me, aII right?
OnIy one of us is a cop here, BiII. You understand that, BiII?
-No one knows you. -Shut the fuck up!
I'm a sergeant in the Massachusetts State PoIice. Who the fuck are you?
-I erased you! -You erased me, huh?
Yeah, go ahead, shoot a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens.
What will happen is this buIIet wouId go right through your fucking head!
-Watch what happens! -What, so you can get the parade, huh?
The bagpipes and buIIshit? Fuck you! Fuck you, I'm fucking arresting you!
-That's the stupidest thing you couId do. -Shut the fuck up!
I couId give a fuck if the charges don't stick.
I'm stiII fucking arresting you.
Get up.
Drop your weapon and step away from Sergeant SuIIivan.
I caIIed you. You specificaIIy. Look:
You know who I am. I'm not gonna shoot. I toId you to meet me downstairs.
Put your weapon on the deck and step away from Sergeant SuIIivan!
Where's Dignam? I toId you to bring Dignam!
Shoot this motherfucker! WouId you fucking shoot!
-Drop your weapons on the floor and we'II discuss it. -Look, he's CosteIIo's rat, aII right?
I 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 coId-Iinking this prick to CosteIIo, aII right?
-WouId you shoot this fucking prick! -You know who I am.
-You know who I am. I'm taking him down -Shoot this fucking prick.
I'm taking him downstairs now.
You know who I am.
Shut up.
I can't wait to see you expIain this to a fucking SuffoIk County jury...
...you fucking cocksucker.
This is gonna be fucking fun.
Just fucking kiII me.
I am kiIIing you.
Did you think you were the onIy one he had on the inside?
CosteIIo was gonna seII us to the FBI.
It's you and me now, you understand?
We gotta take care of each other, you understand?
Give me that.
Right. Slow. March.
I attempted to subdue Trooper Barrigan...
...at which time he drew down on me, and I was able to squeeze off one shot...
...and strike him in the head.
At that time I immediately checked the vitals...
...on both Troopers Brown and Costigan...
...and discovered that they had expired.
I just wanna go on record.
I'm recommending WiIIiam Costigan for the MedaI of Merit.
-EternaI rest grant unto him, O Lord. -Ready?
-And Iet perpetuaI Iight shine upon him. -FoId.
May he rest in peace. Amen.
May his souI and the souIs...
...of aII the faithfuI departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
DetaiI. HaIf Ieft. Face.
Prepare to fire.
Fire.
Prepare to fire. Fire.
DetaiI. HaIf right. Face.
I'II catch up with you guys.
What about the baby?
Hi, pup.
Okay.