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 f*cking job...
...we had the presidency. May he rest in peace.
That's what the n*gg*r*s 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 developing into a fine young lady.
You should be proud.
You get your period yet, Carmen?
You Johnny Sullivan's kid?
You live with your grandmother? Yeah.
Vin, get him a couple loaves of bread, couple half-gallons of milk.
Do you like bologna and cheese? Give him some cold cuts.
Throw some mayo in. You like comic books?
You do good in school?
Yeah. That's good. I did too.
They call that a paradox.
Just keep it. Buy yourself some makeup.
You ever wanna earn a little 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 soul of Alphonsus, your servant.
In the sight of this world, he is now dead.
Forgive whatever sins he committed through human weakness.
- Amen. The Church wants you in your place.
Kneel, stand, kneel, stand.
If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you.
A man makes his own way.
No one gives it to you.
You have to take it.
James Joyce. Smart, Colin.
Guineas from the North End, down Providence...
...tried to tell me what to do.
And something maybe happened to them.
Maybe like that:
Jeez. She fell funny.
Francis, you really should see somebody.
When you decide to be something, you can be it.
That's what they don't tell you in the Church.
When I was your age, they would say we could become cops or criminals.
Today what I'm saying to you is this:
When you're facing a loaded g*n...
...what's the difference?
That's my boy.
Terminal ballistics is the study of a projectile...
...as it hits a target and the destruction that it causes.
Take, for instance, what you carry, 9mm hollow-point.
When the hollow-point hits the skull, what happens is it mushrooms.
When it mushrooms it peels back. So you may have six, eight...
...ten little particles of the b*llet that are like razor blades...
Sir, yes, sir!
...tearing their internal organs, their liver, their lungs, their heart...
...bringing tissue, bone, blood, brain matter, and that's called a blowback.
f*ck you. f*cking queers.
Firemen getting p*ssy for the first time in the history of fire or p*ssy.
Hey, go save a kitten in a tree, you f*cking h*m*.
Pencils.
Begin.
What are you looking at?
Forget it.
Your father was a janitor, his son's only a cop.
Those f*cking firefighters are a bunch of h*m*.
They are.
So she tells me, "You never finish anything. You finish the police course...
...you get taken care of again, baby." So after graduation, I get a blowjob again.
That's great. Your mother must be a wonderful woman.
f*ck yourself.
Put it this way. You're a black guy in Boston.
You don't need any help from me to be completely f*cked.
The Massachusetts State Police has a long tradition of excellence.
Your graduation today solidifies your acceptance...
...into one of the finest law enforcement agencies in our nation.
As the governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I am confident...
...each and every one of you will serve with distinction, honor and integrity.
Congratulations to all our new troopers.
Thank you. You are dismissed.
Sullivan, assigned to plainclothes right out of the gate, congratulations.
We're going for a beer. You wanna come? No, I'll catch up with you guys.
School's out.
Thank you, Frank.
You earned it.
No more pencils, no more books.
All right.
This is not the regular police...
- ... this is the state police. And fire!
Your training will illustrate the difference.
State police, search warrant! State police, open the door!
What's the difference?
- Go, go, go! Sir, yes, sir!
- Is that understood? Sir, yes, sir!
Move it, get the f*ck down right now. Get down, right now.
Congratulations on passing the detective's exam, and welcome...
... to the Special Investigation Unit. Whoop-de-f*cking-do.
We won't be working together, that is, directly.
You'll be working for Captain Ellerby, but I like to see everybody.
You're a worker. You rise fast.
Like a 12-year-old's d*ck.
Thank you, sergeant. My pleasure.
Thank you, sir. Good luck.
Congratulations. Thanks, hon.
You can go in there now.
You can sit.
So...
Do you know what we do here? My section?
Yes, sir, I have an idea... Let's say you have no idea...
...and leave it at that, okay?
No idea. Zip. None.
If you had an idea what we do, we would not be good at what we do, would we?
We would be c**ts.
Are you calling us c**ts?
Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own.
I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.
So you have family connections down in Southie, right? Through your father?
Why don't you tell us about your Uncle Jackie?
He was a carpet layer for Jordan Marsh.
Uncle Jackie was a small-time bookie who tended bar at the Vets in Somerville.
He got popped by Nicastro in '95. We found his body out by the airport.
That's right.
I remember his funeral. Oh, good.
Closed casket?
That's right.
So tell anybody up at Deerfield...
Before you got kicked out for whaling on a gym teacher with a chair.
...you had an uncle met his demise like that?
I got a question.
How f*cked up are you?
Hi, Darlene.
What you got, staff sergeant? In no time you made sergeant.
SIU. What a country. Perfect.
Hey, I don't mind going it alone.
You know, if you went alone once in a while you might get somewhere.
We're cops, all right? This isn't somewhere.
All right, lookit, I know you're a worker. Maybe I can do something for you.
You got any suits, or do you like...
...coming to work dressed like you're gonna inv*de Poland?
You got quite the family tree. That maggot uncle of yours...
...Tommy Costigan, is another goof. He gets busted selling g*ns...
...to federal officers, among many, many, many other departures...
... from our normative behavior. And what's this got to do with me?
Why are you pretending to be a cop?
This unit is new, and you are the newest members of it.
You have been selected for it on the basis of intelligence and aptitude.
This is an elite unit.
Our job is to smash or marginally disrupt...
...organized crime in this city...
...by enhanced cooperation with the FBI...
...represented here today by Agent Frank Lazio.
And we will do it.
And by organized crime in this city, you know who we mean.
That's Jackie Costigan. That's an old picture.
Jackie met his demise.
Last known photograph.
Costello uses three key guys.
That's Fitzy. Off-the-boat psycho, lives in Brockton with his mother.
She's straight out of Going My Way.
Delahunt, muscle.
French, the number one. But of course, the rock star, you-know-who.
We've done a briefing book, so read up. I want all ideas...
...so I can pass them off as my own.
Work hard, you'll rise fast. You're in the best possible position...
...in the department. Let's go to work.
Your old man was a f*cking hump from Southie.
Baggage handler at the airport, right?
Family's all criminals except for the old man, huh?
And one priest, since you seem to know everything.
Last I heard he was married to a 12-year-old boy, living on a beach in Thailand.
f*cking family's dug into the Southie projects like ticks.
Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up...
...on the North Shore, huh? Well, la-di-f*cking-da.
You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right?
One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother.
You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're hanging...
...in the Southie projects with your daddy, the f*cking donkey...
...on the weekends. I got that right?
Yup. You have different accents?
You did, didn't you, you little f*cking snake?
You were like different people. 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 f*cking Freud I wouldn't get an answer.
Tell me, what's a lace-curtain m*therf*cker like you doing in the staties?
Well, families are always rising or falling in America, am I right?
Who said that? Hawthorne.
What's the matter, smart-ass, you don't know any f*cking 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. g*n, badge, pretend they're on TV.
A lot of them just wanna slam a n*gg*r through a window...
I'm set without your own personal job application, sergeant.
What did you say? Sir, what do you want from me?
Hey, he can't help you.
I know what you are. I know what you are...
...and I know what you're not.
I'm the best friend you have and I'm gonna help you understand something.
You're no f*cking cop.
He's right. We deal in deception here.
What we do not deal with is self-deception.
Five years from now you could be anything else in the world.
But you will not be a Massachusetts state trooper.
Are you sure of that? I'm sure of that.
Guaran-f*cking-teed.
You had 1400 on your SATs, kid. You're an astronaut, not a statie.
You don't have much family.
I don't have any family.
What's this I hear from Stephanie about you becoming a policeman?
Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father's funeral?
That Stephanie? Yeah, that Stephanie.
Nothing much to it, Uncle Edward. Trying to prove something to the family?
When you say "the family," who do you mean exactly? You?
You always have to question everything, don't you?
Maybe it would've done you some good to have some questions from time to time.
"Am I an assh*le? 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 funeral?
When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.
It's lovely. You get the high ceilings, the parquet floors. Bathroom is massive.
The fridge has got an alarm in it in case you have...
...eating issues, which is a joke. Not a very funny one.
Well, there's a great view of the State House. Beacon Hill, you can see it.
I mean, you move in, you're upper-class by about Tuesday.
So you're a cop. A state-police detective.
A state-police detective.
And are you a married state-police detective?
No.
Because this is kind of a... Sort of a big place and...
I have a co-signer.
Oh, cool. Yeah, you intend to have a houseguest. That's cool. Good.
Yeah, it's got... Just give me the papers.
Sure.
Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her.
Amen. May she rest in peace. Amen.
May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed...
...through the mercy of God rest in peace.
Amen.
So what do I do?
There's money behind this operation. You won't be paid as a regular cop...
...but there's a bonus involved.
Tax-free.
We can't conceal that you were a trainee. You'll be convicted of a crime.
We're thinking a guilty plea to as*ault and battery would make sense.
Given your nature.
You'll do enough jail time to convince anyone this is no setup.
You'll be on probation, see a court-ordered shrink...
...the whole nine yards.
You wanna serve the Commonwealth, this is your chance.
We need you, pal.
You've already pretended to be a Costigan from South Boston.
Every weekend, sergeant. Perfect.
Do it again.
For me.
Hey, you Billy Costigan? Yeah, who wants to know?
Well, 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.
Billy? 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 couldn't believe it.
I got kicked out, like, four months ago.
Yeah, it was in the papers.
So you know.
And why are we graced with your presence?
I brought your mother some pictures of my father.
Look at the smile. My mother had them. My...
My mother's dead.
I'm sorry. Sorry for your troubles.
I was at a funeral myself, man.
Myles Kennefick. Knew him in school.
He was a young guy, you know? It's terrible. It's a shame.
You remember that. What a night. Listen.
I got, like...
Like 30,000 bucks, right? Insurance money. Yeah.
You know, after my mother passed and everything.
In your line of work, if I gave you...
...like, what, say, 10,000, what could I get back?
You know what you...
You know what you usually say at these moments.
What? What? Come on, man.
Oh, come on, you f*cking moron. Come on.
What, you want me to say it?
I'm not a cop, all right?
I'm your f*cking cousin. You're bad.
You corrupt f*ck, man. You must be my cousin.
f*cking Ricans think they know everything.
If they knew sh*t, they wouldn't be Puerto Ricans.
R is for Ricans P is for pigs Would you shut the f*ck up for five seconds, huh?
That's right. You used to be a cop.
When we're working together just limit it to two eight-balls an hour.
We're not even supposed to be doing this sh*t this close to Worcester.
This side of Worcester.
Says who? Says him. Says Costello.
God says, as far as you're...
...concerned.
No, no, he's no cop. He got out of the joint three weeks ago.
c**t cop. No, no, no.
He talks like his sh*t don't stink, but he's good people.
Well, I knew his father.
I liked his Uncle Jackie better. Jackie was all right.
Uncle Jackie was excellent.
f*cking guineas.
To Jackie. Uncle Jackie.
Cranberry juice.
It's a natural diuretic.
My girlfriend drinks it when she's got her period.
What, do you got your period?
f*cking...! Get off!
Get your f*cking hands off me! Hey. Hey, hey.
Do you know me?
No. No.
Well, I'm the guy that tells 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 almost a guy you can't hit.
So I'm gonna make a f*cking ruling on this right now:
You don't f*cking hit him. You understand?
Yeah, excellent. Fine. Fine, fine.
I f*cking know you. I know your family.
You make one more drug deal...
...with that idiot f*cking cop-magnet of a cousin of yours...
...and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me.
I'll cut your f*cking 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," f*cking what?
Get the f*ck out of here.
Sorry I'm late.
Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the undercover section.
His undercover work is extensive.
He's here to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam.
Okay, my people are out there.
They're like f*cking Indians. You're not gonna see them.
You'll hear about them through me or Captain Queenan.
You will not ever know the identity of undercover people.
Unfortunately, this sh*thole has more leaks than the Iraqi navy.
f*ck yourself. I'm tired from f*cking your wife.
How's your mother? Tired from f*cking my father.
Good. Today, girls...
...what I have is microprocessors.
Somebody, as you may already know, stole 20 microprocessors...
...from the Mass Processor Company out on Route 128.
These are the kind they put into computers...
...that could put a cruise m*ssile up the ass of a camel...
...from a couple hundred miles away.
These pieces of plastic are worth about 100 grand apiece.
We got a guy working for the company two months...
...walks out the door with a box of processors on Tuesday...
...has a ticket for Florida on Wednesday...
...but on Thursday, he gets found in a Dumpster.
You know where that dirtball started his life?
Southie projects.
What was his name, the departed? Myles Kennefick.
Got the job with a forged UMass transcript. UMass, Boston...
... which happens to... South Boston?
Oh, you're a f*cking genius. Who forged your transcript, dickhead?
His old man runs the Hibernian Liquor Mart. Kennefick's.
We're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag.
We're here to nail Costello.
All right, look. We got a guy...
...says Costello's moving the processors to China.
He set up the whole f*cking job and popped Kennefick.
You do not want to miss it if Costello takes a dump.
We'd miss less if you made your informants available to us and the Bureau.
Without asking for too many details, do you have anyone in with Costello now?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe f*ck yourself.
My theory on Feds is they're like mushrooms.
Feed them sh*t and keep them in the dark.
You girls have a good day.
Normally he's a very nice guy.
Don't judge him from this meeting alone.
Now, Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son.
I knew Myles.
He was younger than me, but he was behind me in school.
I wanna get these people who did this to him.
Would you like to help us? You wanna help catch the people...
...who forced your son to do a robbery and then k*lled him?
Allegedly.
Allegedly.
If he was k*lled, he probably did something wrong.
But not the robbery. That's not wrong.
He did something else wrong?
Wave to your girlfriend, honey.
I mean, f*ck yourself.
Did you get that? "Allegedly" or "f*ck yourself"?
Welcome to the neighborhood. Different breed down here, sarge.
I need a cup of coffee.
You making a house call?
Have I seen you professionally?
No, no. No, I know who you are, though. I know.
Guys gotta use their service revolver in the course of duty...
...and then they get to come to talk to you about their feelings and whatnot.
No, no, I know how it goes. You're a mental health professional.
I have an appointment on this floor.
Oh, well, you'll have fun. They're all frigging crazy on that floor.
I'm one more up. Oh, fancy policeman.
Yeah, that's right, fancy. Are you a statie?
Yeah, I am. I'm actually going to law school also.
Suffolk, nights?
Yeah, they don't run Harvard at night, last time I checked.
When's the last time you checked? Before I went to f*cking Suffolk.
Okay, listen, I went to UMass. I wasn't insulting you.
Well, I thought you were. So now you gotta buy me dinner.
Maybe you can sh**t someone and then see me professionally.
I'll s*ab someone in the heart with a f*cking ice pick if it gets me dinner with you.
That's all right. I'm a detective. I'll find you.
No, sorry. I'm just joking. I need the card. Card helps.
Nice to meet you, Madolyn.
Hi, Dad. I had no idea about the tail until I saw it.
No, I couldn't. I had the other guy with me, I couldn't...
All right, it's a blue sedan and then a white van.
It's f*cked up with graffiti. And the van is the audio surveillance.
All right, have a nice day.
Cut him here.
Bye-bye.
Jerk-ass!
Come on, Babu. I can't do anymore. I cannot hold off.
Don't let me go back empty-handed. Don't do this. I wanna help you.
Come to my store next Friday. I'll give you the money.
This is Friday, Babu. How many times I gotta tell you?
You keep on calling me Babu. It's Singh, m*therf*cker.
I'm trying to help you.
You keep telling me I'm your friend. You don't even know my f*cking name.
I'm gonna catch a b*ating if I go back again like last week.
See this guy? You see this guy? This guy don't want you to have the money.
Because he wants to come back there and squash your head.
I have one customer sitting here. What I'm gonna do?
Business is bad? You opened a store in an Irish neighborhood.
These are dirty people. Don't you know that?
Sell potatoes, I don't know what you're gonna do.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Excuse me. Sorry. Know what I'm saying?
You fellas come from Providence?
It isn't any of your business, is it, now?
What, are you f*cking delivering cannolis or something?
Hey! You are k*lling my business, man!
f*ck!
What's wrong with this f*cking country? Everybody hates everybody!
Get out of here. Get out of here!
Now, you also do probation work, right? That's right, I see violent offenders.
Oh, bad guys. Not necessarily.
Yeah, they got this but they don't got duck I'orange.
Was your meal okay?
Yeah, no, the lobster 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 sh**t it.
I don't even know what it is.
So what's it like having people find themselves...
...in your office all day long?
Does it get messy with all those feelings flying around?
Why, does that make you uncomfortable?
No, no, no. No?
No, no, no. No, I'm not on your couch.
Well, you know what Freud said about the Irish?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, if you actually do, I'll see you again.
Who says I wanna see you again?
Don't you?
You should see your face. Don't you?
Course I wanna see you again.
What Freud said about the Irish is...
...we're the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
Yeah, he said that. I know he did.
So you're up sh*t's creek with a client list full of mick cops.
I mean, opening up? Good luck to you.
Why do you do it, then?
Some people do get better.
Fair enough.
Sometimes I want people to forget their personal bullshit and do their jobs.
Including the criminals?
If they don't do their jobs, you don't have one.
I'll always have a job. I'll just arrest innocent people.
Wait. You are trouble. You don't know the half of it.
I'll arrest you right now.
My word against yours.
...then I see her dancing at the wedding with you-know-who.
I say, "Why don't you go to Parents Without Partners?"
He goes, "Ma, they're all losers at the Parents Without Partners," so...
So I say to him, "Princess Carolina of Monaco..."
Schuyler.
Do you know who I am?
No.
You met my friend Mr. French the other night.
His real 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 lot of problems.
Those guys you tuned up...
...they're connected down Providence.
What they're gonna do...
...is come back with some guys and k*ll you.
Which, sure as you're born, they will do.
Unless I stop them.
Do you want me to stop them?
Is this something I can't do personally?
I'm gonna have my associate search you.
No one's searching me. Search me for what?
Contra-f*cking-band. Take your shoes off.
Shoes.
I knew your father.
Yeah? Do you know he's dead?
Oh, sorry. How'd he go?
Stand. He didn't complain.
Yeah, that was his problem.
Who said he had a problem?
I just said he had a f*cking problem.
There's a man could've been anything.
Are you trying to say that he was nothing?
f*ck. I'm saying he worked at the airport.
He's clean. Arm.
Yeah, come on.
What arm? What f*cking arm?
Show me your arm. Flip it.
Makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.
He's clean.
And if I can slander my own environment...
...it makes me sad, this regression.
Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some f*cking cop prick like Queenan...
...to pull you out of the staties and send you after me.
I just can't know.
I don't know what they do in that particular department, anyway.
Are you still a cop? No! No!
Swear on your mother's grave you're still not a cop?
I am not a f*cking cop!
Are you gonna stop doing coke deals with your jerkoff f*cking cousin?
Yes. Yes, yes.
All right, all right, all right.
You're okay. You'll be all right.
Get your hand taken care of.
I'm sorry, but it was necessary.
As for our problem with Providence...
...let's not cry over spilled guineas.
Who let this IRA m*therf*cker in my bar?
Just kidding. How's your mother?
She's on her way out.
We all are. Act accordingly.
Here it is, Your Highness, as ordered.
Get in the car. I wanna show you something.
What's got you all hot and bothered? Get in the car. You'll see.
Do you trust him?
Well, these days...
...who's reliable?
His Uncle Jackie was.
Yeah, but you can't trust a guy acts like he's got nothing to lose.
I'm reliable.
Arnold, you're one in a million.
Ten. Ten million.
What about your wife, Arnold?
Well, I thought she was.
She wasn't.
Well, she got reliable.
Don't you people ever shut the f*ck up?
Another county heard from.
One too many. She got a big mouth.
Answer this for me, will you?
The principles of detection tell me these two gentlemen came from Providence.
Lieutenant Risteen, Lynn PD. I'd appreciate it you get out of my crime scene.
Yeah, actually, it's my crime scene, but knock yourself out.
Thanks.
I saw a dead guy. I think I'm having posttraumatic stress.
Can I meet you for lunch?
All right, see you then.
Who's the lead detective?
Good. He's a lox.
Get the cops to look at Jimmy Pappas for the hit. He had nothing to do with it...
...and he'll say so.
Look in his car, you'll find the g*n that did it, registered, official. Providence.
In the trunk or the glove compartment?
Hey, you wanna see some dead guys?
Hey, this will get Captain Ellerby on the 6:00 news.
No wonder you get ahead.
Have a seat, Bill.
Do you know John Lennon?
Yeah, sure, he was the president before Lincoln.
Lennon said:
"I'm an artist.
You give me a f*cking tuba, I'll get you something out of it."
I tell you, Mr. Costello...
...I'd like to squeeze some f*cking money out of it.
Smart-mouth.
Too bad.
If you'll indulge me...
Now what?
Choir practice.
Choir practice...
The point I'm making with John Lennon is...
...a man could look at anything...
...and make something out of it.
For instance...
...I look at you and I think:
What could I use you for?
Get rid of this.
French.
Put it downstairs. Here. Go ahead, thank you.
Maybe we could work something out.
Good. And send this to his wife.
It was nice the way you asked the guy...
...which hand he jerked off with.
I hope this don't shake Rita up.
As I remember, she ain't that sentimental.
That was quick. You think he's dead already?
We have to do it by phone. I won't do it...
...if I have to wear a wire. No wires. Understand?
- You don't know what this is like. Microprocessors.
- Micro what? Microprocessors.
We'll probably be at w*r with the Chinese in 20-odd years...
...and Costello is selling them m*llitary technology.
Microprocessors, chips, computer parts.
Anybody says anything about anything like that...
...you let us know.
So who did the two guys from Providence?
Jimmy Pappas.
What happened to Jimmy Pappas?
Jimmy had a rough month.
Jimmy had a heart att*ck in jail...
...and then he got himself knifed at Boston City Hospital.
I believe it's been in the papers.
You seem quite happy with that result.
It's a f*cking result.
Yeah, but cui bono? Who benefits?
Cui gives a sh*t? It's got a frigging bow on it.
I think you are a cop, my son.
Where's your license? What license?
I don't see none. There's no such thing as a license, of course.
But you, you definitely need to have f*cking one.
If you're not being run by us, you're being run by someone else.
That means you're bringing undesirable elements...
...into Mr. Costello's area.
I was going for my f*cking cigarettes!
Hey.
That's Jimmy Bags.
He was rea... I don't know. What the f*ck you doing?
I'm in the hole, I pay him two grand.
There's no profit, I pay him two grand.
Then make more money. This is America.
You don't make money, you're a douche bag. Now what you gonna do?
Make more money. That's the spirit!
Oh, f*ck. Don't worry about it.
The guy don't need any f*cking teeth anyway.
It's a small surveillance subunit, but it's mine.
I didn't take this job to f*ck up or let anyone else f*ck up.
I handpicked this group. You're my A team. Now, our prim...
Hi, Captain.
This crazy f*ck...
... knocked Jimmy Bags' teeth out. So?
He was... He was reaching for his cigarettes.
You're gonna give me sh*t? It wasn't for no reason, Frank.
He reached into his coat.
I don't know if he's a bookie or what he's doing.
Well, you do know what a bookie does, don't you?
Yeah. Yeah, he pays you.
Queenan's compartmentalizing everything in SIU...
...which is the right thing.
I don't trust half the troopers out there anymore.
Bottom line...
...we think we might have a problem.
We think Costello's got a rat in the state police.
Really? Yeah, really.
Do we have direct access to Queenan's undercovers?
No, no, not presently.
But I'm working on that.
Here, Bill, this is for you.
From now on, call the bar, ask for Mikey. Just Mikey.
You ask for Mikey because there is no Mikey.
You wait. We'll call you.
You got that? Yeah, I got that.
Sorry, I didn't hear you. I got that.
Good.
Hi, Dad.
I got promoted. All right.
Excuse me for one second.
You know...
...if your father were alive...
...and saw you here sitting with me...
...let's say he'd have a word with me about this.
In fact, he'd k*ll seven guys just to cut my throat.
And he could do it...
...which is maybe something you don't know about William Costigan Sr.
So he never...? I mean, never? No. No, no.
He kept his own counsel. He never wanted money.
You can't do anything with a man like that.
Your Uncle Jackie...
...he also would k*ll my entire f*cking family if he saw me here with you.
And I think about this.
So what the f*ck are we talking about here?
Did you ever think about going back to school?
School?
With all due respect, Mr. Costello...
...school is out.
Maybe someday you'll wake the f*ck up.
Good day, Fathers.
Mr. Costello. Good morning, Francis, good morning.
You recall our chat?
Little boys...
...sucking on their peckers, et cetera and so forth...
"I am as God made me." Was that your rationale?
May I remind you, in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
May I remind you that pride comes before the fall.
How's Sister Mary Theresa doing?
We had a tasty relationship before she took her vows.
Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.
Pay them.
Get the old bombardier a drink on the house.
What do you got for me? Uniform clipped him for suspended license.
However, he's a subject of an open investigation...
More than one. He's one of Costello's.
We're getting a warrant. Can't get an address off him.
He paged his lawyer but the lawyer hasn't called back yet.
Who's the lawyer? Didn't know the name. Just a number.
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 f*cking camera off.
Give it to me. He doesn't know what the f*cking lawyer looks like.
Whose briefcase is this? All 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 calls...
...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 call your mother...
...tell her you're not gonna be home for supper.
Camera's off. It's off. Call your mother.
Lookit, they're suiting up for a raid right now.
I don't know where they're going, but they do. And so do you.
So make the call.
Lookit, fuckstick, you don't gotta trust me...
...just listen to what I'm saying to you.
Mom, I'm not gonna make it home for supper.
Sorry, yeah, I got held up.
Yeah, no, you carry on without me.
I'll talk to you later. Okay.
Bye.
Everybody out. Move.
Thank you.
So who are you?
I think you need a different attorney, Mr. Fitzgibbons. Have a great day.
So when the f*ck am I gonna get out?
All right, run the last number he called. That's his house.
I'll swear to the judge I surveilled him there...
...and abra-f*cking-cadabra, we got a warrant.
Why did you use my phone? Because you didn't go in there.
The light's nice here in the morning.
So do you wanna talk about last night?
You know, it's all right. Guys tend to make too big a deal out of it.
It's actually quite common.
I gotta go to work.
Do you lie?
Why? Do you?
No, I'm asking if you lie.
Honesty is not synonymous with truth.
Yeah, you lie.
You lie.
Is it to do some good, to get somewhere personally...
...or, what, just for the f*ck of it?
Well, I expect that some people do it to keep things on an even keel.
So you had a parent who was a drunk.
Did you?
No.
Let's keep it with you.
Talk about how you feel.
How I feel.
How I feel.
f*ck. Brian, stop it.
No. Please. No.
Ain't gonna hurt you.
You sit there...
...with a mass m*rder*r.
A mass m*rder*r.
Your heart rate is jacked.
And your hand...
...steady.
That's one thing I figured out about myself in prison. My hand...
...does not shake.
Ever.
Wake the f*ck up.
There was a cop leaving when I came in.
How did you know he was a cop?
Bad haircut, no dress sense and a slight, you know, air of scumbag entitlement.
Do you see cops? That's part of what I do.
I normally don't see cadets who've been kicked out of the academy.
Oh, boy. You should get a better job, huh?
Should I?
So do they all come in here...
...and cry, your cops?
Sometimes they do. Yeah, sure. Sometimes they cry, yeah.
If they've had trouble at home, if they've had to use their weapons...
Use their weapons?
Let me tell you something.
They signed up to use their weapons.
Most of them, all right. But they watch enough TV...
...so they know they have to weep after they use their weapons.
There is no one more full of sh*t than a cop.
Except for a cop on TV.
I looked at your file.
I see that you have a record of as*ault.
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, let's do this. Come on, spread them. Hey, you think you can pop somebody...
...and there's a special card to play? Jimmy Bags, whose jaw you broke...
...happens to work undercover for the Boston Police Department.
I'm going nuts. I can't be someone else every day.
It's been a year. I've had enough!
Calm down. Most people do it every day. What's the big deal?
Well, I'm not them. I'm not them, okay? Exactly.
You're nobody. You signed the papers, remember?
We're the only two people on this earth that even know you're a cop.
How about we just erase your file, huh?
How about we erase your file...
...and you're just another soldier for Costello...
...open to arrest for I don't know how many felonies. What do you say?
How about I f*cking k*ll you, huh? How about I f*cking k*ll you!
That was a joke. Come on. That wasn't a joke.
You play a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one...
... you lace-curtain, Irish f*cking p*ssy! Hey, hey! Stop it! Break it up! Stop it!
f*ck you, m*therf*cker! g*dd*mn it, stop it! That's an order!
For chrissake, 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 Costello?
What's wrong with taking him on any one...
...of the million felonies that you've seen him do or I've seen him do?
I mean, he m*rder*d somebody, right?
The guy f*cking murders somebody and you don't f*cking take him!
What are you waiting for? Do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor?
That what you want? That'd stick.
Will you shut up?
We are building a case and it takes time.
You know that.
Something's wrong.
I'm telling you, something's wrong.
Yeah, maybe.
Look, we need you to keep your ears open, all right?
No bullshit.
I think Costello's got a spy inside the Special Investigation Unit.
You serious?
I'm afraid so.
Have you heard anything like that?
Jesus Christ.
Hang tight for me, kid.
Just a little while longer.
We are this close:
All 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?
Valium.
If you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.
What's that say about what you do? We should have a few more meetings...
... before we even talk about prescriptions. Look, I'm having panic att*cks.
Other night, I thought I was having a heart att*ck. I puked in a barrel on the way over.
I haven't slept for f*cking weeks.
Is that true? Yeah, that's true.
I said something f*cking true. I want some f*cking pills...
...and you're gonna close my file?
I didn't say I'd close your file. No, I... I thought I was supposed to tell...
... the truth here, if only f*cking here. You are! Yes.
A guy comes in here against every instinct of privacy, of self-reliance that he has...
...and what do you do?
What do you do? You send him off on the street to score smack? Is that what you do?
You're f*cking ridiculous.
Two pills?
Why don't you just give me a bottle of Scotch...
...and a handgun to blow my f*cking head off?
Are we done with this psychiatry bullshit? You can leave!
What did I just put myself through? I'm out of here.
And what if that was a legitimate thr*at? Think about it, f*cking hotshot.
f*ck.
Why is the last patient of the day always the hardest one?
You're tired and you don't give a sh*t.
It's not supernatural. Listen.
Listen. You know, I'm not just somebody that you have to see or they put you in jail.
Okay? I mean, if you're in distress, I will help you.
What's this?
It's my card. And a prescription for 20 lorazepam.
Yeah?
Is it enough to commit su1c1de?
Maybe it is. All right? Okay?
Have I done my job up to your g*dd*mn standards?
Because according to my standards, you fit the model of drug-seeking behavior.
You know, and too damn bad if you don't like my initial clinical reaction.
Thank you.
I'm transferring you to another counselor.
Good. Okay.
So you wanna get a cup of coffee?
Bring it in here, please. Would 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 f*ck. Cash.
Lots of cash is gonna change hands inside a building...
...that we have under AV surveillance close-by.
I know this location is not the best, but we had very little time to set up.
You guys know anything about this? No.
Sullivan's team will ID the bad guys and listen in on the phones.
Our unit will not take action.
I repeat, not take action, until a man that Captain Queenan has inside...
...verifies the transaction. Are we clear?
Anybody? Any questions? No? This is who we're after.
We've been after this cocksucker for a long time, and tonight...
...we are going to get him. Let's go to work.
All right, you guys find out what we're doing and get on it.
Sorry to get you last-minute, but things leak.
This lead came from Queenan's undercover guy.
I'm gonna smoke. You don't smoke? One of those fitness freaks, huh? Go f*ck yourself.
Hi, Dad? Yes.
Yeah, something big came up at work.
- I'm not gonna be home for supper. Too bad.
Your mother worked all g*dd*mn day.
We'll just have to sit down without you and your friends.
Oh, no, my friends are still coming.
So we'll just... I'll just see you for lunch instead tomorrow.
Your mother will be proud.
All right, thanks, Pop. Bye.
The readiness is all.
You know the players. Call the game.
Thank you.
You ready? Is your highness...
...gonna drop me off at confession before work, or f*ck me, or what?
What have you got to confess to that anointed pederast?
A confessional seal, these days...
...I'm not so sure.
He'll operate the cameras. You ID the guys and log them.
All cellphone signals are under surveillance...
...through the courtesy of our federal friends over there.
Patriot Act, Patriot Act. I love it, I love it, I love it.
Keep an eye on this one.
All right, here we go.
There's Costello. Mr. French.
There's Fitzy, Delahunt...
...and the new guy, Billy Costigan.
Time is 10:46.
All right, turn off your cellphones.
Fitzy's got the chicken. Check your weapons.
We have a blind spot. Why do we have a blind spot?
We had two hours' notice. Two hours.
f*ck 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. Costello.
I wanna tell you, at least two of these gents have machine g*ns.
He's from the Chinese government. He's scared shitless.
Government man. Scared.
I'm concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's wise...
...to come to a business transaction...
...with a*t*matic weapons.
For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids...
...none of us are carrying a*t*matic weapons.
Because here, in this country...
...it don't add inches to your d*ck.
You get a life sentence for it.
If we had some Homeland Security money like some douche bags I could mention...
Any calls? They turned off their cellphones.
Search randomly for calls made from the area.
Eight hundred and seven phones are live in this area.
Then narrow the area.
What you see there for service is what you're gonna get.
Why did they turn their phones off?
Wait. There's still one phone up. Where?
The buyers are there.
You know, direct contact with your guys would have its advantages.
Not to my guy.
This is unbelievable. Who put the cameras in this place?
Oh, who the f*ck 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 million dollars.
What we generally do, in this country...
...is one guy...
...brings the items...
...and the other guy...
...pays him.
No "tickee"...
...no laundry.
Go ahead, Fitz.
Cars are moving, but did you see anybody come out?
Please tell me those cars aren't empty.
I mean, Jesus f*cking Christ, please tell me that those Chinamen's cars aren't empty!
They didn't figure we had a navy.
Did you put a camera in the back?
Can I talk to you for a second, please?
You stupid f*cking hard-on!
You f*cked this whole thing up!
What the f*ck did you do, you cocksucker? Let go of me!
I'm gonna rip your f*cking arm off and shove it up your f*cking ass!
Why don't we meet? Let me buy you an ice cream.
I'm getting on a plane unless you put Queenan on.
Queenan had a funeral to go to. This is my shift. Calm down.
Why shouldn't I get on a f*cking plane, huh?
Meet up? You actually want me dead?
Look, there is a rat in your unit. That is a fact, all right?
- Where's Queenan? He's not here.
They knew you had cameras in the building. They knew everything.
There is a leak from the inside. It's real. Man, smoke him out.
Yeah, how do we do that, Mr. Genius-Who- Didn't-Even-Graduate-From-the-Academy?
Disinform. Let it slip to SIU that you have a sealed wiretap warrant...
...for Costello's apartment. Don't tell anyone in our division, but tell SIU.
Flush it down the pipe, see if it comes out on my end.
That's what we do first. Narrow it down.
- Where the f*ck is Queenan, huh? He's not here.
You wanna meet up or you got something real, call me back.
...changing your life radically.
Change anything. Right? Change everything.
Right? Yeah.
How long you been with this guy?
My boyfriend? Yeah.
Four months. Almost four months. Four months.
Do you love him?
It's a pretty serious relationship, yeah.
It's very serious.
Is he a headcase like me? I'm just curious.
No more than I am.
I know that it's a serious relationship.
I know there are ups and downs. Right?
People have doubts and problems.
Well, not problems, but doubts.
What would you do if he was standing right there and he saw us?
I would lie. Yeah, I would lie.
You know, to keep things on an even keel, right?
Right? We talked about that.
Morning. Good morning.
Want a French doughnut?
Yeah.
Hey, can I lookit? Yeah.
Sure.
All right, we're not having this out. What?
You don't see any pictures of where I came from.
Look, I respect who you are...
...just, you know, not in the living room.
We might have company.
Company? Yeah, company.
Hey, now, why do you work for the state? Why not? You do.
No, what you do. The degrees and all, everything you got. You're hot sh*t.
Yeah?
So why do you make as much as a guidance counselor?
Because I believe in public service.
So now you're gonna f*ck with me? So now you're gonna be ridiculous, huh?
No, don't start with me. Don't... Hey.
Ah, f*ck with the f*cking phone! Stop it!
The phone. Forget the phone.
Get it. Answer it. Answer it.
This is your first phone call in the new house.
You live here now. You're a resident.
Mayor Sullivan's office.
Put Colin on the phone right now.
Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
What?
I think it's a guy with...
It's like a cancer guy. Hello.
What the f*ck 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 that shrink c**t that answered the phone?
Remember I told you that we were... She was gonna move in?
- Yeah. She moved in.
You better get organized, quick. Last time I checked, I tipped you off...
...and you're not in jail.
Are you listening to me? Yeah.
Do you like Little Miss Thing sucking on your cock?
Yes. Yes, I do.
So earn it.
I'm getting the feeling...
...we got a cop in my crew.
Yeah, I know, I'm kind of getting that feeling too.
He's one of yours. Inside.
Have you seen anything?
I got no access to Queenan's undercover files. He and Dignam run the snitches.
- Doing my best. Your best?
What do you think we're in, the f*cking haberdashery business?
Look, Frank, if you don't relax...
If you don't relax, I can't relax. All right? Now, what I need you to do...
...get me information on the people with you last night. Your crew.
Get me social-security numbers, get me...
Get you? Give you? Who the f*ck do you work for?
All right, all right. Frank, Frank, Frank. All right. I'm sorry.
If you could, please. What I need are SS numbers, DOBs...
...just all the pedigree information so I can run it on my end and we can ID the prick.
If you can get me that information...
...I can... We're gonna handle it. I can handle it.
Calm down, or you'll sh**t 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 will be putting their fat cock...
...up Little Miss Freud's ass.
How are you, Francis?
My mother called me Francis. I know she did.
And your father called you the tumor.
And what did your father call you, Charlie?
Oh, yeah, I forgot. He wasn't around.
You have a boss that has a laryngectomy?
No, no, no. That was a guy who works for me.
You're lying to me.
Not exactly.
What did you do with the real microprocessors, Frank?
Microprocessors.
Oh, yeah.
I heard the story. You arrested some Chinese government guys...
...at the border carrying some light sockets or something.
I can't wait to wipe that f*cking smirk off of your face.
Wouldn't you rather wipe my ass for me?
There are certain parts of my job that I'm not gonna be able to talk to you about.
And I cannot allow you to jeopardize an ongoing investigation...
...or your life.
No, really, there are things you don't even wanna know about.
Okay, then just say that.
All right, I will.
Oh, that's the movers.
Yeah, you still wanna stay?
Yes. Yeah?
Come on, I'm coming! It's the worst timing.
I'm gonna get you.
If you could've, you would've.
But I guess you like to go at your own pace.
Excuse me. Got a date with some angels.
Frankie.
Frankie!
Your mother forgives me.
You take off an armored car at the mall.
What the f*ck, you pay guineas in Providence?
f*cking now I do! What the f*ck do you do?
I gotta pay Costello for him to trade me to the FBI? Because that's what he does.
FBI? What the f*ck you talking about, FBI?
My God, is that French out there?
What the f*ck did you just say about the FBI?
Forget what I said. I'm f*cking high.
Whatever may be going on in that very f*cking poor...
...very limited brain of yours, I am not gonna hurt you, all right?
Just tell me what you f*cking said. Forget it.
I'm high. I'm f*cking high. I must be high. I'd never say what you thought I said.
f*ck!
Now, what the f*ck did you just f*cking say?
Why do you think he never gets busted? Costello's a protected FBI informant.
He'll trade you out.
I thought I was supposed to go into shock.
I'm not in shock. It f*cking hurts!
It f*cking hurts!
Hey. It's me.
What are you doing here? Come here.
Costello's giving people up to the FBI.
The FBI? He is giving information to the FBI.
He's a protected f*cking informant.
I mean, aren't they always trying to make it a federal case and it never gets made?
Go around the back. I'll 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 asleep but she left some supper out. You want something to eat?
No. No, thanks.
Yeah, come on, man. You have some supper. We'll talk in the kitchen.
Come on.
You want some coke?
There it is.
Don't move till you're numb.
Come on. Get inside.
Boss wants your real name...
...your social and license number, your bank account numbers.
I don't have a bank account.
I'm a cash business myself. What's he doing, setting up IRAs?
Just fill the f*cking paper in. Your real name and all your account numbers.
Then we wait here.
You're sh1tting me. No, I ain't.
Put the forms in there.
I don't know if this is how you spell "citizens."
But f*ck it, you know?
No, no, no. Come here.
What, are you f*cking Ret*rded or something?
That ain't f*cking right.
Are you kidding me?
Look at this. Look.
"Citizens." Look.
Billy, he said to stay here.
Yeah. I'm not sitting here without a tetanus sh*t.
Where the f*ck are you going?
I'm not staying, all right? You can tell 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 still got three weeks left on the lease.
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 vulnerability is really freaking me out right now.
Is it real?
I think so.
You don't have any cats.
No.
I like that.
I don't get it.
We are all convinced that Costello has at least...
...one mole inside the Special Investigations Unit.
You will investigate everybody and anybody.
Well, that's not exactly a dream job for a cop.
We looked at all possible candidates. You have an immaculate record.
Some people don't trust a guy with an immaculate record. I do.
I have an immaculate record.
How is your wedding coming along?
Great. Great. She's a doctor.
That's outstanding. Yeah.
Marriage is an important part of getting ahead.
Lets people know you're not a h*m*. Married guy is more stable.
People see the ring, think at least someone can stand him.
Ladies see the ring, they know you must have some cash and your cock must work.
Yeah, it's working. Overtime.
I'm glad to hear that. Thank you.
Be dirty, be dirty.
Yeah...
Frank. The f*ck is wrong with you?
See anything you like, Col? I almost f*cking sh*t you.
You're not indulging in self-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 cr*ck up. Pick a place like this...
...where any cop could see you. Jesus.
If this is such a f*cking bad idea why'd you show up?
I own the place.
Why am I not f*cking surprised?
All right, lookit, I gotta tell you... You're getting reassigned. I know.
How the f*ck do you know that?
Where'd they put you? Hey, Frank.
I gotta find myself.
You're telling me, sonny boy.
I gotta find the guy you got in the department.
With everybody looking up their own ass and you looking for yourself...
...I put my money on nobody finds nothing.
I know, but, Frank, lookit. For me, you gotta lay low.
Right now. Collie...
...laying low is not what I do.
All right, f*cking Big Daddy Frank. f*cking perfect.
What good am I to you if you don't listen to me?
What good am I if you don't listen?
Queenan is compartmentalizing. He's splitting everything up.
He's f*cking smart. You know this.
I can get the rat. You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.
Okay.
But Colin, I hope I won't have to remind you...
...that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department...
...most likely, it won't be me who suffers for it.
Now, why would you have to remind me of that?
Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't f*cking already know that?
Frank, you gotta trust me.
All right? Just trust me, Frank.
Hey, it f*cking involves lying and I'm pretty f*cking good at that. Right?
Right?
Maybe because it's always been so easy...
...for me to get c**t that I never understood jerking off in a theater.
Christ.
Who knows what's easy?
Colin, I know you'll take care of business.
sh*t!
f*ck.
Hey, how you doing?
Hi, Darlene, hi.
That's it for me. Yeah, see you.
Have a good one.
I smell a rat.
Jesus Christ.
You got a girlfriend?
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 Police Department, I'm not sure.
Jesus Christ.
Are you sure it's not the FBI?
It ain't the FBI.
Ex-wife.
Old girlfriend.
Or stupid.
That is what brings you down in this business.
Stupid, huh?
Well, I guess that leaves me out.
You know, past days, situation like this, I k*ll everybody.
Everybody who works for me.
Right. You know, Frank...
...I look around at your other guys...
I mean, they're all murderers, right? Right?
And I think, "Could I do m*rder?"
And all I can answer myself is:
"What's the difference?"
Give them up to the Almighty.
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 life and I will put a f*cking b*llet in your head...
...as if you were anybody else. Okay?
You got something you wanna ask me?
Look, you're 70 years old, 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 dr*gs, what the f*ck are you doing?
You don't need the money or the pain in the ass. And they will catch you.
I haven't needed the money...
...since I took Archie's milk money in the third grade.
Tell you the truth, I don't need p*ssy anymore, either.
But I like it.
Point I'm making here is, Bill...
...I got this rat...
...this gnawing, cheese-eating, f*cking rat...
...and it brings up questions.
You know. See, Bill, like, you're the new guy.
Girlfriend...
Why don't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers?
Social-security numbers.
Yeah. Everybody's f*cking numbers.
Is there something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me?
Because I'll give you the f*cking answer, all right?
Frank, look at me. Look at me.
I'm not the f*cking rat. Okay?
I'm not the f*cking rat.
Start with you agree there is a rat.
You said there is one, all right?
I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty good at what you do.
Sure. Sure, Will.
You, William. What would you do?
Frank, how many of these guys...
...have been with you long enough to be disgruntled?
Think about it. You don't pay much, you know.
It's almost a f*cking feudal enterprise.
The question is, and this is the only question...
...who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
The only one who could do what I do is me.
Lot of people had to die for me to be me.
You wanna be me?
I probably could be you. Yeah.
Yeah, I know that much.
But I don't wanna be you, Frank.
I don't wanna be you.
"Heavy lies the crown" sort of thing.
Yeah.
Francis. I'm out of here. You'll set the alarm...
Yeah, all right. I'll see you at Christmas. All right. Good night.
You know what I like about restaurants?
The f*cking food? I don't know. What?
You learn a lot watching things eat.
There's a boat coming up Gloucester.
French will give you all the details. Don't forget.
Eat something, for Christ's sake.
In the future, I tell you to do a thing, you f*cking do it. You got that?
I got it. Okay?
Excuse me...
... French, I forgot my... Okay, Francis.
...cigarette.
Eat something.
Problem?
Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat fucks like you, okay? I don't like them.
The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know.
If you'd taken care of this I wouldn't be here.
f*ck yourself, you piece of sh*t. I need the identity of your undercovers.
Blow me. Not literally. Unfortunately, there's no promotion involved for you.
f*cking prick.
Hi, captain. Look who's here. The prom queen.
They are not happy with me. What do you expect?
Everybody knows you've been assigned here to find Costello's rat.
They want to find the leak as much as you do.
Like I said, two days ago, my guy damn near found out who Costello's rat is.
But he lost him in the streets. Really?
Well, did he get a look at the guy? No.
I mean, nothing? Like, I mean, anything that could help us.
No.
So you got any advice for me? Just, I mean, generally.
Costello can't do much business without coordinating with his source...
...who is here in SIU.
Follow Costello. You'll 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 full-time, law school...
...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, well, that would be a clean slate.
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 capable.
I'm f*cking Irish. I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
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.
Lookit. 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 probably the f*cking police 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 pail.
You're a cop.
What?
You ignored us, you're a cop.
We're guessing who cops are. You know, most good-looking women are cops.
Well, I'm going home, all right? He's playing with his new guys.
See you later, all right? See you later.
He's moving something with all new guys. A whole new crew.
No, no, I can't tell you what or where. It's probably disinformation.
Just keep following him, all right? Listen, I need to see you today.
- Tomorrow. No, no, no. Today.
- You heard nothing about dr*gs? No.
Nothing about new guys? Nothing about Gloucester?
Not a thing. And I would have. That information would have come to me.
It ain't Bill.
No way, he says.
Follow Costello. You'll find his rat.
Yeah, this is Sergeant Sullivan.
I want constant surveillance on Captain Queenan, starting right now.
Good. Thank you.
Can I ask a question, sarge? Why the f*ck are we following Captain Queenan?
To find out about the good Catholic life?
I have to follow every lead, however unlikely...
...however f*cking painful it might be to your delicate f*cking sensibilities.
Who told you I had delicate sensibilities?
- I just don't like it. Don't feel right. I have reason to believe...
...that Captain Queenan is Costello's rat.
So just follow him and don't get made.
Sarge, we got the target coming out.
Hey. Where are you?
Look down the car.
- You got me? Yeah, I gotcha.
Is there a reason you would have a tail?
No.
Because I think... Billy, I don't have a tail.
Get off at the next stop, all right? South Station. You wait there 10 minutes.
South Station. Wait 10 minutes.
He just went into a building down the waterfront. 344 Wash.
You got that? 344 Wash.
Yeah, he went up to the top floor.
Building'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 blood on his hands. He's lost his f*cking mind.
I don't know what we're doing here, boys.
He's not including his regular guys. But I'll tell you something.
Sooner or later he's gonna find out who I am and he's gonna f*cking k*ll me.
I know it. He's gonna f*cking k*ll me! All right!
I think we got him. I think Queenan's meeting with him right now.
All right, all right. Listen to me.
I'm really sorry for your trouble. I swear to God I am.
I'll get you out of this. I can't do it overnight but I'll get you out.
Yeah?
Hey, get the van. We're moving. Heavy work.
What about the FBI? They're compromised.
They're what? They're f*cked.
- Yeah. Where are you?
We've been trying to reach you. We found the rat.
Listen, we're gonna take him out. Lookit:
The address is 314 Washington Street. You got it?
All right, we'll see you there.
What? You were followed.
By who? By Costello's people.
Impossible. One of the cops...
...he's got on the inside tipped him. Come on. Come on.
Come on!
What the f*ck is going on?
f*cking sh*t. Looks like Queenan's meeting with all of them.
Yeah, he must be our guy.
Sarge, we gotta get him out of here. Those guys aren't f*cking around.
Ah, Christ, it's too late. Let's go back up.
sh*t! You got to get out of here!
Take the fire escape. What about you?
I'll be fine. But if you get made I can't protect you. Now, go!
One of you mugs got a light? Where's your boy?
He's studying law at Notre Dame. Where's your f*cking boy?
Hey! Hey! g*dd*mn m*therf*cker!
f*cking k*ll you! Where's your f*cking boy?
What the f*ck was that? Did you f*cking see that?
Sarge, something just came off the building.
What the f*ck?
f*ck.
What do you mean, off the building?
Something came off the f*cking roof. It's a f*cking body.
We can't get a visual. Want us to get out?
We gotta get on foot if you want me to get up on this thing.
Where were you? What happened?
You're f*cking late! Get in the van!
What do you mean, off the roof?
What's going on? I came to meet you.
What the f*ck...? Get in the van!
I got four armed men right out front. You want us to pursue?
No, do not pursue. Stay in the car.
f*ck. No f*cking pursuit. I need information.
What came off the roof?
No pursuit. That's bullshit.
f*ck this.
Fitzy! Get in the van!
Get in the f*cking van! Let's go! Move!
All 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 sh*t!
Send some back...
So do you know why Queenan went into that building?
No. Well, a better question...
...is why the f*ck were your guys following him?
I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan.
Why? That's Internal Investigations' business.
f*cking piece of sh*t!
All right. Hey, hey!
f*cking bitch! Let him go!
Cocksucker! I don't have to f*cking explain anything to anybody!
I can f*cking investigate anybody I want to!
Come on! I don't give a f*ck what you think!
I got reason to believe that Queenan got k*lled by his f*cking undercover.
That's a f*cking lie.
He has f*cking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan.
I need access to those files.
I forgot the password but if you come with me I'll give it to you.
That's a f*cking lie. Nobody calls me a liar!
Shut up! Work with the tech guys to unlock those files.
Dignam, take a leave of absence. Take a leave of what?
Queenan is dead. I'm your boss now.
I don't care. I'd rather hand in my papers first.
World needs plenty of bartenders. Two weeks with pay.
Good.
Piece of sh*t. f*ck off.
I need those codes. No.
You want those codes.
So where the f*ck were you?
Well, boss told me to go home.
Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But you weren't at f*cking home.
So where the f*ck were you?
I was at the grocery store with no signal, all right?
When I got the signal, I got the call.
What the f*ck do you want from me? Was I there or was I not there?
Billy. Billy.
Yeah?
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 late in your life.
When I called you...
...I made a mistake.
I gave you the wrong address...
...but you showed up at the right one...
...didn't you?
Tell me why I didn't tell nobody, huh?
Tell me why.
That cop was tough. We were excessive with the cop.
He's dead.
I'm going home.
- Your guys should 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 k*lled the guy who had the info. Dignam's gone. Forget about him.
- He resigned. I don't give a f*ck about Dignam.
He put in his papers, Frank.
He left. I don't know where he is. Don't get your balls in an uproar, Collie.
That Irish pissant...
...he's so hot for me, we give him a whiff of my ass, he'll crawl right in it.
Let's give him a whiff.
I will. Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Sweetheart.
You're giving me a hard-on.
Are you sure it's me?
Not all that talk about whiffing and crawling up asses?
Watch your f*cking mouth.
No. You watch it.
Let me straighten you out.
I tried to call you a few times.
I know.
Listen, I can't be a friend to you.
I'm sorry.
Yeah...
...I know.
Yeah.
You called this number on a dead guy's phone.
Who are you?
So it is you.
Well, thank God you're all right. We were very worried.
Who are you?
This is Sergeant Sullivan.
I'm taking over Queenan's unit.
Let me talk to Dignam to confirm it.
Staff Sergeant Dignam...
...is on a leave of absence. He's very upset.
We're all 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 confirm the body of the man found dead...
...in the Fenway marshes yesterday...
...is that of Timothy Delahunt, an undercover policeman for...
...the city of Boston. This was the scene yesterday...
...when Delahunt's body was found in the marshes near the Fenway.
As for who did this or why...
...that's something police are working on right now.
I don't believe it. What can't you believe?
I spent all f*cking night dragging the poor bastard in there.
Tell me how they found him so fast.
Somebody walking a f*cking dog in three feet of mud?
What kind of f*cking size of dog is that?
Must have been a big f*cking dog, man.
I spent all f*cking night doing it, man.
I'm embarrassed.
I still don't believe he was a cop. I don't believe it.
The cops are saying he's a cop...
...so I won't look for the cop.
Are you soft, Fitz?
When I tell 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 f*cking blowjob!
Don't laugh!
This ain't reality TV!
Proceed.
What? Yeah.
You got a tail. Two cars. Not very subtle.
They're not gonna be subtle from now on. That's what I've been trying to say.
So get rid of them.
There's no need for you to go yourself, Frank.
Get rid of the f*cking tail!
All right.
f*cking rats. It's wearing me thin.
Francis, it's a nation of f*cking rats.
Stop, stop. Pull them off Costello. There's no need to surveil him.
What are you saying? I got it from an undercover.
He knows he's being followed. So let the UC take him in.
Undercover? Queenan's guy.
He called when he found out Queenan d*ed. I'm running him.
You give him to me. No, I can give you Costello's destination.
You know where he's going? Yes. And what he's doing.
Get rid of the tail, get Special Ops on standby.
We'll take this prick tonight. Let's go. Now.
All units fall back. All units fall back.
It's the warehouse he owns over on Sheffield.
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 tail, huh?
Were you not in the f*cking 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. You go ahead.
Watch your f*cking back. Move out! Go on!
Cocksuckers.
m*therf*cking sh*t!
m*therf*cking...!
Back the f*ck up!
They f*cking sh*t me.
Get down!
Come on, f*cking bastards!
f*ck it.
How the f*ck did this happen?
You're an FBI informant?
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Grow up.
Of course I talk to the FBI.
Do they know who I am?
I never gave up anybody who wasn't going down anyway.
Nobody knows nothing.
Frank.
Frank. Frank.
Do they know about me?
I know about you, Collie.
You know I'd never give you up.
You're like a... What? Like a son?
To you? Is that what this is about?
All that murdering and f*cking, and no sons.
f*cking rat prick!
Frank?
Yeah?
Who's this?
Gwen?
Where the hell's Frank?
Frank got sh*t.
Gwen, we lost Frank.
I got him!
I got Costello here!
Hey, good job, sarge.
No, it's...
For you.
Thank you. No. Thank you.
He's been waiting here a long time for you.
How'd you get him without the files?
Caller ID on Queenan's phone.
You know that guy?
Yeah. We were classmates in the academy together.
Good to see you, trooper.
Yeah. Colin Sullivan. We spoke on the phone.
Yeah. So.
Now, how long were you undercover?
Long time.
Long f*cking time. Yeah. Yeah.
Well, I can't even tell you the debt...
I just want you to know I'll be recommending you for the Medal of Merit.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
That's kind of like a gold star around here, huh?
It's the highest honor we got.
Look, I just want my identity back, all right?
That's all. All 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'll have to excuse my behavior.
My only contact in the last six months has been a police shrink.
How's that working for you?
Is it helpful?
What are you gonna do about Costello's rat in this building?
I'm gonna find the prick. Yeah.
I'm gonna find him, I'm gonna arrest him.
Good. Anything you can do to help 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 all done being a cop, all right?
I just want my money and I wanna go home.
All right. That'll be the best thing for everybody.
Fair enough.
I just, I can't get into your file unless I have your password.
It's my name.
William Costigan Jr.
They gave it to me in case I had to explain myself to someone like you.
It's your name.
All right.
f*cking unreal, that... Well, makes a lot of sense.
Listen, Bill, I gotta run this in the other room.
This computer's getting all frigging blooey on me.
Give me two minutes. I'll have you out of here in no time.
All right, everything checks out, so let'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 hold. Only you.
You open this if something happens to me or if I call you and I tell you to open it.
You're the only person I can trust, all right?
Please.
All right. Look, I'm sorry to even...
I'm sorry to even show up here like this, you know?
I... There's just no one else I could give it to.
There's no one else.
I'm really sorry. I...
You know, I have...
I... Whatever you have to say...
...think about it real hard, all right?
If you still wanna tell me, you tell me in two weeks, okay?
I was dreaming I was dead.
Death is hard. Life is much easier.
What's this? Open it.
Really? Yeah.
Really?
Yeah.
And they say that this little speck...
...is a penis.
It's a boy.
Yeah, well, one usually follows the other.
Can you still...?
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 f*cking 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 f*cking involves lying and I'm pretty f*cking good at that. Right?
What?
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 liar.
Hey, I can explain that!
Costello recorded everything.
He put all the tapes in a box and kept them with his lawyer. That was his insurance.
His lawyer came to me.
Imagine that, you rat f*ck.
Costello trusted me more than anyone.
Sound quality good enough? Because I was a little worried.
What do you want? I told you I want my identity back...
...you two-faced f*gg*t.
All right, where are you? Three o'clock. Where Queenan d*ed.
You keep your cell on.
Open the door.
Open... Didn't we already talk about this?
This is my job.
Freeze! Get your f*cking hands up! Hey!
Put the f*cking g*n down!
Put the g*n down, all right? I came here to talk some sense into you.
Hands! Just act professional.
I can get you your money. What did you say?
I can get you your money. You didn't come here to talk, all right?
You came here to get arrested. You got f*cking tapes? Of what?
Costello was my informant. I was a rat? f*ck you! Prove it.
He was working for me. He was my informant.
Shut your f*cking mouth. Come on, get up!
What is this, a citizen's arrest? Blow me, all right?
Only one of us is a cop here, Bill. You understand that, Bill?
No one knows you. Shut the f*ck up!
I'm a sergeant in the Massachusetts State Police. Who the f*ck are you?
I erased you! You erased me, huh?
Yeah, go ahead, sh**t a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens.
This b*llet would go right through your f*cking head!
Watch what happens! What, so you can get the parade, huh?
The bagpipes and bullshit? f*ck you! f*ck you, I'm f*cking arresting you!
That's the stupidest thing you could do. Shut the f*ck up!
I could give a f*ck if the charges don't stick.
I'm still f*cking arresting you.
Get up.
Drop your w*apon and step away from Sergeant Sullivan.
I called you. You specifically. Look:
You know who I am. I'm not gonna sh**t. I told you to meet me downstairs.
Put your w*apon on the deck and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!
Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam!
sh**t this m*therf*cker! Would you f*cking sh**t!
Drop your w*apon. We'll discuss it. Look, he's Costello's rat, all right?
I got boxes of tapes! Evidence! Other documents proving it!
Maybe you do.
But right now I need you to drop the w*apon!
I have evidence cold-linking this prick to Costello, all right?
Would you sh**t this f*cking prick! You know who I am.
You know who I am. sh**t this f*cking prick.
I'm taking him downstairs now.
You know who I am.
Shut up.
I can't wait to see you explain this to a Suffolk County jury...
...you f*cking cocksucker.
This is gonna be f*cking fun.
Just f*cking k*ll me.
Just f*cking k*ll me.
I am k*lling you.
Did you think you were the only one he had on the inside?
Costello was gonna sell us to the FBI.
It's you and me now, you understand?
We gotta take care of each other, you understand?
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 sh*t...
...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 William Costigan for the Medal of Merit.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord. Ready?
And let perpetual light shine upon him. Fold.
May he rest in peace. Amen.
May his soul and the souls...
...of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
Detail. Half left. Face.
Prepare to fire.
Fire.
Prepare to fire. Fire.
Prepare to fire. Fire.
Detail. Half right. Face.
I'll catch up with you guys.
What about the baby?
Hi, pup.
Okay.
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