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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 gun 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 fucking tuba, I’ll get you something out of it.”

I tell you, Mr. Costello…

…I’d like to squeeze some fucking 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 war with the Chinese in 20-odd years…

…and Costello is selling them military 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 attack in jail…

…and then he got himself knifed at Boston City Hospital.

I believe it’s been in the papers.

You seem quite happy with that result.

It’s a fucking result.

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 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 fucking 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 fucking cigarettes!

Hey.

That’s Jimmy Bags.

• He was rea… I don’t know. - What the fuck 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, fuck. - Don’t worry about it.

The guy don’t need any fucking teeth anyway.

It’s a small surveillance subunit, but it’s mine.

I didn’t take this job to fuck up or let anyone else fuck up.

I handpicked this group. You’re my A team. Now, our prim…

Hi, Captain.

This crazy fuck…

• …knocked Jimmy Bags’ teeth out. - So?

• He was… - He was reaching for his cigarettes.

You’re gonna give me shit? 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 kill 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 kill my entire fucking family if he saw me here with you.

And I think about this.

So what the fuck are we talking about here?

Did you ever think about going back to school?

School?

With all due respect, Mr. Costello…

…school is out.

Maybe someday you’ll wake the fuck 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 fucking camera off.

Give it to me. He doesn’t know what the fucking 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.