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Police have confirmed 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 believe it.

What can’t you believe?

I spent all fucking night dragging the poor bastard in there.

Tell me how they found him so fast.

Somebody walking a dog in three feet of mud?

What kind of fucking size of dog is that?

Must have been a big dog, man.

I spent all 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 fucking 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 very subtle from now on. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.

So get rid of them.

There’s no need for you to go yourself, Frank.

Get rid of the fucking tail!

All right.

Fucking rats. It’s wearing me thin.

Francis, it’s a nation of fucking rats.

Stop, stop. Pull them off Costello. There’s no need to surveil him.

What are you talking about?

I got it from an undercover.

He knows he’s being followed. So let’s just let the UC take him in.

What undercover?

Queenan’s guy.

He called when he found out Queenan’s died. I’m running him.

You’re running him?! You give him to me.

No, no, I can give you Costello’s destination.

You know where he’s going?

Yes. And what he’s doing.

So get rid of the tail, 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 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. You go ahead.

Move out! Go on!

Cocksuckers.

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 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 fucking, and no sons.

Fucking rat prick!