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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.

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. Costello.

I wanna tell you, at least two of these gents have machine guns.

He’s from the Chinese government. He’s just scared shitless.

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, tell 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 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 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 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 fucking 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 fucking hard-on!

You fucked this whole thing up!

What the fuck did you do, you cocksucker?

Let go of me!

I’m gonna rip your fucking arm off and shove it up your fucking ass!

Why don’t we meet up, sweetheart?

Let me buy you an ice cream.

I’m getting on a plane unless you put Queenan on phone.

Queenan had a funeral to go to, okay?

This is my shift. Just calm down.

Why shouldn’t I get on a fucking 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, all right?

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, all right?

That’s what we do first.

We narrow it down.

Where the fuck is Queenan, huh?

He’s not here, all right?

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 have you been with this guy?

My boyfriend?

Yeah.

Well, four months.

Four Months.

Almost 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 shit.

Yeah?

So why do you make as much as a guidance counselor?

Because I believe in public service.

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 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 that shrink cunt that answered the phone?

Remember I told you that we were gonna…

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?

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?

Frank, I got no access to Queenan’s undercover files.

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?

All right, 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, you get me information on the people with you last night.

Your crew.

Get me social-security numbers, get me full names.

Get you?

Give you?

Who the fuck 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 just get me that information, what I can do is…

I can just…

We’re gonna handle it.

I can handle it.

Calm down, or you’ll 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 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 fucking smirk right 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?

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 fuck do you do, you pay guineas in Providence?

Fucking now I do!

What the fuck do you do?

What? I gotta pay Costello for him to trade me to the FBI?

Because that’s what he does.

FBI?

What the fuck you talking 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 limited brain of yours, I am not gonna hurt you, all right?

Just tell me what you just fucking said.

Forget it.

I’m high. I’m fucking high.

I must be high.

I’d never say what you thought I said.

Fuck!

Now, what the fuck did you just fucking 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 fucking hurts!

It fucking 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 fucking 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.