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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 kill 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 murder?”

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 fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else.

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 drugs, what the fuck are you doing? What 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 pussy anymore, either.

But I like it.

Point I’m making here is, Bill…

I got this rat, this gnawing, cheese-eating, fucking 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 fucking numbers.

Is there something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me?

Because I’ll give you the fucking answer, all right?

Frank, look at me. Look at me.

I’m not the fucking rat. Okay?

I’m not the fucking rat.

Start with you agree there is a rat.

You said there is one, 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 even be here.

Fuck yourself, you piece of shit.

I’m gonna need the identity of your undercovers.

Blow me, all right? Not literally, though. Unfortunately, there’s no promotion involved for you.

Fucking prick.

Hi, captain. - Look who’s here. The prom queen.

They are not happy with me. - What do you expect?

Everybody knows you’ve been assigned here to find 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…

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 police commissioner.