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Driver's name is Arthur Shea, former Medford police officer, 57 years old.

As soon as his partner leaves with a coal bag, he cracks a herald and he

look up until the guy gets back.

Marty McGuire, Cummins Armored Courier, 5 '10", 220, 52 years old.

Picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 8 .12, makes $110 a day, carries

a Cigna.

And he's about to get robbed.

We're fucked if we see a helicopter. We're fucked if we see SWAT. We see a

cruiser, stop, take out the engine blocks, keep moving. No one needs to get

hurt. These guards like to test you, though.

They want to get hurt for $10 an hour, don't get in the way.

You! Away from the computer!

Give me the fucking game! Back up, back up! Go, go!

Get your fucking ass on the ground!

Get your fucking ass on the ground! Go, go, go, go!

I need everybody's BlackBerrys! Come on, sign your BlackBerrys up front!

BlackBerrys to the front!

Sign your fucking phones up!

Don't lie to us. Day 16.

Listen, it's not your money. You understand?

Don't lie to us again.

Get in the corner.

You too, brother, man.

dress code. Open it for me.

I'm sorry.

Don't stop.

This guy a fucking friend of yours?

It's gone!

Fuck!

Yeah, well...

First door!

Hello! First door!

Hey, are you guys open?

We gotta go.

Let's go!

Hold it.

Silent alarm. This address.

Who did it?

Look, nobody did anything.

What? Huh?

What'd you say? Nobody did anything.

You pulled the alarm?

No. No. Did you? I didn't pull any alarm. You're leaving, you motherfucker!

That's enough.

All right?

Fuck!

Fucker! We're out the door, you fuck!

Let's go!

Where's your purse?

Fuckin' Nick!

The cops get us well -drained, we're gonna need her.

Get down.

Go.

Half the day, Boulevard.

You're gonna be okay.

No one's going to hurt you.

What's up?

Who's for the city work, man?

It still hasn't been reported stolen.

I've been too busy working.

Use the van to screen the door.

Bleach the entire place for DNA.

Kills all the clothing fibers so we can't get a match.

Silent bell came from cage number two.

Assistant managers had bet Israel.

Our guys waited for the time lock to expire.

Then they had the manager open sesame.

Under duress?

I don't know.

10 -foot steel safe.

Only as strong as he had with the key.

Found the dye packs in the tracer.

Found the van.

Torched. How is it?

What do you think?

Where's Jim?

He stopped on the way down. He had to light a couple of house fires, stick up

liquor store, maybe. I don't know.

Are we taking hostages now?

No, we're not taking hostages now.

You gonna talk to this fucking asshole?

Hey,

speak of the fucking devil.

You made it.

Take the scenic route? Got a problem. What?

Oh, look.

So what?

What's the matter? Let me see that thing.

Oh, shit.

See the fucking address on there? Bitch lives four blocks away from here. Yeah,

I know where we are. Fuck!

We gonna see this bitch on the street every day? She didn't say anything.

Jesus, you sure?

Taking her for a ride didn't help. Yeah.

Fuck. All right.

I'm gonna handle it. How the fuck you gonna handle this? I'm gonna stalk her

like a fucking acorn. We'll find out.

Find out what? If she needs to get scared.

She's already scared. I'm even not scared enough.

Miss Kesey, special agent out of the Corollary of Violent Crimes and Robbery.

Derek here is going to take some elimination prints.

I see you've given a preliminary statement. I want to talk to you about

abduction. Okay.

I understand they threatened you.

Mm -hmm.

One of them took my license.

Did you try to escape at any point?

No.

Is there anything you can identify about these men? Anything you've testified

to? I didn't try to escape because they had guns.

I understand.

Then they just let you go?

Yeah, they just let me go.

Should I have a lawyer here?

This is a very civil libertarian thing for me to say, but anyone who lawyers up

is guilty.

I think you're all right.

When someone endures an experience like this, there are very often residual

effects.

It's going to be okay.

Did it say anything?

If you talk to the FBI, we will come to your house and fuck you and kill you.

Are you going to take care of it?

I'll do it.

Why are you going to do it? Because you're the reason we're having this

conversation. Yeah, but I'm going to get it done.

What are you going to get done, huh?

You're gonna get picked up for intimidating a witness. You walk within

feet of her that ten years, okay? You got two strikes against you already,

they're gonna bury you in the fucking jail.

All right.

How much money's in the sack?

We got 90 a pot.

Minus what I had to shave off from the florist.

Good job.

What happened with the assistant manager?

Uh, yeah. Well, next time Skeletor comes in the bank with an AK, I think he's

gonna think twice about hitting that alarm, and he just got tuned up.

How you doing?

All right.

Fergie, kid's here.

Hey, Fergie.

Well, time to go on, son. All right.

You're on that end of the thing, all right?

All right.

Good to

see

you.

Take it easy, man.

Where are they? What are they doing right now?

They got the money, now they have to clean it.

Casinos.

Tracks. If they make a big drug buy, flip it across town.

They want to go celebrate, right?

BPD, DEA, I want tips, names, witnesses, anything.

We're going to knock on some doors, see who wants to help us out.

Any questions? No?

Great. Let's go.

Fucking ISIS kid.

I'm trying to tell these motherfuckers about your father.

The feds will never understand a guy who's faced with 40 years.

They give him the opportunity to walk scot -free if he gives up his friends.

He tells them, suck a dick. Give me the 40. I can suck a dick.

Hey, where's the Big Mac?

Well, it's time like a man. That's right. I just threw a shot. I threw a

I threw a shot.

I gotta get a tonic. All right. Give me an umbrella for my beer. Let me get a

Shirley Temple. I want an extra cherry, please.

More fucking silver better.

Thanks.

Juice?

Yeah, juice.

You want some snappers? Hey, don't fucking... What are you doing?

I'm just playing.

That's right.

How'd you go in a fight, Chris?

Do I look like I got in a fight?

I don't know. Who's pity to pull your hoop up?

Oh, that's right.

Fucking Somalians started talking shit when I was with my daughter.

You were with Shane?

All these three yuppies down here, they think there's no more serious white

people in Charlestown.

So they can fucking talk shit?

No.

Well, do you miss it?

Fucking coke and oxy and all that shit? No, I miss it.

We smoked it to the filter, right?

You know what I mean?

I'm grateful to be here today.

Growing up in Charlestown in, you know, a small -knit community, we took care of

each other and we were protected.

My friends were really like my family. A lot of things I've done when I'm out

there, you know, I don't know. I don't know where I learned these things.

Seven years went by and I'd watch Christmas, birthdays.

I didn't know what my son looked like. Make a fast buck that we had to. That

progressed into getting arrested.

And the struggle that you have within yourself. The loss.

You know what I mean?

The disappointment in yourself, the anger that turns into disappointment,

despair. It's like the guy sitting in the bar and the priest walks in, pulls

a chair, the guy says, hey, wait a minute.

He says, I hate to tell you this, don't waste your time, but I happen to know

there's no God.

The priest says, yeah, how's that?

The guy says, I was an explorer in the North Pole.

I got caught in a blinding storm once, freezing. I was blind to freezing death,

and I prayed that there's a God to save me now.

Now God didn't come.

He says, you know, how's that? I said, you're alive.

You must have saved me. He said, no, God never showed up.

An Eskimo came along, took me back to his camp and saved me.

That's Janice.

She's my wife, and she's sitting right there.

She's my Eskimo.

there you go

Excuse me.

Are you doing laundry?

Mom? Just wondered if you had any change. The machine is out.

Can't help you. Sorry.

Okay.

I can just hang them up when I get home.

I'm fine. I'm just... You sure?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Thank you. I'm fine. Yeah. It was embarrassing.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Do you need help?

I'm just having a bad week.

I like to have a good cry at the nail salon.

It's open right up to the ladies.

They're very understanding.

But, you know, you like the laundromat, so that's fine.

Hey.

Why don't you let me buy you a drink?

Make up for letting you down with the quarters. I'll, uh, you know, see if we

can turn your week around.

What's the worst that could happen?

FBI, open the door! Open the door!

Oxy, guns.

It's like townie Christmas.

Minimum federal sentencing.

Ten years.

You're gonna need a friend.

And she ain't it.

Great girl, though.

She really loves you, I can tell.

Good news for you is that you have an alibi for the Cambridge job. The good

for me...

I bet you know something about it.

Everyone does trucks.

These guys beat the alarm for the vault.

Yeah? That's what I heard. The kid, he gets into the junction box.

There she is.

Hey. Sad?

Yeah.

I should have come get you a door for you, huh? What kind of a guy let you

your own door like that?

What?

I have to get something out there. Otherwise, I'll be pretending to listen

you all night when really I'm thinking about something else.

Okay.

A few days ago, my bank was robbed.

Four men took it over and opened the safe.

They took me as a hostage.

They blindfolded me and drove me around.

And then they stopped and let me out over the beach.

And one of the guys told me to walk until I felt the water on my toes.

It was the longest walk of my life. I kept thinking I'd step off a cliff.

And then I felt the water.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Anyway,

the FBI guy told me I would feel like I was in mourning.

FBI?

You're working with the FBI?

Mm -hmm.

What does that mean?

The guy comes by, checks in on you, gives you a call, that kind of thing?

Pretty much.

They don't have any suspects, any clues, any leads, anything like that.

I don't know. Not that they've told me.

He intimated that they were scouring Charlestown, but... They were wearing

masks, so... Shit.

I'm sure I'd recognize their voices if I heard them again.

I know.

Might be harder than you think.

So what do you do for work?

Boston Sand and Gravel. I break rocks.

Punch a ticket at the end of the day, slide down the back of a brontosaurus

Fred Flintstone, call it a night.

Hey, can I ask you something?

You sure can.

I volunteer at the Boys and Girls Club in Charlestown.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. And, well, mostly the kickball pitchers since they haven't been able to

afford any eyes for the rink. I know. It's embarrassing.

The city won't put any money into that place.

Yeah, I know. You know, some of the kids were calling me a...

A coonie?

It just means a yuppie. Someone who's not from Charlestown. Oh.

It's Bampox.

Hey, Jeff.

Oh, shit.

What up?

How you doing? All right.

Socks got rocks.

What's going on?

You check on that thing?

What?

Willation?

Yeah.

And?

Nothing.

We're all set.

There's no need to remove it from the equation.

What?

You heard me.

What are you, a trigger man now?

Just loose ends, kid.

You didn't get the fucking electric brought back over the child? No. Don't

goddamn panicky, all right? Hey, Doug?

No. I don't want to get back to work, that's all.

We're fine.

All right, all right. We're fine.

Okay. We're fine.

They obviously know how to work the box, but I like the way they zapped the

bippet to the D5 station.

How does one learn how to do that?

Get a job at Veracom.

Okay.

Thank you.

Let's subpoena work logs, employee records, start with everybody who lives

the town.

Got it.

I lied to the FBI.

What?

When the guy attacked David, I could see the back of his neck and he had a

tattoo.

Of what?

It was one of those sliding Irish tattoos.

I'm afraid if I report it, they'll make me testify.

What do you think I should do?

Tell the FBI.

If the guy's got a record, and I'm sure he does, they'll have his tattoos on

file.

They'll ring him up the next day.

Robbery, weapons, he'll get 30 years.

Of course, they'll worry someone's going to come looking for the witness.

The FBI will probably want to put you in WITSEC, you know, witness security.

You know, they'll probably put you somewhere like, you know, in Cleveland

Arizona, you know, somewhere safe.

Or you could wait.

You have a card.

As nothing says, you've got to play it right away.

You are the one who's vulnerable in this situation right now.

The FBI are just people like anyone else. They want to find the bad guys so

can go home and nuke their supper.

You have to look out for yourself, Claire.

Quit an expert?

Not really.

Just watch a lot of TV.

I watch a lot of CSI, so I'm a really big expert on all this. I know.

And Miami CSI and New York CSI.

All of them I watch.

You'll be well prepared.

And Bones.

Do we know each other well enough for me to say that this truck is a little

much?

It's my work truck. If you have problems with your Prius, I can always throw it

in the back.

How did you know I had a Prius?

I took a guess.

I mean, it just seems like a tuning car. Do you really have a Prius? Yeah.

Really? I had a Prius.

It got vandalized, of course.

What happened? Now I'm forced to walk a mile through the project.

There were these guys, and they started... What?

I'm not sure if it was the same guys who trashed my car, but... Guys what? They

started getting... You know, it started with yelling when I walked by, and then

it got really aggressive, and... What were they doing?

Once glass bottles started getting thrown, I started coming to terms with

being cool enough to walk through the projects.

They threw bottles at you?

I'm fine.

I just have to, you know, go the long way.

It's all... It doesn't matter.

No, Eric.

After a little bit of that, I guess.

You remember what they were fighting?

I need your help.

I can't tell you what it is. You can never ask me about it later, and we're

gonna hurt some people.

Which car are we gonna take?

Who is it? Open up.

Fuck! Oh,

shit, that hurts, huh?

Now you're throwing hands?

If you're still here in a week, we're coming back.

Let's go. We're done.

What'd you do?

I don't know what you're talking about. That's my brother right there.

What'd you do to get him so cranked up, huh? I don't know what the fuck you're

talking about.

You don't know?

No. How about now? Chill, chill, chill. Now do you know? Chill, chill. Hey,

don't fucking tell me to chill. That's enough. What'd you do?

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. No?

I don't know.

There goes Colin's doctor.

Hey, look at me.

See my face?

Don't do the cops, all right?

But just remember, I've seen those too.

I can't be up there killing me.

Doesn't it open? Yeah, it works for Veracom. I've never seen the inside of a

jail cell.

Most of these guys have got no show jobs. They take down a truck, the

goes, yeah, the guy we see yesterday shows us a forged time card. We can't

them games at Veracom because it's a public company.

If you don't show up, it's a recorded sick day. And Desi here, he's got some

interesting sick days.

Bank Foster, Cummins Armored, Arlington Branch, Cambridge Merchants.

So, do your parents still live in Charlestown?

No, my father finally made it out to the suburbs.

What about your mother?

I couldn't tell you. She left when I was six.

What happened?

She left.

The sound woke me up.

At first, I didn't know what it was.

It sounded like an animal that got trapped.

Never heard a man cry before.

Came downstairs in my underwear to see my father in the kitchen.

First thing I remember was the ashtray.

Must have been a hundred cigarettes.

Ash like a little mountain.

He stopped crying.

He was just sitting there watching TV on a little black and white, no sound.

I think he just didn't know what else to do.

He looked at me, standing there in the doorway in my underoos.

He said, your mother left.

She's not coming back.

Just like that.

Smoking cigarettes and eating a TV dinner at 6 in the morning.

We lost our dog the year before and... I wanted to make

these posters.

In case my mother was lost.

Someone could call her.

Like the guy who found our dog.

To this day, my father will tell you he helped me make them posters, but he

didn't. He sat in the kitchen and drank a case of beer while I went out by

myself on School Street asking people if they'd seen my mother.

Her name was Doris.

My grandmother had a place, it's a restaurant, in Tangerine, Florida.

So I used to imagine maybe that's where she went.

Then I came to terms with the fact that it doesn't really matter.

Wherever she went, she had a good reason to leave here.

She didn't want to be my mother anymore.

And she... she wasn't coming back.

And now you know a little bit about my family, but I'm still not showing you my

apartment.

How bad can it be?

Oh, yeah.

Desmond Eldon. Systems Tech at Vericon.

22 years old.

Albert McGlone.

Only in Boston is a guy named Albert McGlone. Mr. McGlone.

Never met a car he couldn't boost.

Kind of talented individual that can start your Cherokee for you while you're

still looking for your keys.

James Coughlin.

Father was killed in prison. Mother died of HIV.

Shot Brendan Leahy by the cemetery behind Mishwan when he was 18.

Pleaded out.

When the judge asked him why he did it, he said, I didn't like the kid.

Served nine years for manslaughter.

These guys plan and execute with sophistication and discipline.

And that is not our boy Coughlin.

The architect is this guy, Coughlin's best friend, Doug McRae.

Lives in the same house, dated Coughlin's sister, who most likely mules

florist who used to employ McRae's father.

You need a fucking Venn diagram for these people.

Max Sr.

got life for the Nashua job, which most of you should remember.

Hijacked a bread truck up to New Hampshire. One of the guards saw his

they executed both of them with their own weapons.

Big Mac's legacy is now no A -car driver is allowed to leave the cab, even if

there's a gun to his partner's head.

Yeah, McCray did eight months easy for going over the counter at a Bay Bank

a nail gun after he washed out from pro hockey.

Pro hockey?

Yeah, it was a big deal for him. Then it got drafted, went to camp, and here's

the shocker. Decided to make a trouble, fighting with guys.

Don't they pay you to fight in hockey?

Not the guys on your own team.

McCray came home, got into the family business.

Same song, got into Oxycontin.

Hockey ship sailed with the narcotics.

Now, we're a long way away from a grand jury here, and we'll never get 24 -hour

surveillance unless one of these idiots converts to Islam.

So we build the case.

All right, let's get to work.

So I've been telling all my friends about you.

Oh, yeah? Yeah. All good, I hope.

Yeah.

They say they're overcome with jealousy.

They can't believe you're lucky.

Moved to Charlestown, hooked up with a rock -breaking townie.

No. I just think it's a rebound.

A rebound from what? The robbery?

I don't know.

I feel strange for them somehow.

Why? Why do you look like that?

My brother died on a day like this.

When was this?

He was little. He had lymphoma.

So now on really sunny days, I always think of someone dying.

That's wrong, isn't it?

No.

Sure you'd be glad you're thinking about it?

It's a good day.

I'm having a good time.

Good. And you'll miss me while I'm gone.

Money, bitch.

What the fuck you doing here?

Nothing. Nothing?

What's this?

Who are you here with? Huh? No one.

I'm myself. Let's get out of here.

You're telling me this is yours?

Yeah. Yeah? Fucking Hawaiian pizza?

Come on, sit down. There's a car to you. Let's hit the road.

I gotta go. Sit the fuck down. Just sit down.

Jim, Jim, I'm a friend of this loser's right here. Hey, well, sit down, sit

down, relax.

Right?

So, I saw your, uh, fuckin' Avalanche partner.

Come on, huh?

The Avalanche?

Truck. Fuckin' truck. His work truck right there.

Dougie's quite the worker.

Yeah. So, have you two known each other a long time, or...?

Since we're sick, we're like brothers, right?

But he's never mentioned water by you.

Secret's this one, though, huh?

Did you say your name was Jim or Jem?

Jem? Well, it's both, actually.

Teachers, when we're growing up, you know, they used to always say, hey, you

have this one. He's a real gem.

So I guess it kind of stuck.

So what do you do for yourself there, Claire?

Oh, I work at a bank. I'm a bank manager.

You're a bank manager.

Sounds fun. What bank?

Cambridge Merchants.

Just over there.

Cambridge Merchants.

Wait, that's the one that just got robbed, isn't it? Got robbed, yeah.

yeah, wow.

Yeah, I read about that.

That's crazy.

Huh. So then how is it that you two met?

Um, we met at a laundromat.

Love among the bleach, right?

Hey, it happens more than you think.

Hey,

Cliff, don't get too used to your life of leisure here.

Dougie here, he's a real workaholic, you know.

He's always taking his work home with him.

Thank you.

All right, brother.

Take care of yourself, all right?

You're good. I'll see you home.

Hey, it was nice to meet you.

You too.

I guess you haven't been telling all your friends about me.

Who you following, Jim?

Me or her?

Told you I made the avalanche.

You got nothing to worry about. It's all under control.

Oh, so you're trying to get us to hand up.

Yeah, I'm trying to get you jammed up.

Tell me you got to move here, Dougie.

Because the only way I see it is you got sprung like a goddamn bear trap on some

toonie pussy who happens to be the one goddamn person. The one person that can

give us the fucking feds.

Calm down.

All right?

Don't you think we need to be smart right now?

Smart? Yeah.

Let's start fucking all the witnesses.

Right? Yeah, I'm blowing these shit to the manager. Am I smart now?

Huh? And no, I didn't tell the other guys only because he flipped the fuck

And I want them fucking ready for the next thing.

I told you, the next fucking thing's not ready yet. Make it ready.

I don't like the gods on the next thing. All right?

One kid is like fucking G .I. Joe. He wears the vest on the outside, tucks his

pants into his fucking combat boots. The truck's fucking waist high.

We'll find another truck with a driver who's a fucking fat kid with his fucking

shit untucked who don't think he's special forces.

Yeah.

Hey, look, I know you're happy in Fuck City over there.

But I waited nine years in Walpole for you, motherfucker.

Just nine years, that's all.

I'm done waiting.

the last one. We're hitting pause after this.

We get pinched, remember whose idea this was, okay?

Be ready on Friday.

Steve? Steve McRae.

Well, right down there.

Yeah, right. Every time I come up here now, it's the red pajamas.

You still getting in trouble now?

Hey, you know how it is.

Can't take no shit.

You're getting a little old for that bullshit, though, aren't you?

Fucking Southie kids. They want to run everything.

Listen, you put a year together of good behaving, it's your point now. You get

classed out over there in Norfolk, Dad.

No one's going to bother you over there. Nobody fights.

You know what I mean? They got fucking Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Yeah, yeah.

Well, some things.

You got to deal with yourself, you know?

All right.

I'm thinking about taking a trip.

One dark for a minute.

Taking heat.

Making a change?

Yeah, don't tell me.

Making a change.

Either you got heat or you don't.

I heard a bread truck got dropped.

Oh, yeah? I didn't hear about it.

Okay.

You got five minutes.

Five minutes.

I guess there's something.

At least I don't see you again.

How come you never, uh... How come you never looked for her?

Look for who?

For Ma.

For my mother. How come you never look for her?

How come you never try to call nobody to look for her and ask around?

You know, when your mother left, you cried so hard you were thrown up.

All over the parlor.

So I told you, if you looked around, you might find her.

Well, Sid...

Give you an activity.

I didn't think you'd carry it like a fucking disease.

Oh, you want to think she was an angel?

Go ahead.

Well, look out your front door.

How many 22 -year -old girls are out there?

They're fucking around with kids they don't want.

And, you know, no sense in their heads.

And your mother wasn't no different.

That's the hard truth.

I made my peace with it and make yours.

I didn't look for her because there was nothing to find.

Look, I gotta die five times before I get out of here.

But I'll see you again.

This side or the other.

I saw your picture yesterday.

Are you sure it was me?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Oh, the Boys and Girls Club? Yeah, it was under a local hero's banner.

Yeah, I got a real low standard for who qualifies on that.

Apparently you were drafted.

Yeah, I was, uh, I was slow.

And I couldn't skate backwards.

You're supposed to be able to skate backwards in pro hockey.

But I could shoot.

I could hit anything with a hockey puck.

But I got drafted, and I just didn't do what it took to make the team.

And when I got a second chance, I blew that, too.

So they sent me home.

That was it.

I look at that picture, and I see a 20 -year -old kid who thinks he's, you

got it all figured out right before he's about to throw it all away.

Can we go into your room?

My uncle, the bus driver, lives right across the way, and he can see we're in

this apartment.

Yes.

They win the game at overtime.

Then you flip it over, and you go back to Fenway Park, and you get another

ending.

Where the fuck's the truck?

What happened to 845?

Say your prayers.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Don't move!

Get back!

Get back!

Get out of the way!

Any units in the air? Get to the 61 in progress.

The call went out!

Fuck.

Get out here, asshole. I got your friend.

All right, calm down. Put your gun away, all right? You're going to get hurt.

Put that fucking gun down now.

I got you, motherfucker.

You should have stayed in the truck.

Yo!

What the fuck just happened? God damn it, I fucking told you.

Shut the fuck up, all right? God damn it.

All right, guys, just take it easy, all right? Take it easy. Drive slow, drive

normal.

They must have been around the corner.

Fuck off.

Close the bridge.

What? Close the fucking bridge!

Go for the bridge!

That's how you drive a fucking car.

All the DNA in shop.

You print the inside of the van?

Probably the inside of the van at the volcano.

Just find something and make it look like something that looks like a print.

We don't have enough for a conviction. Fine.

But I need to get them in a room.

Because right now they are burning the money bands in some bullshit safe house.

All their alibis were paid for a week in advance.

We're not going to pull any DNA off of this or off the switch car. And that, as

they say, is that.

This is the not fucking around crew.

So find me something that looks like a print so I can grab one of these

and shake their tree because this not fucking around thing is about to go both

ways.

Corey, just read what's on the paper.

Corey, get on the ground before I pop your fucking teeth out.

Come on, read it. Read it all. There's about five things there.

Uh... What the fuck is it with you guys and Charles Kahn? Don't they teach you

how to read? Come on, let's go. There's things here. Read them.

This shit, it doesn't sound right. I'm not asking. It's not a choice. I'm not

asking you. I'm telling you.

I'm trying to make the shit sound fucking authentic.

You got it all fucked up.

Authent what?

Hey, Dougie, how are you?

Oh.

How you doing?

Local crime fighter.

What's happening, Gino?

I know your father.

Yeah.

Me too.

Got a few years left on his bid.

Yeah, one or two.

I hear they go after the old guy.

Split him off the back.

Fucking animals.

You'd think they'd go after a younger kid.

I don't know.

Making a statement, I guess.

Townie Cruz ain't what they used to be.

Dorchester.

Salty.

Looking to make a move.

Maybe you can change all that when you get up there.

Let me ask you a question.

What do you call a guy who grows up with a group of people and gets to know all

their intimate secrets, the stories of their lives, because they trust them,

then turns around and uses those secrets against them and puts those people in

prison?

You'd call him a rat, right? You know what I'd call him?

You know, the Dago.

Those people made you a part of that community.

What do they get for it?

Inside of the fucking can.

You know we lifted a print off the van, right?

Special Agent Farley.

Douglas McCray.

You and your boys didn't just roll a star market over in Malden for a box of

quarters.

No, you decided to bang it out on the north end at 9 o 'clock in the morning

with assault rifles.

You fucking dummies shot a guard.

Now you're like a half -off sailor big and tall. Every cop is in line.

Fortunately, though, for you, this guard, who is two -thirds to a retard,

miraculously clung to life. Now, if it were up to me, and they gave me two

minutes and a wet towel...

I would personally asphyxiate this half -wit so we could string you up on a

federal M1 and end this story with a bag on your head and a paralyzing agent

running through your veins.

This isn't fucking Tommy Hopscotch anymore, Doug.

But I did want to say one thing.

You're here today so I could personally tell you that you were going to die in

federal prison.

And so were all your friends.

No deal.

And when that day comes, when you start trying to be my hero collaborator so

hard that I have to slap you to shut up, and it will come, despite your

pitiable, misguided Irish omerta, when your code of silence

finally gives way to fear of trafficking in cigarettes to prevent sexual

enslavement, I just want you to know that it's going to be me who tells you

go fuck yourself.

Hey, next time you guys want to take pictures of me, just call ahead.

You know, we can do better than a barbecue, a calendar shoot.

You know, maybe topless, lubed up, whatever you guys are into.

FBI, counter antennas, a half -inch matte black, about three -quarters of

way down the rear windshield.

Stadia, pigtailed, BPD half and half.

Every peewee in the town knows what an FBI rear antenna looks like.

It's for the future.

You guys can try to be slick.

Be slicker than a six -year -old.

I gotta get back to work.

Can I go?

Good luck with that print.

Claire Kesey, please.

She's the manager.

Since when?

Just get the warrant.

Land, cell, email, fax, Skype, the whole fucking thing.

Why don't you tell me you quit your job at the bank?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me what's in the box?

Like this?

Mm -hmm.

Anybody, uh, call you or, uh...

Say anything to you or anything like that after?

No.

No? Well, what are you going to do?

You know what? I don't know.

I can teach,

volunteer full -time, and I have a little saved, so...

I told you I was going to quit my job, too.

Well, then I guess I'd have company.

We'd do it together.

Yeah. It's just a necklace, that's all.

Why don't we go away together, take a trip for a minute, you know, something

like that.

You know, just fun.

God. The right eye took me forever trying to pick it up. You know, with the

and... It's beautiful, baby.

As long as you didn't, you know, sell your truck.

Oh, yeah. Someone took over the payments.

You know, people get up every day, tell themselves they're going to change their

lives. They never do.

I'm going to change mine.

Why don't you do it with me?

Okay. Well, where would we go?

Come with me. I don't care. We can go wherever you want.

I mean, you know, there's things... There's a few things you still don't

about me.

What do you mean?

I just understand if you have some reservations, you know, between...

Kind of things people say about me and things I'm not proud of.

Leave a lot of room.

I know who you are.

You do?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Does that mean you want to go with me?

Yeah.

Let's start now.

Okay.

Raw.

What is it?

phone conversation between Claire Casey and a burner until about an hour ago.

See if you can recognize the voice.

Hey, can I come over? I want to talk to you.

Yeah. Where have you been?

Sorry, I got held up. I'm coming over from my place. Can you come down the

and let me in?

I didn't realize you left your job at the bank.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, last week.

I'm sorry, was I supposed to notify someone?

Fancy.

Yeah, it was a gift.

We have our stuff back.

I came by to share this with you.

James Coughlin.

Albert McGlone.

Desmond Eldon.

Part of a crew that we tied into a bank job at North End and at least three

other armored car robberies.

What's the matter?

You opened the safe for him.

He left you unharmed.

And now the two of you are carrying on a relationship about which you lied to

the FBI.

I was wrong.

You do need a lawyer.

Something wrong with the apartment?

No. Flores.

Flores what?

Came through.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Lodge, Dougie.

We're smoked.

Hunt us.

Look, pick up an extra guy.

All right? Or go with three guys.

Or fucking be smart and boot it.

So you're not going?

No.

Why is that?

Because we've got a ton of fucking heat on us, for one thing. We'll put a move

on them, right? We've done it a hundred times before.

You know what?

Forget it. Do what you want to do. I'm done. What?

I'm done.

You're done?

What does it sound like? I don't know. What's that? What's that mean?

What the fuck you think it means? What does that mean you're done? It sounds

like a bunch of fucking bullshit.

Let me put it to you this way. I'm putting this whole fucking town in my

view.

The people I can't let you walk away from.

What?

Who?

Come on.

Are you serious to me?

She's not my kid.

Did she tell you a what?

Cut it out.

All you give a fuck about is Coke and Xbox.

Now you're trying to play it off like you care about Shine? Come on now. You

know what your fucking problem is? What? You think you're better than people.

Uh -huh.

Mr. Fucking Clean and Mr. Fucking Goddamn Hiding Mighty, right? Yeah, I'm

than all these people. You're right. I'm better than anyone in this fucking

project. You grew up right here.

Same rules that I did.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You aren't letting me or not letting me do shit.

All right, here's a little fucking cheat sheet for you. It's never going to be

me and you and your sister and Shine fucking playing house up there. All

you got it? Get that in your fucking head.

I'm tired of your one -way fucking bullshit.

If you want to see me again, come down and visit me in Florida.

Go.

The 302 feds had me dropping Brendan right here.

I got him back up to the... The fucking guy ran a hundred yards with a ball in

his heart. The fucking guy shouldn't run track, you know what I'm saying?

Didn't ask you to do that.

Yeah, well, you didn't have to, Dougie. Come on.

They told me Brendan Leahy was coming down here to roll up on you with a Glock

21, so I came over here and I put him in the fucking ground.

They're nine years apart.

Now, you don't got to thank me, but you're not walking away.

I'm grateful for everything you've done for me.

Your family took me in when my father went away.

You're like a brother to me.

But I'm leaving.

You gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

But you're gonna have to shoot me in the back.

Don't get up.

How you doing, Perky?

Listen, I just wanted to stop by and tell you myself, whatever this thing is

got going on, I think my guys can handle it without me.

You know what I mean? I wouldn't hire them without you.

And I wouldn't hire you without them.

You're a unit.

Look, with all due respect, I didn't come here for a debate.

I'm not doing it. So, you know, work it out however you can. All right.

Calm down.

It goes against my better judgment, but... Just out of respect, let's move

things over.

Let's take this farm, all right?

Not gonna cut it.

Do you think I'm gonna put Joe Flipperhead on this?

You're gonna do what I ask.

Cut it, huh?

Okay.

Let me ask you something. Who the fuck do you think you are?

The only guy in Charlestown with a gun?

You guys run numbers and pump dope.

You're an old guy with a fucked -up face who don't know his glory years are

behind him. I ain't fucking working for you.

Got it?

You got a problem with that, I live at 551 Bunker Hill Street.

Stop by any time.

You know where to find me.

You're gonna do this for me, or I'm gonna clip your nuts.

Like I clip your daddies.

Don't talk about my father.

Son, I knew your daddy.

He worked for me for years.

Years. Then he wanted his own thing.

Pray the horses.

You know, they either gel the horse with a knife or with the chemicals.

When your daddy said no to me, I did him the chemical way.

Gave your mother a taste.

Put the hook into her.

Now she doped up good and proper.

Hung herself with a wire on Melneka.

And you, running around the neighborhood looking for her.

Your daddy didn't have the heart to tell his son that he was looking for a

suicide doper who was never coming home.

If there's a heaven, son,

she ain't in it.

Oh.

I hear you got a nice, sweet new girlfriend.

Lives on the park.

I don't want to send her a funeral arrangement to your house.

But I will if I have to.

Now I know where to find you.

Claire!

You okay?

Get out.

Hold on one second.

I have this on 911.

All right, you need to give me a chance to explain myself first, okay?

No, you had a chance.

Who talked to you?

The FBI, Doug.

You have to listen to me.

You have to let me explain this. You understand?

There's a lot going on here, Clay. You're going to fucking hell!

Fucking hell!

Easy now.

Why did you do this to me?

Claire, I'm sorry.

Okay? I was going to tell you. I came over here that night to tell you. And

what, the night you fucked me?

Is that your thing?

If you're not enough to terrorize someone, you have to fuck them too.

Listen to me. No, no.

Claire. Get out!

You never let me see you again.

Never. Never.

I'm in.

But if anything happens to her, if I think anything might happen to her, I'm

coming back here.

And I'm going to kill both of you in your own shop.

Hey, Claire.

I just want to talk to you for two minutes, okay?

Come on.

Claire, I would never hurt you.

I don't know what you would... Don't fucking touch me.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Just listen to me for a second, all right? I will never lie to you again.

Really? Yes, I promise you.

Ask me anything you want.

I'll tell you the truth. Claire, I won't believe you.

Yes, you will. Why? Because you'll fucking hate the answers.

You know I was the manager in the bank, right?

Yep. Were you following me?

Yes.

How many banks have you robbed?

Six trucks, two banks.

Have you ever killed anyone?

No.

Think about it.

All right?

I will never lie to you. I will never hurt you. And if I lose you, I will

that for the rest of my life.

Just wait for me.

You know,

it's fine.

I can see your daddy's face is in you.

All of you.

Reminds me I'm still in the ring.

Still taking the punches.

Still ahead on points.

Now, I have a fellow on the inside there.

He likes to play the ponies.

Has a gambling sickness.

He couldn't pick a horse to save his fucking life.

But courtesy of this sick man, I have this.

Hmm?

Well, gang's all here.

There's always a weak spot.

We just need to find it.

Cash is brought out and stacked 15 minutes before the van does the pickup.

That is when you hit.

On Monday morning, after a four -game stand with New York, 60 ,000 beers,

merchandise, total haul, three and a half million.

Taken down.

The Cathedral of Boston.

Thank you.

How long do you think it's going to take Rusty to dump the inside man when this

thing's over?

You should have picked better horses.

He's going to be a motherfucker, you know that, right?

Well, if we're easy, kid, everybody will do it.

Hey,

Bobby.

I

think

we're having a bit of a staring contest over there.

What can I say?

Boys like me?

They do.

What are you doing down there?

Slumming?

I work for the FBI.

Me too.

Well, you must be new.

You're all right.

Doesn't mean you can talk at all.

You gotta chase with the rod, but if you want the tail... My mom taught me that.

You used to hang around with Doug McCray a little bit, huh?

I didn't know Dougie.

We sort of worked together.

Ben and Grandpa?

You're a pretty decent judge of size.

Depends.

Size of what?

How big would you say that is?

Six inches?

Over or under?

Under. Wrong.

6 .14 inches, exactly.

I know everything there is to know about money.

Thickness? 0 .0043 inches.

Weight?

How about one gram?

Which is interesting, because that means that this $20 bill isn't even worth its

own weight in Oxy.

So how does it work?

Bartender gets a call.

You pick up a package at point A, deliver it to point B. The force gives

Waving this around in here.

Bad for you.

I want a lawyer.

Good. Get one.

I mean, it's all about protecting yourself, right?

Not even yourself.

Your daughter.

Don't talk about my daughter.

How long were you with McCray?

How many diamond necklaces did he give you?

All right, the tools are set.

I got a body armor.

You know, if this thing goes right, it could be your turn to step away, too.

Yeah, sure.

What am I gonna do, Dougie, huh? Go down to Margaritaville, drag you in half a

yard of far -fuckin' barstools?

Do me a favor.

The weight of this thing.

Pack a parachute, at least.

You know the funniest thing about being in prison?

Guys pretending that they want to get out.

I can't do any more time, Dougie.

So if we get jammed up, we'll hold them caught on the street.

What the fuck are you doing here, Chris?

I need to talk to you.

Not a great time, hon.

I know.

You know?

Okay. Well, what do you want?

There's some of you here.

I want to see you before you go.

Chris, you can do 30 years for walking in the door, okay?

Do you understand that for being here? You can't be bringing your kid in here.

You got it? You can't stay.

I don't want to stay. I want to go with you.

I want to change too. Why the fuck can't I change? I could be a different

person. Jesus Christ.

You tell me what you want me to do. I'll be whoever you want me to be.

I'm leaving with somebody else.

Why isn't she here then?

She's going away with you. Why isn't she here?

Is she? She's not here.

Such a trashy little fuck pad. Take it easy. After a Tiffany necklace, I

a room at the Ritz.

Huh?

What did you say?

Where did you hear that? Where did you hear about a necklace?

A little bit.

Fucking smarty. Who told you that? Answer me.

Who told you about it? You're getting the

fuck out of here. Let's go.

Come here, honey. Come here, sweetheart. I know. It's going to be okay. It's all

right. We're coming with you.

You're getting out of here. Dougie, we're fucking coming with you.

Time to go.

Okay? Here we go.

Time to go, sweetheart.

Okay?

I'm not leaving here.

I'm not fucking leaving here.

Hey, will you quit fucking doing that? You make me nervous.

Now, we got a DWI over here, one car.

Coughlin, Christina.

She's got a kid with her.

Mother's at Mass General. She wanted me to call you. All right, yeah.

I'll be right there.

There's the door and remember you never fucking saw me

Just six inches.

What happened?

You're a crime stopper. Figure it the fuck out.

Sweetheart, I know you have oxycodone, cocaine, and alcohol in your system.

I know that you have five cars registered in your name, and I know

your daughter is sitting in the back of a state van being driven by a stranger

to the Department of Social Services. So how long do you want to do this?

I'm a person, you know? Yeah.

You're a person who's going to need a plea agreement if you ever want to see

your kid again.

Why is it always I'm the one who's getting used?

What do you have?

No, just that, uh... Dougie's going away after.

Wait, what? After? After what?

I need you to be smart here.

This could be a big moment for Shine.

Make a huge difference in her life.

All set.

Okay, go ahead.

Who called 911?

Did you guys call 911?

No one from here called.

No, we didn't. It wasn't us. We got a 911 call.

Robbery, guys. Come on.

Is that a robbery?

Yeah, a call saying you're being held up.

All right, let me call Mike.

We just walked past, Mike. He let us in.

Hey, look, guys, we got a distress call, all right? So who made the call? Nobody

called from here.

So no one called. What are we doing here?

Hold on, where's Mike?

I just told you where Mike was.

Boy, see, all right?

Listen, listen, you fucking smartass. For our safety, for everyone's safety

here, we need to see your IDs, all right? Guys, guys, hold up. We've been

all morning. Take it easy. My partner asked for your ID, all right? We don't

know you.

So we identify all the parties involved here. We're going to need some IDs, and

we're going to need to see everyone on the ground right now. Whoa, hold up,

up. Hey, hey, relax.

Hey, Ted.

Get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get on the fucking ground.

Hands behind your back.

Face down.

Behind your back.

Come on.

Hands behind your back. Hands behind your back. Go.

Go. Take it easy. In

the

cash room.

Arnold Washington. You live at 311 Hazel Street in Quincy with a wife named

Linda and three small dogs. Do not make a distress call.

Also in the cash room.

Morton Clement.

You live at 27 Counting Lane, Randolph.

Wife, also Linda.

Look, the Lindas want you to open this door.

We have men outside your homes.

Get the kid out of here.

They got friends of the guys at Walpole. They'll make their lives rip -ass hell.

Don't you worry about it, old -timer.

No one's going to prison.

at least from the fan base, when the Red Sox win. When the Red Sox win in extra

innings and everybody can go home happy and they're singing Dirty Water.

That's a motherfucker who robbed the Red Sox like this was Jack Clark.

I looked around the block. No cars, no vans around, nothing.

Maybe we're too early.

Too late. Guys, let's go. I want the street clear. Come on, get these people

of here. Let's go.

Sir, we've been trying to hail the security for the cash flow. We're not

a response.

That's us inside.

They look like EMTs.

I count four.

Maybe one down.

Go.

Get the fuck out of here!

There's a million fucking cops out there!

You're looking for fucking cops.

I'm going to roll out the front.

The two of you beat it out the side in the fucking cop uniforms.

The whole fucking force is on me.

You know I can take a pinch.

Don't worry about it. Only give me your first name.

See you in Florida, kid.

See you when you get back.

All right, guys, let's back up. Hey,

hey, you VPD need to fuck off.

What are you doing? It's an FBI crime scene.

Put your fucking hand up to me. Go.

Walk away. It's my kill.

I don't know if we're dealing with some high level of fucking genius here with

security, but security's saying they got hit by cops.

Cops? Yeah, two cops, they said.

Okay. Officer, can you hold up a minute?

Visual on Coughlin heading south toward Boylston.

Hotel parking lot on Van Ness. Dressed as BPD.

Officer.

Offlin.

Rusty, something went wrong.

Come here.

Fergie!

I came in hot, saw the suspect running across the street with a Tech 9.

I lit up the tires, I jumped out of the cruiser, engaged the suspect, and I was

gunned to fire.

It's a force.

Bobby, Bobby, what happened?

Somebody got Fergie.

Jesus Christ, that's gotta be McCray.

Can you come here?

You want me to come where you are now?

Mm -hmm.

I don't think that's a good idea for me.

Why?

What if there are police there?

Well, if you think I should probably come by then, I guess that's what I'll

Yeah.

Okay.

Claire, listen, I'm... Listen, listen to me.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

I'll see you.

Doug? Doug?

I want you to come. I really want to see you.

It'll be just like one of my sunny days.

Well, uh... I'm on my way, then.

Bye.

Goodbye, Quentin.

All right, all right. I'd say we've done our part here, huh? You know what?

Not now.

I know he says he's coming, but I want people at Logan, South Station,

Greyhound, Subway, everything, now.

City's coming.

Good.

Sir, we need you to stay off the street. Going to work. No problem.

How

long?

40 minutes.

Alleyway clear? Yes, sir.

My sunny days.

You know, Claire, we are a national organization.

All right, boys, let's pack it up.

He ain't coming.

Let's get the description out. Let's go.

We know what he looks like.

Let's go find him.

You good?

Hey, best possible outcome, you know.

Well done.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Claire, take this.

You'll do better with it than I can.

By the time you read this, I'll be long gone.

Not the way I planned it, but for the first time in my life, I'm leaving this

city.

Maybe if I go,

I can stop looking.

No matter how much you change, you still have to pay the price for the things

you've done.

So I got a long road.

But I know I'll see you again.

This side or the other.

Been so long since I seen your face.

Felt a part of this human race.

I've been living out of this hair suitcase for way too long.

Man needs something he can hold on to.

Nine pound hammer or a woman like you.

Either one of them things.

Jolie, I ain't about to go straight.

It's too late.

I found myself face down in the ditch.

Booze in my hair, blood on my lips.

Picture you holding a picture of me in the park.

Still don't know what love means.

Still don't know what love means.

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream.

Sold my coat when I hit spokane.

Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain.

Lately my hands, they don't feel like mine.

My eyes been stung with dust and blind.

Held you in my arms one time.

Jolie, I ain't about to go straight.

It's too late.

I found myself face down in the ditch, oozing my hair

and blood on my lips. A picture of you holding a picture of me in the

pocket of my...

Still don't know what love means.

Still don't know what love means.