Black Mass

1

Before we start,

I want you to know something.

I'm not a rat.

You understand?

I want that on record before we start.

Okay. You are not a rat.

And it's on record.

Mr. Weeks, the charges against you,

racketeering, extortion, kidnapping,

and accomplice to murder,

are very serious.

Am I correct in stating that

you are here today

to make a deal

with the federal government?

Correct.

And am I correct in stating

that you are going from

trusted confidant to one of

South Boston's most notorious

and violent gangsters

to government witness?

Correct.

Then I need to know everything you know

about the Winter Hill Gang,

the FBI and John Connolly,

and specifically,

what you know about your former boss

and now fugitive, James "Whitey" Bulger.

Well, let's start.

It'll be a good time tonight. We gotta...

Sorry, buddy. I can't let you in.

Yeah. That's cool, man.

I'm friends with Jimmy.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You're with Jimmy?

- Yeah.

Well, I still can't let you in.

Who the f*** are you?

The guy who works here.

You probably don't remember this,

but you were here last Saturday night

with a few of your friends,

around 2:
00 or 3:00 in the morning.

You took a piss up against the bar.

And that's frowned upon here.

But if you go down to Brannigan's,

just right down there,

they'll let you take a sh*t

in the middle of the floor,

if that's what you wanna do.

But you can't... You can't do it here.

All right. Yeah.

- Okay?

- Oh, yeah, we'll go.

Hey, look. No hard feelings, okay?

F*** out of my f***ing way,

you f***in' retard.

Whoa!

Tough guy wants to dance.

Come on! Step the f***...

She's all fired up,

she knows he's over

at the Bulldog, running his mouth again.

She go over there

and she got a little fork

in her pocket, you know?

She walk right in there,

tap him on the shoulder,

take his f***in' eye out,

right there, in front of everybody.

And Connors was f***in' in there.

He couldn't even look.

He had to look away.

"MARTORANO". Connors ain't no tough guy.

DeNucci whipped his ass in '59.

'Course he did,

he's a professional fighter.

Yeah, so is Connors.

Connors's a tough kid, but, you know,

Joe DeNucci's the real thing,

is all I'm saying.

Well, I'm saying that Connors

didn't want no part of this broad.

Hey, you know something?

MARTORANO What?

For 15 straight minutes,

I been watching you

putting your big fat f***in' fingers

into your disgusting mouth,

which is filled with God knows

what kind of f***in' bacteria,

and then you take the same

big fat f***in' filthy fingers

and you stuff 'em back into the bowl

that is there for public consumption.

Now what the f*** are you thinkin', John?

Well, I wasn't thinking, Jimmy.

I'm sorry.

Just don't do it again.

"BARMAN". Jimmy.

Uh, sorry to bother you.

We got trouble outside.

F***!

Ronald, hold him up straight!

"MAN". Put him up against the car!

Get him up! Get him up!

Put a stop to it.

Charlie! Charlie,

he's a f***ing kid, Charlie.

- Charlie!

- Come on.

The f***! He's f***ing dead!

Charlie. Come here.

- What the f***, Jimmy?

- Shut up.

- Where're you going?

- You're f***in' dead, you...

Did I f***in' tell you to shut up?

You listen to me. I won't say it twice.

- Get in the f***in' bar.

- Come on, pretty boy.

A**hole!

Hey, you know,

Charlie, the guy you was just beatin' on?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's Charlie McTiernan.

He's married to one of Jimmy's cousins.

How the f*** am I supposed to know that?

I don't know.

Good luck, kid.

Get in the f***in' car.

No, no, no, no, no. You drive.

Are we meetin' Carmelo out here?

What the f***, Jimmy?

What are we doin' here?

- I mean...

- Kill the engine.

Jimmy, look, I'm sorry.

I was doing my job.

Shut the f*** up.

Ah! Sh*t!

All right, that's enough.

You got something I like, kid.

It's Kevin, right?

Meet Joey Anguilo.

"WEEKS". And just f***ing like that,

I was Winter Hill.

And that was a big deal to me.

What'd you do?

"WEEKS". The everyday, smalltime stuff,

the rackets,

driving around making pickups,

checking on our vending machines,

you know.

And listenin' to Mickey bullshit.

So, this guy at the Libra Lounge

in Revere over there is tellin' me

that the porn stars in California,

they eat a lot of celery

before they gonna perform, you know?

Wait. Whoa. Stop for a second.

That's old Mrs. Cody.

Mickey, you remember old Mrs. Cody?

'Course I do.

Going strong. Look at her.

Pardon me, Mrs. Cody,

but I think I smell

a little shepherd's pie

sneaking out of that

bag there. Am I right?

As I live and breathe, it's Jimmy!

It is.

When did you get out of Alcatraz?

Oh. Ah, that's nearly

10 years ago now, Mrs. Cody.

- Oh.

- More than a minute.

Well, it's wonderful to have you back

in the neighborhood, son.

You remember Mickey, don't you?

Hello, there. How are you, sweetheart?

- Good to see you.

- Lt's nice to see you.

You know this kid, Kevin?

Your paperboy, right?

- I grew up a little bit, huh?

- Kevin, yes. Good to see you.

Make sure everything gets

put away nice, you know.

She got everything she needs, huh?

The truth of the matter is,

a lot of people in Southie loved Jimmy.

And you'd include

John Connolly in that group?

"WEEKS". Well, especially John Connolly.

I mean, he grew up in the projects

a few doors down

from the Bulger brothers.

And he was tight with Billy,

but like every other

kid in the neighborhood,

he was in awe of Jimmy.

The story goes, when he was growing up,

Connolly was taking

a beating from some guys

and Jimmy stepped in

and saved his ass, I guess.

We've now come home to focus

on this office's top priority,

which is really the North End

of the Italian Mafia,

led by Gennaro Angiulo.

He's a hell of a cop,

he's a straight shooter,

and well, we're damn lucky

to have him. Welcome, John.

"WEEKS". You know, Southie kids,

we went straight from playing

cops and robbers on the playground

to doing it for real in the streets.

And just like on the playground,

it wasn't always easy to tell who's who.

There he is.

Oh, John!

- How are you?

- Very good.

If I'm buying anyone,

- I'm buying Gary Carter.

- Gary Carter.

That kid is a star in the making.

Which is why it'll never happen.

Not in a million f***in' years.

You know why?

- Because it's the Sox.

- Lt's the Sox.

So, seriously, what do I call you now?

I mean, is it Billy?

Or I gotta call you Senator?

Oh, come on. I'm the one drooling here.

Mr. FBI Hero.

How's the wife? How's Marianne?

Great. Can't complain.

Okay, look at you. Look at you.

I haven't forgotten where we came from.

"Don't you ever do that again."

"I don't want to see you

throw the first punch,"

"throw the first two punches!"

Oh, man. Yeah, I gotta get

down to the Old Harbor.

You ought to, John.

Ma would love to see you.

How's, uh, how's your brother?

- How is Jimmy?

- Jimmy's Jimmy. You know?

Why do you ask?

Well, it's no secret that.

Southie's been a war zone lately.

What, with 60, 70 slayings?

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