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But your brother and his Winter Hill boys,

they're still out there.

They must be doing something right. Right?

All right, John.

Let's call this what it is.

You're jerking me off under the table

- to get to Jimmy.

- Aw, Billy.

Jimmy's business is Jimmy's business.

It sure as hell ain't none of mine.

I got an edict to eradicate the Mafia.

And I know that Jimmy and Stephen Flemmi

are musclin' in on their numbers rackets

and their vending machines.

And I know that this

ain't sitting very well with Angiulo.

- I don't wanna hear this.

- You need to hear this, Billy.

Your brother

is wading in some very dark waters.

You know, we all need friends.

Even Jimmy.

Even you.

Nobody gets there on their own.

Ain't that right, Senator?

You know what, John?

It's good to see you

doing so well. Really, it is.

Give my regards to the boys at the Plaza.

Listen, you don't wanna

give that to Jimmy?

Fine. But just... Just tell him I said,

"Hello," and I'm back.

Oh, if Jimmy wants to get in touch,

he'll find you. Trust me.

You ought to come over to dinner sometime.

Mary and the kids would love to see you.

- Robert, how are things?

- How are you, Senator?

Good to see you.

Oh, there she is.

Agent Marianne.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Looks good. You're making progress.

Well, thank you, Agent Connolly.

- Did you save Boston yet?

- Mmm.

It's early, but I'm working on it.

Well, you better work hard,

because Hoover's expecting big things

from his favorite son.

- He won't be disappointed.

- Oh, is that so?

Hey, you little thief.

What're you doing? I know what you want.

Jimmy?

- Is that you?

- What's she looking for?

Good morning, Ma!

How was work?

It was long. I gotta get

some sleep, sweetheart.

- Oh.

- How we doin', huh?

All right, hey.

You still owe me $56.

What do you say?

- Oh... All right, one hand, huh? One hand.

- Ah, yeah, yeah.

And $56 is still a lot of money, Jimmy.

Oh, don't I know it.

You gonna cheat me again

or you gonna play straight?

Ah, look who's talkin'. Cheat.

Ah, Jimmy. Get the jacket off.

Here we go.

Gin.

Come on. Not again.

You not paying attention?

Can't you see I'm after hearts?

And you just keep feeding me hearts!

Billy, I'm getting creamed over here.

Better you than me, pal.

Did you learn nothing in prison?

Oh! All those hours and no one

taught you how to play gin.

Well, they didn't teach me

how to cheat against my mom.

Look, here's my cards. Count 'em out.

Hey, Ma, did you hear

old Mother Burke died

over on Baker Street?

No one found her for a couple of weeks.

That's right.

And when they broke down the door,

her cats had devoured

the best part of her.

That's... That's beautiful, Ma.

Who's hungry?

I'm out. I got creamed,

I'm going to take a nap.

Thanks for cheating, Ma.

See you later.

- Hey, Jimmy.

- Yeah.

Do you remember little John Connolly?

Yeah, why? What's up?

What's the matter?

He's an FBI agent now.

Just... He's come back home.

Connolly.

I'm on my way.

Hey, Jimmy.

It's good to see you.

The f***in' FBI, John?

You got two minutes.

All right, I'm gonna cut right to it.

I have it on very good authority

that Gennaro Angiulo is

planning to have you murdered.

Is that so?

And how does he plan to achieve that?

That's the kind of information

that my side gets.

And that's the kind of information

that we can provide.

John, do you know what I do to rats?

It ain't rattin', Jimmy. It's an alliance.

An alliance between

me and the f***in' FBI?

No, no, between you and me.

I can help you, Jimmy,

and you can help me.

Listen, the whole

f***ing game has changed.

And I'm not trying to

clean up Southie. F*** that!

I f***in' love this place.

I'm interested in the North End.

And taking down the f***in' wops.

I'm interested in the Mafia

and I bet you are too.

That's two minutes.

Just think about it, will you?

Hi.

Here she is, Miss America.

And don't we look beautiful today.

Where's my boy, sleeping upstairs?

- Yeah.

- Should I wake him up?

- No.

- You don't want me to wake him up?

- No!

- You sore at me?

Jimmy, don't wake him up.

I'll be sore if you wake him up.

I'm gonna go wake him up now.

- Don't wake him up.

- Wakin' him up.

Hey, buddy. Got a question for you.

What are you gonna do

with the rest of that?

Not drink it.

No, buddy, you gotta

drink every drop of that.

You know why?

That is pure vitamin C,

and it's freshly squeezed by your mommy,

which is, obviously,

makes it more special,

even magical-like.

It's true. Go on. Put it away.

Good boy.

So...

Do you feel like, maybe,

you want to tell me what...

What happened in school yesterday?

Oh, I remember. Something did happen.

Yeah? What happened?

Timmy. He's the kid who's

always trying to trip me.

And he stole my coloring

pencils off my desk

when my back was turned.

So I punched him in the face.

Good boy.

Jimmy.

Hey.

Let me ask you a question,

is that why you think you got in trouble?

'Cause you punched him in the face?

All right. I need you

to listen very carefully

to what I'm sayin' because

there are lessons again and again

throughout your whole life.

And you gotta learn

from these things, right?

Here's the deal.

You did not get in trouble

because you punched

this sneaky brat in the face, not at all.

You got in trouble

because you punched

this sneaky little brat in the face

in front of other people.

Jimmy?

I really don't think

that that's the right thing

to be teaching your kid.

No, that's absolutely what

I should be tellin' him, babe.

So, the lesson you gotta learn is this,

it's not what you do,

it's when and where you do it.

And who you do it to or with.

Huh? You follow?

Yes, I follow. Punch people

when no one's looking.

That's exactly right.

If nobody sees it,

it didn't happen.

Well, look what crawled out of the gutter.

Good afternoon, Officer Flynn.

What happened? I must

have been doing 30 in a 25.

Gonna lock me up for life or somethin'?

Hey, why don't you do

your f***ing job instead of

trying to jerk off on us,

you pathetic f***in' stiff?

Quiet, Tommy. Tommy!

I'm doing my f***in' job.

I'm sure the officer

didn't stop us by accident.

You wouldn't happen to be

carrying a message now, would you?

In fact, lam.

Gerry Angiulo sends his regards.

Says he doesn't like finding

his boys beat to a pulp

and left for dead in empty parking lots.

He also said he's confident

you ain't gonna cause him

any more troubles,

'cause if you do,

it's only gonna cause

much worse troubles for you.

Listen, motherf***er.

You think 'cause you're

wearing a f***ing uniform,

you can do what you want?

Go f*** yourself!

- Settle down, f***ing rummy!

- F*** you!

Tommy, close the f***ing door.

I gotta tell you something, Officer Flynn.

It's a sad day when a native son

takes up with his oppressor.

There's a word for that

back home, you know.

Penalty's death.

You threatenin' me, Bulger?

The last thing I would do

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