Black Mass Page #3

if I was planning to harm you

is to warn you in advance, you dumb f***.

You better watch yourself, Bulger.

You better f*** yourself, Flynn.

F*** you, you project rat.

And f*** you, you rummy.

I never trusted Flynn.

He's a f***ing prick.

"LEONARD". Take it easy, will you?

Even as kids,

he was a f***in' prick.

- A f***in' prick.

- Please, calm down.

Swear to God,

I'm gonna f***in' kill him.

I'll f***ing kill that Flynn.

Take it easy, will you? Come on.

Cock-sucking,

turncoat motherf***er.

He's f***ing dead!

You're not f***in'

killing anybody, Tommy,

and you ain't killing a cop any time.

You hear me?

F*** you, Whitey.

Oh, Jesus. Tommy...

- Go f*** yourself.

- Tommy, come on. Enough.

Huh?

- F*** you.

- Take it easy.

Take it easy, come on.

You want to take a shot, Tommy?

Enough. Enough.

Take your shot.

But make it your f***ing best,

'cause I get up, I eat you.

- Sit down. Sit down.

- Let's go. Come on.

Sit down. Relax. Jimmy,

he's sh*t-faced. I'll deal with him.

- You f***in' better.

- Don't even worry about it.

What, you think I look f***ing worried?

Sit down. Please, sit down.

Jesus Christ,

he's f***in' retarded.

"TOMMY". Jack O!

Give me another one, huh?

Hey, Tommy.

Yeah?

You watch yourself.

Mr. Martorano,

you are one of the most

feared men in Boston.

And well-known as the chief executioner

for the Winter Hill Gang.

Is that correct?

Yes.

You are also reputed to

have murdered some 20 people.

Would you say that is accurate?

That is accurate, yes.

Mr. Martorano, I want you to

be as specific as possible

in answering why the war

between the Angiulos

and Winter Hill escalated.

Simple. Territory.

Specifically South Boston?

Yes, Southie.

Angiulo wanted to control everything,

loan-sharking, vending machines,

all the rackets.

"OLSEN". And there were consequences.

Yeah. There was consequences.

What the f***?

Tommy.

Yeah.

Fellas.

We need you. We're looking for Suitcase.

Suitcase? The f*** did he do?

He set up Mickey.

F*** me.

Hang on a minute.

Hey, what's going on, Jimmy?

You guys looking for Suitcase?

I seen him up on Winter Hill

a few hours ago.

Need me to jump in?

Nah, we got it, Buddy.

What the f***

are you doing, Tommy?

It's a f***in' vest.

You got a problem with it?

Makes you look like a f*ggot.

We'll see who the f*ggot is

when it stops a couple

of f***in' bullets, huh?

Hey, Jimmy, about that bullshit

the other night at Triple O's, I was...

I was f***ing way outta line.

Forget about it, Tommy. You was drunk.

I know I was drunk,

but that ain't an excuse.

Should never have f***in' happened.

No, it should never have happened.

But that's the thing. That's...

I want you to listen to me.

- You need to keep an eye on it.

- Yeah.

Because, you know, the juice,

it'll sneak up and bite you on the ass

and you never know when,

you know what I mean?

Absolutely, absolutely.

And I... I worry about you, that's all.

I'll keep an eye on it,

I promise. I promise.

We good?

Yeah, we good.

Lots of good your vest did you today,

you f***ing prick.

Put him in the trunk.

Why'd they kill Tommy?

"WEEKS". I think Jim was convinced

that Tommy ratted out Mickey to Angiulo.

Either that or Tommy

raising a fist to Jimmy,

which is never a good idea.

"OLSEN". Where'd they bury him?

WEEKS". In Jim's favorite spot.

Right there under the bridge

in Neponset River.

He buried so many bodies in that shithole,

it became known

as the Bulger Burial Ground.

I don't know how you f***ers

didn't get it. I really don't.

I mean, in the beginning,

Jim was a small-town player

who really only mattered in Southie.

Don't get me wrong,

he was a tough motherf***er,

but smalltime.

And then, the next thing you know,

he's a goddamn kingpin.

You know why?

Because the FBI let it happen.

"CONNOLLY". This is John.

Connolly.

Jimmy.

This is potentially

the biggest opportunity

the Bureau will ever have had

in the history of the city of Boston,

and you need time to think about it?

Before you go flying

any further off the handle,

it might help to recall

that Whitey Bulger is an ex-convict.

- Yeah.

- And that his parole category is.

"Supervised Release Status,"

a designation that we would be

required to get withdrawn

or else we would be

in violation of Bureau regulations.

So? We withdraw or we violate.

What we don't do,

unless we're clinically insane,

is blow this chance!

And by the way,

it's "Jimmy," not "Whitey."

The only thing you're gonna get

by calling him Whitey is a f***ing smack.

Oh, is that so?

So I'm supposed to cater

to this f***er's whims?

If it brings you Angiulo, yes!

And what makes you so sure

that he's gonna be a reliable source?

Because in my experience,

every one of those Winter Hill pricks

is a double-crossing cocksucker.

I grew up with him in Southie.

Jimmy, his brother Billy, and me.

And that is a bond

that doesn't get broken.

I mean, if he gives me his word,

he will keep it.

So we're relying on the word of criminals.

Jimmy's no ordinary criminal.

McGUIRE:
Well, you're right about that.

"A vicious animal who

won't take no for an answer."

"Violent decisiveness

at any hint of betrayal."

Oh! "A ripened psychopath"

"determined to succeed above all else."

I got a lot of respect for you, Charles,

but I cannot f***ing believe

what I'm hearing.

Four Mafia murders in the North End

this month alone,

and we don't have

a legitimate case on any of them.

The Angiulos are out there laughing at us

like we're f***in' a bunch of clowns!

A bunch of clowns!

Come on, guys. If we're serious

about bringing down the Italians,

Jimmy is the only way.

What about these

LSD experiments in prison?

He can't be stable.

He did it for time off and money.

And it was a handful of times.

It was 50 times, John.

Just trust me when I tell you

he is a smart, stable motherf***er.

What do you think, Morris?

I think that we have more

to gain than to lose on this.

I think we go with John.

I think we bring Whitey,

uh, Jimmy, into the tent.

No drugs. No f***in' murder, Connolly.

You listen good,

'cause I'm only gonna say this once.

I will never hurt, or adversely affect

any of my friends or financial partners.

I do not consider this rattin'

or informin'.

This is business.

I couldn't have said it any better.

You're a liaison.

You pretty much do whatever you want.

And no one's gonna raise an eyebrow

so long as you're leadin' us

into some pretty big busts.

There's just one restriction on our side,

you can't kill anybody, Jimmy.

Kevin, did you know

that Whitey was an informant?

No, I didn't know.

I mean, he hated rats.

We f***in' buried rats,

especially our own.

I mean, I knew he had

his connections in the FBI.

I knew he had his sources.

But I figured he was playing them

like he did everybody else.

But obviously, he had a plan.

Where do you get the energy

for that sh*t, Jimmy?

Hey, Steve. Hang on a minute.

We've known each other

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