Black Mass Page #4

a long f***in' time, you know?

Can I trust you, Stevie?

- You know you can trust me.

- Good.

'Cause there's something

I want you to know.

I'm making a deal with the Feds.

An alliance.

- You're informing to the FBI?

- No.

There's informing,

and then there's informing.

Informing, you should be

f***ing chopped up

and put into a garbage bag, that's it.

Informing, you're the scum of the scum.

But it's not informing

when you're bringing down

the cocksuckers who deserve

to be brought down.

Like the f***ing Brits in the six counties

or the goddamn Dagos up in the North End.

It's a business opportunity.

Get the FBI to fight our wars

against our enemies,

while they protect us,

and we do whatever the f*** we wanna do.

All right, Jimmy.

There's a guy named John Connolly.

He's a Southie boy, we grew up together.

He's all right.

So, we're doing this?

Yeah, we're gonna do this.

Ho, ho, ho!

He's asleep, he's a little sick.

He's a little sick? Sick With what?

He's just got a fever.

He'll be fine in a few days.

It's probably just the flu.

Did you take him to the doctor?

No, he'll be okay.

Take him to the doctor

in the morning, would you?

It's only a little,

but it might get bigger

because the hose, you know, what it does

at this time of the year,

it's always leaking,

it's always bursting, that pipe.

You want me to get Tom to fix it?

Sure. It's nice of you, Billy, thank you.

No worries. No worries.

Marianne. How are you

settling into Southie?

How do you find it?

- I like it.

- Mmm.

It's taking a little

getting used to, but...

It's different.

Different how?

Um, I find it

a rather tight-knit community.

And I could have hoped to have

met a few more people by now.

Well, you know, those sort of things

just take a little time

and you need introductions to people.

Mary and I can help with that.

Can't we, Mary?

Yeah, indeed we can, Bill.

- That would be great, thank you.

- Once you settle in,

you'll find that people around

here are as good as gold.

I'm sure that's true.

Well, of course.

There we are. You ready?

All right, everybody.

On the count of three,

one, two, three.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Boys, come back down here

in five minutes, you hear?

Can we open presents?

Open presents, right.

Whose turn is it first?

Start with you?

I don't know how your brother does it.

What's that?

Nine children.

Oh. That's a complete mystery

to me as well.

Hello?

Hey, Stevie.

I just wanted to say...

I can't understand you. Calm down.

It's really good that you're comin' along.

It makes things in my world a lot easier.

BILLY; All right, all right.

- Sure, John.

- Hold on, hold on.

Jimmy, phone.

What?

You need to take the call.

Excuse me. Douglas Cyr's room, please.

Room 508, around the corner.

Thank you.

How is he?

He's in there

right now with the doctor

and they're saying that

it's Reye's Syndrome.

What the f*** is Reye's Syndrome?

- I thought it was the flu.

- I know, so did I.

But then, when you left,

I called the doctor

and they said to just

keep giving him aspirin

every four hours,

just like I'd been doing for days.

But then, his fever

got higher, and then...

And then his behavior started changing,

and he became really angry, Jimmy.

Okay.

Like, really angry,

and his body was all stiff,

so I brought him here

and they said that, then,

the aspirin that I had been giving him

just made him worse.

- No. No.

- Yeah, that's what they said!

That's what they said,

that I made him worse.

Sorry, no change.

I'm taking him home, Lindsey.

I don't f***ing care what they say.

I want to take my boy home.

He's not coming home, Jimmy.

Don't say that, please. Don't say that.

He's on life support, Jimmy.

He's not going anywhere.

You gotta accept it.

No. I don't gotta

do f***ing nothing.

Look at me.

Jimmy, please, look at me.

He's never gonna be

our little boy again, ever.

Don't.

- He's brain-dead.

- Don't say that.

He's on life support, he can't move,

and I don't want him like that!

I can't have my little boy be like that!

I'll pull the plug myself. I will.

What did you say?

What the f*** did you just say?

My boy?

You pull the plug on my boy?

I can't have him like this, Jimmy.

How could you be so cold?

Don't say that to me.

How could you be so cold?

- Don't say that.

- I could never. Ever.

Don't you dare f***ing say that.

- You're pathetic.

- You of all people

in the whole f***ing world

cannot say that to me!

Who the f*** are you?

You motherf***er.

Go f*** yourself.

"OLSEN". Because you have been convicted

of Federal racketeering and murder charges

and aim to make a deal to spare your life,

I'd like to start with

the period of Mr. Bulger's life

after the death of his son,

when his enterprise expanded and he became

a so-called "crime lord" of Boston.

Okay.

From what were you and

Mr. Bulger making your money?

Ah, it was a lot of things.

Running dope on the streets of Southie,

we had the rackets, we had the ponies,

tenants on every corner.

This ain't your neighborhood, Whitey.

Is that right?

But we were making

weekly collections.

F*** you, f*** you, f*** you!

You name it,

and yeah, we was doin' it.

The lottery, Jimmy?

What can I tell you, Billy Boy?

I mean, I went in on a ticket as a lark,

and I f***ing won, fair and square. What?

Would you say Winter Hill was thriving?

We were making a lot of money.

Which meant we had to

pay off a lot of people,

keep things running smooth, you know?

Local street cops, Feds, whatever.

We were throwing money around like crazy.

And then there was those trips to Miami.

We were getting into the jai alai racket

with John Callahan

and an individual named Brian Halloran.

Jimmy never really, uh, trusted him.

I swear to God, I'll shoot

youse both in the face.

For obvious reasons.

But he didn't think he could

make the deal without him.

- So...

- McGUIRE:
Right now, Connolly,

Bulger and his crew

are swanning around Southie

like a bunch of f***ing Vikings,

raping and pillaging

and we can't touch them

because they're no longer criminals.

They're professional criminal consultants.

But my question to you is,

have they actually given us

one concrete f***ing thing

that we can move on?

Just give me a f***ing break!

After the desert you been walking through,

this is your ticket to the big time.

And all you can do is f***in'...

All right, you f***ing listen to me, John.

We have given Bulger miles

and miles of leeway and so far

he's given us dick in return.

I need a wire inside

Angiul0's headquarters.

That f***er's been moving around so much,

I need to know specifically

where his f***ing headquarters even are.

And the fact that we don't

makes us look like a bunch of

f***ing Keystone Kops.

I need evidence

that I can present

to the Federal prosecutor.

And you'll get it.

You got two weeks.

That's f***ing it!

Then I pull the plug.

Are you telling me that

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