Black Mass Page #7

- Marianne?

- Mmm?

You're dressing differently,

you're walking differently.

You're getting manicures.

Uh...

- I'm walking differently?

- Yeah, I think you are.

Your head and your shoulders,

the way you carry yourself...

You're changing, John.

I'm not changing.

I'm not changing!

I'm...

I might be getting older,

but I'm not changing.

It's Jimmy Bulger that's changing you.

Ah, here we go.

Ever since you locked arms

with that guy, you've changed.

I can see it like the nose on my face.

He's bad news, John.

He's not bad news. He is an informant.

It's my job.

You know this. I've told you this.

I've known him since forever.

And you certainly hold your

boyhood heroes in high regard.

"Jimmy" this, "Jimmy" that.

He was very good to me

when I was little, Marianne.

That's all you need to know.

How was he good to you, John?

Did he take you trick-or-treating?

I know that it's kids' stuff to you maybe.

I'm gonna go for a drive.

F***.

Like it or not, Marianne,

you married a street kid.

And the streets taught me

that you give and you get

loyalty from your friends.

And loyalty means a lot to me.

You lock it.

" In the eyes of the unwise,

"they did appear to die,"

"their going looked like a disaster,

"but they are in peace.

"If they experienced

punishment as men see it,

"their hope was rich with immortality."

"God has put them to the test"

"and proved them worthy to be with Him."

"He has tested them

like gold in a furnace."

"They who trust in Him

will understand the truth."

In the name of the Father, and the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.

- Amen.

That's a pity that Jimmy

couldn't pallbearer with us.

I know, but...

He was just protecting

the family name. He's a...

- Well, he's a good man.

- Mmm.

I remember sitting at

this very table with you,

some 20 years ago,

working on my first campaign.

I was stuffing envelopes,

and licking stamps

until my tongue was dry.

- Oh, Jesus, we were just kids.

- Mmm-hmm.

Now look at us.

John.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Jimmy.

Your mother was a good woman.

Thanks.

Well, I'll let you guys have some time.

God bless.

It's so quiet.

Never heard this house so quiet.

First his son died,

then his mother passed.

And Jimmy was devastated.

He was never the same.

The only time he ever seemed happy

was when he was talking about the IRA.

How you doing?

Jimmy Bulger, Joe Cahill.

I know who Jimmy is.

And I know who Joe Cahill is.

It's a real pleasure, sir.

- Thank you, Jimmy.

- Come on in, Joe.

We're really deep in it, Jimmy,

and we're gonna need your help.

Well, you're gonna get it.

Police had led virtual siege

to the IRA man's home,

obviously determined not to

let the provos stage a repeat

of the paramilitary funeral

they gave his cousin

shot by the SAS two weeks ago.

So, you can see what we're up against.

It's pure evil.

Joe, on my honor,

I can promise that you will have

the biggest weapons cache

you ever laid your Irish eyes on.

I have to tell you,

that would be

a rather large arsenal, indeed.

We're not choirboys.

L want you to know

I'm here for you, always.

The old country thanks you, Jimmy.

- Slinte.

- Slinte.

Say cheese!

Hey, thanks for all your support.

Jerry, Jerry. Oh.

Congratulations. And a hell of a career.

Hey. Thank you, John.

And same for you, huh?

Raise, promotion, the whole shebang.

Ah, enough about me.

What's next for you, champ?

To tell you the truth,

I don't really care.

Enough of this public sector sh*t.

I'm starting my own defense practice.

Start making real money.

I don't blame you.

- Best of luck with that.

- Mmm.

And you're leaving us in

the hands of a new prosecutor.

- Yeah.

- Who is he?

Fred Wyshak.

F***ing bulldog who was

kicking ass down in Jersey,

but returned to save his hometown.

Sound familiar?

- Keep doing what you're doing.

- I will.

A lot of people

are very sad to see you go.

Thanks for coming, John.

- Take care.

- You too.

This is so f***ing sick.

You're sick, Stevie.

What the f*** was in your mind

when you decided

that your girlfriend's daughter,

who happens to call you "Daddy,"

was a good choice to suck your cock?

Stepdaughter.

Don't correct me, Stevie.

Not now.

And she's a f***ing prostitute,

is that correct?

Jimmy, you know she's a prostitute.

Do not assume what I do or do not know.

You answer my f***ing question.

Is she or is she not a prostitute?

Correct.

And she's a f***ing hopeless

drug addict as well. Huh?

Little whores on drugs that talk

don't make me feel any better.

Hi.

She may know a few things

she shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

You f***ing better be sorry, pal.

- Hi!

- How you doin'?

Is this for me?

Every stitch.

This is wicked sh*t!

Yeah, it is wicked sh*t.

So where are we going?

Well...

Not far.

We found a place

where you could stay a while.

It's very comfortable, you know.

Quiet. Nobody's gonna bother you.

Sounds great.

But before we leave, I, uh,

I have a few questions.

Sure. What do you wanna know?

What did you just talk about?

Me?

Yeah, you.

With who?

Deborah, sweetheart, you just spent

the f***ing night in the can.

Yeah.

Okay, so, where the f***

did you sleep last night?

- There.

- And what the f*** is that?

- Police station.

- And who would you be talking to

in a goddamn police station, Deborah?

The police?

Exactly.

So what did the police say to you

and what did you say back to them?

Nothing much.

The usual.

What is the f***ing usual?

I don't know the usual.

What's the f***ing usual?

You know. Drugs are bad.

Prostitution's illegal. Sh*t like that.

And did Stevie and I figure

into this conversation at all?

They asked if I was involved with you.

I said no. They asked if I was

involved with Stevie too.

I said no.

That part was actually a lie,

- obviously.

- Obviously.

So what did they want to know

about Stevie and I?

If I'd seen you commit any crimes.

And drugs. They think

you're selling a lotta drugs.

- Do they?

- Yeah.

And what did you tell them?

That you didn't.

That you hang out at Triple O's.

That you was real clean,

your clothes was real clean,

you hardly drink any liquor,

you don't do drugs.

And that you always say,

"Don't believe what you read"

"in the f***ing papers."

That was good, right?

You said all that?

Yeah.

It was good, yeah?

- Yeah, you done good.

- Yeah.

All right, let's head over.

You know how to get there, Stevie, right?

Thanks, Stevie.

Wow!

Oh.

Oh, my God.

This is amazing!

Yeah, I thought you might like it.

- Yeah!

- A big kitchen there, right?

F***.

Wow.

We'll have some furniture

brought in, you know?

Super comfy stuff.

Sure.

Oh, my God, it's huge!

Yeah.

Wow.

You know, this was real sweet

of you to think of me, Jimmy.

Don't mention it.

No one's never done nothing

like this for me before.

Oh, come on, kid, don't say that.

You're breaking my f***ing heart.

No!

Stop, please! No, please!

F***! Jimmy! Don't!

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