Black Mass Page #8

Jimmy! Please!

Clean up your f***ing mess.

I'm taking a nap.

We got dinner at Connolly's in an hour.

"OLSEN". Mr. Flemmi, did you ever see.

Whitey Bulger murder anyone?

I don't know, I thought

Boggs had a good game last night.

He hit Well.

They're not headed

here, don't worry about it.

Look great.

Don't touch them skewers

with your f***in'...

Honey.

- Is the oven on?

- Mmm-hmm.

Could you at least pretend

to be nice to them,

may the part?

John, I'm very uncomfortable here.

Okay? We've lived with this for years,

but never in my own house.

They can see you.

I don't give a sh*t if they can see me,

it's my f***ing kitchen!

I mean, you have to be

breaking a rule here, no?

You can't be socializing with these guys.

- It's gotta be against regulations.

- I am not socializing. I am...

What do you call drinking

f***ing beers, eating steaks?

I'm maintaining my relationship

- with my informant.

- Ha!

That relationship

is the prime reason

I keep getting promoted,

which is why we live in this fancy house

and you drive that brand new car

that you so desperately wanted.

That's how you wanna play this, John, huh?

- You keep your voice down.

- F*** you!

F*** you, keep my voice down.

This is my kitchen.

It's your kitchen.

Don't even f***ing start with that, okay?

I'll be in our room. I'll be in our room

with the door locked. Shut up.

F***.

Stevie, what's the matter with you?

You're quiet tonight, huh?

You got a problem with people

keeping their mouths shut?

I'm breaking your balls. Hmm.

Do yourself a favor, don't.

So, uh, guys.

Uh...

I hate to bring this up

at a social dinner,

but there's this detective in Florida

that keeps calling us

about Callahan.

Asking questions, and...

Well, he just won't leave it alone,

and I have to handle it.

Then handle it.

Handle it.

Well...

Yeah.

And, Morris,

you and I gotta have

a little sit-down here.

What the f*** did you

marinate this steak in?

Because it's outta this world.

You're killing me with it.

Now, now, now.

It's a family secret. Hmm.

Come on!

Oh!

That is one of the best goddamn steaks

lever had in my life.

Even.

I got a knife over here.

Oh, come on, come on.

What's the... What's the...

What's the family's secret recipe?

It's ground garlic

and a little bit of soy.

- That's it?

- Yeah, that's it. That's it.

Hmm.

I thought it was a family secret.

It's a recipe.

No.

No.

You said to me this is a family secret,

and you gave it up to me, boom,

just f***ing like that.

Don't look to John,

'cause he's not gonna f***ing help you.

You spill the secret family recipe today,

maybe you f***ing spill about me tomorrow.

Is that something, maybe,

that's a possibility?

I was just saying...

You were "just sayin" '?

"Just sayin" ' gets people sent

to Allenwood.

"Just sayin"'

got me a nine-year stretch

in Leavenworth and Alcatraz.

You understand?

So, "just sayin"

could get you buried real f***ing quick.

Look at his f***ing face!

Hey! I'm f***ing with you.

I'm f***ing with you.

It's a recipe. Couldn't give a sh*t.

Tastes great. I'm f***ing with you.

You got... Well, you got me too.

Listen, I wanna make a toast.

To success.

Just getting started.

Mmm.

Where's the wife?

She's, uh...

She's resting.

She's a little under the weather.

Didn't...

Didn't I just see her?

Yeah, she was helping. She, uh...

Well, she's not feeling very good.

Oh, gee.

Like a...

You know what? I'll go have a look at her.

Jimmy. Jimmy! She's sick!

She's fi... Listen, fine.

Oh.

I thought you were John.

No, it ain't John.

Come on. Come down and join us.

I'm not feeling well. Thank you, though.

Marianne, you know what you're doing?

You're embarrassing your husband

in front of his friends,

that's what you're doing.

And you know that's what you're doing.

I don't know what John told you,

but I'm feeling ill.

That's all.

Please, no offense.

Well, let's see what you got.

Um...

Yeah.

Well...

You don't feel warm.

Got any chills?

'Cause normally, you get the chills

before the flu comes on, you know?

Any soreness there?

What are you feelin' there?

You feel something?

'Cause I don't feel

any swollen glands there.

But you know, me,

I had to learn the hard way

not to take chances

with this kind of thing.

You know what I'm saying?

Poor little thing.

You get some rest.

Wouldn't want nothing to happen to you.

John's a lucky man.

Jimmy?

I'll get it there safe and sound.

You can sleep on it.

I know you will, Mclntyre.

Have safe travels, huh?

All right.

- Stevie.

- Take care of it, John.

Weeksy, give me a call.

Thanks for everything, Jimmy.

We won't forget it.

For me, it's an honor.

The honor's ours.

Thanks, pal.

"CONNOLLY". Hope I'm not interruptin'!

Special Agent John Connolly.

I know who you are.

- I've heard a lot about you.

- Good things, I hope.

Listen, little Welcome Wagon

present for you. Big game.

I'm good.

Are you sure about that?

Clemens is on the mound tonight.

I'm sure about that.

All right.

Work, work, work.

Well, listen, after... After you finish,

come down to the Bell-In-Hand.

I would like to buy you a pint,

and you can meet some of the other agents.

Do you have a case for me, Agent Connolly?

No, I just came to introduce myself.

You know, couple of local boys

moving up the ranks.

Maybe we can help each other along.

Bring me cases,

that's all the help I need.

All right.

All right, well,

I'll leave you to it, then.

Hey, you know, since you're here.

Yeah?

How come no one has nailed Whitey Bulger?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

That won't work.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Excuse me'?

Now, what's Bulger done?

He's a smalltime hood,

but he's an invaluable asset.

What's he done?

Everything, evidently.

Drugs, extortion, murder.

I'd heard rumors,

but these other informant reports

make it clear.

And here's the thing, every time we start

a formal investigation, poof!

Goes away. He slips free.

How do you account for that?

I don't know.

Luck of the Irish.

"Luck of the Irish"?

That's what you're going with?

Well, it's...

It's slander and lies

from his brother Billy's

political opponents.

These f***ing a**holes

from Cambridge, they will do

anything to bring Billy down

because they can't stand

power in the hands of a mick from Southie.

You don't think Billy's protecting

his older brother, just maybe?

No! No way.

Really?

Well, seems to me you'd have to

believe in f***in' leprechauns to think

we'd have the biggest crime lord in Boston

and be brothers with

the most powerful politician in the state,

and them not be helping each other out.

I grew up with Billy, Southie.

Sol know him,

I know that he knows

that it would be crazy for him

to get mixed up in

anything that Jimmy does.

It's, you know, too brazen.

I'll ask you again.

How come no one has done Whitey Bulger?

He seems to be involved

in every crime in the city

and yet the Bureau

keeps saying he's clean.

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