Black Mass Page #9

It's only when another agency

has an informant

that I hear maybe Whitey

isn't so squeaky clean.

Well, I hear that he's very careful,

he doesn't use phones,

that kinda stuff, and, uh...

Who did you say

these other informants were?

I didn't.

Listen, from what I hear,

his criminal days are all but over.

His partner and him, they gone legit...

Christ, Connolly, you f***ing with me?

Is Whitey never using phones and careful,

or is Whitey retired?

I don't...

I mean, I just... I'm not in my office...

These are things that I hear,

I don't know if all of them are true...

Do your job and find out!

I am, lam. I...

"CONNOLLY". You know I wouldn't come here

if it wasn't serious.

If there was anywhere else

I could turn, and I know that

the last thing you need is

to have Jimmy's business

crossing paths with yours.

Your grasp of the situation is so keen,

it makes me wonder what you're doing here.

This new guy, Wyshak,

has a serious hard-on

for Jimmy.

And that can't be good for any of us.

And you're telling me this why?

Maybe you can influence him.

Make him listen to reason!

I'm not kissing your ass, Billy,

but you are the most

powerful man in the city.

Not that I would, but Wyshak's federal

and I'm state, and you know that.

But where we come from, I know

and you know that what is

written on a piece of paper

is less important than blood

and honor

and loyalty.

I'm not asking you to help me.

I'm asking you to help your brother.

That's the same thing now, isn't it?

Billy?

Wyshak is asking questions about you too.

Oh.

John, you know I have

the utmost respect for you.

Really, I do, which is why I can tell you

with all my heart

that if you ever come into my office again

with a f***ed-up idea like that,

you'll rue the day you ever

thought of joining the FBI.

Jeannie will show you out.

This report has

information attributed to

our prized informant, Whitey Bulger.

And this is the same piece of information

from one of our other informants,

dated four weeks earlier.

This is information credited

to our supposedly prized informant,

James "Whitey" Bulger.

And the same piece of information

dated six weeks earlier,

different informant.

In fact, if you take a look

at Bulger's pile,

you'll find the same situation

played out time and again

from other sources.

In fact, you'll find

very little from Bulger

that means sh*t.

Customs officials in Boston

say they have seized a trawler

used to smuggle weapons

to Irish terrorists.

Agents say the trawler ferried

a load of arms and ammunition

- to the Irish coast last week.

- Jesus f***ing Christ.

The weapons were intercepted

by the Irish Navy

after they had been

transferred to a smaller ship.

Officials say they have seized

the ship's log

- and other doc...

- Motherf***er.

Northern Ireland?

Yeah.

Well, how did they know about the ship?

The pilot.

Turns out he's also a snitch

for DEA. Customs, too.

What's his name?

- I don't know.

- How do you not know?

I don't know, John.

All right, well, where is

this guy now, the pilot?

I wanna talk to him.

Oh, no can do.

What do you mean, "no can do"?

Yes, can do.

Sorry, he belongs to DEA.

Well... Okay.

Ask permission for us to talk to him.

- I did.

- And?

It's not gonna happen, John.

"McINTYRE". I don't like that guy, though.

He's got a big f***ing mouth.

Yeah, just take a right here.

MclNTYRE:
Yeah? All right.

Oh, yeah, I got it.

A-ha! Weeksy, what's up?

Where is everybody?

I thought it was a f***ing party.

McGUIRE:
Bulger's playing us, Nick.

Making a fool of the Bureau,

hiding behind his informant status

to run roughshod over my city.

Using us to cover for him.

I won't stand for it.

And I am distressed about that.

But from where I sit,

we have bigger priorities

to consider.

So you're telling me to do nothing.

No, not at all.

I'm telling you we can't taint

one of the most successful.

RICO prosecutions

in the history of the Bureau

just to get Whitey Bulger,

psychopath or not.

But we have no objection

to your going after

the agents handling him.

Can't you see what's happening?

The vise is closing on us.

Listen to me.

Did you know it was Hampton and Dawson

that hit that National Bank on Exeter?

No.

And neither did I,

until Whitey Bulger told us.

- Whitey didn't tell us that.

- Yes, he did.

Nick McVeigh is running speed

through high schools in Newton.

High school kids, for f***'s sake.

Thank God for Whitey Bulger.

- Thank God for Whitey Bulger.

- You hear me?

Whitey introduced dope

to every kid in Southie.

Twelve and 13-year-old girls, John.

What about Halloran? And Callahan, huh?

Douchebags who got what was coming to 'em.

It's not our fault.

It's not our fault?

- Whose fault is it?

- Not ours.

That's gonna sound great in court.

McGuire is gonna go to Washington.

You know that, right?

And he's gonna bring

all the informant files.

And Wyshak is dead-set

on hanging our asses on his wall.

We are f***ed, John. We are f***ed.

Listen to me. The Bureau wants results.

We gave them results.

We drove a stake through

the black heart of the Mafia.

Everything else is gonna be a sideshow.

Now we're stuck with Whitey,

and without the Italians,

nobody can rein him in

and we can't even pull on his chain

because we're in too deep!

And he knows it!

You understand

what I'm saying about a vise?

I thought I was doing good.

I actually thought

I could make a difference.

But we made a difference!

We put the Mafia out of business.

If that ain't good, I don't know what is.

Yeah.

And you know what we're doing now, John?

Digging our own f***ing graves.

God damn it!

Marianne!

Marianne, don't do this!

Marianne, are you f***ing kidding me?

This informant

has been a minor player

in the Boston crime syndicate

since he was a teenager.

- So you checked his house?

- Yes.

- And work?

- Mmm-hmm.

And he's never missed

- an informant meeting before?

- None I'm aware of.

"- Yeah? AGENT". No, nothing.

You wanna see me?

Yeah, I wanna see you!

Mclntyre has vanished off

the face of the f***in' Earth.

Which seems to be a common

phenomenon for any informant

that says something incriminating

against Whitey Bulger.

You got nothing to say, Connolly?

You see these gentlemen here?

They're gonna help me get this cocksucker.

If we have to arrest

every lowlife in Boston to do that,

we'll arrest them.

Every loan shark, every bookie,

every drug dealer.

One of those guys is gonna

make a case against him.

Of all f***ing people.

You.

MclNTYRE:

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

You've always been f***ing weak, John,

since we was kids.

What'd you tell them?

I don't wanna f***in' die. Oh, God, Jimmy!

I need to know exactly

who you f***ing talked to,

and exactly what you said.

A DEA agent by the name of Brown.

I told him everything!

The IRA, Cahill, the whole bit!

I know I shouldn't have, Jimmy,

but I had no choice!

F*** you.

You always have a choice.

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