who even know you're a cop.
How about if we just
erase your file?
How about that? How about we
erase your file and then bang
you're just another
soldier for Costello,
open to arrest for I don't
know how many felonies, huh?
What do you say we do that, Cap?
I'm gonna kill you.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.
- That was a joke. Come on.
- No, it wasn't a joke.
Just cause you play a tough guy,
doesn't mean you are one,
you lace-curtain Irish
fuckin' pussy.
Stop it! Right now! Stop it!
- Fuck you! Motherfucker! - God
damn it! Stop it. That's an order!
For Christ's sake be smart.
Everybody's watching us. Now, how
are we not supposed to arrest you.
Come on. Get in the car.
Bobby you get in the car.
When are you gonna take Costello?
What's wrong with taking him on
any one of the million fuckin'
fellonies you've seen him do
or I've seen him do.
I mean... I mean he murdered
somebody, right?
The guy fuckin' murdered somebody
and you don't fuckin' take him.
What are you waiting
for? Honestly... I mean
Do you want him to chop me
up and feed me to the poor?
- Is that what you guys want?
- Yeah, that might stick.
Will you shut up.
We're building a case and
it takes time. You know that.
Something's wrong. I'm telling
you something's wrong.
Yeah, maybe.
Look.
We need you to keep your
ears open, all right? No bullshit.
I think Costello's got a spy inside
the Special Investigation Unit.
- Are you serious?
- I'm afraid so.
- Have you heard anything like that?
- Oh, Jesus Christ!
Hang tight for me kid,
just a little while longer.
We're this close, all right?
- What do you expect comin' in here?
- I have to come here.
I knew you have to come here but now
that you're here... What do you want?
You want the truth? Valium.
You know if you lied, you would have
an easier time getting
what you wanted.
What's that say about
what you do for a living?
I just think we should
have a few more meetings
before we even talk
about prescriptions.
Look, look. I'm having
panick attacks, right?
The other night I thought I
was having a fuckin' heart attack.
I puked in a trash barrel
on the way over here.
I haven't slept for fuckin' weeks.
- Is that true?
- Ye, that's true, all right?
I said somethin fuckin' true.
I want some fuckin' pills
and you're gonna what,
you're gonna close my file?
- I didn't say I
would close your file.
Is that what you're gonna do?
I thought I was supposed to tell the
truth here, if only fuckin' here.
I mean a guy comes in here, against
every instinct of privacy,
of self-reliance that he has.
And what do you do? What do you do?
You send them off on the street to
score smack? Is that what you do?
You're fuckin' ridiculous.
Two pills? Great.
Why don't you just
give me a bottle of Scotch
and a handgun to
blow my fuckin' head off?
Are we done here with
this psychiatric bullshit?
You know what? You can leave!
What the fuck have I just put myself
through? I'm fuckin' out of here!
And what if that was
a legitimate threat.
Think about it! Fucking hot shot.
Why is the last patient in the
day always the hardest one?
That's because you're tired
and you don't give a shit.
It's not supernatural.
Listen, listen. I
am not just somebody
you have to see or
they put you in jail.
Ok? I mean if you are in
distress, I will help you.
What's this?
My card and a prescription
for 20 Lorazepam.
Yeah? Is it
enough to commit suicide?
Maybe it is. All right?
Have I done my job up to
your god damn standards?
Because according to my standards,
you fit the model of
drug-seeking behavior.
Too damn bad if you don't like
my initial clinical reaction.
Thank you.
I'm transferring you
to another counsellor.
Good.
So do you wanna get a cup of coffee?
Our target is a major
transaction of microprocessors.
Yes? Those.
I don't know what they are, you don't
know what they are. Who gives a fuck?
Cash. Lots of cash are gonna
change hands inside a