that.
- Hey!
- Hi!
It's pouring out there.
Look if...
If this is inappropriate I...
No, no it's not inappropriate,
you're not my patient...
So, you're moving out or moving in?
Still got 3 weeks left on the lease.
It's me.
Yeah, I know.
- Hedging your bets?
- No, no.
You have to choose.
You have to make a...
...a decision.
decision and you know, you have to
stick by what you choose, you have to
- Move in with your boyfriend?
- Yes, otherwise it's... it's...
I know... I know...
I have to say, your vulnerability
is really freaking me out right now.
Is it real?
I think so.
- You don't have any cats?
- No.
I like that.
I don't get it.
We're all convinced that
Costello has at least
one mole inside the
Special Investigations Unit.
Right.
You'll investigate
everybody and anybody.
It's not exactly a
dream job for a cop.
We looked at all
possible candidates.
You have an immaculate record.
Some people don't trust a
guy with an immaculate record.
I do.
I had an immaculate record.
How is your wedding coming along?
Great, great, she's a doctor.
- That's outstanding.
- Yeah.
Marriage is an important
part of getting ahead.
Lets people know you're not a homo.
Married guy seems more stable.
People see the ring, they think
at least somebody
can stand the s. o. b.
Ladies see the ring
they know immediately
you must have some cash
or your cock must work.
- Yeah, it's working. Overtime.
- I'm glad to hear that.
Yeah, thank you.
From: restricted
Follow the envelope.
What the fuck is
wrong with you, Frank?
- See anything you like, Colin?
- I almost fuckin' shot you.
You're not indulging in
self-abuse, are you?
Sit down!
I hope you're not
turning into one of
those sob-sisters
once you get caught?
- You're not cracking up, are you?
- I don't creck up.
Pick a place like this, any cop
can see you, Jesus Christ.
If it's such a fuckin'
bad idea, why did you show up?
- I own the place.
- Why am I not fucking suprised?
- You're getting reasigned.
- How the fuck do you know that?
- Where did they put you?
- Hey, Frank, I've gotta find myself.
You're telling me, sonny boy.
I've gotta find the guy
you've got in the department.
With everybody looking
up their own ass,
and you looking for yourself, I put
my money on nobody finds nothing.
I know, but Frank, lookit, for me,
you've got to lay low right now.
Colly, laying low is not what I do.
All right, fuckin' big daddy
Frank. Fuckin' perfect.
What good am I to you if
you don't listen to me?
From: Restricted
Get visual ID suspect
Queenan is compartmentalising.
He's splitting everything up.
All right. He's fuckin' smart,
you know this. I can get the rat,
You just gotta let me
do it my way, Frank.
Ok.
But Colin I hope I won't
have to remind you
that if you don't find that
cheese-eating rat bastard
in your department, most likely it
won't be me who suffers for it.
Now, why would you
have to remind me of that?
Would I be any good at what I do if
I didn't fuckin' already know that?
Frank, you gotta trust me.
All right, just trust me, Frank.
If it fuckin' involves lying I'm
pretty fuckin' good at that.
Maybe because it's always been
so easy for me to get cunt,
that I never understood
jacking off in a theatre
Christ!
Who knows what's easy?
Colin, I know you'll
take care of business.
Shit!
Make arrest.
- How are you doin?
- Hi Darlene!
- That's it for me.
- Ok, see you.
Have a good one!
I smell a rat.
- Jesus Christ. You got a girlfriend?
- No.
No. No. Why? Why?
Why does that matter?
It depends.
I'm sure by now you know
I got an informer in my outfit.
Cop, Staties,
Boston Police Department
I'm not sure.
Jesus Christ. Are you
sure it's not the FBI?
Ain't the FBI.
Ex-wife. Old girlfriend.
They're stupid.
That is what brings you
down in this business.
Stupid huh? Well, I guess
that leaves me out.
You know, past days in a situation
like this, I'd kill everybody.
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