I'll catch up with you guys!
School's out.
Thank you, Frank.
You earned it.
No more pencils, no more books.
All right!
This is not the regular police,
this is the State Police.
Your training will
illustrate the difference.
State Police! Step forward!
State Police! Open the door!
What's the difference?
Go, go, go, go, go!
Is that understood?
Sir, yes, sir! Sir, yes, sir!
Get the fuck out right now!
Get back right now!
Congratulations on passing
the detective's exam,
and welcome to the
Special Investigation Unit.
Whoop - de -
fuckin' - doo.
We won't be working together.
That is, directly. You'll be
working for Captain Ellerby
but I like to see everybody.
You're a worker. You rise fast.
Like a twelve year old's dick!
Thank you, Sergeant!
My pleasure.
Thank you, sir.
Good luck!
Congratulations!
Thanks, hon!
You can go in there now.
You can sit.
So.
Do you know what we
do here? My section?
Sir, yes, sir, I have an idea, sir.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Let's say you have no idea
and leave it at that, ok?
No idea. Zip. None.
If you had an idea about what we do
we would not be good
at what we do, would we?
We would be cunts.
You calling us cunts?
Staff Sergeant Dignam
has a stlyle of his own.
I'm afraid we all
have to get used to it.
So! You have family connections
down in Southy, right?
Through your father?
Why don't you tell us about
your uncle Uncle Jackie?
He was a carpet layer
for Jordan Marsh.
Uncle Jackie was a
small time bookie who
tended bar at the
Vet's in Summerville.
He got popped by Nicash in '95.
We found his body out by the airport.
That's right!
I remember his funeral.
Oh, good!
Close casket?
That's right!
So! Tell anybody up at Deerfield?
That is before you get kicked out
for whalin' on a gym teacher
with a folding chair, your uncle
met his demise like that?
I got a question.
How fucked up are you?
Hi, Darlene!
What you got, staff sergeant?
In no time you made sergeant.
S.I.U. What a country!
Huh. Perferct.
Hey, I don't mind going it alone.
Now, if you went it alone every once
in a while, you might get somewhere.
We're cops, all right?
This isn't somewhere.
All right, lookit. I
know you're a worker.
Maybe I can do something for you.
You got any suits at home,
or do you like coming to work
dressed like you're
going to invade Poland.
You got quite the
family tree here, kid.
That maggot uncle of yours
Tommy Costigan's another goof.
He gets busted selling
guns to federal officers,
among many many many
other departures from, uh,
normative behavior.
What's this got to do with me, huh?
Why are you pretendin' to be a cop?
This unit is new, and you are
the newest members of it.
You've been selected for it on the
basis of intelligence and aptitude.
This is an elite unit.
I want you officers to smash
or marginally disrupt
organized crime in the city
by enhanced cooperation with the FBI
represented here today
by agent Frank Lazio.
And we will do it.
And by organized crime in the city
you know who we mean.
That's Jackie Costigan.
That's an old picture.
Jackie met his demise.
That's not an old photograph.
Costello uses three key guys.
that's Fitzy, off-the-boat
psycho
lives in Broughton with his mother
she's straight out
of "Goin' my way".
Delahante, the muscle,
French the number one,
but of course, the rock star:
you know who.
We've done a briefing
book, so read up,
I want any and all ideas so
I can pass them off as my own.
Work hard, and you'll rise fast,
and you're in the best possible
position at the department.
Let's go to work.
Your old man was a
fucking hump from Southy,
baggage handler at
the airport, right?
Your family's all criminals
except for the old man, huh?
And one priest, since you
seem to know everything.
Last I heard he was happily
married to a twelve-year-old boy
livin' on a beach in Thailand.
Fuckin' family's dogging on
the Southy projects like ticks,
three deck a