tired from fucking your wife.
- How's your mother?
Good! She is tired
from fucking my father.
Good. Today girls,
what I have for you
is microprocessors.
Somebody you may already know
stole twenty micropocessors
from the Mass. Processor
Company out on route 128.
These are the kind of processors
that they put into the computers
they can put the cruise missile
up the ass of a camel from
a couple hundred miles away.
These little pieces of plastic are
worth about a hundred grand a piece
Now get this: we get a guy working
for the company two months
walks right out the front door,
with a box of processors on Tuesday,
has a ticket booked for Florida
on Wednesday, but on Thursday
he get found in a dumpster.
You know where that
dirtball started his life?
Southy projects.
What was his name? The departed.
Miles Kennefick.
Got the job with a
forged U. Mass. transcript
U. Mass. Boston
which happens to be here.
- South Boston?
- Oh, you're a fucking genius, huh?
Who forged your
transcript, dickhead?
This guy... His old man runs the
Hiberniam Liquor Mart. Kenneficks.
We're not here to solve the
case of the missing scumbag,
we're here to nail Costello.
Ok look.
Got a guy says he hears Costello's
moving the processors to China.
He set up the whole
fucking job and popped Kennefick.
You do not want to miss it
if Costello takes a dump.
We'd miss a lot less if you made
your informants available to us
and of course to the bureau.
Without asking for too many details.
Do you have anyone in
with Costello presently?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe fuck yourself.
My theory on feds:
they're like mushrooms.
Feed them shit
and keep them in dark.
You girls, have a good day!
Normally he's a very nice guy.
Don't judge him from
this meeting alone.
Mrs. Kennefick, I knew
your son. I knew Miles.
He was a little younger than me,
but he was behind me in school.
I wanna get these people
who did this to him.
Would you like to help us?
You wanna help us catch the people
who forced your son to do a robbery
and then killed him.
Allegedly.
Allegedly.
If he was killed he probably
did something wrong.
But not the robbery,
that's not wrong.
He did some else wrong?
Wave to your girlfriend, honey.
I mean fuck yourself!
Did you get that?
Allegedly and fuck yourself!
- Welcome to the neighbourhood!
- Different breed down here, Sarge.
Get a cup of coffee.
You making a house call?
Have I seen you professionally?
No, no. I know who
you are though. I know.
Guys have got to use their service
revolver in the course of duty
and then they get to come to talk to
you about their feelings and whatnot.
No, no, I know how it goes.
You're a mental health professional.
Yeah. I have an
appointment on this floor.
You'll have fun, they're all
freaking crazy on that floor.
I'm one more up.
Oh, a fancy policeman.
Yeah, that's right. Fancy.
- Are you Staty?
- Yeah, I am. I am actually going to
law school also.
Suffolk at nights?
Uh, yeah, they don't run Harvard
at night last time I checked.
When was the last time you checked?
Before I went to fuckin' Suffolk.
Ok listen, I went to U. Mass.
I wasn't insulting you.
I thought you were. So now
you're gotta buy me dinner.
Maybe you can shoot someone and
then you'd have to
see me professionally.
I'll stab someone in
the heart with a fuckin
ice pick if it gets me
free dinner with you.
Just wait.
No, no, no, that's all right,
I'm a detective, I'll find you.
No, just joking.
I'll need your card.
That helps. Nice
to meet you, Madolyn!
Hi Dad, I had no idea about
the tail, until I saw it.
I couldn't... I had the other
guy with me, I couldn't...
All right. It's a blue sedan,
and then a white van
it's fucked up with
graffiti on the side,
and the van is the
audio surveillance.
All right. Have a nice day.
- Lose them here.
- Bye, bye!
Punkass!
Come on Babu, I can't do
anymore, I can't Babu...
so please don't let me
go back