- What happened to Jimmy Pappas?
- Jimmy had a rough month.
Jimmy had a heart attack in jail
and then he got himself knifed
at Boston City Hospital. I believe
it's been in the papers.
You seem quite
happy with that result.
This is a fuckin' result.
- Yeah but 'cui bono' who benefits?
- 'Cui' gives a shit?
It's got a friggin bow on it.
I think you are a cop, my son.
Where is your fuckin' license?
I don't see no fuckin' license!
- What license? - There is no such
thing as a license for...
...but you, you definitely
need to have it, fuck you.
If you're not being run by us,
you're being run by someone else...
That means you're bringing
some undesirable elements
into Mr. Costello's area.
I was going for my
fuckin' cigarettes!
Hey!
He's Jimmy Bags.
- He was re... I don't know.
- What the fuck you're doing?
I'm in the hole, I pay
him two grand a week.
There is no profit I pay
him two grand a week!
Make more fuckin' money.
This is America.
If you don't make money,
you're a fuckin' douchebag.
- Now what you gonna do?
- I'll make more money!
- That's the spirit.
- Oh, fuck!
Don't worry about it. The guy don't
need his fuckin' teeth anyways.
It's a small surveillance
subunit, but it's mine.
I didn't take this job
in order to fuck it up,
or let anyone else fuck it up.
I hand picked this group, you're
my A-team. Now our prime...
Hi, Captain!
This crazy fuck knocked
Jimmy Bag's teeth out.
So?
- He was reaching for his cigarettes.
- You're gonna give me shit? Look...
It wasn't for no reason, all right?
Frank, the man reached into his coat.
And I didn't know if he's a bookie or
what the fuck he's doin', you know.
But you do know what a
bookie does, don't you?
Yeah. He pays you.
Queenan's compartmenalizing
everything in S.I.U.
Which is the right thing to do.
Personally I don't trust half the
fuckin' troopers out there anymore.
Bottom line.
We think we might have a problem.
We think Costello's got a
rat in the State Police.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
Do we have direct access
to Queenan's undercovers?
No, no. Not presently.
But, I'm working on that.
Here, Bill. This is for you
From now on call the
bar and ask for Mikey.
Just Mikey.
You ask for Mikey
because there is no Mikey.
- Wait. We'll call you. You got that?
- Yeah, yeah, I got that.
- Sorry, I didn't hear you.
- I got that!
Good.
Hi Dad. I got promoted. All right.
You know...
If your father were alive
and saw you here sitting with me,
let's say he'd have a
word with me about this.
In fact he killed 7 guys just to
cut my throat and he could do it.
Which is maybe something you don't
know about William Costigan Senior.
- So he never... I mean neve...
- No, no, no.
He kept his own counsel.
He never wanted money.
Can't do anything
with a man like that.
Your uncle Jacky, he also
would kill my entire fuckin' family.
If he saw me here with you.
And I think about this.
So what the fuck are
we talking about here?
Did you ever think about
going back to school?
School?
All due respect Mr. Costello.
School is out.
Maybe some day
you'll wake the fuck up.
- Good day, Father.
- Good morning, Francis.
You recall our chat? Little boys...
sucking on their peckers
et cetera, so forth...
I am as God made me.
Was that your rationle?
May I remind you, in this
archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
May I remind you that pride
comes before the fall.
How is Sister Mary Teresa doing?
We had a tasty relationship
before she took her vows.
Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.
Pay 'em.
What have you got for me, trooper?
Uniform clipped him
for a suspended license.
However as he's the subject
of an open investigation...
More than one. Yeah.
He's one of Costello's crew.
Yeah, we're gettin' a warrant.
We can't get an address off of him.
He pays his lawyer, but the
lawyer hasn't called back yet.
- Who's the lawyer?
- He didn't know the name,
just had a number on a card.
- Beeper