number.
- And the guy didn't show up?
- No.
- He beeped him?
Twice.
Give me your phone. Turn that off.
What?
Turn the fuckin' camera off.
Give it to me. He doesn't know
what the fuckin' lawyer looks like...
Whose briefcase is this?
All right. Is it off?
We're good.
Afternoon, Mr. Fitzgibbons.
- He can't do that!
- He just did.
- You're my attorney?
- What do you think?
Have you made any statements, phone
calls I need to be made aware of?
I beeped you. The card
he gave me. That's it.
- That's it?
- That's it.
I think you need to call your mother
tell her you're not gonna
be home for supper.
Camera is off. It's off,
call your mother.
Lookit, they're suiting
up for a raid right now.
I don't know where they're going,
but they do. And so do you.
So make the call.
Lookit, fuckstick,
you don't gotta trust me.
Just listen to what
I'm saying to you.
Mom, I'm not gonna make
it home for supper.
Sorry, I got held up.
Yeah, I know you can't get on without
me. I'll talk to you later, ok?
- Bye.
- Everybody out. Move.
Thank you.
So who are you?
You know I think you need a
different attorney after all.
- Mr. Fitzgibbons, have a great day.
- When the fuck am I gonna get out?
All right. Run the last number
he called. That's his house.
Now, whatever the address is,
I'll swear to the judge
I surveilled him there,
and abra fuckin' cadabra
we got a warrant.
- Why did you use my phone?
- Cause you didn't go in there.
Light's nice here in the morning.
So you wanna talk about last night?
It's all right. Guys tend to
make too big a deal out of it.
- It's actually quite common.
- I gotta go to work.
Do you lie?
Why? Do you?
No, I'm askin' if you lie.
Honesty is not synonymous
with truth.
Yeah, you lie. You lie.
Is it to do some good,
to get somewhere personally...
or what, just for the fuck of it?
Well, I expect that some people
do it to keep things on an even keel.
So you had a parent who was a drunk.
Did you?
No.
Let's keep it with you.
Talk about how you feel.
How I feel, how I feel...
- Fuck!
- Brian stop it!
No, please...
I ain't gonna hurt you.
You sit there, with a mass murderer.
A mass murderer.
Your heart rate is jacked...
Your hand?
Steady.
That's one thing I figured
out about myself in prison.
My hand does not shake.
Ever.
Wake the fuck up!
There was a cop leaving
when I came in.
How did you know he was a cop?
A bad haircut, no dress sense, and
a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
- Do you see cops?
- That's part of what I do.
I mean I normally don't see cadets
who have been kicked
out of the academy.
Why?
- You should get a better job, huh?
- Should I?
So, do they all come in
here and cry, your cops?
Sometimes they do.
Yes, sure. Sometimes they cry. Yeah.
If they've had trouble at home,
if they've had to use their weapons.
Use their weapons?
Let me tell you something.
They signed up to use their
weapons, most of them, all right?
But they watch enough TV so
they know they have to weep
after they use their weapons.
There is no one more
full of shit than a cop.
Except for a cop on TV.
I looked at your file and I see
you have a record of assault.
Yeah.
So what was it like for you in jail?
What, you wanna hear
about the showers,
is that what you wanna hear about?
Did something happen to you?
No.
OK, kid, let's do this.
Come on. Spread 'em.
Hey, what do you think
you can pop somebody and there's
a special card to play?
That guy Jimmy Bags
whose jaw you broke happens
to work undercover
for the Boston police department.
I'm goin' fuckin' nuts, man. I can't
be someone else every fuckin' day.
It's been a year of this.
I've had enough of this shit.
Calm down, all right?
Most of the people in the world do
it every day. What's the big deal?
I'm not them, all right?
I'm not fuckin' them, ok?
Exactly. You're nobody.
You signed the papers, remember?
Now, we're the only two people
on the face of this earth