Black Mass

Synopsis: Based on a true story of James "Whitey" Bulger, an Irish Mob godfather and FBI informant who had a "secret trading" deal with his brother, William "Billy" Bulger, a state senator and a Boston public figure, and John Connolly, an FBI agent. They planned to take down the Italian mob and mafia in Boston, which went awry and things turned massively violent. When the credence for each other began fading out, drug dealing, murders, and extortion started to rise, and forced the FBI's Boston office to confirm that Whitey Bulger was one of the most notorious criminals in US history and also one of the FBI's Ten Most Wanted List criminals.
Director(s): Scott Cooper
Production: Warner Bros Pictures
  6 wins & 24 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
123 min


Before we start,

I want you to know something.

I'm not a rat.

You understand?

I want that on record before we start.

Okay. You are not a rat.

And it's on record.

Mr. Weeks, the charges against you,

racketeering, extortion, kidnapping,

and accomplice to murder,

are very serious.

Am I correct in stating that

you are here today

to make a deal

with the federal government?


And am I correct in stating

that you are going from

trusted confidant to one of

South Boston's most notorious

and violent gangsters

to government witness?


Then I need to know everything you know

about the Winter Hill Gang,

the FBI and John Connolly,

and specifically,

what you know about your former boss

and now fugitive, James "Whitey" Bulger.

Well, let's start.

It'll be a good time tonight. We gotta...

Sorry, buddy. I can't let you in.

Yeah. That's cool, man.

I'm friends with Jimmy.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You're with Jimmy?

- Yeah.

Well, I still can't let you in.

Who the f*** are you?

The guy who works here.

You probably don't remember this,

but you were here last Saturday night

with a few of your friends,

around 2:
00 or 3:00 in the morning.

You took a piss up against the bar.

And that's frowned upon here.

But if you go down to Brannigan's,

just right down there,

they'll let you take a sh*t

in the middle of the floor,

if that's what you wanna do.

But you can't... You can't do it here.

All right. Yeah.

- Okay?

- Oh, yeah, we'll go.

Hey, look. No hard feelings, okay?

F*** out of my f***ing way,

you f***in' retard.


Tough guy wants to dance.

Come on! Step the f***...

She's all fired up,

she knows he's over

at the Bulldog, running his mouth again.

She go over there

and she got a little fork

in her pocket, you know?

She walk right in there,

tap him on the shoulder,

take his f***in' eye out,

right there, in front of everybody.

And Connors was f***in' in there.

He couldn't even look.

He had to look away.

"MARTORANO". Connors ain't no tough guy.

DeNucci whipped his ass in '59.

'Course he did,

he's a professional fighter.

Yeah, so is Connors.

Connors's a tough kid, but, you know,

Joe DeNucci's the real thing,

is all I'm saying.

Well, I'm saying that Connors

didn't want no part of this broad.

Hey, you know something?


For 15 straight minutes,

I been watching you

putting your big fat f***in' fingers

into your disgusting mouth,

which is filled with God knows

what kind of f***in' bacteria,

and then you take the same

big fat f***in' filthy fingers

and you stuff 'em back into the bowl

that is there for public consumption.

Now what the f*** are you thinkin', John?

Well, I wasn't thinking, Jimmy.

I'm sorry.

Just don't do it again.

"BARMAN". Jimmy.

Uh, sorry to bother you.

We got trouble outside.


Ronald, hold him up straight!

"MAN". Put him up against the car!

Get him up! Get him up!

Put a stop to it.

Charlie! Charlie,

he's a f***ing kid, Charlie.

- Charlie!

- Come on.

The f***! He's f***ing dead!

Charlie. Come here.

- What the f***, Jimmy?

- Shut up.

- Where're you going?

- You're f***in' dead, you...

Did I f***in' tell you to shut up?

You listen to me. I won't say it twice.

- Get in the f***in' bar.

- Come on, pretty boy.


Hey, you know,

Charlie, the guy you was just beatin' on?


Yeah, he's Charlie McTiernan.

He's married to one of Jimmy's cousins.

How the f*** am I supposed to know that?

I don't know.

Good luck, kid.

Get in the f***in' car.

No, no, no, no, no. You drive.

Are we meetin' Carmelo out here?

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