Black Mass Page #5

'cause if you do,

it's only gonna cause

much worse troubles for you.

Listen, motherf***er.

You think 'cause you're

wearing a f***ing uniform,

you can do what you want?

Go f*** yourself!

- Settle down, f***ing rummy!

- F*** you!

Tommy, close the f***ing door.

I gotta tell you something, Officer Flynn.

It's a sad day when a native son

takes up with his oppressor.

There's a word for that

back home, you know.

Penalty's death.

You threatenin' me, Bulger?

The last thing I would do

if I was planning to harm you

is to warn you in advance, you dumb f***.

You better watch yourself, Bulger.

You better f*** yourself, Flynn.

F*** you, you project rat.

And f*** you, you rummy.

I never trusted Flynn.

He's a f***ing prick.

"LEONARD". Take it easy, will you?

Even as kids,

he was a f***in' prick.

- A f***in' prick.

- Please, calm down.

Swear to God,

I'm gonna f***in' kill him.

I'll f***ing kill that Flynn.

Take it easy, will you? Come on.

Cock-sucking,

turncoat motherf***er.

He's f***ing dead!

You're not f***in'

killing anybody, Tommy,

and you ain't killing a cop any time.

You hear me?

F*** you, Whitey.

Oh, Jesus. Tommy...

- Go f*** yourself.

- Tommy, come on. Enough.

Huh?

- F*** you.

- Take it easy.

Take it easy, come on.

You want to take a shot, Tommy?

Enough. Enough.

Take your shot.

But make it your f***ing best,

'cause I get up, I eat you.

- Sit down. Sit down.

- Let's go. Come on.

Sit down. Relax. Jimmy,

he's sh*t-faced. I'll deal with him.

- You f***in' better.

- Don't even worry about it.

What, you think I look f***ing worried?

Sit down. Please, sit down.

Jesus Christ,

he's f***in' retarded.

"TOMMY". Jack O!

Give me another one, huh?

Hey, Tommy.

Yeah?

You watch yourself.

Mr. Martorano,

you are one of the most

feared men in Boston.

And well-known as the chief executioner

for the Winter Hill Gang.

Is that correct?

Yes.

You are also reputed to

have murdered some 20 people.

Would you say that is accurate?

That is accurate, yes.

Mr. Martorano, I want you to

be as specific as possible

in answering why the war

between the Angiulos

and Winter Hill escalated.

Simple. Territory.

Specifically South Boston?

Yes, Southie.

Angiulo wanted to control everything,

loan-sharking, vending machines,

all the rackets.

"OLSEN". And there were consequences.

Yeah. There was consequences.

What the f***?

Tommy.

Yeah.

Fellas.

We need you. We're looking for Suitcase.

Suitcase? The f*** did he do?

He set up Mickey.

F*** me.

Hang on a minute.

Hey, what's going on, Jimmy?

You guys looking for Suitcase?

I seen him up on Winter Hill

a few hours ago.

Need me to jump in?

Nah, we got it, Buddy.

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