Witness Protection

1

- ( GUNSHOTS )

- Stay here.

- Stay here.

- ( CINDY EXCLAIMING )

- Daddy!

- Cindy:
Oh my god, the baby!

- Daddy!

- Cindy:
Baby, Seanie!

Bobby:
Get down!

Get down.

Stay in the house.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

( MUFFLED GUNSHOT )

- ( CINDY SCREAMING )

- Bobby:
Stay in the house.

- ( MUFFLED GUNSHOTS )

- Daddy.

Bobby:
Get down.

( SUZIE CRYING )

Shh, it's all over.

It's all over. It's all over.

Shh, shh, shh.

Suzie, climb in and sit down, quick, quick.

( DISTANT DOG BARKING )

( DISTANT SIREN WAILING )

- Bobby:
Let me talk to Theo.

- Cindy:
What's this all about?

- Hey, Jimmy, Jimmy...

- Tell me what's going on.

Someone just tried to kill me.

I know what time it is!

Wake him up.

Just talk to Theo.

- What are you talking about, he doesn't want to talk to me?

- What?

- Just put him on the phone.

- He's gotta help us.

Bobby:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

There's been a big misunderstanding.

Cindy:
Misunderstanding?

Bobby, just talk to Theo.

Just put Theo on the f***ing phone!

Sweetheart, just...

look, let me handle this.

Jimmy, are you there?

Okay, this is me talking.

This is Bobby.

Okay?

I play ball with your son.

Who said

I was doctoring the books?

Because whoever it is is a goddamn liar.

Someone close to me?

What do you mean?

How close?

Jimmy, Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Let's go.

( CINDY SPEAKING SOFTLY )

We could go to your cousin Frank.

( SOFTLY )

No family.

They'll go there first.

Joe Glinds would help us.

No, he's involved.

Everybody I know is connected.

I can't even go to my own crew...

nobody.

Anybody even talks to me... they're dead.

Theo is the law.

I'm a leper now.

When I find out who did this to me...

Hey, shh, shh, shh.

Hey.

We just need some time, that's all.

You've always patched things up before.

This is different.

This is different.

So it's just us?

Yeah?

Us and the kids?

Maybe that's not so bad.

They're after me,

not you or the kids.

I'm putting you in danger.

Hey, hey, don't.

- We have to stick together.

- I know.

We'll do something.

We'll sell the house...

sell the damn house.

We'll go someplace.

They will trace the house sale.

You buy anything, you rent a video,

they track the credit card.

Everything is computerized...

your social security number.

You could be in Iowa

and they can get your name from a sears mailing list

after you buy a freaking garden hose.

( SIGHS )

I don't know.

It's just...

( CHUCKLES )

What?

Hey, what did you do that for?

I was on the phone.

Honey, I let him call Debbie.

Did you tell her where we are?

Yeah.

Yeah, right after I called Theo.

Sean, this is not the time.

Does she have caller I.D.?

Oh my god, no.

This is the plan?

Stay in cheesy motels and eat junk food...

that's the plan?

( PHONE RINGING )

You give Debbie the number?

Yeah.

We're staying another day.

Where are you going?

I have to get some air.

( CAR ENGINE STARTS )

( TIRES SCREECH )

Bobby:
Maybe I stepped out of line.

Maybe I didn't think it through.

But I set up the business, not him.

We've known each other all these years.

You know he's been robbing me,

not the other way around.

I think Theo's time

is passed.

Why not you and I?

We have enough loyalty between the two of us.

Bobby,

now I've listened for all the good times,

but I'm sorry.

And don't trust me again,

for both our sakes.

( BOBBY WHISPERING )

What are the feds doing in our house?!

The F.B.I.?

What are the f...

when I find out who gave me up...

Motherf***er.

Hey, baby.

We can't live like this.

The kids have got to go to school.

Things just keep getting worse.

There's gotta be some way out of this,

somewhere we can go, someone.

It's okay.

Just make it go away.

Just make it go away.

- Just make it go away.

- Shh, I'll fix it.

( SOBS )

I'll fix it.

Sharp:
Robert Francis Batton,

a.k.a. Bobby Bats, Bobby B,

Batman,

career criminal

straight out of South Boston,

three years in juvenile hall,

currently the President

of Steel Barrel Democratic club,

a.k.a. The Donkey Club, a local political group.

The funny thing is

that the Democratic Party Association

has never heard of you, Bob, and that of course is because

The Donkey Club is a front for Theo Cruise's

gambling, loan-sharking and extortion activities.

Theo Cruise out of Charlestown.

Just a couple of Crazy Micks, eh?

What, do you guys say the Rosary together?

If you had anything on me,

you would have already arrested me.

Is that right?

We've got a 16-count indictment on you, Bob.

We just didn't know where you were.

And then bingo... you come walking in my front door.

It's kind of ironic, don't you think?

Without a lawyer?

I don't need one.

Really?

We at the U.S. Attorney's office,

as well as my colleagues here in the F.B.I.,

were about to move in on your tired asses

when Theo decided to kill you.

Actually we thought you took off on us, Bob.

But we weren't worried,

'cause guys like you always turn up.

So arrest me.

See,

as much as I would love to do that,

we want Theo more than we want you.

No offense.

But we don't just want him

on some wussy little gambling indictment.

We want Theo Cruise for the 1989 double murder

of Longshoremen Association officials

Fred OMalley and Frank Gwynne.

And I think you're just the guy that can help us.

No, no, no, no.

Don't you f*** with me!

Don't you f*** with me.

You walked in here.

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