Black Mass

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?

Correct.

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?

Correct.

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.

- Sorry, buddy. I can't let you in. - 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 fuck are you? - I'm 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 or 3 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 shit in the middle of the floor

if that's what you want to 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?

Get the fuck out of my fucking way, you fuckin' retard!

Tough guy wants to dance? Come on! Step the fuck up!

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 fuckin' eye out right there in front of everybody.

And Connors was fuckin' in there. He couldn't even look. He had to look away.

Connors ain't no tough guy. Denucci whipped his ass in 59.

Of course he did. He's a professional fighter.

- Yeah, so's Connors. - Connors is a tough kid,

but, you know, Joe Denucci's the real thing, it's all I'm saying.

Well, I'm saying that Connors didn't want no part of this broad.

- Hey, you know something? - What?

For 15 straight minutes,

I been watching you...

putting your big fat fuckin' fingers into your disgusting mouth

which is filled with God knows what kind of fuckin' bacteria,

and then you take the same big fat fuckin' filthy fingers...

and you stuff 'em back into the bowl that is there for public consumption.

Now, what the fuck are you thinkin', John?

Well, I wasn't thinking, Jimmy. I'm sorry.

Just don't do it again.

Jimmy. Sorry to bother you.

We got trouble outside.

Fuck!

- Ronald, hold him up straight! - Put him up against the car!

Get him up!

Put a stop to it.

Charlie! Charlie, he's a fucking kid, Charlie. Come on.

- Fuck! He's fucking dead! - Charlie. Come here.

- What the fuck, Jimmy? - Shut up.

You're fuckin' dead...

Did I fuckin' tell you to shut up? You listen to me. I won't say it twice.

- Get in the fuckin' bar. - Come on, pretty boy.

Hey, you know Charlie, the guy you were just beatin' on?

- Yeah. - Yeah, he's Charlie McTiernan.

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

- How the fuck am I supposed to know that? - I don't know.

Good luck, kid.

Get in the fuckin' car.

No, no, no, no. You drive.

Are we meetin' Carmelo out here?

What the fuck, Jimmy? What are we doin' here?

- I mean... - Kill the engine.

Jimmy, look, I'm... I'm sorry. I was doing my job.

Shut the fuck up.

Right, that's enough.

You got something I like, kid.

It's Kevin, right? Meet Joey Angiulo.

And just fucking like that, I was Winter Hill.

And it was a big deal to me.

What'd you do?

Everyday, small-time stuff... the rackets, driving around making pickups,

checking on our vending machines, you know.

And listenin' to Mickey bullshit.

So, this guy at the Libra Lounge in Revere over there

is tellin' me that the porn stars in California,

they eat a lot of celery before they're gonna perform, you know?

Wait. Stop for a second. That's old Mrs. Cody.

- Mickey, you remember old Mrs. Cody? - Of course I do.

Going strong. Look at her.

Pardon me, Mrs. Cody, but I think I smell a little Shepherd's pie

sneaking out of that bag there. Am I right?

- I live and I breathe, it's Jimmy! - It is.

When did you get out of Alcatraz?

- That's nearly 10 years ago now, Mrs. Cody. - More than a minute.

Well, it's wonderful to have you back in the neighborhood, son.

- You remember Mickey, don't you? - Hello, there.

How are you, sweetheart? It's nice to see you.

You know this kid, Kevin? Your paper boy, right?

I grew up a little bit.

Make sure everything gets put away nice. She got everything she needs.

The truth of the matter is, a lot of people in Southie loved Jimmy.

And you'd include John Connolly in that group?

Well, especially John Connolly.

I mean, he grew up in the projects a few doors down from the Bulger brothers.

He was tight with Billy, but like every other kid in the neighborhood,

he was in awe of Jimmy.

The story goes, when he was growing up, Connolly was taking a beating from some guys,

and Jimmy stepped in and saved his ass, I guess.

...to focus on this office's top priority,

which is the north end of the Italian mafia, led by Gennaro Angiulo.

He's a hell of a cop, he's a straight shooter, and...

well, we're damn lucky to have him. Welcome, John.

You know, Southie kids...

we went straight from playing cops and robbers on the playground

to doing it for real in the streets.

And just like on the playground, it wasn't always easy to tell who's who.

There he is.

Oh, John!

- How are you? - Yeah, good.

If I'm buying anyone, I'm buying Gary Carter.

- That kid is a star in the making. - Which is why it'll never happen.

Not in a million fuckin' years. You know why?

Because it's the Sox.

So, seriously, what do I call you now?

I mean, is it Billy? Or I got to call you Senator?

Oh, come on. I'm the one drooling here. Mr. FBI hero.

- How's the wife? How's Marianne? - Great. Can't complain.

Well, look at you. Look at you.

I haven't forgotten where we came from.

"Don't you ever do that again. I want to see you throw the first punch,

and throw the first two punches."

Oh, man. I got to get down to the old harbor.

You ought to, John. Your ma would love to see you.

How's... how's your brother? How is Jimmy?

Jimmy's Jimmy. You know? Why do you ask?

Well, it's no secret that Southie's been a war zone lately.

What, with 60, 70 slayings?

But your brother and his Winter Hill boys, they're still out there.

They must be doing something right. Right?

All right, John. Let's call this what it is.

- You're jerking me off to get to Jimmy. - I'm not.

Jimmy's business is Jimmy's business. It sure as hell ain't none of mine.

I got an edict to eradicate the mafia.

And I know that Jimmy and Stephen Flemmi

are musclin' in on their numbers rackets and their vending machines.

And I know that this ain't sitting very well with Angiulo.

- I don't want to hear this. - You need to hear this, Billy.

Your brother...

is wading in some very dark waters.

You know...

we all need friends.

Even Jimmy.

Even you.

Nobody gets there on their own. Ain't that right, Senator?

You know what, John? It's good to see you doing so well.

Really, it is. Give my regards to the boys at the Plaza.

Listen, you don't want to give that to Jimmy, fine. But just...

tell him I said...

Hello, and I'm back.

Oh, if Jimmy wants to get in touch, he'll find you. Trust me.

You ought to come over to dinner sometime. Mary and the kids would love to see you.

- Robert, how are things? - How are you, Senator?

Good to see you.

Oh, there she is.

Agent Marianne.

Hands where I can see 'em.

- Looks good. You're making progress. - Thank you, Agent Connolly.

Did you save Boston yet?

It's early, but I'm working on it.

You better work hard, because Hoover's expecting big things from his favorite son.

- He won't be disappointed. - Oh, is that so?

Hey, little thief.

What are you doing? I know what you want.

- Jimmy? Is that you? - What you looking for?

Good morning, ma.

How was work?

It was long. I got to get some sleep, sweetheart.

- How we doin'? - All right, hey.

You still owe me $56. What do you say?

- All right, one hand? One hand. - Yeah, yeah.

And $56 is still a lot of money, Jimmy.

Don't I know it. You gonna cheat me again or you gonna play straight?

Look who's talkin'. Cheat.

Jimmy... get the jacket off.

Here we go.

- Gin. - Come on! Not again.

You're not paying attention.

Can't you see I'm after hearts? And you just keep feeding me hearts!

- Billy, I'm getting creamed over here. - Better you than me.

Did you learn nothing in prison?

All those hours and no one taught you how to play gin.

Well, they didn't teach me how to cheat against my mom.