You sit there with a mass murderer. A mass murderer. Your heart rate is jacked, and your hand… steady. That’s one thing I figured out about myself in prison. My hand does not shake… ever.
Look… look, I’m having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven’t slept for fucking weeks.
Yeah, that’s true. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking pills and you’re gonna what? You’re gonna close my file? Is that what you’re going to do?
I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fucking here!
Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You’re fucking ridiculous!
Two pills? Great. Why don’t you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
What the fuck did I just put myself through? I’m fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it fucking hotshot!
I’m going fucking 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!
Is there something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me? ‘Cause I’ll give you the fuckin’ answer, all right? Frank, look at me. Look at me. I’m not the fuckin’ rat. Okay? I’m not the fuckin’ rat.
You accuse me once, I put up with it. You accuse me twice… I quit. You pressure me to fear for my life and I will put a fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else. Okay?
You mean Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father’s funeral? That Stephanie?
Nothing much to it, Uncle Edward.
When you say “the family,” who do you mean exactly? You?
Maybe it would have done you some good to have some *questions* from time to time, you know? “Am I an asshole? Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?” I mean, those are questions, right? “Have I ever been good to my dying sister or am I just now pretending to be?”
Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don’t pay much, you know. It’s almost a fuckin’ feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don’t wanna be you, Frank. I don’t wanna be you
When are you gonna take Costello, huh?
I mean, what’s wrong with taking him on any one of the
million fucking felonies that you’ve seen him do, or I’ve seen him do? I mean, I mean, he murdered somebody, right? The guy fucking murders somebody, and you don’t fucking take him! What are you waiting for, honestly? I mean, do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor? Is that what you guys want?
I’m getting on a plane unless you put Queenan on the phone.
Meet up? Meet – you actually want me dead? Look, there is a RAT in your unit, that is a FACT! Alright? Where’s Queenan?
They knew you had cameras in the building! They knew EVERYTHING, alright? There is a leak from the inside! It’s real, man, smoke him out!
Let it slip through SIU that you have a sealed wiretap warrant for Costello’s apartment. Don’t tell ANYONE in our division, but tell SIU. Flush it down the pipe and see if it comes out on my end, alright? That’s what we do first, we narrow it down. Where is Queenan?
There is no one more full of shit than a cop except for a cop on TV.
Use their weapons? They signed up to use their weapons most of them but they watch enough TV so they know they have to weep there is no one more full of shit than a cop, except for a cop on TV
You’re seventy fucking years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck. You don’t need the pain in the ass, and they’re going to catch you. And you don’t need the money.
This is for you to hold. Only you. You open this if something happens to me, or if I call you and I tell you to open it.
You’re the only one I can trust, all right? Please. Look, I’m sorry to even show up here like this, you know? There’s just no one else I could give it to.
His lawyer came to me. Imagine that you rat fuck! Costello trusted me more than anyone. Sound quality good enough? Cause I was a little worried.
