The Town Quotes Page 1 2 USER REVIEWS
Doug MacRay: [voice over] Driver’s name is Arthur Shea. Former Metro Police officer, fifty-seven years old. Soon as his partner leaves with the coal bag, Artie cracks a Herald, and he don’t look up ’til the guy gets back. Marty Mcguire, Cummins Armored courier. Five- ten, two-twenty, fifty-two years old. Picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 8:12. Makes a hundred and ten dollars a day, carries a Sig nine and his about to get robbed.
[talking about the robbery]
Doug MacRay: We’re fucked if we see a helicopter. We’re fucked if we see SWAT. We see a cruiser, stop, take out the engine blocks, keep moving. No one needs to get hurt.
James Coughlin: Now these guards like to test you though. They wanna get hurt for ten dollars an hour, don’t get in the way.
Doug MacRay: Let’s go.
[Claire is standing in front of the bank vault]
Doug MacRay: What’s the time lock set for?
Claire Keesey: Nine o’clock.
Doug MacRay: Now you’re lying to us. It’s eight fifteen. Listen, it’s not your money, you understand?
[Claire nods her head]
[to Claire just as she’s about to turn to open the vault]
Doug MacRay: No distress code. Open it clean.
[a very nervous Claire tries to open the vault]
James Coughlin: Don’t stall!
[he points his gun at the bank manager’s head]
James Coughlin: This guy a fuckin’ friend of yours?
[Claire is trying nervously to turn the vault dial to open it]
[Claire keeps turning the vault dial but it’s not opening, Doug puts his hand on hers]
Doug MacRay: Take your time, okay? Breath.
[Doug put her hand back on the vault dial and this time she’s successful in opening the vault]
Desmond Elden: Hold it!
[touching his ear]
Desmond Elden: Silent alarm, this address.
James Coughlin: Who did it?
Assistant Bank Manager: Look, nobody did anything.
James Coughlin: What? Huh? What’d you day?
Assistant Bank Manager: Nobody did anything.
James Coughlin: You pull the alarm?
Assistant Bank Manager: No. No!
James Coughlin: Did you?
Assistant Bank Manager: I didn’t pull any alarm.
James Coughlin: You’re lying, you motherfucker!
[he starts hitting the bank manager with his rifle, Doug stops him]
Doug MacRay: Easy. Easy. That’s enough.
[Claire looks up and sees the tattoo on James’s neck just below his mask]
[Doug notices Claire is not in her position on the ground, he goes out the back way to see James has her]
Doug MacRay: What the fuck is this?
James Coughlin: Cops got us walled in, we’re gonna need her.
[to Claire whose in the back of the truck, blindfolded]
Doug MacRay: You’re gonna be okay. Alright. No one’s gonna hurt you.
[to Frawley, referring to how the robbery took place]
Dino Ciampa: Used the van to screen the door. Bleached the entire place with DNA. Kills all the clothing fibers so we can’t get a match. Silent bell came from cage number two. Assistant Manager’s at Beth Israel. Our guys waited for the time lock to expire. Then they had the manager open sesame.
Adam Frawley: They took a risk.
Dino Ciampa: I don’t know.
[looking at the open vault]
Adam Frawley: Ten foot steel safe, only as strong as the guy with the key.
Dino Ciampa: Found the dye pack and the tracers.
[Frawley’s cell phone beeps, he looks at the message]
Adam Frawley: Found the van. Torched.
Dino Ciampa: Where is it?
Adam Frawley: Where do you think?
Desmond Elden: Are we taking hostages now?
Doug MacRay: No. We’re not taking hostages.
Gloansy: You wanna talk to this fuckin’ asshole?
[Jem walks in]
Gloansy: Hey, speak of the fuckin’ devil. You made it. Take the scenic route?
James Coughlin: We got a problem.
Doug MacRay: What?
James Coughlin: Have a look.
[shows Doug Claire’s driving license]
Doug MacRay: So what?
Gloansy: What’s the matter? Let me see that fuckin’ thing.
[takes the license from Doug]
Gloansy: Oh, shit!
James Coughlin: Seen the fuckin’ address on there.
Gloansy: This bitch lives four blocks away from here.
James Coughlin: Yeah, I know where we are Gloans.
Gloansy: We’re gonna see this bitch on streets everyday?
Doug MacRay: She didn’t see anything.
Desmond Elden: Jesus! You sure?
Doug MacRay: Taking her for a ride didn’t help.
James Coughlin: Yeah. Alright, I’m gonna handle it.
Gloansy: How the fuck are you gonna handle this?
[Frawley is interviewing Claire at the FBI headquarters]
Adam Frawley: I understand they threatened you?
Claire Keesey: Uh-hmm. One of them took my license.
Adam Frawley: Did you try and escape at any point?
Claire Keesey: No.
Adam Frawley: Is there anything you identify about these men? Anything you can testify to?
Claire Keesey: I didn’t try to escape because they had guns.
Adam Frawley: I understand. Then they just let you go?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. They just let me go. Should I have a lawyer here?
Adam Frawley: This is a very civil libertarian thing for me to say, but anyone who lawyer’s up is guilty. I think you’re alright.
[Frawley notices Claire’s hands are shivering]
Adam Frawley: When someone endures an experience like this, there are very often residual effects. You’ll be okay. Did they say anything?
Claire Keesey: If you talk to the FBI we’ll come to your house and fuck you and kill you.
Gloansy: You’re gonna take care of it?
[Doug takes Claire’s license from Jem]
Doug MacRay: I’ll do it.
James Coughlin: What are you gonna do with this?
Doug MacRay: Cause you’re the reason we’re having this conversation.
James Coughlin: Yeah, but I’m gonna get it done.
Doug MacRay: What are you gonna get done? Huh? You’re gonna get picked up for intimidating a witness. You walk within a hundred feet of her that’s ten years. Okay, you got two strikes against you already they’re gonna bury you in the fucking jail.
[to the team of police officers]
Adam Frawley: Where are they? What are they doing right now? They got the money, now they have to clean it. Casino’s, tracks, maybe they make a big drug buy, flip it across town. They wanna go celebrate, right? V.P.D, D.E.A. I want chips, names, witnesses. Anything. We’re gonna knock on some doors see who wants to help us out. Any questions? No. Great. Let’s go.
[Krista walks out of the ladies toilet in the bar and sees Doug at the bar]
Krista Coughlin: Juice?
Doug MacRay: Yeah, juice.
[Krista goes to drop something in his drink]
Krista Coughlin: Do you want some…
[Doug gets angry and stops her from touching his drink]
Doug MacRay: Hey, don’t fuckin…what are you doin’?
Krista Coughlin: I’m just playin’.
Doug MacRay: I heard you got into a fight, Kris.
Krista Coughlin: Do I look like I got into a fight?
[Doug walks into an AA meeting and a speaker is sharing his story]
Eskimo Story Speaker: The loss, you know what I mean? The…the disappointment in yourself. The anger that turns into disappointment. The despair. Like the guy who’s sittin’ at the bar and a priest walks in, pulls up chair. The guy says, “Wait a minute.” He says, “I hate to tell you this, don’t waste your time, but I happen to know there’s no God.” The priest says, “Yeah, how’s that?” The guy says…uh, “I am an explorer in the north pole. I’ve been caught in a blindin’ storm once. Freezing. I was blinded, freezing to death and I prayed, if there is a God, save me now. Now God didn’t come.” The priest says…you know, “How’s that?” He says, “You’re alive. He must have saved you.” He said, “No. God never showed up. An Eskimo came along. Took me back to his camp and saved me.” That’s Janice. She’s my wife and she’s sittin’ right there. She’s my Eskimo.
[Doug’s followed Claire into the laundry mat. He sits down close to where she’s doing her laundry pretending to be reading]
Claire Keesey: Uh…excuse me? Are…are you doing laundry?
Doug MacRay: Huh?
Claire Keesey: Just, uh…just wandered if you had any change? The machine is out.
Doug MacRay: Can’t help you, sorry.
Claire Keesey: I can just, uh…hang them up when I get home.
[Claire notices the blood stains on her shirt and remembers the robbery, she starts to cry]
Doug MacRay: You alright?
Claire Keesey: I’m fine. I’m just…
Doug MacRay: You sure? You okay?
[Claire’s tries to hold back the tears]
Claire Keesey: Yeah. I’m fine. I’m fine. Thank you. I’m fine.
Doug MacRay: You sure?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. This is embarrassing.
Doug MacRay: No. You got nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you need help?
Claire Keesey: Just having a bad week.
Doug MacRay: I understand. I like to have a good cry at the nail salon. Just open right up to the ladies. They’re very understanding.
[Claire starts to laugh]
Doug MacRay: But you know you like the laundry mat, so that’s fine.
[Claire laughs again]
Doug MacRay: Hey, why don’t you let me buy you a drink. Make up for letting you down with the quarters. You know, see if we can turn your week around. What’s the worst that could happen?
[after FBI breaks into a suspects apartment]
Adam Frawley: Jesus Christ, Henry. Oxy, guns? It’s like Townie Christmas.
[Doug picks up Claire at her house and they get into his truck]
Doug MacRay: I should have come get your door for you, huh? What kind of guy lets you open the door…what?
Claire Keesey: I…I have to get something out there. Otherwise I’ll be pretending to listen to you all night when really I’m thinking about something else.
Doug MacRay: Okay.
Claire Keesey: A few days ago my bank was robbed. Four men took over and opened the safe. They took me as a hostage. Uh…they blind folded me and drove me around. And then they stopped and let me out over at the beach and…and one of the guys told me to walk until I felt the water on my toes. It’s the longest walk of my life, I kept thinking I’d step off a cliff. And…and then I felt the water.
Doug MacRay: I’m sorry.
Claire Keesey: It’s not your fault.
Claire Keesey: The FBI guy told me I would feel like I was in mourning.
Doug MacRay: FBI. You worked with the FBI?
Claire Keesey: Uh-hmm.
Doug MacRay: What does that mean? Guy comes by checks in on you? Give you call? That kind of thing?
Claire Keesey: Pretty much.
Doug MacRay: Do they have any suspects? Any clues? Any…anything like that?
Claire Keesey: I don’t know. Not that they’ve told me. He intimidated that they were scouring Charlestown, but they were wearing masks. So…
Doug MacRay: Shit.
Claire Keesey: I’m sure I’d recognize their voices if I heard them again.
Doug MacRay: I don’t know. Maybe harder than you think.
Claire Keesey: So what do you do for work?
Doug MacRay: Boston Sanding Gravel, I break rocks. Punch the ticket at the end of the day, slide down the back of a brontosaurus like Fred Flintstone, call it a night.
Claire Keesey: Hey, can I ask you something?
Doug MacRay: Sure can.
Claire Keesey: I volunteer at the boys and girls club in Charlestown and…
Doug MacRay: Oh, yeah?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. And well mostly the kids that pitch for us they haven’t been able to afford any ice for the rink.
Doug MacRay: Yeah, I know it’s embarrassing. City won’t put any money into that place.
Claire Keesey: Yeah, I know. Yeah, well some of the kids were calling me a ‘tunie’?
Doug MacRay: It just mean a yuppie. Someone who’s not from Charlestown, that’s all.
Claire Keesey: Oh, of course.
Doug MacRay: They’re just being punks.
James Coughlin: So we don’t need to remove her from the equation?
Doug MacRay: What?
James Coughlin: You heard me.
Doug MacRay: What are you, a trigger man now?
James Coughlin: Just loose ends, kid.
Doug MacRay: You’re gonna need the fuckin’ electric chair brought back over to Charlestown.
[Frawley and a Vericom crew chief are looking up at another crew member examining the hacked junction box above the bank that was robbed]
Vericom Crew Chief: They obviously knew how to work the box, but I like the way they
zapped the bipper to the D-5 Station.
Adam Frawley: How does one learn how to do that?
Vericom Crew Chief: Get a job with Vericom.
Dino Ciampa: Okay.
Adam Frawley: Thank you.
[crew chief walks away and Dino and Frawley walk away]
Adam Frawley: Let’s subpoena work logs, employee records. Start with everyone who lives in the Town.
Dino Ciampa: Got it.
Claire Keesey: I lied to the FBI.
Doug MacRay: What?
Claire Keesey: When the guy attached David, I could see the back of his neck and he had a tattoo.
Doug MacRay: Of what?
Claire Keesey: It was one of those fighting Irish tattoos. I’m afraid if I report it they’ll make me testify. What do you think I should do?
Doug MacRay: You tell the FBI. If the guy’s got a record, and I’m sure he does, they’ll have his tattoos on file. They’ll ring him up the next day. Robbery, weapons, he’ll get thirty years. Of course he’ll worry someone’s gonna come looking for the witness. FBI will probably want to put you in a WitSec, you know witness security. You know, he’ll probably put you somewhere, like you know in, uh…Cleveland or Arizona. You know, somewhere safe. Or…you could wait. You have a card, there’s nothin’ says you gotta play it right away. You’re the one who’s vulnerable in this situation right now. The FBI are just people, like anyone else who want to find the bad guy so that they can go home and do their supper. You have to look out for yourself, Claire.
Claire Keesey: Quite an expert.
Doug MacRay: Not really. Just watch a lot of TV. I watch a lot of CSI. So I’m a really big expert on all this. I know. And Miami CSI and New York CSI. All the…all of them I have watched.
[Claire starts to laugh]
Claire Keesey: You’re well prepared.
Doug MacRay: And Bones.
[getting out of Doug’s truck]
Claire Keesey: Do we, uh…do we know each other well enough for me to say that this truck is a little much?
Doug MacRay: [laughs] It’s my work truck. If you have problems with your Prius, I could always throw it in the back.
Claire Keesey: Now, how did you know I had Prius?
Doug MacRay: Ah…I took a guess. I’d…you…I mean it just seems like a ‘tunie’ car. Why? You really have a Prius?
Claire Keesey: Yeah.
Doug MacRay: Really!
Claire Keesey: I had a Prius. It got vandalized.
Doug MacRay: What happened?
Claire Keesey: I don’t know. I’m forced to walk a mile through the projects. There were these guys and they started you know…
Doug MacRay: What?
Claire Keesey: I’m not sure if this is the same guys who trashed my car, but…
Doug MacRay: The guys, what?
Claire Keesey: They started getting…you know it started with yelling when I walked by. And then they got really aggressive and…
Doug MacRay: Well, what were they doing?
Claire Keesey: Once glass bottles started getting thrown I started coming to terms with not being cool enough to walk through the projects.
Doug MacRay: They threw bottles at you?
Claire Keesey: I…I’m fine. I just have to, you know, go the long way. It doesn’t matter.
Doug MacRay: No. Just have to leave with it I guess. Do you remember what they looked like?
Doug MacRay: I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we’re gonna hurt some people.
[Jem pauses to think for a moment]
James Coughlin: Whose car are we gonna take?
[after breaking into Colazzo’s apartment and beating him]
James Coughlin: What did you do? Huh?
Alex Colazzo: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
James Coughlin: That’s my brother right there. What did you do to get him so cranked up, huh?
Alex Colazzo: I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
James Coughlin: You don’t know?
Alex Colazzo: No!
[Jem takes out his gun and points it at Colazzo’s head]
James Coughlin: How about now?
Alex Colazzo: Chill. Chill. Chill.
James Coughlin: Now you know?
Alex Colazzo: Chill…
James Coughlin: Hey, don’t fucking tell me to chill.
Doug MacRay: That’s enough.
James Coughlin: What did you do?
Alex Colazzo: I don’t know that the fuck you’re talking about.
James Coughlin: No?
[he shoots Colazzo in both his legs. Colazzo starts screaming in pain]
James Coughlin: There goes college soccer! Hey, look at me.
[he pulls his mask up]
James Coughlin: See my face? You tell the cops, alright. But just remember, I’ve seen yours too.
[driving in Jem’s car after leaving Colazzo’s apartment]
Doug MacRay: You can’t be up there killing people.
James Coughlin: Hey, you brought me.
[in the FBI office, Dino shows Frawley a file]
Dino Ciampa: Desmond Elden.
Adam Frawley: Yeah?
Dino Ciampa: Works at Vericom. Never seen the inside of a jail cell. Now, most of these guys get no show jobs. They take the armored truck, foreman goes ‘Yeah, guy was here yesterday’ and shows us a forged time card. But they can’t play them games at Vericom cause it’s a public company. If you don’t show up it’s a recorded sick day. And ‘Dezzy’ here has some interesting sick days. Bank Boston, Cummins Armored, Arlington Brinks, Cambridge Merchants.
Adam Frawley: Jesus Christ.
Claire Keesey: So do your parents still live in Charlestown?
Doug MacRay: Uh, no. My father, uh…finally made it out to the suburbs.
Claire Keesey: What about your mother?
Doug MacRay: I couldn’t tell you. She left when I was six.
Claire Keesey: What happened?
Doug MacRay: She left.
[Doug opens up to Claire and tells her the story of when his mother left]
Doug MacRay: Okay. The sound woke me up. Uh…at first I didn’t know what it was, it sounded like an animal that got trapped. I never heard a man cry before. I came downstairs in my underwear, I see my father in the kitchen. First thing I remember was the ashtray, it must have been a hundred cigarettes in there. Ash like a little mountain. He stopped crying, was just sitting there watching TV on a little black and white with no sound. I think he just didn’t know what else to do. He looked at me standing there in the doorway in my underwear, he says, ‘Your mother left. She’s not coming back’. Just like that. Smokin’ cigarettes and eating a TV dinner at six in the morning.
[continues telling Claire the story of how he went looking for his mother]
Doug MacRay: We lost our dog the year before and, uh…I wanted to make these posters, in case my mother was lost someone could call us. Like the guy who found our dog. To this day my father will tell you he helped me make the posters, but he didn’t. Sat in the kitchen drank a case of beer while I went up by myself on school street asking people if they’d seen my mother. Her name was Dorris. My grandmother had a place, it’s a restaurant, ‘Tangerine Flower’, so I used to imagine maybe that’s where she went. Then I came to terms with the fact that it doesn’t really matter. You know, where ever she went she had good reason to leave here. She didn’t wanna be my mother anymore and she…she wasn’t coming back. And now you know a little bit about my family, but I’m still not showing you my apartment.
Claire Keesey: How bad can it be?
[presenting surveillance photos, mug shots of the suspects of the robbery to the FBI task force]
Dino Ciampa: Desmond Elden. Systems tech at Vericom. Twenty two years old. Albert Magloan, only in Boston is a guy named Albert Magloan.
Adam Frawley: Mr. Magloan never met a car he couldn’t boost. Kind of talented individual that can start your Cherokee for you while you’re still looking for your keys.
Adam Frawley: These guys plan and execute with sophistication and discipline. And that is not our boy Coughlin. We think the architect is this guy.
[points to a surveillance photo of Doug]
Adam Frawley: Coughlin’s best friend; Douglas MacRay.
Dino Ciampa: He lives in the same house. Dated Coughlin’s sister. Who most likely mules to the Florist who used to employ MacRay’s father. You need a fucking Venne Diagram for these people.
Adam Frawley: Mac senior got life for the Nashua job which most of you should remember. Hijacked the bread truck to New Hampshire, one guard saw his face. So, they executed both of them with their own weapons. I think Mac’s legacy is now no A-car drivers allowed to leave the cab, even if there’s a gun to his partner’s head.
Dino Ciampa: Young MacRay did eight months easy for going over the counter of a BayBank with a nail gun after he washed out from pro hockey.
Agent Quinlan: Pro hokey?
Dino Ciampa: Yeah. He was a big deal for a minute. Got drafted, went to camp but here’s the shocker, he started makin’ trouble, fightin’ with guys.
Agent Quinlan: Don’t they pay you to fight in hockey?
Dino Ciampa: Not the guys in your own team.
[the other FBI agents laugh]
Adam Frawley: MacRay came home. Got into the family business.
[finishing the presentation to the FBI task force]
Adam Frawley: Now, we’re long way away from a grand jury here. And we’ll never get twenty four hour surveillance unless one of these idiots converts to Islam. So we build the case. Alright, let’s get to work.
[Claire and Doug are having lunch sitting outside the restaurant sitting area]
Claire Keesey: So, I’ve been telling all my friends about you.
Doug MacRay: Oh yeah?
Claire Keesey: Yeah.
Doug MacRay: All good I hope.
Claire Keesey: Yeah.
Doug MacRay: Did they say, uh…they’re overcome with jealousy because they can’t believe your luck. You moved to Charlestown hooked up with a rock breaking Townie.
Claire Keesey: No. They just…they just think it’s a…a rebound. A rebound from what? A robbery? I don’t know. I feel estranged from them somehow.
Doug MacRay: What? Why do you look like that?
Claire Keesey: My brother died on a day like this.
Doug MacRay: When was this?
Claire Keesey: He was little. He had lymphoma. So now on really sunny days I always think of someone dying. That’s wrong, isn’t it?
Doug MacRay: No. I’m sure he’d be glad you’re thinking about him. This is a good day. I’m having a good time.
Claire Keesey: Good. Then you’ll miss me while I’m gone.
[she gets up and goes inside the restaurant]
[while Doug is waiting for Claire to come back from the bathroom, someone pokes him in the back of the neck]
James Coughlin: Money, bitch.
[Doug freezes then turns and sees it’s Jem]
James Coughlin: What the fuck you doin’ here? Huh?
Doug MacRay: Nothin’.
James Coughlin: Nothin’? What is this? Who you here with? Huh?
[Jem sit down in Claire’s chair]
Doug MacRay: No one. Let’s get out of here.
[Doug gets up]
James Coughlin: You’re tellin’ me this is yours?
Doug MacRay: Yeah.
James Coughlin: Yeah, fuckin’ Hawaiian pizza? Come on sit down. I just got here.
Doug MacRay: I said don’t. Alright. I gotta go.
James Coughlin: Sit…sit the fuck down. Just sit down.
[just then the restaurant door opens and Claire steps back outside]
[Claire sees someone sitting at their table]
Claire Keesey: Hi.
[Jem sees Claire coming towards them and gets up]
James Coughlin: Hi…Hi.
Claire Keesey: Claire.
James Coughlin: Jem.
Claire Keesey: Jim?
James Coughlin: Jem. It’s just Jem. I’m a friend of this…this loser right here.
[he points to Doug]
Claire Keesey: Nice to meet you.
James Coughlin: Sit down. Sit down. Relax.
James Coughlin: So I saw your, uh…fuckin’ Avalanche parked around the corner.
Claire Keesey: The Avalanche?
Doug MacRay: Truck.
James Coughlin: Fuckin’ truck. His work truck right there. Dougy’s quite the worker.
Claire Keesey: Have you two known each other a long time? Or are you…
James Coughlin: Since we were six we’re like brothers. Right? But he’s never mentioned a word about you. Secrets with this one. Huh?
Claire Keesey: Did you say your name was Jim or Gem?
James Coughlin: Ah…it’s Je…Je…well it’s both actually. Um…teachers when we were growing up they always used to say ‘Hey, you can have this one, he’s a real gem.’ So I guess it kind of stuck.
James Coughlin: So what do you for yourself there, Claire?
Claire Keesey: I work in a bank. I’m a bank manager.
James Coughlin: You’re a bank manager. Sounds fun. What bank?
Claire Keesey: Cambridge Merchants. Just…just over there.
James Coughlin: Cambridge Merchants. Hey, wait that…that’s the one that just got robbed, isn’t it?
Claire Keesey: Yeah.
James Coughlin: Yeah. Yeah. Wow, I read about that. That’s crazy.
James Coughlin: So then how is it that…that you two met?
[Claire looks at Doug]
Claire Keesey: Um…we met at a Laundromat.
James Coughlin: [laughs] Okay. Love among the bleach, right? Hey, it happens more than you think.
James Coughlin: Hey, Claire, don’t get too used to your life of leisure here. Dougy here, he’s…he’s a real workaholic you know. He’s always takin’ his work home with him. Aren’t you?
[he looks at Doug]
James Coughlin: Alright.
Doug MacRay: Alright, brother.
[Doug comes in and grabs Jem on the neck covering the tattoo on the back of his neck. Jem gets up to leave]
Doug MacRay: Take care of yourself, alright? Be good.
James Coughlin: I’ll see you at home. Hey, it was nice to meet you.
Claire Keesey: You too.
[there’s a silence once Jem leaves]
Claire Keesey: Well, I guess you haven’t been telling all your friends about me.
Doug MacRay: Who are you following, Jem? Me or her?
James Coughlin: I told you. I made the Avalanche.
Doug MacRay: You got nothin’ to worry about. It’s all under control.
James Coughlin: Oh, so you’re trying to get us jammed up? Are you?
Doug MacRay: Yeah, I’m trying to get you jammed up.
James Coughlin: Tell me you got a move here, Dougy. Cause the only way I see it is you get sprung with your goddamn beer trap on some tunie pussy. Who happens to be the one goddamn person….fuck! The one person that can give us to the fucking feds.
Doug MacRay: Calm down. Alright. Don’t you think we need to be smart right now?
James Coughlin: Smart?
Doug MacRay: Yeah.
James Coughlin: Oh, yeah. Let’s start fucking all the witnesses. Right? Yeah, I’m blowing the assistant manager. Am I smart now? Huh? And no I didn’t tell the other guys when I knew they’d flip the fuck out! And I want ’em fuckin’ ready for the next thing.
Doug MacRay: I told you, the next fucking thing is not ready yet.
James Coughlin: Then fucking make it ready!
Doug MacRay: I don’t like the guards on the next thing. Alright? One kid is like fuckin’ GI Joe. He wears the vest on the outside, tucks his pants into his fuckin’ combat boots.
James Coughlin: The truck is fucking waste high.
Doug MacRay: We’ll find another truck with a driver whose a fuckin’ fat kid with his fuckin’ shit on top, who don’t think he’s special forces.
James Coughlin: Hey, look I know you’re happy in fuck city over there, but I waited nine years of Walpole for you, motherfucker. Just nine years, that’s all. I’m done waiting.
Doug MacRay: This is the last one. We hit pause after this. We get pinched, remember whose idea this was. Okay? Be ready on Friday.
[Doug’s visiting his father in prison]
Doug MacRay: Every time I look at you now it’s the red, uh…pajamas. You’re still getting into trouble with that?
Stephen MacRay: Well, you know how it is. Can’t take no shit.
Doug MacRay: You’re getting a little old for that bullshit though, aren’t you?
Stephen MacRay: Fuckin’ southie kids, they wanna run everything.
Doug MacRay: I’m thinking about, um…taking a trip. Going out of town.
Stephen MacRay: Takin’ heat?
Doug MacRay: Just makin’ a change.
Stephen MacRay: Yeah, don’t tell me ‘making a change’. Either you got heat or you don’t. I heard a bread truck got dropped.
Doug MacRay: Oh yeah? I didn’t hear about it.
Doug MacRay: Let me ask you somethin’, in case I don’t see you again. How come you never, um…how come you never looked for her?
Stephen MacRay: Uh…look for who?
Doug MacRay: For ma? For my mother? How come you never looked for her? How come you never tried to call for her? Look for her or ask around?
Stephen MacRay: Look, when your mother left you cried so hard you were throwing up. All over Parlem. So I told you if you looked around you might find her. It was a…to give you an activity. I didn’t think you’d carry it like a fuckin’ disease. What, you wanna think she was an angel? Go ahead. Well, look out your front door. How many twenty-two year old girls are out there, they’re fuckin’ around with kids they don’t want. And, you know…no sense in their heads. And you mother was no different. That’s the hard truth. I made my piece with it. You make yours. I didn’t look for her because there was nothin’ to find.
[there’s a pause as Doug looks at his father]
Stephen MacRay: Look I gotta die five times before I get out of here. Bye…I’ll see you again. This side or the other.
[he gets up to leave]
Claire Keesey: So I saw your picture yesterday.
Doug MacRay: Are you sure it was me?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. I’m pretty sure.
Doug MacRay: Oh, the, uh…the boys and girls club?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. It was under a local hero’s banner.
Doug MacRay: Got real low standards for who qualifies on that.
Claire Keesey: Apparently you were drafted.
Doug MacRay: Yeah. I was, uh…I was slow and I couldn’t skate backwards. That’s…you’re supposed to be able to skate backwards for pro hockey. But I could shoot, you know. And I could hit anything with a hockey puck. But I got drafted and, uh…just didn’t do what it took to make the team. And when I got a second chance, I blew that too. So, they sent me home. That was it. I look at that picture and I see a twenty year old kid who thinks he’s…you know…got it all figured out right before he’s about to throw it all away.
[he leans in and kisses Claire]
Total Quotes: 109
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