The Town Quotes – ‘I’ll see you again. This side or the other.’

Starring: Ben Affleck, Rebecca Hall, Jon Hamm, Jeremy Renner, Blake Lively, Slaine, Owen Burke, Titus Welliver, Pete Postlethwaite, Chris Cooper, Victor Garber

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

Story:

Crime thriller directed and co-written by Ben Affleck. The story follows Doug MacRay (Ben Affleck), who leads a band of ruthless bank robbers and has no real attachments except for James (Jeremy Renner), who, despite his dangerous temper, is like a brother. Everything changes for Doug when James briefly takes a hostage, bank employee Claire Keesey (Rebecca Hall). Learning that she lives in the gang’s neighborhood, Doug seeks her out to discover what she knows, instead he falls in love with her. As the romance deepens, he wants out of his criminal life, but Doug realizes that his only hope for finding a happy future is to betray the only family he’s ever known.

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‘People get up every day, tell themselves something's going to change their lives. They never do.’ - Doug MacRay (The Town) Click To Tweet ‘No matter how much you change, you still have to pay the price for the things you've done.’ - Doug MacRay (The Town) Click To Tweet

Best Quotes (Total Quotes: 109)

[first lines]
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 want to 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 fucking 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 going to need her.

[to Claire whose in the back of the truck, blindfolded]
Doug MacRay: You’re going to be okay. Alright. No one’s going to 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 want to talk to this fucking asshole?
[Jem walks in]
Gloansy: Hey, speak of the fucking 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 fucking thing.
[takes the license from Doug]
Gloansy: Oh, shit!
James Coughlin: Seen the fucking address on there.
Gloansy: This bitch lives four blocks away from here.
James Coughlin: Yeah, I know where we are Gloans.

Gloansy: We’re going to 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 going to handle it.
Gloansy: How the fuck are you going to 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.

[to Jem]
Gloansy: You’re going to take care of it?
[Doug takes Claire’s license from Jem]
Doug MacRay: I’ll do it.
James Coughlin: What are you going to do with this?
Doug MacRay: Because you’re the reason we’re having this conversation.
James Coughlin: Yeah, but I’m going to get it done.
Doug MacRay: What are you going to get done? Huh? You’re going to 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 going to 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 want to go celebrate, right? V.P.D, D.E.A. I want chips, names, witnesses. Anything. We’re going to 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 fucking, what are you doing?
Krista Coughlin: I’m just playing.

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 disappointment in yourself. The anger that turns into disappointment. The despair. Like the guy who’s sitting 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 blinding 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 sitting 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 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 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 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 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? 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 going to need the fucking 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 going to 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 nothing says you got to 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: 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’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 going to hurt some people.
[Jem pauses to think for a moment]
James Coughlin: Whose car are we going to 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 because 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. Smoking 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 want to be my mother anymore and 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 making 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 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 doing here? Huh?
Doug MacRay: Nothing.
James Coughlin: Nothing? 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 telling me this is yours?
Doug MacRay: Yeah.
James Coughlin: Yeah, fucking Hawaiian pizza? Come on sit down. I just got here.
Doug MacRay: I said don’t. Alright. I got to go.
James Coughlin: 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 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, fucking Avalanche parked around the corner.
Claire Keesey: The Avalanche?
Doug MacRay: Truck.
James Coughlin: Fucking 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: Uh, 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 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 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 a real workaholic you know. He’s always taking 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 nothing 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. Because 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 them fucking 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 fucking GI Joe. He wears the vest on the outside, tucks his pants into his fucking combat boots.
James Coughlin: The truck is fucking waste high.
Doug MacRay: We’ll find another truck with a driver whose a fucking fat kid with his fucking 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: Fucking southie kids, they want to run everything.

Doug MacRay: I’m thinking about, um, taking a trip. Going out of town.
Stephen MacRay: Taking heat?
Doug MacRay: Just making 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 something, 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 fucking disease. What, you want to 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 fucking 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 nothing to find.
[there’s a pause as Doug looks at his father]
Stephen MacRay: Look I got to 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]

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[Claire and Doug are in her apartment and they’ve just kissed]
Doug MacRay: Hey, actually can we go into your room? Because my uncle, a bus driver, lives right across the way and he can see right into this apartment.
Claire Keesey: Yes.

[on their way to the robbery just before they put on their masks]
Gloansy: Say your prayers. Here we go. Here we go.

[Doug is in the FBI interrogation room when Frawley comes in]
Adam Frawley: You and your boys didn’t just roll a star market over in Malden for a box of quarters. No, you decided to bang it out at The North End at nine o’clock in the morning with assault rifles. You fucking dummies shot a guard. Now you look like half off sales big and tall, every cop is in line. Fortunately though, for you, this guard who is two thirds from retard has miraculously clung to life. Now, if it were up to me and they gave me two minutes and a wet towel, I would personally asphyxiate this halfwit so we can string you up on a federal M-1. End of story with a bag on your head and paralyzing agent running through your veins. This isn’t fucking Townie hopscotch anymore, Doug. But I did want to say one thing.

[Frawley leans over the table and looks Doug right in the eye]
Adam Frawley: You’re here today so that I can personally tell you that you’re going to die in federal prison and so are all your friends. No deal, no compromise. And when that day comes and when you start trying to be my hero collaborator so hard that I have to slap you to shut up, and it will come, despite your pitiable misguided Irish ‘Omerta’. When your code of silence finally gives way, the fear of trafficking and cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement, I just want you to know that it’s going to be me who tells you to fuck yourself.

[to Frawley and Ciampa]
Doug MacRay: Hey, next time you guys want to take pictures of me, just call ahead. You know, we can do better than a barbecue. A calendar shoot, you know, maybe topless, lubed up. Whatever you guys are into. The FBI car antennas are half inch mat black about three quarters way down the rear windshield. Statie a pigtail, BPD half and half. Every pewee in town knows what an FBI rear antenna looks like. So in the future you guys need try to be slick, be slicker than a six year old. I got to get back to work. Can I go?
[he gets up to leave the interrogation room]
Doug MacRay: Good luck with that print.

Doug MacRay: Why didn’t you tell me you quit your job at the bank?
Claire Keesey: I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what’s in the box?
Doug MacRay: What, this?
Claire Keesey: Uh-hmm.
Doug MacRay: Anybody, uh, call you or, uh, say anything to you or anything like that? After?
Claire Keesey: Nope.
Doug MacRay: Well, what are you going to do?
Claire Keesey: You know what, I don’t know. I can, uh, teach, volunteer full-time. I have a little saved, so.
Doug MacRay: What if I told you I was going to quit my job too?
Claire Keesey: Ah, well then I guess I’d have company.
Doug MacRay: We do it together. Here…
[gives the box to Claire]
Doug MacRay: It’s just a necklace, that’s all. Why don’t we go, uh, away together, take a trip from here or something like that? You know just for fun.
[Claire looks at the necklace]
Doug MacRay: Is it alright? It took me forever to pick it out. You know the lady at…
Claire Keesey: It’s beautiful, but tell me, you know, you didn’t sell your truck?
Doug MacRay: No. Someone took over the payments.

Doug MacRay: You know people get up every day, tell themselves something’s going to change their lives. They never do. I’m going to change mine. Why don’t you do it with me?
Claire Keesey: Okay. Well, where would we go?
Doug MacRay: Come with me, I don’t care. We can go wherever you want. I mean, you know, there’s things, a few things you still don’t know about me. Uh…
Claire Keesey: What do you mean?
Doug MacRay: I’d just understand if you have some reservations, you know. Between the kind of things people say about me and, uh, things I’m not proud of, leave a lot of room.
Claire Keesey: I know who you are.
Doug MacRay: You do?
Claire Keesey: Yeah, I do. Yeah.
Doug MacRay: Does that mean you want to go with me?
Claire Keesey: Yeah. Let’s start now.
Doug MacRay: Okay.

[at the FBI offices]
Adam Frawley: What is it?
Dino Ciampa: Phone conversation between Claire Keesey at a burner cell about an hour ago. See if you can recognize the voice.
[he turns on the taped call and Frawley recognizes Doug’s voice talking to Claire]

[at Claire’s apartment]
Adam Frawley: I didn’t realize you left your job at the bank.
Claire Keesey: Uh, oh yeah. Yeah. Last week. I’m sorry, was I supposed to notify someone?
[Frawley shakes his head then picks up the box with the necklace that Doug gave to Claire]
Claire Keesey: Yeah. It was a gift.
Adam Frawley: Fancy.
Adam Frawley: We have our suspects. I came by to share this with you.
[takes out the photos from the envelope he’s holding]
Adam Frawley: James Coughlin. Albert Magloan. Desmond Elden. Part of the crew that we tied into the bank job at North End and at least three other armed car robberies.
[he shows her the next photo which is a mug shot of Doug]
Adam Frawley: Look familiar? You opened the safe for him. He left you unharmed. And now the two of you are carrying on a relationship about which you lied to the FBI. I was wrong, you do need a lawyer.

James Coughlin: Florist.
Doug MacRay: Florist, what?
James Coughlin: Came through.
Doug MacRay: Jesus Christ!
James Coughlin: It’s large Dougy. It’s large.
Doug MacRay: We’re smoked. Punt it. Look, pick up an extra guy. Alright. We’ll go with three guys. Fucking be smart and boot it.
James Coughlin: Are you sure you’re not going?
Doug MacRay: No.
James Coughlin: And why’s that?
Doug MacRay: Because we got a ton of heat on us for one thing.

Doug MacRay: You know what, forget it. Do what you want to do. I’m done.
James Coughlin: What?
Doug MacRay: I’m done.
James Coughlin: You’re done?
Doug MacRay: What does it sound like?
James Coughlin: I don’t know. What does that mean?
Doug MacRay: What the fuck do you think it means?
James Coughlin: Does that mean ‘you’re done’? Sounds like a bunch of fucking bullshit.
Doug MacRay: Let me put it to you this way, I’m putting this whole fucking town in my rear view.
James Coughlin: There’s people I can’t make you walk away from.
Doug MacRay: What? Woow!
James Coughlin: Come on.
Doug MacRay: Are you serious, Jimmy? She’s not my kid.

Doug MacRay: Cut it out. All you give a fuck about is coke and X-Box. Now you’re trying to play it off like you care about Shyne. Come on now!
James Coughlin: You know what your fucking problem is?
Doug MacRay: What?
James Coughlin: You think you’re better than people.
Doug MacRay: Uh-huh.
James Coughlin: Mr. Fucking Clean. Mr. Perfect Goddamn Highty Mighty, right?
Doug MacRay: [sarcastically] Yep. I’m better than all these people. You’re right.
James Coughlin: Yeah. That’s what you think.
Doug MacRay: I’m better than anybody in this fucking project.
James Coughlin: You grew up right here. The same rules that I did.
Doug MacRay: Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not letting me, letting me do shit. Alright. Here’s a little chee-chee for you, it’s never going to be me and you and your sister and Shyne fucking playing house up there. Alright? You got it? Get that in your fucking head! I’m tired of your one way fucking bull shit! If you want to see me again come down and visit me in Florida.
[suddenly Jem hits Doug and they start to fight]

[after having a fight]
James Coughlin: They told me Brendan Lee, he was coming down here to roll up on you with a Glock twenty one. So I came over here and I put him in the fucking ground. It’s been nine year, bro. Now you don’t got to thank me, but you’re not walking away.
Doug MacRay: I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. You’re family took me in when my father went away. You’re like a brother to me, but I’m leaving. You can shoot me, go ahead. But you’re going to have to shoot me in the back.

[Doug visits Fergie in his florist shop]
Doug MacRay: How you doing, Fergie? Listen, uh, I just wanted to stop by and tell you myself, whatever this thing is you got going on, I think my guys can handle it without me, Fergie.
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: I wouldn’t hire them without you. I wouldn’t hire you without them. You’re a unit.
Doug MacRay: Look, with all due respect I didn’t come here for a debate. I’m not doing it, so, you know, work it out however you can. I, uh…
[Doug reaches in his pocket at the same time Fergie’s bodyguard, Rusty, starts to stand]
Doug MacRay: [to Rusty] Calm down. Okay.

[Doug Rusty a package which looks like money]
Doug MacRay: This goes against my better judgment but just out of respect, smooth things over. Take this, Fergie. Alright.
[Doug puts the package of money on the table]
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: Not going to cut it. Do you think I’m going to put Joe flipper-head on this? You’re going to do what I ask.
Doug MacRay: Okay. Let me ask you something, who the fuck do you think you are? The only guy in Charlestown with a gun? You guys run numbers and pump dope. You’re an old guy with a fucked up face who don’t know his glory years are behind him. I ain’t fucking workin’ for ya. Got it? You got to problem with that I live at Five-Five-one, Bunk Hill Street. Stop by anytime. You know where to find me.

[just as Doug is about to walk out of the shop]
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: You’re going to do this for me or I’m going to clip your nuts like I clipped your daddy’s.
Doug MacRay: Don’t talk about my father.
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: Son, I knew your daddy. He worked for me for years. Years. Then he wanted his own thing. Play the Horses? You know how they geld the horse? With a knife, or with the chemicals. Because your daddy said no to me, I did him the chemical way. Gave your mother a taste, put the hook into her. She doped up good and proper. Hung herself with a wire down on Melnea Cass. And you, running around the neighborhood looking for her. Your daddy didn’t have the heart to tell his son that he was looking for a suicide doper who was never coming home. If there’s a heaven son, she ain’t in it.
[Doug doesn’t say a word. Rusty reaches under the counter for his gun]
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: So, I hear you got a nice sweet new girlfriend. Lives on the park. I don’t want to send her funeral arrangement to your house. But I will if I have to. Now I know where to find you.

[Doug goes to Claire’s apartment]
Doug MacRay: Claire? Claire?
[Claire doesn’t answer, he goes over to the bathroom and sees the door slightly ajar, he pushes it open and sees Claire sitting on the floor she’s been crying]
Claire Keesey: Get out.
Doug MacRay: You okay?
Claire Keesey: Get out.
Doug MacRay: Hold on one second.
[she indicates her cell phone]
Claire Keesey: I have this on 911.
Doug MacRay: Alright, you need to give me a chance to explain myself first. Okay?
Claire Keesey: No. You had a chance.
Doug MacRay: Who talked to you?
Claire Keesey: The FBI, Doug.
Doug MacRay: You have to listen to me. You have to let me explain this. You understand? There’s a lot going on here, Claire. You…
Claire Keesey: You go to fucking hell! Fucking hell!

Claire Keesey: Why did you do this to me?
Doug MacRay: Claire, I’m sorry. Okay. I was going to tell you. I came over here that night to tell you.
Claire Keesey: What? The night you fucked me? Is that your thing? It’s not enough to terrorize someone you have to, you have to fuck them, too?
Doug MacRay: Listen to me. Calm down.
Claire Keesey: No! No!
Doug MacRay: Claire…
[Doug comes close to hold her but she pushes him away]
Claire Keesey: Get out! I never want to see you again. Never. Never.
[Doug walks out]

[Doug walks into the Florist’s shop just as Fergie and Rusty are about to close shop]
Doug MacRay: Alright, I’m in. But if anything happens to her if I think anything might happen to her, I’m coming back here and I’m going to kill both of ya in your own shop.

[Doug heads to Claire’s garden plot where she’s sat working silently]
Doug MacRay: Claire, I just want to talk to you, just for two minutes. Okay? Come on.
[Claire gets up to leave]
Doug MacRay: Wait, I would never hurt you.
Claire Keesey: I don’t know what you would…
[Doug goes to grab her arm and she flinches away]
Claire Keesey: Don’t fucking touch me.
Doug MacRay: Alright. I’m sorry. Just listen to me for a second, alright? I will never lie to you again, okay.
Claire Keesey: Really?
Doug MacRay: Yes, I promise you. Ask me anything you want. I’ll tell you the truth.
Claire Keesey: Why? I won’t believe you.
Doug MacRay: Yes, you will.
Claire Keesey: Why?
Doug MacRay: Because you’ll fucking hate the answers.

Claire Keesey: You knew I was the manager at the bank, right?
Doug MacRay: Yep.
Claire Keesey: Were you following me?
Doug MacRay: Yes.
Claire Keesey: How many banks have you robbed?
Doug MacRay: Six trucks, two banks.
Claire Keesey: Have you ever killed anyone?
Doug MacRay: No. Think about it, alright? I will never lie to you. I will never hurt you. And if I lose you, I will regret that for the rest of my life. Just wait for me.
[he walks away from her]

[to Doug, Jem, Desmond and Gloansy]
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: You know it’s funny, I can see your daddy’s faces in you. All of you’s. Reminds me I’m still in the ring. Still taking the punches. Still ahead on point. Now, I have a fella on the inside there, he likes to play the ponies. It’s a gambling sickness. He couldn’t pick a horse to save his fucking life. But courtesy of this sick man I have this…
[holds up an envelope]

[showing the boys a diagram of how the cash is brought out of the safe]
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: Cash is brought out and stacked fifteen minutes before the van does the pickup. That is when you hit. On Monday morning, before game stands in New York, sixty thousand beers, food, merchandise. Total call; three and a half million. Taking down the cathedral of Boston? Priceless.

[at the baseball stadium]
Doug MacRay: How long do you think it’s going to take for Rusty dumps the inside man when this thing is over?
James Coughlin: We should have picked our horses.
Doug MacRay: It’s going to be a motherfucker you know that, right?
James Coughlin: Well, if it were easy kid, everybody would do it.

[Frawley walks up to Krista whose sitting at the bar]
Adam Frawley: Seems we’re having a bit of a staring contest over there.
Krista Coughlin: What can I say the boys like me.
Adam Frawley: I bet they do.
Krista Coughlin: What are you doing down here? Slumming?
Adam Frawley: I work with the FBI.
Krista Coughlin: Me too.
[Krista starts to laugh]
Adam Frawley: Well, you must be new.
Krista Coughlin: Yeah, alright. Doesn’t mean you’re getting fucked though. You got to kiss the rabbit if you want the tail. My mom taught me that.

Adam Frawley: You used to hang around with Doug MacRay a little bit, huh?
Krista Coughlin: How do you know Dougy?
Adam Frawley: We sort of worked together.
Krista Coughlin: Sand and Gravel?
Adam Frawley: No. No.
[he pulls out some money]
Adam Frawley: You a pretty decent judge of size?
Krista Coughlin: Depends. Size of what?
[Frawley holds up some money]
Adam Frawley: How big would you say this is? Six inches? Over or under.
Krista Coughlin: Under.
Adam Frawley: Wrong. Six point one four inches exactly. I know everything there is to know about money. Thickness? Point O-O-four three inches. Weight? About one gram. Which is interesting because that means that this twenty dollar bill isn’t even worth its own weight in oxy.

Adam Frawley: So how’s it work? Bartender gets a call? You pick up a package at Point A, deliver it to Point B, Florist gives you C. You’re thinking on running out on me. It’s not that simple, because you see I start waving this around in here…
[shows her his badge]
Adam Frawley: …bad for you.
Krista Coughlin: I want a lawyer.
Adam Frawley: Good, get one. It’s all about protecting yourself, right? Not even yourself. Your daughter.
Krista Coughlin: Don’t talk about my daughter.
Adam Frawley: How long were you with MacRay?
Krista Coughlin: All my life.
Adam Frawley: In all those years that you were together, how many diamond necklaces did he give you?

Doug MacRay: You know if this thing goes right, could be your turn to step away, too.
James Coughlin: Yeah. Sure. What am I going to do? Dougy, huh? Go down to Margaritaville, drink half a yard and fall of the fucking bar stools?
Doug MacRay: Do me a favor, the weight of this thing, pack a parachute at least.
James Coughlin: You know the funniest thing about being in prison guys pretending they want to get out. I can’t do any more time, Dougy. So if we get jammed up, we’re holding court on the street.

[Doug’s in his hotel room when there’s a knock on the door and Kris walks in holding her daughter]
Doug MacRay: What the fuck you doing here, Kris?
Krista Coughlin: I need to talk to you.
Doug MacRay: Not a great time, hon.
Krista Coughlin: I know.
Doug MacRay: You know. Okay. Well, what do you want?
Krista Coughlin: Dez told me you were here. I miss you, beautiful.
Doug MacRay: Kris, you could do thirty years for walking in through the door. Okay? Do you understand that? For being here. You can’t be bringing the kid in here. You got it?
Krista Coughlin: I don’t fucking care.
Doug MacRay: You can’t stay.
Krista Coughlin: I don’t want to stay. I want to go with you.

Krista Coughlin: I want to change, too, Doug.
Doug MacRay: Jesus Christ!
Krista Coughlin: Why the fuck can’t I change? I could be a different person
Doug MacRay: Jesus Christ!
Krista Coughlin: You tell me what you want me to do. I’ll be whoever you want me to be.
Doug MacRay: I’m leaving with somebody else.
Krista Coughlin: Oh, yeah?
Doug MacRay: Yeah.
Krista Coughlin: Why isn’t she here then? Huh?
Doug MacRay: What do you want me to tell you?
Krista Coughlin: She’s going away with you, why isn’t she here?
Doug MacRay: Because she’s not here.

[referring to the hotel room]
Krista Coughlin: Such a trashy little fuck pad.
[kicks a chair]
Doug MacRay: Take it easy.
Krista Coughlin: After a Tiffany necklace, I thought a room at the Ritz!
Doug MacRay: Huh? What’d you say? Where did you hear that? Where did you hear about a necklace?
Krista Coughlin: A little bird.
[he grabs her]
Doug MacRay: Fucking smart ass. Who told you that? Answer me! Who told you about a necklace?
Krista Coughlin: I know you’d rather see a rope around my neck.
[Shyne begins to cry]
Doug MacRay: You get the fuck out of here. Let’s go.

Krista Coughlin: I’m coming with you.
[Doug has Shyne in his arms and carries her to the door]
Doug MacRay: You’re getting out of here.
Krista Coughlin: Dougy, we’re fucking coming with you.
Doug MacRay: Time to go. Okay. Here we go. Time to go, sweetheart.
[he opens the door and sets Shyne gently on the hall floor]
Doug MacRay: Let’s go, Krista.
Krista Coughlin: I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving here.
[Doug grabs her and shoves her towards the door]
Krista Coughlin: Get the fuck off me! I can go out by myself.
[Doug pushes her out the door and shuts the door in her face]
Krista Coughlin: [shouting] Don’t you fucking say no to me!

[to Doug as he stares out the hotel window as they are preparing for the robbery]
James Coughlin: Hey, will you quit fucking doing that. You’re making me nervous.

[Krista’s in the hospital after crashing her car, she sees Frawley coming towards her]
Krista Coughlin: There he is. Mr. six inches.
Adam Frawley: What happened?
Krista Coughlin: You’re a crime stopper, figure it the fuck out.
Adam Frawley: Sweetheart, I know you have oxycodone, cocaine and alcohol in your system. I know that you have five cars registered in your name and I know right now your daughter is sitting in the back of a state van, being driven by a stranger to the Department of Social Services. So, how long you want to do this?
Krista Coughlin: I’m a person, you know?
Adam Frawley: Yeah, you’re a person who’s going to need a plea agreement if you ever want to see your kid again.
Krista Coughlin: Why is it always I’m the one who’s getting used?

Adam Frawley: What do you have?
Krista Coughlin: No, just that, uh, Dougy’s going away after.
Adam Frawley: What after? After what?
[Krista doesn’t answer]
Adam Frawley: Krista, I need you to be smart here. This could be a big moment for Shyne. Make a huge difference in her life.
[Krista begins to cry]
Adam Frawley: We can help you, sweetheart.

[Doug and Jem are dressed as police officers and walk through the tunnel outside the cash room]
Doug MacRay: Who called 911?
James Coughlin: Did you guys called 911?
Guard 1: No one from here called.
Young Security Guard: No we didn’t, uh, it wasn’t us.
Doug MacRay: Who dialed a 911 call?
James Coughlin: It’s a robbery guys, come on?
Young Security Guard: You said a robbery?
Doug MacRay: Yeah. A call saying you’re being held up.
Young Security Guard: Oh, let me call Mike.
Doug MacRay: We just walked passed Mike. He let us in.
James Coughlin: Hey, look guys we got a distress call. Alright. So, who made the call?
Guard 1:Nobody called from here.
James Coughlin: So no one called. What are we doing here?

Guard 1: Hold on. Where’s Mike?
Doug MacRay: I just told you where Mike was.
Young Security Guard: You boys see alright? With the, uh…
[referring to the dark sun glasses that both Doug and Jem are wearing]
Doug MacRay: Huh? Listen, you fucking smart ass!
James Coughlin: For our safety, for everyone’s safety here we need to see your ID’s. Alright?
Guard 2: Guys, guys, hold up. We’ve been here all morning. Take it easy.
Doug MacRay: My partner asked for your ID. Alright. We don’t know you. Until we identify all the parties involved here, we’re going to need some ID’s and we’re going to need to see everyone on the ground. Right now.
[one of guards gets panicky and pulls the sidearm from his holster]
Doug MacRay: Wow! Wow!
Guard 2: Hey, hey! Relax.
[Doug and Jem pull out their guns and all the guards get panicky. Doug and Jem make the guards lie on the ground and quickly bind their hands]

[Doug knocks on the cash room door]
Doug MacRay: In the cash room. Arnold Washton! You live at 311 Hazer Street in Quincy, with a wife named Linda and three small dogs. Do not make a distress call. Also in the cash room, Morton Previt. You live at 27 Counting Lane, Randolph. Wife also Linda. Morton, the Lindas want you to open this door. We have men outside your homes.
[the cash room door gets opened]

[outside Fenway building, where FBI and police cars are camped]
Dino Ciampa: Looped around the block. No cars, no vans around, nothing.
Adam Frawley: Maybe we’re too early. Too late.

[after they’ve been ambushed by the SWAT team]
James Coughlin: Let’s get the fuck out of here.
Doug MacRay: There’s a million fucking cops out there!

[Doug, Jem and Gloansy are firing at the FBI and police force outside the building]
James Coughlin: [shouting] Let’s leave now! Get the fuck out of here.
Gloansy: Meet me at the fucking switch!
[Jem and Doug go over to Gloansy]
Gloansy: They ain’t looking for fucking cops. I’m going to roll out the front.

Doug MacRay: The whole fucking force is out there.
Gloansy: You know I can take a pinch. Don’t worry about it.

[Jem and Doug quickly change into their cop uniforms after Gloansy has sacrificed himself]
Doug MacRay: See you in Florida, kid.
James Coughlin: See you when you get back.

Police Captain: I don’t know if we’re dealing with some kind of a fucking genius here, but security, security are saying they got hit by cops.
Dino Ciampa: Cops?
Police Captain: Yeah. Two cops.

[Frawley spots Jem in a cops uniform and follows after him]
Adam Frawley: Officer, can you hold up a minutes?
[Jem doesn’t stop and keeps on walking]

[Jem’s been shot in the leg and he’s hiding behind a mailbox]
Adam Frawley: Coughlin, throw down your weapon?
James Coughlin: Fuck you!

Adam Frawley: You got thirty seconds, asshole!
[behind the mailbox Jem spots a discarded soda and drinks from it and then grabs his guns]
James Coughlin: Okay. I surrender. I surrender!
[he comes out from behind the mailbox and before he fires his guns he gets shot]

[Doug still in his cop uniforms goes to the Florist’s shop and sees Rusty behind the counter]
Doug MacRay: Rusty, something went wrong. Come here?
[Doug puts a gun to it Rusty head and pulls the trigger killing him instantly]

Doug MacRay: Fergie?
Fergus ‘Fergie’ Colm: Prick!
[They start shooting at one another]

[after shooting Fergie down Doug walks over to him and puts his gun in the florist’s crotch]
Doug MacRay: Fergie, remember who clipped your nuts for you.
[shoots his gun]

[over the phone]
Doug MacRay: Claire, it’s me.
Claire Keesey: Are you okay?
Doug MacRay: Yeah, I’m fine. I know, but I’m okay. I’m alright. Claire, I want to meet you. It’s got to be soon, I don’t have a lot of time.
[Frawley and his team are with Claire at her apartment]
Claire Keesey: Doug…
Doug MacRay: Can you meet me? Claire, please. I need to know. I got to go.
Claire Keesey: Can you come here?

[Doug’s watching Claire through his binoculars and sees Frawley over her shoulder]
Doug MacRay: You want me to come to where you are now?
Claire Keesey: Uh-hmm.
Doug MacRay: I don’t think that’s a good idea for me.
Claire Keesey: Why?
Doug MacRay: What if there are police there?
Claire Keesey: There’s no one here.

Doug MacRay: Claire, listen I’m, listen, listen to me. I’m sorry. Okay. I’m sorry for what I did to you. Remember that. Come down at the back and I’ll meet you in about an hour. Alright, I’ll see you.
[Doug is about to end the call]
Claire Keesey: Wait. Doug. Doug?
Doug MacRay: Yeah.
Claire Keesey: I want you to come. I really want, I really want to see you. It’ll be just like one of my sunny days.
[Doug smiles realizing what her message means]
Doug MacRay: Well, uh, I’m on my way then.
Claire Keesey: Bye.
Doug MacRay: Goodbye, Claire.

[at Claire’s place waiting for Doug to show up, Frawley realizes that he’s not going to come]
Adam Frawley: My sunny days. You know Claire we are a national organization.
[he gives Claire a long knowing look]
Adam Frawley: Alright boys, let’s pack it up. He ain’t coming. Let’s get the description out. We know what he looks like. We’ll find him.

[Frawley finds a note from Doug stuck on his car, he opens it to read; “GO FUCK YOURSELF.” Frawley gives the note to Ciampa]
Adam Frawley: It’s for you.

[Claire’s digging in her garden plot when she sees a bag buried in the dirt, she opens it to find money and a note from Doug]
Doug MacRay: [voice over] Claire, take this. You’ll do better with it than I can. By the time you read this I’ll be long gone. Not the way I planned it, but for the first time in my life I’m leaving this city.
[Claire looks in the bag and under the money finds a tangerine]
Doug MacRay: [voice over] Maybe if I go I could stop looking.

[last lines]
Doug MacRay: [voice over] No matter how much you change, you still have to pay the price for the things you’ve done. So I got a long road. But I know I’ll see you again, this side or the other.

Total Quotes: 109

The Town Quotes – ‘I’ll see you again. This side or the other.’

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