Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is the not fucking around crew…
What's going on?
Oh, fuck. All right. I'm gonna handle it.
- Hey, Jem. How's it going? - Hey, B. Can I have a beer? Thanks.
First thing B.P.D. does when there's an armored-car robbery?
-Oh, the Boys & Girls Club? -Yeah.
There you go.
Good news for you is you have an alibi for the Cambridge job.
It depends on the question.
I got caught in a blinding storm once. Freezing. I was blinded.
-Good. Come in and have a seat. -Thanks, Margie,
Deal gone south for you motherfuckers.
Let me ask you something.
whose car we gonna take?
Minus what I had to shave off for the Florist.
We’ll, it’s both, actually.
Yep.
What? Why do you look like that?
It's like the guy sitting in the bar, and a priest walks in.
So do your parents still live in Charlestown?
I came downstairs in my underwear.
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You're getting a little old for that bullshit, aren't you?
Come on, I don't think anyone would do that.
-I'll be right back, okay? - Appreciate it.
You okay?
Hey Fergie, DD's heah... Fergie...D.D's Heahh!
You fucker. We were out the door, you fuck.
Sit down. Go.
...emanate from a one-square-mile neighborhood called Charlestown.
Who’s PS5 we gonna take?
What's up, Kris?
Fuck.
We're in Charlestown.
. .
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you. I'm fine, yeah.
-She's already scared. -Well, maybe not scared enough.
Move!
Too fucking busy, huh?
-Good to see you. -How have you been?
- Who did it? -Look, nobody did anything.
You pay people for hockey picks?
Visitors, straight ahead.
I'm done waiting.
And that is not our boy Coughlin.
Money don't care where it came from, all right?
Either you got heat or you don't.
He intimated that they were scouring Charlestown...
Look at this.
So I've been telling all my friends about you.
All right, let's get to work.
Hockey ship sailed with the narcotics.
Wherever she went, she had a good reason to leave here.
Great girl, though. She really loves you, I can tell.
Okay.
...on some toonie pussy who happens to be the one goddamn person-- Fuck!
...they're fucking around with kids they don't want...
You either got par or you don’t
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What are you, a triggerman now?
Tell the FBI.
This is the not screwing around crew!
You got two strikes against you already. They're gonna bury you under the jail.
No, you got nothing to be embarrassed for.
Hey, sweetheart, in the corner. Get in the corner. You too, brother-man.
Shot Brendan Leahey by the cemetery behind Mishawum when he was 18.
Where's your purse?
It's embarrassing.
-...who don't think he's Special Forces. -Yeah?
Now, that's how you drive a fucking car.
Me right now...
-He sells no other kind. -Let me go find my box.
-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hm. That's the truth.
Tomorrow. Morning. I can't tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we're gonna hurt some people
-My brother died on a day like this. -When was this?
How come you never...?
Fucking Southie kids. They wanna run everything.
At first I didn't know what it was.
...because once they moved in the townies stole all their car stereos.
I don't know. Let me see. They pull your hoop out?
Yeah. He don't get out much.
-Pro hockey? - Yeah, he was a big deal for a minute.
Well…it’s both, actually.