:49:00
You gotta get me outta this.
I'm gonna get caught up in this shit.
:49:04
- What?
- I don't know what I'm doing here.
:49:07
- You're a cop.
- These guys are my pals.
:49:10
You smell like a distillery. You drink
too much. How much are you drinking?
:49:14
Just listen to me.
Please fuckin' listen to me.
:49:18
- You gotta get me outta this.
- I gotta get you outta this?
:49:21
- You're talking like my grandma.
- Fuck!
:49:27
I'm drinking too much. You're right.
Jackie's my friend. My best fuckin' friend.
:49:33
I thought I could walk in
and do this, but I can't.
:49:37
- It'll get outta control.
- It's a bullshit attack of feelings.
:49:40
Just surgically remove the fuckers.
:49:42
Get on with putting these
scumbags off the street.
:49:45
You think I went to Boston to be a cop
cos I hated Boston crooks so much?
:49:49
No, to get away. To get as far away as
I could so that this could never happen.
:49:54
I'd never be in such circumstances
where I'd have to arrest my own friends!
:49:58
These animals are your friends?
:50:00
Hey, what do you know about it?
I don't know you.
:50:03
Where are you from?
Poughkeepsie? White Plains?
:50:06
- Stop drinking, Noonan.
- That's what I'm saying, you fuckin' idiot!
:50:13
That's all they do is drink.
I'm Irish muscle in these circumstances.
:50:17
We drink, we shoot people,
and I'll get caught in it.
:50:19
I'm warning you,
I gotta go back to Boston.
:50:22
You're talking like an asshole.
:50:24
I'll run the fuck away,
where none of you can find me.
:50:27
Jesus Christ, I thought you
Kitchen guys were tough guys.
:50:30
We're not tough, Nick!
:50:34
- Just crazy.
- You ain't either.
:50:36
You're a fuckin' crybaby.
:50:49
Oh, God.
:50:53
You gotta get something on Flannery.
:50:56
Hey. Come on.
:50:59
You gotta get something on Flannery.