You're here today so I can personally tell you that you are going to die in federal...

FBI S.A. 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 in the North End at nine o'clock in the morning with assault rifles. You fucking dummies shot a guard! Now you're like a half off sale at a Big & Tall - every cop is in line. Fortunately though, for you, this guard, who is two-thirds to a 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 half-wit so we could string you up on a federal M1 and end this story with a bag on your head and a paralyzing agent running through your veins. This isn't fucking Tommy Hopscotch anymore, Doug. But I did wanna say one thing: You're here today so I can personally tell you that you are going to die in federal prison. And so are all your friends. No deal. No compromise. And when that day comes 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 Omertà. When your code of silence finally gives way to fear of trafficking in cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement, I just want you to know that it's gonna be me who told you to go fuck yourself.

No, you decided to bang it out... ...in the North End at 9:00 in the morning. With assault rifles. You fucking dummies shot a guard. Now you're like a half-off sale at Big and Tall, Every cop is in line. Fortunately, though, for you... ...this guard, who is two-thirds to a retard... ...has miraculously clung to life. Now, if it were up to me... ...and they gave me two minutes and a wet towel... ...l would personally asphyxiate this half-wit... ...so we could string you up on a federal M1... ...and end this story with a bag on your head... ...and a paralyzing agent running through your veins. This isn't fucking townie hopscotch anymore, Doug. But I did want to say one thing. Just so we're both very, very clear. Because in these situations, sometimes, you know... ...various parties will bandy about the possibility of sentence reduction... ...for cooperation or otherwise assisting the-- Assisting the prosecution. Not this time. You're here today so I could personally tell you... ...that you are going to die in federal prison. And so are all your friends. No deal. No compromise. And when that day comes... ...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... ...to fear of trafficking in cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement... ...I just want you to know that it's gonna be me who tells you to go fuck yourself. Hey, next time you guys wanna take pictures of me, just call ahead. You know, we can do better than a barbeque. A calendar shoot. You know? Maybe topless, Lubed up. Whatever you guys are into. FBI car antennas are half-inch matte black... ...about three-quarters the way down the rear windshield. Stacie are pigtailed... ...B.P.D., half and half. Every peewee in the town knows what an FBI rear antenna looks like. So, in the future, if you guys are gonna try to be slick... ...be slicker than a 6-year-old. I gotta get back to work. Can I go? Good luck with that print. Good morning, Cambridge Savings. Claire Keesey, please. She's the manager. Oh, she's no longer working here. -Since when? -Friday. Just get the warrant. Land, cell, e-mail, fax, Skype. The whole fucking thing. - Oh, my God, Doug, - Took me forever trying to pick it out. - Yeah, it's beautiful. -Is that all right? Yeah, but I can't accept that from you. I can't take that, Why not? You can hawk it. I'm not taking it back. No. I mean, you can't-- Keep it. Come on, sit down. Sit down. -Sit down. -Okay.