The Departed

The Departed

The Departed is a 2006 film that follows three men: a crooked cop, the Irish mob boss he works for, and a straight cop that goes undercover to reveal them both. Based in Boston, this film covers the lies the two cops tell and the struggles they have keeping themselves afloat. Remake of the Hong Kong movie Internal Affairs and based on Irish mobster Whitey Bulger, who was still on the run at the time of the film.

Year:
2006
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Madolyn:
What do you expect coming in here?

Costigan:
I have to come here.

Madolyn:
I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want?

Costigan:
You want the truth? Valium.

Madolyn:
You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.

Costigan:
What does that say about what you do for a living?

Madolyn:
I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.

Costigan:
Look... look, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a f***ing heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for f***ing weeks.

Madolyn:
Is that true?

Costigan:
Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was f***ing true. I want some f***ing pills and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do?

Madolyn:
No, I didn't close your file. I--

Costigan:
I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only f***ing here!

Madolyn:
You are! You are!

Costigan:
Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You're f***ing ridiculous!

[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]

Costigan:
[picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my f***ing head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?

Madolyn:
You know what? You can leave!

Costigan:
What the f*** did I just put myself through? I'm f***ing out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it, f***ing hotshot!

Costigan:
You're seventy f***ing years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the f***. You don't need the pain in the ass, and they're going to catch you. And you don't need the money.

Costello:
I haven't "needed the money" since I took Archie's milk money in the third grade. Tell you the truth, I don't need p*ssy any more either...but I like it. Point I'm making here is, Bill, I got this rat. This...gnawing, cheese-eating f***ing rat...And it brings up questions. You know, say, Bill, like you're the new guy...Girlfriend...Why didn't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers? Social security numbers. Everybody's f***ing numbers.

Costigan:
Is - is there something you wanna go ahead and ask me? 'Cause I'll go ahead give you the f***ing answer, all right? Frank, look at me. Look at me. I'm not the f***ing rat, okay? I'm not the f***ing rat!

Costello:
Start with, you agree there is a rat.

Costigan:
You said there is one all right? I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty f***ing good at what you do!

Costello:
Sure, sure, all that aside...but you, William, what would you do?

Costigan:
Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don't pay much, you know. It's almost a f***in' feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?

Costello:
The only one that can do what I do is me. Lot of people had to die for me to be me. You wanna be me?

Costigan:
I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you.

Costello:
Heavy lies the crown...sort of thing.

Dignam:
Your f***in' family's dug into the Southie projects like ticks. Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up on the North Shore, huh? Well, la-di-f***in'-da. You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right? Huh? One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother. You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the f***in' donkey on the weekends. I got that right? [Costigan does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little f***in' snake. You were like different people.

Billy Costigan:
You a psychiatrist?

Dignam:
Well, if I was I'd ask you why you're a Statie making 30 grand a year. And I think if I was Sigmund f***in' Freud I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherf***er like you doing in the Staties?

Billy Costigan:
Well, "Families are always rising and falling in America", am I right?

Queenan:
Who said that?

Billy Costigan:
Hawthorne.

Dignam:
Pfft! What's the matter, smart ass? Don't know any f***in' Shakespeare?

Queenan:
We have a question: Do you want to be a cop, or do you want to appear to be a cop? It's an honest question. A lot of guys just want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge, pretend they're on TV.

Dignam:
Yeah, a lot of people just wanna slam a n*gger's head through a plate-glass window.

Billy Costigan:
I'm all set without your own personal job application. Alright, Sergeant?

Dignam:
What the f*** did you say to me, trainee?

Billy Costigan:
[to Queenan] With all due respect, sir, what do you want from me?

Dignam:
Hey a**hole, he can't help you! I know what you are, okay? I know what you are and I know what you are not. I'm the best friend you have on the face of this earth, and I'm gonna help you understand something, you punk. YOU'RE NO F***IN' COP!

Queenan:
He's right. We deal in deception here. What we do not deal with is self-deception. Five years from now, you can be anything else in the world, but you will never be a Massachusetts State Trooper.

Billy Costigan:
You sure of that?

Queenan:
I'm sure.

Dignam:
Guaran-f***ing-teed. You got a 1400 on your SATs, kid. You're an astronaut, not a Statie.

Frank Costello:
I'm going to have my associate search you.

Billy Costigan:
No, no one's f***ing searching me. Searching me for what?

Frank Costello:
Contra-f***ing-band. Take your shoes off.

[French slams Costigan into a chair]

Mr. French:
Shoes.

Frank Costello:
[to Costigan] I knew your father.

Billy Costigan:
Yeah? You know he's dead?

Frank Costello:
Oh, sorry. How'd he go?

Billy Costigan:
He didn't complain.

Frank Costello:
Yeah, that was his problem.

Billy Costigan:
Who said he had a problem?

Frank Costello:
I just said he had a f***ing problem. There's a man who could have been anything.

Billy Costigan:
Are you trying to say he was nothing?

[French slams Costigan onto a pool table and continues his search]

Frank Costello:
I'm saying he worked at the airport.

Mr. French:
He's clean.

Frank Costello:
Arm.

Billy Costigan:
Arm? What f***in' arm?

Mr. French:
[French pulls Costigan to a pool table] Show me your arm. Flip it. mmhmmm, mmhmmm...

[French slams Costigan's arm on the table until the cast breaks, while Costigan screams in pain]

Frank Costello:
It makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.

Mr. French:
[removing the cast] He's clean.

Frank Costello:
And if I can slander my own environment, it makes me sad. This, uh, regression. Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some f***ing cop prick like Queenan to pull you out of the Staties and send you gift-wrapped to me. I just can't know. I wonder what they do in that particular department, anyway.

[Costello slams on Costigan's broken arm with Costigan's boot]

Frank Costello:
[yelling] Are you still a cop?

Billy Costigan:
[in severe pain] No!

[Costello whacks his arm again]

Frank Costello:
[yelling] Swear on your mother's grave. You're still not a cop?

Billy Costigan:
[painfully] I'm not a f***ing cop!

[Costello whacks his arm again, this time re-breaking it]

Frank Costello:
[yelling] Are you going to stop doing coke deals with your jerk-off f***ing cousin?

Billy Costigan:
[weakly] Yes, yes, yes!

Frank Costello:
[patting his back] All right, all right. It's okay. You'll be be all right. Get your hand taken care of.

[throwing down some money]

Frank Costello:
I'm sorry, but it was necessary. As for our problem with Providence - let's not cry over some spilled guineas.

[catching Sullivan off guard]

Billy Costigan:
FREEZE!

Colin Sullivan:
Hey, whoa! Put the f***ing gun down! Put the gun down. I came to talk sense into you.

Billy Costigan:
HANDS!

Colin Sullivan:
All right. Just act professional. I can get your money.

Billy Costigan:
What'd you say?

Colin Sullivan:
I can get you your money. [Costigan strikes him with his gun and cuffs him]

Billy Costigan:
You didn't come here to talk. You came here to get arrested.

Colin Sullivan:
You have f***ing tapes of what? Costello was my informant! I was a rat? F*** YOU! Prove it! He was working for me. He was MY INFORMANT!

Billy Costigan:
Shut your f***ing mouth. Come on, get up!

Colin Sullivan:
What is this, a citizen's arrest? Blow me. All right, only one of us is a cop here, Bill! You understand? No one knows who you f***ing are!

Billy Costigan:
Would you shut the f*** up?!

Colin Sullivan:
I'm a sergeant in the Massachusetts State Police! Who the f*** are you? I ERASED YOU!

Billy Costigan:
[slamming him against the wall] You erased me, huh?

Colin Sullivan:
Yeah, go ahead. Shoot a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens.

Billy Costigan:
Well, what happens is the bullet will go RIGHT THROUGH YOUR F***ING HEAD!

Colin Sullivan:
Watch what happens!

Billy Costigan:
Why? So you can get the parade, huh? The bag pipes and bullshit? F*** YOU! F*** YOU! I'M F***ING ARRESTING YOU!

Colin Sullivan:
That's the stupidest thing you could do.

Billy Costigan:
[punching Sullivan with his gun with each word] SHUT THE F*** UP! I could give a f*** if the charges don't stick. I'm still f***ing arresting you.

Ellerby:
[during a conference briefing about Costello and his crew] Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the the undercover department, his undercover work is extensive. He's here to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam.

Dignam:
OK. My people are out there. They're like f***in' Indians. You're not gonna see 'em you're not gonna hear about 'em except from me or Captain Queenan. You will not ever know the identity of undercover people. Unfortunately, this shithole has more f***in' leaks than the Iraqi Navy.

Ellerby:
F*** yourself.

Dignam:
I'm tired from f***in' your wife.

Ellerby:
How's your mother?

Dignam:
Good, she's tired from f***in' my father. Good. Today, girls, what I have for you is microprocessors. Somebody as you may already know stole 20 microprocessors from the Mass Processor Company out on Route 128. These are the kind of processors they put into computers that can put a cruise missile up the ass of a camel from a couple hundred miles away. Now get this, we get a guy working for the company two months; walks right out the front door with a box of processors on Tuesday, has a ticket booked for Florida on Wednesday, but on Thursday, he gets found in a dumpster. You know where that dirtball started his life? Southie projects.

Colin Sullivan:
What was his name? The departed?

Dignam:
Miles Kenefick. Got a job to forge U-Mass transcript. U-Mass Boston, which just happens to be-

Frank Lazio:
[interrupting] South Boston?

Dignam:
Well, you're a f***in' genius, huh! Who forged your transcript, d*ckhead?

Colin Sullivan:
Hey this guy, his old man runs the Hibernian Liquor Mart. Kenefick's.

Ellerby:
We're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag, we're here to nail Costello.

Dignam:
Alright look. We got a guy who says he hears Costello's moving the processors to China. We set up a whole f***in' job in Pop Kenefick. You do not want to miss it if Costello takes a dump.

Ellerby:
We'd miss a lot less if you made your informants available to us at the cost of the Bureau. [Dignam scoffs]

Frank Lazio:
We're not asking for too many details. Do you have anyone in with Costello presently?

Dignam:
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe f*** yourself. My theory on Feds is they're like mushrooms. Feed 'em sh*t and keep 'em in the dark. You girls have a good day.

Ellerby:
Normally he's a very, uh, nice guy.


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