Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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