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MAN:
Congratulations on passing
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the detective's exam
and welcome
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to the Special
Investigation Unit.
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Yeah,
whoop-de-fucking-do.
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We won't be working together,
that is, directly.
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You'll be working
for Captain Ellerby,
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but I like
to see everybody.
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You're a worker.
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You rise fast.
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Like
a 12-year-old's dick.
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Thank you, sergeant.
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My pleasure.
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Thank you, sir.
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Good luck.
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Congratulations.
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Thanks, hon.
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You can go
in there now.
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[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
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You can sit.
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[CLEARS THROAT]
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So...
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Do you know what we do here,
my section?
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Sir, yes, sir. I have an idea.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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Let's say you have no idea
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and leave it at that,
okay?
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No idea.
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Zip, none.
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If you had an idea
about what we do,
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we would not be good
at what we do,
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would we?
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We would be cunts.
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You calling us cunts?
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Staff Sergeant Dignam
has a style of his own.
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I'm afraid we all have
to get used to it.
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So...
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you got
family connections
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down in Southie, right?
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Through your father?
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Why don't you tell us
about your Uncle Jackie?
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He was a carpet layer
for Jordan Marsh.
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Uncle Jackie was
a small-time bookie
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who tended bar at the Vets
in Somerville.
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He got popped
by Nicastro in '95.
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We found his body
out by the airport.
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That's right.
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I remember his funeral.
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Well, good.
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Closed casket?
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That's right.
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So...
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tell anybody
up at Deerfield--
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Before you got kicked out
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for whaling on a teacher
with a chair.
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--how your uncle met
his demise like that?
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I got a question.
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How fucked up are you?
