The Town (2010)

Jon Hamm: FBI S.A. Adam Frawley

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• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Coughlin! Throw down your weapon!

  James Coughlin : Fuck you!

• Krista Coughlin : There he is; Mr Six Inches

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : What happened?

  Krista Coughlin : You're a crime stopper; figure it the fuck out.

• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : This is the not fucking around crew so get me something that looks like a print because this not fucking around thing is about to go both ways.

• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Now, we're a long way away from a grand jury here... and we'll never get 24 hour surveillance unless one of these idiots converts to Islam. So, we build the case. Alright, let's get to work.

• Krista Coughlin : You gotta chase the rabbit if you want the tail.

  [laughs] 

  Krista Coughlin : My mom told me that.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You're a pretty good judge of size, right?

  Krista Coughlin : Size of what?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : [pulls out a $20 bill]  What do you think? 6 inches? Under or over?

  Krista Coughlin : Under.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Wrong. 6.1 inches. See I know everything there is to know about money. Thickness, 0.0014 inches. Weighs about 1 gram.

  [stays silent] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You know what that means? That means this $20 bill isn't even worth it's own weight in value for Oxycodone.

  [realizes he really is an FBI agent] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You thinking of running out on me? Not gonna work. Because once I start waving this

  [flashes FBI badge] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : it's trouble for you.

  Krista Coughlin : I want a lawyer.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Good, get one. Because it's all about protecting yourself. Not even yourself... you have to protect your daughter.

  Krista Coughlin : Don't talk about my daughter.

• [Dino shows Frawley a file on Desmond Elden] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Desmond Elden?

  Dino Ciampa : Yeah. Works at Vericom. Never seen the inside of a jail cell. Now, most of these guys get no-show jobs. They take the armored truck, foreman goes, "Yeah, guy was here yesterday," and shows us a forged time card. But they can't play them games at Vericom 'cause it's a public company. If you don't show up it's a recorded sick day. And 'Dezzy' here has some interesting sick days: Bank Boston. Cummins Armored. Arlington Brinks. Cambridge Merchants.

  [He hands surveillance stills to Frawley, who sits down at his desk and looks at them] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Jesus Christ.

• 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.

• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : I didn't realize you left your job at the bank.

  Claire Keesey : Uh... oh yeah. Yeah. Last week. I'm sorry, was I supposed to notify someone?

  [Frawley shakes his head, and picks up the box with the necklace that Doug gave to Claire] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Fancy.

  Claire Keesey : Yeah. It was a gift.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : We have our suspects. I came by to share this with you.

  [takes several photos from the envelope he's holding] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : James Coughlin. Albert Magloan. Desmond Elden. Part of the crew that we tied into the bank job at North End and at least three other armed car robberies.

  [He shows her the next photo, which is a mug shot of Doug] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Look familiar? You opened the safe for him. He left you unharmed. And now the two of you are carrying on a relationship about which you lied to the FBI. I was wrong, you do need a lawyer.

• [as Doug, Dez, Coughlin, and Gloansy have a small gathering, Frawley and Dino take photos of them from their car with a long-range camera] 

  Dino Ciampa : [voice-over]  Desmond Elden. Systems tech at Vericom. 22 years old.

  [Cuts to Frawley and Dino briefing their agents. They bring up Gloansy's images on the projector] 

  Dino Ciampa : Albert Magloan. Only in Boston is a guy named "Albert Magloan".

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Mr. Magloan never met a car he couldn't boost. The kind of talented individual who can start your Cherokee for you while you're still looking for your keys.

  [as he says that, a black-and-white flashback is shown of Gloansy breaking into a car. Coughlin's mugshot comes up on the projector] 

  Dino Ciampa : James Coughlin. Father was killed in prison. Mother died HIV. Shot Brendan Leahey by the cemetery behind Mishawum when he was eighteen years old. Bled it out. When the judge asked him why he did it, he said, "I didn't like the kid." Served nine years for manslaughter.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : These guys plan and execute with sophistication and discipline, and that is not our boy Coughlin.

  [produces photos of Doug] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : We think the architect is this guy: Coughlin's best friend, Doug MacRay.

  Dino Ciampa : He lives in the same house, dated Coughlin's sister, who most likely mules to the Florist, who used to employ MacRay's father. You need a fucking venn diagram for these people.

  [Stifled chuckles come from the agents] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Mac, Senior got life for the Nashwood job which most of you should remember. Hijacked a bread truck up to New Hampshire. One guard saw his face, so, they executed both of them with their own weapons. I think Mac's legacy is now no A-car driver's allowed to leave the cab, even if there's a gun to his partner's head.

  Dino Ciampa : Young MacRay did eight months easy for going over the counter of a Bay Bank with a nail gun after he washed out from pro hockey.

  Agent Quinlan : Pro hockey?

  Dino Ciampa : Yeah. He was a big deal for a minute. Got drafted, went to camp but here's the shocker: he started makin' trouble, fightin' with guys.

  Agent Quinlan : Don't they pay you to fight in hockey?

  Dino Ciampa : Not the guys on your own team.

  [the other FBI agents laugh] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : MacRay came home. Got into the family business. Same song: got into Oxycon. Hockey ship sailed with the narcotics. Now, we're a long way away from a grand jury here. And we'll never get 24 hour surveillance unless one of these idiots converts to Islam. So we build the case. All right, let's get to work.

• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You used to hang around with Doug MacRay a little bit, huh?

  Krista Coughlin : How do you know Dougy?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : We sorta worked together.

  Krista Coughlin : Sand and Gravel?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : No. No.

  [pulls out some money] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You a pretty decent judge of size?

  Krista Coughlin : Depends. Size of what?

  [Frawley holds up some money] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : How big would you say this is? Six inches? Over or under.

  Krista Coughlin : Under.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Wrong. 6.14 inches exactly. I know everything there is to know about money. Thickness? 0.0043 inches. Weight? About one gram. Which is interesting because that means that this twenty dollar bill isn't even worth its own weight... in oxy.

• [Frawley, Dino and a Vericom crew chief are looking up at another crew member examining the hacked junction box above the bank that was robbed] 

  Vericom Crew Chief : They obviously knew how to work the box, but I like the way they zapped the bipper to the D-5 Station.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : How does one learn how to do that?

  Vericom Crew Chief : Get a job with Vericom.

  Dino Ciampa : Okay.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Thank you.

  [the crew chief walks away] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Let's subpoena work logs, employee records. Start with everyone who lives in the Town.

  Dino Ciampa : Got it.

• [Dino and Frawley observe the scene of the Cambridge Merchants robbery] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : So, what's up?

  Dino Ciampa : Boosted a city work van. Still hasn't been reported stolen.

  [They examine the van used for cover] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Probably too busy working.

  Dino Ciampa : Used the van to screen the door. Bleached the entire place with DNA. Kills all the clothing fibers so we can't get a match. Silent bell came from cage number two. Assistant Manager's at Beth Israel. Our guys waited for the time lock to expire, then they had the manager open sesame.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Under duress?

  Dino Ciampa : I don't know.

  [They take a look at the open vault] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Ten foot steel safe, only as strong as the guy with the key.

  [He eyes the dye packs] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Found the dye pack and the tracers.

  [Frawley's BlackBerry goes off. He looks at the message] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Found the van. Torched.

  Dino Ciampa : Where is it?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Where do you think?

  [cuts to an overhead shot of firefighters hosing down the van Doug's crew had used; Frawley and Dino arrive at the scene] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Nice to be back home, Dino?

  Dino Ciampa : Yeah. It's all the love I get that makes the homecoming feel so warm. Fifty people here; eyewitness sees these guys. You'll get fifty hands on a Bible, say they never saw nothing.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : It's a pro job. All the pro guys I know are away, so... I guess we have new pro guys. The part of the job where we get to do something that has no point and yields no results.

  [calls out to the crowd] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Excuse me! Did anybody see who lit this van on fire?

• [Frawley is describing to Claire how he knows where the bank robbers who kidnapped her probably came from] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : With guys like this - hardcore guys - 90% of them eminate from a one square mile neighborhood called Charlestown. Familiar with it?

  [Claire looks at a map and realizes that it's the neighborhood she lives in] 

  Claire Keesey : You must be kidding me!

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Dino, what's the first thing BPD does whenever there's an armored car robbery in the city?

  Dino Ciampa : Close the Charlestown Bridge.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : He's from Charlestown.

  Dino Ciampa : They make it over, they use each other's houses. They're like rats.

• [Krista has been hospitalized after a car accident. Frawley approaches her] 

  Krista Coughlin : There he is. Mr. Six Inches.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : What happened?

  Krista Coughlin : You're a crime stopper, figure it the fuck out.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Sweetheart, I know you have oxycodone, cocaine and alcohol in your system. I know that you have five cars registered in your name and I know right now your daughter is sitting in the back of a state van, being driven by a stranger to the Department of Social Services. So, how long do you wanna do this?

  Krista Coughlin : I'm a person, you know?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Yeah, you're a person who's gonna need a plea agreement if you ever wanna see your kid again.

  Krista Coughlin : Why is it always I'm the one who's gettin' used?

• [Doug is in the FBI interrogation room when Frawley comes in] 

  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 at The North End at nine o'clock in the morning with assault rifles. You fucking dummies shot a guard. Now you look like half off sales big and tall, every cop is in line. Fortunately though, for you, this guard who is two thirds from 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 can string you up on a federal M-1. End of story with a bag on your head and paralyzing agent running through your veins. This isn't fucking Townie hopscotch anymore, Doug. But I did wanna say one thing.

  [he leans over the table and looks Doug right in the eye] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : You're here today so that I can personally tell you that you're gonna die in federal prison and so are all your friends. No deal, no compromise. And when that day comes and 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, the fear of trafficking and cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement... I just want you to know that it's gonna be me who tells you to fuck yourself.

• [Frawley interviews Claire after the robbery] 

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : I understand they threatened you?

  Claire Keesey : Uhmm. One of them took my licence.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Did you try and escape at any point?

  Claire Keesey : No.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : Is there anything you identify about these men? Anything you can testify to?

  Claire Keesey : I didn't try to escape because they had guns.

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : I understand. Then they just let you go?

  Claire Keesey : Yeah. They just let me go. Should I have a lawyer here?

  FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : This is a very civil libertarian thing for me to say, but anyone who lawyer's up is guilty. I think you're all right.

• FBI S.A. Adam Frawley : [to his team]  Where are they? What are they doing right now? They got the money, now they have to clean it. Casino's, tracks, maybe they make a big drug buy, flip it across town. They wanna go celebrate, right? V.P.D, D.E.A. I want chips, names, witnesses. Anything. We're gonna knock on some doors see who wants to help us out. Any questions? No. Great. Let's go.