The Departed

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The Departed is a 2006 film that follows three men: a crooked cop, the Irish mafia 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.

Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by William Monahan.
Lies. Betrayal. Sacrifice. How far will you take it? Taglines


Frank Costello[edit]

  • I don't want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me. Years ago we had the church. That was only a way of saying - we had each other. The Knights of Columbus were real head-breakers; true guineas. They took over their piece of the city. Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job, we had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That's what the niggers don't realize. If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this - no one gives it to you. You have to take it.
  • When you decide to be something, you can be it. That's what they don't tell you in the church. When I was your age they would say we can become cops, or criminals. Today, what I'm saying to you is this: when you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?
  • Are you soft, Fitzy? When I tell you to dump a guy in the marsh, you dump him in the marsh. Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday TO GET A BLOWJOB! [Fitzy laughs] DON'T LAUGH! THIS AIN'T REALITY TV!!!

Billy[edit]

  • So You Can Get The Parade? Huh, The Bag Pipes & Bull shit? [Screaming in Anger] FUCK IT!!! I'M FUCKING ARRESTING YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Captain Ellerby[edit]

  • [to Colin Sullivan] Marriage is an important part of getting ahead. It lets people know you're not a homo. A married guy seems more stable. People see the ring, they think 'at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch.' Ladies see the ring, they know immediately that you must have some cash, and your cock must work.

Dialogue[edit]

Mr. French: Do you know me?
Costigan: No. No.
Mr. French: Well, I'm the guy who tells you there's guys you can hit and guys you can't. Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but he's almost a guy you can't hit. So I'm gonna make a fuckin' ruling on this right now: you don't fucking hit him. You understand?
Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine. Fine.
Mr. French: I fucking know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot, fucking cop-magnet of a cousin and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?
Costigan: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Mr. French: What are you drinking?
Costigan: Cranberry juice.
Mr. French: What is it, your period? Get him a cranberry juice.

Queenan: Do you know what we do here? My section?
Costigan: Sir, yes, sir. I have an idea...
Dignam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's say you have no idea and leave it at that, okay? No idea. Zip. None. If you had an idea of what we do, we would not be good at what we do, now would we? We would be cunts. Are you calling us cunts?
Queenan: [resigned] Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own. I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.

Dignam: Your fuckin' 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-fuckin'-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 fuckin' donkey on the weekends. I got that right? [Costigan does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little fuckin' snake. You were like different people.
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 fuckin' Freud I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties?
Costigan: Well, "Families are always rising and falling in America", am I right?
Queenan: Who said that?
Costigan: Hawthorne.
Dignam: Pfft! What's the matter, smart ass? Don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?

Dignam: This is incredible. Who put the fucking cameras in this place?
Surveillance Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.

Costello: Have a seat, Bill. Do you know John Lennon?
Costigan: Yeah, sure, he was the president before Lincoln.
Costello: Lennon said, "I'm an artist. You give me a fucking tuba, I'll get you something out of it."
Costigan: I tell you Mr. Costello, I'd like to squeeze some fucking money out of it.
Costello: Smart mouth. Too bad. If you'll indulge me--
[Gwen walks through]
Costello: Now what?
Gwen: Choir practice.
Costello: Choir practice. The point I'm making with John Lennon is: a man could look at anything, and make something out of it. For instance, I look at you and I think, "What could I use you for?"

Costello: You know, if your father were alive, and he saw you here sitting with me, let's say he would have a word with me about this. In fact, he'd kill seven guys just to cut my throat, and he could do it. Which is maybe something you don't know about William Costigan, Sr.
Costigan: So he never? I mean, never?
Costello: No. He kept his own counsel. He never wanted money. You can't do anything with a man like that. Your Uncle Jackie, he also would kill my entire fucking family if he saw me here with you. And I think about this.
Costigan: [confused] So what the fuck are we talking about here?
Costello: Did you ever think about going back to school?
Costigan: School? [laughs] All due respect Mr. Costello, school is out.
Costello: [annoyed] Maybe someday you'll wake the fuck up.

Lazio: Do you have anyone in with Costello presently?
Dignam: Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself. My theory on Feds is, they're like mushrooms: feed them shit and keep them in the dark.

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 fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for fucking weeks.
Madolyn: Is that true?
Costigan: Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
Madolyn: You know what? You can leave!
Costigan: What the fuck did I just put myself through? I'm fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it, fucking hotshot!

Costigan: You're seventy fucking years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck. 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 pussy any more either... but I like it.
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 fuckin' 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.

Costello: How the fuck did this happen?
Sullivan: You're an FBI informant? Are you fucking kidding me?
Costello: Grow up! [laughing] Of course I talked to the FBI.
Sullivan: Do they know who I am?
Costello: I-I never gave up anybody who wasn't going down anyway. Nobody knows nothin'.
Sullivan: Frank. Frank. Do they know about me?
Costello: I know about you, Colin. You know I'd never give you up. You're like a--
Sullivan: What, like a son? To you? Is that what this is about? All that murderin' and fuckin', and no sons?
[They shoot at each other]

Taglines[edit]

  • Lies. Betrayal. Sacrifice. How far will you take it?
  • Underhanded
  • Undercover
  • Unrestrained
  • Cops or Criminals. When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?
  • Loyalty is a lie.

Cast[edit]

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