Mystic River

Before the end of the season last year...

and then re-injured it in spring training...

on a terrific game-saving play.

You know, I was talking with...

- What time is this going on? - 7:30 is the pre-game.

- Who'd you say was pitching? - Tiant's pitching.

- Goddamn Cuban. He can hurl it. - I'd hate to be facing him.

- Who are they playing, Yankees? - Yankees.

Imagine a 92-mile-an-hour fastball coming at you.

- You don't have time to think. - Hey, guys!

What kind of night you think Fisk will have?

He's been hot lately.

He gets on base twice tonight, gets on base twice, I'll paint your porch.

Ah!

Save.

The sewer.

Hold on, I'll get it.

Sorry, guys, I guess I don't know my own strength.

You know what, Dave? That must be it.

Hey...

you guys know what would be really cool?

- What? - Driving a car.

You know, just around the block.

Yeah?

Anyone on this street keep their keys in their car?

I steal a car, my dad will kill me.

Just around the block. Who said steal?

Your dad kill you for writing your name too?

See, now it'll be there forever.

Me too.

Forever.

Let me ask you something.

You brats think it's okay to destroy municipal property?

Huh?

Come here.

Get over here.

Well, do you?

- No, sir. - No, sir.

- No. - No, what?

Sir.

You're the hard case of the group, huh?

A pack of punks, huh?

You live around here?

Right there.

You?

Right over there.

How about you? Where do you live, son?

- Rester Street. - Is your mother home?

We're gonna go have a talk with her. Tell her what her punk kid's been up to.

Get in.

Get the fuck inside.

In.

You kids go tell your mothers what you've been up to.

And don't let me catch you shits ruining my sidewalks again.

What do you mean? Who put Dave in a car?

The cop. He had a gold badge.

How do you know it was a cop? See anything on the badge?

- No, no writing. - He had a uniform on?

Like a regular police uniform?

- He was a cop. - He took Davey.

- So, what were you guys doing? - We wrote our names in the cement...

You were writing in cement and playing hockey, but they took Dave?

- That doesn't make sense. Come on. - Is there something wrong, Dad?

Please.

No more.

Please.

No more, please.

- Have you seen him? - Looks like damaged goods to me.

Jesus.

You took some good swings today.

Dad, I struck out.

Good swings, though. That's what counts.

I'll never be a good ballplayer.

Hey, you're my son. Me, Dave Boyle.

Star shortstop, Trinity High School, 1978 to '82.

You're gonna be a great ballplayer.

Hey.

- See that gutter drain over there? - Yeah.

I used to play on this street when I was a kid.

That drain swallowed every ball we had.

Baseballs, street-hockey balls, Pinkys.

If we could get that manhole cover up...

could be 1000 balls down there.

Really? Let's try.

Get in.

Come on, Dad, come help me hunt for balls.

Maybe tomorrow. Let's get home before Mom starts to worry.

Jimmy. Jimmy.

Earth to Mr. Markum.

- What do you want now, Pete? - Like I'm Mr. Needy all of a sudden?

We're out of the Marlboros and the Winstons are looking grim.

- So? - So that means less profit...

and more profit means I get a raise.

So why don't you order more.

All right, but if the Surgeon General calls, you're my alibi.

- Hey, you. - Hey, there.

I'm going out tonight with Eve and Diane, at 7:30.

Don't stay out too late. You got your sister's First Communion tomorrow.

- Christ, I sound like... - Someone's father?

Yeah, somebody's. Not mine.

- Later, Daddy. - Later.

Have fun.

- Later. - Later.

Brendan.

- You scared the shit out of me. - Sorry, I didn't want your dad to see me.

He sees you sneaking into my car, he'll shoot you.

What will he do if he sees this?

Shoot you and then kill you.

It's been six hours.

I had to see you.

I'm gonna be late for Eve and Diane.

Tomorrow?

Like we planned?

Tomorrow.

Drop me around the corner.

- Take it easy. - He kept cutting me off!

He kept cutting me off! He kept cutting me off!

He followed me all the way from Lynnfield. He was trying to kill me!

That son of a bitch!

Oh, can you believe this guy keeps confessing?

I don't know. Maybe we ought to grab a lawyer out of one of these BMWs up here.

Hey, Devine?

- What you looking at? - The old neighborhood.

- We're done, but I can stay. - No, I think we're good, thanks.

Um, a few of us are going to the Cantab after.

No, I don't think so, Jen. Thanks. Thanks anyway.

Yeah.

- So the wife left you six months ago? - So?

So Jenny Coughlin there with the body, voice and the cuffs...

This girl, she makes gay guys rethink their orientation.

So, what's your point?

The girl just wants to bed you, not wed you. You don't even blink?

She wants to worship at the temple of Sean Devine.

- I'm married, Whitey. - So was Bill Clinton, didn't stop him.

You haven't talked to Lauren in six months.

She calls all the time.

And says absolutely nothing. Weirdest thing I ever heard of.

One of these days, the phone's gonna ring and she'll tell me why she left.

Yeah? Maybe she's waiting for you to say something.

Come on, come on, come on.

The pitch. A swing and a line drive into right field. A base hit.

I just don't feel like they're gonna win this one.

Could we please have three beers?

Yeah, come on.

You believe those chicks?

- Come on. - Oh, yeah, baby.

Hey.

Ain't that Jimmy Markum's girl?

- We've got you right over here, boys. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I've known her since she was a kid.

A ball and two strikes. Two on, two out.

Dave.

It's 3 in the morning.

Where have you been?

Oh, my God.

I fucked up.

What happened?

This guy tried to mug me, and I swung on him and he sliced me.

But look at your hand. We gotta go to the hospital.

No, no, it's not that bad. It's not that deep.

It bled like hell. I can't go to the hospital.

Oh, my God, Dave.

Come on. Come here.

So I'm walking to my car, and this guy comes up to me, he asks for a light.

I say I don't smoke. He says neither does he.

My heart starts clocking a buck fifty because there's no one around.

- Oh, God. - That's when I see the knife.

Says, "Your wallet or your life. I'm leaving with one of them."

- That's what he said? - Yeah.

So I try to brush past him. That's when he slices me.

- You said you swung on him first. - Celeste, can I tell the fucking story?

I'm sorry, babe.

Shh.

I went fucking nuts on him, baby. I...

I went off.

I bashed his head on the parking lot.

There was blood everywhere.

I might have killed him.

Killed him?

It makes you feel...

alone, you know, hurting somebody.

Yeah, but you had to, right?

It makes you feel...

alien.

Okay.

Babe, you hop in the shower.

And I'll take care of your clothes.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Here.

911, police services. What's the nature of your emergency?

There's, like, this car with blood in it, and the door's open.

- What's the location of the car? - Sydney Street.

It's in the Flats by Pen Park. Me and my friend just found it.

- Son, what's your name? - He wants to know her name.

Your name, what's your name?

We're so fucking out of here. Good luck, man.

Dispatch, this is Unit 33.

We're gonna need a crime-scene tech, and you might want to notify Homicide.

Thirty-three, have you found a body yet? Over.