The Town (2010)

Jeremy Renner: James Coughlin

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• Doug MacRay : I need your help. I can't tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we're gonna hurt some people.

  James Coughlin : ...Whose car are we gonna' take?

• James Coughlin : If we get jammed up, we're holding court on the street.

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

  James Coughlin : Fuck you!

• [Doug and Jem break into the apartment of Alex Colazzo and attack him] 

  James Coughlin : What did you do? Huh?

  Alex Colazzo : I don't know what you're talking about.

  James Coughlin : That's my brother right there. What did you do to get him so cranked up, huh?

  Alex Colazzo : I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

  James Coughlin : You don't know?

  Alex Colazzo : No!

  [Jem takes out his gun and points it at Colazzo's head] 

  James Coughlin : How about now?

  Alex Colazzo : Chill. Chill. Chill.

  James Coughlin : Now you know?

  Alex Colazzo : Chill...

  James Coughlin : Hey, don't fucking tell me to chill!

  Doug MacRay : [to Coughlin]  That's enough.

  James Coughlin : What did you do?

  Alex Colazzo : I don't know that the fuck you're talking about.

  James Coughlin : No?

  [he shoots Colazzo in both legs. Colazzo starts screaming in pain] 

  James Coughlin : There goes college soccer! Hey, look at me.

  [pulls off his mask] 

  James Coughlin : See my face? You tell the cops, all right. But just remember, I've seen yours too.

• Claire Keesey : Did you say your name was Jim or Gem?

  James Coughlin : Well, huh, it's kinda both. The teacher's use to always say, "Here take this one. He's a gem."

• Doug MacRay : Something wrong with the apartment?

  James Coughlin : No. The Florist.

  Doug MacRay : The Florist what?

  James Coughlin : He came through.

  Doug MacRay : Ah, Jesus Christ.

  James Coughlin : It large Dougie.

  Doug MacRay : We're smoked hunters. Look, pick up an extra guy or go with three guys but fucking be smart and boot it.

  James Coughlin : Oh so you're not going?

  Doug MacRay : No. I'm not going.

  James Coughlin : Why is that?

  Doug MacRay : Because we got a ton of fucking heat on us for one thing.

  James Coughlin : Look. We'll put a move on them. I mean, we've done it a hundred times before.

  Doug MacRay : You know what, do what you want. I'm done.

  James Coughlin : What?

  Doug MacRay : I'm done.

  James Coughlin : What does that mean?

  Doug MacRay : What does it sound like?

  James Coughlin : What the fuck do you mean, you're done? Sounds like a buncha fucking bullshit.

  Doug MacRay : Let me put it to you this way, I'm putting this whole fucking town in my rear view.

  James Coughlin : There are people I can't let you walk away from.

  Doug MacRay : What? Who?

  James Coughlin : Come on.

  Doug MacRay : She's not my kid. Did she say that it was? I mean, come on, cut it out. All you give a fuck about is coke and Xbox and now you're trying say you care about Shyne, come on.

  James Coughlin : You know what your fucking problem is, you think you're better than people. Mister fucking clean, mister goddamn high and mighty. That's what you think, but you grew up right here. Same rules that I did.

  Doug MacRay : Who the fuck do you think you are? You're gonna let me or not let me do shit. Here's a little fucking cheat sheet for you. Its never gonna be me and you and your sister and Shyne playing house up there. You got it? Get that in your fucking head! I'm tired of your fucking one way bullshit. You wanna see me again? You can come visit me down in Florida.

• [first lines] 

  Doug MacRay : [narrating]  Driver's name is Arthur Shea. Former Metro Police officer, fifty-seven years old. Soon as his partner leaves with the coal bag, Artie cracks a Herald, and he don't look up 'til the guy gets back. Marty Maguire. Cummins Armored courier. Five-ten, two-twenty, fifty-two years old. Picks up every Wednesday and Friday at exactly 8:12, makes a hundred and ten dollars a day, carries a Sig nine. And he's about to get robbed.

  [cuts to Doug and Jem briefing their comrades, Gloansy and Dez, in a dark room] 

  Doug MacRay : We're fucked if we see a helicopter, we're fucked if we see SWAT. We see a cruiser, stop, take out the engine blocks, keep movin'. No one needs to get hurt.

  James Coughlin : Yeah, these guards like to test you, though. They wanna get hurt for ten dollars an hour, don't get in the way.

• James Coughlin : You grew up right here! Same rules that I did.

• Doug MacRay : You following us, Jem? Who were you tailing, me or her?

  James Coughlin : I told you. I made the Avalanche.

  Doug MacRay : You got nothing to worry about. It's all under control.

  James Coughlin : So, you're trying to get us jammed up, that it?

  Doug MacRay : Yeah, I'm trying to get you jammed up.

  James Coughlin : Tell me you got a move here, Dougie. Cause the only way I see it, is that you got sprung like a goddamn beer trap on some toonie pussy who happens to be the one goddamn person-*fuck*! the one person that can give us to the fucking feds.

  Doug MacRay : Calm down. Don't you think we need to be smart right now?

  James Coughlin : Smart? Let's start fucking all the witnesses. Oh yeah I'm blowing the Assistant manager, am I smart now? And no, I didn't tell the other guys because they'd flip the fuck out! And I want the ready for the next thing.

  Doug MacRay : I told you, the next fucking thing ain't ready yet.

  James Coughlin : Then fucking make it ready!

  Doug MacRay : I don't like the guards on the next thing, alright. One kid is like fucking G.I. Joe, He wears the vest on the outside and tucks his pants into his fucking combat boots.

  James Coughlin : The truck's fucking waist high.

  Doug MacRay : We'll find another truck with the driver who's a fucking fat kid with his fucking shit on top who don't think he's special forces.

  James Coughlin : Well I know your happy in fuck-city over there but I waited nine years in Walpole for you Motherfucker, just nine years that's all. I'm done waiting

  Doug MacRay : This is the last one. We're hitting pause after this. We get pinched, remember whose idea this was, okay. Be ready on Friday.

• [as the bank robbery progresses, Desmond realizes that someone has pulled the silent alarm] 

  Desmond Elden : Hold it!

  [touches his ear] 

  Desmond Elden : Silent alarm, this address.

  James Coughlin : Who did it?

  Assistant Bank Manager : Look, nobody did anything.

  James Coughlin : What?'! Huh?'! What'd you say?

  Assistant Bank Manager : Nobody did anything.

  James Coughlin : You pull the alarm?

  Assistant Bank Manager : No. No!

  James Coughlin : Did you?

  Assistant Bank Manager : I didn't pull any alarm!

  James Coughlin : You're lying you motherfucker!

  [he starts pistol-whipping the bank manager with his rifle, but Doug stops him] 

  Doug MacRay : Easy. Easy. That's enough.

  [Claire looks up and sees the tattoo that is on Jem's neck just below his mask] 

• James Coughlin : [talking about Doug]  Secrets with this one.

• [Gloansy turns off the surveillance monitors just as Doug and Jem, disguised as police officers, enter the tunnel near the cash room] 

  Doug MacRay : Who called 911?

  James Coughlin : Did you guys call 911?

  First Security Guard : No one from here called.

  Young Security Guard : No we didn't uh... it wasn't us.

  Doug MacRay : Who dialed a 911 call?

  James Coughlin : It's a robbery guys, come on!

  Young Security Guard : You said a robbery?

  Doug MacRay : Yeah. A call sayin' you're being held up.

  Young Security Guard : Oh, let... let me call Mike.

  Doug MacRay : We just walked passed Mike. He let us in.

  James Coughlin : Hey, look guys we got a distress call. All right. So, who made the call?

  First Security Guard : Nobody called from here.

  James Coughlin : [looks at Doug like they got sent here by mistake]  So... no one called. What are we doing here?

  First Security Guard : Hold on. Where's Mike?

  Doug MacRay : I just told you where Mike was!

  Young Security Guard : You boys see all right? With the uh...

  [nods to the dark sunglasses that both Doug and Jem are wearing] 

  Doug MacRay : Huh? Listen, you fuckin' smart ass!

  James Coughlin : For our safety, for everyone's safety here we need to see your ID's. All right?

  Second Security Guard : Guys... guys, hold up. We've been here all mornin'. Take it easy.

  Doug MacRay : My partner asked for your ID. All right. We don't know you. Until we identify all the parties involved here, we're gonna need some ID's and we're gonna need to see everyone on the ground. Right now.

  [one of guards pulls the sidearm from his holster] 

  Doug MacRay : Whoa! Whoa!

  Second Security Guard : Hey, hey! Relax.

  [Doug and Jem pull out their guns and force the guards to lie on their stomachs, and quickly bind their hands behind their backs] 

• [Doug, Coughlin, and Gloansy make a second pass around the block while waiting for the armored car to show up. As they are reaching the bank, they see the armored car pulling up] 

  Albert 'Gloansy' Magloan : Say your prayers. Here we go. Here we go...

  [Doug and Coughlin put on rubber masks with nuns' faces, complete with veils. In slow motion, a young boy on the sidewalk sees Doug, in disguise, holding an assault rifle with the stock up. He stares, petrified. In real time, Gloansy speeds up, runs a stop sign, and makes a hard right hand turn, screeching to a halt. Doug and Coughlin jump out of the backseat. Doug pistol-whips the guard unloading the coal bag, while Coughlin jumps into the back of the truck] 

  James Coughlin : Don't move!

  [He pistol-whips the guard in the back. The driver, petrified, can't do anything. Outside, Doug shoves the coal bag, which comes to a rest against their van's trunk, while Coughlin loads money into his duffel bags. Doug holds his gun as bystanders begin to flee the area. Gloansy, sitting in the driver's seat, hears something on his police scanner] 

  Police Dispatcher : ...All units in the area, 261 in progress...

  [Gloansy turns to address Doug and Coughlin] 

  Albert 'Gloansy' Magloan : The call went out!

  [Inside the truck, Coughlin looks up, and sees that the driver has left his seat] 

  Beacon G.I. Joe Driver : Get out here asshole! I got your friend!

  [Coughlin turns and sees that the driver is holding a gun to Doug's back. He immediately draws his own assault rifle] 

  Doug MacRay : Calm down. Put your gun away, you're gonna get hurt.

  James Coughlin : Put that fucking gun down now!

  Beacon G.I. Joe Driver : My God, you are the...

  [Coughlin shoots the guard in the chest - seriously wounding him, and barely missing Doug] 

  Doug MacRay : Geez!

  [Coughlin jumps out of the truck and stands over the unconscious guard] 

  James Coughlin : Should've stayed in the truck!

  [He and Doug get back in the van]