Pete Postlethwaite credited as playing...
Fergus 'Fergie' Colm
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: You're going to do this for me, or I'm going to clip your nuts, like I clipped your daddy's.
- Doug MacRay: Don't talk about my father.
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: Son, I knew your daddy. He worked for me for years. Years. Then he wanted his own thing. You play the horses? You know they either geld the horse with a knife or with chemicals. When your Daddy said no to me, I did him the chemical way. Gave your mother a taste. Got the hook into her. Ahh, she doped up good and proper. Hung herself with a wire, on Melnea Cass. And you, running around the neighborhood looking for her. Your daddy didn't have the heart to tell his son that he was looking for a suicide doper who was never coming home. If there's a Heaven son, she ain't in it.
- Doug MacRay: Don't get up... How you doing Fergie? Listen, uh, I wanted to stop by and tell you myself. Whatever this thing is you got going on, uh, I think my guys can handle it without me.
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: I wouldn't hire them without you. And I wouldn't hire you without them. You're a unit.
- Doug MacRay: Look, with all due respect, I didn't come here for a debate. I'm not doing it so, you know, work it out however you can and I...
- [reaches for his pocket]
- Doug MacRay: ... Calm down. It goes against my better judgment, but just out of respect, smooth things over, take this Ferg.
- [Lays money on the table]
- Doug MacRay: Alright?
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: Not gonna cut it. Do you think I'm gonna put your flipper head on this? You're going to do what I ask.
- Doug MacRay: Alright. Ok. Let me ask you something: Who the fuck you think you are? The only guy in Charlestown with a gun? You guys run numbers and pump dope. You're an old guy with a fucked up face so all those glory years are behind you. I ain't fucking working for you. Got it? If you got a problem with that, I live at 551 Bunker Hill st. Stop by any time. You know where to find me.
- [after seeing Coughlin die, Doug - still wearing his BPD uniform - hops into one BPD cruiser parked nearby with its engine running. He closes the door and drives off. He parks in front of Fergie's shop, and enters, caught by a surveillance camera]
- Doug MacRay: Rusty, something went wrong. Come here.
- [Doug puts a gun to Rusty's head and pulls the trigger, killing him instantly. The bullet passes right through Rusty's head]
- Doug MacRay: Fergie!
- [Fergie comes out from behind a curtain]
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: Prick!
- [They start shooting at one another. We see most of the action through a surveillance tape that only shows Fergie, but not Doug. One shot from Doug's Glock 17 causes Fergie to collapse to the ground. Doug walks over to him and puts his gun in the florist's crotch]
- Doug MacRay: Fergie, remember who clipped your nuts for you.
- [Scene cuts to black with the sound of a gunshot]
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: Cash is brought out and stacked fifteen minutes before the van does the pick up. That is when you hit. On Monday morning, before game stands in New York, sixty thousand beers, food, merchandise. Total call; three and a half million. Taking down the cathedral of Boston? Priceless.
- Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: You know they either geld a horse with a knife or with chemicals. When your Daddy said "no" to me, I did him the chemical way.