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Ah, you shanty
Irish piece of shit.

You're gonna learn just how
deep the East River is,

you fuckin' dumb Mick.

I'm a fucking Gambino underboss;
you're all gonna fuckin' die.

Look at you, dolled-up like a...

like a peacock at a pigeon race.

And them shoulder pads.

Fellas, you'd think he was
linebacker for the Giants.

Your own boss told us

there was gonna be
no more of this shit.

You are fuckin' fucked,
my friend.

Only asking five grand, asshole.

-Your loafers cost that much.
-Fuck you.

We're gonna call again.

That money ain't here soon;

we take off the loafers
and start cuttin' toes.

Davey O'Brien.

What possessed you
to take this man hostage?

Mr. Sweeney,
got a good tip on a pony.

The five grand could
make us a fortune.

Plenty of smarter ways
to make that money, Davey.

Put the gun down, please.

Besides which, this grease ball
waltzes into the 596,

shakes down Ray Quinlan

and slaps Erin Malone
in the face.

He's lucky he's still
fuckin' breathing.

Hey, uh, Davey,

maybe you was, uh,

you know,
too soused to remember,

but Mr. Sweeney told us

we don't touch
the Italians no more.

We're working with them now.

So, just do as he says,
and put the gun down.

I know you're moving up
in the world, Jimmy,

but this ain't about you.

I'll put the five grand
on the pony myself

and we'll split the winnings.
Huh? How 'bout that?

You're as poor as I am.

Fuck you. I'll get the money.

And Mr. Sweeney here
will front me, won't ya?

Look, I've never lied to ya.

All right, you can trust me.

It's for the best
of all of us, just...

just give me the fuckin' gun.

I wouldn't do this
for anyone but you, Jimmy.

Hey, untie me, you shit stain.

Vinnie, my apologies.

Give you my word
it won't happen again.

What the fuck?
What the fuck you do that for?

Untie him.

We're not fucking
with the Italians anymore.

Am I clear now?

-Yes, sir.
-Understood.

Clean that shit up.

-♪ It didn't take long ♪
-♪ It didn't take long ♪

-♪ I didn't get far ♪
-♪ I didn't get far ♪

♪ Before the cops were told ♪

-♪ That I'd stolen the car ♪
-♪ Stolen the car ♪

-♪ There was an APB ♪
-♪ APB ♪

-♪ Sent out for me ♪
-♪ Out for me ♪

♪ Ratted out by my own ♪

♪ Now I'm a public enemy ♪

♪ I'm a Catholic school kid ♪

-♪ I'm an altar boy ♪
-♪ Altar boy ♪

♪ I was dropped on my head ♪

-♪ Now I'm here to destroy ♪
-♪ Here to destroy ♪

-♪ I'm a stone-cold killer ♪
-♪ Stone-cold killer ♪

-♪ In the CYO ♪
-♪ CYO ♪

♪ I'm lining them up ♪

♪ And I'm laying them low ♪

♪ But honest as the day is lon,
that's a fact ♪

♪ I'm not nearly half
as bad as I act ♪

♪ See, I'm always wrong
in the eyes of the law ♪

♪ Parents and priests say
it's the final straw ♪

♪ But sure as the sun,
it rises and sets ♪

♪ I'll do it again
it's a surefire bet ♪

Was that really necessary?

I mean,
Davey was a loyal soldier.

He was outta control.

All I'm saying is,

you didn't hafta
fucking shoot him.

Jimmy, you let one dog bite,
they all start barking.

I had to send a message.

He's lucky I didn't take
a fuckin' rusty knife

and cut off his balls.

There go the Saints themselves.

You ladies give
the Blessed Virgin

a run for her money.

God bless you, Mr. Sweeney.

Jimmy, I get you're upset,

but we can't afford to piss off
the Italians right now.

Why? Goddamn Italians
don't respect us.

For years,
they've treated us like shit.

Yeah.

And for years we grabbed
'em off the street

for penny-ante ransom,
and they were willing to pay

instead of spillin' blood.

It was like
a fuckin' game to both of us.

But it's fuckin' childish,

and it's gotta end.

We gotta keep our eyes
on the big picture.

And there it is.

Javits Center,

biggest project in
the history of New York City.

Half a billion dollars.

Now, normally the Italians would
handle all the kickbacks,

and bid-rigging
and no-show jobs.

But this is on our turf,
so I got us a piece,

big piece.

We play our cards right,
we're talking tens of millions.

That's more than our
loan-sharking, numbers, whores.

All of our rackets combined.

But the Italians outnumber us
about a hundred to one.

So we can't fuck this up.

We won't.

Jimmy.

I loved Davey too.

I did...

but he had to go.

Oh, I know. I know.

Someone's got to say
a few words.

Oh, I'm not too grand
at public speaking.

-What are you doing?
-Well, here.

Some liquid courage. Go on.

I, uh...

I just thought
I might say a few words

on behalf of our friend.

You know, many of us here,
we grew up with Davey.

Went to school 'round
the corner at Holy Cross.

At least pretended to.

But Davey was always
a ring leader.

The first to kick
a ball at recess.

The first to kiss a girl.

Always the first to buy a round.

The first to stand up
for his friends.

We may not know why

the Lord decided
to take him from us.

But I wouldn't be surprised
if it's 'cause...

'cause Jesus was thirsty for
a good friend and a cold pint.

To Davey.

We'll miss you.

-He has some nerve coming here.
-Bridget, shush.

What? Everyone knows
what he did.

You're all too coward
to say nothing.

It was Davey's fault, all right?
He fucked up.

Yeah, keep telling
yourself that.

Sorry.

I don't mean to be
givin' you a hard time.

Well, the problem is
that I agree with you.

So do they.

Shit.

Is it just me,
or does she get prettier

every time I turn around?

I haven't changed
a whit, Mr. Sweeney.

Could be your eyesight.

No.

No, these eyes
don't miss a thing.

Like when this guy
first came to me for a job.

You were what? Fifteen?

Uh... thirteen and a half.
I lied.

I saw a fire in his eyes.

The world had been
knockin' him down.

He kept getting back up.

I knew nothin' was gonna
stop him, even at that age.

Thirteen and a half.

What age was Davey when
you found him, Mr. Sweeney?

Well, these guys all lie
about their age, apparently.

So, hard to tell, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Beautiful words, Jimmy.

I might have some good news
for you on this sad day.

My sister Annie works
at Bellevue.

She says your pal Mickey's
responding well to treatment.

She's seen him?

I don't know the details,
but she thinks

he could be gettin' out soon.

Mr. Flanagan.
This is gonna be just like

last time,
only a little bit stronger.

Mr. Sweeney.

Mr. Gotti's expecting you.

He's at the table in the back.

Zaccaro told me about
what you'd done,

and I gotta say I'm glad
you did the right thing.

I mean, grabbing our guys for
ransom, that shit gotta stop.

My arrangement with Big Paul
is all I care about.

Yeah. You're just lucky
I didn't have my gun,

'cause I woulda popped everybody
in that goddamn place.

Vin, c'mon.
He's still a bit sore.

Fuck do you think I feel?

I had to off one of my own,
a good kid.

Because this scumbag comes
into our neighborhood

acting like a fuckin' jackass.

If it's up to me,
I'd drop a fucking nuke

on that shit-heap donkey
neighborhood of yours.

Hey, Vin. Come on.
Hey, take it easy.

All right.

Look...

You guys got a rep
that's way bigger

than your actual
fuckin' numbers.

I mean, you're vicious,
you're fuckin' crazy,

you're drunk half the time...

-No, John...
-Let me fuckin' finish.

All this government money
from the Javits,

it brings a lot
of government eyes.

So you need
to keep those animals

you got underneath you in check.

Same goes for your animals.

Are we done?

No.

I got a request from Big Paul.

There's, um...

there's an Irish union leader,

Deke Kinsella,
running his mouth.

Yeah, I know Deke,
runs the Local 833.

He's just trying to negotiate
a bigger payday for himself.

Everybody's smelling green
with this Javits thing.

Yeah, sure, he's gotta to go.

Deke is very well liked
in our neighborhood.

-Not in ours.
-Shut the fuck up.

Listen, he's gotta
to be silenced.

As a show of good faith
to Mr. Castellano and myself.

Dr. Campbell,
call the nurses' station.

Dr. Campbell,
call the nurses' station.

No, you're gonna
have to go...

Please stop, just settle down.

It's gonna be okay.

Mom!

Calm down...
all right, let's go.

Those your people there?

Paging Dr. Esau.
Go to Observation.

Jesus.

There you go.
Take care, Mr. Flanagan.

They...

promised it was
just a wee lobotomy.

Are you two my parole officers?

Oh, you...

you fucker!

-How you doin', Jimmy?
-How you fuckin' doing?

What? No hug?
Come here, princess.

Are you all right?
What'd they do in there?

Nah, nothin' a drink won't fix.

Right, so I'm lying there
in this fucking strait-jacket

on the floor
like an animal, right?

When this nurse
with these giant knockers

comes right at me and she tries
shoving these horse pills

down my throat, right?

I say, "What the fuck, lady.
What are they for?"

She looks at me,
she's dead serious, she says,

"They'll calm you down," right?

I say,
"Sweetheart, calm me down?

How about we try
showing me them tits first,

see if that don't
calm me down, right?"

Now she's furious,
and she looks at me, she says,

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Lady, I'm in a fuckin'
strait jacket in Bellevue,

you gonna ask me
a question like that?

I say, "Fine, fine,
how about one pill for one tit?"

Was she good looking, though?

-Was she a pretty nurse?
-Ah, no. She had a face

like a fucking bulldog
chewing a wasp.

We're gettin' married
next Friday.

Make sure she's not Catholic,
you'll have 10 ugly kids.

It's fuckin' good to be home.

Yeah. We missed you, didn't we?

Sláinte.

Yeah, I missed you.

Hey, where the fuck
is Davey O'Brien?

I thought for sure he'd be here.

Uh. Well, we'll talk
about it later.

Oh, yeah?

What is he,
drunk or in jail, huh?

Glad some things
haven't changed.

The usual, Mr. Sweeney?

Thanks Ray.

A round for the boys here too.

Mickey fucking Flanagan.

I heard you got out.

-How are you, sir?
-How you feeling?

-Never better.
-Yeah? Still hearing the voices?

Oh no, they zapped them
right out of me, sir.

I'm almost normal now.

Are you kidding me?
You were never fucking normal.

-Normal's overrated, right?
-Yes, sir.

Enjoy. Jimmy, come see me
in the morning about a job.

Yes, sir.

Hey, if it's about a job,
Mr. Sweeney,

-I could use one too.
-Hey, Mickey,

"almost normal"
ain't good enough.

No, Eddie.
Give the kid a chance.

You come too. Don't be late.

-Sir.
-9:00 AM.

Hey, everybody.

To Eamon Sweeney!

For always looking out
for the less fortunate!

Let me get 20
on the Dolphins.

That kid Marino's got
an arm like a cannon.

Marino's great, but you better
pray their defense shows up

this week, or you'll be
crying by halftime.

-Keenan?
-Yeah.

I need a lock.
Who's your sure thing this week?

Sure thing?

Do yourself a favor.

Take your money and go
buy your wife some flowers,

stay away from the Lions.

If you're lucky,
maybe the missus lets you run

a two-minute drill
on her tonight.

Ah, fuck yourself.
Give me the Giants.

Let's go, shit-bird.

Boss, sorry.

-They want you downtown.
-What?

Huh. For once
it ain't Internal Affairs.

And wear your lid!

You're representing
the department.

The Gambino Family is
the most powerful

crime organization in New York,

if not the whole country.

And we're coordinating federal,
state and local resources

under FBI jurisdiction to build
a RICO case against them.

This is the Gambino
family structure,

Paul Castellano at the top,
and John Gotti climbing fast.

And you're, what,
the boss of this thing?

Yeah, I'm Special Agent
in Charge.

I know, right?
They even gave me a nameplate.

Why am I here?

Harry, play 51B,
would you please?

Sure, Agent Polk.

Big Paul's got
a hard-on for these micks.

I say we wipe 'em all out,
but he wants to play ball.

That's John Gotti,

griping about Paul Castellano's
new arrangement

with the Irish gangs
to exploit the Javits Center.

And that concerns me how?

Well, given your history
in the neighborhood,

you could be of value.

We've tagged about 20 Irishmen

as fully vested members
of this group.

They're led by Eamon Sweeney.

He runs a security company
at the Javits site,

but that's like
a fox guarding the henhouse

because he steals anything
that isn't nailed down.

I can't help you. Sorry.

It was good to meet you.

Youse have a nice day.

Hey, get me 50
on the Cowboys, will ya?

America's Team!

Fuck me.

Yeah, we know about your
sports book outta the precinct.

Uh, c'mon. Are you serious?
That's chicken shit.

It's small potatoes, I agree.

But when the disciplinary
committee gets a hold of it,

my guess is your pension
goes straight down the tubes.

Okay, look, Agent Polk,

I don't even know
any of those guys anymore.

I won't be of any help to you.

Oh, yeah? Take a look at this.

Shaddup, will ya? Keep it down!

Shut the fuck up!

Hey, Jimmy, I'll get
my own place soon, I swear.

You can stay as long as
you want, all right?

If you're going to be sick,
there's a bin.

Aim for the center.

-Hey, hey, princess...
-Uh-huh?

If you ever wanna leave
this bastard right here,

you know where
to find me, right?

On the couch.

Yeah. I'll be right here.

Fuck you.
You can tuck yourself in.

No! Jimmy, come tuck me in!

Good night, Mickey.

Hey brother, brother! Remember.

Once you turn orange
and they steal your thoughts,

I can't get you back, okay?

I can't get you back.

But don't look 'em in the eyes.

You'll both be fine.

He's drunk. He's drunk.

I'm drunk,
I'm not spouting shite

about someone turning orange.

Wait. Can I... can I give you
a word of advice?

After we take off
our clothes, all right?

Don't bring him back to Sweeney.

Well, how else is
he gonna find work?

You get him an honest job.

That man, you know that man.

He should not be
anywhere near a gun.

You worry too much.

You worry too little.

Now who's the one
talking shite, mm?

Who's talking shite?

The Javits Center!
This is something, huh?

Sure is.

-Cigar?
-No, I don't smoke 'em, sir,

but I'll take one for my mother.

Thank you.

It's good to see
youse two back together.

You were always
the best of the bunch.

Now, this job I got for you,

it's not gonna be easy
but pays a tidy sum.

So, what is it?

Deke Kinsella.
He's been mouthing off.

Huh. What else is new?

Yeah, well, I need him silenced.

Understood?
I gotta spell it out?

No, no, no. I got it.

Ah, I think
I might take Connor with me.

Maybe Sean.

Mickey, I want you
to sit this one out.

What? What are
you talking about, Jim?

Mr. Sweeney, you know,
I've been thinking

maybe you could give Mickey
an honest job, you know?

At least for a while.

Something like a, you know,
a security guard maybe.

Fuck that. What is this?
What are you doing right now?

Mickey, you're on probation.

I mean, he's lucky
the judge threw him to Bellevue

or he'd still be
sitting in jail.

The next time
you might not get so lucky.

Yeah, he's making
a good point, Mickey.

Oh fuck... Sir.

I'm not standing around
holdin' my fuckin' dick

while all my brothers
do all the work.

-Mickey, I'm just...
-No, no, Jimmy, listen to me.

Okay? I'm fine now.
I can handle anything.

These doctors, they fucking
cured me, all right?

I take my pills
and I feel right as rain.

I promise you, brother,
I wouldn't lie to you.

I can do this.

Boss, come on.

All right. Take whoever
you want, all right?

Just don't fuck it up.

Deke Kinsella. Silenced.

They sit in their
fancy Italian restaurants,

and drive their shiny Cadillacs,

all paid for
by the sweat of Irish labor.

The Italians,

with intimidation and violence,

control the dockside companies
we Irish work for.

They determine what we're paid,

who gets on what crew,

leechin' off the honest labor
of men like us.

Well, it's time we reminded 'em
who holds the real power.

-That's right!
-Us!

Crowd sure loves him, huh?

'Cause he's not
telling them about

all the kickbacks he's getting.

Which is why I urge you

to vote for a general strike

against every dockside company

controlled by the Italians!

Strike!
Strike! Strike!

We get a word, Deke?

I had a feeling I was gonna
get a visit one of these days.

Just didn't think
they'd be Irish.

Eamon Sweeney sent us,

and he wants you to stop
the strike talk.

Oh.

So he's sucking
Italian cock now, eh?

He can fuck off too.

What, are you sore
you're not the only one

stealing from your own men?

I'd think long and hard before
running that mouth, Roarke.

Not when you only brought
a fucking featherweight.

Get outta here before I spill
your brains on the sidewalk.

Have it your way.

Fuck! Argh, he fuckin' bit me!

Wait, no, no, no, no, Mickey!
Mickey, don't kill him!

Sweeney said
to silence him, right?

Yeah. Gimme the knife.

Open his mouth.

It's all there.

Skim from every union
and contractor.

All right.

Take the Gambino cut out,

get it over to Gotti,
that motherfucker.

I don't know why Big Paul
puts up with that asshole.

I don't know.
Maybe he'll regret it one day.

You two get hit by a bus?

You won't be hearing much
from Deke Kinsella.

His tongue?

Why kill the bastard?
You said to silence him.

What the fuck?

Okay...

Fuckin' hell.

Nice.

That's it! That's it!

Get the fuck back in there.
Let's go, kid!

There it is! Yeah, yeah.

Danny!

Danny!

Hey.

You gonna make me chase you?
Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

-Come over here.
-What?

I'm gonna show you something.

What's this, huh?

Sweeney's lieutenant
Eddie Breen and you.

The FBI has
your fuckin' picture.

What are you,
Eamon Sweeney's bag man now?

Oh and now you care
what the fuck I'm doin'?

-What?
-Now you care?

You know what?
Leave me the fuck alone.

Hey, you don't walk away from...
I'm talking to you.

I'm your father!

My friends,
it's easy to sit here

in New York
and think of the Troubles

as something
in the faraway streets

of Belfast or Derry.

But let me tell you plainly,

the Troubles are real,
and they are bloody.

Now, our cause is just
and our vision is clear.

It's a united Ireland,

free from foreign rule,

where every man,
woman, and child

can walk their streets
without fear

from our British oppressors.

And... um...

Do you know what the truth is?

The powerful are not
as invincible as they seem.

Their size is their weakness,
they grow fat and careless,

while we grow sharper
and hungrier for justice.

With unity and courage,

we will outlast the Troubles.

Hear, hear!

Brendan Cahill.

That was a beautiful
speech you made.

What are you doing here?

Well, I heard you'd given up
the cause for fundraisers.

So, I've come
to contribute to NORAID...

and to see you.

So now you carry pamphlets
instead of a gun?

How did you even get out?

Well, walls of the Maze prison

aren't quite
as thick as they say,

and even those most loyal
to the British Crown

can be bought, so...

it's good to see you, Sarah.

I'm Bridget now.

I'm an American,

so you know I subsist
on hot dogs and hamburgers.

Well, fuck, I won't be
taking you to dinner so.

I do have a wee favor
to ask you.

Huh. Yeah, is that right?

You work at the shipping docks.

How do you know that?

I have a package that
I need kept safe and secure.

-Can you do that?
-I don't do

that kind of thing
anymore, Brendan.

I understand completely...

and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
of the utmost importance.

But I'm planning something
significant for the cause.

And do you want to save lives
or just make pretty speeches?

Ah, fucker.
It's that time of month.

Glenn.
What's the good word?

You're not gonna
fuckin' believe this.

They're trying to put me
on the Gambino Squad.

What the fuck is that, exactly?

Just had one.

It's a task force
made up of Feds.

They're lookin'
to take down Castellano.

Some Fed broad named
Birdie Polk called me in.

Why you?

She knows
I'm from the neighborhood,

figures I'm close to you.

They must know
you been talkin' to Castellano.

But don't worry, I told them
they could go fuck themselves.

Why would you say that?

-Whattaya mean?
-Tell 'em you want in.

Why? What for?

Because I wanna know exactly
what the fuck they know.

I'll double your pad.

You bring me whatever you can
on this fuckin' squad.

-Just one thing.
-What?

I understand my son Danny's
been running errands for you.

Yeah.

So, if I do this,

I'm gonna ask you
to stay away from Danny.

Glenn, with respect,

you're not even
in the boy's life.

I'm just asking you
for this one thing.

I gotta recruit from
the neighborhood, Glenn,

or we're gonna die out,
you know that.

Please, this is me asking.

Danny's a big boy.

He can make his own decisions.

Take your fucking money, Glenn.

Here's to you.

So tell me,

what was it, what was it
really like in Bellevue?

Jimmy, it's a fucking nut house.
What do you want me to say?

I mean, it's a bunch
of fuckin' shrinks

asking about your past,
your childhood,

and whether you want
to fuck your own mother.

I know I, uh...

you know, I should've
visited more, it's just...

No, no, no. Don't do that.

I wouldn't have wanted you
to see me in there.

Besides,
what you've done for me,

puttin' me up,
bringin' me along with Sweeney,

fuckin' this.

That's the best fuckin'
therapy I could ask for.

Hey, what the fuck
is Erin Malone

doing in here with that dago?

Whattaya think she's doing?
Paying her rent.

Hey you! Johnny Walker Black
on the rocks.

-What do you want, baby?
-Jameson's if you don't mind.

Yeah, just give her
a beer. Jameson's.

Hey, Jimmy. Hi, Mickey.

Erin.

-Don't fuckin' talk to them.
-Didn't mean nothin' by it.

Hey, you're here on my dime,
you understand?

I fuckin' own you,
you Irish cunt.

-You understand?
-Hey!

Is that how you talk to a lady,

you fucking low-class
piece of shit?

-Mickey, don't.
-What?

-No disrespect.
-Huh?

You. Sweeney's guy.

Tell that cocksucker to shut up.

-What'd you say?
-Mickey.

Hey, how about fuck you, dago!

You dumb fuckin' mick bastard,
shut your fuckin' trap!

You hear me?
Shut your fuckin' hole!

You're the only one
I hear fuckin' talking!

Better tell your boy to shut up.

He's gonna end up
like Davey O'Brien.

What the fuck you say?
Huh? What'd he say?

Don't want no trouble.
Ray, their drinks are on me.

Hey, how about this? Fuck you!

I'll cut off your fuckin'
head off, dago! Fuck you!

Hey Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes, they're calling.

Go fetch, you fucking mutt.

Get the fuck off me!
What was he talking about?

Mickey, I need you
to calm the fuck down!

What about Davey O'Brien?

Just listen to me.

Now, Zaccaro's
a piece of shit, all right?

I fucking know that,

but we stand to make a lot
of money with that asshole.

The rules are different now.

What fucking rules?

I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker!

No, leave it the fuck alone!

I need you to trust me,
all right?

Are they stealing your thoughts?

-What?
-Are they stealing

your fucking thoughts?
Don't lie to me!

Mickey, stop it with that shit!

Fuck, they are!
They fucking are! Fuck!

I know, 'cause
the Jimmy Roarke that I know

would be stomping
that motherfucker's head

on the pavement right now!

Goddamnit.

You could at least tell me
what you're storing here.

Do you not trust me?

You used to.

You screwed that up pretty bad.

Then trust this.

What we're doing together

is for the glory of Ireland.

For the glory of Ireland, then.

Come on, let's move.

Okay. Over this way,
just park it there!

That there is
the secondary storage bay.

It's for damaged goods.

I am going to slap
a label on the crate

and I'll log it
as pending inspection.

What happens if they inspect it?

Mind your nagging, Donal.
We can trust her.

Are you not gonna
tell me what's in there?

Ah, you know how it is, Bridget.

That's on a need-to-know basis.

Sure.

But I'm still wanted
by the cunts overseas,

so I think I need to know.

Of course.

After everything
your family's been through.

I'll make
an exception this once.

Just for you.

Open it.

Sweet Jesus. A rocket launcher.

One of those can
take out a building,

amongst other things.

And what are
you gonna use it for?

Question-and-answer
session's over,

but you get an A+ for attendance
and being inquisitive.

Get it in there.
Don't fucking drop it.

Yes, sir. Good?

You fucking
those Irish bastards?

What're you talking
about, Vinnie?

Those micks at the 596,

'cause I don't want you
touching them.

It ruins it for me.

Oh, yeah?

Might wanna have a word
with Mister Sweeney about that.

Oh, yeah, I just might
do that, baby.

Because you're so fucking
beautiful, you know that?

And I'm gettin' real serious
about you, huh?

But you gotta promise me,
no more Irish dicks.

Aw! That is some good shit.

Try some.

I hope you had your fun...

'cause now it's my turn.

You are gonna fuckin'
regret this.

Just drive.

Vito, you gotta
cut a little bit more

up in the back there.
You see that?

You gotta keep that
clean, right?

So, Zaccaro here?

Nah. I ain't seen him.

What the fuck. He was supposed
to be here an hour ago.

He's gotta come with me
to Staten Island to see Paul.

Eh, probably took a detour
to visit his goomah.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Between the booze
and the pussy, this guy.

-Sal, Vin.
-Yeah.

Go take a look.

Come on.

Oh yeah, that's nice, Vito,
that looks good.

You're a fuckin' artist, Vito.

Excuse me?

Can I help you?

Hey!

Hey!

Officer Keenan.

I got this, Harry.

I changed my mind.

I'm willing to work
with your Gambino Squad,

but I have one ask.

What's that?

When you take Sweeney down,

you leave my son Danny alone.

Hey, kid, I can make
you a rich man.

Hey, uh, you mind
if I have some of your coke?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, be my guest.

C'mon, how much you want?
Huh? Just...

you set a number,
you'll get paid.

God, that's some good shit
that you got here, huh?

Huh.

Hey, uh...

do you want a hit?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

-Yeah?
-Absolutely.

Do you want another hit?

Listen. Hey, hey, listen.

My boss'll pay you
a hundred grand,

hundred grand to let me go.

What, you think
this is about money?

You know me better
than that by now, huh?

C'mon, man, listen, I...

I didn't mean nothing
about that girl.

'Kay, she's just a whore.
I bang her from time to time.

I meant no disrespect,
to you or to your friend.

So where's Davey?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Davey O'Brien! You were saying

his fuckin' name back there,
where is he?

He fuckin'... he grabbed me,
and he wanted $5,000.

So what? What'd you do, huh?

Did you fuckin' kill him
over five grand?

Whoa, whoa.
I didn't kill him! I swear.

It was Sweeney!

I didn't kill him,
it was Sweeney.

-You fuckin' liar!
-I swear on my mother's grave!

I swear on my mother's grave!

Just call him up and ask him.

I swear to you.
I swear on my mother's grave.

Call him up,
phone's right there, come on.

Hey. Good day?

Mm-hmm.

Is it beans on toast
or beans on spuds?

You'll eat it
and you'll like it.

You all right?

Yeah.

Sometimes you think
you leave the past behind,

and then it comes rollin'
back to make your head spin.

That doesn't sound very good.
What happened?

Brendan Cahill
paid me a visit today.

Brendan Cahill?

-How the fuck did he find you?
-I don't know.

That's what worries me,
I haven't seen him.

I have not spoken to him
in over three years.

So, what'd he want?

He...

Nothing much.

-I'll...
-No-no.

-Hello?
-Yeah, it's me.

-Eamon?
-Your fuckin' pal Flanagan

took Vincent Zaccaro hostage.

He's sayin'
all kinds of crazy shit.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Now, we gotta
get down there and get

that fucking dago outta there
in one fucking piece,

before the Italians
come down here

and rain holy hell
on all of us. Got it?

No, no, I'll meet you there.

What's going on?

Nothing much.

All right, so,
we gotta make sure

that fucking asshole Zaccaro

gets out of there in one piece.

Right?

And then, uh...

Jimmy...

I'm gonna need you to put
a bullet in Flanagan's head.

Sorry. He's gotta go.

Mickey?

Hey. Look,
it's my Irish friends!

Or maybe they're Italians.

I can't fucking tell anymore.

Sweeney, get me
the fuck out of here.

Hey, you shut the fuck up!

Hey! Mickey, Mickey,
relax, all right?

We're just here to talk.

So put down the gun
and let's talk.

Hey, Jimmy, you know
this dago offered me

a hundred thousand bucks?

That's a lotta money,
right, Jimmy?

-It sure is.
-What do you think?

Should we take him up on it?

-Sure.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-Well, Davey O'Brien

was only asking
for five grand, it turns out.

You kill him over that,
Mr. Sweeney?

We're all friends here, Mickey.

You know,
I didn't believe this fucker

when he first told me,

but now I see that you're here
with your guns ready,

I'm guessing
it's true, huh fellas?

Mickey, Mickey,
look at me, look at me.

It's me.

We've been through
a lot together, right?

You know I'd never hurt you,

but I am telling you,

you have gotta let this guy go.

You're on his side, huh?

For fuck's sake, Mickey,
I'm trying to help you.

Eamon, kill
this motherfucker now!

-Shut the fuck up!
-Kill this motherfucker!

Please, I am begging you!
Mickey, I am begging you.

Just give me the fuckin' gun.

You know what, Jimmy,

I'm glad that you're here.

'Cause you and I both know

I'm not gettin'
out of here alive.

I'm just trying to decide
who I need to take with me.

Now, look, no one's
gonna die here, all right?

No one's gonna die.

I think that you're wrong.

You know what, Jimmy?

I'll make it easy for ya.

If it's gotta be done...

I think you're the one
that should do it.

Thank fucking God.
Shoot this motherfucker.

Kill this fucking kid.

Come on.

Go on, Jimmy.

Truth is, brother...

everybody is turning
fucking orange...

and I ain't got nothing
except for you.

So do it. Just fucking do it.

Get it over with.

Oh, these fucking dumb micks,

they can't follow orders.
Do it yourself, Eamon.

It's okay.

I understand. Just do it.

It's okay.

I'm sorry, Eamon.

Fuck it!

Do you know the fuckin' trouble
you just caused us?

We're Irish.

We always got troubles.

[♪ Funeral Sessions ♪

♪ Son, I'm only
passing through ♪

♪ I just dropped by to pay ♪

♪ My respects to an old friend
who passed away ♪

♪ Tell your Ma
I'll see her after ♪

♪ I'm not hanging
'round this place ♪

♪ The temptation is
too much for me to take ♪

♪ When they found him,
he was still ♪

♪ Stone cold
on St. Michael's Hill ♪

♪ He scored bad gear
in Henrietta Place ♪

♪ A funeral's a sad excuse
to see your only son ♪

♪ And I'll be back
to my old tricks within a week ♪

♪ In my head on a clear day ♪

♪ I hear
my late great father say ♪

♪ You come from here,
you've only got three routes ♪

♪ All the drunkards,
they stay local ♪

♪ All the junkies go to town ♪

♪ So I took my second chance
and I got out ♪

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