Original subtitles

[man] 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.

[door opening]

[folk music]

[Sweeny] 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 greaseball 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?

[snickers]

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.

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

[exhales]

[Zaccaro] Hey, untie me, you shit stain.

[Sweeny] Vinnie, my apologies.

Give you my word it won't happen again.

[gasps]

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.

[folk music]

[punk rock music]

-♪ 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.

[woman] God bless you, Mr. Sweeney.

[car horns honking]

[Sweeny] Jimmy, I get you're upset,

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

[Jimmy] 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.

[bagpipe playing]

[weeping loudly]

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.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

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.

[chuckles] At least pretended to.

[quiet chuckles]

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.

[somber music]

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.

[lively fiddle playing]

-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.

[Bridget] 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.

[somber music]

[Doctor] Mr. Flanagan. This is gonna be just like

last time, only a little bit stronger.

[rattling]

[explosions and gunfire]

[gasping]

[trumpet music]

[singing in Italian]

[Aprenda] 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.

[Gotti] 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.

[Italian music continues]

[PA system] Dr. Campbell, call the nurses' station.

Dr. Campbell, call the nurses' station.

[man] No, you're gonna have to go...

Please stop, just settle down.

It's gonna be okay.

Mom!

[shouting]

[man] Calm down... all right, let's go.

[orderly] Those your people there?

[PA system] Paging Dr. Esau. Go to Observation.

Jesus.

[orderly] There you go. Take care, Mr. Flanagan.

[Mickey] They...

promised it was just a wee lobotomy.

Are you two my parole officers?

Oh, you...

you fucker!

[laugh]

-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?"

-[laugh] -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.

[laughs]

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

[laugh]

It's fuckin' good to be home.

Yeah. We missed you, didn't we?

[all] 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.

[bartender] 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?

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

I'm almost normal now.

Are you kidding me? You were never fucking normal.

[laughs]

-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!

[music in bar ends]

[phone ringing]

[man] 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.

[Polk] 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?

[Harry] Sure, Agent Polk.

[Gotti on tape] 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.

[tense music]

[laughing]

[shouting man] 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!

[Jimmy] 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?

[soft music]

Who's talking shite?

[laughing]

[Mickey] The Javits Center! This is something, huh?

[Jimmy] Sure is.

[construction workers shouting]

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

but I'll take one for my mother.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

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.

[Deke] 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.

[all shouting]

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

-[man] That's right! -[Deke] Us!

[cheering]

Crowd sure loves him, huh?

'Cause he's not telling them about

all the kickbacks he's getting.

[Deke] Which is why I urge you

to vote for a general strike

against every dockside company

controlled by the Italians!

[all cheering]

[chanting] Strike! Strike! Strike!

[chanting continues]

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. -[whistling]

[punk music playing]

[grunting]

[impact grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Fuck! Argh, he fuckin' bit me!

[grunting]

[grunting]

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

Sweeney said to silence him, right?

Yeah. Gimme the knife.

Open his mouth.

[whistling]

[Breen] It's all there.

Skim from every union and contractor.

[Sweeny] 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.

[door shutting]

You two get hit by a bus?

You won't be hearing much from Deke Kinsella.

[Sweeny] His tongue?

[Jimmy] Why kill the bastard? You said to silence him.

[Breen] What the fuck?

[Sweeny] Okay...

Fuckin' hell.

Nice.

[chuckling]

[acoustic rock music]

[distant shouting]

That's it! That's it!

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

[cheering]

[man] 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!

[Bridget] 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 ...

[tense music]

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!

[all cheering]

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?

[tense music]

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

[Sweeny] Glenn. What's the good word?

[Glenn] 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.

[guitar music]

Here's to you.

[sighs]

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.

[laughs]

I know I, uh...

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

[Mickey] 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.

[laugh]

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.

[eerie music]

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.

[car door opening]

For the glory of Ireland, then.

Come on, let's move.

[Bridget] 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?

[sniffing]

[snorts]

[Vinnie] 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.

[snorts]

[giggles]

Aw! That is some good shit.

[grunts in satisfaction]

Try some.

[sighs, sniffs]

[distant car horn honking]

I hope you had your fun...

'cause now it's my turn.

You are gonna fuckin' regret this.

Just drive.

[singing in Italian in background]

[Gotti] 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.

[Italian singing continues]

[exhales heavily]

[elevator dings]

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.

[Mickey] 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.

[snorts]

[groans]

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

Huh.

Hey, uh...

do you want a hit?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

-Yeah? -Absolutely.

[gasps]

[laughs]

Do you want another hit?

[groans]

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?

[groaning]

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... -[phone ringing]

Nothing much.

[phone continues ringing]

-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.

[tense music]

[guns clicking]

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.

[door opening]

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.

[Mickey] 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.

[Jimmy] 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.

[Vinny] Thank fucking God. Shoot this motherfucker.

Kill this fucking kid.

Come on.

Go on, Jimmy.

[Mickey] Truth is, brother...

everybody is turning fucking orange...

and I ain't got nothing except for you.

So do it. Just fucking do it.

[Sweeny] Get it over with.

[Vinny] Oh, these fucking dumb micks,

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

[Mickey] It's okay.

I understand. Just do it.

It's okay.

I'm sorry, Eamon.

Fuck it!

[exhales]

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

We're Irish.

We always got troubles.

[♪ Funeral Sessions ♪ by A Lazarus Soul playing]

♪ 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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