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Davey O'Brien.

What possessed you to take this man hostage?

Hey, uh, Davey, Mr. Sweeney told us

we don't touch the Italians no more.

Zaccaro told me about what you done.

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

Jimmy, I get you're upset,

but we can't afford to piss off

the Italians right now.

We gotta keep our eyes on the big picture.

And there it is. Javits Center.

Biggest project in the history of New York City.

We play our cards right,

we're talkin' tens of millions.

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

What the fuck is that?

It's a task force made up of Feds.

They're lookin' to take down Castellano.

This is the Gambino family structure.

Paul Castellano at the top,

and John Gotti climbing fast.

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.

It's good to see you, Sarah.

I'm Bridget now.

Brendan Cahill paid me a visit today.

Brendan Cahill?

What'd he want?

Nothing much.

My sister Annie works at Bellevue.

She says your pal Mickey's

responding well to treatment.

Mickey fucking Flanagan.

I heard you got out. Still hearing the voices?

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

I'm almost normal now.

Your fucking pal Flanagan took Vincent Zaccaro hostage.

Davey O'Brien! Where is he?

It was Sweeney!

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

I'm sorry, Eamon.

You fucked us all, you know that?

You just killed a made man in the Gambino Family.

They're gonna come after us with everything they got.

Jimmy, I told you what to do and you fucking disobeyed.

He's my friend, Eamon.

And he's one of us.

I can make this go away.

How?

We disappear the body.

They'll never know

or be able to prove what happened to him.

Disappear the body?

Mm-hm. The old Houdini.

And I'll need some help.

From Breen.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't I kill the two of you'se right fuckin' now?

Is this what you want, Mr. Sweeney?

What, a shootout 'tween your own?

You would be playing right into the Gambinos' hands.

Put 'em down.

Mickey, I hope you understand how fuckin' lucky you are.

Not just to be alive.

To have a friend like Jimmy Roarke.

All right...

smart guy.

Disappear the body.

All right, come on.

♪ 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 long 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 ♪

First thing we gotta do is we're gonna

dig the slug outta that thick skull of his.

'Cause the slug's gonna match the gun,

and the gun's gonna match you, you fuckin' idiots.

Now, we can either use a set of pliers,

a boning knife,

even a cleaver if it's deep enough.

Just want ya to grab his hair,

you know, pull it back like that. Yeah?

All right. Got it.

Ah, that's not so bad.

A set of pliers'll do that nicely.

Now, hold it back.

Come on ya, you cocksucker.

Gotcha.

Now, you see this.

- You watchin'? - Mm-hm.

You don't toss this.

You gotta grind it, and you gotta melt it down.

I'm assuming the gun that you used,

you filled down the serial numbers, yeah?

Of course we fuckin' did.

All right, well, when you're done here, I want you to take

the Circle Line, I want you to dump it into the deepest point

in the Hudson, you understand me?

Yeah, fine, so what now?

Well, now...

you motherfuckers.

We start choppin'. Let's go.

So, arms and legs are the first to go.

You start at the joints, cut between the bones,

just like you're cutting up a nice bit of roast chicken.

God, I think I'm gonna puke.

You're a fuckin' fairy, you know that, Mickey?

- No, I'm fine. - Yeah? You're sure?

Yeah.

When'd he start getting soft, huh?

Bandsaw's for the big parts

torso, spine, that kind of shit.

Organs, fingers, scrap meat,

we grind and we burn.

Long bones and skull, we smash into tiny bits first.

Is that clear?

Trash what we can, cook what we can't.

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

You were in fuckin' 'Nam,

you never seen a fuckin' dead body before?

- He's seen plenty. - Oh yeah?

I just got a bad fuckin' stomach.

Well, you know what?

You can clean that shit up, Mickey.

Uh-huh.

Jesus H. Christ.

All right, Roarke, if you think

you can handle it, cut off his other arm

and then we'll cut off the legs,

and then we'll burn 'em.

Don't fuckin' throw up.

I got a better idea.

Oh, yeah, like what?

Focus on the Javits Center.

I want information on financials,

bid rigging, no-show jobs,

overcharging, all the kickbacks.

Look into any suppliers or subcontractors

they got under their thumb.

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

You know them, they know you.

Become a friendly, trusted presence.

Okay, all right.

Look, pardon my French, but these guys,

they're fuckin' paranoid.

They kill people who ask too many questions.

Then just ask the right amount.

All right.

Listen, I don't know about this.

I don't think I'm cut out for it.

You're a strange one, know that?

I pulled your file, impressive.

Force Recon Marine, two tours of Vietnam,

volunteered for the second.

Then NYPD, commendations, even a medal of valor.

What the hell happened to you?

Nothin'.

Nothin' happened to me.

I'm the same I've always been.

Then prove it.

Go out there and get me something I can use.

♪ Bang bang ♪

♪ Bang bang ♪

♪ Bang bang ♪

Hey, how you doin'?

♪ Bang bang ♪

Shipment came in.

We cleared about 75 on this end.

Plus, the client came up with about 25K.

No issues.

So a hundred K? That's a nice bump.

Boys know not to mess with the product.

Quality's good, they pay what we say.

No shit. It's good.

That's good work, Quack Quack.

Thanks. Hey, uh, be sure

to give my regards to Big Paul.

Oh, yeah? You want me to say that?

- Yeah. - You want me to interrupt

his busy fuckin' day to say that you,

Antonio, send your fuckin' regards?

Maybe I just say you think he should go fuck himself.

Maybe I say that? How about that you want me to say that?

No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't say nothing. Forget it.

I'm sorry.

His fuckin' face, this guy.

Take it easy, fuckin' relax.

I'm breakin' your balls.

Vin owes us envelopes from those Mick joints

on the West Side.

Where the fuck is Zaccaro!?

What the fuck is that?

Are you just dropping off body parts

every other fuckin' day on my desk now?

Get it the fuck outta here.

Are you trying to get us all pinched?

That is Zaccaro's hand,

and he's about to go on a one-man crime spree.

That's why we cut it off.

A crime spree. With that.

Like Cousin It from that show.

You talking Addams Family?

You mean Thing. Cousin It was with the hair.

- Yeah, I don't think so. - It was the uncle who was...

- Hey! Frick and Frack! - Shut the fuck up, will ya?

We rob a place, leave his fingerprints,

and get the fuck out.

You call your cop friend, tell him to report it.

Simple.

What if the Italians don't buy that he's still alive?

They will.

We Houdini'd the body. There's no proof

he's even dead, let alone that we killed him.

And then, we'll burn the hand

once we leave his fingerprints all over the city.

Fuckin' kids these days, think they know everything.

- Can you believe this shit? - You're gonna need

a lot of luck to make this fuckin' work.

- You know that, yeah? - No, what I need is

for everyone to be on the same fuckin' page.

Look, these, these fuckin' dagos,

they have their own bullshit rules, right?

Castellano is not gonna sanction a hit against us

unless he has absolute proof Zaccaro's dead.

Javits money means way too much to him.

How long you think you can keep this up?

As long as it takes.

If they can't prove it's us, we're good.

I'll tell you what, how about we turn

you two fuckin' clowns over to the Gambinos?

Yeah, you could do that.

But Zaccaro was a made man.

They may not be satisfied with just us two.

They may come after you.

Fuck it. Give it a go here with the cousin It, Thing,

whatever the fuck it is.

But if anything goes wrong,

we will turn you over to the Gambinos

and take our fucking chances.

Understood.

Hey, Jimmy, I just wanna thank you

for what you done for me back there.

It means a lot, you know.

And look, I know I was acting a little crazy the other day,

but I think it's 'cause I forgot to take

- my fuckin' pills, you know? - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you fuckin' serious?

Yeah. No, I'm sorry.

You have gotta take your goddamn pills, Mickey,

'cause I am not bailing you out of this shit again.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry, Jimmy.

Hey, look, let me buy you a drink, huh?

It's 10 AM in the fuckin' morning, I don't want a drink!

We have got work to do, fixing your fuckin' fuck-up!

All right, well then after.

Jesus Christ.

C'mon, let's find Connor and Sean.

Yeah. All right, we'll find Connor and Sean

and then we'll get a drink.

Oh, shut the fuck up!

Yeah?

Open up.

You do not need to be checking on me

if that's what you were doing.

Thought I'd say hello, is all.

May I?

How'd you know where I live?

I found out a whole bunch of things about your new life.

'Cause you're a detective now, are ya?

You know, when I was in prison,

every day and night, I thought about you.

It was the only thing that kept my sanity.

The thought of seeing you again.

I'm glad you're free,

but things are different.

Aye.

'Cause of your boyfriend?

I hear he's quite an interesting wee man.

A bit of a thief, break a couple of legs.

'Cause you and I have never hurt a fly.

He does what he has to, to survive.

He has not had it easy,

but he's brilliant and kind

and he gets me.

Compared to me?

I've known you and your whole family my whole life.

I don't have one anymore.

And neither does he.

He understands the pain of that.

Does he believe in something beyond himself?

- Yeah, he does. - What?

Me.

Brendan,

I do respect you.

But I agreed to hold the crate for Ireland, not for you.

Please, can you leave?

Glad he's takin' care of you, Bridget.

Alright, Sean, keep your eyes on the street.

Keep the car runnin'.

What I need you to do

is to scare the shit out of everyone

and make sure they're face down on the floor.

I don't want anyone looking up at me

while I'm doing my thing with the hand.

Yeah, okay, I got it, Jimmy.

Yeah, I bet they got a safe in there.

- You wanna crack that too? - No. I'm just gonna

grab some jewelry and get the fuck out.

Are you sure? I mean, that's where they're gonna

- keep all the good shit. - Hey, shit-for-brains,

am I gonna have a problem with you?

No, no, I'm good. Let's fuckin' do this.

Good. All right. Everyone ready?

Yup.

And don't shoot no one. All right?

Fuckin' hand is starting to stink!

Let's go!

Everybody get on the floor!

You're getting fuckin' robbed! Face the fuckin' wall!

Don't you even think of touching that panic button!

Get your fuckin' face on the floor!

Head down! Eyes on the fuckin' floor!

I see those fuckin' eyes,

I swear to God I'll blow your head off!

Keep those fuckin' eyes down!

I don't want to see any fuckin' eyes back there!

Eyes down! Head down!

Eyes down on the fuckin' floor!

I don't want to see any fuckin' eyes!

All right, boys, let's go!

Can I get you another one?

If you insist.

Kind of empty in here today, huh?

Yeah, it's the Javits Center,

the whole neighborhood's employed.

I was making more money when people were broke.

Yeah, huh?

Oh, Sweeney must be licking his lips,

all the security, construction,

and labor going on.

Ah, you know how it is, Glenn.

Yeah. What about the Italians, I wonder?

Dagos must be getting a piece, no?

Dagos are dagos. It's the way of the world.

Oh, you're right.

What I don't understand,

I mean,

Gambinos must be losin' their fuckin' minds

the biggest construction project

in the history of New York

falls into the lap of the Irish.

Yeah, go figure.

Yeah, well, maybe there is a God

and maybe he's Irish.

No doubt.

So, you seen any dagos comin' in here lately?

What're you talking about?

Well, I'm just curious who Sweeney's been dealing with.

Is it that fat fuck Frank Mancuso?

Or that other grease ball everybody's talkin' about ...

John Gotti?

Now how would I know a thing like that?

It's conversation, Ray.

I'm just, uh, musing.

Is that a word for you?

Yeah, well,

keep those kind of questions to yourself, Glenn,

if you know what's good for ya.

Calm down Ray. I'm musing.

Sweeney wants to see you.

How'd Sweeney know I was here?

It's three in the afternoon.

You're a fuckin' drunk. Where else would you be?

Huh.

Ain't easy being a parent, is it, Ray?

This it? This is all you took?

That's it.

We left the fingerprints and got out.

They had a safe in the back, too,

- but we didn't touch it. - Did anybody see you?

Did you fuck this up in any way?

No. No one saw a thing.

No, Mickey here scared the shit out of 'em.

Didn't you? It was an easy score.

You know, Boss, we could probably go back some time,

crack that safe if you like.

The fuck you will.

What about this? You want us to fence it for ya?

No, no, we're not gonna fence anything.

This is gonna stay right here with me

till this whole thing fuckin' blows over.

All right, what's your next move there, Bobby Fischer?

I figure we take Zaccaro out of town.

Where to?

Near Boston.

You know, make it seem like he's fleeing to Canada.

There's plenty of places up there to hit.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Yeah, you know what?

I got a friend up there runs a place, Corktown Pub.

Liam O'Shaughnessy's place,

he's a Southie.

Go up there, rob his place. He'll help you.

You mean rob his own bar?

Fuckin' beat up his own mother if I told him to.

- Go, on your way. - Yes, sir.

What do you think their chances are

- of pulling this off? - These two?

About as good as a fart in a fuckin' windstorm.

Fart in a windstorm. That's good.

That's good.

Hey, Lina, how you doin'?

Get the fuck outta my way!

No, no matter how fuckin' late,

even four or five in the morning,

he always comes home!

Lina, I'm sure that there's an explanation.

No, John, he missed our daughter's christening

this morning! Nothing would keep him from that!

Here. Here. Have one of these.

I just had this machine imported from Italy.

I don't care! I don't want no fucking coffee!

I'm nervous enough as it is!

All right, listen, Lina, come on.

I ain't seen him in a couple of days.

But I'm sure that he's gonna turn up.

Is he with his goomah?

Ah, come on. Goomah? What are you talkin' about goomah?

Oh, shut the fuck up.

I know, all right?

I overheard him talking to her on the phone.

Well, that is news to me.

Some Irish bitch he met on the West Side named Erin.

And I swear to God, if he's with her,

I will scratch her fuckin' eyes out!

Lina, go home. Okay?

I'm gonna go look for him myself, personally, all right?

I got a brutta sensazione.

No, come on. Don't say that.

Come on. Don't talk like that. Come on. Come here.

I got no proof, but I can't shake this feeling.

I think he's dead.

- Where's your crazy half? - Jeez!

At the 596 getting soused.

What are you doin' sitting in the dark? Huh?

There is something I didn't tell you, Jimmy.

Brendan Cahill asked me for a favor.

What kind of favor?

He asked me to hold something for him.

A package.

A weapon.

And you said no, right?

Jimmy, I want to do it.

For the cause. Not for him.

I said I'd keep it at the dock

until he could ship it to Ireland and that's it.

I am the only one who can do this.

That was fucking stupid.

Excuse me?

You had to be smuggled out of Ireland

to avoid being shot on sight by the Brits.

You got out, Bridget. You got a new life.

Why would you wanna fuck that up?

It's a new life, but I still want

to make a difference whatever way I can.

If that means holding one package for a few days,

- that's more than worth it. - No, no, no. No.

I know how this works. All right?

One turns into two, then he's asking for something else.

- Don't fuckin' kid yourself. - I'm not kidding...

I'm not kidding myself.

It's a few days...

then I'm done with it.

Done with him.

Well, make sure he understands that.

Hit us again, Ray!

How're we doing, Erin?

"We," as in the royal "we"?

Here, let me buy you a drink.

Or you want to buy me one?

Piss off.

All right.

I was just comin' to ask how you were, that's all.

Oh, that's all.

How do you expect me to be?

I don't know.

I saw what you did.

Excuse me?

From my window.

You and Vinnie Zaccaro.

In the car.

Don't worry, I won't rat you out.

I don't give two shits about him.

But I'm a lot poorer for it, if you know what I mean.

You're a nice girl, Erin.

Something good will come your way. I know it.

Look at you,

straight from the looney bin and filled with good cheer.

If you don't mind...

I don't need sages tellin' me my future when I can...

...when I can see it's pretty grim,

so piss off, Mickey.

Here, that's for you.

I did a little job for Mr. Sweeney.

But I kept this piece.

I want you to have it.

I don't get it. What do you want from me?

No, no, I-I don't want nothin'.

I just, but, uh...

if you'd like to talk sometime,

I'd like that.

You know, I ain't got many people I can talk to,

you know.

Okay.

All right. See you around.

Why you want me to rat out Vincent Zaccaro?

Because he robbed a jewelry store

under my protection. Maiden Lane Jewelers.

But you should take this up with the Gambinos, no?

Fuck the Gambinos.

Gotti won't do anything about this, you know that.

What am I supposed to tell Agent Polk?

How do I know Zaccaro robbed the joint?

Tell 'em you heard a couple of drunks

mouthing off about it at Molly Maguire's.

When the cops dust for prints, they'll confirm it's Zaccaro,

and you're a fuckin' hero.

How do you know he left prints?

No more questions, Glenn.

Yeah, well, I'm in a sticky fuckin' situation here.

I think this bitch from the Gambino squad

knows shit about me.

She's got agents out there taking pictures

all over the fuckin' place.

I gotta be careful, man.

She might even know you're paying me off.

You want to keep collecting that envelope,

you're gonna wanna keep doin' what I tell ya.

I can do worse to you than she can, Glenn.

Yeah.

Don't say things like that.

Next time don't ask so many fuckin' questions.

John.

One of the detectives on our payroll just told me

that Zaccaro's a fuckin' suspect

in that Maiden Lane Jewelry robbery.

How the fuck could that be?

Don't know. Said Zaccaro's prints

were all over the place.

Nah, I don't buy it.

Come on, John.

You said it yourself, guy loves pussy and booze.

Maybe he went south.

Yeah, but why the fuck does he need jewelry?

Guy hasn't robbed a fuckin' jewelry store

since he's 20 years old.

Now all a sudden he's doing fuckin' smash-and-grabs?

Fuck that.

It's those Irish bastards, I know it.

They take him hostage once, and then he just

fuckin' disappears? Come on!

I gotta look into this shit myself?

Jesus Christ. What a fuckin' junker.

Beggars can't be choosers, Mick.

Roarke didn't wanna boost a car, so...

'Cause we don't wanna get stopped in a stolen car.

Well, why does it gotta be my girl's wheels?

Why couldn't we just take your car, Jimmy?

Because we need a registration with no moving violations

or prior arrests. Any other dumb questions?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How the fuck am I gonna get beers on the ride

if the cooler's back here in the trunk?

- Oh, for fuck sake. - I got an easy fix for that.

We're gonna drink 'em now.

That's the best fuckin' idea you've ever had in your life.

Yeah. All right. Pat, you want one?

- Yeah, yeah. I'll have one. - Good lad.

We're not drivin' drunk up to Boston.

Drunk? What are you talking about, drunk, Jimmy?

- It's beer. Come on. - It's beer.

Breakfast of champions.

All right, fine. Just one.

And, look, I told Kelly we'd bring it back

- with a full tank. - Yeah, don't worry, we will.

- Slàinte. - Slàinte, boys.

What the fuck is this cat piss we're drinkin'? Fesner's?

Yeah, it's all the bodega had

at five in the fuckin' morning.

I noticed you didn't bring shit.

Well, I was carrying the fuckin' thing.

You weren't carrying anything.

Yeah, well, if you change your fuckin' tone

and you ask nicely,

maybe I'll give you a pull of the good stuff, huh?

What's wrong with my fuckin' tone?

Would you please just shut the fuck up,

and let's go, all right?

We're not on fuckin' vacation here,

this is serious fuckin' work.

All right. Yeah, be serious.

Let me just get a little taste of that.

♪ One two three four five six ♪

♪ Roadrunner roadrunner ♪

♪ Going faster miles an hour ♪

♪ Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop ♪

♪ With the radio on ♪

This fuckin' rust bucket's

gonna choke before we get there.

Fuck you, she'll make it.

I could use another beer.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Yeah, I'm for that.

Jimmy, what do you say?

Not till we pass the state line.

I gotta take a piss. Can we pull over?

Hey Pat, are you fuckin' deaf?

He said not till we pass state lines.

Do you want me to fuckin' wee my pants?

Yeah. That's what I've been doin'.

Seriously? You...

You fuckin idiot!

Don't you fuckin' piss on the seat!

Don't fuckin' piss!

Paddy, you're so fuckin' stupid sometimes.

I didn't... fuck you guys.

♪ I'm in love with Massachusetts ♪

♪ I'm in love with the radio on ♪

♪ It helps me from being alone late at night ♪

Praise Jesus.

♪ It helps me from being lonely late at night ♪

♪ I don't feel so bad now in the car ♪

All right. I'll grab the rest of the beers.

You know, Mickey seems like he's doin' okay.

Yeah, if he takes his meds, he's okay.

Why? What happens if he doesn't?

I end up havin' to shoot a fuckin' Italian.

Right, well. I take it back, then.

Where the fuck is mine?

Oh. I'm sorry, Pat, my mistake.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Jesus! Fuck it!

For fuck's sake, Mickey, put that fuckin' thing

- back on ice. - Yeah, you motherfucker.

You're gonna fuckin' pay for that.

What the fuck is the matter with you, Pat?

What, you can't take a fuckin' joke?

- Leave it, you two! - It's not funny, eh?

Can you quit fuckin' around and let's go?

- It was funny, Pat. It was. - This guy's a fuckin' nut!

It was pretty... it was funny.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

And they say I'm fuckin' crazy.

- I'll get the hand. - Yeah, ha, ha.

Look at the thick fingers on this guy.

For the record, I wasn't scared of that hand.

He's got nice nails, those Italians.

No, I wasn't.

Nice office. A bit drafty.

You'd a told me you were coming,

I'd a upped the heat.

- You want a drink? - Nah, I'm all right.

I was just in the neighborhood,

thought I'd stop by, ask you a question.

Sure. Shoot.

You seen Vincent Zaccaro?

No.

Why?

Well, remember, we had that little problem

with Vincent the other day.

And then you took care of your guy. You remember?

Yeah, I fuckin' remember.

Yeah.

Looks like Vincent's gone missing, again.

News to me.

Yeah. His wife's hysterical.

Says he missed his kid's christening.

Thinks he might be shacked up

with some Irish whore named Erin.

What's this got to do with me, John?

Well, do you know this Erin?

If I had a nickel for every fuckin'

Irish lass named Erin...

Let me be real clear.

If anything has happened to Vincent like the last time,

there will be fuckin' hell to pay.

John, I don't respond well to threats.

Well, good, 'cause that ain't a threat,

that's a fucking promise.

John, I don't know where this fuckin' guy is,

neither do you. Could be anywhere.

But you coming in here, getting in my face...

it's not helping.

I know Castellano sees your value.

Otherwise you wouldn't be allowed

in this Javits project.

But things change.

Things change.

Vinnie Zaccaro is a low-life piece of shit.

But I didn't touch him,

and none of my men did.

Capeesh?

I hope you're right.

For your sake.

Hope you're right.

Fuck.

You Eamon Sweeney's boys?

- We are. - Welcome to Boston.

Long trip. You must be tired.

Have a drink before we get down to business.

Yeah, I could have a splash. Little something.

- Small favor. - Little sip.

We've got three insurance policies out

on this place, so, after you rob it,

tear it up a bit, if ya don't mind.

He wants us to trash the place?

Well, if it's for the insurance.

Here you go, boys.

♪ I've sailed the Seven Seas ♪

♪ Caught all the fish from them ♪

♪ That's nothing dude I'd done that ♪

♪ By the age of 10 ♪

♪ Even if I'm drunk ♪

♪ I walk on water, swim on land ♪

♪ Drink this and rise from the dead ♪

♪ Dude, I bet you can't ♪

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

Ow!

♪ Blink and you'll miss it dude ♪

♪ I'm gonna freakin' top that shit ♪

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

♪ Blink and you'll miss it dude ♪

♪ I'm gonna freakin' top that shit ♪

Safe travels home.

And put in a good word for me with Eamon.

Yeah.

Thank you!

Hey, Jim.

You're a fuckin' Van Gogh, you know that, right?

How's that?

Painting that bar with that dead hand.

You're fuckin' special, kid.

Oh, fuck.

What?

We got a cop.

Fuck.

- All right, pull over. - Yeah.

And get your license and registration handy.

And give me that fuckin' whiskey bottle.

Afternoon, Officer.

I, uh, I don't think I was speeding or nothing.

No, you weren't. Registration?

Yeah.

Who's Kelly Malloy?

Oh, that's my, uh, that's my girlfriend.

You know, your back license plate is

partially detached.

- I did not know that, Officer. - Yeah,

I don't want it falling off on the highway.

No.

Why don't you step out? Come have a look.

Yeah, sure thing, Officer.

Oh, just stay to the side.

Gotta watch for passing traffic.

Yeah, you see that top bolt there?

It's really clinging to the frame.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I hadn't...

I hadn't noticed that.

You know, when I get back to the city,

first thing I'm gonna do is take care of that.

Looks like your car is leaking.

Yeah?

Well, it's a real piece of shit if you hadn't noticed.

Why don't you open the trunk?

You got any liquids in there?

Uh... no.

No, just a... just a cooler.

That explains the puddle.

You mind if I take a look?

Prefer ya didn't.

Fuckin' fuck!

The fuck you do that for?

Well, he saw the fuckin' hand!

You just killed a fuckin' cop!

Jesus Christ, Pat! He pulled us over

'cause of the fuckin' plate!

Yeah, well, I had no choice!

You're a fuckin' idiot, Pat, you know that?

All right, all right. Let's get outta here.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I got Zaccaro's fuckin' wallet.

I pinched it from his jacket.

Oh, you thieving motherfucker! I fuckin' love you!

Ah, all right, take his license,

throw it on the ground. And, uh,

let's put his prints on Pat's gun.

Get in the car. Get in the fuckin' car!

You're a fuckin' idiot, you know that?

Fuckin' idiot!

Drive.

Well, Officer Keenan,

it looks like your tip may be right.

Vincent Zaccaro's fingerprints

were found at that jewelry store.

Congratulations.

Dumb luck, really.

Overheard.

Yeah, I remember.

You overheard a bunch of Irish drunks.

Agent Polk...

got a warrant for Zaccaro, both home

and the Bergin Hunt & Fish Club.

Thanks, Gene. Maybe we'll pay 'em a little visit tomorrow.

Here's what I don't get.

Why would Vincent Zaccaro,

a high-ranking lieutenant,

knock off a jewelry store,

when he's got a hundred associates who could do it?

Why would John Gotti let him do that?

I don't know.

Maybe he's got a cocaine problem.

Needed fast cash without the boss's approval.

Then rob a bank, not a jewelry store.

It doesn't make sense.

I don't know what it means.

What it means is that the desk jockeys upstairs

who thought I was crazy for asking you to help me

have just been proven wrong.

So, does this mean I get to go back to being a regular cop?

What it means is that our work

is just beginning.

I had no choice, Mr. Sweeney.

Of course you did.

You coulda got rid of the hand up in Boston.

Now we've got a dead cop on our hands

'cause of your fuckin' stupidity.

We were gonna do that once we were sure

- we didn't need it. - Where the fuck is it now,

you simpletons?

'Cause that hand ties us to all this fuckin' shit.

Well, I put it in the freezer downstairs at the 596.

Oh, that's great.

Go get it and fucking destroy it.

Yes, sir.

And don't throw it in the Hudson.

Don't bury it in the fuckin' school yard at PS 35.

Burn it to dust.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Wait.

- Declan, you take him. - Yes, sir.

Go with him.

I don't trust you as far as I can fuckin' throw ya. Go.

Fuck. Should've known this thing would go tits up.

Look, we wiped down Pat's gun,

put Zaccaro's prints all over it.

We even threw his fucking--

his fucking driver's license on the ground.

And you gotta get rid of the fuckin' car, yeah?

We'll torch the whole fucking thing.

Well, hey, that's, that's Kelly's car.

What?

It's just, I-I told...

Yeah, well, yeah, torching it's, uh...

That's probably the-- yeah, we'll torch it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

No shit. Go.

Un-fucking-believable.

Jimmy.

I know you're thinkin' you're pulling off

some grand illusion here, but...

let me tell you something an old man knows

that you don't.

The truth always comes out.

Get some rest.

Hey, honey. Honey.

Come here.

Is your name Erin?

- Who's askin'? - Get in.

Hey.

How ya doin?

Looking for some fun today?

I'm just looking for Vincent Zaccaro.

You seen him?

The girls said that he was one of your regulars.

Ain't seen him for a few days.

Yeah, when was the last time you saw him?

Like I said, a few days ago.

Mind if I smoke?

No, go ahead. Here.

Oh, wow, that's beautiful.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, this? It was a gift.

From Zaccaro?

No offense, but that cheap bastard never gave me nothin'.

Some rich customer then?

I don't know about rich.

But I don't ask questions. You should know that about me.

That's good. That's good.

So, when did you get this gift?

Yesterday.

From who?

I really don't like to divulge personal information.

Well, just this one time...

indulge me.

Who gave you the fucking bracelet?

Glad to be rid of that fuckin' thing.

I've never seen a hand burn before.

Yeah?

I've seen whole people burn alive before.

In Vietnam?

Man, you're lucky.

I wish I went.

Yeah?

Well, how 'bout I fuckin' throw you in there right now,

you can see what it's like?

Jesus, Flanagan.

Don't get offended.

So, I wanted to make a few things clear.

What happened between us years ago,

it's never gonna happen again.

Now, can you accept that?

Aye. I'm a big boy.

Good.

Now, having said that, since I'm now involved

as an accessory to whatever it is you're planning,

I'd would like to know what it is.

Why is that?

You thinking of rejoining the cause?

Oh, you don't trust me?

I'd trust you a whole lot more if I knew you were in fully.

Okay, you tell me this,

once you get the weapons to Ireland,

what do you plan to use them for?

Who says they're going to Ireland?

England?

I'll tell you this much...

I'm gonna use them right here,

in New York.

Can I buy ya a drink?

No, I'm gonna go see a lady actually.

Oh. I can't say I blame ya.

Oh, excuse me.

Which one of you is Flanagan?

That's me. Who the fuck are you?

Get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck in there!

Fuck!

♪ Give it to me raw ♪

♪ I'll take it home cook it myself ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up inside and his eyes are wild ♪

♪ And it can't go on ♪

♪ He's brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Can't afford to lose touch ♪

♪ Can't afford to lose control ♪

♪ The doors are open wide ♪

♪ And the wind blows a bitter cold ♪

♪ Man holds a mystery someone else holds the key ♪

♪ Oh it's a shame they're the same ♪

♪ The answer doesn't have to be ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up inside and his eyes are wild ♪

♪ And it can't go on ♪

♪ He's brewing up a storm ♪

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