The Westies (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

1
You just killed a made
man in the Gambino Family.
[GUNSHOT]
They're gonna come after us
with everything they've got!
I can make this go away.
We disappear the body.
What the fuck is that?
That is Zaccaro's hand,
and he's about to go
on a one-man crime spree.
Everybody get on the floor!
You're getting fuckin' robbed!
[POLK] Vincent
Zaccaro's fingerprints were
found at that jewelry
store, congratulations.
Dumb luck, really.
Overheard a bunch of Irish drunks.
[GOTTI] 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.
All right, what's your next move there,
- Bobby Fischer?
- Take Zaccaro out of town.
Near Boston, make it seem
like he's fleeing to Canada.
[SWEENY] I got a friend
up there runs a place,
- Corktown Pub.
- You mean rob his own bar?
Fuckin' beat up his own
mother if I told him to.
Oh, fuck. We got a cop.
You mind if I take a look?
- [GUNSHOT]
- Fuck!
You just killed a fuckin' cop!
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 driver's license
- on the ground.
- Let me tell you something
an old man knows that you don't.
The truth always comes out.
[GOTTI] Let me be real clear.
If anything has happened to Vincent,
there will be fuckin' hell to pay.
John, I don't respond well to threats.
That ain't a threat,
that's a fucking promise.
[BRIDGET] I agreed to hold the crate
for Ireland, not for you.
Does he believe in
something beyond himself?
- He does.
- What?
Me.
I'm just looking for Vincent Zaccaro.
Ain't seen him for a few days.
Oh, wow, that's beautiful.
Oh, this? It was a gift.
- [GOTTI] From who?
- I really don't like
to divulge personal information.
Which one of you is Flanagan?
That's me. Who the fuck are you?
Get the fuck off me!
[GOTTI] I had this
machine imported from Italy.
They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Here.
I'm more of a whiskey guy.
Course you are.
This is a fuckin' party for you, right?
- [CHUCKLES]
- I'm always up
for a good time, John.
Phil, a bottle of whiskey.
Yeah, go fetch, Phil.
For our man here.
Good boy.
[CHUCKLES]
[GASPING IN PAIN]
Piece of shit.
Stings, don't it?
Another round!
[LAUGH]
You fuckin' clown.
- Where's Zaccaro?
- Look, fellas,
I told ya, I never heard of her.
They told me you was up in
Bellevue to avoid a murder rap
and that you convinced
'em you were crazy.
You don't try that shit with me
or I'll cut your little Irish prick off.
Oh, no, sir.
[GOTTI] I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What happened to Vincent Zaccaro?
Ask your mother, you fuckin wop cunt!
Motherfucker!
Fuckin' Irish piece of shit.
He's a tough kid
though, I'll give him that.
When he wakes up, start again.
[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 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 ♪
[PASSERBY] Right,
people. Step back, please.
[JIMMY] I think Declan's going be okay.
You need to tell me exactly
what you said to John Gotti.
Just that Mickey gave
me the bracelet, that's all.
And what did Gotti say?
That he was gonna
have a talk with Mickey.
- That's all I know.
- Fuck.
I'm scared. Is Mickey gonna die?
You know he could
be gone already, right?
Don't fuckin' say that.
If he hadn't given Erin
Malone that fuckin' bracelet,
Gotti would've never picked him up.
It wasn't Mickey's fault, all right?
I was the fuckin' one who
killed Zaccaro, not him.
Yeah, but you did it to save Mickey.
Yeah, but all of that work for nothin'.
Just putting Zaccaro's
prints every-fucking-where.
- It was a wasted effort.
- No, it fucking wasn't.
Hey, Ray's buying you a round.
- Thanks, Danny.
- Thanks, Ray.
Well, at least one good
thing came out of it.
- I killed a cop.
- Watch your fucking mouth.
You're lucky it didn't
bring the Feds down on us
with that shit.
Look, I'm not giving up on Mickey
and neither should you.
We can get him back.
Okay. How?
[JIMMY] Gotti has Mickey, I know it.
No doubt that fucking prick's
trying to find out what
happened to Zaccaro.
Fuck! Gotti's gonna
put his head in a vice,
and Mickey is gonna fuckin' talk.
No, no. No, he won't.
Jimmy, I know he's your friend,
but the kid is fuckin' crazy.
The Viet Cong had him for a year,
never said a goddamn word.
Huh. Gotti's worse than the Cong.
[GRUNTS]
Where's Vincent Zaccaro?
Honest Abe, I don't know the man.
Jesus fucking Christ. Go ahead!
[GRUNTS]
Zaccaro?
[GRUNTING]
Hey, John.
You got your man here hitting for ya.
What, does he fuck
your wife for you too?
[LAUGHS]
This kid's got all the fuckin' jokes.
Give me that fuckin' thing.
Like baseball? Baseball fan?
What's your favorite team?
The Mets.
[LAUGHS]
Little Irish cocksucker
says he likes the Mets.
I knew he was a fucking
loser. I'm a Yankee man.
[SPITS]
The Yankees can suck my dick.
[GRUNTS]
Fuck!
Look, one thing I know
about Mickey, he's loyal.
All right? He'd never betray us.
Bullshit. He will crack.
Once Gotti gets fuckin' proof
that we whacked Zaccaro, he's gonna come
right after us. You know that, yeah?
Stop. There is no fucking "we."
"We" didn't fuckin'
whack anybody this time.
Young Jimmy here did the deed.
All the more reason to
send this fuckin' clown
over to Gotti then, and
that'll be the end of it.
That will be right fuckin'
over right then and there.
Yeah, you do that,
and Gotti will use that
to squeeze you out of the Javits deal
with Castellano first
fuckin' chance he gets.
And once he's done
that, what's to stop him
just coming back and taking out
each and every fuckin' one of youse?
Huh? Fuck all!
He makes a good point, Eddie.
All right, bright boy.
Bright fuckin' boy.
What's your brilliant
fuckin' idea now, then?
Mr. Sweeney goes to Castellano himself,
demands he releases Mickey.
You tell him you got the wrong guy.
Are you kidding me?
Why the fuck would
Castellano want to do that?
Why the fuck would
he want to try to help
some fuckin' Mick that he doesn't know,
that he doesn't give
a flying fuck about?
Will you fuckin' tell me that now?
Because Mr. Sweeney will make sure
he gives a flyin' fuck.
That if he allows Gotti
to kill that fuckin' Mick,
then the Javits deal is done.
And I'm betting he
doesn't wanna fuck that up
any more than we do.
I mean, you tell me,
Eamon, you know Big Paul.
What does he care more about,
some some dumb Mick
or the Javits Center?
Well, you got a lot of confidence
in my powers of persuasion.
You gotta admit, Eddie,
the kid's using his head.
You could learn a thing or two.
[EXHALES]
[POLK] State Trooper
Ward was found on US-20
with a bullet in his head.
And Vincent Zaccaro's driver's license
on the ground next to him.
- Next to the body?
- Yeah, there's more.
Zaccaro's prints were found
on a discarded weapon at the scene
and all over a robbery at
an Irish bar in South Boston.
Weird, right?
Any idea where he is now?
What's wrong?
I know you're a good cop,
or you were once.
This thing doesn't stink to you?
Yeah, it stinks. That's a dead cop.
I hope you find this
piece of shit Zaccaro.
Yeah, somehow I don't think we will.
- Why? Whattaya mean?
- Why would John Gotti's
right-hand man go up to Boston,
rob a five-and-dime bar,
shoot a cop, then conveniently
leave this driver's
license on the ground?
I don't know.
It doesn't make any sense.
Maybe he was an oiler or
a cokehead or something.
- He went on a spree.
- Get real.
Something stinks,
and I have a feeling you're
not telling me everything.
Okay, hold on a second.
I'm the one that told you
Zaccaro robbed a jewelry store.
Which you overheard from
a bunch of drunks at a bar.
Who are they? How'd they know that?
Bring 'em in for questioning.
I don't even know 'em. I barely remember
- what they look like.
- Do your fucking job,
Officer Keenan.
Bring us something we can use.
Brendan Cahill. I know of the name.
Ah, bright lad, they'd say.
But he's the kind that'd
kick a door down before
checking who's behind it.
Well, he wants to light a fire,
here in New York,
and he said I was
needed. So I helped him.
Do you have any idea
what he is planning?
I haven't a clue.
[SIGHS] You know
I've smuggled out over two dozen people
from Ireland over the last 15 years.
Real targets.
People the Brits would have
disappeared if they could.
You were one of them.
I owe you my life.
So
I guess I should buy you a pint.
Ray, can I have one more?
You got it.
How's Jimmy?
Getting into trouble,
mostly. Still breathing.
Well, always had a talent
for getting into trouble.
Used to steal the candles after Mass
and sell them out the back of the bodega
to pay for his mum's prescriptions.
[BRIDGET] You're kidding me.
Yeah.
Cheers.
That's when I knew
he wasn't bad.
He was bent like a nail
that's been hammered too many times.
But even a bent nail
holds things up, right?
Yeah, yeah. He holds me up.
I introduced him to you for a reason.
If it was to make an
honest woman out of me,
Father you're a wee bit late.
[SCOFFS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Gotti called.
It checks out. He has your man.
Paul, I need him back.
Gotti took this man for no good reason.
John tells a different story.
He's convinced that your guy, um
Mickey Flanagan.
That he may have something to do
with Vincent Zaccaro's disappearance.
All due respect, Paul,
that's a load of horseshit from Gotti.
This Zaccaro is on the
lam, cops are looking for him.
Check with your boys in blue,
I know you got plenty on the payroll.
Our work is never done, right, Eamon?
Absolutely.
Every fucking day it's something.
You know what I like about you?
You understand how things work.
Zaccaro's made.
If this Flanagan did something to him,
my hands would be tied.
Of course.
But Flanagan didn't do anything.
Besides which,
who's making more
money for you right now,
me or John Gotti?
[CHUCKLES]
You and I are businessmen, hmm?
But, let's face it,
we have a bunch of
savages working for us.
Yeah, we do.
We gotta keep 'em in line.
One way to do that is to make them think
they're making their own decisions.
Paul, the Feds are
paying a lot of attention
to what happens on
the West Side right now.
Any unnecessary violence
could be bad for our bottom line.
[EXHALES]
I'm gonna give you a
few of these to take home.
They're addictive.
- Thank you.
- Mmm.
Madone. Ha!
Once you taste 'em, you're hooked.
Just like my guys are
hooked on easy cash, hmm?
The kind that narcotics bring.
Maybe you can do a little favor for me.
And in return, I'll, um,
pull some strings with Mr. Gotti.
What do you have in mind?
[JIMMY] The Starship?
What the fuck does Paul Castellano care
about some fuckin'
disco in Jackson Heights?
It's not about the nightclub,
it's about what's going on inside.
What, dancing?
- Cocaine, you fuckin idiot.
- It's a fuckin' joke, Breen.
The club is a front
for a Colombian distribution network.
Apparently some of Castellano's captains
are going against his
wishes, trafficking in narcotics.
Why doesn't he just ask Gotti to stop?
He already did.
Sometimes his men don't listen.
Hard to believe, I know.
So what does he want us to do?
Make it go away.
Kill the Colombians.
Jesus Mother Mary.
- Fuck's sakes.
- I'd rather go to Studio 54.
How many?
I don't know. All of 'em.
Big Paul wants to send a message.
He says the dope
operation's in the basement.
That sounds pretty fuckin' dangerous.
So if we do this,
Gotti definitely gives
back Mickey, right?
Nothing definite in this
fuckin' world, Jimmy.
But Big Paul gave me his word.
I don't trust any fucking wop.
Look, it's up to you boys.
But if you want Mickey back
I think this is your best bet.
Yeah.
All right. We'll do it. For Mickey.
[CONNOR] Yeah, for Mickey.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[EXHALES]
[JIMMY] Wow. You look incredible.
You didn't have to buy
a new dress for this.
I borrowed it from Erin.
I mean, you wanted to get
past the bouncers, didn't you?
You want to leave the
apartment, don't you?
Do I look ridiculous?
You look like the most beautiful lass
I have ever laid eyes on.
Well, beauty is transitory.
Soon I'm going to be old and craggy.
What are you gonna do then?
I'd love you even more.
We should stop.
Can you zip me up?
Like you said, we're
doing this for Mickey.
Yeah, I know.
I just don't like
involving you in this shit.
Why? Is it gonna be dangerous?
No. No, I'm just gonna
scope this place out, that's all.
Look, I appreciate you
helping us out, you know.
It's just something I had to do to get
- Mickey back.
- It's awful what happened.
I will do whatever I can to help.
All right. C'mon, we're gonna be late.
[LOUD DISCO MUSIC IN
DISTANCE, INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Wow. Look at you.
Now, act like you got a little class.
Okay, ladies, excuse us for a sec.
Be right back. Boys.
Hey, don't go talking to
no one, okay? Just the girls.
Yeah.
All right, so we're not here
to have a good time. Okay?
Until we figure out exactly how many
of these Colombians we're up against
and how we get into
this fuckin' basement.
[SEAN] And then what, Jimmy?
Just note exits,
bouncers, all that shit.
- We're casing the joint.
- Yeah, exactly.
- Yeah.
- Look, we do this,
Mickey's a day closer to gettin' home.
Yeah.
Pat. Stay fuckin' sober.
Yeah, Pat, take it easy.
- You can have a couple.
- We can have beer, right?
Have a couple beers,
and that's it. Nothing brown.
[RING ME HONEY BY A LA CARTE PLAYING]
I need your body close ♪
More and more ♪
Deep inside, that
burning feeling grows ♪
Look, I can't dance. All right?
- I'm not good at this.
- Do you want me to teach you?
Don't keep me hanging on ♪
Ring me, honey, honey ♪
Don't leave me all alone ♪
Ring me, honey, honey ♪
And ask me for a night ♪
And honey, honey, honey ♪
- Yo, I want one more.
- Gonna go check this guy out.
All right.
[DISCO MUSIC CONTINUES]
I have to go have a look around.
- Mm-hm.
- Have fun.
If that's possible.
VIP section, guy named Jose.
He's got snow for retail.
You just give him this,
and they'll let you in.
- All right, nice work.
- There you go.
- Look after the girls.
- All right.
[DISCO MUSIC IN DISTANCE]
Jose?
I was told to come and find you.
Vamos.
Evening, hermano.
Sit.
What do you want?
I'm lookin' for some weight.
Mmm.
Eight-ball?
Maybe a quarter if you kiss me first.
I'm talkin' real weight.
A kilo, maybe two.
We don't sling warehouse
orders to strangers.
I'm not a stranger.
Oh, no?
I work for Vincent Zaccaro.
I never see you before.
I'm his new connect.
South Bronx.
Zaccaro told me to come
here, cop some weight.
Okay. Come with me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Follow me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
This way.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
You say Zaccaro sent you.
How come he didn't call to tell us?
No clue. He said he would.
And who the fuck are you?
My name is Pete Hedges.
And, as I told your associate here,
I'm Vincent's new contact in the Bronx.
I'm looking for two keys.
Maybe more if I like the quality.
Calling Zaccaro.
Until he tells me you're his man,
I ain't doing shit.
[PHONE RINGING]
Not around.
Guess you're out of luck.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Let's go.
Si, si.
Puta.
Papi's a little paranoid.
He's worried everyone's out to get him.
- [SOFT CHUCKLE]
- You don't worry.
Zaccaro calls, you'll be in.
Yeah. But you can't
be too cautious, huh?
Look, I appreciate the tour, hermano.
You guys got a real operation here.
We don't fuck around.
- I hope to see you soon.
- Yeah.
You too.
Go have fun. Dance.
Have a good time.
Wow. Wow, that's so terrible.
[GRUNTING]
Fuck you!
Fuckin' A.
Yeah?
[GRUNTING]
[THUDDING]
Fuck you!
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
[LAUGHING]
You a fucking tough guy?
- Huh? Piece of shit!
- Stop it! Hey! Jimmy!
- That way! That way!
- Exit! Now!
- Come on!
- Jimmy! Come on!
Fuckin' move! Go, go!
Every fucking time!
[BRIDGET] You'll get used to it.
[PANTING]
What'd I fucking say, Pat? You asshole!
You fuckin' animal. Go on.
What? What? I'm fine, relax
- He fuckin' hit me.
- Go, go, go.
- I fuckin' am!
- Yeah.
- You all right? You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
[CONNOR] Why are
you so mad all the time?
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[PAUL] John. How are you?
[GOTTI] Hi, Paul. How you doin'?
[PAUL] I'm good.
Let's go in here.
Sit down.
I'm good standing, thanks.
Thank you, Gloria.
So, you're hot about this Irish kid.
- He still alive?
- Yeah, he is.
But why the fuck are you
tyin' my hands on this?
For what?
For bigger things than Vinnie Zaccaro,
who, let's face it, is a scumbag.
Vinnie Zaccaro is my right-hand man.
[PAUL] I'm told he's on the lam.
Well, that doesn't
make any fuckin' sense.
Vinnie wouldn't just
disappear without telling me.
His fuckin' wife comes to see me,
she don't know where
he is. Those Irish bastards
are responsible for
this, Paul, I know it.
I need those Irish bastards.
Fuck them. You don't need them.
I can run the Javits.
John
I would consider letting you do that
even though it's their turf.
But you've been a naughty boy.
All due respect,
drugs are here to stay.
They're the future.
And if we don't sell
'em, somebody else will.
I won't have it.
Drugs are dirty and dangerous.
And I'm not gonna
jeopardize everything I've built
- for a quick buck.
- I don't hear you complaining
when I kick up, whether that shit is
from narcotics or not.
We stay above the gutter.
That's how we survive.
Yeah.
I'm from the gutter, Paul.
Hell, most of us are.
But you're the boss.
What do you got?
That's from the drywallers.
Said to thank you for not setting fire
to their scaffolding
like you did last month.
Sounds to me like that must've
been spontaneous combustion,
- caused by unpaid dues.
- [PHONE RINGING]
[CHUCKLING]
[SECRETARY] Hello? Yeah.
Yeah.
I got it. I got it.
[KEENAN] Eamon.
Did you know that Zaccaro killed a cop?
- What's this now?
- Hard to believe, isn't it?
I mean, I don't believe it.
Neither does the fuckin' Gambino Squad.
Okay. I don't know what
the fuck you're talking about?
What I'm talking about
is what the fuck have
you gotten me into?
What are you using me for?
I'm not using you for anything.
Come on, Eamon. Cut the shit!
This is you and me talkin'.
A dead cop is serious fuckin' business.
If I get locked up for
this, you're going with me.
All right, don't, just don't be
such a fuckin' drama queen.
Tell me exactly what they said.
They don't believe Zaccaro
robbed some fuckin' pub up in Boston,
then murdered a cop on US-20,
and they're lookin' to me for answers.
Fuck am I supposed to tell them?
Nothing, Glenn.
- There's nothing to tell.
- Okay.
I'm gonna say this again.
If they find out I gave
them false information,
that puts me an accessory.
Now, maybe you don't
mind going to jail, but I do.
Do you know who killed this cop?
Course not.
But what what kind of evidence
are they sayin' they got?
Nothing yet.
But I gotta find some.
I'll see ya.
Yeah.
[DOOR OPENING]
Fuckin' hell.
What are you doing with those?
Aren't you supposed to be at work?
Answer my question first.
Finishing what I started
to get Mickey back.
So The Starship.
Yeah, but what exactly?
I'd rather not say, Bridget.
So what, are you robbing the disco?
No, I'm not.
I have to send a message
to the Colombians who run it.
Do not sell cocaine
to John Gotti. All right?
So, these Colombians, I
assume, are heavily armed.
So, what kind of damage
do you think you're gonna do
- with those pea shooters?
- The boys are coming with me,
all right? I'll be fine.
You went down there,
right? So you saw them.
- Do they have you outnumbered?
- I can handle this, Bridget.
- Stop fuckin' worrying.
- I understand
Mickey is your mate. Okay? You love him.
I love him too. But
this is fucking suicide!
Yeah, I know. All
right? I fuckin' know that!
But what other choice do I have?
Hm?
Maybe I can help.
I had the best night
of my life last night.
What the fuck happened?
Mr. Sweeney let me work
Madison Square Garden.
Oh, you lucky bastard. Doing what?
Pick up used tickets from
the old ladies at the door
and hand 'em to scalpers who resell 'em.
That's awesome.
Mm, best part?
I got to watch the Rangers
kick the Flyers' ass, 4-3.
Oh, you lucky bastard.
- Hey, Glenn.
- Ray.
- Usual?
- Yeah.
[HUFFS]
Excuse us, I need to talk to my son.
Yeah, we're busy.
- Go on, make yourself scarce.
- No.
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Don't fucking touch me!
Fuckin' punk.
Now, I don't know why
the fuck you're not in school,
but let's set that aside.
I'm gonna ask you a few questions.
- And you're gonna answer.
- Oh, is that right?
Yeah, it is.
A cop was murdered the other day.
A State Trooper. Shot in the head.
You hear anything about this?
No.
It was someone from
Sweeney's crew, right?
Why you asking me? I don't know shit.
'Cause you run with those fucking mutts.
You're Sweeney's messenger boy.
- They talk to you.
- Look, they don't
tell me shit, and even if they did,
I wouldn't tell you. If you ask me,
only good cop is a dead cop.
[GRUNTS]
Who did it?
You're gonna fuckin' tell me.
Who did it?
I hope there's something good in here.
Those Colombians got Uzis and shit.
Yeah, Jimmy said there's, like,
- twice as many of 'em as us.
- We shouldn't be
doing this for the
Italians in the first place.
Hey, we're not doing this for them.
We're doin' this for Mickey, all right?
- Yeah, it's this one.
- Yeah.
Holy shit.
Oh, what the fuck is this?
It's a rocket-propelled
grenade. Very powerful.
How the fuck do you use it?
Bridget?
So, you load the warhead, keep the tube
on your shoulder, and
you sight the target,
and you make sure that
there's nothing behind you,
well, unless you want them burned alive.
And, uh, how many warheads are there?
There's just one.
That's all you, Sean. That's you, buddy.
[SEAN] Yeah. Fuck, yeah it is.
- [LAUGHTER]
- All right.
I don't know who I am anymore, Father.
I've done some questionable things.
Some terrible things.
And not just broken my
oath as a police officer.
I'm a
failure as a father
maybe as a man.
I'm ashamed.
I'm so ashamed.
You're here now.
Take your time.
There was a murder.
A murder of a cop in
Massachusetts, and I
I know who did it.
A guy from the
neighborhood, my son told me.
Thing is, the killer is the kind of man
my son admires.
Worse than that, the kind of man
my son could someday become.
That scares me to death.
That keeps me up at night.
God has a plan
and a purpose for every soul on Earth.
It's your job to help your
son fulfill that purpose.
How? When there is
no justice to be found?
I mean, I'm a cop. I'm
out there every day.
I see it.
And there is no justice, Father.
There's heavenly justice.
And here on Earth,
a more imperfect version.
What does that mean?
The Bible teaches us an eye for an eye.
And, of course, we have
our man-made laws as well.
Perhaps real justice
lies somewhere in between the two.
[JIMMY] Now remember if it
was any of you in this position,
we would be doing everythin'
we could to get you back.
You think one rocket's gonna do it
against the machine guns?
Yeah, this whole thing is fucked, Jimmy.
Hey Pat, killing a cop is easy for you,
but you're afraid of a few Colombians?
I ain't afraid of nothin'.
That's what I wanna hear.
Now, that alleyway behind the disco
we came into last night?
That's our way back in.
We go back through that service door,
through the club quietly.
And down the basement
stairs on the left.
And down there, the place
is crawling with Colombians,
and, yes, they are heavily armed.
So Connor, Pat, you stick with me.
And Sean, you hang back with the rocket
until we give the word,
and then when we do,
- move fucking fast.
- Jesus Christ, Jimmy,
you've been watching
too many war movies.
We're all gonna get fuckin' killed.
And Mickey may already be dead.
'Kay, well, first off, Mickey's
one tough motherfucker,
we all know that.
And secondly, these Italian assholes
have their fuckin' rules.
Gotti will not kill Mickey
without a pass from Castellano.
Which is why we are
doing this favor for him
in the first place.
So Castellano doesn't
give Gotti that pass.
So, remember that, and
let's get this fuckin' job done.
Ah, fuck it. If we all gotta die to save
some mentally deranged Vietnam vet
who's probably suicidal anyway,
then so be it.
'Cause that's our fuckin' friend.
[ALL] Slàinte.
Slàinte, boys.
All right, let's go.
[JIMMY] All right, so,
stairs to the basement
are underneath the VIP area.
I'll lead us down there.
Sean, give us 60 seconds head start
to clear the hallway,
- then it's your show.
- Copy.
Ready?
[ROCK MUSIC]
[MUSIC FADES OUT]
Sh, sh, sh.
Hey, ah. My friend wanted to apologize.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
Sorry.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[TENSE MUSIC]
All right. Sean?
- Yeah.
- Post up there.
- All right, Jimmy.
- Cover me.
[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]
- Get the fuck down!
- [SHOUTING IN SPANISH]
- He's out!
- Sean?
Oh, God! God! Shit!
[COUGHING]
[LAUGHING]
- You good?
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah.
All right, get the fuck out of here!
Fuck! Let's go, guys!
[COUGHING]
Drop it.
[PUNK MUSIC FADES IN]
Fucking go!
[BOYS IN THE BETTER LAND
BY FONTAINES DC PLAYING]
Woo! Go!
[PANTING AND CHEERING]
You're not alive
until you start kicking ♪
When the room is spinning ♪
Let's go, let's go, move!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
And the radio's all
about a runaway model ♪
- You idiots!
- Stop, Sean, stop!
Where the fuck were ya?
[JIMMY] Took a souvenir.
Look at all that coke!
All right, Sean, we
gotta fucking go, bud!
Go, go!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[GOTTI] Yeah? Paul.
What? Are you fuckin' kidding me?
I haven't gotten one single
word from Zaccaro yet!
All right, relax. Yeah, yeah.
Okay, all right, all
right, all right, all right.
No need to get pissed off.
[DISTORTED MUSIC PLAYING]
You got a horseshoe up your ass,
you leprechaun Lucky
Charms motherfucker.
Cut him loose.
[BAR NOISE]
At least your Jimmy had a few moves.
Yeah, he's got more than a few moves.
Excuse me, ladies.
I've been looking for you.
Quick word?
Good news. Our timeline
has been ramped up.
Soon I'll be taking that
weapon off your hands.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SWEENY] Oh, wow, he
actually wins one. Oh wow.
Fuck off.
Finally got a little
competition here, Eddie.
Good, only four more to go.
Uh-huh.
- Here we go.
- I saw your fucking missus
the other day, by the way.
Try that one? What do you think of that?
Trump.
You know, that's good. That's better.
That's best.
No! Fuck sakes!
Feast your eyes on the winner!
Jesus Christ. If I would've bet
on the sun goin' down,
I'd still fuckin' lose.
Most likely, yeah. Happened hours ago.
[DOOR SHUTTING]
Hey, now. Officer fuckin'
Wet Blanket. Wee-woo!
Need a word.
Well, I'm done kickin' their ass, yeah.
I know who killed that
cop in Massachusetts.
- Do you now?
- It was fuckin' Pat Murphy.
What makes you say that?
You got loose lips in your crew,
let's leave it that. And even though
I don't take kindly
to fuckin' cop killers,
I won't tell no one.
Yeah, I hope not, for your sake.
Yeah, well, the thing is,
if I can figure it out, so
can the Gambino squad.
So, you think Pat Murphy's
gonna shut his fuckin' mouth
he gets pinched?
Say you're right, hypothetically.
What are you proposing?
I'll make it go away.
For a price.
How much?
Nothin'.
I just want you to leave
my boy Danny alone.
Do not hire him, do not talk to him.
If he talks to you,
tell him to fuck off.
- That's it?
- That's it.
In return, I'll handle Pat Murphy.
Well, look who decided to join us.
I didn't talk, Jimmy.
I didn't say a fuckin' word.
- I swear.
- Hey, hey.
I know you didn't.
Now, you just relax and get better now.
Found you a great nurse.
Hey, Mickey.
I won't be leaving your side.
[BAR CHATTER]
Fuck.
Just talked to Jimmy.
Mickey's gonna be fine.
Well, Mickey's never been fine.
It's too bad Gotti
didn't kidnap you, Pat.
None of us woulda fuckin' bothered.
Fuck off.
All right. To Mickey!
- To Mickey.
- Slàinte, boys.
Slàinte.
Hey, Pat, you ever try smiling,
maybe show your teeth a little bit,
just to let people know you're human?
Yeah, well, you know
what, I'll let you ladies
have a laugh without me. I'm finished.
Oh, come on, pal. Where ya going?
There's a nice fat Dominican
bitch moved in my building.
She's a lot more fun than you lot.
Well, maybe she can fuck
a smile into that face, Pat.
I feel sorry for that
fat Dominican bitch.
[MADAM I'M A DARLIN BY
THE MARY WALLOPERS PLAYS]
As I roved out to Dublin City ♪
At the hour of twelve at night ♪
Who should I spy but
a fine young maiden ♪
Washing her clothes
by broad daylight ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin'
a die row dither-o ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin' a die row day ♪
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
What the fuck?
[GAGGING]
Then she folded up her arms ♪
Saying "Oh, what a
fine young girl am I" ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin'
a die row dither-o ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin' a die row day ♪
Madam, I will tie your garter ♪
I will tie it above your knee ♪
If you want, I'll tie it up further ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin' a die row day ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin'
a die row dither-o ♪
Madam, I'm a darlin' a die row day ♪