The Westies (2026) s01e05 Episode Script
A Right Rose Tree
1
When we lose someone
from the neighborhood,
we all feel it.
[JIMMY] What I'd like to
know is who the fuck would
do Pat in our own backyard?
[SWEENEY] Had a little talk with Danny.
Aw, I appreciate that.
It's a little more complicated.
- [GRUNTS]
- He thinks I gave the order
and you killed Pat Murphy.
If you want to keep him alive,
keep him out of Hell's Kitchen.
[POLK] You're asking
me to use federal pull
to ship your kid to a safe house
disguised as a clinic.
[BRIDGET] I talked to
Cahill. Well, it turns out
he doesn't need the weapon.
I'm sorry, Brendan. It's gone.
But he does need me.
My target, Colonel Gerald Markham.
The man who killed your parents.
This is fucking dangerous.
[BRIDGET] And what you do isn't?
I took six kilos from that
disco before we burned it down.
But if we don't deal
it, someone else will,
and they'll just become stronger
and more of a threat to us.
I think it's worth the risk.
We don't deal drugs.
[MICKEY] I can't
believe we're back to this
nickel and dime shit.
Your Mr. Sweeney just donated $100,000!
You think Sweeney sold our coke?
Fuck yeah, I do.
Eamon Sweeney with six fucking keys.
- [SWEENEY] How much?
- Give you 40 apiece
for the first five, 35
for everything after that.
[GOTTI] Eamon Sweeney
himself sold it to Leon?
- That's right.
- So, what's our next move?
[GOTTI] Kill that
motherfucker Eamon Sweeney.
I just can't believe he
lied to my fucking face.
Problem is, you put
Sweeney on a pedestal.
We all did.
To Eamon Sweeney, for always looking out
for the less fortunate. But now we know
he don't fucking belong there.
He has your loyalty, right?
You would die for that
motherfucker, I know you.
[GUNSHOTS]
You think he'd say the same for you?
Looks like the Italians
weren't too happy with you
selling that coke.
You wanna get a beer?
[SINISTER MUSIC]
[SWEENEY] You know me, Paul.
I wouldn't have asked for this sit down
if I didn't think it was
in your best interests.
[GOTTI] This guy's threatening war?
I'll send his Irish Mick crew
back to potato land in a fuckin' box.
[SWEENEY] Yeah, those
two hitmen you sent after me
are in fuckin' boxes right now, John.
Happy to make the
same arrangement for you.
Settle down, both of you.
We're here to talk.
You make a move against Eamon?
Of course not. I don't know
anything about this shit.
He used hitmen from Scarfa's crew.
Angelo Bruno knows
all about it. Ask him.
Who gives a shit what that mopey
motherfucker Angelo Bruno says?
That guy's a fuckin' liar.
Angelo's a boss.
I trust bosses. How about you, Paul?
[CHUCKLES]
This is why I hate drugs, hmm?
Shit like this happens.
You think Angelo Bruno's a liar?
I'll call him and tell
him you said that.
And if Eamon's story checks out
you and I will have a problem.
Understand?
Or
we can agree to resolve this issue
right here, right now.
Because there's a federal
fucking task force out there
tryin' to put me in fuckin' jail!
And they're not
interested in you or you.
So I don't want dead
fuckin' bodies piling up
that lead back to me!
Which is why I don't want neither of you
dealing narcotics!
Can you get that through
your fuckin' heads?
Yeah, you think you're
talking to John right now, right?
Because I don't fuckin' deal drugs.
Fuck yourself, Sweeney. Neither do I.
I want you two to make peace.
Whatever your gripes
are, put it behind you.
Eamon Sweeney is not to be touched.
Or anyone in my crew.
[PAUL] You got that, John?
Not Eamon nor any of his crew.
I can't hear you, John.
Not to be touched.
Good.
Now shake.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[PUNK ROCK THEME 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 ♪
This whiskey was casked in '22.
That's before the Depression.
It's almost as old as I am.
[CHUCKLES]
Only 40 cases ever sold.
[COUGHS] Oh, Jesus.
That's got quite a kick.
This is liquid bliss.
If you don't mind me saying,
I've had similar reactions
to cough syrup.
[CHUCKLES]
I guess it's an acquired taste.
So, I take it the meeting went well.
Gotti got spanked.
No more narcotics,
but
Big Paul wants me to
basically ignore the fact
that cocksucker sent two
fuckin' hitmen after me.
Do we go after Gotti?
No. I got a better way to
get that motherfucker back.
He's not allowed to sell drugs, right?
So we will.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay. Uh, Castellano's
all right with that?
He doesn't have to know.
Look, Jimmy, you were right.
Okay, it makes sense
for us to get into narcotics.
We don't, somebody else will,
they're gonna get richer and
stronger while we stand pat.
Well, you know I agree.
But I stole that coke
from the Colombians
'cause I happened to be there.
I mean, we sure as hell
can't go back to them.
I'm gonna introduce you to Leon,
dude that shylocks for us up in Harlem.
He can get you supply.
- What about money?
- I'll cover that.
But you gotta do this on your own. Okay?
I gotta stay on good
terms with Castellano.
Of course.
[SWEENEY] And ya
gotta be careful, Jimmy.
This cocaine,
it's a nasty fuckin' business.
You can't trust anybody.
Slàinte.
Slàinte.
[POLK] It's hot as a bitch outside,
and the A/C in this place is for shit.
[GLENN] Tax dollars at work.
Any word on Danny?
Oh, I hear he's doing fine.
He's only been disciplined twice.
He hit one of the counselors
and threatened the other
one with cutting her throat.
- I see.
- But let's talk about you!
What about me?
You know, when I invited
you to join this task force,
my superior officers
thought I was crazy.
"He's corrupt," they said.
I said, "So's everybody
at Midtown North."
I said, "You've got to use a
criminal to catch a criminal."
But you, as far as useful criminals go,
you've been pretty fuckin' useless!
Does this mean I'm gettin' fired?
No, it means you're gonna wear a wire.
What? What, are you fucking serious?
You tryin' to get me killed?
Get Sweeney on tape
talkin' about something
- we can arrest him for.
- Fuck that. I won't do it.
Then Danny won't get the help he needs.
I'll have him released,
and he'll be right
back where he started.
You would do that?
Which is it?
- [MICROPHONE FEEDBACK]
- You got it?
Yeah. Fine.
[POLK] You got a lotta tattoos there.
Yeah.
Swift, silent, deadly.
Force Recon motto, right?
Yeah.
Legendary.
I'm betting you were deep in the shit.
You know, our enemy over there
were a bunch of gooks I didn't know.
Betraying my friends is different.
You're working for your country,
same as you were doing then.
Yeah, semantics.
Sweeney's a smart guy. He won't talk.
It's your job to make him talk.
This guy is a serious street guy,
not some dipshit novice.
He can spot the fuckin'
heat in a 40-acre field.
Who's his most trusted man?
It's a toss-up between Eddie Breen
and Dukey Sullivan, probably Breen.
Tell him Eddie Breen is one
of our confidential informants
and he's been talkin' to me.
No way he'd buy Breen would talk.
Maybe yes, maybe no
so plant that seed with care.
I'm gonna hide the
recorder down your pants.
Be careful when you're sitting down.
[CLICKING]
[BRENDAN] This is Colonel Markham.
He arrived in Northern Ireland
not long after Bloody Sunday.
They found this wee sadistic prick
to try and stop our movement.
He implemented
aggressive house searches,
internment without trial,
and shootin' before asking questions.
Now, as you know
he was also responsible for the murder
of Bridget's family
Tadhg and Maureen McKenna
and those two wee boys
all heroes to the cause in my eyes.
He arrives next month on the 14th,
and he's being given an
award at the British Consulate.
It's like they're
throwing it in our faces.
The more Irish Catholics
they kill, the bigger the prize.
Aye. They want the world
to think that black is white,
up is down.
Want to rewrite the narrative,
bury British crimes.
And it's up to us, mo chairde,
to give the world a wee dose of reality.
Now, the Consulate
is on 48th and Second.
We're gonna put the
car right at the entrance,
and we're gonna blow this
motherfucker to smithereens.
This is why you wanted
the rocket launcher.
And now that's gone
there's another way.
Semtex.
A car bomb?
No, no, I don't know
about that, Brendan.
I'm the leader of this
cell, it's my decision.
Now, if we're lucky, only Markham
and his security detail will be killed.
Yeah, but you know the
chances of that are slim.
So, there's gonna be
civilian casualties and
This is a war, Bridget.
Or have you forgotten that?
[SEAMUS] Lock up when you're done.
[MICKEY] All right, thank you.
[JIMMY] Yeah, thanks, Seamus.
Hey, Seamus, it's as hot as balls.
You got any cold beers?
In the ice chest.
- You're a fuckin' hero.
- Yeah, yeah.
This Leon guy, he all right?
I've never met him.
I know, but is he a straight shooter?
Well, Sweeney seems to think so,
and he's fuckin' paying for it so
I need a fuckin' beer.
Hey, hold on. He's here.
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING FROM CAR STEREO]
You Roarke?
Hello, Leon.
This is my associate, Mickey.
This my guy, Charlie.
[JIMMY] Thanks for coming.
Didn't expect Sweeney's name
and blow to come back so fast.
Must've got a taste of that cash.
He's not involved. This is private.
- Just the two of you?
- Uh-huh.
- Boss, this is fucked up.
- No. Hold up. Hold up.
How much you two lookin' for?
- Three keys.
- [SCOFFS]
You got that kind of
bread? That's 150 large, son.
Mm, from what I understand,
the wholesale price is 35 a key, so
So, you think I'm gonna
risk my Black ass for free?
Nah, white boy, I got to get my cut.
It's 50 per key, take it or leave it.
You'll still come out on top.
All right.
Let's start with two keys.
If this goes well, maybe we
can talk about that price, huh?
Let me ask you somethin'.
Do you two even know
what the fuck you are doing?
You know how to cut this shit up?
That's a no.
Okay, 'cause of Sweeney,
I'm gonna explain
this to you real simple.
You cut the shit one to one
with baby laxative or inositol.
You chop it fine.
You press it with heat
to maintain weight.
You keep your press,
you keep your cutter,
and you keep your
stash in separate places.
If you get raided and all
that shit's in the same place,
intent to distribute, that's five years.
- Automatic.
- You should teach
a fuckin' seminar.
- Control your fuckin' dog.
- Hey.
Apologies. Thanks, Leon.
So, back to business. When and where?
Forty-seventh and Tenth. Tonight.
Around 11.
Bring the cash, we bring the bricks.
One more thing.
You white niggers get
caught and dime me out,
I will kill you both and
your whole fuckin' families.
[CAR STARTING]
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
What would we do if that Javits Center
wasn't being built in our
neck of the woods, huh?
- Stand in line for soup?
- Fuck that.
Bored out of our fuckin'
tits is what we'd be doing.
Probably both.
Hi, Glenn. What's up?
I want to talk to you. Privately.
No secrets between me and Eamon, Glenn,
you know that, right?
It's personal.
Who gives a fuck? We own you.
Don't get fresh, Dukey, or I'll slap
that fuckin' taste
right out of your mouth.
[SWEENEY] All
right, all right, cut it out.
Let's, uh, get that cut
to our Italian friends,
and, uh, let's go have a chat.
Half-ass-copper piece of shit.
Leave it out, will ya?
Dukey's not a big
fan of the boys in blue.
Yeah, no shit.
All right. What can I do ya for?
I wanted to talk to you about Eddie.
What about Eddie?
He's been talking to the feds.
Fuck you! No way.
I saw his name on a list
of confidential informants.
I'm sorry, I'm just
tellin' you what I saw.
There's no fuckin' way Eddie Breen
is talkin' to the fuckin' feds.
Eamon. You fuckin'
pay me to tell you things
you might not wanna hear, okay?
Up to you what you do with it.
Wait, wait, wait.
Where did you see this list?
On Agent Polk's desk
when she was in the john.
Ask him. I'm sure he'll deny it.
Fuck, I would, too.
But let me do a little
more diggin' around,
see what I can find.
Yeah, you do that.
I gotta ask ya.
What's Eddie have on ya?
What do you mean, have on me?
No, I'm sayin' what if, God forbid,
he had to testify,
how could he hurt you?
I mean, has he witnessed murders?
Fuck you.
I don't fuckin' believe this.
Fine.
No. No fuckin' way.
Eddie Breen is solid as a fuckin' rock.
I'm just saying what I saw. That's all.
Let me look into it more
on my end, all right?
- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
[SCOFFS]
[DOOR SHUTTING]
[BRIDGET] Jesus fucking Christ.
Hey, calm the fuck down,
all right? I didn't steal it.
That looks like a small bank.
- It's business.
- Whose business?
Sweeney's backin' a move.
What's the move?
Don't say selling T-shirts.
- What do you think it is?
- Hm.
Oh, so we're not buying
the house in the Catskills.
No, we're buying time in federal prison.
Look, this is strategic, Bridget.
- Big money, low exposure.
- Every drug dealer
says that at the beginning.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have drug dealers
in Ireland too, you know.
Look, I'm just I'm tryin'
to plan ahead, all right?
- Yeah.
- The future, our future.
- Okay.
- I mean, come on,
you don't want our kids
running around in this
fuckin' building, do you?
How do we have kids, Jimmy?
Every other day, you
and I are one step away
from blowing ourselves up
or throwing ourselves in jail.
It won't be forever.
When my ma died in her own bed
'cause we couldn't
afford a real doctor
I swore to myself I I would
never let that happen again.
And if coke's the way to avoid that
then coke it is.
[SIGHS]
I love you, Jimmy.
I just want you to stay out of prison.
And I wish the same for you.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[GLENN ON MIC] No, I'm
sayin', what if, God forbid,
he had to testify,
how could he hurt you?
I mean, has he witnessed murders?
[SWEENEY] Fuck you.
I'd call that a fail.
He was never gonna believe
Eddie Breen was talkin' to you.
I told you this before.
We have to make him believe!
I want you to arrest Breen.
Ugh. You know, it never ends with you.
Why me? You do it.
So Sweeney thinks you're involved.
Then he'll be sure to talk
to you about a lot of things.
Who you trying to entrap
here, me or Sweeney?
We already know you're on Sweeney's pad,
we're clear on that.
You're not guilty of
any other crimes, right?
Is that a serious question?
Then you have nothing to worry about.
And I'm supposed to
trust you? Why should I?
I could ask the same question.
Okay, he talks,
I want immunity on everything.
You know that's not gonna happen.
So, what? You're just gonna
throw me to the fuckin' wolves
and hope for the best, that's bullshit.
You used to be a marine
and a very good cop!
Do something right for once.
I'll give you immunity on everything.
Except murder. Deal?
Yeah.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
[CONNOR] Hold on.
Let me get this straight.
Mr. Sweeney says we can't sell the coke,
then he says we can sell the coke,
just as long as he don't
know that we're sellin' the coke.
That's right. And then
when we do sell the coke,
we gotta pay him for sellin' the coke
but act like we're not sellin' the coke.
Is that right?
Yeah. Something like that.
This fucking guy is unbelievable.
Nah, that actually makes sense to me.
- That makes sense.
- Of course it does.
'Cause you're a fuckin' cokehead.
It's the breakfast of champions!
I'm just actually looking
forward to having my own stash.
- Free samples.
- Hey.
We're not consumers, we're sellers.
Goes out the door, not up
your fuckin' noses, alright?
If you put it like that,
Jimmy, I'm fuckin' out.
Oh, and did I forget to mention
it's gonna make you filthy fucking rich?
- Oh, yeah, I'm back in then.
- Yeah, I bet you are.
- I'm fuckin' in.
- Okay, so,
we get this blow. And
then what's the plan?
We start selling.
Now, there's 20, 30 joints
between Ninth and Eleventh.
Irish bars, sailor bars, strip clubs,
all filled to the brim
with fuckin' cokeheads.
- No offense.
- None taken.
Then we got the unions.
Longshoremen, dock-rats, you know,
guys who'd rather
move powder than crates.
Yeah, and don't forget
those little snot-nosed yuppies
with polo shirts and trust funds,
makin' Wall Street all that money.
All those guys think
about is getting fucked up.
For them, it's a hundred bucks a gram.
It's pocket change for those soft fucks.
- Fuck, yeah.
- And
Sweeney's frontin' us
the cash for the first load.
How much, Jimmy?
Hundred grand.
You got that on you?
I'm meeting Leon tonight.
Fuck. We're all going with you, right?
Yeah, with our fuckin'
guns loaded, we are.
No, no, no. All right,
he's Sweeney's guy.
I don't need to bring
the whole lot of youse.
Besides, I don't want
him to think we're a bunch
- of fuckin' amateurs.
- But Jimmy,
we are a bunch of fuckin' amateurs.
[LAUGHTER]
[BRIDGET] Well, my
father was a history teacher
in a Catholic school
just outside of Newry.
They pegged him as a revolutionary.
And they were not wrong.
Her father not only brought
more volunteers to the cause
than any other man,
he organized weapon routes,
covert communications.
He inspired us greatly.
I came face to face with Colonel Markham
when I was in the Maze prison.
Like most of these fuckers
first he tried to befriend me.
When I wouldn't talk, the torture began.
Started with psychological games
saying that my family had turned me in.
And then sleep deprivation.
And beatings.
Then he broke my bones.
Fingers and toes first.
The worst
was solitary confinement
for months at a time.
I thought I'd go mad.
I did, for a while.
I've gathered photos
and details of Markham
that we all need to study.
Together
we can pay back this fucking bastard.
We will, Brendan.
You can count on us.
You can count on me, too.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[THE MESSAGE BY GRANDMASTER
FLASH AND THE FURIOUS FIVE]
[KNOCKING ON WINDOW]
Hey.
Sweeney's guy. How's it goin'?
Good.
- You met Charlie.
- Hey, Charlie.
What's up?
Got the bread?
Got it right here.
- Hundred K?
- Mm-hm.
Well, it came from Sweeney,
so I ain't gotta count it, right?
It's all there.
Charlie?
Careful when you open that up, kid.
Just take a quick look.
It's good.
Two keys.
Yeah, looks good.
Hopefully, this is just the beginning.
Well, right on.
[CHARLIE] Just one second, Leon.
Yeah, what?
[JIMMY] What the fuck?
[CHARLIE] Shut the fuck up.
Gimme the money. Gimme the coke.
Toss it into the front seat.
Do it fast or I'll blow your
motherfuckin' head off.
You know you're
gonna die for this, right?
[CHUCKLES]
Nah.
Gotti says you are.
[GUNSHOT]
[GASPING]
But now I sing the sad, sad song ♪
Of how you live so
fast and die so young ♪
So don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge ♪
I'm trying not to lose my head ♪
Ha-ha, ha ha ♪
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder ♪
[MICKEY] Hey, let's go!
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder ♪
How I keep from going under ♪
Fuck.
[PANTING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Wait, why the fuck are we laughing?
I don't fuckin' know.
[LAUGHING]
You know what?
Maybe I'm just laughing
about the fact we got this
and we got this.
- Fuck John Gotti!
- Shh! Bridget.
Hey, we're keeping this, right, brother?
Jimmy? We're keeping this, right?
I've gotta uh, go and
clean this fucking shit off.
Come on. Hey, Jimmy!
Shut the fuck up!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
Big money, low exposure.
Isn't that what you said?
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[SIZZLING]
Charlie Bricks is dead.
- Where?
- Hell's Kitchen. Forty-Seventh.
Cops found him with half a fuckin' head.
Fuckin' idiot.
Never should've trusted him.
Leon?
Him too, looks like that Mick punk
he was supposed to
meet got the jump on him.
- What about the coke?
- Product's gone.
So's the 100K.
[CLEARS THROAT]
So, who is this kid?
[APREDA] I've been
checking around, some kid
named Jimmy Roarke. Sweeney's crew,
along with that stronz Mickey Flanagan.
Maybe those two assholes
are smarter than I thought.
Sweeney wouldn't have
the balls to touch cocaine
after our meeting with Paul,
but that's not gonna stop
- this Roarke kid, right?
- What, you think
this kid would go against his boss?
Everybody fucking does
that. I do it all the time.
You want this Roarke guy clipped?
Let me talk to Paul.
Don't tell me you
sold that shit already.
No, not yet. It's being cut
up by the boys as we speak.
Your pal Leon's dead.
Yeah, turns out Charlie
Bricks was in Gotti's pocket
the whole fuckin' time.
He musta told him about the
coke I snatched from the nightclub,
which explains why he
sent hitmen against you.
So you got the money and the coke.
- What about Charlie Bricks?
- Dead too.
Nasty fuckin' business.
Didn't I tell ya?
Anyway, I just thought you should know.
Yeah.
Hey, Jimmy.
You coulda kept this fuckin' money.
You know that, right?
I never woulda known.
It's not how I do business.
Appreciate it.
Fuck.
Poor Leon.
[SIGHS]
You're gonna have to
find a new connection.
And Gotti knows
you're dealing now, so
watch your back.
We're under Castellano's
protection, right?
So, Gotti can't touch us?
Only as long as Big Paul
thinks we're not dealing drugs.
[GOTTI] They're gettin'
ready to move weight, Paul.
The Irish.
Which Irish?
Which Irish? Come on.
I'm askin'.
Sweeney's crew. It's in motion.
So, you're saying Sweeney
disobeyed my orders
to sell narcotics?
No, no, no. The younger ones.
Guys named Roarke and Mickey Flanagan.
Ya remember Flanagan?
Vaguely. You got proof?
What? I need proof?
I know. I hear things.
There was this drug deal
on the West Side gone south,
and I think this Irish kid, he
whacked these two mulignans,
stole their coke.
This is exactly the type of shit
that you wanted to avoid, right?
Dead bodies all over the city.
So what do you want me to do?
Well, I want your permission
to whack these Irish bastards.
Sweeney's men?
Yes. Sweeney's men.
My answer's no.
I don't give a flying
fuck about the Irish.
Sweeney's problem.
But you you keep your nose out of it.
Ah, Paul this is just the
type of shit that you
I don't want to hear you
selling coke behind my back.
Understood?
So why the fuck you got a
different standard for them?
Because they're animals, John.
Let them poison themselves.
We're men.
And we follow orders, right?
Of course. Yeah.
- Mm.
- You're the boss.
You got my loyalty, 100%.
Here you go, darling.
You're too kind.
To the Irish,
the only people who can
start a bar fight over poetry.
Some fights are worth having,
don't you think, Sergeant Kent?
Ex-sergeant.
Call me Randall.
And don't get me wrong,
I like poetry as much as the next guy.
Do you have any favorites?
Sure. Dr. Seuss.
[CACKLES]
Mm. Partial to Yeats myself.
Ah, you got one in ya?
Yeah.
Yeah, one my father taught me.
But where can we draw
water, said Pearse to Connolly,
When all the wells are parched away?
O plain as plain can be,
There's nothing but our own red blood
to make a right rose tree.
Well, I don't understand
what the fuck that means.
[LAUGHING] But it sure sounds good
coming outta your mouth.
Randall, let's get down to business.
We wanna buy some Semtex.
Oh.
Oh, that's not gonna be easy.
Grenades, M16s, no problem.
I'm not saying it's impossible,
but it's gonna cost ya.
How much?
One million dollars.
[LAUGHS]
Just takin' the piss.
I'll need 50,000.
That's fuckin' outrageous.
This is for a good cause.
Randall, are you Irish?
My father was Irish,
but my mother was kind of a mutt.
I'm not sure. Maybe German or French.
To be honest, I never bothered to ask.
She's a bit of a cunt.
I prefer my father, if that
makes any difference.
Well, this is for Irish independence.
[RANDALL] A good cause.
But I've done my time
serving good causes.
Germany, Turkey, Vietnam.
I'm interested in getting paid.
Fine.
We'll get you the 50,000.
[LAUGHS]
You toss in a bottle of Irish whiskey,
and you have yourself a deal.
Here.
Take this as a down payment.
Where the fuck did you find him?
Look at you.
- Where are we going?
- We're gonna go to my place.
I thought we were gonna go see a show.
Some place with air-conditioning?
Are you kidding me, honey?
You are the fucking show.
You and me and this chinky
food, a bit of fuckin' music.
We'll have a fuckin' great time.
[POLICE SIREN]
- Eddie!
- Are you fucking for real?
- Let's go!
- Fuck sakes!
Put the fuckin' bag down.
- Fuck off!
- Come on.
[WOMAN] Eddie!
Put your hands on the fuckin' trunk.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Feds wanna chat you up.
You better not be packing.
[OFFICER] Keep moving, please.
Eamon's gonna hear about
this, you know that, yeah?
- I'm sure he will.
- You fucking cunt.
You keep a fuckin' civil
tongue in your head. Let's go.
How are ya, Mary? Ya all right?
Yeah. Yeah. Get in the fuckin' car.
[BREEN] Deb, honey! Pick
up the fuckin' Chinese food!
Yeah. Ah! Oh, here we go.
You got 15 ghost names
on Local 780 payrolls.
Not one of them ever
lifted a beam at Javits.
That's theft of federal funds.
That looks great.
- What's it gotta do with me?
- Then there's
the no-show contracts at Pier 76.
Same contractors.
We're connecting the dots, Eddie.
Ah, you're connecting the
dots, are you? Well done, you!
Where the fuck's my lawyer?
I should tell you what,
lady, don't bother,
because you can't prove any of this.
You want to know why?
'Cause none of it's true.
Ask Officer Keenan right there.
[POLK] Officer Keenan?
Why would I ask him?
'Cause he knows me.
Go on, Glenn. Tell
her she's talkin' shit.
Well, thing is Eddie,
she's got evidence.
Now, I'm lookin' to help you out
cut a deal with them.
It'll go easier for you.
Are you fuckin' for real?
You double-crossing prick.
[POLK] I got you on
conspiracy to commit fraud.
Maybe throw in a
racketeering predicate or two.
But I don't want you, Eddie.
Oh, no?
Why the fuck am I here then?
Because
I want your boss,
Eamon Sweeney.
My boss Eamon Sweeney
is an upstanding Irish-American citizen
who pays his taxes, gives to the poor,
and creates jobs. What
the fuck do you do?
Eamon Sweeney's a thief
who milks his own community dry
under the guise of the working man.
You wanna go down with him?
Be my guest.
Do you want your old lobby
washed down Con Shine ♪
Do you want your
old lobby washed down ♪
Says I, I'll take half and
says she, with a laugh ♪
Do you want your old lobby
washed down, Con Shine ♪
So now what?
Wait till Eamon Sweeney
reaches out to you,
which I have no doubt he will.
See what he has to say.
[BREEN] Yeah, have your little
fuckin' chats there, are ya?
You fuckin' prick, you.
- Holy shit.
- Hey, Declan,
Connor's waitin' on
that fuckin' laxative!
Holy fuckin' Christ.
I'm sweating like a fuckin' dago.
Bag it up. Yeah, take a look at that.
It's good, it's good. But
it's about consistency.
Keep them all the same fuckin' size.
Let's go. Give me that fuckin' laxative.
All right. That enough?
Jeez, it's too much. I told
ya, I don't need that much.
And you're mixing
that one to one, right?
Of course, I'm mixing it one to one.
- I need clean fucking product.
- Yeah, I'm very
fucking passionate about my work,
so I do it right, okay?
It's good fuckin' work, boys.
We're about to make
some serious fuckin' money.
As long as that powder goes in the bags
- and not up your fuckin' nose.
- I'm fine, Mick, I'm fine.
Holy, Mick, Mick. Lighten up, okay?
Have a fuckin' bump. Do a line.
No! You all heard what
Jimmy said, alright?
The product is for the
customers, it's not for us.
- Hey.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- How's it going?
- Jimmy.
- Hey, Jim.
- It's going good, Jimmy.
It's all moving like clockwork.
We had some fuckin'
discipline problems with Sean.
- But we straightened that out.
- Hey, Sean,
maybe take it easy on that,
- you know?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- What did I fuckin' tell you?
- And, uh
and do me a favor when you're done?
Can you just, you know, make sure
you put everything
back to the way it was,
- you know, spick and span.
- Jimmy, you want a beer?
No, no, I just came to get you.
I got a lead on a potential buyer,
- so let's go.
- All right.
Oh, and bring a couple of samples.
- Sure.
- Keep up the good work, boys.
Yes, Jimmy.
Sean, it's gotta be consistent.
- I'm tryin'.
- Connor, watch him!
Yeah, I'm watchin' him.
Fuck.
Hey, you see Sean
trying to cut that shit?
Looked like he was bagging
flour at a fuckin' bakery.
Yeah, hopefully he learns
before he snorts himself stupid.
Don't move. Don't fuckin' move.
The fuck are you doing?
Get in the fuckin' car.
Get in the fuckin' car.
Get the fuck off me! You
fuckin' dago cocksucker.
Fuck you.
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Where is everyone?
Sent them home.
You know, the less people
who meet Randall, the better.
Mm-hmm. For security?
Yeah.
I don't trust him. I do
not like the way he drinks.
Well, the weapon you
lost came off a freighter
from Liberia, and that
contact's well gone.
Randall's our best bet.
I am sorry to have
put you in that position.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Do you have the money?
Yes.
You have 50,000? Yeah?
- Yes.
- Where'd you get it?
Let's just say I have
very rich sponsors.
Oh, full of surprises, aren't you?
Listen.
I only keep information
from you for your sake.
- Strictly professional.
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Get the door.
[RANDALL] You are gonna
want to be very careful with this.
I carried it here myself by foot.
Couldn't trust a car or subway.
Even without a blasting
cap, this stuff can be volatile.
- Where'd you get it?
- From the armory on Lexington.
I have a friend there.
He know about us?
Of course not.
He lets me in, he turns the other way.
Of course, I did promise
him a nice payday
from all the money you're gonna give me.
Speaking of which.
Oh, yeah, of course.
There you go.
Ah, you don't mind if
I take a peek, do ya?
Not that I don't trust
you fine Irish soldiers
fighting for a good cause.
Sure, count it all.
What's this?
[BRENDAN] Poetry.
Jesus Christ!
Why'd the fuck did you just do that?
[BRENDAN] Like you said, Bridget.
Can't have a drunkard like him
blabbering about us
to the highest bidder.
Hey, hey.
I did this to protect the mission.
And you. Okay?
Come on.
So you got wind Eddie
was gonna get grabbed up,
you didn't think I might wanna know?
Took me by surprise.
But I insisted on being in there
while they interrogated him.
- Oh, good. What'd he say?
- Yeah, well.
Fuckin' turns out the only
reason they brought him in
was to try to get him to flip on you.
Hmm. Did he?
I gotta ask.
What have you done
that Breen knows about?
Eddie knows all about me.
Yeah, I know, but I mean, specifically?
But, what do you mean,
like with the Javits Center?
[GLENN] Yeah.
Ah, he knows about the skimming,
you know, the no-show jobs, all of it.
And your deal with Castellano?
How many times I gotta tell you, Glenn?
Eddie knows everything
there is to know about me.
But you can ask him yourself.
How are ya, Glenn?
Eddie, you're out.
[BREEN] Yeah.
Eamon got me the best lawyer
money can buy, didn't he?
They wanted to keep
me in overnight, but fuck it.
- I'm here now.
- Nice.
Yeah.
Good, huh?
You stood up. Good fuckin' job.
I'm relieved.
What? Come on, look,
I had no choice. I had to bring you in
for those fucks, right?
I cannot tip my hand to them.
[BREEN] See, the problem is now, Glenn,
is I can't trust you.
- Don't say that.
- Neither do I.
[CHUCKLES]
Get the fuck outta here!
Fucking cocksucker!
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
Motherfucker!
[SHOUTING]
Grab, grab, grab him!
You fucking cunt.
Fuck you, motherfucker!
[GRUNTS]
All right, all right, all right!
Can we take him outside now?
Jesus.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING CONTINUES]
[SWEENEY] Alright,
alright, enough, stop!
[GRUNTING]
We can't kill him.
They know where he is.
Looks like maybe he fell
down a flight of stairs, right?
Probably drunk.
[DUKEY] That's right.
He fell down dead drunk
and wet himself, right, boys?
Okay.
- Oh-oh!
- You fucking piece of shit.
Wake up, asshole.
[GASPS]
[GROANS]
[SWEENEY] Hey, Glenn.
In case you're wondering, yeah.
You're off the pad.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[GOTTI] You boys know
what Manhattan's gonna be
in five years?
It's gonna be condos, shiny towers,
cocaine in every club, every party,
every fuckin' bathroom stall.
Whole island's gonna run on powder.
That sounds like paradise.
Someone's gonna own the pipeline.
I want it to be you.
My supply. Your streets.
Fifty-fifty.
What the fuck did you just say?
Fifty-fifty. It's pretty nice, right?
And what would your boss think?
Castellano's a dinosaur.
He's still acting like it's 1952,
and he's peddling olive
oil out of a fuckin' Buick.
At least your guy Sweeney
was willing to experiment.
Sweeney's concentrating
on the Javits Center.
The coke thing was a one-off.
- He's not interested.
- Right.
But you're sittin' on two
keys and a hundred grand.
Which is gonna be gone
as soon as you peddle it.
So, how the fuck are you gonna re-up?
You lost your guy Leon. Right?
You burned the Colombians,
who were my guys.
What, you think I didn't
know about all that?
Don't worry about
it, willing to forgive.
[CHUCKLES]
So what the fuck do you want from us?
Well, listen, I've been
moving weight since
before you two were pulling
on each other's peckers.
So I got connections
with other Latin crews.
You wanna play, you're gonna need me.
Oh, I know you're loyal
to Sweeney, but come on,
let's be honest, where the
fuck is that heading, huh?
Javits gets built, Castellano
tosses him out like garbage.
And you? You're standing
on a job site in Queens,
with a wrench in one hand
and your dick in the other.
You wanna win, Jimmy,
you gotta come with me.
Let me just get this right.
Your fuckin' dogs here
pinch us off our streets,
put their fuckin' hands
on us, and now what?
You're offering us a job?
Well, I'm offering you boys a future.
You don't want a future,
then an early grave.
[CHUCKLING]
That's quite an offer.
But you know what?
And with all due respect, John
you can go fuck yourself.
Your little lovers' tiff with Big Paul,
that's your fuckin' business.
Not mine.
I'm not your salesman.
And I don't snake the
man who brought me up.
Jimmy.
You think that old
cocksucker's got your back?
[CHUCKLING]
All bosses are snakes.
You don't know that?
We done here?
Yeah, I got a roast in the oven.
I don't want it getting burned.
Yeah, yeah, we could be done.
You know
if that's what you want.
But that's not gonna solve my problem.
So, listen, I'm gonna
let youse think about it.
Alright? You're gonna
come back. You'll see.
Now get the fuck out.
[TENSE MUSIC]
What the fuck was that?
No fuckin' idea.
But he needs us bad,
or we'd be fuckin' dead.
Where the fuck are we?
This is guinea country, Jimmy.
How the fuck would I know?
Hey, we ain't never selling
for that dago bastard, right?
Of course we're fuckin' not. You crazy?
Sometimes, Jimmy.
[LAUGH] You got money for a bus?
They'll be back.
When we lose someone
from the neighborhood,
we all feel it.
[JIMMY] What I'd like to
know is who the fuck would
do Pat in our own backyard?
[SWEENEY] Had a little talk with Danny.
Aw, I appreciate that.
It's a little more complicated.
- [GRUNTS]
- He thinks I gave the order
and you killed Pat Murphy.
If you want to keep him alive,
keep him out of Hell's Kitchen.
[POLK] You're asking
me to use federal pull
to ship your kid to a safe house
disguised as a clinic.
[BRIDGET] I talked to
Cahill. Well, it turns out
he doesn't need the weapon.
I'm sorry, Brendan. It's gone.
But he does need me.
My target, Colonel Gerald Markham.
The man who killed your parents.
This is fucking dangerous.
[BRIDGET] And what you do isn't?
I took six kilos from that
disco before we burned it down.
But if we don't deal
it, someone else will,
and they'll just become stronger
and more of a threat to us.
I think it's worth the risk.
We don't deal drugs.
[MICKEY] I can't
believe we're back to this
nickel and dime shit.
Your Mr. Sweeney just donated $100,000!
You think Sweeney sold our coke?
Fuck yeah, I do.
Eamon Sweeney with six fucking keys.
- [SWEENEY] How much?
- Give you 40 apiece
for the first five, 35
for everything after that.
[GOTTI] Eamon Sweeney
himself sold it to Leon?
- That's right.
- So, what's our next move?
[GOTTI] Kill that
motherfucker Eamon Sweeney.
I just can't believe he
lied to my fucking face.
Problem is, you put
Sweeney on a pedestal.
We all did.
To Eamon Sweeney, for always looking out
for the less fortunate. But now we know
he don't fucking belong there.
He has your loyalty, right?
You would die for that
motherfucker, I know you.
[GUNSHOTS]
You think he'd say the same for you?
Looks like the Italians
weren't too happy with you
selling that coke.
You wanna get a beer?
[SINISTER MUSIC]
[SWEENEY] You know me, Paul.
I wouldn't have asked for this sit down
if I didn't think it was
in your best interests.
[GOTTI] This guy's threatening war?
I'll send his Irish Mick crew
back to potato land in a fuckin' box.
[SWEENEY] Yeah, those
two hitmen you sent after me
are in fuckin' boxes right now, John.
Happy to make the
same arrangement for you.
Settle down, both of you.
We're here to talk.
You make a move against Eamon?
Of course not. I don't know
anything about this shit.
He used hitmen from Scarfa's crew.
Angelo Bruno knows
all about it. Ask him.
Who gives a shit what that mopey
motherfucker Angelo Bruno says?
That guy's a fuckin' liar.
Angelo's a boss.
I trust bosses. How about you, Paul?
[CHUCKLES]
This is why I hate drugs, hmm?
Shit like this happens.
You think Angelo Bruno's a liar?
I'll call him and tell
him you said that.
And if Eamon's story checks out
you and I will have a problem.
Understand?
Or
we can agree to resolve this issue
right here, right now.
Because there's a federal
fucking task force out there
tryin' to put me in fuckin' jail!
And they're not
interested in you or you.
So I don't want dead
fuckin' bodies piling up
that lead back to me!
Which is why I don't want neither of you
dealing narcotics!
Can you get that through
your fuckin' heads?
Yeah, you think you're
talking to John right now, right?
Because I don't fuckin' deal drugs.
Fuck yourself, Sweeney. Neither do I.
I want you two to make peace.
Whatever your gripes
are, put it behind you.
Eamon Sweeney is not to be touched.
Or anyone in my crew.
[PAUL] You got that, John?
Not Eamon nor any of his crew.
I can't hear you, John.
Not to be touched.
Good.
Now shake.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[PUNK ROCK THEME 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 ♪
This whiskey was casked in '22.
That's before the Depression.
It's almost as old as I am.
[CHUCKLES]
Only 40 cases ever sold.
[COUGHS] Oh, Jesus.
That's got quite a kick.
This is liquid bliss.
If you don't mind me saying,
I've had similar reactions
to cough syrup.
[CHUCKLES]
I guess it's an acquired taste.
So, I take it the meeting went well.
Gotti got spanked.
No more narcotics,
but
Big Paul wants me to
basically ignore the fact
that cocksucker sent two
fuckin' hitmen after me.
Do we go after Gotti?
No. I got a better way to
get that motherfucker back.
He's not allowed to sell drugs, right?
So we will.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay. Uh, Castellano's
all right with that?
He doesn't have to know.
Look, Jimmy, you were right.
Okay, it makes sense
for us to get into narcotics.
We don't, somebody else will,
they're gonna get richer and
stronger while we stand pat.
Well, you know I agree.
But I stole that coke
from the Colombians
'cause I happened to be there.
I mean, we sure as hell
can't go back to them.
I'm gonna introduce you to Leon,
dude that shylocks for us up in Harlem.
He can get you supply.
- What about money?
- I'll cover that.
But you gotta do this on your own. Okay?
I gotta stay on good
terms with Castellano.
Of course.
[SWEENEY] And ya
gotta be careful, Jimmy.
This cocaine,
it's a nasty fuckin' business.
You can't trust anybody.
Slàinte.
Slàinte.
[POLK] It's hot as a bitch outside,
and the A/C in this place is for shit.
[GLENN] Tax dollars at work.
Any word on Danny?
Oh, I hear he's doing fine.
He's only been disciplined twice.
He hit one of the counselors
and threatened the other
one with cutting her throat.
- I see.
- But let's talk about you!
What about me?
You know, when I invited
you to join this task force,
my superior officers
thought I was crazy.
"He's corrupt," they said.
I said, "So's everybody
at Midtown North."
I said, "You've got to use a
criminal to catch a criminal."
But you, as far as useful criminals go,
you've been pretty fuckin' useless!
Does this mean I'm gettin' fired?
No, it means you're gonna wear a wire.
What? What, are you fucking serious?
You tryin' to get me killed?
Get Sweeney on tape
talkin' about something
- we can arrest him for.
- Fuck that. I won't do it.
Then Danny won't get the help he needs.
I'll have him released,
and he'll be right
back where he started.
You would do that?
Which is it?
- [MICROPHONE FEEDBACK]
- You got it?
Yeah. Fine.
[POLK] You got a lotta tattoos there.
Yeah.
Swift, silent, deadly.
Force Recon motto, right?
Yeah.
Legendary.
I'm betting you were deep in the shit.
You know, our enemy over there
were a bunch of gooks I didn't know.
Betraying my friends is different.
You're working for your country,
same as you were doing then.
Yeah, semantics.
Sweeney's a smart guy. He won't talk.
It's your job to make him talk.
This guy is a serious street guy,
not some dipshit novice.
He can spot the fuckin'
heat in a 40-acre field.
Who's his most trusted man?
It's a toss-up between Eddie Breen
and Dukey Sullivan, probably Breen.
Tell him Eddie Breen is one
of our confidential informants
and he's been talkin' to me.
No way he'd buy Breen would talk.
Maybe yes, maybe no
so plant that seed with care.
I'm gonna hide the
recorder down your pants.
Be careful when you're sitting down.
[CLICKING]
[BRENDAN] This is Colonel Markham.
He arrived in Northern Ireland
not long after Bloody Sunday.
They found this wee sadistic prick
to try and stop our movement.
He implemented
aggressive house searches,
internment without trial,
and shootin' before asking questions.
Now, as you know
he was also responsible for the murder
of Bridget's family
Tadhg and Maureen McKenna
and those two wee boys
all heroes to the cause in my eyes.
He arrives next month on the 14th,
and he's being given an
award at the British Consulate.
It's like they're
throwing it in our faces.
The more Irish Catholics
they kill, the bigger the prize.
Aye. They want the world
to think that black is white,
up is down.
Want to rewrite the narrative,
bury British crimes.
And it's up to us, mo chairde,
to give the world a wee dose of reality.
Now, the Consulate
is on 48th and Second.
We're gonna put the
car right at the entrance,
and we're gonna blow this
motherfucker to smithereens.
This is why you wanted
the rocket launcher.
And now that's gone
there's another way.
Semtex.
A car bomb?
No, no, I don't know
about that, Brendan.
I'm the leader of this
cell, it's my decision.
Now, if we're lucky, only Markham
and his security detail will be killed.
Yeah, but you know the
chances of that are slim.
So, there's gonna be
civilian casualties and
This is a war, Bridget.
Or have you forgotten that?
[SEAMUS] Lock up when you're done.
[MICKEY] All right, thank you.
[JIMMY] Yeah, thanks, Seamus.
Hey, Seamus, it's as hot as balls.
You got any cold beers?
In the ice chest.
- You're a fuckin' hero.
- Yeah, yeah.
This Leon guy, he all right?
I've never met him.
I know, but is he a straight shooter?
Well, Sweeney seems to think so,
and he's fuckin' paying for it so
I need a fuckin' beer.
Hey, hold on. He's here.
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING FROM CAR STEREO]
You Roarke?
Hello, Leon.
This is my associate, Mickey.
This my guy, Charlie.
[JIMMY] Thanks for coming.
Didn't expect Sweeney's name
and blow to come back so fast.
Must've got a taste of that cash.
He's not involved. This is private.
- Just the two of you?
- Uh-huh.
- Boss, this is fucked up.
- No. Hold up. Hold up.
How much you two lookin' for?
- Three keys.
- [SCOFFS]
You got that kind of
bread? That's 150 large, son.
Mm, from what I understand,
the wholesale price is 35 a key, so
So, you think I'm gonna
risk my Black ass for free?
Nah, white boy, I got to get my cut.
It's 50 per key, take it or leave it.
You'll still come out on top.
All right.
Let's start with two keys.
If this goes well, maybe we
can talk about that price, huh?
Let me ask you somethin'.
Do you two even know
what the fuck you are doing?
You know how to cut this shit up?
That's a no.
Okay, 'cause of Sweeney,
I'm gonna explain
this to you real simple.
You cut the shit one to one
with baby laxative or inositol.
You chop it fine.
You press it with heat
to maintain weight.
You keep your press,
you keep your cutter,
and you keep your
stash in separate places.
If you get raided and all
that shit's in the same place,
intent to distribute, that's five years.
- Automatic.
- You should teach
a fuckin' seminar.
- Control your fuckin' dog.
- Hey.
Apologies. Thanks, Leon.
So, back to business. When and where?
Forty-seventh and Tenth. Tonight.
Around 11.
Bring the cash, we bring the bricks.
One more thing.
You white niggers get
caught and dime me out,
I will kill you both and
your whole fuckin' families.
[CAR STARTING]
[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
What would we do if that Javits Center
wasn't being built in our
neck of the woods, huh?
- Stand in line for soup?
- Fuck that.
Bored out of our fuckin'
tits is what we'd be doing.
Probably both.
Hi, Glenn. What's up?
I want to talk to you. Privately.
No secrets between me and Eamon, Glenn,
you know that, right?
It's personal.
Who gives a fuck? We own you.
Don't get fresh, Dukey, or I'll slap
that fuckin' taste
right out of your mouth.
[SWEENEY] All
right, all right, cut it out.
Let's, uh, get that cut
to our Italian friends,
and, uh, let's go have a chat.
Half-ass-copper piece of shit.
Leave it out, will ya?
Dukey's not a big
fan of the boys in blue.
Yeah, no shit.
All right. What can I do ya for?
I wanted to talk to you about Eddie.
What about Eddie?
He's been talking to the feds.
Fuck you! No way.
I saw his name on a list
of confidential informants.
I'm sorry, I'm just
tellin' you what I saw.
There's no fuckin' way Eddie Breen
is talkin' to the fuckin' feds.
Eamon. You fuckin'
pay me to tell you things
you might not wanna hear, okay?
Up to you what you do with it.
Wait, wait, wait.
Where did you see this list?
On Agent Polk's desk
when she was in the john.
Ask him. I'm sure he'll deny it.
Fuck, I would, too.
But let me do a little
more diggin' around,
see what I can find.
Yeah, you do that.
I gotta ask ya.
What's Eddie have on ya?
What do you mean, have on me?
No, I'm sayin' what if, God forbid,
he had to testify,
how could he hurt you?
I mean, has he witnessed murders?
Fuck you.
I don't fuckin' believe this.
Fine.
No. No fuckin' way.
Eddie Breen is solid as a fuckin' rock.
I'm just saying what I saw. That's all.
Let me look into it more
on my end, all right?
- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
[SCOFFS]
[DOOR SHUTTING]
[BRIDGET] Jesus fucking Christ.
Hey, calm the fuck down,
all right? I didn't steal it.
That looks like a small bank.
- It's business.
- Whose business?
Sweeney's backin' a move.
What's the move?
Don't say selling T-shirts.
- What do you think it is?
- Hm.
Oh, so we're not buying
the house in the Catskills.
No, we're buying time in federal prison.
Look, this is strategic, Bridget.
- Big money, low exposure.
- Every drug dealer
says that at the beginning.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have drug dealers
in Ireland too, you know.
Look, I'm just I'm tryin'
to plan ahead, all right?
- Yeah.
- The future, our future.
- Okay.
- I mean, come on,
you don't want our kids
running around in this
fuckin' building, do you?
How do we have kids, Jimmy?
Every other day, you
and I are one step away
from blowing ourselves up
or throwing ourselves in jail.
It won't be forever.
When my ma died in her own bed
'cause we couldn't
afford a real doctor
I swore to myself I I would
never let that happen again.
And if coke's the way to avoid that
then coke it is.
[SIGHS]
I love you, Jimmy.
I just want you to stay out of prison.
And I wish the same for you.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[GLENN ON MIC] No, I'm
sayin', what if, God forbid,
he had to testify,
how could he hurt you?
I mean, has he witnessed murders?
[SWEENEY] Fuck you.
I'd call that a fail.
He was never gonna believe
Eddie Breen was talkin' to you.
I told you this before.
We have to make him believe!
I want you to arrest Breen.
Ugh. You know, it never ends with you.
Why me? You do it.
So Sweeney thinks you're involved.
Then he'll be sure to talk
to you about a lot of things.
Who you trying to entrap
here, me or Sweeney?
We already know you're on Sweeney's pad,
we're clear on that.
You're not guilty of
any other crimes, right?
Is that a serious question?
Then you have nothing to worry about.
And I'm supposed to
trust you? Why should I?
I could ask the same question.
Okay, he talks,
I want immunity on everything.
You know that's not gonna happen.
So, what? You're just gonna
throw me to the fuckin' wolves
and hope for the best, that's bullshit.
You used to be a marine
and a very good cop!
Do something right for once.
I'll give you immunity on everything.
Except murder. Deal?
Yeah.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
[CONNOR] Hold on.
Let me get this straight.
Mr. Sweeney says we can't sell the coke,
then he says we can sell the coke,
just as long as he don't
know that we're sellin' the coke.
That's right. And then
when we do sell the coke,
we gotta pay him for sellin' the coke
but act like we're not sellin' the coke.
Is that right?
Yeah. Something like that.
This fucking guy is unbelievable.
Nah, that actually makes sense to me.
- That makes sense.
- Of course it does.
'Cause you're a fuckin' cokehead.
It's the breakfast of champions!
I'm just actually looking
forward to having my own stash.
- Free samples.
- Hey.
We're not consumers, we're sellers.
Goes out the door, not up
your fuckin' noses, alright?
If you put it like that,
Jimmy, I'm fuckin' out.
Oh, and did I forget to mention
it's gonna make you filthy fucking rich?
- Oh, yeah, I'm back in then.
- Yeah, I bet you are.
- I'm fuckin' in.
- Okay, so,
we get this blow. And
then what's the plan?
We start selling.
Now, there's 20, 30 joints
between Ninth and Eleventh.
Irish bars, sailor bars, strip clubs,
all filled to the brim
with fuckin' cokeheads.
- No offense.
- None taken.
Then we got the unions.
Longshoremen, dock-rats, you know,
guys who'd rather
move powder than crates.
Yeah, and don't forget
those little snot-nosed yuppies
with polo shirts and trust funds,
makin' Wall Street all that money.
All those guys think
about is getting fucked up.
For them, it's a hundred bucks a gram.
It's pocket change for those soft fucks.
- Fuck, yeah.
- And
Sweeney's frontin' us
the cash for the first load.
How much, Jimmy?
Hundred grand.
You got that on you?
I'm meeting Leon tonight.
Fuck. We're all going with you, right?
Yeah, with our fuckin'
guns loaded, we are.
No, no, no. All right,
he's Sweeney's guy.
I don't need to bring
the whole lot of youse.
Besides, I don't want
him to think we're a bunch
- of fuckin' amateurs.
- But Jimmy,
we are a bunch of fuckin' amateurs.
[LAUGHTER]
[BRIDGET] Well, my
father was a history teacher
in a Catholic school
just outside of Newry.
They pegged him as a revolutionary.
And they were not wrong.
Her father not only brought
more volunteers to the cause
than any other man,
he organized weapon routes,
covert communications.
He inspired us greatly.
I came face to face with Colonel Markham
when I was in the Maze prison.
Like most of these fuckers
first he tried to befriend me.
When I wouldn't talk, the torture began.
Started with psychological games
saying that my family had turned me in.
And then sleep deprivation.
And beatings.
Then he broke my bones.
Fingers and toes first.
The worst
was solitary confinement
for months at a time.
I thought I'd go mad.
I did, for a while.
I've gathered photos
and details of Markham
that we all need to study.
Together
we can pay back this fucking bastard.
We will, Brendan.
You can count on us.
You can count on me, too.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[THE MESSAGE BY GRANDMASTER
FLASH AND THE FURIOUS FIVE]
[KNOCKING ON WINDOW]
Hey.
Sweeney's guy. How's it goin'?
Good.
- You met Charlie.
- Hey, Charlie.
What's up?
Got the bread?
Got it right here.
- Hundred K?
- Mm-hm.
Well, it came from Sweeney,
so I ain't gotta count it, right?
It's all there.
Charlie?
Careful when you open that up, kid.
Just take a quick look.
It's good.
Two keys.
Yeah, looks good.
Hopefully, this is just the beginning.
Well, right on.
[CHARLIE] Just one second, Leon.
Yeah, what?
[JIMMY] What the fuck?
[CHARLIE] Shut the fuck up.
Gimme the money. Gimme the coke.
Toss it into the front seat.
Do it fast or I'll blow your
motherfuckin' head off.
You know you're
gonna die for this, right?
[CHUCKLES]
Nah.
Gotti says you are.
[GUNSHOT]
[GASPING]
But now I sing the sad, sad song ♪
Of how you live so
fast and die so young ♪
So don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge ♪
I'm trying not to lose my head ♪
Ha-ha, ha ha ♪
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder ♪
[MICKEY] Hey, let's go!
It's like a jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder ♪
How I keep from going under ♪
Fuck.
[PANTING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Wait, why the fuck are we laughing?
I don't fuckin' know.
[LAUGHING]
You know what?
Maybe I'm just laughing
about the fact we got this
and we got this.
- Fuck John Gotti!
- Shh! Bridget.
Hey, we're keeping this, right, brother?
Jimmy? We're keeping this, right?
I've gotta uh, go and
clean this fucking shit off.
Come on. Hey, Jimmy!
Shut the fuck up!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
Big money, low exposure.
Isn't that what you said?
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[SIZZLING]
Charlie Bricks is dead.
- Where?
- Hell's Kitchen. Forty-Seventh.
Cops found him with half a fuckin' head.
Fuckin' idiot.
Never should've trusted him.
Leon?
Him too, looks like that Mick punk
he was supposed to
meet got the jump on him.
- What about the coke?
- Product's gone.
So's the 100K.
[CLEARS THROAT]
So, who is this kid?
[APREDA] I've been
checking around, some kid
named Jimmy Roarke. Sweeney's crew,
along with that stronz Mickey Flanagan.
Maybe those two assholes
are smarter than I thought.
Sweeney wouldn't have
the balls to touch cocaine
after our meeting with Paul,
but that's not gonna stop
- this Roarke kid, right?
- What, you think
this kid would go against his boss?
Everybody fucking does
that. I do it all the time.
You want this Roarke guy clipped?
Let me talk to Paul.
Don't tell me you
sold that shit already.
No, not yet. It's being cut
up by the boys as we speak.
Your pal Leon's dead.
Yeah, turns out Charlie
Bricks was in Gotti's pocket
the whole fuckin' time.
He musta told him about the
coke I snatched from the nightclub,
which explains why he
sent hitmen against you.
So you got the money and the coke.
- What about Charlie Bricks?
- Dead too.
Nasty fuckin' business.
Didn't I tell ya?
Anyway, I just thought you should know.
Yeah.
Hey, Jimmy.
You coulda kept this fuckin' money.
You know that, right?
I never woulda known.
It's not how I do business.
Appreciate it.
Fuck.
Poor Leon.
[SIGHS]
You're gonna have to
find a new connection.
And Gotti knows
you're dealing now, so
watch your back.
We're under Castellano's
protection, right?
So, Gotti can't touch us?
Only as long as Big Paul
thinks we're not dealing drugs.
[GOTTI] They're gettin'
ready to move weight, Paul.
The Irish.
Which Irish?
Which Irish? Come on.
I'm askin'.
Sweeney's crew. It's in motion.
So, you're saying Sweeney
disobeyed my orders
to sell narcotics?
No, no, no. The younger ones.
Guys named Roarke and Mickey Flanagan.
Ya remember Flanagan?
Vaguely. You got proof?
What? I need proof?
I know. I hear things.
There was this drug deal
on the West Side gone south,
and I think this Irish kid, he
whacked these two mulignans,
stole their coke.
This is exactly the type of shit
that you wanted to avoid, right?
Dead bodies all over the city.
So what do you want me to do?
Well, I want your permission
to whack these Irish bastards.
Sweeney's men?
Yes. Sweeney's men.
My answer's no.
I don't give a flying
fuck about the Irish.
Sweeney's problem.
But you you keep your nose out of it.
Ah, Paul this is just the
type of shit that you
I don't want to hear you
selling coke behind my back.
Understood?
So why the fuck you got a
different standard for them?
Because they're animals, John.
Let them poison themselves.
We're men.
And we follow orders, right?
Of course. Yeah.
- Mm.
- You're the boss.
You got my loyalty, 100%.
Here you go, darling.
You're too kind.
To the Irish,
the only people who can
start a bar fight over poetry.
Some fights are worth having,
don't you think, Sergeant Kent?
Ex-sergeant.
Call me Randall.
And don't get me wrong,
I like poetry as much as the next guy.
Do you have any favorites?
Sure. Dr. Seuss.
[CACKLES]
Mm. Partial to Yeats myself.
Ah, you got one in ya?
Yeah.
Yeah, one my father taught me.
But where can we draw
water, said Pearse to Connolly,
When all the wells are parched away?
O plain as plain can be,
There's nothing but our own red blood
to make a right rose tree.
Well, I don't understand
what the fuck that means.
[LAUGHING] But it sure sounds good
coming outta your mouth.
Randall, let's get down to business.
We wanna buy some Semtex.
Oh.
Oh, that's not gonna be easy.
Grenades, M16s, no problem.
I'm not saying it's impossible,
but it's gonna cost ya.
How much?
One million dollars.
[LAUGHS]
Just takin' the piss.
I'll need 50,000.
That's fuckin' outrageous.
This is for a good cause.
Randall, are you Irish?
My father was Irish,
but my mother was kind of a mutt.
I'm not sure. Maybe German or French.
To be honest, I never bothered to ask.
She's a bit of a cunt.
I prefer my father, if that
makes any difference.
Well, this is for Irish independence.
[RANDALL] A good cause.
But I've done my time
serving good causes.
Germany, Turkey, Vietnam.
I'm interested in getting paid.
Fine.
We'll get you the 50,000.
[LAUGHS]
You toss in a bottle of Irish whiskey,
and you have yourself a deal.
Here.
Take this as a down payment.
Where the fuck did you find him?
Look at you.
- Where are we going?
- We're gonna go to my place.
I thought we were gonna go see a show.
Some place with air-conditioning?
Are you kidding me, honey?
You are the fucking show.
You and me and this chinky
food, a bit of fuckin' music.
We'll have a fuckin' great time.
[POLICE SIREN]
- Eddie!
- Are you fucking for real?
- Let's go!
- Fuck sakes!
Put the fuckin' bag down.
- Fuck off!
- Come on.
[WOMAN] Eddie!
Put your hands on the fuckin' trunk.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Feds wanna chat you up.
You better not be packing.
[OFFICER] Keep moving, please.
Eamon's gonna hear about
this, you know that, yeah?
- I'm sure he will.
- You fucking cunt.
You keep a fuckin' civil
tongue in your head. Let's go.
How are ya, Mary? Ya all right?
Yeah. Yeah. Get in the fuckin' car.
[BREEN] Deb, honey! Pick
up the fuckin' Chinese food!
Yeah. Ah! Oh, here we go.
You got 15 ghost names
on Local 780 payrolls.
Not one of them ever
lifted a beam at Javits.
That's theft of federal funds.
That looks great.
- What's it gotta do with me?
- Then there's
the no-show contracts at Pier 76.
Same contractors.
We're connecting the dots, Eddie.
Ah, you're connecting the
dots, are you? Well done, you!
Where the fuck's my lawyer?
I should tell you what,
lady, don't bother,
because you can't prove any of this.
You want to know why?
'Cause none of it's true.
Ask Officer Keenan right there.
[POLK] Officer Keenan?
Why would I ask him?
'Cause he knows me.
Go on, Glenn. Tell
her she's talkin' shit.
Well, thing is Eddie,
she's got evidence.
Now, I'm lookin' to help you out
cut a deal with them.
It'll go easier for you.
Are you fuckin' for real?
You double-crossing prick.
[POLK] I got you on
conspiracy to commit fraud.
Maybe throw in a
racketeering predicate or two.
But I don't want you, Eddie.
Oh, no?
Why the fuck am I here then?
Because
I want your boss,
Eamon Sweeney.
My boss Eamon Sweeney
is an upstanding Irish-American citizen
who pays his taxes, gives to the poor,
and creates jobs. What
the fuck do you do?
Eamon Sweeney's a thief
who milks his own community dry
under the guise of the working man.
You wanna go down with him?
Be my guest.
Do you want your old lobby
washed down Con Shine ♪
Do you want your
old lobby washed down ♪
Says I, I'll take half and
says she, with a laugh ♪
Do you want your old lobby
washed down, Con Shine ♪
So now what?
Wait till Eamon Sweeney
reaches out to you,
which I have no doubt he will.
See what he has to say.
[BREEN] Yeah, have your little
fuckin' chats there, are ya?
You fuckin' prick, you.
- Holy shit.
- Hey, Declan,
Connor's waitin' on
that fuckin' laxative!
Holy fuckin' Christ.
I'm sweating like a fuckin' dago.
Bag it up. Yeah, take a look at that.
It's good, it's good. But
it's about consistency.
Keep them all the same fuckin' size.
Let's go. Give me that fuckin' laxative.
All right. That enough?
Jeez, it's too much. I told
ya, I don't need that much.
And you're mixing
that one to one, right?
Of course, I'm mixing it one to one.
- I need clean fucking product.
- Yeah, I'm very
fucking passionate about my work,
so I do it right, okay?
It's good fuckin' work, boys.
We're about to make
some serious fuckin' money.
As long as that powder goes in the bags
- and not up your fuckin' nose.
- I'm fine, Mick, I'm fine.
Holy, Mick, Mick. Lighten up, okay?
Have a fuckin' bump. Do a line.
No! You all heard what
Jimmy said, alright?
The product is for the
customers, it's not for us.
- Hey.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- How's it going?
- Jimmy.
- Hey, Jim.
- It's going good, Jimmy.
It's all moving like clockwork.
We had some fuckin'
discipline problems with Sean.
- But we straightened that out.
- Hey, Sean,
maybe take it easy on that,
- you know?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- What did I fuckin' tell you?
- And, uh
and do me a favor when you're done?
Can you just, you know, make sure
you put everything
back to the way it was,
- you know, spick and span.
- Jimmy, you want a beer?
No, no, I just came to get you.
I got a lead on a potential buyer,
- so let's go.
- All right.
Oh, and bring a couple of samples.
- Sure.
- Keep up the good work, boys.
Yes, Jimmy.
Sean, it's gotta be consistent.
- I'm tryin'.
- Connor, watch him!
Yeah, I'm watchin' him.
Fuck.
Hey, you see Sean
trying to cut that shit?
Looked like he was bagging
flour at a fuckin' bakery.
Yeah, hopefully he learns
before he snorts himself stupid.
Don't move. Don't fuckin' move.
The fuck are you doing?
Get in the fuckin' car.
Get in the fuckin' car.
Get the fuck off me! You
fuckin' dago cocksucker.
Fuck you.
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Where is everyone?
Sent them home.
You know, the less people
who meet Randall, the better.
Mm-hmm. For security?
Yeah.
I don't trust him. I do
not like the way he drinks.
Well, the weapon you
lost came off a freighter
from Liberia, and that
contact's well gone.
Randall's our best bet.
I am sorry to have
put you in that position.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Do you have the money?
Yes.
You have 50,000? Yeah?
- Yes.
- Where'd you get it?
Let's just say I have
very rich sponsors.
Oh, full of surprises, aren't you?
Listen.
I only keep information
from you for your sake.
- Strictly professional.
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Get the door.
[RANDALL] You are gonna
want to be very careful with this.
I carried it here myself by foot.
Couldn't trust a car or subway.
Even without a blasting
cap, this stuff can be volatile.
- Where'd you get it?
- From the armory on Lexington.
I have a friend there.
He know about us?
Of course not.
He lets me in, he turns the other way.
Of course, I did promise
him a nice payday
from all the money you're gonna give me.
Speaking of which.
Oh, yeah, of course.
There you go.
Ah, you don't mind if
I take a peek, do ya?
Not that I don't trust
you fine Irish soldiers
fighting for a good cause.
Sure, count it all.
What's this?
[BRENDAN] Poetry.
Jesus Christ!
Why'd the fuck did you just do that?
[BRENDAN] Like you said, Bridget.
Can't have a drunkard like him
blabbering about us
to the highest bidder.
Hey, hey.
I did this to protect the mission.
And you. Okay?
Come on.
So you got wind Eddie
was gonna get grabbed up,
you didn't think I might wanna know?
Took me by surprise.
But I insisted on being in there
while they interrogated him.
- Oh, good. What'd he say?
- Yeah, well.
Fuckin' turns out the only
reason they brought him in
was to try to get him to flip on you.
Hmm. Did he?
I gotta ask.
What have you done
that Breen knows about?
Eddie knows all about me.
Yeah, I know, but I mean, specifically?
But, what do you mean,
like with the Javits Center?
[GLENN] Yeah.
Ah, he knows about the skimming,
you know, the no-show jobs, all of it.
And your deal with Castellano?
How many times I gotta tell you, Glenn?
Eddie knows everything
there is to know about me.
But you can ask him yourself.
How are ya, Glenn?
Eddie, you're out.
[BREEN] Yeah.
Eamon got me the best lawyer
money can buy, didn't he?
They wanted to keep
me in overnight, but fuck it.
- I'm here now.
- Nice.
Yeah.
Good, huh?
You stood up. Good fuckin' job.
I'm relieved.
What? Come on, look,
I had no choice. I had to bring you in
for those fucks, right?
I cannot tip my hand to them.
[BREEN] See, the problem is now, Glenn,
is I can't trust you.
- Don't say that.
- Neither do I.
[CHUCKLES]
Get the fuck outta here!
Fucking cocksucker!
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
Motherfucker!
[SHOUTING]
Grab, grab, grab him!
You fucking cunt.
Fuck you, motherfucker!
[GRUNTS]
All right, all right, all right!
Can we take him outside now?
Jesus.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING CONTINUES]
[SWEENEY] Alright,
alright, enough, stop!
[GRUNTING]
We can't kill him.
They know where he is.
Looks like maybe he fell
down a flight of stairs, right?
Probably drunk.
[DUKEY] That's right.
He fell down dead drunk
and wet himself, right, boys?
Okay.
- Oh-oh!
- You fucking piece of shit.
Wake up, asshole.
[GASPS]
[GROANS]
[SWEENEY] Hey, Glenn.
In case you're wondering, yeah.
You're off the pad.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[GOTTI] You boys know
what Manhattan's gonna be
in five years?
It's gonna be condos, shiny towers,
cocaine in every club, every party,
every fuckin' bathroom stall.
Whole island's gonna run on powder.
That sounds like paradise.
Someone's gonna own the pipeline.
I want it to be you.
My supply. Your streets.
Fifty-fifty.
What the fuck did you just say?
Fifty-fifty. It's pretty nice, right?
And what would your boss think?
Castellano's a dinosaur.
He's still acting like it's 1952,
and he's peddling olive
oil out of a fuckin' Buick.
At least your guy Sweeney
was willing to experiment.
Sweeney's concentrating
on the Javits Center.
The coke thing was a one-off.
- He's not interested.
- Right.
But you're sittin' on two
keys and a hundred grand.
Which is gonna be gone
as soon as you peddle it.
So, how the fuck are you gonna re-up?
You lost your guy Leon. Right?
You burned the Colombians,
who were my guys.
What, you think I didn't
know about all that?
Don't worry about
it, willing to forgive.
[CHUCKLES]
So what the fuck do you want from us?
Well, listen, I've been
moving weight since
before you two were pulling
on each other's peckers.
So I got connections
with other Latin crews.
You wanna play, you're gonna need me.
Oh, I know you're loyal
to Sweeney, but come on,
let's be honest, where the
fuck is that heading, huh?
Javits gets built, Castellano
tosses him out like garbage.
And you? You're standing
on a job site in Queens,
with a wrench in one hand
and your dick in the other.
You wanna win, Jimmy,
you gotta come with me.
Let me just get this right.
Your fuckin' dogs here
pinch us off our streets,
put their fuckin' hands
on us, and now what?
You're offering us a job?
Well, I'm offering you boys a future.
You don't want a future,
then an early grave.
[CHUCKLING]
That's quite an offer.
But you know what?
And with all due respect, John
you can go fuck yourself.
Your little lovers' tiff with Big Paul,
that's your fuckin' business.
Not mine.
I'm not your salesman.
And I don't snake the
man who brought me up.
Jimmy.
You think that old
cocksucker's got your back?
[CHUCKLING]
All bosses are snakes.
You don't know that?
We done here?
Yeah, I got a roast in the oven.
I don't want it getting burned.
Yeah, yeah, we could be done.
You know
if that's what you want.
But that's not gonna solve my problem.
So, listen, I'm gonna
let youse think about it.
Alright? You're gonna
come back. You'll see.
Now get the fuck out.
[TENSE MUSIC]
What the fuck was that?
No fuckin' idea.
But he needs us bad,
or we'd be fuckin' dead.
Where the fuck are we?
This is guinea country, Jimmy.
How the fuck would I know?
Hey, we ain't never selling
for that dago bastard, right?
Of course we're fuckin' not. You crazy?
Sometimes, Jimmy.
[LAUGH] You got money for a bus?
They'll be back.