The Westies (2026) s01e08 Episode Script

1
[GLENN] Your friend Sean
Flynn is in a lot of trouble.
You want me to sell this for you?
[GLENN] He's gonna go
away for a good long time.
What about the Feds?
They offered him a deal?
[JIMMY] They even brought
in that cop friend of yours.
[SWEENEY] Keenan's not a friend.
He's a fuckin' traitorous bastard.
You fucked with me when you
made threats towards my son.
If you wanna keep him alive,
keep him outta Hell's Kitchen.
You two been dealin' a lot of coke.
Where you been getting your supply?
You left me with no choice. John Gotti.
One minute, he's all
fuckin' anti-Italian,
now he's sucking Wop
dick for a bit of cash.
[JIMMY] You know what? Fuck you both.
We're the ones out
there on the street takin'
the fuckin' hits to line
your fuckin' pockets!
[GLENN] Some unsolicited advice?
Go pay John Gotti a visit.
And while you're there, plant a bug.
[BRIDGET] You say you
know the name of the hotel
Markham is staying at.
[BRENDAN] He was seen
with security in the bar.
Is he drinking? Is he maybe
even chatting up women?
Are you proposing a honey trap?
Word on the street is
that Cahill got out of jail
three months after a ten-year sentence.
He bribed the guards.
Some suspect he's an informer.
[BRENDAN] The whole reason
that I planned this mission,
to get revenge for your family,
doesn't that win me any points?
It's good to see you, Sarah.
It's Bridget now.
- [GLENN] How's your boy doing?
- Yeah, he's fuckin' grand.
- Why do you ask?
- Here, Sean,
Mr. Sweeney wants to see ya.
[GLENN] I was just worried is all.
[JIMMY] Worried about what?
[GOTTI] Paul has a
lot of associates inside,
and he could easily find out
about us that way, and then
we'd be real fucked.
[SWEENEY] I'll handle it.
[JIMMY] Sean's dead, isn't he?
You don't give a fuck about us, do you?
You'd kill us all for a fucking penny.
All these years I thought,
when I get ready
to get out of the fuckin' game,
you'll be ready to take over.
But I was wrong about you, Jimmy.
You gonna shoot me?
You don't have what it takes.
[MICKEY] It was him, wasn't it?
Sweeney gave the order to kill Sean?
Yeah.
Then that's it.
Eamon Sweeney fuckin' dies. Today!
Fuck him. Let's do it.
No.
- That's not the answer.
- Jimmy,
what the fuck are you talkin' about?
Killing him right now
is suicide, Mickey.
So what? What, we just gotta take it?
- Act like nothin' happened?
- No-no-no-no.
No, that is not what I'm saying.
What I'm saying is, we
have to be fuckin' smart.
Oh, no, no. Come on. Come on, Jimmy.
We've done the thinking!
We thought about it with
Davey and then Pat dies,
and then we do more fuckin' thinkin',
and now Sean's dead. And that's enough!
We go down there, and
we end this motherfucker.
Right fuckin' now!
Hey! Mickey! Don't use my bar
as your personal punchin' bag!
Oh, I'm sorry, Ray!
I didn't mean to mess up
your precious fuckin' pub!
Yeah, well, I've almost paid
the mortgage off on this joint!
So, if you break it, you buy it!
Somebody shut this motherfucker up!
- I swear to God, I'm gonna
- [JIMMY] Hey, Mickey, Mickey,
- Mickey!
- I can't do it, Jimmy.
I can't! I can't wait anymore!
- I can't!
- I need you to.
- Why? What for?
- Because I need
to figure out some fuckin' way
to get to Castellano, all right?
And, until I do, we just have to hold.
Hold tight.
But we'll get our fuckin' chance
to take out Sweeney,
I fuckin' promise you.
I gotta hold?
Just hold for now.
[BREEN] Ah, fuckin' piece of shit!
Wish the fuck I was
there. I would've put two
in the back of his fuckin'
head the minute he raised
his gun at you.
The fuck is he trying to prove, anyway?
After all you've done for
that fuckin' piece of shit.
I say we hit them hard and
we hit them fast right now.
Right now.
Or we can do this whatever
way you wanna do it.
Eamon?
I dangled that boy
off of Pier 84 one time.
He filched a wallet
which happened to be mine.
What're you talkin' about?
He was just a kid.
Skinny as an alley cat.
Tough as shoe leather.
I held him, held him by his belt
over the freezing cold fuckin' water.
And he's laughin'. He's laughin'.
He says He says, "Mr.
Sweeney, I can't swim."
You shoulda dropped the
fucker right there and then.
I taught him about the business.
I taught him about life.
I taught him
the shit that nobody ever taught me.
Eamon.
And you see the way that
motherfucker paid you back.
You see?
He was emotional over Sean's death.
That's a loyal friend.
I can't blame him.
You did what you had to do,
and he fuckin' knew that.
Yeah, so what do I
fuckin' do now, Eddie?
All right. You ask me
he's never gonna forgive
you for what happened.
Never.
Now it's only a matter of
time before he makes a move
with that pack of fuckin' idiots.
This is self-defense.
[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 ♪
You won't be needed.
You can take the rest of the night off.
Yes, sir.
Can I get you a drink?
Most certainly.
The whiskey options
are limited, I'm afraid.
You must be a very important man
to have a security guard like that.
- What do you do?
- I work for Her Majesty.
- Diplomatic functions, really.
- Mm.
He won't bother us,
if that's on your mind.
No, I have other things on my mind.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, dear, vodka, gin?
I'm not sure you'd like this whiskey.
I think you should choose.
Very well. Vodka it is.
Do you mind if I freshen up?
Please, go right ahead.
I'll just get more comfortable myself.
Please do.
[MARKHAM CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[DOOR CLOSING]
[BREATHING UNSTEADILY]
[TOILET FLUSHING]
[DEEP BREATHING]
Didn't think I'd recognize you, did you?
Take the wig off, let me
get a good look at you.
Go on.
Do it.
Okay.
Heh. Sarah McKenna.
I'm amazed the lengths
you Catholic bastards will go to.
[CHUCKLES]
I had agents everywhere looking for you.
You managed to keep a low profile,
no good photos.
Then we got wind you
escaped to New York.
- How?
- [CHUCKLES]
Father Michael O'Donnell,
your godless priest.
He's gotten sloppy in his old age.
I've had him watched for months.
Now, what am I gonna do with you?
If you knew who I was,
why would you send your security away?
Because you wanted to honey trap me.
So, well,
now I mean to take my honey.
Take off your clothes.
Take
that dress
off.
Fuck you.
[GRUNTING]
Don't! Get the fuck off!
Fuck off!
I'm gonna have some fun with you,
before I send you to jail
for the rest of your life.
I would rather die than
have you fucking touch me!
Oh, shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!
[BREATHING RAPIDLY]
Brendan Cahill
is gonna be coming through that door
any fuckin' minute.
Cahill?
The one who gave up your parents?
Oh, you didn't know?
[CHUCKLES]
Cahill made a deal.
He gave up your parents
in return for his freedom.
Now, stop struggling
and I'll make a deal with you.
[UNZIPPING]
Jimmy! I did what you asked.
I saw a car, red Oldsmobile.
I'm pretty sure it was
full of Sweeney's guys.
- How many men?
- Four, maybe five.
All right. All right. Good work, Ryan.
You and Kevin get as far
away from this fuckin' place
- as you can, out the back now.
- Good work, boys.
Alright.
Now, anyone in here who
doesn't wanna get shot
- Give 'em hell
- I suggest you get
the fuck out now.
All right, everybody. Let's move.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- All right, guys,
- party's over. Let's go.
- No-no-no.
Out the back! Go! Move it.
You wanna get fuckin'
shot? Go out the back!
- Out the back! Go!
- Come on, let's go!
- Go! Move it, move it!
- Come on, come on!
Come on, everybody, let's move.
- Let's move. Out the back!
- You too, Ray.
[MICKEY] Let's go.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Fucking cunts.
[RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCHING]
[MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK
BY THE ANGELS PLAYING]
He went away, and you hung around ♪
When I wouldn't go out with you ♪
You said things
that weren't very nice ♪
[GUNSHOTS]
My boyfriend's back and
you're gonna be in trouble ♪
Hey-la-day-la, my boyfriend's back ♪
When you see him comin',
better cut out on the double ♪
Hey-la-day-la, my boyfriend's back ♪
Ah! Fuck!
[GROANS]
Fuck!
So look out now 'cause
he's coming after you ♪
Hey-la-day-la, my boyfriend's back ♪
[LOUD GUNSHOTS]
He's been gone for such a long time ♪
Fuck ya bastards!
[SHOUTING IN PAIN]
Fuck!
[SCREAMING]
[GUNSHOTS]
Ah, fuck.
Hey-la-day-la, my boyfriend's back ♪
[GRUNTING]
[PAINED GROAN]
[GUNSHOTS]
Get the fuck outta here!
[GUNSHOTS]
Fucking cunts.
Mick! Jimmy!
Ya all right, buddy?
- Ya all right?
- Yeah,
I got fuckin' clipped.
I got fuckin' clipped.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
- Fuck! Oh, shit.
- All right, buddy.
All right. All right. Let's
get you back to mine.
Yeah, yeah, let's go.
- Come on.
- Up, big guy.
Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh, where's Declan?
- We gotta go, buddy.
- Ah, fuck!
[JAZZY MUSIC]
[CHUCKLES]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[BREATHING UNSTEADILY]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Colonel?
Colonel?
Sir, are you here?
Colonel?
Holy fuck!
Ah, fuck!
[GROANS]
- I got you.
- Let's go, buddy.
You're all right, you're all right.
Easy!
- All right.
- [GROANING]
All right, brother.
We're there, we're there!
[GROANING]
Good job. Good fuckin' job!
- [SCREAMING]
- Gimme the gun. Gimme the gun.
- Just breathe! Breathe!
- [GROANING]
I need a fuckin' doctor,
Jimmy! It's a lotta fuckin' blood!
[JIMMY] There's no fuckin'
time. Can't you do something?
I'll do my best. You got bandages, rags?
I need something to stop this bleeding.
- Use this
- Jimmy, that's fuckin' filthy!
- It's gotta be clean!
- Oh, I'm so sorry
- it's not the fuckin' Waldorf!
- Get me some fuckin' whiskey.
- All right, all right.
- All right, buddy.
Keep breathing, all right? Hey!
- Look at me, look at me.
- Here you go.
- Here you go.
- All right. Press down on that!
- All right.
- Press down hard!
- Press down hard!
- [SCREAMING]
- Hey, you all right?
- Keep the pressure, Jimmy!
- You're all right.
- Keep the pressure!
Oh, fuck, Jimmy. Oh, fuck.
Hey, you're good. You're
good. You're doing great.
All right. Move your hands. Connor?
I ain't gonna lie to you buddy.
This is gonna fuckin' hurt.
Oh, fuck!
I know, I know.
[SCREAMING]
Ah, what'd you do that for?!
- What the fuck?!
- To save your fuckin' life!
Now, keep still, keep breathin',
and I can't believe I'm
fuckin' sayin' this to you,
but keep talkin', all right?
- There you go.
- All right, get me
- a fuckin' drink, Mickey.
- All right, buddy.
- Hey, get me a fuckin' drink.
- You know I can't
- do that, pal.
- [SCREAMING]
Aw, fuck, it ain't a
through-and-through, Jimmy.
Bullet's still in there,
so I need a doctor
and I need him now, 'cause I need to get
- that fuckin' bullet out.
- All right, all right.
Jesus.
- Close the door, close the door.
- What Jimmy.
Wait, what happened?
Bridget. Bridget, in the bedroom.
All right? Now.
Okay please,
- tell me what happened.
- Um, look,
look, okay, Connor's been shot.
All right? And
we're at war with Sweeney.
He fuckin' killed Declan, and
I need you stay in the
apartment till I fuckin' figure this
Wait, wait, wait.
Hey, what the fuck is this?
Wait, did someone do this to you?
Bridget, did someone
fuckin' do this to you?
He's dead.
- Who?
- Colonel Markham is dead.
Wait, what?
I killed him.
I had a knife, and I
slit his fuckin' throat.
Jesus fuckin' Christ, Bridget.
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
He told me something about Cahill,
and I I don't know
[MICKEY] Hey, Jimmy!
Where's that fuckin' doctor?
Wait, just gimme a
fuckin' second, Mickey!
- It's okay, no, It's
- No-no-no, no-no-no, no-no.
- Go take care of Connor.
- No, no, look at me, look at me.
Are you okay?
Jimmy, it's done. I'm good. Let's go.
- All right.
- [MICKEY] Hey, Jimmy,
- where's that fuckin' doctor?
- Yeah, all right!
- All right, I'm fuckin' comin'!
- The doctor, Jimmy, now!
[CONNOR] Ahh fuck!
How many guards outside?
Six. Good ones.
Don't worry. Nobody's
gonna come near you.
They wouldn't fuckin' dare.
[SIGHS]
Cliffie, what time's that bus due in?
- Half hour.
- Well, head over there now.
Buses are ahead of schedule sometimes.
Goddamn it, Eddie.
I never shoulda fuckin'
let you talk me into this.
Now Ken Duffy is dead
and that kid Declan
That's why we gotta hit
them hard right fuckin' now.
Did you not hear
what I just fuckin' said?
Yes, I did, Eamon. Loud and clear.
But what are your options here?
You wanna go and make
peace with them out there?
Them fuckers? Fat chance with that lot.
And you know that.
Eamon
just trust me on this, all right?
Let me finish the job.
Excuse me.
Good morning.
Jesus fuckin' Christmas.
[CHATTING IN BACKGROUND]
Looks like a gunfight
at the O.K. Corral.
But you said one of the deceased
had a no-show job at Pier 76,
which means he works for Sweeney.
[GLENN] Yeah, that's Declan Munro.
The older guy who got
croaked was Ken Duffy,
he's a long-time associate of Sweeney's.
[RAY] Where were you then, Keenan?
Every other hour, you're
parked here with a pint.
The shooting breaks out and you vanish.
Hey, Ray.
You can kiss my ass in Macy's window.
And when you fuckin' talk to me,
you keep a mindful
tongue in your head. Yeah?
Ya fuck!
[POLK] Hometown bar.
Yeah, something like that.
So, a drunken brawl turned violent?
Well, with these guys,
anything's possible.
But I'm thinkin' somethin' else.
Feel like sharing?
Well, Sweeney's got some younger guys
who maybe don't like the
way he operates so much.
Well, what? Rebellion?
Look, we're tribal.
We like to get drunk and
beat the shit out of each other.
It's the Irish national sport.
But this?
This has the looks of something
bigger than just a bar fight.
The good news is, if Sweeney's men are
tearing each other apart
somebody's bound to start talkin',
and that's when the doors open.
I need Eamon Sweeney talkin'.
Get those fuckin' doors open.
- Good?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[GROANS] Fuck.
That wound needs to be irrigated.
- Okay.
- And
bandages changed regularly.
Thank you.
He should be in a hospital.
You know we can't do that, Doc.
They'll ask too many questions.
And the food'll kill me.
You're a good man.
That's for your work.
And that's for you.
We appreciate your discretion.
Jimmy, you sure about
this? 'Cause I'll go down there,
smoke that motherfucker
myself, right fuckin' now.
Yeah, I'll go too, Jimmy.
Don't be fuckin' stupid, Connor.
No, we're fuckin'
lucky we're still alive.
I knew he was never gonna
let what I did go unanswered.
No, this is the move. Trust me.
[ROTARY PHONE DIALING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[SWEENEY] Yeah?
Hey, it's Jimmy.
Hello, Jimmy.
[JIMMY] Hello, Eamon.
Seems like things
have got a bit outta hand,
- don't you think?
- [SCOFFS]
Yeah. I do.
Declan is dead.
So's your man Duffy.
You know, it don't have to be this way.
You pointed a fuckin' gun at me, Jimmy.
What'd you think would happen?
Yeah.
Yeah, I probably
shouldn't have done that.
All of my life, you've been
nothin' but good to me.
And I appreciate that,
Eamon. I really do.
I'm sorry. I just
I was just angry about Sean.
But I realize now
you just did what
you thought was right.
I loved Sean too.
I did what I had to
do to protect all of us.
[JIMMY] Yeah, I know.
Look, you and I both
know I don't stand a chance.
You got more men, you got more guns.
And I don't want
anyone else getting hurt.
All right. What do
What do you propose?
We talk.
Just you and me, man to man.
Find a way to fix this.
Sure.
Where are you right now?
I'm at the body shop.
[SWEENEY] Yeah, all right, I'll, uh
yeah, I'll swing by right now.
Eddie'll give me a lift.
Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.
See you soon.
See you soon.
[SIGHS]
So?
[SOFT CHUCKLE] It worked.
He's sending Breen to kill me.
He's at the body shop.
Go. Finish what you started.
Eddie, just
make it quick.
Painless.
Okay.
[TENSE MUSIC]
My Yankees fucked me over real good.
We're up three fuckin' runs
in the bottom of the ninth.
Bam, Boston grand slam.
Do you believe that shit?
Take a little more off the top there.
Yes, Mr. Gotti.
Next week Kansas City, it's
gonna be the same fuckin' thing,
and I'm gonna be the
asshole that bets them again.
- I tell ya
- John, come here!
- What?
- Found somethin'.
What?
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]
I was leanin' my head back,
blowin' fuckin' smoke rings,
and I see this fuckin' hole.
So I climb the ladder
and I find this.
[GOTTI] Jesus fuckin' Christ.
What the fuck is that?
[PALMIERI] It's a fucking bug.
Where the fuck does that lead?
[APREDA] Tenement unit
upstairs, but it's fuckin' vacant.
[GOTTI] Give me that fuckin' thing.
Must've installed that
shit when that Black bitch
was in here giving us the business.
Yeah, looks like it.
Doesn't look like it,
you fuckin' stunad.
- That's what happened!
- Yeah, boss. Exactly.
Tear this fuckin' place down
to the studs if you have to!
I want every one of
these fuckin' things found!
You got it, John.
[GRUMBLES]
[POLK] Those tech
guys are real fuck-ups!
Now, I was promised
that Gotti's people wouldn't find 'em.
- Guess what, Glenn?
- What?
Gotti found our bugs!
Huh. Shit happens.
You don't seem too upset.
Yeah, well, I just
got a call from Moira,
my late wife's sister.
Turns out, Danny's escaped
or run away from that
fuckin' rehab center in Utah.
Oh. Sorry to hear that.
Look, I want to talk to
you about what you said
about a rebellion.
They don't even know
where he is, where
wherever the fuck he went.
Look. Glenn, I feel you,
but I woke up this morning
to two dead Irishmen in Hell's Kitchen,
which I believe is directly related
to the Gambinos' hold on the Javits.
If anything's gonna get
tongues wagging, it's that.
Yeah. Jimmy Roarke.
- What about him?
- Well, outside of Sweeney,
he's the smartest one.
He wants to see me this afternoon.
Danny'll be fine. Hmm?
He'll turn up.
[BRAKES SQUEAKING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Hey, kid!
Danny, over here.
- How you doin'? You all right?
- Yeah.
- Hey, how was the trip?
- It was long.
Yeah, not too bad?
[DOOR SHUTTING]
Hey. Give us a minute?
Go say hello.
Hello, Mr. Sweeney.
Hey, Danny boy.
Welcome back.
We missed you.
- You did?
- Yeah. Of course.
I mean, when I heard
about what happened,
you get fuckin' sent away like that,
I knew I had to get you outta there.
You doin' okay now? That was
pretty fuckin' rough, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, but you're a strong kid.
That's what I like about you.
You know, I never
had any kids of my own.
But if I did,
I'd want 'em to be like you.
Which is why
I'm gonna make you an
official member of my crew.
Would you like that?
Hell, yeah!
- All right.
- All right.
Have a seat.
I got you a little somethin'.
- What is it?
- Hey, open it. Find out.
You know how to use that?
Yeah.
Good. Cliffie will give
you a couple of pointers.
And some bullets.
So
I got one job for you, Danny.
Protect me.
From rats.
- You know what a rat is, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
It's somebody like your father
the guy who fuckin' framed you up,
got you sent away.
Wore a fuckin' wire, tried
to set me up with the Feds.
You know what we do with rats, right?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GASPS]
You lookin' for me, Breen?
Fuck you.
Yeah, you fuckin' bastard.
- You fuckin' cunts.
- Shut the fuck up!
You're fuckin' gonna
get it now, you cunts.
Hey, Eddie.
Do you remember
when you taught us to cut up a body?
I have a feeling that is
gonna come in very handy.
Ooh. That's hot, Eddie.
- [GIGGLES]
- Sweeney's gonna kill youse,
you motherfuckers.
Hmm, maybe.
But you're not gonna be
around to see that, are you?
[MICKEY] Hey, Jimmy.
Do you think I should cook
his eyes or his cock first?
Oh, wait, where are my fuckin' manners?
We got the expert right here.
What do you think, Mr. Breen?
Why don't you cut the fuckin' duct tape
and I'll tell you, ya cunt?
- Cock it is.
- Hey, Mickey, Mickey.
- What?
- You taken your meds today?
Yeah. Of course.
All right. Don't go too crazy.
Just just soften him
up, but keep him alive.
Copy, Jimmy.
[EXHALES]
I'll be back soon.
Have fun, you two.
[DOOR OPENING]
- We'll come back to this.
- [DOOR CLOSING]
Hey, Eddie.
I've been waiting a
long fuckin' time for this.
So, if it's all right with you, I'm
I'm just gonna get to work.
Yeah, knock yourself out.
[PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO]
Turn it up, you fucking clown, go on!
Turn the fucking thing up!
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[BRENDAN] Bridget, are you there?
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Bridget?
Oh, thank God.
I was so worried about
you. What happened?
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
[EXHALES]
It's done.
I know. You're fuckin' wonderful.
- It's time to celebrate.
- No.
No.
Bridget
How did you get out of Maze Prison?
Hmm?
Did you give up names?
Did you give up my family?
Markham said that?
Come on, Bridget.
Brits have been using
that strategy for years.
Spreading rumors about informers,
because they know
we'll cannibalize our own.
It's their favorite
strategy because it works.
Jesus Christ.
- Just admit it.
- Admit it? I'll not
admit nothin'.
You know me! I fuckin' love you!
I love you. I would never
- give up your parents!
- I think you're a fucking liar!
I think you are a fuckin' liar!
That's what you are!
No, I think you're a fuckin' rat.
I think you used me.
You ever come near me again, Brendan,
I am going to fucking kill you.
[CHUCKLES]
I still love you, Bridget.
What is this?
This is everything I owe you.
I'm somewhat pleased.
I'm also disappointed. It's too soon.
I was counting on buying
a brand new Mercedes
with the extra vig you'd owe me.
Well, maybe you can still get that car.
Because I have a proposition for you.
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
36-24-36. Perfect body.
Perfect Playboy centerfold body.
Not that it matters, I'm happily married
to my wonderful wife
Miriam for a long time.
Still, you look it up in the Kabbalah,
Jewish book of mysticism,
Jewish book of numbers,
36-24-36, you know what you'd find?
- What?
- Nothing!
Absolutely nothing!
Which goes to show you,
God's greatest creations
cannot be found in books.
[CHUCKLES]
Your proposition.
What the fuck is it?
Things are gonna be
changing on the West Side.
Mr. Sweeney is going
into early retirement.
And the new boss of the Javits Center
is gonna need the
approval of your dear friend
Paul Castellano.
And?
And you launder
millions of dollars for him.
- Who told you that?
- Mr. Sweeney.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm gonna make a wild guess here.
The person replacing
Mr. Sweeney is in this room?
Mmm-hmm.
Another wild guess, it's not me.
Let me tell you the
next part of my plan.
I'm gonna be selling a lot of cocaine.
A lot.
And not only will I need you
to launder the money for me,
but I'm also willing
to split the profits
with you.
Now, we're talkin' millions.
You could buy a whole
fleet of cars, Mr. Stein.
So, look that up in the Kabbalah.
[GROANING]
[BABY BOOMERANG BY
REX PLAYING ON STEREO]
You know, Sean was a good kid, Ed.
He was loyal till the end.
[SCREAMING]
Shame I can't say the
same for you and Sweeney
and the rest of those
traitorous cunts, huh?
Go fuck yourself.
Baby Boomerang ♪
Well you never spike a person ♪
But you always bang the whole gang ♪
Oh yeah ♪
Mince pie dog-eyed Eagle on the wind ♪
How you feelin', Ed?
You in pain?
Well, I got somethin' for ya.
I got something that'll
take that right away.
See these right here?
They changed my fuckin' life.
And I got a feeling they're
gonna change yours too.
[CHOKING]
Down the hatch!
[CHOKING]
It seems to me to dream
is something too wild ♪
In Max's Kansas City
you a belladonna child ♪
[SPITTING]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Look, I just want to make something
really fuckin' crystal clear for you.
I ain't never gonna turn rat.
Not on Sweeney, not on anyone.
We both got our reasons
for taking him down.
Yeah, I got it.
Did what you asked.
Let's hope you can pull this shit off.
I can.
So lemme see it.
It's three kilos.
Got it from the evidence locker.
So you gotta change the wrappings.
Got it.
Well
let's hope this works out
to be mutually beneficial.
[TENSE MUSIC]
I'll see your hundred,
raise you a hundred.
I'll meet the hundred.
I'll bump you another hundred.
John, you in?
- Got any word from the Irish?
- Whattaya mean?
Where the fuck is Jimmy Roarke?
He said he moved the product,
so why the fuck isn't he re-uppin'?
Hey. Gonna take a look inside.
Oh, yeah? Who are you?
I'm one of the Rockettes.
The fuck do you think?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[EXHALES]
Hey, Dad.
Danny.
How'd you get past the cop outside?
The basement.
Well, you did a pretty
good job of tailing me all day.
Kept mostly out of sight.
Noticed that, huh?
Yeah.
You shouldn't be here, Danny.
I sent you away for a good reason.
You framed me. Made up a bunch of lies.
Well, look, I can understand
why you might think that.
But I did it to protect you
from Eamon Sweeney.
Bullshit!
Mr. Sweeney's the only one who got me
- outta that hell you put me in!
- No.
- You got it all backwards.
- Shut up, rat!
Do you know what we do with rats?
Give me that gun. There's a cop outside.
[SCOFFS]
Just give me the gun.
You know, when Ma died,
I used to think it was my fault.
You know what I realized?
It was you.
You drove her to use drugs.
And now you're trying to ruin my life.
No.
None of that's true.
I love you, son.
Can't you see that?
Come here to me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just need you to forgive me.
[SCOFFS]
[DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
Umm
[SIGHS]
- Hey!
- Hey! There he is!
There's my man. Ruby, how are ya?
Yeah, always good when I see you, Paul.
- [LAUGHS]
- And
- What's this?
- Well,
when my wonderful wife Miriam
heard that you liked
her chopped liver
- Oh.
- [CHUCKLES]
Huh?
Oh, Ruby, this is good.
Little shmaltz piece of toast
- Gloria.
- Yes, sir.
Here. Take it away,
- we'll devour it later.
- Yeah.
Come, sit, sit.
And you thank Miriam for me, will ya?
- Yes, of course I will.
- Yeah.
[SIGHS]
Thanks for meeting me under
somewhat urgent circumstances.
Hey, anything for you.
I appreciate that.
I'm hearing whisperings
that your association
with Eamon Sweeney might be changing.
- It's news to me.
- Yeah, no, I figured that.
Which is why I wanted to have a
person-to-person discussion.
What have you heard?
A young Irish upstart
might be taking his place.
I met with him.
He asked me to allay any concerns,
any fears you might
have about the Javits deal
you currently have in place.
He intends to honor all of it.
Does this upstart have a name?
Jimmy Roarke. He's a smart kid.
He got a good head on his shoulders.
I have a strong relationship
with Eamon Sweeney.
- [SIGHING]
- Eh
I'm not sure I like the sound of this.
Well, the situation
in its current condition
is hypothetical.
Ah.
What's your stake in all this?
I would never lie to you, Paul.
You know that.
You have a cocaine problem.
Your men are gonna keep selling it,
no matter what you do.
If they do, they're dead. That simple.
Understood. But, come on.
They're gonna do what they're gonna do.
Let's be practical.
Jimmy Roarke offered to
share the profits with me.
And I in turn, of course,
am willing to share the wealth with you.
And, Paul, I will launder
every single penny
so that the drug money
never gets traced to you, specifically.
And I would never
never do this without your blessing.
In exchange for what?
That you don't kill Jimmy Roarke.
Or me.
[EXHALES]
How's our man doin'?
He's fuckin' flyin', Jimmy. I
gave him some of my best shit.
Like what?
Ah, just somethin' to take
the edge off, like you said.
Jesus, I said soften him up,
not give him a fuckin' lobotomy!
Eddie! Hey, Eddie! Can you hear me?!
Yeah
Mickey, he's fucked.
No, he just doesn't
know where the fuck he is.
He's good.
All right. All right.
Look at me.
Now, we're gonna make a call.
And you're gonna say
exactly what I tell you to.
Can you do that?
Hmm.
All right.
Eddie.
What are you gonna do?
I'll say what you say.
Yeah, close enough.
Make the call.
[PHONE RINGING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[SIGHS]
Yeah.
Eamon.
Hey. What do you got?
Jimmy Roarke's dead.
Okay.
Meet me at the warehouse.
Tell you all about it when I see ya.
[DISCONNECT BEEPING]
What the fuck was that?
That was Eddie.
Wants me to meet him at the warehouse.
He says Jimmy's dead.
Well.
Good riddance.
Congratulations.
I don't know.
He sounded kinda funny. I think, uh
I think maybe something's off.
Stay here.
I'll check it out.
[SWEENEY] Whoa, whoa,
whoa. Cliffie, hang on.
Maybe Jimmy's dead, maybe not.
If he's not
that means Eddie's
in fuckin' trouble.
Needs help.
Eamon.
I don't think you should go.
No, look, if this is Jimmy
looking for some
kind of fuckin' payback,
so be it.
I only did what I had to do.
Like now.
Hey! Lock and load! Let's fuckin' go!
Yes, sir. Let's go.
- Let's go.
- I got it.
You be fuckin' ready when I go.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
What the fuck?
- Where's Eddie?
- I dunno.
I'm gonna go check it out.
[GUNSHOTS]
Fuck!
[SHOUTING]
[GRUNTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GRUNTING]
[SHOTGUN COCKING]
Hello, Eamon.
[GROANING]
Look, I appreciate your
flair for the dramatic.
But you don't have to do this.
We can fix it.
It all just got outta control.
And whose fault is that?
Mine. Yeah.
I made mistakes.
But I always did what I
believed was best for all of us.
[LAUGHS]
You know what?
I somehow don't think that Sean, Davey,
or Pat would agree with you.
'Cause I certainly don't.
Even now, I'm looking
out for you, Jimmy.
- Really?
- When I tell you not to do this.
If you kill me, Big Paul would not rest
until you and Mickey
and everybody you love
is fuckin' dead.
And you know I'm right.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Which is why I made a deal with him.
No fuckin' way.
Nice try, Jimmy, but
there's no fuckin' way
you'd get within a
hundred yards of Big Paul.
Oh, no, no, no.
No, I didn't meet him personally.
But Ruby Stein did.
You know, I should probably
thank you for that introduction.
Proved very useful.
He worked it all out for me.
You see, I'm giving Castellano
the exact same deal you gave him.
Turns out he doesn't give a flying fuck
which Irishman's in charge
as long as he makes his fuckin' money.
- Bullshit.
- You see, this is the thing
you never fuckin' understood, Eamon.
The Italians don't give a fuck about us.
And yet you
you spilled Irish blood
to suck up to them,
you spineless fuck!
[BREATHING UNSTEADILY]
[EXHALES]
So, now you're gonna
spill my Irish blood?
Yeah? What does that make you?
A hypocrite.
Please.
Jimmy.
I loved you like you were my own son.
I still do.
And I looked up to you, Eamon.
I really did.
[CLICKING]
But I'm not like you.
I never will be.
I just wanted you to
know what it felt like,
to have a gun pointed
at your head by someone
you were supposed to trust.
Besides
I have a better idea than killing you.
[GROANING]
Oh, fuck.
[GROANING]
[ENGINE STARTING]
[POLICE SIRENS]
[EXHALES]
[GLENN] Look at this.
Three kilos in your car.
Come on! It's a fuckin' frame-up!
Yeah, tell it to your lawyer.
Maybe you and Eddie
can sing for your supper.
Fuck you, Glenn.
[SIREN WAILING]
[DOOR OPENING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENING]
[DOOR CLOSING]
Gotta tell ya, Jimmy, I
feel a whole lot better
seeing you sittin' in that chair.
It's where you fuckin' belong.
[EXHALES]
Hey. Let me get that for ya, boss.
Don't call me that.
[EXHALES]
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah, hello?
[MUFFLED SHOUTING OVER PHONE]
It's John fuckin' Gotti.
Wants to know why
he hasn't heard from us.
Tell him we got other plans.
Hey, John? Go fuck yourself.
[LAUGHS]
I'm gonna kill those fuckin' Micks!
[MICKEY] So, what now, Jimmy?
Now
we do things our way.
Slàinte.
- [CLINK]
- Slàinte.
[LAUGHS]