01x02 - The Houdini

[bunniefuu]

[Sweeny] Davey O'Brien.

What possessed you
to take this man hostage?

Hey, uh, Davey,
Mr. Sweeney told us

we don't touch
the Italians no more.

[Gotti] Zaccaro told me
about what you done.

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

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

but we can't afford to piss off

the Italians right now.

We gotta keep our eyes
on the big picture.

And there it is. Javits Center.

Biggest project in
the history of New York City.

We play our cards right,

we're talkin' tens of millions.

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

What the f*ck is that?

[Keenan] It's a task force
made up of Feds.

They're lookin'
to take down Castellano.

This is the Gambino
family structure.

Paul Castellano at the top,

and John Gotti climbing fast.

All this government money
from the Javits,

it brings a lot
of government eyes.

So you need
to keep those animals

you got underneath you in check.

It's good to see you, Sarah.

I'm Bridget now.

Brendan Cahill
paid me a visit today.

Brendan Cahill?

What'd he want?

[Bridget] Nothing much.

[woman] My sister Annie
works at Bellevue.

She says your pal Mickey's

responding well to treatment.

Mickey f*cking Flanagan.

I heard you got out.
Still hearing the voices?

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

[table shaking]

I'm almost normal now.

Your f*cking pal Flanagan
took Vincent Zaccaro hostage.

Davey O'Brien! Where is he?

It was Sweeney!

I'm gonna need you to put
a b*llet in Flanagan's head.

I'm sorry, Eamon.

[g*nsh*t]

[Sweeny] You f*cked us all,
you know that?

You just k*lled a made man
in the Gambino Family.

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

Jimmy, I told you what to do
and you f*cking disobeyed.

He's my friend, Eamon.

And he's one of us.

I can make this go away.

How?

We disappear the body.

They'll never know

or be able to prove
what happened to him.

Disappear the body?

[Jimmy] Mm-hm. The old Houdini.

And I'll need some help.

From Breen.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't I k*ll the two
of you'se right f*ck' now?

[g*ns c*ck]

Is this what you want,
Mr. Sweeney?

What, a shootout
'tween your own?

You would be playing right
into the Gambinos' hands.

Put 'em down.

Mickey, I hope you understand
how f*ck' lucky you are.

Not just to be alive.

To have a friend
like Jimmy Roarke.

[exhales heavily]

All right...

smart guy.

Disappear the body.

[tense rock music]

All right, come on.

[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 k*ller ♪

♪ Stone-cold k*ller ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[traffic passing]

[grunts]

[Breen] First thing
we gotta do is we're gonna

dig the slug outta
that thick skull of his.

'Cause the slug's
gonna match the g*n,

and the g*n's gonna match you,
you f*ck' idiots.

Now, we can either use
a set of pliers,

a boning knife,

even a cleaver
if it's deep enough.

Just want ya to grab his hair,

you know,
pull it back like that. Yeah?

All right. Got it.

Ah, that's not so bad.

A set of pliers'll
do that nicely.

Now, hold it back.

[murmurs]

Come on ya, you c*cksucker.

[murmurs]

Gotcha.

Now, you see this.

-You watchin'?
-Mm-hm.

You don't toss this.

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

I'm assuming
the g*n that you used,

you filled down
the serial numbers, yeah?

Of course we f*ck' did.

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

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

in the Hudson,
you understand me?

Yeah, fine, so what now?

Well, now...

you m*therf*ckers.

We start choppin'. Let's go.

So, arms and legs are
the first to go.

You start at the joints,
cut between the bones,

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

God, I think I'm gonna puke.

You're a f*ck' fairy,
you know that, Mickey?

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

Yeah.

When'd he start
getting soft, huh?

Bandsaw's for the big parts

torso, spine, that kind of sh*t.

Organs, fingers, scrap meat,

we grind and we burn.

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

Is that clear?

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

Are you f*ck' kidding me?

You were in f*ck' 'Nam,

you never seen
a f*ck' dead body before?

-He's seen plenty.
-Oh yeah?

I just got
a bad f*ck' stomach.

Well, you know what?

You can clean
that sh*t up, Mickey.

Uh-huh.

Jesus H. Christ.

All right, Roarke, if you think

you can handle it,
cut off his other arm

and then we'll cut off the legs,

and then we'll burn 'em.

Don't f*ck' throw up.

I got a better idea.

Oh, yeah, like what?

[tense music]

[sighs]

[Polk]
Focus on the Javits Center.

I want information
on financials,

bid rigging, no-show jobs,

overcharging, all the kickbacks.

Look into any suppliers
or subcontractors

they got under their thumb.

How the hell
am I supposed to do that?

You know them, they know you.

Become a friendly,
trusted presence.

Okay, all right.

Look, pardon my French,
but these guys,

they're f*ck' paranoid.

They k*ll people
who ask too many questions.

Then just ask the right amount.

All right.

Listen, I don't know about this.

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

You're a strange one, know that?

I pulled your file, impressive.

Force Recon Marine,
two tours of Vietnam,

volunteered for the second.

Then NYPD, commendations,
even a medal of valor.

What the hell happened to you?

Nothin'.

Nothin' happened to me.

I'm the same I've always been.

[Polk] Then prove it.

Go out there and get me
something I can use.

[♪ Bang Bang ♪
[by Dizzy Gillespe playing]

♪ Bang bang ♪

♪ Bang bang ♪

♪ Bang bang ♪

Hey, how you doin'?

♪ Bang bang ♪♪

Shipment came in.

We cleared about 75 on this end.

Plus, the client came up
with about 25K.

No issues.

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

Boys know not to mess
with the product.

Quality's good,
they pay what we say.

No sh*t. It's good.

That's good work, Quack Quack.

Thanks. Hey, uh, be sure

to give my regards to Big Paul.

Oh, yeah?
You want me to say that?

-Yeah.
-You want me to interrupt

his busy f*ck' day
to say that you,

Antonio,
send your f*ck' regards?

Maybe I just say you think
he should go f*ck himself.

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

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

I'm sorry.

His f*ck' face, this guy.

Take it easy, f*ck' relax.

I'm breakin' your ba*ls.

Vin owes us envelopes
from those Mick joints

on the West Side.

Where the f*ck is Zaccaro!?

What the f*ck is that?

Are you just
dropping off body parts

every other f*ck' day
on my desk now?

Get it the f*ck outta here.

Are you trying
to get us all pinched?

That is Zaccaro's hand,

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

That's why we cut it off.

A crime spree. With that.

[Dukey] Like Cousin It
from that show.

[Cliffy]
You talking Addams Family?

You mean Thing.
Cousin It was with the hair.

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

-Hey! Frick and Frack!
-Shut the f*ck up, will ya?

We rob a place,
leave his fingerprints,

and get the f*ck out.

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

Simple.

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

[Jimmy] They will.

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

he's even dead,
let alone that we k*lled him.

And then, we'll burn the hand

once we leave his fingerprints
all over the city.

[sighs]

f*ck' kids these days,
think they know everything.

-Can you believe this sh*t?
-You're gonna need

a lot of luck
to make this f*ck' work.

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

for everyone to be
on the same f*ck' page.

Look, these,
these f*ck' dagos,

they have their own
bullshit rules, right?

Castellano is not gonna
sanction a hit against us

unless he has absolute proof
Zaccaro's dead.

Javits money means
way too much to him.

How long you think
you can keep this up?

[Jimmy] As long as it takes.

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

I'll tell you what,
how about we turn

you two f*ck' clowns
over to the Gambinos?

Yeah, you could do that.

But Zaccaro was a made man.

They may not be satisfied
with just us two.

They may come after you.

f*ck it. Give it a go here
with the cousin It, Thing,

whatever the f*ck it is.

But if anything goes wrong,

we will turn you
over to the Gambinos

and take our f*cking chances.

Understood.

Hey, Jimmy,
I just wanna thank you

for what you done for me
back there.

It means a lot, you know.

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

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

-my f*ck' pills, you know?
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you f*ck' serious?

Yeah. No, I'm sorry.

You have gotta take
your g*dd*mn pills, Mickey,

'cause I am not bailing you
out of this sh*t again.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry, Jimmy.

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

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

We have got work to do,
fixing your f*ck' f*ck-up!

All right, well then after.

Jesus Christ.

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

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

and then we'll get a drink.

Oh, shut the f*ck up!

[engine starting]

[knock on door]

Yeah?

[Brendan] Open up.

You do not need
to be checking on me

if that's what you were doing.

Thought I'd say hello, is all.

May I?

How'd you know where I live?

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

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

[scoffs]

You know, when I was in prison,

every day and night,
I thought about you.

It was the only thing
that kept my sanity.

The thought of seeing you again.

I'm glad you're free,

but things are different.

Aye.

'Cause of your boyfriend?

I hear he's quite
an interesting wee man.

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

'Cause you and I have
never hurt a fly.

He does what he has to,
to survive.

He has not had it easy,

but he's brilliant and kind

and he gets me.

Compared to me?

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

I don't have one anymore.

And neither does he.

He understands the pain of that.

Does he believe
in something beyond himself?

-Yeah, he does.
-What?

Me.

Brendan,

I do respect you.

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

Please, can you leave?

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

Alright, Sean,
keep your eyes on the street.

Keep the car runnin'.

What I need you to do

is to scare
the sh*t out of everyone

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

I don't want
anyone looking up at me

while I'm doing
my thing with the hand.

Yeah, okay, I got it, Jimmy.

Yeah, I bet
they got a safe in there.

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

grab some jewelry
and get the f*ck out.

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

-keep all the good sh*t.
-Hey, sh*t-for-brains,

am I gonna have
a problem with you?

No, no, I'm good.
Let's f*ck' do this.

Good. All right. Everyone ready?

Yup.

And don't sh**t no one.
All right?

f*ck' hand is
starting to stink!

Let's go!

[♪ Tenement Kids ♪
[by The Boys playing]

Everybody get on the floor!

You're getting f*ck' robbed!
Face the f*ck' wall!

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

Get your f*ck' face
on the floor!

Head down!
Eyes on the f*ck' floor!

I see those f*ck' eyes,

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

Keep those f*ck' eyes down!

[Mickey] I don't want to see
any f*ck' eyes back there!

Eyes down! Head down!

Eyes down on the f*ck' floor!

I don't want to see
any f*ck' eyes!

All right, boys, let's go!

[laughing, indistinct
calling out]

[horn honking]

[bartender]
Can I get you another one?

If you insist.

Kind of empty
in here today, huh?

Yeah, it's the Javits Center,

the whole
neighborhood's employed.

I was making more money
when people were broke.

[chuckling]

Yeah, huh?

Oh, Sweeney must be
licking his lips,

all the security, construction,

and labor going on.

Ah, you know how it is, Glenn.

[Glen] Yeah. What about
the Italians, I wonder?

Dagos must be
getting a piece, no?

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

Oh, you're right.

What I don't understand,

I mean,

Gambinos must be losin'
their f*ck' minds

the biggest construction project

in the history of New York

falls into the lap of the Irish.

Yeah, go figure.

Yeah, well, maybe there is a God

and maybe he's Irish.

No doubt.

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

What're you talking about?

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

Is it that fat f*ck
Frank Mancuso?

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

John Gotti?

Now how would I know
a thing like that?

It's conversation, Ray.

I'm just, uh, musing.

Is that a word for you?

Yeah, well,

keep those kind of questions
to yourself, Glenn,

if you know what's good for ya.

Calm down Ray. I'm musing.

Sweeney wants to see you.

How'd Sweeney know I was here?

[Danny]
It's three in the afternoon.

You're a f*ck' drunk.
Where else would you be?

Huh.

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

[sighs]

This it? This is all you took?

That's it.

We left the fingerprints
and got out.

They had a safe
in the back, too,

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

Did you f*ck this up in any way?

No. No one saw a thing.

No, Mickey here scared
the sh*t out of 'em.

Didn't you?
It was an easy score.

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

crack that safe if you like.

The f*ck you will.

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

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

This is gonna stay
right here with me

till this whole thing
f*ck' blows over.

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

I figure we take
Zaccaro out of town.

Where to?

Near Boston.

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

There's plenty of places
up there to hit.

We'll leave first thing
in the morning.

[Sweeny] Yeah, you know what?

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

Liam O'Shaughnessy's place,

he's a Southie.

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

You mean rob his own bar?

f*ck' beat up his own mother
if I told him to.

[laughs]

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

What do you think
their chances are

-of pulling this off?
-These two?

About as good as a fart
in a f*ck' windstorm.

[laughs]

Fart in a windstorm.
That's good.

That's good.

[♪ One Kiss To Remember ♪
[by Frank Fafara playing]

Hey, Lina, how you doin'?

Get the f*ck outta my way!

No, no matter how f*ck' late,

even four or five
in the morning,

he always comes home!

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

No, John, he missed
our daughter's christening

this morning! Nothing would
keep him from that!

Here. Here. Have one of these.

I just had this machine
imported from Italy.

I don't care! I don't want
no f*cking coffee!

I'm nervous enough as it is!

All right, listen,
Lina, come on.

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

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

Is he with his goomah?

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

[Lina] Oh, shut the f*ck up.

I know, all right?

I overheard him
talking to her on the phone.

Well, that is news to me.

Some Irish b*tch he met
on the West Side named Erin.

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

I will scratch
her f*ck' eyes out!

Lina, go home. Okay?

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

I got a brutta sensazione.

No, come on. Don't say that.

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

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

I think he's dead.

[door shutting]

[sighs]

-Where's your crazy half?
-Jeez!

At the 596 getting soused.

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

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

Brendan Cahill
asked me for a favor.

[sighs]

What kind of favor?

[murmurs]

He asked me
to hold something for him.

A package.

A weapon.

And you said no, right?

Jimmy, I want to do it.

For the cause. Not for him.

I said I'd keep it at the dock

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

I am the only one
who can do this.

That was f*cking stupid.

Excuse me?

You had to be smuggled
out of Ireland

to avoid being shot
on sight by the Brits.

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

Why would you
wanna f*ck that up?

It's a new life,
but I still want

to make a difference
whatever way I can.

If that means holding
one package for a few days,

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

I know how this works.
All right?

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

-Don't f*ck' kid yourself.
-I'm not kidding...

I'm not kidding myself.

It's a few days...

then I'm done with it.

Done with him.

Well, make sure
he understands that.

[Irish music]

[patrons singing]

Hit us again, Ray!

[patrons singing]

How're we doing, Erin?

[scoffs]

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

[chuckles]

Here, let me buy you a drink.

Or you want to buy me one?

Piss off.

All right.

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

Oh, that's all.

[chuckles]

How do you expect me to be?

I don't know.

I saw what you did.

Excuse me?

[Erin] From my window.

You and Vinnie Zaccaro.

[chuckles]

In the car.

[laughs]

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

I don't give
two shits about him.

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

You're a nice girl, Erin.

Something good will
come your way. I know it.

[laughs]

Look at you,

straight from the looney bin
and filled with good cheer.

If you don't mind...

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

when I can see it's pretty grim,

so piss off, Mickey.

[patrons singing]

Here, that's for you.

[gasps]

I did a little job
for Mr. Sweeney.

But I kept this piece.

I want you to have it.

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

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

I just, but, uh...

if you'd like to talk sometime,

I'd like that.

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

you know.

Okay.

[laughs]

All right. See you around.

[chuckles]

Why you want me
to rat out Vincent Zaccaro?

Because he robbed
a jewelry store

under my protection.
Maiden Lane Jewelers.

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

f*ck the Gambinos.

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

[Glenn] What am I supposed
to tell Agent Polk?

How do I know
Zaccaro robbed the joint?

Tell 'em you heard
a couple of drunks

mouthing off about it
at Molly Maguire's.

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

and you're a f*ck' hero.

How do you know he left prints?

No more questions, Glenn.

Yeah, well, I'm in a sticky
f*ck' situation here.

I think this b*tch
from the Gambino squad

knows sh*t about me.

She's got agents out there
taking pictures

all over the f*ck' place.

I gotta be careful, man.

She might even know
you're paying me off.

You want to keep
collecting that envelope,

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

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

Yeah.

Don't say things like that.

Next time don't ask
so many f*ck' questions.

[somber music]

[door opens and shuts]

[door opening]

[Apreda] John.

One of the detectives
on our payroll just told me

that Zaccaro's a f*ck' suspect

in that Maiden Lane
Jewelry robbery.

How the f*ck could that be?

[Russo] Don't know.
Said Zaccaro's prints

were all over the place.

[sucks teeth]

Nah, I don't buy it.

[Russo] Come on, John.

You said it yourself,
guy loves p*ssy and booze.

Maybe he went south.

Yeah, but why the f*ck
does he need jewelry?

Guy hasn't robbed
a f*ck' jewelry store

since he's 20 years old.

Now all a sudden he's doing
f*ck' smash-and-grabs?

f*ck that.

It's those Irish b*stards,
I know it.

They take him hostage once,
and then he just

f*ck' disappears? Come on!

I gotta look into
this sh*t myself?

[tense music]

Jesus Christ.
What a f*ck' junker.

Beggars can't be choosers, Mick.

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

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

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

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

Because we need a registration
with no moving violations

or prior arrests.
Any other dumb questions?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How the f*ck am I gonna
get beers on the ride

if the cooler's back
here in the trunk?

-Oh, for f*ck sake.
-I got an easy fix for that.

We're gonna drink 'em now.

That's the best f*ck' idea
you've ever had in your life.

Yeah. All right.
Pat, you want one?

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

We're not drivin' drunk
up to Boston.

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

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

Breakfast of champions.

All right, fine. Just one.

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

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

-Slàinte.
-Slàinte, boys.

What the f*ck is this cat piss
we're drinkin'? Fesner's?

Yeah, it's all the bodega had

at five in the f*ck' morning.

I noticed you didn't bring sh*t.

Well, I was carrying
the f*ck' thing.

You weren't carrying anything.

Yeah, well, if you change
your f*ck' tone

and you ask nicely,

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

What's wrong
with my f*ck' tone?

Would you please
just shut the f*ck up,

and let's go, all right?

We're not
on f*ck' vacation here,

this is serious f*ck' work.

All right. Yeah, be serious.

Let me just get
a little taste of that.

[all arguing]

♪ One two three four five six ♪

[♪ Road Runner ♪
[by Modern Lovers playing]

♪ Roadrunner roadrunner ♪

♪ Going faster miles an hour ♪

♪ Gonna drive past
the Stop 'n' Shop ♪

♪ With the radio on ♪♪

-[car squealing]
-This f*ck' rust bucket's

gonna choke before we get there.

f*ck you, she'll make it.

[car squealing]

I could use another beer.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Yeah, I'm for that.

Jimmy, what do you say?

Not till we pass the state line.

I gotta take a piss.
Can we pull over?

Hey Pat, are you f*ck' deaf?

He said not till
we pass state lines.

Do you want me
to f*ck' wee my pants?

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

[snickers]

Seriously? You...

[Connor] You f*ck in idiot!

Don't you f*ck' piss
on the seat!

Don't f*ck' piss!

Paddy, you're so
f*ck' stupid sometimes.

I didn't... f*ck you guys.

♪ I'm in love
with Massachusetts ♪

♪ I'm in love
with the radio on ♪

♪ It helps me from being
alone late at night ♪

[Murphy] Praise Jesus.

♪ It helps me from being
lonely late at night ♪

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

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

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

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

Why? What happens if he doesn't?

I end up havin' to sh**t
a f*ck' Italian.

Right, well.
I take it back, then.

Where the f*ck is mine?

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

Here, let me give you a hand.

-Jesus! f*ck it!
-[laughing]

For f*ck's sake, Mickey,
put that f*ck' thing

-back on ice.
-Yeah, you m*therf*cker.

You're gonna f*ck'
pay for that.

What the f*ck is
the matter with you, Pat?

What, you can't
take a f*ck' joke?

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

Can you quit f*ck' around
and let's go?

-It was funny, Pat. It was.
-This guy's a f*ck' nut!

It was pretty... it was funny.

[Mickey] What the f*ck is
wrong with this guy?

And they say I'm f*ck' crazy.

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

Look at the thick
fingers on this guy.

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

[Connor] He's got nice nails,
those Italians.

[Murphy] No, I wasn't.

[workers chatting]

[door shutting]

[phone ringing]

Nice office. A bit drafty.

You'd a told me you were coming,

I'd a upped the heat.

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

I was just in the neighborhood,

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

Sure. sh**t.

You seen Vincent Zaccaro?

No.

Why?

Well, remember,
we had that little problem

with Vincent the other day.

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

Yeah, I f*ck' remember.

Yeah.

Looks like Vincent's
gone missing, again.

[chuckles]

News to me.

Yeah. His wife's hysterical.

Says he missed
his kid's christening.

Thinks he might be shacked up

with some Irish wh*re
named Erin.

[exhales]

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

Well, do you know this Erin?

If I had a nickel
for every f*ck'

Irish lass named Erin...

Let me be real clear.

If anything has happened
to Vincent like the last time,

there will be
f*ck' hell to pay.

John, I don't respond well
to threats.

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

that's a f*cking promise.

[chuckles]

John, I don't know
where this f*ck' guy is,

neither do you.
Could be anywhere.

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

it's not helping.

[Gotti] I know
Castellano sees your value.

Otherwise you wouldn't
be allowed

in this Javits project.

But things change.

Things change.

Vinnie Zaccaro is
a low-life piece of sh*t.

But I didn't touch him,

and none of my men did.

Capeesh?

[Gotti] I hope you're right.

For your sake.

Hope you're right.

[door shutting]

[exhales heavily]

f*ck.

You Eamon Sweeney's boys?

-We are.
-Welcome to Boston.

[laughs]

Long trip. You must be tired.

Have a drink before
we get down to business.

Yeah, I could have a splash.
Little something.

-Small favor.
-Little sip.

We've got three
insurance policies out

on this place,
so, after you rob it,

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

[Mickey] He wants us
to trash the place?

Well, if it's for the insurance.

[punk rock music]

Here you go, boys.

[♪ Hold My Beer ♪
[by Firkin plays]

♪ I've sailed the Seven Seas ♪

♪ Caught all the fish
from them ♪

[laughing]

♪ That's nothing dude
I'd done that ♪

♪ By the age of 10 ♪

♪ Even if I'm drunk ♪

♪ I walk on water,
swim on land ♪

♪ Drink this
and rise from the dead ♪

♪ Dude, I bet you can't ♪

[laughing]

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

Ow!

♪ Blink and you'll
miss it dude ♪

♪ I'm gonna freakin'
top that sh*t ♪

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

[shouting]

♪ Hold my beer a cinch to beat ♪

♪ Blink and you'll
miss it dude ♪

♪ I'm gonna freakin'
top that sh*t ♪

Safe travels home.

And put in a good word
for me with Eamon.

Yeah.

Thank you!

[punk rock music playing]

Hey, Jim.

You're a f*ck' Van Gogh,
you know that, right?

How's that?

Painting that bar
with that dead hand.

You're f*ck' special, kid.

Oh, f*ck.

What?

We got a cop.

[siren wailing]

f*ck.

-All right, pull over.
-Yeah.

And get your license
and registration handy.

And give me
that f*ck' whiskey bottle.

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

Afternoon, Officer.

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

No, you weren't. Registration?

Yeah.

Who's Kelly Malloy?

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

You know, your
back license plate is

partially detached.

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

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

No.

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

Yeah, sure thing, Officer.

Oh, just stay to the side.

Gotta watch for passing traffic.

[clears throat]

Yeah, you see
that top bolt there?

It's really clinging
to the frame.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I hadn't...

I hadn't noticed that.

You know, when I get
back to the city,

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

[Officer] Looks like
your car is leaking.

Yeah?

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

[both laugh]

Why don't you open the trunk?

You got any liquids in there?

[Connor] Uh... no.

No, just a... just a cooler.

[Officer]
That explains the puddle.

You mind if I take a look?

Prefer ya didn't.

[g*nsh*t]

f*ck' f*ck!

The f*ck you do that for?

Well, he saw the f*ck' hand!

You just k*lled a f*ck' cop!

Jesus Christ, Pat!
He pulled us over

'cause of the f*ck' plate!

Yeah, well, I had no choice!

You're a f*ck' idiot,
Pat, you know that?

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

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I got Zaccaro's f*ck' wallet.

I pinched it from his jacket.

Oh, you thieving m*therf*cker!
I f*ck' love you!

Ah, all right, take his license,

throw it on the ground. And, uh,

let's put his prints
on Pat's g*n.

Get in the car.
Get in the f*ck' car!

You're a f*ck' idiot,
you know that?

f*ck' idiot!

Drive.

[engine starting]

[Polk] Well, Officer Keenan,

it looks like
your tip may be right.

Vincent Zaccaro's fingerprints

were found
at that jewelry store.

Congratulations.

Dumb luck, really.

Overheard.

[Polk] Yeah, I remember.

You overheard
a bunch of Irish drunks.

Agent Polk...

got a warrant
for Zaccaro, both home

and the Bergin Hunt & Fish Club.

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

Here's what I don't get.

Why would Vincent Zaccaro,

a high-ranking lieutenant,

knock off a jewelry store,

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

Why would John Gotti
let him do that?

I don't know.

Maybe he's got
a cocaine problem.

Needed fast cash
without the boss's approval.

Then rob a bank,
not a jewelry store.

It doesn't make sense.

I don't know what it means.

What it means is that
the desk jockeys upstairs

who thought I was crazy
for asking you to help me

have just been proven wrong.

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

[Polk] What it means
is that our work

is just beginning.

[Murphy]
I had no choice, Mr. Sweeney.

[Sweeny] Of course you did.

You coulda got rid
of the hand up in Boston.

Now we've got
a dead cop on our hands

'cause of your
f*ck' stupidity.

We were gonna do that
once we were sure

-we didn't need it.
-Where the f*ck is it now,

you simpletons?

'Cause that hand ties us
to all this f*ck' sh*t.

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

Oh, that's great.

Go get it
and f*cking destroy it.

Yes, sir.

And don't throw it
in the Hudson.

Don't bury it in the f*ck'
school yard at PS 35.

Burn it to dust.

Yes, sir. Right away.

[Sweeny] Wait.

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

Go with him.

I don't trust you as far
as I can f*ck' throw ya. Go.

f*ck. Should've known
this thing would go t*ts up.

Look, we wiped down Pat's g*n,

put Zaccaro's prints
all over it.

We even threw his f*cking...

his f*cking driver's license
on the ground.

And you gotta get rid
of the f*ck' car, yeah?

We'll torch
the whole f*cking thing.

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

What?

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

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

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

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

No sh*t. Go.

Un-f*cking-believable.

Jimmy.

[car doors shutting]

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

some grand illusion here, but...

let me tell you something
an old man knows

that you don't.

The truth always comes out.

Get some rest.

Hey, honey. Honey.

Come here.

Is your name Erin?

-Who's askin'?
-Get in.

[clears throat]

Hey.

[Gotti] How ya doin?

Looking for some fun today?

I'm just looking
for Vincent Zaccaro.

You seen him?

The girls said that
he was one of your regulars.

Ain't seen him for a few days.

Yeah, when was
the last time you saw him?

[Erin] Like I said,
a few days ago.

Mind if I smoke?

[Gotti] No, go ahead. Here.

Oh, wow, that's beautiful.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, this? It was a gift.

From Zaccaro?

[chuckles]

No offense, but that cheap
b*stard never gave me nothin'.

[chuckles]

Some rich customer then?

[Erin] I don't know about rich.

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

That's good. That's good.

So, when did you get this gift?

Yesterday.

[Gotti] Yesterday.

From who?

I really don't like to divulge
personal information.

Well, just this one time...

indulge me.

Who gave you
the f*cking bracelet?

[exhales]

Glad to be rid
of that f*ck' thing.

I've never seen
a hand burn before.

Yeah?

I've seen whole people
burn alive before.

[Declan] In Vietnam?

Man, you're lucky.

I wish I went.

Yeah?

Well, how 'bout I f*ck'
throw you in there right now,

you can see what it's like?

Jesus, Flanagan.

Don't get offended.

[sighs]

[vehicle approaching]

So, I wanted to make
a few things clear.

What happened
between us years ago,

it's never gonna happen again.

Now, can you accept that?

Aye. I'm a big boy.

[Bridget] Good.

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

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

I'd would like
to know what it is.

Why is that?

You thinking
of rejoining the cause?

Oh, you don't trust me?

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

Okay, you tell me this,

once you get
the weapons to Ireland,

what do you plan
to use them for?

Who says they're going
to Ireland?

England?

I'll tell you this much...

I'm gonna use them right here,

in New York.

[tense music]

[Declan] Can I buy ya a drink?

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

Oh. I can't say I blame ya.

Oh, excuse me.

Which one of you is Flanagan?

That's me. Who the f*ck are you?

[grunting]

Get the f*ck off me!

Get the f*ck in there!

f*ck!

[tires squealing]

[♪ Brewing Up A Storm ♪
[by The Stunning playing]

♪ Give it to me raw ♪

♪ I'll take it home
cook it myself ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up inside
and his eyes are wild ♪

♪ And it can't go on ♪

♪ He's brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Can't afford to lose touch ♪

♪ Can't afford to lose control ♪

♪ The doors are open wide ♪

♪ And the wind blows
a bitter cold ♪

♪ Man holds a mystery
someone else holds the key ♪

♪ Oh it's a shame
they're the same ♪

♪ The answer doesn't
have to be ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up a storm ♪

♪ Brewing up inside
and his eyes are wild ♪

♪ And it can't go on ♪

♪ He's brewing up a storm ♪♪