01x07 - A Boy Made of Trouble

[bunniefuu]

Business has been
pretty f*ck' great so far.

- How's your cash flow?
- Maybe we're too generous

with too many people, and
maybe we had a bit too much fun.

I'm gonna be a little bit
short for the next buy.

The only one way to learn
how to do this, Jimmy, is to do it.

You're not gonna give me any money?

No, but I got a guy. Ruby Stein.

He'll lend you the money.

[JIMMY] That's only 50 grand.

You guys are obviously

getting into a very risky business,

one that might very well get you k*lled

before I get repaid.

- Gimme the bag.
- He wants me to sell coke

for him, so he doesn't
get whacked by Castellano.

I still owe Ruby Stein
a sh*t ton of money.

- I am f*cked!
- Borrow it from Sweeney!

He told me I have to do this on my own.

He takes a profit
when you sell the stuff,

and then what when there's a loss?

[MICKEY] Any idiot can
see that this m*therf*cker

is out for himself. This
is the same m*therf*cker

that k*lled Davey O'Brien.

[g*nsh*t]

And he wanted you to sh**t
me. And you know what?

I haven't heard sh*t about Pat

since he said he was lookin' into it.

You know, everyone around here,

they treat you like a f*ck' saint.

We both know what you really are.

[GLENN] Eddie Breen was the wrong mark.

- [GRUNTS]
- [POLK] Who's the right mark?

- Dukey Sullivan.
- You'll bring Dukey in

to testify and not for revenge, right?

I have my failings,
but I'm a professional.

- [GRUNTS]
- Colonel Markham personally

interrogated you.
Someone else should do it.

And that someone else is you?

My whole family died

at Markham's hands. Let him die at mine.

- [PROTESTORS SHOUTING]
- Markham, go home!

Do it!

We can't sell for John Gotti.

Do what you want. But
if you don't pay me back,

I'm gonna have you both k*lled.

[JIMMY] What about
Sweeney? He can't ever find out

- we're doin' this.
- Neither can Big Paul.

We're in the same f*ck' boat.

There's just one more
thing. You gotta end him.

Do you want the f*cking
deal or not, Jimmy?

- We do.
- No!

[g*nsh*t]

[LOUD ROCK MUSIC]

[GIGGLING]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

That was f*cking amazing!

Hey, I got a lil' treat for you.

- Time's up.
- Sorry, we gotta go now.

Girlies? What, hey, where ya goin'?

f*ck' hell.

[SNIFFS]

[SNORTS]

[ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SNIFFS]

God. My prayers have
been f*ck' answered.

[SNIFFS]

Oh, my God.

f*ck.

What's your name?

Mr. Trouble. What's yours?

Candy.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

You married, Mr. Trouble?

No, but I fall in love easily.

Yeah. And right now, I
wanna f*ck' propose.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Propose what?

Whatever the f*ck you want.

Mm!

What've you got there?

Some seriously good sh*t.

You want a little toot?

Yeah, me and every
customer I come across.

Oh, yeah?

[CHUCKLES]

What if I...

what if I front you some?
As much as you want.

I like that.

Yeah? Yeah? [SNIFFS]

How much have you got?

Eight ounces.

So, baby...

Yeah?

You want me to sell this for you?

f*ck yeah. Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, Mr. Trouble.

You're in real trouble now. [GIGGLING]

You're under arrest.

- What the f*ck?
- Hey! Don't be a hero.

- Oh, sh*t.
- Put your hands on your head!

- Come on, hands up, hands up!
- What the f*ck?

m*therf*cker.

f*ck.

Corrected by actumaxime
For Addic7ed

[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 ♪

Might as well have
walked into Midtown North

and tossed eight ounces on the desk!

What the f*ck was he doing walking into

a strip club with eight
ounces, for f*ck's sakes?

Well, it's a smart place
to sell. You never f*ck'

- done coke in a strip club?
- Shut your f*ck' mouth...

Hey how 'bout f*ck you, Cliffie!

Look. Sean had the bad luck

of running into an
undercover cop, all right?

It f*ck' happens. But he won't talk,

he won't flip, so there's
nothing to f*ck' worry about!

Is that right, there, tough guy?

You've done time, have ya?

All it takes is one
prick of an FBI agent...

just f*ck' one... to threaten him

with 20 years in Sing Sing, then that

- f*ck' eejit Sean starts...
- f*ck you.

...singing like a f*ck' blackbird!

- He'll cave.
- D'ya understand me?!

- He's a f*cking p*ssy!
- Hey, you better watch

- your f*ck' mouth!
- f*ck did you just call 'im?

What the f*ck are you talkin' about?

What did you just call him, huh?

- [OVERLAPPING ARGUMENTS]
- All right.

Hey!

[ARGUING STOPS]

Enough. Jesus f*ck' Christ,

you're giving me a f*ck' headache.

Look, what's done is done.

Sean's in custody.

Now, we gotta figure out what the f*ck

we're gonna do about it.

What do you mean,
what the f*ck do you do?

You get him a good
lawyer and bail him out!

You lean on who you have
on the payroll downtown.

All right? The judges, the clerks,

whoever the f*ck you usually lean on.

Yeah.

[SIGHING] But first...

you two've been dealing a lot of coke,

you've been keeping
my f*ck' name out of it.

Yeah, like you requested.

So. Where you been getting your supply?

Yeah.

[EXHALES]

[TENSE MUSIC]

It's a simple question,
Jimmy. f*ck' tell me.

Well, I mean, you kinda
put me in a tight spot,

and I had to do something
to pay back Ruby Stein.

So... John Gotti.

[BREEN] Jesus f*ck' Christ!

[CLIFFIE] f*ck' moron. Jesus.

You're f*ck' with me, right?

I hate that f*ck as much as you do.

Goddamnit!

You f*cked up good, this time, boy.

- All right, Eddie. Just...
- You...

- All right, hey.
- ...f*ck' prick, you.

Here we are. Yeah.

We gotta get that f*ck'
idiot Sean a good lawyer.

Call Victor Paulson, eh?

And I shouldn't have
to f*ck' say this,

but this sh*t with Gotti ends now.

Understood?

Understood.

[SOFT OFFICE CHATTER]

You think Sweeney and
Gotti are working together.

Maybe. But I know
for a fact that Sweeney

cares more about this Javits project

than anything else.

Probably sh1tting himself
thinking this coke bust

will get back to Castellano.

Well, maybe he can lead us to our prize.

[GLENN EXHALES]

[GLENN] Well, let's just let
him sit there a little longer.

Marinate. Get him scared shitless.

[POLK] How well do you know this kid?

Since he was little.

He started off running
numbers, sending messages,

stealing car radios for Sweeney,

and it's all the same sh*t
my son Danny was doing.

[SOFT MUSIC]

But with this kid, despite his record,

he's never faced this kinda time before.

Can we flip him?

Well, if I thought it would move him,

I'd go in there and beat
the ba*ls off him but...

Officer Keenan,

are you going to be
able to handle yourself,

or you want me to go in
there and question him?

No, no, you're a Fed.

He knows me.

I'll do it.

And I won't lay a finger on him.

[POLK] Hm. Following protocol.

Sounds like a first. Now get to it.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh.

You don't write, you don't call.

What is this? What're you doing here?

Take a wild guess.

When you got pinched, the
Feds called Midtown North.

So...

let's just say,

I volunteered.

Thought you might
talk to a familiar face.

[SCOFFS]

I'm thinking there's a way

that I can help you walk out outta here

without a federal beef hangin' over you.

It was eight f*ck' ounces, Keenan!

It wasn't like I was flyin'
ten tons outta Colombia.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Makes no f*ck' earthly difference.

I'm not gonna bullshit you, Sean.

Could bring 20 years, probably more.

That's a long f*ck' time.

But here's the thing.

The Feds know the coke
is tied to the Gambinos.

To be honest, they don't
give a sh*t about you.

They want the Italians. Follow me?

And this ain't about turning rat.

So get that sh*t outta your head.

You hate the Italians as
much as I do. f*ck them.

Now, you talk to me.

Tell us what you know
about the Gambinos,

and we keep our names out of it. Yeah?

So you-know-who
wouldn't get... mentioned?

No. No, f*ck that. I don't wanna do it.

You f*ck' listen to me.

You are lookin' at
serious f*ck' time here,

and you won't do well in prison.

Nice lookin' white boy like yourself.

Those f*ck' animals will line up

to hit you in the seat
whenever the f*ck they please,

and there won't be
nothing you can do about it

except take it!

And I don't want that for you.

Well, I...

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

Oh, use your f*ck' head!

Use your f*ck' head.

We got you dead to rights,

holdin' the f*ck' bag.

You know, with all due
respect, Mr. Keenan...

why don't you go f*ck yourself?

[EXHALES]

I want my lawyer.

You shoulda stuck
to boostin' car stereos.

Yeah.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

Thank you for coming to see me.

Yeah, what's so important?

Yeah. Maybe something, maybe nothing.

But you asked me to look
into Brendan Cahill for you.

Yeah. I did.

Yeah. And then I asked
some of my IRA contacts

in Belfast and Derry to look into it.

Okay, so what did they say?

Word on the street is
that Cahill got out of jail

from Maze Prison only three months

after a ten-year sentence.

Yeah, he told me he bribed the guards.

Some suspect he's an informer.

[TENSE MUSIC]

What? No.

Then why would he be
planning an assassination

here in New York?
No, no, that's bollocks.

I just thought you should know.

I'll keep alert.

But right now,

Markham is still here in New York.

I helped you sneak out of Ireland

because British agents
were lookin' for you.

Who's to say they aren't
actively searching for you

- right now?
- I don't care.

Markham needs to die.

And it has to happen my way.

I am so close to finishing this, Father.

I cannot walk away now.

[BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE]

There's not much room, I'm afraid.

It's better than living on a couch.

[MUFFLED CHATTER THROUGH WALLS]

And you're gonna take
care of the rent, right?

Yeah, of course.

Like I said, I'm taking
care of everything now.

- Hm.
- Right?

[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

Are you hungry?

- I'm all right.
- Drink?

What, are you reading
my f*ck' mind now?

[CHUCKLES]

Whiskey?

Yeah.

Okay.

Sent me a f*ck' angel, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

[INHALES SHARPLY]

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[SIGHS] Oof.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey. Slàinte.

So...

...what are you gonna do
when my customers come over?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you
could go over to Jimmy's,

- or hang at the 596, I guess...
- Wait, wait, wait.

What, what, what the
f*ck are you talkin' about?

I mean, that's over, right?

I mean, I'm here now.
I'm f*ck' livin' with you.

[SCOFFS] Mickey. Come on.

Come on what?

You're my lady, right?

I'm nobody's lady. I
thought you understood that.

But, but, you don't
gotta do that no more.

I'mma take care of you.
Angel, do you not see this?

Now, I'm selling this
sh*t all over the city.

I got more money than I
know what to f*ck' do with.

You don't gotta worry
about nothing, ever.

Okay.

Okay.

[LIGHT MUSIC]

[CHUCKLES]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

No, thank you, Jimmy.

Thank you, Mr. Paulson.

Really, seriously. I appreciate it.

Hey, you can thank Mr. Sweeney.

He gave me the money for your bail.

But you're not out of the
woods, not by a long shot.

Here you go, Seanie, this one's on me.

f*ck, Ray. Serious? Thank you.

Catholic Church should make
you a f*ck' saint, seriously.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Yeah.

Yeah, next time the
Pope sets foot in here,

I'll be sure to tell him.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Thank you, Ray.

[JIMMY] So, how much
time is he looking at?

Carrying eight ounces
of coke in a public venue

is intent to distribute. That's bad.

Yeah, but he didn't
actually sell nothin'.

That's gotta count for something, right?

Should you consider going
to law school, don't bother.

Anyway, a jury case like this risks

the maximum, 25 years in federal.

- Jesus f*ck' Christ.
- That's not f*ck' fair.

No. Which is why I'm gonna have to try

and cop a plea.

What kinda plea?

You'll admit you're guilty.

You save the court the
time and expense of a trial.

Now you, you should
be going to law school.

No, I'm, I'm good.

All right, but what if we say f*ck that?

What if we go to trial, you know, send

a bunch of neighborhood guys
down there, pack the courthouse,

maybe get to some of the jurors?

They all got f*ck' families, right?

Yeah, you wanna risk
it? You be my guest.

But you just told me
what you're gonna do,

so I'm gonna have to recuse myself.

- Mickey, just...
- Besides which, jury tampering

has a low risk of working

and a high risk of you going to jail,

along with your friend,

and the court simply replaces the jury.

So how much time can we get him down to

with a plea?

That's hard to say.

I think I can offer them ten years...

which, with good behavior,
means you might get out in five.

Can you handle five years?

[UPBEAT MUSIC OVER SPEAKERS]

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, f*ck it, I can
do... yeah, five's fine.

I can do five years.

Course you f*ck' can. Hey.

- I can do five years.
- You can do five years.

- You'll be out in no time.
- Easy.

[INDISTINCT DISTANT CHATTER]

Paulson's gonna go for a plea deal.

Thinks he can get Sean out in five,

if he keeps his nose clean.

How did Sean react?

Yeah, he's ready for it. He's
gonna man up, do his time.

- You think so?
- I know so.

What about the Feds?
They offered him a deal?

Yeah, of course they f*ck' did.

Sean kept his mouth shut.

[BREEN] Did he now? That's a first.

He's always running
his mouth to us about

some f*ck' horseshit.

I say he's a f*ck' liability.

They even brought in
that cop friend of yours

to try and sweet-talk
him. Sean didn't bite.

Yeah, I don't know where
the f*ck you've been,

but Keenan's not a friend,

he's a f*ck' traitorous b*stard.

I'd bet ya my f*ck' bar tab

the Feds know the coke's
coming from Gotti now.

This is a f*cked-up position
you put me in, Jimmy.

How? It doesn't matter
what the Feds know,

what they think they know.

Sean ain't gonna crack, all right?

Let's not forget Castellano's
probably got Feds

on his f*ck' pad.

He gets wind of this sh*t, I am f*cked.

I never should've let
you talk me into this

f*ck' cocaine business.

Now you look at this kid.

One minute he's all
f*ck' antl... Italian,

now he's sucking wop
d*ck for a bit of cash.

Well done, you. Well f*ck' done.

You know what? f*ck you both.

[TENSE MUSIC]

You sit here and you b*tch
about the coke business,

but you seem more than
f*ck' happy to profit from it.

You know, you all talk about
us like we're f*ck' nothing,

but we're the ones
out there on the street

takin' the f*ck' hits to
line your f*ck' pockets!

And the only wop d*ck
being sucked is Castellano's,

all right, and it's not by f*ck' me!

- [BREEN] Hey!
- All right, look.

We're all a little hot
under the collar here,

all right? Let's not
say sh*t we don't mean.

Just take a breath,
let's cool the f*ck off.

Fine. Fine by me. But here's the truth.

Sean's one of us, through and through,

and he ain't gonna f*ck' talk.

Period.

[DOOR SLAMS]

That Irish kid's lawyer

got the judge to set bail.

Some shyster named Paulson.

Yeah. I know him.

He's a shark in Sweeney's stable.

Who put up bond?

James C. Roarke.

No sh*t. Jimmy Roarke.

Yeah.

Sweeney took that kid in after
his mother passed from cancer.

He's part of a group
of misfits and lost souls

Sweeney collects.

Jimmy Roarke is the
smartest of the bunch.

Can we flip him?

No way.

I might be able to turn him
against Sweeney, though.

How?

Look, you brought me in to get Sweeney

to testify against Castellano. Fine.

But in order to do that,

you gotta weaken Sweeney
and everyone around him.

Like the way you
weakened Dukey Sullivan,

who's now in a coma
and useless as a witness.

He had a knife, he resisted arrest.

Mm-hmm.

But I'll talk to Roarke.

Some unsolicited advice?

Go pay John Gotti a visit.

Take a lot of Feds with you.

On what grounds?

We don't have a case yet.

You're the FBI. Make somethin' up.

Shake the tree. See what falls out.

And while you're there, plant a bug.

[JAZZ MUSIC OVER RADIO]

John.

All in.

Phil, you're a lyin' piece of sh*t.

I can read your f*ck'
face like a road map.

- Go f*ck yourself.
- [CHUCKLING]

What'd I tell ya?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Sal, what the f*ck?

When are we gonna
eat? I'm starving over here.

You're like my f*ck' grandmother.

[RUSSO] Get your f*ck' hands off me!

- [AGENT] Federal agents!
- [OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

Hello, Mr. Gotti.

I'm Special Agent Birdie Polk.

I have a search
warrant for this property,

including all persons present.

Holy sh*t, fellas. Look at this,

they got a broad showing paper.

Score another one for the women's lib.

[APREDA] Hey, take it easy.

Hey, what the f*ck?
What the f*ck is the matter

with you? Hey, those are
expensive f*cking steaks!

- [MAN 1] Hey!
- [MAN 2] f*ck, that's good meat!

What's this all about?

We have reason to believe
that you and your men

are involved in the
trafficking of cocaine.

Well, it sounds like a lie to me,

but you can look all you want,
you're not gonna find anything.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Hey, sweetheart, will you do me a favor?

Yeah, what's that?

When you're searching in the can,

could you give it a scrub?

- [LAUGHING]
- I got some dirty laundry

in the back, maybe you can help me out?

Yeah, honey, could you wash and fold?

Oh, you think that's just women's work?

When I put you two in Lewisburg,

I'll recommend you for the bathroom

and laundry duty your
entire 20-year stretch.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[UPBEAT MUSIC OVER RADIO]

Can you, uh, move a little faster?

Why so f*ck' pushy today?

Well, it's already over an hour.

So what? I'll take my time,

if you don't mind.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, Angel, I was thinking we...

[ERIN] Mickey.

Who's this?

Who are you? What are
you doing in my home?

I'm just leaving. I'll
see you next time, Erin.

- Did you f*ck her?
- Excuse me?

- [GRUNTS]
- Did you f*ck her?!

Answer me or I'll blow
your f*cking head off!

f*ck' c*cksucker! I'll blow your...

Yes, I did!

Get off him, Mickey!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

[ENERGETIC ROCK MUSIC]

If I see you again,
I'll f*cking k*ll you!

[PANTING]

The f*ck is wrong with you?!

What's wrong with me? What
the f*ck is wrong with you?

You said you'd stop!

I never said that! I never said it!

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- f*ck.
- I don't get it.

I thought you loved me.

[SCOFFS]

Who the f*ck... Who
the f*ck are you kidding?

Pretty soon you're gonna get sick of me,

or you'll end up in jail,

or worse, and what do I do then?

- That ain't gonna happen.
- How the f*ck do you know that?

Goddamnit, Erin. Wh-wh-what the f*ck

is wrong with you?

I'm telling you that I f*ck' love you.

Yeah, well, a lot of guys tell me that.

- You know that? Where are they?
- Jesus, mother of Christ.

What I gotta do to convince you?

I'll do anything.
Can-can-can-can I marry you?

Look, Angel, I'm serious.

Will you marry me?

Are you taking your f*ck' pills?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, Ray, how you doing?

Jimmy Roarke. Let's have a talk.

[SCOFFS]

What, you gonna arrest me, Glenn?

You don't get your a*s
up outta that f*ck' chair,

you can be sure I
will. Come on, let's go.

Fellas.

[DOOR CLOSES]

So, what is this, huh?

What, you're lookin' for a pay-off?

'Cause you ain't gettin'
a f*ck' dime from me.

I just want you to listen to me.

Your friend Sean Flynn
is in a lot of trouble.

He's gonna go away for a good long time.

He was set up. He didn't do sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Am I wearin' a f*ck' dress here?

Cut the sh*t. He'll cop a plea deal,

that's not what this is about.

So, what am I doin' here?

I've known Eamon Sweeney
since before you were born.

And I know he thinks highly of you

'cause you're a smart kid.

And I know you trust him,
and I don't blame you for that.

But I'm here to tell you

that Sweeney's a paranoid f*ck,

and he doesn't give a sh*t about anyone.

Not even you.

And if he thinks for one second

that this deal of his with Castellano

is gonna go south behind
some f*ck' coke deal...

[TENSE MUSIC]

...no one's safe.

Sean could end up with a
shiv in his back at Rikers.

You okay with that? 'Cause I'm not.

And I'll tell you something else,

I think Sweeney...

had Pat Murphy k*lled,

for k*lling that cop up in Boston.

It's like a f*ck' bad magic show,

how your friends keep disappearing.

Are we done?

Yeah. Just remember
what we talked about here.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Right.

Markham's engaged
to speak at a Protestant

Loyalist fundraiser
right here in Midtown.

We still have Semtex
from our first attempt.

We'll try again. This
time, I'll handle the remote.

Once again, and just like before,

his security will be tight, and the risk

of civilian casualties will be high.

You're the only reason why we failed.

We have to accept that
there may be civilians

in the crowd, even Irish folk,

but we cannot waver from our mission.

But I have a better idea.
We narrow the target.

Markham, and just Markham.

You say you know the name
of the hotel he's staying at.

That's right. Donal and
Logan tracked him there.

The Mayflower Hotel.

He was seen with security in the bar.

Is he drinking?

Is he maybe even chatting up women?

Are you proposing a honey trap?

Yeah.

I'm going to lure him to his hotel room,

and I'm going to k*ll him myself.

And no one else gets hurt.

Except for you.

It's too risky. What
if he recognizes you?

I'll be in a disguise, and,
besides, if he knew my face

or where I was, I'd already be arrested.

It's too dangerous.

I can't allow it.

Well, I can't close my eyes at night

without seeing my
family lying on the floor

of my house, covered in blood.

We all want Markham dead.

She's let us down before, who's to say

- she won't do it again?
- Mary!

You know me.

This time, I won't fail.

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]

[SOFT MUSIC]

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[EXHALES]

Sorry, I didn't realize how late it was.

What time is it?

It's late.

Is there any point in me
asking where you were?

- No.
- Hm.

[SNIFFS]

Wanna talk about it?

Mm-mm.

What happened?

- Tell me.
- No.

I can't.

Because you'll talk me out of it.

You know you will.

What if I could help you?

Well, you can't.

But I'm okay.

No.

You're not.

I can see you're not.

Jimmy, I'm so sorry.

What for?

'Cause I have all this hate...

buried inside of me and...

...and until I get rid of it,

I can't give myself to you fully.

[CRYING SOFTLY]

I can't love you the
way I want to love you.

And I want to love you more
than anything in this whole world.

[ESPRESSO MACHINE WHIRRING]

[SIGHS]

You know we got a
problem, you know that, right?

It's under control.

I got Feds crawling up my a*s over here.

That's your fault, John.

You never should've used my men.

Cut the sh*t. I know
you gave 'em permission.

I didn't ask them to be
your f*ck' errand boys.

Okay? That's on you.

The real problem is if Paul finds out,

and then we're both f*cked.
So tell me about this kid.

He's a good man. He'll keep quiet.

[CHUCKLES] Is that right?

Yeah, John. That's right.

- I give you my word.
- I also got a squad

of Federal agents that
just tore up my place.

And, yet, there you sit.

So I guess they got nothing on you.

Well, if they haven't already,

they're gonna make your boy flip.

I don't think so. He'll take a plea,

he'll do his time.

Yeah, maybe the kid keeps his mouth shut

for a year or two, but what
happens when he gets homesick,

or stir crazy, or starts
missing vaginas and sh*t?

- That's when they talk.
- John, how many times

I gotta f*ck' tell
you, the kid is solid.

More important, all inmates blabber

about what they're doing time for.

Paul has a lot of associates inside.

And he could easily find
out about us that way,

and then we'd be real f*cked.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

sh*t.

Yeah, sh*t.

I like this kid.

Well, I like my guys, too.

I just like my life more. Don't you?

f*ck.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC]

f*ck' five years is nothing.

- No, seriously.
- Yeah, right.

It's not so bad. When I got sent up,

I thought it was gonna
be the f*ck' worst thing.

I got in great shape, you know,

all you're doin' is
f*ck' playin' cards,

jerkin' off, boxin', jerkin' off.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Do they allow

conjugal visits in Lewisburg?

Aw, f*ck, I hope so.

Nah, not really, but, you know,

you can usually kiss and slip in

a quick fingering
before the guards see ya.

- Yeah, that's all right.
- Well, it's either that

or you marry some soul
brother named Darryl.

You know, you got options.
It's your choice, really.

He's f*ck' with you.
He's f*ck' with you.

I'm not f*ck' with you.
I'm telling you the truth.

All right, so where's
your f*ck' wedding ring?

- I lost it in Darryl's a*s.
- [LAUGHING]

Okay, look, here's the good news, okay?

You're gonna get three squares
a day, powdered eggs, bologna,

like your ma would
make it if she were sober.

It's not so bad, and you're gonna be out

before you know it, f*ck' jacked.

Aw, sh*t.

You think that deal the lawyer got me

- was a good one?
- [CONNOR] Hell, yeah.

- He's the best. The best.
- Of course.

- Yeah.
- Five years is nothin'.

- Nothin'.
- [TARA] I wanted him

to leave the country with me.

No, f*ck that. My place
is here with my boys.

Hey, that's f*ck' right. Hey, Seanie.

Come on. Come on. To Sean.

- To Sean.
- Good man.

Being home soon. Little vacation.

- Hey, slàinte.
- Slàinte, boys.

[JIMMY] Slàinte.

Here, Sean.

Mr. Sweeney wants to see ya.

Oh, yeah? About what?

Oh, you know, the usual
stuff he tells the lads

before goin' into the
joint. Don't f*ck' squeal,

don't get into any trouble,

and don't get caught
alone in the f*ck' shower.

- Do you know what I mean?
- Yeah. All right.

Come on. Don't wanna
keep the boss waiting.

- All right, I'm coming.
- Yeah, all right. Drink up.

He gave me the same speech, don't worry.

It's just f*ck'... it's routine.

Come here.

- See you guys in a bit.
- [MICKEY] We'll be right here.

Absolutely. We'll be waitin'.

Bye, babe. Love you. See you in a bit.

See you later. All right.

[CONNOR] We'll get a
bottle when you get back.

Yeah, I'll see you guys
when I get back, 'kay?

- [MICKEY] What are you doin'?
- [CONNOR] I was making

the kid aware of his options. Okay?

What, are you a f*ck' life coach now?

What? No. I'm just sayin'.

[RECORDING PLAYING SOFTLY
THROUGH HEADPHONES]

You picking up anything?

Well, we got voices.

Can you hear what they're saying?

Depends.

If Gotti is talkin' in the front room,

it's clearer.

They placed a bug upstairs

while Polk was raiding his club, so...

it's comin' through the floorboards.

- Yeah, huh?
- Yeah.

Let me see?

And I've got hours and
hours of chatter already

if you wanna listen.

- Do you mind?
- No, sure, go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

[GOTTI] Phil, take
Sal over to the Javits.

Tell Sweeney we need to have a sit-down.

I need to know we don't
get tied up in this mess.

[APREDA] These f*ck' Micks.

If it ain't one thing, it's another.

[GOTTI] Giving me more
g*dd*mn headaches.

The minute they get into the elevator,

we're gonna lose sight of
them. I want to get you outside,

on the other side of the...

We don't wanna leave her
too long without eyes on her.

Just try and make sure you can get

a line of sight to that bedroom.

I must admit she has a fine figure.

Understatement of the year. [CHUCKLES]

I'm sure Markham
likes anyone in a skirt.

You could put on a
wig and do it yourself.

Give it a rest, Mary, okay?

[BRIDGET] So what do
you think of this one?

Does this scream prost*tute?

Maybe you should wear a bikini.

Mary. Could you make
me a cup of tea, please?

Thank you.

He would have to be deaf,
dumb and blind to resist that.

The thought of that man desiring me...

is sickening.

You're gonna be the last
thing that he sees on this Earth.

Mm-hmm.

But you can't use a g*n, it's gonna draw

too much attention.
You'll have to use a knife.

I know. I know.

I...

I just want to say
how proud I am of you.

Yeah, I...

Why the f*ck did you do that?

I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

Why?

Sarah.

The whole reason that
I planned this mission,

that I came to New York to
get revenge for your family,

doesn't that win me any points?

It's "Bridget" now.

Please.

- [BREEN] Here he is.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

You wanted to see me, Mr. Sweeney?

Yeah.

Here, come on. Step into my living room.

- Come on.
- Okay.

- Have a seat.
- Yeah.

Here, you want one?

Uh, I'm... I'm okay.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

So, I hear you, uh,

got a good plea bargain, but
you're gonna do some time.

Yeah. You know, they
wanted me to rat, but...

you know me, Mr. Sweeney,
I'm not f*ck' rattin'.

Yeah. I do know you.

I'm f*ck' proud of you, Sean.

Yeah, I appreciate that.

You know, I really do, and, uh,

you know, I just wanted to let you know,

I'm really... I'm really sorry
for this f*ck, you know?

Hey...

we all make mistakes.

I want you to know I'm
gonna take care of your family

while you're on the inside.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Sweeney.

Thank you.

And when you get out,
you got a job waitin' for you.

And some money,

for your time.

[GASPS HAPPILY]

Aw, thank you. Thank you, Mr. Sweeney.

I... I don't know what to say. Uh...

It's the least I can do.

Thank you, Sean.

I got f*ck' paperwork, so...

Oh, yeah.

Uh, Cliffie and Eddie'll run you back.

Okay.

[TENSE MUSIC]

- Stay strong, son.
- Yeah, I'll try.

Thank you.

- Come on, Sean.
- Yeah.

I'll see ya, Mr. Sweeney.

Yeah.

[DOOR OPENS]

[SEAN] Oh, f*ck.

Yeah, I done time in Federal.

- Really, Breen?
- Yeah.

- I didn't know that.
- Aw, it's easy.

You're gonna be grand. All right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, they got TVs

- up in there, right?
- Yeah.

They even got a f*ck' gym.

You'll come out of there
like f*ck' Jack LaLanne.

- [LAUGHING]
- [SEAN] I'll be f*ck' stoked.

[CLIFFIE] More like f*ck'
Jack Dempsey, hey?

- Go on, ya c**t.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'll give you something
to remember me by, huh?

- [LAUGHING]
- Five years, huh?

Yeah, it's not that bad.

Hey, how about a couple
a beers for the road?

Yeah, let's go to the 596,
let's get a couple of pints.

I got a few cans in
the trunk there, Sean.

- Do you want one?
- Hell, yeah.

Might as well drink 'em while
you can, right boys? f*ck.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

[g*nsh*t]

[GRUNTING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

That's a f*ck' shame, innit?

Yeah.

Right.

Let's chop him up.

You look exhausted.

Ugh.

Listening to those
g*dd*mn wire taps all night.

And?

I think I have something.

We have Gotti and
Sweeney planning a m*rder.

They say so explicitly?

No, of course not.

Those guys always talk in circles.

So it won't hold up in court.

No, but it could be useful.

I'm gonna need a copy.

- Of the wiretaps?
- Yeah.

- Absolutely not.
- Why?

Violation of Federal
Wiretap Law for one,

breach of chain of custody,
evidence tampering,

violation of departmental policy,

not to mention it leaves
us open for civil lawsuits.

You need another reason?

Do you always do sh*t by the books?

If you ask me about it, yeah.

If I don't know about it...

...what am I supposed to do?

[TENSE MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Ludmore and ginger ale please.

Don't hear that order too often.

Too bad, it's my favorite.

Irish. What part?

Guess.

West Belfast.

[SCOFFS] Hardly. Guess again.

It all sounds the same to me.

You Protestant or Catholic?

Protestant.

Mm. Very good.

[CHUCKLES]

What brings you here?

[EXHALES]

Peace and quiet, mainly.

My parents have relatives here.

We're not too political,

we're not big fans of
random shootings and bombs.

It's a sad w*r.

Let's drink to its end.

Hm.

I hope you don't mind
all these questions.

Mm.

You're very beautiful.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

You staying here at the hotel?

Sometimes I do.

But only by the hour.

I see. Hm.

You know, my parents,
they're so strictly

working class.

Four brothers, three sisters,

it's so hard to get by.

But not impossible.

Maybe I can help.

How?

I could contribute.

In exchange for some private time.

- That's so kind of you.
- [CHUCKLES]

I don't know your name.

You can call me whatever you want.

So, what do you say?

Do you wanna come upstairs?

[DISTANT CHATTER]

[GLENN] Hey, Jimmy. Need a minute.

Ain't you got somethin' better to do?

Come on, don't break
my ba*ls. It's about Sean.

- Catch up with you.
- All right.

[JIMMY SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

How's your boy doing? He good?

Yeah, he's f*ck'
grand. Why do you ask?

Seen him?

Look, in case you hadn't
heard, Sean's gonna cop a plea.

He's gonna do his time
and he's not gonna talk.

Okay, good.

I was just worried, is all.

Worried about what?

Somethin' I heard on a federal wire tap.

Sounds like Sweeney
talkin' to John Gotti.

Interested?

Or I could go f*ck myself.

Oh, sure. Play the f*ck' thing.

Sound system ain't that
great. I gotta get new speakers.

[GOTTI] Paul has a lot
of associates inside,

and he could easily find
out about us that way,

and then we'd be real f*cked.

[SWEENEY] sh*t.

[GOTTI] Yeah, sh*t.

[SWEENEY] I like this kid.

[GOTTI] Well, I like my guys too.

I just like my life more. Don't you?

[SWEENEY] f*ck.

[SWEENEY BREATHES DEEPLY]

[SWEENEY] I'll handle it.

[GOTTI] Good.

[TENSE MUSIC]

If you ask me...

they're talking about Sean.

Could be... Could be
talking about anyone.

Could be.

Funny thing is,

Sean Flynn was supposed
to turn himself in today

at 5:00 PM.

He never showed.

Which means, to me,

he's either in the wind...

or under the ground.

I hope I'm f*ck' wrong.

But you know what?

You could go ask Mr. Sweeney yourself.

See what he says.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[DOOR OPENS]

- [JIMMY] Eamon?
- [DOOR CLOSES]

Sean's dead, isn't he?

Isn't he?!

Yeah.

Why? He wasn't gonna say a f*ck' word!

You think I wanted to?

This is your f*ck, Jimmy.

You never should have
gone to f*ck' Gotti.

And you should've told
him to go f*ck himself!

[BREATHING RAPIDLY]

You k*lled Davey.

And you k*lled Sean.

What, because you're
afraid of losing the f*ck'

Javits Center?

What the f*ck is wrong with you?!

Grow the f*ck up! All right?

All this sh*t you're tryin' to lay on me

is your f*ck' fault!

You k*lled Sean, Jimmy, not me.

I told you, he wasn't gonna talk.

I f*ck' told you he was gonna
keep his f*ck' mouth shut!

- He f*cked up!
- Why the f*ck

didn't you trust me?

I had this under control,

- you f*ck' c**t!
- Bullshit! You did not

have it under control!

I had to f*ck' fix it for you!

So, learn a lesson, okay?

You wanna be the f*ck' boss,

well, this is what it f*ck' takes!

No. No, you're not a f*ck' boss.

You're a f*ck' piece-of-sh*t coward.

You don't give a f*ck about us, do you?

You never have.

You'd k*ll us all for a f*cking penny.

Yeah, maybe I would.

But not for a penny,
not for f*ck' money.

For power, Jimmy.

The kind of power money can't buy.

That's what you don't understand.

All these years, I thought, I hoped...

...when I get ready to get
out of the f*ck' game...

...you'll be ready to take over.

But I was wrong about you, Jimmy.

You don't have what it takes.

You don't, Jimmy.

You don't f*ck' have it in you.

You're f*ck' pathetic.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

You gonna sh**t me?

[DOOR SLAMS]