The Westies

Ah, you shanty Irish piece of shit.

You're gonna learn just how deep the East River is,

you fuckin' dumb Mick.

I'm a fucking Gambino underboss; you're all gonna fuckin' die.

Look at you, dolled-up like a--

like a peacock at a pigeon race.

And them shoulder pads.

Fellas, you'd think he was linebacker for the Giants.

Your own boss told us

there was gonna be no more of this shit.

You are fuckin' fucked, my friend.

Only asking five grand, asshole.

-Your loafers cost that much. -Fuck you.

We're gonna call again.

That money ain't here soon;

we take off the loafers and start cuttin' toes.

Davey O'Brien.

What possessed you to take this man hostage?

Mr. Sweeney, got a good tip on a pony.

The five grand could make us a fortune.

Plenty of smarter ways to make that money, Davey.

Put the gun down, please.

Besides which, this greaseball waltzes into the 596,

shakes down Ray Quinlan

and slaps Erin Malone in the face.

He's lucky he's still fuckin' breathing.

Hey, uh, Davey,

maybe you was, uh,

you know, too soused to remember,

but Mr. Sweeney told us

we don't touch the Italians no more.

We're working with them now.

So, just do as he says, and put the gun down.

I know you're moving up in the world, Jimmy,

but this ain't about you.

I'll put the five grand on the pony myself

and we'll split the winnings. Huh? How 'bout that?

You're as poor as I am.

Fuck you. I'll get the money.

And Mr. Sweeney here will front me, won't ya?

Look, I've never lied to ya.

All right, you can trust me.

It's for the best of all of us, just--

just give me the fuckin' gun.

I wouldn't do this for anyone but you, Jimmy.

Hey, untie me, you shit stain.

Vinnie, my apologies.

Give you my word it won't happen again.

What the fuck? What the fuck you do that for?

Untie him.

We're not fucking with the Italians anymore.

Am I clear now?

-Yes, sir. -Understood.

Clean that shit up.

Was that really necessary?

I mean, Davey was a loyal soldier.

He was outta control.

All I'm saying is,

you didn't hafta fucking shoot him.

Jimmy, you let one dog bite, they all start barking.

I had to send a message.

He's lucky I didn't take a fuckin' rusty knife

and cut off his balls.

There go the Saints themselves.

You ladies give the Blessed Virgin

a run for her money.

God bless you, Mr. Sweeney.

Jimmy, I get you're upset,

but we can't afford to piss off the Italians right now.

Why? Goddamn Italians don't respect us.

For years, they've treated us like shit.

Yeah.

And for years we grabbed 'em off the street

for penny-ante ransom, and they were willing to pay

instead of spillin' blood.

It was like a fuckin' game to both of us.

But it's fuckin' childish,

and it's gotta end.

We gotta keep our eyes on the big picture.

And there it is.

Javits Center,

biggest project in the history of New York City.

Half a billion dollars.

Now, normally the Italians would handle all the kickbacks,

and bid-rigging and no-show jobs.

But this is on our turf, so I got us a piece,

big piece.

We play our cards right, we're talking tens of millions.

That's more than our loan-sharking, numbers, whores.

All of our rackets combined.

But the Italians outnumber us about a hundred to one.

So we can't fuck this up.

We won't.

Jimmy.

I loved Davey too.

I did...

but he had to go.

Oh, I know. I know.

Someone's got to say a few words.

Oh, I'm not too grand at public speaking.

-What are you doing? -Well, here.

Some liquid courage. Go on.

I, uh...

I just thought I might say a few words

on behalf of our friend.

You know, many of us here, we grew up with Davey.

Went to school 'round the corner at Holy Cross.

At least pretended to.

But Davey was always a ring leader.

The first to kick a ball at recess.

The first to kiss a girl.

Always the first to buy a round.

The first to stand up for his friends.

We may not know why

the Lord decided to take him from us.

But I wouldn't be surprised if it's 'cause...

'cause Jesus was thirsty for a good friend and a cold pint.

To Davey.

We'll miss you.

-He has some nerve coming here. -Bridget, shush.

What? Everyone knows what he did.

You're all too coward to say nothing.

It was Davey's fault, all right? He fucked up.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Sorry.

I don't mean to be givin' you a hard time.

Well, the problem is that I agree with you.

So do they.

Shit.

Is it just me, or does she get prettier

every time I turn around?

I haven't changed a whit, Mr. Sweeney.

Could be your eyesight.

No.

No, these eyes don't miss a thing.

Like when this guy first came to me for a job.

You were what? Fifteen?

Uh... thirteen and a half. I lied.

I saw a fire in his eyes.

The world had been knockin' him down.

He kept getting back up.

I knew nothin' was gonna stop him, even at that age.

Thirteen and a half.

What age was Davey when you found him, Mr. Sweeney?

Well, these guys all lie about their age, apparently.

So, hard to tell, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Beautiful words, Jimmy.

I might have some good news for you on this sad day.

My sister Annie works at Bellevue.

She says your pal Mickey's responding well to treatment.

She's seen him?

I don't know the details, but she thinks

he could be gettin' out soon.

Mr. Flanagan. This is gonna be just like

last time, only a little bit stronger.

Mr. Sweeney.

Mr. Gotti's expecting you.

He's at the table in the back.

Zaccaro told me about what you'd done,

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

I mean, grabbing our guys for ransom, that shit gotta stop.

My arrangement with Big Paul is all I care about.

Yeah. You're just lucky I didn't have my gun,

'cause I woulda popped everybody in that goddamn place.

Vin, c'mon. He's still a bit sore.

Fuck do you think I feel?

I had to off one of my own, a good kid.

Because this scumbag comes into our neighborhood

acting like a fuckin' jackass.

If it's up to me, I'd drop a fucking nuke

on that shit-heap donkey neighborhood of yours.

Hey, Vin. Come on. Hey, take it easy.

All right.

Look...

You guys got a rep that's way bigger

than your actual fuckin' numbers.

I mean, you're vicious, you're fuckin' crazy,

you're drunk half the time--

- No, John-- - Let me fuckin' finish.

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.

Same goes for your animals.

Are we done?

No.

I got a request from Big Paul.

There's, um...

there's an Irish union leader,

Deke Kinsella, running his mouth.

Yeah, I know Deke, runs the Local 833.