The Westies

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.

Zaccaro told me about what you done.

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

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 fuck is that?

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?

Nothing much.

My sister Annie works at Bellevue.

She says your pal Mickey's

responding well to treatment.

Mickey fucking Flanagan.

I heard you got out. Still hearing the voices?

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

I'm almost normal now.

Your fucking pal Flanagan took Vincent Zaccaro hostage.

Davey O'Brien! Where is he?

It was Sweeney!

I'm gonna need you to put a bullet in Flanagan's head.

I'm sorry, Eamon.

You fucked us all, you know that?

You just killed 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 fucking 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?

Mm-hm. The old Houdini.

And I'll need some help.

From Breen.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't I kill the two of you'se right fuckin' now?

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 fuckin' lucky you are.

Not just to be alive.

To have a friend like Jimmy Roarke.

All right...

smart guy.

Disappear the body.

All right, come on.

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 gun,

and the gun's gonna match you, you fuckin' 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.

Come on ya, you cocksucker.

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 gun that you used,

you filled down the serial numbers, yeah?

Of course we fuckin' 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 motherfuckers.

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 fuckin' 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 shit.

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 fuckin' kidding me?

You were in fuckin' 'Nam,

you never seen a fuckin' dead body before?

-He's seen plenty. -Oh yeah?

I just got a bad fuckin' stomach.

Well, you know what?

You can clean that shit 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 fuckin' throw up.

I got a better idea.

Oh, yeah, like what?

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 fuckin' paranoid.

They kill 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.

Then prove it.

Go out there and get me something I can use.

Hey, how you doin'?

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 shit. 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 fuckin' day to say that you,

Antonio, send your fuckin' regards?

Maybe I just say you think he should go fuck 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 fuckin' face, this guy.