Episode #1.6

We're here to talk. You make a move against Eamon?

Of course not. I don't know anything about this shit.

Eamon Sweeney is not to be touched.

Or anyone in my crew.

Do we go after Gotti?

No. I got a better way to get that motherfucker back.

He's not allowed to sell drugs so we will.

Well, right on.

Your pal Leon's dead. Turns out Charlie Bricks was

in Gotti's pocket the whole fuckin' time.

This is Tadhg McKenna's daughter.

She's currently called Bridget Walsh because

of the Interpol warrant for the bombings

of the London Tube. What I was doing wasn't

just for Ireland. It was for you.

My target, the British operative

Colonel Gerald Markham.

The man who killed your parents.

We're gonna blow this motherfucker

-to smithereens. - A car bomb?

So, there is gonna be civilian casualties.

This is a war, Bridget.

Or have you forgotten that?

You've been pretty fuckin' useless.

Does this mean I'm getting fired?

It means you're gonna wear a wire.

Who's his most trusted man?

Toss up between Eddie Breen and Dukey Sullivan.

Half-ass copper piece of shit.

Dukey is not a big fan

-of the boys in blue. -

You got wind Eddie was gonna get grabbed up,

you didn't think I might wanna know?

What have you done that Breen knows about?

You can ask him yourself.

See, the problem is now, Glenn, is I can't trust you.

Neither do I.

You fuckin' cunt.

So, we get this blow.

-And then what's the plan? - We start selling.

You're offering us a job?

Well, I'm offering you boys a future.

My supply. Your streets. Fifty-fifty.

Hey, we ain't never selling for that dago bastard, right?

Of course, we're fuckin' not.

They'll be back.

Hey! Here he is!

Hey, everybody! It's the king of Hell's Kitchen right here!

Jimmy, it's fucking line time.

No, it's not fucking line time, all right?

-It's fuckin' line time! -You take it easy on it,

all right? Hey, Sean, here.

-I fucking love you, Jimmy. -I fucking love you too.

-You want a shot? -Of course I fucking do.

-Three shots, Ray. -Yeah, comin' right up.

-Come on! -Hey, I got you.

Three shots.

This is for me?

Are you doin' this for me? Oh, you're too good!

Oh...

Hey, don't spend it all at once, all right?

Oh! I fuckin' love you.

I fuckin' love you.

Hey, Jimmy, business is good,

but we're running low.

Yeah, I gotta speak to Nelson again soon.

Those Dominicans will get us whatever the fuck we want.

Slàinte.

Hey, in that case, you want a bump?

I'm good.

Hey.

Keep up the good work. All right?

Ray, for your troubles.

Bless you, Jimmy.

My rounds are done.

I can finally... relax.

As you deserve.

I've never seen the boys this happy.

It's what they deserve.

It's real cash in their pockets.

Yeah. You did that.

It's nice seeing someone be good to them, for once.

Now. What am I gonna buy you?

With this? Hmm?

What do you want? A new dress?

You don't like what I'm wearing?

Oh, no, no, no, I like it just fine.

I just mean more dresses.

I thought you liked me with less clothes on.

No, I don't need things.

Come on, everyone needs something.

What do you need? And don't make me sorry

I just asked that.

Can you give me peace of mind?

Give me that.

I could.

If you just let me in there.

No, sexual favors, that'll do just fine.

Hey, here's our boy-o.

Jim! Jimmy.

Remember what I told you, right?

-Yeah. -It's gonna be great, Jimmy!

It's Rad Tad. This is the guy I was telling you about.

-Tad Guggenheim. -Hey.

Heard a lot about you.

Uh, heard you can, uh, get some good shit.

Yeah, so I, uh, I thought that maybe we could do business.

You know, you and me.

What do you want?

Well, what do you think?

The good stuff, you know.

Pure stuff. Lots of it.

Where the fuck did you guys meet?

At just, like, parties and stuff.

He bought a couple bags off me here and there.

But he's a good customer, Jimmy.

Fuckin' right I am.

And I'm about to be your best customer, yeah?

'Cause I wanna buy a lot,

'cause I know people richer than you could ever imagine.

Like millionaires and billionaires.

And I'm gonna become your middleman.

All right, all right, just calm down,

-Tad. -

Go get yourself a drink or something and, yeah, we'll talk.

Later.

Yeah, we'll talk. Let's go get a beer.

- -What a douchebag.

Congratulations.

Yeah, my stepfather

is a Guggenheim,

total fucking asshole.

The thought of him porking my mom makes me sick.

But the dude is a degenerate,

you know, and so is all his friends.

Oh, degenerates, huh?

Well, you should have me for dinner sometime.

Yeah, look, the point is

that his friends love coke,

and they're always lookin' to buy.

And my friends from Yale too.

Oh, you went to Yale?

I told you he was fuckin' smart.

Yeah. For a few months, and then, uh, then I left.

Yeah, I got kicked out.

I was...

I was fucking this chick who was still in high school.

Yeah, I'm not interested in your life story.

How much you want?

Well, since this is my first go,

uh...

...why don't we start small?

Ten kilos?

Mickey, you recognize this guy from Bellevue, maybe?

Hey. Good job.

You brought us a fuckin' retard.

Hey, asshole, you don't know

what the fuck you're talking about.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do.

Look, I've done my research.

See, my idea...

...is to give my rich fuckin' friends

a luxury fuckin' experience.

Like shit that's not cut with anything.

Pure coke.

You understand that as a general rule,

coke gets cut up at each stage of distribution.

That's how you make money.

No. No, no, no, none of this baby powder shit for me.

And I'll charge a premium price.

How much do you think ten keys will cost you?