The Westies

Street-talk translation

You just iced a made guy from the Gambino crew.

They're gonna be coming for us

with everything they've got!

I can handle this mess.

We gotta dump the body.

What the hell is that?

That's Zaccaro's hand, and he's about to go

on a wild crime spree.

Everyone hit the floor!

You're getting robbed, fool!

Vincent Zaccaro's prints were

found at that jewelry shop, congrats.

Just dumb luck, honestly.

Heard some Irish drunks yapping.

The guy hasn't hit a jewelry store

since he was 20. Now suddenly he's doing smash and grabs?

No way. That's bullshit.

It's those Irish losers. I know it.

Alright, what's the move now,

- Bobby Fischer? - Get Zaccaro out of the city.

Up by Boston, make it look like he's dipping to Canada.

I got a homie up there who runs a spot,

- Corktown Pub. - You mean rob his own bar?

He'd fuckin' wreck his own mom if I told him to.

Damn. We got a cop.

You mind if I check this out?

Shit!

You just killed a fuckin' pig!

Should've known this whole thing would go south.

Look, we wiped Pat's heater, and put Zaccaro's prints

all over it. We even tossed his damn ID

- on the ground. - Let me tell you something

an old head knows that you don't.

The truth always comes out.

Let me make this crystal clear.

If anything happened to Vincent,

there's gonna be hell to pay.

John, I don't vibe with threats.

That ain't a threat, that's a straight-up promise.

I agreed to hold the crate

for the Irish, not for you.

Does he believe in anything outside of himself?

- He does. - Like what?

Me.

I'm just looking for Vincent Zaccaro.

Ain't seen him in a few days.

Wow, that's sick.

This? It was a gift.

- From who? - I'm not really into

spilling personal tea.

Which one of you is Flanagan?

That's me. Who the hell are you?

Get the fuck off me!

I had this piece imported from Italy.

They don't make 'em like this anymore.

Here.

I'm more of a whiskey guy.

Of course you are.

This is a whole party for you, right?

I'm always down

for a good time, John.

Phil, a bottle of whiskey.

Yeah, fetch it, Phil.

For our man here.

Good boy.

Piece of shit.

Stings, doesn't it?

Another round!

You fuckin' clown.

- Where's Zaccaro? - Look, fellas,

I told ya, I never heard of her.

They said you were chilling in Bellevue to dodge a murder rap

and that you had 'em convinced you were crazy.

Don't try that shit with me

or I'll cut your little Irish dick off.

No, sir.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What happened to Vincent Zaccaro?

Ask your mother, you fuckin' Wop prick!

Motherfucker!

Fuckin' Irish piece of trash.

He's a tough kid though, I'll give him that.

When he wakes up, go again.

Alright, people. Step back, please.

I think Declan's gonna be okay.

You gotta tell me exactly what you said to John Gotti.

Just that Mickey gave me the bracelet, that's it.

And what did Gotti say?

That he was gonna have a talk with Mickey.

- That's all I know. - Fuck.

I'm lowkey scared. Is Mickey gonna die?

You know he could be gone already, right?

Don't even say that.

If he hadn't given Erin Malone that damn bracelet,

Gotti would've never snatched him.

It wasn't Mickey's fault, alright?

I was the one who iced Zaccaro, not him.

Yeah, but you did it to save Mickey.

Yeah, but all that for nothing.

Just putting Zaccaro's prints every-fuckin'-where.

- It was a total waste. - No, it fucking wasn't.

Hey, Ray's buying you a round.

- Thanks, Danny. - Thanks, Ray.

Well, at least one good thing came out of it.

- I killed a cop. - Watch your mouth.

You're lucky it didn't bring the Feds down on us

with that mess.

Look, I'm not giving up on Mickey

and neither should you.

We can get him back.

Okay. How?

Gotti has Mickey, I know it.

No doubt that fuckin' prick is

trying to find out what went down with Zaccaro.

Damn! Gotti's gonna put his head in a vice,

and Mickey is gonna fuckin' talk.

No, no. No, he won't.

Jimmy, I know he's your boy,

but the kid is straight-up wild.

The Viet Cong had him for a year,

and he never said a damn word.

Gotti's worse than the Cong.

Where's Vincent Zaccaro?

Honest Abe, I don't know the dude.

Jesus Christ. Do your worst!

Zaccaro?

Hey, John.

You got your man here doing your dirty work.

What, does he fuck your wife for you too?

This kid thinks he's a comedian.

Give me that shit.

Like baseball? You a fan?

What's your team?

The Mets.

Little Irish cocksucker says he likes the Mets.

I knew he was a loser. I'm a Yankee guy.

The Yankees can suck it.

Fuck!

Look, one thing I know about Mickey, he's a real one.

Alright? He'd never rat us out.

Bullshit. He'll fold.

Once Gotti gets the proof

that we iced Zaccaro, he's gonna come

for us. You know that, right?

Stop. There is no "we."

"We" didn't fuckin' whack anybody this time.

Young Jimmy here did the job.

All the more reason to send this fuckin' clown

over to Gotti, and that'll be the end of it.

That'll be the end of it right then and there.

Yeah, you do that, and Gotti's gonna use that

to push you out of the Javits deal

with Castellano the first damn chance he gets.

And once he's done that, what's stopping him

from coming back and taking out

every single one of you guys?

Fuck all!

He's got a point, Eddie.

Alright, genius. Real fuckin' genius.

What's your brilliant fuckin' plan now, then?

Mr. Sweeney hits up Castellano himself,

tells him to let Mickey go.

Tell him he's got the wrong guy.

Are you for real?

Why the hell would Castellano even do that?

Why the hell would he try to help

some random Mick he doesn't know,

and who he couldn't care less about?

You gonna tell me that now?

Because Mr. Sweeney will make sure

he does care.

If he lets Gotti whack that fuckin' Mick,

then the Javits deal is dead.

And I'm betting he doesn't wanna screw that up

any more than we do.

I mean, you tell me, Eamon, you know Big Paul.

What does he care more about,

some... some random Mick

or the Javits Center?

Well, you've got a lot of faith

in my smooth-talking skills.

You gotta admit, Eddie, the kid's using his head.

You could learn a thing or two.

State Trooper Ward was found on US-20

with a slug in his head.

And Vincent Zaccaro's license

was right there on the ground.

- Next to the corpse? - Yeah, and there's more.

Zaccaro's prints were found

on a piece left at the scene

and all over a robbery at an Irish bar in South Boston.

Weird, right?

Any idea where he's at now?

What's up?

I know you're a good cop,

or you were at one point.

This whole thing doesn't seem fishy to you?

Yeah, it stinks. A cop is dead.

I hope you find that POS Zaccaro.