Favors and Funerals

Gotti took this man for no good reason.

He's convinced that your guy may have something to do

with Vincent Zaccaro's disappearance.

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

Jimmy, I told you what to do.

He's my friend, Eamon. And he's one of us.

Those Irish bastards are responsible for this.

I need those Irish bastards.

I can run the Javits.

I would consider letting you do that.

But you've been a naughty boy.

Apparently, some of Castellano's captains

are going against his wishes, trafficking in narcotics.

The club is a front

for a Colombian distribution network.

We don't sling warehouse orders to strangers.

I work for Vincent Zaccaro.

But if you want Mickey back,

I think this is your best bet.

I have to send a message to the Colombians.

"Do not sell cocaine to John Gotti."

-This is fucking suicide! -Yeah, I know.

But what other choice do I have?

I do have a wee favor to ask you.

I have a package that I need kept safe.

-How many warheads are there? -There's just one.

Drugs are dirty and dangerous.

Sean!

I'm not gonna jeopardize everything

I've built for a quick buck.

All due respect, drugs are here to stay.

And if we don't sell 'em, somebody else will.

Stop!

Took a souvenir.

Our timeline has been ramped up.

Soon I'll be taking that weapon off your hands.

There was a murder of a cop in Massachusetts.

The killer is the kind of man my son admires.

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

I killed a cop.

Worse than that, the kind of man

my son could someday become.

I know who killed that cop.

It was fuckin' Pat Murphy.

What makes you say that?

You're gonna fuckin' tell me.

-I'll make it go away. -How much?

I just want you to leave my boy Danny alone.

In return...

I'll handle Pat Murphy.

We commend our brother to God's mercy.

Trusting that, even in death, there is grace.

Judge not lest ye be judged, the Bible teaches us.

This applies not only to men's deeds,

but to the mysterious works of the Lord.

Pat Murphy was a dear friend...

a son...

...and soon-to-be father.

And although the Lord has called him back,

we thank Him for the time we did have with Pat.

And entrust Pat's soul...

...to His eternal care.

May the Earth receive him gently.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Good Lord, you guys see Pat's ex?

That bun in the oven looked about to burst.

I didn't know Pat was gonna be a father.

Did any of you?

-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah, of course.

She kicked him out 'cause he didn't want to marry her.

She woulda taken him back.

It's a tough break for the kid.

Why don't you raise the kid, Mick, huh?

You look like you're ready to be a father.

Fuck off.

What I'd like to know

is who the fuck would do Pat in our own backyard?

Yeah.

Sweeney, Breen.

Boss.

Sad day.

Sad day indeed.

Any word yet?

Word is there were some Puerto Ricans

looking for trouble in the neighborhood that night.

So... we're lookin' into it.

Take care.

Come on. Let's go get a drink.

One for Pat!

For Pat!

Miss you. We love you.

Cliffie!

Hey! Hey!

Lads, lads, lads!

Ciúnas! Ciúnas!

Connor, Connor. Shut up.

Thank you, Cliffie.

When I was growing up here in Hell's Kitchen...

...I could walk Ninth Avenue from 50th Street

down to 34th Street...

say hello to every soul I encountered.

Man, woman and child by name.

Times change.

Lot of faces have changed.

Some of us have grown old beyond recognition.

Some are gone.

What I'm trying to say is...

...doesn't matter if it's your best friend...

...your family...

...or somebody you don't even know.

When we lose someone from the neighborhood...

-...we all feel it. -

Pat Murphy was part of what makes this neighborhood great.

And our best tribute to him...

...is to continue to thrive.

That's what Pat would want.

So, here's to Pat Murphy,

and all of us who hold him in our hearts.

To Paddy.

Slàinte.

Slàinte.

Be right back.

-Had a little talk with Danny. -Yeah?

Told him he's not working for me anymore,

-like you asked me to. -I appreciate that.

It's a little more complicated.

How so?

He thinks you had something to do with Pat Murphy's death.

Oh, what the fuck. Wait, he said that?

He says you basically beat the information out of him,

and then after that, Pat shows up dead on the street.

Nah. I gave him a fucking smack

'cause he was running a smart mouth.

Whatever. If he starts talking to Pat's friends about it,

that's not gonna be good for you.

More importantly, the boys think I had anything to do with it,

that's not gonna be good for me, which is also not good for you.

-Understood? -Yeah, yeah.

What do you want me to do?

Convince your kid you had nothing to do with it.

Yeah, convince him how?

Whatever the fuck, Glenn, I don't know.

I'm not the dad, you are. Figure it out.

How much we got so far, Jimmy?

About 480.

Make it an even five.

Shit, we're gonna need more.

Look, Jimmy,

we all know where we can get more money.

A lot more.

We're sitting on a fortune, Jimmy.

Mr. Sweeney has forbidden us from selling drugs.

So why'd you take 'em out of the disco, then?

I'm hoping to change his mind.

Go by yourself. I'm out.

What're you talking about? Sweeney wants us

to collect the numbers. We're gonna be late.

Sweeney doesn't want to see me.

Why?

It's my stupid dad.

He's bustin' my balls.

But fuck him. I'll change Sweeney's mind.

I can't even fuckin' fasten these pants,