The Starship

You just killed a made man in the Gambino Family.

They're gonna come after us

with everything they've got!

I can make this go away.

We disappear the body.

What the fuck is that?

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

on a one-man crime spree.

Everybody get on the floor!

You're getting fuckin' robbed!

Vincent Zaccaro's fingerprints were

found at that jewelry store, congratulations.

Dumb luck, really.

Overheard a bunch of Irish drunks.

Guy hasn't robbed a fuckin' jewelry store

since he's 20 years old. Now all a sudden

he's doing fuckin' smash and grabs? Fuck that.

It's those Irish bastards. I know it.

All right, what's your next move there,

-Bobby Fischer? -Take Zaccaro out of town.

Near Boston, make it seem like he's fleeing to Canada.

I got a friend up there runs a place,

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

Fuckin' beat up his own mother if I told him to.

Oh, fuck. We got a cop.

You mind if I take a look?

- -Fuck!

You just killed a fuckin' cop!

Should've known this thing would go tits up.

Look, we wiped down Pat's gun, put Zaccaro's prints

all over it. We even threw his fucking driver's license

-on the ground. -Let me tell you something

an old man knows that you don't.

The truth always comes out.

Let me be real clear.

If anything has happened to Vincent,

there will be fuckin' hell to pay.

John, I don't respond well to threats.

That ain't a threat, that's a fucking promise.

I agreed to hold the crate

for Ireland, not for you.

Does he believe in something beyond himself?

-He does. -What?

Me.

I'm just looking for Vincent Zaccaro.

Ain't seen him for a few days.

Oh, wow, that's beautiful.

Oh, this? It was a gift.

- From who? -I really don't like

to divulge personal information.

Which one of you is Flanagan?

That's me. Who the fuck are you?

Get the fuck off me!

I had this machine imported from Italy.

They don't make 'em like that anymore.

Here.

I'm more of a whiskey guy.

Course you are.

This is a fuckin' party for you, right?

- -I'm always up

for a good time, John.

Phil, a bottle of whiskey.

Yeah, go fetch, Phil.

For our man here.

Good boy.

Piece of shit.

Stings, don't it?

Another round!

You fuckin' clown.

-Where's Zaccaro? -Look, fellas,

I told ya, I never heard of her.

They told me you was up in Bellevue to avoid a murder rap

and that you convinced 'em you were crazy.

You don't try that shit with me

or I'll cut your little Irish prick off.

Oh, no, sir.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What happened to Vincent Zaccaro?

Ask your mother, you fuckin wop cunt!

Motherfucker!

Fuckin' Irish piece of shit.

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

When he wakes up, start again.

Right, people. Step back, please.

I think Declan's going be okay.

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

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

And what did Gotti say?

That he was gonna have a talk with Mickey.

-That's all I know. -Fuck.

I'm scared. Is Mickey gonna die?

You know he could be gone already, right?

Don't fuckin' say that.

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

Gotti would've never picked him up.

It wasn't Mickey's fault, all right?

I was the fuckin' one who killed Zaccaro, not him.

Yeah, but you did it to save Mickey.

Yeah, but all of that work for nothin'.

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

-It was a wasted effort. -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 fucking mouth.

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

with that shit.

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 fucking prick's

trying to find out what happened to Zaccaro.

Fuck! 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 friend,

but the kid is fuckin' crazy.

The Viet Cong had him for a year,

never said a goddamn word.

Huh. Gotti's worse than the Cong.

Where's Vincent Zaccaro?

Honest Abe, I don't know the man.

Jesus fucking Christ. Go ahead!

Zaccaro?

Hey, John.

You got your man here hitting for ya.

What, does he fuck your wife for you too?

This kid's got all the fuckin' jokes.

Give me that fuckin' thing.

Like baseball? Baseball fan?

What's your favorite team?

The Mets.

Little Irish cocksucker says he likes the Mets.

I knew he was a fucking loser. I'm a Yankee man.

The Yankees can suck my dick.

Fuck!

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

All right? He'd never betray us.

Bullshit. He will crack.

Once Gotti gets fuckin' proof

that we whacked Zaccaro, he's gonna come

right after us. You know that, yeah?

Stop. There is no fucking "we."

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

Young Jimmy here did the deed.

All the more reason to send this fuckin' clown

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

That will be right fuckin' over right then and there.

Yeah, you do that, and Gotti will use that

to squeeze you out of the Javits deal

with Castellano first fuckin' chance he gets.

And once he's done that, what's to stop him

just coming back and taking out

each and every fuckin' one of youse?

Huh? Fuck all!

He makes a good point, Eddie.

All right, bright boy. Bright fuckin' boy.

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

Mr. Sweeney goes to Castellano himself,

demands he releases Mickey.

You tell him you got the wrong guy.

Are you kidding me?

Why the fuck would Castellano want to do that?

Why the fuck would he want to try to help

some fuckin' Mick that he doesn't know,

that he doesn't give a flying fuck about?

Will you fuckin' tell me that now?

Because Mr. Sweeney will make sure

he gives a flyin' fuck.

That if he allows Gotti to kill that fuckin' Mick,

then the Javits deal is done.

And I'm betting he doesn't wanna fuck 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 dumb Mick

or the Javits Center?

Well, you got a lot of confidence

in my powers of persuasion.