Episode #1.5

When we lose someone from the neighborhood,

we all feel it.

What I'd like to know is who the fuck would

do Pat in our own backyard?

Had a little talk with Danny.

Aw, I appreciate that.

It's a little more complicated.

- -He thinks I gave the order

and you killed Pat Murphy.

If you want to keep him alive,

keep him out of Hell's Kitchen.

You're asking me to use federal pull

to ship your kid to a safe house

disguised as a clinic.

I talked to Cahill. Well, it turns out

he doesn't need the weapon.

I'm sorry, Brendan. It's gone.

But he does need me.

My target, Colonel Gerald Markham.

The man who killed your parents.

This is fucking dangerous.

And what you do isn't?

I took six kilos from that disco before we burned it down.

But if we don't deal it, someone else will,

and they'll just become stronger and more of a threat to us.

I think it's worth the risk.

We don't deal drugs.

I can't believe we're back to this

nickel and dime shit.

Your Mr. Sweeney just donated $100,000!

You think Sweeney sold our coke?

Fuck yeah, I do.

Eamon Sweeney with six fucking keys.

- How much? -Give you 40 apiece

for the first five, 35 for everything after that.

Eamon Sweeney himself sold it to Leon?

-That's right. -So, what's our next move?

Kill that motherfucker Eamon Sweeney.

I just can't believe he lied to my fucking face.

Problem is, you put Sweeney on a pedestal.

We all did.

To Eamon Sweeney, for always looking out

for the less fortunate. But now we know

he don't fucking belong there.

He has your loyalty, right?

You would die for that motherfucker, I know you.

You think he'd say the same for you?

Looks like the Italians weren't too happy with you

selling that coke.

You wanna get a beer?

You know me, Paul.

I wouldn't have asked for this sit down

if I didn't think it was in your best interests.

This guy's threatening war?

I'll send his Irish Mick crew

back to potato land in a fuckin' box.

Yeah, those two hitmen you sent after me

are in fuckin' boxes right now, John.

Happy to make the same arrangement for you.

Settle down, both of you.

We're here to talk.

You make a move against Eamon?

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

He used hitmen from Scarfa's crew.

Angelo Bruno knows all about it. Ask him.

Who gives a shit what that mopey motherfucker Angelo Bruno says?

That guy's a fuckin' liar.

Angelo's a boss.

I trust bosses. How about you, Paul?

This is why I hate drugs, hmm?

Shit like this happens.

You think Angelo Bruno's a liar?

I'll call him and tell him you said that.

And if Eamon's story checks out...

...you and I will have a problem.

Understand?

Or...

we can agree to resolve this issue

right here, right now.

Because there's a federal fucking task force out there

tryin' to put me in fuckin' jail!

And they're not interested in you or you.

So I don't want dead fuckin' bodies piling up

that lead back to me!

Which is why I don't want neither of you

dealing narcotics!

Can you get that through your fuckin' heads?

Yeah, you think you're talking to John right now, right?

Because I don't fuckin' deal drugs.

Fuck yourself, Sweeney. Neither do I.

I want you two to make peace.

Whatever your gripes are, put it behind you.

Eamon Sweeney is not to be touched.

Or anyone in my crew.

You got that, John?

Not Eamon nor any of his crew.

I can't hear you, John.

Not to be touched.

Good.

Now shake.

This whiskey was casked in '22.

That's before the Depression.

It's almost as old as I am.

Only 40 cases ever sold.

Oh, Jesus.

That's got quite a kick.

This is liquid bliss.

If you don't mind me saying, I've had similar reactions

to cough syrup.

I guess it's an acquired taste.

So, I take it the meeting went well.

Gotti got spanked.

No more narcotics,

but...

Big Paul wants me to basically ignore the fact

that cocksucker sent two fuckin' hitmen after me.

Do we go after Gotti?

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

He's not allowed to sell drugs, right?

So... we will.

Okay. Uh, Castellano's all right with that?

He doesn't have to know.

Look, Jimmy, you were right.

Okay, it makes sense for us to get into narcotics.

We don't, somebody else will,

they're gonna get richer and stronger while we stand pat.

Well, you know I agree.

But I stole that coke from the Colombians

'cause I happened to be there.

I mean, we sure as hell can't go back to them.

I'm gonna introduce you to Leon,

dude that shylocks for us up in Harlem.

He can get you supply.

-What about money? -I'll cover that.

But you gotta do this on your own. Okay?

I gotta stay on good terms with Castellano.

Of course.

And ya gotta be careful, Jimmy.

This cocaine,

it's a nasty fuckin' business.

You can't trust anybody.

Slàinte.

Slàinte.

It's hot as a bitch outside,

and the A/C in this place is for shit.

Tax dollars at work.

Any word on Danny?

Oh, I hear he's doing fine.

He's only been disciplined twice.

He hit one of the counselors

and threatened the other one with cutting her throat.

-I see. -But let's talk about you!

What about me?

You know, when I invited you to join this task force,

my superior officers thought I was crazy.

"He's corrupt," they said.

I said, "So's everybody at Midtown North."

I said, "You've got to use a criminal to catch a criminal."

But you, as far as useful criminals go,

you've been pretty fuckin' useless!

Does this mean I'm gettin' fired?

No, it means you're gonna wear a wire.

What? What, are you fucking serious?

You tryin' to get me killed?

Get Sweeney on tape talkin' about something

-we can arrest him for. -Fuck that. I won't do it.

Then Danny won't get the help he needs.

I'll have him released,

and he'll be right back where he started.

You would do that?

Which is it?

- -You got it?

Yeah. Fine.

You got a lotta tattoos there.

Yeah.

Swift, silent, deadly.

Force Recon motto, right?

Yeah.

Legendary.

I'm betting you were deep in the shit.

You know, our enemy over there

were a bunch of gooks I didn't know.

Betraying my friends is different.

You're working for your country, same as you were doing then.

Yeah, semantics.

Sweeney's a smart guy. He won't talk.