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Come on... Come on, kid.

Don't...

We're gonna make it. Fuck.

Come on, Oleg. Stay with me.

Come on.

We're gonna make it.

We're gonna crash.

We're good.

It's all looking very good.

Nobody fucking moves. Get down on the ground.

Get down. - Now, you cocksuckers.

You heard him. Get down.

You're making the biggest mistake...

Shut up. Down, motherfuckers.

Everybody. Eat the fucking floor.

Now, very fucking carefully...

reach into your jackets and take out whatever you're packing...

and slide it under the bed.

Come on. All of you. Move it.

Come on, fuckheads. Keep it moving. Now.

You better spend it real quick, shit bags.

You ain't long for this fucking world

Yeah, right, I'll be sure to have a Mai Tai on you.

On all you goombah fucks.

Ja, man. I'll have one on you too.

Go, go, go. Come on. - Move. Move. Move.

Hurry up. Get going. Move.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on

Come on Now.

Motherfucker.

No, man.

We don't give a fuck about these niggers.

Now, you spill Perello blood, you're deep six invested.

Walk clean.

Piss on Perello blood. Fuck him.

I don't think so.

Son of a bitch.

I don't give up you fuck.

What? Where you going, you fuck? We can work this out. Let's talk.

Fuck you.

Shut... the fuck up.

Where the fuck you reaching? Huh?

Please...

Tell you what, have a Mai Tai on me, huh?

Fuck me. He's a cop.

A fucking cop.

Motherfucker.

Get the shit and let's go. Now.

Hurry the fuck up.

Fucking dirty mooks

Fuck's sakes.

Is there one fucking honest cop in this fucking city?

Joey.

Give me your gun.

Take this shit and get rid of it, and do me a favour.

Don't fuck it up.

Move.

Never, dickwad.

Sorry. Are you OK?

Oh, shit. I didn't mean to do that.

Hey, boss.

You whacking off to the E channel again? Huh?

Just wanna smell you. Just like that.

You didn't call, you son of a bitch.

Let me guess. My pearls you've been promising?

It's nothing, just a little recycling.

Joey, come on.

If Tommy ever found out about that...

Ssh.

Just remember, it's just our little insurance policy, all right?

Cos there's no way in hell I'm gonna be thinking about getting some of this...

looking at you through some glass window. There's no fuckin' way.

Now, Joey, come on. No, no, no, no.

No. No.

Come on, baby. Baby, look at me.

What? - Nicky's around.

Nicky's busy. I'll be quick and real quiet, come on.

Quiet? I don't think so. Quick, I can believe.

You know something, Mrs G? - What?

You're bad.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've got a rep. - Yeah? You got a rep?

You got a cruisey rep?

I heard she likes to make it on washing machines.

On select occasions. What else?

Oh, no, no, no. My sauce.

My sauce is burning. - Wait, that's how I like it.

Yeah.

Fuck. Come on. - Hey.

You use language like that, you ain't getting no after-dinner dessert.

Go find Nicky. I think he's up in the bedroom with Oleg.

Why's he always with that Russky kid? Don't he have no other friends?

Joey, you know, they get along. It's fine. What do you want?

I don't want him going over there no more. That's what I want.

I know. He knows.

He knows.

I'll go get him.

Yo, Nick. Dinner.

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Get down.

Dinner.

Can Oleg stay?

It's already been three times this week.

I'm sure his mom would like to have him home.

It's OK. I'm not even hungry.

I'll see you tomorrow. Go Razors.

You, go wash up. Those hands are scary.

Good night, Oleg.

Good night, Mrs Gazelle.

He's not even up there.

They turned the basement into a sports complex again.

How many times am I supposed to tell him? - What do you want? They're just boys.

Dad, I won't do it again, I swear.

Don't you expect me to make book on that.

Now, go get your grandfather.

I just washed my hands.

All right.

Hey, Nick.

Razors and Blues Friday night. 120 yellow, pal.

No way.

It's gonna be a death match between Chester and Erlich.

They're going home in body bags.

Red ice.

Hey, can Oleg come?

He's never been to one game, and he's...

Not this time. Sal could only score me a pair of tickets.

Maybe next time, though.

Go get your grandfather.

Come on Get up

Come on

Come on, man. Make it different this time.

Get up.

Get up.

Isaid, get up.

What is this?

Wolfgang Puck. It's your favourite.

It's thick crust, you damn blyad.

I cut off crust for you. It will be better.

Bring me out a Moskova.

Hey. Hey.

Come here.

Come here

Come

Watch this.

John Wayne in The Cowboys.

I don't like cowboys.

Come on.

It's the Duke.

Come, sit.

When I was growing up in Kishinev...

we had no VHS, no DVD back then.

I remember...

I did a job for this friend of my father.

I pick-pocketed a key off this apparatchik.

The man gave me as a reward this children's projector.

It came with three films.

Speedy Gonzales, Tarzan Of The Apes, John Wayne in The Cowboys.

I watched that thing a thousand times.

Anzor, it's getting cold.

I was nine years old.

I didn't know how long movies were supposed to be.

My version of The Cowboys, it was only 10 minutes long.

No John Wayne getting shot.

Because it was for kids, they left that part out.

I didn't know this... until I arrive in America...

and see it on TV for the first time.

I hate it. I want my 8mm back.

Because on that one, the Duke lives.

Some things were better in the old place.

Not too many. Some things.

Let me show you from the beginning.

No, no, no. Not forward.

This part's better.

Without the Duke?

Where are you going?

You don't walk out on the Duke.

Govnyak.

She said he's always distracted and he never finishes his work,

and she wants to get him tested.

She wants to get him tested? Tested for what?

I think maybe er... attention disorder or something.

I'm not fucking ADD.

Hey. You don't use that word in front of your mother.

What's wrong with ADD? - The other one, smartass.

He don't use that word, period.

I don't wanna be on medication. You can't make me take it.

Don't even worry about it. There's no way in hell anybody's gonna put you on meds, OK?

Tell that teacher to come to the rink and watch him wax that puck.

That's perfect concentration every time. - That's different, Joe.

We're just trying to find out what's going on with you.

She said some great things too.

She said that he's very bright, that he's very creative.

You left that part out before. I like that part.

I got potential.

You taking a collection down there?

He must eat.

The little prick insults the Duke...

...he don't eat in this house.

You hear me, you little snot face?

Stay in your room.

Jerk off to your fucking Razors.

Faggot.

He's a growing boy.

What did I fucking say, sukka?

He has to eat, Anzor.

Please.

Who puts food on this fucking table?

Not you, blyad.

I'm the big man of this house.

When I say the little shit don't eat, he don't eat.

Anzor.

John Wayne was a faggot.

So Vicki Gilleto told me she saw you walking hand in hand with Jeannie's daughter.

The fat one?

Sounded like a gun.

Hey, Nick, throw me some bread.

Oh, shit, get down. Get down.

Are you OK? You OK?

Jesus, Joe. What the hell?

Stay here. Motherfucker.

Motherfucker. I'll kill that fucking piece of shit. - Where are you going?

You Russian piece of shit.

Fucking cunt.

Shoot my fucking house. I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Dad, wait.

Get back in the house. Get back in the house.

Get back in now. Go.

Don't you move.

You piece of shit.

I'm gonna fucking kill you. - Nick, get inside.

Joe. Joe. What's the matter with you?

I just called 911. Leave it for the cops.

There's a kid in here. Get back in the...

I'm gonna kill you. Open the fucking door.

Oleg's my friend. - Get inside.

Open the door. - Joey, don't be a damn hero.

Open up. It's Joey Gazelle from next door. Open up.

Open up.

Get back. You get back.

Where is he? Is he upstairs?

His room. - What?

His room. - Get down.

What the fuck?

Where's the kid? Huh?

Where's the kid? - Fuck him. I'm the one who's shot.

Who is it? Is he still in the house?

The little snotfuck ran out back.

Oleg?

Oleg? What are you trying to say? Oleg shot you?

What are you?

A fucking idiot?

I didn't do this to myself.

The little prick would've done me too.

Look at him.

Jesus, it's a fucking miracle.

Where'd he get the fucking piece?

Fuck should I know? - What, it wasn't yours?

No. No way.

I got a .357 in the safe out back.

He had some fucking snub-nose thing.

Silver. Chrome.

Bullshit. Now you tell me. I'm not playing around.

We saw where you put the gun but he didn't take anything.

Not with me. - Well, he went back, Nicky.

I didn't know. I swear I didn't know.

Come here. Listen to me. Listen to me.

That piece? That's not just any hot piece.

Tommy used it to burn a dirty cop. - Oh, no. Joe...

Yeah. Listen. On top of it, that kid's out there right now.

The cops are on their way. If they find the gun, or they find the kid and he talks, I'm dead.

Fuck. - Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down. We can get to him.

You can get to the gun before the cops do. - Oh, shit.

Hey.

Where are you gonna take him? - Memorial.

Hey, Mila, you should go with him.

I'm gonna look for Oleg. Me and Nicky are gonna go find him, OK?

I'll get Teresa to stay here in case he comes back.

You should go. - Thanks, Joey.

Yeah, no problem. - I'm sorry.

We're gonna find him. Don't worry about it.

Motherfuck.

Come on.

Police officers. Sir, do you live here?

No. No, actually I live next door.

I heard gunshots, so I came to see what's going on.

What did you see? - Er...

Isaw Anzor, my neighbour, in the kitchen. He'd been shot.

See who did it? - No, he was screaming in Russian.

His wife asked me to stick around for the kid.

You don't know who shot him? - No.

I'm gonna need to take a statement outside.

I can't have you messing up the scene.

Hey, check it out.

I don't see nothing inside. Maybe all the way back.

Forget it. Leave it for Forensics.

Sir, I need for you to wait outside.

All right. No problem.

I'm fucking having a heart attack.

Breathe. - I gotta find this kid. I gotta find this kid tonight.

Nick, I need to know places. Ineed to know hideouts.

Go to your room and make a list. Nick, make a list.

OK. - I'm not fucking around, Nick.

Joe, just take it easy.

There's no fucking time.

I want you to wait next door.

The second he shows up, call me.

I can't have to keep fucking talking to the cops.

You understand me? The fucking gun is on the street.

This whole fucking thing's about to blow up.

If Tommy or any of those fucking guys find out about it I'm a dead man

You gotta fucking help me

Yeah, if I fucking have to.

Grab your jacket. We're going for a ride.

All right, Nick. I want you to stay in the car, all right?

Don't get out for anything.

If I'm not back in one hour, call your mother. She'll come and get you, OK?

Excuse me.

Who's in the other room? Is that Yugorsky, gunshot victim?

Teenager. DUI car wreck. I think they just lost a GSW in 3.

Lost?

He's dead? - Yeah.

No, wait, he took a bullet right here.

No, major trauma to chest. He's been in surgery all day.

The guy was a cop.

Oh, wait. Yeah, they did bring someone in about 40 minutes ago.

OR number 2. He's gone upstairs already.

That's this way?

Can I help you, Dr Donaldson?

Yeah, the cops are waiting outside.

They need to run a match on this bullet asap.

I'll make sure they get it right away.

Excuse me.

You looking for this? Yugorsky? GSW shoulder?

You gotta help me find him, Nick.

What are you gonna do to him? - I'm not gonna do nothing.

I just need to get my gun back and bring him home.

You sure?

Talk to me, Nick.

There's this old abandoned rec centre in the park

Me and Oleg would hang out there sometimes read comics

He might be there

Nice gun.

Detective Rydell, Narcotics.

I already made a statement.

I don't know who the shooter was.

Fucking niggers all look the same.

Yeah. Anzor Yugorsky.

Any relation to lvan Yugorsky?

My uncle.

The Czar of Brighton Beach. I've been to his club a couple of times.

Nice joint.

He even sang a few songs.

He sings like a fucking toad.

Well, Sinatra he's not, but he's a man with a serious reputation.

He has a lot of enemies. - Bullshit.

I told you it was just some fucking crackhead.

Yeah. Well, I spoke to the officers on the scene.

There was no sign of forced entry.

But they did find some interesting shit out back.

Six cases of NyQuil, and it ain't even cold season.

What do you think a search warrant's gonna turn up?

Come on. Where? - It's this way.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Go, go, go.

This way.

Be cool. And let me do all the talking.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Help you? - Yeah.

How much you got?

Oh, I got a lot.

Yes.

Oleg, it's Nicky. Are you in there?

This the spot? - Mm.

Hey, where's the stash?

Last stall, motherfucker.

Find the stash. Find it.

Go on. Find it.

Find it.

We're gonna search this entire park. He might still be around.

What the fuck do you think you're doin', white boy?

All right, drop it, or I'll fucking waste the midget. Come on.

Go ahead. He's just a tag-along.

Plug 'em, Dell. Fuck it, man. Fuck 'em up.

All right, stay right by me.

Right here. Against the wall.

Don't you move. Stay right there.

I didn't do nothing, Officer. I just came to...

Put your fucking head against the fucking stall.

Put your fucking head there.

Oleg.

I told you to stay outside.

Did you find him? - Get the fuck outside. Get out of here.

I'm talking to you. What did you see?

Find a gun? You find a silver gun? Did you find a fucking silver gun?

I-I-I got no gun.

You wanna study for the GED? Here.

Look what you done to my fucking ride, bitch.

Jesus, please, baby. Please.

I've only been taking one class. One class two hours a week.

Istill got time to be pulling tricks.

Three Gs I fronted you for these fucking airbags.

And what do I get in return?

Fucking night school? - I'll quit.

I'm super proud of you for showing some initiative.

Maybe I'll even come to your graduation.

But first you're gonna give me back my fucking property.

You learn how to use that watching Sesame Street?

You ain't even holding it right.

What's the matter, kid? You got the shakes?

Whoops.

Now I'm gonna put a smile on your face, boy.

Cheek to cheek.

You're gonna be the happiest little brat in school.

Say cheese.

Who's laughing now, you fucking grey meat limp-dick motherfucker?

Mac Daddy.

Who's mackin' now bitch?

Puñeta.

You got some cojones, kid.

Let me see your fingers, son.

Is this... Hey. Is this your son?

I'm taking care of him tonight, OK?

Unless you have the number of his doctor and I can get a prescription over the phone,

you'll have to take him to Emergency.

If you want me to call you a cab... - I don't need no fucking cab.

Ineed some spray shit for him.

That spray shit is a controlled substance, ma'am, so what can I tell you?

Keep the change. - I can't... This is stupid. I can't do this.

Listen, why don't we go in the back and talk about it, OK?

Look, lady... - I'll take care of you.

There's nothing I can do, lady. - There's nothing you can do?

Take him to Emergency. - OK.

OK.

Nothing you can fucking do?

Get what he needs. Now.

It's Beclovent. - Yeah, I know.

Beclovent, bitch.

Come on, let's just go back.

No.

If he turns up, your mom's gonna call.

Tee.

Sal.

Yeah.

Do girls really get naked in there? - You'll find out when you're 21.

I've seen Mom naked. It's no big deal.

Trust me on this one. It's always a big deal.

Stay here.

# Funky dance music

What?

It's taken care of.

Oh. It's taken care of. Lucky us.

Guys sit down Have a seat

Don't be shy.

They make a good Mai Tai for a twat bar, but seriously overpriced.

Two million dollars for a round of drinks.

And the pussy ain't even that hot.

Jody, I'm doin' business here. Jody. Come on, get the fuck out of here.

Two million dollars.

Suck a dick, you prick bastard. You don't have shit on us.

What do you think of this?

Cops never found these at the scene. Just two dead narcs and three dead Jamaicans.

Ballistics is gonna reveal the slugs that killed my partners...

didn't come from the Jamaicans.

So there were others involved.

As for myself... erm... I was never there.

Well...

dead guys tell no tales.

Yeah. Why don't you ask your pal here?

What the fuck you talkin' about?

You blew my partner Stevie's balls off with a .38 snub nose.

A real distinctive piece.

Stainless. Polished up like a spic's hubcap.

Now, let me take a wild guess here.

I think you gave him the gun to dump in the river

Now I'm assuming that he never got around to it because two hours ago...

his next-door neighbour took a slug in the shoulder

The shooter was the guy's 10-year-old stepson.

Who was over at Gazelle's house two hours earlier.

What the fuck you tryin' to do here? Huh?

You tryin' to fuckin' play us?

You're wasting your time, and this is bullshit.

Bullshit? Bullshit, huh?

This punk, Anzor Yugorsky?

He describes the gun to me in vivid detail.

Makes mention it's a snub nose with a serious shine to it.

The fuck is this guy talkin' about? - He's talkin' about a fuckin' shiny gun.

Big deal. There's a thousand on the street. It ain't the piece.

Oh, yeah? What were you doing at the hospital when they brought Yugorsky in? Huh?

Sniffing around Emergency

You know what I figure?

I figure you were there to pull a switch on the slug they took out of him

My wife asked me to go to the hospital.

She was concerned, in a neighbourly way. She wanted me...

All right, you know what? Enough bullshit. I expect to find a bag...

in this locker at Down Neck Station by midnight.

If the bag is not there one minute after.

I'm taking you all down any fuckin' way I can.

Even if I have to manufacture the case

And you know I will. Cos I got the toughest mob in the world.

I'm the law.

Right, stay put. I'm gonna grab you a burger.

I'm not hungry. - You didn't finish dinner, I'll grab you something.

Stay here.

Dad?

Don't go in there. Let's just go home.

It's gonna be all right.

No, it's not.

Hey, Frankie. How you doing? - Hey. How are ya?

It's good to see you. - Sit, Joe.

How you doin,' guys? - Hi, Joey.

How you doing?

You want some coffee, or somethin' to eat? - Nah, I'm good.

But I got my boy waiting out in the car.

I wanna get him a burger. - Tony, take care of that.

Yeah, Tony, get him some fries and a strawberry shake.

Don't scare him. He don't know you're coming.

So Joe

I got off the phone with lvan about this thing with his nephew.

I told you, it's not the fuckin' piece.

Look, everybody knows the nephew is a brain -fried reprobate.

Yeah, whatever. He's a tweaker piece of shit.

And he's cooking meth in his backyard.

It's just a matter of time before he blows up the neighbourhood.

We know this. But it's a sensitive issue with me, Joe.

I'm in bed with Yugorsky on this gasoline deal.

Hey.

It's a good deal.

I don't wanna rock the boat. - Oh, fuck that.

Fuck those Russian cunts. Huh?

Pop, it's the fuckin' narc that's got his dick in our ass.

Hey.

Calm down Tommy

You see, Joe, the tweaker's got it in his head...

that maybe you were looking to knock him out of the cooking business...

and helped the boy out.

Made a piece available to him.

I would never use a kid to do something like that.

Never.

All right, all right, look.

I made a personal reassurance to Yugorsky...

that I will have my entire crew in the street out looking for that kid.

Now, in the interest of professional harmony...

...I think we all wanna get our story straight.

You agree don't you Joe?

One hamburger and you're out of my life. That's it.

Oleg.

Oh shit.

Hey, kid.

How you doing? Your old man sent this stuff out for you.

Thanks.

Ain't it a little late for you to be out? I have twins your age. They're in bed by now.

What are you, like, nine?

Ten.

And a half.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Hey, Joey.

Looks like your kid don't listen too well.

Must run in the family.

Hey, Nicky. Get over here.

Get over here

What you doing? I told you to wait in the car.

I had to go to the bathroom. - How you doing, Nicky?

Want some Gummy Bears?

Hey, Nicky.

You wouldn't by chance...

know where your friend got that gun?

Would ya?

No.

I have to go to the bathroom.

OK - Nick, you go to the bathroom.

Have you decided yet?

I have a bus to catch and... Oh, no.

I'll have a cheeseburger and a Coke.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Don't worry, we're gonna take care of the cop.

I know. - OK.

Where is it?

Hey, Nick.

Where the hell are you? - Almost done.

Razors with razors.

Come on, wash your hands. We gotta get out of here. Come on.

Fuck.

Hey, sweetie. How you doing?

All right, Nick, listen to me.

I want you to think about where your friend might be,

because the others are looking for him and if they find him...

They won't find the gun. - What did you say?

What did you say?

Don't mess with me. I want you to fuckin' talk to me now.

Promise me you won't hurt him. - I don't have time for this shit.

Now fuckin' tell me. - Promise.

Promise you what? What? I promise. Iswear to God.

I'm not gonna hurt your friend. Come on. Tell me.

Just tell me what you know.

Come on.

This one here?

Where is it? I thought you said you put it in there.

I did. I put it right... - Then where is it?

I thought you said you put it in the tank. - I put it in here.

Oh, shit.

Which one did you put it in, Nick? Huh?

Which one did you put it in?

Goddamn it, Nicky.

Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to me?

I didn't.

Why did you lie to me? - I'm not...

Why did you lie to me? - I'm not fucking lying. I put it in there.

You just fuckin' killed me, Nick.

You just fuckin' killed me.

I want you to keep an eye open.

If you see anybody coming, I want you to cough really loud, all right?

You're like a broken record. - I'm telling you, you gotta see this thing.

You better not be jerking my chain.

What are you doin' here, kid? - I was looking for the bathroom.

Even the kid thinks it's a shithole back here. - Shut up, Ralphie.

All right, listen.

You go on out through that door,

turn left, go all the way down to the end,

turn left again, and you're there.

You got it?

Come on. - Er... which door?

Come here, kid. Come here.

Hey, Yolanda. Wait up.

Where you going with my cheesecake? - It's for paying customers Not you

I've got your number, fucker.

Forget it. I ain't dragging your butt across no state lines.

Look, baba, why don't you just go home?

I bet you things are not as bad as you think they are.

Come on, baba.

Oh, mother...

Hands where we can see 'em.

Over here.

Run. Run, little man. Run.

Hey.

Get off. Get off.

Do you know these guys?

Yeah. - Babe?

Where the hell are you? - I'm takin' care of things

Forget about it - they picked up Oleg at a bus station with a hooker.

Who picked him up?

The cops? - Yeah.

Jesus Christ, this is fuckin' bullshit.

Hey. - Fuck.

Hey. You got Nicky with you?

Yeah, he's right here.

Then stop using your mouth around him.

And bring my son home. Now.

Yeah. That's what I'm doing. I'm bringing him home right now.

Ah. Do you mind?

I'm feeling kind of parched.

Big game Friday night.

I bet you're excited about that, huh?

It's gonna be red ice, and plenty of blue shirt body bags.

Am I right?

Look... I could help you, kid.

You and your mom, if need be.

Now I could get that prick out of your life.

Lock him up. I could do that, I'm a cop.

All you have to do is tell me where you found the gun.

And where you stashed it.

That's it.

What do you say?

You'll let me help you.

Get out of here, Mila.

You know? Go to a shelter.

I can get you an address.

You don't understand.

I belong to him.

No. No.

No, no, I don't understand.

I was prostitute in Moscow.

Yugorsky Escort Service offered to bring girls over with promise of big bucks.

We would owe 50 thousand dollars. You know, pay back through work.

I take offer.

Not tell them I'm pregnant.

When they find out...

...they insist I have an abortion.

I tell them no.

They send Anzor to kill me.

Anzor's not a killer.

He's not... a hard man like big Yugorsky.

He thinks...

...he thinks he's John Wayne.

Wants to do right thing.

He goes against his uncle, and tells big man Yugorsky he will pay off my debt.

His uncle refuses...

...and tells him...

he will send others to kill me.

Set example.

So Anzor make me wife.

Big man Yugorsky can't kill his nephew's wife.

But he... tells Anzor to leave Little Odessa.

He's no longer working for Yugorsky family.

I'm gonna get you the name of a shelter.

You OK?

This ain't right, Joe. He don't need to be put through this.

Hey, Nick, I'm proud of you. You done good, all right?

I'm gonna head up to Community Hills.

Cops don't got the gun yet but I may have a line on it so I'm gonna go over there.

I'm scared, Joe.

I am pissed at you, and I am scared.

Equal measures.

Be careful.

Hey. - Hey.

Just got word. The cops picked up the kid.

Anything you still wanna tell us? - Tell you what? There's nothing to tell.

Where you headed, Joe? - Erm...

I was supposed to head to the store and pick up some milk and eggs.

In all the excitement I forgot to do it, so...

Hm.

Yugorsky's gonna call us when he talks to the kid.

Don't go too far...

Later, Joe. - Yeah, see ya.

Hey, Tee. Looking fucking good.

He keeps giving me this bullshit story about finding the gun...

in some abandoned locker in school.

What do you want me to do?

The little fucker shot me. He ain't gonna spill dick to me.

You know, I don't think I'm being clear enough here.

You know what I mean?

Let me be crystal clear.

You get the boy to give up Gazelle or I'm closing shop on your tweaker ass...

and I'm taking you down fucking hard.

Understand me?

Hey, cowboy.

Wanna go get some ice cream?

# Rap

Get the fuck away from my car.

Hey. Hey, I'm looking for Manny Perez. - He's not here.

No. Oh, my God. I've never seen him.

Manny? Where the fuck is he? - He's not here.

Where is he? Where is he? - He's not here.

Better not fuckin' lie to me.

Argh. - Where the fuck is he?

Where is he? - OK, OK.

Where is he? - He play cards at Armando's.

Armando's? - Uh-huh.

He's at Armando's. Yeah.

Get the hell out of the way. Just stay right there.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Conchita. - Conchita.

Now you listen to me, Conchita. You listen to me real good.

I don't wanna hurt Manny. - OK.

I don't wanna hurt him, but he has something that belongs to me.

A gun. Do you know anything about a gun? - No, no.

It's block 5, number 602. That's where he is.

OK. Now listen to me.

We are now on what we call the honour system. You comprende?

You understand? - Si, señor.

OK. You don't call Manny.

You don't tell Manny I'm coming.

You don't warn him for anything, cos if you do, I'm gonna come back here.

I can be an asshole.

You made your point.

You showed some balls.

I like that

But now it's time to be smart.

You tell me... what I want to know.

And I'm gonna reward you.

Razors season tickets...

I'm sorry. - It's OK.

I told you, we're cool.

Just tell me. - I'm sorry I missed.

You little shit.

Tell me where the fucking gun is.

You tell me or I will fucking kill you.

Oleg.

Oleg.

Oleg.

Where are you, you little shit?

Oleg.

I'll find you.

I'm gonna kill you.

You're only making it worse on yourself.

You hear me?

Edele, I think we've picked up a stray.

Indeed.

Well, hello there.

Hi - And who might you be?

I think we should get another ice cream cone. - I think you're right, papa bear.

Hey. Hey.

You Manny? - Manny, no.

He's upstairs. What you want with him?

Business.

If he owes you any money, forget about it.

Ha. I just cleaned the cabron out.

Yeah? Who is it?

Heads down on the fucking table.

Heads down and hands behind your head. You move and I will fuck you up.

I will fuck you up. Don't you move.

Don't you fucking move. Get the fuck down.

Which one of you is fucking Manny? Who's Manny?

Manny's not here...

Motherfucking pendejo. - Are you Manny?

You know what the fuck I want. You called me pendejo, you fuck.

I want my fucking gun. I want my fucking snub nose...

that you lifted from the fucking Arlington.

Now, where the fuck is it? Where the fuck is it?

Argh.

Fuck you. Where the fuck is my gun?

Your tool left a while ago

Fuck. Fuck.

Motherfucker.

Look at that - That's a good smile...

Look at those braces - There's a little dimple there

Yeah

Yeah, that's super cute.

Isn't this cool, huh? Yeah, come on. Look back in the camera.

Try it again. Now you push that. Look in there.

Oh, my gosh, yeah. You can see, right?

It's very smart. - Hey, Eric. You wanna hug your sister?

Yeah. Come on, please. - Just a little bit.

Get a little closer. - Come on. You guys love each other.

Get a little closer. - You need a hug.

A little closer - Come on.

Extend the arm

Come on Come on Eric

You can do it a little better than that I mean that's your sister right?

Very good - You love your sister don't you?

What about you, Oleg? You wanna be in the film as well, don't you?

My stomach hurts. Can I go to the bathroom?

Sure.

I'll just hold onto this. - Mm-hm.

Go outside.

You take a right and then a left.

Hurry up, though. You're missing out. - Mm.

Who wants to play dress up? - Oh, good, dress up.

We have... the Burning Falcon.

And the Volt.

There you are. I thought you needed to go to the bathroom.

I couldn't find it.

Silly boy.

I told you to take a right.

Then a left.

Come. I'll show you.

Don't forget to wash your hands when you're done.

Joe?

Mrs Gazelle? - Who is this?

Is this? - Oleg.

I'm sorry about taking the gun.

Oleg, where are you? - I think I'm in trouble

Sweetheart I know what happened OK?

Ineed you to be straight up with me. Are the police listening in on this call?

No I'm not with the police

I'm at Dez and Edele's apartment.

There's two other kids here. - What?

I thi... I think they're gonna hurt us. - What?

Oh Jesus

Come on, come on. Is this some kind of a joke?

Oleg, you have caused enough trouble today.

Where are you? - I don't know

I was in the back of a van

They brought us here. This room with all these toys.

They're making a video.

OK. OK, Oleg. I need you to look around for an address for me, OK?

Um... is there any mail laying around?

I'm in the bathroom. She's gonna come back any minute.

Bathroom, Jesus.

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know, um...

Er I don't know Just just call 911

No. I don't want to go back to the police.

Why?

They want me to say I got the gun from Mr Gazelle.

Do you need some help in there? - I'm OK

It's my stomach I'm almost done

Oh, you poor thing.

Well, I'm right outside.

Oleg? - I'm still here

OK.

OK. So look in the medicine cabinet.

Do you see any... any bottles?

Prescription bottles usually have the address on the front label.

Do you see anything?

Just Is there anything in there?

Oleg. What's happening?

Oleg? It's Dez. You wanna open up, please?

Oleg?

OK. Oleg?

Come on...

Oleg. Oleg. - Oleg?

What's going on?

Oleg?

Just open the door. - Mrs Gazelle, I got a bottle.

So now read me the address.

1456, Owens Park Lane, Hoboken. - Oleg open the door.

Oleg.

Let's go. Open the door.

Oleg?

Come on.

Oleg.

Wake up. Wake up.

We've gotta go get Oleg. Put your coat on. - I thought he was in jail.

Hey, Holmes.

I got a busted headlight. - Hey, Lester, my man.

Ouch. Who got over on you, bro?

Some puta whose forwarding address is gonna be in ten different zip codes.

All of them, dumpsters.

I got you covered by tomorrow night.

Hey, check this out.

Is that sweet or what? Hey. A royal flush put her in my pocket.

Three hundred cold puts her in mine. - No, man. She's a beauty.

Think I'm gonna hold on to her.

Five hundred.

Al won't miss them. Not until Cinco de Mayo.

Oh, Joe. Shit.

I'm under a lot of stress tonight, so whatever I say don't count.

Do I still have to go to school tomorrow?

I don't know. We'll see.

Remember me? - Who the fuck are you?

You got something that belongs to me. Snub nose .38.

You scored it off of Manny in a card game. Ineed it back.

Fuck.

I want my fucking gun.

Who the fuck are you huh?

Don't be fucking stupid.

Fuck.

You fuck. You fuck. Where's my fucking gun?

Help me. I'm burning.

Where's my gun? You gonna tell me where my gun is now?

If you don't tell me where I can find it you'll have third-degree burns. Know what that means?

No cock, asshole. You'll have a fucking melted dick.

I sold it to a pimp. Lester. - A pimp?

Shit. What you waiting on for?

Where can I find him? Where can I find him?

I need to fucking know now. - He booked a cab. Union Fleet. Ask them.

Stay here. Do not move.

I'm not touching it. Get away from me. Fuck you.

Ow, you little shit. Just bit me.

Who the hell is that? - I'll go see. Throw me my robe.

Take the kids into the bedroom.

May I help you? - I'm looking for Oleg.

Oleg. You must have the wrong address. - No. He's a ten -year-old boy.

He's pale. He never smiles.

He's my neighbour's kid. He called me from this apartment.

Owens Park Lane, apartment 303.

Well, he must have given you the wrong address.

Or maybe you heard wrong. There's no Oleg.

He said that he was being held against his will.

That's ridiculous. There's only my husband and my two children inside.

No-one else. And it's late. - Well...

I would like to take a look inside to satisfy my curiosity.

This is absurd. Are you suggesting I kidnapped Oleg?

You know what? I'm gonna call the police. I'm gonna stand here waiting for them to arrive.

When all's you gotta do is just let me in.

If you must.

Do you mind? - Go right ahead.

The children's room is on the right.

They are asleep.

Please go right in.

Hello. - Don't ask, it's too ridiculous.

Sorry, I'm really embarrassed.

Excuse me, but I seriously doubt he's hiding in there.

What's through here? - Playroom.

Whoa.

Wow.

You guys got your own little Disneyland in here.

Well, it's all about the children. And as you can see, there's no Oleg.

I really hope that you find him.

You hear too many stories these days.

God only knows if it were our children. - If it were your children... photographs.

Excuse me. - Photographs.

No photographs.

If they were your children, you would have...

at least one photograph somewhere in this apartment.

This is ridiculous. We only moved into this place. Everything's in storage.

Now I really must ask you to leave. I insist.

Oleg?

Oh, man. This is too much.

It's too much.

It's like some kind of a lure. - You're making a mistake.

Tell her to leave, Dez.

Ma'am, if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police.

Call them. Call them. And mention you've got two abducted children in the next room.

Two children who don't appear in any photographs in this house.

Where is Oleg? - How dare you suggest that we...

Oh...

Where's the boy?

Where is he?

Oh, my God. Oh...

You better pray he's not dead.

Back off, you sick fuck.

Jesus. Oh, God, help me.

Come on, come on, come on.

Isaid back the fuck up.

You sick, twisted, motherfucking cunt.

Oh...

Oh, wake up.

That's right. That's right. Breathe. You're gonna be OK.

You can breathe, Oleg. I'm right here.

I'm right here, just breathe.

That's right

Back off.

Isaid back off.

I will blow you away.

OK. Can you get up?

OK. Go to the bedroom. Get the two kids. Bring them downstairs. Nicky's there.

All right? Wait with him. OK? Move over.

Get out of his way.

I've got a safe in the bedroom There's 100000 cash in there and diamonds

All you gotta do is take the boy and walk away.

Oh, my God. Oh...

Oh, God.

Oh...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you sick fucks.

You're right. We're sick.

We are We're sick This is really great This is gonna help us...

Give me your phone. - Please, yeah.

What are you doing? - She wants...

Who are you calling?

911 What is the nature of your emergency?

I just heard shooting across the hall. 1456, Owens Park Lane.

What is your name ma'am?

You're not serious.

OK.

Hey. Hey, listen, one of your cabs just picked up my brother at Al's Automotive.

Yeah, well, listen to me.

I was supposed to pick him up, but there's been a family emergency.

So, what I need you to do is I need you to find out where the cab dropped him off at.

Yeah, call me back. My phone number's 555-7556.

Hello? Yeah.

Hey, wait, wait, wait. Hey, calm down.

What happened to your face? - It's nothing.

I need to talk to you, Joe. - Later.

No, now.

Why couldn't you have just taken the kid and left?

Why couldn't you have taken the kid and left?

I have never seen evil before tonight, Joe.

Real fucking evil.

OK?

And I know that's not what I see when I look in your eyes.

Thanks a lot, Tee.

I'm trying to make a point here. - I know what point you're trying to make.

I did not marry an evil man, OK?

I did not marry an evil man.

Shady, sleazy, mixed up with the wrong kind of people.

But definitely not evil.

I know what you're trying to say, Tee.

Do you?

I hope so. I have turned my back on a lot of things since we've been married.

My eyes are wide open on this one.

Nicky, go home with your mom.

Oleg, let's go take a ride.

What kind of music you listen to?

Huh?

You listen to that techno shit?

You listen to rap music? You like rap music?

They don't have what I listen to on the radio.

Yeah, what's that?

Kvasha. It's my mother's tape from Russia.

What the fuck?

Kvasha?

You're American, not Russian. Why listen to that shit?

My mother said I started in her belly in Russia, so I'm Russian.

You're not a Russian, you're an American, cos you were born in the USA.

You're an American. An American.

Say, 'I'm an American.' You say it.

Say, 'I'm an American.' Say, 'I'm an American.'

I'm an American. - American.

You were born in the fucking USA. That makes you an American.

Listen to this.

# SOUTHSIDE JOHNNY: I Don't Want To Go Home

He'll warm up the back seat for you when you're ready to get laid.

You mark my words...

# Oh I know that it's getting late

Fucking Kvasha.

Christ. You put me through the ringer tonight. You know that, don't you?

# I'm in no hurry baby time can wait...

Hm? - I won't say nothing.

Yeah, what'd you say to the cops?

What'd you say to the cops? - I got the gun from Stevie Monroe's locker.

He doesn't go there no more.

Nicky told me to say that.

Nicky told you to say that?

Smart kid.

He's my best friend. We're gonna play for the Razors.

Yeah?

Hello?

Yeah, that was me.

The Royal Towers? How long ago?

All right, thanks.

Hold on. We're gonna go reclaim some stolen property.

Don't worry about it. We're just gonna sit tight for a while.

You know...

...I used to know this kid.

His old man was a real fucking piece of shit.

Always drunk.

Always smacking him and his mom around.

This kid, he takes his licks... and waits this old fucking prick out.

On the morning of his 14th birthday,

he walks into his old man's room with a baseball bat.

Then he Mark McGwire's the fucking living shit out of him.

After that, the old man, he can't even hold a spoon without shaking.

He don't remember things too good either.

He's neutralised.

Which is a good thing.

Four more years max.

Maybe three if you get some size early on. You just gotta hang in there.

It's more money.

It's lonely at the top

Running these corporations...

Get your hands off Lester's property. That's my property.

I'm sorry

You stay right there Don't you move

Stay just like that.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ, not now.

Let's get in the cab.

I can hide it for you. - No, give it to me.

They're gonna think you got the .38 and frisk you.

Come on. Give me the fucking gun.

Yo, Joe. What you got there?

He's a Christmas elf. I found him hitching a ride on Broad Street.

Joey's a funny fucking guy, huh?

Let me take a guess, Joey.

You were just about to call us.

That's pretty good. You must have telepathy.

I must.

Give me your piece.

Think I'm fucking around?

How about that, huh?

Cocked and ready to go.

What are you, fucking nervous, tough guy?

You're gonna follow us, Joey.

The kid'll ride with us

Stay the fuck in the car.

Yeah? Nah, nah, I'm with him right now.

Are you 100 per cent?

You're a fucking idiot.

Nah, don't worry about it. I'm gonna take care of this motherfucker now.

Come on, what the fuck?

You're gonna fucking whack me?

Come on, man. I told you. You got any doubts, I'll tell you.

Shut your mouth. Shut your fucking mouth... now.

You see, my old man.

He says to me, 'Nobody...

...knows nobody.'

Would you fucking put that piece of shit away?

I fucking told you on my fucking family's... - Fucking family?

When I leave here, I'm gonna fuck Teresa in the ass.

That's how much I give a fuck about your family.

On my fucking family, it ain't the fucking piece.

How fucking far do we go back? How fucking long have we known each other?

Come on, what the fuck?

This is bullshit. - Like I said...

'Nobody knows nobody.'

You fucking take this...

Not in front of the fucking kid. - What kid?

Listen, you knock this fucking gun out of my hand one more time.

I'm gonna blow your fucking brains all over this fucking place.

And I'll fuck that kid up right in front of you. You got that, nigger?

Nobody knows nobody. You got that?

Shit. What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

You see, Pop...

reached out to a friend of ours in the department.

Had him pull the paper on Rydell's recent busts.

Turns out our friend Sal here was running his own little thing on the side.

Hey, Sal.

How's fucking business?

Huh?

A few weeks back, Sal gets bagged by Rydell and his partners.

They let him walk as a situated informant.

We just got confirmation ten minutes ago.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Oh, he's alone?

Go ahead. Give me the fucking number.

Have a Mai Tai on me, guys.

One Nike gym bag, 60 bucks.

You motherfucking guinea, cocksucking...

One Nokia cellphone... 100 bucks.

You have just fucked yourselves.

One ounce of Semtex...

500 bucks

Getting rid of a dirty cop...

...fucking priceless.

Now... the jury's still out on you, pal. So do me a favour.

Get your ass in that car and follow me. And hey. Hey.

Don't get lost.

I'm not fucking gonna.

Come on down. Come on down.

How you doing?

So...

You wanna see something really cool?

Mm?

It's called Jet Ice.

Black light paint.

You gotta do crazy shit like this to fill the seats

Now, Oleg...

this is very serious matter

This man.

He give you the gun to shoot Anzor?

Bullshit

He gave it to you. He told you to whack me.

Stop fucking protecting him. - You shut the fuck up.

Oleg You listen to me

Where did you get gun?

At school. I found it in a locker.

Don't you fucking touch him. Don't touch him.

Touch him and I'll fucking kill you. - You shut the fuck up.

Your turn is coming - Yeah? Well, fucking eat me.

You fucking Vor cocksucking bitch, fuck you.

What did you call me? - You heard me. Fuck you, you fucking bitch.

I'm impressed. You know Vors.

Vor v zakonye, the Brotherhood.

If you were smart man,

you would learn to fear this symbol.

Fuck you and fuck your brotherhood Vors.

Cos I don't fucking answer to you. Fuck you.

Gonna let him muscle me around?

We're just trying to establish some truth here, Joe.

To be honest, I think the man's got some grounds for inquiry.

That's fucking bullshit. I told you, I didn't give the kid the fucking piece.

Come on, Frankie.

Come on, what the fuck, Frankie? I told you. I didn't give him the fucking piece.

Don't let him hurt the kid, Anzor. Don't you fucking hurt the kid.

You fuck. You fucking motherfuckers.

I'm gonna fucking kill you. Oh, shit.

How's that feel Joey? Huh?

Fuck you, Tommy.

Don't you do this, Frankie.

Don't you do it.

Don't you fucking let him do this.

I'm not fucking lying.

I'm not fucking lying.

Fuck.

Jesus tell them what they wanna know.

Fuck, I told you I didn't know anything, Frankie.

Fuck.

A fucking human hockey puck.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Oh you're gonna kill me? You're gonna fucking kill me?

Give Anzor the gun. Kill the kid. - Frankie don't let him do this.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Don't let them do this

What do you want me to do? You brought it on yourself

No, don't.

Don't do it. Don't.

I'll fucking talk.

I'll fucking tell you whatever you wanna fucking hear.

No, my friend. First you will see that I am serious.

Then afterwards, believe me, you will talk.

Oh, come on. Jesus Christ, I fucking told you.

I fucking told you, I'll tell you whatever you wanna hear, you fucking motherfucker.

Finish it. Do it right this time.

No, Anzor. Anzor, look at me. Don't fucking do it.

Shut up.

Isaid finish it.

He's not your blood.

Don't fucking do it.

If you do it, I swear to God you better swallow a bullet.

There's no way you'd be able to live with yourself.

Trust me, Anzor. Don't do it.

Say something bad about the Duke.

Let me hear you call him a faggot.

Come on.

Say it. - No.

Shoot him.

What are you fucking doing?

Pick up the fucking gun

Pick it up

You do it

Gutless piece of faggot shit.

Come on faggot.

Isaid finish it.

Pick it up and use it.

Pick it up and do it.

Pick it up and do it.

Don't you fucking walk away from me.

Get up...

you fuck.

Fucking bullshit.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck you, Frankie. I ain't taking the fucking heat for you no more.

It wasn't supposed to go down this way.

What are you talking about? - Czar of Brighton...

Vor, whatever the fuck you are.

Fucking didn't like it, did you, your nephew was...

was cooking and dealing in the neighbourhood.

That's what he said.

He said, 'Oleg, send him a message.'

Said 'Let's use the kid '

Yugi

Would I put our thing in jeopardy for some two-bit fucking meth lab?

Think about it, OK? That's number one.

Number two.

I don't even live in that fucking neighbourhood. What do I care if it blows up?

The gun.

It was Tommy's. You fuck.

Tommy. Tommy, don't get involved in a goddamn jock fight. It's all bullshit.

He fucking put it in my right hand.

A fucking snub nose .38, stainless steel. It was Tommy's gun.

You motherfucker. I told you to get rid of that fucking piece.

Yeah, well, not to my fucking recollection.

He said, 'Interest the tweaker's kid in the piece.'

That's what he said. 'Interest the tweaker's kid in the piece.'

Ask the kid.

Ask the kid.

Mr Gazelle, he gave me the gun.

He said I'd get to go to the game if... if I shot Anzor.

It would make his friends happy.

I'm sorry, kid.

OK. OK. Fuck this bullshit.

Fuck you, Joey, you fucking bastard.

You're fucking dead, nigger.

Oh, I'm fucking shot. - That's some bad motherfucker.

Fucking Vor.

Fuck you, cocksucker.

You son of a bitch.

You're dying, motherfucker.

Where's the fucking gun?

Mr Gazelle.

Fuck you.

Oh...

Get off him, you fuck.

Do you know you got my son killed, you fucking scumbag?

Oh, Frankie.

I'm glad it's you cos there's something I've been...

I've really been meaning to get off my chest.

You rat cocksucker. All of this fucking time.

Yeah, this whole fucking time.

This whole fucking time.

But we don't have your finger on the trigger, so do me. It's one more nail in your coffin.

Oh, you got all that, do you?

How come it took you so long, then, huh, tough guy? Huh?

How come? So fucking long. Tell me.

You had to climb into bed with Yugorsky, didn't you?

I was all but out and you had to go and mix it up with the fucking Russians.

12 years undercover and my own wife don't even fucking know.

Oh, you cocksucker. You don't have to worry.

She ain't never gonna hear it from your fucking lips anyhow.

You fucking scumbag.

I'll tell her all about it while she sucks my fucking dick.

Come on. Come on.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What are you gonna do with that little boy?

You know that I had a little boy? My Tommy.

At one time he was your age

What are you gonna do with that, kid? What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do with that, you Cheerio-bred, little motherfucker.

Let's go home.

In position.

All right. On the other side. Let's go.

Jesus Christ, Joey, we got shorted out.

We lost you back in Newark.

You were headed for Little Odessa.

Air support finally made your Mustang.

I'm taking the kid home to his mom.

Joey, where are you going?

You're hurt. We gotta get you to a hospital.

I'm going home.

What are you thinking?

I don't wanna go home.

Well, I'm next door to you, remember, and I'm gonna be keeping my eye on you.

Why don't we get breakfast before we have to start making with the heavy explaining?

Get ourselves cleaned up a bit.

Hey, listen.

I'm taking Nick to the game on Friday night.

Maybe we could find another ticket.

If you would like to go, that is.

All right, that's good.

You want some more orange juice?

All right.

Well, er...

What do you say, we get out of here?

Well, lookie, lookie.

If it ain't little Charlie Bronson.

One thing about Lester. He always makes good on a promise.

Hey, asshole.

What the fuck are you doing?

You fucking piece of shit.

You big fucking... - Cocksucker.

In your face, motherfucker.

Say hello to my little friend.

That's real fucking original. What are you? A fucking cartoon?

I'm a Mac Daddy pimp. You know that.

And now I'm gonna cap your ass

When I'm finished with you I'm gonna take your little punk friend...

and I'm gonna put him in my posse.

And I'm gonna pimp him out for a couple of months.

And then I'm gonna take your knife and cut him from ear to ear.

Just like I should have done yesterday, you fuck.

I'm sure that sounds great to you in your pimp world.

But, listen. That's not the fucking thing you wanna do.

You wanna put down that fucking gun and walk away.

Cos I swear to fucking God, I'll fucking kill you. Stupid fucking pimp bitch.

Wrong.

Only one of us is walking out of here. Guess who.

Oleg, get behind me.

Oleg, get behind me.

Come on.

Oleg talk to me Come on. Talk to me.

You're gonna make it

Joey please You're bleeding

Fuck, fuck.

Look out. Look out.

Mr Gazelle. Stop the car. We need to get some help.

Tee...

Please Mr Gazelle. - Tee... I'm coming home.

Mr Gazelle, please. Stop the car. We need to get some help.

I've gotta tell her. - You're hurt.

I'm gonna make it home

You're bleeding.

God.

Oh, God.

Nicky, stay back. Stay back.

Oh, my God.

Joey.

Joey, please. Stop.

Mr Gazelle, wake up.

Mr Gazelle. Wake up. Come on.

Stop the car. Stop the car.

Please. Stop.

Joe?

Mr Gazelle, watch out.

Joe. Joe.

Oleg, wait. Wait.

Oh, God.

Mom. Mom.

Joe.

Jesus.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Nicky. Call 911.

Don't do this to me, Joe.

Don't fucking do this to me. - Oh, sweetheart.

I loved you.

OK?

Just remember.

I was always the real Joey.

OK? I wasn't a liar.

Shut up. Shut up. Look at me.

Look at me. Baby, look at me in the eye.

Joey, look at me in the eyes. I don't care, OK? It doesn't matter.

I'm gonna kick your ass over it later.

Stay with me, Joey. Stay. Look at me.

Look at me, I'm right here. I'm right here for you.

Nicky. Nicky, come here.

Nicky. Nicky.

He's right here. - They're coming.

They're on their way - OK.

We're still going to the game Friday, Dad?

I love you, Nick. - It's OK.

He wants to go to the game, baby. - Yeah.

We're gonna go to the game.

And fucking kick their asses, right, Mom? - They are going down big fucking time.

You have a bad mouth.

You have a... You have a bad mouth.

It's not that bad. You'll be OK. - Joe?

I'm right here.

Stay right... - I'm right here. I'm right here.

Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

Joe? Oh, God, no, no.

Oh, God, no.

Oh, God, Joe.

Get the kid outside. I don't want him going in there.

Luis.

Hey, Luis.

Hey. George?

The alternator's in the car. - All right.

Don't ever ask me to bury you again, Joe.

What did they put in that coffin really? - What?

What did they put in the coffin? - In the coffin?

Yeah. - Why? Did it seem heavy?

Yeah.

I don't know. I'm thinking, probably a couple of blue shirts.

Must have been Lashon and McCall.

Does that sound good? - And Kaimen.

You want some of this too? - For sure, Marishka.

Marishka, you want some of this too?

I'll take the both of you right now. How about that?