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 favor.
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.
I said, get up!
What is this?
Wolfgang Puck. It's your favorite.
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.
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...
I saw Anzor, my neighbor, 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. I need 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 Ivan 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.
I still 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?
Puñneta!
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!
I need 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.
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 neighbor 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 neighborly 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 Ivan 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 neighborhood.
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.
NICK 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. I swear 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...
TOMM Y 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?
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?
- 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 honor system. You comprende?
- You understand? - Si, señnor.
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!
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.