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?
I need 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. I need 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 neighbor'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.
I said 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!
I said 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 100,000 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.
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.
Fucking Kvasha.
Christ! You put me through the ringer tonight. You know that, don't you?
- 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 neutralized.
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 favor.
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!
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!
I said 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!
I said 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 neighborhood.
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 neighborhood! 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? 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?
Razors.