Running Scared (2006) - full transcript

After a drug-op gone bad, Joey Gazelle is put in charge of disposing the gun that shot a dirty cop. But things go wrong for Joey after a neighbor kid stole the gun and used it to shoot his abusive father. Now Joey has to find that kid and the gun before the police and the mob do.

Come on, kid!

Don't. . .fuck!

We're gonna make. . . fuck!

Come on, Oleg, stay with me!

Come on!

Come on, Oleg, stay with me!

Come on!

Stay with me! Oleg

We're gonna crash!

Nobody fucking moves!

Get down on the ground.

Now, you cocksuckers.

Oh, you're making
the biggest fucking mistake-. . .

Now, motherfuckers, down!


Eat the fucking floor!

Now, very fucking carefully.. .

Reach into your jackets and
take out whatever you're packin.'

And slide it under the bed!

Come on! All of you!

You better spend it real quick
shit bags.

You ain't long for this fuckin' world.

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

On all you Goombah fucks.

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

Go, go, go! Come on!

Come on! Move, move, move! H\urry up!

Get going! Move!

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Come on!

Come on! Now!

No, man.

We don't give a
fuck about these niggers.

Now, you spill perello blood
you're deep 6 invested.

Walk clean.

piss on pirello blood.

Fuck him !

l don't think so.

Kill them !

What? Where you goin'?

We can work this out!

Let's talk!

Fuck you!

Shut the fuck up!

Where the fuck you reachin?' H\uh?

-piece of.. .
-Tell you what.

H\ave a Mai Tai on me, huh?

Fuck me.

H\e's a cop!

Get the shit and let's go.

Now! H\urry the fuck up!

Fuckin' dirty mooks.


lsn't one honest cop
in this fuckin' city, huh?


Give me your gun.

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

Don't fuck it up!

Save by Lennon!

Never, dickwad!

Oh sorry, are you okay?

Oh, shit.

l didn't mean to do that.

H\ey, pops.

What are you doin' there
whacking off to the E Channel again?

Just wanna smell you.

Just like that.

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

My guess is my pearls
you've been promising?

No. lt's nothing
just a little recycling.

Joey, you are looking for trouble.

lf Tommy ever found out about that. ..

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

'Cause there's no way in hell
l'm gonna be thinkin' about gettin'. ..

. . .some of this right here

lookin' at you through
some glass window.

There's no fuckin' way.

Now Joey, come on.

No no no no no no.

No, Nicky's busy.

l'll be quick and real quiet, come on.

Quiet, l don't think so.

Quick, l can believe.

You know something, Mrs. G.?

-You're bad.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
l've got a rep.

Wow. Yeah? You got a rep?

You got a cruisey rep?

l heard she likes to make it
on washing machines.

On select occasions.
What else?

Oh, no. My sauce!

My sauce is burning!

-Wait, that's how l like it!

Ah, fuck! Come on!


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

Go find Nicky.

l think he's up in
the bedroom with Oleg.

Why's he always with that Russkie kid?

Don't he have no other friends?

Joey, you know, they get along.

lt's fine. What do you want?

l don't want
him goin' over there no more.

That's what l want.

l know.

H\e knows.

l'll go get him.

Yo. Nick. Dinner.

Dick head.


Can Oleg stay?

Babe, it's already been
3 times this week.

l'm sure his Mom would like
to have him home for a change.

lt's okay, l'm not even hungry.

l'll see you tomorrow. Go Razors.

You, go wash up.

Those hands are scary.

Good night, Oleg.

Goodnight, Mrs. Gazelle.

H\e's not even up there.

They turned the basement
into a sports complex again.

-You know. ..
-Come on, Tee.

H\ow many times you supposed to tell him?

Gerald, what do you want?

They're just boys.

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

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

Now go get your Grandfather.

l just washed my hands.

All right.

H\ey, Nick.

Razors and Blues Friday night.

120 yellow, pal.

No way!

lt's gonna be a total death
match between Chester and Erlich!

They're going home in body bags!

Red ice!

H\ey, can Oleg come?

H\e's never been to one game, and he's. ..

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

Maybe next time.

Go get your Grandfather.

Come on, man

Come on, man
make it different this time.

Get up.

l said, get up!

What is this?

Wolfgang Puck.

lt's your favorite.

lt's thick crust, you damn bitch.

l cut off crust for you.

lt will be better.

Bring me out a Moskova.

H\ey. H\ey.

Come here.


Watch this.

John Wayne in i&The Cowboys. i ..

l don't like cowboys.

Come on. H\e's the Duke.

Come, sit.

When l was a boy in Kishinev.. .

. . .we had no VHS, no DVD back then.

l remember l did a job for
this friend of my father.

l pick pocketed
a key off this Apparatchik.

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

lt came with 3 films.

Speedy Gonzales Tarzan of the Apes
and John Wayne in The Cowboys.

l watched that thing a thousand times.

Anzor it is getting cold.

l was 9 years old.

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

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

Now, John Wayne getting shot.

Because it was for kids
they left that part out.

l didn't know this. . .

. . .until l arrive in America
and see it on TV. ..

. . .for the first time.

l hated it.

l want my 8 millimeter 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.

This part's better.

Without Duke?

Where you going?

You don't walk out on The Duke!


She says he's always distracted
and he never finishes. ..

. . .his work and
she wants to get him tested.

Wait, he wants to get him tested?
Tested for what?

l think maybe, uh
attention disorder or something.

l'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.

And he don't use that word, period.

l don't want to be on medication.

You can't make me take it.
'Cause l won't!

Nick, don't even worry about it.

There's no way in hell
anybody's gonna put you on meds, okay?

Teresa, why don't you tell
that teacher to come down. . .

. . .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.

Okay, Buddy, she said
some great things too. She said. . .

She said that he's very bright.

She said he's very creative.

You left that part out before.

l like that part.

l got potential.

What are you doin,' are you takin'
a collection down there?

He must eat.

Little prick insulted 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!


He's a growing boy.

What did l fucking say? Sooka.

He has to eat, Anzor. Please.

Who puts food on this fucking table?

Not you, bliat!

l'm the big man of this house!

When l say the little shit don't eat
he don't eat.


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 a piece of bread.

Oh, shit, get down! Get down !

You okay? You okay? Nick?

Jesus, Joe, what the Hell?

Stay here.

Motherfucker. Motherfucker!

l'll kill that fuckin' piece of shit!

-Where are you going?
-You Russian piece of shit!

Fuckin' cunt.

Shoot my fuckin' house.

l'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

Dad, wait!

Get back in the house!

Get back in the-go!

Stay right here.
Don't you move.

You fuckin' piece of shit.

l'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

Get inside.

Joe. Joe!

What's the matter with you?

l just called 91 1.
Leave it for the cops!

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

You fucking piece of shit
l'm gonna kill you!

Open the fucking door!

Oleg is my friend!

-Get inside.
-He's my friend!

Joey, don't be a damn hero!

lt's Joe Gazelle from next door!

Open up!

Get back! You get back!

-Where is he? ls he upstairs?
-His room.

-His room.

Get down.

What the fuck?

Where's the kid?


Where's the kid?

Fuck him. l'm the one who's shot.

Who is it? ls he still in the house?

The little snot fuck ran out back.


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

What are you, a fucking idiot?

l didn't do this to myself.

Little prick would have done me too.

Look here.

Jesus, it's a fucking miracle.

Where'd he get the piece?

Where'd he get the fucking piece?

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

No! No way!

l got a .357 in the safe in back.

He had some fucking snub nose thing.

Silver. Chrome.

This is bullshit, Nick
now you tell me!

l'm not playin' around!

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

Not with me.

Well, he went back, Nicky.

Well l didn't know!

l swear l 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.

-Yeah, no, listen, listen.

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

The cops are on their way.

lf they find the gun. ..

. . .or they find the kid
and he talks, l'm dead.


Calm down. Calm down.

Yeah. Yeah.

We can get to him.

You can get to the gun
before the cops do.

Oh, shit.


Hey, so where you gonna take him?


Hey Mila, l think
you should go with him. Okay?

You should go with him.

l'm gonna look for Oleg.

Me and Nicky
are gonna go find him, okay?

And l'll get Teresa to stay here
in case he comes back, all right?


-All right, you should go.
-Thanks, Joey.

-Yeah, no problem.
-l'm sorry.

Yeah, no problem.
Yeah, we're gonna find him.

Don't worry about it.

Mother fuck.

Come on.

police officers.

Sir, do you live here?

No. No, actually l live next door.

l heard some gunshots
so l came over to see what's goin' on.

What did you see?

Uh.. .

l saw Anzor, my neighbor in the kitchen.

He'd been shot.

Did he say who did it?

No, he was screaming in Russian.

His wife asked me
to stick around for the kid.

He's out somewhere.

So you don't know who shot him.

-All right.

l'm gonna need you
to take a statement outside.

l can't have you
messing up the scene. Okay?

-All right.
-Hey, check it out.

No, l don't see nothin' inside.

Maybe all the way back.

Forget it. Leave it for forensics.

Sir, l need for you to wait outside.

Yeah. Right. No problem.

l'm fuckin' gonna have a heart attack.


l gotta find this kid, T.
l gotta find this kid tonight.

Nick, l need to know places, all right?

l need to know hideouts.

Go to your room right now
and make a list!

Nick, make a list!

l'm not fuckin' around, Nick!

Joe, just take it easy.

There's no fucking time!

Okay, now l want you to wait next door.

And the second he shows up, call me.

You gotta fuckin'
do something about this.

l can't have to keep
fuckin' talkin' to the cops!

You understand me?
The fuckin' gun is on the street.

This fuckin' whole goddamn
thing's about to blow up.

lf fuckin' Tommy or
any of those fuckin' guys find out.. .

. . .about it, l'm a dead man.

You gotta fuckin' help me.


Yeah, if l fuckin' have to.

Hey, grab your jacket, nick.
We're goin' for a ride.

All right, Nick.

l want you to stay in the car
all right?

Don't get out for anything.

And if l'm not back in one hour
l want you to call your mother.

She'll come and get you, okay?

Excuse me.

Who's in the other room?

ls that Yugorsky?

Gunshot victim?

Teenager. DUl car wreck.

l think they just lost a GSW in 3.

Lost? What, he's dead?


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.

O.R. number 2.
l think he's gone upstairs already.

That's this way?

Can l help you, Dr. Donaldson?

Yeah, the cops are waiting outside.

They need to run
a match on this bullet asap.

Well, l'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?

l'm not gonna do nuthin.'

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

You sure?

Talk to me, Nick.

There's this old abandoned
rec center in the park.

Me and Oleg would
hang out there sometimes.

Read comics.

He might be there.

Nice gun.

Detective Rydell, Narcotics.

l already made a statement.

l don't know who the shooter was.

Fucking niggers all look the same.

Yeah. Anzor Yugorsky.

Any relation to lvan Yugorksy?

My uncle.

The Czar of Brighton Beach.

l've been to his club a few 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.


l told you it was
just some fucking crack head.

Yeah. Well
l 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.

Now what do you think a
search warrant's gonna turn up, huh?

Which way?

This way.

Let's go. Quick.

Go. Go go go.

This way.

Be cool. And let me do all the talkin.'

l'm gonna get you out of here.

Help you?


How much you got?

Oh, l got a lot.


Oleg. lt's Nicky.

Are you in there?

This the spot?


Hey, where's the stash?

Last stall, motherfucker.

Go. Find the stash.

Find it. Go on. Find it.

FlND lT!


We're gonna search
this entire fucking park.

He might still be around.

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

All right, drop it, or
l'll fucking waste the midget! Come on!

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

plug 'em, Dell. Shoot 'em, man!

Fuck 'em, man! Fuck 'em up!

All right, stay right by me.

Right here. Against the wall.

You stay right there, don't you move.

You stay right there.


l didn't.. . l didn't do nothin,' officer.

l just came. ..

put your fucking head against
the fucking stall, now!

put your fuckin' head there!


l told you to stay outside.

Did you find him?

Get the fuck outside!

Get out of here!

l'm fuckin' talkin' to you!

Turn around! What did you see?

Find the gun? You find the silver gun?

Did you find the fucking silver gun?

l got no gun. l got no gun.

You wanna study for the G.E.D.? Here.

Look what you done
to my fuckin' ride, bitch.

Jesus, please, baby. please.

l've only been taking one class.

One class 2 hours a week.

l still got time
to be pulling tricks, man !

3 fuckin' G's l fronted you
for these fuckin' airbags

And what do l get in return?

-Fuckin' night school?
-l'll quit!

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

Maybe l'll even come to your graduation.

But first you're gonna
give me back my fuckin' 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?


Now l'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 gray meat. . .

. . . limp-dick motherfucker!

Mac daddy!

Who's mackin' now, bitch?

You got some cojones, kid.

Let me see your fingers, son.

ls this. . .Hey! Hey!
ls this your son?

l'm takin' care of him tonight, okay?

Well unless you have the name
and number of his doctor. . .

. . .and l can get
a prescription over the phone. ..

. . .you're gonna have to
take him to emergency, okay?

Now, if you want me to call you a cab,,,

l don't need no fucking cab!

l need some spray shit for him!

Well that spray shit
happens to be a controlled substance. ..

. . .ma'am, so what can l tell you?

Keep the change.

l can't. . .this is stupid.

l can't do this.

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

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

There's nothing l can do, lady.

There's nothin' you can do?

-Take him to emergency.

Okay. Nothing you can fucking do?

Get what he needs. Now.

lt's Beclovent.

-Yeah, l know.
-Beclovent, bitch !

Come on, let's just go back.

No. lf he turns up
your Mom's gonna call.

T. . .

Sal. Yeah.

Do girls really get naked in there?

You'll find out when you're 21.

l've seen Mom naked. lt's no big deal.

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

Stay here.


lt's taken care of.

Oh. lt's taken care of.

Lucky us.

Hey guys, sit down.

Have a seat. Don't be shy.

They make a good mai tai for a twat bar
but seriously overpriced.

2 million Dollars for a round of drinks.

And the pussy ain't even that hot.


l'm doin' business here.

Jody! Come on, get the fuck out of here.

2 milllion 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 2 dead narcs and 3 dead Jamaicans.

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

. . .didn't come from the Jamaicans.

So there were others involved.

As for myself, l was never there.

Wow. 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 snubnose.

A real distinctive piece.


polished up like a spic's hubcap.

Now, let me take a wild guess here.

l think that you gave him
the gun to dump in the river.

Now, l'm assuming that
he never got around to it,

because 2 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 2 hours earlier.

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

You tryin' to fuckin' play us?

'Cause you're wastin' your. . .

. . .fuckin' time
and this is goddamn fuckin' bullshit.

Bullshit? Bullshit, huh?

This punk, Anzor Yugorsky?

He described the gun
to me in vivid detail.

Makes mention it's as snubnose
with a serious shine to it.

The fuck is the
guy talkin' about, Joey?

He's talkin' about a fuckin' shiny gun.

Big fuckin' deal, there's a
thousand of them on the street.

-lt ain't the fuckin' piece.
-Oh yeah?

What were you doing at the hospital
when they brought Yugorsky in?

Huh? Sniffin' around emergency.

You know what l figure?

l 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. ln a neighborly way.

She wanted me to go to see.. .

All right, you know what?
Enough bullshit.

l expect to find a bag i at
Down Neck Station by midnight.

lf the bag's not
there one minute after. ..

. . . l'm takin' you all
down any fuckin' way l can.

Even if l have to manufacture the case.

And you know l will.

'Cause l got the
toughest mob in the world.

l'm the law.

All right, stay put.

l'm gonna grab you a burger.

l'm not hungry.

Yeah, but you didn't finish dinner so
l'm gonna grab you somethin' to eat.

Stay here.


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

lt's gonna be all right.

No, it's not.

Hey, Frankie. How you doin?'

Hey. How are ya?

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

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

Hey Joey, how you doin?'

You want some coffee
or somethin' to eat?

Nah, l'm good. But listen
l got my boy waiting out in the car.

l want to get him a burger or somethin.'

Tony, go and take care of that, hmm?

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

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

So, Joe. l just got off
the phone with lvan Yugorsky. . .

. . . about this thing with his nephew.

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

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

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

And he's cookin' meth in his backyard.

l know l told you this already
but it's just a matter of time. . .

. . .before he blows up
the whole fuckin' neighborhood.

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

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

Hey, it's a good deal.

-l don't want to 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 lookin' to knock him. . .

. . .out of the cookin' business
and helped the boy out.

Made a piece available to him.

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


All right, all right, look.


l made a personal reassurance to
Yugorsky that l will have my entire. ..

. . .crew in the street out
looking for that kid.

Now, in the interest
of professional harmony.. .

. . .l think we all want
to get our story straight.

You agree, don't you Joe?


Oh shit!

Hey kid.

How you doin?'

Your old man sent
this stuff out for you.


Ain't it a little late
for you to be out, huh?

l have twins your age.
They're in bed by now.

What are you, like, nine?

Ten. And a half.

l 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 the hell you doin?'
l thought l told you to wait in the car.

l 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. l have to go to the bathroom.


Yeah Nick, you go to the bathroom.

Have you decided yet?

l have a bus to catch, and.. .oh no.

l'll have a cheeseburger and a Coke.

l have to go to the bathroom.

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

l know.

Where is it?

Hey Nick.

Where the Hell are you?

l'm almost done.

Well hurry up. Come on, we gotta go.

and Razors.

Come here, wash your hands.
We gotta get outa here. Come on.

All right, Nick, listen to me.

l want you to think really hard. ..

. . .about where your friend
might be right now, because. . .

. . .the others are lookin' for him
and if they find him first-

They won't find the gun.

What did you say?

Don't you mess with me, Nicky.

l want you to fuckin' talk to me now.

Just promise me you won't hurt him.

Nick, l don't have time
for this shit right now.

Now fuckin' tell me.


promise you what?

What, l promise.

l swear to God!
l'm not gonna fuckin' hurt your friend!

Now just come on ! Just tell me!

Just tell me what you know.

Come on.

This one here?

No. Where is it, Nick?

l thought you said you put it in there.

l did. l put it right-

Then where is it? l thought
you said you put it in the tank.

l 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?!

l didn't.

Why did you lie to me?!

l'm not fucking lying!

l put it in there!

You just fuckin' kiiled me, Nick.

You just fuckin' killed me!

Come on.

l want you to keep an eye open.

lf you see anybody coming.. .

. . .l want you to cough really loud
all right?

You're like a broken record.

l'm tellin' ya
you gotta see this thing.

You better not be jerking my chain.

What are you doin' here, kid?

l was looking for the bathroom.

See, even the kid thinks
it's a shithole back here.

Shut up, Ralphie.

All right, listen.

You go on out through
that door there, turn left. . .

. . .go all the way down to the end
turn left again. ..

. . . and you're there. You got it?

Come on.

Uh, which door?

Come here, kid. Come here.

Hey, Yolanda. Wait up!

Where you goin' with my cheesecake?


You motherfucker.

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

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

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

Come on, baba.

Run, little man!

-Get off me!
-Easy, son! Easy. . ..

Do you know these guys?


Babe? Where the Hell are you?

l'm takin' care of things.

Well forget about it
because they picked up. . .

. . .Oleg at a bus station
with some hooker.

Who picked him up?

The cops?


Jesus Christ, this is fuckin' bullshit.

- 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 l'm doin.'

l'm bringing him home right now.

Do you mind?
l'm feelin' kind of parched.

Big game Friday night.

l bet you're excited about that, huh?

lt's gonna be red ice
and plenty of blue shirt bodybags.

Am l right?

Look, l could help you, kid.

You and your Mom, if need be.

Now l could get that
prick out of your life.

Lock him up.

l could do that, l'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.

l can get you an address.

You don't understand.

l belong to him.

No. No, l don't understand.

l 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.

l take offer.

Not tell them l'm pregnant.

When they find out.. .

. . .they insist l have an abortion.

l 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.

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

You okay?

This ain't right, Joe.

He don't need to be put through this.

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

l gotta go up to Community Hills.

Cops don't got the gun yet
but l might have a. ..

. . .line on it so l'm gonna go over there.

l'm scared, Joe.

l am pissed at you, and l am scared!

Equal measures.

Be careful.

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?

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

ln all the excitement
l forgot to do it, so. . .

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

Don't go too far.

Later, Joe.

Yeah, see ya.

Hey, T. Looking fucking good.

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, l don't think
l'm being clear enough here.

You know what l mean?

Let me be crystal clear.

You get the boy to give up Gazelle or
l'm closin' shop on your. . .

. . .tweaker ass and l'm takin' you down
fuckin' hard. Understand me?

Hey, cowboy.
Want to go get some ice cream?

Get the fuck away from my car.

-Hey, l'm looking for Manny perez.
-He's not here.


-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!

Where the fuck is he? Where is he?

Where is he?!

He play cards at Armando's.


-He's at Armando's.

Get the Hell out of the way!

Just stay right there.

What's your name?


Now you listen to me, Conchita.

You listen to me real good.

l don't want to hurt Manny.


All right? l don't want to hurt him
but he has something. ..

. . .that belongs to me.

A gun. Do you know anything about a gun?

No, no. lt's block 5, number 602.

That's where he is.


Listen to me.

We are now on what
we call the honor system.

You comprende?
You understand what l'm sayin?'

-Si, senior.
-Okay, you don't call Manny.

You don't tell Manny l'm comin.'

You don't warn him for anything
'cause if you do. . .

. . .l'm gonna come back here!

l can be an asshole.

You made your point.

You showed some balls.

l like that.

But now it's time to be smart.

You tell me what l want to know.

And l'm going to reward you.

Devil's season tickets.

l'm sorry.

lt's okay.

l told you, we're cool. Just tell me.

l'm sorry l missed.

You little shit.

Tell me where the fucking gun is.

You tell me or l will fucking kill you.


Where are you, you little shit?

Oleg! l'll find you!

l'm gonna kill you!

You're only making it worse on yourself!

Jeez, Edele
l think we've picked up a stray.

lndeed. Well, hello there.


And who might you be?

We should get another ice cream cone.

Oh, l think you're right.


You Manny?

No. He's upstairs.

What you want with him?


lf he owes you money, forget about it.

l just cleaned the cabron out.

Yeah? Who is it?

Heads down on the table
hands behind your head!

You hear me? l will fuck you up!

l will fuck you up!

Don't you move!

Get the fuck down!

Which one of you is fucking Manny?

Who's Manny?

Manny's not here, man.

Motherfucking pendejo!

You know what l want!

Blow me, pendejo, you fuck!

l want my fucking gun!

l want my fucking snub-nose.

You ripped it off.
Now, where the fuck is it?

Where the fuck is it?

Fuck you! Where the fuck is my gun?

Your tool left a while ago.


Fuck! Motherfucker!

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

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

That's super cute.

lsn't this cool?

Look back in the camera.

Now push that. Look in there.

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

Hey, Eric. You want to hug your sister?

Yeah. Come on, please.

-Get a little closer.
Come on.

-You guys love each other.
-You need a little hug.

-A little closer.
-Come on.

Extend the arm.

Come on, Eric.

You can do it a little better than that.

l mean, that's your sister, right?

You love your sister, don't you?

What about you, Oleg?

You want to be in the film, don't you?

My stomach hurts.
Can l go to the bathroom?


l'll just hold onto this.

Go outside.

Take a right and then a left.

Hurry, you're missing out.

Who wants to play dress up?

Oh, dress up!

We have the Burning Falcon.

And the Volt.

There you are.

l thought you needed to
go to the bathroom.

l couldn't find it.

Silly boy. l told you to take a right.

Then a left.

Come. l'll show you.

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


Mrs. Gazelle?

Who is this?

-ls this-?
-Oleg. l'm sorry about taking the gun.

Oleg, where are you?

l think l'm in trouble.

Sweetheart, l know what happened, okay?

Be straight with me.

Are the police listening?

No. l'm not with the police.

l'm at Dez and Edele's apartment.

There's two little kids here.

-l think they're gonna hurt us.

Oh Jesus.

Oh my God, Oleg.
ls this a joke?

Oleg, you have
caused enough trouble today.

-Where are you?
-l don't know.

l was in the back of a van.

They brought us here.
This room with toys.

They're making a video.

Okay, Oleg.

l need you to look around
for an address for me, okay?

ls there any mail laying around?

l'm in the bathroom.

She's gonna come back.

Bathroom, Jesus.
l don't know.

l don't know.

l don't know, um. ..

Uh, l don't know.

Just call 91 1.

l don't want to go back to the police.


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

Do you need some help in there?

l'm okay.

lt's my stomach.

l'm almost done.

Oh, you poor thing.

Well, l'm right outside.


l'm still here.

Okay, so look in the medicine cabinet.

Do you see any bottles?

prescription bottles usually
have the address on the front label.

Do you see anything?

ls there anything in there?

Oleg! What's happening?

Oleg? You want to open up, please?


Okay. Oleg?

Oleg? Oleg!

What's going on?


Just open the door!

Mrs. Gazelle, l got a bottle.

Read me the address.

1456. . .Hoboken.

Let's go! Open the door!


Wake up. Wake up!

We've got to go get Oleg.

Come on, put your coat on.

l thought he was in jail.

Hey, Holmes. l 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.

l got you covered by tomorrow night.

Hey, check this out.

ls that sweet, or what?

A royal flush put her in my pocket.

300 cold puts her in mine.

No, man. She's a beauty.

Think l'm gonna hold on to her.

Five hundred.

Al won't miss them.

Not until Cinco de Mayo.

The number you are
trying to reach is unavailable.

Oh, Joe! Shit!

l'm under a lot of stress tonight.

Do l still have to go to school?

l don't know. We'll see.

Remember me?

Who the fuck are you?

You got something that's mine.

Snub-nose 38.
You scored it off of Manny.

l need it back.

l want my fucking gun!

Don't be fucking stupid!


You fuck! You fuck!

Where's my fucking jack?

Help me, l'm burning!

Where's my jack?

You gonna fucking
tell me where my gun is now?

lf l don't find out in about eight
seconds you're gonna feel the grease!

Help me! Jesus!

You talk, asshole!

You have a melting dick!

l sold it to a pimp. Lester!

Shit! What you waiting on for?

Where can l find him?

l need to know now!

He took a cab! Union Fleet! Ask them !

Stay here. Do not move.

l'm not touching it.

Get away from me. Fuck you!

Ow, you little shit!

Who the hell is that?

May l help you?

l'm looking for 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.

He must have given you
the wrong address.

There's no Oleg here.

He said he was being
held against his will.

There is only my husband
and my two children inside.

No one else.

And it's late.

l'd like to take a
look inside to satisfy my curiosity.

Are you suggesting l kidnapped Oleg?

l'm gonna call the police.

l'm gonna wait here for them to arrive.

Or just let me in.

lf you must.

-Do you mind?
-Go right ahead.

The children's room is on the right.

They are asleep.

please go right in.

-Don't even ask.

l'm sorry.

l'm really embarrassed.

Excuse me!

l doubt he's hiding in there.

-What's through here?

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.

l hope that you find him.

You hear too many stories these days.

God only knows if it were our children.

lf it were your children, photographs.

Excuse me!


No photographs.

lf they were your children
you would have at least one photograph. . .

. . .somewhere in this apartment.

We only just moved into this place.

Everything's in storage.

Now l really must ask you to leave!

l insist!


Oh, man. This is too much.

This is too much.
lt's like some kind of a lure.

You're making a mistake.

Tell her to leave, Dex.

Ma'am, if you don't leave right now.

-l'm calling the police.
-Call them !

You've got two abducted
children in that room !

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

-This is insane.
-Where is Oleg?

How dare you suggest that we. . .

Where's the boy?

Where is he?

Oh my God. Oleg!

You better pray he's not dead.

Back off, you sick fuck!

Jesus, oh God help me. Come on!

l said back the fuck up!

You sick, twisted, Motherfucking cunt!

Oh, that's right.

That's right!

Breathe. You're gonna be okay.

You can breathe now. l'm right here.

l'm right here, just breathe.


Back off!

l said back off!

l will blow you away!

Okay. Can you get up?


Go to the bedroom.
Take the kids downstairs.

Nicky's there.

All right? Wait with him.

Okay? Move over.

Get out of his way!

l've got a safe with
a hundred thousand cash and diamonds.

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

Oh my God. Oh. Oh God.

Oh God, no.

Oh my God.

Oh, you sick fucks.

Right, we're sick.

This is great. This is gonna help us.

Give me your phone.

-What are you doing?

-She wants the phone.
-Who are you calling?

911 .. .what is your emergency?

l just heard shooting across the hall.

1456 Owens park.

What is your name?

You're not serious.

Oh no!


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

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

l need you to find out
where the cab dropped him off at.

Yeah, call me back.

My number's 555-7556.


Yeah. Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, calm down.

What happened to your face?

-lt's nothing.
-l need to talk to you.

-No, now!

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

l have never seen evil
before tonight, Joe.

Real fucking evil, okay?

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

Thanks a lot, Ter.

l'm trying to make a point here!

l know what point you're trying to make!

l did not marry an evil man.

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

But, definitely not evil.

l know what you're trying to say, T.

Do you?

l hope so.

l have turned my back on
a lot of things.

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?

Rap music? You like rap music?

My kind of music isn't on the radio.

What's that?

Kvasha. lt's my mother's. . .

. . .tape from Russia.

What the fuck? Kvasha?

You're American.

Why are you listening to that?

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

You're not a Russian. You know that.

You were born in the USA, an American.


Say, i&l'm an Americani .. .

Say it.

Say, i&l'm an Americani .. .

l'm an American.

You're an American.

You were born in the USA.

That makes you an American.

Listen to this.

This guy is gonna help you get laid.

You mark my words.

Fucking Kvasha.

You put me through the ringer tonight
you know that?

-l won't say nothing.

What'd you say to the cops?

What'd you say?

l told them l got the gun
from Stevie Monroe's locker.

He's not there now.

Nicky told me to say that.

Nicky told you that?

Smart kid.

He's my best friend.

We're both gonna play for the Razors.

Yeah? Hello?

Yeah, that was me.

Royal Towers? How long ago?

All right, thanks.

We're gonna reclaim
some stolen property.

Don't worry about it.

We're just gonna sit tight for a while.

You know?

l 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 McGuire's
the 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.

Three if you get some size early on.

You just gotta hang in there.

Hands off Lester's property.

lt's my property.

You stay right there. Don't you move.

Stay just like that.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ, not now.

Let's get a cab.

-l can hide it.

They'll think you got the 38.

They're gonna frisk you.

Give me the gun.

Yo, Joe. What do you got there?

Christmas elf.

Found him hitching a ride on Broad St.

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.

l must. Give me your piece.

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, l'm with him right now.

Are you 100% ?

You're a fucking idiot.

No, don't worry about it.

l'm gonna take care of
this fucker right now.

Come on, what the fuck?

You're gonna fucking whack me?

l told you, if you got any doubts
l'll tell you.

- Shut your fucking mouth now.
-Come on !

You see, my old man.

He says to me, i Nobody knows nobody. i ..

Would you fucking put
that piece of shit away?

l fucking told you
on my fucking family's.. .

Family? Tonight
l'm gonna fuck Teresa in the ass.

That's how much
l care about your family.

On my fucking family
it ain't the fucking piece!

Now, how far do we go back?

We've known each other forever.

Come on, what the fuck?

This is bullshit!

Like l said.

i Nobody knows nobody. i ..

You fucking chump.

Not in front of the kid.

What kid?

You touch this gun one more time
l'll blow your brains out.

l'll fuck that kid up
right in front of you!

Got that, nigger?

Nobody knows nobody!

You got that?

Shit! Fuck!

Oh shit.

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 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 got confirmation a half an hour ago.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

Get the fuck up.


Yeah? Oh, he's alone?

Go ahead.

Give me the fucking number.

Have a Mai-Tai on me, guys.

One Nike gym bag, sixty bucks.

You Motherfucking guinea, cocksucking-

One Nokia cell phone, a hundred bucks.

You have just fucked yourselves!

One ounce of Symtex. . .

. . .five hundred dollars.

Getting rid of a dirty cop.. .

. . .fucking priceless.

The jury's still out on you.

So do me a favor.

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

Don't get lost.

You fucking going?

Come on down.

How you doing?

So, Oleg?

You want to see something really cool?

lt's called Jet lce.

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?


He gave it to you!

He told you to whack me!

Stop protecting him!

You shut the fuck up.

Oleg. You listen to me.

Where did you get gun?

At school. l found it in a locker.

Don't touch him!

You don't fucking touch him!

You shut the fuck up!

Your turn is coming.

Well, fucking eat me!

You fucking Vor. . .

. . .cocksucking bitch, fuck you !

What did you call me?

Oh, you heard me, you fucking bitch.

l'm impressed.

You know Vors.

Vor V zakonye, the Brotherhood.

lf you were smart man
you would know to fear this symbol.

Fuck you and fuck your brotherhood Vors.

Cause l don't have to answer to you.

Fuck you.

You gonna let him do this?

We're just trying to
establish some truth here.

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

That's bullshit! l told you!

l didn't give the kid the piece!

Come on, Frankie!

l didn't give him the fucking piece!

Don't let him off the kid, assholes.

Don't you off the kid!

You motherfuckers!

l'm gonna fucking kill you!

How's that feel, Joey? Huh?

Fuck you!

Don't you do this, Frankie.

Don't you do it!

Don't you let him do this!

l'm not fucking lying!

l'm not fucking lying! Fuck!

Fuck, l told you
l didn't know anything, Frankie! Fuck!

Use him as a human hockey puck.

l'm gonna fucking kill you!

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

What are you?

Give Anzor the gun.

Kill the kid.

l'm gonna fucking kill you.

Don't you let them do this, Frankie.

What do you want me to do. . .

No don't!

Don't do it!


l'll fucking talk!

l'll tell you whatever
you wanna fucking hear!

No, my friend!

First you will see that l am serious.

Then afterwards
believe me, you will talk!

Oh, come on! Jesus Christ
l fucking told you.

l'll tell you whatever you want to hear.

You motherfucker.

Finish it! Do it right this time!

No, Anzor! Anzor, look at me!

Don't do it!

Shut up!

l said finish it.

He's not your blood!

Don't do it!

lf you do it, l swear to God
you better swallow a bullet!

There's no way
you could live with yourself!

Trust me, Anzor!

Don't do it!

Say something bad about the Duke.

Let me hear you call him faggot.

Come on!

Say it.

Shoot him !

What are you fucking doing?

Fucking, pick it up.

Do it.

Cut this piece of faggot shit!

Come on, faggot!

l said finish it!

pick it up and use 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!

l ain't taking the heat for you no more.

lt wasn't supposed to go down this way!

What do you mean?

Czar of Brighton, Vor
whatever the fuck you are!

Your nephew's cooking and
dealing in the neighborhood.

That's what he said.

He said, i&Oleg, send him a message! i ..

He said, i&Let's use the kid ! i ..


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

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

Number two.

l don't even live in that
fucking neighborhood!

What do l care if it blows up?

The gun.

lt was Tommy's! You fuck!

Tommy! Tommy, don't get
involved in a goddamn jock fight.

lt's all bullshit!

He fucking put it in my right hand.

A fucking snub-nose 38, stainless steel.

lt was Tommy's gun!

You motherfucker.

l told you to get rid of
that fucking piece.

Not to my fucking recollection!

He said : i lnterest the
tweaker's kid in the piece. i ..

That's what he said.

lnterest the tweaker's kid in the piece.

Ask the kid!

Ask the kid.

Mr. Gazelle, he gave me the gun.

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

lt would make his friends happy.

l'm sorry, kid.

Okay. Okay.

Fuck this bullshit.

You're dead!

Oh my fucking God.


Fucking Vor!

Mr. Gazelle!

Fuck you.

Oh fuck, Tommy. No!

Get off him, you fuck!

You know you got my son killed
you scumbag!

Oh, Frankie.

l'm glad it's you.

Cause there's something
l've been meaning to get off my chest.

You rat.

All of this fucking time!

Yeah, this whole fucking time! . . .

. . .Pull the trigger and do me!

lt's one more nail in your coffin!

Oh, you got all that, do you?

How come it took you so long then
huh? How come?

So long! Tell me!

You had to climb into bed with Yugorsky.

l was almost out
but you mixed with the Russians.

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

You cocksucker.
You don't have to worry.

She ain't gonna hear it
from your lips anyhow!

You fucking scumbag!

l'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?
You know that l had a little boy?

At one time he was your age.

What are you gonna do with that, kid?

What are you gonna do with that
little motherfucker!

You gonna do me?

Let's go home.

Jesus Christ, Joey, we got shorted out.

We lost you back in Newark.

Last thing we heard
you were headed for Little Odessa.

We finally made your Mustang.

l'm taking the kid home to his mom.

Where are you going?

You're hurt.
You need a hospital.

l'm going home.

What are you thinking?

l don't wanna go home.

Well, l'm next door and
l'm gonna be keeping my eye on you.

Why don't we get breakfast before

we have to start making
with the heavy explaining?

Let's clear this.

Hey, listen.

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

Maybe we could find another ticket.

lf you would like to go, that is.

All right, that's good.

You want more orange juice?

All right.

Let's get out of here.

Well, lookie, lookie.

lf it ain't little Charlie Bronson.

One thing about me.

He always makes good on a promise.

Hey, asshole!

Say hello to my little friend.

That's real original.

What are you? A fucking cartoon?

l'm a mac daddy pimp.

You know that.

And now l'm gonna cap your ass.

When l'm done with you
l'm gonna take your little friend.

And l'm gonna put him in my posse.

pimp him out for a couple of months!

Gonna take that knife of yours and
cut him from ear to ear!

Just like l should have done yesterday!

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

But, that's not
the thing you want to do!

put down that gun!

Walk away.

Cause l swear to God
l'll fucking kill you!

Dumb fucking pimp bitch!


Only one of us is walking out of here.

-Guess who.
-Oleg, get behind me.

Oleg, get behind me!

Come on!

l've gotta tell her. Come on!

You bleeding!

-Fuck, fuck!
-Mr. Gazelle!

We're gonna crash!

Mr. Gazelle, please!

Stop the car. We need help.

Mr. Gazelle!

l'm coming home!

lt's better this way.

Mr. Gazelle! Please stop the car.

We need to get some help.

l've gotta tell her.

Oh, come on!

You hurt!
We need to get some help.

You bleeding!

Oh God!

Nicky, stay back!

Stay back!

Oh my God.

Mr. Gazelle! Wake up!

Mr. Gazelle! Wake up! come on!

Stop the car!

please! Stop!

Come on!

Mr. Gazelle! Watch out!


Oleg, wait!

Wait! Oh God!

Mom ! Mom !



-Oh fuck! Fuck!
-Nicky! Call 91 1 !

Don't do this to me, Joe.

Don't fucking do this to me.

Oh, sweetheart.

l loved you.

Okay? Just remember.

l was always the real Joey.

Okay? l wasn't a liar.

-l wasn't a liar.
-Shut up. Baby, look at me in the eye.

Baby, look at me in the eyes.

l don't care. lt doesn't matter.

l'm gonna kick your ass over it later.

Stay with me, Joey! Stay! Look at me!

Look at me!

l'm right here for you!

Nicky! Nicky, come here!

Nicky! Nicky!

He's right here.

They're coming.


We're still going to the game
Friday night, right dad?

l love you, Nick!

lt's okay.

He wants to go to the game, baby.

Yeah. We're gonna go to the game.

Gonna kick ass.

They are going down big fucking time!

You have a bad mouth.

Chill out, man.
You'll be okay.


l'm right here.

Stay right
l'm right here.

Joe? Joe? Joe? Joe?

Oh God, no, no!

Oh God, no!

Oh God, Joe!


Hey, Luis. Hey.


The alternator's in the car.

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

So, what did they put in that coffin?


What did they put in the coffin? Why?

Did it seem kind of heavy?

-l don't know.

l'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?


You want some of this too?

l'll take the both of you right now.

Right in this house, how about that?


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