Running Scared Page #3
There was no sign
of forced entry...
but they did find some
interesting sh*t out back--
and it ain't even cold season.
Now, what do you think a search warrant
is going to turn up?
Dr. Cookson,
call Imaging Services.
Dr. Cookson,
call Imaging Services.
- Come on, where?
- It's this way.
Let's go.
Quick, come on.
Come on.
Go, go, go.
This way.
Be cool...
and let me do all the talking.
I am going to get you out of here.
Help you?
- Yeah.
- How much you got?
I got a lot.
Yes.
Oleg, it's Nicky.
Are you in there?
- Is this the spot?
- Yeah.
Now, where's the stash?
Last stall, motherf***er.
Go. Find the stash.
Find it.
Go on.
Find it.
Find it!
F***.
We're going to search
this entire f***ing park.
He might still be around.
What the f*** do you think
you're doing, white boy?
All right, drop it, man,
or I will f***ing waste the midget!
Come on!
He's just a tagalong.
Plug them, Dale!
Plug the motherf***er!
F*** him up!
I will f*** you up, man!
Just let my boy go!
Pop a cap in his ass!
Wait, motherf***er, wait!
Man, shoot this motherf***er!
Shoot that--
All right, stay right by me.
Here. Against the wall.
You stay right there. Don't you move.
You stay right there.
F***.
Hey, hey,
I didn't do nothing, officer.
I--I--I just came--
You put your f***ing hands
against the stall now!
Put your f***ing head down!
Oleg.
I--I told you to stay outside.
- Did you find him?
- Get the f*** outside!
Get out of here!
I am f***ing talking to you!
Turn around. What'd you see?
Did you find the gun?
Did you find the silver gun?
Did you find
that f***ing silver gun?
I--I--I don't know.
You want to study
for your G.E.D.? Here.
Look what you done
to my f***ing ride, b*tch.
It's just 6 weeks, baby.
Please?
I only been taking 1 class--
I still got time
to be pulling tricks.
for these f***ing airbags...
and what do I get in return?
F***ing night school?
I will quit.
I am super-proud of you
for showing some initiative.
Maybe I will even come
to your graduation.
But first you're going to give me
back my f***ing 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 I am going to put a smile
on your face, boy--
cheek to cheek.
You're going to be the happiest
little brat in school.
Say cheese.
Who's laughing now, you f***ing
gray meat limp dick motherf***er?
Mack daddy!
Who's macking now, b*tch?
Pueta!
You got some cojones, kid.
Let me see your fingers, son.
Is this--
Hey, hey. Is this your son?
I am taking care of him
tonight, OK?
Well, unless you have the name
and number of his doctor...
and I can get a prescription
over the phone...
you're going to have
to take him to emergency, OK?
Now, if you want me
to call you a cab--
I don't need no f***ing cab.
I need some spray sh*t for him.
Well, that spray sh*t happens to be
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 out in the back...
and we talk about it, OK?
- Look, lady--
- I will 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 f***ing do?
Get what he needs...now.
- It's Beclovent.
- Yeah, I know.
Beclovent, b*tch!
Come on, let's just go back.
No. No. If he turns up,
your mom's going to call.
T.
Sal.
Yeah.
Do girls really
get naked in there?
You will find out when you're 21.
I have seen Mom naked.
It's no big deal.
Trust me on this one.
It's always a big deal.
Stay here.
Put your hands together
for the sexy redhead...
Galaxy.
What?
It's taken care of.
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--
$2 million
for a round of drinks...
and the p*ssy
ain't even that hot.
Hey, baby.
Jodi, I am doing business here.
Jodi...
come on.
Get the f*** out of here.
$2 million.
Suck a dick, you prick bastard.
You don't have sh*t on us.
What do you think of this?
The cops never found these
at the scene...
just 2 dead narcs
and 3 dead Jamaicans.
Ballistics is going to reveal...
that the slugs
that killed my partners...
didn't come from the Jamaicans,
so there were others involved.
As for myself...
I was never there.
Well, dead guys tell no tales.
Yeah. Why don't you ask
your pal here?
What the f*** you talking 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 that you gave him
the gun to dump in the river.
Now, I am assuming that
because 2 hours ago...
his next-door neighbor
took a slug in the shoulder.
The shooter was the guy's
who was over at Gazelle's house
What the f***
you trying to do here?
You trying to f***ing play us?
Because you're wasting
our f***ing time.
This is goddamn
f***ing bullshit.
Bullshit? Bullshit?
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.
What the f*** is this guy
talking about, Joey?
He's talking about a f***ing shiny gun.
Big f***ing deal.
There's a thousand of them
on the street.
It ain't the f***ing piece.
Yeah? What were you doing
at the hospital...
when they brought Yugorsky in?
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--you know,
in a neighborly way.
She wanted me to go to see--
All right, you know what?
Enough bullshit.
I expect to find a bag
in this locker...
at Dominic Station by midnight.
If the bag is not there
one minute after...
I am taking you all down
any f***ing way I can...
even if I have to
manufacture the case.
And you know I will, because I got
the toughest mob in the world.
I am the law.
All right, stay put.
I am going to grab you a burger.
I am not hungry.
Yeah, but you didn't finish dinner,
so I am going to grab you something to eat.
Stay here.
Dad?
Don't go in there.
Let's just go home.
It's going to be all right.
No, it's not.
Hey, Frankie, how you doing?
- Hey, how are you?
- Yeah, it's good to see you.
Sit, Joe.
How you doing, guys?
- Hi, Joey.
- How you doing, man?
- Joey.
- I am fine.
You want some coffee,
something to eat?
Nah, I am good. But, listen...
I got my boy,
he's waiting out in the car.
I want to get him a burger
or something.
Tony, go and take care
of that, yeah?
Yeah, Tony, get him some fries
and a strawberry shake.
And don't scare him.
He don't know you're coming.
So, Joe...
I just got off the phone
with Ivan Yugorsky...
about this thing
with his nephew.
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