Running Scared Page #6

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Is that sweet or what?

Hey, a royal flush

put her in my pocket.

No, man. She's a beauty.

Think I am going to hold on to her.

I won't miss them--

not until Cinco de Mayo.

Oh, Joe. Sh*t!

I am 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 will see.

Remember me?

Who in the f*** are you?

You got something that

belongs to me, a snub nose .38.

You just scored it

off of Manny in a card game.

I need it back.

F***.

I want my f***ing gun!

Where the f*** are you?

Don't be f***ing stupid.

F***!

F***!

You f***!

You f***!

Where's my f***ing gat!

Help me!

Where's my gat?

You going to f***ing tell me

where my gun is now?

Tell me where I can find it,

or in about thirty seconds...

you're going to have third degree burns.

You know what that means?

No cock, a**hole! You're going to

have a f***ing melted dick!

I--I sold it to a pimp, Lester!

Say, what you waiting on?

Where the f*** can I find him?

Where can I find him?

I need to f***ing know now!

Buckhill Cab, Union Street!

Ask them!

Stay here. Do not move.

I am not touching it.

Get away from me.

F*** you!

The little sh*t!

He just bit me!

Who the hell is that?

I will go see. Throw me my robe.

Take the kids into the bedroom.

- May I help you?

- I am looking for Oleg.

Oleg? You must have

the wrong address.

No. He's a 10-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 here.

He also said that he was

being held against his will.

That is ridiculous.

There's only my husband...

and my 2 children inside--

no one else. And it's late.

Well, I'd like to take

a little look inside...

just to satisfy my curiosity.

This is absurd.

What are you suggesting?

That I kidnapped Oleg?

Or you know what?

I am just going to call the police...

and I am going to stand here

for the next half-hour...

waiting for them to arrive...

when all's you got to 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 even ask.

It's too ridiculous.

Sorry. I am really embarrassed.

Excuse me, but I seriously doubt

he's hiding in there.

What's through here?

The playroom.

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.

Where are 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

just moved into this place.

Everything's in storage.

Now, I really must

ask you to leave.

I insist!

Oleg?

What the hell

do you want me to do?

You let this b*tch in here

in the first place.

All right? Right. OK.

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 am calling the police.

Call them. Call them.

And be sure to mention...

that you got 2 abducted

children in the next room.

any photographs in this house.

- This is insane.

- Where is Oleg?

How dare you suggest that we--

Where's the boy?

Where is he?!

God.

You better pray he's not dead.

Back off, you sick f***.

Jesus. God help me.

Come on, come on...

I said back the f*** up...

you sick, twisted,

motherfucking c*nt!

Holy God.

That's right.

That's right. Breathe.

You're going to be OK.

You're going to breathe now, Oleg.

I am right here. I am right here.

Just breathe. That's right.

OK.

Just cutting through wire.

Back off!

I said back off!

I will blow you away!

OK. OK, get up.

OK.

Go to the bedroom,

get the 2 kids.

Bring them downstairs.

Nicky's there.

All right? Wait with them. OK?

Move over.

Get out of his way.

No, I have got a safe

in the bedroom.

There's 100,000 cash

in there in diamonds.

All you got to do

is take the boy and walk away.

My God.

God.

No.

My God.

My God.

You sick fucks.

You're right. We're--we're sick.

We are. We're sick.

This is really great.

This is going to help us--

- Give me your phone.

- Please. Yeah.

- What are you doing?

- She wants the phone--

Who are you calling?

of your emergency?

I just heard shooting

across the hall.

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--

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 just have

taken the kid and left?

Why couldn't you just have

taken the kid and left?!

I have never seen evil

before tonight, Joe.

Real f***ing evil.

OK?

And I know that's not what I see

when I look in your eyes.

That's a lot, T.

I am trying to make a point here!

No, I know the 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, T.

Do you?!

I hope so.

I have turned my back...

on a lot of things

since we have been married.

My eyes are wide open

on this one.

Nicky, go home with your ma.

Oleg, let's go take a ride.

What kind of music

do you listen to?

You listen to that techno sh*t?

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 f***? Kvasha?

You're an American.

You weren't born in Russia.

What are you listening

to that sh*t for?

My mother said I started

in her belly in Russia.

So I am Russian.

You're not a f***ing Russian.

You're an American. You know that.

because you were born

in the United States of America.

You're an American.

You're an American.

Say, "I am an American."

You say it.

Say, "I am an American."

Say, "I am an American."

I am an American.

You're an American. You were born

in the f***ing United States of America.

That makes you an American.

Listen to this.

This guy right here is going to be

warming up the back seat for you...

when you're ready to get laid.

You mark my words.

Oh, I know

that it's getting late...

F***ing Kvasha. Jesus Christ.

You put me through

the ringer tonight.

You know that, don't you?

I won't say nothing.

Yeah, and what about the cops?

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