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Running Scared Page #6
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--
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,
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...
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...
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.
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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