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Running Scared Page #7
What'd you say to them?
What did you say to them?
I told them I got the gun
from Steven 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 both going to play for the Razors.
Yeah. Hello?
Yeah, that was me.
The Royal Towers?
How long ago?
All right, thanks.
All right, kid. Hold on.
We're going to reclaim
We're just going to sit tight
for a while.
You know...
I used to know this kid.
His old man was
a real f***ing piece of sh*t.
Always drunk.
Always smacking him
and his mom around.
This kid, he takes his licks...
and he waits
this old f***ing prick out.
And on the morning
of his 14th birthday...
he walks into his old man's room
with a baseball bat...
and he Mark McGwires the f***ing
living sh*t 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.
Maybe 3.
If you get some size early on...
you will be all right.
You just got to hang in there.
because it's more money.
It's lonely at the top.
I am telling you,
this corporation...
Get your hands off
of Lester's property.
- That's my property.
- I am sorry.
All right, you stay right there.
Don't you move.
Stay just like that.
F***.
Jesus Christ. Not now.
All right, let's get in the car.
I can hide it for you.
No, give it to me.
They're going to think you got the .38.
Come on, give me the f***ing gun.
Yo, Joe.
Who you got there?
He's one of them
Christmas elves.
on Broad Street.
Joey's a funny f***ing guy...
Let me take a guess, Joey--
you were just about to call us.
That's pretty good. You must
have telepathy or something.
Must. Give me your piece.
Think I am f***ing around
with you?
How about that?
Cocked and ready to go.
What are you,
f***ing nervous, tough guy?
You're going to follow us, Joey.
The kid will ride with us.
Stay the f*** in the car.
Yeah.
Nah, nah.
I am with him right now.
Yeah, 100%.
I f***ing knew it.
I am taking care
of this motherf***er right now.
Come on, what the f***?
What, are you going to
f***ing whack me?
Come on, man,
I f***ing told you.
You got any f***ing doubts,
I am f***ing telling you--
Shut your mouth.
Shut your f***ing mouth now.
You see, my old man...
he says to me, "Nobody...
knows nobody."
Man, you f***ing put
that piece of sh*t away.
I f***ing told you,
on my f***ing family--
F***ing family? When I leave here,
I am going to f*** Teresa in the ass.
That's how much I give a f***
about your f***ing family.
On my f***ing family,
it ain't the f***ing piece!
Now, how f***ing far
do we go back?
How f***ing long
have we known each other?
Come on, what the f***?!
This is bullshit!
Like I said, nobody...
knows nobody.
You f***ing take
that sh*t off me--
- Not in front of the f***ing kid.
- What kid?
Not in front of the f***ing--
You grab this f***ing gun
out of my hand one more time...
I am going to blow your f***ing brains
all over this f***ing place...
and I will f*** that kid up
right in front of you!
You got that, n*gger?!
Nobody knows nobody! You got that?!
Sh*t! What the f***?!
Sh*t.
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 f***ing business?
A few weeks back,
Sal gets bagged...
by Rydell and his partners.
They let him walk...
as a situated informant.
We just got confirmation
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Get the f*** up.
Get the f*** up.
Yeah.
Yeah.
He's alone?
Good. Give me
the f***ing number.
Have a mai tai on me, guys.
One Nike gym bag--
You motherfucking
guinea cocksuckers.
One Nokia cell phone--
You have just f***ed yourselves!
One ounce Semtex--
Getting rid of a dirty cop--
F***ing 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.
Where the f*** we going?
Come on down, come on down.
Let him go.
So, Oleg...
you want to see
something really cool?
It's called a jet ice.
Black light paint.
You got to do crazy sh*t
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 f***ing protecting him!
You shut the f*** up.
Oleg, you listen to me.
Where did you get gun?
At school.
I found it in a locker.
Don't you f***ing touch him!
You don't f***ing touch him!
Don't you f***ing touch him!
I will f***ing kill you!
You shut the f*** up!
Your turn is coming.
Yeah?
Well, f***ing eat me!
You f***ing vor cocksucking b*tch!
F*** you!
What you call me?
Nah, you f***ing heard me.
F*** you, you f***ing b*tch!
I am impressed. You know vor.
Vor v'zakoni.
The Brotherhood.
If you were smart man...
you would learn
to fear this symbol.
Yeah, well, f*** you, and f***
your brotherhood, Boris...
because I don't have
to f***ing answer to you!
F*** you!
You going to let him muscle me around
like this, Frankie?
Well, we're just trying to
establish some truth here, Joe.
I mean, to be honest...
I think the man's got
some grounds for inquiry.
No, that's f***ing bullshit.
I told you...
I didn't give the kid
the f***ing piece.
Come on, Frankie!
Come on!
What the f***, Frankie?!
I told you, I didn't give him
the f***ing piece!
Don't you let them hurt
the f***ing kid, Anzor!
Don't you f***ing hurt the kid!
You fucks!
You f***ing motherfuckers!
I am going to f***ing kill you!
How's that feel, Joey?
F*** you, Tommy!
Don't you do this, Frankie.
Don't you do it!
Don't you f***ing
let them do this!
I am not f***ing lying!
I am not f***ing lying!
F***!
Just tell them
what they want to know!
F***! I told you
I didn't know anything, Frankie!
F***!
F***!
Sh*t, it's a f***ing
human hockey puck.
I am going to f***ing kill you!
You're going to kill me?
You're going to f***ing kill me?
Give Anzor the gun.
Frankie, don't you f***ing
let them do this!
Kill the kid.
Christ.
I am going to f***ing kill you!
Don't you let them do this,
Frankie!
What do you want me to do?
You brought it on your goddamn self!
No. No. Wait, no!
Don't do it!
Joey...
I will f***ing talk!
I will f***ing tell you...
whatever you want
to f***ing hear!
No, my friend!
First you will see
that I am serious.
Then afterwards, believe me,
you will talk!
No, come on!
Jesus Christ! I am f***ing--
Don't you--
I will f***ing talk!
I will tell you whatever
the f*** you want to hear...
you f***ing motherfuckers!
Finish it!
Do it right this time!
No, Anzor!
Anzor, look at me!
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