Running Scared Page #8

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Don't f***ing do it!

Shut up!

I said finish it.

He's not your blood!

Don't f***ing do it.

If you do it, I swear to God...

you better f***ing

swallow a bullet.

There's no f***ing way you're going to

be able to live with yourself!

Trust me, Anzor. Don't do it!

Say something bad about the Duke.

Let me hear you call him a f*ggot.

Come on.

Don't do it!

Say it.

Shoot him!

What are you f***ing doing?!

Pick up the f***ing gun.

You pick it up.

You do it.

Gutless piece of f*ggot sh*t!

Come on, f*ggot!

I said finish it!

Pick it up and use it.

Pick it up and do it.

Pick it up and do it.

Don't you f***ing

walk away from me!

Get up...

you f***.

F***ing bullshit.

Frank! Frank!

F*** you, Frankie!

I ain't taking the f***ing heat

for you no more!

It wasn't supposed

to go down this way!

What are you talking about?

The Czar of Brighton.

Vor whatever the f*** you are.

F***ing Perello

didn't like it...

that your nephew was cooking

a dealer in the neighborhood.

So he said--

he said, "Well,

let's send him a message."

He said, "Let's use the kid."

Yogi, would I put

our thing in jeopardy...

for some 2-bit f***ing meth lab?

Think about it, OK?

That's number 1.

Number 2--I don't even live

in that f***ing neighborhood!

What do I care if it blows up?

The gun--

it was Tommy's!

You f***!

Tommy. Tommy, don't get involved

in their goddamn jackpot!

It's all bullshit!

He f***ing put it

in my right hand!

A f***ing snub nose .38,

stainless steel.

It was Tommy's gun!

You motherf***er.

I told you to get rid

of that f***ing piece.

Yeah, well,

not to my f***ing recollection!

He said...

"Interest the tweaker's kid

in the piece."

That's what he said.

"Interest the tweaker's kid

in the piece."

Ask the kid!

Ask the kid.

Mister, because he--

he gave me the gun.

He said I'd get to go to the game if--

if I shot Anzor...

and it would make

his friends happy.

I am sorry, kid.

OK. OK.

F*** this bullshit.

F*** you, Joey!

You f***ing bastard!

You're f***ing dead, n*gger!

I am f***ing shot!

You dancing bear motherf***er!

F***ing vor!

Scumbag!

You Russian cocksucker.

You son of a b*tch!

Die, you f***er!

You die, motherf***er!

Where's the f***ing gun?

Mr. Gazelle!

F*** you.

Get off him, you f***.

Do you know you got my son killed,

you f***ing scumbag?!

Frankie, I am glad it's you

because there's something I have been--

I have really been meaning

to get off my chest.

You rat cocksucker.

All this f***ing time?!

Yeah, this whole f***ing time!

This whole f***ing time!

And the only thing

we don't have...

is your finger on the trigger,

so f***ing do me!

And it's one more nail

in your coffin.

You got all that, do you?

How come it took you

so f***ing long, tough guy?

How come so f***ing long?!

Tell me!

You had to climb in bed

with Yugorsky, didn't you?

I was all but out...

and you had to go mix up

with the f***ing Russians.

and my own wife

don't even f***ing know!

You cocksucker.

You don't have to worry.

She ain't never going to hear it

from your f***ing lips anyhow...

you f***ing scumbag!

I will tell her all about it

while she sucks my f***ing dick!

Come on. Come on!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

What are you going to do with that,

little boy?

Do you know that

I had a little boy?

My Tommy.

At one time, he was your age.

What are you going to do

with that, kid?

What are you going to do with that?

What are you going to do

with that...

you Cheerio-bred

little motherf***er?!

Let's go home.

In position!

All right, Johnny!

On the other side! Let's go!

Jesus Christ, Joey.

We got shorted out.

We lost you back at Newark.

Last thing we heard, you were

headed for Little Odessa.

Air support

finally made your Mustang.

I am taking the kid home

to his mom.

Joey, where you going?

You're hurt.

We got to get you to a hospital.

I am going home.

What are you thinking?

I don't want to go home.

Well, I am next door to you,

remember...

and I am going to be

keeping my eye on you.

Why don't we get

some breakfast...

before we have to start making

with the heavy explaining.

Get ourselves cleaned up a bit.

Hey, listen.

I am taking Nick to the game

on Friday night.

Maybe we could find you

another ticket.

If you'd like to go, that is.

All right, that's good.

You want to get some more

orange juice or something?

Right.

Well...

what do you say

we get out of here?

Well, lookie, lookie...

if it ain't

little Charlie Bronson.

One thing about Lester...

he always makes good

on a promise.

Hey, a**hole.

Motherf***er!

Shoot that f***!

F*** him up!

F***ing piece of sh*t!

- Plug that a**hole!

- Cocksucker!

Sh*t!

In your face, motherf***er!

Say hello to my little friend.

That's real f***ing original.

What are you, a f***ing cartoon?

I am a mack daddy pimp.

You know that.

And now I am going to cap your ass.

And when I am finished with you...

I am going to take

your little punk friend...

and I am going to put him

in my posse...

and I am going to pimp him out

for a couple of months.

And then I am going to take

that knife of yours...

and I am going to cut him

from ear to ear...

just like I should have done

yesterday, you f***!

I am sure that sounds great to you all

in your f***ing pimp world and all...

but, listen, right now...

that's not the f***ing thing

you want to do!

You want to put down

that f***ing gun...

and you want to walk away,

because I swear to f***ing God...

I will f***ing kill you,

you stupid f***ing pimp b*tch!

Wrong! Only one of us

is walking out of here.

- Guess who?

- Oleg, get behind me.

Oleg, get behind me!

Come on.

Oleg, talk to me. Come on.

OK, got to make it home now.

got to make it home.

Joey, please. You're bleeding.

I got some, see? I got some.

Come on! F***!

F***!

Look out!

Mr. Gazelle, stop the car.

We need to get some help.

Come on. Got to meet T.

- Please, Mr. Gazelle!

- I am coming home!

Mr. Gazelle, please,

stop the car.

We need to get some help.

- What's happened?

- You're hurt!

- We're going to make it home.

- Stop the car.

You're bleeding!

God.

Oh, God.

Nicky, stay back, stay back!

Mila.

Joey!

Joey, please! Stop!

Mr. Gazelle, come on, wake up!

Mr. Gazelle, wake up! Come on!

Stop the car, stop the car!

Please! Stop!

Joe! Come on!

Something's wrong! Let's go!

Joe!

Oleg, wait, wait!

- God.

- Mom! Mom!

- Joe!

- Mom!

- F***!

- Nicky, call 911!

Don't do this to me, Joe.

Don't f***ing do this to me.

Sweetheart...

I loved you, OK?

Just remember I was always

stuck with Joey. OK?

Only once did I lie.

Shut up, shut up.

Look at me, look at me.

Hey, baby, look me in the eye.

Joey, look me in the eyes.

I don't care, OK?

It doesn't matter.

Whatever it is, I am going to

kick your ass over it later.

Stay with me, Joe.

Stay--look at me.

Look at me. I am right here.

I am right here for you.

Nicky! Nicky, come here!

Nicky! Nicky!

He's right here.

He's right here.

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