Tulskiy Tokarev Page #3

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If there a girl being

held somewhere?

I don't know, I don't know! No idea!

Just tell him! I don't know!

- No, no, no, no!

- Talk to me, Oliver!

No, please! Don't!

- I love her, no, I don't know!

- What's that?

I love her, man!

No, no, no, no! Lisa, come here.

I need you to breathe.

Now I believe you.

See you around, Oliver

Jesus, I can't believe

I hit that rope.

What, you've never

done that sh*t before?

Hell no, I thought she was going

for a two-story swan dive.

- You're one harmful guy.

- Right, right, you're a saint?

- Nobody's seen or heard anything.

- How is that possible?

Paul, we've been rattling

jaws all night long.

Whoever took her, is

keeping their sh*t tight.

Got feelers out everywhere.

Somewhere, someone...

has to mess-up.

Right.

Paul,

We found her.

Thank you for your beautiful soul.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you for coming,

I'm so sorry, my friend,

- Vanessa, this is Francis...

- Francis O'Connell.

Hi, I'm Vanessa, I'm Paul's wife.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Call me Frank.

If you don't mind,

Frank, I have a...

some things I'd like to

attend to at the house.

I'll see you later.

Can we take a walk?

You've done really good

for yourself, Paulie.

I'm proud of you.

Smoke and mirrors, Francis.

That's not what I heard.

You got a nice, big house over

there by the Country Club?

And a beautiful wife.

You know, Paul, the

present situation aside,

you got yourself one helluva life,

don't you agree?

Is this going somewhere?

Things have settled down,

and the business is more civilized

than it used to be.

In the good old days, you remember,

the gutters were running red.

You remember that

night at the Four Ps,

and what those Russians

faggots did to me?

Of course.

But do you remember what I told you

because you wanted to

rush-in and kill 'em all?

- You said we lost too many already.

- Exactly.

I don't know what this

has to do with anything.

My neck, it's hurtin' to

look up to you like this.

Do you mind sitting down?

That's better. Eye to eye.

That's the thing I miss

the most, I guess,

to be able to stand over

somebody and stare 'em down.

Those simple, small things in life

that I'm not able to do anymore.

You know, like bangin'

a young broad, or

kicking somebody's teeth

down their throat.

But do I lash out, Paulie?

Do I show my weakness? No.

I bury it a long time ago.

I buried the hurt.

Just like you have to bury yours.

Hey, I'm not finished! Sit down!

Yeah, you better be listening.

Because I know you,

and know this unpleasantness

is eating at you,

and you're determined to

do something about it.

I'm asking you, don't.

Let the cops do their jobs?

Things are good,

I want 'em to stay that way.

Right?

Things don't look so good

from where I am, Francis.

If you won't listen to reason,

can you listen to a friend.

I did you a big favor

when I let you walk out.

I didn't have to,

you know that, but I did.

I let you walk out.

It's not every day

someone can just walk

out of the business,

clean, as you could.

But you could, you know why?

Because you came to

me and you asked me.

I did you a favor and now I want

you to repay me by doing nothing.

Let it go away, Paulie,

bury the hurt.

You understand me.

Yeah.

I understand.

Does anyone want cream?

No thanks, I'm good.

Your friend Sheila

still come around?

I don't know what we're

gonna do with all the food.

So...

Honey, do you mind?

I want to know.

No, really, you don't.

Hey.

- She's a peach, that wife of yours.

- So, what's the word?

No word.

O'Connell not only said to stay out of

it, but to keep an eye on you, too.

So what now?

I still have someone

inside the Force,

someone who won't report

back to your boss.

I do.

I can have him check into the case.

I didn't want to bring

this up, because...

we're not supposed to

bring it up, we...

No, it was a long time ago,

we did everything right.

Are you sure?

- Go, go, Danny, go!

- Go, go!

- Where is the key?

- Where is it?

- I ain't got it.!

- Where is it, a**hole?

- No! No! No!

- Give me his gun.

Sh*t, no, no, no, no!

It's your nasty, clean it up!

No, we... we did everything right.

Jesus!

Tell me about it.

How is it that a man with this

many past criminal associations

can turn legitimate businessman and I

can't get a re-file on my mortgage?

I mean, look at this!

Irish mob, Russian mob.

Twenty suspects, no leads.

When have you ever known

a criminal to just go clean?

No arrest doesn't mean no activity.

Maybe he's just been careful.

No, I just talked with him

a few days ago, he's a wreck.

If he was still dirty,

he'd know who did this.

This ought to narrow-down

the suspect list.

It's the ballistics

on the Maguire girl.

A 7.62 millimeter, fired from

a Soviet made Tokarev TT-33.

Well, it gets worse.

It crossed against three hits

tied to the Chernov family.

One in 1983, and two in 1988.

What does that tell you?

That whoever killed her,

hadn't killed anyone

for a long, damn time.

At least not with that gun.

This stays here.

Mr. Maguire.

I'm really very sorry for your loss.

Caitlin was... she was

really something else.

Yes, she was.

She worked really hard on that,

and I just thought that...

Of course, I'll read it tonight.

Mr. Maguire,

Would you like to collect Caitlin's

belongings from her locker?

Are you sure it's Chernov?

No, I'm not sure.

But whoever did it

used a Russian gun.

It was 20 years ago,

how could they know about us?

How?

They took his daughter,

and you think that's coincidence.

Yeah, well, I never talked.

And you never talked.

And I'm certain Paul never talked.

So, how would anybody know?

This whole mess just stinks,

Do you want me to tell him?

No, I'll tell him.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Is he in?

Maybe he'll talk to you.

Are you okay?

Fine.

I know it's hard.

Just because she wasn't my blood,

doesn't mean she wasn't

my daughter, you know.

She loved you,

Thank you.

Stay strong.

He's upstairs.

Hey.

It was when she was four.

What have you heard?

- Ballistics.

- Yes?

Wanna get out of here?

So, what does that mean exactly?

How's someone like you

get as far in your

organization without

knowing his guns?

Knives are quiet, I like knives.

Tokarev. TT-33.

It's an old army sidearm, HL clip.

And it's favored in

the Russian mafia.

Jesus.

Yeah, the Russians.

Coulda been a hit.

It coulda been a smaller faction

just lookin' for some ransom money.

Not one of 'em takes a sh*t

without Chernov's permission.

We never asked permission

to rob the Russians.

We don't talk about that.

I keep trying to get Vanessa to stay

someplace safe, but she won't listen.

- She won't go.

- So, what do you wanna do?

Call Danny.

Like old times, fellas.

Let's do this?

You're not understanding,

as we have a lot of money to spend

and we want to play some cards.

Clearly you have a problem understanding

English, we want to play cards.

- We want to play cards.

- Nyet! Private!

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