Tulskiy Tokarev Page #5

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What's up?

You didn't check your phone?

I was just blowing-off a

little steam with Amber.

Why aren't you at your house?

'Cause you don't bang strippers in

your home. What's going on?

- They got Kane.

- Oh, Jesus.

And you didn't answer your phone.

I told you, I was havin' fun, I...

All this action, I couldn't

wind-down, I needed a release.

While you were gettn' high,

and getting your dick wet,

they got Kane.

Paulie, let me get you

a drink, all right?

How's the old bladder feeling?

Is it full?

Why are you killing my men?

Why would you be so stupid?

What could you

possibly have to gain.

I can do it much longer than you can.

- Caitlin Maguire.

- Who?

You killed Caitlin Maguire, Paul

Maguire's daughter, that's the truth.

The former criminal,

who lost his daughter?

- He thinks I did it?

- He knows you did it.

That is a terrible accusation.

Why would I kill the little girl?

Why would I do such a thing?

She was killed with that

Russian gun, a Tokarev.

You're not looking so good, Mr. Kane.

I can stop if you like.

Why?

Revenge.

We hit the bank guard for the money.

We cut his hand off, we killed him.

We were kids.

You killed Ivan?

You killed my brother?

You started that war.

Call that gimp O'Connell.

When was your stint?

Four years ago I got out.

- And how long were you inside?

- What difference does it make?

Just answer the question, how long?

Five years on an eight year sentence.

Aggravated assault, possession.

Right, yeah, I remember

when it went down.

All over the papers.

A crate full of Israeli sub-machine

guns and all you got was possession.

- Plea bargain?

- No!

And I don't like what

you're gettin' at.

What am I getting at?

Paulie...

No one has one clue

who killed my daughter.

Not one.

Took-up all those Russians last night,

not a single one of them knew anything,

if they did, they woulda

cracked, so YOU tell me.

Paulie, I did not rat and you know

I wouldn't rat, it was the driver.

He didn't know sh*t! Never saw our

faces, never knew what hit him.

- Paulie, listen to me.

- But you shot him!

So, now, we'll never know.

Paulie, you gotta listen to me,

all right? Just listen to me.

The whole reason I'm

back with O'Connell?

Is because I didn't

drop a dime on nobody!

I got a light rap because they

misplaced some of the evidence.

How about, still, you went down

nine years ago, so that was what?

What? That was two, three years

after we split the cash?

So, what are you getting at?

The weapons you got

caught with, did you use

the money to buy them,

and don't lie to me.

Yeah, of course I did. What the hell?

What's the big deal?

What's the big deal?

They took Caitlin and they shot her.

Maybe... maybe that's

not a big deal to you,

but it's a pretty

f***in' big deal to me.

And the only reason they would do

something like that is if someone talked.

No one asked you, no one asked you where

you got the money for those guns.

O'Connell didn't want to

know how you knew how you

could pull-off something

like that on your own?

- Paulie!

- Yeah?

- I've always been loyal.

- You've always been an idiot!

Screw you, Paulie!

Nothing's ever your fault.

There's always someone else to blame,

always someone there

to bail you out.

Who... who's bailing you out now?

Who's man are you now?

Are you my man?

Are you Chernov's man?

- Are you O'Connell's man?

- Take it easy, Paulie! Easy!

- Knock it off!

- You talked!!!!!

I didn't talk!

Someone got to your boss.

They take care of you,

make those guns go away.

That's not what...

O'Connell talked,

and now my daughter's dead!

We swore not to talk about it,

not to spend the money,

not to draw attention to ourselves!

- I'm not a rat!

- You are a rat!

- Rat! Rat! Rat!

- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

You... you swore it!

Paulie, sh*t, man!

I loved you, and you swore.

Danny, come on, Danny.

Danny.

You got to get up, Man.

Get up, Danny!

Danny.

I'm with you, bro.

What is so damned

important you had to pull

me away from my

nephew's football game?

Anton.

I believe that belongs to you.

No, hasn't been mine

for many, many years.

- I have no responsibility.

- Responsibility?

When I was nineteen years old,

I was the number one,

light heavyweight champion in the Soviet

Olympic Boxing Team, did you know this?

No, I don't like sports.

And especially not Soviet Sports.

I had a shot at number one.

I could have been the champion, except

my father had a little problem.

He was a pathetic gambler,

and he could no longer pay his debt.

The Russian Mob, the Brita,

placed the burden on my shoulders.

I could clear his debt by taking a

fall by losing to the champion.

What do you think I did?

I don't know, I don't

have a clue, fill me in.

Doesn't have a clue.

I took a beating for my father,

I lost for him.

No child should have to pay

for their father's sins.

But the Bratwa took me in,

gave me new life.

When my father fell

for the debt again,

who do you think they

sent to collect?

Me.

My father failed, just as

your man here failed you.

I told you he's not mine any longer,

are you deaf?

You know the Maguire fellow,

the one in the news?

The one whose daughter'd

been killed?

What about him?

He was the one who

killed my brother.

He was the one who started

the war between us.

The one who landed

you in that chair.

So you see...

I invited you here to ask

you to do one thing for me.

Take responsibility.

Let me make one thing clear,

I don't take orders

from people like you.

Russian scumbag!

Do what you have to do.

Whatever it takes.

Tokarev,

TT-33.

It's an old army sidearm.

It's a favorite of the Russian Mafia.

No, no, do not!

Evan!

Evan!

What was so important?

I'm sorry, Mike.

What?

Sorry.

It was an accident...

No! Please!

I didn't mean to! C'mon, you have to

believe me! No, no, please, please no.

Okay,

We... we... we were hanging out,

and drinking, as normal,

and... and... and talking about...

about how you used to be a gangster.

So, where does he

keep the loot?

Shut up!

C'mon, how many times do I have

to tell you guys, my dad is a...

A legitimate businessman.

Yes.

Yeah, has he ever been arrested?

Maybe YOU should ask

him when he gets home.

No... Honestly, he kinda

scares the sh*t outta me.

P*ssy.

Have you ever seen

or heard anything?

Like secret phone calls

or wads of cash lying around?

- Wait, did you see that?

- Totally.

- Did you see that?

- Come on, you know something,

something cool.

Come on, spill it.

Caitlin, please...

All right.

Serious?

Yeah, yeah, I'll show you something.

Yes...

We went upstairs, she... she said

she had something cool to show us.

I'd never held a gun

before, you know.

It... it... it was

scary and cool and,

I know I shoulda put it down.

But I didn't.

Take some of this, you a**holes!

Evan, come on,

don't make me chase you!

- Come on, let's go!

- It's raining.

So what, it's rain.

Are you gonna melt?

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