We Own the Night Page #3

Are you sure it wasn't your mouth?

But I tell you, he wouldn't be

running around here like a king...

...if his uncle didn't own the place,

that much I know.

I gotta get back to work.

All right. Nice talking to you. Bye.

I'm gonna go talk to Amada.

- All right, I'll see you later.

- I'll be downstairs.

I was just telling her how you

stuffed a pill up her nose.

Yeah, that's going

on the wall of shame.

See you later.

Hey, babe, listen.

I don't think you should be around

Vadim so much right now.

Why? You jealous?

No, I'm not jealous. Listen,

it's nothing for you to worry about.

Okay.

I wanna tell you about

my meeting with Buzhayev.

This is the police!

- This is a raid!

- Let's go.

- Police!

- F***.

Let's find this motherf***er right now.

Let's go.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Everybody get your hands

on your f***ing heads.

- Let go of me, man.

- Get the f*** down!

Empty your pockets!

Oh, jackpot.

- Get on the bar. Hands on the bar.

- Who authorized this?

Tell me who authorized it.

I have the right...

What's the matter? You on

something? Come here.

That's right. Hands on your

f***ing head and don't move!

- Hey, easy, easy.

- Toss them all, Pudge!

- Where is he?

- Get on... Get on the f***ing ground!

Give him the charcoal.

Open your f***ing mouth!

Who the f*** authorized this?

- I'm looking for Vadim Nezhinski.

- He must be on something.

Get the f***ing charcoal.

You do a little dust?

- Bring him the f*** down here!

- Get this piece of sh*t up.

- Where is he?

- He's up here, captain! We got him.

How about some charcoal

to absorb the toxins?

Clear some space here

for me, ladies, please.

- Turn him, he's gonna puke.

- Where's Nezhinski?

- Get this piece of sh*t up.

- Here we go.

- Give me some space here, please.

- Get the f*** out here.

- Who else?

- Don't you move.

- Turn around.

- Here we go.

What are you looking at?

Turn your head the other way.

Turn around.

- What is this?

- Stay down, stay down.

Tough guy, huh?

What, you want me

to double your money?

- Stay down.

- There it is.

It's doubled. How's that?

What are you looking at?

Turn around.

What else you got in here, huh,

joker? What about the girls?

Come here.

You got anything in here?

You got a cross and a Jewish star

on you.

- What's the matter? You confused?

- Not me.

- What we got?

- This one's holding.

- Couple dimes of cocaine, some PCP.

- Good.

You and you are under arrest.

Possession and sale of narcotics.

Talk to them and

we go after your mother.

What the f***

did you just say to him?

Nothing.

Your boy's gonna open up on you.

And when he does, I'm coming back.

All right. Let's go.

Come on!

Good night, everybody. Pleasure

doing business with you. Wrap it up.

Let's go.

- Mr. Buzhayev.

- Yes?

- I'm Captain Jack Shapiro.

- Nice to meet you.

This has nothing to do with you...

...but do you have a nephew

named Vadim Nezhinski?

- Yes.

- Does he have an office here?

Clean him up. I don't want to

get it all over the car.

You got him dirty, you clean him up.

- Does he have an office here?

- No.

Okay.

We'll be in touch.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, my God!

- How the f*** did he get out here?

- Get out!

- What do you got?

- Possession and resisting arrest.

He's also got $207 on him.

- Two-oh-seven? Take him in the back.

- Let's go.

- Who frisked this a**hole?

- Don't forget the pedigree.

- All right.

- We gotta stop the bleeding.

- What do you got?

- He's bleeding all over the place.

- Don't touch him!

- Jesus Christ, what the f***?

- The Russian guy cut himself open.

- Jesus.

- Where'd he get the blade?

- He had it on him, man.

Hey, hey.

What the f*** is going on in here?

- He cut his throat.

- He pulled some cutting, man.

Put pressure on him, all right?

Put pressure.

Why are you standing there?

Get us a f***ing bus.

All right, all right, all right.

Sh*t.

Good morning, chief.

You ready to go home?

Or do you have a home?

Your brother wanted me

to let you out.

If it was up to me, I'd let you stay here

another couple of days or a week.

- Maybe a month.

- Do you want me to thank him?

Disgusting.

You're uncontrollable. You know?

Give him a bath.

I ought to rap you one.

Hey, sign out with the desk sergeant

before you leave, please.

Guy cut his own throat.

Nezhinski must've...

...really put the fear of God in him.

- Look...

...that guy knew how they're

bringing the product in.

- Absolutely.

- That's the key.

We find the right guy,

we're gonna get him...

We waited till it was your day off.

We had to go. I'm sorry. That's it.

You had to hit that spot.

Of all the places...

...you gotta come to my place?

- That's where Nezhinski's been seen.

We supposed to

announce it in advance...

...and compromise the whole thing?

I told you I'm very sorry...

Sorry's not good enough. You don't

come in, act like you own the place.

Got your guys putting sh*t

down my throat!

You want me to come in here, f***

everything up, push everything around?

You wouldn't be in this

if you didn't f*** around!

No, I wouldn't be in this sh*t

if you weren't trying to be top cop.

You know f***ing Nezhinski's guy?

His f***ing throat cut open.

Congratulations, Captain Joe.

Good job!

Think you're above it? You f***

around with your Puerto Rican?

- Grow up and act like a man...

- Try thinking about my Puerto Rican...

...while trying to f*** your fat wife!

How's that?

- Knock it off! Bobby!

- Get off!

- Come on!

- Get off me!

Don't touch me! You're not Pop!

I'm done with you. I don't wanna

see your f***ing face anymore.

Get out of here!

I'm going home.

It's a f***ing holiday.

Winter, spring, summer, fall...

... call 966-7210 for reservations

at Pocono Gardens and...

Beautiful Mount Airy Lodge.

Sh*t.

Jab, combination.

Come on, dig. Dig. Come on.

Dig! Dig! Dig! Combination.

Combination. Jab. Jab. Jab.

Combination.

Dig. Dig. Dig. With authority.

Dig. Dig. Finish it up. With authority.

That's it. That's it.

Good. Take a rest. Take a rest.

- Chief.

- Yeah.

Which kid is it?

It's Joseph.

He's in Jamaica Hospital.

It don't look good right now.

Want us to contact

your other son, chief?

No, I'll do that. Thanks.

You okay, chief?

You guys go on.

I'll be right out. Thank you.

- Chief.

- Yo, chief. You all right?

I'm all right. I'm all right.

C-note.

Come on, man. Let's go.

All right, tell you what, Jos.

I'll see you...

...and I'll bump you two C's.

Call.

Hello.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to

introduce you to Jos's new friends...

...Siegfried and Roy. Two queens.

- Hey, Bobby.

- How you like that, huh?

- Bobby!

- What? Hang up on them.

What you got?

Come on, you fold with that?

- That's what...

- It's the police.

All right, all right, deal again.

Deal again. I'm feeling hot!

Jos, I thought you knew

how to play poker.

I told him to keep going.

He was gonna pack it in.

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