We Own the Night Page #5
...what can you do, right?
I don't want you to get hurt.
Just worry about yourself.
I hear anything about your brother,
I'll call you. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Hey, baby.
Hey, babe.
How's your father?
Is he holding up okay?
- Yeah.
- Good.
I heard on the television
your brother's doing better.
Me and my mom,
we said a prayer for him.
Thanks, baby.
Did they find out who did it?
Baby?
It was Vadim.
Vadim shot Joseph.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
They tried to tell me...
...but I didn't listen.
- Oh, my God.
Bobby, what are we gonna do?
Michael.
Hey.
You been up to see Joe?
Yeah. He's doing much better.
They reset his jaw this morning.
He was awake when I left him.
Your old man's up there with him now.
How you doing?
You can't protect my father.
We'll do the best we can.
Those guys aren't afraid
of the police.
If anything should happen to him...
Listen, that thing
you were talking about...
...if I wanted to help you,
what would I have to do?
I'll call you.
There's a wire in here.
We hear everything that goes down.
We'd also have a tail on you,
so we'd be with you at all times.
Small. Light as a feather.
You're f***ing kidding me. That's it?
That's it. That's the risk.
You just gotta find that stash house.
- This can't get out.
- It won't.
Well, what if
something goes wrong?
Give me a word.
First word comes to your mind.
- Feather.
- Okay.
Anytime we hear the word "feather,"
we come in early.
Otherwise, stay there, do what you
gotta do and get the f*** out.
- This will all be kept confidential.
- Yeah, it better.
You get burnt, we have to
put you into protection.
That's better than ending up dead.
- F***.
- Listen...
...nobody will ever know
you're involved.
Not your father, not your girlfriend,
nobody.
And maybe someday your brother
will thank you for all this.
So, Bobby...
... you call Vadim's people
and set it up.
You won't see us, but we'll be
following your every move.
Don't be a hero.
Don't make conversation.
You sense they're onto you,
just remember the word is "feather."
Your life is in that lighter.
Good luck.
Bobkes. Jesus.
Where you been?
I left you a message.
- Yeah, I got it. Thanks.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- What's the matter? You sick?
Yeah, I've been out of it.
I gotta...
Come on, Amada's here.
- Two Jack Daniels, please.
- No, no, no.
I gotta take care of something.
I'll call you tomorrow.
All right. Call me tomorrow.
Please.
See my friends out there?
Vadim is really glad
that you made up your mind.
He's very happy.
You ready?
Yeah.
You'll meet me at the boardwalk
in one hour.
For your protection, and for ours...
...you'll be searched and blindfolded
as we arrive.
You'll be able
to sample the product...
...see if you like it. I'm sure you will.
You will discuss the rest
of the details with Vadim.
Don't raise your voice,
he doesn't like it.
And for me...
...I'm taking you to the place
where I never took anybody before...
...especially no Americans.
And I don't trust you
the way Vadim does.
So don't.
All right?
And if you want to see
your girlfriend ever again...
...you will come alone.
Boardwalk. One hour.
You don't mind
that I sit behind, do you?
Do what you gotta do.
Let me see your hands.
Take this. Put it on.
What do you think?
Good.
What do you got there?
How many keys?
What, like three to four months?
It's not gonna dry up on us, is it?
We got a whole lot of stuff
coming in...
...in a way nobody could ever trace.
All the sh*t I got in here,
Sasha.
The whole city will be
sucking our glass soon.
We'll push the guineas out.
The Domos will work for us.
It's good.
It's good.
So where's this coming from?
You're breathing heavy.
Yeah, because I just took a hit.
You know, I seen fighters
breathe like that.
It means they get nervous.
- Are you nervous?
- No.
I told you,
it's because I took some sh*t.
What do I have
to be nervous about?
I'm not here to f*** you.
What are you doing?
How come you got both
matches and a lighter?
I'm feeling light as a feather
from that sh*t.
- What?
- Feeling light as a feather...
...from that stuff.
- He's wired.
- No, wait.
You were right.
Kill the motherf***er.
Wait. Wait! Wait!
Get up! Get over there!
Take the roof. Bobby!
Get the weapon!
Go, go!
- Police! Don't move!
- I'm with you! I'm with you!
Don't move!
Police! Don't move!
Put your hands up! Put your
hands up! Put your hands up!
Back up to my voice!
- Who is he? Is he one of us?
- He's still breathing.
Get him a stretcher, quick.
Copy that, Rescue 238.
Patient is a Caucasian male...
... mid-30s, with a leg fracture,
broken ribs, abrasions...
... and a possible neck injury.
Where's Bobby? Where's my son?
He's in the bus, chief.
They said he'll be okay.
You guys call an operation
like this without telling me?
You think I was born yesterday?
- He came to me.
- He could've been killed!
- Are you out of your mind?
- I'm sorry.
Well, my son's gotta go into
protection now. Thank you very much.
- It was his idea.
- Where is he?
I wanna see him. Is he all right?
He's a dead man.
You hear me, son?
Crazy kid.
Stupid kid.
Pop...
...my girlfriend.
Call my girlfriend.
Don't worry. I'll call her, all right?
I'll let your brother know too.
We gotta get you...
Get you well again.
Things are gonna be different
for you now, Bobby.
We're gonna
have to protect you now.
1010 WINS. You give us 22 minutes,
we'll give you the world.
1010 WINS. You give us 22 minutes,
we'll give you the world.
This is Stan Brooks in Queens.
Police captain Joseph Grusinsky...
... is leaving Jamaica Hospital
this afternoon.
His doctors cleared him for release
following a four-month stay.
The 11-year veteran was shot
in the face by a masked gunman...
... outside his home
the night before Thanksgiving.
Hey, big guys,
let's see what you got.
Get out. Get lost.
Everybody, I see the car.
Here they are.
Welcome home, Joe.
Welcome home. We love you.
Hey, kiddo. You look great.
- Welcome home.
- Hey, Bob.
- I saw your guards out there.
- Daddy!
- I didn't think they'd let you come.
- No, I wanted to.
What's up? What's up, buddy?
- Hey, how's your leg? You all right?
- Yeah. I'm glad you're home.
Hey, we'll talk later, all right?
Everyone, let's move inside.
There's plenty to eat.
You gonna eat? Young lady. No?
Stop it!
Joe, you look just great.
- Does it hurt at all?
- Yeah, a little, when I look at you.
Oh, finally. Finally he gets you back.
Do you think maybe we could
go see my mom?
No, honey, they made an exception
for this. I'm sorry, I don't think you can.
Hey, Pop.
talk a little business on the porch?
It's time you
brought me back up to speed.
Whatever you say. Let's go.
Bobby, come on, I want you
to hear this. It's for the trial.
- All right.
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