We Own the Night Page #6

- Baby, I wanna go.

- No, stay here. I'll be 10 minutes, tops.

- Let me just go back.

No. Just wait here. We'll go back

to the motel together.

Hey, Sandra, these brownies

are really good.

Careful.

Nezhinski's cache was

even bigger than we thought.

Forty kilos of yayo. Angel dust too.

We gotta try to

make a deal with him...

...find out how they're bringing it in.

He might not be too reliable, Pop.

Hey, listen, you marry an ape...

...you don't complain

about the stench of bananas.

- Where is he now?

- At Rikers, tucked in nice and comfy.

We take him

to the ADA's next week.

Good, I wanna go with you on that.

I wanna see his f***ing face.

We gotta lean hard, get him to open

up. We got nowhere else to look.

Well, what about his uncle?

Buzhayev?

No, he's clean.

We tapped his phone, tailed him.

We got nothing.

Went to his fur store on Monday.

Tuesday he took his grandkids

horseback riding.

- Nothing there.

- I'll tell you, the streets are dead.

The junkies are out there waiting

for something big, no question.

Well, we got their number one.

Gotta put the full-court press

on him, get him to fold.

- It won't work.

- What?

He won't trust you. These guys

think of you like you're a joke.

They call you Mickey Mouse.

He's not gonna turn for you.

Listen to the expert here. You don't

gotta get involved in this no more.

I asked him to come in.

He's gotta know all this to testify.

This is official police business, Pop.

You gonna make him an honorary

member of the department?

- What's the matter with you?

- He's right.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I asked him to come in here.

I brought him in.

Your brother's got a price on his head

and you talk to him like that?

- Let's go.

- You have to wait for another car.

Ms. Juarez just left.

She went to her mother's.

- Bobby.

- What?

What was said in there,

he didn't mean it.

Ever since this thing happened...

...he flies off the handle sometimes.

But, you know...

Doctor says it may be part

of a stress disorder.

- Needs a little more time to adjust.

- I understand that, Pop.

I got my own sh*t to deal with.

I got a girlfriend that's pissed off.

I just want this to be over with.

Listen to me. A lot of people been

talking about how good you did.

Now, I think,

considering the alternatives...

...maybe you ought to think

about going on the job.

You got special knowledge.

The department likes that.

I'm gonna go, Pop.

Why do you have to go?

Where you going?

- Think fast.

- Hey.

Hello.

- When is she gonna marry me?

- That is my mother. That's gross.

- Is it all clear? Good.

- Place is clear.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

I'm sorry, but she can't be here

right now, okay?

Baby, I was just finishing eating.

Just get your stuff, let's go.

I'll be outside. I wanna talk to you.

She can't do this, Jumbo.

There are people out there trying

to kill me. Understand? It's dangerous.

l... I know.

She called me. I got no idea

where you guys are.

- Because no one can know.

- You all right?

I miss you.

Jeez, Bob.

I'm stressed out.

Don't know what I'm doing.

Me too.

Hey, Bob, everyone's asking

about you at El Caribe.

Freddie and all the girls...

...and Mr. Buzhayev.

I mean, you were like a son to him.

We were surprised

to hear about your family.

Your father's like J. Edgar Hoover.

I'm sorry I never said nothing.

Don't worry, Bob. It's all right.

Listen, I gotta get her out of here,

and we'll call you.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

We gotta move. Let's go.

She misses me, Bobby.

- You got to see your family.

- I know, baby, but that's different.

How?

Mike and Vitt,

they have a route planned.

You can't just go

and jeopardize all this.

Nobody can even know

what motel we're staying at.

You gotta understand that.

Listen, baby, Vadim's trial's

in two months.

Two months.

I'm sorry.

It just feels like sometimes

the walls are closing in on me.

It's gonna be okay.

I'll go in the lead car. You stay

with him till we get to the A.D.A.

Yeah. We got two cars.

One behind, one in front.

If we make a deal with him, then

my brother don't have to testify.

At least that's something.

I'm here for an inmate pickup.

Vadim Nezhinski.

- Is he ready?

- Yeah.

They took him 20 minutes ago.

- What?

- He complained of chest pains.

They had to take him down

to Elmhurst Hospital.

Elmhurst Hospital?

Yeah, we had to do it.

It's the law.

Give me the phone.

You deaf?

Give me the f***ing phone!

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Thanks for being here.

I know it's been really hard.

Yeah.

Bobby, your brother just called.

We have an emergency.

Nezhinski's out. So get your stuff

together, we're moving you.

- What?

- He escaped.

They took him to the hospital

with chest pains. He...

He had cooperation from the outside.

Our guys got ambushed.

Start packing up, sweetheart.

Let's go.

Somebody might know this location.

We better get you moved.

I'll meet you outside, all right?

Let's go.

The backup should be here

any minute.

Probably got held up in the rain.

You all right?

- Pop, I'm f***ed.

- No, you're not. You'll be okay.

You're never gonna get Nezhinski.

Me and Amada

can't take this anymore.

- Bobby.

- I don't know what to do.

I'm gonna protect you, all right?

I'll make you a promise right now.

I'm gonna protect you.

Don't worry.

It's gonna be okay, son.

We'll see it through.

- Chief?

- Yeah.

- We have three vehicles on the way.

- Okay.

We'll move them to Corona.

I'll lead the line.

- Let's go, son.

- Honey.

You guys stay close behind my car.

There's flooding up ahead.

Watch my brake lights.

It's really coming down.

Vitt, where's the car that's

supposed to be following us?

He should be right behind us,

Bobby.

Sh*t, I left the watch you gave me

at the hotel.

Is that it on the right?

- Vitt!

- Oh, my God!

Amada, get down! Get down!

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Motherf***er!

Oh, my God!

What the f***?!

How'd they find us?

- Amada, stay down!

- Get off, they're shooting.

Get off the road!

F***.

F***!

Get off! Now! I'll take care of them!

Get off the road, Bobby!

Get off the road! Get off!

You hit? Amada, are you hit?

You hit?

- No! No!

- You hit?

Jesus.

Pop, pull over!

Pull over! Pull over!

You're in a suite at the Sheraton

near Kennedy Airport.

Your brother is here for you.

I wanted to let you sleep a little bit.

Where's Pop?

I had to go and identify the body.

I saw him die.

It's all right.

It's gonna be okay, all right?

- I don't wanna be alone.

- I know.

I'm here.

Now, don't worry, all right?

I'll be ready to come back and

head things up, and we'll get him.

You just wait till after the funeral.

They're gonna get Nezhinski.

- How did they know where we were?

- It's all right.

How'd they find us?

Your father was a great man.

Thank you.

He gave me his combat ribbon...

...after we got back from Korea.

I was gonna put it in with him...

...but I think he would have wanted

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