come on.
I said back the fuck up!
You sick, twisted, motherfucking cunt!
Oh...
Oh, wake up.
That's right. That's right.
Breathe. You're gonna be OK.
You can breathe, Oleg. I'm right here.
I'm right here, just breathe.
- That's right.
Back off!
I said back off!
I will blow you away!
OK. Can you get up?
OK. Go to the bedroom. Get the two kids.
Bring them downstairs. Nicky's there.
All right? Wait with him. OK? Move over.
Get out of his way.
I've got a safe in the bedroom.
There's 100,000 cash in there and diamonds.
All you gotta do is take the boy and walk away.
Oh, my God. Oh...
Oh, God.
Oh...
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, you sick fucks.
You're right. We're sick.
We are... We're sick.
This is really great. This is gonna help us.
- Give me your phone.
- Please, yeah.
- What are you doing?
- She wants...
Who are you calling?
911. What is the nature of your emergency?
I just heard shooting across the hall.
1456, Owens Park Lane.
What is your name ma'am?
You're not serious.
OK.
Hey. Hey, listen, one of your cabs
just picked up my brother at Al's Automotive.
Yeah, well, listen to me.
I was supposed to pick him up,
but there's been a family emergency.
So, what I need you to do is I need you
to find out where the cab dropped him off at.
Yeah, call me back.
My phone number's 555-7556.
Hello? Yeah.
Hey, wait, wait, wait. Hey, calm down.
- What happened to your face?
- It's nothing.
- I need to talk to you, Joe.
- Later.
No, now!
Why couldn't you have just taken the kid
and left?
Why couldn't you have taken the kid and left?
I have never seen evil before tonight, Joe.
Real fucking evil.
OK?
And I know that's not what I see
when I look in your eyes.
Thanks a lot, Tee.
- I'm trying to make a point here.
- I know what point you're trying to make!
I did not marry an evil man, OK?
I did not marry an evil man.
Shady, sleazy,
mixed up with the wrong kind of people.
But definitely not evil.
I know what you're trying to say, Tee.
Do you?
I hope so. I have turned my back
on a lot of things since we've been married.
My eyes are wide open on this one.
Nicky, go home with your mom.
Oleg, let's go take a ride.
What kind of music you listen to?
Huh?
You listen to that techno shit?
You listen to rap music? You like rap music?
They don't have what I listen to on the radio.
Yeah, what's that?
Kvasha. It's my mother's tape from Russia.
What the fuck?
Kvasha?
You're American, not Russian.
Why listen to that shit?
My mother said I started in her belly in Russia,
so I'm Russian.
You're not a Russian, you're an American,
cos you were born in the USA.
You're an American. An American.
Say, "I'm an American." You say it.
Say, "I'm an American."
Say, "I'm an American."
- I'm an American.
- American.
You were born in the fucking USA.
That makes you an American.
Listen to this.
I Don't Want To Go Home
He'll warm up the back seat for you
when you're ready to get laid.
You mark my words.
Fucking Kvasha.
Christ! You put me through the ringer tonight.
You know that, don't you?
- Hm?
- I won't say nothing.
Yeah, what'd you say to the cops?
- What'd you say to the cops?
- I got the gun from Stevie Monroe's locker.
He doesn't go there no more.
Nicky told me to say that.
Nicky told you to say that?
Smart kid.
He's my best friend.
We're gonna play for the Razors.
Yeah?
Hello?
Yeah, that was me.
The Royal Towers? How long ago?
All right, thanks.
Hold on. We're gonna go reclaim
some stolen property.
Don't worry about it.
We're just gonna sit tight for a while.
You know...
...I used to know this kid.
His old man was a real fucking piece of shit.
Always drunk.
Always smacking him and his mom around.
This kid, he takes his licks...
and waits this old fucking prick out.
On the morning of his 14th birthday,
he walks into his old man's room
with a baseball bat.
Then he Mark McGwire's
the fucking living shit out of him.
After that,