the old man,
he can't even hold a spoon without shaking.
He don't remember things too good either.
He's neutralized.
Which is a good thing.
Four more years max.
Maybe three if you get some size early on.
You just gotta hang in there.
It's more money.
It's lonely at the top.
Running these corporations...
Get your hands off Lester's property.
That's my property.
I'm sorry.
You stay right there. Don't you move.
Stay just like that.
What the fuck?
Jesus Christ, not now.
Let's get in the cab.
- I can hide it for you.
- No, give it to me!
They're gonna think you got the.38
and frisk you.
Come on. Give me the fucking gun.
Yo, Joe. What you got there?
He's a Christmas elf.
I found him hitching a ride on Broad Street.
Joey's a funny fucking guy, huh?
Let me take a guess, Joey.
You were just about to call us.
That's pretty good. You must have telepathy.
I must.
Give me your piece.
Think I'm fucking around?
How about that, huh?
Cocked and ready to go.
What are you, fucking nervous, tough guy?
You're gonna follow us, Joey.
The kid'll ride with us.
Stay the fuck in the car.
Yeah? Nah, nah, I'm with him right now.
Are you 100 per cent?
You're a fucking idiot.
Nah, don't worry about it.
I'm gonna take care of this motherfucker now.
Come on, what the fuck?
You're gonna fucking whack me?
Come on, man! I told you.
You got any doubts, I'll tell you.
Shut your mouth.
Shut your fucking mouth... now.
You see, my old man.
He says to me, "Nobody...
...knows nobody."
Would you fucking put that piece of shit away?
- I fucking told you on my fucking family's...
- Fucking family?
When I leave here,
I'm gonna fuck Teresa in the ass.
That's how much I give a fuck about your family.
On my fucking family, it ain't the fucking piece!
How fucking far do we go back?
How fucking long have we known each other?
Come on, what the fuck?
- This is bullshit!
- Like I said...
"Nobody knows nobody."
You fucking take this...
- Not in front of the fucking kid.
- What kid?
Listen, you knock this fucking gun
out of my hand one more time,
I'm gonna blow your fucking brains
all over this fucking place.
And I'll fuck that kid up right in front of you!
You got that, nigger?
Nobody knows nobody! You got that?
Shit! What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
You see, Pop...
reached out to a friend of ours
in the department.
Had him pull the paper on Rydell's recent busts.
Turns out our friend Sal here
was running his own little thing on the side.
Hey, Sal!
How's fucking business?
Huh?
A few weeks back,
Sal gets bagged by Rydell and his partners.
They let him walk as a situated informant.
We just got confirmation ten minutes ago.
Hey, hey! Hey, hey! Get the fuck up.
Get the fuck up.
Yeah.
Yeah?
Oh, he's alone?
Go ahead. Give me the fucking number.
Have a Mai Tai on me, guys.
One Nike gym bag, 60 bucks.
You motherfucking guinea, cocksucking...
One Nokia cellphone... 100 bucks.
You have just fucked yourselves!
One ounce of Semtex...
- 500 bucks
Getting rid of a dirty cop...
...fucking priceless.
Now... the jury's still out on you, pal.
So do me a favor.
Get your ass in that car and follow me.
And hey! Hey!
Don't get lost.
I'm not fucking gonna.
Come on down. Come on down.
How you doing?
So...
You wanna see something really cool?
Mm?
It's called Jet Ice.
Black light paint.
You gotta do crazy shit like this to fill the seats.
Now, Oleg...
this is very serious matter.
This man.
He give you the gun to shoot Anzor?
Bullshit.
He gave it to you! He told you to whack me!
- Stop fucking protecting him!
- You shut the fuck up.
Oleg. You listen to me.
Where did you get gun?
At school. I found it in a locker.
Don't you fucking touch him! Don't touch him!
- Touch him and I'll fucking kill you!
- You shut the fuck up!
- Your turn is coming.
- Yeah? Well, fucking eat me!
You fucking Vor cocksucking bitch, fuck you!
- What did you call me?
- You heard me. Fuck you, you fucking