We Own the Night

Bobby!

Bobby, are you in there with Amada?

Bobby!

- It's Jumbo.

- I'll be out in a second, Jumbo.

You gotta come out.

There's chicks dancing naked right

in the bar, in the lobby. Unbelievable.

- We gotta go.

- What?

- Bob!

- We gotta go.

Oh, f***, I forgot.

Bob!

F***ing animal.

I gotta ask Mr. Buzhayev

if we can take the night off.

I love you.

I'm gonna run across the street.

You meet me at the car, okay?

- Okay. Go.

- Amada...

...I'm the luckiest man on the planet.

If I died right now, I'd be happy.

Hey, Mr. Green,

thanks for hooking me up, man.

How are you?

- Hey, Bobby.

- Hey.

You got the best club in Brooklyn.

Just wait

till I take over Manhattan, baby.

Hey, do me a favor. Get them

a couple of drinks, all right?

Hey, baby, give me my purse.

I'm meeting the family tonight.

I don't want Coco paying

for his sh*t tonight.

Not after that little mix-up

we had last weekend, ladies.

- All right.

- Bye.

Bye, Amada. Good luck, girl.

Take it off! Take it off!

Hey, get the f*** down here!

Hey, you! Get the f*** down!

Calm down. Let's give them space.

Good looking out, Jumbo.

No problem, Bob.

Oh, what the f***?!

- Don't strain yourself.

- You got it.

Looks like everything's under control.

I'll take my break.

I didn't do nothing!

You're bleeding all over the place.

Go home.

- Freddie, take him home.

- I didn't do nothing.

Go easy on them, Jumbo.

I'm going across the street to see

the boss. Bring my car around.

- You got it. I need you to come...

- Be right back.

Hi, Kalina. Look at you.

You wanna go with me to

the club, huh? Do a little dance?

- Hey, everybody!

- Hey, Bobby.

- Hey, Mr. Buzhayev, how are you?

- Look, she got the watch.

Oh, yeah, it's great. I told you.

He's the best.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- I know deals.

Digital.

Yeah, it's great. Hey, listen.

I gotta go do something tonight...

...but Freddie will watch the place,

make the night drop later.

Good. So how is my club doing?

- Everything's fine.

- Good.

For me? Just this one.

Amada tells me I put on 5 pounds

every time I come over here.

I'm telling you,

you guys are fattening me up.

- Good?

- Excellent.

Always. Real good. Excellent.

Listen, Bobby...

Next week you come by, we talk.

We talk about plans for you.

We like what you do

at the club very much.

- Yeah? All right.

- Yeah.

- Good.

- Something more?

More? I just said I can't eat it.

I can't even eat this.

I can't have another bite.

What are you doing to me?

No, no, no, Amada's waiting.

I have to go.

You're too good to me.

Why do I deserve this?

- No, I gotta go.

- Where? Where you run off to?

It's my bike. Don't!

- Keep being brave, okay?

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Here comes the right. Watch the right.

- Catch.

- Keep... Keep it up. Keep the guard...

- Careful.

- Sorry, babe. Keep...

- Joseph.

- All right, hey. Hey.

- Joseph.

- Hey, quit fooling around.

- Did he bag it?

No, he never did. His gun jammed,

so he started crying.

That's terrible. A nine-point?

- Joseph, come on.

- Pop's calling. Look...

...we'll go to Metropole,

cut loose a little.

- You got it.

- Come over here.

Gotcha.

Get your picture taken.

It's your big night.

- We took them already.

- The more, the better.

- Get your face out there.

- Stevie, come here.

The P.C. will see this in the magazine,

all right?

- All right.

- Get used to it, it's good. Come on.

- Good.

- Thanks, chief.

Go over there to Mommy,

all right?

It's almost 11.

Where's your brother?

If he comes at all, he'll come late,

Pop. You know him.

Baby.

There's cops all around.

- They're all f***ing drunk anyways.

- Give me some.

- I'm nervous.

- Don't be nervous. They're harmless.

Jumbo came through.

It's good, right?

Yeah, it's good. Okay.

You coming?

Do we have to? I don't know if I can

f***ing deal with them tonight.

Come on, honey. It's your family.

You gotta support them.

Hey, remember

what I told you, right?

Nobody at the club knows about

my family. Not even Jumbo.

I know. Baby, I won't

say anything. Come on.

Last thing I need is anybody

thinking I'm a f***ing cop.

- Never happen, baby.

- I could be a cop.

- What do you have to do?

- Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t.

Freeze. All right, spread them.

Spread them. Move!

- Get him! Get him!

- Arrest her.

- Where you going?

- Just kidding, officers.

He must know someone

because I'm talking about...

Sh*t. Oh, sh*t, look at this.

Bobby. Bobby Grusinsky.

Is that you?

It's me, Russ De Keifer

from across Union Turnpike.

- How you doing?

- All right.

- Still bartending at that Russian joint?

- I'm managing it now.

Hey, listen to you.

- Did he just call you "Grusinsky"?

- I'll talk to you later.

That guy's funny.

Oh, my God.

That's them.

In the corner down there.

Hey, Pop.

They don't look that bad,

though, for cops.

All right, let's go.

- He's got company.

- Give me a break.

- Here comes trouble.

- Look at you.

- You came.

- Congratulations, you're moving up.

Mr. Big Shot honors us

with his presence.

- At your service. You look great.

- Thanks.

Everybody,

this is my girlfriend, Amada.

- That's my father...

- Nice to meet you.

...Chief Burt Grusinsky.

- My brother, Joe.

- Hi.

That's Michael and Jack.

You guys look good.

- You put up with this guy?

- I'm a Leo. I can put up with anything.

If you got a minute,

we'd like to talk to you.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes