We Own the Night Page #2

- Let's get a drink first.

- No, right now. Right now.

It's only gonna take a minute.

- Upstairs in the church.

- "Right now."

Come on.

Don't worry. We'll bring him back

in one piece.

That's a great crowd

you got down there, Joe.

- You know all the right people.

- That's a nice suit you got, Bobby.

Was that funny?

I didn't know you had a sense

of humor, Michael. I like it.

How much did that earring

set you back?

- What?

- You heard what I said.

Bobby, I asked Pop

to bring you up here.

- Bobby. Please, I'm serious.

- Why? What's the matter?

I'll be heading up this new

narcotics team starting this week.

Russian unit

out of PSA-One in Brighton.

What?

You brought me up here

to tell me that?

Do any of you f***ing guys talk?

- You ever say anything back there?

- I'm old-fashioned. I listen first.

Oh, God. Excuse me.

We're looking at this guy,

Vadim Nezhinski.

Served time in the Soviet Union

for black-market activity...

...come over in 1979.

He's dealing H, cocaine, angel dust.

This guy's bringing in major weight

and we need to track it.

He's operating out of that spot

you manage, the El Caribe.

Oh, I don't know nothing

about that. I'm not...

No, we know. We checked

the rest of the management too...

...his uncle, the owner.

- The old man?

- Well, he is his uncle.

- You been f***ing watching me too?

Everybody else came up clean.

It's just Nezhinski we're looking at.

You want me to inform?

No.

- Are you kidding me?

- Just observe, that's all.

It's a closed community.

You're our only way in right now.

Great. You guys are the f***ing cops.

Why are you coming to me?

Why...? Why is this my problem?

The whole city's falling apart. Don't

you have any sense of responsibility?

Let me think.

No. No, not really. I don't.

I got enough f***ing problems, Joe.

The streets are

in f***ing chaos, Bobby.

- Our guys are dropping like flies.

- Joseph, come on. l...

Joseph, you go downstairs.

Let me talk to him, all right?

- Yeah, thanks for coming.

- It's always a pleasure. Thank you.

You better be careful out there

the next couple weeks.

- What's that mean?

- You know.

- Joseph.

- Fine, Pop. You f***ing deal with him.

- Take care, Bobby.

- Yeah.

Move over. Move over.

Been a long time

since we've seen you.

Your brother says you don't

answer the phone anymore.

I've been busy, Pop.

That's all.

Yeah?

What's going on with you?

You can't talk?

I don't know.

You what?

Things are all right.

- You're all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah?

You know, I could've gotten you

a good job with us, a safe job.

If you would have asked.

If you'd been around.

I got a job. I got a job. A good job.

That's the whole point

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