Running Scared

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Come on! Come on, kid!

The f***?

Look at me. F***!

Come on, Oleg, stay with me.

Come on. Come on!

Come on, kid.

We're going to make it.

We're going to crash!

Yeah, mon.

Sweet like cola wine.

Come on,

we count the hundreds only.

Jeez.

Why don't they finish it?

We're good.

What you have there?

It's all looking very good.

Nobody f***ing move!

- Eat the floor, f***er!

- Down on the ground!

- Get down!

- Now, you cocksuckers!

You heard him! Get down!

You're making the biggest

f***ing mistake--

Shut up!

Down, motherfuckers, down!

Everybody,

eat the f***ing floor!

F***er!

Now, very f***ing carefully,

reach into your jackets...

and take out whatever you're packing

and slide it under the bed!

F*** you.

Come on, all of you!

Move it! Come on, fuckheads!

Keep it moving! Now!

You better spend it

real quick, shitbags.

You ain't long

for this f***ing world.

Yeah, right. I will be sure

to have a mai tai on you.

All of you goombah fucks.

Come on.

I will have one on you, too.

Go, go! Come on!

Come on! Move, move, move!

- Hurry!

- F***ing move!

Get going! Move!

Let's go, let's go,

let's go! Come on!

Come on! Now!

Motherf***er!

No, man.

You f***ers!

You motherfuckers!

We don't give a f***

about these n*ggers.

Now, you spill Perello blood...

you're deep-6 invested.

Walk clean.

Piss on Perello blood!

F*** him!

Sh*t!

God damn it!

I don't think so.

Son of a b*tch!

Motherf***er! F*** you!

F***!

Come on!

Get up, you f***!

Come on!

Guys, let's blow this c*nt!

What a f***ing p*ssy!

What? Where you going,

you f***?

We can work this out!

Let's talk!

F*** you!

Shut the f*** up!

Where the f*** you reaching?

- Please--

- Tell you what...

have a mai tai on me...

F*** me. He's a cop.

A f***ing cop?!

Motherf***er!

Get the sh*t,

and let's go! Now!

Hurry the f*** up!

F***ing dirty mooks.

Cocksuckers!

Is there one f***ing honest cop

in this f***ing city?

Joey.

Give me your gat.

Take this sh*t

and get rid of it.

And do me a favor--

don't f*** it up.

No!

Give, loser punk!

Never...dickwad!

Sorry. You OK?

Sh*t.

I didn't mean to do that.

Call now.

Hey, boss.

What are you doing there?

Whacking off

to the E! Channel again?

I just want to smell you.

Stay just like that.

You didn't call,

you son of a b*tch.

Let me guess.

Those are my pearls

you have been promising?

No. No, it's nothing.

Just a little recycling.

Joey, come on.

You are looking for trouble...

because if Tommy ever found out

about that--

Just remember it's just our little

insurance policy, all right?

because there's no way in hell

I am going to be thinking

about getting

some of this right here...

looking at you through

some glass window.

There's no f***ing way.

No, Joey, come on.

No, no, no...

No. No!

Come on, baby.

Baby, look. Look at me.

- What?

- Nicky's around.

No, Nicky's busy.

Come on, I will be quick

and real quiet. Come on.

Quiet? I don't think so.

Quick, I can believe.

You know something, Mrs. G?

- What?

- You're bad.

Yeah, yeah... Sure.

- I got a rep.

- Yeah? You got a rep.

- Yeah, some things--

- You got a crazy rep.

Teresa likes to make it

on washing machines.

On select occasions, yeah.

- No, no.

- What?

My sauce! My sauce is bubbling!

Wait, that's how I like it!

Yeah.

F***! Come on!

Hey! You use language

like that...

you ain't getting

no after-dinner dessert.

Go find Nicky.

I think he's up

in the bedroom with Oleg.

Why's he always

with that Russkie kid?

Don't he have no other friends?

Joey, you know, they get along.

It's fine. What do you want?

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