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, fuck, I forgot.

Bob!

Fucking 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 shit 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 fuck down here!

Hey, you! Get the fuck down!

Calm down. Let's give them space. Good looking out, Jumbo.

No problem, Bob.

Oh, what the fuck?!

- 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking cop.

- Never happen, baby. - I could be a cop.

- What do you have to do? - Oh, shit! Oh, shit.

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...

Shit. Oh, shit, 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.

- 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking problems, Joe.

The streets are in fucking chaos, Bobby.

- Our guys are dropping like flies. - Joseph, come on. I...

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 fucking 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 of this conversation we had.

That's why your brother was here, because of this club.