Transcrição (en)

Somebody robbed my bar. Yes, that's right. Sorry, Mr. Umarov. You call my father, Mr. Umarov. Bob, call me Chovka, eh? Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry, Mr. Chovka. Somebody did rob your bar. Who robbed our bar? We don't know. No. No. What masks? That's right. So we couldn't see. Police report says one wore a broken watch. You tell them this? Yeah, I did. I don't know. I wasn't thinking. It just came out. So what have you done to get my father's money back? Well, we put the word out. Yeah. In the neighborhood. That's right. They get the word out in the neighborhood. Yeah. So the word is out there, huh? The word. That's right. Yeah. With my money. Find my fucking money, eh? Find my money. If we knew what the money was, that would mean that... we knew who robbed us, which would mean we were in on it, which means they would shoot us right in the fucking face, these fucking Chechnians. Chechnians, Ma.