A Most Wanted Man Page #2

Annabel Richter, Mama.

Hello, Leyla. How are you?

Welcome to our house, Frau Annabel.

Nice to see you again.

- Come in. Come in please.

- Thank you.

The boy is good, Frau Annabel.

Do you understand?

If he has done something wrong,

it's because he had no...

Hello, Issa.

My name is Annabel Richter.

I am a lawyer.

I work with an organization

called Sanctuary North.

- Please?

- Okay.

Are you seeking asylum in Germany?

I make coffee.

There has to be a reason.

Either you cannot return

to your country of origin

because your life would be in danger

or you have been tortured.

Yes.

Yes what?

I have been tortured.

Forgive me, but this is my job.

I want to believe you,

but people make this claim all the time.

I have to...

Who did this to you?

Roosskie.

I cannot help you

unless you are honest with me.

It's only a matter of time before the

German authorities will find you.

It's better for your case

if you go to them first.

- We can make a formal...

- I will never, never go back to Russia.

Please?

You will contact this man.

He will help me.

Mr. Thomas Brue.

Colonel Grigori Borisovich Karpov,

stationed in Chechnya, 1986.

He was involved with organized crime.

Big time. Drugs for arms.

White slave traffic.

You name it he was in to it.

Karpov died two years ago.

- And?

- He had a son.

Ivan.

Born, 1986 in Chechnya.

Mother unknown.

Good.

Frulein Richter?

Please follow me.

Please?

What exactly is Sanctuary North?

I'm a lawyer.

Our clients are people

who have left their place of birth.

They are effectively stateless.

They are often traumatized.

What is it you want, Miss Richter?

A donation?

I'm sorry.

That was insensitive.

I'm here on behalf of a client.

His name is Issa Karpov.

Is the name known to you?

Karpov?

No.

He is in possession of a letter

written by your father to his.

It makes reference to a Mr. Lipizzaner,

as in the Spanish horses which

are born black but gradually turn white.

Yes.

This is a process I'm guessing

your bank is familiar with?

The letter contains a number.

- Does it fit?

- Does it fit what?

Is the number an account reference

in use at this bank?

I'm afraid my bank doesn't broadcast

the manner in which it does its business.

I'm sure that suits your clients very well.

But if this number does pertain

to an account held at this bank,

it would have been established

quite some time ago.

I will need to check our records.

Once I have done so I will call you.

When?

My client's situation in Hamburg

is extremely sensitive Mr. Brue.

I'm sure.

He trusts you.

As, judging by the contents of the letter,

his father trusted yours.

Big boy.

Six...

Sorry.

That's all right. I've given up.

Yeah? Good luck with that.

Yes?

Okay.

The Atlantic.

I'll be there.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Have something to drink?

Glass of wine?

Still water please.

Still water. Of course.

You frequent the Atlantic?

Not your scene?

You said your client's situation

was sensitive, hence the hurry.

I can confirm that

the reference number you supplied

does pertain to an account

held at Brue Frres Bank.

Then he intends to make a claim.

Then tell him to bring a large suitcase.

Of course he will need

to establish his identity.

My client entered the country

in difficult circumstances.

He has the letter.

- I will need to see it.

- Of course.

And in addition, he will need to

provide a certain instrument.

Which is?

I'm afraid I can't say,

but if your client is legitimate

he will know what I am talking about.

And if he has this instrument?

I see no difficulty in proceeding.

She's coming out.

Attractive.

Not my type-

What is your type, Gnther?

You are, Irna. You know that.

Johannes-Brahms-Platz.

Hello, Tommy.

And you are?

My name is Bachmann.

I head an anti-terror unit

not many people know about

and even less like.

Let's walk.

Hamburg is one of

the great ports of the world, Tommy.

For centuries it opened its arms

to every foreigner

who washed up on its shores.

Now, since 9/11,

in the eyes of every dark-skinned man

we see someone who wants to kill us.

Problem is some of them do,

but the question is

whether Issa Karpov is one of them.

The lawyer.

Lawyer?

Annabel Richter.

The one you met at the hotel.

The one you'd like to f***.

What? Not true?

You're too old for her, Tommy. We both are.

See her, love her, but

you'll never get her,

not even with all that black money

you've got tucked away in your bank vaults.

As far as I am aware,

Miss Richter represents

a client with a legitimate

financial interest with my bank.

Your bank does

business with the Russians, right?

It did. In my father's time.

Mafia?

Military mainly.

What's to stop me from

just walking away from this?

Whatever this is.

How about we start with

a full audit of your books?

But your father wasn't

just a banker, Tommy.

He was a laundryman.

- You're threatening me?

- Just sympathizing.

You've been left to clean up the mess.

We have a job to do, Tommy.

You're going to help me do it.

Do what exactly?

Save Annabel Richter, for a start.

From what?

From all of it.

I wasn't expecting you.

No?

Who were you expecting?

Bad day?

A few surprises.

Enjoy your scotch, Tommy.

And try not to fall over

on your way to bed.

Lssa, it is somebody for you.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Thank you for coming.

- Of course.

Lssa.

This is Mr. Brue.

Morning.

Perhaps you could show him the letter.

"My dear Karpov,

"as discussed please accept this letter

as assurance from one friend to another,

"that in the unfortunate

circumstance of your death

"I should be pleased to acquaint your own

dear son, Ivan Grigorevich Karpov,

"with our friend Mr. Lipizzaner.

"He need only present this letter,

together with the necessary instrument

"currently in your

possession for me to act.

"In case of my own death, my son Thomas

will fulfill my promise to you. "

Forgive me.

It's correct signature of your father?

It is.

Should I address you then as Issa or Ivan?

Lssa.

It's my Muslim name and I like.

But not the one your father gave you?

My mother was Chechen.

I wish, sir, with your help,

to make an honorable life in Hamburg.

Very good,

but first, you understand

there are certain questions of fact.

I bring your attention

to the matter of the instrument.

May I ask how

you came to be in possession of this?

It was given to me by my father's lawyer.

So it seems I am being asked

to fulfill one father's promise to another.

It's true. Karpov was my father.

You weren't close?

My father was a murderer.

He has Chechen blood on his hands.

And yet you seem willing enough

to take his money?

I understand you came here from Turkey,

by an informal route, shall we say?

May I ask, what you were doing in Turkey?

I was in prison.

And before that?

I was in prison in Russia.

- Why?

- You don't need to answer that, Issa.

- Why not?

- Because it is immaterial.

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