Assassins Run

You promise?

I promise.

Nyet!

- You promise?

- I promise.

I promise.

You promise?

I promise.

- You promise?

- I promise.

Yeah, three dead bodies.

At least two suspects

fleeing the scene.

It was Eli who called it in.

He heard gunshots.

Mmm.

Yeah, his farm's right next door

to that old warehouse.

Yeah.

We got to the scene right away.

No no, she hasn't talked yet.

Your name is...

"Maja Latin..."

- "La..."

- Maya Letinskaya.

- Here are the files.

- Thank you.

Why are you in America?

I came for Nina.

What do you do for a living?

I am a swan.

I'm gonna take this call

and when I get back, I don't wanna hear

any sh*t about birds, you got it?

Excuse me.

Yeah.

He wants to come over here?

I am a swan.

In an hour?

Well, that's fast.

I was a swan.

Ah, we're screwed!

Totally late.

Sasha, isn't there anything you can do?

It's hopeless, boss.

You know they say Russia is a country

of drunks, fools and bad roads.

Your country is a land

of opportunity, Sasha.

Anything is possible here.

She is so elegant and beautiful.

She is only there because

of her rich husband.

Maya was always the best dancer.

Long before she met Mr. Mason.

Hello, who's this?

It would be such a shame

if you were late

on the night your pretty wife

becomes a swan.

Who is this?

How'd you get this number?

I am only taking back

what you stole from Russia.

I stole nothing.

You have raped

our natural resources,

sucking our oil fields dry,

and taking the very best of our women

for your own wife, blyad.

I've got nothing to say to you.

If you want to find

what's at the end of this line,

follow the missing money.

What missing money?

Do you want me

to get rid of him, boss?

He fought for your country, Sasha.

It's not his fault it took more

than he had to give.

Mommy, Mommy!

Look out behind you!

See you later.

Yes?

Mr. Mason, it's Usov.

Usov, I'm headed into the theater.

Um, I just got a call from our partners

and they haven't received

any payment yet from our oil refinery.

Well, the bank credit

was granted two weeks ago.

I know.

The contract has penalty clauses

and if we don't pay it now, we could

lose tens of millions of dollars.

Okay, I hear you.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

- Good evening, Mr. Mason.

- Hi.

- Nina.

- Hi.

- Shh. You're late.

- I know, I know.

I got stuck in traffic.

Look at your mom.

She's gorgeous.

That's fast, huh?

Nina, Nina, it is time.

Good luck.

- Enjoy. Okay.

- I'll talk to you soon.

Hello, ladies.

I'll see you inside.

- Roman! Hey.

- How are you, sir?

Excuse me.

Did you enjoy the show?

Maya was amazing, as always.

Well, I'll tell you,

it was a wonderful introduction.

To the greatest thing

you've ever done.

Except for make you rich, right?

Michael, let me talk to you for a

second.

Somebody's buying up our debts.

- What? Who?

- I don't know yet.

But they're using front companies.

Those bonds are secured

against our shares,

and if we don't pay on time

we could lose a lot of money.

Bravo!

By the way, uh,

have you heard anything

from our oil refinery?

No.

Well, they...

they received the bank credit,

but they're delaying payment.

- What?

- Yeah.

All right, I'll go up there tomorrow.

I'll take care of it.

I'll handle it myself.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Now you are our swan.

- Thank you.

- Yes, oh!

- Daddy, Daddy!

- Sweetie!

- Daddy, Daddy!

Oh God, you're gorgeous.

Isn't your mommy amazing?

Gorgeous!

Gorgeous gorgeous!

Ah, now here's a man,

you definitely must meet.

A good friend of mine,

Richard Valentine.

Richard is very busy

turning Moscow into a giant casino.

I love you.

Richard, please behave yourself.

- I'm reinventing Russia in Sin City...

- Excuse me.

...in an empty lot

between Paris, Venice,

New York and the Pyramids.

And I'm gonna kidnap you

and I'm gonna make you a star.

You'd still be a swan

in a mystical lake

over there in the neon sands.

Come and dance

in America, Maya.

Why would I need your fake

when I have this theater for real?

All right. Who's this?

- There you are!

- Oh honey.

Oh God.

You were spectacular.

- Thank you.

- I see our show as

Tchaikovsky meets "Pretty Woman."

Listen, we're going to have

Zhivago-style snow storms.

A... uh... it's kind of...

she's a pole-dancing waif

in a swan suit that she discards

feather by feather until

he comes along... the man she loves.

- Sounds kinda tired to me.

- Oh, I get it. Wait a minute.

How much for your trophy wife, pal?

- One, two, three...

- Oh ho ho.

One, two, three, four...

- What are we talking about?

- She's not for sale.

Come on.

Everyone's for sale.

We're just negotiating a price here.

How much?

Hey, Dick! Ha ha ha!

How are you, man?

- Hey hey hey!

- It's good to see you!

- Mikey!

- You still wearing that $10,000 watch,

- you Cartier commie?

- Oh yeah!

Still plundering the wild wild East, eh?

You casino capitalist.

Say hello to my daughter, huh?

Hello! An innocent...

from your loins?

Wow.

This... show...

business.

- Huh? Pretty good, huh?

- Pretty good, huh?

Wait, whoop, what's that?

Look at that.

Don't spend it all in one place now.

You know that Richard

is a strange guy.

Yeah, he is a little strange.

But we grew up together,

used to chase the same girls,

all that nonsense.

He called me, wanted me

to take a stake in his new casino,

but I kinda feel

like one Russia is plenty.

But for all his antics,

Richard is someone we can trust.

Should anything ever happen

to me, I want you to know that.

Okay?

Darling, I've gotta go

to the oil refinery tomorrow.

Something is not right.

If you have any problems,

just call Roman as usual, okay?

I'm sorry.

Oh, I just had a fantastic idea.

Why don't we go for a little boat ride,

just the two of us?

I mean, White Nights

only come once a year, yeah?

Sasha will be more than happy

to take our little angel home.

Won't you, Sasha?

Step to the little boat.

It's nice.

We'll take a nice little trip.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you, man.

Are you okay?

Yeah yeah.

Everything is...

it's perfect.

Don't worry.

But of course I worry.

You seem distracted.

Sometimes I feel scared

that I've been too lucky

and all this happiness

is just a dream.

Don't imagine things.

I'll keep you safe.

Now, then,

always and forever.

That's a pretty picture of you.

Where did you get that?

I may be a small-town sheriff,

but I know how to use the Internet.

We've been contacted

by the Russian State Department.

We're expecting

an agent within the hour.

Does that worry you?

Because if deportation worries you,

you have about an hour

to convince me

- not to hand you over.

- I'm cooperating.

You said your husband

was in the oil-refinery industry.

He must have been away

a lot on business.

All the time.

But I have my darling Nina.

She's everything to me.

Why do we bake cookies?

You never eat them anyways.

I bake them for Daddy.

And for you.

- Don't you like cookies?

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