Assassins Run Page #3

right now to America.

They took off so quickly

I didn't even get a chance

to see them off.

Maya, I hope you know what you're doing

trusting Nina with this guy.

Maya?

Roman, get me out

of this prison, please.

- Maya, it's not that easy.

- But I've been set up!

- I didn't do anything!

- I... I know. Just listen to me.

The police are at your house right now.

They claim they're looking for drugs,

but I think they're looking

for those documents.

But I've looked everywhere.

I don't know where they are.

Maya?

Too good for our food?

What's your name?

Maya.

Welcome to our little world.

Though you don't look like you like it.

There is no man to protect you here.

What do you do?

I'm a dancer.

Marsha here was a whore too.

What are you in for?

Cocaine.

That's seven years.

But I'm innocent.

I'm innocent.

I'm innocent too.

In here we're all innocent

but proven guilty.

And guilty until proven rich.

The question

you should be asking is...

...who benefits by setting you up.

We searched

all the ballerina's assets.

I'm not lifting another finger

for some imaginary reward.

I need compensation now.

You don't say much

but you're well funded.

Get out of my house.

Look for the papers.

Hello, little girl.

Ah! Nyet!

What is it?

Bad news from America.

What is it?

Maya, Nina has been kidnapped.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, I don't...

- God!

Hey hey hey!

Please no! Not Nina!

Oh God!

Nina, I will never leave you.

You promise?

You promise?

I promise.

You promise?

I promise.

When I grow up,

- I wanna be a ballerina.

- Nina...

Just like you, Mommy.

It's your favorite thing in the world.

It's not my favorite.

You are.

I promise I will find you.

I will get out of here somehow.

Even if I have to break out

of this prison,

I will find you.

And I will get you back.

I promise.

- You promise?

- I promise.

Get up!

The ring.

Give it to me.

I ask you,

where are those papers?

Search them!

Contraband.

You're the ballerina.

You were told jewelry

is forbidden in here.

Now you know why.

Back to the isolation cell.

She can practice her dance there.

Don't be stupid.

It must look like suicide.

The boss is not gonna like this.

I don't care.

The b*tch made me bleed.

That's her coffin.

Medic!

Turn down that racket.

Is it the monitor or the whore?

I think it's the whore.

So do something about it!

Watch how you're driving!

Mommy, wake up.

Wake up.

Don't die, Mommy.

Mommy!

I love you, Mommy.

You totally fell on your ass.

Fell on my ass?!

I was trying to remove the bra.

You should have done that yourself.

The boy is shy.

Right.

He's never seen

a naked woman before.

Are you saying I'm a f*ggot?!

Only a homo would not

take advantage.

Usually these whores are ugly.

I'll do her right now!

Yeah, show us your dick!

That's right,

get your dick inside here!

Leave some for me!

Did he finish?

It's my turn now!

Dream on.

- Hello?

- Roman?

Maya, is that you?

Maya?

Maya?

Because the police

were searching for me,

Roman took me to a safe place.

Roman sounds like a good friend.

I knew Roman before I met Michael.

What exactly does that mean?

Whatever it was,

it was a long time ago.

It felt like weeks passed,

but later I realized

it was only a few days.

Now when I needed him,

Roman saved my life.

Nina.

Maya.

Shh, it's okay.

We contacted Richard Valentine

in Las Vegas.

He promised to help me

search for Nina.

Richard's gonna help you find Nina.

Then Roman went back to the city

so it didn't look so suspicious.

He said the police were watching him.

I'll see you in a couple days.

Staring down that clock

is not going to stop

the Russians from

taking custody of you.

So you haven't found the papers.

I was so sure

Michael had sent me a message.

I just didn't know how.

It had to be somewhere.

It had to be.

All dancers to the stage.

All dancers to the stage.

Maya, can you give me a lift?

My mama is sick.

Cocaine.

Katya, if you're gonna

be prima ballerina...

get your ass to the stage.

God damn rush.

There's no toilet paper!

Katya, how nice of you

to finally join us.

I would replace you in a second.

"To my lovely swan,

Ladozhsky train station,

St. Petersburg,

clock chamber 35C.

The code is Nina's birthday.

Tell no one.

I love you now, then,

always, forever."

Hello?

Maya.

Hey, it's Roman.

- How're you doing? Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

Good good.

I was just worried about you.

Wrong place, idiots.

Hey!

Go next door.

Give it to me!

Sh*t! Hello?

- Maya?

- Richard!

I have that flight for you.

The ticket is waiting for you

at the check-in counter.

I'll pick you up when you get here.

If you're a fugitive,

how did you get out of the country?

It's Russia, not the Soviet Union.

I flew through Latvia.

It took longer,

but I made it through.

Where are the bonds now?

All right then, let's talk about

this guy... Richard Valentine.

We can't get a hold of him

to corroborate your story.

His office doesn't

know where he is.

A guy like Valentine

doesn't just disappear.

I came to Las Vegas

so he can help me find Nina.

When I first met him,

I thought he was strange,

but Michael said I could trust him.

Hi.

Thank you.

Where are we?

Where are we?

This is Richard Valentine.

Please leave me a message.

And viva Las Vegas.

Where is Richard?

I put him down in the desert.

- Nina?!

- Mama!

Watch out.

She can kick behind her own head.

Use the silencer.

Are we going to die now?

No, sweetie.

We're not going to die.

Only bad guys gonna die.

Can you really kick behind your head?

I told you to use the silencer.

Mama!

You came back for me.

Of course I came back for you.

I promised I would.

Well, that's quite a story

you've got there.

But there's one thing

you haven't told me that I have to know.

Where are the bonds?

I have them.

Does that mean you're

not going to hand me over?

That must be

the Russian-embassy guy now.

This doesn't mean

that I'm going to let you go.

Thank you.

It just means that I trust

you're not gonna run out on me.

Mama, Mama.

The man from the theater

is lost again.

- Sheriff?

- Yeah.

- How did you know I was a fugitive?

- I didn't.

The Russian Consulate contacted me.

Please don't tell them

about the documents.

Why?

Because if they're really

from the embassy,

they would not know about them.

You trust me, don't you?

Sheriff.

Ivanko, Russian State Department.

Jim Nash, glad to meet you.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience,

but we're gonna have to keep

Miss Letinskaya here

pending our homicide investigation.

I understand.

Perhaps I could trouble you

to keep us notified

of how the case proceeds.

The safety and well-being

of our citizens is our primary concern.

Sure.

Did she have any documents

when you arrested her?

Give me the documents.

Your husband begged for his life.

But you won't beg, will you?

Jesus, it took you long enough.

Just tell me the b*tch is dead.

The b*tch is alive, Roman.

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