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you'll bite your tongue off.

In the final stages of hypothermia,

you will develop terminal burrowing.

Terminal burrowing?

Do we get to cuddle?

It's a self-protective behavior.

You will crawl into a small corner

and wait there to die.

The good news is

you won't even care.

How much money do I have, by the way?

Eight million dollars.

Eight million? Sh*t, I'm rich.

Robert,

I'm trying to help you.

Help me what? Piss ice cubes?

You've got the wrong guy.

Someone saw you.

Oh, damn it. Don't you get it?

It's some dude who looks

like me, but it's not me.

- Were you alone at Cafe Volga?

- I was on a date.

Oh, maybe she knows where the money is.

Ask her. She's there

right now with a dozen cops

looking for one of

their own... a detective.

What do you know about that?

Oh, sh*t.

When did the money disappear?

Sometime between 9:00 and 10:00 tonight.

Okay, okay.

Um, before we went to the Volga,

we stopped at Gina's on 3rd for a drink.

I... I paid with a... I

paid with a credit card.

Maybe I... maybe I

still have the receipt.

Oh, sh*t. Please.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Gina's. That proves it.

Take a look.

Well, the time on this shows

you closed out at 9:14.

Well, we stayed for another

round. My girlfriend paid.

- Oh, such a gentleman.

- It's my birthday. She wanted to.

Go to Gina's. Talk to the bartender...

- Will or William, something like that.

- We don't have time for this.

- Then you're gonna lose your man.

- You are the man.

Oh, sh*t. This is gonna

be a long-ass night.

It's not gonna be a long night, Robert.

Certainly not for you.

A man is coming to get his money.

If you're still here and the

money is not, it'll be unpleasant.

It's already unpleasant, cupcake.

Can't he come a little sooner?

Alisa.

Are you a Gemini, by chance?

Because I'm a Sagittarius,

and we're supposed to

be pretty compatible.

Did you guys feel that?

She likes me.

I feel like it's something I said.

I'm starting to feel like you

don't like me or something.

Am I wrong?

Oh, that's awful.

Ooh! You missed.

Argh! Argh!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh!

- Oh, sh*t. F***.

- Help.

- You scared the f*** out of me.

- Help me.

Hey, man, you're shot.

- Help me up.

- No, no, no. Careful. Careful.

You might start bleeding again.

Let me guess...

Sam Gurov?

Detective Sam Gurov?

I found your phone. Dorian called.

Dorian?

- Let's call him back.

- No, no, easy, dude.

The Russians grabbed it

before he got a solid trace.

They would have been here by now.

- Okay, help me out of here.

- Oh, so I can watch you bleed out?

What, are you a doctor? Get me out.

Oh, just like a f***ing cop,

always giving orders, huh?

Come on.

Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

There you go.

If I move, I'm dead.

If I don't, I'm dead.

How long have you been in here?

No idea.

Why did they bring you here?

The Russians asked me some questions,

the kind that hurt.

I'm dying of thirst. You got

anything to drink in here?

Yeah...

That's good.

Thank you.

Do you think these

guys are Russian mafia?

You know anything about that?

How can you be in here and

not know who these people are?

- They think I took their money.

- I suggest you give it back.

I didn't take it.

They ain't the type to

make those kind of mistakes.

- Well, they did tonight.

- If you say so.

So you know these guys?

They say someone's

coming for their money...

someone I should be

scared of. Is it the boss,

someone I can talk to, or what?

You don't want to talk to him.

Oleg is the "rukovodstvo. "

I was...

I was working my way up

to meet him, take him down.

In six months, I never met him.

He lives in a fortress

somewhere, never leaves.

Despite all that, some f***

almost whacked Oleg yesterday.

Really? Who? You?

No.

One of his own, some

trigger from the old country.

Oleg was scared.

He started moving money, lots of it.

Eight million came up from Miami,

and then it vanished.

When the fingers started

pointing, they landed on me.

This whole thing doesn't

make any f***ing sense.

What did Dorian say?

Well, he started looking

for you in Cafe Volga,

but he doesn't know where we are now.

Any ideas?

Robert...

you are f***ed.

They are going to

kill you, money or not.

There's nothing you can say

that's gonna make these guys

park your ass on a curb and drive away.

Even if you can prove you got

nothing to do with nothing,

you've seen their faces.

You're a risk.

Oh, what's the story with that?

Oh, I knocked it open.

You've been busy.

There's no getting through these

walls. They all have steel backing.

It probably doesn't

lead to anywhere anyway.

There's a duct inside the housing,

but, you know, I'm thinking it connects

to those circulating fans

above the door. I'm not sure.

You know how much

money these creeps have?

Billions...

oil, minerals,

credit scams, whores, Internet.

It's ridiculous how bent

they get over eight million.

That kind of money is nothing to them.

"Nichto"... that's

Russian for "nothing. "

Sh*t.

Hey, what do you know

about this Alisa chick?

What's her story?

I think she's kind of into me.

She's a mule with a great ass.

I'll say.

She's also a punching

bag for Oleg's son Vadim.

Who knows?

In their world, maybe that's love.

What about the guy with the cigars?

Stepan...

smart, ambitious, dangerous.

"Conan"?

Kiril...

what you see is what you get.

Who else is there? Anybody?

I had someone working on the inside.

Whoa. What's his name?

Boyka.

Maybe he took the money. Where is he?

Face down in a pool of blood.

Who killed him?

S-Stepan.

Figures.

Just keep hitting those fans. I'm

dying, for crying out loud, come on.

Hey!

You know where I really want to go

when we get out of this hellhole?

The Dominican Republic.

I really like Spanish women, man.

Maybe we'll meet there

for a drink, huh, Sam?

Sam. Sam.

Sam, open your eyes. Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up. Open your eyes.

They are open. I'm too cold.

And I'm tired, too f***ing tired.

Okay, okay, okay.

Uh, come on. Come on.

- What are you doing?

- Putting you back on your shelf.

No.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on. There you go.

Okay, get in there.

Okay. Good.

Home sweet home.

Okay.

Hey...

the Dominican Republic sounds nice.

Yeah, man, Dominican Republic.

Okay.

Sit tight. Don't say a word.

Quiet as a corpse.

Good. Okay.

I knocked out a big one.

Tropical paradise.

You scare me a little

bit. You know that?

Oh.

What the hell was that for?

It's good for the cold,

to help you keep awake.

You can turn up the heat, you know.

The food would spoil.

Ow. What is this?

Where do you think you are, Robert?

You tell me.

You are in a coffin.

Do you know how many people

these walls have seen?

You're not the first and

you won't be the last.

No more lies about the money.

There is only one way out...

the truth.

I am sick of asking you

where the f***ing money is.

Ow.

What, is it your money or something?

No.

So what's in this for you?

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