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It keeps me alive.

You're responsible?

It's my head on the block

with theirs and yours.

Huh. Sorry to hear that.

- Then speak.

- May I?

How does a beautiful girl

like you end up in the mob?

Oh, I know...

you have to f*** all the wrong guys.

Not this time.

There are many ways

into this work, Robert.

Yeah, well, you should have

read the fine print, sweetheart.

It wouldn't have made a difference.

I was young.

I liked parties, and passed easily

through borders and airports...

the perfect courier.

So wait, you... you

carried the eight million?

And I always delivered.

But that won't matter to

the boss when he arrives.

Hmm, no worries. I'm sure

a pretty girl like you

has this guy's ear...

or something lower.

I don't understand you, Robert.

Why is money more

important to you than life?

Hey, that was good.

You almost looked like you cared.

No, really, I can see how good you

must be dancing through borders.

But the reality of the

situation is, sweetheart,

you and I both know I'm not

getting out of this freezer alive,

so enough of the bullshit.

Then save me, Robert.

Please save me.

Baby...

I wouldn't give you

the ice off my eyebrows.

Let him go.

If you don't release me, he

will break that man's neck.

Yeah, well, I might

do you the same favor.

- You won't.

- You don't know me.

You think I stole eight million bucks.

That kind of guy wouldn't hesitate

to kill anyone who gets in his way.

- You won't kill me.

- Tell him to let Sam go.

- Do it now.

- I can't.

Do it! Do it!

He has the money.

Robert took the eight

million. He told me.

- He's lying.

- Where?

I'm not lying.

He's full of sh*t!

- He stole the money from Boyka.

- Boyka?

I got no money. Your

guys made a mistake.

They don't make mistakes.

Well, look at this guy.

He's still f***ing breathing.

I call that a mistake.

Just give it up, Robert.

What the hell is he talking about?

You know exactly what

they are talking about.

Yeah, go ahead.

I ought to f***ing strangle you.

Look, I'm not gonna last much longer.

Just tell them you have it.

Tell them you'll get it for

them and we'll get out of here.

Oh, really? And what

happens when I don't have it?

They'll shoot us in a

nice warm gravel pit.

Oh, so that's your plan?

You should be thanking me.

I might have just saved your life.

What, for, like, five minutes?

Now they'll never believe

I don't have the money.

After what you did, these a**holes

or their friends or

their friends' friends

will hunt me for the rest of my life.

You have kids?

No.

I got two.

Paulie and Kat.

Paulie won't talk to me

anymore since the divorce.

Boys are like that...

the good ones.

They look after their moms.

Kat and I get on all right.

She's gonna miss her daddy.

Switch clothes with me.

- What?

- Come on.

Come on, we're gonna

get you out of here.

And what, leave you? Come on.

Yes, and leave me.

You stand me up in the back

over here and hide by the door.

Next time those sons of

b*tches come in, you run.

Run like hell and get help.

It's now or never, Robert.

You don't get out of here...

my kids will never know

I sat here thinking about them.

There'll be no story,

no body...

"nichto. " You understand?

If I leave you...

I know.

I know.

Come on.

You're not handsome like me,

but let's pray this works.

- I owe you, man.

- No. No, you don't.

I think I'm the reason you're in here.

No, it's nobody's fault.

- It's just bad karma.

- I don't think so.

My ex took everything.

I owe money, lots of it.

The vig on my marker is more

than I make in two years.

IA, IRS...

they all want a piece of me.

You took the money?

No, but I was gonna try.

They don't need it like I do.

I was... I was gonna share with...

With whom? Alisa?

- No, not Alisa.

- Give me the name. The name!

Robert, it's time.

All right, all right, all right!

You win. I'll give you the money.

- Where is it?

- I have to take you there.

- He's gonna chop his head off.

- I need to be there.

- Why?

- Lock, dogs, booby traps...

I gotta take care of it.

I took the money, not him!

Cut my f***ing arm off!

- Where is it?

- Please don't do this.

- Where is the f***ing money?

- Cafe Volga!

I ran into the bathroom and

hid the money in the ceiling.

That's where it is.

And I wasn't on a date.

I knew Stepan saw me

in the parking garage.

I ran into the cafe to hide

out, but they got me anyway.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

What the f*** are you doing?

- Yeah?

- You can't kill a cop.

He's a cop. Ask him.

Huh?

Detective Sam Gurov,

NYPD Narcotics.

You can't kill a cop.

Please.

Okay?

No. No, no.

Stepan, please listen to me.

Listen to me. This is a police officer.

You can't kill a cop.

You'll go to jail for

the rest of your life.

Don't be a fool.

He, you.

Understand?

He... you.

I hope hell is warm.

Hitting a woman is not so

different from hitting a man.

It is for me.

- You killed a cop.

- He was dirty.

You're animals.

Even you, princess.

I do what I have to to

survive, as will you.

No. I wouldn't f*** the boss's son

no matter how many times he hit me.

Argh! You fight like sh*t.

Didn't they teach you

anything in mob school?

Eight million dollars, Robert.

All right, all right. Enough of this.

I got a little gambling

problem. I spent it in Vegas.

Ugh!

I donated it all to my favorite charity.

They're gonna build a

f***ing orphanage in my name.

Strip.

You first.

Start with the shirt.

You know, today is my birthday.

Shouldn't you be the

one putting on the show?

You're not gonna kill me.

No.

But I will put a bullet

in your kneecap...

or somewhere else.

Slow.

Like that?

Now your pants.

Aw, babushka, we're moving

kind of fast, aren't we?

Oh, no, no, not the...

it's my life's savings.

Be nice to it.

That will do...

for now.

It's kind of a weird time to

be romantic, don't you think?

It's... oh, okay.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Ow! Oh.

I like you.

You've got a funny way of showing it.

I don't want to hurt you anymore.

Oh, good.

Oh. Oh, your hands.

Your hands... your hands

are really, really warm.

I didn't find the

money at the restaurant.

Oops.

You can go. You'll be free.

Oh, that'd be amazing.

Yeah.

Well?

- No.

- Then you die.

And you'll never get the money.

Oh-hh!

Oh.

I think I'll liked the bite better.

Yeah. No, I did. I definitely...

oh, wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Before you go,

there's something you need to know.

I'm not the only one

holding the cards here.

Isn't it odd

that no one found Sam's phone?

That Sam was still alive in here

when everyone else thought he was dead?

I think someone was trying to save him.

What are you saying?

He told me he had a partner.

And if you don't listen,

they're gonna get the money,

I promise you.

Sam was a dirty cop.

You said it yourself. He owed money.

And you delivered the money to Boyka.

Am I right?

And Boyka was Sam's snitch.

If you didn't know that, he was.

Boyka trusted Sam... a bad mistake.

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