Freezer Page #4

The money was stolen,

Boyka is blamed,

and who kills him?

Stepan.

And who saw me in the parking garage?

Think about it.

Stepan.

I trust Stepan.

Why would he kill the cop

if they are working together?

Sam would have spilled the

beans to save his own life.

If Stepan hadn't chopped his head off...

What...

What's your beef, man?

- Nyet!

- Oh, sh*t.

Tell him what I said.

- Tell him!

- No.

That's right. He understands.

Right? You understand, right?

You got your f***ing money.

Enough of this bullshit.

You don't need me. Run while you can.

Hmm? Huh?

What are you waiting for?

Huh? Pull the trigger.

Pull it.

Do it!

That's the only way to

keep me from killing you.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Yeah? Whatever.

Oh-hh.

Did the bad man hurt you?

Oh...

Happy birthday, dumb-ass.

Oh, that's nice. That's nice.

Did you bring the marshmallows?

It's out of fuel anyway, Borat.

This is goodbye.

I'm sad.

Don't trust him.

You know, a different

place, a different time,

you and me... I think

we could have worked out.

A little apartment in the East Village,

sipping vodka, making love,

watching "Doctor Zhivago. "

I can't save you, Robert.

Aggh! What the f***...?

- The money.

- Ask him. He's got the money.

Huh? Huh?

Save me, Robert. Please save me.

I'm not falling for this bullshit.

It's not a trick. It's not a trick.

Uh, uh...

All right. All right.

All right.

I'll get you the money. Give

me the phone. Give me the phone!

Telephone.

The cop stole the money.

He had a partner, but

it wasn't you, d*ckhead.

His name is Detective Al Dorian.

That's the cop I was

talking to on the phone.

That's why he was trying to call Sam...

to find out where he stashed the money.

If you let me call,

I'll make him believe

that giving the money back is

the only way to save Sam's life.

- What about Sam?

- Uh, I'll tell him that he's...

that he's unconscious or he's tied up.

I'll tell him whatever the f***

I have to, to get the eight mil.

- Then I'll call him.

- No. He'll never believe you.

But he might buy my story.

It's worth a shot.

Just give me the phone.

Huh?

Give me the phone.

Huh? Okay.

- What's your emergency?

- Detective Al Dorian, NYPD Narcotics.

It's Robert Saunders. It's an emergency.

I'll connect you now.

God damn, you're still alive?

Barely. They gave me a phone

so I could call and get the money.

- Are they with you now?

- Yes.

They want the money now or

they're gonna kill Sam and me.

Is Sam there?

- Can you get it?

- Where are you?

What are you doing? I had the money.

He was ready to bring it, but

you have to tell me where we are.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Let me call him back.

Let me call him back.

Nyet!

Oh...

No Russian, please.

I'm so sick of it.

You a f***ing cop?

No cop.

A mechanic.

Really? A mechanic?

You're a bad liar.

Truth is, I'm a very good liar.

I don't think so. Look at yourself.

What kind of car do you drive?

What kind of car I drive?

BMW, M5.

Is it carbon-chipped?

For performance.

Does it jump through a

red light on a mis-shift?

My friend says it's nothing to worry.

Friend sell you the car?

You are a good liar.

Danil.

My name is known to many,

but not my story,

and never my face.

Robert.

You took the shot at Oleg.

What did you hear, Robert?

That you missed.

Humph. Three months on Internet

to get Oleg out of house

with only four bodyguards.

I pretend to be young girl.

Rendezvous set, and

Oleg switched location.

Then last minute, switch again.

Finally Oleg arrives

holding a little puppy.

Too many ways to escape.

Shocking how fast the old rabbit ran.

All those years in a

track suit, I suppose.

Who hired you?

Well, it might help to

know who wants Oleg dead.

Do you see a way out of here, Robert?

Do you?

Only one, Robert...

You.

I will be killed when Oleg arrives,

but you're different.

There's a reason you're still alive.

I know how to get out of here,

but I'm just... just too damn cold.

Mm.

50/50.

What?

70/30.

60/40. That's it.

How much is your life worth?

In here... nothing.

50/50.

40/60.

You're too cold, remember?

Partners?

Take a look.

I broke that vent

to climb out of here.

There's a small duct,

probably leads to those

fans above the door.

What I did find was wires...

110 for the fans and

220 for the condenser.

They run parallel in there.

Meaning?

Meaning we need you to climb this shelf

and play electrician.

Why don't you do it?

My fingers are frozen to the bone.

I can't even feel them.

What are you trying to do?

The lights will blow when

the freezer door opens

and you'll be up front

and attack in the dark... with this.

Unless you'd rather cut my throat.

I guess we're gonna find out, huh?

It's what you do, isn't it...

move fast with a box cutter,

cut us out of here?

And on to the money.

See it?

I see a conduit box.

The lid is off.

Yeah, I tried to do it

myself, but I just couldn't.

I see wires.

What color?

Black, white and candy cane.

All right, pull the black

and the candy cane ones out.

They're the ones that

power this freezer.

Should be some slack up there.

All right. Now cut the wires

and pull the insulation

off about six inches.

You think I'm an idiot?

You cut it.

I told you my fingers are...

Do you worry that after we escape, I

will kill you and take all the money?

I know you'll try, Danil,

but like any good thief,

I plan to steal your share

and be long gone to the

south of France by then.

Sh*t.

Push these back up there

and then close the vent.

Vadim!

Vadim?!

Do you know who you just killed?

- I didn't kill anybody.

- Do you have any idea?

- Danil?

- That's not Danil.

That's Vadim... Oleg's son!

Nyet!

Yes, you heard her... nyet.

Argh!

Sorry.

I heard you were man

of honor and integrity,

but that is lie.

You can't kill me, so you kill my son.

Why?

I brought you here for a reason.

Oh, so you brought me

here? This was your plan.

Some plan.

Who put you on me?

Who hired you?

Was it Arshin?

Trokmykov? Who paid you?

Speak, you f***ing whore.

No.

Let me do this

the old-fashioned way.

I have news for you.

You are going to a very warm place.

It is honor

to kill you myself.

Confess!

Argh.

Kill this dog.

Argh!

When the devil asks what brought you,

tell him it was freedom...

I killed you for freedom.

Freedom? I don't own you.

I don't even know you.

Not for me. For her.

What took you so long?

Danya.

I was so scared.

So many times I wanted to cry

or to say, "Stop. Stop. "

No, no, no.

No, don't cry.

Your tears will freeze.

Nyet!

I can't think anymore.

Oh, my God, they will kill us.

They will kill us.

You've been here too long,

baby. You are nearly frozen.

Tell me.

What?

Tell me again.

In the south of France...

in Montpellier,

the historic center of

town is called I'Ecusson.

It's full of small squares

with beautiful shops,

wonderful bars and cafes,

art galleries

which you would suffer through for me.

Danyam?

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