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from Stockholm.

Good luck, then.

- Bastard.

- Don't.

You're making a mistake. We're

on the same side. I promise you.

We wanna talk to him.

You're a fool!

We don't need to talk to him.

Osborne's going to Stockholm.

Stockholm!

Come on! Get me out of this place.

Come on! I wanna stay one step

ahead of that bastard.

You on the outside and me on the inside,

looking at you from the morgue!

I want you to promise me,

Anton, on your life...

that you will take all this - papers, tape -

personally to the prosecutor general.

On my life, I promise.

- And give me your gun.

- Oh, Christ.

It's a lawyer's special issue.

It probably won't shoot straight.

And if Irina ever turns up...

take care of her for me.

Well, sure. I'll give her your beautiful car.

- What are you going to do?

- A brisk walk.

And a little dip.

Arkady.

The firing squad will not be quite

as much fun as Stockholm, will it?

Arkady.

You're out of... you're out of control.

You kept me on the case

to put pressure on Osborne.

He couldn't have been offering... enough.

But you settled.

The price must have been high.

You should be looked after.

Certainly you should be looked after.

How much?

$100,000, American?

Come on. You know

the value of live sables.

This'll be worth tens

of millions to Osborne.

Osborne was greedy.

That's why I had to

threaten him with, uh...

I was going to say my best man.

150,000, hm? How about that?

- I've ordered stingers.

- Stingers.

- What's that?

- Cognac and crme de menthe.

Which of the two is meant

to spoil the other?

In Sweden all

excesses are permitted.

Comrade Pribluda, when do I get

the gun, and where do I kill him?

You will ask no questions.

You will make no comments.

You will simply do as you're told.

Consider yourself lucky to be still alive.

Osborne will trade. He'll return the

six sables, but he'll only talk to you.

And I don't like that, Renko.

I'm warning you. Be very, very careful.

Why will he trade?

What will he trade?

Which is the brandy?

Which is the crme de menthe?

Let's see if you can tell, Renko.

Bruised, are we?

I imagine they wanted to make quite sure

you were telling the truth about lamskoy.

Well, he didn't know

how good you were, did he?

The fool.

And now you're here to kill me.

Right?

Yes.

What do you think?

You know the KGB will always

track you down, wherever you are.

Precisely.

So, what exactly are you proposing?

- Do not be unduly alarmed.

- What are you doing?

You haven't seen

the rest of the house yet.

Old houses are so like people,

don't you think?

Full of surprises.

- Open that door.

- What?

Open the door.

I made them bring you.

You see, corruption is part of us.

All of us.

The very heart of us.

Irina?

Why should a woman sleep with a killer

unless she likes being hurt?

- No!

- No?

Then it's money that excites you,

perhaps? It's money?

You've earned it, Irina. You paid with

the lives of your friends. What is this?

Is this another one of his gifts?

You're a whore, Irina.

You're a whore.

When you showed me the head -

Valerya's head - I decided to kill myself.

- Melodrama.

- Yes.

I went to Osborne instead.

I slept with him.

I didn't feel dirty. I felt as though

a layer of my skin had been burnt away.

- I knew what to do.

- Yes. Sell yourself.

What else did I have to sell?

I told him I knew everything.

But I knew he wanted me. I told

you I'd do anything to get out.

Anything.

The second day in Stockholm I went

to the KGB. The Russian embassy.

I told them I could get the sables back

if they would trade you for them,

if they would let you out because...

because I...

Irina?

I had to get you out.

It was the only reason.

Why would Osborne trade

the sables for me?

He's got more than six, Arkasha.

Valerya and the others helped him

use the route once before.

He's got another six sables.

And nobody knows it, except him and me.

And now you.

Frankly, I am astounded that your people

would understand a sexual obsession.

But, well, it seems they understand that

I want her enough to trade the sables.

Only she won't come without you.

But they sent me here to kill you.

But they'd rather have

their little furry friends back.

- But my job is to kill you.

- What?

Kill a man who keeps his promises?

You see the hat that was not

delivered to you in Moscow.

Barguzinsky sable. The finest.

There's no more comparison

between this and ordinary fur

than Irina's skin and that of other women.

Feel it.

You're sick, Osborne. Sick. I don't want

the hat or anything else from you.

Oh, be forgiving. You want

to survive, don't you?

Tomorrow, if you convince them,

the Soviets and I will trade.

You and Irina for the six sables.

Oh, and, uh, $200,000.

Do you agree?

Yes.

A stinger, please. A stinger.

- That's a whore's drink.

- I am a whore.

- How many?

- Three upstairs. KGB.

- Maybe more down here.

- OK. What's the score?

- I'll give you one, two, three.

- OK. Shoot.

One.

Osborne is deceiving KGB into a swap.

Six sables for Irina and me, plus dollars.

- But he's got more out than they know.

- When's the swap?

- Tomorrow. They've bought it.

- OK. Two.

Two. I am under orders from Moscow

to kill Osborne and the sables.

- Three.

- Three. The KGB kills Osborne,

you, the girl and the sables.

Am I right?

- Correct.

- Does she know this?

No.

- You're in a hell of a jam. Did I tell you?

- Yes, thank you. Eat some of my peanuts.

I'll be there. Good luck.

- What are you doing?

- This is a whore's drink.

- Give me that. Let's get out of here.

- We've got an early start.

Son of a b*tch.

Oh, no.

- Don't touch him.

- Oh...

God, no.

What are you up to, Renko?

What's he doing here?

- What the hell is going on?

- Who is it? Who?

A friend.

He killed my dogs.

I gutted him because he killed my dogs.

Now, Mr Osborne.

Let's not concern ourselves

with the intruder.

Are these the six sables?

The sables are dead.

Throw down your guns.

Not while you have yours.

Mr Osborne, everything is correct now.

You may take Renko here. We take

the sables. No one needs guns.

The sables are dead.

I do not intend to join them.

We're not thugs, Mr Osborne.

If that's what you want,

you may have our weapons.

- Rurik, Osborne will kill you.

- Stay out of this, you.

Wake up. He'll kill all

of you, except Pribluda.

- What?

- Pribluda is Osborne's man.

- That's why he'll give up his gun.

- Renko, you're a liar.

It's all right. Renko is unarmed.

- I made sure of that.

- Put the gun down.

- What?

- Put down the gun.

Jack...

listen.

I've got the money.

Mr Osborne.

On your right there are two more KGB.

Keep your head down.

Holy Peter.

Arkasha!

Irina, stay out!

Step out, Renko.

Or the girl is dead.

No, Arkasha.

Renko.

That's a KGB gun.

Now we can be free.

Arkasha?

Irina.

I have to go back.

No.

I have to go back, otherwise

they will hunt you down.

That was...

That was the deal I made in Moscow.

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