Maximum Risk

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- Move! Move it!

- Let's go!

Jesus Christ!

Loomis!

I need you to come with me.

Just a minute.

It's Sophie.

Sophie thinks I have a mistress.

You're worried about that?

If you lived with Sophie,

you'd understand.

Sometimes I yearn for our bachelor days

in the army.

We were happy there, no?

Well, I was happy! But you...

I wonder if you've ever been happy.

No. It's not Sophie

that worries me today.

Then what?

- Who is he?

- I thought he was you.

Especially when we couldn't find you.

Then one of my men told me

you were at Major Lescourt's funeral.

I thought it was a sick joke.

I almost fired him.

But who is he?

Come on.

We are talking to witnesses.

Apparently he was being chased.

There's evidence he had been tortured.

His death was not an easy one.

Here's the bag, sir.

This was found

in the victim's pockets.

These matches are from

the Hotel Chevre d'Or.

- Our men are there now.

- Let's go.

Alain, wait.

This is not your case.

I'm not sure I want you involved

at this point.

I am involved!

Did you see his face?

Are you coming or what?

Monsieur Suverov, thank God!

This man told me you were killed

in a car accident.

- Good morning, sir.

- You only had your hair cut!

Yes. Mikhail Suverov.

Now if you want access

to his room...

why don't you ask Monsieur Suverov?

Good idea.

May we search your room, sir?

But of course.

I trust my map to the street

you asked for was satisfactory?

It was. Thank you.

- Did I get any messages?

- Oh, yes. A telephone message.

Alex Bohemia.

- Did he leave a number?

- No

Thank you.

You heard that woman. This Suverov

must have been looking for me.

A stranger with your exact face...

and according to the passport,

your exact birth date...

comes here and asks for directions

to the very street where you live.

A mystery, yes?

An airline ticket

from Nice to New York...

and a New York driver's license.

Some U.S. Cash.

He was born five minutes after you.

I kept both of you for three months.

But I was sick.

I couldn't nurse.

There wasn't even enough

for one of you.

I needed the money.

I had to do it.

Tell me now.

Why did you choose me?

I didn't!

I didn't have the courage.

Somebody else did it for me.

- Somebody else?

- A lawyer from Paris.

He picked up your brother because...

you were crying.

He saw my distress

and offered me money.

He said it was a good family.

Oh, God!

What have I done?

You survived.

Made a home for me.

You did what you had to do.

I don't blame you.

You should've told me.

I know.

Can you remember his name, the lawyer?

Why?

Somebody killed him, Mother.

He was trying to come home.

They killed him.

Alain, please.

Can you remember his name?

Etienne St. Denis.

He had an office

in Place Pigalle in Paris.

Parents always lie

to their children...

to prepare them for the way they'll

be treated later by the government.

Maybe I'm wasting my time.

But if I don't go now,

I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

What do you gain?

You only open old wounds.

The lawyer can't bring him back.

My brother was adopted. If I can find

his family, I can learn about him.

Kind of get to know him.

The lawyer's office

is on the sixth floor.

Remember, I'll do the talking. Okay?

And then seafood.

Promise. Seafood before we go home.

Get out! Get out!

Go! Go!

The man in the elevator!

Help!

Please help!

Help me!

Don't hurt me!

The adoption papers are here.

My boss made me hide them.

He would not give them to anybody.

Stay with me.

You'll be safe.

Come on, let's go.

My God!

Let's go.

Come on.

They've checked the entire floor.

There's no one in there.

No body, nothing.

The secretary said a Russian guy showed

up, asked her boss a lot of questions.

Got upset with him.

Locked her in her room.

The next thing she knew,

the place was on fire.

Have you gone through

every piece of debris in the office?

- We'll keep looking.

- Good.

He was adopted by a Russian family.

The father was a Soviet diplomat

who lived in Paris for five years...

and then immigrated

to America in 1968.

When's the flight?

- What flight?

- Mikhail's flight to New York.

- I want his passport.

- No! You're a cop. That's evidence.

You think it was a coincidence

that guy was Russian?

Who knows what Mikhail

was involved in.

Sebastien...

what happened to my brother

could've happened to me.

Thirty-two years ago it was only luck

that kept me in France.

He made a sacrifice

and never knew it.

I gotta go.

The killer did not know Mikhail is dead.

You go to New York with that face and...

Maybe he isn't.

Would you like a vodka

before you sleep, Mr. Suverov?

- No, thank you.

- You're welcome.

What you see before you

is called gridlock.

- Next exit.

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm writing the great American novel

here on the job.

Literary kind of stuff.

Knock the fillings outta your teeth.

Yeah. I see everything.

That's what it is. It's all about

looking around, observing stuff.

Take you, for instance.

Like that accent of yours.

What's that? Don't tell me.

That's European or something?

Bet you got a story to tell.

This is Davis Hartley here.

I'm not some nickel and dime

street mutt.

I'm not trying to rip you off

or anything.

It would be stupid. A guy like you?

Got a couple pounds of lead in his eyes?

What's that? Is that maybe grief

or something like that?

- You want to talk about it?

- No

Maybe you think I'm trying to rip off

your experiences to put 'em in my novel.

But that's not true. Davis Hartley

is not some moral cretin.

Not precisely.

I'm trying to make a point here.

I'm a professional New York City

cab driver. You know what that means?

I'm the greatest individual at being

able to find anything in the world.

I could find a penguin

in a sandstorm.

- I don't know what a penguin would be...

- Stop talking.

Please stop talking!

Hello! Stop talking!

You want to help? After I stop,

I'll be busy for a while.

Find a guy named...

Alex Bohemia.

Who do you think I am?

Do you think I'm a magician?

New York City is a big place.

How am I supposed to find Alex Bohemia?

Kind of like finding a penguin

in a sandstorm.

You sure you got the right address?

You boys think this is Atlantic City?

Jeremy, pick up your milk money

and get inside!

I'm sorry. I'm looking for...

You're in the wrong neighborhood, man!

I'm looking for a family.

Maybe...

Wack accent!

You way out of your 'hood,

white boy.

You crazy or what?

Or maybe you're a cop?

Hey! Get the hell out from my building,

you little shits!

Come on, old man!

He's the chump.

- Thank you.

- Chump.

Thanks.

They're not scared of you.

They don't know who you are.

- They're supposed to be scared?

- Everybody supposed to be scared of you.

- Why?

- Why?

Please! Big-time gangster like you!

Rich.

I thought you forgot about us.

I haven't seen you here

in a long time.

I'm not who you think I am.

Well, when his family disappeared...

there was a lot of rumors.

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