Maximum Risk Page #2

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Some said they had gone back

to Russia.

Others said there was trouble

with their grocery in Little Odessa.

Russian mob controls everything

in Little Odessa.

Maybe that's why he joined them.

- How old was he?

- Sixteen. Forced to live on the street.

You gotta be strong to be a white boy

growing up in this neighborhood.

Did he ever mention me?

No.

Your brother's.

He kept it here all these years.

- Was he happy?

- Yeah.

The last I saw him, he had matured.

Got real serious.

- But he had choices.

- What choices?

- He was alone.

- I'd have taken him in.

He was a strange boy.

You should go back to France.

What you find here could be ugly.

Did he ever mention someone

named Alex Bohemia?

No. But there's a nightclub in Little Odessa

called the Bohemia.

Your vodka, Mr. Suverov.

Excuse me, I'm looking...

Mr. Suverov, you have a phone call.

Follow me.

Mikhail.

Are you crazy? What the hell

are you thinking coming in here?

The key wasn't in the mailbox

'cause Darlene didn't show up tonight...

so I don't get a break

for another 20 minutes.

Here.

You might as well take it now.

You shouldn't have come!

You should've looked for the key later.

What's the matter?

You all right?

- Excuse me.

- Alex.

You probably gave half of those

bent-nose guys up there a heart attack.

I'm surprised we weren't trampled

on the way to the phone.

You better get outta here.

I'll see you soon as I get off.

Don't even think about going to sleep.

We got a lot of catching up to do.

Just tell me.

Is everything going to be okay?

Get outta here!

You need to go back inside.

Ivan wants to talk to you.

We were family!

You betrayed us.

Enough.

Enough!

This is your lucky day.

Get in!

That was dynamite.

Any of those guys Alex Bohemia?

Good. I guess that would've been

structural letdown, huh?

You know this place?

Yeah. It's a fleabag hotel.

They say that Bret Easton Ellis,

he got drunk...

and he threw up in a fig tree.

The thing won't stop growing.

They got to keep trimming it.

- Just relax.

- He's a very good writer.

Just relax. Thanks.

- I'll wait here for you.

- Thank you for your help.

Wait. We're not done yet.

We gotta find Alex.

My whole first chapter hangs on that.

Go home and use your imagination

for chapter one.

Hi. Last time I was here

I stayed in room 323.

Kind of a good luck thing.

It's available?

Nope. But I got 305

across the hall.

That's fine.

Sign.

Good evening, Mr. Dzasokhov.

You're a very pretty girl, Alex.

You know that?

Thank you.

Will you do me a favor?

The band is too loud.

It's a birthday party.

The band is too loud.

Ten minutes, Yuri.

Ten minutes.

All I asked was that

you hold Mikhail...

for ten minutes.

Is that a long time?

No. That is a very short time.

How long can you hold your breath?

I know a fellow in Odessa once

who could hold his breath...

for five minutes, 33 seconds.

Did Mikhail talk to anyone

while he was here?

Nicholas, please.

The man is trying to speak.

He was talking...

to her.

So, what did you and Mikhail

talk about?

I told him he had a phone call.

The caviar is fresh tonight.

Did I tell you

what a pretty girl you are?

Let me ask you something, sweetheart.

Do you have any idea what

will happen to you if you lie to me?

I will never lie to you.

Because if you lie to me,

pretty girl...

you won't be pretty anymore.

Get back to work.

All she needs is a good f...

What are you doing over there?

Oh, Mikhail, I missed you.

You're so tense.

I'll help loosen you up.

What's this?

You playing hard to get?

Is this a game?

Fine. Have it your way.

But no handcuffs this time.

You've gotten a lot harder

since you've been away.

Ivan was all over me

after you left tonight.

He kept asking me stuff.

Did I talk to you?

What did I say?

He's like something

that crawls out of an old pipe.

It's okay.

In a few days,

this will all be behind us.

Uh, I can't do it.

I'm not Mikhail.

He's dead.

Come here.

Sh*t!

Look, I'm positive the girl

went up to 323.

The room is empty.

I was just up there.

You saw her come in.

When did she leave?

I don't...

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah. He checked in across the hall.

- Room 305.

- Room 305. Okay, good. Let's go.

Found this.

- Where did he go?

- I don't know.

Where did he go?

Tell me!

I want them dead!

Down!

Come on!

Hold it!

What are you...

Get in, get in, get in!

Go!

Keep moving.

Come on.

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

You were supposed to go home

and write.

Who needs home?

I'm always working anyway.

I guess we got

chapter one finished, huh?

Oh, my God!

- Is this Alex? Alex Bohemia?

- Yeah.

That's great.

Unexpected development.

The whole thing's so scary.

We gotta go! Come on.

Come on!

Zanzibar Club. Police state that

a man and woman were being pursued...

He was in trouble.

Wouldn't admit it, though.

Always said he had everything

under control.

That he had a lot of money put away.

Enough for a lifetime.

Said he had a plan

that would get him out of the mob.

I guess he was wrong.

They found him.

What did my brother mean to you?

Everything.

Take me to his place.

I want to get to know him.

Take you to his place?

Are you crazy?

You show up and start this mess

that almost gets us killed.

You don't have a clue

who you're dealing with, do you?

If you wanna kill yourself,

be my guest.

But who gave you the right

to risk my life?

I can't go home.

I can't go to work.

You painted a big red target

on my back.

Where's the check?

Mikhail used to say we could never stay

in one place too long.

We have to move all the time.

It's time for us to move.

- They'll find us here.

- The cabbie didn't have to die.

This is just the beginning.

I've seen it before.

They won't stop until you're dead, too.

You can't go to the police.

You can't hide.

Ivan and his boss, Kirov,

are relentless.

All right, I'll bring you

to your brother's home.

This explains why Mikhail

picked a bank in Nice.

Holy sh*t.

Looks like we got another chance.

How did he manage to hide

a twin brother from us?

Sir, Mikhail never communicated

with him. If he had, we'd have known.

All right.

Well, in less than 56 hours that bank

in Nice opens the safe deposit box...

and we all read about ourselves

in the "New York Times. "

If that happens...

we'll be spending the rest of our lives

wondering how we screwed up so badly.

Washington doesn't

like federal agents...

working for the Russian mob.

Our names are on that list.

Get the brother.

Convince him to work with us in Nice.

We don't have any options.

We'll get him.

And, guys, keep this one alive.

I doubt if they were triplets.

Triplets.

Alex, what are you doing?

Look at this mess.

Maybe if you told me what you're

looking for, I could help you find it.

I wouldn't know what to tell you.

I'm just looking.

What'd you find?

He knew about me.

What'd you do in the war?

Sniper.

Why wait five years to find me?

Jimmy! You in there?

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