Moscow Chill

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Everybody hides.

Everybody tries to, anyway.

But firewalls

can't make them safe.

Not sleazy trans-nationals,

not global terrorists...

and for sure not banking systems

that screw you any chance they get.

Anybody who is part of the

conspiracy to destroy the individual...

should be blown open

and cold-busted.

This ATM right up here.

The money ain't gonna

come to you.

Just give it a second,

it 's gonna come to everybody.

Watch this.

Madon, you did that?

It 's not that hard really.

And it 's happening all over the town.

C'mon, let 's hit the one

around the corner.

Greedy bastards.

I gotta get in on this.

You gotta shake things up...

like the old Greek guy, Prometheus,

when he stole fire from the Gods.

We gotta let the big boys

in theiroffices...

they gonna know we're coming.

That it's really us

who are in charge.

After serving 6 months on

the banking wire fraud and...

criminal mischief charges...

you will be barred from using

any and all computers...

for any purpose.

The State will help cure you

of this disease...

because we cannot tolerate

people like you...

undermining the security of our banking

and telecommunication systems...

at their whim.

One loud-mouthed cabby

was all it took to nail me.

Jail I could understand because

the world still saw me as a criminal.

But a tossing me in a rehab

like some speed freak...

trying to kill my curiosity,

stop me from exploring...

basically steal me from me, there

was no way that was going to fly.

What do you think, Raymond?

Is this glass half-full

or half-empty?

What 's up!

What time does your chick

start work at the hospital?

Lights out is ten o'clock.

Anytime after that.

Great!

You better lay off or you

won't be able to keep her busy.

I can always get it up.

Good boy.

Not a smart move, pal.

Don't forget, you're still

in a correctional facility.

So why don't we just

shut you down?

You know this is gonna add

another six months to your sentence.

Oh! Six months!

Doesn't fit in my plan.

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** am I? I'm his

guardian angel. This is you, right?

- Yeah.

- Good, let 's go.

- Step aside.

- Where you think you're going?

I'm asking you nicely,

let him pass...

and you better put that sh*t down

before anybody get hurt.

I'll put it down!

Maybe you want to call

for some help.

Are you coming or what?

Now I'm asking:

who the f*** are you?

Your ticket out of this place.

- What 's this?

- Put on his clothes...

and we walk out of the front door.

I'll tell everything outside.

- You know I'm on parole, right?

- Big deal. Let 's go!

Thanks for giving me a choice.

Stay in that bed until

somebody kicks you out.

Hey! Who are you guys?

Oh man, we been lost in there

since visiting hour.

Couldn't read one f***ing sign. I'm

telling you:
you have a real problem.

This place is prejudiced against people

who don't know English. So, "ciao"!

- Hey!

- No...

- Just a second.

- Don't run.

- What 's the problem?

- Nice hat!

What about now?

Hey, come back here,

you guys!

We gotta a situation here!

F***ing excellent!

What the hell you were doing fool?

I even grabbed his Game Boy!

C'mon, let 's drink to your freedom.

Oh! Listen to that voice.

It 's real musicians playing, not that

sh*t they do. How do they call that?

It 's called sampling.

Can you please turn this down and

tell me what the f***'s going on?

Turn the music down.

Calm down, take it easy.

We're helping you out.

My name is Nicolai, Kolya,

my guys call me Dolphin.

You know like the fish?

Slick and quick.

It 's not a fish technically,

but, yeah, go ahead.

It 's a shitty picture.

What about it?

What about it?

I don't know a f***.

My boss says go

and get you and I go.

He says the guys like you are

the geniuses of the 21st century.

Sounds like a man with vision.

Absolutely, and he has

a job for you to do.

This boss of yours,

if I work for him...

he's gotta know he's gonna be

an accomplice to multiple felonies.

It 's not a problem. We live outside

of the US jurisdiction.

You got the answers for

everything, don't ya?

That 's right. And don't ask how,

but all your stuff is in the trunk...

because we are going to

my home town, baby... Moscow.

- Moscow? What?

- Of course.

What, you thought we were thugs

from Brighton Beach?

You can go from cleaning toilets,

to being an invisible fugitive...

in a matter of seconds.

I was erased from the system

without even thinking about it.

But, back there, on the ground,

nobody would probably even notice.

You ever heard of Prometheus?

Who?

Prometheus.

Ancient Greek.

He stole fire from the Gods...

and then passed it onto their slaves

without their permission.

Sort of what I thought

I was doing back in the States...

taking information

and passing it on.

For his punishment,

Zeus chained him to a rock...

so that eagles could pick out

his guts day after day.

It 's a real happy story.

Forget your American rules.

You're gonna love it here.

Hi, brother.

How's your flight?

Take the bag.

- This is your guy, Karp.

- What 's up?

Whatever you need,

whatever you want...

you ask him he will get it for you.

- He speaks English?

- No. C'mon get in the car.

Take a nap,

it 's a long ride.

Say hello to Moscow.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- So how is he?

- Pretty good guy. So far.

- Where is he gonna stay?

- If he stay, he'll be in you home.

- Vassli.

- Ray.

Come with me,

visiting hour just started.

The boss called three times already.

He's want to see what he paid for.

I was thinking you meant

more like a hospital...

No, thank God,

he's healthy like a horse.

Give me your hands.

- No way! No way.

- Don't panic.

But to get past this door we have

to pretend like we're arrested.

I just got out of jail, forget it.

It 's no big deal. To get an American,

with no papers...

this far in already cost

ten thousand in bribes.

Unfortunately, not everyone

is for sale here anymore.

So put out your hands.

You came this far.

If they don't let us go,

don't eat the soup.

Exercise time is over.

All prisoners return to their cells.

Victor Sergeevich, hello!

Here he is.

Finally. Finally I see the man

I'm so proud to know.

What?

I've put on a few pounds,

but do you not really recognize me?

- I'm Victor, Victor...

- Dubinsky?

- You used to do my mother's books.

- Yes.

- And her taxes. It 's been...

- Eleven years, my friend.

So, you're the big boss

of these guys?

Amazing, yes?

Anything is possible in this country.

Sit down.

You spent a lot of cash to fly me

from one jail to another.

You know, on paper I'm worth

over 300 million dollars.

No wonder you seem so happy.

Now tell me, how is your mom?

She's not so good.

She died last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She was very nice,

gave me confidence, always.

It 's kind of a funny place

for a reunion, Victor.

So what if he's American?

If Dubinsky brought him,

we should use him too.

Years ago, after the break up

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