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in about an hour.

Why don't we

back it offa little?

How fast are we going, anyway?

I don't know.

It's in klicks.

How fast is it in klicks, then?

1 1 0, 1 20.

That's not so bad.

Ridley, that's in miles per hour!

- So what?

- ''So what?''

You're going 1 20 miles per hour

on a Hog on a dirt road!

It's not an off-road bike, Rid!

Ten klicks to the border.

Chill.

Yeah, that ten klicks

is gonna be a long walk...

ifone ofthese tires goes out.

Oh, sh*t.

Ridley, we've got lights!

Don't look!

Watch the road!

- Looks like they're gaining on us.

- What?

Yeah, they're definitely gaining

on us, Ridley, and fast!

- What the hell could they be driving?

- My limit's 1 50, man.

Faster! What in the world

are they driving?

Sh*t!

Come on, baby!

Who said this isn't

an off-road bike?

I've got news foryou, Rid.

They've got an off-road airplane.

- There it is.

- That's it? That's the border?

What doyou want,

a Stuckies and a casino? Hang on.

We can make it.

It won't work. Not double.

Then you go.

Don't get saintly on me, Ridley.

- I gotyou into this! You go!

- Your kids! Go home!

Ridley, I'll be fine.

I promise.

Get to the American consulate

on the other side.

They'll have me on a plane

first thing in the morning.

- Go! Get out ofhere! Go!

- You better make it.

Closeyour eyes and take the money.

God forgive me.

Wait. Let's see ifhe makes it.

Come on.

Magnificent.

Let's go.

Make sureyou tip

the border guards well.

Did you--

Did you really think I could

letyou pull a stunt like that...

even ifI wanted to,

in front ofthem?

How could you do that to me?

How could you be so...

thoughtless?

All right.

We start again.

I'll giveyou a bonus of$1 00,000,

U.S., payable however.

You play through the championship.

Play till the goddamn

cable deal closes...

then you may go whereyou wish.

I'll even giveyou

a retirement game.

Go fuckyourself.

Throw that sack ofshit out ofhere!

Get rid ofhim!

What are we going

to do with you, eh?

In the old regime, Petrovich was

above the official rank in Spetnaz...

before the age of30.

KGB colonels used to cross the street

when the saw him come.

Now they all line up

to grovel in the dust.

Would you like a drink ofwater?

You obviously don't care

anything foryourself...

but haveyou thought

about the girl?

Oh, dear boy, you don't imagine

you have any secrets, doyou?

Why doyou think she's still alive?

Because Petrovich needs you.

He'll giveyoujust about anything

you want, including her life...

ifyou playyour cards right.

You have an opportunity here.

You might call it

the opportunity ofa lifetime.

You see Yevgeny over there,

so full ofhimselfnow?

He used to work

in the post office.

I introduced him

to the proper financing...

and now he owns the mines.

Yeah, making a fortune.

He keeps the miners in line.

Good business. Good business.

You might wonderwhy

I'm not in it myself.

I don't need to own the mines.

Doyou know why?

Because I own the man

who owns the mines.

All he has, I have.

Same with the supermarkets...

the TV station, locomotive plant.

I don't need

a political position...

because I own the men who do.

We learn to separate ourselves

from humanity...

likeyou,Jonathan,

separateyourselffrom your teammates.

You can keepyour 1 00K.

But I do like

the view from up here.

No, I want more.

I want ownership--

part ofthe media rights...

the gambling revenues,

the works.

Jonathan, areyou fooling with me?

Come on, Alexi, we both want

the same thing here, don't we?

Good. Very good.

Let Serokin takeyou back home.

You've got a big night

ahead ofyou.

What?

Aurora's kind ofbugging me.

You know,

getting way too serious.

I hate that too. Women.

Yeah.

I want her out ofmy life.

Do me a favor and trade her.

No problem.

People disappear all the time.

No, trade her, Alexi.

Just trade her. I like the lady.

I don't want her disappeared.

I just want her gone, okay?

All right.

I'll do that.

Playwell tonight.

Playwell.

Gave me a lot ofshit

about wanting to become a partner.

Just cover to get the girl out.

Did you give him that?

I thought it was

too subtle for him.

So, the first chance he gets,

he'll bolt.

Sh*t! I'm this close

to a North American cable deal!

Well, Maybe there is one thing

we can do to turn this to a profit.

You did promise him a retirement game,

after all.

Sanjay, you are a rat,

butyou are my rat, and I loveyou.

Go ahead.

Trade the girl.

Trade the girl to the Horde.

But we're playing them tonight.

He wants her gone.

Life is full

oflittle disappointments.

Make sure they get

a number on her.

We heard you were in

a rock-climbing accident.

Areyou all right?

Yeah.

You know me.

I'm hard to hurt.

Where's Ridley?

You guys are always together.

Yeah.

Be careful.

Ladiesandgentlemen,

this is whatit'sallabout--

one hard-fought struggle for

all the marbles.

And the Red Horsemen--

There is unbelievable tension

in thisarena.

Thereare fourteams

in the quarterfinals...

but without thehelp

ofMarcus Ridley...

who was crippled by

a sudden attack ofmalaria...

whichhe contractedin the tropics

onanarchaeologicaldig.

Malaria?

Ifthey'll buy it,

I'll sell it.

- Ridley's not sick, is he?

- Don't get in this. Stay out ofit.

- You shouldn't go out there.

- I've got to.

That's how I got him to send

Aurora away. He made it real clear.

- Where are they sending her?

- What do I care...

just as long as it's

away from here?

What makes you think

you can trust him?

I don't have a choice.

You can't help me, Denny.

It's quite simple.

The Golden Horde, however, seem tohave

severaltransfers from otherteams--

Hey, little lady,

I see they got a number on you.

Nice. Very nice.

Yeah! Yeah!

Get the goddamn camera

out ofmy face, asswipe!

And now, for all ofyou out there,

a surprise is on the way.

Despite earlierreports

ofarock-climbingaccident...

he's comingback.

Despite thepleadingofhis trainers

andthe threats ofhis doctors...

he's comingback.

He's comingback

forthelove ofthegame.

He's comingback

foryouandforme.

Thegreatestrollerballer

whohas everlived...

yourvery ownJonathan--

Cross!

Look. Bravo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this?

Last minute rule changes.

You understand that?

They give this message toyou.

''Playwell, and she will be

on the Horde team playing tonight.''

Ladiesandgentlemen,

aspecialannouncement.

Asyouallknow, at thelast

owners'meeting in Odessa...

certain rule changes

were proposed and adopted.

In the finaleliminationround...

normal rules and penalties

are to be suspended.

What are they doing?

Thegame willbeplayedwith

no fouls calledandnopenalties.

What is this sh*t?

There's no such rules--

They're going to kill someone.

No penalties.

This is gonna be interesting.

He tattooed her face.

- What areyou gonna do?

- Play the goddamn game, I guess.

You ever see thugs like that

on the bench before?

This will make us, my friend.

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