Siberia Page #3

There was no reason for you

to contact me that evening.

It was an act of generosity

some might argue saved my life.

Now, there's no reason

for me to contact you.

Keep going.

F***, Lucas, you hold

everything at a distance.

You see it as a strength,

but it can also be a weakness.

I'm telling you,

feel this.

Go home, now,

before it's too late.

- [Andrei] Hello?

- [Lucas] Is he f***ing me over?

- Who?

- Your brother has vanished with my diamonds.

Tell me why I shouldn't think

he's f***ing me over.

Because he's Pyotr.

The FSB is involved.

Warn him, if he calls.

[exhaling sharply]

F***.

Can I see?

It's not real?

The best I've ever seen,

but no, not real.

And this is

a problem, I assume?

One of many.

The same?

Real.

I've promised someone a dozen

and I only have one,

which is

another of my problems.

Tell me about

the gun, please.

It's Pyotr's.

You found him?

Is that all you have to say?

Does your wife

know you do this?

Yes.

What does she

think about it?

[sighing]

She's used to it.

[sniffing]

This scent, what's the word

for it in English?

[sniffing]

Jasmine.

Jasmine...

You should bring

home some of them.

For your wife.

Do you bring her gifts

when you return

from your travels?

Not so much.

Why?

Do you think

you're the gift?

That she should be

so happy to see you home?

If you love someone,

when you go away

you should bring them

something.

To show you carry them

with you.

You are a grown man.

I should not need to

tell you this.

I want you to do

something for me.

Anything.

F*** me.

Right now.

Like you f***

your wife.

[grunting]

Tell me you love me.

I love you, Gabby.

I love you, too.

Hey.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Keep f***ing her.

I want you to say

her name when you come.

Say it.

[grunting intensifies]

Gabby.

Gabby.

[panting]

How old are you?

All those years,

and you still haven't learned

how to embrace someone

at a moment like this?

I'm sorry, Katya.

Your blue diamonds...

do they never lose

their color?

"Diamond" comes from

a Greek word.

Adamas.

It means "unalterable."

Is that why

you love them?

I love them

because they're beautiful

and rare

and tough.

Not much of a talker, are you?

I need to go out

for a couple of hours.

Will you be okay?

But you flew me

all the way out here

to sit alone

in your hotel room?

I need to go appease a man.

The man who is expecting

the dozen diamonds

but only receiving one.

Where?

I'll be back

in a couple of hours.

[door opening]

[door closing]

[car horns honking,

someone laughing]

Lucas Hill.

[laughing, glasses clinking]

Hey.

Now we can begin.

Have you brought my blue beauty,

this thing of wonder?

Thank you.

Welcome.

Come on in.

Let's do business.

The rest is just as lovely?

Then we will be friends

for life.

[door opens]

[Boris]

Is that your lovely friend?

It is.

[sniffing]

[rap music playing

in the background]

[exhaling]

To life.

[sniffing]

Ah.

To life.

[Boris]

I like this girl.

Come.

Come, man. To life, huh?

[sniffing]

Opa.

In America,

you swear loyalty

by becoming blood brothers, yes?

Would you like to become my...

...my brother?

Here's what I'd like to do.

My lovely friend here?

I tell her to suck you off.

And at the same time,

you tell your lovely friend

to suck me off.

We sit, staring at each other

until we come.

After that,

nothing can separate us.

Huh?

I'm touched by your gesture.

But this is something, um...

It's not how we do things

in America.

[laughing]

Thank God we're in Russia, man.

Opa!

What?

She's, uh,

not good enough for you?

Quite the contrary.

You have excellent taste.

Then what is it?

Your woman's mouth is

too pretty for my cock?

Not at all.

I just think...

Boris, Boris.

- Lena?

- Mm-hmm.

Tell me to suck his cock.

[Boris]

I think it's better

if we leave here

as brothers.

Because if we're not brothers,

maybe we're not friends, either.

Do it.

[no audible dialogue]

[door opening]

Messages?

Your room number, sir?

[whispering]

They're upstairs.

Thank you.

Polozin, FSB.

I'm going to be

direct.

I hope you'll respond

in kind.

The FSB has no interest

in you, Mr. Hill.

In fact, we'd like to

see you leave the country

as soon as possible.

But first, we hope you will

provide a small service.

What kind of service?

We recently took a man

named Yuri Samsonov

into custody.

Mr. Samsonov had

in his possession

a number of quite beautiful

blue diamonds.

Beautiful but worthless,

as it turned out.

Perhaps you're not so

surprised to hear this.

I'd like to speak with

my embassy, if you don't mind.

We should keep talking,

no?

Someone, apparently,

has taken it

into his head to

inconvenience Mr. Volkov.

My job is to be

the inconvenience.

But to accomplish this,

unfortunately I need

your assistance.

It would be helpful

to us

if you would vouch for

the quality

of poor Mr. Samsonov's

fake diamonds.

Meaning?

What do you suppose might happen

if someone

with your unquestionable

expertise were to convince

Mr. Boris Volkov

to buy these diamonds of ours?

You know what would happen to me

if I do this.

Mr. Volkov

would be rather unhappy.

Which would give me what?

A day?

Two, maybe three.

Enough time to leave

the country.

I assume you have a reason why I

shouldn't tell you to f*** off.

Indeed.

Now might be the time

to share it.

When you tell us

to f*** off,

what do you think

happens to her?

Ah.

Perhaps you don't care.

Mr. Hill?

How much did

Samsonov pay?

40 million.

Your partner,

he's quite the salesman.

I'm hoping

you're as skilled.

Here's a transmitter.

Not that we don't trust you,

of course.

Your lapel, please.

Thank you.

Good.

Say something.

F*** off.

[laughing]

Okay, and this is for

the wire transfer.

He'll be bringing

his appraiser with him.

Will that be a problem

for you?

Depends on whether he comes

with a spectrometer.

Did he bring it last time?

I didn't see one.

Then it should not be

a problem.

Thank you, Mr. Hill.

[buzzer sounding]

[long buzzer blast

sounding]

Please.

Just a quick kick of the tires,

that's all.

Of course.

You know what happens

if something is wrong?

You and I, we go

for a walk together.

What's his problem?

Pavel,

shut the f*** up.

My apology, brother.

In America, it's a weighty term.

Don't be like that.

Please.

Let's have a drink, kid.

Please.

I don't have time.

I have a flight to catch.

[Boris]

Brother.

Lucas, look at me.

Huh?

No.

No...

These diamonds are good?

As good as you'll ever see,

Boris.

[sighing]

The account?

[device beeping]

[Boris]

Done?

Done.

You should have been

an actor, Mr. Hill.

We're sending you home.

[device chiming]

[phone buttons beeping]

I need a favor,

Vincent.

Ah, you see?

We are friends.

You contact Boris Volkov.

You offer him $65 million

for the blues,

then make excuses to delay

the transaction.

F*** that.

I'm not paying that savage

65 million anything.

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