Thick As Thieves Page #5

Come on!

I'm a police officer!

Listen to me.

There is a thief

locked in your inner vault.

The guard is in the basement closet.

Move, move, move,

move, move!

Now! Move! Come on!

Tell them to put

their weapons down now.

Now!

Okay. Fine.

Put them down:

Now!

Kick them. Now!

What do you want?

You let me out the front door

so I can rejoin my unit.

They have the building surrounded.

Meantime, you go downstairs,

you find your thief and your comrade.

- You understand?

- That door is alarmed.

You have a problem, solve it.

Do not make me

shoot this man, please.

- Put down your weapons.

- We are police!

Yeah? Everybody's police tonight.

Hello?

Hey, I have what you want.

No, it's just me.

Can we talk?

I have a proposition for you.

Where is she?

Do not move.

He has a gun behind the box.

Bad boy.

Give me the box

and give Andrei your weapon, please.

We don't wish trouble here.

No, no, no.

You don't understand.

You let her go,

then I'll give you the box.

You see, if I fire through this box,

which I have no problem

doing what so ever,

Nicky's not gonna

be very happy.

Then we are all expendable.

If you understand

the meaning of the word.

Open the box.

Lower the gun.

Lower the gun.

Lower it.

Okay.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah. I'm just lovely. Thanks.

You go.

Give me the box.

- Get in.

- Why?

Nicky wants too see you.

Give me your weapon.

We're fine, right?

Where do you get off detaining us?

My apologies, Lieutenant Weber.

My security were,

understandably, confused.

Please go with Mr. Sergeev

down to the vault.

We have what you want. Please.

- Where's the other one?

- Nobody else. Just him.

Where the hell's my man?

Lieutenant, your personal life,

none of my business.

I apologise for bringing you here...

but I had to be sure the eggs

were genuine before I let you go.

Your lack of trust

is really depressing, Mr. Petrovich.

I'm a man of my word.

She should be with her godfather now.

Let's see.

- Do you mind?

- Sure... Call.

Yeah.

- Hello?

- Hey. Where are you?

I'm at the jail. I had to see him.

How is he?

Well, how do you think he is?

I had no choice, Alex.

No one had a choice.

Remember? I told you.

Neither one of us could promise a thing.

Listen, promises blow away in the wind.

But feelings are real.

And I need to know

were the feelings lies, too?

Listen, listen.

What I mean is...

are we real?

- I've gotta go, Gabriel. Good night.

- Walt Don't go

Hold...

Are you satisfied?

Did you see them?

- Actually, we were in a hurry.

- Look.

They are simply...

wood?

- Oh, my God:

- Simply wood?

It was 1917, Gabriel.

Russia. People were starving.

There were no jewels,

no diamonds left.

No hope.

Yet Czarina Alexandra

had to have her eggs.

Perhaps you understand

why we had a revolution.

People needed

to believe in something.

Take him home.

Gabriel.

I know what they say about me

but I'm not a killer.

Merely a humble immigrant.

Probably much like you.

I don't think so, Mr. Petrovich.

You're not like me at all.

Excellent. Thanks.

We've got Petrovich.

Snitch called it in. After all this time

looking for him, you know where he was?

I'm sure you'll tell us.

On the boardwalk,

watchin ' the sun come up.

He's coming in now.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, what I didn't count on

was that a so-called professional...

would be manipulated by a chick.

What kind of cops

do they make in Miami?

Good ones, Weber.

Good ones.

I don't get it.

All these years in that world.

How do you let an asset use you?

Sometimes things... change.

Things change?

Like, "which side am I on" change?

Ripley, what is he,

your best friend now?

Actually, a better friend than you.

Ah, I get it. I'm the a**hole.

You're gonna tell me

what a good guy he is...

or how he got caught up

in a situation he couldn't control,

or how the sins of the father

shouldn't rest on the daughter?

Give me something better

than, "things change".

All I can give you is the truth.

Oh, f*** it.

Go back to Miami, Martin.

When your superiors get my report,

you'll be lucky if you have a job.

We'll see.

Hey, say anything

you want about Ripley...

but nothing changes

the fact that I finally got him.

Now when he leaves prison,

he'll be leaving in a pine box.

Let's go see Mr. Petrovich.

No.

- That's not Nicky Petrovich.

- What?

Not him.

Look, man, Organised Crime

confirmed it. That's Nicky Petrovich.

Well, I don't care. That's not him.

I was there, remember?

There's no case here.

- What? Of course there's a case.

- You really think I'll put him on the stand?

An undercover Miami cop

who may or may not be legit?

- No offence.

- None taken.

A cop who's the centrepiece

of a botched undercover operation...

that was officially ordered stopped?

I won't embarrass the Bureau,

much less your department,

which accepted tons of money

and equipment from the Russian Mafia.

What about Romanov's? What about

the goddamn stolen treasures of Russia?

What about it, Weber?

When Zykov found Ripley in the vault,

he had everything cleared out

before you could get in.

I have a proposltlon for you.

There's no way Romanov's

will press charges against Ripley.

Cos they can never admit that the eggs

or anything else ever existed.

So we can't even prove

that Detective Martin and Ripley.

stole even a goddamn dime.

But you must have mug shots.

Russian Mafia,

known associates, something.

That's him.

That's Nicky Petrovich.

- Detective Martin...

- Yeah?

That's Victor Korolenko.

Presumed dead.

We just never found the body.

You never will...

Lieutenant.

Weber.

What?

His lawyer got him in front of a judge

on an expedited bail hearing.

Then he just walked.

- Who was it?

- Who was what?

- The lawyer.

- Who the f*** do you think?

Alex. Korolenko.

You can't promise me anything so...

maybe we shouldn't even try.

Papa.

Shall we go?

Yeah?

Didn't wanna leave

without saylng goodbye...

I owe you one Gaby.

The real Nicky Petrovich...

is the one Zykov is funnelling

the contraband through.

Thank you, but Zykov and Petrovich

have gone to ground.

- Check out a disco called...

- Riga Rose?

Ahh, I see you're famliar

with the territory.

Well... I am a cop, remember?

I never forgot it for a second.

When did you know?

I knew you were comlng

up from Miaml before you did Gaby.

See Weber and I...

Well, let's just say

we share the same sources,

only I pay better.

Sir, we're good to go.

So why the help Ripley?

Maybe feeling guilty?

Guilt's not even in my vocabulary.

I was just hoping

you'd see things differently.

Together you and I could do anything.

Yeah. I believe we did.

I'll get in touch later on,

if you're interested.

Meanwhile, I've got to keep

an appointment with a man...

who's gonna pay

dearly for something...

he's got to keep locked

in his basement just to say it's his.

- Good hunting, Gaby.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Let me talk to her.

Just for a second.

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