SHADOW BOXING
Great day, guys.
Great day.
It s your day, Artyom.
I believe in you more than anyone. Give us everything you can do.
No sweat.
Genghis Khan.
- It s hot here, Vagit. - Sure.
Guys, it s time to go.
- The shows on. - What was that?
It s time, guys. The TV crews are getting restless.
- Gosh! - Okay, here we go.
Move, move.
Gosh! Hes tops.
- Do you really, actually, know him? - Not too close.
It s gonna be some fight.
And now, ladles and gentlemen...
12 rounds of boxlng forthe champlonshlpof the world.
Show him what youve got, babe.
- Show him what youve got. - Everything under control, Vagit.
Aint nobody home, babe.
- Mr. Hill, do you like Moscow? - I love Moscow.
This is to be Kolchins fight of a lifetime.
Never before has he had such a strong challenger.
Palmer always wins by a knock-out.
It s the first time that two fighters at this rank...
These fighters are gonna be history.
Excuse me.
- Yeah. Thank you. - Look at this gentleman.
Ill get you ass whipped!
And, with a perfect record of 42flghts...
Piece of shit!
...40 vlctorles comlng In the way of knock-out...
ladles and gentlemen, presentlng...
champlon of the world...
Larry"Almlghty"Palmer.
What is it? You OK?
I have a bad feeling.
I did something very, very wrong.
7 DAYS BEFORE THE FIGHT
Yes, Kolchin is my personal investment.
Yes. Twenty fights to his name, and he is up against Palmer.
Yes.
That s saying something.
Where have you been? The trees dying!
No, Im talking to somebody else.
Do whatever it takes, but this guys gotta be on form for the fight.
- Yes? Understand? - Goodbye.
Somebody called me from your school.
Dad, the guy was asking for it.
What did I tell you?
Never hit them in the face. It leaves marks.
Teachers are pests, you dont want them on your back.
Aim for the liver or the solar plexus. Where is the solar?
Full marks. Give it to me.
Dad.
Hit me.
Dad! You OK?
Dad!
Tough guy!
Jesus! Bye.
Hey, man. Sign it for my kid.
Where is he?
Hes studying in the UK. Goes in for boxing too. Your fan.
- What s his name? - Ivan.
- Give my regards to Vagit. - You have a name?
Sasha Bely. Good luck for the fight.
Nice car.
You win, it s yours.
Well, here we go, champ.
You made it.
This is Moscow, babe.
Hello, Moscow!
Hey, Mr. Hill, what s up?
Hello, Mr. Hill. How was your flight?
Well, it was a long flight, but it s gonna be a short fight, babe.
Mr. Wild, babe! Come on, champ.
- Welcome to Moscow. - Thank you. Thank you.
Gazette of Moscow. Can you tell us what s your prediction for the fight?
What s my prediction for the fight? It s gonna be a knock-out, babe.
You want to keep your women and your children home...
cause this is gonna be for adults only.
Vagit!
My partner. My friend.
Good to see you, babe.
I can really... I thought that you wouldnt come.
Oh, that was a joke, man. Come on.
Welcome to Moscow. Please have it.
What s your opinion on your future fight?
Ive come here to destroy.
Look up.
Keep looking.
- What breed is that? - Whose breed?
The bears.
Bears are not dogs, they have no breeds.
- Look straight ahead. - Why is it blue then?
Keep looking. Enough of the silly questions.
- Any knock-outs? - No.
Never on the receiving end, I mean.
When were you last at an oculist s?
No idea. Why?
I see.
Ever get blurry vision, flashes, bright spots?
I guess. When I catch it in the head. So what s the matter?
You have torn retina. Both eyes.
Youre kidding.
Ill be damned.
The picture was completed in 1885.
Cool.
Weve got a retiring champion versus a Great White Hope.
Perfect scenario for a 3-match pack.
First fight. Your boy fights like hell.
Almost takes the title, but barely loses.
Perfect set-up for the rematch.
In Vegas, movie stars, celebrities, you name them, we got them.
They all sat ringside, huh?
Fight of the year. Fight of the year. Split decision.
Your boy wins.
Finally, we got the final rematch.
Television rights being beaten for the highest bit.
People screaming for it.
All we need it s for you boy to lose.
Josef, look at this masterpiece.
The bullet-head is laying down his terms?
Or am I missing something?
Look. Why dont you wait for the diagnosis?
- Your names Vika, isnt it? - That s right. Vika.
- Victoria. - Im Artyom. So, Vika...
will you be human for a second?
Theres this thing, the Hippocratic Oath.
It says: Thou shall not do harm.
Vika...
what are you doing?
This is my big chance. The one in a lifetime kind.
I have nothing else in my life.
I dont know how to do anything but fight.
How about the Sports Academy? Theyll teach you not to be a fool.
So, hows it going?
Theres something we need to...
Everythings fine, no contraindications.
Yes? That s splendid. So will you beat Palmer?
No sweat, doc.
Go, big man. And remember...
youre our Great White Hope.
Thank you, doctor. Vika...
thanks a million.
Vagit, it s not a bad plan. Selling the fight several times over.
Why should we?
Palmers getting old. Artyom will tear him apart.
And then it s our game: We can fight De La Hoya or whoever we like.
It s politics. We take Hills offer or he screws us at the IBF.
What the hell can he do to us?
Look, if I just agree with you all the time, what do you need me for?
- I... - Vagit.
I need time to think.
It s all in your hands, Vagit.
This artist was truly inspired. That undistinguished candle.
Such short detail.
Isnt it?
Fucking tour guide.
Who is this?
A sailor home from the sea.
For your collection.
Thank you.
Hes so funny. What flag does he sail under?
French, I suppose. See the pompon?
Pompon?
So, why a sailor?
Hes a playful fellow.
Sailed a lot, seen a lot.
Islands, monkeys, coconuts, pearls, all kinds of stuff.
Very cool.
Ill call him Jean-Paul, then.
A fine name. Like Belmondo.
How about going somewhere?
No contraindications.
Only I have my exams.
Maybe in a few days?
- Are you studying Medicine? - That s right.
I only got through technical school.
I should go to college, but theres so little time.
Sure, all time is for training.
Nothing funny there.
Do you think a boxer is always dumb?
I read a lot. Ive just been reading Kipling...
...if you like to know. - Jungle Book?
Not Jungle Book. About the British army.
And you?
I like poetry. Alexander Blok, most of all.
Terrific lighting, huh?
Yeah. Space-like.
In my days, I used to spend evenings before the fight at the ring.
To get in the mood.
I prefer music for that.
- Rap? Hip-hop? - None of them. Techno.
I went to a disco once before a fight.
And there was a problem with the locals, a real free-for-all.
With cops, too.
Next day, my right hand was raw and huge like a melon.
You swine.
- And? - I won anyway.
My left s like a hammer drill.
Artyom. Why do you think I need this fight?
- Same as I do. To win. - I want to go back.
You are me...
2O years ago.
Dont make my old mistakes.
Dont think you are the toughest...
and the worlds going to fall for you.
The world mangles the best ones first.
Promise me...
you wont get into a brawl...
or go fuck some bimbo the last night.
You must win.
Is this the pep up talk?
No. No pep up.
Just telling you the way it is.
I hear you. That guy over there...
is in for a hard fall.
Hello?
Boss.
Vagit! How you doing?
Yeah, great, man. You have a good plan, but...
let the best man win.
I offered you my hand. You pushed it away.
I thought you were my friend, my partner.
It s my decision.
Im disappointed, Vagit.
Very disappointed.
It s in the boys hand now.
Good work, good work! I believe in you, go on!
Box!
How do you like that, punk?
Give it to him!
Stop!
Youre on top form, man!
Alright, good round, buddy. Good round.
Relax, Larry.
Artyom, listen to me.
- Keep cool. - Dont expose yourself.
- Come on, man. - Protect yourself.
He nearly killed you there. And dont go for cheap effects.
All I want you to do in this round is just keep going with the jab.
- Work in the body a little bit more. - Yeah, right on.
Take no risks.
Fight!
Palmer is now pushing his opponent harder.
He tries to provoke him into rash action.
- Artyom, hes baiting you! - Corner!
Corner! Corner!
That s my man! Well done, champ!
Three, four, five...
six... How are you?
Box!
Split! Split! Split!
Box!
Come on!
Go for it, man!
Go for it!
Stop!
Corner!
One, two, three, four...
five, six, seven...
Down here.
Keep your distance! Dont get excited, hell trap you.
Do you think it was bad for him?
It s like a steamroller over your head.
What kind of sport is this? Who needs it?
Just keep pushing on him, champ.
Did you hear me?
III knock him out now.
Box!
Come on!
The gloves are off.
Artyom!
Good round, babe! You own him!
Are you okay? Look at me.
Some makeover he gave you.
That s my man. Money in the bank.
This guy is finished. No more for him.
You have to go through this round.
Stick to him, be a nuisance...
just dont let him get you in a corner.
Artyom, are you okay?
Can you go on?
Do you want me to stop it?
Dont even think.
Box!
Break!
Fight!
Stop!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Round.
That s what Im talking about, champ!
Yeah, babe!
Yeah!
Yeah, give it for him! Give him the belt.
That s a fighter. That s a champion in here.
That s my boy. It s my baby boy.
Way to go, kid. Yeah, babe. Yeah.
Vika?
- How did you know? - You smell nice.
It must be the patchouli.
- How are you? - Not bad.
The head feels like it s not mine.
What does the doctor say?
It s not great.
Theyll examine you tomorrow and tell you.
- I wonder if III go blind. - Dont say that.
I should see some light through the bandages.
And I dont.
Nonsense. It s dark here.
Vika. You better go.
Ill come again tomorrow.
Do you like oranges?
What oranges? I lost the fight!
- And I cant see shit. Do you get it? - For Gods sake, I warned you!
- Does it hurt? - Not too much.
At first, I couldnt sleep for two years.
Ive been meaning to ask you about these...
Tattoos?
They are from the camps.
Tiger stands for strength and rage.
And this on the right side?
It s for compassion is demeaning.
Thanks for seeing me, Vagit.
Sure. Take a seat.
Ill leave you. Dont move for 2O minutes.
Okay.
Artyom is in a bad way.
Detached retinas, possibly haematoma.
Had he had a medical?
Sure thing, but that s not the point.
- They have to operate urgently. - Go right ahead.
Well, you know the doctors dont work for peanuts.
You are not listening.
Whoever let him fight with a head trauma, let them pay.
No ones to blame here.
Theres always someone to blame.
Look, the boy can remain an invalid.
If he has butter for brains, he is an invalid.
Vagit, that s not the way.
Do you wanna teach me something?
See yourself out.
Ill call you if I need you.
Weve known each other for 2O years.
Ill never shake your hand again.
He wont give the money.
Do they have a contract? Wasnt there a fee for the fight?
Vagit bought him a flat against future earnings.
Can he sell it?
No. It s worth much more than this fight s fee.
It s mob rules.
How much time does he have?
Three days.
Then the tissue degenerates and the lights go out.
Fuck!
Excuse me.
How much is the operation cost?
Depends on the clinic.
Ballpark.
It s not a run-of-the-mill thing.
- In a good clinic, about 3O grand. - Thank you.
Hello, Igor?
I need your help.
- You want Igor? - Yes.
It II be a1O-minute wait.
You can sit at the bar.
- Drink anything? - Lemon soda.
Hell see you now.
Gothic vixen.
Castle lady.
Forest maiden.
Why the mask?
- So you dont recognize me. - I know you intimately.
Drugs get you out of touch with reality.
One overestimates oneself. Im telling you as a doctor lady.
Doctors, surgeons. I hate the lot.
Are you okay?
Is that sincere or do you need money?
Sincere.
And I need money.
Hello?
Sorry, Im busy.
It s only money.
- Got an invitation? - Not really.
But dont sound the alarm.
No one gets out! Dont maim any women.
Hands on your heads!
Face the wall!
What the fuck are you looking at?
Face the wall!
Neat job.
Still warm. The Ballistics guys on his way.
That s good.
Congratulations on the biggest fuck-up in department history.
Ive no idea what you want from me.
Just answer the questions.
Who was the last person to enter the room?
A girl.
What girl?
Here she is. Yermakova, Victoria.
Born 1979. Moscow address.
Student, Moscow, Medical Academy.
Who would have thought!
A junkie.
- Nobody expected a princess. - Hold on a sec.
- What else? - Have a look.
Investigated in 2OO2, drug trafficking.
Intimately linked to Igor Sheglov, traffic coordinator.
The deceased.
Let s go pay her a visit.
Vika?
What is it?
Has anything happened to you?
Vika. Vika.
Rehearsing anything at the moment?
Queen Elizabeth.
Richard III?
- Kostya. - Mom, are they at our place?
Kostya, you dont know where Vika is, do you?
No. What s up?
Nothing. Im just worried. It s late.
Why dont you at least come home?
Got it, Mom. Dont worry. I dont know where she is.
Alright, son. Be good, okay?
Why dont you leave us alone?
She left her mistakes in her past.
God helped her. Cant you let us be now?
Try not to get hysterical.
Your daughter is a murder suspect.
We understand your distress, but we must find her.
So you say she is not working anywhere?
Moms rehearsal got cancelled, that s what saved me.
I was blue all over when she got home.
Huge overdose, cardiac arrest.
I came to 5 days later, didnt remember who I was.
Then I kicked it.
Zombie-like existence for 6 months.
One morning, I saw the sun and heard the birds for the first time.
So, Vikas not dead, I thought.
I called Igor.
Some bimbo answered his mobile.
Quite a story.
It dragged on for a few months, and then I said:
Enough.
Who killed him?
Not the faintest idea.
But the frames on you.
You doing it again? Are you?
We have cops at home!
Moms in shock. What have you been thinking?
Vika.
They wont break the door.
We got about 3 minutes before theyre admitted.
- Is there another way out? - No.
Colonel Nechaev, drug squad.
- Wheres Yermakova? - She must be upstairs, with the boxer.
It must be a whole gang.
What are you standing there for?
Search the building.
- Artyom. - His name is Tim.
Call him only on a public phone.
Got the number?
- Yes. - Here are the keys.
When you come to the hospital, dont go up.
- Got it. Artyom, I... - Vika...
feed the bird.
Alright.
Im not going. There are vampires here.
Youre smiling. I can hear.
That s it. Go.
Go.
We believe Russias become...
a transit point for Colombian cocaine in route to Europe.
Sheglov was overseeing the route.
A week ago, in Hamburg, he met with Luis Arrabal.
Colombian cartels top man.
Sadly, last night the young star...
got some lead embedded...
in his brain.
Any conclusions so far?
The Colombians had their hand in it.
I really must write that down.
The girl who saw him last had the motive to kill him.
That s true.
Now...
was that personal or was she used?
- Let Ragoza enlighten us. - III enlighten you, alright!
Shlykov, get over to Interpol.
And we must find the girl.
She alone holds the keys to the case.
Quite a beauty, huh?
- You have to go home. - Are you crazy?
- Not on your life. - Somebody has to be with mom.
Cant you turn yourself in? Explain everything.
Not while theres a chance III go to prison.
Vika, I wont leave you.
Dont even think about it.
Hey, refugees! Nice hiding.
- Password? - Roy Jones. Reply?
Lennox Lewis. Get over here. Im Tim.
Sir, I heard you and Igor were friends.
So?
So I thought: The cops were asking about the girl.
Im not interested in criminal affairs.
Well, Im saying...
You are way off the mark, friend.
Leave your number with my assistant, just in case.
Thank you. Thank you.
Vagit, what was that about?
Ambition has no bounds. Igor had decided to squeeze me out.
- He met with Arrabal last week. - We cut the branch were sitting on.
Dont make me laugh.
2OO tons of their stuff go through every year.
Where are they gonna go? Get in touch with the Serpent.
The witness is his fuck-up. Let him put it right.
Im on it.
Are you gonna start washing, Spiderman?
Yermakovas flat. 12:O3. Surveillance in place.
12:O5. The place is tapped, receptions fine.
Very enthusiastic for a local man on the beat.
Who is it?
Dont worry. The door was open.
Im not worried. But they already interrogated me.
My business is totally different. Sports Daily.
Sumarokovs the name.
Sorry, Mr. Sumarokov, no interviews.
It s not for you. It s for your fans.
The whole of Russia even.
Wasnt that loud enough for you?
No interviews.
Fine, Artyom.
Ill lay off. But Ive heard your girlfriend works here.
May I see her?
I bet she could tell me lots.
It s quite recent with you two, isnt it?
And before that, she used to be with a certain Sheglov.
What? Get the fuck out of here.
Her names Vika.
Victoria Yermakova.
And her address is...
Cool it, that cant be good for you now. Im going.
Or do we fence?
You dont help me...
Ill find her on my own.
Bastards.
Everythings good?
Thanks, Tim.
- Youre a real friend. - You betcha.
Are you sure no one will come here?
No. The place is for renovation.
Weird.
Relax, Vika. It s the safest place.
Okay, you sit tight, III be off.
- Tim? - Back tomorrow... What?
- He needs urgently the operation. - Vika, well sort it out, trust me.
Your problems a bit more worrying.
You got into a real mess, must have taken some trying.
- Are you going far? - Odintsovo.
Hop in.
- May I ask you something? - Shoot.
Thing is... I cant see shit.
A problem with my eyes.
I have to know if we are being followed.
Ill pay extra.
Okay, let s see.
The Lexus is on our tail.
That s for certain.
- How many people? - One.
- So that s not cops. - The federals.
Well lose them.
- Where are we? - The oncoming lane.
Hold on. It s 25O horses under the hood.
Where did you learn to drive?
- Bastard, hes good. - Alright.
- What s the license number? - E221 CK, region 97.
Pull over in some busy spot, at a phone box.
And, if this guy gets out, honk or something.
I just hope he doesnt nab me.
The phones right in front of you. Two meters.
Thanks.
Important information.
A Lexus is proceeding along Kutuzovsky.
Its plate numbers E221.
Driver wanted in connection with Sheglov murder.
Get out of the car!
Hands on the roof! Feet apart! Wider! Show your hands!
- Will you make it from here? - Honk, somebodyll come out for me.
Keep it.
Im telling you.
Thanks, man. Good luck.
Artyom, everybody says Palmer was just lucky.
- That s what I think. Thanks. - Keep well, champ.
You keep out of the oncoming lane.
Dont hold it against us, sir, it s our job.
Shit happens.
- That s right. - Now III have to drive in the dark.
That s better than being driven under escort.
So what s up then? Why the man hunt?
Hunting bad men.
Well, good luck with your tough job.
Drive safely.
May I?
- Shoot. - Ex-military intelligence...
invalided out of the Army.
Guard with a private security outfit. 1OO alibi.
- What about the boxer? - We broke into his place. Empty.
But a neighbor saw the girl with the kid brother.
- In a BMW. - Found the Beemer?
Owned by a certain Timokhin.
- Kolchins ex-schoolmate. - Get him under surveillance.
- Done. - Any outside calls?
Hard to tell, the interference was something awful.
- I cant get it. - What is it?
The mouse pointer seems stuck.
Take off the seven at the bottom...
sir.
- General call for 7 pm. - Sir.
A day. Two days max. And well round them up.
Yes, Colonel, sir.
Hey, feathered friend.
Look at me.
Repeat after me: Victory or death.
Why not Freedom fighters do not kneel?
Let him learn.
- Put it back. - Vika...
nerves get stretched.
Alright, patient.
I wish I could examine your eyes.
- How are you? - Weird thing.
Like I am a gun tower with the gunner in my head.
The gunner turns...
and the tower can only follow under its own momentum. Like this.
- Seems you are a poet. - Sure. And slave to honor.
What are we going to do?
Well decide tomorrow.
How about a dance now?
What?
And how do you see that?
What s there to see?
As a matter of fact...
youre confined to bed.
All in good time.
You make a good couple.
Like in Scent of a Woman.
What film?
The Al Pacino film.
Pay no attention.
- What was that? - The armchair.
Interesting title.
- Is it a good movie? - It s okay.
- But Pacinos a better dancer. - Im a better fighter, though.
Stop it. We spread destruction.
Guess III go to bed.
Sleep tight, fella.
Dont open the window. It s cold.
I can feel your smell.
That s awful.
Like animals.
I love you.
True?
Like crazy.
Wait.
Artyoms the champion. Hurray! Hurray!
Stop there! Freeze!
- Stop there! - Spread your arms!
What s with the arsenal, kid?
- It s not mine. - Right.
Artyom and you are cooking something, am I right?
Where is he now?
Be smart. Tell me.
Whose number is this?
- Whos calling? - No idea.
If it s him, make an appointment.
It II hurt.
Check the SIM card. Trace the call.
Well?
Dial again.
The subscrlber's phone Is off orout of the coverage.
- What the hell? - Driving in a tunnel?
For half an hour? The Channel tunnel, perhaps?
Sorry, dumb.
Continental breakfast is served.
I dont like this.
Theyre just having a lucky run.
- Ragoza! - Here!
- Are we searching the territory? - Yes, sir!
Get me the head of the department.
We have to deploy the special units. Everyone.
Let them turn the city inside out.
It s a disgrace.
A blind man, a junkie and a boy scout.
The Hole in the Wall gang.
- Now where? - Left as the fence ends.
Tim must ve been nabbed.
Vika, you two can still go back before it s too late.
I dont care what happens...
if youre not there.
- Kostya, what about you? - Freedom fighters do not kneel.
- Victory or death. - Then do exactly as I say, got it?
Got it.
We split and proceed as planned. And good luck to us.
Competition in sight. Target still on the move.
Next 24 hours are crucial.
How are you doing?
Quite a character.
His names Greg.
Okay, just dont get excited.
Will you take good care of him?
You bet.
- Can we take him back later? - Sure.
Of course.
Bye, bird.
Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Dont hesitate, guys. They all go with a bang.
And girls love them.
Which bangs the loudest?
Usually they want the prettiest. But if you go for loud...
you need an explosion pack.
Have you got one?
Ay me! I see the ruin of my house.
The tiger now has seized the gentle hind.
Welcome Destruction, Blood and Massacre!
I see, as in a map, the end of all.
Stop. I need a break. Be right back.
Bagpipers, show me what youve got.
Careful.
Hold the box.
Hold tight now.
There you are. It s a trap, and Im in it.
Stop struggling. Turn yourself in.
I dont want him to stay like that.
Ive failed you terribly.
I was never there for you.
Ill just pick up my friend. Five minutes?
Mom, we love you. Everythings fine.
- Can I do more for you? - No, thanks.
Just what I said. But do it now, okay? No time later.
- I will, honey. - Okay, that s enough.
Richard, on your mark.
Not with the beer, you dont.
Dont you get it?
Okay, okay.
Mind the steps.
- Thank you. - Can I help?
Is this the bank? I want the ATM.
Could you show it to me?
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo...
here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword...
which if thou please to hide in this true breast...
Stop, stop, stop.
Youd better with the cashier.
I havent got any ID.
And Im used to doing it by touch.
Okay, let me take you.
This way, careful.
Okay, start with the sword.
...which if thou please to hide in this true breast...
and let the soul forth that adoreth thee.
- Can you do it? - It s not my first time.
Do you know the blind can read with their fingers?
Nay, do not pause, for I did kill King Henry.
It must be the keypad.
I dont like this.
One, two, three, four, never shat myself before.
It s me.
Go, go.
Stop, stop.
Let s go.
- What s the matter with him? - He had one too many. Let s go.
- One too many of what? - The autopsy will show. Move it.
Very neat.
- He needed a narrow space. - And he got it.
It s a massacre.
No fatalities. Two in hospital.
He also got hurt quite a bit.
How could he plan it so well?
Two years ago...
he worked here as a guard.
For a couple of months.
Still, he had only 1 chance out of 1O.
He made good use of it.
City cops were hear first. They are monitoring all roads.
Moscows closed down. They can hardly breathe now.
Has anybody seen this?
This banks CEO is on V. Valiyev.
So what?
Your papers, please.
- What s in the back? - Just as it says. Stage sets.
Open it.
Look, it s sealed.
How am I to know you are not smuggling out criminals?
What are you talking about?
Damn it!
All clear, sir. You can go.
Yes, sir.
Can you hold it?
- Does it hurt? - Not a bit.
Good. Give me your hand.
Last time, I went on a rampage, it was 1O years ago.
Going to the sports camp.
A lot of hot crazy guys on a train.
We brawled all the time for something to do.
Proud memories.
I could never understand what makes people fight.
You still dont?
Now I might.
- Guess how much. - 3O grand would be enough.
No. It was heavier than that.
- 1.8 million green presidents. - You kidding?
Dead serious.
Damn. We went overboard.
A little history, if I may.
- Shoot. - 2O years ago...
a certain boxer killed a mobster in a fight.
He went to a labor camp for it.
To survive in a hostile camp...
he became its master.
Nobody knows the price he paid.
Rumor has it he lives now with a bad spinal injury on force of will alone.
The day before amnesty, his wife got killed. He went into business.
Made a lot of money and good name.
Then he found a young boxer...
and made him a champion.
Question:
How can he refuse to help his own man?
- A question of morals? - You notice it s off the record.
Two years, somebody brought me a Siberian birch.
A small, stunted tree.
I planted it and tried to make it grow strong.
I water it, I fertilize it.
And you know what?
Two years, no growth. Still small and stunted.
Your birch has just robbed one of your banks.
A street guys vendetta.
A blind street guy.
Blind. Whose girlfriend, weirdly, was nearly murdered today.
Why are we playing games?
You want to know something, ask a plain question.
I want to know the limits of evil.
- In your place, Id keep distance. - You should know.
Exactly.
- Risky answer. - Risky question.
I just want to solve a crime and play around with some ideas.
Fine. Any more ideas?
I think the girls at the root of it.
And I think I lost some money.
The reasons are no concern of mine.
Can I help you in any practical way?
- Will you look for them? - It s your job.
Do you think they are still here?
- I wouldnt even try to leave. - Then find them.
- Moscows just a big village. - You think on a large scale.
Call me if you think of anything.
Charismatic guy.
Youll want to thank him for biting off your hand.
- I always had respect for him. - Sport improves character.
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
But I know none, and therefore I am no beast.
- What the hell? - Richard III. Shakespeare.
Valiyevs implicated. We stick to him.
He knows something.
Am I right or am I right?
He suspects, perhaps.
Suspicion breeds curiosity.
Cheerio, Colonel.
Vagit, for Gods sake, dont let us kill a cop.
- Have another sandwich. - Im full.
No arguing.
Okay, guys, 5 more minutes, and were off.
Right.
To what shall I compare thee, man?
Your lifes a morning dew, a lightnings flash.
Quite. What bit you?
It s Roan. An ancient poet.
When will you start reading Russian poetry?
Help me wash up.
As you pass me by...
unsmiling...
lashes lowered...
eyes in shadow...
so like vesperal Madonnas...
in the twilight of the church.
Artyom, it s icy.
Just the thing.
Pour.
Quick.
- Dont, III dry off. - It s too cold.
Dont laugh...
but I also thought of a poem.
I said it first. Youre a poet.
It s short, and no rhymes.
Listen.
Love strikes at your heart as soon as it s open.
It s not like Tyson...
but it hits harder.
And stricken on the floor, for the first time ever.
Youre tired of fighting...
cant think how it ends, though.
Dont.
Best poem Ive ever heard.
KOSTYA, VIKA, ARTYOM WERE HERE
We overtake him, or we lose.
Hell fight to the end.
Moneys for the operation.
He knows well find him in Moscow. It means he left.
Too much risk to leave the country.
So hes in Russia.
Check all clinics.
Leave no stone unturned.
What s the matter, son?
- Dad, who were you talking to? - Myself. Go back to sleep.
I dreamed of mom.
- Like you were talking to her. - Son.
Was she really that beautiful?
Yes.
Then why did she...
why...
Son... it s a dream.
All a dream.
Moms with us.
We just cant see her.
Okay, go. Go back to sleep.
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Vika, you cannot come back here.
Okay.
Call me on the mobile every Wednesday and Saturday, 9 pm.
Nobody looking at us?
I dont think so.
Hide it. Just in case.
Take it out, if you know youll shoot.
Sir, please come with me.
A moment.
That s it. Dont be afraid.
I have to go.
Artyom, I love you.
I love you too. Be careful.
Vika.
Kostya.
- Guys. - Hi, Dad.
- We came to visit you. - Not for too long.
Is there anybody here?
May I have some water?
Who is here?
I cant see.
Fucking quacks. I still cant see shit.
What the eye doesnt see...
the heart cannot grieve.
Vika, are you coming? Time to call.
Why the hurry, Major?
Look at the sun, it cant be later than a quarter past six.
Christ. A reader.
I am not talking. Get the doctor.
- I cant see, dont you get it? - You could never see.
And you are not in a hospital.
- Bastards. - You are not dumb.
Why do you think I am here?
You can still save yourself...
by giving us...
Vika and the money.
Caller ID withheld.
Will you take it?
- No answer. - Keep ringing.
Artyom...
- Hello, Artyom! - Hello, Vika.
It s not Artyom. It s his doctor speaking.
Bitch.
- Did you hear? - Yeah. Could it be the doctor?
Hell pluck out your air pipe...
if you dont tell.
Do what you like.
The voice was too soapy.
Let s go grab an ice-cream and think.
Some bagpipes.
Richard III.
BOXING STAR MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARS
Guys.
What?
Some water. Please.
Go get some.
Look, I stole 2 million from this guy.
It s no use to me now, but I wont give it back to him.
Do you want to know where it is?
Dont be dumb. Check it, what s there to lose? Come closer.
Well?
Well and good.
Anybody else here?
Thanks. Totally parched.
But I am in so far in blood...
that sin will pluck on sin:
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Is thy name Tyrrel?
James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
- Art thou, indeed? - Prove me, my gracious sovereign.
Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
Please you. But I had rather kill two enemies.
Why, there are thou hast it: Two deep enemies.
Foes to my rest and my sweet sleeps disturbers.
Are they that I would have thee deal upon.
Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower...
Vika. How do you like those girls?
- Shall we wait till it s over? - Now.
Another crush?
Go ahead.
Divide the crowd into sectors.
Use my babies well.
So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.
Is that what you do?
Yep. That s my job.
Wish I could do that.
Sector 3 is clear.
May I see? Pretty cool.
Crazy.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues...
and every tongue brlngs In a several tale.
And every tale condemns me for a vlllaln.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree.
Murder, stem murder, In the dlrest degree.
All several slns, all used In each degree.
Throng to the bar, crylng all, "Gullty! Gullty!"
I shall despalr. There Is no creature loves me.
And, if I die, no soul shall pity me.
Nay, wherefore should they, since that...
I myself find in myself no pity to myself?
We got the kid.
It s alright. Wheres Kostya?
I dont know.
Wait here.
What s going on there?
Repeat.
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Withdraw, my lord. Ill help you to a horse.
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast...
and I will stand the hazard of the die.
Artyom!
Lay down your guns now...
otherwise we open fire.
Step aside! Make way!
Artyom, dont leave me. Artyom, dont leave me.
Im here.
I love you.
Can you hear me?
Hows the mood?
Optimistic, thank you.
- Youre worse than the devil. - Come on, were not in church.
You killed thousands of children.
And made a criminal out of somebody who trusted you.
I loved him like a son.
You betrayed him.
Do you know what betrayal is?
Just tell me why.
Cause no one ever had compassion for me.
Cause lifes not fair, Colonel.
I just returned my ticket.
Nothings fair, Colonel!
Savage.
Being released.
Sir, Kolchins being released.
- That's rlght. 0pen it. - Yes, sir.
Banzai, bro. How you doing?
- Top of the world. - Everybodys waiting for you.
I took up chess. Gonna be a champion.
You promised me the Sports Academy.
Cant I do both?
Whos the top guy now? Krammik? III tear him apart.
- Hello. - Hello, Kostya.
- Well, hit there. Hi. - Hi yourself.
Come, III show you something.
Victory or death.
- You two decide. - Greg, old pal...
when did they get you out? Aint you handsome.
Artyom.
Theres somebody here who wants a word with you.
Yeah, hello?
What s up, big shot? It s Larry Palmer.
I heard you just got out of the joint.
You know we have unfinished business.
How about a rematch?
Did you hear me?
I said, how about a rematch?