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[Thunder Rumbling]
- Fuck! - It's not there.
- [Gun Cocks] - It's in the kitchen where you left it.
How'd you get in?
You have a nice family.
They're fine. Alive.
Asleep.
- Are you gonna kill me? - If I was gonna kill you...
I'd have done it when you walked to the car this morning-
been gone by the time your body hit the sidewalk.
- Then why are you here? - To talk.
But, Mike, if you make me kill you, you will not go alone.
Sit.
Are you a good man, Inspector?
- I think. - And yet you've killed men.
- Yes. - I'm gonna ask you a question.
How you answer it will determine how this night ends.
How does a good man decide when to kill?
The man you've been chasing is a killer, a ghost.
Rumor has it that he works for a group known only as "the organization."
So secret, no one knows it exists.
It takes no sides, yet it has ties to every government.
Its sole purpose is the training and conditioning...
of professional killers.
These men are selected at birth-
- rejects, orphans- - [Beeping]
all of them unwanted and disposable.
They are made experts in every aspect of combat...
to kill.
The man you have been chasing for the last three years, Inspector...
is the very best of them.
- [Man Shrieks] - Put him there.
[Panting, Groaning]
You shouldn't have stolen from me, Brother.
Now you must pay.
- [Mocking Whine] - [Groaning, Panting]
[Shouts]
[Screams]
Why you do that kind of thing?
[Groaning]
Still waiting.
[Gravelly] I'm sorry.
What happened to his voice?
He made me swallow.
What did you do to his voice?
Nothing, Ovie. Exactly as he was delivered.
Delivered?
- [Grunts] - You didn't find him?
No. A contractor. An American.
Swallow what?
- [Over Earphone] Swallow what? - A bomb.
A bomb. A bomb.
Run!
[Rooster Crowing]
We have all heard your theories, Inspector.
This isn't a theory.
This is our guy- no motive, no forensic evidence, no witnesses.
He's a- He's a ghost.
And how long have you been chasing this "ghost"?
Three years.
Well, thank goodness you have Interpol to finance your persistence, huh?
You see, Inspector, despite being the anus of the third world...
we attempt to have competent police work here.
And it is our belief that Bwana Ovie was killed by his own brother.
Oh, so he choked down a pound of C-4...
and knocked on Ovie's door?
Probably.
General, this man truly is the best at what he does.
He is likely responsible for over 100 deaths.
Let me show you what I mean.
This is Ovie.
And these arejust the ones we know about.
Are you beginning to get the picture?
They might kill you for that.
For what you're doing to that whiskey- brutalizing it with ice.
But never more than two cubes. It waters down the scotch.
- Oh. - l-I'm sorry.
Aftermath of my pretentious ex-husband, I'm afraid.
No.
I'm June. And you are?
This is where you tell me your name.
Excuse me.
[Woman Laughing]
[Electronic Beeping]
[Water Running]
[Beeping]
[Electronic Female Voice] Africa job complete.
The money has been wired to your account.
Nice work. Regrettably, the next target date...
has been moved up at the client's request.
And the client wishes it to be public.
I've planned something more... subtle.
I've made preparations.
Incumbent Russian president Mikhail Belicoff's...
recent political shift is in direct conflict...
with our client's interests and threatens their control of the Russian government.
The client needs it to be public.
Do you accept the new parameters?
- Yes. - We appreciate you breaking your normal protocol.
The specifics are being uploaded.
[Applause]
I, for one, will not let their cowardice deter me.
[Applause Continues]
[Crowd Chanting] Belicoff! Belicoff! Belicoff!
[Chanting Continues]
[Cheering]
Mr. Belicoff? I'm sorry. In light of your political positions...
do you think the hard-liners will continue to support your reelection?
One only needs to look at-
[Screaming, Clamoring]
[Screaming, Clamoring Continue]
[Cell Phone Ringing]
[Electronic Female Voice] We have a problem. There was a witness in Saint Petersburg.
How reliable are your sources?
Impeccable, as always.
Interpol has arranged a pickup.
- Will you intercept? - Yes.
Uploading data.
[Man Speaking Russian]
[Chuckles]
[Woman Screams]
[Gunshots]
[Screaming, Clamoring]
I can't be sure.
He never works again so quickly.
But the Russians say that Belicoff was grazed by a single bullet...
from over four kilometers away.
- [Man On Phone, Indistinct] - But it definitely sounds like him.
Yes, sir.
Well, what bothers me is that he missed.
Yes, sir. I know what this investigation has cost.
l- I understand.
- I just need a little more time. - Sir, you need to see this.
Sorry, sir. I'm gonna have to call you back.
[Cell Phone Beeps]
Okay.
- He shoots the bodyguard to get a clean shot at Belicoff. - [Gunshot Rings Out]
Yeah. He splits these two civilians by a couple of inches. Keep watching.
Keep an eye on the bodyguard. See that?
Back it up. Back it up again.
That's an awful lot of arterial spray for a miss.
Sir, you have call.
- This is Whittier. - [Man] Sir, they found Belicoff's shooter.
- They found him? - Yes. Tip from a hotel concierge.
- Concierge where? - Grand Hotel.
- They recognized him from a picture. - A picture?
- Where the hell did they get a picture? - I don't know, sir.
All right. I'm on my way.
They found him.
Contact the Russian Secret Police in Saint Petersburg...
and tell them Interpol has jurisdiction.
They're to keep him under surveillance only. No one moves until we get there. No one!
[Electronic Female Voice] Was the target not at the location?
[Man] The girl was there, but she was no witness. She'd never seen me before.
[Electronic Female Voice] We will be unable to transmit payment...
for the Belicoff assignment as the task was not completed.
No. He took a direct hit through the nasal cavity. I watched it myself.
[Electronic Female Voice] Please wait.
Uploading live news feed.
The West, so afraid of my message...
that cowardly violence is their only response.
- [Applauding] - And that was the scene outside of Saint Petersburg.
Who was the client?
Answer me!
Who ordered the hit on Belicoff?
If you set me up, I will find you...
and I will burn that building to the ground around you.
Mike Whittier, Interpol.
What's the status of my suspect?
I was told you were coming, Inspector.
I am Captain Gudnayev, Saint Petersburg Militsiya.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
- My men are almost in position. - In position for what?
We have been informed that the suspect intends to flee.
- My orders are to seek- - Whoa, whoa, whoa. Orders? Orders from who?
- Interpol has jurisdiction here. - Militsiya's only responsible for the extraction.
Captain Gudnayev is not directing this operation, I'm afraid, Inspector. I am.
I'm Chief Agent Yuri Marklov of the F.S.B.
The F.S.B. Why the hell...
is the Russian Secret Police involved in this?
- [Speaking Russian] - [Woman Speaking Russian]
- They're going in. - I advise you to get your men out of there.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
I assure you, these men are capable ofhandling this situation.
[Speaking Russian] Shoot on sight.
- [Speaking Russian] - Do not give that order!
[Speaking Russian]
[Phone Ringing]
[Woman] 47, it's Diana.
I could be retired for contacting you directly.
The client was Belicoff.
Your location has been compromised.
[Beads Shatter]
[Electronic Beeping]
[Electronic Hum]
Come on.
[Hammers Cock]
[Speaking Russian]
[Woman Speaks Russian]
[Speaking Russian]
[Alarm Ringing]
Stay here. Cover the elevator. Call me on my cell and tell me where it stops.
[Elevator Dings]
[Speaking Russian]
[All Screaming]
[Alarm Continues]
[Elevator Dings]
[Dings]
- [Cell Phone Rings] - [Alarm Blaring]
- Yeah. - I've got five dead bodies in the lift, sir.
- None of them our boy. - [Dinging]
He's on the third floor, sir! He must have opened the doors from inside the shaft!
Freeze!
[Alarm Continues]
Get down!
[Speaking Russian]
- Get down! - [Speaking Russian]
[Gasps]
- [Grunts] - [Shooting]
Fuck!
Sir?
We had him.
[Speaking Russian]
- How many men did you lose? - Sixteen dead.
No! No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't touch that!
[Sighs] Where'd you get your fucking license?
I need the room, Captain.
[Speaking Russian]
[Siren Wailing]
Where does he get all this stuff?
Can you make it work?
Probably. Why?
I've been looking for you, Inspector.
I think we started off on the wrong foot.
Who informed you of the whereabouts of my guy?
I believe it's time we had a chat, you and I.
Jenkins.
Yes, sir.
[Speaking Russian]
This, uh, assassin-
my associates tell me you believe him to be freelance.
Your associates tell you that?
You do not believe he is connected with Central Intelligence Agency?
Why do you ask?
No reason. It just seems a bit naive. [Chuckles]
Well, it's a theory.
Yes, a theory. But a theory shared by Moscow.
In accordance with Article 1764.3 of the E.U. Charter...
any state matters which deal directly with intelligence...
shall be the sole jurisdiction of the host country.
Ah, and the lightbulb comes on.
Took me a minute. Must be the jet lag.
You're telling me to fuck off?
[Chuckling] No, no. Of course not. You are a good man, Michael.
One of Interpol's best.
But leave this intelligence work to the F.S.B.
And Belicoff?
I'm sorry?
You know, there's two things wrong with this photograph.
One, the footage has been tampered with.
Someone inserted that civilian to cover up what actually happened.
Hmm.
- And the second thing? - My boy doesn't miss.
[Buzzes]
[Speaking Russian]
- Delivery. - You're supposed to leave those at the desk.
Mr. Belicoff sent them.
[Gasping]
Make a sound, I'll end your life. You understand?
Who else is inside?
I know you- from the street earlier today.
- You're coming with me. - I can't!
Okay, okay! I'll get my coat.
[Speaking Russian]
- Where are you taking me? - Somewhere safe.
- Get in. - Fuck you! I'm not getting in there!
Aaah! There's a dead man in there!
[Shouting In Russian]
Are you going to kill me?
I'm gonna ask you some questions.
Before today on the street, have you ever seen me?
- Why were you there? - My boyfriend.
- He told me to meet his driver on that corner. - Belicoff?
How, after I put a bullet through his head...
was he able to give that speech this afternoon?
Then you're of no use to me.
[Gasps]
D-Doubles. Doubles-
Mikhail has doubles, just like Saddam Hussein.
The man I shot was not an impostor. Belicoff is dead.
Why'd you tattoo your face?
Because it's the only place I knew Belicoff wouldn't hit.
[Releases Hammer]
Tell me about Udre Belicoff.
Mikhail's brother?
He runs slave girls, drugs, weapons.
Both the C.I.A. and F.S.B. want him dead.
- Mikhail's been protecting him. - Get up.
- Get up. You're coming with me. - I can't.
He'll kill me if he finds out I left the apartment.
Belicoff hired me to kill him. Used you to set me up.
The dead man in the trunk was your driver.
He was gonna use it on you.
You're as good as dead without me.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna finish the job I was hired to do...
and find out who's behind this.
- I need to talk to you. - I need coffee.
Follow me.
We have three roadblocks.
Here, here, here.
We completely shut down international airport.
All border security has been tripled. He cannot get out of city.
- What about the train stations? - Temporarily closed.
- And Saint Petersburg Station? - There are no trains leaving Russia from this station.
Only commuter trains headed towards interior.
What make you think he go further into Russia?
Because I know him better than anyone.
Thanks for the coffee.
Go to the last platform and wait.
- Why? - Now.
- Jenkins, anything? - Nothing.
[Mike On Radio] Stay sharp.
[Jenkins On Radio] I don't know, sir. It seems odd for him to come here.
[Mike On Radio] Trust me. This is where he'll be.
Jenkins- bench, shaved head.
[On Radio] Got him, boss.
Fuck!
Jenkins?
I'm still on him, boss. Platform...
- number nine. - [Static On Radio]
Boss?
[Grunting]
Gotten slow.
[Gunshot]
- [Grunts] - [Gunshot]
Tell me why.
[Gunshot]
Why is there a hit on me?
- Stay here. - [Gunshot]
[Shell Clatters]
How about dying with a little dignity?
[Grunts]
[Shouts]
[Grunts, Shouts]
- [Bones Crack] - [Shouts]
[Grunting]
[Staples]
[Breathing Heavily]
You think it's done? It's just beginning.
[Gunshot]
[Sighs]
I told you to wait.
I know. I'm sorry.
- l- I know- - [Clattering]
Shh.
- [Gunshot] - Aaah!
- Freeze! - [Shouts]
- [Groans] - You're the one who's been tracking me.
The Russian Militsiya have got the terminal locked down.
If you need a hostage...
take me.
Come on.
He hasn't seen your face. He doesn't have to die.
Take me instead.
[Gunshot]
[Groans]
Please.
Stop.
She saved your life.
[Chattering]
[Speaking Russian]
- [Grunts] - [Speaking Russian]
He said your ribs are broken.
Unlucky.
- You seem awfully calm, considering. - Your assassin is dead.
[Chuckling]
Why are you covering this up?
You know that's not our killer.
I told you before, Inspector, this is no longer your affair.
Now there are two ways in which we may proceed.
One, my men will accompany you to the hospital...
and, when you and your associate are able to travel...
they will escort you to the airport.
Then I will write a report extolling Interpol for its help.
Medals will probably be involved.
Or I can report your incompetence...
and disregard for my natiors laws to your superiors.
This will undoubtedly find its way to the state prosecutor in Moscow.
So, how do you think we should proceed, huh?
How about...
go fuck yourself.
[Speaking Russian] I was running out of oxygen in there!
- Don't be dramatic. - Dramatic?
- I got rid of the body. - I've been there for hours!
I brought you breakfast.
[Thunder Rumbling]
[Chuckling]
[Thunderclap]
I'd thank you if I wasrt so mad at you.
Look at me.
Back at the station, you interfered.
I'm sorry.
I can't allow that.
- I swear I'll never- - Stop talking.
If you're looking for a reason not to kill me...
I don't really have one.
I'm not a whore by choice.
Belicoff owns me. I'm his property.
Would you like to know how much he paid for me? 300, American.
I've tried to escape. The last time-
[Screams]
[Sobbing]
[Speaking Russian]
It is a strange thing to wish to die.
So, are you...
going to kill me?
No.
You don't want to fuck me and you don't want to kill me.
I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
- If you ever again interfere with me like that- - I won't.
- Are we clear? - Yeah.
Eat your sandwich. I need to get some sleep.
- You know- - Nika-
- Yes? - Stop talking or I'll put you back in the trunk.
[Speaking Russian]
Shit.
[Russian]
[Phone Ringing]
Da.