All language subtitles for Freezer.20114.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

( man panting )

( sirens wailing )

( helicopter blades whirring )

( man panting )

( siren wailing )

( distant dog barking )

( car engine stops )

- ( metallic gate rattling )
- ( man gasps )

( gate rattling )

( gate clangs, whirring )

( panting )

( machines whirring )

Oh, shit.

( grunting )

Son of a bitch.

( extinguisher clatters )

( faint pop )

( panting )

( fans whirring )

( grunts )

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Happy fucking birthday.

( grunts )

( faint rattling )

( gate clangs )

( lock clicking )

( machines whirring )

Tell me you're the good guys.

( speaking Russian )

( speaking Russian )

( blades ring )

What the hell is going on here?

Did my girlfriend
put you up to this?

Am I being punked?
Huh?

( chuckles )

�T� hable ingl�s?

C�mo se dice,

"I'm freezing my balls,
so I want to get the fuck out of here"?

Uh, do you speak English?

English? Do you?
Do you speak English?

Anybody?

Eh?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Oh! Oh.

Yeah.
( chuckles )

Okay, I can see that you...

you got a problem with me,

so why don't we...
find an interpreter

and we'll just...
we'll just take it outside?

- Okay?
- Man: Mm-hmm.

Help! Help!
This is a mistake.

- Oh!
- Man: Bravo.

Help!
Somebody help me!

Help! Help!

I don't know what this is about,
but you got the wrong guy.

Ask the manager.
Call the czar.

Find a... a comrade
who speaks English.

People know I'm here. My girlfriend's
waiting at our table right now.

( speaking Russian )

My shrimp-fucking-scampi
is getting cold.

I'm supposed to be blowing out
the candles. It's my birthday.

Don't you have any compassion?

Money.

- Money?
- Money.

Money.

- Okay.
- Okay.

My wallet.

You took my goddamn wallet.

There was 400 in cash in there.

You got my credit cards.
Good luck with those.

How... how about ATM?

Huh? We take a drive.

We go to the ATM...
A- T-M.

I can...

I can get you more...
easy, "Conan. "

( speaking Russian )

So? Let's go.

What... what do you want?
Passwords? My SociaI?

You want to steaI my identity?
You can have it.

Robert "Shit Luck" Saunders.
Have a merry fucking life.

( both speaking Russian )

Well, sounds like you two dildos
are working this out.

You can't rush a good idea,
especially if it's...

( groans )
Nice to meet you.

( cranks )

( bangs )

( bangs )
Let me out of here!

( gate rattling )

- ( gate clangs )
- Shit.

( panting )

You're a shit magnet.
Always have been.

( bangs )

( puffing )

( thumps )

( bolts clink )

( faint buzzing )

( faint cell phone ringing )

( ringing continues )

Hello?

- Caller: Sam?
- What?

Caller:
Who is this? Is Sam there?

Wrong number.
Goodbye.

Don't hang up. Stop.
You need me.

Why do I need you?

'Cause anyone holding this phone
is in a shitload of trouble. Am I right?

- Maybe.
- Caller: Now who are you?

I'm trapped in a freezer,

Cafe Volga,
Brighton Beach Boulevard, Brooklyn.

I found a phone here
Iying on the floor.

- Are you alone?
- Yeah.

I'm locked in here.

- Caller: Who are you?
- Who are you?

NYPD.

You're the police?

- ( police radio chatter )
- I'm starting a trace.

Robert: You don't need a trace.
Get someone over here now.

I... I... I'm locked
in a fucking meat locker.

Caller:
Give me your full name.

Captive:
Robert James Saunders.

And your SociaI?

Yeah, right.
What kind of scam is this?

Give me the last four digits.

Six-four-three-nine.

- Are you there?
- I'm here.

Are you sure you're a cop?

Detective Al Dorian,

Narcotics, NYPD.

Yeah, well, Detective,

you know, it's...
it's 37 degrees in here,

so I hate to complain, but
if you can get here a little quicker,

I'd really appreciate it.

Robert: I'm being held captive
by two goons.

What do they want?

Money.
They keep asking me questions,

but fuck if I can understand.

They... they took my wallet.

This whole thing is insane.

Dorian:
How did you end up there?

It's my birthday,
if you can believe it.

I was having dinner at Cafe Volga
with my girlfriend.

I hear they have a good steak.

Yeah, well, here's a hot tip for you...
stay away from the bathroom.

I was taking a leak and one of these
clowns sucker-punches me.

I saw stars and woke up here.

Who was your date at Volga?

Christina Welch,

28, red hair, hot as hell,

sitting at a deuce by the bar.
Can't miss her.

Christina. I'll have someone
speak with her if she's still there.

She'll know exactly
how long you've been missing.

The name Sam Gurov
mean anything to you?

- Robert: No.
- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. Why?

As of now, he is missing
and you're holding his phone.

Can you describe
the two men holding you?

Yeah, one's about 5'11",

spongy hair, kind of looks like
James Caan on a bad day,

good suit, bad cigars.

The other one's a dead ringer
for Conan the Barbarian.

He's got a star tattoo
on the back of his neck.

They're Russian, I think.

You have an eye for detaiI,
Bobby.

Robert, not Bobby.

Dorian: What do you do
for a living?

- Robert: A mechanic.
- Right.

Robert:
You don't believe me?

You blame me?
Who'd trust a mechanic?

All right, all right. But I happen to be
one of the good ones.

Dorian:
A mechanic, huh?

Pick that up in a machine shop
at Rikers?

Robert James Saunders,

two years for assault.

That you, Bobby?

Long time ago.

Dorian:
Is this another mistake?

He swung first.

Dorian:
That's what they all say.

So my mother said.
It was my stepfather.

Dorian:
Just so you know, Bobby,

Sam Gurov was undercover,
off the grid.

Now if SWATs break through that door,
there's gonna be questions about Sam.

- ( gate rattling )
- They need fast answers.

If you bullshit
or withhold in any way,

you'll wish to Christ
they left you in your box.

Hold on.

( gate clangs )

You may be in a freezer, paI,
but not in Cafe Volga.

- What?
- You're not in Cafe Volga.

I'm in there now.
I've been through the whole place,

including the freezer.

Robert, what's going on?

Robert.

Robert, are you there?

You know, I wasn't quite done
with my call.

( speaking Russian )

You two need a room?
You know, I'm starting to sense

some obvious sexuaI tension
between you two,

and I like it.

No, really,
you make a nice couple.

You should be together.
You know what you should do?

Move to Woodstock,

adopt a nice little Congolese baby

and be happy.

Right? What's more important
than love?

( KiriI speaks Russian )

( Stepan speaks Russian )

Need a bank?

Nyet.

( woman speaking Russian )

I apologize
for their lack of manners.

- Oh.
- I don't have much time tonight.

And neither do you in this cold.

Finally someone who can
speak English around here.

Are you shy around women?

Only women
as ugly as these two.

You've been here about 30 minutes.

Feels like 30 days.

Well, Robert Saunders,

at this temperature,

most men last
between three and four hours,

just so you know.

If you know who I am,
then you know this is a mistake.

I... I... I was having dinner
at Cafe Volga.

Please. Perhaps I know
more than you think.

Then you don't need me.

It's not that easy.
We still have to talk.

Fine, then let's step outside
for a nice cup of hot cocoa.

The money.

You took my money.

Why does it have to be like this?

Because these two dumbasses
picked the wrong guy.

I'm afraid we are stuck in here
for a while longer.

All right, for you,
I'll stay just for a little bit,

because I'm supposed to meet
some friends downtown.

So, maybe give me your number

and, you know, we can hook up,
have some borscht.

- You must be getting cold.
- You think?

Tell me where the money is.

I spent it.

Oh, for Chrissake,

- I'm a mechanic.
- I don't believe you.

Well, neither did that cop
I was just on the phone with,

but he traced the call anyway.

They're gonna be here
any minute.

We don't believe the trace worked.

- We'll see.
- I don't hear any sirens.

They're sneaky that way.

Don't fuck with us, Robert.

They're not coming.

You know it. I know it.

If you don't give us the money,

you will freeze to death.

Honey, I've been to a Giants-Bills
game in December.

This is nothing.

Your shivering will increase.

You'll also get confused

and have trouble concentrating.

It may get so bad
that you'll bite your tongue off.

In the finaI stages of hypothermia,

you will develop
terminaI burrowing.

TerminaI burrowing?

Do we get to cuddle?

It's a self-protective behavior.

You will crawI into a small corner

and wait there to die.

The good news is

you won't even care.

How much money
do I have, by the way?

Eight million dollars.

Eight million?
Shit, I'm rich.

Robert,

I'm trying to help you.

Help me what? Piss ice cubes?
You've got the wrong guy.

Someone saw you.

Oh, damn it.
Don't you get it?

It's some dude who looks like me,
but it's not me.

- Were you alone at Cafe Volga?
- I was on a date.

Oh, maybe she knows
where the money is.

Ask her. She's there right now
with a dozen cops

looking for one of their own...
a detective.

What do you know about that?

Oh, shit.

When did the money disappear?

Sometime between
9:00 and 10:00 tonight.

Okay, okay.

Um, before we went
to the Volga,

we stopped at Gina's on 3rd
for a drink.

I... I paid with a...
I paid with a credit card.

Maybe I... maybe I still
have the receipt.

Oh, shit. Please.

Come on, come on,
come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Gina's.
That proves it.

Take a look.

Well, the time on this shows

you closed out at 9:14.

Well, we stayed for another round.
My girlfriend paid.

- Oh, such a gentleman.
- It's my birthday. She wanted to.

Go to Gina's.
Talk to the bartender...

- Will or William, something like that.
- We don't have time for this.

- Then you're gonna lose your man.
- You are the man.

Oh, shit. This is gonna be
a long-ass night.

It's not gonna be
a long night, Robert.

Certainly not for you.

A man is coming to get
his money.

If you're still here and the money
is not, it'll be unpleasant.

It's already unpleasant, cupcake.

Can't he come a little sooner?

Alisa.

Are you a Gemini, by chance?
Because I'm a Sagittarius,

and we're supposed to be
pretty compatible.

Did you guys feeI that?

She likes me.

( speaks Russian )

I feeI like it's something I said.

I'm starting to feeI like
you don't like me or something.

Am I wrong?

( KiriI exhales )

Oh, that's awfuI.

Ooh! You missed.

( chuckles )

( cranks, whirring )

( shuddering )

Argh! Argh!

Oh, shit.

( bangs )

( bolts clatter )

( metaI clangs )

( slapping )

Oh!

- Oh, shit. Fuck.
- Help.

- You scared the fuck out of me.
- Help me.

Hey, man, you're shot.

- Help me up.
- No, no, no. CarefuI. CarefuI.

You might start bleeding again.

Let me guess...

Sam Gurov?

Detective Sam Gurov?

I found your phone.
Dorian called.

Dorian?

- Let's call him back.
- No, no, easy, dude.

The Russians grabbed it
before he got a solid trace.

They would have
been here by now.

- Okay, help me out of here.
- Oh, so I can watch you bleed out?

Sam: What, are you a doctor?
Get me out.

Robert: Oh, just like a fucking cop,
always giving orders, huh?

Come on.

Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

There you go.

Sam: If I move, I'm dead.
If I don't, I'm dead.

Robert: How long
have you been in here?

No idea.

Why did they bring you here?

The Russians asked me
some questions,

the kind that hurt.

I'm dying of thirst.
You got anything to drink in here?

Yeah...

( huffing )

That's good.

Thank you.

Do you think these guys
are Russian mafia?

You know anything about that?

How can you be in here
and not know who these people are?

- They think I took their money.
- I suggest you give it back.

I didn't take it.

They ain't the type to make
those kind of mistakes.

- Well, they did tonight.
- If you say so.

So you know these guys?

They say someone's coming
for their money...

someone I should be scared of.
Is it the boss,

someone I can talk to,
or what?

You don't want to talk to him.

Oleg is the "rukovodstvo. "

I was...

I was working my way up
to meet him, take him down.

In six months, I never met him.

He lives in a fortress somewhere,
never leaves.

Despite all that, some fuck
almost whacked Oleg yesterday.

Really? Who? You?

No.

One of his own,
some trigger from the old country.

Oleg was scared.

He started moving money,
lots of it.

Eight million came up from Miami,

and then it vanished.

When the fingers started pointing,
they landed on me.

Robert: This whole thing
doesn't make any fucking sense.

Sam:
What did Dorian say?

Well, he started looking for you
in Cafe Volga,

but he doesn't know
where we are now.

Any ideas?

Robert...

you are fucked.

They are going to kill you,
money or not.

There's nothing you can say
that's gonna make these guys

park your ass on a curb
and drive away.

Even if you can prove
you got nothing to do with nothing,

you've seen their faces.

You're a risk.

Sam:
Oh, what's the story with that?

Oh, I knocked it open.

You've been busy.

There's no getting through these walls.
They all have steeI backing.

It probably doesn't lead
to anywhere anyway.

There's a duct
inside the housing,

but, you know,
I'm thinking it connects

to those circulating fans
above the door. I'm not sure.

You know how much money
these creeps have?

Billions...

oiI, minerals,

credit scams, whores, Internet.

It's ridiculous how bent they get
over eight million.

That kind of money
is nothing to them.

"Nichto"... that's Russian
for "nothing. "

( bangs )

Shit.

Hey, what do you know
about this Alisa chick?

What's her story?

I think she's kind of into me.

She's a mule with a great ass.

I'll say.

She's also a punching bag
for Oleg's son Vadim.

Sam:
Who knows?

In their world, maybe that's love.

What about the guy
with the cigars?

Sam:
Stepan...

smart, ambitious, dangerous.

"Conan"?

( chuckles )
KiriI...

what you see
is what you get.

- Who else is there? Anybody?
- ( groans )

I had someone working
on the inside.

Whoa. What's his name?

( groans )
Boyka.

Maybe he took the money.
Where is he?

Face down
in a pooI of blood.

Who killed him?

S- Stepan.

Figures.

Just keep hitting those fans.
I'm dying, for crying out loud, come on.

( banging )

Hey!

You know where I really want to go
when we get out of this hellhole?

The Dominican Republic.

I really like
Spanish women, man.

( banging continues )

Maybe we'll meet there
for a drink, huh, Sam?

Sam. Sam.

Sam, open your eyes.
Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up.
Open your eyes.

( Sam mumbling )
They are open. I'm too cold.

And I'm tired,
too fucking tired.

Okay, okay, okay.

Uh, come on.
Come on.

- What are you doing?
- Putting you back on your shelf.

No.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on.
There you go.

Okay, get in there.

Okay. Good.

Home sweet home.

Sam:
Okay.

Hey...

the Dominican Republic
sounds nice.

Yeah, man,
Dominican Republic.

( Sam chuckles )

Okay.

Sit tight.
Don't say a word.

Quiet as a corpse.

Good. Okay.

( bangs )

( hisses )

I knocked out a big one.

TropicaI paradise.

( gate rattling )

( gate clangs )

( lock clicking )

You scare me a little bit.
You know that?

Oh.

What the hell was that for?

It's good for the cold,
to help you keep awake.

You can turn up the heat,
you know.

The food would spoiI.

Ow. What is this?

Where do you think
you are, Robert?

You tell me.

You are in a coffin.

( sighs )

Do you know how many people
these walls have seen?

You're not the first
and you won't be the last.

No more lies about the money.

There is only one way out...

the truth.

I am sick of asking you
where the fucking money is.

Ow.

What, is it your money
or something?

No.

So what's in this for you?

It keeps me alive.

You're responsible?

It's my head on the block
with theirs and yours.

Huh. Sorry to hear that.

- Then speak.
- May I?

How does a beautifuI girI like you
end up in the mob?

Oh, I know...

you have to fuck
all the wrong guys.

Not this time.

There are many ways
into this work, Robert.

Yeah, well, you should have read
the fine print, sweetheart.

Alisa: It wouldn't have made
a difference.

I was young.

I liked parties,
and passed easily

through borders and airports...

the perfect courier.

So wait, you...
you carried the eight million?

And I always delivered.

But that won't matter to the boss
when he arrives.

Hmm, no worries.
I'm sure a pretty girI like you

has this guy's ear...

or something lower.

I don't understand you,
Robert.

Why is money more important
to you than life?

Hey, that was good.

You almost looked
like you cared.

No, really, I can see how good
you must be dancing through borders.

But the reality of the situation is,
sweetheart,

you and I both know I'm not
getting out of this freezer alive,

so enough of the bullshit.

Then save me, Robert.

Please save me.

Baby...

I wouldn't give you
the ice off my eyebrows.

( rattling )

( KiriI mutters in Russian )

Let him go.

If you don't release me,
he will break that man's neck.

Yeah, well, I might do you
the same favor.

- You won't.
- You don't know me.

You think I stole eight million bucks.
That kind of guy wouldn't hesitate

to kill anyone who gets in his way.

- You won't kill me.
- Tell him to let Sam go.

- Do it now.
- I can't.

Do it! Do it!

Sam:
He has the money.

Robert took the eight million.
He told me.

- He's Iying.
- Where?

I'm not Iying.

He's full of shit!

- He stole the money from Boyka.
- Boyka?

I got no money.
Your guys made a mistake.

They don't make mistakes.

Well, look at this guy.
He's still fucking breathing.

I call that a mistake.

Just give it up, Robert.

What the hell is he talking about?

You know exactly
what they are talking about.

- ( Sam groaning )
- ( KiriI mutters in Russian )

Yeah, go ahead.

( bangs )

( Sam coughing )

I ought to fucking strangle you.

Look, I'm not gonna last
much longer.

Just tell them you have it.

Tell them you'll get it for them
and we'll get out of here.

Oh, really? And what happens
when I don't have it?

They'll shoot us
in a nice warm graveI pit.

Oh, so that's your plan?

You should be thanking me.

I might have just saved your life.

What, for, like, five minutes?

Now they'll never believe
I don't have the money.

After what you did,
these assholes

or their friends
or their friends' friends

will hunt me
for the rest of my life.

You have kids?

No.

I got two.

Paulie and Kat.

Paulie won't talk to me anymore
since the divorce.

Boys are like that...

the good ones.

They look after their moms.

Kat and I get on all right.

She's gonna miss her daddy.

( sighs )

Sam:
Switch clothes with me.

- What?
- Come on.

Come on, we're gonna
get you out of here.

And what, leave you?
Come on.

Yes, and leave me.

You stand me up in the back
over here and hide by the door.

Next time those sons of bitches
come in, you run.

Run like hell and get help.

It's now or never, Robert.

You don't get out of here...
my kids will never know

I sat here
thinking about them.

There'll be no story,

no body...

"nichto. "
You understand?

If I leave you...

I know.

( chuckles )

I know.

Come on.

Sam: You're not
handsome like me,

but let's pray this works.

- Robert: I owe you, man.
- No. No, you don't.

I think I'm the reason
you're in here.

No, it's nobody's fault.

- It's just bad karma.
- I don't think so.

My ex took everything.

I owe money, lots of it.

The vig on my marker
is more than I make in two years.

- ( gate rattling )
- IA, IRS...

they all want a piece of me.

You took the money?

No, but I was gonna try.

- They don't need it like I do.
- ( lock clicking )

I was... I was gonna
share with...

With whom? Alisa?

- No, not Alisa.
- Give me the name. The name!

Alisa: Robert, it's time.

( KiriI yells )

All right, all right, all right!
You win. I'll give you the money.

- Alisa: Where is it?
- I have to take you there.

- He's gonna chop his head off.
- I need to be there.

- Why?
- Lock, dogs, booby traps...

I gotta take care of it.

I took the money, not him!
Cut my fucking arm off!

- Where is it?
- Please don't do this.

- Where is the fucking money?
- Cafe Volga!

I ran into the bathroom
and hid the money in the ceiling.

That's where it is.

And I wasn't on a date.

I knew Stepan saw me
in the parking garage.

I ran into the cafe to hide out,
but they got me anyway.

( speaks Russian )

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
What the fuck are you doing?

- Yeah?
- You can't kill a cop.

He's a cop. Ask him.

Stepan:
Huh?

Detective Sam Gurov,

NYPD Narcotics.

You can't kill a cop.

Please.

KiriI:
Okay?

Sam:
No. No, no.

Stepan, please listen to me.

Listen to me.
This is a police officer.

You can't kill a cop.

You'll go to jaiI
for the rest of your life.

Don't be a fooI.

He, you.

( laughs )

Understand?

He... you.

- ( laughing )
- I hope hell is warm.

( coughs )

( gate rattling )

( gate clangs )

( lock rattles )

( gasps )

Hitting a woman is not so different
from hitting a man.

It is for me.

- You killed a cop.
- He was dirty.

You're animals.

Even you, princess.

I do what I have to
to survive, as will you.

No. I wouldn't fuck
the boss's son

no matter how many times
he hit me.

Argh!
You fight like shit.

Didn't they teach you anything
in mob schooI?

Eight million dollars, Robert.

All right, all right.
Enough of this.

I got a little gambling problem.
I spent it in Vegas.

Ugh!

I donated it all
to my favorite charity.

They're gonna build a fucking
orphanage in my name.

Strip.

You first.

Start with the shirt.

You know,
today is my birthday.

Shouldn't you be the one
putting on the show?

You're not gonna kill me.

No.

But I will put a bullet
in your kneecap...

or somewhere else.

( sighs )

Alisa:
Slow.

Like that?

( KiriI mutters )

Now your pants.

Aw, babushka, we're moving
kind of fast, aren't we?

Oh, no, no, not the...

it's my life's savings.

Be nice to it.

That will do...

for now.

It's kind of a weird time
to be romantic, don't you think?

It's... oh, okay.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Ow! Oh.

I like you.

You've got a funny way
of showing it.

I don't want to hurt you
anymore.

Oh, good.

Oh. Oh, your hands.

Your hands... your hands
are really, really warm.

I didn't find the money
at the restaurant.

Oops.

You can go.
You'll be free.

Oh, that'd be amazing.

Yeah.

Well?

- No.
- Then you die.

And you'll never get
the money.

Oh-hh!

Oh.

I think
I'll liked the bite better.

Yeah. No, I did.
I definitely...

oh, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.

Before you go,

there's something
you need to know.

I'm not the only one
holding the cards here.

Isn't it odd

that no one found
Sam's phone?

that Sam was still alive in here

when everyone else
thought he was dead?

I think someone
was trying to save him.

What are you saying?

He told me
he had a partner.

And if you don't listen,
they're gonna get the money,

I promise you.

Sam was a dirty cop.

You said it yourself.
He owed money.

And you delivered the money
to Boyka.

Am I right?

And Boyka
was Sam's snitch.

If you didn't know that,
he was.

Boyka trusted Sam...
a bad mistake.

The money was stolen,

Boyka is blamed,

and who kills him?

Stepan.

And who saw me
in the parking garage?

Think about it.

Stepan.

I trust Stepan.

Why would he kill the cop
if they are working together?

Sam would have spilled the beans
to save his own life.

If Stepan hadn't
chopped his head off...

- Robert: What...
- ( Alisa speaks Russian )

What's your beef, man?

( Alisa shouts in Russian )

( screams )

( Alisa sobbing )

( gunshot )

- Alisa: Nyet!
- Robert: Oh, shit.

Robert:
Tell him what I said.

- Tell him!
- No.

That's right.
He understands.

Right?
You understand, right?

You got your fucking money.

Enough of this bullshit.

You don't need me.
Run while you can.

Hmm? Huh?

What are you waiting for?

Huh? Pull the trigger.

Pull it.

Do it!

That's the only way to keep me
from killing you.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Yeah? Whatever.

( door closes )

( knob cranks, fans whirring )

( huffing )

Oh-hh.

Did the bad man hurt you?

Oh...

Happy birthday, dumbass.

Oh, that's nice.
That's nice.

( smoke alarm beeping )

( beeping stops )

Did you bring
the marshmallows?

It's out of fueI anyway, Borat.

This is goodbye.

I'm sad.

Don't trust him.

You know, a different place,
a different time,

you and me... I think
we could have worked out.

A little apartment
in the East Village,

sipping vodka, making love,
watching "Doctor Zhivago. "

I can't save you, Robert.

Aggh!
What the fuck...?

- The money.
- Ask him. He's got the money.

Huh? Huh?
( chuckles )

Save me, Robert.
Please save me.

I'm not falling for this bullshit.

It's not a trick.
It's not a trick.

Uh, uh...

All right. All right.

All right.

I'll get you the money.
Give me the phone. Give me the phone!

Telephone.

The cop stole the money.

He had a partner,
but it wasn't you, dickhead.

His name is
Detective Al Dorian.

That's the cop I was talking to
on the phone.

That's why he was trying
to call Sam...

to find out where he stashed
the money.

If you let me call,
I'll make him believe

that giving the money back
is the only way to save Sam's life.

- What about Sam?
- Uh, I'll tell him that he's...

that he's unconscious
or he's tied up.

I'll tell him whatever the fuck
I have to, to get the eight miI.

- Then I'll call him.
- No. He'll never believe you.

But he might buy my story.

It's worth a shot.
Just give me the phone.

Huh?

Give me the phone.

Huh? Okay.

( panting )

( line rings )

- Woman: What's your emergency?
- Detective Al Dorian, NYPD Narcotics.

It's Robert Saunders.
It's an emergency.

Woman:
I'll connect you now.

( line ringing )

Dorian: God damn,
you're still alive?

Barely.
They gave me a phone

so I could call
and get the money.

- Are they with you now?
- Yes.

They want the money now
or they're gonna kill Sam and me.

Is Sam there?

- Can you get it?
- Where are you?

What are you doing?
I had the money.

He was ready to bring it, but you
have to tell me where we are.

What the fuck is wrong
with you?

Let me call him back.
Let me call him back.

Alisa:
Nyet!

- Oh...
- ( door slams )

( yells )

( grunting )

( puffs )

( gate rattling )

( gate clangs )

( lock rattles )

( door opens )

( speaks Russian )

( chuckles, speaking Russian )

( sighs )
No Russian, please.

I'm so sick of it.

You a fucking cop?

No cop.

A mechanic.

Man:
Really? A mechanic?

You're a bad liar.

Truth is,
I'm a very good liar.

I don't think so.
Look at yourself.

What kind of car do you drive?

What kind of car I drive?

BMW, M5.

( rattling )

Robert:
Is it carbon-chipped?

For performance.

Does it jump through a red light
on a mis-shift?

My friend says
it's nothing to worry.

Friend sell you the car?

You are a good liar.

DaniI.

My name is known to many,

but not my story,

and never my face.

Robert.

You took the shot at Oleg.

What did you hear, Robert?

That you missed.

Humph.
Three months on Internet

to get Oleg out of house
with only four bodyguards.

I pretend to be young girI.

Rendezvous set,
and Oleg switched location.

Then last minute, switch again.

Finally Oleg arrives

holding a little puppy.

Too many ways to escape.

Shocking how fast
the old rabbit ran.

All those years
in a track suit, I suppose.

Who hired you?

Well, it might help to know
who wants Oleg dead.

Do you see a way
out of here, Robert?

Do you?

Only one, Robert...

you.

I will be killed
when Oleg arrives,

but you're different.

There's a reason you're still alive.

I know how to get out of here,

but I'm just...
just too damn cold.

Mm.

50/50.

What?

70/30.

60/40.
That's it.

( yawns )

How much is your life worth?

In here... nothing.

50/50.

40/60.

You're too cold, remember?

Partners?

Take a look.

I broke that vent

to climb out of here.

There's a small duct,

probably leads to those fans
above the door.

What I did find was wires...

110 for the fans
and 220 for the condenser.

They run paralleI in there.

Meaning?

Meaning we need you
to climb this shelf

and play electrician.

Why don't you do it?

My fingers
are frozen to the bone.

I can't even feeI them.

What are you trying to do?

The lights will blow
when the freezer door opens

and you'll be up front

and attack in the dark...
with this.

Unless you'd rather
cut my throat.

I guess we're gonna
find out, huh?

It's what you do, isn't it...

move fast with a box cutter,

cut us out of here?

And on to the money.

( coughs )
See it?

I see a conduit box.

The lid is off.

Yeah, I tried to do it myself,
but I just couldn't.

I see wires.

What color?

Black, white
and candy cane.

All right, pull the black
and the candy cane ones out.

They're the ones
that power this freezer.

Should be some slack
up there.

All right.
Now cut the wires

and pull the insulation off
about six inches.

You think I'm an idiot?

You cut it.

I told you my fingers are...

Do you worry that after we escape,
I will kill you and take all the money?

I know you'll try, DaniI,

but like any good thief,

I plan to steaI your share

and be long gone
to the south of France by then.

( chuckles )

- ( lock rattling )
- Shit.

Push these back up there
and then close the vent.

( screaming )

Vadim!

( screaming stops )

- ( lights click )
- Vadim?!

( Alisa mutters in Russian )

Do you know who you just killed?

- I didn't kill anybody.
- Do you have any idea?

- DaniI?
- That's not DaniI.

That's Vadim... Oleg's son!

( Stepan, Alisa
speaking Russian )

Nyet!

Yes, you heard her... nyet.

Robert:
Argh!

( Alisa whimpering )

Sorry.

( muttering in Russian )

( door closes )

( lock rattles, lights click )

( Alisa speaks )

I heard you were
man of honor and integrity,

but that is lie.

You can't kill me,
so you kill my son.

Why?

I brought you here
for a reason.

Oh, so you brought me here?
This was your plan.

Some plan.

Who put you on me?

Who hired you?

Was it Arshin?

Trokmykov?
Who paid you?

Speak, you fucking whore.

No.

Let me do this

the old-fashioned way.

I have news for you.

You are going
to a very warm place.

It is honor

to kill you myself.

( yelling )

( Oleg yells )
Confess!

Argh.

Kill this dog.

( gunfire ringing )

- ( knife slices )
- Argh!

When the deviI asks
what brought you,

tell him it was freedom...

I killed you for freedom.

Freedom? I don't own you.

I don't even know you.

Not for me. For her.

( sighs )

What took you so long?

( sobbing )

Danya.

I was so scared.

So many times I wanted to cry

or to say, "Stop. Stop. "

No, no, no.

No, don't cry.

Your tears will freeze.

Nyet!

( screams )

( speaking Russian )

I can't think anymore.

Oh, my God, they will kill us.

They will kill us.

You've been here too long, baby.
You are nearly frozen.

Tell me.

What?

Tell me again.

Alisa:
In the south of France...

in Montpellier,

the historic center of town
is called I'Ecusson.

( groans )

( sobbing )
It's full of small squares

with beautifuI shops,
wonderfuI bars and cafes,

art galleries

which you would
suffer through for me.

Danya...?

I'm listening.

( electricity buzzing )

On top, there is
a small restaurant.

They have the most incredible
bread and cheese

that melts in your mouth
like butter.

( chuckles )

If you look out of the window,

if you squint,

you will see
the Mediterranean Sea.

- ( door opens )
- NYPD!

Put your hands
where I can see them.

Dorian?

It's me... Robert.

I know who you are.

Are you armed?

One on your wrist,
one on his,

one in the middle,
around that post. Do it now.

He is shot.

( coughing )

He will die
if we don't get out of here.

The zips, now.
Do it now.

( electricity buzzing )

You killed Oleg.

Who's that?

Vadim... his son.

Tighter.

( squeaking )

Who the hell is she?

Nobody.

Just one of their girls.

Did you find the money?

No.

I'm not sure I believe you.

I'm the only one
who knows where you are.

And I'm not leaving
without that money.

Now you can
walk out that door

or I can close it and leave...
up to you.

I've been hearing that
a lot lately.

Fine.

No. No.

I'll tell you.

"Just one of their girls," huh?

You bullshit me, I will leave.

New York cuts.

New York cuts...?

- The money's been here the entire time?
- ( door slams )

Fuck.

Let me out of here!

- Let me out!
- ( gate rattling )

Saunders,
Let me out of here!

( reverse signaI beeping )

( bangs, clicks )

( gunshots )

( whirring )

You can kiss our
eight million bucks goodbye.

I don't care about the money.

Are you sure you still love me?

Yeah.

Dorian:
Let me out!

( yelling indistinctly )

I have something for you.

A gift from Oleg.

- ( truck horn honks )
- ( large engine whirring )

( seagulls cawing )

Happy birthday.

( man banging )
Hey!

Keep it fucking moving, huh?
Get a room already!

- ( yelps )
- ( splashing )

- DaniI: Sorry.
- ( Alisa laughing )

DaniI: Now how about
that nice cup of hot cocoa?

( tires screech )

( instrumentaI music playing )