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(gentle music)

(motor revving)

(suspenseful music)

- We're all set.

- You sure you know what you're doing?

- Yes of course.

The museum closes soon, in
one hour, I'll be in and out.

You'll get what you want.

The security system is taken care of.

I'll meet you in the warehouse.

Look out for my money.

- You'll get your money.

- Good.
- So get out of here.

(suspenseful music)

(church bells ringing)

Beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Haven't had this much hands-on attention

since I was in diapers.

Thank you.

- Excuse me, sir.

After you.

- O'Brian, Judd Ross.

- Judd, how was your flight.
- Terrific.

It was a perfect excuse to
sit under the headphones,

drink some good wine and
stare at beautiful women.

- So is my bodyguard with you?

- Like Velcro, not exactly
the talkative type, huh?

- He's not paid by the word,

all I'm doing is protecting
my investment in you, pal.

- This deal is worth so much money.

- You're damn right,
it's the biggest startup

this country's seen since
the Bolshevik Revolution.

(suspenseful music)

So when's Janie coming?
- She's not.

That's one of the
reasons I'm here, my man.

Now I wanna shake off the dust,

get a little excitement back in my life.

- Speaking of which,
what time for cocktails

so we can talk business?

- What do you say, about seven o'clock,

we'll walk through the plan,
make sure it's foolproof?

- You got it.
- Alright I'll see you then.

- All ready to go?

- Why don't you take the
next couple of hours off?

I'm gonna see some sites.

Alone.

(intense music)

(engine revs)

(horns honking)

The warehouse isn't that way!

(manic laughing)

(tires squealing)

No!

(groaning)

- Hey man, are you alright?

What are you doing?

Look, you just came out of
the blue, I didn't see you.

- Go!
- What?

- Go, right now.

Run!

(yelling)

(engine revs)

- Red Audi, license E345,
my hunch is registered,

call me back.

Yeah.

- Oh, what the hell is this all about?

- I'm in big trouble.
- Yeah no kidding,

I got that much.

Look, put that thing
away, just put it away!

Who was that guy?
- A pimp, he's after me.

- A pimp!

- They sell girls to
tourists, of course not you.

- Alright, which way to the
nearest police station then?

- No police, no no no!
- Yeah but can't they?

- No no, this is not America, no police.

- Well where am I going?
- Just drive,

keep driving straight.
- Alright, alright.

Look, I'm Judd Ross.
- Sasha.

- Sasha, yeah.

Listen up, Sasha.

You know, I'm a lawyer, maybe
I can help you with this.

- I do not want your help.

- Well what about your pimp?
- What pimp?

- That guy, you said he was a?

- Ah, I'm not that kind of girl.

- Well I didn't mean to imply.
- Slow down, slow down.

- Alright, alright, alright.

Look Sasha, Sasha, listen
to me, listen to me,

I just think that if you're in trouble,

there ought to be someplace
safe where you can.

(laughs)

What?
- Poor baby, you know nothing.

No one in Russia is safe.

- At least let me buy you a cup of coffee.

- I have no time for coffee,

there is someone I have to see here.

Goodbye, Judd Ross.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- I've just come from the hermitage.

One of Katherine the
Second's tiara was stolen.

- The tiara is missing?
- Just before closing.

Thief escaped on a motorcycle.

- Come to my desk.

Any leads?

- Somebody on a BMW wearing black leather.

- This will be impossible to keep quiet.

- Especially if the tiara is
already out of the country.

Although, it will be difficult
to move this quickly.

More likely, it will
stay in the underground

until it is safe to move.

- Perhaps a wealthy foreigner.

- It wouldn't be the first
time that the foreigners

paid thieves to steal our artifacts.

- Priceless artifacts.

- What do you intend to do?

- I will keep you posted
on any developments.

- Please do.

(phone ringing)

(choking)

- Who hired you?

- Andrew O'Brian.

To guard his friend.

- What?

Why is he here?

- Lots of money, foolproof plan.

- Now come on, come on!

- Is this where he went?

- I don't know.

(intense music)

(door creaking)

- Hello?

Some bodyguard.

(water running)

Bond, Judd Bond.

(intense music)

Jeez.

Where's the phone?

(beeping)

(dinging)

Come on, come on, come on come on come on.

- Yes, Mr. Ross?

- Yeah yeah, I'd like to
make a phone call, please.

- Alright.

- Thank you.

(phone dialing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Yeah, Andrew O'Brian,
please, it's urgent.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Yeah, well you get
him out of the meeting,

this can't wait, do you understand?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Alright, thank you.

(intense music)

- We need to meet immediately.

(grunting)

- Come on, Nicky, while
you can still talk.

- No devil cross, I will
do that, I kept my word,

we had a deal.

(menacing laugh)

- There there, you
wanted to have a holiday

at the Black Sea.

How does the bottom of the
Neva River sound instead?

- I don't know what went
wrong, I swear to you!

- I'll cut your body
into bite-sized pieces.

Who stole the tiara?

- I don't know, really.

I was ready to go into the hermitage,

I didn't even know what
happened until Pavrick told me.

- So it was someone
dressed in your clothes

riding one of your motorcycles?

- Maybe it was Matisse.

Like Pavrick loses control.

(shouts)

- Should I kill him?
- Keep him alive.

He may lead us in the right direction.

- Come on, come on!

(speaking in foreign language)

- I need to see Andrew.

Andrew O'Brian, is he in?

Is he in?

You're sure, okay thank you.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Andrew.

Oh good god, listen man.

Andrew?

Hey.

Come on, Andrew, are you?

(intense music)

Oh god.

Oh my god.

(speaking in foreign language)

(screaming)

- I didn't do this, I didn't do this.

Please, shh shh shh.

I didn't do this!

Hey, I didn't do it!

(intense music)

(tires squealing)

Sasha!

Sasha!

- I'll be right back.

- Sasha!

Sasha, hold on, I need to see you.

You owe me some answers.

- Is everything alright?

- Yes Papa.

I owe you nothing.

- Well I think you do.

Like why one hour after meeting
you running away from some

trouble, my bodyguard and my
business partner are both dead.

- Dead?
- Yes, he was definitely dead!

- I am telling you, no
police, it would be crazy.

- Crazy?

Crazy is the only two people
I know in this city both dead.

Which leads me to believe a
similar fate in store for me

if I don't figure out what's going on.

- Were you seen by anyone?

- Oh yeah, and screaming
bloody murder too.

- This is not America,
do not go to the police.

You will be arrested,
you will be imprisoned,

you will not get a fair trial,

provided that you are innocent, of course.

- Of course I'm innocent.

Do I look like a killer to you?

- Maybe your friend, he
was mixed up with mafia.

What?
Mafia.

Mafia, I have known
Andrew since we were both

at Harvard together.

- Harvard, that is a very good university.

- Nevermind about Harvard,
this is about you.

And whatever it is you are mixed up in.

- It is not safe to tell you.

- Not safe?

How can I be anymore unsafe?

The only thing I can be
more of here is dead.

- Come with me.

- Whoever's after you has
undoubtedly traced the plates

and knows this car is leased to me,

hence the dead people in my wake.

- Jude.
- It's Judd.

- Judd.

I'm sorry about your friend.

This will not be reported.

- What do you mean?

- The government is afraid to
scare off American investors.

Somebody will take the bodies

and make it look like a
terrible car accident.

No one will ever know the truth.

- Yeah, but what about Andrew's secretary?

I mean, she saw me standing
over his dead body.

- They will give her a nice new apartment,

a new car, she saw
nothing, she knows nothing.

- I can't believe this country.

- You Americans, you
think Russia's so easy.

- No.

What do you know about Americans?

- I know what your
great country brings us.

Coca Cola, Big Macs, Jack in his box.

- The box.

Jack In the Box.

Look, America may not have all the answers

but a couple of bucks
tossed at this economy

wouldn't be such a
horrible thing, you know.

- If the dollars made it to the economy,

but the dollars, they
make it into the pockets

of big shots who make deals.

Another piece of Russia
gone, nothing for her people.

Over here.
- What?

- Slow down.
- Alright, alright.

So where are we?
- Just follow me.

Are you afraid I will run away?

- You're not going anywhere if
you know what's good for you.

- Is this how you treat your girlfriend?

- Who said I had one?

(intense music)

- Nicky.

(tires squealing)

(panting)

Nicky.
- Sasha?

- No.
- Sasha?

- I'm so sorry.

- Pavrick is with us.

- I said come along.

- Wait in the car.

- I lost a very valuable tiara.

- It seems an American is involved.

We're dealing with it.

- Judd Ross?

- You know?
- So do you.

Is that why his partner is dead?

Better not be traced back to you.

- You worry too much.

- Inspector Ladimia had the keys.

- Well he can't put the murder on me.

- I'm talking about the tiara.

- Ladimia is a tired old man.

- Do not underestimate him.

He might put you in prison again.

- We'll see.

(dogs barking)

(intense music)

- Sasha, who is this?

- Judd, he's a friend,
he's trying to help me.

Nicky, somebody hurt you bad.

Is it the same person who
hired you for the job?

- What job?

Hey, what are you talking about?

- They will not.
- Will not what?

- Find you.
- Who won't find you?

- Sash.
- Nicky.

Who are you talking about?

We must go.
- Who are they?

- Nicky's friends, they're no good,

trouble always finds them.

- Oh, like it hasn't found us?

- Come on.

This way.

Okay, let's go.

- Wait, Sasha, you have got to tell me

everything that you know.

Now what job were you and
Nicky talking about, huh?

Sasha.

Turn around and listen to me.

(grunting)

What the hell is this?
- Your watch, I borrowed it.

- You mean you stole it.

- I'm good, huh?
You didn't even notice.

Here, take it back.

I think it may be too
masculine for me after all.

- I don't believe this.

(sighs)

Nothing in this country is what it seems.

- That is what makes it so interesting.

- You know, Sasha, I
have a life in America,

I'd like to make it back home to that.

- And your girlfriend?

- Now that's a whole new topic.

- Ha ha, I knew you had a girlfriend.

- I'm glad you think this is so funny.

I am in a strange country,
I'm in a hell of a lot

of trouble, can't go to the police.

And the only one that can help
me is some irresponsible--

- I am not irresponsible.

I work hard, I've made
something for myself.

- Oh yeah, you call getting
mixed up with murderers

making something for yourself.

- You do not know what I have
done or why I have done it.

- Well now you're getting
the picture, lady.

If I knew a little bit more
about what's going on here,

maybe I could help.

- You are so naive, you
cannot even help yourself.

How do you expect to help me?

- Well this can't be a
completely lawless country,

I mean, there has to be
someone who can help us.

Isn't there one person in
this whole city you can trust?

- One.

(intense music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- I would like you to meet Judd.

- Judd Ross.

- I was about to eat, will you join me?

- Sure, yeah.

- My Sasha.

Very good coffee.
- Yes, very good.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Sasha spent many hours at the hermitage

with me as a little girl.

It fed her love of art.

I had the privilege of being
a guard for over 50 years.

- Starting when he was just 18 years old.

- The Nazis, the Nazis
think they can destroy

Russian treasure, 900 days
we lived at the museum.

- This is why Papa said we
won the great patriotic war.

- They underestimated Russian dedication.

- After each bombing,
we dug out the living,

bandaged the wounded, buried the dead.

- All the while packing every treasure,

over three million
pieces they sent by train

into the Euro mountains for safekeeping.

- After the war, not one,
not one piece was missing

until now.

- But why now?

- Sasha, my paper.

Catherine the Great's tiara,
stolen from the hermitage.

This is a great tragedy.
- A great tragedy.

- So what does it say right there?

(intense music)

- I do not believe what I see!

- That's what they're after.

- There was a plan to steal
it, and Nicky wasn't--

- Nicky will come to no
good end, I told you.

- I know, Papa, but I
couldn't think straight.

- You're not kidding.

When you jumped into my
car, you'd just stolen it?

That means they think
I'm in on it with you.

- It was an accident,
you saw it for yourself.

- Accident?

Oh well that is terrific,
everybody around me is dead

because of your little accident.

- Dead?

People are dead?

Sasha, what did you plan
to do with the tiara?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know,

you're hiding a priceless
piece of stolen jewelry

in your backpack and you don't know?

- Nicky was to steal it for
somebody but he wouldn't

tell me who, I couldn't
let that happen, Papa.

I knew that if I did not take the tiara,

it would be gone from Russia forever.

- But how?

How did you manage to steal it?

- From my work at the hermitage,

Sasha knows all about the security.

- Papa, you and so many
others worked so hard

to save our treasures.

- But nevertheless, it's
still an illegal act,

you've broken the law.

- If the truth were
known about what I did,

I would be a Russian hero!

- Our fakes were more real than this.

- What fakes?

- The director of the
hermitage was worried the war

might never end.

He commissioned the
finest jewelers in Russia

to copy the most famous
works, maybe 50 pieces total.

- And where are these fakes?

- Hermitage basement, long forgotten.

- How many people know about them?

- Everyone was sworn to secrecy.

Probably most are dead by now.

I know who I must call,
someone I've known for years.

- No police!

- He loves art as much as I do!

- What do you plan to do, Papa?

Hand him the tiara and say,
here I was out for a walk

and look what I found?

- Sasha, we need to find a solution

or you're going to go to jail.

- I am not staying for this.

- What the?

Sasha!

I'll fix it.

Sasha.

Listen to me, we can fix this.

- No we can't fix this.

We cannot fix it, I was
wrong to get you involved,

I am so sorry.

(crying)

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Shh shh shh.

(upbeat music)

- Go ahead.

- How can I help you, inspector?

- I think you know.

- More cat and mouse games?

- I am better at that than you.

- Perhaps I've improved.
- Six months in prison?

Why not?

- Still the comedian, I see.

- You heard about the hermitage robbery.

And?
- And what?

I just run a small night club.

- And a few other operations as well.

Enough to get the diamond
tiara out of Russia.

- Prove it.
- Perhaps I will.

- People are dead and it is my fault.

- No, no no no, it's not your fault.

Whoever plans this robbery
bears the responsibility.

- It's easy for you, a
lawyer, to feel like that.

But I know it is my fault.

(gentle music)

- Sasha, listen.

I understand your motivation to wanna save

your country's artifacts,
I even find it admirable.

- You do?

- I never thought I'd
think that, but yeah,

I think what you did was admirable.

(sirens wailing)

- What are you going to do?
- Lose 'em.

- Okay, try.

To the end of the street, make a right.

(tires squealing)

- Come on.

(grunting)

Come on.

Come on.

(intense music)

(carnival music)

Come on.

Let's move!

(gunshots)

(grunting)

Go go go!

(rumbling)

(intense music)

(sirens)

What the hell are you doing?

- Look, we need a new car.

- Why do I get the feeling
you've done this before?

- Because I have.

Besides, this was necessary.

- Oh yeah?

Well what about my watch,
was that necessary too?

- Of course not, that was just for fun.

(carnival music)

(car engine starts)

So, what do you think of Russia so far?

- Being on the run for an art heist.

I feel positively invigorated.

- Let's get out of here.

(sirens)

(tires squealing)

(church bells ringing)

(laughs)

- Thank you for coming, old friend.

- Since you've retired, I've
missed our conversations.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Were you surprised to hear from me?

- It has been a very long time.

Little Sasha?
- Not so little anymore.

She works as a model to
support her art studies.

Now she teaches classes herself.

Let's have a drink.

(speaking foreign language)

I do not arrange her dates.

(laughs)

- So?
- So.

(sighs)

- You have heard.

Everyone in St. Petersburg,
the city weeps as one.

- You called me for something.

- I want to know, who would
be so bold as to steal

a million-dollar tiara?
- Two million.

That's right.

As to who took it, we don't know yet.

Is there something you need to tell me?

- No no.

Just an old Russian
heartsick at the thought

of losing a piece of our history forever.

(glasses clink)

(phone rings)

- Yeah, it's me.

- The police have found
the American's car.

- And the American?
- Gone.

But he's with a girl.
- Who?

- We don't know yet.
- Does she have our tiara?

- When we find her, we'll know.

Check Drovsky Street, that's
where we last saw her.

- Okay.

(intense music)

- So where are we now?

I'm not sure what to think about you.

You say you stole this tiara
as a historical gesture.

I get the feeling you also
did it for the thrill.

- What is life without a few thrills?

- Thank you.

- And what do you do for thrills?

- For thrills?

Let's see, okay, when I was a kid,

I backpacked all the way across Europe.

- That does not sound very dangerous.

- Does not, huh?

Alright.

Okay, you want thrills?
I'll give you thrills.

I ran with the bulls at Pamplona.

- Not bad.
- Yeah, see?

Just once.
(laughs)

- Yes.

- And then I got married,
then I got divorced and then,

now I work.

- Poor baby.
- Yeah.

(gentle music)

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Wait a minute.

Careful!
- Sorry!

- This luggage cost me a fortune.

Mr. Ross's room, please.

- I'm sorry, but Mr.
Ross is not in right now.

- Oh, well that's fine, just
give me the key to his room.

I'm here to surprise him anyway.

- I'm sorry but I cannot do that.

- I'm his girlfriend.

- There is no mention
of your arrival, ma'am.

- Well there wouldn't be, would there?

It's a surprise.

He doesn't know I'm coming.

- I'm sorry but Mr. Ross
is registered as a single.

(sighs)

- This should take care of
your crisis of conscience.

Right?

- Oh yes.

Three-one-nine.

- Happy?
- Oh yes.

Sasha, you never mention your mother.

- Russia is my mother.

Papa found me in an orphanage
when I was 10 days old.

I looked into his eyes
and from that day on,

I'm his daughter.

- But your real parents?

- My real father, his name
was not on the birth papers.

And my mother, she died
giving birth to me.

- Now I understand why the tiara

has such a special place in your heart.

- Not just the tiara, everything Russian.

They will undoubtedly pull
each jewel out of the tiara

and destroy our history.

To them, the value is about
the jewels, not the tiara.

Each ruby, the blood of Russian soldiers.

Each sapphire, the color of Russian skies.

Each diamond, the tears
shed by our mothers,

daughters, sisters.

All of that lost?

I could not let that happen.

- We need to talk to Nicky again.

He's the only one who can help
us put this puzzle together.

(sighs)

- I know where to find him.

- Oh no no no, no.

Put it there.

Oh, mess.

Typical.

- Nicky.

- Who is this?

- You met him yesterday, he's a friend.

- Everybody is Sasha's friend.

- So who beat you up?

- Sasha knows who beat me up.

- I don't, that is what
I'm trying to find out.

- You know very well
why I couldn't tell you.

Could it be if we're talking about?

It is the only person I trusted
and told about the ruble.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes, you should be sorry, Sasha.

I was going to use the money
for us, for a vacation,

relaxing.
- There is no us, Nicky.

Not for a long time.

- I should tell who stole the tiara

and still get my money as a reward.

(intense music)

You don't know what you are into here.

- Look pal, you have no proof
that she stole that tiara.

- If you were smart, go home now.

Otherwise, you might not make it.

- Nicky.

I need the motorcycle.

(laughs)

- Why?

Am I never ever to say no to Sasha?

- I'll bring it back, I promise.

- Sure, try to make it in one piece, okay?

- Nicky, you are sure
they do not know about me?

- You wouldn't be alive if they knew.

Sasha.

Don't go near the Black Cat.

- The night club, why?

- You heard me.

(intense music)

- Where are we going?

(intense music)

Dre.

(chuckles)

See?

There is a Mercedes.

- Yeah.

Nicky was right about the Black Cat.

This could get dangerous.

- It's our only lead.

(gentle music)

Okay, let's go.

(engine roars)

- I just wanna order a drink.

Okay.

Room service?

Can you send a bottle of Dom Perignon?

Dom, oh for.

Yeah, just a minute.

Champagne Skaya?

- Yeah it's me.

- Listen Pavrick, do not come back

until Nicky tells you who
the girl is, you understand?

- And what if he does not?

- Kill that little piece of shit.

(intense music)

- Can you give me a lift home?

- There's Nicky and his friends.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's very funny.
- I'm in pain,

I have to go home.

(engine revs)

(intense music)

- He's after Nicky, go!

- Don't worry, you just hang on!

(gentle music)

- Where the hell is he?

(engine rumbles)

(intense music)

- Oh, this is your last chance.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You do, Nicky.

- This is the girl I'm looking for.

What's her name?

- Put it down.

- She's a very sexy girl.

- Put it down!

- And she looks like a
good motorcycle rider.

Who is she?

- Nobody.

(grunts)

- The same nobody who helped you

to steal our diamond tiara.

- Sasha had nothing to do with it.

- Sasha?
- Yes.

- Sasha?

Sasha, Sasha who?

(grunts)

- My own babushka hits
me harder than that.

- It's your last chance to save yourself.

Who is Sasha?

Bye, Nicky.

- No no, no no, no no!

(gunshots)

- No!

Let me go!

(engine revs)

Nicky!

(gasping)

- Sasha.
- Yes.

- I loved you.

- Nicky.

Who was behind this?

- Artium, Artium is behind it.

- No.

(motor roars)

(dogs barking)

- Here we go.

- Listen Sasha, who is this, this Artium?

- Everybody in St. Petersburg fears him.

- Yes I know that, but who is he?

- A criminal.

Very powerful.

He can arrange anything.

(door creaks)

(gentle music)

Nicky's dead.

(groaning)

(sobbing)

- I'm not surprised, but I am sorry.

Come here.

I have something you will
find very interesting.

- Papa, you went to the hermitage.

- When I tell you about the fake,

I see that you are thinking.

- You bet I was.

Look at this.

Man.

They are impossible to tell apart.

- It's a very good thing, da?

- Oh, da, very good thing.

Now I think I know what
to do, and if this works,

we all walk away.

- You know, this could be dangerous.

- I know, I don't have any other choice.

I need my papers and my passport.

Listen, maybe you ought to wait here.

- I don't think so.

(classical music)

(phone rings)

- Yeah, it's me.

- No no no, not that way, not that way.

Come here.

(gentle music)

(moaning)

- You son of a bitch!

- Jane, what are you doing here?

- I came to surprise you.

Certainly seems I've been successful.

You gave me a ring, you shit!

Stupid airplane food, my fingers
are swollen like sausages.

I thought we were a couple.

- Well we were, but that's
not an engagement ring.

I mean, come on, things
have been lousy between us

for a long time.

- Consider this ring thrown
in your face, you loser.

- Janie, come on, don't be so upset.

- Upset?

I should be cool and calm
when you tumble into the room

locked in a passionate embrace

with some two-bit Russian hooker?

- I am not a hooker!
- That's enough!

- Is it?

Are you sure you don't need
to be tested for every disease

known to man?

- You can have your horrible girlfriend.

- Wait wait, Sasha!

Janie, look.

I am sorry, I am.

But we were over, we both knew it,

we just hadn't faced it yet.

Sasha!

(screams)

Sasha wait, I can expl--

(intense music)

(grunts)

(gasping)

- Wow.

Hello.

(laughs)

- Wait, she's totally innocent.

- She doesn't look so innocent to me.

- Judd, what on earth is going on?

- The bullet will go through both of you.

Stay put.

- My father is a wealthy man.
- Not now, Jane.

- Looks like I have everybody I need.

Beautiful company.

Let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Wait wait wait wait,

just leave her here, she
has nothing to do with this!

- She does now, come on.

- Wait wait wait, Judd, ladies first.

(intense music)

(camera shutter clicks)

- Son of a bitch.

I knew it.

- My tiara?
- Soon.

- Tell me please, why
are the Japanese yakuza

so interested in getting
their hands on it?

You know, of course, and that's why I want

my share of the money now.

- When I get the tiara.

(camera shutter clicks)

- I read the tiara is now
worth at least $2 million.

- Our deal remains, as before.

- Then, my friend,

we have no deal.

- Wait.

- Hey, come on, guys.

(shouts)

- Move.

(gasping)

- It's okay, Jane.

- What are you gonna do with us?

(laughs)

- That's for Judd to decide.

- Kill you, I think!

- As soon as the tiara is found.

(chuckles)

I think he told you about the tiara

and you decide what to do.

(screams)

Sit down.

- We don't have the tiara,

we don't know a damn thing about it.

- Nicky didn't talk to protect you.

That's very sweet, and also very dumb

and you, you drive away
with it after the robbery,

I saw you!

- Come on, she's hyperventilating.

(gasping)

- Get her some water!
- Get her some help.

(intense music)

(gunshots)

(gasping, screaming)

- Sasha no!

Put the knife away.

- But he killed Nicky!
- Put the knife away, now!

Alright, get up, get up!

Come on girls, let's get out of here.

Out the door, go on.

You too, pal.

Come on, get out there.

Nice work, Janie.

- Piss off, Judd.

- Judd.

- Is this Artium?

(sirens)

- What a lovely surprise.
- Go.

So you're the guy we
have to make a deal with.

- A deal?

Now why would I want to do that?

- Because we have your tiara.

(chuckles)

- You can't fence it.
- No, and we don't want to.

We just wanna get out of here
and get on with our lives.

- Very smart.
- Yeah.

- And your proposal?

- Same deal you had with Nicky.

Whatever he was getting, you pay us

and we give you the tiara.

- We'll meet at the warehouse.

Pavrick knows the way.

- No, no no, I'm more comfortable

with a lot of people around.

- Sports arena.

- Sports arena, five
o'clock, you bring the money,

we bring the tiara.

- Now, perhaps you'd be so
kind as to release Pavrick?

- Yeah, sure.

In return for the car.

(sirens)

(intense music)

- Stop the car, stop the car!

- Alright, alright.
- Stop the car!

- Let me out.

- Janie.

You won't even know where you are!

- I know exactly where I am with you.

- Jane, Jane!

You don't have a passport,
I can't let you out

in the middle--

- What does this look like to you?

- Alright.

Don't go back to the hotel, alright?

- I don't intend to, you mega loser!

- Papa?
- Papa isn't here.

- Papa's police friend.

Where is Papa?

- In the country.

You think you cannot trust me,

but your Papa and I, we are friends.

Right now, it's not safe for him here.

- Papa would not leave me here.

- I gave him no choice.

I have many enemies.

They will try to destroy me.

If they do, make sure these
photos get to the right people.

(speaking in foreign language)

(gentle music)

- Lieutenant Kreiko.
- With Artium.

(water splashing)

So where's your goon?

- Hi.

Nice to meet you all.

We meet again, and no American
woman to hide behind now.

- You've got your tiara, let's do it.

- And I have poor, dead Nicky's money.

- Go to hell.

(water splashing)

(snaps fingers)

- Safe journey.

$100,000 American.
- Good.

We're going now.

This meeting never happened,
we were never here.

(gentle music)

If we don't walk out of here in one hour,

photographs of you and
Lieutenant Kreiko together

will be passed onto the press.

They were taken by your
good friend Vladimir.

Real Kodak moments.

You're gonna have a tough
time explaining why you

and the head of the
Nebski militia precinct

are making a deal for a stolen
piece of Russia's history.

- Well I'd say the problem
is all with Kreiko,

especially since he's already paid me.

And the tiara is safely on its way.

Good day, my friends.

(intense music)

(water splashing)

- This way.

- Quick!

- Back door.

(gunshot)

- Sure.

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

- Go go, go, go.

(gunshot)

(panting)

(gunshots)

Go go, go go go!

(gunshots)

(grunting)

- Goodbye Sasha.
- Pavrick.

(screaming)

(gunshots)

(panting)

- You're sure you do not
want to go to a hospital.

- No no no, there'd be too many questions.

Look, he just grazed me,
it looks a lot more serious

than it is.

But you and Papa.

Sasha.

You can use this money.

Your father sacrificed his whole life

for this country and its
treasures, you use it.

I was never meant to stay here, you know.

- I don't want you to go.
- I don't wanna go either.

- Then stay with me.

- My life is in America.

- And mine is here in Russia.

(solemn music)

- Why so sad?
- Judd?

I thought I would never see you again.

- You weren't supposed to.

- So you changed your mind?

- Well it was a long flight.

When we landed in Los
Angeles, I looked around

and you weren't there.

- But your life is in America.

- No Sasha.

No, my life is here, with you.

Listen to me, we're gonna
go ahead with that deal

and since no one else
would move over here.

- So Juddson will.
- You bet Juddson will.

- Judd.

(clears throat)

Papa, Judd has come back to stay!

- This is excellent, this is good!

- Listen, got some news for both of you.

Check this paper out.

- Japanese yakuza are
rumored to be searching

for the elusive Artium for
selling them a worthless

and fake tiara.

- Lieutenant Kreiko is already in jail.

- And the strangest of
all, somebody somehow

put back Catherine the Great's tiara.

- I'm telling you, you just
can't make this stuff up.

- Go on, you two, get out of here.

See you later.

(gentle music)

- There is something I have to show you

now that we are partners.

- Ooh, partners, I like the sound of it.

- I saw that the hermitage
museum had added this

to their collection and I
was thinking that perhaps

it might be.

- No no, no no no no no, my dear,

you are permanently retired.

We are going to find a
new way for you to go.

- But the Fabruge eggs,

they have such a rich Russian heritage.

- Yes but you are officially
out of the heritage business

and all that it implies, or else, or else.

You may find yourself in
dire need of a great lawyer.

- Oh well that is one thing
we both completely agree on.

(intense music)

(intense music)