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M�BIUS Subrip: Szaki

- No sugar, right? - Three extra shots of water, hold the sugar.

- Have you ever been to Spain, Said? - Spain? No.

You've never been there?

You never went backpacking with your girlfriend when you were younger?

Nope.

- So, no emotional ties with Spain. - No.

You won't be shocked if we bet a little bit on a new collapse of Spain?

- No... - Good.

Pete? A price on 3-month BNP put options?

2.5.

100,000 3-month BNP put contracts.

- Are you sure? - Is it a problem?

No. Done.

100,000 3-month BNP put contracts for 340 million euros.

Thanks.

Miss Redmond, you invested in banking put contracts.

- Exactly. - They represent an enormous risk.

Exactly.

They can still pull you out. Do it immediately.

You hired me for my expertise in exotic products.

As they're negotiated contracts, I know my buyers.

And selling Spanish CDS I know who's exposed.

Spain issues 8 billion in bonds tomorrow.

Banks won't come through on them and I'll clean up.

You're sure Spain's bonds won't sell?

Sales of my products reveal renewed suspicion over Spain.

I may be wrong. If I'm not, I sell at 4 times market prices.

I back out?

Hello.

Hello.

You expect Euribor to bounce back?

Pardon me?

Do you expect Euribor to bounce back?

Why ask me?

I'm a bit long on Euribor 6-months.

- What makes you think I know? - Intuition.

Intuition?

That's all you've got?

If that's your gambit, fine, but don't sit back.

You know who he is. You show him you know and don't hang around. Let's go again.

- Right. - Let's go again.

What makes you think I know?

- You work for RBI, don't you? - Yes.

- Do I know you? - I know you.

Really?

- You work for RBI, too? - No.

Why the big air of mystery?

- I'm easing into it. - Why?

So I don't scare him off.

Seriously? You're spooky!

"I know you." "No, I don't work for RBI."

Attack, dammit! It's 50�C in there.

Let's go again.

What does this pay?

- It's about money? - Just asking. I'm interested.

You'll get a pass when everybody else is arrested.

That won't work.

- Why won't it? - Implying all the bank's staff will be charged?

Scare tactics won't work.

Crapule knows a money-laundering rap won't stick.

3 weeks and this is all you've come up with?

Find something else. Fast!

- What do you think? - No, in French.

Tell the others, too. Speak Russian outside but not here.

So, what's your take on her?

Brilliant.

Individualistic.

Very self-confident.

Major superiority complex.

A loose cannon.

Physically.

- She's got charm. - No kidding! That's a real woman.

Why hasn't she got a man?

Her job, I guess. It's an adrenalin rush.

Like gambling, it excludes everything else.

Our only hook for Crapule is working again in the U.S.

As soon as possible.

Because of her dad?

- Well how are you, honey? - Good and you?

I'm ok.

You saw Nair then?

Yeah, yeah no news there.

I have to continue the treatment.

You told him you'd lost your sense of taste?

That's normal. It... it will come back.

When?

Don't know! Anyway doesn't matter much considering what they feed us here.

Dad. You have to eat.

I eat, I eat.

BANKS IN THE RED SPAIN IN CRISIS

Hello.

I love this time of day, when nobody's here.

Do you think

American long-term rates will rise?

- I asked if you think American... - I heard you.

- You have no opinion on that? - Should I?

- Aren't you in finance? - No. I'd appreciate some peace and quiet.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

I can't comply. I work for the Financial Crimes Brigade.

Spy on my employer?

Refusing is not in your interest.

I refuse.

Bad call. When the scandal breaks,

it will damage your career.

I find it weird, you asking me this.

You know how hard it is to combat money-laundering.

We do all we can. And good people help us.

Good people? I guess I'm not a good person.

You'd reject a way back into the U. S?

Meaning?

Help us and we'll lobby the Americans to let you work there again.

Who says I can't work there?

If you change your mind,

call me on this number.

I had a dream similar to the one last week.

I was in a sort of round room.

A kind of rotunda with dust everywhere.

It looked like a dovecote, but furnished

like a living room,

or more like a boudoir.

A boudoir.

Strange word, that.

They tried to recruit me. Instructions?

So, spit it out.

I don't know if we can really use the word coincidence... That much... in our job.

No you can't, there's no such thing as a coincidence, only butt fucks.

I don't know...

I think what we may have here is a huge fucking coincidence...

OK... So what's the story?

One of our agents in Europe, something crazy's happened.

Damn!

She was an unemployed market wiz...

She's the answer to Rostovski's prayer.

And it looks like the FSB fell in love as well.

What was her original assignment?

To become Rostovski's right hand man,

as it were... report back to us on his activities.

To return for what?

We persuade the SEC to get off her back so

that she can come back here and work in peace...

- So what do I do? - She accepts.

But don't tell her it could be the Russians.

Let her think it's the French or the Monegasques,

or... whatever they are saying they are...

She's not a pro so the less she knows the better off she could be.

The number you dialed...

- Hello. - You called me?

I thought I got a wrong number.

No, the right one.

What do I have to do?

Traders' conversations are stored on a server, right?

Yes.

Access it and copy all the files.

How? The system's protected by a password.

You'll find a way.

About time, too.

Yes.

We've wasted a lot of time. I want results fast.

- Meaning? - One month.

Good.

Rostovski recommended me to the President.

He wants me to head up the FSB.

Because I am loyal to Rostovski.

Now you want to compromise him?

He makes kings.

He can break them, too.

Businessmen playing kingmakers isn't good.

- So you want to... - Destroy him!

- He can't see you now. - Two minutes.

Sir, can I have a word?

Ivan, Alice Redmond runs our credit derivatives unit.

Ivan Rostovski.

- How are you? - Delighted to meet you.

You're the one who saw the Spain coming? Right?

No, I just designed the tool that saw it coming.

I'm hungry. You're hungry? Let's have some lunch...

...l'd like that!

Our friend's leaving the bank.

Alone?

Diamond's with him.

Keep your distance.

"Keep your distance."

I love his instructions.

As if we were about to jump on his hood.

Crapule?

What the hell!

Call the boss.

- Good afternoon, Sir. - Hello.

- The table is right? - Yes.

This is Kharzhov. He is in charge of my security.

He's unpleasant and he's paranoid

but he's well paying for don't take it personally.

He only bother you if he thinks you gonna harm me.

So if you are, can you let him know at head of time,

and do it in French because he can't speak English.

If I have any evil intentions, I'll keep you informed.

You're very wise, Miss Alice.

Wise and beautiful.

Most kind of you.

No offense intended.

Are you Jewish?

Why?

My mother doesn't let me sleep with goys.

Then I should warn you, I'm neither Jewish nor a virgin.

I heard you were with Lehman Brothers...

Yes and I brought down the house. You must have heard about it.

Will you excuse me... I'll have what you having.

What's gotten into you? You couldn't warn us?

I can't steal but I can still seduce.

- What's your plan? - To get close.

How close?

You're not French.

Russian.

Monaco police hires foreigners?

Russian.

I won't work for the KGB.

The KGB no longer exists.

Now it's called the FSB.

We work hand in hand with Monaco and French intelligence.

Sure you do.

You seriously think Monaco can get you into the U. S?

Surely we're better placed?

It's good news for you. Believe me.

You'll wear a mic.

- No, I... - It's an order!

You put out on a first date?

Are you okay, Alice?

Yes.

Why?

You were in the bathroom a long time.

Might urine infections be harmful to your boss?

Only in the case of sexual relations.

That's okay then.

So what did you do to get in so much trouble in the US?

You know, I'm the perfect scapegoat, like lots of other traders.

It's much easier to put the blame one person than on the whole system.

But what did you do?

I did what everyone was doing, I sold derivatives.

- Were you hit by the recession? - You want me to put a number on it?

- Yes. - Seven hundred million.

That's because you bought my products.

If you'd been working for me, would you have made me money, or lost me money?

With me you would've lost dirty money and made clean money.

She's insane!

You bring up dirty money, why? Because I'm a Russian?

Oh no, I'm sorry...

That was just a poor attempt at humor on my part...

That sad, it's not entirely untrue.

I manage part of your fortune, Mr. Rostovski.

I have no idea where your money comes from,

but I do know one thing: The products I create and sell

dilute everything: Risk, origin, volume, you name it.

You're wearing a wire?

I specialize in securitization, which has two objectives:

To cloud the issue and transfer the risk to others.

I didn't invent it, I just know how to use it.

- Whose idea was this lunch? - I don't remember...

Something doesn't add up.

Crapule won't steal files but he goes in there wired up?

"He"! Have you got that?

We don't say "she's insane" but "he's insane."

Even your car could be wiretapped!

Your Boris is on thin ice.

It's very curious.

He won't do what we ask him to do,

and does what we don't ask him to do.

I'm worried he's out of control.

I'll have a sniff around him.

No, he's off limits.

This whole mission is off limits.

Okay, go sniff around.

- Hello. - Ivan wants to see you tonight.

10, All�e des Roses, Cap d'Antibes.

The number that you dial...

Alice?

He's invited me to his place. Do I go?

Not alone. Show them somebody knows where you are.

They've arrived.

Stay alert.

"Stay alert."

- Impossible. - He's my intern.

- I thought he'd... - Impossible.

- He's discreet. - Impossible.

I'm sorry. Thank you. You can go now.

- Toilets. - Thank you.

Good evening Alice.

First let me introduce you to my staff...

and then you can tell me all about...

- Securitization? - Yes.

They're leaving. Headed for the Destiny, most likely.

It's our friend's regular hangout.

Don't follow them in. Wait outside.

Okay. Where are you?

Keep in touch.

You're headed for trouble if you keep staring at me.

You think I'm not trouble?

- Know who he is? - No.

Ivan Rostovski.

- The businessman? - Yes.

So, do you really think you can compete?

- You're with him? - No.

- But tonight you will be. - No.

So I can compete.

You won't be with me either?

Are you Russian?

I look it?

Why are you here if you're not Russian?

I was feeling sinful.

The name appealed to me.

Destiny...

Sounds like anything could happen.

- Good luck then. - Thanks. You too.

We have to go now. You'll be hearing from me shortly.

- Can I give you a ride? - Oh no, I'll take a taxi.

Yes?

We lost him.

- What? - We lost Crapule.

Instead of taking a cab, he walked off.

We tried to tail him.

We did our best, but the traffic was heavy.

In the crowd outside the casino, we lost him.

- And Diamond? - Also tailing him. - You know what that means?

Don't worry. He lost him, too.

- Sure? - He's looking all over, like us.

Find him fast.

We'll stake out his place and put some guys on Diamond.

Keep in touch.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Leaving?

Ah... yes.

I couldn't help wondering if Destiny had worked.

Not really.

Not so far.

I need a place better suited to my mood.

Such as?

A bar called The Disaster, maybe.

I know one that fits the bill.

So you bankrupted the world?

Classy.

I'm paying my debt. I can't go back, so I have to work here.

How awful.

What was the crime that left you writing this biography?

I've no idea what I did.

Maybe it's something I'm going to do.

I see a dark thought go past.

Can I tell you something?

I think I'm screwing up.

- Seriously? - Yes.

- How does that feel? - Pretty good.

Suicidal but...

pretty good.

I don't think we're screwing up.

On the contrary, we're working a miracle.

- Really? - Yes.

We've turned around a very unpromising evening.

- I was with Rostovski, remember. - Very true.

- We're here thanks to him. - Thanks to him.

- To lvan Rostovski. - To lvan Rostovski.

I have known

exceptionally talented agents, with a great future,

who suddenly make

absolutely inexplicable errors.

In a flash, they destroy their careers and lives,

and cause their own downfall.

You feel in good shape?

Why?

In the mission I've lined up for you,

there is no margin for error.

Two orgasms and hands caressing my butt,

that deserves a medal.

Moses...

- What? - I love you being called Moses.

It's not easy to live up to.

I guess not. You couldn't make it up.

I love it.

You couldn't make that up either.

A skull and winged horse.

What does it mean?

It identifies members of a criminal organization.

You're kidding me?

No.

- You're kidding me! - No.

You're a criminal?

When I was young.

This is my reward for something, right?

I did something good and earned a wonderful prize.

You have solid arms.

Manly arms.

Real arms that feel just right.

That feel like home.

It's ages since I felt at home in a man's arms.

The scent of the crime.

My editor. He's never heard of time zones.

- Hello. - We've found him.

Where?

A hotel near Nice. He has a lover.

How do you know?

Why else take a room in a hotel?

Where are you?

Outside. Waiting.

- Are you alone? - Hard to say.

It's vital we know.

I don't see Diamond's men.

Crapule's leaving.

He's getting in a cab alone.

The guy's still in the room.

Sobchak's gonna tail him. I'll find out what I can from the reception.

You're 100% sure Diamond isn't there?

100%? No.

Apocalypse again! Friday, 8 pm?

So take off, too. With everybody else.

Right.

- Stop sulking, will you? - You were supposed to call me.

I forgot. I was drunk.

You know what a night with the Russians is like?

They really knock it back. It's hard keeping up.

- You didn't return my calls. - I turned my phone off.

- You can't do that, Alice! - Don't raise your voice! You're not supposed to yell at me.

I'm supposed to protect you. But they'll fire me if you do it again.

It's absurd anyway. You can't do anything alone.

You know it and they know it. And no use at all.

- I need to know where you are at all times. - I was at home!!!!

Then tell me! That's all I'm asking... for fuck's sake.

Beautiful Alice,

I'm taking you for a ride.

That won't be possible.

It's very possible.

- Said comes with. - No.

Morning, Alice.

- Don't worry, I know. - About what?

You still want the job?

I don't know why I would've changed my mind since last night...

Good.

Where are we going?

Just a few things we need to check out...

He's a guy aged around 40.

Canadian maybe. A journalist maybe.

We don't have much. Crapule got the room.

You're the worst team ever.

Our friend's driving Crapule to Cannes.

- Who's on it? - Two vehicles taking turns. Sobchak hired some backup.

- Where are they? - On the A8.

Maybe he's taking him to his new property.

That's in Cap d'Antibes.

Can I trust you?

Mr. KHARZHOV sticks to me like a leech.

- He must have his own opinion. - He does...

You spent the night at a hotel?

I did.

- Alone? - That's none of your business.

If you are sleeping with intelligent agents it's very much my business.

I'd like to continue this conversation outside of the car, if possible.

No possible.

Then drop me off anywhere you like. I'll walk.

- Just answer the questions. - Then make your questions relevant.

- Do you have a boyfriend? - No.

Then whom did you spend the night with?

I will not answer questions concerning my private life.

Now you've just been naive, Alice.

Your attempts at intimidating me are absurd.

They took the Adrets exit.

It's payback for last night.

- I can't work out how she lost them. - He lost you guys.

OK. Yes, I met someone last night. That's the way I am,

and whatever you may think about it, you can keep to yourself.

It was a one-night stand, I'll never see the guy again.

If he's a cop, I had no idea.

And it's irrelevant because he didn't ask any questions

about you or what I do for a living.

And if he had the intention of doing so, it's too late.

- And if he contacts you? - You'll take him for a ride!

- Call everybody off. - Are you sure?

Where they're going, Sobchak has no cover.

Call everybody off now.

He'll be in danger without protection.

The best protection is backing off. Don't argue!

So you wanted to get out? Feel free.

- Well? - It's too early to say.

So why this whole circus?

We have no proof either way.

You ran a check on her and found nothing.

It's known in the trade as a legend.

- You bust my balls. - No, she's busting your balls!

You wanna fuck her? Fuck her all you like.

But keep her away from business. Well away!

I've seen some sneaky bitches and she's a sneaky bitch, lvan!

Screw this! You bawl me out?

- I pay you good money. - Exactly!

Have it your way.

Sorry about whole of this...

I'm sure you understand.

So make me some proposals based on these and if they prove positive,

we'll move up to bigger things, OK?

CIA LANGLEY, VIRGINIE, USA

Gregory Lioubov, a highly specialized officer who works

exclusively for the head of the third division, Vladimir Cherkachin.

We have every reason to believe he's heading this operation because he

handles all of Cherkachin's shady jobs, and spying on a man like

lvan Rostovski is a shady fucking operation.

Lioubov is Cherkachin's prot�g�.

At 17, he was a member of the vori, in other words the Russian mafia.

He got arrested and sentenced to 20 years for murder

Cherkachin got him out of jail, he sent him to Paris to

learn French and English, trained him as his own personal soldier

taught him everything, and then sent him on missions all over the world.

If Cherkachin is named head of the FSB as we expect,

then Lioubov will be part of his staff, that's for sure.

Why would he play our game?

We threaten to reveal that Cherkachin is putting

together a dossier on lvan Rostovski.

That's huge enough to sink Cherkachin's career.

And Lioubov will do anything to protect him.

He's like a father for him.

And what we do about Alice?

Cancel her mission. You stand down.

She works for them now. Exclusively.

They mustn't suspect her. Terminate all protocol.

We're taking over.

What does she know about the mission?

Nothing. The less she knows, the smoother it goes.

Jesus Christ, we throw her into the hands of the Russians, if they screw up she goes down with them.

They won't screw up. They can't afford to.

They're going to be very cautious and they're

going protect her better than your guy could have.

You're the one that brought her to us.

Once we get a mole at the highest level of the FSB, you'll get the credit.

I've been recommended a diet. Nothing but grapes.

All you can eat, whenever, but only grapes.

They contain all you need.

Diamond sent these photos to some former colleagues.

Luckily, they came to me when they recognized you.

Or else the whole thing was screwed.

Are you banging her?

I'm asking you,

are you banging her?

Yes.

You told me to sniff around her.

I didn't tell you to sniff between her legs!

How else did you expect me to find out more about her?

I told you 100 times, we have no margin for error on this mission.

You could ruin everything!

This is not an error.

The deadbeats you gave me are incapable of protecting her.

She has no training to hold up mentally.

She's the only Boris we have.

So everything's going to plan?

Yes, everything's going to plan.

You almost gave yourself away!

What matters is the result.

That's an insight into shell companies he uses.

More like that and you have all you need.

Keep away from her.

Hear me?

Don't go near her.

- Are you Alice? - Yes.

Pain in the ass with your smoking!

It's your fault.

You wouldn't blow me, so I smoke.

Asshole!

Here we go.

- Well? - You were right. They followed me.

Rostovski must be totally paranoid.

I saw them outside the bar and thought, "Not good."

Exactly. Not good.

Come in.

It doesn't freak you out?

- What? - All this sneaking around.

They're watching you, not me.

I'm glad you came back.

Trouble is, I have to leave.

You have to leave?

I fly to Canada tomorrow.

Last-minute business.

Will you be back?

Most likely.

I don't know when.

How long do we have?

I have an early flight.

Will you leave me your arms until you get back?

And your lips. Leave me your lips.

- Is that all? - No.

How about we split?

He must be tucked up in bed.

He won't be going out again, will he?

No, we can call it a day.

- Still won't blow me? - Cut it out!

You creep!

You're a gift.

You're a fucking gift!

- Who's that? - I don't know.

Who's there?

Beautiful Alice, it's Alexander Kharzhov.

- What do you want? - I have a file for you.

- Leave it by the door. - No, beautiful Alice. Confidential.

- Have you seen the time? - Sorry.

Ivan sent me.

Liar!

Who are you with? FSB? SVR? Police?

- I'm just a friend. - Whose friend?

My friend? No.

- Mr. Kharzhov... - Liar!

Who're you with?

I'll call lvan.

I see who the hell I want!

Put that phone down!

Enough.

He has nothing to do with it. Stop!

Shut the fuck up!

Let's have a chat.

If you call the police, I'll kill you.

You got that, bitch?

I'll kill you.

- Where are you taking him? - For a ride.

I don't want trouble, I just dropped by.

- Who do you work for? - A book publisher.

- Call my boss. He'll... - Shut it!

- Where are we going? - You'll see.

Crapule just called. Diamond walked in on him and his lover.

He took the guy away. Crapule wants us to help.

Sorry, it broke up. Go on.

Like I said, Crapule called after Diamond walked in on him and marched his lover out.

He wants us to help.

No intervention!

They want us to intervene.

We sit tight.

Let the guy handle it. Screw him.

Okay.

Crapule will back out if we do nothing.

- He told you that? - Yes.

And it wasn't panic talking.

She was serious. Calm and firm.

Tell him we're on it. But nobody moves. Nobody breaks cover.

I have known exceptionally talented agents, with a great future,

who suddenly make

absolutely inexplicable errors...

It's Moses.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

He took me to a parking lot.

He insisted I admit I was Russian.

I showed him ID, asked him to call my editor. No dice.

Then he got a call and told me to get lost.

I'm so sorry.

No problem.

We shouldn't have met up.

I've no idea.

How d'you mean?

I've no idea what to do.

A girl you hardly know nearly got you killed.

It's simple. Run away.

Run away?

You should run away, too.

We should both run away.

How about it?

Come to Canada with me.

North America's tricky for me.

If you want to take me somewhere...

Try Iran, maybe.

- Why not? - Great!

I'll grab my hijab and let's go.

We'll go wherever you want.

Wherever I want?

In your arms

is fine by me right now.

You're either very brave or completely mad.

What about you?

Me?

Holy shit!

- We need to talk. - We're in a the middle of something.

I don't give a shit!

You fucking sent Alice to Moscow?!

Rostovski had to rush back there after his bodyguard died.

He didn't feel safe anymore. He wanted to take her with him. We had no choice.

- What happened to Kharzhov? - We don't know.

You don't know?!

How do you possibly not know?

And what if Rostovski suspects Alice has anything to do with it?

Why would he suspect her?

The guy's body was found outside his place.

It's what the Russian mafia call a warning.

Kharzhov was probably dealing with people who have no idea what good manners are.

There is no reason to think that Rostovski

might believe that Alice might be behind it all.

- And that's why he's just fucking kidnapped her! - He's not kidnapping her,

he's taking her with him because he wants to continue working with her.

- Everything is fine, Hon'. - Everything is not fine!

It's just a matter of days, now.

If anything happens to her, Joshua, I swear to God...

She's totally protected!

By two teams. One with Lioubov, the other with Rostovski

who never goes anywhere without a whole squad of bodyguards.

And when you move in, what happens?

We get her out. Immediately. Don't worry.

It's our job, we've done it dozens of times before.

Well, that's fucking reassuring!

MOSCOW

Our product will be composed of three kinds of assets.

The income of the Gasneft company rated triple A

the loans issued by the bank OCB -rated A+

and the loan interest on the Portuguese debt.

Junk bonds. The product will be issued by the

RBI on mutual agreement markets.

These firms will invest a total of $3 billion,

generating $600 million for RBI

and 600 more for our SPV.

Here and here.

The commissions generate clean money for the holding company.

She's phenomenal.

To think it nearly fell through,

just because you wanted a tumble with her.

Olga, my new secretary.

Gregory...

Morning, Gregory Alexeievich,

care for a cup of coffee?

You see? She speaks a little French

and she's very keen to improve.

I can't take her with me upstairs

since I inherit my predecessor's secretary.

That's why I thought that maybe

Olga could work with you.

I speak english too, of course.

That way, you get to keep your office and...

Olga.

Can I rely on you?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Of course you can rely on me.

I'll need a vacation.

When all this is over.

I'd rather you wait until I've settled into my new job.

I need a break.

It's not a good time.

It never is.

Where do you want to go?

Montreal.

Why Montreal?

Why not?

Okay.

Don't fall in love there.

I need you over here.

Don't worry.

Once he sees you, he'll know this is no bluff.

He sees you, the penny drops, and you vanish.

- How do I do that? - A car will take you straight from the restaurant to a private airport.

A plane will be waiting there, just for you. Classy, huh?

Where to?

Straight to Montreal, as you requested.

You'll have a week there. Then you'll come to Washington for a debriefing.

I had a hard time getting them to accept that so don't be late.

What does the poor guy look like?

You'll see tomorrow. His face won't be familiar.

You've never met him. But he knows you well.

He may even have approached you.

They like to "sniff' their Borises, as they call them.

- I've got to go to the sauna. - Go on.

An update on firms investing in the SPV

with funds from Rostovski's shell companies.

Great.

You got a tattoo?

The day before yesterday.

A winged horse?

It's a surprise for a friend.

Goodbye.

The new director of the FSB has been named as Vladimir Cherkachin.

This morning it was announced...

- You still don't understand Russian? - No. Good news or bad news?

The history of Soviet Union...

... is the history of the power

struggle between the KGB and the Communist Party...

- Where's the mic? - In her mobile.

We were afraid he'd feel it in her bra.

And in the end, the KGB won.

And the man who controls the KGB controls the country.

I'm very pleased with your work.

Thank you.

You chose just the right time to approach me.

Timing is my job.

Khorzov thought you were a spy...

I'd have loved to be a spy, but it's a dangerous

game and the pay is shit.

I'd have liked to spend the evening with you but...

It's just as well, I'm beat. Thank you for dinner.

The bitch!

Who do you mean?

Crapule!

In that case, son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

I get it.

Idiotic!

It's a little too early...

I just got out of a very emotional relationship.

- Bad timing right? - I guess you could say so.

Good night, Alice.

Long-distance.

The call's forwarding.

Pick up.

- Who's he calling? - His lover.

Answer.

Shit!

Damn.

Hi Olga, it's Gregory.

You found that file?

Double-check the tables.

I know, but I may have made a mistake.

Go on.

Anything else?

I want my lover with the thiefs tattoo.

You're done?

Yes.

Last meeting tomorrow morning, then I'm free.

To do what?

To go to Iran.

Great.

Rostovski hit on me, but you know what?

He can't compete with you.

I'd love to know what she's saying.

You can't talk, right?

No.

Sorry, bad time. I'll hang up.

Hold on.

I'll be there.

Lots of love.

Don't forget to copy the General.

Genniev.

See you later.

Who is he meeting?

You know what? With the CIA!

It's normal for the CIA to meet a new director and his team.

It's something we've been doing for many years now.

So, we made an official request and there we go. Brilliant, huh?

He's coming in soon.

OK. He's here.

Who is "He?"

The tall guy. At the door.

Can not be him.

...he don't look like much but that's him all right.

Gregory Gregorievich Lioubov, FSB officer,

THIRD division, economy and technology department.

Big shot.

- Nice to meet you... - Nice to meet you...

Mr Lioubov, are you all right?

Yes, forgive me.

Do you know what a M�bius strip is?

Excuse me?

The M�bius strip, are you familiar with it? Is that ring any bells?

No.

No? Let me enlighten you.

If I took this strip of paper, twisted it,

and wrapped it half around, connected the ends

together, it would be sort... sort of a circle.

The M�bius strip.

It has no front or back, and only has one side.

So, if I run my finger all the way around.

I get back to the other side.

You understand?

Yes.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

You think you work for the FSB.

And yet, in actuality you work for the CIA.

Now what would happen if we were to publicly reveal the fact

that the new director of the FSB was putting together the file on

the very man who worked so hard to get him nominated?

What do you think would happen to your friend

and spiritual father, Cherkachin?

Incidentally, that file was passed to us by our

charming comrad you're currently starring at.

All right, you can go now.

Congratulations.

Ivan Rostovski has been granted political asylum by the UK.

He would appear the influential Russian oligarch

has suddenly fall off from grace in the eyes of the Kremlin.

LONDON

The Russian Federation is going through very difficult and very dangerous times

since a dictatorship has taken over Russia.

My client, my client has become a political opponent

to this non-democratic regime and

therefore has become an undesirable in his homeland.

This is why Mr. Rostovski has decided to return to the United Kingdom

where he will be able to think freely and fight for freedom.

Mr Rostovski, do you want to say something?

My father raised me in this country; this country has always

been a very good friend to my family

so if I am to be in exile what better place to be.

Thank you...

Ivan Borissovich.

We found the whore.

Financial adviser to the U.S. NATO delegation.

On the 20th, she arrives in Brussels.

BRUSSELS

It's all there?

It's all there.

We need files on the three new ministers.

Okay.

Trying come up with something juicy to persuade them to join us, if need.

All right.

So how do you do it?

I'm plugged in naturally.

I've got outlets all over the yard here. It's fantastic.

How long are you staying?

A week.

How's the weather?

So-so. Hold on! Someone's at the door.

Tell me something, honey.

Yes?

You are not lying to me this time, aren't you?

You can really come back?

Yes! They'll let me come back.

These European trips aren't good for you.

Don't worry.

You're beautiful, you know, even in video.

Thank you. You're very handsome too.

Alice!

The boss wants to see you.

- When? - Now.

Are you okay?

Why do you ask?

I don't know...

We hardly see each other.

I know you're busy, but do you want to come by tonight?

I might finish late tonight.

That's all right.

Okay.

See you later.

Come in, Gregory.

How are you?

Very well.

And how are

your American friends?

They're fine.

Come in.

Take a seat.

We're going to close the L channel.

But before we do, you must use the channel

to pass on important information.

You will hand over these documents,

which demonstrate, if correctly analyzed,

that we would not oppose

a possible American intervention in Iran.

They'll take the bait

and get themselves even more bogged down than in Iraq.

This is your final assignment.

Afterwards, you will be arrested, charged with high treason

and sentenced to life in prison.

You know why this is necessary.

It is crucial that your information is perfectly credible.

You'll do a year or two in jail,

until everybody forgets you.

Except us, of course.

Financially, you will be handsomely rewarded.

Understand?

Yes.

There we go.

A job well done.

How are you?

- How are things at Internal Affairs? - Fine.

You know I tracked the Diamond murder investigation?

Yes.

The police found his DNA in one of our rental vehicles

and Crapule's apartment.

You can use her real name now.

You killed Kharzhov.

Want to arrest me?

You were Alice's lover.

Are you kidding?

Kharzhov found out and you eliminated him.

- You're insane. - No.

Me screwing a Boris is insane.

So how do you explain her tattoo?

A winged horse on her shoulder blade.

A winged horse?

Exactly like yours.

To surprise a friend, she said.

Apparently, there's been an attempt on her life.

I thought you might be interested.

You can't stay here, sir.

I'm Gregory Lioubov.

Room 660.

Gregory Lioubov.

Passport.

- How is she? - Not good.

But her condition is stable.

That poison was like a bomb in her brain

destroyed nearly everything.

She's not really with us anymore.

What may save her is the fact that we got there fast.

Her father warned us instantly. Another ten minutes and her heart would have stopped.

There's no way I'm leaving you alone with her.

- That was the deal. - I don't give a fuck.

Alice, it's Colonel Lioubov.

It's me, Moses.

You remember?

The Apocalypse.

You said I was a gift.

Do you remember?

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