Driven To Kill Page #2

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he wants us to have what he cannot give.

I'm glad he came today.

Gangster?

Whoa. I think we're

getting off on the wrong foot.

My father is the gangster,

and he wants me to follow in his...

Footsteps.

Yeah, I know.

Then you met Lanie.

And she expects more from me.

Yeah.

Let me ask you...

Do you think Mikhail might

blame my daughter or me...

for taking you off the path?

Look, my father's old-school Russian.

He expects me to come crawling back someday...

maybe to turn into someone like you.

You don't know me.

And all the people I worked with...

None of them lived to tell the story.

Then we won't speak about it.

That would be best.

- When they leave, we go in.

- All right. We'll bring it around back.

Hey, Lanie.

I don't want to disturb you.

I, uh...

I know you already have a ring.

This... belonged to my mother.

She was from St. Petersburg,

and she was very beautiful,just like you.

I would love for you to have this.

Lanie, Terry's gonna

drop me off at the church.

We can drop Ruslan off

at his hotel on the way.

Whose ring?

Thank you, Daddy.

It's beautiful.

I know how valuable it is to you...

so I'll wear it and I'll treasure it.

Why don't I put this over here for later...

for the wedding ceremony.

I'll, uh, go to the hotel

and get changed and meet you at the church.

- I'll have Terry pick you up.

- Well... I mean, I can take a taxi.

Daddy, please. For me.

- You have to learn to get along.

- Okay.

And, Daddy...

don't judge Stephan too hard or too fast.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

And you're happy, so go on.

This is the last of the flowers.

Where should I put them, Mr. Goldstein?

How the hell should I know? Ask my wife.

No! No! No!

Hello?

Yeah, Goldstein...

I thought, you know, for Lanie's sake...

- you and I should...

- Look, look, look.

I need you to hang on a minute, okay?

Something's happened here.

I need you to talk to my sergeant.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, let him through.

You talk to both of them?

Wanna bag that?

We're gonna have to dust for prints in all areas.

How is she?

Stab wounds.

Concussion.

She's critical but stable.

Sharp dresser.

- Where you from, Detective? The 2-6?

- Yeah.

Like hell.

That's my number.

What the f*** is this?

He's the father.

- We think they were looking for a safe in here.

- This was no robbery.

Whether this was a robbery

or a setup to look like one...

we're still gonna check into everything.

You do know whose family your daughter

was marrying into, right?

The husband of the girl just arrived.

He's not her husband, number one.

Number two, we gotta be in agreement...

Nobody... not Goldstein, not Stephan...

can know my daughter's still alive.

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