Freezer

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 detail, Bobby.

Robert, not Bobby.

What do you do for a living?

- A mechanic.

- Right.

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.

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.

Is this another mistake?

He swung first.

That's what they all say.

So my mother said. It was my stepfather.

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.

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.

You may be in a freezer,

pal, 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.

You two need a room? You

know, I'm starting to sense

some obvious sexual

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?

Need a bank?

Nyet.

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

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