Siberia

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[woman speaking

indistinctly over PA]

[sighing]

[Pyotr] Lucas, it's Pyotr.

You ready to get rich?

You better be.

There is one small thing

I will need to tell you.

Or maybe not so small.

Maybe quite big in fact.

So hurry, please.

St. Petersburg is not

the same without you.

Dasvidaniya.

Your jet's boarding

in ten minutes.

May I top you off?

[sighing]

Raisa.

Good morning, Mr. Hill.

Always a pleasure.

Are you well?

Of course.

Pyotr left.

An hour ago.

Left, meaning?

Men were here,

asking about him.

When I told him this,

he grew agitated.

He said you should

meet him in Mirny.

At the...

Gorynch Guest House.

Then, he left.

Can you get me into his room?

[bell dinging]

[beeping]

[door closing]

[Pytor speaking]

I'm at the hotel, Pyotr.

Where we're supposed

to meet Volkov in exactly...

thirty-seven minutes,

with a sample of the blues,

in case you've forgotten.

I don't care what kind

of sh*t you've stepped in...

Boris Volkov isn't

a good man to disappoint.

So, where's the sample, Pyotr?

I know you.

You've figured out

some clever place,

some childish f***ing trick.

I need to know where.

So, call me back please.

F***ing Pyotr.

Fifty... million... dollars.

I can assure you, Mr. Hill, it

requires effort to gather this.

I exerted myself.

How do you imagine

I'm feeling now, sitting here,

learning I might've

done this for nothing?

Your responsibility was

to procure a sample,

no?

A single diamond,

blue in color.

It seems like

such a simple thing. And yet?

[sighing]

Huh?

[laughing]

South Africans are in town.

Vincent de Bruin

and his band of cretins.

I know nothing about that.

I hope this is true.

I'd hate to think

they were somehow involved

in your unfortunate delay.

If I can just draw

on your patience...

Patience, Mr. Hill...

is like air in a sealed room.

No matter

how much you start with,

eventually, you'll run out. Hm?

I'll be back in two days.

With a sample?

The whole allotment.

Compensation for your...

regrettable tardiness, hm?

Two percent.

An even million.

I'll see you in

two days, Mr. Hill.

Two days.

Two days.

[phone ringing]

[Pyotr speaking

Russian on voicemail]

I take off for

Mirny in two hours.

You better be there.

This is my new number.

F***ing call me, Pyotr.

Mr. Hill, yes?

Pyotr said his American

friend would be coming

and that I should

give you his room,

and ask you to wait for him.

Would you like me to

escort you upstairs?

No. Thank you.

Room three.

Anywhere still

open for a drink?

Up the street.

There's a cafe.

But you need a

warmer coat, I think.

I packed for

St. Petersburg.

Then, you will be cold.

[phone ringing]

That is for you,

I believe.

A man called,

twenty minutes ago.

[phone ringing]

For the American.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

I thought we were friends.

I thought we had an

understanding.

We never had an understanding.

But we're still friends, right?

I'm friends with everyone,

Vincent. You know that.

Yeah, you see, so quickly,

we arrive right at

the heart of the problem...

you need to be more selective.

Because the friends that you

have now, they're cheating you.

[speaking Afrikaans]

I want you to take whatever that

Boris Volkov has promised you,

I want you to add five percent.

That's what my associates

and I are willing to offer.

Can you picture that sum?

Know what I'm picturing?

You and I,

face down in the Neva,

side by side,

like the good friends we are.

We guarantee safe passage...

a private jet...

before anyone even realizes

you've left the country.

You have no idea

what he's offering.

Would I even be calling

if that were the case?

There's no need to

say yes right now. Just...

Just don't say no.

Lucas?

[wind gusting]

[phone ringing]

[Pyotr speaking

Russian on voicemail]

[phone beeping]

[cash register dinging]

[speaking Russian]

[Pyotr speaking

Russian on voicemail]

[door opening]

[door closing]

Can I get you

something else?

I'm good.

Oh...

[chuckling]

[laughing]

Uh...

Porsche?

[men laughing]

[both laughing]

- Da? Da?

- Hey! Hey!

Da! Da! Da!

Da! Da! Da!

Huh?

- Yefrem!

- [men laughing]

[slamming glass]

[laughing]

[door opening

and closing]

[shouting]

[laughing]

What? You are worried

I've never seen a penis before?

- I thought...

- They're laughing now.

For three hours they drank here,

and then you... such a hero...

you threw them out

before they had to pay.

Americans,

you think money

solves everything.

Take the bottle.

You paid for it.

[door opening]

[wind gusting]

[both laughing]

[both laughing]

[engine starting]

[car door opening and closing]

Hey.

American,

wake up. Hey!

[grunting]

[train whistle blowing]

[train whistle blowing]

[train whistle continuing]

[railway crossing dinging]

[shower running]

[shower running]

[shower running]

[Pyotr speaking

Russian on voicemail]

The least you can do is let me

know if you're okay, Pyotr.

Just pick up the

f***ing phone and call me.

[sighing]

What are you doing?

French toast.

Mm-hmm. I know what it is.

Why are you cooking it?

A gesture of gratitude,

which I believe you're owed.

Along with an apology,

if I'm not mistaken.

Do people apologize

in America for being stupid?

Not often.

But it's still

considered good form.

Well, then,

I accept your apology.

Come. Eat.

Not much of

a talker, are you?

Who is Pyotr?

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