Viktor

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Viktor?

Mr. Lambert, I am Inspector Plutova.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Nice place.

Well, I thought you were

away for seven years

and it would be a nice change for you

to be in a beautiful place in Moscow.

Thank you.

Seven years is such a long time

for a small case you had there.

I hope French prisons

are not as bad I hear.

I understand you appreciate fine art.

Yes.

The city is now a major

creative center of the world.

You make an excellent tour guide.

I took over the department two

years ago from Inspector Dassaiev.

- He retired.

- He was a good guy.

- Send him my best regards.

- I will.

I would love for you to come

and visit our facilities.

The new Moscow Police is very

high tech, new methods.

I am, however,

working on a very old case.

You see, a major modern art

painting was stolen 10 years ago

from the Museum of Modern Art.

It was never recovered.

So I thought perhaps you could be of

some assistance of helping us to find it.

I am an old school kind of guy.

So I'm afraid I won't be of much help...

with your high tech investigation.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of that.

Let's give it a try.

Sure.

Look... My son was killed

a few months ago.

He had a girlfriend.

I just came to collect his things.

I know...

and I am sorry for your loss.

Listen, you have my number.

Call me tomorrow to set up the time.

This old case needs closure.

It was good talking to you.

Souliman.

What's happened?

Your son, I raised him for seven years.

He was great for years.

Then two years ago,

when he dropped from university...

he changed, Viktor.

Got the wrong friends.

Started to get into trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Drugs.

Drugs.

I forced him into a rehab center.

For a while he got better.

So I took him back to Grozny.

I wanted him to help me run

the ballet company.

You know, with bookings and stuff.

He did very well for few months.

But then a year ago, he moved

back to Moscow. Met a girl.

- What do you know about her?

- Katerina.

She's a good girl.

She's an artist, a photographer.

She came here a few times

for dinner with him.

Jeremie came to see to me the day

before he was killed, Viktor.

He was very upset because

Katerina left him.

I tried to talk to him

but he's like you, Viktor.

He doesn't say much.

He kept everything to himself.

And then...

no one knows what happened.

No one?

No one, Viktor. No one.

The police couldn't find anything.

I am his father. And I wasn't here.

Hello.

- I am...

- Yeah, I know.

I know who you are.

The police, they've already been here.

They left your picture and asked

me to call them if you contact me.

May I... May I come in?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

It's the day we met.

It's a wonderful picture.

Did you love my son?

He had the same smile

as when he was a baby.

Why did you leave him?

Because he lied to me.

I know about your family.

I know about you.

Jeremie promised me that he

would stay out of troubles.

That he wouldn't touch drugs anymore.

But then he became obsessed

with making money.

One day he came back to

the house with a lot of cash.

I knew he was involved with something

illegal. I don't want that in my life.

We argued and I left him.

Listen, I haven't talked to anyone.

I haven't talked to the police.

So please. Go now.

Who got him into drugs?

Please.

Tell me.

A guy...

named Vasily.

Was his dealer.

He's bartender at Takiv Circle.

He's the one who got him into drugs.

That's all I know. Please.

I am Jeremie's father.

You knew Jeremie.

I understand you're the one

that got my son into drugs.

So...

Listen to me.

Explain to me...

why my son is dead.

And who killed him.

And you are going to tell me the truth.

And you know why?

Because if you lie to me...

I will kill your whole family.

I don't know anything. I swear!

Jeremie was like a brother to me.

No.

No!

No. No.

What were you thinking?

What were you thinking, babe?

And this? In your wallet.

- What's this?

- I don't touch coke anymore.

Hurry up!

- Please.

- Who was Jeremie in business with?

I don't want to die! No!

Stop! No!

- Who was Jeremie in business with?

- Claudio Martelli.

He's an Italian lawyer.

He spends half of the year in Moscow.

I know him because I gave

him girls all the time.

We became friends.

Jeremie wanted to make some money.

I introduced him to Martelli.

He got him a job.

Please... please.

I'm sorry, kid. I'm not the boss.

You are on your own.

- Doing what?

- Moving diamonds for one of his clients.

- Which client?

- I don't know.

You can kill me but I swear,

I don't know

Jeremie wouldn't tell me.

I swear. Please have pity.

Please!

- Pity.

- Please.

Clean up your mess.

It is always a pity for me...

to sell them.

How was your trip, Mr. Hayak?

Good, thank you.

I was just a boy when

I found my first...

emerald back home in Ural.

But it was...

the most intense moment of my life.

My client deposited the money

in the trust account.

Good.

You know why I sell them?

So I can get more of them.

Did you bring the paperwork?

I set up the trust in Zurich,

per your instructions.

Sign here, please.

I'm sure I don't need to tell you...

about the needs of complete discretion.

I wouldn't want the government

to find out about my operation.

As your trustee,

I am bound by total secrecy.

Okay.

Aren't you forgetting something?

If you want your leg to be better...

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