Driven To Kill

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Metal spike roulette?

Honestly, baby, that was my favorite

part of your book.

Like, seriously.

You hide a metal spike under a cup...

and take turns betting until someone

hits the cup with the spike?

- How crazy were you guys?

- We were young and stupid.

It was a long time ago, so we don't

really talk about it much anymore.

Tell me the trick. Come on. How did you know

where to find the metal spike?

I want the whole thing.

Metal spike, the roulette...

Everything, baby. Please?

I know you won't get hurt.

If you do it for me,

I will do anything you want.

Baby, you've given me

anything I want for five years now.

Yes. But you know my girlfriend Selena?

- I do.

- She hasn't...

and I promise you, if you show me

this trick, that you'll have both of us.

Can you hurry up

and start doing this, please?

Okay.

- Close your eyes.

- Okay.

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready.

Oh, my God.

How did you know that?

I didn't. The trick was

just to not give a f*ck.

She's marrying Stephan Abramov?

He uses Arbarn now.

He's not like his father.

You'll see.

Yeah, I understand that, but why

am I always the last to know?

Lanie was afraid to call.

She knew how upset you'd be,

but, Ruslan, she wants you here.

I really think she needs you.

It's tomorrow afternoon.

I'm hoping you can catch a flight.

Oh, believe me, I'll be there.

That's wonderful.

Your daughter will be very happy, Ruslan.

- You have a pen?

- I know where you live, Katya.

We moved.

What happened?

It's a long story,

and it's not a very happy one.

We'll catch up when you get here.

I'll go get a pen.

- California?

- It's that obvious?

Hey, too much sun, not enough tenement

buildings,you know?

You don't get sandwiched

amongst enough people...

you wind up never knowing any.

Ruslan.

Ruslan.

I had a feeling that you'd come back.

Oh, my...

No friends, only enemies.

Loyalty cost us everything, Brot.

- Loyalty between you and me...

- Da.

cost us our freedom for five years.

- Mm-hmm.

- Five fucking years in the Gulag.

There are not many of us left

who remember those days.

- Please tell everyone...

- Yeah?

- I'm back here only on personal business.

- Of course I will...

but I'm not sure they would believe it.

Well, I don't care.

It's personal business... family business.

Absolutely, absolutely.

I'll get the message to Mikhail.

The guy in California

is writing a book about your life.

I read it too, and I think

your enemies read it too...

and because of that,

I want you to have this.

Be careful, Ruslan.

Okay?

- Welcome back.

- Do svidaniya.

Brot, do svidaniya.

- He asked you a question.

- You know, I was just leaving.

Too late for that, huh?

You offended us.

You need to be punished.

It'd be really nice

if I could just leave, you know.

It's not gonna happen.

Oh, f*ck.!

Okay, now I guess it's you and me.

F*ck. I'm so sorry. I'm not like you.

I'm just a pretender.

Didn't you say,

"If someone does something bad...

- he just has to be punished"?

- No, no, it's a joke.

Joke?

Get down on your knees.

This will be the first time...

you ever are punished

for telling a bad joke.

I'll go to get my broom.

Do svidaniya.

Ruslan?

You forget who's paying

for this damn thing.

I should get a say in who goes.

He's her father.

She wants him there.

- Do you want him there?

- Leave me alone, Terry.

- I asked you a question.

- What is the question?

Do I want a real man

to give my daughter away on her wedding?

Fancy place. You say your wife lives here?

- Ex-wife.

- Looks like she's throwing one hell of a party.

Somebody getting married?

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