The Mechanik

Alexander Popov...

...Nikolai Cherenko.

-Hi. I'm looking for Nikolai Cherenko. -Hi.

Nick? Sure. Nick!

Hey, Nick!

Up front, they want you.

My name is John Ridley.

I'm an attorney.

My client, Mrs. Abramoff, would like to have a word with you in private.

That's my daughter, Julia.

My husband was visiting her when he was killed.

Then...

...she was kidnapped...

...by Russian gangsters.

I believe she's been taken to St. Petersburg.

I need you...

...to bring her back to me.

-Was there a ransom? -Five million.

Pay it.

That's what I said.

I think we're all aware of the fact that if we pay, they'll kill her.

Mr. Cherenko, we're willing to offer you $500,000.

Two-fifty now, the other half when she's returned to us.

I'm a mechanic. I fix cars.

Nikolai Cherenko.

Born in Kiev.

Spetsnaz...

...Russian special forces.

Afghanistan.

Moved to America seven years ago...

...illegally.

Now you fix cars.

Hope you find her.

It would be a shame if the American authorities found out about you.

Mr. Cherenko.

I lost my husband.

I don't want to lose my daughter too.

She's probably dead already.

This is the man that has my daughter.

I know what he did to your family.

This is my music. Do you like it?

Terrific.

You're American, right?

Saw the tags on your luggage.

I'm from lsrael myself.

Russian parents.

Yeah, I thought I'd come over here and check out the scene.

Turn right here.

-But I thought we were going to-- -Just-- Just turn right.

Vanya!

Papa!

Thanks. Hey, man, this is my CD. If you like my music, you can buy it.

Three hundred rubles, man.

Come on. Hey.

You wanna come upstairs for a drink?

Can't. Work.

Listen, this job I'm doing...

...when it's finished, I've got the money.

I want you to come away with me.

Oh, we got to go.

Burton.

Don't bother to count it.

It's more than you're worth anyway.

Got to go.

Hey...

...you drink too much.

Fuck!

Oh, for chrissake.

Take whatever you want, whoever you are, I'm going to bed.

Oh, fuck me.

You must be the mechanic.

You got my money?

Right. Well, everything's organized.

My girlfr--

This prostitute I know told me they're....

They're holding her in some club down in the Nevsky district.

I've got the weapons, the backup team. We go tomorrow night.

I'd like to see the club...

...tonight.

Abramoff hired me to locate the girl...

...and to supply the team and the equipment.

Now, it's been a while since I've done anything like this...

...so let's keep it nice and professional.

We go in there, we grab the girl, I get paid...

...and I bugger off to Aruba.

Yeah, I don't know where it is either, but I've heard it's bloody wonderful.

So don't do anything stupid in there, okay?

There it is.

Fuck!

She isn't here tonight, that's why it's set up for tomorrow night.

-Okay. -What do you think you're doing?

Do you realize they saw my face?

-Will you stop?! -Sorry.

Really made ourselves bloody popular.

Where are the weapons?

The weapons?

No, don't say a word.

Do you realize you just ruined my life?

Have you heard of the concept of karma?

What you give out, you get back?

I don't wanna be anywhere near you when the shit comes to hit your fan...

...Iet me tell you.

Where are the fucking weapons?

Do you know what you are?

You're totally out of control.

You want weapons? I'll show you weapons.

Will you control yourself? This is your backup team.

This is Yuri.

-Yuri, this is-- -We know who he is.

Yeah? But did you know he's a total lunatic?

Satisfied?

Weapons are good.

I work alone.

Listen, if you go in alone...

...after all that shite you caused last night, you will die.

Now, you may think I care about you, but I don't give a shit about you.

All I care about is pulling that girl out and getting my money.

You need a team.

Okay.

I know these boys.

They're good.

I promised them half in advance. Where's the money?

In my bag.

I'm almost afraid to ask. Where's your bag?

I'm afraid to tell you.

In your apartment.

Oh, fuck.

Hey, is there any room in your bag for my suit?

Get your gun.

I have one thing to say to you:

Can we get the fuck out of here?

Come on.

Hey.

I am not getting on that thing.

Okay.

My money!

We buy the amount we discussed.

If the quality is as good as last time...

...then we'll go on.

Unless you kill us first.

You have a deal.

I have some gifts for you.

This one is mine.

Have fun.

Hello.

My name is Klaus.

I want my money. All of it.

Or the girl dies...

...Iike her father.

Okay.

My contact in the club will let Nick and I in through the side door, here.

Exactly two minutes later, you guys hit the front entrance, here.

We'll pull the girl out the same way we got in.

We rendezvous by the getaway vehicle...

...and we get the hell out of there, all the way to the Finnish border.

Is that clear?

Is your contact reliable?

Very.

Okay.

Six men against how many?

We don't know.