Black Rose (2014) Movie Script
1
Mom, I'm bored.
I should have gone to dance class.
Hey, where are you going?
On the floor!
Money in the bag!
Fast!
Don't move!
Don't move!
You can't escape.
Surrender!
To hell with it.
Damn it!
Auto Radio here,
we have breaking news...
there is a hostage situation
at Leningradsky Prospekt in Moscow.
You, stand up!
Give me a car...
or I'll kill someone
every three minutes.
Stay calm.
Don't hurt anybody, okay?
Auto Radio here, breaking news...
One hostage has just been killed,
and the suspects
are demanding an armored car.
Don't move!
Dammit!
Hello.
Who the hell are you?
- Bad business?
- Worse.
Let me see what I can do to help.
What are you doing?
You will get everyone killed!
I'm in charge here!
Stop!
Stop, or I'll kill you.
I'm Major Kazatov, Moscow Police.
Can I see the hostages?
No, just give me a car.
I'm unarmed, can I go in?
Okay.
Thank you.
You're either really
brave or really stupid.
You're waiting for
a bullet-proof car...
but the police
need some time to get it.
Why not let the hostages go
and keep me instead?
Watch.
Eat this!
- Name?
- Polina.
Let's go.
Her name is Polina.
I will kill her in three minutes.
As you wish.
Thank you!
What did you do?
I'm the commander here.
You asked to see me?
You are all dismissed.
You stay.
You were told not to do anything
until I arrived.
You deliverately disobeyed
the Field Commander's orders.
Those guys would have killed everyone
if I did not intervene.
Yes, you got lucky again.
I don't know how you do it,
but if things would have gone bad
you could have jeopardized
the whole operation.
But that wasn't what happened,
was it?
You're not going to work here
in the department for a while.
I'm not going to work here anymore?
Not here.
Let's get some air and talk about it.
You're being transferred.
Am I going back to Tula?
No...
you're going to the United States.
America?
Yes.
California, the city of Los Angeles.
Police problems.
Russian girls are being murdered.
The killer is proving elusive.
Why me? I've never been there.
Because you speak English.
And I hate to say this, but...
you are the best we have.
- Thanks.
- And don't screw up!
- Okay, I won't screw up.
- Good, and don't forget sunblock.
The sun is brutal!
Do you know her?
Damn you both!
You go there. Me, here.
Drop the gun!
Calm down.
Hold on!
Mom, I'm bored.
I should have gone to dance class.
Hey, where are you going?
On the floor!
Money in the bag!
Fast!
Don't move!
Don't move!
You can't escape.
Surrender!
To hell with it.
Damn it!
Auto Radio here,
we have breaking news...
there is a hostage situation
at Leningradsky Prospekt in Moscow.
You, stand up!
Give me a car...
or I'll kill someone
every three minutes.
Stay calm.
Don't hurt anybody, okay?
Auto Radio here, breaking news...
One hostage has just been killed,
and the suspects
are demanding an armored car.
Don't move!
Dammit!
Hello.
Who the hell are you?
- Bad business?
- Worse.
Let me see what I can do to help.
What are you doing?
You will get everyone killed!
I'm in charge here!
Stop!
Stop, or I'll kill you.
I'm Major Kazatov, Moscow Police.
Can I see the hostages?
No, just give me a car.
I'm unarmed, can I go in?
Okay.
Thank you.
You're either really
brave or really stupid.
You're waiting for
a bullet-proof car...
but the police
need some time to get it.
Why not let the hostages go
and keep me instead?
Watch.
Eat this!
- Name?
- Polina.
Let's go.
Her name is Polina.
I will kill her in three minutes.
As you wish.
Thank you!
What did you do?
I'm the commander here.
You asked to see me?
You are all dismissed.
You stay.
You were told not to do anything
until I arrived.
You deliverately disobeyed
the Field Commander's orders.
Those guys would have killed everyone
if I did not intervene.
Yes, you got lucky again.
I don't know how you do it,
but if things would have gone bad
you could have jeopardized
the whole operation.
But that wasn't what happened,
was it?
You're not going to work here
in the department for a while.
I'm not going to work here anymore?
Not here.
Let's get some air and talk about it.
You're being transferred.
Am I going back to Tula?
No...
you're going to the United States.
America?
Yes.
California, the city of Los Angeles.
Police problems.
Russian girls are being murdered.
The killer is proving elusive.
Why me? I've never been there.
Because you speak English.
And I hate to say this, but...
you are the best we have.
- Thanks.
- And don't screw up!
- Okay, I won't screw up.
- Good, and don't forget sunblock.
The sun is brutal!
Do you know her?
Damn you both!
You go there. Me, here.
Drop the gun!
Calm down.
Hold on!