Gorky Park

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- Who found them?

- He did.

He was on patrol,

he left the path for a pee and...

- Uh-oh.

- Three lost souls.

Like an execution, Pasha.

How long have they been here?

Arkady.

Greetings, comrades.

I bring you hot-water bottles.

Good. We were wondering

why you came, Comrade Major Pribluda.

This is a matter for militia. There's no

reason to think state security's involved.

What interest is this to KGB?

KGB decides what interests KGB.

So, who are they?

What's it look like? Drunks, or what?

If you want the case, Major, welcome.

We militia can go back to our beds.

I wonder you ever left them.

Comrade Major,

you're disturbing the evidence.

Holy Mother.

Look at this.

Look.

No face. Sliced right off.

Good God.

This one too. Butchered.

Jesus.

Faceless.

All three of them.

Who are they?

- You've disturbed enough evidence.

- Oh, stop complaining.

I've done some of the dirty work for you.

Yes, I know. You always do, comrade.

One day, Renko, this could be you.

Let's leave these policemen to it.

The cold has made them inhospitable.

Comrade Major?

Are you sure you want

militia to investigate this?

- What do you mean?

- It does seem like a KGB case after all.

Bodies carved up in the middle of

Moscow. Who knows where it could lead?

A body this size stays like stone for days.

I'd say they'd been there

three weeks to a month.

I'm about to make an incision

into the chest wall.

- This is disturbing you?

- Well, I'm glad I had no breakfast.

Sorry. I'm used to dealing with the dead.

The only emotion I feel about one is

a faint hope it may be a party official.

Be careful, my friend.

You don't want this case.

Please. You don't want this case.

How were they killed,

Comrade Chief Pathologist?

The two men were shot in the head

at contact range.

All three were shot in the chest.

They were all in their twenties.

Go on.

Arkady, whoever cut off their faces knew

what he was doing. He was an expert.

- And who are the experts, Levin?

- I'm not listening.

They were there as soon as we were,

Pribluda and his gang. Who told them?

You've got an informer

in your office, haven't you?

Anything else for me?

The smaller male dyed his hair.

Its natural colour is red.

Possible indication of antisocial activity.

Or maybe he was a black marketeer.

Or...

- Or a foreigner.

- Arkady, please.

I don't like to get

mixed up with KGB work.

Don't worry. If one of these really is a

foreigner, it's out of our hands anyway.

I've just got to find enough

to make KGB take over the case.

And the quicker I can do that,

the safer we'll all feel.

Chest incision!

I can't understand it, lamskoy.

Dead bodies in Gorky Park.

- What the hell are they doing there?

- Yes, it passes belief, General.

Chief Investigator Renko

reporting, General.

- Have you shaved this morning?

- Comrade General, I...

- The general wants to know your initial...

- A fellow should keep hair off his face.

Your initial reaction to this. What are

the prospects for an early resolution?

With the world's finest militia

and the support of the Soviet peoples,

I am confident we will apprehend the

criminals involved, Comrade General.

Yes, yes, yes. I hope so, young man.

Your father, General Renko,

he was always clean and tidy,

even when he was killing Germans.

It's nearly four hours since the three

bodies were uncovered. Who are they?

The bodies have no marks

of identification, Comrade Prosecutor.

What? No papers? Here in Moscow?

The bodies were badly mutilated.

No papers. No fingertips.

No faces.

They were clean-shaven,

General. Quite literally.

Well...

Your father was just as insolent,

but then he could afford to be.

He was very good at his job, Renko.

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.

For God's sake, Yuri,

can't you concentrate?

Your button, man. Your tunic button.

It's hanging off. Wardrobe!

Irina! Irina, please.

OK, let's set up again from the top.

Remember, you're tired, you're

frightened, Napoleon has you on the run.

Be careful, Misha.

- Show me that barn door again.

- Opening positions, everybody.

Quiet, please. Let's get ready to do this.

Ready to roll.

What does a chief investigator

want with me?

We found your skates.

Your name was scratched on them.

Oh, those. I lost them months ago.

You reported them missing on February 4

but said you lost them on January 31.

You didn't know

they were missing for four days?

That's how it is. You don't

miss something till you need it.

- They were found on a dead girl.

- There is justice after all.

Please, don't be shocked. You've no idea

how long it took to save for those skates.

Look at my boots. See?

Split.

She was murdered.

The girl wearing your skates.

The director of that film promised me

new boots if I went to bed with him.

Think I should?

Winter is almost over.

Exactly. And me a Siberian.

I am used to the cold.

Is your heart cold too?

What?

The girl wearing your skates,

about your age.

Two others were found with her,

also murdered. Their faces were cut off.

What has this to do with me?

What do you want?

Think back. Any idea

who took your skates?

I suspect everyone.

So do I.

Well?

Are you going to arrest me

for losing my skates?

- Perhaps not.

- Good.

Then please leave me alone.

It's cold. We've been skating,

but we've left the skating paths

for the clearing. Why?

- To talk.

- To eat. It's why anyone goes skating.

To stop, have a meat pie,

pass around the vodka.

So I've brought food. There's vodka in

our bellies. We're feeling good, relaxed.

Then...

- You shoot from your pocket.

- Shoot your own foot that way.

Forensic found traces of leather

in the bullet wounds.

A bag. You brought the food

in a leather bag with the gun.

We're friends.

Enjoying ourselves.

We leave the paths for a secluded place.

We are all alone.

I am handing out the food from the bag.

And I don't suspect a thing

as you lift the bag close to my chest.

What about the noise? Wouldn't the

other two call out? Wouldn't they run?

- Well, they don't know what's happening.

- But the noise!

Hey!

Hey!

The noise would make them run. It...

What? What did you say?

- You know what you just did?

- We're missing something.

- Yes, you went through a red light.

- Concentrate. No fingertips, no face.

Why? To make identification difficult. But

the killer shoots the two men in the head.

- Why?

- And he risks making even more noise.

Yes, but if he sliced off their faces, what's

the point of shooting them in the mouth?

- What do you have in your mouth?

- My tongue.

Your teeth.

Your teeth!

Gutta-percha.

- He had root-canal work, the redhead.

- Meaning?

Dentists in Europe don't use gutta-percha,

only the Americans.

Finally, and overwhelmingly,

the dental technique suggests

that the victim is an American.

Arkady.

Would you...?

Excited, are we?

I think we've got enough

to dump this case.

I've just seen the report from Ballistics.

- What weapon?

- It's a 7.65mm pistol.

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