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And that's a KGB gun.

Is it that shithead Pribluda?

That's like asking if a girl's a virgin when

I see her in bed with a man on top of her.

Well, what man?

Oh!

- Am I missing a joke?

- It's about your friend, Major Pribluda.

What do you mean, "my friend"?

What is it?

I've been asked to lamskoy's dacha.

He's throwing a weekend party

and he wants to talk to me.

- That's a great honour, Comrade Renko.

- Well, well, well.

You'll have to tidy yourself up.

What?

Oh, yes.

Well, well. A weekend at the lamskoys'.

Now, is it because your father

was a hero of the Soviet army? No.

God knows, it can hardly be

because of your charm or elegance.

Not all weekend, Anton. Just today,

long enough to get our host into a corner.

So... what are you up to?

- I'm saving a life.

- Whose?

Mine. I'm on a case that reeks of KGB

involvement and I've got to be extra...

Wouldn't you two

rather have good Soviet vodka?

No, Natasha, wicked French wine will do.

Who is that?

That is Jack Osborne.

An American.

He comes here

to buy our sable pelts.

Well, it is the only place

you can get them.

They say the Kremlin uses him to take

messages to and from Washington.

He's a very big wheel.

He even had dinner

with Brezhnev before he died.

Well, perhaps the conversation

would have been better after he'd died.

Anton.

The Ancient Greeks

understood the mechanics of power.

"Justice" they said. "Justice is

in the interests of the strong. "

I've heard the same sentiment expressed

in not-too-dissimilar terms in America.

"Those were the gold-maker rules"

someone said.

You mean in America only

those with money can be innocent?

No. I mean in America, attorneys

do very well for themselves.

Well, do you know what you're doing here

when you engage a defence lawyer?

Wasting money.

I read your report, Arkady.

And I can see that you are anxious

for the KGB to take over the case.

But this is not like you, huh?

Why? What's wrong?

- May I speak freely?

- To me? Always.

It is more than possible

that KGB killed those three people.

I agree.

Then it is likely they are

laying a trap for me.

Why?

Once I tried to arrest Major Pribluda.

I proved he was an assassin.

- Remember the two bodies by the river?

- God, it's cold out here.

- You want to freeze my blood even more?

- I proved KGB did it.

I moved for the indictment,

and I was arrested and beaten senseless.

And who got you out?

I was grateful to you. I am grateful to you.

But it's a poisonous farce.

Arkady, things are changing.

Believe me, I have more power

than used to be the case.

They are more vulnerable.

You're easily

the best policeman in Moscow.

And I need your help. I need it badly.

And you can protect me and my men?

Listen, our Soviet constitution

is a noble piece of work.

But only if honourable men

and women respect it.

Now, I'm determined to stand on legality.

KGB must not, cannot work outside the

law, or they're little better than the CIA.

- But how?

- Support me. Don't try to unload the case.

We mustn't give them a centimetre.

And I promise you, Arkady...

I promise you, I'll be behind you

every step of the way.

Yes, my dear?

You are the only one here

who is going back to Moscow tonight.

- It seems so.

- Will you take me with you?

- At this hour? Is there something wrong?

- Please?

You'd better first persuade Mr Osborne

to give you a fur coat, my dear.

The investigator's car has no heater.

Not the sort of place a girl without a

decent pair of boots normally goes, is it?

Won't your rich American friend

be disappointed?

I asked you for a lift, not a conversation.

What, still upset

about a pair of lost skates?

- If they were lost.

- I reported them missing.

- Yes, but why?

- What?

You're not the sort who goes to the police

for a thing like that without a reason.

Were you afraid they might

turn up on the wrong person?

- Let me out.

- What?

- Stop and let me out. I'd rather walk.

- Don't be silly. You'd freeze to death.

What are you doing? You're insane!

What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?

Questions, questions.

Oh, no. Fine, fine.

Now we can both freeze.

Come on.

KGB have better cars, you know.

But they don't always take you

where you want to go, do they?

I don't know whether to get deep

in this case or not. Really take it on.

- Don't piss into the wind.

- Maybe. Maybe not. Forensic?

Forensic picked up traces of gesso,

sawdust and gold on the clothing.

- Gold?

- All used in the restoring of icons.

Black marketeers. That's why the KGB

disposed of them. Sodding Pribluda.

Anything else?

Did Forensic turn up anything else?

Yeah, some spots

of chicken and fish blood.

That's odd, isn't it?

That doesn't fit.

God, I wish we knew

what they looked like.

Hm.

No dessert?

- And the redhead. I want his head too.

- Why not the other one?

We know nothing about him. Besides,

how many do you think I can carry?

So long as you know what to say

if they stop you in the street.

The greatest of killers.

I'm sorry?

Tamerlane the Great.

Nasty man. His skull

showed right-side paralysis,

and I had some hair to deal with.

Yes, I see.

Do you? Do you?

Well...

What about the mildew?

On the upper lip?

- Yes. I'm sorry, what do you mean?

- Where the moustache grew. Mildew.

Of course.

- I am Professor Andreev.

- Chief Investigator Renko. I tried to ring...

I do not do forensic work,

either for militia or KGB.

Renko?

- How interesting.

- Why?

Your father was General Renko.

You don't look a bit like him.

My God. Your zygomaticus has a

completely different elasticity altogether.

Promise me I can have your face

when the breath has left your body.

Professor Andreev,

these heads have no faces.

- Don't try to interest me.

- A murderer erased their identities.

You can give it back to them.

Professor, too many people

in our society disappear without trace.

Oh?

Why is that?

They fall into a chasm.

What sort of chasm?

The one between what is said

and what is done.

You may not be long for this world,

my fine, imprudent fellow.

Hm.

Right. First thing:

Clean off the rest of the flesh. Hm?

Fetch me the grubworms.

# Whoa, where you're concerned,

my heart I sold

# It's so easy to fall in love

# It's so easy to fall in love

- # It seems so easy

- # It's so easy, it's so easy, it's so easy

- # So doggone easy

- # Doggone easy, doggone easy

- # It seems so easy

- # It's so easy, it's so easy, it's so easy

# Where you're concerned my heart I sold

# It's so easy to fall in love

# It's so easy to fall in love

Let's go. All right?

- # Well shake it up, baby, now

- # Shake it up, baby

- # Twist and shout

- # Twist and shout

# Come on, come on,

come on, come on, baby, now

- # Come on, baby

- # Come on and work it on out...

Hey.

Who are you?

What are you doing there?

I said, what are you doing there?

This is a...

Stop! Militia!

Son of a b*tch!

Stay away.

An American.

Arkady?

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