Gorky Park Page #3

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Ah.

Who did it? What happened?

Was it Pribluda? Arkady?

No, no.

I think it was an American.

Christ.

CIA, you think?

Somebody with fists made of stone.

- More painkiller?

- Mmmm.

What are we doing in the kitchen?

You should lie down.

This is where you keep

your French brandy.

The way to do this is to imagine

they are your loved one...

these little creatures.

Oh, yes, we need them.

Don't the ones you love eat up your flesh?

"A member of the Komsomol brigade,

Valerya Davidova,

demonstrates a pelt

of a Barguzinsky sable

to visiting American... businessman...

Jack Osborne. "

And who's this?

A redhead?

It's rainin' outside,

in case you hadn't noticed.

Close the door.

No.

Throw it to my feet.

Empty your pockets on the bed.

Now take your coat off.

Throw it to the floor.

Trouser pockets.

- You're all alone, aren't you, Boris?

- Be still.

- What?

- Don't move.

Easy, Boris. Easy, easy.

It's my room. Why should I move?

Sit.

Easy.

Now tie your laces together.

What you gonna do now?

Pile the furniture on me?

If need be.

I should have killed you in the park.

Why?

- Cos that's where you killed my brother.

- Your brother?

So that's why...

I didn't kill him.

You or your friends. Makes no difference.

But you're the one that will pay for it.

A policeman from New York?

That's a gold shield, Boris. I'm a detective.

A detective? Lose your way, did you?

- I found you, didn't I?

- I didn't kill your brother.

But how are you gonna find the one

who did it? Or doesn't that matter?

I think you'll need a bit of help.

Tell me about the girl

in the newspaper cutting.

She was a friend of your brother's.

Perhaps she was killed with him.

Ask your comrades in the secret police.

No. Perhaps KGB did kill them.

But I want to find the killer.

But I need help. Why don't we

help each other, Mr Kirwill?

Sure. You on the outside and me on the

inside, looking at you through the bars.

A deal.

I won't arrest you.

You help me. How about it?

Go f*** yourself.

Wait a minute. How about my shield?

I'm gonna need that.

Not here, you won't.

VALERYA DAVIDOVA

JAMES KIRWILL:

A very good morning to you.

No, I've been up all night.

Come, come. No man

can work so many hours.

Don't worry, I'm going home to bed.

This is my breakfast.

The poet lays down his pen, the killer

his axe, and even you must learn to relax.

Well, bed. I can relax in bed.

I have just the thing to open up

your pores and unclog your weary mind.

This is my daily regime. A brisk walk,

a leisurely dip. It's wonderful.

Even we humble servants of the state

need to be refreshed from time to time.

Ah!

Well, well. This is a surprise.

You recall Chief Investigator Renko

from last weekend?

Yes. I'm not sure whether he arrested or

abducted the lady who accompanied me.

Rescued.

Say, from the machinations of a capitalist.

Do sit down, Jack. Have a drink.

Have something to eat.

Talk to the only one of our homicide team

with a 100% record of success.

I'm afraid I have an appointment

with a general so old that he dribbles.

I always wanted to meet an American.

You are so... so different.

Forgive me for staring.

Only once before did I ever meet

an American in the flesh, so to speak.

A young student.

Kirwill, I think he was called.

James Kirwill.

Oh?

But he was dead.

That doesn't count, then, does it?

You must have noticed many differences

between a man like yourself, Mr Osborne,

and a man like me.

Man overboard.

What?

There's a sliver of food on your upper lip.

I'm just a plodding investigator. No style.

Completely out of my depth.

Three bodies, three people,

shot down and mutilated in Gorky Park.

And me, I have food on my lip.

Not even caviar at that.

I somehow feel that the executioner,

whoever he may be,

would have preferred somebody...

a more, um... nimble opponent.

- Ah. Finished eating, are we?

- Yes, thank you.

I understand you import our

wonderful Soviet sable into America.

You Soviets have

the world monopoly on sable.

I always wanted a sable hat.

A man of your status should possess one.

Must we see what we can do?

We Russians know how

to wait for things. I'm very patient.

I watch and I think and I wait.

It is my only virtue.

But why wait? I'm always happy to

accommodate particular Soviet friends.

Patience has its own rewards.

Do you want the hat or not?

Perhaps the chief investigator

has some other reward in mind?

Yes.

Perhaps.

- You don't know?

- Not yet.

First I have the hunch,

then I begin to assemble reasons.

Then I...

- And then you...?

- I pounce.

That's no way to catch a sable.

They're far too cunning and far too fast.

While you wait and you think,

and you watch...

your prey is gone.

Oh, I don't think so.

Good. Good.

Meanwhile I have the hat and you don't.

IRINA:

OSBORNE:

Bang!

- Detective Pavlovich, you're drunk!

- Not as drunk as Fet.

Detective Fet!

- I told you to follow him, not...

- Ah, ah, ah. Look what I've got.

One of the KGB files.

- How in God's name...?

- I stole it. From Fet.

Fet! Little bastard.

Pasha!

Well, open it. No vomit on it, is there?

You mean you got Fet so drunk that...?

- They'll shoot me, won't they?

- Probably.

I'll get shot.

F*** it.

Pasha, this is Irina Asanova's file!

Put the light out.

"Expelled from Moscow University

for antisocial behaviour

and unwise associations,

particularly with Siberian renegade...

Valerya Davidova. "

"KGB informant:
Feodor Golodkin. "

"Used-car salesman. "

Where is Valerya?

- What are you talking about?

- Where do you think she is?

Who?

I've seen your file.

You were friends with Valerya Davidova

and an American student, James Kirwill.

The same file will tell you I was expelled

from university for writing on a wall.

- Your friends are dead. Murdered.

- You're sick.

I'll show you their bodies,

their clothes. Come and see.

You're one of a leper organisation.

I won't be infected.

- They were found in Gorky Park.

- Why do you lie? Do...

- Where are they, these friends of yours?

- Out!

Out?

Who do you think got them out?

You're trying to trap me.

I'm not going to betray my friends.

Whoever was to get them out led them to

their deaths. You must be in danger too.

They're free.

Free.

Like a thigh, eh?

Just like strokin' her leg.

Nice. Very nice.

You're in love already.

Go on, take your time. Walk around it.

If I wanted to walk,

I wouldn't be here, would I?

- Anna said I was to talk to Golodkin.

- Who?

Look, I've got these marks,

West German money. I was trying to...

- That's all right. I can deal in that.

- No, no.

Gotta be Golodkin.

"Make sure it's Golodkin" she said.

It's all right, friend. Meet Feodor,

Feodor Golodkin. I'm your man.

You never said a truer word.

Where the f***

are you going?!

- This is militia headquarters, d*ckhead!

- Just shut it.

I work for the KGB.

I'm not talking to you.

All right?

Now, listen...

Pasha... open the window.

My pleasure.

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