Gorky Park Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1983
- 128 min
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This is all some kind
of a misunderstanding.
How did a greasy, parasitic pimp like you
come to meet a girl like Irina Asanova?
Who?
Pasha, handcuff this piece of sh*t.
- Hey, now look. Hey, come on.
- My pleasure.
Hey, now listen. Get off me.
Come on! I'm protected by KGB.
- Ow! That hurts!
- Pasha, lift him up.
- Get off me!
- Why are you trying to escape?
I'm not! I'm not!
What did he do, Pasha?
Ran wildly to the open window,
Comrade Chief Investigator.
- That's right.
- No, I didn't! I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!
No! No-o-o-o!
We were counting.
When we reached three, away he went.
- You're crazy. You wouldn't.
- One.
- Two.
- No!
- Three!
- No! Listen!
That's him. He and Valerya and Irina and
this big fellow, Kostia, they were cronies.
Kostia, did you say?
- Who was he? What was he?
- He was a big ape from Siberia. Mukta.
He was screwing Valerya.
And they all knew Jack Osborne?
Mr Jack Osborne? Yeah.
- He wanted to bed down the girl. Valerya.
- And did he?
screwing foreigners, don't they?
It's almost as good as travel.
Clean sheets, little presents.
And Kostia didn't seem to mind.
You see, Kostia knew that
Mr Jack Osborne wanted something.
- That's...
- What did Osborne want?
A chest. A big church chest.
That's not a nun with tits.
You know, with religious panels. Big...
- What for?
- I don't know.
But he promised me 2,000 American
dollars if I could get him one.
- And did you?
- Yes, I did.
But Mr Jack Osborne
He got one from those three.
Cheaper, I'll bet.
- Kirwill, Valerya and Kostia?
- Yeah. And I can't sell the one I got.
It's too big for anybody to smuggle out.
You can't chop up a chest and hide it in...
Where is this chest?
Where is it?
My place.
- Pasha, go with him. I want that chest.
- What, now?
Yes, now.
Goodbye, pretty lady.
Well, I work hard. I work very hard.
Holy Peter!
Something you want?
Anything you'd like?
Where's this chest?
How about, um,
100 good French condoms?
- All colours.
- 100?
Mm. It's just about enough
for a weekend, eh?
- The chest.
- It's in the bathroom.
There's no room for it in there.
I don't want the damn thing
clutterin' up my nice room, anyway.
Comrade Prosecutor, Golodkin
was of some assistance to KGB.
- You know how it is.
- An informer, you mean.
- Well, it is our case.
- What do you mean "your case"?
- You festering baboon.
- And we have already determined
that Golodkin shot your man and
then turned his own gun upon himself.
- Very swift deduction. Congratulations.
- Your man was unarmed.
It was that file, wasn't it?
It was a trap. A trap!
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Listen!
- You killed him! It was you!
- Arkady! Arkady!
Pull yourself together.
There is an American
who is a link to everything.
Oh? Who?
An American who knew
all three of them.
An American who had
dealings with Golodkin.
An American who has
very powerful friends.
- KGB friends.
- Who?
An acquaintance of yours, I'm...
Osborne.
Osborne? Jack Osborne?
Why would an American businessman kill
three nobodies in the middle of Moscow?
I don't know.
- Unless...
- Unless what?
Unless they were all involved
in something so big
that Osborne had to make sure
his partners would never, ever talk.
- Jack Osborne.
- Yes.
Are you sure? Quite sure?
In my bones.
Well, then...
go after him.
He's at the Metropole Hotel.
Rattle him.
Trip him up.
Where is Valerya? You have to tell me.
Safe.
Please. I must know.
At this precise moment?
Certainly finishing her lunchtime
apritif in Manhattan.
Come to my room.
Please.
Let me go!
Go away. I'm KGB.
Why'd you come in
through the window, Boris?
What?
The door was open.
- Who is she?
- Irina Asanova.
She knew your brother and the other two.
We've got to get her temperature down
quicker. Get some ice from my fridge.
- Was she in on the killings?
- She thinks they got out.
She can't believe they're dead.
But she's the key.
Jesus Christ! What the hell kind
of a diet are you on, anyway, pal?
Bring the ice.
What the hell is that?
I had it reconstructed from
one of the Gorky Park heads.
Why?
The killer had sliced off their faces.
Sh*t.
She'll be in a bad way when she comes
round, and if she sees that head...
I'll take it.
She's going to be all right.
He didn't get enough into her veins.
Renko, give me somethin'.
Give me somethin' to work on.
Come on.
I believe the three were making a chest.
- Yeah. And?
- Their clothing.
Beside the traces of gold and gesso...
there were spots of chicken
and fish blood. I don't know why.
I've been in Soviet markets. I've never
seen anything fresh enough to bleed.
- I'll be seeing you.
- I'm very grateful to you.
Well, when you took that shot
at me you aimed away.
Not by much.
By enough. Maybe you're for real.
Maybe you just don't shoot very well.
You'll never know, will you?
Why did you save my life?
You're important to my investigation.
- Now what?
- Well, when your clothes are dry, you go.
Where?
It's up to you.
Home.
They'll be waiting for me.
Friends, then. You must have
someone you can stay with.
And get them into trouble as well?
- Citizen Asanova...
- Irina.
You've undressed me.
Irina.
- This is the worst place for you to be.
- It's very simple.
Either you are with them, and it doesn't
matter where I run, or you are not and...
- You'll be trapped here. They saw me.
- We'd be trapped here.
I can't take care of you.
You've got two plates, two cups.
Why did you go to the hotel?
- What is Osborne to you?
- A friend.
A friend? What sort of friend?
Is he the one you think
got them out? Is that it?
No questions.
Irina.
My friend is dead. Your friends are dead.
- Why delude yourself? Why?
- Then why did KGB try to take me?
Perhaps to protect the killer.
To protect Osborne.
All I know is your friends were killed.
- No!
- Irina, please.
If I had a gun and I could
get out, I'd shoot you now.
Here, take it.
Take it.
What are you waiting for?
That's not going to get me out, is it?
How are they killed?
- Uh, who?
- Sables.
- You don't think I kill them myself?
- Yes, I do.
Oh, no, no, no. I do not soil my hands.
I mean, do you kill the animal when you
eat his flesh or use his skin for boots?
No. Like most of us I turn
my eyes from such things.
- Exactly.
- I said like most of us.
Yes, I suppose there are those
who enjoy the act of butchery.
Especially if they feel
themselves superior beings.
- Yes?
- What are we talking about?
- Ah.
- Doesn't it interest you?
- Me?
I have established that
you knew all three of them.
Have you, now?
Well.
I met Stalin when I was young.
Did you know that?
No.
Well, you do know that Stalin is dead.
Now, does the mere fact that I met him
prove that I killed him?
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