Spinning Boris Page #8

but those people...

you know, the KGB never went away.

Just changed the name on the door.

I would really watch my back

if I were you.

Who's gonna watch yours?

You're the one who brought us here.

It wasn't me.

I'm just a middleman.

Tonight I'm getting on the plane,

back to Sausalito.

Got some business to attend to.

I'll bet.

Such bullshit. We were hired

to dump the election?

It's like Oliver Stone.

Soskovets said himself.

If you think he'll lose...

let us know so we can take steps.

It makes perfect sense.

But we're professionals.

We're American citizens.

They wanna take steps. Let them.

That's great, George.

In case you hadn't noticed...

they're called

The Party of War...

not "The Party of Peace" or

"Friendship", or "Brotherhood"...

- The Party of War!

- I think that's a nickname.

Like son of... Sam's a nickname.

I say we get the f*** outta here.

This is history in the making. We're

right smack in the middle of it.

It's our big comeback. As long

as the numbers are climbing...

the Party of War has no cards.

- What if the numbers stop climbing?

- If they stop, we dump Lukoil...

and run as fast as we can.

He's right. As long as we keep

showing Yeltsin good numbers...

they have no choice but

to stay behind us.

Which is where they're gonna have

to be to do what they'll do to us.

Look at this.

The Wall Street Journal.

Moscow Mystery.

"GOP circles swirl with the rumor

that California Governor Wilson's...

former campaign manager

George Gorton...

is helping Yeltsin's presidential

campaign in Russia. "

That's what rumors do.

They swirl.

Call them...

and say it's not true.

No, I can't do that.

Never lie to the press.

- You mislead them.

- Do you understand that...

if this breaks in Moscow, then

you'll be gone in three seconds...

and Yeltsin will deny

your existence.

- What do you mean deny?

- Gone. Gone how?

Gone, gone.

Unless you find a way

to control American press.

Control the American press?

Sure! Piece of cake, Andrei.

Dick, that you?

Who's this?

I'll be damned, it's you.

What you doing

in Moscow, Dick?

Call me back on my cell.

Come here.

What's up?

Okay. Here's the bad news first.

Michael Kramer

has tracked us down.

What?

Time Magazine?

I've known Kramer for a long time.

He must've read that piece...

and figured I was in Moscow too.

But here's the good news...

Here's the good news...

he may be willing to make

a deal with us.

That's the good news?

We can't talk to him.

Lugov finds out...

and it's goodbye, gone,

we're denied our existence.

He never did say how we'd be gone.

By land, by sea or by bullet.

If we don't deal with him, he's

gonna dig around on his own...

he's gonna tell the story anyway

and we're really gonna be screwed.

I guess this is it, then.

We get out now...

we get our passports somehow...

and that's it.

Flee.

Kramer didn't mention the cover.

The cover of the Time Magazine.

- Set a meeting.

- Absolutely.

So...

We're gonna do a little walk.

Alone?

Not advised.

No. We'll be okay.

Thank you.

Don't hear any gunfire.

Could've been going out

every night!

- All right, there he is!

- Jesus!

Be casual.

Don't stand up.

- Hey, guys.

- Why is he standing up?

Demonstrating casual.

- Am I California dreaming?

- Listen, we got five minutes.

We're under strict orders

not to talk to the media.

That must be painful

for you, George.

- No!

- What?

- What are you doing?

- What?

We're being watched.

By who?

The CIA, the KGB,

the secret police, the mafia...

the communists, the capitalists,

Party of War...

even our own bodyguards.

Everyone.

- They're all watching you?

- Yeah.

It's a theory.

- Give it back.

- Under the table.

Okay, look...

I'll need everything: the dates, the

whos, the hows, the how often...

Sure, but first you gotta

guarantee us...

that you're not gonna run

anything till after the election.

Are you sure there's gonna be

an election?

- Sure. Hell, yeah.

- And we're gonna win.

And if we don't, we'll give you six

bullet points as to why we didn't.

You are aware that the universe spins

without your input, aren't you?

Dick said you mentioned

the cover?

- That depends.

- On what?

I want an exclusive.

- Okay. Done.

- What else?

And I need verification.

I mean no offense...

but I can't run the story

on just your say-so.

What kind of verification?

I wanna see your offices

at The President Hotel.

Remind me to laugh

at that one later.

Michael, we're scared

to be there ourselves.

You know what they'd do to us if they

caught us sneaking in a reporter?

- No, what?

- Actually we don't know either.

It's not good.

Look guys, I believe you.

I really do.

But it's very simple.

No proof, no pudding.

Can we...?

- This guy's a friend of ours.

- Hi.

If you can just...

You know "friend"?

- How do you say friend in Russian?

- "Droog".

I think that's what they said

in "Clockwork Orange".

- Droog.

- Kubrick?

Yeah, Kubrick.

Good, good.

Very nice.

He speaks and you speak

a little English.

- Hello?

- Come up. The coast is clear.

Here we come.

Sh*t, mayday. Mayday.

Abort! Abort!.

Stay down there!

What?

Tatiana.

Say hi to the world, guys.

We're great in the city.

It's five or six solid

over Zyuganov.

In the countryside,

he's holding ground.

We're not gaining any.

It's okay. I can understand.

Ideas?

Tatiana, your English,

so good!

Give ideas, please.

Well, the peasants

are unhappy.

We should give them something.

We already gave them democracy.

Well, now we gotta give them

something with fewer syllables.

We were thinking land.

Here we are in a supposedly

free-market economy...

and the land still belongs

to the state?

That's gotta piss

the peasants off.

Papa tried many times

to give off land...

but Duma, our congress,

doesn't want to pass it.

Find a way to get it passed.

Whatever's stalling it,

get it unstalled.

I'm outside the service area.

No wonder the people are unhappy.

Maybe we should go

to the focus group over there.

That's the only building

that's big enough.

No, it's perfect.

A barn.

Where else you're gonna focus

a twenty-house...

one-water-pump village?

We're breaking new ground, boys.

What the hell do I need this land?

I need a tractor and seeds.

Then maybe

I would want the land.

Why? Why would you

want the land?

You can't even fix your chimney.

No one needs this land.

We need money.

We need our salaries back.

They don't want the land.

But it's not as hard as before,

as during the war.

At least no one's

trying to kill us.

Yes, they are...

In Chechnya...

getting our boys killed

in Chechnya.

So much for swinging

the rural vote!

You know what?

Get Vasso in here.

There's one more question

I'd like to ask.

The last question.

If Zyuganov wins...

will there be bloodshed

or a civil war?

No.

No war, no bloodshed.

And why not?

The communists always brought war.

They'll kill everyone.

Except us.

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