How about, um, 100 good French condoms?
- All colors. - 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! - (lamskoy) Arkady! Arkady!
Pull yourself together.
(Renko) There is an American who is a link to everything.
(lamskoy) Oh? Who?
(Renko) 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 apéritif in Manhattan.
Come to my room.
Please.
(Irina) Let me go!
Go away. I'm KGB.
Why'd you come in through the window, Boris?
What?
The door was open.
- (Kirwill) Who is she? - (Renko) 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.
Shit.
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.
A religious chest for the black market in icons.
- 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?
- Dead bodies in Gorky Park. - 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?
- The sadist cut off their faces. - Do you mind?
In the same way he might skin an animal.
A sable, perhaps.
I don't think we'll be seeing each other again.
Oh?
You once said that patience was your only virtue.
That you watch and you wait.
I have only four days more in Moscow. After that I'm leaving for good.
However, I feel that you deserve some reward.
Expect a knock at your door.
I'm having that sable hat delivered to you.
- It was good. Thank you. - Anybody can cook stew.
You could burn it. I do.
Irina?
Help me, please.
How do I know the attack on me wasn't staged to make me trust you?
Irina.
How do I know that you didn't plan it to make me betray my friends?
Like Osborne, you mean.
Your friend Osborne.
Let's talk about Osborne. Tell me about Osborne.
Is that all you can do? Talk?
Talk?
Irina, listen.
You don't have to talk so much.
Irina, I am your friend.
No. My enemy.
Everything I've told you... is either an extraordinarily elaborate lie...
or the very simple truth.
It's a lie.
No! No!
They're not dead. They're not dead.
Don't hold back. Let it out. Let it come.
I'm...
Arkady, I'm going out of my mind.
I don't know what's going on or who to...
Irina, listen to me. I won't tell you lies.
- No, you're tormenting me. - No. No, Irina.
It doesn't matter how ridiculous a lie is if it's your only chance of escape.
No. Irina, no.
It doesn't matter how obvious the truth is if the truth is that you'll never escape.
Irina.
(Kirwill) So this Irina was a friend of my brother.
At the university before he was deported.
Why did he come back?
Jimmy wanted to be a fuckin' hero. You gotta turn right, right here.
He was determined to smuggle somebody out of the Soviet Union.
Anybody, even if they didn't wanna go.
How come you know so much about us?
My grandmother. She was one of you. She was a Russian.
I spoke Russian before I spoke English.
Jimmy was... He was always obsessed with this country.
It's all he ever talked about.
All right. You gotta turn left in here and then park.
- (Kirwill) Heard of born-again Christians? - No.
Born-again Christians. They don't smoke, they don't swear, they don't fuck.
All they do is talk about Jesus and try to walk on the goddamn water.
That was Jimmy, God love him.
- That's it over there. - How'd you find this place?
I got a nose for fresh fish and chicken blood.
What a stench.
This is where they made the chest. That's how they got 'em out.
- Live sables. - Bingo. They fed 'em the fresh meat.
Six live sables.
I'm no expert on sable shit but, yeah, I think so.
They'd be worth how much to an American?
Freedom. Smash the monopoly. How high can you count? Worth killing for.
Motive.
Evidence.
Circumstantial.
Witness.
In your apartment, Arkady.
She's got to tell me, now. Osborne is leaving in three days.
Don't kill him.
Not yet.
What is it, Arkasha?
I have no sugar for your tea.
I don't need it.
Do you still think I'm lying to you?
- That I am just a militia investigator? - Arkasha...
Do you imagine I'm trying to trap you, that this is all just a terrible game?
No.
But...
But what?
- If Valerya is safe somewhere... - Irina, I love you.
I... Arkasha...
Help me.
I've learned to trust nothing.
Nobody.
Never.
Irina.
If Valerya is safe somewhere, I...
And if she is dead, she is dead. How can I help her?
- Let's go. - Arkady.
You talk too easily about dying.
Where are we going, Arkasha?
You'll see.
You know who was here, don't you?
Come on!
No.
Then what else can I do?
Little Jimmy.
Kostia, the big man.
Valerya, you. Let us reconstruct.
- Please. Arkady, don't. - There's three of you.
You believe a whole new life is about to begin. Yes. Glide.
Glide. Valerya and Kostia and Jimmy.
Let your skates bite and hiss.
Your very movement reminds you of the freedom that will soon be yours. Glide.
Glide, my little ones.
Ah, Valerya.
The little bird. She's wearing her friend's skates. Her good friend.
But there's someone else watching.
Isn't there? Someone who beckons them from the ice.
Oh, happy Valerya. Trusting Valerya. Innocent Valerya.
I'm their savior from the West. It's laughter and toasts.
Hear the music?
Ah, we need another bottle. Why not? I sort through the bag.
I feel the grip of the gun.
I turn to Kostia and I smile.
And...
Jimmy doesn't know what's happening. How can this be?
Osborne had used him to gull the others. He had been brought back into Russia
as proof that Osborne could get people in and out. Isn't that so?
Poor Jimmy. Idealistic Jimmy who only wanted to help.
The Christian who now must turn the other cheek.
- What about Valerya? - No, Arkady.
- No. - My love, why don't you stop me?
Do I have to be the killer? I have to have a witness.
Someone must tell me.
You must tell me.
I can't.
She doesn't scream. Doesn't run.
What's the point?
Her life, her hopes... done.
This man has made love to her. He can bring the gun as close as he wants.
He can almost caress her with it and she'll welcome the bullet.
No.
Yes.
(gunshot)
But what of Valerya's friend?
What about you? She won't tell because she wants Valerya to be in America, free.
She won't tell because Osborne has told her she is to be the next to get out,
and this fantasy is the most important thing in her life.
It's all that keeps her going.
Yes.
So, the question is, where is Valerya?
New York.
She's in New York.
But in Moscow...
the great Professor Andreev...
can reconstruct a head.
A face.
From the bones and tissue alone.
No. Hope is all I know.
Here is Valerya.
V- Valerya. Valerya. Valerya!
- Valerya who? - Valerya Davidova.
- The others? - Kostia Borodin. James Kirwill.
- What were they doing here? - Making a chest for Osborne.
American furrier, Jack Osborne?
Yes, Jack Osborne.
You saw what they brought Osborne here from Siberia.
Tell me. Say it.
Sables.
Live, dead, pelts, what?
- Live sables. - How many?
Six sables.
Six live sables.
Good girl.
I hate you.
Irina, lies are not freedom.
I hate you!
Where'd she go?
Think she's taken off with Osborne, huh?
OK. Well, tell me where we're going, will you?
I need the other head. Then I'll have enough.
The other head?
- (Kirwill) KGB? - (Renko) Yes.
But why would they steal the evidence? It must be something else.
- What else? - Well...
We'll see, won't we?
What the hell are you doin'?
You know where we are.
Now I do.
I'm a fool.
- What does that mean? - That I've missed everything.
That's lamskoy, the chief prosecutor of Moscow.
And Jack Osborne. They've been dealing the whole time.
So now they'll deal with me. I've no chance now, nowhere to go.
They've beaten me.
Oh, God.
Don't look.
- (lamskoy) You'll be even richer. - (Osborne) You won't be exactly poor.
(lamskoy) What can I spend it on here? I wish I could come to Stockholm.
Diamonds look their best on a young girl's throat.
(Osborne) You must never again be seen with me.
But I'll send you a postcard from Stockholm.
Good luck, then.
- Bastard. - (Renko) Don't.
You're making a mistake. We're on the same side. I promise you.
We wanna talk to him.
(chokes)
You're a fool!
We don't need to talk to him. Osborne's going to Stockholm.
Stockholm!
Come on! Get me out of this place.
Come on! I wanna stay one step ahead of that bastard.
You on the outside and me on the inside, looking at you from the morgue!
I want you to promise me, Anton, on your life...
that you will take all this-papers, tape - personally to the prosecutor general.
On my life, I promise.
- And give me your gun. - Oh, Christ.
It's a lawyer's special issue.
It probably won't shoot straight.
And if Irina ever turns up... take care of her for me.
Well, sure. I'll give her your beautiful car.
- What are you going to do? - A brisk walk.
And a little dip.
Arkady.
The firing squad will not be quite as much fun as Stockholm, will it?
Arkady.
You're out of... you're out of control.
You kept me on the case to put pressure on Osborne.
He couldn't have been offering... enough.
But you settled.
The price must have been high.
You should be looked after. Certainly you should be looked after.
How much?
$100,000, American?
Come on. You know the value of live sables.
This'll be worth tens of millions to Osborne.
Osborne was greedy.
That's why I had to threaten him with, uh...
I was going to say my best man.
150,000, hm? How about that?
- (gunshot) - (lamskoy cries out)
- (man) I've ordered stingers. - (Pribluda) Stingers.
- What's that? - Cognac and crème de menthe.
Which of the two is meant to spoil the other?
(man) In Sweden all excesses are permitted.
Comrade Pribluda, when do I get the gun, and where do I kill him?
You will ask no questions. You will make no comments.
You will simply do as you're told.
Consider yourself lucky to be still alive.
Osborne will trade. He'll return the six sables, but he'll only talk to you.
And I don't like that, Renko.
I'm warning you. Be very, very careful.
Why will he trade?
What will he trade?
Which is the brandy? Which is the crème de menthe?
Let's see if you can tell, Renko.
(Osborne) Bruised, are we?
I imagine they wanted to make quite sure you were telling the truth about lamskoy.
Well, he didn't know how good you were, did he?
The fool.
And now you're here to kill me.
Right?
Yes.
What do you think?
You know the KGB will always track you down, wherever you are.
Precisely.
So, what exactly are you proposing?
- Do not be unduly alarmed. - What are you doing?
You haven't seen the rest of the house yet.
Old houses are so like people, don't you think?
Full of surprises.
- Open that door. - What?
Open the door.
I made them bring you.
You see, corruption is part of us.
All of us.
The very heart of us.
Irina?
Why should a woman sleep with a killer unless she likes being hurt?
- No! - No?
Then it's money that excites you, perhaps? It's money?
You've earned it, Irina. You paid with the lives of your friends. What is this?
Is this another one of his gifts?
You're a whore, Irina.
You're a whore.
When you showed me the head - Valerya's head - I decided to kill myself.
- Melodrama. - Yes.
I went to Osborne instead. I slept with him.
I didn't feel dirty. I felt as though a layer of my skin had been burnt away.
- I knew what to do. - Yes. Sell yourself.
What else did I have to sell?
I told him I knew everything.
But I knew he wanted me. I told you I'd do anything to get out.
Anything.
The second day in Stockholm I went to the KGB. The Russian embassy.
I told them I could get the sables back if they would trade you for them,
if they would let you out because...
because I...
Irina?
I had to get you out.
It was the only reason.
Why would Osborne trade the sables for me?
He's got more than six, Arkasha.
Valerya and the others helped him use the route once before.
He's got another six sables.
And nobody knows it, except him and me.
And now you.
Frankly, I am astounded that your people would understand a sexual obsession.
But, well, it seems they understand that I want her enough to trade the sables.
Only she won't come without you.
But they sent me here to kill you.
But they'd rather have their little furry friends back.
- But my job is to kill you. - What?
Kill a man who keeps his promises?
You see the hat that was not delivered to you in Moscow.
Barguzinsky sable. The finest.
There's no more comparison between this and ordinary fur
than Irina's skin and that of other women.
Feel it.
You're sick, Osborne. Sick. I don't want the hat or anything else from you.
Oh, be forgiving. You want to survive, don't you?
Tomorrow, if you convince them, the Soviets and I will trade.
You and Irina for the six sables.
Oh, and, uh, $200,000.
Do you agree?
Yes.
A stinger, please. A stinger.
- That's a whore's drink. - I am a whore.
- How many? - Three upstairs. KGB.
- Maybe more down here. - OK. What's the score?
- I'll give you one, two, three. - OK. Shoot.
One.
Osborne is deceiving KGB into a swap. Six sables for Irina and me, plus dollars.
- But he's got more out than they know. - When's the swap?
- Tomorrow. They've bought it. - OK. Two.
Two. I am under orders from Moscow to kill Osborne and the sables.
- Three. - Three. The KGB kills Osborne,
you, the girl and the sables. Am I right?
- Correct. - Does she know this?
No.
- You're in a hell of a jam. Did I tell you? - Yes, thank you. Eat some of my peanuts.
I'll be there. Good luck.
- What are you doing? - This is a whore's drink.
- Give me that. Let's get out of here. - We've got an early start.
Son of a bitch.
(Renko) Oh, no.
- Don't touch him. - Oh...
God, no.
What are you up to, Renko? What's he doing here?
- What the hell is going on? - Who is it? Who?
A friend.
(Osborne) He killed my dogs.
I gutted him because he killed my dogs.
(Pribluda) Now, Mr. Osborne.
Let's not concern ourselves with the intruder.
Are these the six sables?
The sables are dead. Throw down your guns.
Not while you have yours.
Mr. Osborne, everything is correct now.
You may take Renko here. We take the sables. No one needs guns.
(Osborne) The sables are dead. I do not intend to join them.
(Pribluda) We're not thugs, Mr. Osborne.
If that's what you want, you may have our weapons.
- Rurik, Osborne will kill you. - Stay out of this, you.
Wake up. He'll kill all of you, except Pribluda.
- What? - Pribluda is Osborne's man.
- That's why he'll give up his gun. - Renko, you're a liar.
(dog growls)
(dog yelps)
(Pribluda) It's all right. Renko is unarmed.
- I made sure of that. - (Osborne) Put the gun down.
- What? - Put down the gun.
Jack...
listen.
I've got the money.
(Renko) Mr. Osborne.
On your right there are two more KGB.
Keep your head down.
(gunshot)
(growling)
Holy Peter.
(sables growling)
(Irina) Arkasha!
Irina, stay out!
Step out, Renko.
Or the girl is dead.
No, Arkasha.
Renko.
That's a KGB gun.
Now we can be free.
Arkasha?
Irina.
I have to go back.
No.
I have to go back, otherwise they will hunt you down.
That was...
That was the deal I made in Moscow. Kill the sables. Kill Osborne. Go back.
And you could go free.
No.
Irina, look at me.
No, look at me.
What do you see?
A Russian.
I never could be anything else.
- Then I'll come back. - No.
You were dead there. Dying there.
I will always...
love you.
Arkasha.
One day, Irina.
One day.
Chief Investigator Renko reporting for duty, Comrade General.
(Irina) One day, Arkasha.
One day.
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