The Death of Stalin Page #2

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including DELOV.

BERIA:

(pointing to the list)

Shoot her before him but make sure

he sees it. And this one. Kill him,

take him to his church, dump him in

the pulpit.

He's pleased with the idea. He heads back to the dacha.

12 INT. CONCERT HALL - DIRECTOR’S OFFICE/CORRIDOR - NIGHT 12

Some MUSICIANS sweep into the Director’s office, others are

at the entrance out into the corridor.

MUSICIAN 1

...she said “I only wear them at

the weekend”!

Laughter. Surprise as Andreyev steps out of the cupboard.

ANDREYEV:

Was the concerto recorded?

Was it recorded?! Say “yes” to me.

SERGEI:

Um... No.

Andreyev can barely breathe.

ANDREYEV:

Stop them leaving!

13 INT. CONCERT HALL - HALLWAY - NIGHT 13

Andreyev storms along corridor and down some stairs.

ANDREYEV:

Break their legs. Not that, but

anything else.

14 INT. CONCERT HALL - FOYER - NIGHT 14

Andreyev reaches the foyer and fights against the flowing

crowd and in to the hall were some musicians are packing up.

ANDREYEV:

Encore! Encore the whole bloody

thing! Don’t test me, you f***ing

idiots. Sorry. You’re very

talented. But please go back on.

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15 INT. CONCERT HALL - AUDITORIUM - NIGHT 15

The audience are leaving, among them the NERVOUS MAN. He's

keeping his eye on the NKVD man by the exit.

Andreyev rushes to the stage, and bangs a cymbal with a

flute, knocking aside music stands to get to the front.

ANDREYEV:

(to Security)

Lock the doors! Lock the doors!

(to everyone else)

Don't worry, no-one is going to get

killed. But I do need you to stay!

Everyone - musicians, audience - look at him. The nervous man

is sweating, terrified. Security guards block the doors. The

NKVD man remains inside.

16 INT. STALIN'S DACHA - DINING ROOM - NIGHT 16

A sparsely furnished dining room after a long night of

drinking and eating. Stalin is just sitting down at one end,

filling his pipe with crumbled cigarette tobacco. Malenkov

tops up everyone's glass.

KHRUSHCHEV:

You know, you put someone’s little

finger in a glass of water when

they’re asleep? They wet

themselves.

STALIN:

What next? Place a bar of chocolate

in their pocket, they’ll sh*t their

pants?

KHRUSHCHEV:

It’s biology, chief. We did it to

Polnikov in Stalingrad.

Beria joins them, picking up a tomato from the table.

BERIA:

Potato doing his war stories again?

(looking at his watch,

then to Molotov)

WELL before midnight. Pay up.

Molotov gets out some cash. They've clearly had a bet.

MOLOTOV:

You're bankrupting me, Nikita. This

is a capitalist conspiracy.

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MALENKOV:

What became of that old dog

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