The Ghost

Okay, get myself together...

He pulled out a gun.

The Ghost disappeared into the alley...

Illuminated only by...

Only, only, only...

What was illuminating him?

For God's sake...

Only...

Illuminated only by the street light...

... the dim light of street lanterns.

Hell.

CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP

MAGNUM MOVIE COMPANY

present

KONSTANTIN HABENSKI

VLADIMIR MASHKOV

CHULPAN HAMATOVA

in the film of

KAREN OGANESYAN:

bTHE GHOST/b

Script

OLEG MALOVICHKO:

SERGEY YUDAKOV:

Director

KAREN OGANESYAN:

Get out of here.

Sasha, have your people gone mad?

See what they've done?

It was all white, and now it's all red.

"Suddenly the Ghost understood

that he has been unmasked."

- Are you drinking again?

- I don't drink, I consume for creative process.

To no avail.

It's crap.

Have you gone mad?

Wait.

Wait! Have you read it yourself?

- This?

- Yes.

I must've read this 5 times already.

- Good morning.

- Sasha, yes? - Yes.

Nice to meet you.

Yes, yes... I'm listening.

Please enter.

Jenya, please make us some coffee.

Maybe you should try writing

using both hands? Give it a try.

[Advertisement poster reads:

September 22nd presentation of new book

"Revenge of the Ghost."]

Dear customers.

On the top floor of our store you can get an autograph from the writer Anton Prachenko.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- What is your name?

- Ira.

Glorious name.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I read your book.

- How was it?

Total crap.

I regret wasting 100 rubles on it.

Earlier your writing was much better.

- What is your name?

- Egor.

You should read comics, Egor.

Maybe someone will like it.

Excuse me, but I'm not Sorokin...

Thank God...

That's alright.

Hello...

- What is your name?

- Anton.

Have you yourself ever killed?

- I do not understand.

- I ask have you yourself ever killed?

I am a writer.

I write books.

I wish you the same.

Dear customers.

On the top floor of our store you can get an autograph from the writer Anton Prachenko.

What's wrong?

Has something happened?

Wait...

- They are all killers?

- Professional ones.

This one at the bookstore

also a professional?

From the top ranks.

- Fulfilled the client's special request.

- What?

A bullet in the mouth.

- So he wouldn't talk...

- Look.

What were we talking about?

About nothing.

You haven't met him before?

Don't think so.

Okay.

Try to put together a composite sketch.

Today in the center of Moscow an audacious double murder took place.

In front of dozens of passersby Anatoly Shmelyov and his bodyguards were shot dead.

Shmelyov was supposed to be the main witness in the Filipp Yagorsky trial,

but the prosecution has not yet established a connection between those two facts.

"Revenge of the Ghost"

"Anton! Good luck!

Prachenko."

I think the eyes are wrong.

Not those.

I don't know...

Can we do different eyebrows?

So, how's it going?

Able to do it?

I can not remember.

He had this face...

Also he was in a baseball cap,

and it was dark.

I can't remember.

I see.

Leave a business card.

If you remember anything, please call.

At any time.

After the initial shock passes,

some details surface.

Please wait.

I wanted to ask...

Maybe it's silly...

But I would like to write about it.

If it's possible

to consult about it later.

You have a strange muse.

Stop creating a myth

around the Ghost murderer.

- Hi!

- Hi.

Come here.

What's the occasion?

A celebration...

- Romantic dinner.

- Dinner?

Wash your hands, take off your coat.

- But today is Tuesday.

- So what?

We can not see each other

only according to your schedule, right?

You're quite excited, I see.

Can you imagine that two people

were killed right in front of my eyes today?

"Imagine...

Two people killed... "

- It must be the new title of your book.

- No, it really happened.

I was signing books at a bookstore

and saw everything through a window.

It was so simple...

Simple and beautiful.

Most importantly it was completely different.

All my life I've been writing about this,

but I have never seen it, can you imagine?

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I'm okay.

I just have to write it all down right now

before I forget anything.

Let's have dinner

and then you'll write it all down.

Vika, once in a century

I'm having the urge to write.

Once in a century

I have made you dinner.

- Vika.

- What?

Maybe I should just leave?

Vika...

- Your favorite salad.

- Thank you.

Vika!

- You know I can't work when...

- And my favorite wine, right?

When someone is around.

You don't even remember

what day it is today!

Why I don't remember?

It's Tuesday.

Tuesday?

What are we celebrating today?

Exactly a year ago we met.

Exactly a year ago.

Do you know why you don't remember?

Because you don't care.

And you don't care about me too.

- Vika, you could have warned me earlier.

- And take your keys.

- Let me call a cab, Vika...

- Go work, don't be distracted.

The beginning, the beginning...

Yes, exactly.

He was lying down on the asphalt,

and his right arm was turned palm up.

As if the victim before his death had decided to turn up to the heavens for help.

The last thing he felt were the drops of rain on his face.

One fell into his mouth,

and he felt its taste.

The intense taste of moisture

and childhood.

Yes?

Yes, yes...

I just...

I'm stuck in traffic.

I'll be there soon.

Damn...

What are you honking for?

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