Gorky Park Page #5

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# Where you're concerned my heart I sold

# It's so easy to fall in love

# It's so easy to fall in love

Let's go. All right?

- # Well shake it up, baby, now

- # Shake it up, baby

- # Twist and shout

- # Twist and shout

# Come on, come on,

come on, come on, baby, now

- # Come on, baby

- # Come on and work it on out...

Hey.

Who are you?

What are you doing there?

I said, what are you doing there?

This is a...

Stop! Militia!

Son of a b*tch!

Stay away.

An American.

Arkady?

Ah.

Who did it? What happened?

Was it Pribluda? Arkady?

No, no.

I think it was an American.

Christ.

CIA, you think?

Somebody with fists made of stone.

- More painkiller?

- Mmmm.

What are we doing in the kitchen?

You should lie down.

This is where you keep

your French brandy.

The way to do this is to imagine

they are your loved one...

these little creatures.

Oh, yes, we need them.

Don't the ones you love eat up your flesh?

"A member of the Komsomol brigade,

Valerya Davidova,

demonstrates a pelt

of a Barguzinsky sable

to visiting American... businessman...

Jack Osborne. "

And who's this?

A redhead?

It's rainin' outside,

in case you hadn't noticed.

Close the door.

No.

Throw it to my feet.

Empty your pockets on the bed.

Now take your coat off.

Throw it to the floor.

Trouser pockets.

- You're all alone, aren't you, Boris?

- Be still.

- What?

- Don't move.

Easy, Boris. Easy, easy.

It's my room. Why should I move?

Sit.

Easy.

Now tie your laces together.

What you gonna do now?

Pile the furniture on me?

If need be.

I should have killed you in the park.

Why?

- Cos that's where you killed my brother.

- Your brother?

So that's why...

I didn't kill him.

You or your friends. Makes no difference.

But you're the one that will pay for it.

A policeman from New York?

That's a gold shield, Boris. I'm a detective.

A detective? Lose your way, did you?

- I found you, didn't I?

- I didn't kill your brother.

But how are you gonna find the one

who did it? Or doesn't that matter?

I think you'll need a bit of help.

Tell me about the girl

in the newspaper cutting.

She was a friend of your brother's.

Perhaps she was killed with him.

Ask your comrades in the secret police.

No. Perhaps KGB did kill them.

But I want to find the killer.

But I need help. Why don't we

help each other, Mr Kirwill?

Sure. You on the outside and me on the

inside, looking at you through the bars.

A deal.

I won't arrest you.

You help me. How about it?

Go f*** yourself.

Wait a minute. How about my shield?

I'm gonna need that.

Not here, you won't.

VALERYA DAVIDOVA

JAMES KIRWILL:

A very good morning to you.

No, I've been up all night.

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