35
EXT. SOVIET EMBASSY, WASHINGTON – NIGHT 35
A stone mansion, wrought-iron gate. U.S.S.R. seal. Russian soldiers, stocky, square-faced, standing guard.
35A INT. SOVIET
EMBASSY CORRIDOR – MOVING SHOT – NIGHT 35A
High ceilings. Marble floors. Tapestries on walls. Paintings of generals on horseback, warships at sea.
CAMERA MOVES UP at a staircase to the second floor, down a corridor. Through half-closed door we
HEAR voices.
PREVLOV (V.O.)
Are these the photographs you told
me about?
MARGANIN (V.O.)
Yes, sir. These enlargements just
came in half an hour ago.
CAMERA ENTERS.
36 INT.
OFFICE 36
CAPT. ANDRE PREVLOV is behind his desk. His assistant, PAVEL MARGANIN, stands beside him.
Maps and blow-up photographs are spread on a desk. Prevlov is smooth and well-groomed, the antithesis of everything we associate with the Kremlin. He seems cultured and civilized. Marganin is neat, rigid and proper,
a solid career civil servant, total patience and a talent for detail. Marganin puts a large photo in front of Prevlov.
MARGANIN
These are the most recent satellite
photos of the area. Here’s Novaya
Zemlya and there’s the ship our trawler
sighted.
PREVLOV
(he studies the photos then points)
You see that? That configuration,
it’s an American Ship. Looks like a
whaler. About sixty miles off shore,
I’d guess . . .
(beat and still looking)
How about this, Marganin? Did you
notice this?
He points.
MARGANIN
Yes. But I can’t make it out.
PREVLOV
Look right here . . .
(beat, beat)
The silhouette. It’s a helicopter.
I’d say returning to the ship from
the island. Flying low to avoid radar
detection.
(after a beat)
So we have an American ship and
helicopter. Perhaps that explains
who killed our soldier. Would you
like some brandy?
MARGANIN
No. Thank you.
PREVLOV
No bad habits. Right, Marganin?
MARGANIN
(he’s embarrassed)
It’s not that. Brandy gives me a headache.
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