Читать книгу A Tricky Game - Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova - Страница 17

MacBride undoes the lock and pushes the door open.

Pavel, holding a large grocery bag in his arms, steps back, as the door swings by.

PAVEL

Hey, I’ll need to fix you a Russian cure for that hangover!

INTERCUT

Pavel goes to the coffee table. Clearing the empty beer cans and dirty plates off it, he puts his grocery bag down and starts unpacking it.

INSERT —

a big jar of pickles, a bottle of vodka, and a Stolichnaya sausage.

BACK TO SCENE

MacBride sits down on the sofa. The note still in his hand, he glances at it then pushes it toward Pavel.

MACBRIDE

I had a note delivered to me.

Taking his coat off, Pavel joins MacBride on the sofa.

PAVEL (CONT’D)

(reading the note)

So, they want you to go to her flat and wait?

MACBRIDE

Looks like it.

PAVEL

Looks more like bullshit to me.

MACBRIDE

If this looks like bullshit to you then why would they want me to go there?

PAVEL

No idea, man.

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