Перед прочтением сжечь

Burn After Reading (2008)

++ Я английский бы выучил только за то, что им разговаривал Малкович. Ну, оооочень вкусная речь.

Carter Burwell - E...

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++ ...и душка Питт!

~ Too many f* words. Или "too many f* words" (особенно у Коэнов) не бывает?

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* CIA Superior: Palmer, what's up?
   CIA Officer: Not quite certain, sir, but it's messy. Kolyma Two tells us they have computer files from an ex-analyst of mine, Osborne Cox.
   CIA Superior: Kolyma Two?
   CIA Officer: Our man in the Russian Embassy.
   CIA Superior: Hmm.
   CIA Officer: They were brought in to them by a woman...
   CIA Superior: The Russians?
   CIA Officer: Yeah. It was brought in by a woman named Linda Litzke, an asso   CIAte of a guy named Harry Pfarrer. Picture's in the file, with Pfarrer's.
   CIA Superior: The Russians?
   CIA Officer: Yeah.
   CIA Superior: And who's Pfarrer?
   CIA Officer: Treasury guy who has been screwing Mrs. Cox. That must be how they got the files. Or maybe Ozzie knows about them. They all seem to be sleeping with each other.
   CIA Superior: All right. Spare me.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir, but this Treasury guy, it's become complicated. He just shot somebody in Ozzie's house.
   CIA Superior: Shot your analyst?
   CIA Officer: No, Ozzie wasn't there. Our man surveilling hears a gunshot, sees the guy wrestle something into his car. Follows him. He dumps a body in the Chesapeake Bay.
   CIA Superior: Well, what'd he do that for?
   CIA Officer: Don't know, sir.
   CIA Superior: For Christ sake, did anyone fish the body out?
   CIA Officer: Mmm-hmm.
   CIA Superior: And Russian? American?
   CIA Officer: Don't know. Scrubbed of I D.
   CIA Superior: And this Linda...
   CIA Officer: Linda Litzke.
   CIA Superior: Yeah, she's Treasury?
   CIA Officer: No. We're... We're fuzzy on her.
   CIA Superior: So we don't really know what anyone is after.
   CIA Officer: Not really, sir.
   CIA Superior: And this analyst, ex-analyst...
   CIA Officer: Cox.
   CIA Superior: Yeah. What's his clearance level?
   CIA Officer: Three.
   CIA Superior: Okay, no biggie. Just, for now, just keep an eye on everyone, see what they do.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir. And we'll interface with the FBI on this dead body.
   CIA Superior: No! No. God, no. We don't want those idiots bumbling around in this. Burn the body. Get rid of it. And keep an eye on everyone, see what they do. Report back to me when... I don't know, when it makes sense.

{ ... later ... }

* CIA Officer:
   CIA Superior: Wait. Wait a minute. Where is the Treasury guy? Pfarrer?
   CIA Officer: Right now?
   CIA Superior: Right now.
   CIA Officer: He is in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
   CIA Superior: Why?
   CIA Officer: He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his name
on a hot list. CBP pulled him in. Don't know why he was trying to go to Venezuela.
   CIA Superior: You don't know.
   CIA Officer: No, sir.
   CIA Superior: We have no extradition with Venezuela.
   CIA Officer: Oh! ... So what should we do with him?
   CIA Superior: For fuck's sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir. Okay.
   CIA Superior: Okay. So the gym manager is dead.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
   CIA Superior: The body is...
   CIA Officer: That's gone, sir.
   CIA Superior: Okay.
   CIA Officer: But there was a snag.
   CIA Superior: What?
   CIA Officer: Well, ... this analyst, Cox, was attacking the gym guy. ... It was in broad daylight, on the street. Our man did not know what to do. Felt he had to step in.
   CIA Superior: Yes?
   CIA Officer: He... He shot the analyst. He shot Cox.
   CIA Superior: Good. Great. Is he dead?
   CIA Officer: No, sir. He's in a coma. They don't think he's gonna make it. They don't think... They're pretty sure that he has no brain function.
   CIA Superior: Okay. Okay. If he wakes up, we'll worry about it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck. So, that's it then? No one else really knows anything. Okay.
   CIA Officer: Um... Well, sir, there is...
   CIA Superior: What?
   CIA Officer: There is the woman, the gym woman, Linda Litzke.
   CIA Superior: Oh! Fuck, yeah. God! Where is she?
   CIA Officer: We picked her up. We have her.
   CIA Superior: We have her? To do what with?
   CIA Officer: She says she'll play ball if we pay for some, ... I know this sounds odd, ... some surgeries... that she wants, cosmetic surgery. She says she'll sit on everything.
   CIA Superior: How much?
   CIA Officer: There were several procedures. Altogether they...
   CIA Superior: Pay it.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir. Okay. Yeah.
   CIA Superior: Jesus fucking Christ!
   CIA Officer: Yeah.
   CIA Superior: What do we learn, Palmer?
   CIA Officer: I don't know, sir.
   CIA Superior: I don't fucking know, either. ... I guess we learn not to do it again.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
   CIA Superior: I'm fucked if I know what we did.
   CIA Officer: Yes, sir, it's hard to say.
   CIA Superior: Jesus fucking Christ.

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