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Lovett: “Did that seem odd to you?”
Die takes out the small white business card from his right jacket pocket, on it is printed
Джек Фрост.
Eight men in black suits rush from the door at the top of the stairs and down the stairs and alarm bells start ringing loudly.
Die: “Yes… A bit.”
The last notes of the dance of the sugar plum fairy plays.
Cut to outside the Russian Embassy in London. The woman in the sliver dress walks out of the front door quickly but calmly and towards the front gates. She goes through the gates and into the street; she glances behind her; she sees no one and runs down Kensington Palace Gardens, to a parked black Porsche 911, she gets in the driver’s side and the car drives off.
Cut back to Lovett and Die still standing where they were in the large state room; the men in black suits are ushering people from the room. Die is slipping the business card back into his pocket as a beautiful young woman wearing a white dress with a small Bluetooth ear piece and mic in her ear. She stops in front of them and holds both hands in front of her waist.
Woman in white dress -with a slight Russian accent-: “Detective Lovett, Agent Six-Seven. The Blue Wolf would like a private word with you both: If you would be kind enough to follow me please?”
Die: “Of course, lead the way.”
The woman in the white dress turns and walks to the right hand side stair case. The camera is moving backwards facing the woman in the white dress with Lovett and Die behind her. Lovett looks at Die in despair, shakes her and sighs loudly. Die looks at Lovett.
Die: “What? How is this my fault?”
Lovett: “Name me one time it wasn’t your fault?”
Die thinks
Die: “Remember Genevieve? It was you that insisted on going into that bank.”
Lovett: “That was pure coincidence! And wasn’t likely to cause an international incident with the Russians was it?”
Die: “Neither will this.”
Lovett: “Yeah right.”
They are walking up the stairs and the woman in the white dress is smiling slightly. Lovett elbows Die gently and whispers.
Lovett: “Who is The Blue Wolf?”
Die: “An old friend.”
Lovett: “Oh great.”
Die: “What now?”
Lovett: “Well it just that all your ‘old friends’ seem to want to kill you.”
Die: “She did stab me in the leg once… when we were in bed together as I recall.”
Lovett: “What?!”
They are now at the top of the stairs and the camera moves round to behind all three of them and woman in the white is trying very hard not to laugh. The woman in the white dress opens the big door and they all walk through as Die says.
Die: “I did kind of deserve it really.”
Lovett is looking at him opened mouthed.
Die: “Don’t worry, it was long time ago. Everything is fine now… I think.”
The door closes in front of us and fade to black.
Fade from black to: the woman in the white dress, Lovett and Die are walking into the room where the Faberge egg was. A beautiful woman with short sliver grey hair (I am thinking Jamie Lee Curtis) in a black dress with gold embroidery is standing by the glass case. She turns and sees Die and spread her arms wide and moves towards him.
Blue Wolf –a very slight hint of a Russian accent-: “Oh Pórta how wonderful to see you. It’s been too long my boy.”
Die moves forward and hugs Vasilisa
Die: “Vasilisa, you look amazing.”
Vasilisa: “The Wolf is getting long in the tooth I’m afraid.”
Die: “Never, my darling.”
They stop hugging and take a step back and look at each other. Lovett is looking from one to the other.
Vasilisa: “Still as charming as ever you were my boy.”
Lovett: “Boy?”
Vasilisa looks over to Lovett
Vasilisa: “He was younger than you are now when first we met. You must be the infamous detective Lovett I have heard so much about.”
Vasilisa holds out a hand for Lovett to shake and looks at Die with a knowing smirk. Lovett moves and shakes Vasilisa hand.
Lovett: “You’ve heard of me?”
Vasilisa: “Oh yes I keep a close eye on ‘enemy agents’…”
Lovett: “I’m not an…”
Vasilisa: “I joke my dear! Let me introduce myself. I am Vasilisa Sokolova of the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation. I am also known as Blue Wolf…”
Vasilisa nods towards Die
Vasilisa: “… We don’t go in for silly numbers like you British.”
They stop shaking hand as the let go of each other hands..
Lovett: “You’re KGB?”
Vasilisa: “Ha, oh dear me no, there has been no KGB since the failed coup d’état in December nineteen ninety one.”
Die pulls out the white business card out of his pocket.
Die: “Talking of December ninety one, you should see this Vasilisa. The woman in the sliver dress slipped it into my pocket.”
Die hands Vasilisa the cards; she looks at it
Vasilisa: “Sliver dress?”
She hands the card to the woman in the white dress who looks at it.
Vasilisa: “What do you think Faina?”
Faina takes the card and looks at it
Faina: “This is not possible.”
Faina then hands the card to Lovett who looks at it and pulls a face.
Lovett: “What does it say?”
Faina: “It translates as ‘Jack Frost’.”
Lovett: “I’m guessing by the looks on your faces that is bad thing?”
Vasilisa: “It should not be.”
Vasilisa looks at Die intently.
Die –to Lovett-: “I’ll explain later.”
Lovett nobs slightly to him.
Die –to Vasilisa-: “What was stolen?”
Vasilisa: “The Blue Ice Fabergé egg.”
Die: “Where did you find that?!”
Vasilisa: “Not important. But what is important is that the Snow Flake egg and The Winter Egg are both also here in London right now.”
Die: “The Snow Fake has been found too?”
Vasilisa: “Do you not read the papers anymore Pórta!? It is going to be auctioned at Christie’s London; a special late night auction on Christmas Eve!”
Die: “Oh. And why on earth is The Winter Egg here?”
Vasilisa: “You don’t keep up with the news at all do you? It is on loan to the British Museum. I am disappointed in you my boy.”
Die looks over to Lovett who is holding the business card in her hands and fiddling with it and he looks back at Vasilisa.
Die: “This is really weird Vasilisa.”
Vasilisa: “I am given to understand that ‘weird’ is what you two do best.”
Lovett and Die look at each other and Lovett shrugs
Lovett: “An Easter Egg hunt at Christmas does sound like us.”
Die –to Vasilisa-: “How can we help?”
Vasilisa smiles and winks at Lovett and looks back at Die.
Vasilisa: “How is your leg Six-Seven?”
Lovett sighs heavily. Fade to black.