Roskov book 17, p.25
Roskov, Book 17, page 25
‘You arrived here with an FBI escort…’
‘There were some raised voices in the White House last night, and I got a late call, and someone got told off … because given the Tigenheart investigation I should have had an FBI escort for my visit here.’
‘Hell yes,’ a lady agreed. ‘It’s going to be one of the largest investigations in our history, we could see hundreds of people arrested.’
I told her, ‘Hopefully fewer tax avoidance schemes afterwards, less money laundering by your politicians.’
‘They’re all crooks,’ a lady put in. ‘Nothing will ever change in Washington.’
‘My interest was not Tigenheart, and a week ago I had never heard of him, my interest was the bank, and it’s link to Harry Stanulou.’
‘CIA are after him now,’ a lady put in. ‘He murdered a US senator, and maybe with Serbian agents…’
‘A bit of a twist, yes, but Stanulou is a very cautious man, and hard to find, even for your CIA.’
‘So you were here to film with Spielberg?’
‘Yes, my part in the Kudulov story, and Kudulov took his own life in the hotel that I’m staying in, and the last thing he did was to come and meet me in the hotel bar, a cryptic chat, and off he went.
‘He told me … that if he could choose where he would die, it would be in a nice hotel between crisp white sheets.’
‘And he links to you because you saved Katerina Mary, and she’s his granddaughter…’
‘Yes, a mystery, because he drew up the papers to hand control of his charity to me before the plane crash, and he was said to have been shocked when he saw me on the TV, and then shocked to find out about his granddaughter – her birth unregistered at the time.’
‘You control direction for the corporation as well…’
‘Yes, I control general direction and we now have many business dealings together on the French island of Corsica.’
‘And how much did you inherit in Sweden?’
‘The mysterious old house and the treasure was left to me, but I handed all of the money to charity, more than a billion dollars.’
The audience gasped.
‘You weren’t tempted to keep some for yourself?’
‘I have all I need, and as Jesus once said: your richness is measured in the faces of the family that you see when you wake.’
The audience applauded me.
‘But you’re not a religious man…’
‘No, I’m a socialist, and I believe that mankind must stand on its own two feet, and that Christian acts are measured in what’s achieved, not time spent singing in church.’
‘You’re now an Honorary Cardinal in the Vatican Church…’
‘I am, but just for the purposes of investigating Catholic priests and firing them. In Britain I fired more than thirty priests, most of whom committed suicide rather than face a prison sentence followed by life outside the church.’
‘And in Boston you’re involved with the victims of Catholic priests from Ireland…’
‘Yes, a dark stain on the history of Ireland, but one that we can – hopefully – consign to the history books and put behind us.’
‘You’re investigating more priests?’
‘Yes, all around the world, and many will be fired from the church and sent to prison.’
‘Moving on to more pleasant topics, we had a copy of your massage video and we recruited a few willing test subjects, and they’re in the audience.’
Chairs were brought out and couples sat on them beside us.
The lady checked her notes. ‘OK, Todd and Cherry. Cherry, did Todd get it right?’
‘The first massage was a bit stop-start, but I made him watch the video a few times.’
The audience laughed.
I cut in, ‘You let him watch it alone?’
The audience laughed louder.
‘Once with me, and a few times alone, yes, after which he wanted to have sex.’
‘And how was the latest attempt at the massage?’ a panel lady asked.
‘That was much better, yes, so he’s in credit now.’
The audience laughed.
I asked, ‘What does he want to do with his credit?’
‘He likes spicy food, which I hate, so he can go eat some with his mates and have a few beers Friday.’
‘A happy bargain,’ I noted. ‘I should have labelled the video as marriage counselling.’ They laughed. ‘Todd, do your thumbs get sore?’
‘They did, but now I don’t use my thumbs so much, and it’s as you said: if you’re hurting you’re doing it wrong. So I ease back and stroke the skin more not squeeze.’
A panellist asked, ‘Bill and Mary. Mary, did Bill get it right?’
‘He got halfway through a good massage but then could wait no longer and jumped on me.’
The audience laughed loudly.
‘Bill, it’s for her enjoyment not yours!’ a panellist admonished.
‘I’m getting better at it now,’ he insisted. ‘But Mary likes to get the buzz on afterwards as well and … time flies. We started at seven o’clock one night and the next thing we knew it was midnight.’
‘Makes you hungry as well,’ I put in.
‘Oh hell, yes, we both had large pizzas.’
The audience laughed.
‘Sue and Josh. Sue, did Josh make you pass out?’
‘He had started to have massage lessons when we first heard about Roskov giving massages to ladies, so he was quite good before, and now he’s brilliant – so I never let him go out anywhere without me or ever talk to other girls.’
The audience laughed.
‘Josh, no wandering!’ a panellist joked.
‘We’re engaged, and we have a house together, so no wandering no,’ he admitted with a smile.
I asked, ‘And Josh, what do you do when you’re in credit?’
‘Well, that’s embarrassing. I build custom dog and cat houses and sell them, and painting them relaxes me, but Sue likes some of my time and hates the smell of paint, so now she has to let me paint the dog houses without complaint.’
The audience laughed loudly.
‘Josh, you’re definitely going to go to heaven,’ I told him, the audience and panel laughing. ‘People that are kind to dogs go to heaven, but smell bad when it rains.’
A panellist asked, ‘Sue, did you pass out?’
‘I did, yes, and now Josh has it just right, but when I finally wake up he sometimes smells of paint.’
Smiling, I told her, ‘He could be drinking and gambling, so you’re lucky to have him stay at home and paint. Do you have a massage table?’
‘Yes, we bought one, and the legs are adjustable, and we got the height just right.’
‘That’s important,’ I told them. ‘And the massage music?’
‘Off a tape that has a bamboo picture on it,’ Josh answered. ‘And we got us some of that expensive oil that smells nice. Regular oil is like six bucks, but the good stuff is like fifteen bucks.’
‘The ambience is important,’ I told him. ‘Does she talk during the massage?’
‘Not any more no, we have us our rules.’
I pointed at the final man. ‘Does your lady talk?’
‘She did, yeah, but not so much now, and she has herself a glass of wine first. But it’s like you say in the video, ya’ll got to avoid it when you get home from work, need to unwind first and stop cursing people.’
I faced the lead lady panellist. ‘What are you like when you get home?’
‘Oh god, my husband has learnt to avoid me – he hides.’ The audience and panel laughed. ‘I need a wine, and to watch the TV news and to shout and scream at a few people, then I’m OK.
‘And if you live in New York and suffer the traffic you need that wine when you get in, and to shout some. And here they have these petty rules about not shooting people that annoy you.’
The audience laughed.
‘I generally ignore those rules,’ I quipped. ‘But I have staff to do it for me.’ I asked, ‘How many of you have tried the Vagifem cream?’
The four girls raised hands and nodded.
One girl admitted, ‘I follow my mother, and I have cystitis two or three times a year.’
The second girl explained, ‘I find that it helps, not just with odour.’
The lead lady panellist put in, ‘I swear by it for all sorts of irritations.’
I cut in, ‘It’s not designed for medicinal use, just odour, but it attacks the bacteria that creates odour, so I guess that it may attack many types of bacteria.’
A panellist put in, ‘My friend swears by it, and she ain’t leaving the house in the morning without it.’
I began, ‘I have a following, amongst Italian Catholics, and when I released the Claudia film a few nuns and priests bought it by mistake.’
The panel and audience laughed loudly.
‘And now this video features me … so I think a few Italians will buy it by mistake.’
A panellist began, ‘My niece, she recently had her first orgasm from sex with a man, and she’s twenty-four. Just goes to show how lazy some men are.
‘She got the video, and her boyfriend watched it, and he did the massage and she screamed the house down.’
The audience laughed.
I noted, ‘There are many men that focus on finishing quickly, and don’t yet realise that slow is more fun for the man.’
‘In Britain you started a campaign: no sex on the first date, always use a condom, ask questions. So we’re backing that campaign, all good advice.’
‘In this day and age of AIDS … it’s needed,’ I put in. ‘And the man in London who wanted to kill as many women as he could … we traced his partners and … they were all a bit loose, shall we say, a bit free and easy with who they slept with, and without a condom.’
‘And now they’ll pay with their lives,’ a panellist noted.
‘Yes, a slow death over fifteen years, no family, no retirement plan, which is why passing the disease should result in a person being thrown in jail.’
The audience applauded me.
I added, ‘In Britain we do now throw the men in prison for life, because if you tell a policeman or doctor that you want to kill as many women as you can … you get locked away under our mental health laws.
‘But the police in south London were warned, a year ago, a formal statement made but they ignored it.’
‘Are the victims suing the police?’
‘Some wish to, yes, and their parents wish to, but it’s a new area and our laws don’t quite cover it. If you kill someone quickly you go to prison. Take fifteen years to die slowly … and that’s not murder at the moment, but I am trying to change the law.’
‘We’re out of time, so thank you our massage couples, and thank you Ricky Roskov for your service to women around the world.’
They applauded me loudly as I smiled.
After a chat to the couples and after posing for many snaps I headed back to the hotel with my FBI posse, some of whom had bought the video.
Jenny called me at 5pm. ‘Can you do a walk-on?’
‘If it will stop your shouting at me, yes.’
‘Tomorrow, a few made-up lines. I have a family function tonight, so I may kill myself before 9pm.’
‘Just relax, and imagine a nice massage from me, and I’m sure that your family are not that bad.’
‘Do you want to come tonight?’ she challenged.
‘Fuck no.’
‘Coward.’
‘They’re your family, you’re the one that’s supposed to suffer.’
‘Thanks a bunch. Stay in your room and stay the hell away from trouble, Mister!’
‘Yes mum.’
I did stay away from trouble, I sat with some of the crew and we watched the whole movie, but it was one of those movies with the seconds seen counting up at the bottom of the screen.
It started with the New York hotel scene, his death, and then with me reading his life story.
At one point I noticed a modern car, the scene set in the 1970s and I showed the crew. I had a few comments to make, and a few small criticisms.
The movie had started off in a happy family home in Estonia, soon the Germans seen marching down the street, then it switched to the death camps.
Ari’s father hides him under the hut, the family are all killed as the Russian Army approaches, and Ari is left in the ruins of the camp with the bodies, holding hands with his dead mother for hours.
He finally walks off, a look back, and he began his horrific barefoot journey to the coast.
We see him claim his father’s farm and start a small business, learning some French, buying and selling farm produce. He then has his fateful meeting with a man that takes him around the local town and shows him the shop windows.
The man explains, ‘People will always need food, there will always be birthdays, marriages and deaths, and people will always need a place to sleep. Wars come and go, things change, but the basic things never change, and people will always spend well for a wedding, a funeral, or a birthday.’
Ari gets the idea, and he opens a shop, seen working very long hours. He has a romantic interlude, but his long work hours get in the way.
He soon has six shops, and a warehouse and distribution service, then an import business, his first ship hired.
The actor suddenly changes, Ari now forty years old, on Corsica and living well. But Ari cannot sit still and relax for long, always working.
He has brief relationships, including with Luka’s mother, and he builds his empire with a ruthless attitude.
He’s soon very rich, he has a driver and bodyguard, many houses, a shipping line, a warehouse in Corsica, and he makes good money by finding land to buy if it is near a future development. He buys much of the land near the planned new airport in Marseille and opens a warehouse there, a killing made.
It jumps ahead to the old man, seen in the vast and splendid Kudulov Estate, Ari walking the grounds and enjoying the flowers. Then comes the cancer diagnosis, and everything changes. He changes, and his life slows right down.
He sees me on the TV, and then discusses creating a charitable trust, and he names me as the beneficiary of that charitable trust.
He is then shocked to see me on the TV after the plane crash, and a week later his staff inform him about Luka and the baby, Ari left shaken and seen collapsing into a chair.
He’s then seen to be glued to the TV news, his staff bringing him newspaper articles about me. He signs a final document, my name seen in that document.
We jump to the New York hotel scene again, and he holds hands with his mother and dies. I finish the story and need a drink, and the movie ends with young Ari seen walking out of the death camp, a look back, a change to black and white and a fade out.
I faced the crew as we turned off the tape machine. ‘The movie is supported by the current TV news and the Katerina Mary story, and this adds to the mystery of it. If it was shown by itself it would make little sense, but the people that might see this in the cinema already know the background to it.’
It was late, and I needed a cold beer in my room, and to sit and think about the pain that he had endured. I had grown up in a warm and loving family, a family that were downright boring. But when it came to the right environment for raising kids well, boring was good and death camp trauma was bad, definitely bad.
When I finally went to bed I ran a hand over the crisp white sheets, and I could imagine his last moments, but from my perspective it was hard to associate with his pain; I had benefitted from that boring family life.
A walk-on role
At 10am I arrived at the same “Coffee Shop” studios that we had shot at before, “uptown” and not “down town”, and in a shit area of New York. The crew greeted me, many questions fired at me about the hotel shootout and about Tigenheart as we had coffee, and I was finally handed a script with my sections marked in red.
I read the scene and it was straight forwards, I stated my words out loud a few times and then sat in make-up for ten minutes, even though I did not need much make-up.
They had me sign the disclaimer and copyright notice, and we were finally ready.
‘Action!’
The elevator doors open and I’m stood there. Jenny is shocked and pleasantly surprised, she steps in, the doors close, I grab her and kiss her.
Next scene, and I’m in the lift with Jenny, no kissing. ‘You were day dreaming,’ I tell her.
‘Huh? Was I? Thinking about work, not kissing.’
‘Kissing?’ I query with a slight grin.
‘Did I say kissing?’
‘You did.’
‘Slip of the tongues.’
I frown. ‘Slip of the tongue, singular?’
‘That’s what I said.’
The elevator doors open and she walks off.
Next scene, and she steps into the elevator, we start to make out, we descend, the doors open and her boss stands shocked.
Next scene, and Jenny is in the elevator next to her boss.
‘You were day dreaming,’ her boss states.
‘Huh? Was I? I was just thinking about the spring line of swimwear, not Roskov, no.’
Her boss stares at her, the doors open, and there I am. Her boss states, ‘Ah, Ricky, come in and take your clothes off.’
‘What?’ Jenny hisses at her boss.
Next scene, and Jenny is in the elevator with a friend.
‘You were day dreaming,’ her friend noted.
‘Huh? Was I?’ Just thinking about the spring swimwear, and what would look good on Roskov.’
The friend frowns hard at Jenny.
It was a wrap, and now 5pm, and I could understand how Jenny found these days to be exhausting. We left at the same time, Jenny in need of a massage, so she hinted.
At the hotel she dumped her “day bag” and script, and we were soon in the shower and washing each other, my cock getting a keen soapy suck.
In robes, and still damp, Jenny hit the wine as we discussed today’s shoot, and she needed this wind-down time, as my massage video highlighted.
