Dying of the Light Page #6

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My father knew him.

No, Nasser... Nasser executed him.

It was too late.

- 45. 38.

- It was too late.

Fundamentalism,

- Mr. Lake, of the prophet...

- 170.

- ...was social justice!

- 38.

Better schools, better jobs, Mr. Lake.

This doesn't just... just end.

Are you still a believer?

Do you still believe?

I don't. My faith, it was...

it was taken from me.

You think I'm playing

games with you, Mr. Lake?

You think we are playing games?!

- My name is Charles Ruchowski...

- While mullahs, ayatollahs, they get rich.

They have their orgies,

imprison their opponents.

- Why? Why?!

- I'm Charles Ruchowski.

My name is Charles Ruchowski.

I'm a representative

for spirit systems.

The only hope

for Islam now is Marx.

Social justice.

We like the fear.

I like the fear. I like the fear.

Our believers, not so many.

No, the truly dangerous people

are the ones who follow orders.

Do you think it made any difference?

What you did! You!

Do you?

Now, what is the name

of the source, Mr. Lake?!

You are sick too.

I see it, your face.

You have a disease of the blood.

My disease is in the brain.

What sort of disease?

I'm forgetting things.

There is a lot to forget.

It's the time for prayer.

Will you... please help me?

No, I won't do that!

So...

So what are you going to do... to do?

I'm going to leave.

- Just like that?

- Just like that.

- Ma'a Salama.

- Ma'a Salama.

Evan.

Milt.

What happened?

- Was it worth it?

- Yeah, it was worth it.

You should've heard him scream.

Put the car in gear.

God, I hate this time of day.

It's the worst.

You want to have a drink?

Outside. Let's walk.

Later on... you wanna talk about it?

- What are you gonna do?

- Go home, I guess. So should you.

- What home?

- Oh come on, don't be melodramatic.

You'll retire. You're young,

there's tons of things you could do.

Or don't retire.

They won't put it together...

Bucharest, Mombasa.

They won't want to.

Nah. It was always my dream to...

Salaam Alaikum, a**hole.

That boy you shot was my friend.

What the f*** does that mean?

- Come closer. Come on.

- Okay.

What the hell are you doing here?

Haven't you heard?

The C.I.A. fell from the Berlin

wall and all the president's men

can't put it back together again!

It's broke! Not reliable.

Not trustworthy.

Can't stand up to the

white house. Backstabbers.

Watching porn, tapping phones.

Best and brightest quit or retired.

What in the name of Jesus Christ nailed

to the cross are you doing here?

Values.

The C.I.A. has taken some hits,

some deserved.

We've been down on the canvas,

but we're on our feet again,

because we've got no choice and

because our country needs us

and because we've got what?

Values.

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