Fay Grim Page #4

I'm not so sure.

Father, you know

I think this might be Arabic.

I am happy to say

they are not the words of the prophet.

But you can read it, right?

Yes I can.

But not because it's Arabic. It's Turkish.

- No!

- Oh yes.

Let me see that.

Am I wrong?

Well... No.

Maybe.

It says... how to translate?

It's a complaint.

The truth teller...

it's much more than that...

the one who says what is...

...will always be... what?

Odds with the world... against the grain.

An honest man is always in trouble.

Yes. In fact, yes, that is a rough,

but accurate translation.

Simon!

What is it?

An honest man is always in trouble.

That's the first line of Henry's Confession.

This is not just an orgy, Simon.

It's a harem.

Don't worry. It's just a precaution.

Having just narrowly escaped...

...death by torture in Chile during

the overthrow of the government there...

Henry surfaces in Nicaragua amazingly

and accidentally...

...as a double-agent for the Sandinistas

and the US backed Contras.

Soon enough, he's wanted dead

or alive by both sides.

Pursued by as he says the infernal "F" whom

I think we can take to mean Agent Fulbright.

He crosses Honduras, enters Belize,

and at the last possible minute...

...is given safe passage to Cuba by

some Hungarian Communists who later claim...

...that Henry sold them information about

the Iran Contra guns for hostages scandal.

Which later, here, in part 7, Henry denies,

claiming he knew nothing about it...

...and that the Hungarians were only

interested in his radical re-interpretation...

of Blake's Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

and, it seems certain of his chemistry experiments.

For which reason,

they promptly fly him to Bucharest.

Thanks, Milla.

Henry was a chemist?

More to the point, Father,

how old a chemist was Henry?

He drank too much and smoked constantly.

He slept little, ate badly, and lived hard.

It's difficult to say but Henry could

have been a ravaged man in his early 30's...

...or a well preserved 50 year old.

Didn't he have a driver's license, Simon.

- A passport?

- Not that I know of.

Hold on... Here it is.

Their marriage certificate.

What's it say?

Husband's date of birth, 1591.

A common error.

Surely he mean 1951.

That would make sense, right?

Barely, let me see that.

My American friend has a reservation.

Miss Hopper.

Like the painter.

Oh yes, Miss Hopper.

We have your luggage already in your room.

May I ask you for your passport?

May she place an item in the hotel safe?

Bien Sur.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry about this Fay. I really am.

So am I like, you know,

a hostage or something?

This is your receipt. Your passport.

This gentleman..will show you to your room.

Have a pleasant stay Miss Hopper.

You are not a hostage.

But you would not be safe if anyone

knew you were in Paris with these books.

I wish we had met under

different circumstances.

Me too...

Vous etes extraordinary.

Thanks.

Madam?

Yes?

Where are you?

I don't know.

Another hotel. Some other part of town.

Where are the books?

In the Hotel safe.

I have the receipt.

What's happening?

Don't worry. I'll find you.

Keep the phone on. I can trace it.

- Simon it's me.

- Fay...

...you should not have done this.

I had to get you out of prison,

Simon and see it worked.

Now Ned can get home schooling from a you

and I won't have to send him to reform school.

Listen, Fay,

this Agent Fulbright

has not been telling you the truth.

I don't care!

I'm just so glad that you're out of prison, Simon!

Fay. Henry's alive.

Fay?

Simon.

I'm sorry I realize that...

I was just getting used to the idea

that he was you know... dead.

- He isn't.

- How do you know that?

How can any of us know that?

This toy, this binocular thing

that came in the mail...

Hold on. There's someone at the door.

- Hello?

- Fay, it's me.

Andre?

Fay, please. We must talk.

Hold on, Simon.

- Simon, I gotta call you back.

- No, Fay wait.

Your contact is an imposter.

Fulbright's been tricked.

You know about Fulbright?

I worked with him in Afghanistan.

I was, in fact, a double agent...

...leaking his secrets to the Russians.

But he doesn't know that.

So what, you're like a spy or something?

You sound disappointed.

I thought you liked me.

I do.

I do like you.

That's why I feel I must warn you.

About what?

This woman who contacted you,

her name is Juliet...

...she's an agent of the Israeli Secret Service.

And so, is that like a bad thing?

Your husband seemed to know a good deal

about global satellite positioning systems.

Really?

Does that surprise you?

Each of those books you read today,

when placed side by side...

...list the exact coordinates of three US

satellites over a 10 month period in 1994.

Towards the middle of each,

certain words are written in red ink.

That's right.

But she told me to look

for a blue paragraph on page 17...

- With the third sentence in quotations.

- Right.

Proof that its the wrong book.

A decoy.

And it's not, is it?

There was no blue paragraph in either of them.

Now she knows they're real.

She will come for them.

You're in great danger

What's the big deal about

these satellite coordinates anyway?

They indicate the location of

an Israeli nuclear missile base.

And that's what, not allowed?

It's a violation of treaty?

- The missiles?

- And the satellites.

Look, I want to give you these.

Books one and two

of your husband's Confession.

The Russian Secret Service extorted them

from the North Koreans.

Who were led to believe

they contained instructions for scrambling...

...the radar for American Spy planes.

Why are you doing this?

Convince your friend Angus James to part

with the volume in his possession...

...book six. We know he has it.

You shot Angus.

Not myself, personally.

I'm sorry.

We needed to impress him.

Henry was working at a top secret facility

near Bucharest in 1988.

He disappeared driving a truck

carrying two tons of a poison no one else

in the world even knows about yet.

- It's still missing.

- You're lying! I knew the man.

I was married to him.

He was never in these places!

There was a scandal. I don't know the details.

A girl, her mother, the girl's cousin.

Anyway...

Think about it.

Think about Angus.

We need book six.

You will go to the concierge and present

your receipt for the item you placed in the safe.

Once you have received the item, we will

cross the lobby and enter the service staircase.

I will take the item and descend it

to the parking garage.

You'll continue to your room.

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

There is a gun at your son's head

this very moment.

Pull yourself together. Let's do this.

It'll be over in a minute.

Mademoiselle?

Oh it's nothing. Sorry.

A man was just run over in the street.

I'd like the package I put in the safe please.

Shall I keep these?

Yeah sure, whatever. Thanks.

Well done.

Au revoir. Now, don't get me wrong.

I like Americans.

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