Fay Grim Page #5

I'll take the notebooks, please.

Drop the gun Amin and hand me the books!

Milla, how can this be! I trusted you!

There will be no peace before Israel

is safe within its borders!

All right, come on. Get her out of here.

Hello.

Hey Ma! You won't believe

what's just happened!

Carl just arrested Milla.

She was about to blow my brains out!

Fay?

Fay?

Miss Hopper?

Ca va?

It's all right, Miss. We'll take care of her.

- Sir.

- Picard?

He's been hit. Looks bad.

He's on the way to the hospital.

The Arab kid is wounded

and trapped in the alley.

Who gives a damn.

What about Konchalovsky?

- We lost her.

- F***!

They've apprehended the accomplice back

in New York.

Good. Keep me informed.

Fulbright! They were going to kill my son!

Fay, trust me,

we never would have let it go that far.

What?

Look what they did to her face.

- Is it bad?

- It becomes you.

Don't you dare flirt with me, Fulbright.

What happened in South America?

- What?

- And what's it got to do with Henry?

Who have you been talking to?

He mentions you by name. Twice.

I thought you hadn't read the Confessions.

Like I said, a little.

Once. By accident.

Yeah, I remember. Just the dirty parts.

He mentions you in the dirty parts.

Why are you asking this?

Because I want to know what's going on.

Oh yeah, since when?

Since you've decided you can use me

and my family as bait...

...for capturing some scary chick in high heels.

Henry was an operative of the CIA in Chile...

...during a time when it became necessary

for the United States...

- ...to help overthrow the government there.

- Why?

Why what?

Why'd we have to overthrow the government?

It was inappropriate

to the needs of the American economy.

Hey! Don't get all f***in' sensitive on me...

...that coat you're wearing was most likely made

by a bunch of seven year-olds in Kuala Lampur.

- Really?

- Damn straight.

And you don't see the Malaysians going out

and electing communist governments, right?

I don't know.

Exactly, you don't know...

Civilization, Fay...

Sh*t happens.

Henry had been a janitor

at the University in Santiago...

...with his eyes on the chief librarian job.

We led him to believe

that we could help him with that.

That is, in exchange for information

he could gather from the school

which was crawling for Russian "advisors".

But aren't the Russian's our friends now?

Nobody's our friend, Fay. Remember that.

Times change. Alliances shift.

Something we were proud of a year ago...

all of a sudden becomes something we've got to

apologize for in front of the United f***ing Nations.

Anyway, things went wrong.

Our contact in the military assassinated

the president's top general...

...and we were forced to back him up

and instigate a civil war.

Henry disappeared in all that.

It seems he was captured

by the opposition and tortured...

...forced to write a confession which reliable

sources indicate ran to something like 136 pages.

As far as we know, laying out the details of the

entire US espionage network in South America.

They tortured him?

Are you listening to me?

He was so afraid of pain.

You mean to tell me he never let

on to you about any of this?

Sometime he'd say things, but you know...

...Henry said all sorts of stuff.

It was hard to know what to believe.

Look Fay.

...look, I'm sorry we had to use you

and Ned to draw fire.

We've had Milla pegged for months nothing

would've happened to you or your son.

What about Angus?

Ok, I admit, that took us by surprise.

What we have to do now, though, is figure

out who exactly Konchalovsky's working for?

- The Israelis, apparently

- Impossible.

Whatever, Fulbright. It's your party after all.

Okay...

Suppose your right. How do you know this?

Andre told me.

Andre who?

You know, Andre from Afghanistan.

He sat next to me on the plane.

- Why didn't we know about that.

- Sir?

Get Washington on the line and tell them Andre

Soltani was in New York yesterday afternoon!

- Right.

- F***!

- Relax.

- Will you see him again?

Maybe.

I under-estimated you.

Imagine that.

What else did he tell you?

- Andre?

- Yeah.

He leaked your secrets to the Russians

back in Afghanistan.

Well, I knew that. I was feeding him

bad information anyway. What else?

Sir.

This just in from Tel Aviv.

Milla's a runaway agent of

the Israeli Secret Service.

Suspected operative of an ultra right

wing Zionist pressure group out of Brooklyn.

It's all Greek to me, Fulbright.

I'm going home.

Anything on Andre Soltani?

He was killed twenty minutes ago,

three blocks from here.

Shot in the stomach and hit by a car

When does she fly home?

First thing in the morning.

- Direct?

- Yes.

Notify the authorities.

Have her detained when she lands in New York.

- Suspected murder?

- No.

Espionage.

- Are you Bebe Konchalovsky?

- Yes.

I am Bebe Konchalovsky.

And I am in big trouble.

Come on, we got to get out of here.

He ruined me.

- Who did?

- Henry.

But I deserved it, I guess.

Fay, we are in love with the same man!

I do not love that man. Got it?

It was all just a...

Besides he's dead. They said so.

They're lying. And you are too.

You wouldn't be here

if you thought he was dead.

You wouldn't be here

if you didn't love him.

He's alive and he needs our help.

He did unspeakable things to me.

I'm sure he did.

Why?

I stole them.

I stole the Confessions.

I thought they were the notebooks

of the famous Simon Grim.

Sir, you'll have to stow your luggage

in the over head compartments

or let me store them in back.

What's in them?

Books.

That's all he's taking with him to Sweden,

a bunch of books.

A**hole.

Bebe, he's Simon Grim.

You mean the poet?

He's getting the Nobel Prize.

I fell in love at once.

He told me everything.

How he wanted to be alone.

How he was misunderstood.

How for him...

fame has become such a terrible burden.

A curse even.

He needed me to help him find some peace.

We drove all night and made it

to Berlin the next day.

I was tired of being a stewardess.

I knew some drug dealers in Paris

who would buy the notebooks...

...of the famous Simon Grim.

Don't worry about him.

He cheated me. He deserves worse.

I went to Hamburg and got a regular job.

Oh... the things he did to me.

You can not imagine.

I told him everything.

He forgave me.

And by then I loved him impossibly anyway.

Is that crazy?

No. Here, have another napoleon.

Thank you. I am so hungry.

And I have a sweet tooth,

which of course you know is not

so good for the figure of a stewardess.

And you never heard from him again?

No. And then those drug dealer

friends of mine told...

...everyone I am some kind of spy or something!

They think you're a terrorist.

Yeah, it's impossible.

I can't go anywhere with my actual hair color.

Is Bebe Konchalovsky your real name?

No... My name is Olga.

But call me Bebe. It's prettier.

Fay, please don't let

this Juliet woman find me.

If she catches me

they'll send me back to Chechnya.

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