Fay Grim Page #6

She told the government

I am a spy for the rebels there...

...helping with weapons.

But that was only once.

I had no idea.

I am not a spy. I am a stewardess.

Really! Sometimes a topless dancer...

...but really a stewardess. I was trained.

Look... take this money...

Go to the airport tonight.

Get a room at the hotel there...

...and meet me at the information center

tomorrow morning at 7 am. Okay?

I knew you would be good.

I just knew it.

You are my idol.

Hello?

Simon, the world is a mess.

It's your mother.

I just want a normal life, Simon.

A totally normal life.

That's impossible, Fay.

I know.

Fay, this toy that arrived in the mail.

- There's...

- Simon.

We might not be, you know, alone.

If you know what I mean.

Carl, she's onto us.

The... party was wild.

Our friend was there.

Yeah. When?

On Thanksgiving.

The new couch arrived.

Oh yeah? How's it look?

Foreign.

Goodnight, Fay.

You got to be kidding me!

Fay. Help me. Please.

Well, you see,

that's what you get for being a terrorist.

My arm is broken.

So's your leg, I think.

How'd you get away from those guys?

I have a mission. I must complete it.

Oh shut up, you can't even stand.

It must be set.

What?

I need your help.

I can walk with a stick.

You need help setting your arm, you mean?

Yes. Please.

Why should I help you?

Okay. Look...

You know how to do this?

You must pull my arm straight, then...

tie it to something so that it is... you know, bent.

Right.

At the elbow. I get it.

I saw this on TV.

You know this is gonna hurt, right.

I am a soldier of God.

Well that's a relief.

Bite into this.

Hold onto something.

You are a good woman, Fay.

Thanks.

Someday, when this is all over,

and we have destroyed Western civilization...

It's her. Juliet.

Fay, my life is worthless.

But don't allow her to have these books

Promise me.

Where are you hurt?

I was lucky...

It was just a flesh wound.

This is pretty bad.

I think we should get you to a hospital.

I've had worse.

I'll do it myself.

Help me to the bathroom.

Sorry.

Sacrifices need to be made occasionally.

Oh yeah? For what?

For a better world perhaps.

What kind of better world is made

by shooting a 14 year old boy in the head?

Children are dying all over the world, Fay.

Lift your leg.

Sh*t!

Those thing become human, Fay.

Some dirty work needs to be done.

Civilization ought to thank those of us

who are willing to do it.

Why is it whenever someone starts talking about

civilization I hear the sound of machine guns?

You Americans are soft.

Still, I appreciate your help.

I just don't want you to die in my hotel room.

I've got to sleep in here tonight

There. It's done.

Get out.

What happened to the porter?

- What?

- The Arab kid.

You were the last to see him.

He fell off the side of the building.

Here. I want you to have these.

Are they real?

Perhaps. Who knows?

The Arab kid has what I need.

I seem to have bled on your couch.

Actually, that's an ottoman.

You Americans,

you know all about home furnishings...

...but have no clue what's happening

in the world around you.

I know I don't want the killing to continue.

And you think that's generosity of spirit,

don't you?

I thought you liked Americans.

That's true.

It's said they can be so easily used.

She's on her way.

I'll see you in New York.

- Where is she?

- We don't know.

I swear to God, Fulbright,

if you've lost Fay we'll cripple you.

It was me.

My bright idea.

To create a series of convincing forgeries...

...of the confession Henry

was supposed to have composed

for the interrogators in Chile back in '73.

But the Russians caught on and followed suit.

And the British.

So did the Chinese.

Pretty soon the Pakistanis got hold

of a German translation...

...of a British forgery and followed

coded instructions found within it...

...to build a nuclear bomb that almost worked.

So you see, your Dad's masterpiece

is a collection of fakes...

...of a book that has never itself been written.

A self perpetuating literature of obfuscation,

hearsay... rumor,

innuendo, and out right lies.

A best seller for sure.

Settle down, you lunatics!

It's f***ing psychological terrorism.

A kind of germ warfare of the brain.

And we've got to get our hands on...

...whoever's orchestrating this.

Henry?

- Not necessarily.

- Who then?

Yesterday a freelance Russian spy,

an Iranian named Andre Soltani

was found shot to death in a Paris side street.

You think there's a connection?

Unfortunately, yes. I do.

Fay had been with him earlier in the day.

So?

You have anything to drink?

Thank you.

The bungled coup in South America got me in all

sorts of trouble with the brass back in Washington.

And, well, for my sins,

I was sent to the middle of nowhere.

Fulbright,

we're not clear on the American position.

Yeah, well, neither am I.

So, I've got to get over to the US Embassy...

...in Pakistan and find out.

I'll be back in a few days.

There may very well be a new government

here when you return.

No. Andre, can I give you my own

personal estimation of things?

Of course.

When the present government collapses,

there will be no new government.

Only chaos. Unless...

Unless what?

You've got to organize the rebels.

Get someone now, before the sh*t

hits the fan, who's reasonable.

And by reasonable you mean someone who

will do whatever the American's want him to do.

Yeah, well, maybe. Why not?

Look, Fulbright, there are reasonable men.

Even men who are not reasonable...

...but who will do whatever America wants.

But these are not the men

the people will listen to.

These are not the men the population will follow.

Who will they follow?

Jallal Said Khan.

And who's he when he's at home?

A garbage man from Kandahar.

He wrote this.

What is it?

A sort of manifesto,

written under the guidance of a foreigner

who is his closest adviser.

- Here in Kabul?

- No. In Herat.

The government had him imprisoned

for pornography as a result...

...but I managed to get him released.

It is a powerful document and

has attracted many followers to him.

Where is he now?

Jallal Said Khan?

In the north.

His group has been troublesome

for the Russians as they retreat.

Capturing weapons and even some tanks, I hear.

Is this foreigner with him?

It's hard to tell.

Who is he? The foreigner?

He got a name?

No way!

Incredible!

And he was gone from Mazar e Sharif...

...when I got there 2 days later.

But you found Jallal Said Kahn?

Yeah. But I couldn't get near him.

He was already an anti-western threat.

Pressure from his allies forced him

to split with Henry...

...whom our best intelligence has

crossing the border into Uzbekistan in 1989.

In the meantime, Said Kahn's

become a superstar Mujahedin...

A sort of cowboy holy man with a stolen AK-47.

You think Henry's working

with Said Khan again?

Connect the dots, Simon.

Henry to Khan, Khan to Andre.

And now... well, Andre to Fay.

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