Fay Grim Page #8

I suppose you lock up everyone you need.

Incarcerate all your friends.

If I have to, yes.

There's too much at stake.

Listen. The wood, the books,

materials of every kind...

...they've been hard to get.

Our supplies have been cut off.

We're hoping for support from

our contacts across the border in Iran

I may have to return.

- To Afghanistan?

- Yes.

Are you crazy?

The time has come to stop hiding.

You'll be decimated.

There will be set backs, losses, I agree.

In the short run.

But in the long run...

They will see we can manage.

They will not be able to beat us down forever.

There is a better way.

Even you... even you came back, Henry.

I was just passing through, Jallal.

I was in trouble and you owed me favors,

whether you care to admit it or not.

Don't pin any medals on me, please.

Besides, that's just the way I am.

I gravitate to the lowest

common denominator.

On principle.

Go ahead. Insult me.

There was a time when you said

I could do no wrong.

It's true.

You were extraordinary.

I don't pretend to understand either

your religion or your politics.

...but you used to be a sensible dude.

And now look, me... your best friend.

I'm your prisoner.

Henry, you're a fugitive criminal.

An alleged murderer.

A mistake. I regret it.

But what's done is done.

Of course, when you came to me,

desperate and hurt... I took you in.

But now our friendship is well known

to intelligence agencies all over the world.

Go ahead and complain about it

why don't ya'...

And now you are not merely a wanted criminal,

but are suspected of being an American traitor.

Some of their best citizens

have been described thusly.

But, now, the worst thing possible...

you're famous!

A legend. Yes, the mythic mentor

of the notorious Simon Grim.

- Really?

- It's true.

A new trend. A sensation even.

We saw it on CNN.

You see!

They have to bludgeon a man into obscurity

before they'll acknowledge his genius!

It's a ploy.

A what?

The CIA suspects that if they find you,

You will lead them to me.

Yes, of course, it's all about you Jallal!

But Henry, it is.

You arrogant bastard!

You didn't even know how to talk

when I met you!

You were afraid of your own f***ing shadow!

Your past is catching up with you.

- Fulbright?

- Yes.

That f***...

How?

Sit down.

What?

She's here.

Whose here?

Fay.

- Are you kidding me!

- It's true.

Sh*t! You gotta comb?

No, wait. Hold on!

How the Hell did she find me?

We sent for her.

Why?

She seems to love you very much.

No... Did she say that?

Forget it...

Henry, I have to go

Jallal!

Fulbright was using her to draw me out.

And it worked?

She caught on early enough... and tricked him.

But he's catching up with her too.

You can't do this.

Jallal, you can't bring Fay

into all this madness.

She's already in all this madness.

You yourself made sure of that.

Hey! I just fell in love with her.

I didn't send her a note...

...and ask her to join some half-assed jihad!

Henry, it's difficult to be your friend.

Yeah, well stand in line, pal

We called Fay here to take you away rather

than to put you in front of a firing squad.

- My friend...

- I am not just your friend.

I don't make decisions by fiat.

I have protected you over

the last three years from the justified...

...if somewhat reactionary elements

of my administration.

They would have killed you back in 1989.

...if I hadn't sent you away.

Every decision I make has consequences

I can barely stand to carry.

I am not a man any longer.

I am an instrument.

A pity.

I prefer it that way.

Go ahead.

Martyr yourself.

Die a saint.

Yes, of course... I can see right through you.

If anything happens to Fay, Jallal...

...I'll torture your wives, your family,

your children and their children.

There'll be a disease upon this earth

with your name on it.

The only thing anyone will inherit

from Jallal Said Khan...

...is a long life time of intolerable pain.

Sorry.

That's just the kind of guy I am.

Hello. I'd like to leave a note

for my friend in room 315.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Do you know who I am?

No.

Good.

Do you know where you are?

Not really.

Turkey?

Fair enough.

I'm a friend of Henry's.

Oh good.

I am also an enemy of the United States.

I don't keep count, but I've killed

at least hundreds of your fellow citizens.

Many, many more of your soldiers

and professional spies.

May we continue talking?

Okay.

Did you kill Andre?

- No! I...

- I believe you.

Did he give you anything?

Two books of Henry's confession.

Good. Are they with you?

At the hotel.

Fay...

Henry is a wanted man

in more ways than you know.

Can I see him?

Is he all right?

He's safe.

But not for long.

You said you would share

his troubles and protect him.

The time has come for you to do that.

You must decide.

If you wanna to be with him, you must decide.

There will be no turning back.

He is an exile.

You, too, will be an exile.

You will not be able to go home again.

I understand

Hasan will give you directions

to a certain pier on the Bosporus.

At 6:
15 this evening a boat will dock

for a few minutes at this pier.

Be there.

Get on the boat.

Henry and you will be taken up

into the Black Sea

and sometime tomorrow...

...you will be transferred to another vessel,

bound for Odessa.

I'm afraid from there on,

you are on your own.

Fay, please, when we drive off,

stand where you are and count to twenty.

- Do you understand the directions I gave you?

- Yes.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

Excuse me, where is the men's room.

To the right of the elevator.

Who are you?

Are you really Simon Grim?

Where's Fay?

She should have been back by now.

She told me to wait.

Who are you, what's your name?

I am Bebe Konchalowsky, okay?

But only sometimes.

I am mostly Olga Najinsky.

And I am very hungry.

Can I get something to eat please?

Hello?

Simon!

Get your stuff.

I'll meet you in the lobby in five minutes.

Yes. Grim, Fay. US passport.

Or Hopper, Emily. Same.

No. I'm sorry. No one.

She may have been traveling

with another women.

A Russian passport.

Possibly registered as Konchalovsky. Bebe.

- No. No Konchalovsky.

- What about Chekov. Ilyanna?

No. No Chekov.

Tchiakovsky. Bernadette.

Maybe a Danish passport.

- Possibly Sweden.

- No.

How about Olga?

- Just Olga?

- Yeah. No family name. Just Olga.

- Najinsky.

- First name Olga?

Najinsky, Olga.

Russian passport.

Room 315! Okay, let's go!

I listened to you when I was in misery.

When I was lost.

And it helped me to see the light and to win.

But when I was winning,

I chose not to hear you anymore.

I know...

And I'm sorry for that.

Where's Bebe?

Where is Fay?

I don't know.

Perhaps you would prefer being handed over

to our Russian Associate here...

...and being taken back

to face charges in Chechnya?

Please! Enough!

Bebe..

My government will offer you and Fay diplomatic

asylum if you can lead us to Henry Fool.

Hold on, what is this?

- Fulbright?

- Picard, you can't do that.

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