History Is Made at Night Page #3

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It will be Yuri, nice guy,

easy to follow. Go home.

You're interfering

in my backyard.

You interfered in a few

hot spots yourself, Harry.

Helped topple a government or two.

- Love. Trust.

- Shove. Thrust.

Maija.

No modulation on the time base...

Nothing.

We're up against

a sly enemy.

Black and white scenery,

colorless sex...

You watch it over and over,

and then...

it's really pornographic.

Again and again.

It starts to feel like having

to watch JFK's head...

banging back and forth

in Dallas.

That was a Secret Service slip up.

We had nothing to do with that.

Look, the way she

grips him with three fingers...

And then switches to four.

That could be a code.

Yeah, a slow ball coming. He's

the pitcher, she's the catcher.

Why don't you turn this over?

Let Langley handle it.

- 'Cause I'm no errand boy.

- Will you forget the glory?

In this line of work,

you wear your medals...

under your jacket,

or you're gonna be pricked very bad.

Maybe it's the same thing

as The Beatles' "Abbey Road".

Play it backwards

and it'll say...

"Paul is dead,

Paul is dead... "

I don't know about Paul...

He's dead... she's dead.

Everybody who had anything

to do with it is dead.

Except for this Max guy and me.

I'll be watching you.

Yuri's usually okay, but,

if there's a problem,

I'll send over a waiter

with the wrong drink.

You excuse yourself

to the restroom.

Why don't you write it in paper,

for me to memorize and swallow?

Let's hope Yuri finds it all

fun and games when he finds out...

that you don't have

the tape yet.

"You have a beautiful neck".

Here.

Let me get that for you.

- I am Tanya.

- My name is Max.

- Welcome to Helsinki.

- Your phone voice had me...

worried, but I have a feeling this

blind date is gonna work out fine.

- Your drink, sir.

- Impossible. I haven't ordered yet.

- Then perhaps the lady's.

- I'm sorry.

You could bring me some cigars.

You got any Cubans?

Of course, sir.

Monterrey or Romeo y Julieta?

You got R&J's,

I'll take a box then.

Would you excuse me

for a moment?

What exactly is

going on out there?

Give me time to find out,

I'm new at this.

So is she. They've never given her

anything of this scope before.

- You know Tanya?

- "Tanya"?

Sneaking secrets out of my laundry bag

has been her biggest job so far.

Am I out there trying to get

the goods on your girlfriend?

Did I say

she was my girlfriend?

She could get

into trouble for this.

The Cubans?

Cubans...

- Where are you going?

- I thought you weren't coming back.

Is that why you took

my cigars?

Do you know how hard it is

to get Cuban cigars in the States?

Yes, no... I thought...

I thought they were for me.

- Shall we sit back down?

- Let's sit down.

Sometimes a cigar,

is only a cigar.

But you do have something for me?

An Item?

- I do.

- Yes?

- But not right now.

- No?

Now? No.

- Sir, your drink.

- When?

Is this Finnish hospitality?

Again, sir, this is not my drink.

I'll have a martini

shaken, not stirred.

for me, a vodka with salty licorice.

I'm sorry, Tanya.

Would you excuse me once more?

- Airline food.

- I understand.

How is it going?

There's a gorgeous girl

waiting for me

and I'm standing in the

goddamn john talking to you.

How the hell

do you think it's going?

She is concerned

about the delay.

- Stay put.

- She's waiting for me.

What are you doing here?

You canceled lunch on me,

and I made other plans.

I cancel... you?

What other plans?

Just idle curiosity with you,

isn't it?

No, I... you're not interested

in what I'm doing?

Your martini, sir.

Shaken, not stirred.

You must be thinking of somebody

else. Is there anybody else?

- I have to go.

- Did you get promoted?

I was spending a

quiet moment...

before more busywork for Yuri.

Are you too big to do

your surveillance work on me now?

Let's talk spy at the

top of our lungs.

Let's share it with everybody.

You haven't found

the secrets of the sublime yet?

How did it go, Max?

Ask him,

it was his girlfriend.

She ran away.

They'll reschedule.

She's handling this?

You know, they talk about her

at the agency.

And you...

Two-career couple...

how it's hurting yours.

What career?

That was another guy...

- another life.

- You know, that's the message.

They sent me another guy with

a message once in Managua.

He was a kind of a friend.

His message was:
"I consider

myself lucky, regardless".

That was an order for me.

It was a code...

- to kill the messenger.

- Did you?

It's kinda like your message.

Nothing important on the surface.

You have to make decisions.

Did he have an order to kill me,

or did he expect me to attack him?

Did you kill him?

- You can answer that yourself.

- You can f*** yourself.

Keep at it, I'm gonna tunnel

my way out of here.

I got a club to run.

These things

microwave your brain.

Switch sides,

it'll cook evenly.

The guy is a dinosaur, man.

- Ground thuter.

- What is "ground thuter".

Someone who's on the ground,

confirming what our...

wonderful satellites already know.

That's your phone.

If it's Harry's girl,

set up a meeting.

Promise that thing, stall her. Keep

her warm, until I figure this out.

And I will figure this out.

Hello? Tanya, How could you

leave me like that?

Come on, dancing is one of the things

we do best.

One of at least two things.

Behave, That memo's made me

doubt your moral character.

What the hell was that all about?

Read all about it in

the next company memo.

- Natasha, where are you going?

- Home.

Do you have any Idea what

a mean punk Bliniak can be?

He was never mean to me. I was

young, and didn't know any better.

I've got a past, you too.

- Do we have a future?

- What are you asking?

You don't like the Idea

of me with somebody else.

What if the SVR

loses interest in you?

They'd reassign me,

wouldn't they?

Goodbye, Harry.

Harry, what is she talking about?

What's SVR?

It's an old band.

With a new name.

Hard to dance to.

Natasha, are you there?

Sorry about earlier.

Can we meet up tomorrow?

Today... I mean...

call me.

It's Natasha. Please,

leave a message.

Natasha, are you there?

Darling, it's Bliniak.

No answer at folkways.

No answer at the embassy.

Call me. It's important.

He's "too high up",

you don't deal with him directly.

Sorry, Yuri. Anyway,

I have to go to folkways.

What are you doing here?

I'm working.

I thought I was your work.

But you aren't my boss.

Remember Yuri, my boss?

They want intrigue. I'll start

doing some flares on the beach.

I can row around

looking for a submarine.

Will you just listen...

Look, you came back

to Helsinki early.

Are you following me or am I

supposed to start following you?

Do you want me to say it?

I can't say it.

There. I've said it.

- That's it?

- Trust me.

You and I, Harry, we've

always let sleeping dogs sleep.

"Lie".

It goes "Sleeping dogs lie".

- Be careful.

- Don't follow me.

Reindeer condoms.

I understand these are

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