History Is Made at Night Page #6

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The maid isn't French, neither

is her Cosmos Hotel apron.

You see for yourself,

I'll hang on the line.

Again.

I don't mind him

f***ing you, but me, too?

I got your girl, Harry.

I've still got the tape.

How about an old fashioned swap?

1600 hours, Eastern port...

Pier 9. Ivan, the Cold War

is long over.

It'd be stupid if we ended up

as casualties after the fact.

- You think he'll buy that?

- It's 50l50.

Cold warriors like us

are pretty much in the same boat.

But it's like the Queen Mary,

it doesn't turn on a dime.

Why don't you just call home

and get some help?

That'd be great. "Say, boys,

you got a couple of extra agents?"

"I'm a little shorthanded,

trying to rescue my...

SVR girlfriend

from the SVR."

"I had a partner,

but I killed him. "

We don't have time for that.

Harry? When you go get Natasha,

I wanna go.

Sure.

All right. f***ed?

I'll show you f***ed.

Piper Cub, Lear Jet,

DC9, 747.

Are you sure you know

what you're doing?

It's a kind of "learn as you go"

type of deal.

The detonator screw

must maintain constant contact.

Insert gently.

- What's next?

- The glue.

Do I have time to make

a quick call?

Please dial or say the telephone

number that you're calling.

It works!

Please, hang up now.

That was my broker, Ted.

My stocks are going up.

Who knows, maybe it's a sign.

She wasn't taking off on me...

She was trying to move us

both Stateside.

I could have given her that.

Let's get the hell out of here.

The guy who came to you

with a message in Managua...

- did you kill him?

- I shot him in the head.

That makes me feel better.

I don't know why.

This might make you feel

even better.

Should anything happen to me, I,

Max fisher, social security...

Number 282-53-5133, hereby

leave my mother's...

co-op to Natasha Scriabina,

and I leave my tape recorder to...

Sh*t!

I leave my tape recorder.

Why a warehouse?

It's always a warehouse.

You pick someplace else,

they always start asking...

"What's wrong

with a warehouse?"

You get trapped

by tradition.

Harry, a pleasure. How

have you been since Kabul?

I've been better.

Where's Natasha?

Pretty good matchmaker,

aren't I?

You never thanked me

for giving her to you.

She's not yours to give,

nor mine to take.

for the moment, she is.

Let's see the tape.

Let's see what's on it.

Let's see her.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

The tape is only a set of keys.

They'll change the locks.

People like us always fight

over yesterday's news. The tape.

He'll stand by to take

delivery of Natasha...

I'll be the projectionist.

Coitus interruptus.

- We gotta get going.

- Play on.

You've seen enough.

Are we gonna make the swap?

Harry, play on.

This lady takes one more gasp

and you're f***ed.

The cassette's been rigged

with a chunk of C-4.

Let her go.

I don't believe you.

She comes, you go...

Kaboom.

Our countries have cozied up.

The world isn't gonna go bang.

Let's not

go bang here, either.

Harry, we are 20th century men.

In our time, it's proved

difficult to believe in God,

but impossible not to believe

in the devil.

They don't need us.

The satellites keep everybody

in place, feeling guilty.

- Let's walk away from this.

- I need it, and me, in one piece.

I've made my promises.

Me, too.

To myself.

Natasha, let's go home.

No!

Let them go.

It's over.

I don't know about you two,

but this is where I get out.

I'm on the next plane taking off,

then, New York, New York.

I can't go, I've killed a guy.

- I know, it's in your file.

- No, this was recently.

Agency guy,

couple of hours ago.

Never got a chance

to introduce him to you.

Can't go with you.

But you go ahead,

Max will take you.

If that's what

everybody wants...

Are you reassigning me,

Harry Howe? No way.

- Good luck, Max.

- Good luck, Natasha.

Sorry, Harry.

- Take care.

- Consider yourself lucky.

Always.

Okay, Lauren, when...

if we get disconnected,

wait five minutes,

then start buying AmTelCom.

- You got it?

- Max...

Did you just get

my old job back?

Yes, Lauren. You did.

- Wait, wait, please...

- Husband... Tokyo... telephone.

Please?

So, where to?

I've worn out my welcome

in the west.

- I can't go east.

- North means reindeer.

South?

We go south, Harry.

Ernie...

My name's Ernie.

I'm Anna.

Anna Belinka.

Do you, "Anna Belinka",

wanna keep heading south...

with me, "Ernie Halliday"?

I do.

I do.

Anna, do you mind if I still

call you "Natasha"?

Buy!

Buy!

Hello? Hello?

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