Little Nikita Page #2

-Nicholas.

-Nicholas.

You of Greek extraction...

or is your birthday near to Christmas?

I don't know. I used to hate the name.

Then I went through this period where

that's all I wanted to be called, "Nick."

-I thought it was tough. Now I hate it again.

-We'll be talking again.

-Great!

-About something else.

-I thought I'd passed.

-For now.

Blue skies, Jeff.

Happy landings and pack a tight chute.

What was that?

No good?

I practised this morning. I thought I'd do it.

Now I blew it.

It wasn't too bad.

Bye, Corporal Hogans.

Good, Jeff, good.

You must be tired, Comrade Karpov.

No, just have nothing to say.

I still do not understand

why they sent you here.

To get the job done.

I think we should go through

the list of your contacts again.

-What for?

-To make sure you remember them all.

-Even you could forget.

-I doubt it. I put them here.

Too bad about our lovely water-skier,

She was a good agent,

Scuba made contact with you only once?

As I told you, a brief message...

"Pay $200,000

or I'll kill every agent on the list."

Only four more to go.

I heard you gave him

the code name "Scuba."

No, an FBl agent did.

But why?

He loves water.

Like a shark.

No, like a rat.

Stop here, before we get to the border.

We have organised a pickup

on the other side.

I prefer public transportation.

I guess that's okay,

but I don't have to tell you--

No, you don't.

Welcome aboard the San Diego trolley,

bound for the Santa Fe Depot in centre city,

We appreciate having you on board today

and hope you have a pleasant trip,

You call a taxi?

Are you the man

who wants to go to Fountain Grove?

He crossed the border yesterday.

Turned up in a coffee shop

in Fountain Grove.

He didn't give up

on public transportation, did he?

Meaning?

He was at the Union Station stakeout in D.C.

20 years ago when Scuba--

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Look at that son of a b*tch.

He still looks real good.

Why did you ask me in here

before everyone else?

Because you're the best, Roy.

I should be reporting to you,

instead of the other way around.

-Don't stroke me, Jim.

-What do you want me to tell you?

That I got Scuba.

You know there's a case.

You can feel it inside, just like I do.

Karpov is here to get Scuba.

The Bureau is maintaining

a hands-off policy.

Screw the Bureau. What is your policy, Jim?

You know I'm right.

I don't give a damn

whether you're right or wrong, Roy.

I just wanna see you get on with your life.

Get it resolved. You owe it to yourself.

So I got Scuba?

Yeah, you got Scuba. He's all yours.

But you're on your own.

It is strictly unofficial.

No one but me knows about it.

Understand?

Thanks, Jim.

Don't forget your Air Force applications.

So they spotted him

in a coffee shop in Fountain Grove.

Fountain Grove? Wait a minute.

Well, what's the big deal?

I'm just applying for traffic school.

-Down the hall, Grant. Room 1.

-Please.

All I want is Saturday's class.

If I don't get in, I don't get my licence back.

Sorry, Grant. Room 1.

Room 1.

Department of Motor Vehicles, please hold.

-Hello, Jeff.

-Hi, Major. What are you doing here?

Let's take a ride.

Take a ride? Take a ride where?

What do I want to take a ride with you for?

Because I asked you to.

-Did you read it?

-I'll show you my lD.

It gets me a beer in a disco in Encinitas.

What does yours get you?

Mine gets me this.

I could fix the licence, but not that picture.

Am I under arrest?

-What for? Did you do something wrong?

-No.

-What's the matter?

-Nothing.

Relax.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

See that storefront over there? That's

Congressman Larkin's suburban office.

Someone in there is selling nominations

to the service academies.

If someone's selling, someone's buying.

Bingo. A-plus.

Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?

How long have you known Tony Stanton

and Tom Stubblefield?

-All my life. They're my friends.

-Friends have a way of changing.

-Now, wait a minute.

-How about their parents?

Their parents are my friends, too.

If you think someone did something funny,

go talk to someone else.

Okay.

Which brings us to the Grants.

-Your folks working late?

-Yeah, they're in the potting shed.

-I guess the mushrooms are coming up.

-Can I go now?

-Keep your ears open.

-You mean, sneak around my friends?

You want to go to the Air Force Academy,

don't you?

You think it's fair for a guy

to buy his way in? Take your place?

No, no.

And don't mention anything to your folks.

-What do you mean?

-Let's keep this between us.

Why?

You wanted to surprise your parents,

didn't you?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

And Jeff...

I'm glad you got your licence back.

This one's pretty.

I think I'll take this one, too.

No, if I take this one,

I'll have to have another one.

That one. That one over there.

-Jeff. Jeff, Jeff!

-What?

Didn't I tell you fruit trees?

Fruit trees? I thought this was a cactus sale.

I want to dress it up a bit

with a pair of dwarf persimmons.

Dwarf persimmons?

Fruit trees for short people.

Bring out a Mexican Old Man.

-Now I'm a social worker.

-You can take these right to the cashier.

-All right.

-Thank you very much.

There's nothing to be afraid of

with plants, sir.

I know what's coming. "Talk to them."

I don't want to talk to them.

I will water, but not a whole lot, however.

I don't have the time.

How is the light in your nook?

Don't start that.

That's what the last guy asked me,

and I was doing sun studies for a month.

I guess what I'm looking for

is something fat.

A fat plant?

-All fat with leaves.

-Bushy?

-You tell me.

-Hold on, hold on.

Richard?

The gentleman is looking for a fat plant

to fill a nook.

Lots of leaves, and he doesn't want to worry

about water or light.

Plastic. You want a plastic plant. Kmart.

-No, I don't want plastic. I want real.

-Excuse me.

What are you doing, mister?

-What do you think I'm doing?

-Not what I told you to do.

-You told me to find the Mexican Old Man.

-That's not a Mexican Old Man.

That's a candelabra cactus. Now put it back.

Put it back.

What is this?

-That's a meditation tree. They're from lndia.

-Help you relax.

That's for me.

What do you think, son?

Will it help me relax?

I certainly hope so.

Now, let them off there, folks,

then come on aboard.

Yeah, they're really biting today.

-What did you get, Richard?

-Bonita, sheephead, mackerel, bass.

-What about you, Jeff?

-Tell him. Tell him.

-Tell him what?

-What you got.

-I got a tyre and a tin can.

-Next time.

Okay, hit the smoker, anglers.

Oh, thanks.

Eight pounds.

Okay.

-Where's Aurelio?

-Three-time loser.

Border patrol grabbed him.

Someone blew the whistle on him.

Hello.

-I like your new helper.

-Yeah, he's Joe.

Yugo out of Vancouver.

Wouldn't you believe it?

He talks less English than Aurelio.

-Why don't you just get another bracero?

-I don't know. This guy just showed up.

-I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Bucky.

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