Little Nikita Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 98 min
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-Yo, Richard.
Do you have a file on Jeffrey Grant?
What kind of file?
Grades...
extra-curricular activities.
Going back, say, a couple of years.
Why would I show you Jeffrey Grant's file?
I'm FBl.
You could be NFL for all I care.
Please?
-Good kid?
-Straight A's.
He tells his friends he gets C's.
Wonderful kid.
What about his parents?
PTA, the Rotary, the United Way.
They love their kid, their kid loves them.
It's a close family.
Close?
Pardon?
It's close in here.
"lf there's no window, there's no air."
An old saying.
Well, that do it for you?
How'd a pretty girl like you
get mixed up in guidance counselling?
How'd a nice guy like you
get mixed up in the FBl?
You ever guided any students
towards the Bureau, Verna?
-I hope not.
-How about me guiding you towards dinner?
Richard!
Mum?
You okay, Mum?
Mum?
-Looks like a one-dash.
-No, a dash-one.
Two, three...
five...
seven....
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, dash-one.
"Kirov opening."
Okay, Cindy, go get the ball!
Diego, the ring! Starbuck, the block!
Okay, good girl, Cindy, Great, guys,
Attaboy, Good boy, Diego,
Yeah, that's a good boy,
Where did this come from?
Where did you get this, you little devil?
There's a body in the water!
Call the harbour police.
Let's get the police!
Jeff!
What happened?
-ls he hurt?
-Oh, honey.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine. I'm fine.
Howdy, folks.
Roy Parmenter here,
your new neighbour from across the street.
I'm Richard Grant.
This is my wife, Elizabeth.
And this is our son, Jeffrey.
Are you okay, Jeff?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Haven't....
-Have we met somewhere?
-You look so familiar.
Sure. I swung by once
to buy a plant for my office.
Hi, Jeff.
Put her there.
Now, that's what I call a handshake!
And I could use the other hand, too.
Help me load in over there,
you know what I mean?
-I don't think so.
-He'd love to, Mr Parmenter.
Call me Roy. May I call you Richard?
And you're Betty, right?
-Elizabeth is good enough.
-What happened to Sgt Juckett?
He got transferred back to Parris lsland.
Lucky me.
-I pay well.
-You don't have to pay Jeff a thing.
-You're in Fountain Grove now, Roy.
-And it's real pleasant to be here.
-Where do you hail from?
-Philadelphia.
and they transferred me out here.
Talk about a break. Great weather,
San Diego. And nice neighbours.
And someone to shoot baskets with.
You ready to go one-on-one, Jeff?
-No.
-Jeff!
Go along now. Help out Mr Parmenter.
What the hell are you doing here?
Every time I turn around, you're around.
Just trying to get to the bottom
of something. Come on.
Yeah, well, the last guy who kept running
into me accidentally on purpose...
was Maurice, a waiter I bussed for
at a country club.
-You gay, Roy?
-Can't say as I am.
Then why the hell
are you breathing down my neck?
Go live at Tom's. Go live at Tony's.
They have pools in their neighbourhood.
Please get off my block.
Ease this baby a little to the left.
What the hell kind of investigation
is this, anyway?
Are you going to tell me or aren't you?
You're asking all the right questions, Jeff.
Something big is coming down.
-Come on, Dad!
-I'm coming. I'm coming.
Now, look both ways.
I wanna go on the slide!
Me, too! Me, too!
Dad, can you get in trouble with the lRS
if you don't report all of your cash sales?
It's impossible to report all of them.
-Why? You gonna turn me in?
-Never in a million years.
-Have you ever been arrested?
-No.
-Now, why would you want to know that?
-Just curious.
-That's all.
-Are you trying to tell me something, Jeff?
No. Why?
-What do you mean?
-What's on your mind, Jeff?
-How about everything?
-Can we narrow it down a little bit?
-See, now you're making fun of me.
-Come on, Jeffrey, relax.
Can't worry about the whole world.
Okay, Dad, I'll just stick to our block.
-And it's fruit juice for Mr Morose.
-Thank you.
See you guys in a bit, okay?
-Do you wanna watch the movie?
-No.
Were you troubled at home, Roy?
I had a great home.
I can't imagine you as a kid.
I was a wonderful kid.
-What did your father do?
-A cop.
Good cop or bad cop?
Bad cop.
Wouldn't kiss arse. Good father.
You're making me revise my opinion
of the FBl.
Barbara.
You don't have to say anything.
You love me?
Only two left, Konstantin.
The money, comrade. The money.
Jesus.
-Come on, give me the ball.
-That's 1 1.
-Don't you have to win by two?
-I already won by four.
-Want something cold to drink?
-What have you got?
Everything. Help yourself.
I got chips to go with that.
Jeffrey Nicholas Grant.
-Well, that sounds official.
-Your parents are Russian spies.
Sleepers, they're called.
Deep cover. They blend
with the country they're assigned to.
Own homes, hold jobs, raise families.
They sleep for years.
But when they awake, they're lethal.
Let's go back to your Air Force Academy
investigation. What happened to that?
What about it?
-What happened to your investigation?
-There wasn't any.
Richard and Elizabeth Grant
entered this country through Canada.
Took their lDs off headstones
in the Spokane Cemetery.
Three years later, you were born.
Wanna see your birth certificate?
No, thanks.
Sure you don't want some chips?
I exist on corn chips and jalapen~os.
Hustled Beatles records
in Central Army Park.
What they call a fartsovsnchi,
a black marketeer.
Can you spell that for me?
He did two years in Lubyanka prison...
then they shipped him to Gaczyna,
KGB's Quantico.
-That's where he met Mum.
-I see.
Your mother was a dancer
in the Bolshoi Children's School.
She toured the U.S. when she was 17.
Picked up English so fast and so well,
they shipped her to Gaczyna...
American Department.
A marriage was approved.
KGB likes husband-wife teams.
Are you finished?
I'd like to go home.
Go ahead.
Okay.
Hi,
I'm Larry,
This is my brother Darryl,
We was over at Peterson's Drugs,,,,
,,,when we heard
about your impending nuptials,
Which one of us
is going to be your best man?
I'm sorry, guys,
George is going to be my best man,
Me and our collective growing,
So we won't hurt your feelings
by not coming to the wedding?
Gee, I don't know, guys, After
what I've done to you, it'd serve me right,
Hey, Jeff.
Hello? Hello?
Who is this?
-Hello?
-Barbara, I gotta see you.
-What's wrong?
-I'm leaving. I gotta get out of here.
-Calm down, What's going on?
-I don't know anymore.
-I just want to run away.
-What happened?
-You get another ticket?
-I wish.
Listen, Barbara, will you come with me?
-I can't leave now,
Don't do that, That's not fair,
You're right. I'm sorry.
-Go home, please,
-Yeah, I will.
-You promise?
-I do.
Listen, get some rest.
I love you.
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