Little Nikita Page #4

You had me there for a moment.

What time will you be home?

5:
.00, 6:.00, something like that.

Could you be a little more specific?

I get tired of cooking dinner twice.

I'm gonna take my truck to the shop, Mum.

Your truck? Again?

It's my clutch. My clutch is all mushy.

Remember, I told you about it.

-What about it?

-The lining for the clutch.

Brett's gonna do the work for me.

He only needs $50 for the parts.

$50?

I gave you $50 for your truck last month.

-I told you about it, Mum. You said okay.

-I didn't say okay.

You didn't say okay, she said okay.

What are we doing here,

sitting in parliament? Might as well.

Forget the clutch. Forget you promised me.

I'll just strip my gears and scrap my 4x4.

-Hey, hold on.

-I gotta go.

Jeff. You know what it takes

to run that truck of yours?

Do you have any idea

what a teenager's insurance costs?

Do you know what a promise is?

What promise?

-Mum promised me she'd advance me $50.

-Okay, now she's unpromising.

-Dad's right, Jeff. It wasn't a promise.

-Forget the truth.

-Why bother with the truth?

-Where did that word come from?

Exactly! What's truth got to do with it?

-Truth has no meaning in this house!

-You're yelling, Jeffrey.

I'm not yelling at you, I'm yelling at her.

Lower your voice, Jeff.

Act like a human being.

That's right. I'm an animal.

Well, this animal tells the truth.

All right! Apologise to your mother,

and then you apologise to me.

I will not! You're both liars!

-You watch what you're saying!

-Glad to!

You're both a pair of f***ing liars!

Go on, hit the animal.

-Hit the animal. Go on, you....

-Richard, stop, for God's sake!

Go to school, Jeffrey.

Now, here's $40.

It's all I have until I get to the bank.

I'll leave $10 with Mrs Valdez

in the principal's office.

-I think I got $10.

-It's okay. It's okay, Dad. It's okay, Dad.

You can't go around with a busted clutch.

You'll have an accident.

Here's your lunch.

Thanks.

On your starboard,

notice those cigar shapes over there?

Those aren't cigars, ladies and gentlemen,

They're nuclear subs,

The big mamas next to them,

they're tenders,,,

floating machine shops that keep

these deadly defenders of our underseas,,,,

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

,,,ready to take off from a runway

shorter than your high school football field,

Head for the rail and take your pictures,

Ladies and gentlemen, the jewel

of San Diego Bay, the USS Constellation.

Did you check

for personal belongings, folks?

Watch your step up the gangplank,

Carry on, mates,

Remember to tell your friends

about the SS Margarita.

-Bye, everybody,

-Bye!

Hey, friend, the tour's over.

The next cruise is two hours away.

Are you trying to beat the price of a ticket?

They've tried that before.

It's not gonna work.

Hey, you hear me?

Dead. Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Jesus.

-I just saw this guy the other day.

-Did he talk with you?

No.

What about your father? Did he talk to him?

No. I don't think he spoke English.

-He just gave us our fish.

-What fish?

The smoked fish.

We traded our catch for the smoked fish.

What do my parents have to do with all this?

You remember I told you about sleepers,

the inactive agents?

They were all sleepers.

Your parents are the only two left.

-Well, who's killing all these people? Us?

-No, of course not.

-A renegade Soviet agent named Scuba.

-This is too much!

What do you want from me?

Stay around the house. Watch them.

Look out for new faces.

Someone has got to contact them.

Spy on my parents?

You've gotta be kidding me.

You want me to help you put them away.

Never!

Look, Jeff, I know it's hard,

but you're going to have to face the facts.

Look, Mr FBl Man,

if you're so sure and if you're so right...

then why don't you arrest them?

Because they haven't done anything yet.

-You manipulating son of a b*tch!

-Calm down!

You don't have much choice.

They could be next.

It wouldn't break your heart.

They're just bait for your Scuba guy, right?

All you care about is nailing him.

You can come and identify the bodies.

Good evening.

We can't help you.

We haven't done anything for 20 years.

I know what you haven't done.

That is precisely

what makes you so valuable right now.

Comrade Karpov, we are at your disposal.

-But we're ill-equipped.

-Just follow the story.

It's all right there in front of you.

A prick of a thorn and the princess sleeps.

And many years later...

the handsome prince awakens her.

It's all quite simple.

It's a true ensemble, the Kirov.

I prefer it to the stars of the Bolshoi,

don't you agree, Elizabeth?

We can't!

Don't you see? We can't anymore.

It's been too long. We can't serve you now.

We're of no use.

We can't,

-Please understand, we can't,

-Elizabeth is understandably upset,

But why be upset?

You're merely going to pay

a man some money.

How much money?

-What kind of man?

-Scuba,

Who?

Your old classmate from Gaczyna,

Gaczyna,

English.

English,

Please.

I almost forgot.

I brought you a little something.

From Beriozka.

The good Beriozka on Gorky Street.

How is....

What is his name? Jeff?

It's a good likeness, don't you think?

Don't shoot!

Ms McLaughlin!

Is this work experience?

Go out in the yard. I'll be out in a minute.

-Life's little surprises.

-No problem.

I'll just go topless

for the rest of the student body.

There you go, Judy.

What are their names?

It's not important.

What are their names?

What are my parents' names?

Elizabeth Lazarova. Mikhail Stropovich.

And what's my name?

-Jeff.

-That's not a Russian name.

You took a walk tonight, didn't you?

You found something

you didn't want to find, right?

Battle of Stalingrad.

Probably belonged to one of their fathers.

Pretty common. So many men went down.

Hey, do I detect a little admiration there?

For who, your parents? Yeah.

Why?

'Cause they had you.

-Spare me the violins, G-man.

-No violins.

Just a lot of hard work.

You gotta be crazy

to bring a child into this ugly world.

-What's so hard about it?

-Making a buck. Raising a family.

Keeping it all together takes talent. Love.

Put these back where you found them.

Back to business, huh?

G-man's onto something big.

I'm trying to look out for you.

Don't give me that crap!

You're out for yourself!

The big collar. The major bust.

The two-bit G-man will shove it up your ass!

Hey, hey, easy.

You're not my father.

You're not even my friend.

-Now we have to tell him.

-No. No.

It would destroy him.

You're wrong. He would understand.

I know he would.

We must send him away.

-Where?

-I don't know.

We should call Bill,

have him put everything in Jeff's name.

It always was.

-You knew this would happen?

-We both did.

I'll never regret it. We had Jeff.

I don't think it's over.

Yes, it is.

-lt can never be the same.

-We could run with Jeff.

It wouldn't be fair to him.

He has his whole life ahead of him.

We have to tell him.

He probably wouldn't believe us.

How could he?

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