Little Nikita Page #5

Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad. How was the ballet?

-Very nice.

-Dad?

Yeah. It was very nice.

Well, I think I'll turn in.

-How's the new clutch?

-Great.

Here, I almost forgot your change.

What's my name?

Come on, Dad.

What could the head of the Grant family

have to hide...

from his first and oldest and only son?

What's my name?

Nika.

J. Nicholas Grant. Nick.

Nikita.

Hello.

Your moment has come.

I told you we're not ready,

You've had 20 years to get ready.

-Who is it?

-It's him.

-Let's get out of here.

-It's too late.

-How about if you give us time?

-Hang up the phone.

-How can we prevail?

-For God's sake, Dad!

We beseech you!

Your discipline is sorely wanting.

The directorate will be most unhappy.

You must go to work immediately.

And if we don't?

If we choose not to?

If we have the strength to turn our back

on Elizabeth's father and my mother?

Roy!

Roy!

Roy.

Roy!

You have neither the strength

nor the choice.

They are both dead,

-Our parents are dead?

-Yes,

And to answer your next question,

of old age.

-Roy!

-Now are you ready to proceed?

-Roy!

-Give me your answer.

The answer is no,

Roy! Come on, where are you? It's me, Jeff!

Then we will have to skip a generation.

Roy!

Come in, Nikita. Sit down.

Oh, my God!

No, not God, Just Nikita,

You will make contact this morning at 5:30,

Meanwhile, Nikita and I

will keep each other company,

Please.

Please, Konstantin lvanovich...

I beg of you. Leave Jeff!

-Anything you say.

-You have heard what I said,

5:
30 a,m,, the G Street Pier,

You give him the money,

The boy is charming.

He looks just like his mother.

You speak Russian, Nikita?

No. And the name's Jeff.

Jeff?

To me, you are Nikita. And I am Konstantin.

You may call me tovarich,

It's our Russian word for "friend."

Do you have another cigarette, Konstantin?

You smoke, Nikita?

What would the Surgeon General say?

Russian cigarettes.

You will acquire the taste, Nikita.

As you will for all things Russian.

I once had some Popov Vodka.

Did you? Bully for you, Nikita! What a guy!

On your feet. We're leaving.

-Where are you going?

-To the bathroom.

You have a weak bladder, Nikita?

Come again, Konstantin?

Go.

Make it snappy.

Leave the door open.

Stick this up your bladder, Boris.

Let's go.

-Karpov?

-He's got him!

-You're next.

-You stay out of it!

You're the bait. Karpov wants Scuba.

We want Jeff.

Alive!

You've got to take me with you.

-You need me!

-Step aside.

The payoff is a trap!

Here's the passports.

He wants money. Karpov wants him.

If Scuba doesn't like the rendezvous,

you are next.

-We'll take that chance.

-What do you think your odds are?

He'll kill you! He'll kill anybody!

-Okay?

-Okay, okay, what?

-You tell me where the rendezvous is, okay?

-Okay, what?

-What?

-You're not his father!

Hey, hey, you got to trust me.

Wait! Wait! Stop this damn truck!

-,,,is no,

-Roy!

Come in, Nikita, Sit down,

Oh, my God!

You are entering the United States illegally.

Out! Out, out, out!

No more of the monkey business! Drive!

Come, come. Come, come. We go, we go.

Welcome aboard the San Diego trolley,

bound for San Ysidro International Border,

Go! Go, go, go!

Up there.

Where the hell is he?

Richard!

Jeff!

-Richard, there it is! Over there!

-All right.

-I see it! All right, all right!

-Faster! Faster!

Richard!

Your attention, please,

I'd like to remind all passengers there is no

smoking, drinking, or eating permitted,,,

while onboard the trolley,

And in consideration to other passengers,,,

please do not place your feet on the seats,

Thank you,

Take a seat, please. Please.

We did our best. Don't take our son.

It wasn't good enough.

Take us.

But you are of no use to me

in Russia, Mikhail.

Our next station is Byer, Byer is next,

Anybody got any change?

Anybody got any change?

Hey, how about you, lady? You got change?

Anybody, change?

How about you guys, you got any change?

Hey, how about you guys?

You look like buddies.

Do you want to chip in together

to make change for me?

That's okay, hombre, I'll manage.

Don't move, folks.

Everybody, steady.

Konstantin.

Roy, my friend.

I lost you. 1967, Union Station.

And now we have found each other.

On the trolley.

A chance encounter of old friends.

You bring me my assignment.

What a friendly gesture.

No? Did I presume too much?

Of course, of course.

I am mistaken.

You hold all the cards.

And all I have is a 17-year-old boy.

Get up, Jeff.

How?

Like you always did, kid.

What are you laughing at, scum?

What did he say?

"How can you let me go

after I killed your friend?"

No, not friend, partner.

-He tried to be--

-I heard what he said.

"He tried to be a hero, he ended up a fool."

You heard me, kid.

Plant your feet and rise. Now!

On your feet, shithead! On your feet!

All right, Jeff, cross the aisle...

nice and slow.

I would never give up a man

who killed my partner.

You never had a partner.

I like you, Roy.

Out last station

is San Ysidro International Border,

All returning passengers are reminded

to purchase new tickets,,,,

You stay with me to the border.

You stay here!

You stay out of this!

Come on. You walk in front of us, kid,

and hide this mess.

-No! No!

-You don't want the cops here, do you?

Jeffrey!

Nikita, I'm going to miss you.

We could have had such a pleasant trip

together. Come visit me sometime.

And, by all means, bring Barbara with you.

Goodbye, Mr Parmenter.

Keep an eye out for me.

I always have, Konstantin.

You know, Roy...

Russians don't shoot their children.

-What's new, Roy?

-Nothing much.

-Tamales and cockfights.

-Yeah, I know.

-Same old, same old.

-Same old, same old.

Let's go home.

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