The Falcon and the Snowman Page #6

-My associate assures me it is.

-Is he there with you?

No.

-You still there, Alex?

-You'll be delivering it, then?

That is correct.

-The first Tuesday.

-Monday.

Monday.

I know it's a lot to ask

to work in silence for once!

F***! F*** it!

Let's go out.

-What's wrong?

-You tell me!

What's happening?

Tell me. Please tell me.

Come here.

I...

It's just the maid. Later, seora!

Tell her to come back later.

Hello.

Well, hello there.

Hello there. Come in.

Are you well?

I took a few days off.

Called in sick. Need a vacation.

Well, great! Great!

Raul,

my best friend from California, Chris.

Chris, Raul.

-Raul.

-Hi.

-We're finished, yes?

-Yes.

OK. I'll be right back, all right?

-Trouble?

-No.

Look, just relax. I'm not trying

to cut you out of the picture.

Really?

Secret little messages

behind my back. Yeah!

Nice try, Judas.

-Well, you put me in that position.

-Christopher.

Or should I call you Falcon?

-My name...

-Alex.

-This your first time in Mexico?

-Mexico City.

Daulton is showing you

the more inspiring landmarks?

Yes.

You make a good tour guide, Daulton.

I always knew it.

You know, you're not what I expected.

And you're not black.

-Pardon me?

-It's a long story.

-Where are we going?

-To dinner.

They'll ask about the frequencies,

so don't trip me up.

I told him he'd get them next month.

The operation goes fine.

Unfortunately, one serious problem

remains. Do you know what it is?

-The frequencies.

-Exactamente.

For anything to be worth anything,

we must, as you know,

have the daily transmitting frequencies.

Well, that's not entirely true, as you know.

The fact is I can't get them.

I don't have access to them.

He assured me that he could get them.

-No, I didn't.

-Yes, you did!

They're not even kept at RTX.

Only Western Union and the NSA

have the daily list.

Now, I never said I could get them

and I can't.

You know these people, I assume.

-Most of them.

-Good.

What I would like is that you write

a little something about each one.

Their exact job titles to begin with.

-Where are you going?

-Can I talk to you?

Sit down and shut up!

Also physical descriptions of each.

Height, weight and so on.

Their home addresses if you know them.

And maybe some details

about their families.

Drinking habits, religious habits.

Sexual deviations and so on.

None of those people will help you

the way I've helped you.

-Are you trying to get me killed?

-You shouldn't have promised.

You should've lied!

They're not gonna stand for this!

Give these people what they want!

They're watching us through this!

There's wires all over this place!

It's all bugged!

I'm sick of this f***ing hocus-pocus sh*t!

$10,000 right now or we're gone!

Basura. Just like everything else.

Yeah? How would you know?

I'm sick of talking to a goddamn clerk!

Get me an expert!

Get me somebody who knows!

-You go back on every promise!

-I go back?

-Where's the infrared data?

-Where's the heroin?

-Where are the frequencies?

-F*** the frequencies!

-Sit down and shut up!

-You sit down and shut up!

Karpov!

Call the great Karpov every time

you can't handle something! Call him!

Where's the bathroom

in this f***ing joint?

I am so curious about something,

I have to ask.

How is it that you and Daulton...

I mean, where do you know him from?

We were altar boys together.

Daulton doesn't know it yet,

but I'm quitting RTX.

I've already given notice.

I felt it only fair to tell you in person.

-That's why I'm down here.

-What will you do?

Going back to school.

Well, he's pretty sick.

I'd better get him home.

No, no, don't go yet. He'll survive.

He always does. Sit down. Please.

Leaving RTX and going to college

is a very good idea.

You should consider

majoring in Russian Studies.

History, language, politics,

and then think very seriously

about applying for a job

in the State Department or the CIA.

Absolutely not!

You know, Christopher,

we're not unalike, you and I.

I, too, have had my doubts.

I know what it does to a person.

I know what you're feeling.

What are you talking about?

I'm not a professional like you.

This isn't a career for me.

It was impulsive.

I never expected it to go on

as long as it has.

I'm not like you.

You have no idea what I'm feeling.

You want a mole in the CIA,

you find somebody else.

I have a life apart from all this, unlike you.

You know, we waited

a very long time to meet you.

We have put up with more than

anyone should ever have to!

-You owe us.

-Owe you?

Owe you?

Christopher, you remember one thing.

Impulsively or not,

you came to us. We didn't come to you.

And, whether you realize it or not,

you are a professional.

The moment you accepted money,

you became a professional.

You can't leave here tonight

free of it all any more than I can.

Did you really think you could?

It's not over, Christopher.

It's just beginning.

I cross the border a million times

and I don't get caught!

Get busted on a felony

and they let me go!

Everything you give me looks good,

but it isn't. It is basura!

It is garbage!

I'm not stupid, Chris. I read books.

-What are you talking about?

-It's called disinformation.

-Counterespionage.

-What?

You're backed by the Company.

You're one of them!

The CIA's got a picture of Oswald

and they've got one of me, too!

That's all part of the plan,

so it's OK! It's OK!

So what happens next?

-You throw me to the wolves?

-Look what that sh*t's doing to you!

-It's all that's keeping me sane!

-It's killing you!

I don't know who my friends are!

I don't know who to trust!

I don't know who to trust!

Don't throw me to the wolves!

Listen! Leave your bags behind!

We'll get on the plane and get outta here.

We'll go home.

Come on, come on.

I'm OK.

I'm OK.

Chris? Chris!

-What's going on?

-I think I got everything.

You'd better double-check

just to make sure.

-What are you doing?

-I don't love you anymore.

I want your things outta here tonight.

Chris.

It's been fun.

It's about time!

You gotta promise to come and see me

the day after you graduate.

I want to make you the first offer.

No offense, Larry,

but the pay's not too hot!

Come and see us. We'll take care of you.

The Agency can't afford

to let a guy like you get away.

Chris! Hold still!

It's about time!

I've been stuck for the last time, Alex.

From now on, I set up the deals!

What's this? What's this?

Wanna play this game?

-Alex, tell this guy to let go!

-Shut up.

Tell him to let go of my arm!

F***!

I don't need this sh*t. There's

a lot easier ways of making a living.

I wanna make one last delivery.

What do you think? Do you think

I'm making this up as I go along?

I'm not going down there anymore.

I'm not asking you to. I'm gonna do it.

What?

They were just waiting the whole time.

Stringing you along to get to me.

They don't need you or want you

anymore. They want me.

I'm through with running.

I mean, the thrill is gone.

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