The Falcon and the Snowman Page #7

I'm gonna go to court,

face the music, do time, whatever.

I'll just get a new start.

I'm sick of this sh*t. I'm tired of it.

I'm tired, too.

So tired I can hardly stand it.

I'm gonna be looking over my shoulder

the rest of my life.

And for what? There's never

gonna be any reconciliation.

They're just as paranoid

and dangerous as we are.

I can't imagine why I thought

they'd be any different.

Well, f*** them!

I'm gonna get something

out of this nightmare.

They're gonna want this

and they are gonna pay!

-The frequencies?

-Satellite.

Pyramider.

-How much are you gonna ask for it?

-100,000.

It's too dangerous.

I'm not gonna let you go down there.

Alex!

Alex! Hey!

Tell these guys to put their guns away!

Don't point that gun at me! Hey, come on!

-I'm an American tourist!

-Tell me what's happening.

-I'm American!

-Yes. Calm down. Slowly...

-I'm coming down the street, OK?

-I'm with the American Embassy.

-You happened to be coming by?

-Yes.

I got separated from my girlfriend.

-She's gone in this museum...

-It's not a museum.

Leave this to me. Let me deal with

the officials. Calm down.

Take your gun out of my ribs!

Are you the head guy? There's $500.

It's yours. Forget the whole thing!

An American's been arrested.

Get over to police HQ. I'll meet you there.

Like to know what I'm charged with,

if you don't mind.

Christ!

I appreciate you coming down.

It's just a stupid mistake...

-This is Walt Hamilton, Vice Consul.

-Don't worry. We'll get you out of here.

Occupation?

Photographer.

I work for an advertising agency.

That's a communications satellite.

My firm's doing promotional films

for General Electric

to interest investors.

-Documentos.

-Olympics, World Series.

That sort of thing.

-It's a postcard.

-Bellas Artes.

You carry it as a trophy?

-You like to look at it?

-It's a postcard.

Look, this is foolish.

If they're not gonna charge me,

I'd like to get outta here.

-What's he saying?

-They're charging you with murder.

You're kidding.

You've gotta be kidding!

-Cop killer.

-I am not!

-Comunista.

-I am not!

-Terrorista!

-No, I am a tourist.

I am a businessman. I am a Republican.

I have my rights! I am an American!

This is not America.

Hotel Camino Real. Buenas tardes.

I have a person-to-person call

from the US for a Mr. Theodore Lovelance.

Mr. Lovelance? Yes, he is in Room 122.

I'll ring. Please hold the line.

-Hello?

-Mr. Lovelance?

-Who's calling, please?

-Is Mr. Lovelance there?

No, he isn't, operator.

Who's placing this call, please?

Sir? Would you like to leave a message?

Mr. Lovelance doesn't seem to be in.

Would you like to leave a message

or try back later?

I'm sorry, sir. That London flight

is booked. Try stand-by or I can book...

No. Try Buenos Aires at 4 o'clock.

-Buenos Aires?

-Right.

Checking, sir.

Final boarding call for Pan Am flight 551

to Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires.

Pan Am flight 551 to Rio de Janeiro

and Buenos Aires

now boarding.

Who gave you the assignment

to kill the policeman?

I didn't kill anybody.

-Who do you work for?

-The United States government.

F*** off!

-Who do you work for?

-The CIA.

-I can't read this. I don't speak Spanish.

-Your confession.

Sign it.

I'm not a communist!

I'm telling you the truth!

You got the wrong guy! Stop!

I'm not an assassin! I'm just a spy!

You f*** with us,

you accept the consequences!

College boys running things...

Never!

Listening! Listening!

Where are the wires?

We're deporting you.

You have your choice of destination.

-Costa Rica.

-The Soviet Union or the United States?

America.

Lana.

The FBI's gonna come around

asking questions.

There'll be all kinds of stories being told.

They'll try to implicate you.

There'll be stories, lies.

You won't know who to believe.

And that's the look that'll tell 'em

you had nothing to do with it.

With what?

I love you and I always did.

Now, you get out. You just go.

You're free.

-Up, sh*t-heels! Get up!

-Lose the bag!

-Lose the bag!

-Put your hands up!

Put your hands up

or I'll blow your head off!

You f***in' traitor!

All right, let's get him outta here.

July 29th 1974, you signed a security

agreement that you would not transmit

classified information

to any unauthorized person or agency.

Correct.

You were told that such a violation

could be punishable

under Federal Criminal Statutes.

Correct.

Have you, in fact,

violated that agreement?

You bet.

Did you remove NSA ciphers

from the communications room?

Ciphers, Pilot TWXs,

Argus, Rhyolite data,

ground resolution studies,

performance sheets.

Pyramider, useless and obsolete.

Whatever happened

to be lying around that day.

-Keystone Kops.

-What?

Security at RTX. Keystone Kops.

How long have you been

an agent for the KGB?

I've never been an agent for the KGB.

I work for no one but myself.

I'm in no political organizations

other than the Democratic Party.

How much money did you receive?

Personally, or...

About $20,000. Money's never been

real important to me.

You referred to CIA activities

unrelated to the satellites.

Could you be more specific?

I haven't mentioned a word

about the CIA,

but I could be very specific.

What was your control agent's name?

What? I'm sorry. What?

We can continue later if you're too tired.

No, I'm fine.

I just didn't hear your question.

Who did you receive

your instructions from?

My conscience.

I know a few things

about predatory behavior.

What was once a legitimate

intelligence-gathering agency

is now being misused

to prey on weaker governments.

We ran out.

I appreciate fear.

The chance to face it.

There's nothing more exhilarating

than confronting your fears.

What are you afraid of?

Of people who can imagine and create

sophisticated weaponry

and a government

that can't be trusted with it.

We're the only nation that ever used

atomic weapons on other human beings.

We are capable of it.

By turning over US secrets

to the Soviet Union

you're putting every man, woman

and child here in jeopardy.

They're already in jeopardy.

There are other forms of protest.

Are you sorry you didn't choose

one of them?

Chris?

Chris?

What?

You don't feel you hurt anybody?

The government's worried, Charlie.

This case could cause

serious political damage.

There's debate now

whether prosecution is worth

the disclosures that might arise in a trial.

So Chris holds the kind of cards

that could save himself.

-Daddy...

-Eric! Eric, I'll fix that for you.

Charlie, all of us realize that this situation

could just as easily have happened to us,

with one of our boys.

And we all want you to know

that, with your OK,

we'll do whatever we can to see that

this case never reaches a courtroom.

Two of my boys came home today

from school bloody.

Teacher just stood around

and watched some kids beat 'em up.

Do you know what they called them?

Do you know what they called my sons?

Communists.

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