Little Nikita Page #2

I don't know what to do.

-How come?

-'Cause I don't know what myself is.

-You like girls, Jim?

-Jeff.

How do you feel about girls, Jeff?

I love them.

-You got a girl?

-You bet.

-You have one girl?

-Yeah.

No. Yeah.

Yeah. I do have one girl,

and I like her a lot...

but I love girls in general.

You're doing fine.

Why do you want to go

to the Air Force Academy, John?

Jeff. Jeff, Jeff.

I hear you. You hear me?

I wanna fly. I wanna be a pilot.

That's it?

I love my country.

That's all?

Hey, what can I tell you? I gotta fly.

-Why?

-I like to go fast.

-I can see that.

-Only three tickets.

In a month?

40 in a 35. I was on the freeway at 5:.00 a.m.

Alone on the road--

-You don't deserve the citation?

-No.

Yeah, yeah, I do.

I drive too fast. But I'm a good driver.

Sorry. I'm working on it, sir.

Work hard.

Yes, sir. I will, sir.

-Are you sucking up to me?

-Yes, sir.

No, sir. I....

What do your folks say

about your heavy foot?

-Dad.... You know how fathers are.

-No, I don't know how fathers are.

Well, he's not crazy about it.

And neither is Mum. I can understand them.

They don't want me to get hurt.

-What about your folks?

-What about them?

There's nothing much to tell.

My mum and dad,

they run a garden nursery, and....

And what?

I love them.

What do your folks think

about your going to the Academy?

They don't know about it.

I want to surprise them

with some good news.

Did I say the wrong thing?

No. Not at all, comrade.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

-ls that all?

-For now.

"Jeffrey N. Grant."

What does the "N" stand for?

-Nicholas.

-Nicholas.

You of Greek extraction...

or is your birthday near to Christmas?

I don't know. I used to hate the name.

Then I went through this period where

that's all I wanted to be called, "Nick."

-I thought it was tough. Now I hate it again.

-We'll be talking again.

-Great!

-About something else.

-I thought I'd passed.

-For now.

Blue skies, Jeff.

Happy landings and pack a tight chute.

What was that?

No good?

I practised this morning. I thought I'd do it.

Now I blew it.

It wasn't too bad.

Bye, Corporal Hogans.

Good, Jeff, good.

You must be tired, Comrade Karpov.

No, just have nothing to say.

I still do not understand

why they sent you here.

To get the job done.

I think we should go through

the list of your contacts again.

-What for?

-To make sure you remember them all.

-Even you could forget.

-I doubt it. I put them here.

Too bad about our lovely water-skier,

She was a good agent,

Scuba made contact with you only once?

As I told you, a brief message...

"Pay $200,000

or I'll kill every agent on the list."

Only four more to go.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes