History Is Made at Night Page #4

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Yuri, special handling

required.

Yuri, always Yuri.

"Stoni pudla Natashinka,

Ivan Bliniak?"

Representative of

Celestech Corporation...

staying at the Cosmos.

Confirm receipt

of item immediately.

Look...

I bought them as oysters,

and I sell them as pearls...

- in St. Petersburg.

- Take your time opening the oysters.

- Nothing important here.

- That puts you in charge, Natasha.

- Any messages for Celestech?

- That's it. He's the target.

I got that out of the

bellboy for a buck.

How much that excess

baggage cost you?

I am Celestech in Finland.

You do that and I'll make sure...

you'll get the first case

of our product after it arrives.

Coming.

- We understand you rep Celestech?

- You guys are fast!

- That's us. Can we come in?

- You're Americans!

- Right. Everything go all right?

- No problem so far.

- So...

- So what can I do for you?

Give us the sales pitch.

Come on, sell us on your product.

- Well, we have what you need.

- Sounds like what we want.

- At competitive prices.

- Who's the competition?

We're gonna dance here around

here all day?

He doesn't know what he's got.

Let's show him the gun, Dave!

- What do you say?

- Hey, what is this?

It's a gun.

I'm in town, trying to buy into

the reindeer condom market.

You got that out of

an inflight magazine.

- Did we mention Romanov?

- Romanov who?

Romanov, the dead guy.

He messed up my shoe

with his brain, see?

Conspiracy, betrayal,

everything but the grassy knoll.

- What do you know about it?

- I don't.

It's under the chair!

That was easy enough. Well done,

Dave. Good judgment on your part.

Can I take you both

to the airport?

You think I flew halfway around

the globe to make one lousy bust?

You come here.

I was just doing Romanov a favor.

Do you think Max "The Market"

fisher would get involved...

in anything

life-threatening?

I'm sorry, the Celestech's

gentleman's line is still busy.

- Would you like to leave a message?

- No, no message.

- folkways.

- Natasha.

Harry. I was about to call you.

I can't make our lunch.

- What's up?

- Nothing important.

I'd still like to

see you tonight.

It will have to be late.

I have to go now. See you.

- It's shoestring budget porn.

- found your calling, Dave?

Better you get this.

If they ask about the tape,

agree to meet.

It'll go easier on you

if you cooperate.

Those exact words. Dj vu.

Welcome to Helsinki, Celestech.

Go to the hotel restaurant

at 1400 hours.

Wear a rose.

Okay, let's go. Harry here will

pick you up for your date...

- he'll bring your corsage.

- Excuse me?

Mr. fisher, you're

under house arrest...

suspected of conspiracy

against the US of A.

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