History Is Made at Night Page #5

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I know, next thing,

you read me my rights...

I have the right

to remain silent...

Shut up! This isn't America,

we aren't cops...

We don't deal with that sh*t.

Show him your license

to kill, Dave.

I'll stay put.

I'm here for you, guys.

I'll start working on the

videotape. You cover Max's meeting.

Why have the meeting?

You already got the goods.

We'll play ball with,

whoever this is meant for...

until I figure out

what's on it.

This is Finland,

it's going to the Russians.

It will be Yuri, nice guy,

easy to follow. Go home.

You're interfering

in my backyard.

You interfered in a few

hot spots yourself, Harry.

Helped topple a government or two.

- Love. Trust.

- Shove. Thrust.

Maija.

No modulation on the time base...

Nothing.

We're up against

a sly enemy.

Black and white scenery,

colorless sex...

You watch it over and over,

and then...

it's really pornographic.

Again and again.

It starts to feel like having

to watch JFK's head...

banging back and forth

in Dallas.

That was a Secret Service slip up.

We had nothing to do with that.

Look, the way she

grips him with three fingers...

And then switches to four.

That could be a code.

Yeah, a slow ball coming. He's

the pitcher, she's the catcher.

Why don't you turn this over?

Let Langley handle it.

- 'Cause I'm no errand boy.

- Will you forget the glory?

In this line of work,

you wear your medals...

under your jacket,

or you're gonna be pricked very bad.

Maybe it's the same thing

as The Beatles' "Abbey Road".

Play it backwards

and it'll say...

"Paul is dead,

Paul is dead... "

I don't know about Paul...

He's dead... she's dead.

Everybody who had anything

to do with it is dead.

Except for this Max guy and me.

I'll be watching you.

Yuri's usually okay, but,

if there's a problem,

I'll send over a waiter

with the wrong drink.

You excuse yourself

to the restroom.

Why don't you write it in paper,

for me to memorize and swallow?

Let's hope Yuri finds it all

fun and games when he finds out...

that you don't have

the tape yet.

"You have a beautiful neck".

Here.

Let me get that for you.

- I am Tanya.

- My name is Max.

- Welcome to Helsinki.

- Your phone voice had me...

worried, but I have a feeling this

blind date is gonna work out fine.

- Your drink, sir.

- Impossible. I haven't ordered yet.

- Then perhaps the lady's.

- I'm sorry.

You could bring me some cigars.

You got any Cubans?

Of course, sir.

Monterrey or Romeo y Julieta?

You got R&J's,

I'll take a box then.

Would you excuse me

for a moment?

What exactly is

going on out there?

Give me time to find out,

I'm new at this.

So is she. They've never given her

anything of this scope before.

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