Little Nikita

-Where is he?

-He promised.

You know his promises.

-He's not gonna miss this, is he?

-He'll be here, sweetheart.

But.... Well, that's okay, Joaquin,

put them all on the front of the float.

Where's all the flags?

Okay.

-Jeff, for God's sake.

-I'm here. I'm ready.

-I'm going. General Grant, right?

-Jeffrey. Jeff.

-Get dressed!

-I'm getting dressed!

-Go. Go!

-He had a beard, you know.

-Jeffrey.

-Never mind! Never mind!

I love it! It's fabulous.

Hurry up!

-That looks like a blue ribbon.

-You say that every year.

I know, we're right up front, between

Valley Realty and Darrell's Body Shop.

I'm telling you.

-You're not dressed!

-What do you mean, I'm not dressed?

I'm dressed great.

-This is a parade.

-And I'm ready to march.

You look like you're ready to dance.

That outfit does not spell "defence."

-What does it spell?

-"Barbara."

Do you still prefer McDonald's

for work experience?

-Miguel!

-McDonald's for work experience.

-I'm having second thoughts.

-Not now, Miguel.

Ms McLaughlin,

I'm considering Long John Silver's.

-I looked into the future and it may be fish.

-Miguel, after the parade.

I'm busy with other people's futures

right now.

Looks like you're doing fine, Sgt Leathers.

I'll be over at the Army booth.

They always need help.

And what are you gonna do after the parade,

Ms McLaughlin?

-I think I'm gonna lie down.

-Alone?

Stand by! Ten-hut!

Hi.

-Hey, Jeff. Jeff.

-Come on down here.

-Hey, what are you guys doing?

-Air Force Academy.

-They're setting up interviews.

-We gotta sign up.

-Look here, cadet, how many fingers?

-What? What?

"Four," the man said. Kee-rect!

Now, what's the colour of your white jacket?

-You've lost it totally.

-The man said "white."

"White" is A-okay.

-Certify him for night flying.

-You're in.

-Congratulations, cadet.

-Sign right here.

Give me it. "Applicant," that's me.

All right.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

What do you want? Are you crazy? No!

It was the first summit handshake

in years,,,,

-His tie comes from Paris.

-Certainly an improvement on Brezhnev.

The suit is ltalian.

Madam sends to Milan for her clothes.

-What about my roof?

-Your what?

My....

His cover.

San Diego County Agricultural Exchange.

You know the area?

Intimately.

When you reach San Diego,

you have not only the FBl to deal with....

Also the Navy lnvestigative Service,

the Defence lnvestigative Service...

plus Customs and lmmigration officials.

San Diego is very active.

You do understand?

Young man, I was crossing into the West

before you could spell Bolshevik.

A canon is loose in San Diego.

-You know him. He belongs to us.

-The Americans have coded him "Scuba."

Their attempt to be amusing.

You are to apprehend Scuba.

He has killed one of our best agents.

-Scuba is an embarrassment to the premier.

-The premier prepares for the summit.

-A sideshow.

-This lRS man was working for us.

Scuba is blackmailing us. He will keep

killing our agents until we give him money.

Return Scuba to Russia, alive.

That is your assignment.

You have seen the dossier

on your backups?

I prefer our man in Vancouver.

-The operative word is discretion.

-No press.

No publicity.

No news at all.

What we fear most is the American media.

I remember when we used to fear the ClA.

Everything changes, Karpov.

This latest series of talks

between the two great superpowers,

Nothing changes.

The first historic meeting

between these two world leaders,,,

signals the beginning of a new chapter,,,,

More applications, Roy.

These didn't come up kosher, either.

I say that we've got a run

on the Air Force Academy this year.

That's one way to beat Army.

Chief, you're drowning me in paper.

Stats, Roy, stats.

The inspector's going to pay us a visit.

Did you see the thing

about the lRS man at Caliente?

What lRS man?

The one they found behind the pari-mutuel

with his throat cut.

What do you and Totten do in here

every morning at 6:.00 a.m?

Check the Hong Kong prices?

I know a horse player.

Forget about Scuba, Roy.

The man is a burnt-out double agent.

Scuba has been turned so many times

he looks like an omelette.

The man killed my partner.

You don't know if he killed him or not.

Jesus, Roy, that was 20 years ago.

So what?

I gotta go. I'm presenting

the hole-in-one trophy tonight.

Hey. Hang in there, Roy.

Okay, let's see this kid.

What have we got here?

I need a reading

on Richard and Elizabeth Grant.

Fountain Grove, California. Son, Jeffrey.

Yeah.

It doesn't track for me.

Did these people die or what?

-Go, Air Force!

-Yeah, go, Air Force.

Will you sit down?

-Turn the radio off.

-Hey, look at this guy.

Jeffrey Grant.

-All right.

-Go get them.

Good luck, buddy.

And remember,

"You live in fame or go down in flame."

Excuse me, Corporal.

-What do you think?

-Sorry?

Corporal Hogan.

Oh, her.

-Yeah, yeah, she was very nice.

-Yes, very nice.

Sometimes I slip up

and call her Corporal Hogans.

Roy Howe, Jeff, Air Force Reserve Liaison.

I'll be conducting your Academy interview.

You got a wet palm there, son.

What's the matter? Nervous?

-Yeah, I'm nervous.

-What are you nervous about?

-I don't know. I want to pass.

-There's nothing to pass.

This isn't a test. Relax. Be yourself.

Okay.

You are nervous, aren't you? Why?

Because you told me to be myself.

Whenever people tell me to be myself,

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