Little Nikita Page #3

I heard you gave him

the code name "Scuba."

No, an FBl agent did.

But why?

He loves water.

Like a shark.

No, like a rat.

Stop here, before we get to the border.

We have organised a pickup

on the other side.

I prefer public transportation.

I guess that's okay,

but I don't have to tell you--

No, you don't.

Welcome aboard the San Diego trolley,

bound for the Santa Fe Depot in centre city,

We appreciate having you on board today

and hope you have a pleasant trip,

You call a taxi?

Are you the man

who wants to go to Fountain Grove?

He crossed the border yesterday.

Turned up in a coffee shop

in Fountain Grove.

He didn't give up

on public transportation, did he?

Meaning?

He was at the Union Station stakeout in D.C.

20 years ago when Scuba--

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Look at that son of a b*tch.

He still looks real good.

Why did you ask me in here

before everyone else?

Because you're the best, Roy.

I should be reporting to you,

instead of the other way around.

-Don't stroke me, Jim.

-What do you want me to tell you?

That I got Scuba.

You know there's a case.

You can feel it inside, just like I do.

Karpov is here to get Scuba.

The Bureau is maintaining

a hands-off policy.

Screw the Bureau. What is your policy, Jim?

You know I'm right.

I don't give a damn

whether you're right or wrong, Roy.

I just wanna see you get on with your life.

Get it resolved. You owe it to yourself.

So I got Scuba?

Yeah, you got Scuba. He's all yours.

But you're on your own.

It is strictly unofficial.

No one but me knows about it.

Understand?

Thanks, Jim.

Don't forget your Air Force applications.

So they spotted him

in a coffee shop in Fountain Grove.

Fountain Grove? Wait a minute.

Well, what's the big deal?

I'm just applying for traffic school.

-Down the hall, Grant. Room 1.

-Please.

All I want is Saturday's class.

If I don't get in, I don't get my licence back.

Sorry, Grant. Room 1.

Room 1.

Department of Motor Vehicles, please hold.

-Hello, Jeff.

-Hi, Major. What are you doing here?

Let's take a ride.

Take a ride? Take a ride where?

What do I want to take a ride with you for?

Because I asked you to.

-Did you read it?

-I'll show you my lD.

It gets me a beer in a disco in Encinitas.

What does yours get you?

Mine gets me this.

I could fix the licence, but not that picture.

Am I under arrest?

-What for? Did you do something wrong?

-No.

-What's the matter?

-Nothing.

Relax.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

See that storefront over there? That's

Congressman Larkin's suburban office.

Someone in there is selling nominations

to the service academies.

If someone's selling, someone's buying.

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