Little Nikita Page #5

-Tell him what?

-What you got.

-I got a tyre and a tin can.

-Next time.

Okay, hit the smoker, anglers.

Oh, thanks.

Eight pounds.

Okay.

-Where's Aurelio?

-Three-time loser.

Border patrol grabbed him.

Someone blew the whistle on him.

Hello.

-I like your new helper.

-Yeah, he's Joe.

Yugo out of Vancouver.

Wouldn't you believe it?

He talks less English than Aurelio.

-Why don't you just get another bracero?

-I don't know. This guy just showed up.

-I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Bucky.

-Yo, Richard.

Do you have a file on Jeffrey Grant?

What kind of file?

Grades...

extra-curricular activities.

Going back, say, a couple of years.

Why would I show you Jeffrey Grant's file?

I'm FBl.

You could be NFL for all I care.

Please?

-Good kid?

-Straight A's.

He tells his friends he gets C's.

Wonderful kid.

What about his parents?

PTA, the Rotary, the United Way.

They love their kid, their kid loves them.

It's a close family.

Close?

Pardon?

It's close in here.

"lf there's no window, there's no air."

An old saying.

Well, that do it for you?

How'd a pretty girl like you

get mixed up in guidance counselling?

How'd a nice guy like you

get mixed up in the FBl?

You ever guided any students

towards the Bureau, Verna?

-I hope not.

-How about me guiding you towards dinner?

Richard!

Mum?

You okay, Mum?

Mum?

-Looks like a one-dash.

-No, a dash-one.

Two, three...

five...

seven....

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, dash-one.

"Kirov opening."

Okay, Cindy, go get the ball!

Diego, the ring! Starbuck, the block!

Okay, good girl, Cindy, Great, guys,

Attaboy, Good boy, Diego,

Yeah, that's a good boy,

Where did this come from?

Where did you get this, you little devil?

There's a body in the water!

Call the harbour police.

Let's get the police!

Jeff!

What happened?

-ls he hurt?

-Oh, honey.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine. I'm fine.

Howdy, folks.

Roy Parmenter here,

your new neighbour from across the street.

I'm Richard Grant.

This is my wife, Elizabeth.

And this is our son, Jeffrey.

Are you okay, Jeff?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Haven't....

-Have we met somewhere?

-You look so familiar.

Sure. I swung by once

to buy a plant for my office.

Hi, Jeff.

Put her there.

Now, that's what I call a handshake!

And I could use the other hand, too.

Help me load in over there,

you know what I mean?

-I don't think so.

-He'd love to, Mr Parmenter.

Call me Roy. May I call you Richard?

And you're Betty, right?

-Elizabeth is good enough.

-What happened to Sgt Juckett?

He got transferred back to Parris lsland.

Lucky me.

-I pay well.

-You don't have to pay Jeff a thing.

-You're in Fountain Grove now, Roy.

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