Scorpio Page #3

with that bag? Give me that bag!

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

Good morning, sir.

McLEOD:
Ail you had to do

was keep your heads dawn.

And Cross would have walked

right into this office to file his report.

And what d'you do?

You crawl halfway up his ass!

Who did you think you were following,

some second-hand car dealer

from Oshkosh, Wisconsin?

Cross is the best.

Now he's running free

and all I've got

is one operative with a cut head,

another being held by the local police

as a drug-addict homosexual,

and one beat-up car.

Mr. McLeod, you said to check him

in and keep an eye on him and...

Oh, get out.

How is Harris?

Still in a state of shock.

Cross forced a harmless hay fever pill

into his mouth' told him it was cyanide

from an SD kit.

Beautiful!

- Shall I bail the dummy out?

McLEOD:
No, let him sweat.

I can't let this get upstairs, Fil.

If we throw this one,

the chief'll come down hard.

We have to get Cross.

I've got every man on it,

but without FBI or locals,

we're carrying a handicap.

The Bureau would love

to get their hands on this. Mmm-mmm.

No, no one outside the Agency.

Blanket everything.

Every exit. Operate every contact.

I'll put it nationwide. We'll box him in.

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

PICK:
Flight for Toronto

is 7:
15, due in 8:10.

Then the big one, Toronto-Vienna.

It leaves at 8:
25 and it's

a fast-track ab' the way.

You'll be there at 5:30 in the morning,

1:
30 in the afternoon their time.

(DOOR OPENING)

Put it in your shoe, Jack!

Can't you read the sign? Maintenance!

Too much!

I made the connections

as fast as I could, like you said.

There are no through bookings,

nothing traceable.

In Pittsburgh your tickets will be

waiting for you at the National desk,

under the name Father Henderson.

At Chicago go to the United desk.

There you're Father Kitts.

At Toronto it's Air Canada,

under the name Father Wieland.

(IN GERMAN ACCENT)

And your English is not so good!

Let's get moving.

Tell me, how do you like my place?

Very much.

I've 75 students of English Literature,

I teach nine classes a week,

and our new term starts next week.

And I love you.

How do you like Paris?

Better watch out, Jean.

You make one promise

and I'll hold you to it.

(C HATTER ON PA)

Okay, Father.

Goodbye, my son. Bless you.

ALL:
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!

(CHUCKLES)

JEAN'S GIRLFRIEND: Hello.

JEAN:
What are we buying for each other?

GIRLFRIEND:
I'll pay my dues.

JEAN:
How much did my sister tell you?

GIRLFRIEND:
She said there'd be pain.

Did she talk about Algeria?

She said that you were

a lieutenant in the paratroopers.

When I think of it, I'm afraid. Aren't you?

I picked you up, remember?

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