The Falcon and the Snowman Page #3

I don't trust any of them. I'm all alone.

Would you stop that? This is serious!

How much are they paying you

or is that a big secret?

$140 a week, before taxes.

Do you know what I'm offering you?

Do you know what I make?

-Ten times that.

-Easy. It's about to double.

I'm this far away

from a truly amazing connection.

I'll split it with you 50-50,

down the middle.

Jesus! Nine iron.

-We'll be rich!

-We're already rich.

No. I mean rich.

Hey, he who dies with the most toys wins.

That way is the green.

I can't believe you're not interested.

I'm flattered I'm the only one you trust,

but I'm really not interested.

Fore!

That's the Average White Band,

"Pick Up The Pieces".

I'm your host Johnny Crystal.

"Allow union infiltrators

sufficient lead time."

Union infiltrators?

"Though CIA exposure seems unlikely,

standard programme of denial

"is recommended."

Standard programme of denial

recommended.

Happens all the time.

We're all in the same system.

They screw up, we get their cables.

We screw up, they get ours.

You haven't heard anything about this?

No. I really wouldn't worry about it.

-Eddie would know. Want me to ask him?

-No.

Why not?

Eddie. Eddie! What do you know about

a covert operation in Australia?

-Chris wants to know.

-Which one?

-Something about labor unions.

-Air-traffic controllers.

It's nothing. They're threatening to strike.

If they do, it'd stop our personnel

and equipment into Pine Gap.

Don't worry. It's under control.

Like Whitlam! They've been saying

he's under control for two years!

-Who's Whitlam?

-Prime Minister.

I don't know why somebody doesn't

just blow up his f***in' car.

That's why you're just a clerk.

I'm serious, man! You make it obvious!

You f*** with us,

you accept the consequences.

Anything less than that is a waste

of time and the taxpayers' money!

College boys running things...

Princeton boys!

Faggots afraid to get their hands wet!

-Getting that look.

-F*** you!

Anytime, anywhere.

The man is a communist!

We're letting him walk all over us!

You know, I killed 14 of 'em myself!

Personally!

-That right? College boys?

-Communists!

Special Ops. Laos.

Close range, right between the eyes!

-All right.

-You don't believe me, do you?

-I believe you.

-You don't.

-Lighten up, Gene.

-The war's over, Gene. Spare us.

Believe it, college boy.

Wasn't done.

Why didn't you tell me

your old man was FBI?

Well, 'cause he isn't any more.

Once FBI, always FBI. He's all right.

Larry Rogers, this is Charlie Boyce.

This is Chris's dad.

-Good to meet you. My wife Barbara.

-Hello, Barbara.

What are you doing up?

Having a brandy. Want one?

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