The Russia House Page #4

the courage to think like a hero,

then you will act like

a merely decent human being. Right?

- Dante, leave me out, will you?

- Hey, you cannot reject me.

Because I am strengthened

by your rejection.

So, promise me.

What the hell am I promising,

for God's sake?

Promise.

All right.

If you ever manage to be a hero,

I'll be a... decent human being.

OK?

Promise?

I promise.

Why didn't you come to us?! I know why.

You put your head in the sand.

Don't know because don't want to know.

I'm sorry, but we're going to need

your rather serious help.

Then I asked him ''What am I supposed

to be promising, for God's sake?''

Why didn't you come to us?! I know why.

You put your head in the sand.

Don't know because don't want to know.

- Who the hell is that?

- Walter? He's a character.

I'm sorry, but we're going to need

your rather serious help.

- That's it.

- And the notebooks?

The notebooks don't mesh

with any disinformation artist,

con man or intelligence peddler we know.

Our psychology and handwriting gurus

tried to fault them.

- And?

- They failed.

Try harder, Russell.

No.

No.

No.

Not even a perhaps or a maybe?

No. Not even a tickle, old boy.

They're not in Dante's class.

All right.

Is that Katya?

- That's her.

- You remember her now?

No such luck.

Choose someone else.

We didn't choose you. Dante did.

Because I wasn't a spy.

We're not asking you to build

the beastly rockets or push the button.

Only to help improve

our knowledge of the enemy.

And if the enemy turns out to be a friend,

where's the harm?

I thought we were all supposed

to be chums together now.

Oh, my dear Lord!

Because this year it suits them

to roll over and play nice doggie?

Because this year they're

on the floor anyway? You ninny.

All the more reason to spy

the daylights out of 'em.

Kick 'em in the balls

every time they get to their knees.

Well, that's where I disagree.

I'll back my Russia against yours

any time.

Nah.

I'm sorry, Ned. No go.

Bloody woman. I must've given offence.

She has a point.

Worry about Dante.

He reached out for you.

Would you rather

throw him to the Americans?

Don't be fooled by Bob's Yaley manner.

The Yanks will take Dante,

put him on a spit and have a barbecue.

How will you live with yourself?

I don't live with myself.

In fact, I try to give myself a wide berth.

I'm offering you a fresh start.

And a fat cheque.

Never mind the money.

Barley's far too grand.

This is something people write in for.

The chance to be an active player

in the defence of their country.

You live in a free society.

You've no choice.

Any decent church would've

burnt you bastards years ago.

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