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Ah, Dad, I'm sorry.
It was in my backpack
when I jumped into the moat.
You jumped into a moat?
You jumped into a moat
with my Nikon?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
I had to. L...
This is kind
of a long story.
I've got all night.
Can I come in?
'Course, dear.
Don't tell me.
This has to do
with that girl, right?
Yeah, it does.
You knocked her up,
didn't you?
Oh, Jonathan!
Leave it to you to find the one
girl who isn't on the pill.
- No, no, no.
You guys are totally wrong.
- You didn't knock her up?
- No.
- You're flunking
out of school?
- No, I'm not flunking out.
- What is it? Drugs?
You're involved with drugs?
No, Dad.
I'm not involved with drugs.
Please just listen.
I told you about the girl
I met in Paris, Sasha.
Everything was going along okay.
We were having a great time.
I'll bet.
Will you
let him finish?
- Finish.
- She told me she was a courier
and had to pick something up.
- So we went to East Berlin.
- "East" Berlin?
- Oh, my God.
- No. Everything was okay
there too.
Sasha made her pickup,
and she gave me the strudel.
Then this Russian guy
started following her,
so she called
and told me to meet her
at the Cafe Friedrichstrasse,
which really meant
that I was supposed
to get out of East Berlin.
So I go to the checkpoint
with the strudel,
and I get strip-searched.
- [Gasping]
- It's okay. I made it through.
But then I go back to the hotel,
and somebody'd stolen
all my stuff,
so I had to stay out all night.
The next morning at the Citadel,
Sasha wasn't there.
This lady showed up,
and she wanted the strudel.
Why did the lady
want the strudel?
She didn't,
but I didn't know that.
So I gave it to her,
and they shot her.
- They shot her?
- Who shot her?
I don't know, but they almost
got me too. That's why I jumped
into the moat.
They shot her
for a strudel?
No, not for the strudel.
For this.
What's that?
It's a roll of film.
What's on it?
- I don't know.
- Why don't you
get it developed?
Dad, are you kidding? I can't
just take this down to Fotomat.
It's got spy shit on it.
"Spy shit"?
Okay, he's on drugs.
- I am not.
- Sweetheart, it's all right.
We have counseling programs.
Whatever it costs,
we don't care.
- You guys don't believe me.
- This is not a game, son.
This is your life.
You're right. I'm on drugs.
I'm a junkie.
I mainline. I freebase.
I put cocaine
on my Corn Flakes.
As a matter of fact,
I gotta go meet
my connection.
You get back here.
[Door Slamming]
"You" had to let him go
to Europe!
[Man] F.B.I.
Yeah, I wanna report
a following.
I beg your pardon?
A following.
I'm being followed
by a Russian.
Oh, is this a joke?
I smuggled a roll of film
out of East Berlin.
I still have it,
and I want to get rid of it.
This guy just chased me
down Pico Boulevard.
He's in a gray Mercedes.
He's a K.G.B. Agent.
And you are a spy
of some sort?
Do I sound like a spy?
I didn't know I was
smuggling the film out.
My girlfriend...
She planted it on me.
I'm sorry, sir,
but the Bureau
is precluded by law...
from becoming involved
in cases of foreign espionage.
I have a roll of film
that somebody was shot for,
now what should I do?
Perhaps the C.I.A.
Can help you.
Do you have
the C.I.A.'s number?
It's in the book.
I don't have a book.
I'm in a phone booth.
Then I suggest
you call information.
Thank you.
You're welc...
[Phone Ringing]
Good evening,
Central Intelligence Agency.
May I help you?
Yeah, I need to come
down there right away.
What's your address?
Langley, Virginia.
No, no. I mean, in L.A.
I'm sorry, sir.
We cannot give out
that information.
We cannot give out
our address, sir.
I don't believe this.
Is there at least somebody there
I can talk to?
One moment, please.
[Phone Ringing]
Duty officer.
Yeah, my name
is Jonathan
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