pardon?
A following.
I'm being followed
by a Russian.
Oh, is this a joke?
No.
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? No.
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...
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.
What? 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.
Duty officer.
Yeah, my name
is Jonathan Moore.
I'm not drunk, I'm not stoned
and this isn't a crank call.
I gotta come down there right away, but your
operator... She won't give me your address.
What did you say
your name was, again?
Jonathan Moore.
And what's your problem?
Put the phone down. Hurry!
Let me see your hands.
Step outside the booth.
Hands behind your head.
What's going on?
- Shut up.
- That's him. I'll kill him!
That son of a bitch tried
to wreck my car!
Relax. We'll handle this. You
have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say...
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
Dad, you gotta listen to
me. No, you gotta listen.
You know what you put
your mother and me through?
I'm at a police station at 4:00 in the
morning, and she's popping Valiums like M & M's.
That guy Bronski? He's gonna
sue you. No, he's gonna sue me.
I'm responsible. You know what
your insurance rates are gonna be?
You know how much money
this is gonna cost me?
I thought he was chasin'
me. He was chasing you.
You ran him off the road. He wanted to
kick your ass. "I" want to kick your ass.
I thought he was
a K.G.B. From Russia.
What? I thought he
was K.G.B. From Russia.
He's a C.P.A. From Encino.
What are you, crazy?
Yeah, maybe I am. I
know you're a good kid.
Just get yourself
into a drug program, okay?
Yeah. Okay.
- What you got?
- Nothin'.
- Johnson?
- Nothin'.
Shit. Let's go.
The kid must have it
on him.
Duty officer.
This is Jonathan Moore. I talked to
you last night, but we got cut off.
Yes. I really need your help.
I got this roll of film
from this girl in East Berlin.
I think it has spy stuff on it. Uh-huh.
This morning, some guys trashed
my apartment looking for it.
Did they get it?
No, they didn't find it.
You should see this place.
They went through everything.
- We believe you.
- You do?
The agency is going to help you. Just stay
where you are, and we'll send someone to get you.
No, I can't do that.
I don't know who anybody is.
Anybody could come here and say
they're the C.I.A. I gotta come to you.
All right. Calm down. Our address
is 444 Flower Street, suite 700.
Do you have the film,
or is it hidden?
No, I have it.
But there's something else.
My girlfriend... Her name's
Sasha Banicek... She's in trouble.
She's still in East Berlin. Don't worry
about her. We'll take care of everything.
You're bringing the film with
you, right? Yeah, I'm on my way.
- "All right. "
We'll see you.
He's coming in.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm Jonathan Moore.
I'm supposed
to see somebody.
I'll be with you
in a moment.
Jonathan, dear,
it's Mother.
I got the number of the Brentwood
Drug Rehabilitation Center.
It's 555-4731.
Please