True Lies

HELEN: Can you cover me for an hour?

ALLISON: Just an hour? You should tell this stud to take more time.

HELEN: Will you shutup. I should never have told you about him.

ALLISON: Helen! It's your mystery man.

HELEN: Simon? Ohmygod.

HELEN: You bitch.

ALLISON: Girlfriend, you got a man. You * just have to take control . . . set up the right mood. *

HELEN: Harry only has two moods: busy... * and asleep.

ALLISON: Then you better do something to * jumpstart that man's motor. You know... wake up the sleeping giant of his passion.

HELEN: I mean, it's not like he's saving the world or anything. He's a sales rep for Chrissakes. Whenever I can't get to sleep I ask him to tell me about his day. Six seconds and I'm out. But he acts like he's curing cancer or something.

ALLISON: So I guess you didn't get away * for the weekend after all? *

HELEN: Are you kidding? Harry had to go out of town.

ALLISON: I'm shocked.

HELEN: Yeah. You know Harry.

DANA: I'm done.

HELEN: Where are you off to young lady?

DANA: I have a book report.

HELEN: Dinner's in the warmer. Tell your father I may be late.

DANA: Where are you going?

HELEN: Out.

HELEN: That's not true, honey--

DANA: It is true! He doesn't know anything about me. He still thinks I'm like ten years old or something. As long as I just smile and say yes to whatever he says, like his good little fantasy daughter, he thinks everything's fine. But it's not fine. Nothing's fine.

HELEN: Where are you going?

DANA: Out. If Dad doesn't care enough about us to be here on his birthday, then why should I care? I'm going to a movie.

HELEN: No you're not. You're going to stay here until your father gets home and have cake!

DANA: Mom, wake up! Dad barely knows we exist.

HARRY: I seem to remember something about a history project that's due tomorrow.

DANA: Dad. You just think you know everything, don't you?

DANA: Dad, how come you know the words?

HARRY: Honey that song came out in 1968, when I was exactly your age.

DANA: Unbelievable! Trent told me he wrote it. He's history.

HARRY: There are going to be some changes Dana. You're going to start following some rules. And I'm going to be there to see that you do.

DANA: Yeah, right.

HARRY: You're going to stay in school. Do you understand?

DANA: Why? So I can wind up like you? What's the point?

HARRY: How was school today?

DANA: Fine.

HARRY: Dana, are you listening to me?

DANA: Yeah, Dad.

HARRY: You know you can always talk to me. Right? Whatever is going on in your life, your mom and I'll understand.

DANA: Okay, Dad.

HARRY: You'd tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't you, pumpkin?

DANA: I'm not a pumpkin! Okay?!! Do I look even remotely like a pumpkin?! I'm not a muffin, or a cupcake or a honeybear either! And you don't understand anything Dad...

HARRY: Dana, Mr. Hardy called. Why weren't you in class today?

DANA: He lies! I was there! I was in the nurse's office, cause I had a headache.

HARRY: You seem fine now.

DANA: Great! You're going to believe that fat dweeb Mr. Hardy over your own daughter.

HARRY: I'm not sure what to believe anymore, young lady. You never used to lie to me. But lately you don't seem to know the difference between right and wrong.

HARRY: Immediate roll. Acquire subject at K Street and Key Bridge. * Vehicle is red-and-white * convertible. You have six minutes.

FAISIL: Roger, One. Rolling.

FAISIL: And the second you left there, we started getting calls to the * ghost numbers. They were checking out the Renquist front.

HARRY: Okay. Let's step up the surveillance on her. Put on two more guys.

FAISIL: And this is a little above market- * rate for the horizontal bop, even * for a total biscuit like her.

HARRY: Alright, I want a complete workup on her. Do we know where she is?

FAISIL: Uh huh. Right here in river city.

HARRY: You're kidding.

FAISIL: She lives in Rome, but she does stuff here the Smithsonian and has a lot of diplomatic connections, so she has offices * here. *

FAISIL: They call him "The Sand Spider". *

TRILBY: Why?

FAISIL: Probably because it sounds scary. *

TRILBY: This is impressive, gentlemen. Of course, it would have been even more impressive if you actually knew where he was.

TRILBY: Faisil. You're new on Harry's team, aren't you?

FAISIL: Yes.

TRILBY: So what makes you think that the slack I cut him in any way translates to you?!

FAISIL: Sorry, sir. Uh... here's what we got.

GIB: He's got it.

HARRY: Sorry.

GIB: I'd like to remind you that it has been ten years since you were actually in one of these.

HARRY: If I break it they can take it out of my pay.

HARRY: Any minute now.

GIB: It's show time. Don't look at * the flash. Do not look at the flash.

GIB: ... well get the Highway Patrol to go through the streets and tell everybody on their damn loudspeakers. Just the basics... get away from windows, don't look at it... yeah--

HARRY: Here they come.

GIB: I can get 3 Marine Corps Harriers here in about 12 minutes. They're on maneuvers out of Boca Chica.

HARRY: Get 'em. I'll brief them on the way in.

GIB: --you tell the son of bitch this is Bright Boy Alert. Repeat, a Bright Boy Alert. And I need a patch of the White House ASAP. That's right--

HARRY: ... the Coast Guard has to clear them back to a twenty mile radius. Anybody that can't make the minimum safe distance we need an airlift on, immediately--

GIB: I thought this look like your work.

HARRY: Let's go. I'll brief you in the air.

GIB: You're welcome.

GIB: You've reached a new low with this one. I can't believe you're crazy enough to use the room at the Marquis.

HARRY: Why not? You think I can afford a suite like that on my salary? Is Jean-Claude done yet? *

GIB: We're dead, right? So... where'd you put the transmitter?

HARRY: In her Walkman. It's the one thing I knew she'd be taking.

GIB: Now what?

HARRY: There is only one solution to your problem, Mrs. Tasker. You must work for us.

GIB: Oh shit. Harry... what're you doing?

HARRY: I'm giving her an assignment. I am offerring you a choice. If you work for us we will drop the charges and you can go back to your normal life. If not, you will go to federal prison, and your husband and daughter will be left humiliated and alone. Your like will be destroyed.

GIB: She could be telling the truth.

HARRY: Wait! Calm down, Mrs. Tasker. There is only one more question.

GIB: She's lying.

HARRY: You didn't have sexual relations with him?

GIB: Goddamnit, Harry. This is our butts. So your life is in the toilet. So your wife is banging a used car salesman. Sure it's humiliating. But be a man here--

HARRY: You tell on me, I tell on you.

GIB: Whatya talking? I'm clean as a preacher's sheets, babe. Clean as a --

HARRY: What about that time you trashed a six-week operation because you were busy getting a blow-job?

GIB: You know about that?

HARRY: She's still at my house. *

GIB: The purse is still at the house.

HARRY: Give me the page.

GIB: What are you talking about?

HARRY: It skips from page nine to eleven. Where's page ten?

GIB: Aw, it's gotta be a typo--

HARRY: GIVE ME THE GODDAMN PAGE!!

GIB: Guy's a spook!

HARRY: Yeah, but for who? *

GIB: He could be working her to get to you.

HARRY: Yeah, and we do it twenty times a day. Don't give me that crap. Just put on the taps. Now.

GIB: Sure, Harry. I'm on it.

GIB: Is this national security stuff boring you?

HARRY: Put a tap on her phone.

GIB: What're you talking about? We have that.

HARRY: Helen's phone. Her office line and the line at my house.

GIB: Congratulations. Welcome to the club.

HARRY: It can't be. Not Helen.

GIB: Nobody believes it can happen to them.

HARRY: It can't be.

GIB: Same thing happened to me with wife two. I had no idea until I came home and the house was empty. I mean empty. She even took the ice-cube trays from the fridge. What kind of person would think of that?

HARRY: I still don't believe it.

GIB: Relax. Helen still loves you. She just wants this guy to bang her. It's nothing serious. You'll get used to it after a --

HARRY: He-- Helen. Helen-- it's Helen. It's Helen, Gib.

GIB: Something to do with Helen, is what I'm getting.

HARRY: She's having an affair.

HARRY: Look, uh... I've got to talk to Helen about this thing with Dana. I'm just going to run in and see if she can get away for lunch.

GIB: You want me to just hang-- ?

HARRY: Just hang a minute.

GIB: I'll just hang then, shall I?

HARRY: Abu Kaleem Malik.

GIB: Hardcore, highly fanatical, ultra- * fundamentalist. Linked to * numerous car-bombings, that cafe * bomb in Rome, and the 727 out of Lisbon last year. Major player. *

GIB: Ha! The little prick ditched you! That is so goddamn funny.

HARRY: Son of a bitch!

GIB: Can we go to the office now, Mr. Superspy?

HARRY: So, you wanna play huh? You little--

GIB: That's it. Get 'im Harry We'll teach that little puke not to signal.

HARRY: Look at the way the little punk is driving. He's all over the place. Look-- he hasn't signalled once.

GIB: Goddammit! That's outrageous.

GIB: Hey, did that guy Harry chased last night call in to give himself up yet? Cause apparently that's the only way we're going to catch the son of a bitch --

HARRY: Okay. Here she comes.

GIB: Copy that.

HARRY: And make it fast. My horse is getting tired.

GIB: There's another guy, still in the car.

HARRY: Stay on him.

GIB: What's the plan?

HARRY: Gonna try to get a closer shot of * Beavis & Butthead. *

GIB: Helen's going to be pissed.

HARRY: See, that's the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.

HARRY: Station wagon?

GIB: Uh huh. Want me to lose them?

HARRY: What? It's on the way. She says she's got something for me.

GIB: Yeah, right.

HARRY: She's importing stuff from all over the mid-east.

GIB: She could be moving money, guns. Anything.

GIB: It's all set up... ghost phones and fax, all the usual stuff. You have a suite at the Marquis Hotel under Renquist. Okay, reality check. Go.

HARRY: Hi, I'm Harry Renquist. I own a--

HARRY: It doesn't mean anything. She buys antiquities for Khaled.

GIB: Nope. The art buys are in a separate ledger.

HARRY: You better watch it. She might file on you for sexual harassment.

GIB: In her dreams.

HARRY: Harry Tasker. One zero zero two four.

GIB: Albert Gibson. Three four nine nine one.

GIB: Twenty here, fifty there... I figured my wife's boyfriend was taking it.

HARRY: I thought you moved out.

GIB: Well . . . I moved back in. My lawyer said it would give me a better claim on the house in the property settlement. Don't change the subject... you owe me two hundred bucks.

GIB: Okay. Okay. De-nail ain't just a river in Egypt. She's probably stealing the money to pay for an abortion.

HARRY: Will you just open the door! *

GIB: Uh huh. And her little hormones are going like a fire alarm. I * say even money that physicist on * the bike is boinkin' her. *

HARRY: No way. Not Dana.

GIB: See, kids now are ten years ahead * of where we were at the same age. You probably think she's still a virgin--

HARRY: Don't be ridiculous. She's only -- how old is she?

GIB: Fourteen, Harry.

HARRY: Right. She's only fourteen.

GIB: Kids. Ten seconds of joy. Thirty years of misery.

HARRY: She knows not to steal. I've taught her better than that.

GIB: Yeah, but you're not her parents, anymore, you and Helen. Her parents are Axl Rose and Madonna. The five minutes you spend a day with her can't compete with that kind of constant bombardment. You're outgunned, amigo.

HARRY: Son of a bitch!

GIB: What?

HARRY: Thanks dear.

GIB: Here, check these out.

HARRY: What a team. See you at eight.

GIB: Yep. Sleep fast.

HARRY: What's this for?

GIB: For Dana, schmuck. Bring your kid something. You know. The dad thing.

HARRY: Got it. Nice touch. Okay, pick me up at eight. The de-brief is at ten hundred.

GIB: Harry? HARRY?!

HARRY: What?

GIB: Harry! Where are you!

HARRY: In the helicopter.

HARRY: Switching to sub-vocal. Gib, you copy?

GIB: It's Talkradio. You're on the air.

HELEN: Look, if you ask me everything twice, this is going to take a really long time. And I have to get home to my family.

GIB: You're not going anywhere.

HELEN: My husband is a good man.

GIB: But he's not exactly ringing your bell lately, right? I mean--

GIB: Is this a common thing for you? Cheating?

HELEN: No! Never!

GIB: So, it was your first time.

HELEN: I wasn't cheating!

HELEN: I should have gone to the police, I suppose.

GIB: But you didn't. Why not?

HELEN: I don't know. I guess... I wanted to see what would happen.

GIB: Janice, how many years have you been buzzing us in?

JANICE: Ten, Mr. Gibson.

GIB: And you still reach for your piece every time.

JANICE: Yes sir.

GIB: God! You have no idea how much that turns me on. I've never had the courage to say this before but... I love you, Janice.

JANICE: Yes, sir.

JUNO: Did you tell her about us, Harry?

HARRY: There is no us, you psychotic bitch.

JUNO: Sure. Say that now.

JUNO: You think I care about their * cause? Or yours? Not at all. * See, America is on top now . . * . but so was Rome, once. All * civilizations crumble. One nation succeeding over another. What does it mean in the long run? The only important thing is to live well. And... living * well takes money. *

HARRY: You're damaged goods, lady.

JUNO: This is Samir. See if you can guess his specialty.

HARRY: Oral hygiene?

JUNO: Not exactly.

JUNO: Hello, Harry.

HARRY: Juno. I wish I could say it's a pleasure to see you again.

HARRY: Yes.

JUNO: Yes what?

HARRY: Uh, yes, it is important.

JUNO: I've always been a collector at heart. When I see something I want, I have to have it.

HARRY: And you have a reputation as someone who gets what she wants.

JUNO: Do you like my tomb? The museum * financing fell out, so I thought * your clients might be interested.

HARRY: It's certainly... dramatic.

JUNO: Especially in this light. This is the only light they had then, * so I like to study it this way. I love this place. I love all ruins.

HARRY: Is that why you got into this business?

HARRY: Let's see... that you can read ancient Sanskrit without having to sound out the words. And that other dealers and archeologists don't like you much.

JUNO: Those wimps. It's because I use * my diplomatic contacts to export cultural treasures from countries which tell them to take a hike. I told you to move those crates an hour ago. Come on guys, let's get going.

JUNO: So your clients want something for the lobby of their new corporate headquarters?

HARRY: That's right. They want something... dramatic. I spoke to a number of people who said you're the one to see.

HARRY: Well, what's the point of waiting?

JUNO: I agree.

JUNO: Call me, if you'd like to see some of my other pieces.

HARRY: I'd like that.

HARRY: This is Persian, if I'm not mistaken.

JUNO: Very good. It's sixth century B.C. Do you like the period?

HARRY: I adore it.

HELEN: Not yet. But we'll find him.

HARRY: Dance?

HELEN: ... you should have seen your father, standing there all covered with spaghetti sauce. He looked like such a dope.

HARRY: I told the guy--- I told the guy, this isn't even my order.

HELEN: Oh shit.

HARRY: Wait here. If you have to use this, use it. Don't choke. Okay?

HELEN: What are you going to do?

HARRY: Go down there and kill everybody, I guess.

HELEN: If we're on an island, why are they using trucks?

HARRY: We must be in the Florida Keys . * . . the Overseas Highway * connects the islands to the mainland.

HELEN: Tell me something before this stuff wears off and you start lying again.

HARRY: What?

HELEN: Do you still love me?

HARRY: Yes.

HELEN: As much as you used to?

HARRY: No. Much more.

HELEN: What is it?

HARRY: God, you have great legs.

HELEN: Harry... snap out of it!

HARRY: 17 years.

HELEN: My God. Have you had to... have sex with other women in the line of duty?

HARRY: I don't take those assignments.

HELEN: What about Juno?

HARRY: She's really a fox, isn't she?

HELEN: Did you pork her Harry?

HARRY: No. But I wanted to.

HELEN: Are you a total lying, scumsucking pig Harry?

HARRY: Looks that way.

HELEN: What did he give you?

HARRY: Sodium amytal, maybe some other truth agent.

HELEN: It makes you tell the truth?

HARRY: Yes.

HELEN: Is it working yet?

HARRY: Ask me a question I would normally lie to.

HELEN: Are we going to die?

HARRY: Yup. *

HARRY: I'm sorry, honey.

HELEN: Don't call me honey! You don't ever get to call me honey again. You understand?! You pig!

HELEN: Harry, what's the matter with you? Tell them the truth. We're married, we have a daughter--

HARRY: I don't know what this crazy bitch is on. You should just cut her loose, so we can get down to business.

HELEN: Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Then where did I get this?

HELEN: What were you doing there?

HARRY: You wouldn't believe me.

HELEN: He's got nothing to do with this. It's me you want, right?

HARRY: Let the hooker go. She's not important.

HELEN: Harry, be quiet. Let me handle this.

HARRY: Now slide the nylons off one by one.

HELEN: I'm not wearing any.

HELEN: Allison is sick in bed. I have to go over there, honey.

HARRY: Sure, hon.

HARRY: So last night was pretty exciting, huh?

HELEN: What? Oh, the flat tire? Yeah, I thought the damn towtruck was never going to get there.

HELEN: Oh, gee thanks. Mmmm, let me see--

HARRY: Yes or no.

HELEN: What do you think? Of course yes! What's involved?

HARRY: You will be contacted with the assignment.

HELEN: My husband can't know about this.

HARRY: No one must know! Especially him. You must appear to live your life normally, conveying nothing. The security of this nation depends on it. Can you do that?

HELEN: I think so.

HARRY: Think carefully. You will be lying to the man you love. The person who trusts you the most.

HELEN: I can do it!

HARRY: The code name of your contact will be Boris. Your code name will be--

HELEN: Natasha?

HARRY: No. Doris.

HELEN: What?

HARRY: Do you still love your husband?

HELEN: Yes.

HARRY: Louder please.

HELEN: I love him. I have always loved him and I will always love him. Can I go home, please?

HELEN: Let me out of her! Right now!

HARRY: Answer the question--

HARRY: This Simon. Did you sleep with him?

HELEN: No.

HELEN: I don't know. I guess I needed something...

HARRY: What did you need?

HELEN: I needed to feel alive. I wanted to do something... outrageous. And... I don't know... it felt good to be needed. To be trusted. To be special.

HARRY: Let me handle this part. Do you mind? Why did you go to Carlos' hideout?

HELEN: He wanted me to go with him on a mission, to pose as him wife.

HARRY: And you agreed?

HELEN: Yes.

HARRY: Why?

HELEN: That's none of your goddamn business! What kind of questions are these?

HARRY: You're in a lot of trouble, Mrs. Tasker, so I suggest you cooperate. If we want to know the most intimate details of your life, you'd better tell us.

HARRY: Tell me about your husband, Mrs Tasker.

HELEN: Harry? What can I say about Harry? He's a sales rep for a computer company.

HARRY: Would you say he was boring, then?

HELEN: Yeah. I suppose he is.

HARRY: Why did you continue to see him?

HELEN: He needed my help.

HARRY: Not because you were attracted to him?

HELEN: No.

HARRY: You weren't attracted to him at all?

HELEN: Well, maybe a little.

HARRY: What did happen?

HELEN: Three days later, he called me. He told me to meet him at Overlook Park.

HARRY: How long have you been a member of his faction?

HELEN: I don't know anything about a faction. I just met Simon... or whatever his name is... a couple of weeks ago. I barely know him.

HARRY: I thought we might have lunch tomorrow.

HELEN: I can't, honey. I promised Allison I'd go shopping with her. Sorry.

HARRY: So, a little excitement in an otherwise dull day. Did is work out okay?

HELEN: Oh, sure. Fine. I'll get some more gravy.

HARRY: I was in the area, and I thought you might like to have lunch.

HELEN: They must've just missed me.

HARRY: They said you had to run out.

HELEN: Yeah. It was a rush thing. They needed some documents down at the court house. I barely made it.

HARRY: ...and I'm troubleshooting it with them over the phone... talking to a translator, right, who's getting half of it wrong... it was unbelievable... really wild.

HELEN: It sounds wild. So now you're a big hero, right? For fixing their system.

HARRY: Uh huh.

HELEN: My husband the hero.

HARRY: It's the big client in Japan, and it's the middle of the morning there and their whole system is crashed... this guy's having a meltdown--

HELEN: What'd you do, honey?

HARRY: Well I pull out the manual on their setup, which is the new 680 server...

HARRY: Come on to bed, you don't have to brush your teeth.

HELEN: I'll just be a second. So what happened tonight at the office?

HARRY: I couldn't believe it. I go back to get this report I need, right, and the phone is ringing, so like a bonehead I answer it--

HARRY: I'm sorry. Thank you for the party.

HELEN: Yeah. It was great.

HARRY: Look, I know you're upset. I'm really sorry, honey. I raced home as quick--

HELEN: It's okay, don't bother, Harry.

HARRY: Hi honey. What's going on? *

HELEN: Sorry to bother you in a meeting, but you have to promise me that * you'll be home at eight. I don't * want Dana and I sitting here by ourselves like we were last year. You promise?

HARRY: Baby, I said I'd be there. Really. Trust me. Gotta go, honey. Bye bye.

HELEN: I need you to talk to Dana. The vice principle called and she cut class again this afternoon.

HARRY: I'll handle it.

HARRY: Uh huh. Okay.

HELEN: It's not okay. It's extortion.

HARRY: What did you tell him?

HELEN: I slept with him and he knocked off a hundred bucks.

HARRY: Good thinking, honey.

HELEN: That's fabulous Harry.

HARRY: Yeah, it was wild.

HELEN: How'd it go at the trade show? You make all the other salesmen jealous?

HARRY: Yeah. You should have seen it. We were the hit of the show with the new model ordering system, the one for the 680... how you can write up an order and the second the customer's name goes into the computer, it starts checking their credit, and if they've ordered anything in the past, and if they get a discount...

HARRY: I'm late.

HELEN: Me too.

HELEN: Hi, honey. How was the flight?

HARRY: Fine, honey. Stay asleep.

HELEN: Okay.

HARRY: Beat it.

SIMON: No. Soon as I turn you'll shoot me.

SIMON: Yeeaoowww!!

HARRY: You son of a bitch. Did you really think you could elude us forever, Carlos?

SIMON: Wait! You got the wrong guy. My name's Simon. Look, just let me go. There's no need to kill me. I haven't seen your--

SIMON: See. You and this car were meant for each other. Why fight it? Sure, I have a couple other buyers lined up, but I like your style. Whattya say? Should we start on the paperwork?

HARRY: Let me think about it. Hold it a day for me?

HARRY: Sooooo... she's pretty good in bed, then?

SIMON: Hey, slow down you're gonna miss the turn!

HARRY: But with you, she gets to be hot, right?

SIMON: Red hot. Her thighs steam.

HARRY: What does she do?

SIMON: Some kinda legal secretary of something. Married to some boring jerk.

HARRY: You working on someone right now?

SIMON: I always have a couple on the hook. You know. There's one right now, I've got her panting like a dog. It's great.

SIMON: Okay, just ask yourself. What do women really want? You take these bored housewives, married to the same guy for years. Stuck in a rut. They need some release. The promise of adventure. A hint of danger. I create that for them.

HARRY: So you're basically lying your ass off the whole time? I couldn't do it.

SIMON: Well, think of it as playing a role. It's fantasy. You have to work on their dreams. Get them out of their daily suburban grind for a few hours.

HARRY: Isn't that hard to keep up, in the long run?

SIMON: Doesn't matter. I like change. You know, constant turnover. As soon as I close the deal, it's one of two more times, then adios.

HARRY: Use 'em and lose 'em.

SIMON: Exactly. The trick is, you gotta pick your target. They have to be nice little housewife types. School-teachers. But, I'm telling you, you get their pilot lit, these babes, they can suck- start a leaf-blower.

HARRY: What about the husbands?

SIMON: Dickless. If they took care of * business, I'd be out of business, know what I mean?

HARRY: Those idiots.

SIMON: Let's face it, Harry, the Vette gets 'em wet. But it's not enough. If you want to really close escrow, you gotta have an angle.

HARRY: And you've got one.

SIMON: It's killer. Look at me-- I'm not that much to look at. No really. I can be honest. But I got 'em lining up, and not just skanks, either. Some are.

HARRY: So what's your angle?

SIMON: Sorry. Trade secret.

HARRY: Sure. Set me up and then don't tell me.

SIMON: What're we talking about here? Pussy, right?

HARRY: Absolutely.

VOICE: Boris and Doris?

HELEN: Go ahead.

HELEN: What?

VOICE: Get going!

HELEN: Uh... well, okay then. You sound terrible. I'll run out right now. Just call the prescription in to the pharmacy. Sure, no problem. Bye.

VOICE: I said SIT DOWN. Who do you work for?

HELEN: Kettleman, Barnes and McGrath. I'm a legal secretary.

VOICE: Of course. Mrs. Tasker. And what were you going with the international terrorist, Carlos the Jackal? Taking dictation?

HELEN: He said he was an American agent.

JUNO: Like one?

HELEN: Fuck you.

JUNO: Now just keep your knees together, and you'll be fine.

HELEN: Something you obviously have a hard time doing!

JUNO: Hold that thought.

HELEN: What's going on, Harry?

JUNO: Samir is just going to ask Harry a few questions. See, we're not even sure which agency Harry works for. Now, Samir is absolutely first class, but on the other hand we have Harry, here, who has managed to lie convincingly to the woman he loves for 15 years. So it will be interesting to see how long he can resist.

HELEN: Look, Harry's not part of this. He's just a sales rep.

JUNO: No, my dear, he is a federal agent. He killed two of my colleagues the other night.

HELEN: No, you don't understand, we've been married for 15 years--

JUNO: Who's your little friend?

HELEN: I'm Helen Tasker. Harry's my husband. And you are?

JUNO: So now it's Tasker? Not Renquist?

SIMON: Thank you. You saved my life. What's your name?

HELEN: Helen.

SIMON: You can call me Simon. You're very brave to do this... You opened it.

HELEN: I just glances inside.

SIMON: You see what I mean? That reaction would give us away in a second. Try to relax.

HELEN: It's just that... it's been sixteen years since anyone but Harry did that, I--

SIMON: Relax. There, that's better. Let yourself slip into the role.

SIMON: To our assignment.

HELEN: What is it you need me to do?

SIMON: Helen, I want you to be my wife.

HELEN: I'm married!

SIMON: Just for the operation in Paris. I need to be married. They'll be looking for a man traveling alone.

HELEN: We're going to Paris?

SIMON: Helen, there's a double agent in my outfit... I don't know who. There's no one I can trust. Except you. Can you get away? Just for two days.

HELEN: I don't know. I have to think...

SIMON: Here. Sit down. Be comfortable.

HELEN: What's happened?

SIMON: It's serious. That's all I can * say. Just meet on K Street under * the Key Bridge. At eight sharp. *

HELEN: What is it you want me to do?

SIMON: Not here. I'll call you and we'll rendezvous again. We have to leave separately, so we aren't seen together. For your safety.

HELEN: You'll call me then?

SIMON: Yes. Now go.

HELEN: Were they trying to kill you? *

SIMON: Three of them. Hardly worth * talking about. Two won't bother * me again.

HELEN: And you chased one?

SIMON: Something came over me, I just had nail him, no matter what the * risk. It was pretty hairy. I thought he had me, a couple of * times. But I really can't take credit . . .

HELEN: Tell me what happened?

SIMON: I'm sorry, I can't.

HELEN: You can trust me completely.

SIMON: I know. But it would compromise your safety too much to know certain things.

HELEN: Right, of course. I was worried when I didn't hear from you that night.

SIMON: It's strange. I knew I was in a woman's thoughts when I was shooting it out with those assassins.

HELEN: That was you?!

SIMON: You recognized my style. See, you're very good. You're a natural at this.

SIMON: Did you read the papers yesterday?

HELEN: Yes.

SIMON: Sometimes a story is a mask for a covert operation. See-- two men killed in a restroom, and two unidentified men in a running * shootout, ending at the * Marriot...

HELEN: Where were you? On a... uh, * mission?

SIMON: Ssshhh! We say Op. Covert * operation. And this one got a little rough.

HELEN: Worse than Cairo? *

SIMON: Cairo was a day at the beach next * to this.

SIMON: Are you sure you weren't followed?

HELEN: I kept looking back, like you taught me. I didn't see anyone.

SIMON: Okay. It's just, things are a bit hot for me right now. If I get a signal... I may have to leave suddenly.

HELEN: I understand.

SIMON: It's my job to risk my life, but not yours. I feel bad about bringing you into this, but you're the only one I can trust.

HELEN: Yes. I suppose so. Where?

SIMON: The same place. One o'clock. I have to go now. See you tomorrow. Remember, I need you.

HELEN: Hello?

SIMON: Helen? It's Simon. Is it safe to talk?

HELEN: Yes. Go ahead.

MALIK: Who is this woman?

JUNO: His wife.

MALIK: His wife? Good. Bring them.

JUNO: What do you want me to do?

MALIK: Find out who this Renquist it.

JUNO: How?

MALIK: Use the gifts that Allah has given you.

JUNO: It's a good thing you pay me well.

MALIK: Do you realize that there are surveillance teams watching this place right now? Your phones are almost certainly tapped. And you are busy laughing and flirting like a whore with this Renquist, who may be a--

JUNO: No. He checked out okay--