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''A contingent of Chinese Businessmen from the Mainland and Taiwan take advantage of a trip to the US to implement a scheme to increase China's edge in the Computer/Smart-phone economy. When US intelligence services learn of their presence in a Vegas hotel suite, they dispatch [[Jouni]] a local female Air Force Reserve Officer to gather information.<br>
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''Succeeding beyond expectations, the improvised spy gets deeply involved in the case which migrates from Land to Air to Sea and Cyberspace.<br>
[[File:EmblemXXIIOlympicGames.png|thumb|right|240px|Emblem of the Moscow Games'']]
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A contingent of Chinese businessmen are meeting in the top suite of The Palms Hotel. They are to discuss ways to counter Western interests hegemony in the computer industry.
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An eery silence bounces off the water at the Olimpiysky Sports Complex. Sergei Nikitin sits next to his 11 year old son [[Alexander]] high up in the bleachers. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Salnikov Vladimir Salnikov], 20, steps onto the starting block, leans into position and explodes forward as the shot is fired. Alexander's breath stops, his eyes widen up and his hand squeezes his father's as his hero resurfaces and begins his 30 laps race.
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[[Liu]] Zheng, mid-sixties, is President of Hanovo Holdings (Beijing) and [[John]] Wang, early fifties, is Founder and CEO of Han Hoi Industries (Taipei). Both men are leaning on the penthouse's terrace glass end walls by of a pool bearing the Playboy logo.
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Attached to the same fleet as the champion's father, a Sea Captain, Sergei was able to obtain a pair of complementary tickets for the sold out event. For Sergei, this is a major honor. For his son Alexander, this is It. He has been cheering for Salnikov ever since the 1976 Montreal Olympic Games when the then 16 year Leningrad swimmer finished 5th before breaking a series of records and getting the opportunity to compete again at the Olympics.
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Liu<br/>
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The Omega ''Swim-O-Matic'' board installed in the pools corner indicates 04:59:46 as the head trio bounce off the finish wall for a 10th time. Salnikov is in line with a fellow countryman and an Australian swimmer. 5 other competitors lag behind at various positions. The rhythm is steady and on schedule. 7500 spectators hold their breath in unison.
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(in Mandarin, looking at The Strip)<br/>
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We can buy this town, John. We can buy it all.
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John<br/>
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By the pool's doors, even the heavy armed guards are distracted from their duty as they peek into the water to follow the race. All of Moscow's Olympic facilities are guarded by Red Army soldiers who have been called in to reinforce the Moscow Police contingent which is stretched at its limits. Two weeks before the opening of the Games, which are boycotted by most western Olympic teams, the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KGB KGB] received intelligence from their Makhachkala field office that pro-mujahedin trans-Caucasian Muslim insurgents might try to disrupt the event.
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Sure, but why? Why not build one in the Home Land.
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Liu<br/>
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10:04:07 freezes on the electronic board as Salnikov hits the contact pad for the 20th time. He is slightly ahead of his two closest competitors tailing less than a second behind, but not on time to beat his 1978 West Berlin record and for sure not in time to beat the world record which is even a second faster. Alexander knows this and clings to his father's hand even harder.
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Because it would mean the beginning of the end for us, just as we're rising again. No... this civilization was short lived and is nearing its demise. Look, they're celebrating their prowess's, and ignoring ours. Do you see a Forbidden City casino?
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John smiles.
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At every return lap, Salnikov who breath out on the left side, tries to make sense of the 6 digits that scramble on the time board in the distant corner. Only the middle set is important. 05... 06... 07... 08... He's not going to make it. His own record, he doesn't care; the world record maybe but the 15 minute mark for sure. Not for him. For Oleg his friend from the Leningrad Red Army Swimming Team who just came back from war, leaving his legs behind. Ever since they started training, the two best friends had vowed that they would break the 15 minute mark at the Moscow Games, the home games, or they'd stop competing. Oleg did not make the 1980 team. He was sent to Afghanistan instead.
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An aide walks towards Liu and addresses him discreetly.
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22nd lap. Vladimir Salnikov propels his body with such force that he emerges now leading by 3 good seconds from the next swimmer. Alexander closes his eyes and imagines entering his idol's body and soul. He also is a great swimmer. The best of his school. One day, he wants to compete at the Olympics just like Vladimir Valeryevich, to make his father proud, to make the whole Soviet Union proud.
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Aide<br/>
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Less than 3 laps to go. The crowd starts cheering as Salnikov loses his competitors behind the waves. He is leading by half a pool's length. One is lagging far behind. He just crossed him mid pool swimming in the opposite direction. Three or four others are no threats either. He sees them every time he pops out of a flip turn. But the other two or three, he has no idea, but he knows he's first. He peeks at the clock: 14:02:95, 2 flips and 2 laps to go. 57 seconds... Impossible... He's got no more breath, no more oxygen, no more power. Everything turns black.
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Mr. Zheng. The group of ladies has arrived. May I let them in?
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Liu<br/>
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As he gets back to his senses, the only thing Salnikov can see is the black line at the bottom of the pool, the only thing he can feel is this growing pain in his right leg, right by the ankle. He knows exactly which muscle. He had cramps there before, but during training. Why now, one lap away from his life long goal. High up in the audience, Alexander's eyes squint behind their closed lids. He raises his right foot above the bleachers concrete floor and starts rotating it on its axle. Under water, the T is now in sight. 3, 2, 1, flip! Final lap. Salnikov's body is on auto-pilot. He wants to know the time but can't raise his head forward. The black line, the crowd, the black line, the crowd. He doesn't feel the cramp nor the rest of his body. The black line, the crowd, the black line, the crowd, the black l... the T, 3, 2, 1...
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(looking at John)<br/>
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But lets forget about our business for a now and enjoy the company of Western ladies.
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John<br/>
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Little Alexander Sergeyevich opens his eyes as he feels his hand touching the pad. He looks at the time board: 14:58.27... They made it!
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(as the aide walks away)<br/>
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I think our people as well as those from Japan, Korea, even India and beyond... still buy this model, this illusion created by the Americans. That's what we have to sell Liu. Not just our national pride.
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Liu<br/>
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====STREET, MOSCOW, 25 JULY 1980====
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(pensive)<br/>
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Maybe you're right... Maybe you're right...
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John<br/>
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This is Alexander's last day in the capital. Tomorrow he and his father have to head back home, on the shore of the Baltic Sea. All around him on the street there is a cheering atmosphere. Moscow woman are much funkier then back home in his town which doesn't exist. Here, there are Black people, Asia people, he hears languages that sound like nothing he's heard before. This is what he's always wanted. To get away from the grim reality of his small town. When he grows up, he'll move to Moscow.
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(persuasive)<br/>
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We have to make this dream ours... The American Dream... and control it's dispersion. We have to buy into it, the same way your government bought in to this economy.
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Liu<br/>
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Today, there is a rumor on street, that's how news go around in the Soviet Union. A famous folksinger is dead. Alexander's father does not appear that affected but thinks that his mother will be sad. She likes Vladimir Visotsky when he sings on the radio. Instead of going to the Lenin Stadium to see track events, they'll try to locate a record store. If the news is real, there will be a shortage of the folksinger's records, for years to come. That's how it works in the Soviet Union. Alexander is upset about missing the 100 meter final. He doesn't think that there's much he could do about the two Russian runners, but he wanted to use his newly developed telekinetic powers to help the Cuban favorite. He is intrigued by these far away people. Exotic communist people. He's seen a weird film set in Cuba on the television which fascinated him. But he wants to make his mother happy too. He know it's hard for her up there in their village, amongst people that are not really hers. Also, on the way to the record store, he'll discover more of this gigantic city, and maybe they'll take the metro again.
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But people like you are part of it, own part of it... As much as our government owns part of the American economy.
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====KURSKAYA TRAIN STATION, MOSCOW, 26 JULY 1980====
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He knew it. On a huge color monitor placed at a special Olympic booth inside the station, Alexander watches replays of the previous days event. Silvio Leonard, his Cuban protégé was leading the race but lost at the last split second to a Englishman. Why didn't he insist with his father that they'd go to the stadium instead of desperately looking for a dead-man's record. At least this one was alive and he could have saved him. Maybe a English kid was in the stadium to guide his countryman. Maybe some English spy killed Vladimir Visotsky to disrupt the course of what was meant to happen: that he, Alexander, be in the stadium to counter the English kid's powers.
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(looking at the sun setting on Vegas)<br/>
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Our nation deserves more then being only a giant manufacture. Our people are ready for another leap.
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The contingent of ladies is being escorted around the pool. Several of them undress into their bikinis and jump in the water.
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Alexander and his father board the Leningrad bound train. They are carrying loads of goods that you can't find in their town, but no Visotsky record. They were all sold out. On the journey, Alex his mesmerized by the endless scenery that streams through the window. He rethinks of Vladimir Salnikov's race, of the streets of Moscow, of the metro, of the thousands of foreign people. A few seats behind him, a young woman starts playing ''Moscow-Odessa'' on her guitar. By the last bar, the whole applauds cheerfully. He'll never forget this trip.
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[[Jouni]] Wilson, early thirties, dark blond and athletic, drops her black [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arc'teryx Arc'teryx] Arro 22 backpack on a long chair and walks towards the edge of the terrace just a few meters away from John. She lights a cigarette, blows smoke in the air and realizes that it blows back towards the two men. She addresses them as the aide rushes between them to intervene.
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====ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, CLOSED CITY OF SILLAMÄE, ESTONIAN SSR, USSR====
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Jouni<br/>
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The teacher writes a sequence of mathematical equations on the blackboard. Back to school, back in [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sillam%C3%A4e Sillamäe], the damned city. Alexander stares at the clouds streaming across the Baltic Sea. Why can't he become an adult right away and sail away to see the world. He could go to Cuba, China, Argentina.. He could marry a girl like the one who sang on the train. They could travel together. He would be her bodyguard, her guardian angel. He could do anything he wants, now that he knows how to move objects around, how to cure cramps at a distance.
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(to John, as she strikes her hair away from her face)<br/>
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Whoops, I'm sorry. I didn't expect the smoke to blow back... I'm very sorry.
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Aide<br/>
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-Alexander... Alexander Sergeyevich... Alexander Sergeyevich Nikitin! Repeats the teacher as Alexander snaps out of his daydream.
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(walking rapidly towards Jouni)<br/>
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No, no, no. Only around the pool. Come with me.
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John<br/>
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-Euhh, yes teacher. I was thinking about the solution.
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(in Mandarin, to the aide)<br/>
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That's OK. She doesn't bother me.
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Aide<br/>
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The whole class laughs as Alexander turns red.
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(looking at both John and Liu)<br/>
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Excuse me.
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Liu<br/>
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-What solution, Alexander Sergeyevich? The solution to your stupidity?
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(waiving the aid off, then to John)<br/>
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Thank you... John, I'm going to rest to be ready for tomorrow. I like you're thinking. Let's continue this in the morning.
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John<br/>
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Ok Liu, good night and thanks again for the evening.
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Liu walks away as John turns around looking back towards The Strip, standing by Jouni's side.
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John<br/>
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(in English to Jouni)<br/>
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Do you have another cigarette, miss?
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Jouni<br/>
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(pulling a Davidoff cigarette from her and purse)<br/>
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Oh... For sure. I didn't think you'd smoke. No one's smoke here anymore.
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John<br/>
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(accepting the cigarette)<br/>
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I don't smoke much. Only when I'm abroad.
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Jouni<br/>
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And where is home for you if I may ask, China?
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John<br/>
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Taiwan actually...
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Jouni<br/>
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Oh, I had been told that all you gentlemen were from China, like communist China... You know...
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John<br/>
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(getting a light from Jouni, laughing)<br/>
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Communist China... It's been a while since I heard someone say that... You're right, most of my colleagues here are from Mainland China. Some from Hong Kong and some from Singapore also. But we're all Chinese.
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Jouni<br/>
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Wow, you guys are everywhere.
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John<br/>
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And what about you? Are you from this beautiful city... Sin City as they say?
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Jouni<br/>
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Naaahh... I'm from San Francisco... We'll the Bay Area...
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John<br/>
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Oh, I know that region well. Palo Alto, Cupertino, San Jose...
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Jouni<br/>
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Actually on the other side. A small town near Oakland.
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As the ladies splash each other in the pool, getting more and more attention from the Chinese men around who are busy debating about their attributes, a waiter makes his way to Jouni and John carrying several flutes on a tray.
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John<br/>
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(waiving to a waiter)<br/>
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Would you enjoy a glass of Champagne.
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Jouni<br/>
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Yes, why not. It's a hot night.
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The waiter gets to the couple and awkwardly presents the tray directly to Jouni as John's hand nearly hits the flutes.
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John<br/>
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(getting two flutes from the tray)<br/>
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Here. By the way, I'm John.
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Jouni<br/>
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(accepting the glass and raising it)<br/>
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Jouni. It's like John in Finnish.
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John<br/>
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Oh, a boy's name... So are you're originally from Finland?
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Jouni<br/>
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My mother is.
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John<br/>
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Nice country. One of our biggest client is based there. Too cold... Always dark. Not like here... And what made you come to Las Vegas?
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Jouni<br/>
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(blowing smoke in the wind)<br/>
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I don't know. I thought maybe I'd meet the right man in this place.
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John<br/>
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In a gambling city... That's betting all your cards on luck. Success might partly be luck, but mostly perseverance, hard work and a sense of direction.
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Jouni smiles, pensive, sipping her Champagne.
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Jouni<br/>
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Want me to show you Vegas!
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====INTERIOR, NIGHT, PURE CLUB, DANCE FLOOR, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni holds John's hand as they are being escorted to a private booth. I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas plays loudly in the background as they sit in the crowded club.
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Jouni<br/>
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(looking at John as the waitress arrives)<br/>
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What would you like to drink? This time it's on me.
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John<br/>
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(loudly, having difficulty hearing her)<br/>
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Well then I'll let you choose. No more champagne though.
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Jouni<br/>
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(to the waitress)<br/>
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Two Stella.
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John looks at the crowded dance floor.
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Jouni (con't)<br/>
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(trying to get John to hear her)
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I guess it's not yet the moment when we tell each other about our lives! Wanna dance?
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John<br/>
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(laughing)<br/>
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I'll watch you.
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They move to the dance floor and Jouni starts dancing while occasionally glancing at John who is standing by.
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====BRAZILIAN STEAK HOUSE, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni and John are sitting in a red cushy booth as they share a thick steak from the same plate.
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John<br/>
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So you smoke, drink beer and eat red meat. I thought you California girls were all vegans and practiced yoga.
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Jouni<br/>
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Well I do yoga and eat loads of veggies, but sometimes I get lost... When I'm in mysterious company... Like you smoking when you're abroad.
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John<br/>
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Mysterious? You're the one who pulled me away from my party.
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Jouni<br/>
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Still, I don't know who you are.
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John<br/>
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Oh, so I guess it's now the part of the night when we reveal ourselves.
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Jouni<br/>
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(smiling as she sips her beer)<br/>
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I guess!
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John<br/>
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Well, I'm a 55 year old businessman form Taiwan. I've been married for 22 years and I have 3 kids.
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Jouni<br/>
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(challenged)<br/>
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Wow... Do you love your wife!
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John<br/>
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That's a secret between me and her.
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Jouni<br/>
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Ok, fair enough... So do you love your kids? And don't tell me that's a secret...
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John<br/>
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Of course I love my kids.
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Jouni<br/>
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Boys or girls.
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John<br/>
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One boy and two girls.
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Jouni<br/>
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So I guess one of the girl is in love with you, the other rebels against everything and the boy is under pressure to be just like his father.
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John<br/>
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Is this the American standard?
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Jouni<br/>
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And your wife, I bet she's beautiful.
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John smiles. A moment passes.
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John<br/>
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And you, a glamorous and, as it sounds very intelligent lady... Where is your prince charming?
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Jouni<br/>
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Still riding I guess.<br/>
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(waving her hand over the horizon)<br/>
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Behind dunes where I can't see him.
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John<br/>
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No kids?
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Jouni<br/>
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Not yet.
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John<br/>
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You should. They'll help you find [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao The Way].
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Jouni<br/>
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(smiling)<br/>
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The way?
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John<br/>
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Yeah. So you won't hit so many dead ends.
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Jouni<br/>
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Like tonight?
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John<br/>
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No, tonight is more like a parallel speedway. I took it, and I have kids.
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They look at each other flirtatiously.
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====EXTERIOR, NIGHT, STRIP, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni and John are walking by the Eiffel Tower.
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Jouni<br/>
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(smiling, a little drunk)<br/>
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Will you escort me to my door.
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John<br/>
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I like the way you flip things around.
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John gently grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her towards him as a black SUV make a u-turn from the opposite side of the Strip.
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====INTERIOR, OPEN LIVING AREA, JOUNI'S HOUSE, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni initiates John to [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neotantra#Tantric_sexuality Tantric yoga] over a yellow mat on the wooden floor. A tall cubic paraffin candle dimly lights the room. Their naked bodies are entangled into Shiva-esque poses as Jouni reaches a deep and silent orgasm.
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====EXTERIOR, DAWN, RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOOD, LAS VEGAS====
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John walks out of Jouni' s house and starts walking on deserted subburban street, enjoying the morning breeze. A black SUV pulls from a side street and start following him from a distance. As he reaches the next intersection, another black SUV joins the trail. John continues walking until he signals one of the SUVs to come closer.
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John<br/>
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(in Mandarin, to the driver and passenger as he climbs on the back seat of the SUV)<br/>
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Night was good?
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Driver<br/>
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(looking tired as the passenger confirms vocal instructions through his headset device)<br/>
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Always good boss. Very quiet around here.
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John<br/>
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(looking at the rows of suburban house)<br/>
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Yes, very quiet...
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The SUVs are met by a third vehicle as the convoy accelerates towards a highway.
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====INTERIOR, MORNING, JOUNI'S BEDROOM, JOUNI'S HOUSE, LAS VEGAS====
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A ray of sun awakens Jouni from a deep sleep. She notices that her room is a mess. She walks to the bathroom to run water over her face and looks at herself in the mirror. She walks to the living area where she finds a small rock next to a note on the yoga mat.
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She sits on the mat, pick up what appears to be an uncut diamond to observe it closely then reads the note.
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''This rock is like a miniature rendition of you. Waiting for the hand that will unveiled its translucence. I hope you find The Way. John. ps: thanks for the yoga class.''
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====INTERIOR, MORNING, GYM, HUGH HEFNER SKY VILLA, THE PALMS HOTEL, LAS VEGAS====
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Liu and several older Hanovo Holdings officials are performing Tai Chi as younger execs from Han Hoi Industries run on the treadmills watching TV monitors and wearing headphones.
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John walks in the gym...
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Liu<br/>
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(to John, amusingly)<br/>
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No Tai Chi for you this morning, did you already exercised?
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John<br/>
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(smiling)<br/>
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I took advantage of the morning desert breeze to stretch my legs.
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Liu and the others smile.
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John (con't)<br/>
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I'll take a quick swim and join you gentlemen for the meeting.
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John undresses and dives into the pool.
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====EXTERIOR, DAWN, DRIVE-THROUGH AND HIGHWAYS, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni stops her 2010 silver convertible mustang at the pick up window of a Starbuck and orders a double shot tall late with skim milk. She drives away listening to Mazzy Star's Fade Into You. As she heads north on IS 15, she notices the Playboy logo on the side of The Palms Hotel.
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====EXTERIOR, HUGH HEFNER SKY VILLA, THE PALMS HOTEL, LAS VEGAS====
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John's gets out of the pool and leans on the railing where he stood the night before to look at the sun now rising over Vegas.
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====EXTERIOR, NELLIS AFB, LAS VEGAS====
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Two unmanned drones simultaneously take off as Jouni's car is lead through the gates of Nellis Air Force Base. She drives though the base; A school bus picks up kids as their uniformed mothers kisses them goodbye; A young boy delivers newspaper with his bicycle and an Airman rises the stars and stripes on the lawn of the base's main building.
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====INTERIOR, UAV COMMAND STATION, NELLIS AFB, LAS VEGAS====
Jouni stands in a UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle) command station next to a uniformed Air Force Major as a sitting Pilot wearing 3D glasses stares at moving aerial images of the desert. Three other monitors display head-shots of civilians engaging in a video conference with Jouni and the Air Force Major.
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Monitor #1 (AF Colonel)<br/>
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Wang was in Round Rock, Texas yesterday and GVT tower is telling us that his jet is scheduled for SFO at 1400.
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)<br/>
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(interrupting)<br/>
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Gentlemen, remember that this is a joint agency endeavor and although we all appreciate your efficiency, I like to understand what we're talking about here. Can you translate GVT and SFO in civilian language please.
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Air Force Major<br/>
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Those are actually the civilian codes for the North Las Vegas and San Francisco Airports Sir.
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)<br/>
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Thank you. Please proceed [[QQQ]].
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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(addressing Jouni)<br/>
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Lieutenant, we need to know what's going on between Wang and Liu Zheng, the man from Hanovo Holdings. We saw that they were together when you made contact last night at The Palms. We have intel confirming that Wang has informed Patrick Bell in Round Rock earlier yesterday of imminent workers wages increases in Mainland China, matching those of Hong Kong, Singapore and Taiwan. He is probably here to notify his biggest clients in person.
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)<br/>
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What we need to know is wether his hand is being forced by Beijing or if he's in on this. You understand that a common wage front in the region could have serious consequences for us.
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Jouni<br/>
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Yes, I understand that. I'd also like to remind you guys that as a reserve Air Force Officer who got the call for this assignment less then 24 hours ago, my knowledge of the operation is still limited. So please cope with my cluelessness while I review this case.
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)
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And we thank you for volunteering on such a short notice and under such circumstances Lieutenant.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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We actually got intel of Wang and Zheng's presence on US soil less less then 36 hours ago. And here too, we appreciate your dedication Lieutenant. We had one of our men infiltrate the catering group last night but he couldn't get into the main suite and therefore was unable to bug the room in time.
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Jouni<br/>
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Well I thought it'd be wiser to make close contact with the target and pull him away from the party than to pass out on a sofa and try to remain in position until the morning!
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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Very well and you've made some important steps for the long run, but now we need to know what's going in Vegas and what will go on most likely in The Valley this afternoon.
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Pause.
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Monitor #1 (AF Colonel)<br/>
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Well, what about the terrestrial vehicles. It seems that everywhere they go, they book 2 SUVs and a sedan. Do we know where they get them from?
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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(looking at the edge of the screen)<br/>
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It's 5 am here in DC so 8 for you guys... If they take off from Vegas at 2 that means they'll land in Frisco around what 3:30?
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Monitor #1 (AF)<br/>
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More like 1445. They're flying a Citation X and it's just a hump over to SFO.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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(satisfied)<br/>
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Well that gives us 6-7 hours before they get in these cars. (to AF officer on Monitor #1)
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Colonel, do you have resources stationed over there that could rig these?
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Monitor #1 (AF Colonel)<br/>
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(skeptical)<br/>
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All intel personnel is based in Lackland. Mostly trained at securing networks and communications... There is no way we can get this job done by unskilled personnel. What about Naval Intelligence. Maybe they have some skilled personnel stationed in Alameda?
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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Well, these guys are here in Suitland... Let's not overextend our reach here... Lieutenant, you gotta get back in with Wang. Major, you still have an image?
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Air Force Major<br/>
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Let us put you live on this.
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A 4th monitor comes live. A 3D image of The Palms Hotel roof terrace appears....
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Pilot<br/>
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(addressing the monitors before providing 3D glasses to Jouni and to the Major)<br/>
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Please wear your glasses now.
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All 3 men on the monitors put on their 3D glasses as do Jouni and the Major.
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Air Force Major<br/>
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We'll now show you an angle on the main suite.
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The image on Monitor 4's switches to a side view of the interior of the suite where John, Liu and several other Chinese men are meeting. Subtitles appear simultaneously at the bottom of the screen.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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Wow. That's why we enjoy working with you guys colonel. How in god's name do you get that?
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Monitor #1 (AF)<br/>
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(jokingly)<br/>
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Trade secret QQQ ... Three sets of drones with vertical and horizontal image stabilizers combined with a gradual zoom back converging in a loop around The Palms.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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And their voices... I mean the dialogue?
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Monitor #1 (AF)<br/>
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A chinese speaking lip reader typing live!
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The image on monitor #4 now shows John standing and looking at what appears to be a smart phone. The image disappears then reappears from a slightly different angle.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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Can we ID his number?
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Monitor #1 (AF)<br/>
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Looking down on his screen. Yes 0843:12 +886255555555 receiving 73 character SMS from unknown source. Probably encrypted through some web based application.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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We'll good enough, we have his cell... Lieutenant... Any thoughts on what to say to hook the fish?
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Jouni<br/>
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I didn't ask his number... If I text him on his cell, he'll be suspicious.
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)<br/>
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Can't you tell him you peaked at his cell while he was in the shower.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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That's no way to build trust in a relationship!
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Monitor #3 (State Dept)<br/>
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Love will blind the smartest men...
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Jouni<br/>
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(interrupting)<br/>
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He didn't take a shower, if your interested in knowing, but he did make a call to the Brazilian Steakhouse to book a table by the grill... As I know the manager and he obviously noticed that, I could have asked the restaurant to look at the nights call log.
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QQQ on Monitor #2 (INR)<br/>
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It's a stretch but it seems to be our only option. (impatient) We gotta move now. We're only loosing minutes.?
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Jouni<br/>
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(not convinced, looking at her cell)<br/>
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What was that number again Colonel?
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Monitor #1 (AF)<br/>
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We've just transmitted it to you.
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Jouni<br/>
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(still looking down at her cell, pensive)<br/>
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Yeah I got it....
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She presses keys on her cell for a few seconds, presses send and looks back at monitor #4... John is in a conversation with Liu and discreetly pulls his phone from his pocket to look at it.
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Jouni<br/>
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"SORRY FOR INTRUDING. CALLED MY FRIEND AT THE STEAKHOUSE TO GET YOUR NUMBER. COULDN'T RESIST!"
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He smiles and looks straight at the incoming drones. Then replies...
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John<br/>
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"PERSEVERANCE"
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Jouni<br/>
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"THANKS FOR THE ROCK, I GUESS I'LL CUT IT MY WAY"
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Jouni continues texting with John as people both at her end and John's are getting impatient. Jouni and John can't hide their smiles.
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Jouni<br/>
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(with an air of mission accomplished)<br/>
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Meeting him for lunch...
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All are happy about Jouni's performance.
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====INTERIOR, ELEVATOR, PALMS HOTEL, LAS VEGAS====
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John rides the elevator along with 2 aids.
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John<br/>
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(in Mandarin, pressing a send button on his cell)<br/>
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Look into this number. Her name is June or Genie. Some Finnish name. Jiang (the driver) knows her address. I'll meet you all at the airport.
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Aid<br/>
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Yes sir. The flight is scheduled for 1400 and we got clearance for the private airport by Mr. Cage's headquarters. I'll wait for you at the main entrance.
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John exits as the doors open in the lobby.
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====EXTERIOR, MAIN ENTRANCE, PALMS HOTEL, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni pulls her Mustang through the main entrance of The Palms as John exits.
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Jouni<br/>
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(to John exiting and getting adjusted to daylight)<br/>
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Hey Cowboy!
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John<br/>
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(admiring Jouni and her ride)<br/>
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Very Impressive.
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Jouni<br/>
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Hop in. I'll show you the countryside.
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Jouni steers her Mustang out of the driveway onto Flamingo Road. All wheels on fire.
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====SATELLITE VIEW, LAS VEGAS====
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Jouni's Mustang exits the city limits and enters the desert. The song Wicked Game plays in the background.
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====INTERIOR, MUSTANG, WESTBOUND ON ROUTE 160, NEVADA====
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As they drive across the Spring Mountains, John admires the landscape and intermittently glances at Jouni busy selecting tracks on her iPod. Both hear the same music through a dual headphone jack.
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Jouni<br/>
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(lowering the volume)<br/>
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So if we continue straight, we'll reach the Death Valley. Should we head south, we'll get to the Mojave desert.
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John<br/>
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(joking)<br/>
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Aren't we going to get attacked by Indians.
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Jouni<br/>
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We are the Indians!
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====INTERIOR, TRUCK STOP, ROUTE 160, NEVADA====
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John and Jouni are sitting at a booth.
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Jouni<br/>
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I wanted to apologize for last night. Kind of embarrassing for me.
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John<br/>
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You mean teaching meditation to an Asian man?
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Jouni<br/>
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(smiling)<br/>
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No. I mean the way we met. At you're Hotel... It sounds stupid to say... but, it's not really me. The whole courtesan thing.
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John<br/>
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Well. Will it sound stupid if I say that it's not really me to walk away for the night with a beautiful lady I just met in a Las Vegas hotel.
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Jouni<br/>
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(placing the uncut diamond on the table)<br/>
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I can't accept that.
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John<br/>
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Sure you can. It's a gift. We had a good time together and I wanted you to have this. As a souvenir.
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Jouni<br/>
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(looking at the rock)<br/>
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You know, I'm not really what you think I am.
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John<br/>
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(looking up and down her upper body)<br/>
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Well, what I saw convinced me.
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Jouni<br/>
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(smiling)<br/>
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You're stupid... Seriously John.
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John<br/>
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No one is really what others think they are. Most of the time you're not even what you think you are. You are what you want to be. That's The Way.
1500 METER FREE STYLE RACE, OLIMPIYSKY POOL, MOSCOW, USSR, 22 JULY 1980
Emblem of the Moscow Games
An eery silence bounces off the water at the Olimpiysky Sports Complex. Sergei Nikitin sits next to his 11 year old son Alexander high up in the bleachers. Vladimir Salnikov, 20, steps onto the starting block, leans into position and explodes forward as the shot is fired. Alexander's breath stops, his eyes widen up and his hand squeezes his father's as his hero resurfaces and begins his 30 laps race.
Attached to the same fleet as the champion's father, a Sea Captain, Sergei was able to obtain a pair of complementary tickets for the sold out event. For Sergei, this is a major honor. For his son Alexander, this is It. He has been cheering for Salnikov ever since the 1976 Montreal Olympic Games when the then 16 year Leningrad swimmer finished 5th before breaking a series of records and getting the opportunity to compete again at the Olympics.
The Omega Swim-O-Matic board installed in the pools corner indicates 04:59:46 as the head trio bounce off the finish wall for a 10th time. Salnikov is in line with a fellow countryman and an Australian swimmer. 5 other competitors lag behind at various positions. The rhythm is steady and on schedule. 7500 spectators hold their breath in unison.
By the pool's doors, even the heavy armed guards are distracted from their duty as they peek into the water to follow the race. All of Moscow's Olympic facilities are guarded by Red Army soldiers who have been called in to reinforce the Moscow Police contingent which is stretched at its limits. Two weeks before the opening of the Games, which are boycotted by most western Olympic teams, the KGB received intelligence from their Makhachkala field office that pro-mujahedin trans-Caucasian Muslim insurgents might try to disrupt the event.
10:04:07 freezes on the electronic board as Salnikov hits the contact pad for the 20th time. He is slightly ahead of his two closest competitors tailing less than a second behind, but not on time to beat his 1978 West Berlin record and for sure not in time to beat the world record which is even a second faster. Alexander knows this and clings to his father's hand even harder.
At every return lap, Salnikov who breath out on the left side, tries to make sense of the 6 digits that scramble on the time board in the distant corner. Only the middle set is important. 05... 06... 07... 08... He's not going to make it. His own record, he doesn't care; the world record maybe but the 15 minute mark for sure. Not for him. For Oleg his friend from the Leningrad Red Army Swimming Team who just came back from war, leaving his legs behind. Ever since they started training, the two best friends had vowed that they would break the 15 minute mark at the Moscow Games, the home games, or they'd stop competing. Oleg did not make the 1980 team. He was sent to Afghanistan instead.
22nd lap. Vladimir Salnikov propels his body with such force that he emerges now leading by 3 good seconds from the next swimmer. Alexander closes his eyes and imagines entering his idol's body and soul. He also is a great swimmer. The best of his school. One day, he wants to compete at the Olympics just like Vladimir Valeryevich, to make his father proud, to make the whole Soviet Union proud.
Less than 3 laps to go. The crowd starts cheering as Salnikov loses his competitors behind the waves. He is leading by half a pool's length. One is lagging far behind. He just crossed him mid pool swimming in the opposite direction. Three or four others are no threats either. He sees them every time he pops out of a flip turn. But the other two or three, he has no idea, but he knows he's first. He peeks at the clock: 14:02:95, 2 flips and 2 laps to go. 57 seconds... Impossible... He's got no more breath, no more oxygen, no more power. Everything turns black.
As he gets back to his senses, the only thing Salnikov can see is the black line at the bottom of the pool, the only thing he can feel is this growing pain in his right leg, right by the ankle. He knows exactly which muscle. He had cramps there before, but during training. Why now, one lap away from his life long goal. High up in the audience, Alexander's eyes squint behind their closed lids. He raises his right foot above the bleachers concrete floor and starts rotating it on its axle. Under water, the T is now in sight. 3, 2, 1, flip! Final lap. Salnikov's body is on auto-pilot. He wants to know the time but can't raise his head forward. The black line, the crowd, the black line, the crowd. He doesn't feel the cramp nor the rest of his body. The black line, the crowd, the black line, the crowd, the black l... the T, 3, 2, 1...
Little Alexander Sergeyevich opens his eyes as he feels his hand touching the pad. He looks at the time board: 14:58.27... They made it!
STREET, MOSCOW, 25 JULY 1980
This is Alexander's last day in the capital. Tomorrow he and his father have to head back home, on the shore of the Baltic Sea. All around him on the street there is a cheering atmosphere. Moscow woman are much funkier then back home in his town which doesn't exist. Here, there are Black people, Asia people, he hears languages that sound like nothing he's heard before. This is what he's always wanted. To get away from the grim reality of his small town. When he grows up, he'll move to Moscow.
Today, there is a rumor on street, that's how news go around in the Soviet Union. A famous folksinger is dead. Alexander's father does not appear that affected but thinks that his mother will be sad. She likes Vladimir Visotsky when he sings on the radio. Instead of going to the Lenin Stadium to see track events, they'll try to locate a record store. If the news is real, there will be a shortage of the folksinger's records, for years to come. That's how it works in the Soviet Union. Alexander is upset about missing the 100 meter final. He doesn't think that there's much he could do about the two Russian runners, but he wanted to use his newly developed telekinetic powers to help the Cuban favorite. He is intrigued by these far away people. Exotic communist people. He's seen a weird film set in Cuba on the television which fascinated him. But he wants to make his mother happy too. He know it's hard for her up there in their village, amongst people that are not really hers. Also, on the way to the record store, he'll discover more of this gigantic city, and maybe they'll take the metro again.
KURSKAYA TRAIN STATION, MOSCOW, 26 JULY 1980
He knew it. On a huge color monitor placed at a special Olympic booth inside the station, Alexander watches replays of the previous days event. Silvio Leonard, his Cuban protégé was leading the race but lost at the last split second to a Englishman. Why didn't he insist with his father that they'd go to the stadium instead of desperately looking for a dead-man's record. At least this one was alive and he could have saved him. Maybe a English kid was in the stadium to guide his countryman. Maybe some English spy killed Vladimir Visotsky to disrupt the course of what was meant to happen: that he, Alexander, be in the stadium to counter the English kid's powers.
Alexander and his father board the Leningrad bound train. They are carrying loads of goods that you can't find in their town, but no Visotsky record. They were all sold out. On the journey, Alex his mesmerized by the endless scenery that streams through the window. He rethinks of Vladimir Salnikov's race, of the streets of Moscow, of the metro, of the thousands of foreign people. A few seats behind him, a young woman starts playing Moscow-Odessa on her guitar. By the last bar, the whole applauds cheerfully. He'll never forget this trip.
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, CLOSED CITY OF SILLAMÄE, ESTONIAN SSR, USSR
The teacher writes a sequence of mathematical equations on the blackboard. Back to school, back in Sillamäe, the damned city. Alexander stares at the clouds streaming across the Baltic Sea. Why can't he become an adult right away and sail away to see the world. He could go to Cuba, China, Argentina.. He could marry a girl like the one who sang on the train. They could travel together. He would be her bodyguard, her guardian angel. He could do anything he wants, now that he knows how to move objects around, how to cure cramps at a distance.
-Alexander... Alexander Sergeyevich... Alexander Sergeyevich Nikitin! Repeats the teacher as Alexander snaps out of his daydream.
-Euhh, yes teacher. I was thinking about the solution.
The whole class laughs as Alexander turns red.
-What solution, Alexander Sergeyevich? The solution to your stupidity?
