Three Days of the Condor1975

Turner:
I'd like to go back to New York.

Joubert:
You have not much future there. It will happen this way. You may be walking. Maybe the first sunny day of the spring. And a car will slow beside you, and a door will open, and someone you know, maybe even trust, will get out of the car. And he will smile, a becoming smile. But he will leave open the door of the car and offer to give you a lift.

Turner:
You seem to understand it all so well. What would you suggest?

Joubert:
Personally, I prefer Europe.

Turner:
Europe?

Joubert:
Yes. Well, the fact is, what I do is not a bad occupation. Someone is always willing to pay.

Turner:
I would find it… tiring.

Joubert:
Oh, no — it's quite restful. It's… almost peaceful. No need to believe in either side, or any side. There is no cause. There's only yourself. The belief is in your own precision.

Turner:
I was born in the United States, Joubert. I miss it when I'm away too long.

Joubert:
A pity.

Turner:
I don't think so.

...

[Joubert pauses, then holds out a gun to Turner]

Joubert:
For that day.