Scorpio1973

Cross:
You should have done it in Paris, Jean.

Scorpio:
The price wasn't right.

Cross:
And now it is?

Scorpio:
Yes, now it is.

Cross:
I could kill you, Jean.

Scorpio:
Take it, then, Cross. It won't come around again.

Cross:
Can we talk?

Scorpio:
Sure.

Cross:
McLeod name my sin?

Scorpio:
He said you sold and had more to sell.

Cross:
And you believe that?

Scorpio:
Is it true? I want to know.

Cross:
For your education? No, it isn't true.

Scorpio:
Zharkov.

Cross:
What about Zharkov?

Scorpio:
He is the opposition.

Cross:
I've known Zharkov for almost 30 years. As an ally, as an enemy and always as a friend. We're both premature antifascists, as they used to say in Washington. But Zharkov hasn't sold out and neither have I.

Scorpio:
Then why does McLeod want you dead?

Cross:
Why don't you ask him that?

Scorpio:
I'm asking you.

Cross:
You're looking for God's shining face, aren't you, Jean? Something to believe in. Like a young girl in a white Communion dress. But you've got the soul of a torturer, so your need is greater.

Scorpio:
You lied to me, Cross, and you used me. For that I'm going to kill you.

Cross:
I never lied to you, Jean. I used you, but I never lied to you.