Three Days of the Condor1975

Turner:
Somebody or something is rotten in the company.

Higgins:
You never complained till yesterday.

Turner:
You didn't start killing my friends till yesterday.

Higgins:
[about Kathy] Who's she?

Turner:
Who hit the Lit Society?

Higgins:
We had a big meeting about that. Your name came up.

Turner:
Five Continents Imports. Ring a bell?

Higgins:
Where'd you get that?

Turner:
The mailman.

Higgins:
Mailman?

Turner:
The one you sent. With the uniform, pouch, automatic gun.

Higgins:
We never use mailmen.

Turner:
Are you also familiar with a tall gentleman, 6' 4", blonde hair, strong like a farmer, not American, has an accent. Country. Towards Germany, maybe Alsace-Lorraine.

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Higgins:
I want to see that report, Turner.

Turner:
No, no.. Higgins. C'mon! ..Do you know him?

Higgins:
Professionally, yes.

Turner:
Professionally, he kills people.

Higgins:
Yes. Yes.

Turner:
He works for the company?

Higgins:
He did once. He's a contract agent.

Turner:
Contract agent.

Higgins:
Freelance. Where did you see him?

Turner:
Uh-uh.

Higgins:
It would help if I knew.

Turner:
Who would it help? Who'd hire him now?

Higgins:
Anybody.

Turner:
Terrific answer.

Higgins:
I wouldn't accept it, either.

Turner:
What's his name?

Higgins:
When I knew him, Joubert.

Turner:
Come on, Higgins. Who'd hire him? You don't look up Joubert in the yellow pages.

Higgins:
That's right. It'd have to be somebody in the community.

Turner:
Community?

Higgins:
Intelligence field.

Turner:
Community! Jesus, you guys are kind to yourselves. Community.

Higgins:
I want to see that report, Turner.

Turner:
That report was sent to headquarters and disappeared.

Higgins:
Who read it?

Turner:
You mean besides Wicks? You tell me. I pick up traces of what I think's an intelligence network the company doesn't know about, and I report it. Now, why is that going to make anybody mad, Higgins? Unless it was the company's network and you didn't want it blown, not even to your own guys. Unless somebody is lying. Come on. Why is everybody so shy?

Higgins:
I'm not shy. I don't know. That's what worries me. I don't know.

Turner:
Ask Wicks.

Higgins:
Wicks died. Someone yanked him off the life support system at Guvenor Hospital.

Turner:
Get me in, Higgins.

Higgins:
What good would that do if you're right, and they are inside? What good would it do to bring you in?

Turner:
What am I supposed to do?

Higgins:
I'm sorry.

Turner:
You're sorry? You're sorry. Oh, I get it. I get it. You expect me to draw fire, like one of those penny arcade bears that parades back and forth waiting for somebody, somebody very good just to take another shot, and you're just gonna hang around and pick him up before he does it? Or just after?

Higgins:
I'll try and find out what's going on; I'm gonna cross-check all those names...

Turner:
Nice talking to you, Higgins.

Higgins:
Now wait a minute.

Turner:
Have a nice day.

Higgins:
Where will I find you?

Turner:
I'll find you.