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There's a steal!
Knicks are trying to call for time.

Mike Cooper fires down court to Kareem.

He's ahead of the field, lays it in.
Lakers by seven!

This is Marv Albert
from the Forum in L.A.

And the Knicks in big trouble
as they move to the front court.

Going from right to left, Cummings
takes the one bounce, a flip for King.

It's batted away! Batted away!

Magic Johnson on the steal.
He's down the left side. He goes baseline.

He's trapped,
throws back out to Worthy,

Worthy with a head fake.
Now the jumper. It is good!

Only ten seconds left.
Lakers are burying the Knicks.

The Knicks have come back
from the dead before but not tonight...

2L-16, Tac2.

Come in, 2L-16.

Respond, 2L-16.

Sgt. Larry says to remind you, you owe him
50 bucks on tonight's game,

and that he'd be happy to take your money
on the Knicks any time.

Come on! Give it to him!

Where is it? Huh! Huh!
Come on!

It's mine and I want it now!

- Look at this. Look what I found, huh?
- Crying baby...

Freeze!

Alright, hands out of your pockets,
away from your body.

Suck wall!

Get your feet back—back! And spread 'em!

All right, wider. I said wider!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,
picking on a guy half your size.

- Hey, nice shot, kid.
- Good shot, Joey.

Come on, man.

Hit him! Yeah!

Don't move.

Don't even breathe.

Well we have come
to mourn and honor

not only the passing of a friend
but of a fine police officer,

an officer who was an example to us all.

Samuel Edward Makin died as he lived.
Defending the American way.

That is why I feel more pride than sorrow,

for Samuel Makin made
the ultimate sacrifice.

He did so willingly
and no man can hope to do more.

His body may be returned to the earth,

but his spirit will live forever.

We, your fellow officers,
salute you, Sam.

Your duty done,
may you rest in peace.

Ready!

Aim! Fire!

I was shaving you.

Where am I?

Now don't worry. Everything's
going to be just fine.

That's not me!
What the hell have you done to me?

We did some work on you.
Just your face.

- Thank you, nurse.
- You better have a damn good reason.

We did.

- You were ugly.
- Who's "we"?

You've been recruited
by an organization that doesn't exist.

Sam Makin is dead, pal.
Some nasty man shoved him in

his police cruiser into the East River.

Yeah, well I'm a pretty healthy corpse.

The operative word is "corpse".

You've got a new face,
new fingerprints, even a new name.

Williams. Remo Williams.

A lot of thought went into it.

We needed someone and
you were the best we could find.

Decorated cop, ex-Marine,
no family, no commitments.

Hell, if I'm the best you can find,
you're in pretty deep shit, pal.

Who the hell are you anyway?
FBI, CIA, Salvation Army?

Who we are, are the people
who've got you by the balls, Remo.

Besides, we need you.

Our cops are corrupt, our judges bought,
our politicians up for sale.

Everywhere you look,
slime is on the loose.

You're going to be the
Eleventh Commandment:

"Thou shalt not get away with it."

Hey, you're the guy that set me up
at that warehouse, ain't you?

Nice job.

The name's MacCleary.
We'll get to know each other.

Enjoy the fruit... Remo.

Remo? Jesus!

There you go, Mr. Mossler. You're gonna
be as snug as a little old bug in a rug.

Hey, where the hell you going
with my ambulance?

Turn left at the next
intersection... Remo.

Don't get any cute ideas, Remo.

National Bank?

What. Are you opening an account for me?

Let's go.

Hey, what do these things do?
Keep track of your wardrobe?

I thought they figured out a way
to make those things small.

These are the small ones.

- Come in, mister...
- Williams. Remo Williams.

Good evening, Mr. Williams.

I'm Harold Smith. I'm the head of
the organization that just recruited you.

You call dumping me in the river
and reshuffling my face recruitment?

Yeah. It works. Sit down.

Come on, my boy. I know your ribs are
hurtin' like a son a bitch.

Now sit down a minute.
Make yourself comfortable.

I'll tell you a little bit about
the way we work here.

Yeah, I've seen how you work.

You run black-bag operations,
you kidnap people,

you beat the shit out of 'em
and nobody holds you accountable.

- Oh, we're accountable, Mr. Williams.
- Let me guess. To the president.

Yep.

And five of 'em before him. I've
lost track. I don't even vote any more.

Well, sorry to disappoint you.
I'm voting with my feet.

Now you wanna sit down?

I'm only gonna to say this once.

This is a wonderful country
my boy, but our legal system

doesn't work the way it's supposed to.

I'm talking about people who roam
the halls of power with impunity.

Who corrupt and subvert the very principles
our constitution exists to uphold.

Look your friend already gave me
the Gettysburg Address.

Oh has he?
Here's another one.

"Guard, protect and cherish your land,

"for there is no afterlife for a place
that started out as heaven."

Charles M. Russell, Montana, 1926.

1926?
That's ancient history, Dad.

- Computer said you were a smart ass.
- You never heard of a computer error?

Not this one.

Take a look at that innocent little box,
my boy.

It's hooked to all those computers
you saw downstairs.

And every scrap of processed information
in the United States comes through here.

If it's out there, I can find it.
Helps us keep track of the bad guys.

Hell, I can find out the
temperature of your ass

in that chair if I really want to know.

But it won't do everything.

And that's why we've got you, Mr. Williams.

You're gonna help remove
some of the filth in there.

I like that. That's nice.

It's a whole lot nicer than kill, destroy
or terminate with extreme prejudice.

I mean, that's what you're
really talking about now, isn't it?

I think he's got it, Mr. Smith.

That's exactly what we're talking about.

Well, suppose I say no.

Then you're a dead son of a bitch.

And we already got a coffin.

How big is this organization?

Just the three of us.

Mac here will get you cleaned up
and briefed.

You start work Monday night,
Mr. Williams.

Here we are.

Nice pad, huh, Remo?

First hit?

No big deal. You'll get used to it.

Nothing like throwing in a man
at the deep end.

What's this guy done
that's so special?

Come on, Remo. We run on
a need-to-know basis. You know that.

Don't take any chances.
This guy's a killer.

Remember.
In, out, like a duck mating.

- Where are you gonna be?
- Right behind you.

Hey, how do you open this?

Speakee English?

Does a nightingale sing?

Uh... yeah, well uh...
How do you get outta here?

The same way you came in.

Nah, no good. There's a guy outside
who wants me to knock off your boss.

I am here alone.

There is no one upstairs.

Okay, now look. Let's not make any trouble
for each other.

All I wanna do is to get outta here.

It is too late for that.

Hold it! I don't wanna kill you,
but I will if I have to.

I'll show you chopsocky,
you sawed-off little runt.

Well, Chiun? What do you think?

He is very slow.

His reflexes are pitiful,
poorly coordinated.

He's in wretched physical condition,

impetuous...

and clumsy.

He move like a baboon
with two club feet.

However, there is a feeble glint
of promise in his eyes.

I think I can do something with him.

Good.

George S. Grove,
born Albany, New York, May 10, 1933.

BA Electrical Engineering,
Clarkson College.

Served two tours,
a Fly Sergeant, Korean conflict.

In 1962, founded Grove Industries
Advanced Weapons Technology.

Current projects:
CD-18 surface-to-air missile.

HARP—High Altitude
Reconnaissance Probe,

prototype for
the Star Wars program.

Investigation,
corporate tax evasion, 1979.

No charges filed.

1981, suspected bribery,
procurement defense contracts.

After the disappearance
of investigating officer Murray Benton,

no charges filed.

There were three witnesses
alleged to have seen the murder of Benton.

No charges were filed
for lack of evidence.

They disappeared too.

If the company can't get anything
on Grove, then you know he's good.

All I can promise you
is terror for breakfast,

pressure for lunch and
aggravation for sleep.

Your vacations will be two minutes
when you're not looking over your shoulder,

and if you live to draw a pension,
it'll be a miracle.

Are there any disadvantages?

Hell, I'm lucky I've lasted this long.

Tell me something, MacCleary.
Can you dodge bullets?

Nowadays only if they come real slow.

Do I really have to live with him?

Chiun's probably not
crazy about the idea either.

He says you smell like hamburgers.

Top floor. See you.

Hey, MacCleary.

If this turns out to be another set-up,
you're not gonna live to collect that pension.

I personally guarantee it.

Didn't I tell you?
We don't use that bang-bang stuff.

Your mind and your body
become your weapon.

That's what your new pal Chiun
is gonna teach you.

Okay, so you caught me
with a couple of lucky shots.

But I gotta hand it to you,
that bullet-dodging number wasn't bad.

And I like the little uh...
thing you did with the gun.

You move like a pregnant yak.

Sit.

Breathe.

Breathe?
Come on, you've got...

Silence! A fool chatters,
whilst the wise man listens.

Breathe.

Alright now, wait a minute.
Is this gonna be the kind of training

where we sit around for ten years

and you tell me I'm big enough
to break a brick with my big toe?

You have come into the care of Chiun,

Master of Sinanju.

Sinanju is a village in Korea
where all the fighting arts were born.

Kung fu, karate, ninjutsu.

They are all but shadows.
Sinanju is the sun.

Most intelligent people
know this already,

but it is apparent to me
that you know less than nothing.

Pay attention.

You did not ask to be white,
so perhaps that is not your fault.

You did not ask to be here,
perhaps that is not your fault either.

So let us make this pact.

I will train you for your first service,

and then I will return to my country.

Pressure, nerve ends. Sinanju.

Technique developed
since the birth of time

by the most gifted race on earth.

Do you always talk
like a Chinese fortune cookie?

Chinese? The Korean is
the most perfect creature

ever to sanctify the earth
with the imprint of his foot.

- Now we will breathe.
- Breathe.

Breathe out.

Slowly.

Do not gulp.

If you do not breathe correctly,

you do not move correctly.

Pitiful!

I can see the deadly hamburger
has done its evil work.

We must sweat the poison
from your body

and rebuild from the inside.

Now we will proceed
to lesson number two.

Follow, please.

What are you waiting for?
Applause?

Midtown. 44th Street.

You are afraid.

Fear is nothing more than a feeling.

You feel hot, you feel hungry,
you feel angry, you feel afraid.

Fear can never kill you.

Purge your mind of fear
and believe in yourself.

Without that belief,
I can do nothing with you.

Now we will do it again...

but faster.

Grove High Altitude
Reconnaissance Probe.

Program originally projected $758 million.

Final assembly of prototype,
$986 million.

Estimated cost at time of
commission, $1.22 billion.

These figures are in 1983 dollars.
The prototype...

Currently, our friend Grove
is playing the D.C. charity circuit.

Big donor. He's also big with the
Star Wars crowd, and he ought to be.

Half of 'em are on his payroll.

He's good. Real good.

- No more Boy Scouts.
- Yes, George.

Ah, that's interesting.

Someone's trying to
enter one of the circuits

I had marked for special surveillance.

I wonder who the intruder is.

- Oh!
- What's the matter?

- I can't get what I'm looking for.
- I hate to hear you say that.

Why should the HARP DBA Cost 62
be restricted?

Maybe you've got cold hands.

Allow me.

See?

Do I sense frustration?

I'll bet you've had
a lot of experience at that.

If I continue to...
stroke these little keys here...

You might stunt your growth.

No, Lieutenant, I'll seek
satisfaction elsewhere.

Come in!

- Major Fleming.
- General, I have a problem.

The computer's classifying cost overruns
within the HARP database.

- You know what I think about computers.
- Sir, it's not a malfunction.

Maybe it hasn't been entered yet.

They're entered and available,
otherwise access would not be denied.

General, I'm the senior WCA
on this post,

I should have access to that information,
there's no reason for it to be withheld.

Right. We do have a problem.
Just let me have a full report.

It'll be on your desk tonight, and sir...

I really would appreciate action
by the time I return from Fort Baxter.

- Fort Baxter?
- The AR-60 test.

The Grove infantry assault rifle.

Of course, the AR-60.
You have a job to do.

But Rayner let me give
you a word of advice.

Never feel you have to overdo it.
Do you know what I mean?

It makes no difference to me
that you're a woman.

That's good news, sir.

And if it's any reassurance, it makes
no difference to me that you're a man.

Alright, what have you done
with the food?

A Korean fingerboard.

- What are you staring at?
- You can't see.

- I can see.
- What are you wearing those for?

I wear glasses
so that I may see more.

A Korean fingerboard.

Begin to tapping your
fingers, slowly at first,

and then increasing the force.

With time, your nails will become hard
and your fingers strong.

They will be able to do more
than carry food to your face.

- They will become a trained weapon.
- Trained to kill?

Not kill. A truck kill.

Meat of cow kill.

American assassins kill,
like butchers.

Masters of Sinanju,
since the dawn of time,

have killed to promote harmony

and to bring about a more peaceful
humor to the entire community.

We have done this throughout history.

For example, Genghis Khan.

Uh, the Persian boy, Alexander.

- Um. Robin Hood.
- Robin Hood?

A bandit.
Louis XIII. Napoleon.

Oh come on. Napoleon died in his bed.

Wrong.

All of them... perfect assassinations.

You make it sound like a public service.

Professional assassination.
It's the highest form of public service.

So I will persevere.

I have taken the Emperor Smith's gold,

and a Korean's word is his bond.

Place your hands behind your head.

I did not say keep them there.

Your reflexes are pitiful.
The seasons move faster.

No doubt a result of all that filthy poison
you have been stuffing into your belly.

You know why
Americans call it fast food?

Because it speeds them
on the way to the grave.

As I feared,
you have no sense of humor.

From now on, you will eat rice.

Eat rice and play with my fingerboard.
Great.

Keep it near you at all times.
Hang it on a wall.

Yeah, how?

Find a nail.

- Good morning, Jim.
- Hi, Doc.

- How are you feeling this morning?
- Hey, never better.

Coach Jenkins came by last night.

He told me that they're
saving my place on the team.

That when I'm out of
here in a couple weeks,

I'm going right back on that squad.

What's the matter, Doc?

Oh, I'm sorry, Jim...
I've got to level with you.

- The leg has got to come off.
- No.

No.

I was gonna be an All-American.

Well, now you can... you can be
All-American for courage.

But... Doctor, does Linda know?

There's uh... something else
I meant to tell you, Jim...

What are you watching?

You country's one and only
contribution to the art.

It concern family, love,
honor and courage,

all that is noblest in the human spirit.

- It's a soap opera, for chrissakes!
- Shh. You'll spoil it.

It's pre-spoiled. Look it's 8 o'clock and
I haven't eaten all day, alright.

One minute to eight.
The trained mind does not need a watch.

Watches are a confidence trick
invented by the Swiss.

You would be better employed
developing your pitiful skills

than whining about your belly.

Remember: perfection is a road,
not a destination.

Oh, I love it when you talk like that.

And I would love it if you would kindly
concentrate on your practice.

Keep the weight off your toes.

Ta-da!

Every man is occasionally
blessed with luck.

Now... down.

My pleasure.

Down is easy.

Hey, what happened?

You rely on what you know,
not what you see.

What is your problem?

Whoa!

Pathetic.

Come on, it's only water.
It won't bite you.

Move it!

I said, move it!

- Everything okay, Jerry?
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

That's it, Damico. Hide behind a leaf.
No one'll find you there.

Don't just stand there!
Get in there and help Johnson!

Finnerty! Radio the base and get
an ambulance out here on the double!

Yes, sir!

Hoffa, what the hell are you doing?!
Break out the first aid kit. Now!

About this new weapon, sir...
I wanna tell you something!

- It's useless, sir!
- You're way out of line, soldier!

Sergeant, assemble the company.
I want a weapons check right away!

Yes, sir!

And Sergeant, I want your report on
my desk by 1600.

Sir, we got over 120
AR-60s in this company!

You heard what I said.
Now, get to it!

Yes?

General Watson.

- Morning, General.
- We've got a problem, George.

I'm sure you can handle it, General.

A soldier's been killed
by your new AR-60.

That's what they get paid for.

It blew up in his face, George.
I've got the report right here on my desk.

There'll have to be an inquiry.

- Scott.
- Scott, I suggest you lose that report.

I can't do that.

Listen to me, Watson.

Uncle Sam gave you your uniform.
Just about everything else you got from me.

Bury that report.

Thank you, General.

Too many idiots like him
on the payroll.

Breathe.

Use the air.

Do not waste it.

- Relax.
- Relax...

Will you hang there all day or
may we continue the exercise, please?

Jesus.

Concentrate!
This is no time for prayer.

You are not here to sightsee!

That's it, kids. Lady Luck is watching you.
She's got her eyes on you.

She hasn't got all day. She's late
for a crap game in Bensonhurst.

Here we are folks.

Seven hoops a dollar,
every one a winner.

Hey, sir. You want to make
your grandchildren happy?

Drop a hoop on a bottle,
win a prize,

and you're gonna see
their little faces light up.

And your money back, Gramps,
if you can tell me where you can buy

one of these genuine handmade
Taiwanese beauties.

Just remember, I won it.
He's mine.

So, if you will
excuse me, young Dr. Hastings,

I must get up to the theater
and scrub up.

But it's a dangerous operation.
It's never been tried before.

I promised that boy he's going to walk,
and he's going to walk!

Don't do it. If you fail,
it could mean a malpractice suit.

Think of your professional reputation.

That boy means more to me than
all my professional awards combined.

- There's only one thing that worries me.
- What's that?

Whether his stepmother
will permit the operation.

You see...

she's my... ex-wife.

- Where's Jim?
- You shouldn't be here.

- I said, where's Jim?
- Miss, I'm sorry, you will have to leave.

Nobody is gonna stop me
from seeing my fiancé.

- What did you say?
- Jim and I are engaged.

Tune in at the same time tomorrow

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Jim is leaving the hospital.

Great.

- He's going to his mother's funeral.
- Oh, that's tough.

- But I think the nurse likes him.
- That's good.

However, there seems to be some
complication with his stepmother.

It would be better for you to eat
this can than what is inside of it.

Why must everything in this country
be covered with monosid... monoso...?

Monosodium glutamate.
You can't even say it.

I can say "rat droppings".
It does not mean I want to eat them.

Tomorrow, if you work well, you may
have a teaspoon full of honey in your rice.

But I make no promises.

You heard the sound of my flexor
tendons as I squeezed the trigger.

And I saw the flutter
of your metacarpals. Not bad, huh?

That's two bullets. Child's play.

When you can avoid six bullets, then
you will have accomplished something.

- No rice.
- No rice?

You forgot the rice.

Maybe we could grow some.

Maybe you will spare me
your feeble attempts at humor

and save them for the shopkeeper at
the corner. He has excellent Chungju rice.

You used the other four yesterday.

I reloaded.

With all due respect to the Major,

at this point in time, Ms. Fleming,
cost overruns are immaterial.

The Air force cannot evaluate HARP
until HARP flies.

Exactly my point.
Mr. Chairman...

If I may be permitted
to ask Mr. Grove a question...

When can we expect to see the HARP,
Mr. Grove?

I can't believe
what I'm hearing here today.

I've devoted my life to developing
new and better ways

to defend this great country of ours.

I never raised the subject
of your patriotism, Mr. Grove.

I should damn well hope not.

So if we could just get back
to the question at hand...

What about the CD-18, major?

Three months ahead of schedule
and under budget.

Ready for testing next week.

Mount Promise, yes, I know.
General Watson and I will be there.

I'm impressed, Mac.
This girl's got a lot of guts.

Who?

Major Fleming. She's the one
who tried to tap into the Grove circuit.

And if she's not careful, she's gonna
wind up with her ass in a sling.

Ah! She's coming into New York, Mac.
Maybe you better slow her down a bit.

Because everytime she mentions HARP,
our man Grove begins to get an itch.

I wonder why.

I want that bitch
put on a very short leash.

Should be right up your alley,
eh, Stone?

Pick up your feet.

Float.

Float.

Congratulations, Chiun.

Bearing in mind that nature snubbed him
cruelly by denying him Korean birth,

I am not entirely dissatisfied.

- Good. When will he be ready?
- Ahead of time, I think.

Excellent. That means...

- 15 years.
- 15 years?

If I cut a few corners, 14 and a half.

Chiun, I need to borrow him for a while.

- Emily, Jim's your son.
- I'm only his stepmother.

But Margaret told me something
just before she died.

- What's that?
- Jim's your son, too.

Is it painful?

I was singing old Korean love song.

Eh, the race must be practically extinct.

Hey Chiun, you mind
if I ask you something?

Two more minutes.

No, I mean... How old are you?
I mean really, you are old, aren't you?

For an apricot, yes.
For head of lettuce, even more so.

But for a mountain,
I am not even begun in years.

For a man, I am just right.

Well, now I know, don't I?

Uh...

You ever been married?

I am the Master of Sinanju.

No women, vows of celibacy,
eunuchs, that sort of stuff, huh?

You are trying to say something?

No, no. Just, uh...

But yeah, what I'm saying is
I've been cooped up in this rat hole

for a whole month working my...

- Sex.
- Yeah, sex! Now you're cooking.

- Maybe it's the breathing and the rice...
- Lesson 36.

36?

The 20 steps designed to bring
a woman to sexual ecstasy.

Though I personally have rarely found it
necessary to go beyond seven

to achieve bliss.

Go on, I'm listening.

With the left hand,
you locate the woman's pulse.

Then, with the middle finger,

and tapping in time with the pulse...

Then what?

Then you may put the rice in a bowl
and we may eat.

Hey, what was the uh... number
of the lesson this morning, eh?

It wasn't 36, I know that.

You would call it four.
I would call it embarrassing.

You know, Chiun, there are times
when I really like you.

Of course. I am Chiun.

And there are times
when I could really kill you.

Good! We will practice that after dinner.

Major Fleming?

Colonel Gayber's expecting you.

Major Fleming, sir.

Hello, Major.
I have the documents you requested.

I don't believe this. Oh, Jesus!

Phew!

Hi.

Hi.

That's a nice uniform.

Great buttons.

Buttons?

Taxi! Taxi!

Oh, hell.

Hey you can never get one
when you want one, eh? Taxi!

Hey, let me do this.
Looks like you've got your hands full.

Thanks very much for your help,
but I... think I'll walk.

- Hey, you got a problem, buddy?
- Get out of the way.

Oh, am I keeping you from something?

I mean, if you're in a hurry, pal,
all gotta do is say so.

People here in New York have manners.
They don't lean on their horns.

Jesus.
Who's your dentist, Tiffany's?

Excuse me! What are you doing to that boy?

Oh, unnecessary use of the horn, officer.

Well I'll be "unnecessary
use of my nightstick

on your thick skull" if
you don't let him go.

Now whatever happened to police courtesy
and that kinda stuff, huh?

We save that bullshit
for the Upper East Side.

Now I'm gonna kick your skinny
white ass all up and down this street

if you don't stop kung-fuing
that man's throat. Now move it!

Uh yes, sir, ma'am, anything you say.
I mean you're just doing your duty.

I'm just a simple law-abiding
citizen, officer.

I said move it.

I don't like it, George.
I don't like it at all.

Have you seen these photos
that Stone took?

We've got one phoney-bird Colonel
playing footsies

with one little Miss Know-It-All

who's dodging tails
with one faceless wonder

who's so anonymous he doesn't even
have any record or fingerprints.

They're throwing some secret fraud squad
at us and we're fishing in the dark.

Obviously, but before I can shut them down,
I need to know who they are.

Shake some trees, see who falls out.

Shaken every tree I can
find I've come up empty.

Of course. Because you haven't played
hardball, like we did in Tennessee.

Let's give them a body,
see who claims it.

Start with him.

Hey, couldn't we just uh,
skip this lesson and move on a bit?

Say uh... to lesson number 36?

Silence! The Emperor Smith
is disgusted with your progress.

How many times have I had
to tell you. He's not an emperor.

Enough! You are using only a fraction
of the power in your body and your brain.

Sinanju uses it all.

That is its sole secret,

its only strength.

You are here to conquer
your childish fear of heights.

When you have done so, we shall
meet below and start another exercise.

27, 28, 29, 30.

- You got it, mister.
- Yeah, no problem. Like falling off a log.

I'll take mine now, Frankie.
Come on, give it to me.

What are you guys, crazy?

- You got no right, up here, mister.
- Authorized personnel only.

- That's to prevent accidents.
- Suicide, that kind of thing.

Okay, look. Uh.
I'm coming down, all right?

Yeah, you sure are. The short way.

Ow!

End of the line, pal!

- He's coming your way!
- I got him. I got him!

Come on, get him now.

I rather enjoyed that.

Yeah... eight and a half gainer
with a full twist.

Your people did a good job.

All right, let's get out of here.

Okay, guys, it's Miller time!

I tried to grab him.
He must've slipped. Whee!

Yeah, I saw that.

- I'd buy that, Frank.
- He's falling down.

- Terrible.
- Ugh, tragic.

Very tragic!

What the hell is going on?

Aah!

Bastard.

He's behind you!

Go away! Ah!

Ohhh!

Ahh!

Get him.

All right, man. I didn't do nothing.

- Hey, you can't come over here!
- Look out, buddy!

Hey! No, no, no!
That's new cement, man.

- Wait!
- Hey! Hey, buddy!

You know, Mac, I could tell you what
George Grove

had for lunch every day this month.

But I can't find out a goddamn thing
about HARP.

Now how do you suppose he
managed that little trick?

Good. I'm glad you're both here. Because
we're gonna straighten something out.

I just spent the morning
being chased around

the Statue of Liberty
by a bunch of goons.

What were you doing on the
Statue of Liberty, Mr. Williams?

Chasing pigeons! That's not the point!
Those guys are trying to kill me.

Who?

Our friend with the
Tiffany tooth, that's who.

Hey will somebody tell me
what the hell's going on?

- If he's on to Remo, he's on to us.
- Who's he?

So why don't we take him out
before he gets any closer?

Nope.

I can't do that, Mac.
I need more to go on.

Those guys tried to kill me.
You want more?!

Mr. Williams, CURE is not at all
interested in your personal problems.

Well CURE sucks, whatever CURE is.

Mr. Williams, what we can't do here...
is embarrass the president.

Now, a man named Grove
has discovered your existence.

But before CURE becomes visible...

we must all disappear without a trace.

And how do you plan to do that?

Simple.

Harold W. Smith, assistant research
manager, found dead in his office.

Massive coronary.

I keep this pill in my pocket.

Across town, another man is found in the
stockroom of a men's haberdashery,

his head blown off.

Well where does that leave me?

It leaves you with your slant-eyed
little buddy, Chiun.

He's got your number.

It should be fast and painless.

Hey, boys, we're not there yet.

But we'd better have a look at the HARP

and we'd better come up with
something pretty soon...

or we will have to vacate this office.

So you and I are going
to visit Mr. Grove's plant.

Allegheny, 10 o'clock, gate 23.

Don't be late.

There is something you wish to ask?

The answer is yes.

If the Emperor Smith so ordered it,
I would have to kill you.

It is in the contract.

Cliff wants you.

- Chiun teach you that?
- No.

Anti-personnel mine. Korea.

See you back at the fence.

What lesson number was dogs, Chiun?

Eh, let see you try to get up here,
you sons of bitches.

You're not your average sons of bitches.

Try that, you mother.

Remo!

- What happened?
- Oh, man, I blew it.

Don't worry about it. I think
I got what we need here. Come on!

Grab that dozer over there.

Move it!

Jump!

Get this to Smith.

He won't be with us for much longer.

Has he talked yet?

Get Stone.

HARP...

The so-called cornerstone of defense
for this nation for the next decade.

What about it?

What about it?
There is none. It doesn't exist.

But I saw the damn thing,
It blew up in my face.

I know.

But what you saw was a
fake, it was window-dressing.

It was a pipe dream, it doesn't exist.

And before you got close enough
to figure it out, poof. Self-destruct.

Blew our only hard piece of evidence
right out of court.

Hell, I bet this guy's filing
for his fire insurance claims right now.

I gotta take my hat off
to this Mr. Grove, Remo.

He's gonna get his appropriations,
you know, for HARP 2 and HARP 3,

and in six months' time, Remo, hell nobody
will even ask him what happened to HARP 1.

You think it's funny?

Mac gives his life to get you that stuff...

so you can nail the bastard,

and you're telling me he's gonna get away
with it, huh? And we can't stop him?

You can stop him, son.

Oh just tell me where he is.

Mount Promise.

But it's got to look like one
of Chiun's perfect accidents.

It'll be my pleasure.

Major... nice to see you again.

I feel I owe you an apology.

I get pretty hot under
the collar when someone

tries to tell me how to run my business.

But you're just doing your job,
and pretty darned well, by the looks of it.

Well, the important thing is that we're
both working for the same side, right?

Yes, Mr. Grove, and speaking of work,

I still have a lot to do
before this afternoon.

Carry on, Major.

Actually, General, there was one point
I wanted to clear up with the Major.

- What have you got there, George?
- Just a small matter of national security.

Who are you working for?

Let me explain something to you,
Mr. Grove. A—I don't like being spied on.

B—You have no right to make
accusations that you cannot prove.

And C—I have no idea who these men
are or who they work for.

So if you'll excuse me, General,
I have things to attend to.

Oh...

Hi. Uh... remember me?

Oh, yes. I remember you, all right.

You just set my career back
about a decade.

I'm supposed to be your accomplice.
Who the hell are you?

You know, I could march you into that
building and clear this up right now.

You could but you won't.

Who are you to give me orders?
Army Intelligence?

You are Army Intelligence, aren't you?

It's the AR-60, isn't it?

Oh... no wonder I've been having so much
trouble getting information.

We've been working on the same thing.
We've... I'm so sorry.

I don't know your name or rank.
Do I salute you?

You salute me.

Major Fleming, hi, I'm Jim Wilson,
Grove Industries.

General Watson asked me
to contact you.

He tells me you have some concern
about our AR-60s.

Damn right. It's about time somebody
took this problem seriously.

Well, that's what I'm here for, ma'am.

I've got one set up down on C range.
I can run you down there if you like.

I'd appreciate that, Mr. Wilson. Let's go.

What are you waiting for, soldier?
A presidential invitation?

The only thing our guys at Baton Rouge
could figure out

was that the retaining ring
hadn't been bolted down correctly.

It doesn't click on like a bayonet joint.

If some dumb dogface
doesn't follow specs

and tries to force it, it'll malfunction.

Malfunction? When a piece of metal
blows someone's head off,

that isn't malfunction, Mr. Wilson,
it's defective manufacture.

It means that somewhere along the line your
company allowed a design error to creep in.

Well, did you run the 310 test on them as
well as the 480 sequence?

- No. I think we're gonna find blowback.
- Blowback?

Precisely. If that
retaining ring is misaligned,

a bullet could conceivably
jam in the barrel.

And at 20 rounds a
second at full automatic,

well the results would
naturally be catastrophic.

Catastrophic is not the word.

I must tell you, Mr. Wilson, that the army
has long suspected Grove Industries of...

What the hell is going on?

Give it five minutes.
Don't forget to unlock the safety catches.

Got to look like a nice little accident.

That's for my friends
at the statue.

This one's for me.

So listen to this, George.
Four putts. Four putts, mind you!

I thought he'd have a stroke,
and I'd have claimed it if he had.

Sir, I'm afraid there's been a
serious incident at the gas testing area.

Fatal, I'm afraid.

- That's terrible.
- What happened?

One of your assistants, Mr. Grove.

The first thing I'm gonna do
is file a 1611.

And if that doesn't work,
I'm gonna nail him with a 1098.

Who were those bastards, anyway?

I've got Wilson.

He's gonna wish he'd never been
born by the time I've finished with him!

What the hell did you think
he was doing anyway?

Thank you.

By the way...

I guess I should also
thank you for getting me out of there.

I remember passing out and then...

Uh... I think we'd better keep moving.

Hey, hey! That's not the way. That's west.
The camp is up there.

Yeah, I know.
That's why we're going this way, cmon.

Look... I've got to report
this to General Watson.

Those people tried to
kill us, for God's sake.

- Major Fleming...
- Rayner.

Listen, I hate to pull rank on you, but I want
Grove Industries as bad as you do, right?

Okay. Let's do it my way. Neat and tidy.
All wrapped up in one package.

- Now how does that sound?
- Sounds good to me. Sir.

Gentlemen, as of now
this base is on Alpha One alert.

This is not an exercise.
I repeat, this is not an exercise.

Military secrets have been
stolen, a man has been killed and

Major Fleming has been reported as missing.

Our infrared heat sensors
indicate two targets

moving west toward the perimeter
of the camp.

They must be intercepted
and detained.

Sir, if there's resistance,
do we return fire?

The security of the United States
is at risk, Captain. What do you think?

Gentlemen, you have your orders.

Mmm.

I haven't eaten this good in weeks.

- How are you feeling?
- Fine.

- Sure?
- Sure.

Uh...

We're gonna be down at the lake
and road pretty soon.

You are deaf!

I have been stomping around here
for ten minutes,

while you talk nonsense
with this... woman.

It's a pleasure to meet you, too.

Even worse, you and the woman...
gorge yourself on sweets.

Excuse me, but I do have a name.

Women should stay home
and make babies.

Preferably man child.

I see you both went
to the same charm school.

Oh he always talks like that. He's Korean.

Oh, I see. And that explains
why he lives in a forest.

No, actually he's here
for a special purpose.

To kill me.

Not so. I am here to see that you do
not bring shame to the house of Sinanju.

And if I do, then you kill me.

That I would do reluctantly because you
have been a good pupil, for a white man.

Oh, I see. So that makes everything okay,
doesn't it?

You are very skinny.

Why don't you try
tightening the pinion nuts first?

Because if I do that, I won't be able
to line up the splines, dummy.

Sure don't make 'em like they used to.

I'll tell Lee Iacocca you said that.

Damn, what did you do?

The brakes!

Jesus! Jump!

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

You all right, Chiun?

- Oh!
- Oh, Christ.

Oh, God. Chiun.

In Korea, door handles do not break.

Chiun!

Chiun, are you all right?!

- Are you hurt?
- No.

When you approach middle age,

there is a tendency
towards bruising, my son.

What? What did you call me?

I call you a clumsy oaf.

You drive like a monkey in heat!

Oh, my God. Are you all right?

And why should I not be?

What are we gonna do now?

Well, you're gonna stay with Chiun.
He'll probably teach you to breathe.

- I have a job to finish.
- Remo!

Do not embarrass us.

I won't.

Little father.

This is ridiculous!
Do you know what he's trying to do!

- They'll arrest him. They'll court-martial him.
- Silence.

They'll lock him up and throw away
the keys and you just stand there like

the Nanook of the North. Why don't you help
him for God's sake, I thought he was...?

Oh!

Lesson 22. Blessed silence.

This is Pine Tree Command.

Good morning gentlemen, I hope we're in
for some good hunting today.

Prepare to copy your sector priorities.

That includes you and your little
buddies down there, Liebowitz.

- Go ahead, Pine Tree.
- All stations to Situ One.

That means pull your fingers out
of your ears and give a listen, boys.

We're live this morning.

- Pine Tree, this is Mistletoe.
- Come on in, Mistletoe.

Bearing 1-2-0. We have contact.

- Targets heading west.
- Range?

3.6 and closing.

That's a rog'. Thank you, Mistletoe.
Pine Tree to all stations, go to Situ 2.

I say again, go to Situ 2.
This is not an exercise. We are live.

Uh, this is Redwood.
We have triangulation.

Alpha, seven, one, two,
Zulu, zero, zero, nine.

Target entering carpet area.

This is Bandit Chief. Go to Situ 3.
Lock and load.

- On your command, Bandit Chief.
- Prime.

Red Four live. Red Five live.

Pine Tree Command.
We show two in the green.

All sectors secure.
Over to you, Bandit Chief.

Commence pattern.

Whoa!

This is Pine Tree Command.
Good work, gentlemen.

Prepare to stand down sectors Redwood,
Douglas, Cedar, and Mistletoe.

Mop up command search party
to Red Four and report.

Uh, roger, Pine Tree.
Will comply.

Well they better take the Bat Jet.

Hey, you're not gonna
believe this, Pine Tree.

My system indicates human presence
50 meters above the ground.

This sucker must've grown wings!

This is Bandit Chief.
I say again, this is Bandit Chief.

Stop your goddamn chattering and give
me radio silence and some map coordinates!

Yes, sir. Coming right up, sir.

Uh, you are proceeding
in a northerly direction.

Not us, you jackass.
The target!

Yes, sir!
Foxtrot, four, six, four.

Zulu, five, zero, five,
heading toward the lake.

Stop!

All right, soldier.
Nail that commie son of a bitch.

Get him!

That guy's going nowhere, sir.

Oh, no!

- Shit.
- Are you out of your mind, George?

It's your ass too, Scott!

- Damn. Get me more ammo!
- He's getting away, George!

I can see that.
What the hell are you waiting for?!

Pine Tree Command.
Come in, Bandit Chief. Over.

Stop right there!

I used to be interested in who
you work for. Now I don't give a damn.

You're a dangerous liability,
my friend.

You'll be dead in about 15 seconds.

The amusing thing is they'll probably
give me a medal for shooting you.

Who are you?

Remo Williams.

...Also found in the
wreckage of that tragic accident

was George S. Grove,
chairman of Grove Industries,

many times recipient of the
"Presidential Medal for Excellence"

and well known for his
contributions to charity.

Also killed was
Brigadier General Scott...

- Where's Chiun?
- He went to look for you.

Alright, alright, first squad,
take a right flank...

Left and around.
Be careful, they may be armed.

And for crying out loud, watch the Major.
She's a woman and she's on our side.

There he is!

Careful, men. Hold your fire.

You must run very fast.

Who are you?

Would you believe we're the good guys?

Are you all right, Major?

Oh, yes. Fine.

Everything is fine.

Faster!

You know, Chiun, sometimes
you're a real pain in the ass.

That is because
it is the shortest route to your brain!

- But we must hurry!
- What's the rush?

We must return in time to see
if Jim is truly going to walk.

What did you say?

Or has the doctor
merely told him so,

because he hope to get a new wing
for the hospital from his stepmother?

Chiun, you're incredible!

No...

I am better than that.