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{y:i}He's ahead of the field, blazing in.|{y:i}Lakers by seven!
{y:i}This is Marv Albert from the Forum in LA.
{y:i}And the Knicks in big trouble|{y:i}as they move to the front court.
{y:i}Going from right to left|{y:i}Cummings takes the one-bounce.
{y:i}A flip for King. It's batted away!|{y:i}Magic Johnson on the steal!
{y:i}He's down the left side and goes baseline!|{y:i}He's trapped! Throws back out.
{y:i}To Worthy. A head-fake,|{y:i}now the jumper. It is good!
{y:i}Only 10 seconds left.|{y:i}The Lakers are burying the Knicks!
{y:i}The Knicks have come back from the dead|{y:i}before, but not tonight!
{y:i}2L-16, Tack 2.
{y:i}Come in, 2L-16.
{y:i}Respond, 2L-16.
{y:i}Sergeant Leary says to remind you,|{y:i}you owe him $50 on tonight's game.
{y:i}And that he'd be happy to take|{y:i}your money on the Knicks anytime.
Come on!
Give it to him!
Where is it?
Give me what's mine, you understand?|It's mine and I want it now!
Look at this! Look what I found.|This is mine, baby.
All right, hands out of your pockets,|away from your body.
Suck wall!
Get your feet back. Back! And spread them!
All right, wider! I said, wider!
You ought to be ashamed of yourself,|picking on a guy half your size.
-Nice shot, kid!|-Good shot, Joey.
Hit him!
Don't move.
Don't even breathe.
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.
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'd better have had 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|and his police cruiser into the East River.
I'm a pretty healthy corpse.
The operative word is "corpse"
You've got a new face, new fingerprints,|even a new name.
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.
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 got you by the balls, Remo.
Besides, we need you.
Our cops are corrupt, our judges|are bought, our politicians are 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"
You're the guy that set me up|in that warehouse, ain't you?
Nice job.
The name's MacCleary.|We'll get to know each other.
Enjoy the fruit...
There you go, Mr. Mossler.
Soon you're gonna be|as snug as a little old bug in a rug.
Where the hell are you going|with my ambulance?
Turn left at the next intersection...
Don't get any cute ideas, Remo.
"National Bank"?
-What, are you opening an account for me?|-Let's go.
What do these things do?
Keep track of your wardrobe?
I thought they figured out a way|to make them smaller.
These are the smaller ones.
-Come in, Mr"...."|-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?
Yep. It works. Sit down.
Come on, my boy.
I know your ribs are hurting|like a son of 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 them up,|and nobody holds you accountable.
We're accountable, Mr. Williams.
-Let me guess. To the President.|-Yep.
And five of them before him.|I've lost track. I don't even vote anymore.
Sorry to disappoint you.|I'm voting with my feet.
Now you want to sit down?
I'm only going to say this once.
This is a wonderful country...
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.
Your friend already gave me|the Gettysburg Address.
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.
That's ancient history, Dad.
The computer said you were a smart-ass.
And you never heard of 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.
Every scrap of processed information|in the United States comes through here.
If it's out there, I can find it.
It helps us keep track of the bad guys.
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 got you here,|Mr. Williams.
You're going to help remove|some of the filth in there.
I like that. That's nice.
It's a lot nicer than "kill," or "destroy,"|or "terminate with extreme prejudice"
That's what you're really talking about,|isn't it?
I think he's got it, Mr. Smith.
That's exactly what we're talking about,|Mr. Williams.
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.
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.
in, out, like a duck mating.
-Where are you gonna be?|-Right behind you.
How do you open this?
Speak English?
Does a nightingale sing?
-How do you get out of here?|-The same way you came in.
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 out of here.
It is too late for that.
Hold it! I don't want to kill you,|but I will if I have to.
I'll show you chop-socky,|you sawed-off little runt.
Chiun, what do you think?
He is very slow.
His reflexes are pitiful.
Poorly coordinated.
He is in wretched physical condition.
And clumsy.
He moves like a baboon with two club feet.
there is a feeble glint of promise in his eyes.
I think I can do something with him.
{y:i}George S. Grove.
{y:i}Born Albany, New York, May 10, 1933.
{y:i}BA, Electrical Engineering, Parkson College.
{y:i}Served two tours, supply sergeant,|{y:i}Korean conflict.
{y:i}In 1962, founded Grove Industries...
{y:i}Advanced Weapons Technology.
{y:i}Current projects.:|{y:i}CD-18 surface-to-air missile.
{y:i}HARP. High Altitude Reconnaissance Probe.
{y:i}Prototype for the Star Wars program.
{y:i}Investigation, corporate tax evasion, 1979.
{y:i}No charges filed.
{y:i}1981. Suspected bribery.
{y:i}Procurement, defense contracts.
{y:i}After the disappearance of|{y:i}Investigating Officer Murray Benton...
{y:i}no charges filed.
{y:i}There were three witnesses|{y:i}alleged to have seen the murder of Benton.
{y:i}No charges were filed for lack of evidence.
{y:i}They disappeared, too.
{y:i}If the Company can't get anything on Grove,|{y:i}then you know he's good.
All I can promise 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.
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.
If this turns out to be another set up,|you won't live to collect a 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 going to teach you.
Okay, so you caught me|with a couple of lucky shots.
But I got to hand it to you,|that bullet-dodging number wasn't bad.
I like the little thing you did with the gun.
You move like a pregnant yak.
-Come on, you got to--|-Silence!
The fool chatters|but it is the wise man that listens.
Wait, is this the kind of training|where we sit around for 10 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...
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.
Technique developed|since the birth of time...
by the most gifted race on Earth.
You always talk|like a Chinese fortune cookie?
The Korean is the most perfect creature...
ever to sanctify the earth|with the imprint of his foot.
Now we will breathe.
Breathe out...
Do not gulp.
If you do not breathe correctly,|you do not move correctly.
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.
{y:i}Grove High Altitude Reconnaissance Probe.
{y:i}Program originally projected.: $758 million.
{y:i}Final assembly of prototype.: $986 million.
{y:i}Estimated cost at time of commission.:
{y:i}$1.22 billion.
{y:i}These figures are in 1983 dollars.
{y:i}The Prototype....
{y:i}Currently, our friend Grove|{y:i}is playing the D.C. charity circuit.
{y:i}Big donor.
{y:i}He's also big with the Star Wars crowd.|{y:i}And he ought to be.
{y:i}Half of them are on his payroll.
{y:i}He's good. Real good.
No more Boy Scouts.
{y:i}Yes, George.
This is interesting.
Someone's trying to enter a circuit|I had marked for special surveillance.
I wonder who the intruder is.
-What's the matter?|-I can't get what I'm looking for.
I hate to hear you say that.
Why should the HARP D.B.A. Cost-62|be restricted?
Maybe you've got cold hands.
Allow me.
Do I sense frustration?
I'll bet you've had|a lot of experience with 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 is 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 W.C.A.,|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.
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.|You know what I mean?
It makes no difference to me|that you're a woman.
That's good news, sir.
If it's any reassurance, it makes|no difference to me that you're a man.
All right, what have you done with the food?
A Korean fingerboard.
What are you staring at?
-You can't see.|-I can see.
Then what're you wearing those for?
I wear glasses so that I may see more.
A Korean fingerboard.|Begin tapping your fingers.
Slowly at first and then increasing the force.
With time, your nails will become hard,|your fingers strong.
They will be able to do more than|just 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...
the Persian boy, Alexander...
-Robin Hood.|-Robin Hood?
A bandit. Louis XIII. Napoleon.
Come on, Napoleon died in his bed.
All of them perfect assassinations.
You make it sound like a public service.
Professional assassination...
is 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, the result of all that filthy poison|you have been stuffing into your belly.
Do 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.
Find a nail.
{y:i}-Good morning, Jim.|{y:i}-Hi, Doc.
{y:i}-How're you feeling this morning?|{y:i}-Hey, never better.
{y:i}Coach Jenkins came by last night.
{y:i}He told me|{y:i}that they're saving my place on the team.
{y:i}When I'm out of here in a couple of weeks,|{y:i}I'm going right back on that squad.
{y:i}What's the matter, Doc?
{y:i}I'm sorry, Jim. I've got to level with you.
{y:i}The leg has got to come off.
{y:i}I was gonna be an all-American.
{y:i}Well, now...
{y:i}you can be all-American for courage.
{y:i}Doctor, does Linda know?
{y:i}There's something else|{y:i}I've got to tell you, Jim.
What are you watching?
Your country's|one and only contribution to the art.
It concern family...
Iove, honor, and courage.
All that is noblest in the human spirit.
It's a soap opera, for Christ's sakes.
You'll spoil it.
It's pre-spoiled.|Look, it's 8:00 and I haven't eaten all day.
One minute to 8:00.|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.|-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.
Every man is occasionally blessed with luck.
Now, down.
My pleasure. Down is easy.
What happened?
You rely on what you know,|not what you see.
What is your problem?
Come on, it's only water. It won't bite you.
Move it.
I said, move it.
-Everything okay?|-Yeah, sure.
That's it, Damico, hide behind a leaf.|No one will find you there.
Don't just stand there!|Get down there and help Johnson!
Radio the base and get an ambulance|out here, on the double.
Yes, sir.
Hoffa, what the hell are you doing?|Break out your first-aid kit. Now.
About this new weapon, sir.
I want to tell you something.
-It's useless, sir!|-You're way out of line, soldier!
Assemble the company.|I want a weapons check.
Yes, sir.
Sergeant, I want your report|on my desk by 16:00!
Sir, we've got over 120 AR-60s|in this company!
You heard what I said. Get to it.
General Watson.
Good 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.|I've got the report right here on my desk.
{y:i}There'll have to be an inquiry.
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.
{y:i}Bury that report.
Thank you, General.
{y:i}There's too many idiots|{y:i}like him on the payroll.
Use the air.
Do not waste it.
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 waiting|for a crap game in Bensonhurst.
Here we are, folks.
Seven hoops a dollar.|Everyone a winner. 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.
{y:i}So, if you will excuse me,|{y:i}young Dr. Hastings...
{y:i}I must get up to the theater and scrub up.
{y:i}It's a dangerous operation.|{y:i}It's never been tried before.
{y:i}I promised that boy he's going to walk,|{y:i}and he's going to walk!
{y:i}Don't do it. If you fail,|{y:i}it could mean a malpractice suit.
{y:i}Think of your professional reputation.
{y:i}That boy means more to me than|{y:i}all of my professional awards combined.
{y:i}-There's only one thing that worries me.|{y:i}-What's that?
{y:i}Whether his stepmother|{y:i}will permit the operation.
{y:i}You see...
{y:i}she's my ex-wife.
{y:i}Where's Jim?
{y:i}-You shouldn't be here.|{y:i}-I said where's Jim?
{y:i}Miss, I'm sorry. You'll have to leave.
{y:i}Nobody is going to stop me|{y:i}from seeing my fiancÚ.
{y:i}-What did you say?|{y:i}-Jim and I are engaged.
{y:i}Tune in at the same time tomorrow...
{y:i}for our continuing saga|"of" Beyond the Night.
{y:i}Brought to you by Continental Airlines,|{y:i}a new tradition in flying.
Jim is leaving the hospital.
-He's going to his mother's funeral.|-That's tough.
-But I think the nurse likes him.|-That's good.
However, there seems to be|some complication with the 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"...."
"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.
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 can grow some.
Maybe you will spare me|your feeble attempts at humor...
and save them for the shopkeeper|at the corner.
He has excellent Chung-ju rice.
You used the other four yesterday.
I reloaded.
{y:i}With all due respect to the Major...
{y:i}at this point in time, Ms. Fleming,|{y:i}cost overruns are immaterial.
{y:i}The Air Force cannot evaluate|{y:i}HARP until HARP flies.
{y:i}Exactly my point. Mr. Chairman...
if I may be permitted|to ask Mr. Grove a question.
When can we expect to see the HARP?
I can't believe what I'm hearing here today.
I've devoted my life|to developing 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.
{y:i}If we could 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. I know.|General Watson and I will be there.
{y:i}I'm impressed. This girl's got a lot of guts.
{y:i}-Who?|-Major Fleming.
She's the one|who tried to tap into the Grove circuit.
If she's not careful,|she'll wind up with her ass in a sling.
She's coming in to New York.|Maybe you'd better slow her down a bit.
{y:i}Every time she mentions HARP,|{y:i}our man Grove begins to get an itch.
{y:i}I wonder why?
I want that bitch put on a very short leash.
Should be right up your alley, Stone.
Pick up your feet.
Congratulations, Chiun.
Bearing in mind|that nature snubbed him cruelly...
by denying him Korean birth...
I am not entirely dissatisfied.
-When will he be ready?|-Ahead of time, I think.
That means?
-Fifteen years.|-Fifteen years?
If I cut a few corners, 14 and a half.
Chiun, I need to borrow him for a while.
{y:i}-Emily, Jim's your son.|{y:i}-I'm only his stepmother.
{y:i}But Margaret told me something|{y:i}just before she died.
{y:i}What's that?
{y:i}Jim's your son, too.
Is it painful?
I was singing an old Korean love song.
The race must be practically extinct.
Chiun, do you mind if I ask you something?
-Two more minutes.|-No, I mean...
how old are you? You are old, aren't you?
For an apricot, yes.
For a head of lettuce, even more so.
But for a mountain,|I am not even begun in years.
For a man, I am just right.
Now I know, don't I?
You ever been married?
I am the Master of Sinanju.
No women. Vows of celibacy. Eunuch.|That sort of stuff?
You are trying to say something?
No, just"...."
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.
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 the bowl|and we may eat.
What was the number|of the lesson this morning?
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.
-Then there are times when I could kill you.|-Good!
We will practice that after dinner!
Major Fleming?
Colonel Gayber is expecting you.
Major Fleming, sir.
Hello, Major.|I have the documents you requested.
That's a nice uniform.
Great buttons.
Taxi! Taxi! Oh, hell.
You can never get one when you want one.
Let me do this.|Looks like you got your hands full.
Thanks very much for your help|but I think I'll walk.
-Got a problem, buddy?|-Get out of the way.
Am I keeping you from something?
If you're in a hurry,|all you got to 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?
Unnecessary use of the horn, Officer.
I'll be unnecessary use of my nightstick|on your thick skull if you don't let him go.
Whatever happened to police courtesy|and that kind of stuff?
We save that bullshit for the|Upper East Side. I'll kick your white ass...
all up and down this street if you don't stop|kung-fuing that man's throat. Move it!
Yes, sir, ma'am. Anything you say.|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 Stone took?
We've got one phony-bird colonel|playing footsies...
with one little Miss Know-It-AII...
who's dodging tails|with one faceless wonder...
who's so anonymous|he doesn't 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.|Came up empty.
Of course.
You haven't played hard ball,|like we did in Tennessee.
Let's give them a body. See who claims it.
Start with him.
Couldn't we skip this lesson|and move on a bit?
Say, to lesson number 36?
Silence! The Emperor Smith|is disgusted with your progress.
I've told 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.
No problem.
-Falling off a log.|-I'll take mine now, Frankie.
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.
Look, I'm coming down, all right?
You sure are. The short way.
End of the line, pal.
He's coming your way!
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 have slipped.
Yeah, I saw that.
He's falling down.
-Terrible.|-It's a tragedy.
What the hell is going on?
He's behind you!
Get him.
Wait, man. I didn't do nothing.
You can't come over here!
-Look out, buddy.|-Who is he?
-No!|-Don't go in there!
That's new cement!
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.
How do you suppose he managed|that little trick?
Good. I'm glad you're both here". '"Cause|we're gonna straighten something out.
I just spent the morning being chased|around the Statue of Liberty by goons.
What were you doing|on the Statue of Liberty?
Chasing pigeons. It's not the point.|They were trying to kill me.
A friend of the Tiffany tooth. That's who.
Will somebody tell me|what the hell's going on?
-lf he's onto Remo, he's onto us.|-Who's "he"?
Why don't we take him out|before he gets any closer?
I can't do that.
I need more to go on.
Those guys tried to kill me. You want more?
CURE is not at all interested|in your personal problems.
CURE sucks, whatever CURE is.
Mr. Williams, what we can't do here...
is embarrass the President.
A man named Grove|has discovered your existence.
But before CURE becomes visible...
we must all disappear without a trace.
How do you plan to do that?
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.
Where does that leave me?
It leaves you|and your slant-eyed little buddy. Chiun.
He's got your number.
Should be fast and painless.
Boys, we're not there yet.
But we'd better have a look at HARP|and come up with something pretty soon...
or we will have to vacate this office.
You and I are going to visit|Mr. Grove's plant.
Allegheny, 10:00, 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?
Anti-personnel mine. Korea.
See you back at the fence.
What lesson number was dogs, Chiun?
Let's see you try to get up here,|you sons of bitches.
You're not your average sons of bitches.
Try that, you mother.
-What happened?|-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!
Get this to Smith.
He won't be with us for much longer.
Has he talked yet?
Get Stone.
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, a pipe dream.
It doesn't exist.
And before you got close enough|to figure it out"...."
Blew our only hard piece of evidence|right out of court.
I'll bet this guy is filing|for his fire-insurance claims right now.
I've got to take my hat off to this Mr. Grove.
He'll get his appropriations|for HARP-2 and HARP-3, and in six months...
nobody will even ask him|what happened to HARP-1.
And you think it's funny?
Mac gives his life to get you that stuff|so you could nail the bastard...
and you tell me he's gonna get away with it,|that we can't stop him?
You can stop him, son.
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 hot under the collar when someone|tells me how to run my business.
But you're just doing your job.
And pretty darn well, by the looks of it.
The important thing is|that we're working for the same side, right?
Yes. 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 don't know who these men are|or who they work for.
So if you'll excuse me, General,|I have things to attend to.
Remember me?
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?
I could march you into that building|and clear this up.
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?
No wonder I've been having so much trouble|getting information.
We've been working on the same thing.|I'm so sorry.
I don't know your name or your 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.
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 Rogue|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,|it's defective manufacture.
It means that your company|allowed a design error to creep in.
Did you run the 310 test on them|as well as the 480 sequence?
No. I think we're going to find blowback.
If that retaining ring is misaligned,|a bullet could conceivably jam in the barrel.
At 20 rounds a second on full automatic,|the results naturally would be catastrophic.
Catastrophic is not the word.
I must tell you 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.
It's 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. Lymon four-puts.
Four-puts, mind you.
I thought he'd have a stroke.|And I'd have claimed it if he had.
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 them with a 1098.
Who were those bastards, anyway?
That guy Wilson...
he's gonna wish he'd never been born|after I finish with him.
What the hell did he think he was doing?
Thank you.
By the way...
I guess I should also thank you|for getting me out of there.
I remember passing out, and then"...."
I think we'd better keep moving.
That's not the way, that's west.|The camp is up there.
I know. That's why we're going this way.|Come on.
I got to report this to General Watson.|Those people tried to kill us.
-Major Fleming--|-Rayner.
I hate to pull rank on you,|but I want Grove Industries as bad as you.
Okay, let's do it my way. Neat and tidy.
All wrapped up in one package.|How does that sound?
Sounds good to me, sir.
as of now this base is on Alpha-1 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 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.
Haven't eaten this good in weeks.
-How're you feeling?|-Fine.
-You sure?|-Sure.
I'm going to be down at the lake.
You are deaf!
I have been stomping around here|for 10 minutes...
while you talk nonsense with this...
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.
He always talks like that. He's Korean.
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'm 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.|-I see.
So that makes everything okay, doesn't it?
You are very skinny.
Why don't you try tightening|the pinion nut first?
Because if I do that, I won't be able|to line up the splines, dummy.
Sure don't make them like they used to.
I'll tell Lee lacocca you said that.
Damn, Harold. What did you do?
The brakes!
Jesus! Jump!
-You all right?|-Yeah, I'm fine.
You all right, Chiun?
God! Chiun.
In Korea, door handles do not break.
Are you all right?
-Are you hurt?|-No.
When you approach middle age...
there is a tendency|towards bruising, my son.
What did you call me?
I called 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 going to do now?
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, court-martial him.|-Silence.
They'll lock him up, and you just stand there|like Nanook of the North!
Why don't you help him, for God's sake!|I thought he was"...."
Lesson 22:
Blessed silence.
{y:i}This is Pine Tree Command.
{y:i}Good morning, gentlemen.|{y:i}Hope we're in for some good hunting today.
{y:i}Prepare to copy your sector priorities.
{y:i}That includes you|{y:i}and your little buddies, Liebowitz.
Go ahead, Pine Tree.
{y:i}All stations to Situ-1.
{y:i}Pull your fingers out of your ears|{y:i}and give a listen. We're live this morning.
{y:i}-Pine Tree, this is Mistletoe.|{y:i}-Come on in, Mistletoe.
{y:i}Bearing 120.
We have contact.
{y:i}-Target's heading west.|{y:i}-Range?
{y:i}-3.6 and closing.|{y:i}-That's a Roger. Thank you, Mistletoe.
{y:i}Pine Tree to all stations, go to Situ-2.
{y:i}I say again, go to Situ-2.|{y:i}This is not an exercise. We are live.
{y:i}This is Redwood.
We have triangulation.
Target entering carpet area.
{y:i}This is Bandit Chief. Go to Situ-3.
{y:i}-Lock and load.|{y:i}-On your command, Bandit Chief.
Red-4 live. Red-5 live.
{y:i}Pine Tree Command.|{y:i}We show two in the green.
{y:i}All sectors secure.|{y:i}Over to you, Bandit Chief.
Commence pattern.
{y:i}This is Pine Tree Command.|{y:i}Good work, gentlemen.
{y:i}Prepare to stand down sectors|{y:i}Redwood, Douglas, Cedar and Mistletoe.
{y:i}Mop up commands search party|{y:i}to Red-4 and report.
{y:i}Roger, Pine Tree, will comply.
They better take the Batjet.
You're not going to believe this, Pine Tree.
My sensor 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 chattering and give me radio silence|and some map coordinates!
{y:i}Yes, sir! Coming right up, sir!
{y:i}You are proceeding in a northerly direction.
Not us, you jackass! The target!
{y:i}Yes, sir!
{y:i}Heading toward the lake.
All right, soldier.|Nail that commie son of a bitch.
Get him.
That guy's going nowhere, sir.
-Are you out of your mind, George?|-It's your ass, too, Scott.
Damn. Get me more ammo.
He's getting away!
-I can see that.|-What the hell are you waiting for?
{y:i}Pine Tree Command.|{y:i}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,|I might get a medal for shooting you.
Who are you?
Remo Williams.
{y:i}...also found in the wreckage|{y:i}of a tragic accident was George S. Grove...
{y:i}chairman of Grove Industries...
{y:i}multiple recipient|{y:i}of the Presidential Medal for Excellence...
{y:i}and well known|{y:i}for his contributions to charity.
{y:i}Also killed was Brigadier General Scott--
-Where's Chiun?|-He went to look for you.
First squad, take the right flank.|Wheeler, take the bogies 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?
Yes, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.
-Faster!|-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 hoped to get a new wing|for the hospital from his stepmother.
-Chiun, you're incredible.|-No.
I am better than that.
RU Ready
Rabbit Proof Fence
Rabid Dogs - Cani Arrabbiati 1974
Raccoon War Pom Poko The CD1
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Radio Days
Raging Bull 1980
Raid 2003 CD1
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Raid On Rommel 1971
Rain Children The 2003
Rain Man CD1
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Rainmaker The
Rainy Dog - Takashi Miike
Raise Your Voice
Raisin in the Sun A
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Raja Hindustani
Ranch The 2004 Unrated Uncut Edition
Random Harvest 1942
Random Hearts (1999)
Rasen (The Spiral)
Rashomon 1950
Ratcatcher (1999)
Ray CD1
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Rayon Vert Le (Rohmer 1986)
Real Cancun The
Real Fiction (Shilje sanghwang)
Real Women Have Curves (2002)
Rear Window
Rebel Music - The Bob Marley Story
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Recess Schools out
Recipe For Disaster 2003
Red Dessert (Deserto Rosso) CD1
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Red Dragon (Jet Lee)
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Red Dwarf - 05x01 - Holoship
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Red Heat
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Off the Map
Red River 1948
Red Shadow
Red Sonja
Red Sorghum 1987
Red Water
Red beard 1965 akahige CD1
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Ref The
Regarding Henry 1991
Regle Du Jeux La
Reign of Fire
Reindeer Games
Relentless 1989
Remains of the Day The CD1
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Remember Me CD1
Remember Me CD2
Remember the Titans
Remember the Titans (Standard Edition)
Rendez-vous 1985
Replacement Killers The
Replacement Killers Who Am I
Replicant The
Requiem for a Dream
Requiem from the Darkness Episode One
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Rescuers Down Under The
Rescuers The
Resident Evil Apocalypse
Respiro grazias island 2002
Resurrection of the little match girl CD1
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Return The
Return To Me
Return To Paradise (1998)
Return of The King The
Return of the Dragon
Return to Sender
Return to the Blue Lagoon
Returner (Takashi Yamazaki 2002) CD1
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Reversal Of Fortune (2003) Korean
Revolution OS 2001
Rhapsody In August 1991
Richard III - CD1
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Ricordati Di Me CD1
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Ride The
Ridicule 1996
Riding in Cars with Boys
Riget I (The kingdom) 1x01
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Rikyu 1989
Ring 0 - Birthday 2000
Ring The CD1
Ring The CD2
Ring Virus
Ring of Bright Water
Rio Bravo 1959 CD1
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Rio Lobo (1970) CD1
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Rio das Mortes (1971)
Ripleys Game
Ripoux 3
Risky Business
Riso Amaro (1949)
Riten (1969)
Ritual 2000
River Wild The
River of no Return The 1954
Riverworld 2003
Road Movie CD1
Road Movie CD2
Road To Perdition 2
Road Trip (Unrated Edition)
Road to Perdition
Roaring Twenties The 1939
Rob Roy 1995
Robe The CD1
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Robin Hood (Disney)
Robin Hood - Prince Of Thieves 1991 CD1
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Robin Hood Men in tights
Robocop Directors Cut 1987
Rock The CD1
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Rocket Brothers (2003)
Rocky Horror Picture Show The
Rocky III
Rodger Dodger
Roger Dodger
Roger and Me 1989
Rogue Trader
Roman Holiday
Roman de Renard Le 1930
Romancing The Stone 1984
Romantic Comedy
Romeo Is Bleeding 1993
Romeo Must Die
Romeo and Juliet CD1
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Romper Stomper
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Rope (1948)
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Rosemarys Baby
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Royal Tenenbaums The
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Russian Ark (Aleksandr Sokurov 2002)
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