Foxbat (1977) Movie Script
1
(whooshing)
- Governess to 75.
Switch from automatic to manual.
Proceed with caution.
- [Man] 75 to governess.
Switching to manual now.
- 75, 75, what the
hell are you doing?
75, 75, report!
- [Man] Fuel malfunction.
Repeat, fuel malfunction.
- [Man] 75, lose
altitude, lose altitude.
Find the clear malfunction.
- Acknowledge.
- [Man] Governess to 77.
Maintain present course.
Governess to 75,
report your situation.
- [Man] Malfunction
persisting, repeat, persisting.
- [Man] Governess to
77, terminate exercise,
terminate exercise.
Governess to 75.
Make for emergency
eject barrier.
Alerting rescue systems and
alerting rescue systems.
Acknowledge.
(suspenseful music)
- [Man] 75 to governess.
Proceeding to eject area.
75 to governess, out.
(dramatic music)
(speaking foreign language)
(beeping)
- [Man] An unidentified
aircraft moving towards
violate defense area
moving at high speed.
(speaking foreign language)
Red alert.
(sirens wailing)
- [Man] Unidentified
aircraft on final approach.
All proceed to runway.
Repeat, all proceed to runway.
(garbled speaking)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
- Charlie?
(laughs)
Guess what?
We finally got it!
Yeah but we were waiting
for him in Tokyo.
Oh, that explains it.
(laughing)
That is just what I
said to Admiral Nakamoto
who is with me now.
Hey Charlie.
I didn't know you had
those problems too.
(laughing)
I thought your congress
would be much more generous.
Fine.
I'll see you at the lunch then.
Nakamoto-san.
Now it's all in the
hands of the politicians.
Think we can trust them?
(laughs)
- Good.
Good.
That means you'll inform
the secretary of state.
Yes sir.
Thank you.
Be about 10 minutes ago.
Not in Japan.
Hakodate.
No no, Hakodate.
Yes sir, absolutely intact.
I guess it's what you'd
call mint condition.
- [Kathy] Coffee, Mr. Crays.
- Kathy, one more thing.
(taps)
Get me Mike Saxon.
- Saxon?
He's an 813, that's
Tokyo isn't it?
- Yeah, that's Tokyo.
And try and make it as fast
as they do in the movies.
(phone ringing)
(speaking foreign language)
One moment please.
It's for you.
(giggling)
- Hey.
What are you doing with that?
Yeah, this is Saxon.
What?
Hokkaido?
Why didn't the son of a
bitch have enough class
to make it all the way to Tokyo?
Alright, alright, I'm on my way.
What the hell do you mean?
What's television this
time of the morning?
The things I do for the company.
(mysterious music)
(coughs)
Okay.
The party's over.
(low murmuring on television)
Nuh uh, I've gotta go.
- It's the last time
Saxon, I warn you.
- I've got to go.
- Was at the office
of the prime minister within
30 minutes of the landing.
- Hmph.
- [Reporter] The pilot
whose name is not yet known
has surrendered to the
Japanese military police.
No official statement
has been issued as yet
(razor buzzing)
but it seems evident
that the Soviet Union
will bring pressure to bear
on the Japanese government
to return both the plane--
- Screw you and all Americans.
- [Reporter] It also
seems likely that--
- [Woman] Stop calling, Yankee.
- The major powers in the
world will want to learn
all about a plane so
revolutionary that it can fly--
- Kanji?
- Under the Japanese radar--
- Saxon.
Yeah, I know what time it is.
- At such an incredible speed.
- Look, I need some equipment.
- At this very moment--
- CIA knows,
people at Langley know.
You got a pencil?
- European, African,
and Asian countries
are converging
on Hakodate airport.
We switch you now
live to Hokkaido.
(militaristic music)
(sirens wailing)
- That's it from northern
Japan at Hakodate Airport,
this is Herb Daniels reporting.
(suspenseful music)
- [Reporter] Commissioner,
can you make a statement
at this time?
(airport announcements
being made in background)
- [Reporter] Commissioner,
do you see this
as a political issue
or a military one?
- [Reporter] Is there
negotiations over fishing rights
with the Russians?
(clamoring)
Can you say if this
was an accident,
the violation of
Japanese airspace?
(helicopter whirring)
- That'll be the chopper
bringing the pilot in.
(clamoring)
- [Reporter] Has the
pilot given any indication
as to his reason
for the situation?
- [Reporter] Are the
planes armed with missiles?
(suspenseful music)
- [Reporter] Was the
plane forced down
by Japanese fighters?
- Do you come here very often?
- I think I've got
a good shot of him.
- Oh yeah.
Oh, you think you
got the real one?
Do you really think I'd
bring him out this way?
- If I can be of any
help just let me know.
(phone ringing)
(speaking foreign language)
(phone ringing)
Oh, General Anderson.
Oh, it's you Charlie.
Yes, they have
given me the order
to break up the Foxbat.
Well hopefully later today.
I am waiting for it in writing.
Tell me the truth, Charlie.
Isn't that the way you
were made a general?
(laughing)
- [Reporter] The
Soviet Union today
(suspenseful music)
expressing great displeasure
with the Japanese government
over the handling of the
Russian MG 25 fighter plane,
the Foxbat.
After they recalled their
ambassador to Moscow.
(beeping)
(beeps)
- Thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late sir,
my name is John Williams.
- Don't tell me, it won't
be your real name anyway.
- As a matter of fact it's not.
- Mine's Anderson and it
really is, and this is Roberts.
- Hi.
- Hey Charlie!
- How are you?
- This is what we've
been waiting for, eh?
Just wait til you see
these home movies.
Boy, they're really something.
- [Charlie] Good, fine.
- He's a hell of a pilot.
(laughing)
- Good morning, gentlemen.
We thank you for getting
up so early to be with us
but we think you will
find it worth your while.
Yesterday as you know, a
pair of Russian aircraft
traveling just above water level
managed to get under
our early warning system
and land on the
Japanese mainland.
It is a Russian-built aircraft.
A MG 25.
Gentlemen, I give
you the Foxbat.
(dramatic music)
It is a most remarkable
piece of engineering.
We shall now look
at the components
and we shall see how the
Russians put it together.
And what makes it one of
the most effective planes
in the air today.
- Professor Nagata,
the USA of course
tested similar materials
and found that the friction
at such high speeds
created so much heat
that the materials buckled.
How did the Soviets
get around this?
- Were these materials
tested at ground level?
- [Charlie] Well naturally.
- There's your answer then.
Foxbat is only geared to go
beyond mach 3 over 60,000 feet.
Now let's take a look at
the engine, gentlemen.
It is a Tormansky
R266 turbo jet.
With a thrust of 24,250 pounds.
(voices overlapping)
The answer is simple, no rivets.
All the seams are
electronically welded.
Lights.
That's all, gentlemen, thank
you for your kind attention.
- [Reporter] Today the
Japanese air defense ministry
announced that it is
conferring with the American
National Aeronautics
and Space Administration
and the NATO nations
(suspenseful music)
about designing a new and
more effective radar...
(peaceful music)
(birds flapping)
- The students
need more practice.
- It is the reason behind
the bow and not the target
that is important.
- Sometimes the
target is reality.
- Reality can
sometimes be illusion.
Hong Kong.
- My contact?
- Lamont.
Saxon.
Reality
or illusion?
(bow twangs)
(birds flapping)
(shouts and cheers echoing)
(applauding)
(shouting)
(cheering)
(applauding)
- Alright!
Is that alright?
You like that, huh?
Alright, how about
under my arm now?
Oh alright, that's
what I wanted.
Well, hey listen.
Will you say that again please?
(mellow music)
(cracking)
Hey, take it easy.
Easy.
(smashing)
(punching)
(shouting)
(speaking foreign language)
(shouting)
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Wasn't that the
brilliant physicist Slakov?
- Yes, the property is
concerned about his attitude
so he's presently undergoing
some psychiatric therapy.
By the way, have
you met our Dr. Vod?
- No, but I've
heard much of him.
Russian father, Mongol mother.
- Yes, he's a strange
man but useful.
(machines beeping)
(cat growling)
- As you see, the
effects of his dose
wear off rather quickly.
But with a larger
amount, gentlemen,
the human mind can be
totally controlled.
And you wish me to
leave my laboratory?
Hmm.
Bureaucrats.
- What of the animal?
- He has been through
the brain barrier.
His mind is
hopelessly destroyed.
He will be disposed of.
Control, gentlemen.
Mind control.
Shall we?
- [Man] With the
necessary documents
and an American passport
you should have no
problem blending in
with the inhabitants
of Hong Kong.
(screaming)
(sinister music)
(bird screeching)
(whooshing)
(speaking foreign language)
(singing in foreign language)
- Hey!
What are you, some
kind of a nut?
(speaking foreign language)
(laughing)
- Now I know I'm
back in Hong Kong.
(whispering)
- Good afternoon.
Girls.
(giggling)
The secret of Chinese cooking
(cracks knuckles)
is...
(gasps)
Preparation.
Ingredients.
Seasoning.
And Sampling.
- Lucas, the thousand TV sets
I ordered for the factory.
Yes, I know, you're
three weeks late.
A promise is a promise.
Attend to them, eh?
Thank you.
(speaking foreign language)
This is not what I
had in mind at all.
- There's a gentleman
to see you, sir.
- Well get somebody to help you,
you won't be able
to finish it alone.
(beeping)
- Mr. Lamont?
- Yes.
And you must be Mr. Saxon.
I trust your recent
Japanese acquisition has
proven satisfactory?
- It has and you
damn well know it.
- I believe we've spoken
of 15% commission.
For my making the arrangements.
- We talked about 10%
and if the selling price
were to exceed 50 million,
then it would go up to 15%.
- No harm in trying.
- For the next few months,
you will learn the secrets of
excellent Cantonese cooking.
When I'm through with you
(gasping)
you can all open your
own Cantonese restaurants
in the United States.
In New York, Boston,
and all points west.
(gasping)
Thank you.
- Amazing!
- It really is amazing.
- I'm afraid we've no
more time today girls.
For the next lesson
we are going to learn
some wondrous things to
be done with the simple
chicken egg.
(clapping)
(murmuring)
Mrs. Lamont, isn't it?
- Yes, I'm Madame
Lamont from Indochine.
- Oh, Madame Lamont.
- Merci.
- I can't help noticing
you seem to learn
everything so quickly.
I also think that you will be
the loveliest lady
in your husband's
fashion show next week.
- How did you know about that?
- Well your husband
is so famous.
Everybody knows.
Especially of the
beautiful Madame Lamont.
(speaking foreign language)
Au revoir.
- [Woman] Mr. Dahlbeck, your
call to Langley Washington
is on the line.
- Sir, what's Mike Saxon
doing here in Hong Kong?
Special branch tipped me off.
If you ask me sir I
think the heavyweights
are moving in here.
- Well the company
will be sending you
reinforcements by tomorrow.
So hang in there,
you're doing a good job.
But don't let Saxon
out of your sight for
one minute of the day.
- Right sir.
Goodbye sir.
- Crays, are you
sure that you're
the right man for this job?
You and Saxon go back
a long way together.
You were in Katanga and Chile.
- What about Angola
and the Bay of Pigs?
- [Man] Well this is
no place for friends.
We may have to act
with extreme prejudice.
In which case...
- In which case?
He has to go.
- We don't know yet.
But let one man start
on making his own career
and where can it lead?
You never know, another
goddamn senate committee.
Christ knows I'm not paranoid.
I'm just trying to
run a secret service.
- I suppose it's all in here.
- Dahlbeck, your man
in Hong Kong, any good?
- Well he's no heavyweight,
but he is expendable.
- Hmm.
We all are, kiddo.
We're all expendable.
(dramatic music)
- Read your instructions
carefully, gentlemen.
They will not be repeated.
Time to have a toast, gentlemen.
With some good Russian vodka.
(speaking foreign language)
For one among us this
is more than a toast.
One who lacks the
proper dedication,
who talks to
Americans and English.
For him, this is
a farewell drink.
His identity will be apparent
in no more than 60 seconds.
There will be a momentary
discomfort, nothing more.
- What if there's a mistake?
- I make no mistakes.
Remember, gentlemen.
Control the simple
emotion of fear
and you control the world.
To Foxbat and success.
(funky music)
- Mr. Lamont, as one
of Hong Kong's leading
textile manufacturers
how do you feel
about people from
all over the world
coming to attend this show?
- I do this once a year
to meet my friends.
I hope they will enjoy the
afternoon's showing, thank you.
- [Reporter] Thank you.
- Mrs. Lamont.
- Hello.
- How are you, congratulations.
- I know Mr. Cheung,
so glad you could come.
This is my husband.
- Hello.
- There's Miss Hill.
Isn't that superb?
Look Mr. Cheung.
- Superb.
- Oh hi.
- How are you?
- [Mrs. Lamont] I wondered
what happened to you my dear.
- I got caught in traffic.
- Oh.
This is my husband.
Miss Hill.
- Enchante, madame.
- A pleasure.
- This is a personal friend
of mine, Monsieur Cheung.
Miss Hieu is from New
York, she's a designer.
- Forgive me.
(light music)
- Hi handsome.
You like Chinese girl?
(laughs)
- I did until now.
(shouting)
(hitting and kicking)
- [Cop] Back here!
- It's okay, just
a couple of fags.
Hi pal.
Hey, I don't know who you are,
I don't know who you work for,
but whoever they are, hey,
they can do better than that.
(chuckles)
Have a nice shave.
(funky music)
- Why don't you take a picture
and I'll autograph it for you?
- Looks like the
whole gang is here.
Altman, Musad, all the buyers.
Here, I'm gonna go find
out what's going on
in the fashion world.
(applauding)
- Lovely.
(funky music)
- Mr. Cheung, your
mouth is open.
Why are you staring?
Haven't you seen brothers and
sisters in Hong Kong before?
- Brothers and sisters?
- Black people.
We don't come from
Mars, you know.
- Oh, please forgive me.
It is just that
you're so lovely.
- Come on, let's go.
- You know what to do.
- You know Dahlbeck,
it's strange
how one little airplane
could cause all this trouble.
There's Saxon!
Saxon, what the hell are
you doing here in Hong Kong?
- I'm here to see a
beautiful fashion show!
You know how much I love
the beautiful ladies.
- Over here.
You're supposed to
be somewhere else.
Now you show up in Hong Kong?
Man you're talking to people
you shouldn't even know!
- What big ears you've got.
- Hey, don't get
smart with me, fella.
- Then you call off
your bloodhounds.
I don't like being
tailed by my own people.
- Your own people?
Man the word going 'round
out there in the street
is that you've gone into
business for yourself.
- Free enterprise, the
American way of life.
Like apple pie?
Or didn't you learn
that in school?
- School.
Man.
You really think you
can get away with that?
- Sure, and you know what?
You can tell the
old folks at Langley
that I've got enough stuff
stashed away to burn them!
(chuckles)
Relax, sweetheart.
You're just a
little out of shape.
Have a nice day.
(low murmuring)
- This is one of our latest
range, multicolored separates.
Aimed at the 18 to 20s market.
- May I help you sir?
- Later.
- Just in time for
the coming season.
Thank you.
Saxon, you finally arrived.
- You son of a bitch,
you really tried to
have me blown away.
- Why should I have
you disposed of
before you delivered
the merchandise?
- Look, just don't
play games with me.
Get it done, will you?
- May I have a Coca-Cola please?
Ah, thank you.
Hey!
Slow down.
You're exceeding
the speed limit.
- Yes I was.
- Are you a buyer or a designer?
- I'm a supplier.
- What do you supply?
- Dinner for you and me
tonight, eight o'clock.
- I'm sorry, I'm really pushed
for time here in Hong Kong.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
I hope that we see
each other again.
- You know for my
party I pay $500.
- Five?
- I hate to leave but
I really must go now.
- Five, yes.
- 600?
(laughs)
Will 800 do?
- Thank you, thank you.
- Now you must make a special
dessert for this occasion.
(mysterious music)
(beeping)
(sighs)
- Oh boy.
- So what's next with Mr. Saxon?
- Only Mr. Saxon knows.
Headquarters at Langley say
that there are no limits.
That means if it comes to it,
acting with extreme prejudice.
- A bottle of water
in 1628 please.
In other words, you
have the authority to--
- If he rolls
over, he goes down.
And knowing the
love between the CIA
and the Washington Post they
would really appreciate that.
- Well.
- By the way, did you
check for bugs next door?
- We're clear in 1628.
1630 is your room.
- Give me 1630, will you?
- Yes sir.
- Now don't get any wrong ideas.
Saxon's been on the
brink for months.
Maybe even years.
But nobody at Langley
has the time of day.
He's tired, he's seen too
much, been through too much.
And that includes the glass eye.
But you know, keep trying.
You're on the way up, Dahlbeck.
(beeping)
(knocks)
- Room service, sir.
- One moment.
Come on in.
I was beginning to think
there was a water shortage.
Something for you.
What the--
(gun fires)
(beeping)
- Damnit!
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(speaking foreign language)
- Hello.
- Hello, how are you?
- How are you?
Your first trip to Hong Kong?
- Yeah.
Nick yourself shaving?
- Yeah, you might say that.
Just a bit, yeah.
(laughing nervously)
(elevator dings)
Have a nice day.
- You too.
Harry!
- I don't know
where people shave
themselves these days.
- We can't find Crays.
- You let the more
dangerous one get away.
Be sure he does
nothing to harm Saxon.
At least not until
after tomorrow night.
(honks)
(dogs barking)
- Welcome, welcome.
You must be--
- Chan's my name.
- Of course.
- Pleasure to meet you.
(speaking foreign language)
Your man can join us?
- He stays with the car.
- As you wish.
You're just in
time for cocktails.
I understand you've just
flown in from the States.
A business trip?
- Yes.
By the way that was quite
a fashion show you put on.
- Your briefcase, if you please.
Just a precaution.
- Of course.
(chuckles)
Of course.
(speaking foreign language)
- [Mr. Lamont] And are
you a native of Hong Kong,
Monsieur Chan?
- No sir, San Francisco.
- Oh.
- But I'm a great traveler.
- Mm.
- Do you know Saigon?
That is my home.
- Is that right?
- Right.
- A fascinating city
before the difficulties.
(laughing)
(buzzing)
(speaking foreign language)
- Who is it?
- Ugly man.
- Oh, he's arrived.
Let him in.
Oh Mr. Cheung, I'm
glad you could come.
I thought you were
not going to make it,
all the guests are
ready, hurry up.
- Oh I'm sorry.
- Now everything is
laid out for you.
- Oh Mrs. Lamont, you are
(speaking foreign language).
(speaking foreign language)
- Oh I am sorry it means
very, very beautiful.
- Oh you're naughty, Mr. Cheung.
Have you got your
secret recipes?
- Oh yes, of course.
- Good, good.
(dogs barking)
- Yes please.
- Hold those dogs,
I'm not lunch.
- Ah, the guest of
honor has arrived.
Come in dear fellow,
everyone's waiting to meet you.
- He's arrived.
- We're on our way.
- Thank you Mr. Saxon.
- Let me introduce
you to everyone.
May I present our very
special guess, Mr. Saxon.
Sir Harry Allen.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Mr. Altman.
- Hello.
- Mr. Saxon, Mr. Musad.
Monsieur Decoutel.
- How do you do?
- Of course you know
my wife and Miss Hill.
- Nice to see you
again, Mr. Saxon.
- Nice to see you.
- [Mrs. Lamont] Oh, Miss Hill?
- I don't believe we've
met, Michael Saxon.
I'm from New York.
- Henry Chan, San Francisco.
- San Francisco.
- Right.
- That's great, that's
my favorite city.
- Is that so?
- Yes, and by the way,
how are the Dodgers doing?
(laughs)
- You must have been out
in the Far East too long,
Mr. Saxon.
The Dodgers are the
hated enemies of ours.
From Los Angeles.
The Giants, however,
they are doing very well.
- Are you in the
clothing business too?
- No.
I have a lot of
irons in the fire.
Right now you might say
that I'm in salvage.
- Oh, I promise you
the best seafood
between Hong Kong
and San Francisco.
- The only thing between
Hong Kong and San Francisco
is the ocean.
(laughs)
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
- You know I really have to
watch my calories out here.
A few more meals like this
and I won't be able to
fit in my own designs.
- You'd fit fine in mine.
- [Mrs. Lamont] Oh, did
you hear about Foxbat?
(silverware clatters)
- Foxbat?
Sounds like a
vampire movie to me.
- This plane is unlike anything
the Western powers have seen.
It's fast, it's
highly maneuverable,
and it's quite extraordinary.
- The Russians aren't
too happy about it.
They want their plane back.
- That's hardly unreasonable.
- But what does Foxbat mean?
- It's the name of the airplane.
It's been in all the newspapers.
- Mr. Cheung, we're
almost ready for you.
- Good, I am almost ready too.
And Miss Hill, she is ready too?
- Yes, Miss Hill is ready too!
- Good.
- Come along.
- Okay.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the piece de resistance,
may I present Mr.
Cheung, the master chef
and my personal teacher.
- Good evening, Miss Hill.
(laughs)
- Good evening, Mr. Cheung.
- You made another conquest.
- I hope you will all find
this dessert quite memorable.
It is an ancient
Cantonese delight
called the dream
of a peony garden.
It is a secret recipe from an
emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
Made from sweet almonds.
- Ladies, shall we
leave the gentlemen
to their tiresome business talk?
- A splendid idea, my dear.
- Mr. Cheung, why
don't you join us girls
and show us some recipes?
- Oh yes, it's a
pleasure madame.
- So far everything checks out.
- Fox one here.
Outside Lamont's house,
everything quiet so far, out.
- Okay Keith, let's go home.
(clock chiming)
- Well gentlemen, as
you may have heard
a recent special delivery
has been made to Japan.
And I find myself in
the fortunate position
to act as broker
for the merchandise.
I'm afraid it will
not come cheaply.
- In today's market,
gentlemen, diamonds
are much more
valuable than money.
If one were to pay,
say $30 million for
some Japanese merchandise,
how can he be certain
of the quality?
- You received an invitation?
Than you must know that
the goods are genuine.
And you, Sir Harry,
what do you say?
65 million.
- Oil, gentlemen.
The Western world cannot
survive without it.
And this year my
country is producing
over 100 million
barrels every two weeks.
- 800, 800 million Chinese.
Men women and children.
(laughing)
Worldwide enjoyed my dessert.
It is kneaded so softly
making it so digestible.
Unlike most Western food.
Oh.
For example.
(gagging)
(mysterious music)
- Listen, don't you know better
than to take somebody
else's medicine?
- Medicine?
It's only candy.
- Oh no no no no.
You could end up
with convulsions.
- What?
Convulsions?
- Yes, convulsions.
No no, really, I
don't want you to die.
I wanna save your life!
- Perhaps I could
drive you to hospital.
- No, I'm taking him
to my own doctor.
- Hospital?
Oh no no no no--
- Just a minute, Saxon.
- Please leave
me, I don't want--
- Mr. Cheung and I had
a date this evening.
- A date?
- No.
- I'm coming with you.
- No you're not.
- Mr. Cheung?
- Please!
- Cheung and I,
we're going alone.
- Mr. Cheung?
- Oh wait for me Toni!
- Mr. Cheung?
(dogs barking)
- Toni, Toni!
- Mr. Saxon.
- Let's go, let's go!
- No, Mr. Saxon come first.
- I was the highest bid, I
insist you honor my offer.
Now stop that man.
- Get in.
- Hey, hey come back!
(dogs barking)
- [Mr. Lamont] Hold those dogs,
don't let them get loose!
- Right.
(honks)
(laughing)
- Oh my god.
- Get away!
Get him off!
- Get away from him!
- You haven't heard
the last of this.
- My dear Musad, I
have a vested interest
in you as the highest bidder.
We'll have a brandy together
and see to your injuries.
My dear.
Are you leaving too?
- I'm afraid so.
- So wonderful having you.
Au revoir, my dear.
- Goodbye.
(exciting music)
- Where are you taking me?
- To get that thing
out of your stomach!
- No!
It's already dissolving!
We need an antidote.
(laughing)
- There isn't any!
- I'm going to die,
I'm going to die!
- You know what?
If you're lucky, you might.
(speaking foreign language)
- Would you mind repeating that?
(speaking foreign language)
means you foreign devil!
What are you going to do to me?
- Look, I'm gonna stick my
fingers down your throat,
pull the lozenge out.
Now relax, it'll be just like
taking candy from a baby.
- I don't believe you!
- You dummy!
Come back!
(honking)
(speaking foreign language)
(shouting)
(hits)
(cries out)
- Cheung, get in, quick!
How did you get yourself
into this mess, Cheung?
I mean these aren't
your kind of people.
- That is the story of my life.
Meeting the wrong people.
I have debts.
I thought that Mrs.
Lamont would introduce me.
I would have more jobs.
That guy, he wanted to
make me throw up the candy!
- We're gonna get you
to a nice, safe place.
- In Hong Kong?
Stop here!
- What for?
- Don't embarrass
me, just wait please.
- Now?
- Come on, come on, quiet,
quiet, quiet, listen!
You've got something, you idiot!
That's nice, I like
that, look at that face.
That's a lot better.
- He's inside.
- Get him here.
Dead or alive.
(gun firing)
- He got away
through the window.
- He's still on the
move, keep alert.
Back of a cement truck,
heading your way.
- Okay, don't worry.
We'll get him now.
- Wait, come on.
No, this way.
Look, how can I
make you understand?
You're in a lot of trouble!
Now get in there!
- Toni!
- [Michael] Oh shit.
- What's going on, Saxon?
Cheung is scared to death!
- Look Toni, get your
ass out of my car.
This is not a game.
- We've got company.
- Split up, now!
(suspenseful music)
(singing)
- [Chan] Good
evening, Mr. Cheung.
(dramatic music)
(shouting)
(cries out)
(crashing)
(speaking foreign language)
(crashing)
(shouting)
(singing in foreign language)
- Hi.
(shouting)
- Look.
Please.
Get in the car.
(siren wailing)
(speaking foreign language)
- [Toni] Feeling better now?
- I guess so, yeah.
What about the bank?
They still want me.
- We're watching out for you.
You're really safe.
- Please, take that
thing out of my stomach.
- It's just too late for
the stomach pump now.
- Oh.
- There's only one other way.
- Please, no.
- We've got one of the very
best surgeons in Hong Kong.
All the conditions
are controlled.
Look at it from
this point of view.
What if one of your friends
in the car gets you first?
- Will it hurt?
- You won't feel a thing.
- [Michael] In a few days
you'll be back making noodles
for the ladies.
- [Cheung] Toni, you will stay
and watch over me tonight?
- Of course, you're my date.
(beeping)
- Show me the x-rays, please.
Nothing there.
Remove him.
- Can someone please tell
me what's going on here?
- About what?
- You tell me.
- Look, I want you
to stay out of this.
Just keep out of it, go home.
This is not for little girls,
and it's not for tough
little girls either.
- You are so full of shit.
- You want me to
tell you something?
You're right.
- Oh nurse, is there any change
in Mr. Cheung's condition?
- They haven't begun
yet, but don't worry.
Dr. Schmidt is one of
our finest surgeons.
- Dr. Schmidt?
But I thought he was
Oriental, a Dr. Wong.
- There must be some mistake.
Our only Dr. Wong
is a gynecologist.
(gun firing)
- Come on.
(screaming)
(guns firing)
- Shit!
- Shh!
(whispers)
- Okay, okay, okay.
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
- Thanks for the help.
- Freeze.
Drop your gun.
Drop it.
- Yours too.
Cheung, get out of here.
Go on, get out!
(kicks)
(gun fires)
(cries out)
(shouting)
(speaking foreign language)
(gun fires)
(screaming)
- Don't come back without him.
Let's get the other two.
(dramatic music)
(speaking foreign language)
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
- [Michael] Get the
hell off the road!
(speaking foreign language)
(crashing)
(clocks cuckooing)
(suspenseful music)
(speaking foreign language)
(screaming)
- Who is it?
- Good evening, Mr. Cheung.
How do you feel?
- Terrible.
- The after-effects
of chloroform.
It'll pass.
- Where am I?
- It is not important.
But where are you going?
That is the question.
- What do you people want?
- Oh, you must be
uncomfortable, my friend.
Untie him.
You are a master chef I
am told and a teacher?
Very good.
To teach, to instruct.
Now.
We would like you to impart
some of your valuable knowledge
to us.
- Sour?
Or Sweet?
- Foxbat.
- Foxbat?
I've never heard of this.
Is it Japanese duck?
Or Chinese chicken?
- My friend.
You are being tiresome.
I think you'd better
help our friend.
- No, no needles.
- Forgive me.
I was being careless.
It would never do to have you
die from infection, would it?
- No, please.
- You see, Mr. Cheung?
No pain.
Not yet, anyway.
- What is that?
What are you trying to do to me?
(gun fires)
- It's frightening
what a little bullet can do.
Take it.
Take it.
You disappoint me, Mr. Cheung.
Already through
the fear barrier?
(screaming)
You see, you are
not the only one
experiencing an
interesting evening.
Would you like to help
your lovely Miss Hill?
(mysterious music)
Interesting, isn't it?
Much better than with the
animals in the laboratory.
- [Cheung] But what is
it you want from me?
- These are only
small in local doses.
The effects are gone quickly.
But right now your
nerves have been exposed
like open cavities
in your teeth.
(screaming)
Bring her.
(shouting)
- Oh, Cheung.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Toni.
- The lozenge, where is it?
Well?
As you wish, Mr. Cheung.
I thought you loved this
young lady so much and yet...
(screaming)
- Chung, please
tell them, please!
- I don't know!
- Please!
(sobbing)
- Perhaps there has been
a misunderstanding here.
I know Miss Hill that you
are trying to protect him.
What I do not know is why.
Please, save yourself
from more discomfort
and just tell me where
is the little lozenge.
- It is no more.
Leave her alone.
Do what you like to me.
- We shall, my friend.
We shall.
Keep trying, gentlemen.
(screaming)
(shatters)
(fires)
(shouts)
(dramatic music)
- Come on!
Move it, move it!
(guns firing)
(speaking foreign language)
- We're gonna have to
find our way out of this.
Are you ready for it?
- Are you kidding?
I grew up on 125th and Lennox.
- Look if you're so bad,
the name of the game
the boat's over there.
(speaking foreign language)
- I can't swim.
(speaking foreign language)
- Hey, take this.
Both of you make for the
boat and I'll try to stall.
Well don't stand
there, shoot him!
Shoot him!
Damnit, give me the
gun, go on, now!
- Go on, get going!
(shouting)
- Sweet and sour?
(suspenseful music)
(shouting)
- Are you alright?
- I'm okay.
- He's dead.
Get into the boat.
Get around behind
him, go around!
(rattling)
(dramatic music)
Get on the boat, Cheung.
Go on.
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(gun fires)
(exploding)
- Saxon?
Come out of there
Saxon, let's talk.
The Foxbat is a mouse trap.
Can't you see?
I am one of the best.
And so are you.
Once.
- Your diamonds are
just slowing you down.
- Hmm.
- Are you trying to buy
me with phony diamonds?
- Where do you think you
fit after this is through?
In a box?
With Crays leading
the pallbearers?
- I wonder what the
KGB does to guys
who don't complete
their missions.
You're through.
Finished.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(seagulls cawing)
(suspenseful music)
Hi Toni.
- Saxon.
- I was worried about you.
I'm glad you made it.
Our friend Cheung does not
have your Foxbat plans.
Let it go.
Forget it.
- Saxon, they've been
beating on me for 24 hours.
I don't wanna have
to scuffle with you.
- The only kind of
scuffling we should do
is between cool satin sheets.
Now leave that little guy alone.
- I can't.
You work for the company,
you know the rules.
- Then you're gonna
have to walk over me.
- Saxon, I know you.
And I know what you tried
to pull, but it didn't work.
You're out in the cold
now, a washed-up case.
So get outta my way, Saxon.
Or you're gonna get hurt.
(shouting)
- You stupid bitch,
we're on the same side!
(shouting)
(hitting and kicking)
- Come on, come on, come on!
(shouting)
(hits)
(groans)
(winces)
That feels better.
Well it's been
quite a date, huh?
- Uh huh.
- Cheung, now that it's
all over you can tell me.
Where is the candy?
- It is still in me, I suppose.
- We know they didn't
operate, so where is it?
- I swallowed it that night.
That's all I can remember.
- I don't wanna
have to shoot you.
- I don't understand.
- All you have to
understand is that I want
what's in that little
piece of candy.
- Look, won't anyone believe me?
I haven't got it!
I haven't.
- Cheung.
(shouts)
- I'm bleeding!
Toni?
- Please?
(gun fires)
- Not my cake, not
my masterpiece!
She can't be serious.
- The candy!
(speaking foreign language)
No.
- The next one'll be
through the heart.
- No!
(screaming)
Toni!
Toni!
Your strong hand!
- Please, help me, help me!
- I want to but I can't
hold you, my arm--
- It's slipping, it's slipping!
(screaming)
- Toni.
Remember now.
The candy.
It was that night.
I threw up.
- Leave it, Saxon.
We can't afford death.
Look, there's
nothing you can do.
Besides, the company can't stand
any noise so let's move it.
- Fuck you!
And fuck the company!
You still think
you're in Vietnam?
What the hell do you
want, a body count?
First this girl, then
you lose Dahlbeck.
And maybe the
little guy up there.
How many bodies do you want?
Well god damnit, how
many bodies you want?
(sirens wailing)
(speaking foreign language)
- You're going home, Saxon.
- You're gonna have
to go back to Langley
with some heavy bullshit
story about Hong Kong.
(siren wailing)
- Don't think for one
minute you hurt the company.
Nobody hurts the company.
We knew you'd turn.
And when you did we got
every name worth knowing
in Southeast Asia.
Hill, Lamont, and
Musad, all of them.
Who do you think
took care of Vod?
- You arrogant son of a bitch.
You love to play god.
You tried to use me
but I wouldn't play.
You used the girl.
You used each other.
Who's next, Crays?
The great American
way, teamwork.
Go ahead, use it.
Shoot me in the back.
Because I'm going
straight down this alley.
And then you'll get that
prize you always wanted.
The big office.
The thick carpet, the
beautiful secretary,
and the gorgeous,
big, black car.
Try it!
What do you got to lose?
I don't work for
the company anymore.
Oh by the way, don't relax.
The company never sleeps.
(mysterious music)
- [Man] Yes sir,
Foxbat was shipped back
to Russia this morning.
(gun fires)
Just a few casualties, sir.
Dahlbeck, the girl
Hill, and Crays.
Lightweight material.
There's only one problem.
Yes sir.
Extreme prejudice.
(gun fires)
(mysterious music)
(whooshing)
- Governess to 75.
Switch from automatic to manual.
Proceed with caution.
- [Man] 75 to governess.
Switching to manual now.
- 75, 75, what the
hell are you doing?
75, 75, report!
- [Man] Fuel malfunction.
Repeat, fuel malfunction.
- [Man] 75, lose
altitude, lose altitude.
Find the clear malfunction.
- Acknowledge.
- [Man] Governess to 77.
Maintain present course.
Governess to 75,
report your situation.
- [Man] Malfunction
persisting, repeat, persisting.
- [Man] Governess to
77, terminate exercise,
terminate exercise.
Governess to 75.
Make for emergency
eject barrier.
Alerting rescue systems and
alerting rescue systems.
Acknowledge.
(suspenseful music)
- [Man] 75 to governess.
Proceeding to eject area.
75 to governess, out.
(dramatic music)
(speaking foreign language)
(beeping)
- [Man] An unidentified
aircraft moving towards
violate defense area
moving at high speed.
(speaking foreign language)
Red alert.
(sirens wailing)
- [Man] Unidentified
aircraft on final approach.
All proceed to runway.
Repeat, all proceed to runway.
(garbled speaking)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
- Charlie?
(laughs)
Guess what?
We finally got it!
Yeah but we were waiting
for him in Tokyo.
Oh, that explains it.
(laughing)
That is just what I
said to Admiral Nakamoto
who is with me now.
Hey Charlie.
I didn't know you had
those problems too.
(laughing)
I thought your congress
would be much more generous.
Fine.
I'll see you at the lunch then.
Nakamoto-san.
Now it's all in the
hands of the politicians.
Think we can trust them?
(laughs)
- Good.
Good.
That means you'll inform
the secretary of state.
Yes sir.
Thank you.
Be about 10 minutes ago.
Not in Japan.
Hakodate.
No no, Hakodate.
Yes sir, absolutely intact.
I guess it's what you'd
call mint condition.
- [Kathy] Coffee, Mr. Crays.
- Kathy, one more thing.
(taps)
Get me Mike Saxon.
- Saxon?
He's an 813, that's
Tokyo isn't it?
- Yeah, that's Tokyo.
And try and make it as fast
as they do in the movies.
(phone ringing)
(speaking foreign language)
One moment please.
It's for you.
(giggling)
- Hey.
What are you doing with that?
Yeah, this is Saxon.
What?
Hokkaido?
Why didn't the son of a
bitch have enough class
to make it all the way to Tokyo?
Alright, alright, I'm on my way.
What the hell do you mean?
What's television this
time of the morning?
The things I do for the company.
(mysterious music)
(coughs)
Okay.
The party's over.
(low murmuring on television)
Nuh uh, I've gotta go.
- It's the last time
Saxon, I warn you.
- I've got to go.
- Was at the office
of the prime minister within
30 minutes of the landing.
- Hmph.
- [Reporter] The pilot
whose name is not yet known
has surrendered to the
Japanese military police.
No official statement
has been issued as yet
(razor buzzing)
but it seems evident
that the Soviet Union
will bring pressure to bear
on the Japanese government
to return both the plane--
- Screw you and all Americans.
- [Reporter] It also
seems likely that--
- [Woman] Stop calling, Yankee.
- The major powers in the
world will want to learn
all about a plane so
revolutionary that it can fly--
- Kanji?
- Under the Japanese radar--
- Saxon.
Yeah, I know what time it is.
- At such an incredible speed.
- Look, I need some equipment.
- At this very moment--
- CIA knows,
people at Langley know.
You got a pencil?
- European, African,
and Asian countries
are converging
on Hakodate airport.
We switch you now
live to Hokkaido.
(militaristic music)
(sirens wailing)
- That's it from northern
Japan at Hakodate Airport,
this is Herb Daniels reporting.
(suspenseful music)
- [Reporter] Commissioner,
can you make a statement
at this time?
(airport announcements
being made in background)
- [Reporter] Commissioner,
do you see this
as a political issue
or a military one?
- [Reporter] Is there
negotiations over fishing rights
with the Russians?
(clamoring)
Can you say if this
was an accident,
the violation of
Japanese airspace?
(helicopter whirring)
- That'll be the chopper
bringing the pilot in.
(clamoring)
- [Reporter] Has the
pilot given any indication
as to his reason
for the situation?
- [Reporter] Are the
planes armed with missiles?
(suspenseful music)
- [Reporter] Was the
plane forced down
by Japanese fighters?
- Do you come here very often?
- I think I've got
a good shot of him.
- Oh yeah.
Oh, you think you
got the real one?
Do you really think I'd
bring him out this way?
- If I can be of any
help just let me know.
(phone ringing)
(speaking foreign language)
(phone ringing)
Oh, General Anderson.
Oh, it's you Charlie.
Yes, they have
given me the order
to break up the Foxbat.
Well hopefully later today.
I am waiting for it in writing.
Tell me the truth, Charlie.
Isn't that the way you
were made a general?
(laughing)
- [Reporter] The
Soviet Union today
(suspenseful music)
expressing great displeasure
with the Japanese government
over the handling of the
Russian MG 25 fighter plane,
the Foxbat.
After they recalled their
ambassador to Moscow.
(beeping)
(beeps)
- Thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late sir,
my name is John Williams.
- Don't tell me, it won't
be your real name anyway.
- As a matter of fact it's not.
- Mine's Anderson and it
really is, and this is Roberts.
- Hi.
- Hey Charlie!
- How are you?
- This is what we've
been waiting for, eh?
Just wait til you see
these home movies.
Boy, they're really something.
- [Charlie] Good, fine.
- He's a hell of a pilot.
(laughing)
- Good morning, gentlemen.
We thank you for getting
up so early to be with us
but we think you will
find it worth your while.
Yesterday as you know, a
pair of Russian aircraft
traveling just above water level
managed to get under
our early warning system
and land on the
Japanese mainland.
It is a Russian-built aircraft.
A MG 25.
Gentlemen, I give
you the Foxbat.
(dramatic music)
It is a most remarkable
piece of engineering.
We shall now look
at the components
and we shall see how the
Russians put it together.
And what makes it one of
the most effective planes
in the air today.
- Professor Nagata,
the USA of course
tested similar materials
and found that the friction
at such high speeds
created so much heat
that the materials buckled.
How did the Soviets
get around this?
- Were these materials
tested at ground level?
- [Charlie] Well naturally.
- There's your answer then.
Foxbat is only geared to go
beyond mach 3 over 60,000 feet.
Now let's take a look at
the engine, gentlemen.
It is a Tormansky
R266 turbo jet.
With a thrust of 24,250 pounds.
(voices overlapping)
The answer is simple, no rivets.
All the seams are
electronically welded.
Lights.
That's all, gentlemen, thank
you for your kind attention.
- [Reporter] Today the
Japanese air defense ministry
announced that it is
conferring with the American
National Aeronautics
and Space Administration
and the NATO nations
(suspenseful music)
about designing a new and
more effective radar...
(peaceful music)
(birds flapping)
- The students
need more practice.
- It is the reason behind
the bow and not the target
that is important.
- Sometimes the
target is reality.
- Reality can
sometimes be illusion.
Hong Kong.
- My contact?
- Lamont.
Saxon.
Reality
or illusion?
(bow twangs)
(birds flapping)
(shouts and cheers echoing)
(applauding)
(shouting)
(cheering)
(applauding)
- Alright!
Is that alright?
You like that, huh?
Alright, how about
under my arm now?
Oh alright, that's
what I wanted.
Well, hey listen.
Will you say that again please?
(mellow music)
(cracking)
Hey, take it easy.
Easy.
(smashing)
(punching)
(shouting)
(speaking foreign language)
(shouting)
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Wasn't that the
brilliant physicist Slakov?
- Yes, the property is
concerned about his attitude
so he's presently undergoing
some psychiatric therapy.
By the way, have
you met our Dr. Vod?
- No, but I've
heard much of him.
Russian father, Mongol mother.
- Yes, he's a strange
man but useful.
(machines beeping)
(cat growling)
- As you see, the
effects of his dose
wear off rather quickly.
But with a larger
amount, gentlemen,
the human mind can be
totally controlled.
And you wish me to
leave my laboratory?
Hmm.
Bureaucrats.
- What of the animal?
- He has been through
the brain barrier.
His mind is
hopelessly destroyed.
He will be disposed of.
Control, gentlemen.
Mind control.
Shall we?
- [Man] With the
necessary documents
and an American passport
you should have no
problem blending in
with the inhabitants
of Hong Kong.
(screaming)
(sinister music)
(bird screeching)
(whooshing)
(speaking foreign language)
(singing in foreign language)
- Hey!
What are you, some
kind of a nut?
(speaking foreign language)
(laughing)
- Now I know I'm
back in Hong Kong.
(whispering)
- Good afternoon.
Girls.
(giggling)
The secret of Chinese cooking
(cracks knuckles)
is...
(gasps)
Preparation.
Ingredients.
Seasoning.
And Sampling.
- Lucas, the thousand TV sets
I ordered for the factory.
Yes, I know, you're
three weeks late.
A promise is a promise.
Attend to them, eh?
Thank you.
(speaking foreign language)
This is not what I
had in mind at all.
- There's a gentleman
to see you, sir.
- Well get somebody to help you,
you won't be able
to finish it alone.
(beeping)
- Mr. Lamont?
- Yes.
And you must be Mr. Saxon.
I trust your recent
Japanese acquisition has
proven satisfactory?
- It has and you
damn well know it.
- I believe we've spoken
of 15% commission.
For my making the arrangements.
- We talked about 10%
and if the selling price
were to exceed 50 million,
then it would go up to 15%.
- No harm in trying.
- For the next few months,
you will learn the secrets of
excellent Cantonese cooking.
When I'm through with you
(gasping)
you can all open your
own Cantonese restaurants
in the United States.
In New York, Boston,
and all points west.
(gasping)
Thank you.
- Amazing!
- It really is amazing.
- I'm afraid we've no
more time today girls.
For the next lesson
we are going to learn
some wondrous things to
be done with the simple
chicken egg.
(clapping)
(murmuring)
Mrs. Lamont, isn't it?
- Yes, I'm Madame
Lamont from Indochine.
- Oh, Madame Lamont.
- Merci.
- I can't help noticing
you seem to learn
everything so quickly.
I also think that you will be
the loveliest lady
in your husband's
fashion show next week.
- How did you know about that?
- Well your husband
is so famous.
Everybody knows.
Especially of the
beautiful Madame Lamont.
(speaking foreign language)
Au revoir.
- [Woman] Mr. Dahlbeck, your
call to Langley Washington
is on the line.
- Sir, what's Mike Saxon
doing here in Hong Kong?
Special branch tipped me off.
If you ask me sir I
think the heavyweights
are moving in here.
- Well the company
will be sending you
reinforcements by tomorrow.
So hang in there,
you're doing a good job.
But don't let Saxon
out of your sight for
one minute of the day.
- Right sir.
Goodbye sir.
- Crays, are you
sure that you're
the right man for this job?
You and Saxon go back
a long way together.
You were in Katanga and Chile.
- What about Angola
and the Bay of Pigs?
- [Man] Well this is
no place for friends.
We may have to act
with extreme prejudice.
In which case...
- In which case?
He has to go.
- We don't know yet.
But let one man start
on making his own career
and where can it lead?
You never know, another
goddamn senate committee.
Christ knows I'm not paranoid.
I'm just trying to
run a secret service.
- I suppose it's all in here.
- Dahlbeck, your man
in Hong Kong, any good?
- Well he's no heavyweight,
but he is expendable.
- Hmm.
We all are, kiddo.
We're all expendable.
(dramatic music)
- Read your instructions
carefully, gentlemen.
They will not be repeated.
Time to have a toast, gentlemen.
With some good Russian vodka.
(speaking foreign language)
For one among us this
is more than a toast.
One who lacks the
proper dedication,
who talks to
Americans and English.
For him, this is
a farewell drink.
His identity will be apparent
in no more than 60 seconds.
There will be a momentary
discomfort, nothing more.
- What if there's a mistake?
- I make no mistakes.
Remember, gentlemen.
Control the simple
emotion of fear
and you control the world.
To Foxbat and success.
(funky music)
- Mr. Lamont, as one
of Hong Kong's leading
textile manufacturers
how do you feel
about people from
all over the world
coming to attend this show?
- I do this once a year
to meet my friends.
I hope they will enjoy the
afternoon's showing, thank you.
- [Reporter] Thank you.
- Mrs. Lamont.
- Hello.
- How are you, congratulations.
- I know Mr. Cheung,
so glad you could come.
This is my husband.
- Hello.
- There's Miss Hill.
Isn't that superb?
Look Mr. Cheung.
- Superb.
- Oh hi.
- How are you?
- [Mrs. Lamont] I wondered
what happened to you my dear.
- I got caught in traffic.
- Oh.
This is my husband.
Miss Hill.
- Enchante, madame.
- A pleasure.
- This is a personal friend
of mine, Monsieur Cheung.
Miss Hieu is from New
York, she's a designer.
- Forgive me.
(light music)
- Hi handsome.
You like Chinese girl?
(laughs)
- I did until now.
(shouting)
(hitting and kicking)
- [Cop] Back here!
- It's okay, just
a couple of fags.
Hi pal.
Hey, I don't know who you are,
I don't know who you work for,
but whoever they are, hey,
they can do better than that.
(chuckles)
Have a nice shave.
(funky music)
- Why don't you take a picture
and I'll autograph it for you?
- Looks like the
whole gang is here.
Altman, Musad, all the buyers.
Here, I'm gonna go find
out what's going on
in the fashion world.
(applauding)
- Lovely.
(funky music)
- Mr. Cheung, your
mouth is open.
Why are you staring?
Haven't you seen brothers and
sisters in Hong Kong before?
- Brothers and sisters?
- Black people.
We don't come from
Mars, you know.
- Oh, please forgive me.
It is just that
you're so lovely.
- Come on, let's go.
- You know what to do.
- You know Dahlbeck,
it's strange
how one little airplane
could cause all this trouble.
There's Saxon!
Saxon, what the hell are
you doing here in Hong Kong?
- I'm here to see a
beautiful fashion show!
You know how much I love
the beautiful ladies.
- Over here.
You're supposed to
be somewhere else.
Now you show up in Hong Kong?
Man you're talking to people
you shouldn't even know!
- What big ears you've got.
- Hey, don't get
smart with me, fella.
- Then you call off
your bloodhounds.
I don't like being
tailed by my own people.
- Your own people?
Man the word going 'round
out there in the street
is that you've gone into
business for yourself.
- Free enterprise, the
American way of life.
Like apple pie?
Or didn't you learn
that in school?
- School.
Man.
You really think you
can get away with that?
- Sure, and you know what?
You can tell the
old folks at Langley
that I've got enough stuff
stashed away to burn them!
(chuckles)
Relax, sweetheart.
You're just a
little out of shape.
Have a nice day.
(low murmuring)
- This is one of our latest
range, multicolored separates.
Aimed at the 18 to 20s market.
- May I help you sir?
- Later.
- Just in time for
the coming season.
Thank you.
Saxon, you finally arrived.
- You son of a bitch,
you really tried to
have me blown away.
- Why should I have
you disposed of
before you delivered
the merchandise?
- Look, just don't
play games with me.
Get it done, will you?
- May I have a Coca-Cola please?
Ah, thank you.
Hey!
Slow down.
You're exceeding
the speed limit.
- Yes I was.
- Are you a buyer or a designer?
- I'm a supplier.
- What do you supply?
- Dinner for you and me
tonight, eight o'clock.
- I'm sorry, I'm really pushed
for time here in Hong Kong.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
I hope that we see
each other again.
- You know for my
party I pay $500.
- Five?
- I hate to leave but
I really must go now.
- Five, yes.
- 600?
(laughs)
Will 800 do?
- Thank you, thank you.
- Now you must make a special
dessert for this occasion.
(mysterious music)
(beeping)
(sighs)
- Oh boy.
- So what's next with Mr. Saxon?
- Only Mr. Saxon knows.
Headquarters at Langley say
that there are no limits.
That means if it comes to it,
acting with extreme prejudice.
- A bottle of water
in 1628 please.
In other words, you
have the authority to--
- If he rolls
over, he goes down.
And knowing the
love between the CIA
and the Washington Post they
would really appreciate that.
- Well.
- By the way, did you
check for bugs next door?
- We're clear in 1628.
1630 is your room.
- Give me 1630, will you?
- Yes sir.
- Now don't get any wrong ideas.
Saxon's been on the
brink for months.
Maybe even years.
But nobody at Langley
has the time of day.
He's tired, he's seen too
much, been through too much.
And that includes the glass eye.
But you know, keep trying.
You're on the way up, Dahlbeck.
(beeping)
(knocks)
- Room service, sir.
- One moment.
Come on in.
I was beginning to think
there was a water shortage.
Something for you.
What the--
(gun fires)
(beeping)
- Damnit!
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(speaking foreign language)
- Hello.
- Hello, how are you?
- How are you?
Your first trip to Hong Kong?
- Yeah.
Nick yourself shaving?
- Yeah, you might say that.
Just a bit, yeah.
(laughing nervously)
(elevator dings)
Have a nice day.
- You too.
Harry!
- I don't know
where people shave
themselves these days.
- We can't find Crays.
- You let the more
dangerous one get away.
Be sure he does
nothing to harm Saxon.
At least not until
after tomorrow night.
(honks)
(dogs barking)
- Welcome, welcome.
You must be--
- Chan's my name.
- Of course.
- Pleasure to meet you.
(speaking foreign language)
Your man can join us?
- He stays with the car.
- As you wish.
You're just in
time for cocktails.
I understand you've just
flown in from the States.
A business trip?
- Yes.
By the way that was quite
a fashion show you put on.
- Your briefcase, if you please.
Just a precaution.
- Of course.
(chuckles)
Of course.
(speaking foreign language)
- [Mr. Lamont] And are
you a native of Hong Kong,
Monsieur Chan?
- No sir, San Francisco.
- Oh.
- But I'm a great traveler.
- Mm.
- Do you know Saigon?
That is my home.
- Is that right?
- Right.
- A fascinating city
before the difficulties.
(laughing)
(buzzing)
(speaking foreign language)
- Who is it?
- Ugly man.
- Oh, he's arrived.
Let him in.
Oh Mr. Cheung, I'm
glad you could come.
I thought you were
not going to make it,
all the guests are
ready, hurry up.
- Oh I'm sorry.
- Now everything is
laid out for you.
- Oh Mrs. Lamont, you are
(speaking foreign language).
(speaking foreign language)
- Oh I am sorry it means
very, very beautiful.
- Oh you're naughty, Mr. Cheung.
Have you got your
secret recipes?
- Oh yes, of course.
- Good, good.
(dogs barking)
- Yes please.
- Hold those dogs,
I'm not lunch.
- Ah, the guest of
honor has arrived.
Come in dear fellow,
everyone's waiting to meet you.
- He's arrived.
- We're on our way.
- Thank you Mr. Saxon.
- Let me introduce
you to everyone.
May I present our very
special guess, Mr. Saxon.
Sir Harry Allen.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Mr. Altman.
- Hello.
- Mr. Saxon, Mr. Musad.
Monsieur Decoutel.
- How do you do?
- Of course you know
my wife and Miss Hill.
- Nice to see you
again, Mr. Saxon.
- Nice to see you.
- [Mrs. Lamont] Oh, Miss Hill?
- I don't believe we've
met, Michael Saxon.
I'm from New York.
- Henry Chan, San Francisco.
- San Francisco.
- Right.
- That's great, that's
my favorite city.
- Is that so?
- Yes, and by the way,
how are the Dodgers doing?
(laughs)
- You must have been out
in the Far East too long,
Mr. Saxon.
The Dodgers are the
hated enemies of ours.
From Los Angeles.
The Giants, however,
they are doing very well.
- Are you in the
clothing business too?
- No.
I have a lot of
irons in the fire.
Right now you might say
that I'm in salvage.
- Oh, I promise you
the best seafood
between Hong Kong
and San Francisco.
- The only thing between
Hong Kong and San Francisco
is the ocean.
(laughs)
(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
- You know I really have to
watch my calories out here.
A few more meals like this
and I won't be able to
fit in my own designs.
- You'd fit fine in mine.
- [Mrs. Lamont] Oh, did
you hear about Foxbat?
(silverware clatters)
- Foxbat?
Sounds like a
vampire movie to me.
- This plane is unlike anything
the Western powers have seen.
It's fast, it's
highly maneuverable,
and it's quite extraordinary.
- The Russians aren't
too happy about it.
They want their plane back.
- That's hardly unreasonable.
- But what does Foxbat mean?
- It's the name of the airplane.
It's been in all the newspapers.
- Mr. Cheung, we're
almost ready for you.
- Good, I am almost ready too.
And Miss Hill, she is ready too?
- Yes, Miss Hill is ready too!
- Good.
- Come along.
- Okay.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the piece de resistance,
may I present Mr.
Cheung, the master chef
and my personal teacher.
- Good evening, Miss Hill.
(laughs)
- Good evening, Mr. Cheung.
- You made another conquest.
- I hope you will all find
this dessert quite memorable.
It is an ancient
Cantonese delight
called the dream
of a peony garden.
It is a secret recipe from an
emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
Made from sweet almonds.
- Ladies, shall we
leave the gentlemen
to their tiresome business talk?
- A splendid idea, my dear.
- Mr. Cheung, why
don't you join us girls
and show us some recipes?
- Oh yes, it's a
pleasure madame.
- So far everything checks out.
- Fox one here.
Outside Lamont's house,
everything quiet so far, out.
- Okay Keith, let's go home.
(clock chiming)
- Well gentlemen, as
you may have heard
a recent special delivery
has been made to Japan.
And I find myself in
the fortunate position
to act as broker
for the merchandise.
I'm afraid it will
not come cheaply.
- In today's market,
gentlemen, diamonds
are much more
valuable than money.
If one were to pay,
say $30 million for
some Japanese merchandise,
how can he be certain
of the quality?
- You received an invitation?
Than you must know that
the goods are genuine.
And you, Sir Harry,
what do you say?
65 million.
- Oil, gentlemen.
The Western world cannot
survive without it.
And this year my
country is producing
over 100 million
barrels every two weeks.
- 800, 800 million Chinese.
Men women and children.
(laughing)
Worldwide enjoyed my dessert.
It is kneaded so softly
making it so digestible.
Unlike most Western food.
Oh.
For example.
(gagging)
(mysterious music)
- Listen, don't you know better
than to take somebody
else's medicine?
- Medicine?
It's only candy.
- Oh no no no no.
You could end up
with convulsions.
- What?
Convulsions?
- Yes, convulsions.
No no, really, I
don't want you to die.
I wanna save your life!
- Perhaps I could
drive you to hospital.
- No, I'm taking him
to my own doctor.
- Hospital?
Oh no no no no--
- Just a minute, Saxon.
- Please leave
me, I don't want--
- Mr. Cheung and I had
a date this evening.
- A date?
- No.
- I'm coming with you.
- No you're not.
- Mr. Cheung?
- Please!
- Cheung and I,
we're going alone.
- Mr. Cheung?
- Oh wait for me Toni!
- Mr. Cheung?
(dogs barking)
- Toni, Toni!
- Mr. Saxon.
- Let's go, let's go!
- No, Mr. Saxon come first.
- I was the highest bid, I
insist you honor my offer.
Now stop that man.
- Get in.
- Hey, hey come back!
(dogs barking)
- [Mr. Lamont] Hold those dogs,
don't let them get loose!
- Right.
(honks)
(laughing)
- Oh my god.
- Get away!
Get him off!
- Get away from him!
- You haven't heard
the last of this.
- My dear Musad, I
have a vested interest
in you as the highest bidder.
We'll have a brandy together
and see to your injuries.
My dear.
Are you leaving too?
- I'm afraid so.
- So wonderful having you.
Au revoir, my dear.
- Goodbye.
(exciting music)
- Where are you taking me?
- To get that thing
out of your stomach!
- No!
It's already dissolving!
We need an antidote.
(laughing)
- There isn't any!
- I'm going to die,
I'm going to die!
- You know what?
If you're lucky, you might.
(speaking foreign language)
- Would you mind repeating that?
(speaking foreign language)
means you foreign devil!
What are you going to do to me?
- Look, I'm gonna stick my
fingers down your throat,
pull the lozenge out.
Now relax, it'll be just like
taking candy from a baby.
- I don't believe you!
- You dummy!
Come back!
(honking)
(speaking foreign language)
(shouting)
(hits)
(cries out)
- Cheung, get in, quick!
How did you get yourself
into this mess, Cheung?
I mean these aren't
your kind of people.
- That is the story of my life.
Meeting the wrong people.
I have debts.
I thought that Mrs.
Lamont would introduce me.
I would have more jobs.
That guy, he wanted to
make me throw up the candy!
- We're gonna get you
to a nice, safe place.
- In Hong Kong?
Stop here!
- What for?
- Don't embarrass
me, just wait please.
- Now?
- Come on, come on, quiet,
quiet, quiet, listen!
You've got something, you idiot!
That's nice, I like
that, look at that face.
That's a lot better.
- He's inside.
- Get him here.
Dead or alive.
(gun firing)
- He got away
through the window.
- He's still on the
move, keep alert.
Back of a cement truck,
heading your way.
- Okay, don't worry.
We'll get him now.
- Wait, come on.
No, this way.
Look, how can I
make you understand?
You're in a lot of trouble!
Now get in there!
- Toni!
- [Michael] Oh shit.
- What's going on, Saxon?
Cheung is scared to death!
- Look Toni, get your
ass out of my car.
This is not a game.
- We've got company.
- Split up, now!
(suspenseful music)
(singing)
- [Chan] Good
evening, Mr. Cheung.
(dramatic music)
(shouting)
(cries out)
(crashing)
(speaking foreign language)
(crashing)
(shouting)
(singing in foreign language)
- Hi.
(shouting)
- Look.
Please.
Get in the car.
(siren wailing)
(speaking foreign language)
- [Toni] Feeling better now?
- I guess so, yeah.
What about the bank?
They still want me.
- We're watching out for you.
You're really safe.
- Please, take that
thing out of my stomach.
- It's just too late for
the stomach pump now.
- Oh.
- There's only one other way.
- Please, no.
- We've got one of the very
best surgeons in Hong Kong.
All the conditions
are controlled.
Look at it from
this point of view.
What if one of your friends
in the car gets you first?
- Will it hurt?
- You won't feel a thing.
- [Michael] In a few days
you'll be back making noodles
for the ladies.
- [Cheung] Toni, you will stay
and watch over me tonight?
- Of course, you're my date.
(beeping)
- Show me the x-rays, please.
Nothing there.
Remove him.
- Can someone please tell
me what's going on here?
- About what?
- You tell me.
- Look, I want you
to stay out of this.
Just keep out of it, go home.
This is not for little girls,
and it's not for tough
little girls either.
- You are so full of shit.
- You want me to
tell you something?
You're right.
- Oh nurse, is there any change
in Mr. Cheung's condition?
- They haven't begun
yet, but don't worry.
Dr. Schmidt is one of
our finest surgeons.
- Dr. Schmidt?
But I thought he was
Oriental, a Dr. Wong.
- There must be some mistake.
Our only Dr. Wong
is a gynecologist.
(gun firing)
- Come on.
(screaming)
(guns firing)
- Shit!
- Shh!
(whispers)
- Okay, okay, okay.
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
- Thanks for the help.
- Freeze.
Drop your gun.
Drop it.
- Yours too.
Cheung, get out of here.
Go on, get out!
(kicks)
(gun fires)
(cries out)
(shouting)
(speaking foreign language)
(gun fires)
(screaming)
- Don't come back without him.
Let's get the other two.
(dramatic music)
(speaking foreign language)
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
- [Michael] Get the
hell off the road!
(speaking foreign language)
(crashing)
(clocks cuckooing)
(suspenseful music)
(speaking foreign language)
(screaming)
- Who is it?
- Good evening, Mr. Cheung.
How do you feel?
- Terrible.
- The after-effects
of chloroform.
It'll pass.
- Where am I?
- It is not important.
But where are you going?
That is the question.
- What do you people want?
- Oh, you must be
uncomfortable, my friend.
Untie him.
You are a master chef I
am told and a teacher?
Very good.
To teach, to instruct.
Now.
We would like you to impart
some of your valuable knowledge
to us.
- Sour?
Or Sweet?
- Foxbat.
- Foxbat?
I've never heard of this.
Is it Japanese duck?
Or Chinese chicken?
- My friend.
You are being tiresome.
I think you'd better
help our friend.
- No, no needles.
- Forgive me.
I was being careless.
It would never do to have you
die from infection, would it?
- No, please.
- You see, Mr. Cheung?
No pain.
Not yet, anyway.
- What is that?
What are you trying to do to me?
(gun fires)
- It's frightening
what a little bullet can do.
Take it.
Take it.
You disappoint me, Mr. Cheung.
Already through
the fear barrier?
(screaming)
You see, you are
not the only one
experiencing an
interesting evening.
Would you like to help
your lovely Miss Hill?
(mysterious music)
Interesting, isn't it?
Much better than with the
animals in the laboratory.
- [Cheung] But what is
it you want from me?
- These are only
small in local doses.
The effects are gone quickly.
But right now your
nerves have been exposed
like open cavities
in your teeth.
(screaming)
Bring her.
(shouting)
- Oh, Cheung.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Toni.
- The lozenge, where is it?
Well?
As you wish, Mr. Cheung.
I thought you loved this
young lady so much and yet...
(screaming)
- Chung, please
tell them, please!
- I don't know!
- Please!
(sobbing)
- Perhaps there has been
a misunderstanding here.
I know Miss Hill that you
are trying to protect him.
What I do not know is why.
Please, save yourself
from more discomfort
and just tell me where
is the little lozenge.
- It is no more.
Leave her alone.
Do what you like to me.
- We shall, my friend.
We shall.
Keep trying, gentlemen.
(screaming)
(shatters)
(fires)
(shouts)
(dramatic music)
- Come on!
Move it, move it!
(guns firing)
(speaking foreign language)
- We're gonna have to
find our way out of this.
Are you ready for it?
- Are you kidding?
I grew up on 125th and Lennox.
- Look if you're so bad,
the name of the game
the boat's over there.
(speaking foreign language)
- I can't swim.
(speaking foreign language)
- Hey, take this.
Both of you make for the
boat and I'll try to stall.
Well don't stand
there, shoot him!
Shoot him!
Damnit, give me the
gun, go on, now!
- Go on, get going!
(shouting)
- Sweet and sour?
(suspenseful music)
(shouting)
- Are you alright?
- I'm okay.
- He's dead.
Get into the boat.
Get around behind
him, go around!
(rattling)
(dramatic music)
Get on the boat, Cheung.
Go on.
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(gun fires)
(exploding)
- Saxon?
Come out of there
Saxon, let's talk.
The Foxbat is a mouse trap.
Can't you see?
I am one of the best.
And so are you.
Once.
- Your diamonds are
just slowing you down.
- Hmm.
- Are you trying to buy
me with phony diamonds?
- Where do you think you
fit after this is through?
In a box?
With Crays leading
the pallbearers?
- I wonder what the
KGB does to guys
who don't complete
their missions.
You're through.
Finished.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(seagulls cawing)
(suspenseful music)
Hi Toni.
- Saxon.
- I was worried about you.
I'm glad you made it.
Our friend Cheung does not
have your Foxbat plans.
Let it go.
Forget it.
- Saxon, they've been
beating on me for 24 hours.
I don't wanna have
to scuffle with you.
- The only kind of
scuffling we should do
is between cool satin sheets.
Now leave that little guy alone.
- I can't.
You work for the company,
you know the rules.
- Then you're gonna
have to walk over me.
- Saxon, I know you.
And I know what you tried
to pull, but it didn't work.
You're out in the cold
now, a washed-up case.
So get outta my way, Saxon.
Or you're gonna get hurt.
(shouting)
- You stupid bitch,
we're on the same side!
(shouting)
(hitting and kicking)
- Come on, come on, come on!
(shouting)
(hits)
(groans)
(winces)
That feels better.
Well it's been
quite a date, huh?
- Uh huh.
- Cheung, now that it's
all over you can tell me.
Where is the candy?
- It is still in me, I suppose.
- We know they didn't
operate, so where is it?
- I swallowed it that night.
That's all I can remember.
- I don't wanna
have to shoot you.
- I don't understand.
- All you have to
understand is that I want
what's in that little
piece of candy.
- Look, won't anyone believe me?
I haven't got it!
I haven't.
- Cheung.
(shouts)
- I'm bleeding!
Toni?
- Please?
(gun fires)
- Not my cake, not
my masterpiece!
She can't be serious.
- The candy!
(speaking foreign language)
No.
- The next one'll be
through the heart.
- No!
(screaming)
Toni!
Toni!
Your strong hand!
- Please, help me, help me!
- I want to but I can't
hold you, my arm--
- It's slipping, it's slipping!
(screaming)
- Toni.
Remember now.
The candy.
It was that night.
I threw up.
- Leave it, Saxon.
We can't afford death.
Look, there's
nothing you can do.
Besides, the company can't stand
any noise so let's move it.
- Fuck you!
And fuck the company!
You still think
you're in Vietnam?
What the hell do you
want, a body count?
First this girl, then
you lose Dahlbeck.
And maybe the
little guy up there.
How many bodies do you want?
Well god damnit, how
many bodies you want?
(sirens wailing)
(speaking foreign language)
- You're going home, Saxon.
- You're gonna have
to go back to Langley
with some heavy bullshit
story about Hong Kong.
(siren wailing)
- Don't think for one
minute you hurt the company.
Nobody hurts the company.
We knew you'd turn.
And when you did we got
every name worth knowing
in Southeast Asia.
Hill, Lamont, and
Musad, all of them.
Who do you think
took care of Vod?
- You arrogant son of a bitch.
You love to play god.
You tried to use me
but I wouldn't play.
You used the girl.
You used each other.
Who's next, Crays?
The great American
way, teamwork.
Go ahead, use it.
Shoot me in the back.
Because I'm going
straight down this alley.
And then you'll get that
prize you always wanted.
The big office.
The thick carpet, the
beautiful secretary,
and the gorgeous,
big, black car.
Try it!
What do you got to lose?
I don't work for
the company anymore.
Oh by the way, don't relax.
The company never sleeps.
(mysterious music)
- [Man] Yes sir,
Foxbat was shipped back
to Russia this morning.
(gun fires)
Just a few casualties, sir.
Dahlbeck, the girl
Hill, and Crays.
Lightweight material.
There's only one problem.
Yes sir.
Extreme prejudice.
(gun fires)
(mysterious music)