Death Train

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Plutonium...

The key ingredient to nuclear bombs.

This plutonium was stolen,

gram by deadly gram,

from a German nuclear power plant.

My organization...

The United Nations Anti-Crime

Organization...

Responds to nuclear terrorism.

So when Karl Leitzig, a German

physicist,

used this stolen plutonium

to construct two nuclear bombs,

his creations became

UNACO's nightmare.

Dr. Leitzig's "gadgets,"

as we call them,

utilized components smuggled out

of the former Soviet Union...

Highly restricted components

supplied by a renegade Russian

general

and assembled under his supervision

with the utmost German

craftsmanship.

You see, the Russian general

needed two bombs

to change the course of world events.

And Dr. Leitzig needed a job.

It was the ideal partnership, until...

Benin... your Soviet garbage.

I am irradiated!

Your neutron gun...

I was testing it and it ruptured!

And the bomb?

What about it?

They're gonna pull a lot of overtime.

Well?

I can't release your car

without agricultural inspection.

Yo!

Radio for clearance... now.

Okay, let's go!

Control...

Track 18, engine 4402,

ready for departure.

Out, out!

Get out!

Get out. Out! Come on!

Come on, sit down! Move it, sit!

Now, move!

Stop there!

Shut up!

Nein! Nein!

Shut up or you're all dead! Shut it!

Be careful.

Whoo!

There's only one kind

of bunny rabbit I slow down for.

Uh-huh.

Would've gone for roadkill,

but rabbit's not in season.

You're buying.

Okay, yes. Thank you.

Hey.- Hey.

Anything shakin'?- No, nothing for

us.

Mmm.- Did you hear about Philpott?

No.

Baa! Broke his wrist at lunch.

Oh no!-Yep.

You did it?

No! Boxing at the Harlem Athletic Club.

There's something for your evening.

4402, track 18...

Slow to upcoming siderail

to allow northbound passing.

Listen, this is 4402.

We don't slow for anyone.

I've got a dozen of your people

and I want the tracks

cleared to Stuttgart, got it?

Who is this?-Your worst nightmare.

Northbound 1507...

Emergency... slow for spur.

Slow for spur! I am

switching you in 500 meters.

We don't flinch.

Sh*t, Alex.

Alex!

That was close.

They've just found

two bodies in Bremen railyard.

4402, what do you want?

I want your complete attention,

your undying cooperation

and your first-born.

And I want a clear route to Stuttgart,

or I start killing hostages.

Do you understand me?

The route's yours.

Thank you.

Sabrina, hey, check this out.

Bremen again.

Two in a row in a sleepy town.

Find out the train's cargo.

Yes.

Will you please inform

your commander-in-chief

that UNACO's

broad range of power

has been sanctioned by

the United Nations General Assembly

and the Security Council? And...

No, just the freedom

to run my own operations.

Look, could I get back to you, please?

Thank you so much. Goodbye.

Diplomats.

Wouldn't that imply diplomacy?

Ours is a strange language, Sahib.

You better see what's going on.

I trust this is not another attempt

to get yourself out in the field, Ms.

Carver?

Actually, I was just on my way out.

After that phone call,

some of us may be joining you.

The Germans have a hijacked train

moving from Bremen to Stuttgart.

And possibly unrelated,

a plutonium theft nearby.

12 hostages,

two dead male employees.

There's been radio communication

with the hijackers.

Let's request a tape recorder,

Ms. Sanchez. Run a voiceprint.

How much plutonium?

Don't know.

Let's pray

it's not a trigger quantity.

Right now, these are

strictly German problems.

You know how they are.

What if the train crosses

a border? Will we take over?

Wishful thinking, Ms. Carver.

I can switch him anywhere you want,

but he might not want to go.

He's on our train,

he will go where I send him.

Give me a spur line.

There's a long one

coming up out of Rohrsen.

Send him there.

Franz, what was that?

I think we left the main line.

Yeah, we damn well have.

I know where we're going.

You stop this thing.

They know. They're stopping.

No matter,

my men are there.

You... you should have had

a coronary by now, anyhow.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

You want to do it?

Nein! Nein!

Nein! Nein!

Open the door!

A hostage has been executed.

Do you like that?

Clear me to Stuttgart.

You jerk me again, and two die.

Now this screen's directly

linked to the Bremen police.

How's the voiceprint coming?

Mmm, no criminal record on this

clown...

so far.

Isn't that a Midwestern accent?

Hmm.

Where's he going?

Nobody seems to know

how much plutonium's been taken.

What's that?

Damn.

That's a direct link

to Bremen's incoming data.

Where did that originate?

New York here.

Leitzig. He's the department head

who smuggled out the plutonium.

But that's highly classified.

They don't knowi ts source,

but they sure want

to know if it's for real.

Ms. Sanchez, prepare a review

of all available field agents.

Sounds good!

Sounds real good.

Do you hear the phone?

It's your ears ringing.

Why don't I get the phone?

Hello?

Michael? It's Malcolm Philpott.

Huh?! Ho-hold on!

That's better. Who's this?

It's Malcolm Philpott.

Phil, man! How are you?

I can't complain.

Michael, is that the sound

of bluegrass I hear

in your voice, instead of Eton?

Ahh, locals still call me "the Brit."

Of course, not to my face.

Of course. Well, Michael,

it's been a while.

Uh-huh.

You're not going to remind me of...

Laos? Do I need to?

Phil, Phil, Phil, please, listen.

I've been working on this bike

for over a year now for Daytona.

Qualifying's tomorrow.

Would I call in a favor

unless I needed it?

What's that? I can't hear you!

I can't hear what you're saying!

Say that again?

Then turn her off!

Look, Phil, why don't I get back

to you in a couple of days, okay?

Michael, Europe will be gone!

Oh, really?

Yes!

There'll be a private jet waiting

at the Lexington Airport.

Where are we headed?

First New York and then Munich.

Bring work clothes.

And Michael, after this,

we'll be even on Laos.

Was that your ex-wife?

Worse.

Okay, it's confirmed.

No other law enforcement

or news agency

received that mysterious

bomb message on their computers.

No point in frightening half of

Europe before they finish breakfast.

Keep searching, Ms. Sanchez.

That there, yes.

He's new... Rodenko.

Another Russian?

Politics we leave at home.

The major happens to be a former

railway engineer... our only one.

So, Rodenko:
Whitlock, physicist:

Kolchinsky, combat chopper pilot:

and Graham.

Who's Graham?

He's a former business associate

from my SAS days.

That will fill the bill.

However, I do foresee the need

for an information analyst,

expert marksman, linguist.

Sir?

Get packed.

Yes!

Oh, man!

I see you made it.

I just sat back and sipped mint juleps.

Hey, how are you, buddy?!

Good to see you again!

Good.

What did you do,

fall out of your easy chair?

The noble art.

Let me guess...

You should see the other guy!

Oh, yeah!

Oh my, what have we got here?

Your secretary?- No.

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