Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins
He's ahead of the field, blazing in.
Lakers by seven!
This is Marv Albert from the Forum in LA.
And the Knicks in big trouble
as they move to the front court.
Going from right to left
Cummings takes the one-bounce.
A flip for King. It's batted away!
Magic Johnson on the steal!
He's down the left side and goes baseline!
He's trapped! Throws back out.
To Worthy. A head-fake,
now the jumper. It is good!
Only 10 seconds left.
The Lakers are burying the Knicks!
The Knicks have come back from the dead
before, but not tonight!
2L-16, Tack 2.
Come in, 2L-16.
Respond, 2L-16.
Sergeant Leary says to remind you,
you owe him $50 on tonight's game.
And that he'd be happy to take
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.
Freeze!
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.
the ultimate sacrifice.
He did so willingly...
and no man can hope to do more.
His body may be returned to the earth...
but his spirit will live forever.
We, your fellow officers...
salute you, Sam.
Your duty done...
may you rest in peace.
Ready...
aim, fire!
I was shaving you.
Where am I?
Now don't worry.
Everything's going to be just fine.
That's not me!
What the hell have you done to me?
We did some work on you.
Just your face. Thank you, Nurse.
You'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.
and his police cruiser into the East River.
The operative word is "corpse."
You've got a new face, new fingerprints,
even a new name.
Williams...
Remo Williams.
A lot of thought went into it.
We needed someone,
and you were the best we could find.
Decorated cop, ex-Marine,
no family, no commitments.
If I'm the best you can find,
you're in pretty deep sh*t, 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...
Remo.
Jeez!
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...
Remo.
Don't get any cute ideas, Remo.
"National Bank"?
- What, are you opening an account for me?
- Let's go.
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 b*tch.
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.
who roam the halls of power with impunity.
Who corrupt and subvert the very principles
our constitution exists to uphold.
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.
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 b*tch.
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.
Remember...
in, out, like a duck mating.
How do you open this?
Speak English?
Does a nightingale sing?
Yeah...
- 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.
Impetuous.
And clumsy.
He moves like a baboon with two club feet.
However...
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