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Comrades, as you know, I began this
instruction course with 130 men.

130.

Now narrow down to just four.

And this assignment for which you have
been trained requires only

two.

Intelligence.

Skill, experience.

There is nothing to choose among the
four of you.

How to choose?

Greet Ivan.

A trial of combat between you.

And you, Perov.

Against Nader.

Oh, you have sparred and practiced
against one another many times, but this

it will be different.

This time it will be the last time,
because it is a fight to the death.

At the end of the bout, two of you will
be dead.

The two survivors will accompany me on
the most difficult and dangerous

When my handkerchief touches the ground,

Comrades.

Hey!

Did you hear that gunshot?

Not a thing.

This is the place, then.

Buy it.

Settle the deal immediately.

We have to move fast.

They will be arriving in just one week.
Yes, sir.

That's them. Carl Sminsky and two aides.
Cultural attachés. Cultural attachés?

They're KGB.

Well, they don't give us much trouble.

Yeah, but they mean trouble some poor
guy at their embassy.

None of our business.

All we have to do is keep an eye on
them.

A vacation seat?

In Toronto?

You're a hunting and fishing man.

If it were really a vacation, you'd be
somewhere up north.

I'm on a working holiday.

Yes, and your two compadres, they're...
Well, they're here to help me enjoy my

holiday. Oh, Steve.

John!

I'm your friend, remember?

You stood on my shoulders when we
shinned over the wall.

As a matter of fact, you stood on mine.

We hear about Carl Sminsky.

What about him?

He's an enigma.

A Red Army colonel, first class.

A KGB agent on special assignment.

Looks like an ex -heavyweight. Moves
like a cat. That's about all we know

him. Except?

Except that he disappeared about two
years ago.

The rumor has it that he was in Siberia
on a special training mission.

And now he's popped up again in Canada.

As a cultural attaché.

I know.

Well, as security chief, it's my job to
know.

Sminsky and two aides entered this
country three days ago.

I've had my men tailing him ever since.

Sminsky and his boys have been good as
gold.

No problems.

Conclusion?

Well, they're here to pull some rotten
apple out of their own barrel.

Heist them back to Moscow.

I wonder.

Good as gold.

Well, in that case, I can relax and
enjoy my holiday.

Don't you mean we can?

The Greek tavern on Dundas Street still
serves a wonderful moussaka.

Rogers, Rogers.

Hey.

You're not carrying off a defector.

Well, not in three valises.

None less.

Oh, yeah, head in one, legs in the
other, torso in the other.

Come on, Rogers. You're fantasizing.
You're becoming a romantic.

Well, we better stay close and check him
out.

Rogers

to

headquarters.

Smitsky and company have taken off in a
light Chevy.

Registration, L -Y -D.

Nine five one heading north.

We're in pursuit. We'll stay in touch

Rogers to headquarters.

We're getting closer.

Better switch on the scrambler. We're
pursuing Smintzy along.

Rogers to headquarters.

Rogers to headquarters.

This is one hell of a time for it to
break down.

Then we should stop and call in?

And lose them? No way.

Ten seconds to go.

That's precision, Preston.

Take note and learn.

Comrade, Colonel.

You were followed.

Don't worry, they will take care of it.

Cool it. They're not carrying.

We're lost, right?

Missed the main turnoff.

Hi there.

Maybe you can help us.

We're trying to find a...

It's

not finished yet.

Still haven't got the heating or air
conditioning set up.

Heating?

Air conditioning?

Does the lion need heating?

hair conditioning, no comforts, nothing
to seduce or weaken the body or its

spirit.

I am going to give you gladiators,
comrade, men so dedicated, so

that death will be the gentlest, most
welcome thing they ever

experience.

John, I asked you here to do just one
thing.

Louse up your vacation.

Carl Sminsky.

Maybe you were right about him.

I don't know.

All I do know is that the two boys I had
tailing him have disappeared.

Hartley and Rogers, two of my best men.

They were tailing him from the embassy.

Heading north in a dark limousine.

You told London. London told me.

I read the riot after their ambassador.

They're sending their diplomatic attache
over to see if he can come up with any

explanations.

John, would you... Stay, sit in, offer
advice, delight it.

Oh, Chuck, you're wrong about one thing.

That massacre at the Greek taverna
didn't as good as it was.

It's better.

I've got men out covering the route
Hartley and Rogers took.

Then they'll probably run into Purdy and
Gamby.

about here that Harley and Rogers made
their last radio call.

Well, as the posters say, it's a big
country.

Yes, needle in a haystack. Negative
thinking, Gambit.

Give me something positive to hold on
to.

Well?

Well, what if Columbus had said that?

But he didn't.

Exactly.

Yes, right.

Haven't come in.

Arnikoff, the diplomatic man.

John, I think you better just sit and
listen.

I know this guy. I mean, really know
him.

I spent the last five years building up
a rapport with him.

Hard to get through to.

I'm sure I know him now better than
anybody.

Pete!

John! Pete!

Oh, nobody told me you were here. Boris!

Oh, what a surprise.

What a pleasure.

Good day, Mr. Peters.

Mr. Tanaka. You must come out to my
apartment.

Sometime soon. I have the caviar as you
like it. Chilled? But not frozen.

And vodka from the Crimea. You know how
they gently smoke it. The grain?

And then allow it second fermentation
before it even ceases to still.

Exactly. Oh, he should have been
Russian.

It is one of the crimes of nature he
wasn't born Russian.

How are you, my old friend?

Hey, you managed to shake off the
attentions of that beautiful Bolshoi

ballerina? It wasn't easy.

Because you are so Russian.

I have never seen an Englishman who is
so Russian.

Even some of our best Russians are not
as Russian as he is.

Oh, do me a favor, my friend.

Defect. Defect, and we will spend our
days together sampling vodka.

Mr. Tarnakov.

Oh, yes.

I have to register an official protest.

Oh, not directed at you, John.
Understand that. No, not at you.

I, Ilyich Tolstoy Tchaikovsky.

My mother had a weakness for popular
music.

Pushkin Tarnokov.

On behalf of... Can we have that as a
red?

wish to formally protest at the
abduction or concealment of Colonel Karl

Schminsky and his two aides. What?

Abduction? Of his two aides, Ivan
Leznotov. Abduction?

Are you crazy?

I am Tarnokov, diplomatic attaché. We do
not have crazy diplomatic attachés. Not

very many. Listen.

We just lost two security men. All I can
say to that is you are very careless.

They were following Sminsky.

Ah, you admit they were under
surveillance.

Have I not trumped today? Are you proud
of me?

I think all our wires are dangerously
crossed.

Now, Chuck has lost two security men.
Right.

And you have lost Colonel Sminsky and
two men.

Two against our three.

I win, don't I? For the moment, I think
we're all losing.

We don't have your Colonel Sminsky.

No. No. And you don't have Hartley and
Rogers?

Definitely. So far as you know, Colonel
Schminsky is KGB.

I am not admitting to that.

Let's suppose he's KGB.

Isn't it possible that he could be up to
something which your embassy knows

nothing about?

Now being negative, Birdie, where to
now?

All of them.

All of them.

One at a time.

Oh, come on, Gambit. What else can we
do?

What else?

Gambit, what's wrong?

I thought I recognized someone.

But now it couldn't be.

You keep in trim, yes?

Every day. Ten hours a day.

Building beautiful muscle.

But what about... He's no good.

I'm sorry, Colonel. We'll send him back.
Back?

His body reeks of vanity.

And no doubt his personality, too.

He'll talk. He'll boast.

No, he can never go back.

He must be killed.

You do it. Me?

No stomach for it?

No, Colonel.

It's just unexpected, that's all.

Now? The West has a say.

No time like the present.

Not very quick, but efficient.

Thank you, sir.

Yes.

Yes, a very useful demonstration.

You notice, perhaps, the angle of the
forearm.

Now, that was perfect.

But the pleasing of the feet.

Too wide apart.

You must gain strength from the ground
you stand on.

Like a rose.

Yes, yes, like a rose. Throw it.

Apply it and... But that is only
strength.

Now, reflexes.

Reflexes are important, too.

Good, very good.

Excellent beginning.

We shall start right away on a
comparatively easy art of fending sharp

You have the knives. Not yet, Colonel.

But I can send Cresta. No need. Nada.

You will go and buy what we need.

You. You go with him.

Get to know each other. I see you two as
a team.

And now, reflexes.

Not a moment. You are flabby, unalert.

I intend to mold you.

Own you like a sharp knife.

Yes, friend. What can I do for you?

These knives.

These?

This one.

They're the finest you'll find in these
parts.

Swedish design.

Steel from Britain.

And a good wooden handle from the forest
of our very own great country, and only

$5 apiece.

I'll take a dozen.

A dozen?

A dozen.

Certainly, friend.

Must be going to do an awful lot of
cutting.

Yes. Maybe you're going to give them as
gifts, eh, to the hunting fraternity?

Perhaps. Or maybe you're here to run for
Boy Scout troop, yeah?

Sixty dollars.

Asked you a question, friend.

Now, Jed.

I'm talking to my friend here.

Spoiling for trouble.

I said I was asking my friend a
question.

No. They are not for a Boy Scout troop.

You could have fooled me.

I thought you'd be happy playing with a
troop of little boys.

Hey.

Why are you molesting me?

I do not want trouble.

Molesty. Hear that, Bert? Molesty.

Why, that's hot in English.

That's foreigner's English.

Well, I do want trouble, see?

I'll tell you why. Because you're too
damn big.

Every time I see a man as big as you, I
get to wondering, is he better than me?

He's just got to know.

Come on, let's go. He's just got to
know.

Molesting? You don't know what molesting
is. But you're going to know. You're

going to...

Trouble

somewhere? Worth a look, do you think?

Trouble is our business.

A brown window van. Did you get a
license number?

No. But there were two guys, eh?

Which one used a knife on it?

He didn't use a knife.

Hey, this place is closed down.

He was merely reaching into his pocket
for his ID.

British, eh?

As the Union Jack.

All right, you can stay, but this is no
place for a lady.

Lady? Oh, you mean Purdy.

She's not the fainting kind.

What happened to you?

Two guys got into a brawl. One pulled a
knife on the other.

He tried to tell you, but he didn't use
a knife.

What then? An act?

He used his hand.

He did that with his hand.

Come on. His clothes are ripped wide
open. I am telling you, he used his

You saw it.

That's right.

A bare hand. I saw it.

I never saw anything like it before.

Just like that.

Then you killed the man who did it.

Yeah. Big guy.

Almost as big as poor Jed there.

Spoke with a foreign accent.

What kind of a foreign accent?

I don't know.

German. Dutch, maybe. I don't know.

What about the guy that was with him? He
was Irish.

What did he look like?

He was tall, dark, kind of a smiley
face.

Well built, not over heavy.

Mustache.

Well, we'll leave you boys to it. As you
said, it's a local brawl and nothing to

concern us.

Tell me, Gambit.

Tell you what?

Gambit.

The Irishman.

Same as the face you recognised before?

Yes, Tom O 'Hara.

Friend of yours?

Hardly. He tried to kill me once.

He's a paid killer.

Our headquarters are a bit different
from yours, eh, Steve?

Well, it does lack the occasional
stretch of worn carpet, the aroma of

tea.

There's not a single umbrella rack in
sight.

Visitors!

We have an open day each year.

Open day?

Insecurity? Well, it's good PR.

I stay behind closed doors too long.
Pretty soon the ordinary guy in the

begins to wonder what you have to hide.
Pretty soon you become some kind of

ogre. Well, besides the ordinary guy in
the street... Is the electorate, the man

who pays your wages. That's right.

But open day... Well, we cheat a little.

the real stuff safely out of the way.

Behind followed the deal.

The computer room, record, part of the
organization.

I'm fascinated by the guided tour.

There's still something you haven't told
me, isn't there? Oh, you're incredible,

Steve. You know that?

You read minds as well.

Oh, no, I observe human nature. You're
jittery. Well, on account of Carl

Smitsky. You got me thinking, so I ran a
special check on him. And?

He was in Siberia.

Before that, he attended the Patrice
Lumumba University in Moscow.

They don't teach the classics there,
see. Oh, yes, they do. Modern classics.

Guerrilla warfare, terrorism, how to
kill, maim, destroy.

But never how to live in peace.

Right. So Karl Smirsky majored there.

We don't know that he got academic...
Oh, yes, he did.

My knowledge of him tells me that he got
the very highest honors.

But in which field of human endeavor?

A thin sheet of steel.

Resilient.

Impenetrable. Unless one is armed with
steel cutters.

Impenetrable. And yet, nada.

I will not expect the same performance
from you.

Not for a day or two.

But, you dent it, that I will expect
today.

And you know there is no room for
failure here.

Struck at the metal when you should
strike beyond it.

Not that you lack courage or
determination.

Only experience.

It's very hit and miss, Gambit.

Correction. It's all miss at the moment.

Tom O 'Hara.

If it was O 'Hara. It was.

He and another man came to pick up
knives.

Hunting knives.

No, they didn't. They wouldn't.

Drive a hundred miles to pick up that
kind of thing. So they must be in the

immediate area, right?

Right.

Gambit? Yes?

Do they have vultures in Canada?

I don't know.

Carrion birds, yes.

Then that's what they are.

What? There, over the river.

Carrion birds.

No carrion birds?

Well, we would have frightened them
away, wouldn't we?

But it was just about here, wasn't it?

Or perhaps deeper in.

No, it was here.

Just about here.

31st, you go back to the car and wait.

I'm not the fainting kind, remember?

But a girl can always change her mind.

Knives.

The West have a saying.

The flesh is weak.

It is.

Certainly no resistance against a dagger
point.

Unless one moves first.

striking back against that sharp point.

So the man who is holding the knife is
thrown back.

O 'Hara, kill me.

I mean it.

Try to kill me, or most certainly I will
kill you.

Well, that was simple.

Child's play.

Soon I will show you how to evade a
bullet.

There's something else I haven't told
you. Oh.

Well, it's our internal security. Why
should I tell you?

Because we're the best of friends.

That'll do.

We keep a file on undesirables,
troublemakers, potential terrorists.

So do we. Yes. Well, our file has
diminished.

What? In the past few weeks, maybe a
dozen or so of those undesirables have

either left Canada or disappeared.

Since Carl Sminsky arrived?

About that time, yes.

Excuse me.

Gambit?

Gambit?

Gambit, where are you?

Come in.

Steve?

Where are you?

About three miles east of... Route 28.

Route 28.

By the river.

We found Hartley and Rogers and their
car. Stay there. I'm coming over.

Stay here. That's what the man said.

This machine carbine fires upwards of 30
rounds.

The time and space between each round is
.057 of a second.

If a man can move his hands at .056 of a
second, he can beat

this sophisticated weapon.

It all depends upon when he begins.

That small flash of movement when the
trigger is pulled and before the firing

pin hits the first bullet.

If you hear the sound of the firing pin,
it is the last sound you will hear

because you are already dead.

Superman?

No.

Super reflexes.

Trained reflexes.

A skill that is the amalgam of
everything that is best in karate, sumo,

-jitsu. The very essence of the mystique
of the martial arts of the East.

But nevertheless, a skill, not magic.

A skill to be acquired by training and
education.

A skill that I can pass on to you.

A call for you, Colonel Schminsky.

Direct from the Kremlin, Colonel.

Colonel Schminsky.

Comrade Field Marshal, that is not
possible.

Probable, then. It is not probable.

I have only just begun my training
schemes. One of my men is ready for such

plan, but...

If it must be done, me and my two aides,
we shall do it.

You got trouble?

Trouble you can share.

Eh?

Down there in a car are two dead men.

You're kidding. I wish we were.

Good day, officer.

Hartley and Rogers.

Why did you come along, too?

After all, it's your country.

After you.

When our mission is completed, we shall
return.

Meanwhile, you are in charge here.

Keep them trained.

How?

Facts of what they meant.

Keep them punching till it dries hard.

Hey, that's just like the other guy.

Clothes torn apart with a single blow.

And the other one looks like he's been
hit by an express train.

What's going on here?

When we find out, we'll let you know.

Do you know this area?

Been patrolling it for five years.

Any houses around here?

Well, there's a few. A couple down that
way.

Another over there.

One over the hill. Not exactly
overpopulated.

Well, we should split up and check them
out. Gambit?

I'll take this way.

I'll handle this way.

Only that leaves you and me over the
hill.

I'd refute that any day.

Colonel!

Use an extra hand.

If anything goes wrong, you shall be
dead.

The West has a saying, Colonel. Everyone
has to die sometime.

Very well.

The most discreet road to town.

There, Colonel. A dirt road through the
woods.

It eventually meets up with the main
route.

This all has to do with Carl Smitsky,
doesn't it? It's just a theory.

Well, so is Newton's law of gravity.

There are certain places in the eastern
hemisphere where men are trained in

subversion. I know those places.

Some of them masquerade as universities.

They're really courses in sophisticated
killing.

Honours in anarchy.

But there's one weak link. We know who
attend those courses. We can keep an eye

on them afterwards.

But suppose... Suppose there were mobile
universities.

Have lecture, will travel.

One man.

Sminsky?

Available in any country.

Teaching the potential bad lads.

I had a car.

Hold it.

Who are you guys?

What are you doing here?

I said to hold it right there.

One more step and I...

They took off that way.

They came from that way.

It's alright.

Wrong side of the road.

Horse and hermit.

If you're really interested, come with
me.

We'll try to give you a suitable
welcome.

A case of mixed fortunes.

Good for us.

Bad.

Very bad.

For you.

Comrades, we have live targets for you
to practice upon.

The man, perhaps.

He looks as though he might be a worthy
opponent for our students.

But not the girl.

So slim.

One blow might demolish her.

Well, perhaps we'll keep her around for
more...

Pleasurable purposes.

A remark like that could make Purdy
rather annoyed.

And what does Purdy do when Purdy gets
annoyed?

Thank you, gentlemen.

No further.

Go ahead, shoot. You can't touch me. Go
on, shoot.

Can I oblige anyone else?

All right, Purdy, lock him up.

That'll be one dollar, please.

Hold it there, mister.

My readout tells me you're carrying a
gun.

That's right.

And my readout says I'm entitled to it.
Not today, mister.

Look, I'm after the two men that killed
Hartley and Rogers.

And I think they're in here.

If they are, then they're not carrying
guns.

Check with Charles Peters.

You know, Chuck Peters, your boss.

We'll do that, mister.

After you've handed over that gun.

it virtually impossible to smuggle a
gun, or even a knife, onto an airplane,

indeed into any secure area.

No matter.

With my training, you shall become the
weapon, able to punch a hole in the

fuselage of a plane, able to tear thin
steel as though it were paper.

I think I'd better check the cellar
door.

Okay.

We have to get back to town.

Now we'll take the parents down.

On this floor are situated the forensics
laboratories.

It will not be easy.

But behind this door lies the whole
computer brain.

Destroy that, and we will wipe out 20
years of accumulated knowledge. We will

put their security system back 20 years.

Contact Chuck Peters, please.

Hey, wait a minute.

If you still want to be here tomorrow,
get him.

Calling Mr. Chuck Peters.

Calling Mr. Peters. Come in, please.

Report to the main lobby.

Mr. Peters.

Oh, hello, Mr. Gamble. I just have to
answer a call. I'll be right back.

the men who killed Hartley and Rogers, I
think they're here in this building.

What?

That's one of them.

Tom O 'Hara. You must have him on file.
O 'Hara?

Mr. Peters.

Report to the front entrance of Midian.

That's all I can do. When he arrives,
tell him we're on the top floor.

What was he doing here? Checking their
getaway route. The car's outside.

But where are they?

We'll sweat him. We'll make him talk.

Oh, you might. You just might.

But not in time.

Time?

The top floor.

Steed, his hands are lethal.

Only if they touch you.

Thank you.

Gambit. Come in.

Yes.

You've gained the victory over the
students.

But you will not fare so well with the
master.

Mintke, I've seen that before.

Concentrate on the weapon, on the
projectile.

But I'm puzzled.

How would it work with two projectiles?

No,

it doesn't work with two, does it?

Oh, well, back to the old drawing board.

Nice writing.

Nice shooting.

Nice holiday.