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BOY: Simon Magus, was a magician and a sorcerer...

...in... Um...

FATHER BRENNAN: In Sumeria.

And what happened to Simon Magus, Bartolo?

Jesus' disciples performed miracles.

When Simon Magus saw the miracles,

he offered Peter gold for God's powers.

And how did Peter respond...

...John Rossi?

Stand up!

Answer my question, John Rossi.

That's not my name.

You and all the other bastards

lucky enough to be here,

children of sin,

spawn of the damned,

are all named for saints.

Saints who are disciplined,

saints who are chaste.

You are named for John Baptist Rossi,

a Capuchin priest who gave away all his possessions.

A man who had nothing, like you.

Now what is your name,

you ungrateful cur?

(WHIPPING)

FATHER BRENNAN: Your name, boy!

Have you lost your tongue?

What is your name?

(WHISPERING)

All the girls will remain locked in their dormitory

and no food will be served to any boy

until you acknowledge your namesake before God.

(BANGING)

BOYS: Food! Food! Food! Food! Food! Food! Food!

(BANGING STOPS)

(BOYS WHISPERING)

(BOYS GASP)

(CHEERING)

(BOYS GIGGLE)

(MUTTERING)

TEMPLAR: Yes. Yes.

They should name you Simon Magus, the magician.

No. Simon... Templar.

Agnes!

Agnes!

TEMPLAR: Agnes!

What are you doing? TEMPLAR: Agnes!

When they catch you, they'll cane you.

Won't happen, 'cause we're leaving tonight,

this hearty brotherhood, on a crusade.

That's why I risked everything, Agnes, my love,

to bid you farewell.

I can't leave you behind without a kiss, can I?

Hey, watch this.

(CLANG)

NUN: We've lost some girls!

The girls are missing!

There are girls missing!

BOY: Come on, boys! Hurry up!

BOY: Come on. Come on. Hurry.

Wait, John Rossi. My kiss.

(BARKING)

There he is! Go on! Get him!

(SCREAMING)

TEMPLAR ON TAPE: October 3rd.

Entering foyer of Tretiak industries.

Heavy security on elevators. Guards in uniform.

Elevator to vault on 26th floor requires separate pass key.

(SIGHS)

Maybe use stairs.

No traffic there.

October 4th.

Personal tidbits.

Tretiak's former partner died suddenly in 1995.

It left Tretiak as sole owner of gas and oil empire.

Tretiak's first son killed in car crash five years ago.

Who are you?

Vehicle was driven by younger son Ilya, now 27.

Wife now lives in Geneva following assassination attempt in 1996.

(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) I am... Ivanovanovitch.

October 5th.

Ilya spent most of today in Café Eldorado with bandido buddies.

Gangster rap, coffee, flirting with teenage girls.

Small firearms in coats, machine pistols in cars.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CROWD CHANTING)

(CROWD CHANTING)

(CROWD CHANTING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

MAN ON P.A.: There were three great empires that dominated the world

both culturally and militarily,

(INDISTINCT) Rome, Constantinople, and Russia.

All three have fallen.

Only one can be restored

and only one man can restore it:

Ivan Petrovich Tretiak!

(CHEERING)

Friends...countrymen,

Russians!

(CHEERING)

TRETIAK: You people here in this room

are the cream of Russia,

and the whole nation is listening with us.

But why do you all listen to me rave?

Set aside my oil company,

forget about my best-selling book,

and all I am is a lunatic

haunted by the fantasy of an empire

that reclaims her former might,

her former size.

(APPLAUSE)

All I am is a poet

spinning rhymes of a Russia

not cut off at the knees, but armed to the teeth.

TRETIAK: Not ridiculed, but revered.

(APPLAUSE)

No! More than revered!

Feared!

(CHEERING)

TRETIAK: But who am I to dazzle you with this dream?

All I've done is...

How does it look for the leader's son

to walk out when the leader speaks?

You'd prefer the leader's son

to piss his pants on live TV? Hmm?

TRETIAK: And still the people freeze to death!

TEMPLAR: I love this country.

(CLICK)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

(FILTERED BREATHING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEP)

(WHIRRING AND CLICKING

(BEEP)

(CLUNK)

(BEEPS)

(TAPS CANE)

(ILYA SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

TEMPLAR: (IN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT) I don't speak Russian.

In that case, stand up,

put your hands behind your head,

and turn around slowly.

Wrong place for a condom. Take it off.

Listen, if I give this to you,

you're gonna give it to your daddy.

And what's he gonna give you?

Not even a Christmas bonus.

The guy I'm stealing this for will give me $1 million.

If we go in partners, we'll split 50/50.

That's half a million hard currency.

Think of the drugs you can buy with that much cake.

You'll be discoing for a decade in Moscow, mate.

I don't need your small change.

That's your first problem.

Here is your second.

Microchip...please.

Freeze!

Sorry. Guns make me nervous.

Suck me...sideways.

(GRUNTING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

(ILYA SCREAMING)

Uh! My eyes! Oh!

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(GUNSHOTS) Give it up!

ILYA: You got no place to go!

A god damn button!

(PAD RUSTLING)

(ALARM BLARING) Back of the building! Come on!

Where is the body? No body.

Just some guy in rags.

(CROWD CHANTING)

(ROCK AND ROLL PLAYING)

NEWS ANCHOR: As the bitter chill of winter

descends on Moscow,

Russians are warming to the angry rhetoric

of former communist boss Ivan Tretiak.

Now a billionaire oil magnate

and leader of his own political party,

Tretiak predicted that the civil unrest engulfing Russia

will only worsen unless reformist President Karpov

can overcome the heating oil shortage

that has already killed scores of Russians.

In his speech today,

Tretiak called on elements of the Russian army

who are opposed to the elected government

to seize control and end the heating oil crisis.

WOMAN: What beautiful work.

Ah. Cloisonné.

It is old. (IN SPANISH ACCENT) Yes.

It belonged to my grandmother.

Please.

Tonight I feel like the oldest person on this plane.

My husband, he's sending me to England to live

until things change.

You are married not even a year,

and already this bastard has a girlfriend?

I am sorry. It's not my business.

How come you know so much about me?

It is a gift.

I'm Martin de Porres.

I am from Spain, but I'm named for a Peruvian saint

who could cure the sick or the injured by the laying of hands.

TEAL: Hmm.

He's the same build as the description the Russians gave us,

but he doesn't sound like an Aussie.

WOMAN: No.

Could be faking it.

X-rays are clear. He hasn't swallowed the microchip.

Anything?

You English with your chips, your fish and chips.

On the airplane, I have the chicken.

Van Gogh theft, Netherlands.

Last year. Same eyes.

TEAL: Different chin.

DRIVER: Halcyon Hotel, guv.

(DREAMING) FATHER BRENNAN: Stand up!

What is your name?

Answer the question!

(ECHOING) What is your name? Hey!

MAN ON TELEPHONE: Hey, Lou, the microchip arrived.

I put the dough in your Swiss account.

Sorry I didn't get back to you about that diamond thing,

but Moscow's like Dodge City right now.

All them greedy commies have turned into crazy capitalists.

It's disgusting. It's made them sloppy.

One or two more easy scores like this last one,

I top 50 mil, I'm out of the game.

Yeah, I heard that before.

Not from me. I don't know nuttin'.

You don't believe me? Try and find me.

Fuck you, Lou. See youse.

Just can't seem to break 50.

(IN GERMAN ACCENT) $1 million U.S. dollars,

nonrefundable,

reserves you a quiet table

at a romantic little spot in Berlin

called Tempelhof,

which has a cozy transit lounge.

To get inside, you walk through the metal detectors,

and I walk through the metal detectors.

And since you know I'm not armed,

and I know you're not armed,

we can both fall in love and nobody gets hurt.

ILYA: I can't see him.

Then look for him.

TEMPLAR: (IN GERMAN ACCENT) You have a long and beautiful cane...

...along with your beautiful eyes.

That photograph doesn't do you justice.

Who are you?

My name is Bruno Hautenfaust.

I was named for a saint who was a very wealthy man.

Had the wine, the women, the songs, the whole bit,

and then inexplicably took a vow of poverty and became a hermit,

went off to live in the forest in the nude.

Please leave.

I represent the professional you hired.

I'm his business manager.

I speak for him.

We don't deal with underlings.

Come on, Father. Let's go.

TRETIAK: Wait. Sit down. Listen and learn.

Ah. Youth.

Who runs this thief?

CIA, MI-6, Libya?

He's not a race car. Nobody runs him.

He's an independent contractor.

Good. Then no one will mind if I kill him.

Oh, yes. I can have a man killed and stroll away like that,

even with metal detectors, even in this transit lounge.

(YAWNS) Oh, it's so early.

You guys wanna get some coffee or something?

Sure.

Be quiet.

TEMPLAR: What is it you request of my employer?

Do you know what cold fusion is?

Of course.

It's the theory of nuclear fusion at room temperature.

Free energy forever.

Yes.

Kaffee? Klein, bitte.

As far as science goes, it ranks just above astrology.

Those who claim to have achieved the experiment

have never been able to duplicate it.

Until now.

TRETIAK: There is an electro-chemist working at Oxford.

We believe that this good lady

made a breakthrough in cold fusion.

Your employer will obtain the formula for me.

He's very busy.

And you are very boring.

Your offer must inspire him.

This woman has repeatedly avoided my agents' attempts to find the formula.

She's cagey, difficult.

Maybe your agents are stupid.

I think this information would cost you $3 million.

(CHUCKLES) Ridiculous.

TEMPLAR: Why? You will have the world market in energy.

Cost you a nickel for every million you make.

His deposit should go... Hey...

It is not for me.

It is for Mother Russia.

But you want Mother Russia, too, Mr. Tretiak.

Three million on deposit in a bank account in Zurich. Agreed?

Yes.

And, uh, how long to get your employer's agreement?

I'll ask.

Your offer has inspired her. I'll do it.

Bank account number in Zurich.

Auf wiedersehen. Bye, sonny.

TRETIAK: Bye-bye.

I really love this guy. (CHUCKLES)

Too bad we have to kill him.

Yeah, too bad.

WOMAN: When the electrochemists Pons and Fleischman

announced in 1989

that they had discovered cold fusion,

a revolutionary process of generating energy,

they were at first acclaimed as geniuses

and then condemned as charlatans.

The protocols of cold fusion... What are those? Drugs?

Could I have one? My head's pounding.

She's boring the life out of me.

They're for my heart. Oh.

You have very pretty eyes. You're a pretty lady.

Who are you? Me?

I'm here to do an interview with that Dr. Russell.

I'm gonna expose her as a fraud.

You don't put any stock in this cold fusion mumbo jumbo, do you?

Actually, I do. Really?

Dr. Emma Russell.

Oops.

Well...

I didn't prepare any formal remarks.

Um, I'm actually more interested

in what questions you all have about cold fusion,

so I thought we would start with those.

EMMA: Any questions?

Please? Yeah. Yeah, I have, Dr. Russell.

Can you explain the actual process of fusion?

You know, the theory.

Yes. Oh, there it is.

This is the... The apparatus.

And very simply,

when positively charged deuterons

are attracted to the palladium cathode,

they cram together,

and there are millions and millions of them inside the cathode,

getting closer and closer, and then they fuse,

and they create energy in the form of helium.

But I read somewhere that the experiment couldn't be replicated,

so how do we know it works?

Well, we don't.

Not yet.

But if you remember Einstein,

he knew the theory of relativity to be true

long before he could prove it.

I mean, he felt the truth.

And, uh, some of us feel the same way about cold fusion

because it's there. It's in nature.

The raw, natural power just waiting to be harnessed.

And when we ignite that cold fusion fire,

I mean, just imagine.

There's more energy in one cubic mile of sea water

than in all the known oil reserves on earth.

I mean, you could drive your car 55 million miles

on a gallon of heavy water.

It would be the end of pollution.

Warmth for the whole world.

So why don't I, uh, demonstrate for you

why other people in the past have been so unsuccessful.

They used very complex...

TEMPLAR: November 17th, 11:30 a.m.

entering flat of Dr. Emma Russell.

High Street, Oxford.

No alarms on outer doors. Strange.

TAPE: No messages.

Shelley monument.

Entering bathroom.

Books.

More books.

Walls covered with reminder notes.

Poetry.

(CLICK)

Ah! Dad.

(CLICK)

"Stop and talk to Shelley every day.

"How can I love a man named Percy?

"Isn't there someone in the world who can consume me like that?

"Magic. Romantic."

No recent applications.

Cold fusion notes.

"Although I pass the Shelley monument every day,

"its sadness strikes me every time.

"For some reason, I feel a very personal loss when I look at it.

"So much pain and so much passion."

"To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.

Luke 1; verse 79."

Tretiak's wrong. She's not cagey.

She's not difficult. She's just...

Eccentric.

She's innocent.

Maybe it's in her head.

She needs a poet. An artist.

Someone who understands truth.

She needs Thomas More.

(IN SOUTH AFRICAN ACCENT) Do you like it?

What? The sculpture. Do you like it?

Oh...yes.

What do you love about it?

The way it...glows.

And how the light...

...holds him in silence,

taking care of him.

Yeah, that's what I like about it.

Are you an artist?

No, just a traveler, searching for purity.

What do you search for?

Energy.

Yes.

Have you ever been on a long journey?

No, not really.

Perhaps I'll take you to my home in Africa.

You should experience the energy of where all life began.

Sorry. I'm not very good with people.

Me, neither.

EMMA: "I see my angel for the first time.

"Know my purpose, feel my birth.

"Hear at first faintly, then distinctly...

"The sweet strains of our union...

"...Our love heats up the cold universe,

"and gives my tired desperate heart..."

TEMPLAR: "...Purified by our kisses, are eternally healed."

Do you like it?

Who did you write it for?

You.

You're following me or it's destiny.

Either way, it's weird.

Very weird.

Destiny then.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

This must look strange.

It's, uh...

Something that I'm working on...

...a formula for... Creating energy.

That you carry around in your underwear?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I do.

How did you do that?

Magic.

Give it back.

It looks like Sanskrit.

Give it back.

I'm sorry. I just wanted to watch you put it away.

What else do you keep in there?

Nothing.

That's not true.

Can I get you anything else?

Drink your wine. Uh, Latour '57.

The Latour, sir, is 400 pounds a bottle.

Then we'll have two bottles.

There. You count it.

All these little tubes and microbes and things.

Molecules?

Those, too. Even better. (LAUGHS)

Can I tell you something?

What? You must. Everything.

(WHISPERING) It's a secret.

What is it?

I'm done.

My energy research... I'm finished.

I mean, I still have some sequencing that I have to work out

to make sure that it's safe, but I did it.

It's just been you against the whole world, hasn't it?

How have you done it and stayed so positive?

The gift of faith.

To see...

Well...

To believe in something that's all around us...

But hidden from our sight.

That's a beautiful thought.

I can't believe I'm telling you all this.

I don't even know your name.

Well, my name is...

I don't want to tell you my name.

I don't want to do that.

I don't want to do that. What difference does it make?

What's your name? Emma.

Emma. Now I know everything about you.

Your...genius.

You have a weak heart.

You have beautiful dreams, great courage.

You're not afraid in this world.

You get that from your father.

You can't cook to save your life.

And you love fish.

I do love fish.

That's weird.

I want to try that.

No. Yes.

No, I don't want you to. Drink your wine.

Yes, I do.

What's your name?

My name is Thomas More.

I was named after a saint

who died for his faith.

Okay.

Your work is very dangerous...

...and alive.

And I love your poems.

They move me.

But that's not who you really are.

You're running away from your past...

Your pain.

And yet you keep it so close to you.

So you don't have to be afraid of who you are...

Because you're beautiful.

What are you doing?

(GRUNTS)

Oh, my God, you're...

You're bleeding. What happened?

Don't know. I was...

Weeping and I slipped.

I was thinking of you. I don't know.

Well, I... I live right down the street.

I could clean you up.

Why do you cover your mouth when you laugh?

I don't know. Wait.

I'm glad that it stopped bleeding.

You don't need stitches.

(GLASS CLATTERS) (LAUGHS)

We're going to have to disinfect it, though.

You really are an angel.

You are.

This is going to hurt.

Ahhh! (SCREAMS)

(LAUGHS) Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right? Yeah.

I'm sorry. I was just joking.

I... I should go.

Oh, no. Yes. You... You... I...

Take off your pants.

Pardon?

I mean, your sweater.

There's blood on it. I'll wash it.

Very domestic.

There's blood on your blouse as well.

I'll wash it.

Do you have any wine?

Um, I'm so overwhelmed that you even noticed me.

How could I not?

You make me feel so good.

I wish you...

I wish you could understand.

I want you to know who I am.

Oh, my heart.

Don't disappear. I'll be right back.

* Calm me down

* Break it round

* Too way high off your street

* I can see

* Like nothing else

* In me you're better than I wanna be (SIGHS)

* Don't think 'cause I understand

* I care

* Don't think, 'cause I'm talking

Oh, I can't do this.

She's so great.

I can't believe this is happening.

I can't believe this is happening.

Hi.

* Overground

* Watch this space

* I'm open

* To falling from grace

ILYA: "To, Spider:

"Must fly. Have better offer."

Greedy westerner. Wants more money.

Who cares? Can't spend hard currency in hell.

Send this message:

"Fly, don't buzz off.

"I'll double your fee.

"Or send my own boys to take care of the woman."

You okay?

Let's... Let's just... Lie here.

Can't we just be like this tonight?

Is that what you want?

It's so magic.

Hmm.

It just feels so perfect.

(BEEPING)

MAN ON RADIO: It's 7:00 a.m. And here are the news headlines...

Thomas?

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Lev Naumovitch, it's here!

Good man! It's revolutionary, sir!

She's boldly cast aside a slew of stale ideas.

But I think the formula is incomplete.

It will take months... But that won't do!

Because now that the people are nicely beginning to freeze,

Tretiak must sweep in from the wings

with a miracle to save them.

How high do you want it, Mr. Tretiak?

To the top.

Good morning, Yuri. Good morning.

Perhaps they can confirm the validity of this formula more quickly

if I dispense with certain protocols. But, Mr. Tretiak...

How long, Dr. Botvin,

since you received your last salary check from Moscow university?

Ukrainian Independence Day.

Last august.

(BEEPING)

Ivan... He's online.

Do it.

To spider...

You've got the recipe.

"Where's my dough?"

To human fly:

Recipe incomplete.

TRETIAK: The cake won't rise.

Hence, no dough.

I am not the baker.

YURI: But don't make me the butcher.

(CHUCKLES)

I like this guy.

No play, no pay.

TRETIAK: I'm certain you kept the cookbook.

Holland Park.

RECEPTIONIST: I'll check that for you.

Yes, that seems to be fine. One moment.

(GUNSHOT) Ah!

He's keeping me online.

You wait here.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

You, beside the car.

Now, turn around. Step away from the vehicle.

He's armed.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

ILYA: Come on, drive!

Go the other way. Go, go, go!

(ROCK AND ROLL PALYING ON RADIO)

TEAL: What about him?

Hmm...

TEAL: What about this one?

Yeah.

That...

You see, we believe they're all the same villain.

Oh, my God.

They're all him?

We believe so.

He eluded a hit squad this morning in Holland Park.

Then he fled the U.K. out of Heathrow.

We've got a handful of false identities used on visas,

passports, leases.

Nicholas Owen, Louis Guanella, Peter Damian,

Charles Borroneo.

Of course.

Thomas More.

All the names of catholic saints.

Can you access Heathrow's passenger lists

for the last, uh, eight hours?

I think it might be possible.

Good.

(BELL RINGS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Go!

Come on, now!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Yeah!

(BAND PLAYING DRUM ROLL)

Oh, yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

Yes!

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Oh! (LAUGHS)

See, my friends,

you back the biggest rats.

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LAUGHS)

(ALL LAUGH)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

Hello.

TRETIAK: Out, out.

Freeloaders, out.

TRETIAK: I want to drink alone.

Close the curtain.

(DIALING)

(INHALES)

BOTH: What?

Don't look down.

You know who I am?

No.

I'm the thief, you tried to cheat.

And this, your accountant.

(CHEERING IN NEXT ROOM)

Talk to him.

The phone goes the other way, you moron.

Hello.

Tretiak speaking.

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY OVER THE PHONE)

That money to Zurich.

Send it now.

I said now.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You know what the hardest part about being you is?

Pretending to be so bad in bed.

You son of the bitch.

ILYA: There is an impostor in there. Get him out.

TRETIAK: Hey, hey, hey!

Take your hands off me, you idiots.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Are you crazy? It's me.

Go, go! Catch him, go!

TRETIAK: Ilya, get the bastard!

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(RADIO DISPATCHER SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BEEPS)

TEMPLAR: Fifty million. I'm out.

Mr. Ferrer checking out.

Okay. (SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

EMMA: I'll have one, too.

SIMON: Emma. Hi.

I'm...

I'm overwhelmed.

You found me.

Wasn't very hard.

Two men with saint's names flew into Moscow yesterday.

Isadore Bakanja is a short, bald African,

whereas Vincent Ferrer...

Was named after a saint who betrayed his best friend.

How could you do it?

Emma...

(STAMMERING) I had to.

I'm a thief.

I want my cards back.

You flew all this way because you want your cards back?

Yes, I did. No.

It's because you're in love.

I rest my case.

Who are you?

No one has a clue, least of all me.

And why would you steal cold fusion?

It's free.

Why would you do that?

(BARTENDER SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Eight million reasons.

Oh, eight million. Wow, that's all?

I would have given them to you.

If you'd only asked.

You've got to get away from me.

I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you lied to me.

You lied to me.

(SCOFFS) I lied to you?

You almost got me killed.

The guy I stole the stuff for says it doesn't work.

Well, screw him.

I don't think you'd enjoy that.

Yeah, you're right. I don't think I would.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Emma.

You don't know what you're dealing with here.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

What? Why are you...

They took my pills.

No, they didn't. I palmed them from your purse.

I need one or two. I need...

I have a bad heart, and...

I know.

It's starting to pound.

It's okay. I've got your pills.

Okay, I've got two in my hand.

Just... I'm gonna pass out.

Sit down on the floor.

Just get down on the floor. That's right.

That's right. Eat two out of my hand.

That's right.

Mmm. Okay?

Mmm. (SIGHS)

While you're down there...

Get the pocket knife out of my boot.

This formula makes certain assumptions

which contradict all we know about cold fusion cathodes.

(SIREN WAILING) BOTVIN: So testing at any level becomes futile

without further information.

BOTVIN: Mr. Tretiak.

Don't despair, Dr. Botvin.

Help is here.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

The two came very quietly.

Oh.

(EXCLAIMS)

And they left even more quietly.

(GROANS)

Close the city.

Kill him, and bring her.

Alive.

(SIREN WAILING)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

Why... Why are they after me?

Tretiak, the guy I work for, he owns this city,

cops and all.

We have to convince him

there's nothing more he wants from you.

What do you want from me?

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Everything's on those cards?

Yes.

TEMPLAR: So the formula works?

Oh, kiss me again.

(TALKING CONTINUES)

No. Make up your mind.

(STUTTERING) Oh, it's, uh, I have to figure out the order

before the formula works,

and I'm not gonna give it to him.

Tretiak will find you. No.

He found me, and that's a very hard thing to do.

I found you.

Yes, you did.

What do you need?

I need some time,

and I need...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I need a place to work,

and...

EMMA: Where's everyone going?

To their country relatives to cut firewood.

SIMON: There's no heat in the city.

(DIALING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

How long will it take you to finish the formula?

I don't know.

Uh, two hours, maybe.

(SIGHS) I don't know.

Should be enough time

to get our passports together,

and for us to get married.

We're getting married? Yes.

I want you to be Mrs. Martin de Porres.

You're not Martin.

No.

Who are you?

(DOOR CLUTTERING)

I don't have a name.

That's sad.

Will you have a name when we get home?

I don't have a home.

When we get back,

you do the science, I'll do the math.

We'll market your formula around the world.

We'll make a fortune, and then...

We'll see.

Okay?

(BELL DINGS)

Emma!

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh!

(SCREAMS)

No trouble, okay?

(GRUNTING)

If you want to live, never leave my side.

(PANTING)

Oh!

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SHUDDERS)

(GRUNTING)

I've got you.

EMMA: Come on.

Here we go. Up.

(GASPS)

Oh, we've gotta get you warm.

(BOTH GASPING)

We're almost there.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

EMMA: Oh, come on.

Come on.

(GASPS)

(KEYS JANGLE)

You'll wait till Christ comes to Moscow.

Elevator was made of mahogany.

Tenants use it for firewood last winter.

We need your help.

He fell in the river, and he's freezing. (MUMBLING)

Need clothes. We're just people who were...

You're not people.

You're Americans.

Yes, but we ran into trouble with your mafia.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

She disapproves of what I do,

but eats the bread it buys her.

No heat for sale,

but these clothes will make him warm.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I tell her, Mashenka, go back to bed.

She's always puttering around.

It's here.

Built to escape secret police.

In you go.

You've got hypothermia.

We have to get these wet clothes off,

and keep you warm.

They must be in one of these buildings.

Check every apartment.

How you doing?

Talk to me.

Snug as a bug in a rug.

(TEMPLAR MUMBLING)

Okay.

We're gonna...

We're gonna have to do this

before your body temperature falls

below 95 degrees.

(SHIVERING)

Two kids, talking about foreigners.

(GUN CLICKS)

(BELL RINGS)

Listen to me, tenants!

(BABBLING)

Show me where the Americans are,

and you'll be paid in American dollars.

Five hundred bucks reward.

Daddy?

Have you seen, by chance, two Americans?

Just one American and one polar bear.

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

Do we get 250?

(GUNSHOT) (WOMAN SCREAMS)

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ILYA: We check upstairs.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's your name?

Who are you, really?

Simon.

Simon?

So you are named for a saint.

No, Simon the magician.

I did tricks.

Tricks for Agnes,

and that's how I got things. Priests took everything.

Took Agnes.

Dogs too big.

Teeth.

Teeth. She fell.

I escaped.

I always escape.

I don't believe in magic anymore.

I do.

I've never felt like this before.

How?

I'm freezing.

(CHUCKLES)

These are here!

WOMAN: These Americans are here!

These are here!

We've got to get out of here. Are you okay?

They're coming.

WOMAN: Americans are here!

EMMA: Hurry. Here, put this on.

Ilya!

(SIREN WAILING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Upstairs, go!

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Maybe we can jump.

Let's jump. (MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Come on!

Wait.

(GROANS)

We need her alive, idiot.

Embassy's east of here.

(ARGUING IN RUSSIAN)

WOMAN: You're late. Where have you been?

I've been waiting two hours.

Come on.

I've got some beautiful paintings for you to buy.

In here. Come on, come on.

Don't fret. It's just my curator, Toli.

I am Alexa Frankievitch... (DOOR SHUTS)

...but being you're Americans, you can call me Frankie, okay?

Okay, Frankie.

I've got money. We want...

I know.

The icon of the virgin of the damned.

Are those maps of the tunnels? FRANKIE: Yes.

TEMPLAR: We're not here to buy art.

Just take us to the American Embassy.

Right. I need $10,000 up front, huh?

No. FRANKIE: Okay.

Seven thousand and not a penny less.

TOLI: Shh. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(WHISPERING) Police.

TEMPLAR: No. Tretiak's goons.

Wait.

TOLI: Sasha, go east to the Embassy.

Are we lost? What's wrong?

You're in Russia, sir.

Everything is complicated.

But you know the way?

Like the face of a...

Bulgari chronograph.

Mmm.

I remember. This way.

FRANKIE: At last, water main.

They shut it down each afternoon in winter.

TEMPLAR: What time do they turn it back on?

FRANKIE: You have five minutes, plus or minus.

EMMA: Plus or minus?

That means several minutes earlier or late.

FRANKIE: Don't worry.

Third opening is under your embassy.

(HINGES SQUEAKING)

Quick. Someone's coming.

Come on.

Come on.

Here's the second one.

Embassy's next.

About two more minutes.

Yeah, unless it's minus.

Damn.

TEMPLAR: It's sealed.

We'll have to go back.

EMMA: Come on.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Hurry.

TEMPLAR: Up you go.

MAN: Yankee, go home!

Down with Yankee!

(CROWD CHANTING IN RUSSIAN)

Embassy's only about a hundred yards away.

There's a car right above us.

Watch your head.

(AIR HISSING)

(CROWD CHANTING IN RUSSIAN)

I'll create a diversion.

It should take you only about 10 seconds to run to those gates.

They'll open them when they see you coming.

Okay. I can do that.

You can do it.

Wait.

When am I gonna see you?

I'll find you. You found me.

Yeah, I did.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

EMMA: I'm an American!

Open the gate! Open the gate!

Open the gate! I'm an American!

GUARD: Back off from the gate.

Back off. I said back off.

Stand back from the gate.

I said back off!

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

TEMPLAR: She outran you?

How humiliating.

(GROANS)

One... (SPITS)

Shot left.

(GUN CLICKS)

Can't come all the way to Russia

and not play Russian roulette.

(GUN WHIRS)

Before you shoot me, don't you want to know where all the money's hidden?

(GUN CLICKS)

Whose money?

Tretiak's, yours.

He treats you like dirt.

You could have it all.

What are you saying?

I'm saying your father stashed billions,

and I know where it's hidden. Let's make a deal.

(CLICKS) So...

Where are all those hidden billions?

I know...

But I don't think I'm going to tell you.

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIRENS WAILING)

MAN: Joseph, what's the holdup?

I said get 'em inside!

DOCTOR: Well, you're worse than all the others,

however burns will heal.

Maybe a little chance of scarring, perhaps,

but all in all I'd say he's a very lucky boy.

Lucky?

Look at me.

I am a damn devil.

(SCOFFS)

Christ.

(MUMBLING)

Yes? I have run every test

on this cold fusion formula

and must conclude that it is not merely incomplete,

but, rather, impossible.

You may as well try to create perpetual motion,

Mr. Tretiak.

I invest millions...

And you can't make it work!

What are you doing with my money?

Do you think it comes so easy?

No!

But, sir, I have been working for nearly two weeks

without sleep.

At first blush, the theorem appears quite impressive.

Convincing. It does?

Yes.

It does.

Good man.

We can use it to destroy our enemies.

TRETIAK: Only Dr. Russell can spoil my plan.

If she gets back to London and speaks to the press...

From here to the airport are three army checkpoints,

all of them loyal to us.

Make certain they all get the message

she doesn't leave Moscow alive.

TRETIAK: Mr. President.

As former vice minister of energy and power,

I hear all manner of schemes that provide cheaper energy,

and, uh, as our countrymen freeze to death,

I've become aware of a marvelous new technology,

about which I'm hopelessly out of my league

from a scientific viewpoint.

That's why I brought our eminent physicist here,

Dr. Lev Botvin from the University of Moscow.

Before we are dazzled by the good news,

let's dispense with the bad.

What is the price of this marvel?

The cost for research and development are there,

which is all you are asked to decide.

Ten billion in hard currency?

I can't even pay my teachers,

my miners, my doctors.

Where are you heading?

I thought we'd drink some vodka to get warmer.

Like the miracle of socialism,

our miracle of cold fusion failed.

But no matter.

We have sold cold fusion to President Karpov.

We will use the scandal of its failure to destroy him.

The army must be mobilized by midnight tomorrow.

You're a man in a hurry, Ivan Petrovich.

That's only one day.

Not now, old witch. We're working.

TRETIAK: Yes. Think of it.

One day, you can be proud again

to be a Russian general.

With a big nuclear missile where your prick used to be.

You just have to fill out a form

before we put you on a flight home. Okay.

Any medical problems, that sort of thing.

EMMA: Oh. I have a heart condition.

Well, do you need me to arrange any medication for you?

Uh...

Well, I haven't needed a pill...

That's strange.

Get a form from table three down the corridor.

I'll be back in 10 minutes,

by your side, all the way to the airport.

Thank you.

FEMALE REPORTER: Across the street in Central Moscow,

where overnight, a mob attacked

several companies with ties to America.

Apparently, four U.S. citizens were badly injured in the attack.

I'm told that all American citizens

have been asked to report to the American Embassy

for immediate evacuation.

MAN: Excuse me, little lady.

You look lost.

No, I'm, uh, I'm fine.

May I help you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is August Christopher.

I was named after Saint Augustine,

who coined my favorite phrase.

Give me chastity and give me constancy,

but do not give it yet.

(LAUGHING)

(PROTESTERS CHANTING IN RUSSIAN)

Simon, I'm...

I'm on the next flight out of here.

Are you coming with me? No.

But they are.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

I'll need you to develop a sudden fear of flying.

Find a quiet room,

finish the formula, and fax it back to me.

My number's on the back.

I don't understand.

Why are you keeping my cards?

I've got to do a deal with the Russians, or you'll never be safe.

Be good at school.

Wait.

Don't you trust me, darling?

Trust who?

That hurts, Emma.

I'm serious.

What's your name?

My name is August Christopher.

Of course, I trust you, August Christopher.

I mean, Vincent Ferrer...

I mean, Martin de Porres...

Thomas More.

After all, you are my personal saint.

You have to be a very good,

and usually, a very dead person to become a saint.

And more importantly, you have to work three miracles.

Now, get to work.

Who's that man?

MAN: You're leaving on the transport at nine o'clock, ma'am?

Probably be your last chance out of here.

Better hurry. It's leaving.

VERESHAGIN: Your troops will depose the president

and install Ivan Tretiak as leader of Russia.

TRETIAK: Moscow must be ringed with tanks by early evening.

Don't worry, the people will follow me.

They will be crying for revolution.

VERESHAGIN: Still, no one's guessed the simple truth

of where the heating oil went.

(ALL LAUGHING)

TRETIAK: Who would believe that a sea of oil (COMPUTER BEEPING)

was hidden under this very building?

(ALL LAUGHING)

MAN: Yuri, I understand your Nataly is to...

WOMAN: Francis, you devil,

I heard you came down here, and you didn't call me.

Hello, Dominic.

Give me a ring when you get this, Charles.

Lou,

I've heard on the grapevine

that you're brokering a revolutionary new energy source.

If it's as good as it's cracked up to be,

I have friends who can double your best offer,

on deposit in Zurich

within one hour of delivery and confirmation.

I'll be waiting.

(WHIRRING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

The work could be here.

This machine could work, couldn't it?

(ALARM WAILING) (GUARDS SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

Who are you?

A friend of Dr. Russell's.

Dr. Russell...

BOTVIN: What is this equation?

It's so simple. It's...

This is the key to Dr. Russell's formula.

Yes.

(GUARDS SPEAKING RUSSIAN) The alarm.

You had better go.

I need a miracle.

You've got 12 hours.

But Mr. Tretiak's rally is tonight.

Can you make it work?

Make it work.

(ALARM WAILING)

What is wrong here?

Uh, the alarm...

(SCOFFS) Uh...

I tripped. I...

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(RUSSIAN ACCENT) You are Nikolai Petrovich.

You are Nikolai Provovich...

Petrovich.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Tunnel built by KGB...

FRANKIE: Leads to machine room in Kremlin.

Great. Do you happen to know

where the president's quarters are?

President Karpov is...

There, but there are many guards,

so I suggest...

An alternate route?

Money. Now.

Oh, ye of little faith.

FEMALE REPORTER: Russia stands tonight

on the brink of a second revolution.

As the number of deaths from freezing mounts,

hundreds of thousands of protesters have taken to the streets.

Even as Russian President Karpov

is promising a mysterious solution

to the crippling heating oil shortage,

troops opposed to the elected government

and led by General Leo Sklarov

have begun to ring the Russian capital city.

Angry, frightened citizens

are gathering outside the Kremlin in Red Square,

but they're not braving the bitter cold for yet another political rally.

They've been drawn here by the promise

of a revelation, whatever that may be,

in what's become a life-and-death struggle

for the future of democracy in Russia.

(PROTESTERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mr. President? I'm your friend.

What do you want?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I want to help you to destroy Tretiak.

I need you to listen for about 30 seconds.

I'm all right.

Stay outside.

Please, continue.

Tonight you're going to stand trial in Red Square before the world.

Whatever Tretiak accuses you of,

I need you to admit to it.

Agree with this criminal?

If you want to destroy Tretiak, yes.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Gruschev, take Mr. Karpov downstairs.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) The wife stays here.

Get your hands off!

What you are doing is illegal!

The people won't stand for it!

The people are too cold to stop it.

Who are you? (DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Tretiak! Tretiak! Tretiak!

(WHISPERING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ECHOING) Friends...

Countrymen...

Russians!

(CROWD CHEERING)

You heard about this morning's sensational events.

Many shocking documents were recovered

from the president's secret files,

locked within his private safe.

The documents...

(CROWD BOOING)

Which will be published in today's papers,

prove

that the traitor Karpov was about to steal

over 40 trillion of our precious Russian rubles,

in a reckless scheme to save his hide!

To add insult,

millions of dollars

were to be paid to these international criminals!

TRETIAK: And for what was your president

hoping to bankrupt our national treasury?

What you see is a fairy tale

called cold fusion.

You pass electric current into the machine,

and there is supposed to be a chemical reaction.

Watch! (BEEP)

It can't even light up a tiny light bulb!

Do you dare deny this, Mr. Karpov?

Absolutely not!

I proudly admit it.

TRETIAK: But enough puny failure.

Failure is in the past!

(CRACKLES) Begging is behind us!

The balance of power is about to shift!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Miracle one.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Karpov! Karpov!

Ilya! Ilya!

Go! Go! Go, go, go!

I order all troops loyal to Mother Russia

to seize the criminal Tretiak!

A thousand apologies, Mr. President.

There was a miscommunication

somewhere in the chain of command.

Miracle Two.

FEMALE REPORTER: The billionaire industrialist and his son Ilya

were taken to the infamous Lubyanka prison

where they await trial along with fellow conspirator General Leo Sklarov.

Moscow woke today to the forgotten sensation of warmth

as millions of gallons of heating oil flowed from a storage depot

discovered beneath Tretiak's riverside mansion.

TEAL: And he made no threat to contact you in the future?

EMMA: He never had the chance.

You'll tell us if he does make contact?

Oh, yes. Which he may well do.

He's a proper rogue, you see.

He charms women, this so-called saint.

It seems it's his stock in trade.

No offense.

Well, I am offended.

All I got from this saint was a series of near-death experiences.

Well, count yourself lucky.

Look, I have a very important conference that I must prepare for.

We understand. You have a life.

We appreciate you taking the time.

Oh, no problem.

She's in love with him.

(CHUCKLES)

I wanted to call you and tell you everything.

It just hasn't been safe.

Oh, I couldn't stop thinking about you.

(CHUCKLES)

So...

Have you, uh...

Been busy?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. I've been working real hard.

Thank God, I have my cards back.

You don't believe in all this cold fusion mumbo jumbo, do you?

You know, you're a very pretty lady.

(LAUGHS) Oh, my God.

That was you?

That's who I thought Dr. Russell would like.

I didn't know you were...

I thought you were some old biddy,

not some gorgeous soon-to-be-trillionaire.

You know you're going to be the richest woman in the world.

I am?

Why do you think I'm hanging around?

Emma. Yeah?

My life is very strange.

I just...

I don't do anything normal.

(STAMMERING) I'm... I can't even... I know.

I know you.

I know your life.

What do you want?

I want you.

For how long?

It doesn't matter.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Simon.

I love you, Simon.

Miracle three.

EMMA: Dear Simon,

the pin is something I've kept for years, God knows why.

A graduation gift from catholic school.

But don't worry, you don't have to wear it.

I just wanted you to have something of mine,

something I loved.

Simon, if sainthood requires three miracles,

then I'd say you've made it, my love,

and so I hope you'll understand.

Last night it became clear to me what I have to do this morning.

You see, I'm going to give cold fusion to the world.

It's the only way, if we're ever together again,

that I'll know it's for you,

and you'll know it's for me.

If cold fusion is free,

then you and I, Simon, will be free, too.

Listen, if you think

giving away everything in front of the world,

preventing us from making an unimaginable fortune

will accomplish anything...

You're absolutely right.

(LAUGHING)

Simon, what are you doing here?

There are... There are police.

They're everywhere.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

EMMA: You wore the pin.

Of course.

You better go.

How am I going to find you?

(BOTH GIGGLE)

I'll find you.

You found me.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(APPLAUSE)

CHAIRMAN: Although our next speaker requires no introduction

after last week's Moscow fireworks,

uh, please let me welcome Dr. E.J. Russell...

Excuse me, is this seat taken?

No.

CHAIRMAN: Dr. Russell.

You don't believe in all this cold fusion mumbo jumbo, do you?

EMMA: Thank you. Good morning.

No.

Well, we all know that cold fusion has had a...

A difficult childhood.

Those of us in the field are orphans.

Bastards, at best.

But difficult childhoods, I believe, make the most interesting adults.

And I know that most of you thought that cold fusion

was an impossible dream. I'm her biggest fan.

EMMA: Cold fusion belongs to all of us. I think she's a fox.

Look at that.

EMMA: Even though some of you may feel that its practical application

is still somewhat speculative,

well, I've come here today to share with you how that dream is slowly

becoming a reality.

Yes, it may take years to finally learn

how to harness this energy Oh, look at the time. Got to go.

EMMA: and stabilize its power.

But with your help, we can all work towards making the...

The...

Dream of cold fusion finally...

Come true.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Hands behind your back!

Come on! Got you, you slippery son of a...

(HORNS BLARING) What's going on here?

(ENGINE REVVING)

Damn!

MALE REPORTER: Donations totaling three billion dollars

were made today to the Red Cross, the Salvation Army,

and the United Nations Children's Fund.

The funds were wired from the account of jailed Russian tycoon

Ivan Tretiak.

In other philanthropic news,

a non-profit research foundation

has been established to develop cold fusion technology,

funded with an anonymous donation

and to be headed by Russian physicist Dr. Lev Botvin.

The E.J. Russell foundation is charged to develop inexpensive...

* Light a candle

* Lay flowers at the door

* 'Cause those who're left behind

* Are the ones who've gone before

* Here it comes now

* Sure as silence follows rain

* The taste of you upon my lips

* The fingers in my brain

* Ever gentle

* As it kills me where I lay

* Who am I to resist?

* Who are you to fail?

* Got to get you out of my mind

* But I can't escape from the feeling

* As I try to leave the memory behind

* Without you, what's there to believe in?

* Could be so sorry

* For the way it had to go

* But now I feel your presence in a way I could not know

* And I wonder, do you ever feel the same?

* In whispering darkness, do you ever hear my name?

* Got to get you out of my mind

* But I can't escape from the feeling

* As I try to leave the memory behind

* Without you what's left to believe in?

* How could you dare?

* To become so real

* When you're just a ghost in me

* And I've got to get you out of my mind

* But I can't escape from the feeling

* As I try to leave the memory behind

* Without you what's left to believe in?

* Here in the back of my mind *