Bullet to Beijing (1995) Movie Script

Morning, Carruthers.

You're late.

I waited a half hour

for the bus, so I walked.

Then I had to fight my

way through the chorus

of "Miss Saigon" down there.

Anyway, I'm off.

Carruthers.

Hmm?

Is that your real name?

Yes, it is.

Why?

How long have you been on

this assignment, Harry?

Two years.

Anything ever

happen across the way?

Well, they've

changed the curtains.

And the windows... they're

now bulletproof, I think.

Hmm.

You'd better start

filling in the C1 form.

Otherwise you'll have

Colonel Wilson on your back.

Carruthers.

Yes?

They also started taking milk.

I think they're secretly

putting it in their tea.

Very valuable.

Thank you, Harry.

Woo-hoo.

Hello?

Jean.

It's me, Harry.

Well, hello, Harry.

What's that noise?

Oh, that...

That's, uh, some students

outside the North

Korean embassy.

What do they want?

I don't know what they want.

I know what I want.

Great.

So we're on for tomorrow night?

Yeah.

Where, you think?

My pad.

I'll think up something spicy.

I hope so.

Hold on a moment, Jean.

Looking ugly.

- Well, thanks.

- Uh, no.

No, not you.

You sure you

want to see me tomorrow night?

Of course I'm looking

forward to seeing you.

Been a long time, no?

Very long time.

Uh-oh.

I'll call you back.

Get down!

Who the hell are you?

Palmer

What the fuck

are you doing here?

MI... you wouldn't believe me.

What?

Red death.

What did he say?

Death to the Reds, I think.

Couldn't find his passport

anywhere, but we've

managed to identify him.

His name is Anatole Kulbitsky.

He's Russian, a genetic

research scientist,

and I'll bet he's a

part-time KGB agent.

I think he most probably

had a heart attack.

Do me a favour, doctor.

Have a look at his

chest, just about there.

Hmm.

If it's a poison, it

must be a very powerful.

It's the old Bulgarian

umbrella trick.

KGB speciality.

I thought they were

out of business.

Here, mate.

Where do you think you're going?

It's me, Palmer.

Uh, make a note...

I'm having lunch

with Harry MacMillan

at The Front tomorrow.

Oh, do you want

to see me, Palmer?

- Yes, sir.

- Oh.

You'll have to make an

appointment with Henrietta.

You sent for me, sir.

Oh, did I?

Yes, sir.

Well, in that case,

you'd better come in.

Oh, and Henrietta, remind me to

call my wife in four minutes.

Very nice.

Shut the door, will you, Palmer?

I suppose you'd better sit down.

You probably guessed what I

need to talk to you about.

Uh, yes, sir.

The dead Russian at the

North Korean embassy.

I read your report.

Pass the file to Carruthers.

Oh?

I thought I was

dealing with that.

You've seen the headlines?

I haven't read

the papers, uh, sir.

We've been very busy, what

with these staff reductions.

Don't get much time

to read the paper.

Which brings us to your case.

Oh, yes.

Here we are, Palmer.

As I feared, we're

going to have to ask

you for accelerated retirement,

effective immediately.

Of course, you'll

have your pension.

Unfortunately, Grade

5, your acting rank,

has never been confirmed.

So you'll only

qualify for Grade 6.

Bastards.

I beg your pardon?

I'd like to remind

you, sir, that I

have been with this

department for 30 years.

Well, we mustn't live

in the past, Palmer.

I have been involved in

some very important cases.

There was the, uh,

Ipcress File affair,

the funeral business in Berlin.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, Palmer.

All before my time

with the department.

I don't deny that you have done

some good work in your time.

But that was yesterday,

and today is today.

Thank you, Palmer.

Well, good luck in the

city street, Palmer.

You never really were

the proper military type.

Screw you.

What did you say?

Goodbye, sir.

Give my regards to your

wife in a customary manner.

Hello?

Mr. Palmer?

Speaking.

We understand that your services

might be available.

Meet us tomorrow at the

Savoy Hotel at noon.

We assure you it will

be worth your while.

Thanks.

Cheers.

For you.

Will you be eating?

Not now.

Just a drink?

Yes, please.

Follow me, please.

Could I have a vodka

on the rocks, please?

Yes.

Right away, sir.

I'm expecting someone.

My name is Palmer,

if anyone asks.

Very good, sir.

- Uh, Mr. Palmer.

- Yeah?

Someone left this for

you at the cloak room.

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

Here's your drink, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

St. Petersburg, Russia.

Oh.

Mr. Palmer.

That's me.

Won't you follow me, please?

There's a car outside.

Where else?

Have we met before?

Well, we've never

been introduced.

My name's Nikolai.

Oh, by the way, who was the

woman who phoned me in London?

Oh, that would be mother.

Very original.

We use that.

Will I be meeting her?

No.

Follow me.

Where are we going?

You'll find

out when we get there.

We're being followed, aren't we?

Yes, we are.

In a car?

You still do that here?

Yes.

Is there a seat belt?

No.

Who are they?

The Chechens.

Is that bad?

Very.

Are you planning on losing them?

He's staying with us.

Shit.

What?

Plan B.

Oh.

This is plan B?

Get out.

She's a girl!

She knows.

Now would you get in the boat?

Who are they after?

You!

Why me?

I only just got here.

You'll find out later.

Now get on the boat!

I'll get on the boat.

Are you in charge

of this operation?

Yes.

You're a bit young

for the job, aren't you?

Mr. Palmer, if you don't

worry about my youth,

I won't worry about your age.

What's she saying?

Get down now!

Stop!

Stop?

Get down!

What the bloody hell?

My job is to get you

where you're going alive.

That's what I intend to do.

Now, stay down and shut up!

Got it.

Watch out, he may not be dead.

He's dead.

I'm sorry about

that, uh, incident.

Call that an incident?

Bloody hell.

Is that that the Hermitage?

Yes.

I never made it there last time.

You won't this time either.

You want to tell

me where we're going?

To see Alex,

Who's Alex?

Alex is a...

Ah, animals!

A true survivor.

He's outlasted many regimes...

Brezhnev, Khrushchev,

and hopefully Yeltsin.

You speak very good English.

I was educated in England.

My father's English.

My mother's Russian.

That accent...

Where'd you go to school?

Eton.

I thought you bloody did.

Who is this?

A friend.

You sure?

Natasha...

Ah, Mr. Palmer.

Welcome back to Russia.

You call this a welcome?

I've been shot at, practically...

Shh.

I apologize.

You're working for me now.

And I suppose I have enemies.

A bonus.

Another $5,000.

Let's call it danger money.

A good name for it, sir.

Jaron, baggage.

Mr. Palmer, you must

be curious as to why

I brought you to Russia.

You could say that, sir. Yes.

Let me help you.

My name is Alex Rexovich.

This is my home.

Nikolai, leave us alone, please.

Please.

Come this way, please.

It's a nice place

you got here, sir.

Yes.

A legacy of

pre-revolutionary days.

You must be tired, Mr. Palmer.

Oh, knackered, actually.

I will endeavour to

satisfy your curiosity.

I want to employ you on some

extremely secret business.

Why me?

The usual agencies

have their disadvantages.

The police are unreliable

and indiscreet.

And for various

political reasons,

the KGB are no longer suitable.

It's very hard, you

know, these days

to find, um, unswerving loyalty

in brand new market economy.

So I get the job?

Whatever it is.

Britain's loss is my gain.

So, cheers.

You see, Mr. Palmer, Russia is

a country that has always needed

a strong man as a saviour.

I'm going to dedicate what is

left of the rest of my life

to that end.

I have an agenda.

And what is that?

I'm sorry, I cannot

tell you that yet.

But believe me, our ends

will justify the means.

You see, before the dissolution

of the USSR I was in charge

of some extremely

secret research

into the science of genetics

and its military implications.

Well, that has since

been privatized.

I am now what you call

the chairman of the board.

And now, one of its most

important genetic experiments

has disappeared.

But please, eat, Harry.

Eat.

Please, sir, do.

Good.

The code name of our

project was Alorex.

Our earlier experiments

were with rodents.

I see.

But as our knowledge

advanced, we planned

to move on to human subjects.

Oh, really?

Please sit.

Centuries ago,

there was a plague,

which came from the

Orient by way of Russia.

It destroyed between 2/3 and 3/4

of the population of the West.

It was called a Black Death.

I was starting to

wonder why you wanted me.

One single drop of

Alorex is enough to mutate

and destroy the

entire population

of a city of 1 million souls.

They would become the human

counterparts of these rodents.

Oh, bloody disgusting.

That is why we call

it the Red Death.

I see.

Alorex is a binary product.

Binary... what's that mean?

Made up of two

separate substances.

It's only when these

are combined together

it becomes dangerous.

Last week, we discovered

that our sample

was missing, along with a

certain Professor Kulbitsky.

Kulbitsky?

I don't know that name.

Uh, who would... who would

want to, uh, buy, uh, this...

What do you call it?

Red Death?

Well, our information

tells us that it's

a certain ambitious but

politically unacceptable power.

China?

Too obvious.

Try again.

What about North Korea?

Has it occurred to

you, sir, that whoever

stole the Alorex might have

already tried to sell it?

Our information

is, the Alorex has

not yet reached the customer.

That's why you're

here, Mr. Palmer.

I want you to find the route

by which it's being shipped.

You must locate the courier.

And what else?

Bring the Alorex

back by whatever

means you find necessary.

I'm not being over dramatic,

Mr. Palmer, when I tell you

the fate of the world

could be in your hands.

Oh, I've saved the world a

couple of times before, sir.

What's the going price now?

250,000 American

dollars in cash.

No Rubles?

No Rubles.

Perhaps I should

warn you, Mr. Palmer.

The people who followed you

here from the airport today

must have known why

I brought you here.

They wanted information.

I haven't any

information to give.

In that case, they

would have killed you.

Well, Mr. Palmer?

$250,000, that's, uh,

180,000 pounds, right?

Yeah.

Earned abroad, tax-free.

It's a deal.

When do I start?

You have already started.

When?

This morning.

Oh.

You think we could have a

quieter day tomorrow, Nick?

Nikolai.

You're on your own

tomorrow, Harold.

Harry.

OK, fellas.

Let's go.

Hello, my name is Palmer.

I have a reservation.

Welcome to the Nevsky

Palace Hotel, Mr. Palmer.

Here is your registration card.

And may I have your

passport please?

It's a formality

to stamp your visa.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You'll get it back in an hour.

Hello, Harry.

Sorry.

It's good to see you, Andrei.

You too.

How are things at the Lubyanka?

The prison is now

a tourist attraction,

and I'm the manager

of this restaurant.

Happens to the best of us.

Let's have a drink.

Here is to glasnost,

perestroika, democracy.

To market economy and big tits.

Big tits.

Yeah.

Cheers.

I'm looking for a firm

that's stolen a deadly poison.

A substance called Alorex.

Well, um, there are three

mafia groups in St. Petersburg.

It could be any one of them.

At least crime is

flourishing in Russia.

Yep.

I should like to make

you a present, Harry.

I think you'll need it.

I could offer you

a Luger, a colt,

or its Russian equivalent.

I'll take the colt.

You see that man looking at us?

His name is Yury Stephanovich.

He's a big shot in the

St. Petersburg mafia.

Would you like to meet him?

If you must.

I don't think you have a choice.

Hello, Yury.

Meet Harry Palmer.

I have heard about

you, Mr. Palmer.

You work for Alex.

You should know that a friend

of Alex is not a friend of mine.

I'll bear that in mind.

Russia can be expensive.

Bloody hell.

You're not kidding.

But some things are cheap.

For instance, for $200

you can have a man killed.

Here's to a long life.

Whose life, Mr. Palmer?

She's pretty.

Louis, sorry I'm late.

Hi.

How are you?

It's been a long time.

Yeah, it sure has.

Long time, Louis.

Who's this?

My grandson Sasha.

Hello, Sasha.

Hello.

Ah, he speaks English.

The future.

Here with the

"New York Times?"

No.

They said that they're no

longer a contact with the KGB.

I didn't fit in their budget.

You've lost the KGB?

They didn't have a budget.

What about CIA?

They said the reason

was budget cuts.

And the French Suret?

Oh, they simply

stopped paying me.

Oh, Louis.

You lost all your contacts, eh?

Oh, I still keep in

touch with everybody.

I have lots of friends.

You still do the English

football balls, Louis?

Every week.

What brings you

to St. Petersburg?

I need your help, Louis.

You only have to ask.

But I could use a little money.

Oh, why not, Louis.

Could you make

it dollars, Harry?

Why not, Louis.

$100 do you?

Could you make it $200, Harry?

Why not, Louis.

That OK?

- Thank you.

- All right?

How much?

10,000, Harry.

This will bring him good luck.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It looks like our good

luck is running out.

What?

Behind us.

Don't look now.

Walk normally.

Car's around the corner.

Stop.

It's OK.

Why are they after you?

I guess they found out

I'm looking for the Alorex.

You know about the Red Death?

Yeah.

That's why... Down!

Hey!

Louis!

Louis, unlock the door.

What?

Open the bloody door!

Louis!

Louis.

Louis!

Unlock the bloody door!

Unlock the door!

It's OK, Sasha.

It's all right.

Shit.

Bloody gun.

Harry, it's me!

Will you stop following me?

I don't need...

Give me the gun.

Get in the car.

- Go that way.

Louis!

Mr. Palmer, you used to work

for British intelligence?

Yeah, but not anymore.

So you say.

What brings you to

Russia, Mr. Palmer?

Business or pleasure?

Pleasure.

But I haven't had

very much so far.

It appears from your visa

that you are here as a tourist.

Yeah.

Looking, seeing the sights.

Some of them are

not very pretty.

For instance, those three

gangsters you found dead.

Did you kill them?

I don't even have

a gun, Captain.

But a police car has

been badly damaged.

Yeah, well, I wasn't

driving the other car.

What have you been

up to, Mr. Palmer?

Well, you know, I just

been seeing old friends.

Apparently you have some

quite important old friends.

And enemies.

But if I were you, Mr. Palmer,

I would be very, very careful.

Some people would

prefer you dead.

I don't even know

who they are, Captain.

By the way, make sure that

you don't break the law.

Yes, sir.

Mm.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Thanks for the lift, sir.

Appreciate that.

This is for

you from grandfather.

This is from me for good luck.

Thank you.

"Take the Bullet to Beijing

tonight at midnight.

The Alorex will be on board.

Be careful.

They're trying to kill you."

Yes?

Just a minute.

Can I come in?

It's OK.

No one knows I'm on the train.

You're... You're Natasha.

The girl in the boat.

You've been following me.

That's right.

Oh.

You're an American?

No.

No, I'm Russian.

Russian?

Uh, well, uh, my father was a

military attach in Washington,

so I, uh, grew up in America.

Oh.

Are you going somewhere?

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's, uh, very nice.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, actually, Harry,

I was hoping there was

something I could do for you.

Oh, you feel I might

be a bit lonely, right?

Well...

Are you trying to seduce me?

Because if you are, I

don't know any secrets.

Hey.

You haven't done this

before, have you?

No.

I thought so.

Sit up.

Go on.

Sit up.

Do you want to tell me

why you're really here?

Hmm?

No?

You're working for

Alex, aren't you?

Did he send you here?

Come on.

I'm supposed to help

you in any way I can.

Funny you should say that,

because I do need some help.

Could you have breakfast

with me in the morning?

Breakfast?

Yeah.

Just breakfast.

Thanks.

Harry Palmer.

You don't remember me?

No.

Well?

Well.

Well?

Well, what do you think?

I did my job.

Isn't that what you

wanted me to do?

Craig Warner.

CIA?

Washington.

1983.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What are you up to?

Well, I'm not working

for Uncle Sam anymore.

They were cutting back to their

last 20 aircraft carriers.

They made me expendable.

Well that'll help.

What are you doing

here in Russia?

Sort of freelancing.

I'm really glad to see you.

Great to see you.

By the way, uh, congratulations.

Old friend of the family.

Oh.

Nice to see you.

Good.

You, uh, got any spares?

No.

Hey buddy, let's get together.

Sure.

I'd like to hear

what you've been up to.

Take care.

Yep.

Good morning.

Tea, please.

You know him?

He's an American.

I know who he was, but

I don't know who he is.

Piva, Heineken.

Do you know him?

Who?

Him.

Oh, that's Colonel Gradsky.

What does he do?

He was a diplomat.

And KGB.

Another unemployed spy.

He works.

For whom?

I don't know.

Honest?

Who is it?

Nikolai.

Evening, Harry.

What a surprise.

You're following me?

Just making sure

you were all right.

Alex wants to make sure

I don't get lonely, huh?

I could do with a drink.

Care for a midnight stroll?

How'd you know I

was on this train?

Don't tell me...

Alex knows everything.

You said your

father was English.

That's right.

Do you know what

he did for a living?

Only what my mother told me.

He was in intelligence.

British intelligence?

That's right.

Maybe you knew him.

Maybe.

Why didn't your mother try

to keep in touch with him?

It's not easy to keep in

touch with British intelligence.

It is hard to find, isn't it?

You see, when they met,

she was also in intelligence.

In Russian intelligence?

Oh, I see.

The old honeypot trap.

But they fell in love, and

I was the one who got stung.

She kept me a secret from him.

You were educated

in England, eh?

At Eton.

Who paid for that?

My motherland.

Oh, you regard this as

your motherland, do you?

Well, it certainly

is my mother's land.

But is it yours?

Yes.

But your father was English.

When you don't know

your father's name,

you'd be amazed

how often the word

bastard comes up in

conversation, especially

at Eton.

You don't think you were the

only bastard at Eton, do you?

No.

So now you work for Alex?

Yes.

Is he a bastard?

No.

He may be the one man

to save us Russians.

I hope you're right.

How much does he tell you?

As much as I need to know.

Do you know the reason

I'm on this train?

No.

Alex asked me to find something.

Will you help me look for it?

My job is just to

keep an eye on you,

but you might want

your gun back.

Thanks.

What does that say?

"To be delivered to the North

Korean embassy, Beijing, China."

It's got a diplomatic seal.

Let's open it.

Think that's a good idea?

I'm going to show

you how to open the box

without disturbing the seal.

That's far enough, Mr. Palmer.

I'd prefer you both

with your hands up.

Thank you.

That's better.

I didn't notice

much improvement.

I'm afraid we have different

points of view, Mr. Palmer.

Why can't we be

friends, Colonel?

I understand you're ex-KGB.

We're both in the same boat.

We're both recently redundant.

But not inactive.

At the moment, Mr.

Palmer, your curiosity is

causing me some inconvenience.

What are you going to do?

Shoot us?

Well, I'm not a cruel man.

And you're right, we are all...

What is the phrase?

In the same boat.

And up the creek.

You said you weren't

a cruel man, Colonel.

Can we wait for a slow bit?

Get off.

My bloody arm.

Is this Siberia?

Of course it's bloody Siberia.

You haven't got a train

timetable, have you?

"Can we

wait for a slow bit?"

I can't believe you

bloody said that.

Where the hell are you going?

Follow the train.

This is the only way it can go.

We have a track...

A trail.

Have you got a better idea?

Yeah, shoot you.

Have you ever been

chucked off a train before?

No, I've never been that stupid.

Have you?

Yeah.

And twice.

What did you do then?

I took a taxi.

It was in London.

The hell did that come from?

There's an airport.

Huh?

There's an airport.

Over this way.

What did she say?

She said that, uh,

the ticket office

will be open a little later.

I'll toss you for it.

Heads or tails?

Heads.

What does that say?

Cafe Bar.

I'll be in there.

Shit.

So what'd you find out?

Well, the good news is, I

got two tickets on the evening

flight to Irkutsk, and

the train doesn't get

there until tomorrow morning.

Right.

So what's the bad news?

Nick, you said there were only

two seats left on the plane.

One in the cockpit

with the pilot...

Yes.

I know, I know.

And the other in the toilet.

Heads or tails?

Tails.

You're in the toilet.

Hang on, let me...

I'm learning from

you all the time.

For

the benefit of our

English passengers,

please make sure that everything

is in the upright position

and prepared for taking off.

Thank you.

When do we get to Irkutsk?

We shall not get to Irkutsk.

Not enough gas.

You must have known

that before you left.

On this plane, nothing works.

How was I to know

the fuel gauge works?

We land here.

Bratsk?

Where the hell's Bratsk?

Down there.

Congratulations.

How was the cockpit, Harry?

You don't want to know.

How was the toilet?

Harry, meet Illona.

Illona, Harry.

Hello.

You found her in the toilet?

Oh, this is not Irkutsk.

No, no.

- This is, uh, Bratsk.

- Bratsk?

Bratsk?

Where the hell is Bratsk?

It's somewhere else in Siberia.

But I must get to Irkutsk.

My mother is waiting there for me.

I wish my mother was, love.

You think there's a Hertz

or Avis around here?

I wouldn't bank on it.

I'll tell you what.

If we could find a place

where we could buy vodka,

I bet we'd find

our way to Irkutsk.

One over there.

Yeah.

That might be a bar.

We have American dollars.

And we will give to

anybody who would drive

us to Irkutsk $1 for each mile.

Come here.

You will drive my

friends to Irkutsk.

Go.

- Go.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Eh, my capitalist friends.

OK, let's go.

I suppose you're checking

in with Alex, are you?

Come on.

Bratsk?

Where the hell is Bratsk?

Mm.

Mommy.

Daddy.

You'll see your

mummy in the morning.

Hello?

What did you tell Harry Palmer?

Tell him?

I told him the Alorex

was on the train.

Well, Colonel Gradsky has

had him thrown off the train,

and I have a feeling

it's your fault.

Alex, you're my best friend.

I did nothing.

Alex.

Alex, I did nothing.

What do you want, Louis?

I am busy!

It wasn't my fault. I

just did as I was told.

I gave the message to Harry

to watch Colonel Gradsky.

Don't you realize,

you bloody fool?

Gradsky works for Alex!

I want what Gradsky has got.

That's why Professor

Kulbitsky was working for me.

Harry Palmer is

becoming a nuisance.

Where is he now?

Bratsk.

Bratsk?

Where the hell is Bratsk?

Wait a minute.

I know somebody in Bratsk.

Louis, don't talk to anybody.

Stay home.

Yury want Harry Palmer killed!

How far to Irkutsk?

Oh, I suppose about five miles.

What time is it?

Nearly 8 o'clock.

What time does the train leave?

8:15.

No problem.

Just pick any gear,

they're all in the same box.

Funny.

What time is it?

10 past 8:00.

We've got plenty of time.

Five minutes.

No problem.

What the fuck?

Faster!

I've got my foot on the floor!

Look out!

Where'd you learn

to drive like that?

We'll never make it.

Buy yourself a new car.

Say goodbye to your mother.

I'm too old for this!

Goodbye!

Woo!

Surprise.

Two surprises.

What are you doing here?

She's my daughter.

What?

She's my daughter.

He is your father?

Yes.

Three surprises.

Sit down.

If your father is the

courier I'm looking for,

he may be stealing from Alex.

And you are helping him.

He's not stealing from Alex.

We're both working for him.

You're both working for Alex?

Then why did you throw

us off the train?

I didn't know you were working

for Alex until Natasha told me,

and by then you were both

somewhere in Siberia.

Tell me about it.

So we're all working

for Alex, right?

Question.

What have you got in the box

that you're taking to Beijing?

I don't know.

You don't know?

When you work for Alex,

you don't want to know.

I think it's time you found out.

Open it.

Why didn't you tell

me he was your father?

Because I was told not to.

You know how Alex works.

Nobody's told more

than they need to know.

Give me one of the bottles.

Substance A232.

Open it.

Are you crazy?

No, it's all right.

Alorex is a binary

chemical weapon.

It consists of two

ingredients, both of which

are harmless separately.

A232 is one of them.

It's probably disguised

as fertilizer or

some other industrial chemical.

Put the top back.

Welcome back, Harry.

Do yourself a favour.

Put that gun away.

Close that case.

You're not up to your old

tricks again, are you Craig?

You haven't got the other

half of the Alorex, have you?

Huh?

You still making guesses?

I know.

You deliver the Alorex and get

paid and heroin in Beijing.

Arms for drugs, just like

the Contras in Nicaragua.

Another guess.

I don't have to guess

where you fit in, Craig.

We're all working for Alex.

And you, Colonel, are about

to start smuggling drugs.

That's why he's here.

He's an expert.

He's here to make sure

the drugs are pure.

Quite a step down, eh, Colonel?

From military attach

in Washington.

That's enough.

You, open the door.

What is it?

Mongolian border.

I recommend we all

go back to our compartments

and get our passports

as quickly as possible.

Now move.

Move it!

Did you know about this?

Or were you told not to tell me?

Is this how you're

building Alex's new Russia?

I don't know who this

guy is, but Harry's wrong.

I never knew the whole story.

Well, the North

Koreans get the Alorex,

Alex gets the drugs and

winds up stinking rich.

We have to stop him.

No one can stop him.

We can try.

You're letting

him make a fool of you.

Alex doesn't care about

Russia, or you, or me,

or anyone else but himself.

Natasha has been trying

to turn him against Alex.

But it could be suicide.

Our whole lives

have been suicidal.

What do you say?

What does he say?

I say that Alex has an agenda.

I say that he knows what he's

doing and why he's doing it.

I say neither you or anyone

else here is going to stop it.

That's what I say.

You know what Alorex

is and what it does.

What do you say to that?

The end justifies the means.

I bet you get paid

in drugs, not cash.

But that wouldn't be a problem

with you either, would it?

That's why he had me carry

$5 million to Switzerland.

That's right.

At least we can do

something about the Alorex.

Will you help me?

Cheers.

Needs something else.

Another ingredient.

I know just the ingredient.

Be back in a minute.

Keep drinking, Colonel.

I can't top off all

these bottles by myself.

In less than

an hour, we'll be in Beijing.

I just don't want to be

around when North Koreans

find out what's in my case.

Your contact in Beijing

is Kim Soo, right?

He was in the embassy at London.

I know him well.

My problem is, I still haven't

found the other ingredient.

You don't have it, do you?

No.

What about Natasha?

No, not Natasha.

Alex wouldn't

trust her that far.

And Nick?

Not his job.

Well, there's no one else.

What did they say

at airport security?

Is this your bag?

Did you pack it yourself?

Did anyone give you a present?

Take the Bullet to Beijing.

The Alorex will be on board.

No wonder Louis knew

it would be on board.

The Bullet to Beijing.

And I thought it

was a fucking train.

Colonel Gradsky, the Honourable

Kim Soo sends greetings.

So, please follow me, please.

You too, Mr. Palmer.

Please.

You come with us too.

You can keep Harry company.

What the fuck

are you doing, Craig?

Your job is done.

Get lost.

Get moving.

So this way, please.

You still think the

end justifies the means?

Guess your way

out of this, Harry.

Greetings, my dear Colonel,

and welcome back to Beijing.

Kim Soo, may I present

my daughter, Natasha.

I am honoured to

meet you, Natasha.

Harry.

Good to see you again.

Hello, Kim See.

Long time no Soo.

Mr. Palmer is an old friend.

When I was at our

embassy in London,

we used to meet for

lunch every Friday,

and toss for what I put

him on my expense account

or he put me on his.

We usually did both.

Hey, you have new

dirty stories, Harry?

Of course, Kim.

Uh, Mr. Warner,

everything is ready.

Please take a look.

So this is A232.

Hmm.

Strange.

I expected a stronger smell.

Could be vodka with a

little bit of ammonia.

Well, we'll soon

find out about that.

Harry, you have

something for me?

No.

Something from Louis.

From Louis.

Is that it?

That's it.

One more thing, Harry.

Your passport.

Passport?

How am I going to

get out of China?

Don't worry.

We have plenty of new

British passports.

Why do you need

my passport, then?

Souvenir of old friend.

Souvenir, huh?

We really must be going,

or we may miss the train.

You Russians, always in a

hurry but getting nowhere.

And Mr. Warren, you satisfied?

Yeah.

Everything checks out.

You may go now.

Uh, Mr. Warner, the merchandise

will be in the truck.

It's been great

to see you again.

I am truly sorry

about this, Harry.

Unfortunately,

you know too much.

Looks harmless,

doesn't it, Harry?

It will take 24

hours to find out.

And if there is a problem,

we will find our friends,

and they will die too.

Kim Soo, it's Nikolai

Petrov, Alex's assistant.

Is Mr. Palmer there?

Yes.

We have him.

There's been a change of plan.

I've had an order from Alex.

Mr. Palmer has to

come back to Russia,

and we'll take

care of him later.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of him.

All right, Harry.

You can go now.

I don't like

these new passports.

Tell me, Kim Soo, would

you really have done it?

Happily, we will never

know, will we, Harry?

If Alex thinks I'm

dead, you're going to have

to find me a safe house.

You all right, Nick?

No, thank you.

Nick?

I'm going to break

rule number one.

I'm going to tell you more

than you need to know.

The Alorex was fake.

Really?

So why did Alex hire me?

To make it look real.

It was a scam.

We sell fake Alorex

to the North Koreans

and they finance our cause.

When they find out it's

fake, you take the fall.

Finance your cause?

Finance it with heroin?

Because that's what it was.

I saw it.

Or didn't Alex tell you that?

It was real heroin

and real Alorex.

Kim Soo asked me

for my passport.

I always carry two.

I gave him one,

and this is the one

that I handed in at the hotel...

The one that Alex knew

I had to take with me.

And this is what

Alex left inside.

The formula for Alorex.

And you know where he got it?

From the passport that

you and the old lady

lifted off Kulbitsky's body.

Yeah, I saw you.

You were in London.

Were you saving Russia then?

Huh?

Do you know how

much that's worth?

Millions of dollars

on the open market.

And it could cost

millions of lives.

Give me your lighter.

I'll show you what

I think of it.

It's not Alex who

is saving Russia.

It's you who should be

saving Russia from Alex.

There's one more thing

that I'd like to ask you.

Why did you take such a

risk in Beijing to phone

and get me out?

You ever get caught in

a honeypot trap, Harry,

with a Russian agent?

No.

Now you're lying.

What are you doing?

Just in case.

Yury's on his way out.

The drugs are being loaded.

They're yours for the taking.

Everything is as I said.

It's nice doing business

with you, Mr. Palmer.

And the surprise?

It's all arranged.

You've got five minutes to

get your friends out of there.

I'm glad you're no

longer friends of Alex.

Just hope the police get here

within the next five minutes.

Yeah.

That truck's about ready to...

Uh-oh.

I know.

I saw him.

Keep walking.

Surprised?

Guess your way out of this.

Oh, shit!

I thought you were dead.

We could all be dead!

Yury's working for Kim Soo.

This is Kim's revenge.

We've got to stop the truck.

I'll toss you for it.

- Heads or tails?

- Heads.

You lose.

I'll go.

Keep me covered.

Follow me.

Great, Nick.

Where the hell are the police?

Do you see what I see?

Yeah.

Gradsky, light a cigar.

Are you joking?

- I don't want to smoke.

- Light a cigar!

OK.

You're innocent bystanders.

Get rid of your guns.

And get up slowly.

Nobody knows us here.

How did he get out of there?

- Harry!

- What?

Get down!

What the hell is this?

Who are you working for?

DEA.

- DEA?

DEA?

You got it.

I've been trying to bust

these guys for two years.

Jesus Christ.

Get up.

Oh.

Easy, easy, easy.

Ah.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

Look innocent.

I'll give it a shot.

Look.

Now we're in real trouble.

That's Alex's car.

If you think we're

in trouble now,

wait till this guy sees me.

Mr. Palmer.

Do not move.

You are under arrest.

If they find the heroin,

we're all under arrest.

Give me your cigar.

Run.

Run?

Mr. Palmer, what are you

really doing here in Russia?

I told you.

I'm a tourist.

I came to see my

friends, This is,

uh, Colonel Gradsky of the KGB.

It's all under control, Captain.

You are dismissed.

Don't break the law.

Yes, sir.

Nikolai tried to

convince me you were dead,

but somehow I suspected

you'd turn up today.

I see you've managed to

turn them all against me.

No matter.

Nothing will deter my course.

What are you going

to do, kill me?

No, not today, Harry.

Some other time, maybe.

I'm an honourable man.

I always pay my debts.

Oh, by the way,

thank you for saving

me the inconvenience

of explaining

my connection with the harem.

Here's your money.

Spend it quickly

before we meet again.

I hope not.

Let's go.

Nick, take me back to the hotel.

But... but

you'll miss your flight.

No, I'm thinking

of staying here in Russia.

What for?

I don't know, uh,

maybe start a business.

You're joking.

No.

There's a... there's a lot of

insecurity in this country.

And you're going

to provide the security?

Why not?

And what are you going

to call this, uh, business?

I don't know, uh, the,

uh, Tight Fit T-shirt Company.

That'd be my security.

Maybe Craig and General

Gradsky will join me.

What about you?

Well, Natasha was thinking

about going to the States.

Yeah, she told me.

But she didn't mention you.

She didn't?

No.

Well, I guess

I won't be going, then.

Anyway, I've... I've been there.

I've done that.

You want to try for a t-shirt?

You got anything in medium?

They're tight fit.

One size fits all.

All right.

But on one condition.

You tell me the truth

about the honeypot trap.

So you want to know the truth

about the honeypot trap, huh?

All right.

But tell me, Nick,

have you got a mole

on the left cheek of your ass?

No.

Neither have I.

We could be related.

Bullet to Beijing (1995) - full transcript