Original subtitles

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

- [Speaker] Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon.

You've all received your material

relating to the subject with today's press conference.

Now most of you know him,

I'd like to introduce Mr. Stafford Cross

of the Senate Oversight Committee for the DEA.

- [Cross] Thank you Bob.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm at your disposal.

- [Audience] Mr. Cross, Mr. Cross, Mr. Cross!

- [Cross] Whoa, hold it gentlemen.

Hold it, let's go ladies first.

I don't believe I know your name.

- Catherine Whitaker, London Times. This general cleanup

of the drug situation.

Is that being confined just to the United States

or do you truly intend to make it an international project?

- [Cross] It is quite definitely a cooperative effort.

- [Audience] Mr. Cross, Mr. Cross!

- Pierre Legrand, Le Monde, Paris.

You have not indicated your timetable,

when do you intend to begin this general clean up?

- [Cross] Monsieur Legrande, we have already begun.

- [Speaker 2] Mr. Cross, Hal Fenton, Washington Post,

this general cleanup, are you referring the streets,

the users, the pushers, what?

- [Cross] This time Mr. Fenton,

we're going right to the source.

(automatic gunfire)

(man shouting) (vegetation rustling)

(people screaming)

- Red alert, red alert!

(gunfire)

(people grunting) (heavy gunfire)

(explosion roars)

(heavy gunfire)

(dramatic music)

(flames roar)

(upbeat music)

(people laughing)

- A toast!

A toast to Captain Ree!

- Captain Ree! (glasses clink)

(men laughing) - Thank you!

- So much for the Golden Triangle.

We sure put 'em out of business, didn't we?

(intense music)

(men laughing)

(group chattering)

(dramatic music)

(laughing, carousing)

(group chatter)

(dramatic music)

- Good work, good work men, good work.

Hey, you havin' a good time, eh?

- The best, captain!

(door clicks)

- Hnmh! How much did we lose?

- About 60% of the crop.

- They will have to be taught a lesson gentlemen.

(eerie music)

(door clicks)

(computer beeping)

(people laughing) (motorcycle engine revs)

(smacking sound) (body thuds, groans)

(motorcycle revs) (person grunting)

(dramatic music)

(blades slashing) (man screams)

- Enough is enough.

There's been enough killing to satisfy even you.

We have a business to run.

-No, it is not enough.

I want to show them who they're dealing with.

They are to die, all of them!

(dramatic music) (keyboard clicking)

(computer beeping)

- Come on, you wanna play some ball?

Let's see ya get it.

That's the boy.

- Hey, me too.

- Come back here.

(dramatic music)

- Greetings sergeant.

(pistols firing)

(man grunting)

- Thirteen of theirs dead gentlemen,

I think we have made our point,

but let us not continue this useless spilling of blood

for no gain.

As our chairman pointed out, we have a business to run.

All right, we've had our revenge.

- Big brother, we can't just let this go.

Or our four brothers will have died in vain.

Don't you all agree?

- I do not think it irrational.

I think it only just,

and if you disagree with me... - That's enough!

- Madam Sue, we are all equals here.

- Oh,

of course we are!

(man groaning)

- Your wagging tongue Is careless like you.

Lessons must be taught in order to learn.

- You cut off my fingers!

- Be content that it wasn't your head.

(kicks, scuffling)

(man groans) (chair thuds)

(both grunting)

- What are you doing?!

Could you please stop this,

and may we go on with the meeting?

- Of course, continue.

- [Chairman] And take him outside.

(lighter clicks)

- A man with a heart condition such as yours

shouldn't be bothered with such details.

A matter such as this, Mr. Chairman,

needs the hand of one who is dedicated.

So why not let me take care of everything.

We don't want your death on our hands too, now do we?

(dramatic music)

(street noise)

- I'll be gone the rest of the day.

(dramatic music) (engine noise)

(engine revs)

(pistol fires)

(engine revving)

(horn blares)

- So when is it going to stop?

Tell me, Madam Sue, how long do you intend

to continue with this slaughter?

- Oh well, until I and my associates are satisfied,

and in the end, it will supplement our income.

- Good, but how?

- I will let you know when the time is right.

I shouldn't be too impatient if I were you, Mr. Chairman.

Already the wheels are in motion.

(projector clicking)

- Fourteen of our men dead. Murdered, cold-bloodedly killed.

And for what reason?

Who's behind it?

I want answers, not blank reports.

You've had two weeks already.

And what've you learned so far, eh?

Not a single thing.

There's cop killers running loose in the city

and I want them found, understand?

(phone chirps)

Yeah?

- [Secretary] A Mr. Fong from America's here

to see you, commissioner. - Send him in.

(receiver clatters)

Well that does it.

Now the whole world knows-- the Americans are here.

I want results and I want 'em fast.

So get moving.

- Yes sir.

(footsteps tapping)

- Please, over here.

Sit down. - Thank you.

Uh, my credentials.

- I know who you are, you're Bill Fong

of the Drug Enforcement Agency.

Even over here you have quite a reputation.

- Huh. Thanks.

- First, welcome to our country.

Now how may I help you, Mr. Fong?

- How very funny, I was going to ask you the same thing,

now how may I help you sir?

- Well, what exactly did you have in mind, then?

- Well sir, my agency is offering to provide money.

The destruction of the Golden Triangle poppy fields

has caused repercussions unfortunately,

all of the syndicates have united.

They're the ones who are murdering your agents.

Revenge, so our sources say.

- I'd sure like to know who your sources are,

it's news to me.

- You need outside help.

And that's why I was sent here,

not to do the job personally you understand.

Oh no, I have others in mind for that.

Now we have reason to believe that the mind of this organization

Is still in Hong Kong.

- All right, what do you want from me?

- Your authorization for one thing.

Now the group I have in mind come highly recommended.

They're, uh,

the Iron Angels.

- Mmm, I know them.

(metal parts jangle)

- Seems your world IS coming undone.

- Good point, sir.

But to bring the Iron Angels in,

we don't have the money.

- Money's our specialty this year,

makes a world of difference Commissioner.

(gentle music)

- [Client] Mr. King, thank you for a job well done.

- [King] It was our pleasure, sir.

- Thanks to your help, we've managed to recover

the million Franks stolen from our Swiss account.

- [King] Excellent.

- I never would've imagined thieves could gain access

to our main computer and steal money from us.

- And did you make a deposit into my account?

- [Client] But of course, Mr. King

and thank you once again.

- Glad to have been of assistance, goodbye sir.

- The commissioner's on the line, John.

- Thanks.

- Well hello George,

long time no see. What can I do for you?

- Hi there. - Commissioner.

Good to see you.

- John, I'd like you to meet Bill Fong

of the Drug Enforcement Agency.

- How'd you do?

- John here is the director of the Iron Angels.

(upbeat music)

(copier whirring)

(shows clicking)

(drawer rumbles)

- Hey, throw me your eradicator.

(whooshing sound) (jar rattles)

- Hmm, thank you.

- Hey Mona, you find that file?

- Have you got any mail for me?

- What about me?

- And me?

- How about me?

- Anything for me?

- Hey Mona, the Tong Sing file.

- Comin' right up.

(file clatters)

(drawer rattles)

(footsteps tapping)

- Mr. Wong--

- My air reservation for Taiwan, has it been made?

- Not yet.

- Well, make it now young lady.

(phone clattering)

I don't want to have to swim there tomorrow.

(Wong chuckles)

(door clicks)

(woman giggles) (phone ringing)

- Hello?

Hey Mona. - Right!

- Mona here. - [John] This is John.

- Oh, hi John!

- [John] I got a big one, I need ya.

- How long do you think it'll take?

- [John] That's hard to say.

- That big, huh?

- [John] I'm bringing Angel One in from Japan.

- You mean it?

(people shouting) (sparring sounds)

(dramatic music)

- Hold it.

- Sir. - Sir.

- Now watch. - Yessir.

- Throw your right arm,

you catch his wrist between your two.

Right hand here.

Left hand under, right hand over.

Grab and twist!

You can continue, If you wish.

You understand?

- Yes, I think so.

- Well, work on it.

(people shouting) (scuffling sounds)

All right, let's break it.

Form a circle.

Toshi, you.

(fists smacking)

(men grunting)

(fists smacking) (man groaning)

- Yaahhh! - Hyah!

(body thuds) - You all right?

- Yes sir, I'm all right.

- Good.

(gentle music)

- Good luck sir. - You are in charge now.

Make sure they do well.

- You can count on us.

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

- That's her.

- John!

(Helen laughing)

(kissing sounds)

(Mona giggles)

- Let me introduce you two.

Mona, this is Helen.

- Hello

- Uh Helen, where's your luggage?

- Thank you, love. That was very sweet of you.

- Yeah, thanks. You haven't changed a bit, have you?

- Hey, wait... - Isn't he a little young?

Uhh...

Miss?

- He's calling you, Helen.

- I am sorry, but I must go.

- But you said, yunno... (Helen sighs)

- I'll take that.

- For being such a dear, here.

(all laughing)

- So where to now?

- We got a date with Angel One, let's go.

- Oh!

(upbeat music)

- Kenji Kang, hmm?

- It's been a long time, Number One.

- Yes it has.

- Welcome aboard Kenji.

- Thanks John.

Oh, I'd like you to meet. Helen,

this is Keniji.

- Hello

- That's what I call a man!

(all chuckling)

- Hak Chen!

(both grunting)

(both laugh)

- Back in business, huh?

- Yeah, it's real tough one, I'm gonna need your help.

- You got it, Keniji.

- This time, we're going right into the lion's den.

(singing in Chinese)

- She's very good.

- I told you.

- Yes you did.

Drink?

- To us. - To us.

(singing in Chinese)

- You sing too? - No.

- Yeah, she is good. - Uhuh.

(applause)

Very good, Helen.

- Thank you.

But what good is it doing?

I've been here a week and nothing has happened.

I wanna see some action.

- Now stop your whining.

Tonight might be your lucky night.

- Oh! John, are you proposing?

- On, Bill.

- John. - Have a seat.

- Thanks.

- Can I bring you something to drink, sir?

- Uhh, yeah, I'll have a gin and tonic.

- Very good sir.

- Have you, er, made any progress?

- Hey, who is this guy? - Helen, cool it.

He's the guy who's got all the money.

- Ohh, that guy!

- Your table's over here sir.

- You're the one who's from the States, right?

- Hush!

- Eh, your friends have already arrived Mr. Chan,

there they are, Mr. Chan.

(cocktail jazz plays)

- So you're our man from America.

- Ah! You mustn't say that, consider me your financer.

- This is Mr. Kwak, Universal Chemicals.

- Mr. Chan.

- Mr. Chan, pleasure to meet you.

- My pleasure.

Won't you join us, right over there, thank you.

- Mr. Chan has read your proposal.

- Well, let me introduce you to my Angels.

Bill, this is Mona, Keniji, Helen.

- Hi.

(jazz music)

(Helen gasps)

- Not this guy.

A toast, to our financer.

- You stay out here, this way, Mr. Kwak.

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(door thuds)

(upbeat music)

(phone ringing) (weights clank)

- What is it?

Uhuh.

(keyboard clicking)

(computer beeping)

(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)

- So what are they paying you?

Whatever it is, it's not enough.

We can make a deal, I want your boss, not you.

Take a look out your window.

Not over there.

Take a look over on your left,

that's it.

Come on down, we can talk.

(dramatic music)

(acid hissing)

(person whistling) (silenced gunshot)

- Come on out, where are you?

(barrel clanging)

Ahh!

Get me down, get me down!

Are you crazy? Get me outta here!

Hey, where you going with this thing?

What're you doing?

(person screaming) (car crashing)

Oh no, not that!

Dear God!

- Talk. - Oh my god. No it's true,

I dunno anything, no, no!

(machine grinding)

(man shouting) - All right, all right!

Dai Nippo Company!

(machinery stops)

(sighing)

- Thank you.

Chan Lo and Madam Sue.

They're the ones, they're the directors

of the Dai Nippo company.

- Now that we know who they are,

we gotta get something on 'em.

I want a complete rundown on this company.

- Yes sir.

- Those watches are for you, take one each.

They're high powered transmitters.

We can track you up to 300 miles.

- You can have the pretty one.

- If we need to make contact with you,

those tracking devices will start to blink.

(watches beep)

If you need help, hit the time-setting device.

We'll know right where you are.

(machine beeping)

- Be careful tonight.

(dramatic music)

(engine revving)

- Goodnight. - Keep your eyes open.

- Don't worry, we will.

(dramatic music)

(device beeping)

- All clear.

You know what to do. Let's do it.

(door scrapes)

(door scrapes)

(papers shuffling)

(cup clanging)

(dramatic music)

Anything?

(dramatic music)

(device beeping)

- What've you got?

- Lay 'em down. (camera clicks)

Okay, next. (camera clicks)

(camera clicking)

Hold it, that one too.

(dramatic music)

- But it's just a purchase order for toy rabbits.

- Look at the weight allowance.

- 200 tons, seems a lot.

- And you keep a purchase order like this

in your files, don't you?

Not in the safe.

- Yeah, you're right.

(camera clicking)

- Pier seven. Hey-- (objects crashing)

(lock rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(wind blowing)

(people laughing) (whip cracking)

(man groaning)

(woman cackling)

(man grunting)

(woman laughing)

- Ooohh...

(man exclaims)

(woman laughs)

- Someone broke into the executive offices last night.

- So what are you doing here?

(man grunts) (body thuds)

- I was reporting the incident to you.

I wasn't in charge, it wasn't my fault.

- I don't like bad news.

- Don't hit me again.

- You...

are to find out who it was.

Do we understand each other?

- Uhuh! - Mmmh.

(men grunting)

- Oh, she was great. - You have all the luck.

- It wasn't luck.

- Hey, who are they?

- How should I know?

- Let's take a look. - Let's check it out.

- Hey, wake up you two,

shoulda gone to a hotel.

- Yeah, there's one just down the block.

- Poor guy looks all confused.

- Get it together!

Cute little thing, huh? - Yeah, nice, very nice.

- About another half hour ought to do it.

- Did you see the way he looked?

- Hey, what's that car doing there?

- Just a couple of lovers.

You should have seen the look on his face.

It would a killed ya, honest!

- Yeah. Alright.

Now how about getting those trucks loaded

SO we can get out of here?

Go on.

- Sure, okay.

(tense music)

- He's gone.

- Sorry about that.

- What do you think?

- Well, it came from Burma.

It's gotta be dope or guns.

- Oh. - I'd say

it was dope.

- So what do you wanna do?

Check out those fish barrels?

- That's the only way we'll find out.

I want you to stick with the car.

(barrel clanks)

(barrel clanks) (tense music)

(engine revs)

Alright, go on.

- Hey, you wanna see that show tonight?

(upbeat music)

- Hey Sherman, how are we doing?

- Ah, almost done.

(engine rumbles)

I'll check out this last truck.

Okay, that's it.

Tell him we're on our way.

(engine revving) (tires squeal)

(people shouting)

(engine roaring)

(barrier smashes)

(water splashing)

(gunfire)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Yes?

- [Henchman] Madam Sue, the Angels got the drugs from us.

- The Angels!

(parcel smacks) (water splashing)

- Well, how was it, everything all right?

Was there much shooting or what?

Hey.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(gentle music)

(engine starts)

- How much would you say it's worth, John?

- About three million.

We cut off supplies from Thailand.

They must have stores in Burma.

- Wow, that means we're rich!

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello, certainly. It's for you, John.

Take it on one.

I don't recognize the voice.

- Hello, this is John.

Meet who? Oh you don't say,

Madam Sue.

- So they're already on to us.

- Very well, yes, looking forward to it.

Two o'clock's fine.

Yes, uhuh, I'll be there alone, bye-bye.

- She wants to negotiate. - Mm-hmm.

Kitty, will you bring the map over here, please?

- Yes, sir. - Helen.

Now here's what we'll do.

(moped engine revs)

(intriguing music)

(water splashing)

- [Server] Telephone sir.

- Oh thank you. Hello?

- Mr. King, you're very punctual.

- I thank you, how very kind of you to notice.

- Now you realize you have something that belongs to me.

- I thought it belonged to your organization.

- Oh? You're talking to the organization!

How much do you want?

- It's not exactly money that I'm after.

Would you like to know what I want, huh?

- Sure.

- You are to release all your prisoners

and the killings stop as of now.

- Those terms are ridiculous.

- II don't think so.

- I do not think that you realize

who you're dealing with, Mr. King.

No one intimidates me.

It is I who do the intimidating

of fools like you.

(tense music)

(street noise) (car doors thud)

(intriguing music) (motorcycle engine revs)

(engine revs)

(car engines rev) (street noise)

(tires squeal)

- Hey, look who showed.

- Ah! He just can't seem to stay away from me.

(chuckling)

(tense music)

(insects chirping)

- Hey, Mackie. - Yeah?

- Check the back. - Right.

(tense music)

- Throw me a lighter.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

(upbeat music)

(insects chirping)

- Up you go.

(handle clicks)

- Howie. - What is it?

- Chang wants you to play cards.

(man laughs)

- Once a sucker, always a sucker.

(insects chirping)

(tense music)

- Freeze, put your hands on your head.

(man chokes)

- Hey, what was that?

(horn blares) (engine roars)

(tires squeal)

(racy music)

- Hi! - Hey, look at that.

(catcalling) - Well hello baby.

- Hi. (door thuds)

- Hey, get a load of this.

- I wonder if you nice boys would be so kind

as to help me find out where I am on this little ole map here.

I was on-- now don't point that big old thing at me.

I was on this road here.

Oh is that a road? I thought it was a river.

(tumbling, scuffle)

Hey, what's this black line?

- Hey Ching, what's the matter?

- Oh, nothing. Keep your eyes on the front.

- Uh, I'll check around the back.

- But that's an auxiliary road.

- You think about.

- Hey, your trunk is open, lady.

- No no no no! Mustn't touch.

It's not nice to look at a girl's personal things.

(footsteps tapping) (lock clicks)

- Ahh! - Ah, that's Ching.

(people grunting) (scuffling)

(varied gunfire) (body thuds)

- They're dead. (Mona gasps)

Get the other one.

(laughing) - Sounds so easy.

(suspenseful music)

- All you have to do is go back and take there.

- I think I've got it now.

- [Helen] You been so nice.

- You follow my directions, you won't get lost.

- I sure will!

- Bye-bye, y'all.

(tires squeal)

- Cover that car! (weapons click)

- Get out.

(dramatic music)

(punches strike)

(guns rattle)

- Stay out of this.

(grunting) (punches strike)

(fighting sounds) (groans)

- Let her go.

(punches striking)

(groans, shouts)

(automatic gunfire)

(engine revving) (tires squeal)

(varied gunfire)

(gentle music)

(lock clanks)

(door thuds) (chains clicking)

(door thuds)

- That man's got more guts than brains.

- What was he doing there?

I mean, there was no reason for it.

- Yes, there is.

I suggested that he come along

and wear one of our tracking devices

so that when he got caught,

we would know where Madam Sue was.

Because she would be with him.

- That's horrible!

- Bird brain.

- Helen, how could you do that to him?

- You're an idiot.

- Helen, his death will be on your conscience.

- You're callous.

- You're heartless and cruel.

That's what you are.

- So what do we do then?

(gentle music)

(engine rumbling)

(hood slams)

(bow swooshes) (hook clanks)

(men chattering)

(engine revving) (gate smashes)

(tires squeal) (varied gunfire)

(glass shatters) (gunfire)

(explosion roars)

(person groans) (gunfire continues)

(upbeat music)

(gunfire) (helicopter noises)

(glass smashing)

(grenade explodes) (men groaning)

(automatic gunfire)

(grenade explodes) (screams)

(man shouting)

(footsteps tapping) (heavy breathing)

(men grunting) (glass shattering)

(grenade explodes)

(Helen grunts)

- Helen, you hurt? - Uh-uh.

- Are you sure? - Uhuh.

-You didn't have to be that gung-ho.

- What do you care?

I'm a bird brain, remember?

(footsteps tapping) (gun fires)

(Helen exclaims) (body thuds)

- Thanks, I owe you one.

- Uh, forget it, it was a pleasure.

- Okay, let's look for Bill.

He's around here somewhere.

(engines roaring) (tires screech)

(flowerpots crashing) (footsteps tapping)

(gun fires)

(door bangs)

- You okay?

- Yeah fine.

I knew you'd come back and get me.

- Mmh - Let's go!

(varied gunfire)

(heavy gunfire)

(footsteps tapping) (panting)

- Over there!

(door crashes) (gunfire)

(men screaming)

(grenade explodes) (men scream)

(helicopter whirring)

(upbeat music)

- Hurry! - They're right behind us.

(automatic gunfire)

- Go on, jump.

- Want me to hurt myself? Look how far it is!

- Jump I said! (Helen screaming)

(tense music)

(bodies thud)

(gunfire)

(fists smack) (men grunt)

(helicopter sounds)

- I still can't believe I jumped from that height.

I felt like my stomach was in my mouth.

Hey, what are you doing? Ow, that burns!

- You gotta be disinfected.

- Will you quit it? (Helen blows on knee)

Hey, we did it, we done cleaned up the gang.

So I guess we're done, now we can go on a vacation.

- Have you forgotten Madam Sue?

- Right, with Madam Sue on the loose,

the case is far from over.

- And Bill might have a hard time

convincing his boss it's over too, am I right?

Well, if the Iron Angels

think that it's all over, I'll arrange payment.

- You know, money isn't the only thing.

There's integrity.

I'll tell you when the job's done.

- Whatever you say.

- So long as we understand each other.

(gentle music)

- Hi. - Ehh...

- I have to go to the toilet.

- You shouldn't say it so loud.

Your nanny will take you.

(man chuckles)

(man grunts) (bowl crashes)

What's the matter?

(hands clap shoulders) - They'll be all right.

You're going to talk.

- What about? (Helen scoffs)

- You'll see, someone wants to talk to you,

here, say hello.

- Yeah, hello.

- [Kid] Daddy, this nice lady said

I could go play at her house.

Is it alright with you if I go daddy?

- Yes, it's all right with me, my pet.

- [Kid] Thank you, daddy!

- All right, let's go.

- And my little girl?

- She'll not be hurt.

She's in good hands.

Get your car and meet me in the car park.

(engine rumbling)

(door clicks)

(doors banging)

(footsteps tapping)

(scuffling, shouts) (strikes landing)

(groans) (tumbling)

(punches strike) (footsteps tapping)

(glass shatters)

(body thuds) (glass shatters)

(choking, groans)

- Had enough? - Ugh, yes.

Help me up.

(groaning)

- You're not under arrest.

I'm not a cop. (footsteps tapping)

I am only here to reason with you Chan,

not to cause you any harm.

I want you to stop these killings.

- I wish I could stop the killings.

It's caused me nothing but trouble.

- Oh, so it's Madam Sue's idea”?

- Yes, and she won't quit.

She has a fixation on revenge.

- Hmm. Okay, thanks for the chat.

- Hey, wait a second.

Are you one of the Angels?

- I'll give you one for free.

She's planning something.

I don't know what it is she's planning,

but it's something on a large scale.

- Oh?

- I'm not involved.

All I know is that four numbers are the key.

I don't know what the numbers are

and I don't know what the numbers mean.

- Thanks.

(door bangs)

Oh, your daughter, she's back in bed at your house.

Goodnight.

(engine starts)

(engine revs) (tires screech)

- Four numbers Is the key. Hmm.

How we gonna find out what they are?

- Why not have our little boy wonder find out.

- Helen! - Why not?

All right, I'm sorry.

- You forget Helen, he's the one who's paying us.

- I don't forget anything, alright?

I risk my neck for this incompetent idiot.

And when I find him, what condition is he in?

There wasn't a scratch on him, look at his clothes.

The rest of the prisoners were either dead or dying.

Now why was he being treated so well?

Maybe he could answer that.

- Bah! - You realize what you're saying?

You're as good as accusing him

of being on Madam Sue's payroll.

- I'll find out what those numbers are.

Then perhaps you'll see that I'm on your side.

- Yeah wonder boy, you do that.

(gentle music)

(waves lapping)

(glasses clinking) (general bar chatter)

(blows smoke)

- Whiskey soda, please.

- Where's Madam Sue?

(people chattering) (ominous music)

(man mumbling)

I'm looking for Madam Sue.

(gasps) (footsteps thudding)

(door clatters)

(footsteps tapping)

- [Henchman] We hear you're looking for Madam Sue.

We'll take you to her.

- Huh!

(tense music)

- All right, all right.

(door slams)

- He's the one, Mr. Curious.

- Here, he had this on him.

(punches smacking)

(pistol rattles)

(kick strikes) (Bill groans)

(grunts) - You two can go.

- [Both] Yes, thank you!

- Oh my, yes you are persistent, aren't you?

It's so nice to see you again.

Why don't you come over here and sit down?

Oh, go right ahead.

I won't hurt you.

Are you thinking of joining our organization

or is there yet another reason you're here,

which one is it?

- I'll tell you exactly why I'm here.

The key, four numbers.

- Four is correct.

(Sue laughing)

Why, how quaint, how direct you Americans

are so subtle In your approach.

Do you really think that I would tell you?

- Yes, I really think that you would.

There's just a single bullet in there, but it's all I need.

Now you're planning something big

and I'm here to find out what it is.

- You must be insane to think

I would tell you. When our poppy fields were destroyed,

I had to look for other fields of endeavor.

And I am happy to say that I found the solution.

You're going to kill me, are you?

Go ahead. What's stopping you?

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

After all, I'm only a poor, defenseless young lady.

Ah, but don't let that stop you.

Would you like me to come closer

SO you can get a better shot?

(zipping sound) (dramatic music)

(Sue shouts) (striking sounds)

(Bill groans)

And now what have you to say, Yankee boy?

- Go ahead, kill me.

(groans)

- Of course, you will die very slowly,

I will see to that.

(Bill grunts) (Sue laughs)

(footsteps tapping)

- Where can he be?

- Where? Why don't you ask her?

- Oh! - Keniji.

- I'll see if there's anything new on the computer.

(ominous music)

- That's nice, isn't it?

I'll tell you those numbers that you wanted.

Isn't that nice of me, ready?

(Bill exclaims)

They're one, nine... eight seven! Ahahaha!

(device beeps) (printer chugging)

- It's from Bill, he's transmitting!

Four numbers are the key.

They are as follows: one,

nine, eight, seven.

- One, nine, eight, seven.

That could mean anything.

- What else? Did he mention if he's all right?

(sounds no)

(Bill grunting) (device beeping)

(printer chugging)

- "I'm really not such an incompetent idiot.

Sorry I won't be with you, good luck."

(Helen crying)

(somber music)

(paper rustles)

Well, there they are, one, nine, eight, seven.

Well Bill, you've done your share.

Now it's up to us.

(cocktail pouring)

(people chattering)

(gentle music)

One, nine, eight seven. - Two brandies.

- Take good care of them Cindy,

they're friends. - I will.

Oh, that's nice.

Is that the birthday present George gave you?

- Mm-hmm., - A golden rabbit.

What made him think of that idea?

- 'Cause I was born in the year of the rabbit.

That's what made him think of it.

- Rabbit.

- Well, you are one real lucky lady.

- Yep.

- 1987, that was the year.

Sure, that's it.

That's right, uh-huh, I'm on my way.

(receiver clatters)

(computer beeping)

Have you got anything?

- They're being shipped out tomorrow

and there's a big gold shipment today.

- Bullion?

- That's right, at two o'clock, thirty million.

Do you think that's it?

- Tell John what you told me.

(tense music) (forklift rumbling)

(footsteps tapping)

- He has the commissioner's authority.

- All right, what is it?

- Get him on the phone now.

(engine rumbling)

(door bangs)

- Okay control, ready to go.

- Hold on, they're ready to go sir.

- Yes, Sir.

Okay Amed one, you're being cleared.

(engine revving)

- Hold it.

- Okay. (lock clicks)

(door thuds) (suspenseful music)

(garage door rumbles) (engine revs)

- Okay, the rabbit's outta the cage.

- This is Shotgun one.

- Okay, here.

- Everything's okay, sir. - Mmhmm.

- Rabbit's on schedule.

(footsteps tapping) (upbeat music)

(bullets clicking)

(engine rumbling)

- [Radio] Armored one, check in please.

- This is Armored one, everything okay.

(street noise)

- Rabbit's in the warren.

(engines revving)

- Heading out of tunnel now.

- Everything all right? - Yes sir.

(street noise)

- Rabbit's leaving the warren. Prepare the pots.

- Got it. (radio squelch)

(engine revving)

(street noise) (suspenseful music)

(liquid splashing)

(engine roars) (tires squeal)

- Proceeding on schedule.

(engine noises)

(flames roar)

(tires squealing) (metal crunching)

(cars smashing) (men yelling)

(pistol fires)

(metal slams)

(heavy gunfire)

(men grunting)

(glass shatters)

(engine revs)

- [Radio] Armored one, come in please.

- Armored one here. - Everything all right?

- [Radio] Just fine.

- That's the driver, sir.

- Ask him where he is.

- Report your location number one.

- In seventh heaven. (man gasps)

(engine rumbling)

(puddles splash)

♪ We're in the money, la-la, lah lah lah ♪

- Go all right?

- Fantastic, fantastic!

(engine revs) (bumper strikes)

- Hey! (door slams)

(motor revs) (concrete pours)

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

(device beeping)

- Hey, we've just lost contact with Angel One.

- I can't breathe in here!

I gotta get out, help me!

- What's going on?

- Kenji's signal, we've lost it.

- Oh, what do we do?

- The signal's last point of origin

Is where they're building the bridge near the airport.

The exact location is the construction site.

According to the computer readout.

- Maybe he needs help. - All right, we'll give him an hour

and then we'll move in.

- I can't stand sitting around this office doing nothing.

So make with the ideas.

See if the manufacturer of those rabbits has a gold smelter.

(computer beeping)

(lights crackling)

(man grunting)

- Let me out!

(gentle music)

(sirens blaring)

Help!

Uh?

(police chatter) (sirens)

Hey, down here!

Hey, down here.

- [Radio] I have a 105 on Church Street.

(gentle music)

- Nothing at all, sir. - Very well.

- Shall we continue looking?

- Move them out. - All right, you guys.

(man crying)

(device beeping)

(flames roaring)

(fire crackling)

(cast clanks) (tense music)

- Helen, why do I have to wear this outfit?

- I told you, because of the buttons,

besides it looks good on you.

(door clicks)

(engine revs)

- Madam Sue, Chan is ready to go.

While they're checking these out,

we get away with the real stuff.

- You can move out now. - Yes Sue.

(door clicks)

(engines rumble)

- Madam Sue, you think we can trust him?

- Of course, he loves his daughter.

(jackhammer chugging)

(rubble splintering)

(upbeat music)

- His signal's back, it's still in the same place!

- Good, inform the commissioner. - Yes sir!

(roof crashes)

(pistol smacks) (body thuds)

- Hey, what?--

(gun fires)

(Kenji groans) (body thuds)

(pistol fires) (bodies thud)

(gun fires) (richochet sound)

(hands clapping)

- I really admire your endurance.

You've been locked up for quite some time,

yet you have energy to burn.

Admirable.

- I thought you weren't going to be involved.

- Fortunes of war.

Aren't you a little weak?

- You leave the gold and you can go.

(Chan laughing)

- You really mean to stop me.

- Yes! (punches strike)

(shouting) (splashing)

(Keniji shouting)

(punching, fight sounds)

- We're even and, just for the record,

if I don't take the gold, she'll kill my kid.

(footsteps tapping)

- Chan isn't back yet.

You think something's gone wrong?

- You-- check it out. - At once.

(dramatic music)

- Cops!

- Hold it right there. (tires screeching)

- Hold it!

- [Police] C'mon, move it, move it.

- Keniji! You all right?

- Yeah, fine.

Ask that guy.

- [Police] Well, that about wraps it up.

Good job.

- I hope your little girl's all right,

(clap hands) (Keniji chuckles)

- I've gotta go. - Thanks for your help.

- Keniji, I've lost contact with the girls.

They went to the Dai Nippo company.

(dramatic music) (forklift rumbles)

- [Guard] Why shouldn't I buy it?

I gotta good deal.

I got a twenty year first...

- Sounds good Joe.

- Yeah, see you later.

(smack)

(pistol strikes) (guard grunts)

(doors click)

- Well I really did. - Come on, you're kidding.

- Honest, I really did. It took two weeks, but I did.

(tense music)

- Hurry them up. - Yes ma'am.

All right, let's not be all day!

- Hey, those things are really heavy.

- Hey, you guys keep it going.

- Right. (footsteps tapping)

- Toy rabbits? (shelves crashing)

(objects clattering)

(people grunting) (fight sounds)

(body thuds)

(objects clattering)

- What now?

- Use your buttons.

(men yelling) (strikes thudding)

(forklift engine rumbles) (gunfire)

(shelves, parts clatter)

(pipe strikes) (man groans)

(pipe wooshes) (shouting)

(gunfire)

(button explodes) (men yelling)

Throw your buttons and do it now.

- There they are! (button explodes)

(button explodes) (men yelling)

- Now you know why you wore that outfit.

(tense music)

- Madam Sue, where is she?

(button explodes)

(button jingles)

- I didn't think you'd need the buttons in the front.

- You, how I detest you.

Now you're going to die.

I'm going to kill you both.

- Sure you are, just come and get it.

- A pleasure.

(women shouting) (kicks striking)

(yelling) (crate smashes)

(spray hisses) (acid sizzles)

(upbeat music) (engine rumbles)

(women shouting) (fight sounds)

(groans) (punches strike)

(gasps)

(tires screech)

(Sue shouting)

(lumber breaks)

(hose whooshing) (shouts)

(pipe hissing)

(groans)

(lumber snaps) (groans)

(metal slams) (bones cracking)

(labored breathing)

- Keniji.

(tense music) (gasping)

(Sue shouting)

(gunshot) (body thuds, metal clanks)

Keniji.

- Are you hurt bad?

- No, I'm fine.

- Mona, where's Helen?

(Helen sighs)

- Do you get the number of that truck?

(gentle music)

- She hates everything here. The doctors, the food.

(both laughing)

(door clicks) (footsteps tapping)

What happened?

(Helen chuckles)

- They'll be all right Keniji.

- Yeah, I wouldn't hurt 'em,

only they wouldn't give me anything good to eat.

So I, I drugged them all and went out and bought my own food.

(Keniji scoffs) (Mona chuckles)

And what about you guys?

Oh, you can see the way he looks at you.

Have you already asked her?

- 1, uh...

(laughing)

(Keniji chuckles)

She's dangerous!

-Can I come in?

That was an excellent job you did, congratulations.

- Thank you, but what good is it?

We certainly didn't make any money out of it.

(person laughing)

- You're wrong Helen.

A large check has just been put into your account.

- Who put it there?

- Fong, who else?

- You mean that Bill...

- Is very much alive. For a while he...

- So where is he?!

- In the next room.

- Oh, let me outta here, I wanna see him!

(all yell) (Helen screams)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)