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Please. You're the only one I can count on.

Please take this job.

I'll do it.

Thank you. This opens up future possibilities. Again, my thanks.

I don't trust people enough to give them my arm.

That's why I don't shake hands, either.

A-all right. I'll follow all of your rules.

Don't do anything foolish till after the job's done.

Yeah. I'll just lay low.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Damn Oriental!

Hurry up and call the police!

It's no good. They're both dead.

H-hey! This one's still alive!

Call an ambulance!

Atemonai michi bakari wo furafura aruite ita

Ima doko wo mezashite, nani wo shite ii no ka mo

Kimi ga suki na ano kyoku, car stereo no volume wo

Saidai ni shite, kimochi katameru

Kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippoutsuukou wo

Kimi ni oitsuku you na speed de

So faraway, hashiridasou!

Brake nante fumanaide yukou, zenkai de

Oh someday, itsu no hi ka

Darenimo mitsukaranai you na my place

Me ni wa mienai mono, koshou shita toki

Shuuri suru houhou, boku shidai

So faraway, hashiridasou!

Reset shite, tomo ni start da, genkai mo

Oh someday, itsu no hi ka

Kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream

The "Skill" of Angels and Devils

What was that?!

Why shouldn't I operate?

The man's right arm was punctured by car shrapnel.

With wounds that bad, we should contact Dr. Cutter.

He's not on duty, is he?!

Christ! It's always "Cutter, Cutter"!

Poor thing.

If that man operates on him, he'll be lucky if he can even move his wrist again.

Who's this "Cutter" you just mentioned?

Oh, you haven't met him yet, have you?

He's our orthopedic surgeon. He has the hands of an angel, that man!

The hands of an angel?

Dr. Cutter is the only one who could get this man's right arm back to normal.

This is quite a party, Mr. Wasan.

If so, it's thanks to all of you.

You truly are the greatest philanthropist in North America.

Throwing a party like THIS to benefit the orphans...

It's simply a fund-raising event for the orphanage I run.

No, it's not as simple as that.

You don't just raise children, you make them succeed in society as well.

Thank you. Because of your cooperation...

That's right. By way of thanking you for this evening, -

I think I'll show you all something interesting.

Yann.

Yann!

Allow me to introduce someone who was raised in my orphanage.

Yann, let's show them those hands of yours.

From the left, Beethoven's 9th symphony, -

Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries, Schubert's Erlk�nig...

And the fourth one?

How tricky, adding just one pop CD. Shirley Bassey's "Goldfinger".

Splendid!

Dad. It's an early day tomorrow, so I'll be going now.

Oh, is that so? In that case, take my car.

Thank you.

Well, everyone. If you'll please excuse me.

Mr. Wasan, just what is he? A psychic? Or a magician?

No. He simply read the faint indentations inscribed on the face of the CDs.

He can do that?!

He's a gifted orthopedic surgeon.

Using just the sensations in his fingertips, not his eyes, -

he can grasp the location of delicate nerves and muscles, and repair them flawlessly.

His name is Yann Lee Cutter.

He truly has the hands of an angel.

You are our pride.

Give it a rest, Fred. You're the one who's always by Dad's side, giving me peace of mind.

You know, one of Dad's employees was killed.

What was that?!

Dad has helped out a lot of us immigrant kids, and it looks like someone doesn't like that.

I know back in his younger days, Dad was a hellion. He got into a few things...

Yeah. What he's doing now is meant to atone for all that.

What do you want?

Sorry I couldn't make it to the party, Samuel Beauly Wasan.

You were never even invited.

Still, I have to come and collect an important package.

Unfortunately, I have nothing to give you, asshole.

What?

I'm sure it would cause a stir in the media:

Gubernatorial candidate Albert Stantz

was once the leader of the infamous street gang the Illinois Angels.

With anarchic glee, you robbed, raped and killed. That's the kind of boss you were, Stantz.

You were no different, were you?

That's right. We can erase our gang tattoos, but we can't erase the past.

Well, whatever. The only reason I called was to warn you.

Warn?

I've called in an assassin to Chicago. A first-rate sniper.

If you just hand over the photograph, I'll reconsider.

YOU'RE the one who'll reconsider. Let's see how your gubernatorial race goes.

That photo is going public shortly. You're going to have the life choked out of you.

If you do that, you'll destroy yourself, too!

If I can take you with me, I'll do it gladly.

And we're such old friends... Too bad. Well, take some time to think about it.

Let's see if it's worth getting yourself killed over.

A first-rate sniper...

We shouldn't take the car if we're drinking.

Then let's just leave it.

Dr. Cutter.

Asshole!

Fred!

He's just unconscious.

Who are you?!

My arm. Take a look at my arm.

Just go to a hospital!

Here's my chart.

I've heard of your skill. That's why I want YOU to operate on my right arm.

These are serious wounds.

I'll pay you the appropriate compensation. Will you do it?

It's not possible.

A patient as badly wounded as you can't just be operated on.

Your nerves are anesthetized, so I can't accurately Gauge the damaged areas.

I can give you first aid for now, then see how things stand in three to six hours.

Then comes a thorough inspection, and THEN we can operate.

There's no time for that!

Do it now.

I could stick my fingertips into the wounds and search for the damaged areas...

That would take time, and if I accidentally miss something, it's all over!

You still want to do it?

Yes, do it.

All right. I'll do my best.

First, I want to see both your hands.

I want to see with my own hands if yours are as good as they say.

What is this sensation?

Just who is this man?!

You really don't want anesthesia?

There's no need.

I'm sure you've heard of him before...

Golgo 13.

"The sniper with the devil's skill", eh?

I'm glad you know of him. If I give the signal, Golgo will refrain from pulling the trigger.

What do you say?

Fred.

Sir.

Please look after those two.

Do you know what you're saying?!

Of course.

You're a fool. Just hurry up and die!

That wasn't good.

What wasn't?

Saying Golgo 13's name.

That story about a signal was made up, too. If he should hear of that...

I'd be rubbed out?

Golgo views clients who break his rules as traitors.

And HOW could he hear of this?

More to the point, once Wasan's dead, hurry and get that photo back.

Everything is in place.

All right, clench your fist.

Slowly...

And open.

Okay. That's extraordinary progress for it being three weeks after surgery.

You should be fine now. They could examine you more thoroughly if you went to a hospital...

No. I'm fine with your eyes and hands.

What's your relation to Samuel Beauly Wasan?

That's you with Mr. Wasan, isn't it?

Ah, he's my benefactor. Like my dad.

I'm a Chinese immigrant.

When my parents died suddenly, -

I used my hands, which had always been nimble, to pickpocket.

That's when I met my "dad". He took me in and raised me.

I'm the man I am now because he saw my talent and paid for me to go to college.

If it weren't for him, right now I'd be...

Anyway, that means your arm's miraculous recovery is also thanks to my father.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, Fred.

How's his arm? Whose?

Oh. Yeah. It'll take a bit more time.

What?!

That man is after Dad. His name is Golgo 13, and he's a world-renowned, first-rate sniper.

Sniper?

Next time he comes to see you, recommend another operation.

Then, if you cut one of his nerves, his right arm will become useless.

As a doctor, I can't do that!

So you're fine with Dad being killed?!

Hello?

It's me. Duke Togo.

Oh, you.

Send an M16 to Chicago.

Huh? Jeez, there you go again!

His orders never make any sense.

What the hell is Golgo 13 doing?!

It's just five days till the election!

When I think about that asshole making the picture public, I can't even sleep at night!

Could it be that he found out?

That you used Golgo's name to threaten Wasan.

Yes, I know. But unless YOU told him, there's no way he'd know.

But still...

Please, get out of Chicago, Dad!

This is the first and last thing I'll ask of you!

Yann.

I've been targeted by Golgo, and I'm prepared for it.

The time has come for me to pay for what I've done.

Dad...

The photographic evidence is in a bank safety-deposit box.

When I'm gone, I want you to make it public.

All right, fine.

Why would he leave his rifle at the scene?

Hey, show me that rifle!

I knew it.

This has been refitted for a left-handed shooter.

Left-handed?

Looks like I got worked up over nothing.

That's Golgo 13 all right. He's not known for his high price tag for nothing.

Now all that's left is to get the photo.

And that's that.

Yeah?

Golgo?!

You should've followed the rules, Mr. Stantz.

Wh-what did Golgo have to say?

H-he knew. He knew I... didn't follow the rules.

He's dead!

We believe Mr. Wasan and Mr. Stantz were taken out by the same shooter.

What's more, the perp left his rifles behind at the scene, one left- and one right-handed.

Do you have any idea what that might mean?

Dad, Stantz is dead. I don't know why, but it looks like it was Golgo's doing.

I won't be needing THIS anymore.

Maybe, out of a debt to me, he did this job with his left hand.

How could a man like that feel debt or gratitude?!

He's a rat who only does things for money!

Where to?

The airport. Let's go.

Duke

Duke Togo

Duke Togo...

Duke Togo... also

Duke Togo... also known

Duke Togo... also known as

Duke Togo... also known as Golgo

Duke Togo... also known as Golgo 13

Dare nimo soudan dekizu ni nayami

Fusagikonde tachidomatta mama

Ugokezu ni ita no wa

Itsu no koro datta ka na

Kitto

Hito wa jibun ga kizu tsuku to aite mo

Kizutsuiteru koto ni kizuite agerarenai, zutto

Kimi mo kurushinde ita yo ne

Onaji

Mainichi no kurikaeshi no naka

Kimi ga kawaranaide

Ite kureru kara

Watashi mo sono mama no jibun ukeirerareru

Mou kimi o hitori ni sasenai

Furueru kokoro ni sotto furete

Sabishikatta no wa jibun dake ja nai

Koto ni kizuita

Yawaraka na hizashi ni tsutsumarete

Nagasugita fuyu mo owaru ne

Kodoku o shitta bun dake kitto

Futari wa tsuyoku nareru