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San Francisco gets
worse every day.

We're late.

Did it ever occur to you
that that was the big idea?

Right.

Prince Shinosuke
regrettably is put

to the unpleasant duty
of reminding you,

as state department
representative,

over 30 years ago,
your Admiral Perry borrowed,

without consent,

the sword of celestial worth
from our people.

Now, after bitter years
of delay,

you place it within our grasp,

and then, sadly,

permit it to be
stolen again.

Please do inform
his royal highness-

Prince Shinosuke reminds
this wifeless one

that his vessel sails
with tomorrow's tide.

And if his august majesty

should return
to Japanese soil

with the bitter taste
of failure in his mouth,

and without the venerated
Sword of Kunioshi

to lay at the feet
of the emperor...

Each honor-bound
to commit seppuku.

Hara-kiri.

West, Gordon,
listen to me.

That'll be all, Reiko.

Ne ti noakari.

I don't suppose that means
anything to you, does it?

Bidding of the polite
farewell.

Yes. Yes, that's roughly
the meaning of the phrase.

It also happens to be
the name of a fanatical,

highly-placed palace group,

one of the number
which is forever jockeying

for power in Japan.

The kind of, uh,
polite farewell

they have in mind

is the complete elimination
of every shred of influence

America has managed
to acquire in Japan.

Then I take it
the return of the sword

is more than an act
of reparation on our part.

Most certainly.

It was also designed
to strengthen the hand

of a good, progressive emperor
who wishes us well.

Gentlemen, the prince's ship
sails with tomorrow's tide.

I most earnestly hope
that you have seen to it

that he also has
the Sword of Kunioshi by then.

Could Reiko help, perhaps?

Oh, Reiko didn't leave

when she was dismissed
by Mr. Finsbury, did she?

Reiko most earnestly desire
to be of assistance.

Please forgive.

All right, if you'd
like to be helpful,

just give us the name
of the character

who stole the sword.

I do not know,
Mr. Gordon.

He must-
Must have been a ta tsu gen.

Ta tsu gen?

Master of
the samurai sword?

It is my belief
he must have been.

Of course.

There can't be
too many men

that could master
the Hokkaido grip.

Please, Mr. Gordon,
could Reiko help?

Reiko, my charming
little lotus blossom

adrift
on moon-drenched waters,

I have a feeling
you already have.

It's set.

Oh!

Oh, se�or.

Se�or, I am desolate.

Please, do me the honor
to forgive me

for my clumsiness
that I bump into you.

Of course.
And, uh...

The devil himself has entered
into a pact with my cigar

to keep it unlighted.

Do you-? Aha!

Where are you
on your way to, Artie?

Up and down the lengths
of the Barbary Coast.

See if I can attract
some lightning.

Se�or, I am forever
in your debt.

My pleasure.

No, no.

By all the scars of Satan,
no, no, no!

Now, look!

There are 16 cuts permissible
to the true samurai.

And in some
extraordinary fashion,

you are managing to dishonor
every one of them.

Your sword isn't your enemy.

It's your loved one.

You caress it.

Like so!

It's good
to see you, Jim.

But you haven't
been practicing.

Your balance is off
by a good inch.

I know, and I'm
properly ashamed.

How's the vintage?

Well, they're not
bad at all.

Of course,
there isn't one of them

you couldn't take
blindfolded.

I have the feeling
you're not here

for a refresher course, Jim.

You're right.

You know this grip?

The Hokkaido grip.

Somebody tried to use
the seventh cut on me.

Would you know
of anyone that uses it?

Oh, I do indeed.

For the past year,

I've been teaching it
to all my students.

Should I take over now,
master?

Oh, yes, Haki.

Have them work up a sweat
with parries and lunges.

Who's the instructor?

Oh, Haki Sergevitch.
A Eurasian, I believe.

He arrived in town
only a week ago.

He's a marvelous teacher.

I should have
introduced you to him.

Like to meet him.

Your dagger?

"Was" would be
more accurate.

I wouldn't dream
of taking it back

from the gentleman.

That must be embarrassing,

having a dead body
on your doorstep.

Dead body?

What dead body?

I must say, you keep
a very tidy charnel house.

Extraordinary.

I suddenly realize that you
are repelled by death.

Almost as much as you're
fascinated by it.

Indeed I am.

By its glory and majesty, sir.

By its healing power
that eventually cures

the most stubborn of ailments.

By its unhurried wisdom that
solves all problems in time.

Why, with its help,
I shall even accomplish

the greatest miracle
of all-

Reduce this mountain of flesh.

Won't you honor
my humble parlor

with your presence,
Mr. West?

Flattered you know
my name.

And why should I not?

In many quarters,

you are not without
a certain measure of fame.

I, on the other hand,
am- Oh!

-merely Hannibal Egloft,
general manager

of the Aryan Pacific
Trading Company.

Rather a tacky pair
of beasties, aren't they?

Well, certainly
not up to the standard

of your, um,
other treasures.

But the little darlings
serve a most useful purpose.

They've been designed
to launch into their dreary

chirping and warbling

only at the approach
of visitors.

I find their warning
most-

For some reason,

I get the impression
that you were expecting me.

Mr. West, there are
some men in the world

who are like crossroads,
like me.

Everyone comes
to fat old Hannibal

sooner or later.

And what is it that
fat old Hannibal wants?

To serve, Mr. West.

Simply that.

There is a certain article
of great value

you're looking for.

I can put you
in touch with it.

For a fee, I suppose.

A pittance. $25,000.

And after I deliver this,

uh, pittance to you?

Then I fulfill
my share of the bargain

by putting you
in touch with...

the Dutchman.

So it's the Dutchman

that I'll have
to do business with.

Who else would dare
to pit himself

against the formidable might
of the United States Government,

and the even more
formidable might

of the Barbary Coast
underworld?

How much will
the Dutchman want?

I wouldn't dream
of presuming to speak for him

on matters of money.

But we may
confidently assume

that his price will be...

substantial.

When and where?

Festina lente,
as the Latins say, Mr. West.

"Make haste slowly."

Thank you.

As you may know, the Dutchman
is one of the faceless ones.

One does not meet him as one
meets the Queen of England

or the Emperor of China.

A trusted middleman
negotiates a brief interview,

and one is rather circuitously
conveyed into his presence.

Say, at 2:00 this morning
at the old ship chandlery

on Sausalito Beach?

I'll be there.

A small reminder,
my friend:

before the meeting
with the Dutchman,

I will expect a messenger
from you with my fee.

How does the Dutchman know
I won't set a trap?

Mr. West, you are undoubtedly
brave and resourceful,

but you do not strike me

as a man who has lost
all desire to live.

Nina Candida!

I'm not Nina Candida,
whoever she is.

Ah, the years
have blessed you.

Nina, you're more beautiful
than ever.

Sanctify me with a kiss.

Listen, you.

My name is Madame Moustache.

Now, either drink up
or ship out.

Please do give me
a bottle of your best

and two glasses.

One glass.

I don't drink
with customers.

Oh, Nina,
I am desolated by that,

but the other glass
is for my friend here.

Your friend
doesn't talk much.

My friend is a doer.

He's not a talker.

Nina, should I
tell you something

about my friend here?

My friend here
is gonna make me rich.

I tell you, I have-

You. Do you know
what I have in here? Huh?

Would you want me
to tell you?

Don't bother.

You've been up and down
the stem half the night

trying to peddle
that pick's digger.

You mean you know about
the Sword of Kunioshi?

I think he wants you
to hand over your package

before his knife
accidentally slips.

Anyone else?

Your friend won't be
needing his drink anymore.

True, Nina Candida.

Let us share it then

as we have shared

so many golden memories.

There is a real
Sword of Kunioshi, of course?

Of course.

And I am told that if one
had such an article

and was looking
for a buyer,

there would be
no better place to find one

than in this restful, blessed,

glorious place of yours.

The gentleman would like to go,
um, sightseeing.

Thank you very much,
Nina.

Till that magnificent moment

when once again I will be
gazing into the eyes...

of Nina Candida.

Oh! Mmm!

Beautiful!

Reiko...

What are you doing
following this worthless one?

Come on.

Why are you crying?

Because you and Mr. Gordon
have been so good to me.

And now because
some of my countrymen

have taken the divine
Blade of Kunioshi

away from you,

you're forced
into the dangerous task

of trying to recover it.

You mean you've been
following me

to see that nothing
happens to me?

I'm touched, Reiko.

Please take this,
Mr. West.

It is a small blade,

but in Japan we call it
tamaduci nusepu.

"Kiss of a friend."

Now, Reiko, if you really
wanna help me,

you won't follow me
anymore.

Oh, please do let Reiko stay.

Absolutely not.

You've got to go.

Reiko, it looks like
you're to stay after all.

I told the fat one that you
were to come here alone.

Didn't he tell you?

As a matter of fact,

the fat one did say something
about coming alone, but my-

My friend here
dropped in unexpectedly.

But she's ready
to leave now.

No.

Now that she's here,
she will stay.

She serves my purposes
very well.

Well, not that it makes
any difference,

but just exactly what is it
that you have in mind?

My price is,
for the return of the sword,

$1 million in negotiable
United States securities.

The fat man said
that your price

would be
substantial.

Naturally, you will
want to be assured

that the sword
is genuine.

That is where
your friend comes in.

I am told that a blade
that is keen enough

and is wielded
by a sure hand

can perform
a decapitation so deft

that the victim herself
is not immediately aware

of what has happened.

Like so.

Don't waste your time
talking to a chair.

I'm in here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Up one alley, down another.

In, out, over buildings.

What are you trying to do,
make a fool out of me?

We- We are here.

Here? Where's here?

You're in the middle
of an alley,

a filthy alley, that's all!

Now, listen, you little-

I prefer not to have
any witness around

for our little transaction.

I thought we already had one.

We're gonna have another?

I think, perhaps, yes.

I'm assured by someone
whose judgment I trust

that you very likely have
a certain sword I want.

I, in turn, have money
to pay for it.

Will you double the privacy
of my rickshaw?

Please, of what
extraction are you,

if one may ask?

Why, I am Portuguese,
of course.

Ah, so. Like ours,
a great seafaring nation.

Oh, the greatest,

if you will forgive me
for saying so.

Throughout history,

we have been experts
on the sea,

beautiful women...

and the value of a dollar.

Ah, you see.

So now we are negotiating.

I have been told that you have
in your possession

the Sword of Kunioshi.

I'm listening.

You will bring it to me
at this same spot,

7:00 tomorrow morning?

I'm still listening.

At that time, I will pay you
25,000 gold dollars.

I-I-I'm sorry,

I-I couldn't hear you-

Even though I was listening,
you understand.

because the sword,

which I do not even
admit to have,

is certainly worth
a great deal more than that.

Very true.

But you see, I only want
to borrow the sword

for the space of 15 minutes.

Only 15 minutes?

After that it will be yours
to sell again

for whatever the market
will bring.

It is to be used

in an ancient samurai
purification ritual,

which would hold
no meaning for you.

Is it agreed?

A word of caution.

Bring me the true sword,
and I will pay you.

Bring me an imitation,

and I will use it
to cut off your head.

Dutchman,
are you still here?

Here, and waiting
for your return.

You are a violent man,
Mr. West.

I am afraid I'm going to have
to return your violence.

An eye for an eye,
as the book says.

Not your eye, of course.

I still have to do
business with you.

But the girl's.

Ah, that prospect offends

your delicate sensibilities,
doesn't it?

Well, if that's the way
if has to be, all right.

But, uh, one last favor
before you harm the girl.

What favor do you want?

May I have one last kiss?

How charmingly
sentimental.

Let Mr. West
have the last kiss

he or anyone else
will ever want from the girl.

The kiss of a friend.

Enough!

My stomach is
sufficiently turned.

Don't move, Dutchman.

Move back.

Do as Mr. West says.

I believe this is
what is called

a Mexican standoff,
is it not?

Is it?

I've got this gun
pointing at you.

True, but my men now have
their guns on you,

and on the charming girl.

You're right.
It's a Mexican standoff.

I have given you your own way

in this matter, Mr. West.

Now listen to me.

$1 million
in gilt-edged securities.

You will bring them to me
at the Portuguese wharf

in two hours exactly.

And you had better
come alone.

Well...

So much
for the $1 million.

And so much for the trail.

Artie, it wouldn't
hurt your feelings

if I asked you to run
a test on that, would it?

Oh, not at all.
It's a good idea.

Check.

One triple play
coming up.

I pass the securities
onto the Dutchman.

Who happily turns over
the sword to us.

Then you take it
to Saigo

and find out why he wants
that sword for 15 minutes.

Good idea.

You know something?

That ought to be
standard equipment

in every railroad car
in America.

West, did you bring
what the Dutchman told you?

Yeah.

You have what I want?

Hand over the bag.

You hand over
the sword first.

Thank you, Mr. West,

for your most splendid
cooperation.

I hope my men will try

to make you feel welcome
in return.

Bring me the suitcase.

Jim!

Overhead!

It's in there.

Let's check this first,
Artie.

Oh.

Phony.

How do you like that?
Phony!

Artie, so were our bonds.

Oh.

You can't trust anybody
these days.

I think I know
where this leads to.

Lead on.

Gentlemen, you have
wounded me to the heart.

Make a note of that,
Artie.

From one in my profession, yes,

I would not be shocked

to have worthless securities
foisted on me.

But from the official
representative

of the United States government,
really...

You made a terrible
Dutchman.

No, you're joking.

I thought I carried
the masquerade off

rather splendidly.

You see, you never remembered
to send me my fee,

and my funds
were running low.

What do you think
the Dutchman will do

when he finds out
you've been using

his fine old name to try
to feather your own nest?

Gentlemen, I implore you.

You see before you
the last of the Eglofts.

Breathe one word of this
unfortunate transaction

and the house of Egloft
dies out.

All right,
we'll keep our mouths shut

if you'll hand over
that sword.

But I haven't got it.

That's your problem.

A mutual problem
if you still wish

to regain
the Sword of Kunioshi.

Does the Dutchman
have the sword?

Dear sirs, I haven't
the remotest idea.

Who is he?

Gentlemen,
if I told you that-

If you don't,

your masquerade
will be common gossip

all over
the San Francisco docks

within the hour.

Oh, y- You wouldn't.

Yes, I...

I can see you would.

I fear that you have me.

Gentlemen,
the key to the Dutchman.

You think I panic
so easily, gentlemen?

Now that you two
are about to have

an unfortunate fatal accident,

Dutchman need never know
about my little prank, need he?

Make a note of that,
Jim.

Ah.

Another unexpected
visitor.

Excuse me while I get rid
of whoever it is.

Oh!

It's a bomb, Artie.
Obviously.

We better get rid of it
before it goes off.

Artie, if we can't get rid
of the bomb, let's just leave.

I love the idea.

Don't mean
to sound peevish,

you got any more
bright ideas?

As it happens,
I do, Artie.

Follow me.

No, nothing.

You trying to tell me
that's the one?

Prince, your sword.

Yes, your highness.

It is the authentic sword.

But to be
absolutely certain,

one should test it
in a fight.

You're the Dutchman,
Gideon.

Since that doesn't seem
to surprise you,

why does it trouble you?

It troubles me, Gideon,
because you were my friend.

Friend?

That is your word,
not mine.

A word which epitomizes
this flabby,

self-indulgent
country of ours.

America is dead,
old friend.

Morally dead.

Only the feudal warlords
of Asia still understand

that even oceans of blood
are to be preferred

to a national existence

without rectitude
and discipline.

For this country,
there is no hope any longer.

But if by
the right use of power

I can force a return
to the old ways in Japan...

You can't force a return,
Gideon.

You're an outsider.

Not openly,

but in the coming rebellion,
by backing the winner.

I'll take the sword now.

Gideon...

You know I'm not gonna
let you take this sword.

You really believe that you're
ready to take me on?

I don't know if I can
take you on or not, Gideon.

But I had a good teacher.
Probably the best.

What about
your students?

I can promise you,

they will not add
their weight of numbers

until I have
finished with you.

Nothing could be
fairer than that.

So you win after all.

So be it!

But I still say
your balance is off by a-

So the final truth.

And the final masquerader.

The demure,
concerned daughter of Japan.

Reiko, it was a pose
all along, wasn't it?

Some of it was.

Some of it was not.

My love for Falconer,

our dreams of the power

we were going to exercise-

Those were real.

You killed Hannibal?

Of course.

He was just a fat,
bloated slug.

Why should I have
given second thought?

Those tears I saw
in your eyes once...

Were they real?

As to that,
you'll never know.

His august majesty
desires me

to acquaint you
with reasons

why this
unworthy servant

attempted to lay
contemptible fingers

upon the divine
Blade of Kunioshi.

Reasons being
briefly...

greed.

Kimberly Diamond Mines.

It's gotta be
a half million dollars.

Respectful correction.

Closer to
three-quarters million

in American money.

I return to Japan
to receive

richly merited punishment
for what I have done.

His august majesty
desires you to believe

that his existence
has been enriched

by your acquaintance.

Remarkable people,
those Japanese.

Oh, yes.

Hey, you know, their manners
are so beautiful, th-

Deign to enter this most
unworthy abode,

whoever you are.

Uh, how may me
exalt ourselves

so that, uh,
we may serve you?

Do you two feel all right?

I'm looking for
a State Department guy.

They told me he needed
an interpreter.