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(crashing gong)

(haunting eastern flute melody)

(bubbling brook)

(speaking in foreign language)

(breathy yawn)

- He'll show.

Yamata can't do business here without Yakuza approval.

- Let's just wrap it up, we've been watching for three days.

- I've been watching, you've been eating.

- I'm not really hungry you know, I'm horny.

I spend more nights with you than I do with my wife.

- [Thomas] You better go call for backup.

- Yes Mother, I'll wait this time.

(speaking in foreign language)

(fearsome grunt)

(pained cry)

(intense grunts)

(anguished shout)

(battle cries)

(hard thud)

(frustrated grunt)

(brawling yells)

(breaking crunch)

(whipping thunks)

(fearful murmur)

(grinding snap)

(growling exhale)

(howling battle)

(ringing steel)

(painful yowl)

(pained cries)

(whispering metal)

(speaking in foreign language)

(pinging gunshot)

(speaking in foreign language)

(somber chanting)

- Mitara Hoshino, watch.

Watch and see what I can do.

First the head will swim,

then the sweats and the pain,

then he will die.

There is nothing you can do.

(whipping thump)

(ringing lasers)

(distant sirens)

(speaking in foreign language)

(choking gurgle)

- Thomas?

(speaking in foreign language)

(chirping birds)

- [Reporter] Councilman Royce, do you have anything to say

to those responsible for the death of Father Munoz?

- Congratulations, you have just made the top of my list,

and we will find you.

- Karen, hi.

- Another drive by?

- You didn't hear?

- [Karen] Oh my god.

- Listen Karen, I'm really sorry.

I heard he was a friend of yours.

- Mine and about a thousand kids he saved from the streets.

Father Munoz is the only reason we don't have

a full-scale gang war on our hands.

He kept the lid on.

- Well the lid's off now.

Eyewitness saw three black males,

all dressed in purple and black.

- Icemen, Jesus.

- Mm-Hm, must've wanted it advertised too.

You wear anything but orange on Malitos turf,

you might as well have a target on your back.

Check this out, machine gun, NATO caliber.

- Where the hell did Icemen get this kind of hardware?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Listen to me, when I ask a question,

you answer you lying spic fuck.

- Wait.

My favorite ex-partner.

- Let him go.

- Sure, hold hands with him.

(speaking in foreign language)

You'll see me again beaner.

- Yeah, next time grow some hair on your head

so I can figure out which end is your ass.

(assorted chuckling)

- Ray, show a little class.

- I got somethin' else I wanna show you, sweetcakes.

- Oh really?

You wanna show me your penis, Ray?

Is that it?

Is that what it's gonna take to make you happy?

Well go ahead, whip that bad boy out here.

Just give me a second.

Damn, left my magnifying glass at home.

Let us handle this Hector.

- Sorry detective, Malitos got rules.

Ten of them for one of us.

- The Malitos also have a treaty

with the 72nd street Icemen.

- Yeah, well that treaty just left in a body bag.

- You're a leader Hector, think of the rest of these people.

- We can take care of ourselves.

- Rita, come with me please.

Please?

Look, what happened to Father Munoz

want that to happen a hundred times that?

You told me once that you wanted a fresh start.

Hector listens to you.

I need you to buy me some time

so I can find out who did this.

Please.

- Father Fernando Munoz lost his life

in a hail of machine gun fire.

The priest gained media attention when he forged

a truce between the Malitos and the Icemen,

two of the city's most violent street gangs.

Last weekend, that truce was shattered

with the drive-by shooting that took the life

of James Hobbs, 19.

Ironically, Hobbs funeral was just held today.

(soft sobs)

(foreboding music)

(low chanting)

(rumbling traffic)

(hysterical screams)

(angry grunt)

- [Thomas] LAPD, right?

- $100 even.

- For a ride from the airport?

- Next time take bus.

- [Thomas] All I got's yen.

- What's this? American joke?

- My flight was late,

I didn't have time to exchange my money.

- Sure, I haven't heard that one for almost one week.

C'mon, you pay.

Hey, you pay.

(speaking in foreign language)

C'mon, you pay.

- Follow that car, this is an emergency.

- This is emergency.

- I'll get you the money, just go.

- You pay, or I'll call cops.

- Listen to me asshole, I am a cop.

Now follow that damn car.

- Okay.

(screeching tires)

- I'm not scared of you Godzilla,

I've seen all your movies.

(snarky chuckle)

Right there.

- ID, ID.

- What is this, I don't read Martian?

Speak English?

Eng-rish?

- Eng-rish is not one of my favorite languages,

but I speak it reasonably well.

Thomas Hoshino, Kyoto Police.

I'm here to take Yamata back to Japan.

- All by yourself?

Your friend here just busted up a bar

and three cops in Japtown last week.

Now the feds want to see him,

your people want him back in Japan

they can have him teriyakied for all I care,

but not until tomorrow.

- I need to talk to him.

- Sorry.

- He's one of the men who killed my partner.

- Alright, you can ride up with us.

But keep your hands off him.

(soft chuckle)

- Hey, why is it Japanese always sounds like

worn-out transmission?

- Where's your partner?

The one who does your killing for you?

- Let me propose a business arrangement.

- You talk to me now, or I set you up.

I'll send you gifts in prison.

You'll receive special privileges.

- Your associates will be arrested.

- Hey, hey, hey-hey.

- You have until we leave.

(malicious chuckle)

- Sayonara.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

(pained groans)

- This sucker's dead.

- You can't die now you son-of-a-bitch.

- What the hell did you say to him?

- I told him I would dishonor him.

- Well, sure, that's enough to give anyone a heart attack.

Get in.

C'mon.

- You've been much too kind already.

- You should see me when I really turn on the charm.

Look, the captain says I have to keep an eye on you

until you leave town.

It's official, so can I take you to a hotel?

- I have to go somewhere first if you don't mind.

- Why not, only other thing I have to worry about

is gang war.

- This car is huge.

- It's what God meant cars to be,

till you guys came along and screwed it all up.

- [Thomas] Low quality and lack of reinvestment ruined

the American auto industry.

- [Karen] Oh yeah?

- [Thomas] Yes.

- [Karen] Oh yeah?

(squawking brakes)

Not bad.

This is your partner's uncle's?

- Yes.

Buntoro Iga was my teacher for several years.

Now I was just a boy then, but,

I remember him as a very traditional man.

- Don't worry toots, I'll mind my manners.

- You must understand he spent most of his life

as a Shinto priest.

(bubbly doo-wop music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Thomas!

(joyful shouting)

I'd know you anywhere.

You've grown into a fine, strong man.

Ooh, and this?

- Oh, Ryder, Karen Ryder, detective.

- A detective? A beautiful detective.

How fascinating.

Don't tell me, let me guess.

English and French.

- How did you know?

- The eyes, cheekbones, exquisite.

Hey, how 'bout some drinks, scotch, rye, bourbon, wine?

I have quite a collection.

- I bet.

- Thomas?

- Perhaps some tea, Igasan.

I've come on a very serious errand.

- Patience, we will cross at the ford.

- Musashi, you read that to me.

- Ah yes.

But I was thinking of John Wayne, Red River?

Wonderful film.

You will stay for dinner, won't you?

- Oh, I have to go back--

- Good, good.

You haven't lived till you have tasted Fettuccine Buntoro.

Excuse me one moment,

Katie? Marico?

Rum punch for our guests.

- This is the part where we cut our stomachs open?

- Marico and Katie are my executive assistants.

I couldn't run business without them.

- Business?

Oh, well Hoshino told me that you were a priest.

- Oh, I was.

I was! Ladies, drinks.

And then, one evening, I was meditating...

You know what satori is Karen?

- Sure, there's a great little satori bar

down the street from my apartment.

(boisterous laughter)

- Good, good.

But, my satori is the truth behind all truth.

I sense the pressure society puts on us to take.

My mission was clear.

Help others fulfill the universal human need to give.

I decided to help the wealthy first.

They give $500 and up for these in Beverly Hills.

Authentic Chinese warrior.

Turn 'em out on a computerized machine

in Little Tokyo for what, twelve bucks a piece.

- Why you old bandit.

Oh, I love birds.

What's his name?

- Rasputin.

- Oh.

- I think he likes you.

Now.

- Igasan,

I have dishonored your family

and myself.

I came here

for the men who killed Yuji,

but I failed.

- There is no dishonor in a true heart, Thomas.

Was Yuji a good policeman?

- He was the best, always.

I depended on his strength.

And sometimes, he made me laugh.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Kampai.

I will avenge his death.

- Was there something strange about the way Yuji died?

- There was a man,

an assassin who worked for Yamata.

He raised a kind of power that I could feel.

He barely touched Yuji.

- Check it out, check it out.

- I misjudged, Yamata didn't want Yakuza permission.

He meant to take over the entire local operation.

- So what was he doing here?

- Maybe hiding, or looking for money to finance

his move in Japan.

(choking groan)

- This man, Yamata,

he simply fell dead in the hallway?

There was no violence?

- None.

- I have to see the body.

(heavy breathing)

- [Karen] You can't just walk into the morgue.

- [Buntoro] Trust me.

(low chanting)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Holy shit.

- Just let me do the talking.

(key tones)

LAPD could we please have an attendant

at the records desk.

- Right here, shot.

- Hi, this is Detective Karen Ryder,

officer needs assistance.

I'm at the morgue.

- He was here.

He is here.

- You don't carry a badge, you don't carry a gun,

stay put Hoshino.

(dark orchestral music)

Icemen.

- What?

- Their gang colors.

Why would the Icemen do this?

(crashing door)

Hoshino!

Hoshino get down!

(grunting skirmish)

(distant sirens)

Five years on the force and I never had to shoot anyone.

- [Buntoro] Good.

- So this character can resurrect people,

bring them back to life?

- No.

Yamata's death was not a reality,

but an illusion created by a blow

purposely wide of the mark.

It is said that some truly gifted healers

can restore life.

But the man you saw tonight

was not a healer.

He is someone who has surrendered himself

to the dark powers.

Your assassin is a master of the Death Touch.

- I always thought that was just a myth.

- Oh the death touch is real.

It's the opposite of the ancient healing arts.

An assassin like this one

can apply Chi energy with a mere touch.

He can cause death, or illness now,

or weeks in the future.

- This is nuts.

- I'm gonna put him away.

- I've already lost a nephew to this assassin Thomas,

now I've seen him.

He's your opposite, your mirror image.

The legends say there is a creature like him in every age.

The essence of evil.

He's the deadliest man alive.

- Of course, I understand.

First your prisoner dies, then he escapes.

That's easy.

What I don't understand is how you two could take

a simple extradition and turn it

into Pearl fucking Harbor.

- This is my responsibility, I'll handle the situation.

- Wrong Akita, you don't handle anything in my town.

- His name is Hoshino, Captain.

- I know what his name is.

Back in Japan they call him Akita.

You know what that is?

A Japanese dog dives headfirst into everything,

never knows when to back off.

Your superiors are real interested in hearing

your version of this story,

back in Kyoto.

- Sir, I can't leave until I--

- You're out of here tonight.

End of story.

(light knock)

- Captain, Decklin, Treasury Department.

- [Decklin] Sorry to interrupt, sir.

- Ah, you're not interrupting, we're finished here.

You have a nine o'clock reservation tonight

into Tokyo.

- That's a reservation you're gonna have to cancel Captain.

- Says who?

- Got a letter from your division commander,

should explain everything right there.

And I cleared this with your department.

We want Yamata.

- What for?

- That's classified, but you are the only one

who's seen his enforcer up close, Jaho.

- Excuse me, but Jaho is not a name,

it's a kind of ninja black magic.

- (light scoff) Ninja?

You don't mind if we stick to the 20th century, do you?

I had Interpol send over their photo books,

I want you to look at the mugshots,

every single one of 'em.

And, uh, you mind if I take a minute outside?

- Be my guest.

- We'll coordinate on this.

- Decklin's the fed that wanted to see Yamata yesterday.

- Yes, I know.

- Look, what happened last night was gang related, Captain.

- No doubt, they stole the priest's body.

- Father Munoz?

- [Meisler] Yeah.

- But why?

- All I know, is that they scrambled up the morgue

so that we couldn't tell which bodies were missing.

I've gotta know what the feds are up to with Yamata.

So, he's your baby.

- Who?

- The Akita.

- [Karen] Again?

- Stay on him.

- Oh Captain, you're gonna have to get somebody

who gets along with Japs.

Japanese.

- Do I have crap in my ears,

or did I just hear racial bigotry

coming from a detective in my department.

- Captain we have two gangs ready to go to war.

- Your gang activities are on hold.

- But why?

- Look,

just give him the tour, show him some mug books,

take him down to the range,

take him down to the goddamned movies, I don't care.

Just keep him off the street.

And Ryder,

the Kyoto police seem to think that he might have been

responsible for his last partner's death.

- Thanks.

(quick rapping knock)

- [Meisler] Councilman Royce.

- Harry, good to see you.

- [Karen] Councilman.

- Detective Ryder is it?

- Mm-Hm.

- Have a seat please.

- Thank you sir.

- [Meisler] How can I help you?

- Well, Harry, I've got a situation

I'm gonna really need your help with.

My people finally set up a meeting

between the Malitos and the Icemen,

and it's for the 22nd of this month.

- Excuse us please.

- Excuse me.

- I think I can help you.

- You can reach me at this number.

- Thank you Hoshino.

Our government appreciates your help.

Talk to me and nobody else,

we think Yamata's bought a cop in this division.

- Look, I have orders to give you the grand tour.

Let's hit it.

(clears throat)

On your right is an office, off-ice.

- And on my left, a sleeping policemen, on duty.

- You want perfection, get a robot.

- It's obvious you don't like my country

and I don't like yours.

- Yeah, well I have my reasons.

- So do I.

- And just where the hell do you think you're going?

- Little Tokyo, I'm gonna find Jaho.

- The hell you are.

- Am I your prisoner?

- Not yet.

Look, we both have our orders.

It happens to be my job to keep you out of circulation.

You get in between me and my job,

and I will find 50 reasons to lock you up.

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna give you the slip.

Might ruin your reputation.

- Hey, anyway you want it Hoshino.

You don't have to play nice with me

just because I'm a woman, Hoshino.

As it happens, I had to be twice as good

as a man to make detective.

And how did you earn your sterling reputation?

- The Akita?

I was 12 years old when I moved to Japan.

The only half-white kid at my school.

To survive, I had to become more Japanese than the Japanese.

A good old-fashioned banzai charge

saved my tail more than once.

Does it frighten you?

- What?

- Being alone in the dark with a mad dog?

- I haven't been afraid of anything in pants

since, I don't know, I was

six years old.

Excuse me.

- Mugs looks, never seen this many mug shots.

S'pose we actually have to do this right now?

- This?

This is the cause of half the problems in the world.

- The watch?

- Time, time changes all the rules.

My dad carried this watch to work every morning

for 29 years.

He was a foreman in Flint, Michigan.

GM.

- Where they make cars?

- Where they used to make cars, Mr. Hoshino.

One year before his retirement, the plant closed down.

Japanese imports.

Other auto plants weren't hiring, so,

he got a job running a liquor store.

And one night a kid came in,

shot him in the heart with a 22.

- That's why you became a cop.

- And came out here, I couldn't stay in Flint anymore.

Look, it's almost four.

Just between you and me, alright?

I called one of my snitches,

he's an ex-gang member.

He said that the Icemen

meet with some people from out of town.

You're strictly along for the ride.

I mean it Hoshino.

Sure you don't want some fries?

- No thanks.

How can you eat that mess?

- Hey, I don't need dietary advice

from a guy who probably eats

raw octopus tentacles for breakfast.

(radio chatter)

Leave the radio alone.

- It was modern.

- Yeah, before it was so goddamn modern,

they used to make them in this country

and they worked just fine.

- You Americans are very touchy.

- It's probably nothing.

- Right.

Is that it?

- Yeah.

- Then what are we doing parking way over here?

- Because they know my car.

- You've been in there?

- The Diamond? Sure, lot's of times.

It's an Iceman hangout.

- Is it dark?

- Very.

Why?

- Maybe one of us ought to slip inside and take a look.

- No.

- Yamata's car.

- Yes.

But this time let's do it right.

We'll stay with the car, we'll call for backup.

- You're right, someone should stay out here

in case they come out.

- Hoshino!

- I'll just blend in with the crowd.

- It won't work.

(heavy gangster rap)

- I want associate guarantees the authorities

won't interrupt us.

And we guarantee the merchandise.

So all you have to do

is show up with the money.

- Ah, shit, that ain't gonna be no problem.

- Good.

- I'll have a beer.

- Thanks.

(combative hits)

- [Icemen Member] C'mon man.

C'mon, get him down.

Son of gun is quick.

(pained grunts)

Hit him, hit him, get him man.

Oh man, c'mon homey.

Knock him down.

Ah, here's my man.

(hooting cheers)

Yeah, do it again.

Do it again my brother.

That's right, you got it goin'.

(forceful grunt)

Here's my man, here's my man.

- [Female Icemen] That's right.

(suspenseful music)

(pained moans)

- [Icemen Member] Game over, game over.

(two gunshots)

- Police.

These men are wanted

for conspiracy charges in connection

with the Ku Klux Klan.

- I knew your ass was too weird to be straight.

You and your pasty-ass peckerwood friend.

- What?

- Shut the fuck up you blue-eyed bitch.

- [Icemen Secondary] KKK is tryin' to set up the Icemen.

- These men are in my custody.

- Hell yeah, we gonna take care of these two

the old-fashioned way.

(concussive boom)

- Let's go!

(screeching tires)

- Shit.

Get in, let's go.

(intense orchestral music)

(squealing tires)

(anguished groans)

(stressed coughs)

- Hoshino.

God, I can't take you anywhere.

(squalling tires)

- C'mon, let's go.

- That policeman has caused us enough trouble.

He's finished.

- I'll take care of the woman.

- First things first,

I don't think our black friends will do business

with us any longer.

So,

our partner will make a deal

let's remind them how much they need our merchandise.

(heavy knocking)

- Oh, let's get him in there.

Has he met the assassin again?

- Yes.

Is he gonna be okay?

- Marico! Brandy!

Let's get him down here.

- It's his back.

- Oh, there may be serious damage.

My acupuncture needles

and incense from the drawer, quickly.

I hope it's not too late to save him.

(bass laden doo-wop)

- Feelin' better?

Don't mind me Hoshino, I grew up with three brothers.

Besides, I thought men and women took baths together

all the time in your country.

- That's different.

- Really?

Oh, you mean because of the ice water.

Poor Thomas.

I suppose it is a belittling experience.

Remember when I asked you why Yamata was here,

what you said?

- Hiding out?

- No, no, no.

About financing his takeover in Japan.

He's here to make money.

I also found out our friend Decklin

is with the Treasury Department,

Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.

So why do you suppose they want Yamata?

- He's selling alcohol and tobacco to the gangs.

- Exactly.

Guns and weapons.

- American gangs already have weapons.

- Maybe these are special weapons.

- I'm freezing!

- You're a samurai.

- Ah,

Now I'm scalded.

I'm a frozen, scalded samurai.

- Any permanent damage?

- The wells are deep.

I had to use all the katsu I know,

energy restoration techniques.

I think he'll be alright.

- But?

- Fate has pitted Thomas against this assassin.

When day meets night, only one can survive.

We must complete the training you began as a child.

We must start it, immediately.

- Thanks anyway,

but I remember those torture sessions you call training.

- Train or die, drink.

- Oh, gah, what is this stuff.

- Herb tea with vitamins.

Drink up.

(light belch)

(ethereal music)

(suspenseful electronica)

(quickening syncopation)

(squealing tires)

(quickened gunshot)

- Iceman.

(roaring blast)

So much for sales resistance.

Now we are going to leave a message for the Malitos,

and I need your help.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

That's what I like about you,

you keep your mouth shut.

(distant sirens)

(malicious chuckle)

(turbulent flames)

- Precision Thomas.

Each pressure point is smaller than a fingertip.

(forceful grunts)

Muscle power, where is your focus, where is your chi?

Imagine your arm is a--

- Is a high-pressured hose, I remember Igasan.

But I haven't slept much the past few days,

so if you don't mind--

- I do mind.

(chirping crickets)

Good.

Now,

gather the force of the waters in your palm

and project it through your fingers

and try to throw me back.

Rasputin can pee stronger than that.

- How am I supposed to push you if I can't touch you?

It's impossible.

(haunting flute)

- Hit me.

- Igasan.

- Hit me now.

(pained grunt)

True master can repel or draw a man 15 feet away.

Teacher is the needle, the disciple the thread.

Come, come on.

You have a gift, Thomas.

I sensed it when you were a boy.

Unlike your enemy, you can heal with these hands

as well as destroy.

But first you must tame the anger that lives in your belly.

- Anger? I--

- Shh,

meditate.

You have to name the anger before you can tame it.

Open your mind.

(speaking in foreign language)

No design, no conception.

(mournful chatter)

- Get all our homeboys together.

I want every gangster we got to be in front

of my pad by 10 o'clock.

These putos wanna get crazy,

then we go to war.

If you ain't got a car to get to my pad, then steal one.

Icemen are gonna pay for this.

- [Thomas] And she didn't tell you what was going on?

- No.

I think I should go in by myself.

They'll feel less threatened by a woman.

- Are you sure you don't want them to feel threatened?

- I've done a lot of favors for these people.

It'll be okay.

Not Father Munoz.

Oh God, thank you.

- I want everybody strapped,

I want every piece we've got on the streets.

Hordito, get me empty bottles, lots of them,

and ten gallons of gasolina.

Hey, we don't need you here.

- Don't do this Hector.

- Don't do what?

- Father Munoz would be the first to say it,

let the police handle this.

- Well maybe you haven't noticed,

but his way hasn't worked.

- You start a war and nobody's gonna be safe on the street.

Not kids, old people, no one.

- We didn't start nothin' lady.

- What do you call blowing up a car on Icemen's turf?

- We didn't have anything to do with that.

They were building a bomb to blow us up with.

We had enough.

(speaking in foreign language)

Can't down us all homeboy.

- I believe the lady was tryin' to tell you somethin'.

(speaking in foreign language)

- All I'm saying is wait,

wait and think.

Councilman Royce said he set up a meeting

between you and the Icemen on the 22nd,

that's eight days.

- Yeah, we'll wait,

if they wait.

- So, have you started your training?

- Don't ask.

- Thanks for your call Rita.

- I'm not doing this for you.

- I know, thanks anyway.

- Whatever you're going to do, you better do

before the 18th of the month.

- That's four days.

- Hector says we got some help now,

some people from out of town.

On the 18th he says the Mal and the Icemen

are gonna find out what real war is all about.

I gotta go.

(rumbling engine)

- You know what I'm thinking?

- If Yamata wanted to sell a lot of weapons--

- Heavy weapons, machine guns, explosives.

- If he needed cash fast,

what better way then to start a gang war.

- And sell weapons to both sides.

- It's an ugly thought.

- It's ugly.

- And the grisly decapitation murder of Desiree Hobbs

at the graveside of her brother James,

also a victim of the gang feud.

- Looks like one of your little gangbangers

got all excited and lost their head.

Welfare check was probably late.

(venomous laugh)

- God Ray, did your mother have any children that lived?

You seen Captain Meisler?

- Another lunch downtown with brass.

- I need some help finding Hoshino's fugitive.

You remember the guy Yamata?

- Yeah.

- Why the hell can't Hoe-Shine-Oh find his own fugitive?

- We think Yamata is arming the gangs with military weapons.

In four days all hell is gonna break loose.

- Oh Jesus.

- Councilman Royce set up a meeting

with the two gang leaders, but by then it'll be too late.

When he comes back from Washington Monday morning,

see if he can make it before the 18th.

If we can convince

Hector and Gamal they're being used,

they'll help us find Yamata.

(wet hacking cough)

- Personally, I think we oughta let the savages

kill each other off.

(snarky giggle)

- Ah Karen, we'll get the word out.

- Thank you.

(intense electronic music)

(clacking wood)

(pained grunts)

(speaking in foreign language)

(whistling swipes)

- Feel the energy around you.

Receive those things which cannot be seen.

Slowly Thomas, slowly.

Kata, moving meditation.

Visualize your opponent.

Feel each strike, better.

See your opponent's move

then float with him.

When he thinks like the mountains

attack like the seas.

Oh, you mustn't go yet.

Have a drink, a bath, a massage, huh?

- Thanks anyway Boonie,

I just came to see if you finished him off yet.

Does a killer fight like that?

- The Death Touch can be used with any style.

This is Shorin Ryu.

Don't tell Thomas, but he was my best student.

- It's our secret.

Hey, I gotta meeting with Councilman Royce,

I'll talk to you later?

- Guess you forgot,

Councilman wants to see me too.

Just give me a minute to change.

- Into a what?

- We have work to do.

- Charles Decklin please.

Thanks, I really had to get out of there.

- Good.

Maybe after I talk to the councilman,

we can look at those mugshots.

- We covered all of that in the last meeting.

I know, I will handle it.

Yes, yes.

(ringing beep)

Dolores, get me some donuts, coffee, plasma.

- Can I help you?

- I feel like a tourist.

- You don't look like a tourist.

Japanese tourists wear dark suits,

they walk around in groups, and they carry little cameras.

- Your humor sucks.

- Sucks?

- That is the right word, isn't it?

- Yes, it's the right word.

Hey, make him?

- The morgue.

- Thomas!

(startling music)

(whistling hits)

(combustive blows)

(stifling gurgle)

(crushing snap)

(warbling hits)

(crashing blast)

- You okay?

(slow grunting)

- C'mon.

- No!

- [Thomas] Trust me.

- [Karen] Hoshino!

- You okay?

C'mon. - Yeah.

(screeching tires)

Thanks.

He's dead, isn't he?

- You oughta know.

- Wait a minute, you don't think that we?

They were pros,

we got here after.

C'mon, Gamal, you know me.

- Oh yeah, I know you.

Lyin' white bitch cop.

Ku Klux Klan my ass.

It's you and Kung Fu over here.

The man's neck is broke.

And we got a call about some trouble, I think we found it.

- They're getting away.

- Freeze mother fucker.

At first the Malitos blow our people up.

- It wasn't the Malitos.

- Oh, that's what you say,

and now you tryin' to tell somethin'

about some dudes that ain't here?

- C'mon Gamal, don't go cement-head on me.

Somebody is tryin' to start a war here.

- Yeah, there's gonna be a war alright.

- Drop it!

Get out of here, hit the road.

We're gonna stay here and chat a little bit.

- [Thomas] Thanks.

- Sorry I was late, you stay in touch, 'kay?

- Yeah, enjoy the sunshine.

New Ice Age be comin' soon.

- You tell anybody else we were gonna be here?

- [Thomas] Did you?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Just what I said.

- Goddamned Beirut down there.

- I was doing my job.

- Wrong Detective, your job is Hoshino.

Hoshino and the feds.

- There's only one job in this city right now.

If you'd skip a couple lunches with the Old Boy Network

downtown, maybe you'd know what's going on.

- You're suspended, 10 days.

- Damnit Captain, we think Yamata is trying

to start a gang war and sell military weapons to both sides.

- A whole squad of experienced detectives

and you're the only one that knows about this

grand conspiracy, right?

- These people are not street gangsters,

they're pros, you can't possibly be that dumb.

- 20 days.

And I even suspect you and your Japanese friend

are on the street, I'll put you in leg irons Ryder.

Now get the hell out of my office.

- Idiot.

- 30 days.

- Trouble?

- Yes, certain people don't want to let me do my job.

Pig.

- Good.

Concentrate on what is.

Ignore that which does not exist.

That is the secret of defeating ninjas.

- Sure I can't get you something Igasan.

You simply have to learn to relax.

- Just because fate has put us here

doesn't mean I have to be uncomfortable.

(light laugh)

I was beginning to think even with my superior

teaching skills would not be enough.

You've done well Thomas.

But remember, your enemy can start fires,

he can crack boulders with his chi.

I talked with your father many times.

I know two nations are at war inside you.

Two halves, to achieve the power you need to survive,

you will have to make peace with yourself.

Become whole.

That I cannot teach you.

- I'm working on it Igasan.

I promised to meet Karen, Detective Ryder.

- Police believe that the death of Councilman Royce

was gang related.

The councilman had just returned from Washington

where he was working to secure federal loans

for black-owned businesses.

Police are looking for Hector Flores,

a member of the Malitos street gang,

In connection with the murder.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Is anything wrong?

- Me, no, I'm on vacation.

Alright, I shot my mouth off,

I got suspended for 30 days, I'm off the case.

You hear anything from Decklin?

- He said gang activities are outside his jurisdiction.

- Gang activities?

Those guys were SWAT trained,

they were professional terrorists.

- I told him.

He said terrorists are outside of his jurisdiction too.

- I've had it.

- [Bartender] How bout you?

- So what are you gonna do now?

- I was hopin' to get back to those mugshots.

- Sweetcakes.

- Perfect end to a perfect day.

- Hey, 30 days babe, too bad.

I warned you about that mouth.

So what you say Tojo?

How you rike it here in the land of the big PX.

- I laugh nearly all the time.

- I can think of something I can do to lift your spirits.

- What, evolve?

- Can't make every case, sweetcakes.

Sometimes you can't make any of them.

C'mon, throw some darts with me.

All work and no play.

- I could show him how to do that,

but I hate to take money from amateurs.

- Hey my man, I think you just got called out.

- Well, well, Hoe-shine-oh.

Maybe you are good at darts,

police work don't seem to be your strong suit.

(forced chuckles)

- I can throw 10 darts, dead center, bullseye, blindfolded.

- Yee-Haw.

- $20 says Hoshino can do it.

It's a Zen thing Ray, you wouldn't understand.

He goes like into this trance.

- What's the big secret, grasshopper?

- Language problem,

he wanted to know how to say asshole in English.

- Your 2O is covered.

- Okay, move back, your presence interferes with the flow.

Farther back.

Keep going.

Farther.

Keep going, to the wall, okay.

Hokkaido, Jujitsu.

- Well you were right, he couldn't do it, you won.

But, he also one.

He bet me he could make you pee in your pants.

(raucous laughter)

Andy, drinks are on Ray.

Yes!

- Let me drive.

- Okay, nobody drives Catherine the Cadillac but me.

- C'mon, I've never driven an American car.

- Okay, I'll let you drive,

but stay on the right side of the road.

Hey, that was such a cool trick, how did you do it?

- Trick? What trick?

How'd you find this place?

- Someone dumped a body here a couple years ago.

- Lovely.

- Yeah, it is isn't it?

- Well, I suppose if you're a body and have to get dumped

this is a pretty good place for it.

(bright giggling)

- It's pretty up here.

- This suspension probably isn't

as serious as you think it is.

- I screwed up, I got personally involved.

- I never met a good cop who didn't get personally involved.

That's not the problem.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Your good.

Tough, smart,

and you're beautiful.

You could have whatever you want,

but you're not happy unless you have to fight for it,

uphill, all the way.

- Okay, you have my number.

Who are you?

Why did you move to Japan?

- My mother died, I was 12 then.

Living in Cedar Rapids.

My father took me back to his family home in Kyoto.

Because I was an (speaking in foreign language),

half Japanese,

I had to fight almost everyday.

That was until I met Buntoro Iga.

He taught me how to fight, taught me how not to fight.

He taught me how to live.

- And you haven't been here since then?

- My mother's father fought in the South Pacific

during World War II.

When my grandparents found out,

she married a Japanese,

they never talked to her again.

Not when I was born, not even when she was dying.

- God,

this explains a lot.

Thomas you've got to give yourself a break.

You were born an American.

I mean I could understand you feeling out of place

in this country, but America's a part of you.

- I don't feel out of place with you.

(romantic flute)

- Remember, I'm still a cop in the morning.

- How can I forget?

This car is huge.

(foreboding music)

(bright chirping)

(pained moans)

(dark chanting)

- Detective Ryder? Karen?

- Yes Rita, I'm here.

I'm right here.

Nothing you can do.

- That must've been some dream, huh?

- It was.

- Look, um, about last night, I--

- Let's take the day off.

- Oh, I might like that.

I might like that too much.

- We wouldn't want that.

- Men think they own women after sex, and um,

nobody owns me.

- You don't know what I think.

- Yeah, well we'll see.

- We'll see?

- Mm.

- Where you going?

- See?

- So don't tell me.

- Okay fine, then I'll tell you.

I think I lost my dad's pocket watch.

I mean I had it at the councilman's office,

so I'll check there.

Maybe the bar?

Oh, and here's Rita's number.

She even called, she might have some information for us.

- I'll take care of it.

- Okay, thank you.

I'll call you.

- Igasan,

I dreamed about him.

- It was no dream, he was here.

The assassin was here.

In my home.

- The watch.

(light suspenseful music)

- Oh Rita, no.

- Put it down.

- Ray!

- I said put it down Karen.

Now!

- My watch.

Where did you find it?

- In your hand, where you left it.

- You're crazy.

Steve, what the hell is going on?

- I'm sorry Karen.

- We got a tip, I can't believe you're involved

with these gang assholes,

right up to your pretty little ears.

(two gunshots)

- Jesus Christ.

- It's really very simple Karen,

your gun killed Ray,

and they're gonna find you here with it.

Oh Ray, he talked a great game, didn't he?

But believe it or not

he was just too clean for his own good.

There's big money in guns Karen.

Gangs kill each other off,

and everybody's happy.

(dark chanting)

(screeching brakes)

(sensual moans)

(pained groan)

- Be a good boy, and I may let her live

a few minutes longer.

Pretty isn't she?

(pained cry)

We just got acquainted.

- Kill this psycho son-of-a-bitch.

- Let her go, this is between you and me.

- Oh I could've finished you last night

while you were asleep.

But first, I want to take something from you.

Something you love.

Break loose Hoshino, show me who you really are.

- Hurt her, and I'll rip your heart out.

- There is nothing you can do.

- No!

No.

Wait.

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

Not the captain too.

God, the cops Thomas.

Yamata has the cops on his payroll.

They killed Rita, and they killed Ray.

(chiming bell)

- Igasan, please, she's barely breathing.

- I have the knowledge, but not the gift.

You're the only one who can do this.

- I don't know how.

- You have always known.

Three fingers only.

They are the focus for the light that flows through you.

This is the basis for true magic.

You are a channel for the light.

Charge yourself with the light and fire it

deep into her body,

into her spirit.

Your battle with yourself must end now.

Let it go,

accept your own oneness.

- Oh Thomas, how long?

- Nearly 12 hours.

Shh.

- Oh that's long.

And the 18th,

the 18th, we have to stop them.

- Shh, relax, everything's alright now.

- We have to stop them.

- It's alright.

- She okay?

- She will be.

- The cops think she killed Rita,

and that puerco Ray.

- Don't believe it.

- I didn't.

- I'm sorry about Rita.

- Found this number in her dressing room.

Rita wanted to stop the war.

She wanted to have my son.

I ain't afraid of dyin',

It's just--

- It's just sometimes it's harder to live.

- Those people you're after,

we're supposed to meet 'em at Aztecarte tomorrow.

- [Buntoro] I know where it is.

- At six a.m., that's three hours from now.

- Thank you Hector.

- Hey, if you can't stop them from selling more weapons

to the Icemen, then we're gonna have to get some more

weapons of our own.

You hear what I'm saying?

(bleeping key tones)

- I'm calling for Agent Decklin.

- My people are close by, what's up?

- One of the gangs are supposed

to show up at six to make a buy.

Yamata is selling military weapons, isn't he?

Heavy stuff.

- It's all the stuff we left in Vietnam.

He's been smuggling out of the Philippines

and Japan for about a year now.

- You coulda told me.

- Huh, don't know who you can trust.

- I haven't checked the building out yet.

(scuffling grumbles)

- It's nothing personal.

Get back to loading.

- Why for God's sake?

- It's the oldest reason in the world.

We're just your average cops and feds who like to get paid.

And believe me, prejudice pays.

Black, white, Asian, Chicano.

Doesn't matter, everybody's killing each other

for a few blocks of crumby territory.

(racking gun)

Might take this show on the road, you know?

Detroit, Chicago, New York, endless possibilities.

I wanted to send you home, you know?

But my partners, they said specially to keep you here.

I figure they want to deal with you personally.

(ringing hit)

- Finish him.

- The favor, Yamatasan.

I want to take my time with this one.

When you beg for death, I will kill you.

Then just for fun, I will kill the old man.

(booming skirmish)

(resounding gunshot)

(repetitive gunfire)

(rending fabric)

(battle cries)

- [Meisler] Drop the gun, right now.

- Jesus, Meisler.

I was just about to drop the net on Hoshino--

- Shut up, Decklin.

I had you under surveillance for months,

but I had to use one of my best detectives

and I was afraid she was gonna blow it

before I found out how many cops you had in your pocket.

We just busted 'em all about an hour ago.

You're the only one left.

- Listen jack, if you think I'm gonna take

this shit from you, you are--

(booming hit)

- Oh I hate feds.

Read 'em their rights.

- Hoshino,

first the head will swim,

then the hero die.

(hostile smack)

(weary groan)

You are improving Hoshino.

Now watch, watch what I can do.

(dark chanting)

(battle cry)

So, you have learned.

Now you think you can kill me.

But I am you Hoshino.

- Wrong, I know exactly who I am,

and you're a dead man.

(dark chanting)

(scuffling grunts)

(booming hit)

(screaming cries)

(explosive blast)

(cocking gun)

(speaking in foreign language)

(echoing gunshot)

- What?

Never seen a ghost before?

- He's mine!

(battling groans)

- Thomas!

Look out.

(laser ring)

- And there is nothing you can do.

- Dangerous, ah, this was a piece of cake.

You wanna talk about dangerous,

you gotta talk about a thug named Frank Guy.

Fast Frank could shoot the eyes out of a field, 20 yards.

He was a real criminal,

but I busted him.

You ladies like a drink?

- Hey, captain, you're lookin' good.

- Thomas, if you don't dance with this woman, I will.

- I do have a flight to catch.

- That is hours from now.

- I never really learned how to dance.

- Yeah, well I'll teach ya.

But first, um,

I think it's time I let go of this.

I really want you to have it.

- I will not forget

my American

partner.

- Well, it's a small world.

I wouldn't be surprised

if we bumped into each other some day.

- Neither would I.

* Who's to say

* If the mountains will forever

- Relax, dancing is like moving meditation.

* Who's to say

* As we gaze into the face of destiny

* There's danger here

* We must endure this longest night

* Never fear

* Because our love is like the Red Sun Rising

* And it's older than the ages

* Never endin' never changes

* Red Sun Rising

* Like the ocean and the shore

* We'll be joined forevermore

* I believe

* There are stars just as far as you can see

* And I believe

* In your heart there's a secret place for me

* Story goes

* Two ships passing in the night

* But heaven knows

* I will return just like

* The Red Sun Rising

* 'Cause it's older than the ages

* Never ends and never changes

* Red Sun Rising

* And we will survive this night

* Because our love is like

* Red Sun Rising

* Our love was always meant to be

* For all eternity

* Red Sun Rising

* Like the ocean and the shore

* We'll be joined forever more

* Red Sun Rising