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- [Josh] Los Angeles.

The City of Angels, so they say.

I haven't been here in years.

It's changed.

A lot.

And so has this Tinseltown
low-rent district.

This welsher,

he has more money than taste or brains.

- May I help you?

- Mr. Randall to see Mr. Diamond.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Diamond
is unavailable just now.

- He's available to me.

Excuse me.

- But, sir!

- Who the hell are you?

- The name's Randall.

- Oh, you're David Paschal's man.

- That's right.

- Look, I don't like
shylocks coming to my home

and squeezing me.

- He just wants the money you owe him.

- Look, I was on vacation.

I got drunk in Paschal's
little carpet joint,

and he sandbagged me.

Your boss is nothing but a
dirty little half-breed Jew.

(ominous music)

- You owe him $114,000.

Pay it.

- Gambling debts aren't legal
obligations in this state,

or anyplace else.

- I'm not a lawyer.

- Throw him out!

(grunting)

(fists smacking)

- Enough fun and games.

Get the money, Diamond.

(ominous music)

Here, keep the change.

(knife clicking)

(grunting)

My best hat.

Shit.

(fists smacking)

- The briefcase stays here.

- You want it, huh?

Here.

(briefcase smacking)

(statue cracking)

(grunting)

- Ah, you bastard!

I'm gonna break your face!

(water splashing)

- You have a nice day too.

(airplane whirring)

(calm music)

[Josh] Sam Paschal always says,
"Where is it written

that families shouldn't worship together?

Even in Hong Kong.

Besides, it's good for the digestion."

Mama Ruth, she gives a whole new slant

to being a Jewish mother.

And she keeps the Paschals
close, a real family.

She calls me "number one adopted son."

(singing in foreign language)

(calm music)

Hi, Sam.

- How you doing, boychik?

- Trying to get it together.

- Why don't you try tai chi?

- Too violent for me.

- Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me, we'll be landing soon.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll be landing at Hong
Kong International Airport.

Please...

(upbeat music)

- [Josh] Fast, hard, and dangerous.

Hong Kong is like a slap in the face

that makes you feel good.

A jade and neon jungle
that lives by one law,

make money quick.

Any way you can.

(sighs) But it's beautiful.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(crowd chattering)

(ball rattling)

(chips clacking)

(wheel clicking)

(dice clattering)

(slots clanking)

(jackpot ringing)

Here you go.

- Hi, Josh.

- Hi, Joyce.

- Hey, Josh.

How you doing?
- Fine, Ron.

- How was your trip to LA?

- Good, thanks.

- Got time for a beer?

- Not right now.

Know where Dave is?

- I think he's back by the cashier.

- Okay, maybe later.

- Okay, great.

(crowd chattering)

- Well, here it is.

- We've gotta move in on Kyle.

- Hey, it's good to see you too, Dave.

- Well, the bastard's been at it again.

- Yeah, I had a good trip, thanks.

- I caught him at it
twice in the last hour.

Take this into the accounting room.

And bring him into my office.

Josh?

Welcome back.

- Yeah, I can tell you missed me.

Head of security can
sure be a pain in the...

Shit.

Poor, stupid son of a...

- You've been skimming, Kyle.

- Bullshit!

- What you steal here, you
gamble right back at Raimondi's.

Now, drop your pants.

- Like hell I will.

- Josh.

- You heard him, Kyle.

(belt clanks)

- Give me the rest.

You just made the shit list.

Go cheat somebody else.

[Kyle]
- Can I at least get my check?

Look, I've got a kid coming.

- You're lucky I don't break your hands.

Goodbye.

- Let me at least get my pants.

- Pick them up at the front
door, on your way out!

(crowd chattering)

(crowd laughing)

Hey, Josh, what's the matter?

- You were pretty rough on him, Dave.

- I enforce the rules.

- But you seem to enjoy it.

- Hey, I can't afford

to worry about that schmuck's feelings.

I have a business here.

- I know you do.

- Yeah, later.

(crowd chattering)

DiBiasi, bring me the
odds on the cup match.

(engine rumbling)

- Hey, Sam!

- Down here!

(calm music)

- Hey, you've got a
thirsty employee up here.

- Okay, shtarker.

Give me a hand.

(Sam groans)

Come on, I want to show you something.

I'll give you that beer.

Say, listen.

What's that son of mine doing
sending you to the States

to collect some fakakta mark?

I mean, you're no errand boy.

- You don't miss much, do you, Sam?

- What do you think?

- This is really nice.

- I'll get you that beer.

- Why don't you take a trip?

Do you a lot of good.

- It's not the same without Ruthie.

You know, I miss the action.

Remember when we first met?

(shouting)

- Hell of a way to meet.

I practically tore your club apart.

(shouting)

(table cracking)

- Best damn fight I ever saw.

(fists smacking)
(grunting)

[Sam] You've come a long way since then.

- [Josh] Yeah, thanks to you.

- Josh, I'm a gambler.

I live by my guts.

Lately, they tell me
something's not right.

What's going on?

- I don't know.

- Josh.

Don't con me.

David, Joy, the club, that's all I have.

- I wish I could tell you, Sam.

I really don't know.

- I wish he could read
people the way you do.

Sometimes I'd like to take the two of you

and integrate the parts.

You'd make an unbeatable combo.

Josh, watch out for him.

- You always were the worrier.

- I'm Jewish.

Go on, go on.

Drink up and get out of here.

Claire's waiting for you.

And don't forget, we're
watching the cup match tonight.

- Okay.

My daughter was supposed to join us,

but as usual, she and her
roommate are throwing one

of those jet-set parties.

- I'll see you later tonight.

(vendors shouting)

(vendors shouting)

(Josh and vendor conversing in foreign language)

(Josh speaking in foreign language)

(vendor speaking in foreign language)

(Josh speaking in foreign language)

(calm music)

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(Josh speaking in foreign language)

(child speaking in foreign language)

- Was that supposed to be for me?

- Yeah.

(kisses) She was so
sweet, I couldn't resist.

- Want something to eat?

- Yep.

- What?

- Fish.
- Fish.

- I saw Sam when I picked up the bike.

- How is he?

- Oh, he's really lonely.

Hates retirement.

- Why don't we have him
over for dinner some night?

- Good idea.

- I really missed you.

- I was only gone a few days.

- It seemed like a lot longer.

- Hey, we're gonna watch the Memorial Cup

at the club tonight.

You wanna come along?

- I'd love to, but I've
got papers to grade.

- You know something?

You have more homework
than your students do.

- How much time do you have

before you have to go back to the club?

- A couple hours, I think.

You know, that was a long flight.

I'm really tired.

I think I'll take a nap for about an hour.

Would you mind waking me up?

- Sure.

- Put a blanket over me, will you, babe?

But I'm not that tired!

(Claire laughing)

(engine rumbling)

(doors slamming)

(crowd chattering)

Uh oh, those goons aren't
here to play bingo.

Heads up, Ron.

We're being hit.

(cart clattering)

- As far as you go.

- I have a million dollars in here, I-

- What?
(shouting)

(gun firing)

(fists smacking)

(shelf crashing)

- What the hell is going on?

- Robbery, watch 'em.

(speaking in foreign language)

(tires squealing)

- Damn, I don't believe what's happening.

The bastards are just playing keep-away.

Come on, would you do something for us?

- (laughs) David, it's only a game.

What, you got money on this?

- Yeah.

Yeah, some.

- [Sam] Josh, any word on those guys

who tried to hit us today?

- Not yet, Sam.

Uh oh, Brighton's gonna score again.

- [Commentator] He's around his man.

There's the cross.

Headed out by Greensley, and
Brighton sneaks it through.

- Dad, look, I think you
should come with me tonight.

- Why?

You're running the club,
it's your business.

I'm only a silent partner.

Forest's got the ball.

Maybe now, huh?

- [Commentator] A wide-out pass.

- Dad, look.

Raimondi's proposition
is very interesting.

I want you to hear it.

Come on.

It can mean a lot of money for both of us.

Joy too.

They lost the ball again!

Can't they do anything right?

Come on, Dad, it's a good deal.

- What deal?

- It's some kind of a merger.

- I don't like it already.

I better be there to protect your ass.

- [Commentator] And
there goes the whistle.

(crowd cheering)

- Well, that's that.

Let's go see your Raimondi.

- Mr. Raimondi?

Mr. Sam and David Paschal to see you.

Gentlemen, please.

- Stan.

- Mr. Randall?

- [Josh] That's right.

- It is an honor to meet you, sir.

A wonderful reputation precedes you.

And I am wondering,

perhaps you would
consider working with me?

- Thanks, but no thanks.

- No?

No?

Odd, Mr. Randall.

No is a word that I am
unaccustomed to hearing.

- Is that right?

Would you like to hear it again?

- You will be so kind as to
wait outside in the casino.

Sam, David, please.

May I offer you something?

Well, Sam.

The time has come for you
to give serious thought

to joining the Osiris family.

- Why?

- Your operation is too small.

It is difficult for you to make a profit

out in the islands as you are.

And, Sam, you do not pay a business tax.

- You mean protection.

- If you will.

- Well, why should I pay
for something I don't need?

The city's always been free enterprise.

No syndicates, no bosses.

- That is changing.

- Osiris has real good plans for the club.

- You two want to bulldoze
the Lucky Dragon into the bay.

(crowd chattering)

- Hey, you're Paschal's man.

- That's right.

- Hey, have a drink, cowboy.

Come on, now.

You don't want to hurt
our feelings, do you?

Come on.

- Well, I wouldn't want to do that.

(Josh speaking in foreign language)

- J&B.

- You guys know this game?

- Yeah, we know it.

- How much?

- A hundred bucks a roll.

- That's shit stakes.

But I guess you couldn't
expect too much more

from one of Paschal's
penny-ante outfits now.

- Put your money where
your mouth is, friend.

- Dad, times have changed.

- People don't change.

- The city has changed.

- People like to play an honest game.

In an honest house.

- Gambling is only part
of the big picture.

Sam, world trade-

- World trade, my ass!

Dope and girls!

The Lucky Dragon is my club.

It's my reputation.

Look.

I came out here in '45, straight
from Steubenville, Ohio,

in Uncle Sam's Army,
with $7,000 in my pocket.

This town was a wasteland.

I opened my club with
900 bucks in the till,

and I've made money ever since.

I've paid my dues.

- I appreciate that,
and I admire you for it.

However, expand or die.

It is the law of our business.

- Not my law.

- Four fives, first roll.

- Damn!

Damn!

- Raimondi pay you guys
enough to lose like this?

You guys want to quit?

- Hey, I'll take you anytime.

Let's raise the damn bet.

- A thousand dollars a roll?

- You're on.

- Stan, let us think it over.

We'll get back to you.

- Think what over?

For a buck and a half,

this bastard here wants
to take away our lives

and he'll be kind enough
to give us a percentage.

A little pension?

Your offer is pure bullshit.

- Sam.

- There's nothing to think over.

- Dad.

- Old man!

(door closing)

Son,

you had better talk some sense into him.

(dice clattering)

- Shit.

- Hey, teach me how to play.

- (slaps) Get lost.

- (slaps) Doesn't feel good, does it?

(fist smacking)

(crowd murmuring)

Why do they always pick on my hat?

(Stan speaking in foreign language)

- I enjoyed the game.

Let's play again sometime.

Nice place you have here.

Asshole.

- You idiot.

Not here.

(cars honking)

- [Dave] Dad, Stan Raimondi
is a dangerous man.

You crossed him.

- [Sam] I stood up for my family.

- [Dave] Dad, he's not gonna
like taking no for an answer.

Look, let's talk to Joy about it.

She's a partner too.

- Some partner.

Lives in a swinging condo.

- Listen to me, Dad.

We gotta cooperate, we have no choice.

We're almost broke.

- What?

- I...

I lost the money

laying off bets on the cup game.

- You covered bets Raimondi wouldn't take?

You crazy?

- Dad, please believe me, I did my best.

Look, the ball just
wouldn't bounce for me.

- You bounced enough!

You are my son.

And I love you.

But if you have anything
else to do with Raimondi,

one dime's worth, you're out!

- Can't...

(solemn music)

Josh, get back here as soon as you can.

I think there might be trouble.

- There already is.

Your dad will never sell
to a creep like Raimondi.

- Damn.

I don't know what to do.

- Don't worry, Dave.

It'll work out.

- See you later, Josh.

(crowd chattering)

- I better let Ron close
up and get back to Sam.

Dave isn't telling me everything.

(door thumps)

(solemn music)

(gun firing)

(tires squealing)

Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Joy.

(upbeat music)

- [Greg] Anyway, after Merida,

I went diving for lobster off Cozumel.

- Hey, Greg, you know what
happened to the Mayans?

They were cruised to death.

Josh.

- Joy.

I need to talk to you.

Alone.

- Herb, this is Josh.

Josh is the family crisis manager.

- It's important, Joy.

- Did Dad send you?

- Not exactly.

- Then tell my father
I'm having a good time.

- Listen, Joy-

- Buster, do you fly?

- No.

- Lots of people around here fly.

Know what I mean?

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

But I don't fly, I don't
ski, I don't play tennis,

and I don't belong to Club Med.

Take off, ace.

- I'll see you later, Joy.

- I need to talk to you.

- What is it?

- Dave and your father
were killed an hour ago.

Murdered.

We have to get out of here.

(tense music)

- I don't wanna go out to your place.

I wanna see Dad and David, Josh.

- Not yet.

Listen, Joy,

whoever killed Sam and Dave is
probably looking for you too.

- But why?

- It's something to do
with the Lucky Dragon.

And now you're the sole owner.

- [Joy] But who would wanna do this?

- When I know why, I'll know who.

- [Joy] Well, let's go to
the police, for God's sake.

- I will, as soon as I know you're safe.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Dave and Sam were killed last night.

- Oh my God.

What happened?

- Give Joy a hand.

I'm gonna go see the police.

I'll be back in a little while.

(tense music)

(engine rumbling)

- Hold it, cowboy.

Inspector Keck,

Special International Force.

This is Inspector Chen, local police.

- I was just coming to see you.

- May I see some identification, please?

Your full name?

- Joshua Hearon Randall.

- Joshua Hearon.

(laughs) What a funny name for a cowboy.

- Address?

- Post office box 97520, City.

- Employment?

- Lucky Dragon Casino.

- [Chen] You work for David Paschal?

- That's right.

- He and his father were shot last night.

- Cowboy, I'm taking you in.

You were seen leaving the
premises just after the murder.

- You bring him in, I'll get the car.

- Okay, let's go.

(fist smacks)

Hey, hey, what's wrong?

You're not feeling well?

You're a big boy.

Let's go, huh?

(Josh groaning)

We need a statement.

- I want a lawyer.

- You are my number one suspect, cowboy.

You better cooperate.

- I want a lawyer.

- So you want a lawyer.

Inspector, better make sure
cowboy hasn't got the crabs

or something.

Might contaminate our facility.

I'll take him down.

Let's go, cowboy.

- [Physician] Tattoo, right shoulder.

- Screaming Eagle.
- Screaming Eagle.

- [Physician] Elongated scar, lower back.

- Knife.
- Knife wound.

Round penetration scar, left tricep.

- Gunshot.
- Gunshot.

Four puncture wounds, left buttock.

- Pitchfork.
- Pitchfork.

Pitchfork?

Bend over, mate.

Spread your cheeks.

Right.

- I know, sir.

- [How] Chen, we
don't operate that way.

I want to talk to him.

- Yes, sir, as soon as he returns, sir.

- Find him and put him on.

- Here he is now.

Superintendent How, he
wants to talk to you.

- Yes, sir?

- What the hell do you mean

by taking that man down
for a strip search?

That's not the way we operate.

- But, Superintendent, sir, I was-

- You're our guest
in this department.

International or not, you
follow our legal procedures.

- Yes, sir.

Okay, cowboy.

One phone call.

Outside.

Over there.

- The police have me down at the station

and they're trying to pin it on me.

- [Mike] Josh, you weren't
involved, were you?

- Mike, you've known me for six years.

Do I have to answer that question?

- [Mike] No, of course not.

I'll have you out within the hour.

- Okay, thanks.

You know, Mike, I'm sure
Keck was ordered to bust me

and it doesn't figure to be Raimondi.

He just doesn't seem to have the clout.

There's no way he can be the top man.

Oh, Mike, I need your car.

- Of course.

Here are the keys.

(dramatic music)

- Damn it!

(knocking)

- Hey.

Hey, anybody here?

- [Le] Taking inventory.

We're closed.

- [Josh] It's me, Josh.

- Man, you're in big
trouble, you know that?

- Yeah, I know.

- It's about time you come around.

I figured you'd be coming sooner or later.

- Le, I need a piece.

- Come on, Josh, you're just
asking to get blown away, man.

Do you know what kind of
people you're dealing with?

- I got a pretty good idea.

- Sam was a good man.

You want me to go with you?

We were the A team in Nam.

We could be again.

What do you say?

Be like old times.

- No, not yet.

- The word's out already.

You know you got a price on your head?

- Oh, yeah?

How much?

- 100,000.

- US or Hong Kong?

(Le laughs)

- You know, somebody
must want you real bad.

The street people are so afraid,

they'd sell you for the price of a fix.

Got a knife?

- I may need a place to stay later.

- It's cool with me.

As long as you don't mind sharing.

- How old is she?

- 17.

- How old?

- 17.

- 17, you old fart.

How do you keep up the pace?

- Practice, practice, practice.

Care for a taste?

- Sure.

To the old times.

- Hope it's not our last.

(glasses clinking)

(tense music)

(Keck gasps)

- Hello, Keck.

How you been, huh?

He's sick, very sick.

Something he ate.

(Keck choking)

Sweet dreams, Keck.

Sick, very sick.

Claire.

- Hi.

- We gotta get out of here.

- What's the matter?

- I ran into a little trouble.

- This is real trouble, isn't it?

- [Josh] Yeah, where's Joy?

- I just got her to sleep in here.

Josh, where are we gonna go?

- I'm not sure yet.

Wake her up and get her dressed, will you?

- Joy, come on.

(tense music)

[Josh] Damn, if I were a tree,
I'd hide in a forest.

But where the hell can
a guy hide in Hong Kong

with two beautiful women and disappear?

Oh, of course.

A cathouse.

- [driver] Hop out.

Down here.

(dramatic music)

This way, come on.

In here.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, sir.

- We need a room.

- Long time, short time?

- All day.

- 300.

- Do you come here often?

- Room 206.

Come on.

- Are these things for real?

(guests moaning)

It's cute.

- Wonder what Dave was trying to do.

Did he owe anyone besides Raimondi?

- I don't know, Josh.

(phone ringing)

- Damn.

Yeah?

- [Stan] Stan Raimondi.

- Who else?

- Mr. Randall.

By now you know that my
network is inescapable.

Therefore, be reasonable, sir.

Bring me the girl, and I will
allow you to run the new club.

If not, you saw what happened
to David and his father.

I can make you rich, Mr. Randall.

- Do me a favor, Raimondi.

Shove it.

I better look around.

(gun clicking)

You know how to use this?

- Sure.

- Okay, if anyone comes
through that door but me,

well, you know what to do.

All you have to do is squeeze the trigger.

- Right.

- Okay, easy now.

- Okay.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Oh, shit.

(gun firing)

(guests screaming)

(fists smacking)
(grunting)

- (knocks) Claire.

(gun fires)

Claire, Claire.

Easy, easy, it's Josh, easy.

Come on, give me the gun.

Give me the gun, come on.

Let's go.

Note, never let your
girl handle your piece.

(dramatic music)

Oh, shit.

- Josh, how does he know so fast?

- He's got eyes everywhere.

Come on, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- Josh, where the hell are we going?

- I'm trying to get us to Nicely's.

(metallic crash)

(Josh sighs)

Let's go.

(shouting)

You gotta be kidding.

(gun firing)
(clattering)

(dramatic music)

(crowd chattering)

- Hey!

Son of a bitch!

(hand slaps)

- Hey, wait just a-

- Okay, easy, easy.

(grunting)

The Star Ferry.

Let's get the hell out of here.

(dramatic music)

(cars honking)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Get on, get on the Star Ferry.

I'll be right with you.

(grunting)

(cans clattering)

(fist smacking)

(gun firing)

(horn blaring)

Hope you don't mind me
dropping in like this.

(calm music)

(crowd chattering)

(attacker shouting)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)
(fists smacking)

(shouting)

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- Will you get your ass in here?

You know something, your
timing sure is great.

- Oh, hi.

LeRoy, we're really sorry, we didn't know.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Look, Josh and his friends are
in a little bit of trouble.

So, honey, why don't you
go on down to mama's house,

and I'll call you later.

Okay?

Do that for daddy.

- You'll be safe here.

Le, I'll be back as soon as I can.

- Where you going?

- To get some answers.

[Joy]
- Josh?

Thank you.

- I won't tell you to be careful

if you don't tell me not to worry.

- (kisses) Don't worry.

- Be careful, huh?

- Don't touch the lights.

- Ah, Mr. Randall, I presume.

- Sit down, Carl.

- Thank you.

- Stan Raimondi declared war
on the Paschals last night.

- (laughs) Oh, that's nothing to me.

- You work for him.

- Occasionally.

Missing persons, debt collections,

bail bonds, general services.

Mr. Raimondi helps me to live.

- What does he want with the Lucky Dragon?

- I'd advise you to keep out of that.

- Carl, Sam and David
were like family to me.

Now, say something, Carl.

- Try his number one girl.

- Sally Tennant?

- [Carl] She's his star hooker.

- Come on, Carl, give me more than that.

- Leave me alone, Randall.

All I do is repossess his girls.

I'm just your average local businessman.

- This visit is just between
you and I, right, Carl?

(gun clicking)

This is just between
you and I, right, Carl?

(upbeat music)
(crowd chattering)

- Sally.

That cowboy from Paschal's is
at the bar looking for you.

- Thanks, Charles.

Buy you a drink, cowboy?

- No, thanks.

There is something you can do for me.

- Why are you so uptight?

Thinking about cheating on your old lady?

- Not exactly.

Is there someplace we can go
that's a little less crowded?

- Sure.

Come with me.

Come on.

Welcome to paradise.

- You dated David Paschal for a while.

- [Sally] So?

- You know what happened?

- [Sally] Yeah, I know.

- How tight are you with Stan Raimondi?

- I pay him protection.

He says it's like buying a franchise.

It's a life sentence.

- Who's behind him?

- Oh, what are you worried
about that now for?

- I need to know.

- What do you wanna do?

Talk?

Or have fun?

- I need some answers, Sally.

- You're asking me to
stick a gun to my head.

- Not if I get to him first.

And I will.

Trust me.

- That better not mean "fuck you".

An outfit named Osiris
keeps me in business.

- Can you give me a name?

- Yeah, I can give you a name.

One of your home team.

A guy named Ron DiBiasi.

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(passersby speak)

- You just scared the shit out of me.

- Why are you so jumpy, Ron?

- I'm not jumpy, I'm just
surprised to see you.

- I bet you are.

I know your connection with Raimondi.

What was Dave's?

- It was a status thing.

You know David wanted to be a big shot.

He tried to utz his way in,

covering bets Raimondi wouldn't touch.

- Who's the top man?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, who's the head of Osiris?

- I don't know.

Hey!

- Don't bullshit me, Ron.

I don't have the time.

- Try Danton Lord.

He may know something.

- May I borrow your keys?

- Do I have a choice?

- Not much of one.

Disappear, Ron.

There's a plane out tonight.

(gun clicking)

(tense music)
(car approaches)

- There's a car out there,
but I don't see nobody.

(door crashing)

(gun shot)

(shouting)

(fists smacking)

- [Claire] You watch out!

- You kick me again,
I'll mash your face in.

- [Claire] Okay, you're asking for it.

(fists smacking)

(head smacks)

(back cracking)

- Come on, come on, come on!

What do you want done with this bitch?

- Put her in the car.

- What about this one?

- She's mine.

- Damn it, put me down!

Put me down!

(smacks) Bastard.

You shit!

(fists smacking)

Randall!

Randall!

(Claire screams)

- Your name, please?

- DiBiasi to see Danton Lord.

(Brad gasps)

- What are you doing?

Leave him alone.

- [Brad] What's happening?

- Bravest man I ever
knew was a homosexual.

- What do you want?

- The truth.

About Stan Raimondi and Osiris.

- You're Randall.

- [Josh] That's right.

- Leave Brad out of this.

He's innocent.

Raimondi took care of the Paschals.

- I know that.

Why?

- David Paschal couldn't
deliver his father at our price.

- Who gave the orders?

- I don't know.

Stop, for God's sake, I don't know.

I'm a front man, a laundry.

I just don't know.

- Then get someone who does.

- [Brad] Hey, hey, please.

Hey, stop!

Don't hurt me.

- Todd?

Danton Lord.

Sorry to bother you.

I need to see you right away.

- Hi, Brad.

What's wrong with Danton?

(Todd groaning)

- That's pain, friend, but
it can hurt a lot worse.

Now, why did Osiris kill the Paschals?

- I don't know.

(Todd screams)

Okay, okay.

We were planning to
develop the whole area.

A Las Vegas to be.

The Paschals were in the way.

- Who runs Osiris?

Who runs you?

- It's a holding company,
it's perfectly legal.

- I said, who?

- Simon Koo.

- The old man?

- Still number one.

Runs Osiris, the hotel, everything.

He's Raimondi's father.

- Raimondi's father?

Come here, you.

(Todd groans)

- I hope we make you
suffer before you die.

- You already have.

Sweet cheeks, you could've
been a toasted marshmallow.

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- I hope you live long enough

to tell Randall what I did to his girl.

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicking)

- Le.

Le!

Le.

Hey, Le.

- Josh.

I'm sorry, man.

- It's okay, buddy, it's okay.

You'll be all right, man.

- Couldn't...

Couldn't stop...

Pig Chinese.

- Okay, it's okay.

You'll be all right, man.

You'll be okay.

- Claire.

- God!

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(dramatic music)

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- Who is that guy?

- I'm gonna check him out.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, soldier, kind of off
your beat, aren't you?

Hey, soldier, I'm talking to you.

This is the exec...

(fist smacks)

(gun clangs)

Stupid son of a bitch.

- [Josh] Is that what you used on David?

- Yeah, sucker, and I'm
gonna use 'em on you.

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

(fists smacking)

- You wanna be a hero?

Where's Raimondi?

- On his yacht.

The Pelican Bay.

(dramatic music)

(Josh shouting)

(fists smacking)

(gun firing)

- I love to watch a good fight.

And you're pretty good.

- What's your game, Chen?

- I'm the head of an
international task force

against organized crime in Hong Kong.

When we arrested Keck, he
confessed he worked for Raimondi.

- So, what now?

- Well, let's wait till my men get here,

and then we'll take them.

- He's got Joy Paschal on board.

- [Chen] Are you sure?

- I'm going to get her.

- Randall.

You're probably going
to get us both killed

but I can't let you go alone.

- This is the bill of
sale for the Lucky Dragon.

It would be much simpler for you

if you would just agree to sign it.

- What will happen to me if I do?

- You must consider what would
happen to you if you don't.

- Now I know why they
call you the bastard.

- Miss Paschal,

I do not like that word.

- Why?

Every king needs a bastard
son to do his dirty work.

- I am not my father's lackey.

He built an empire and he gave it to me

because I am capable of
doing whatever is necessary

to maintain it and to increase it.

(foot smacking)

- Bianchi?

(screaming)

(water splashing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(groaning)

(Joy gasping)

- [Josh] Watch it, Chen!

(gun firing)

- Randall.

Randall.

Randall.

- How bad?

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Stay here.

(Josh groans)

- When you want something done right,

Mr. Randall, often you
must do it yourself.

(dramatic music)

(metal clanging)

(Josh groaning)

(metal clanging)

(Josh grunting)

Come, Mr. Randall, don't quit on me now.

It's just beginning to be interesting.

(Josh grunting)

One piece at a time.

You're going to die one piece at a time.

Slowly,

but very surely, Mr. Randall.

(grunting)

You're good, Mr. Randall.

But you're not good enough.

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- Give it up, Raimondi.

It's all over.

Hold it!

(Stan screaming)

(water splashing)

(head smacking)

(cheerful music)

(waves splashing)

Hey.

(groaning)

(speaking in foreign language)

(grunting)
(fists smacking)

(dramatic music)

(fists smacking)

(cheerful music)

- So you're Osiris.

- Simon Koo.

An old man.

Easy to find.

Easy to talk to.

- Yeah, real easy.

- I named my company for the
Egyptian god of the dead.

- Very appropriate.

You killed a lot of good people, old man.

- You are Randall.

I have made a place
for you in my business.

Didn't my son tell you?

- That's why I came here.

To tell you that your
son made me an offer.

Before he died.

- Randall, you're as good as dead.

(fist smacks)

- Your girl was very good.

(laughs)

(fists smacking)
(grunting)

(crashing)

- Kill him, kill him!

(Simon speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic music)
(Josh screaming)

(grunting)

(Josh shouting)

(crashing)

(choking)

(Simon speaking in foreign language)

(toilet crashing)

(window crashing)

(Josh shouting)

(window crashing)

(screaming)

- [Josh] Right here, the white Mercedes.

- Bodies all over the place.

You're a real litterbug.

- Sorry about that.

- You and Joy have done all you can,

and I really appreciate it.

Officially we're calling it a gang war.

The key people will be deported

and that'll finish the syndicate.

Simon Koo will be committed

to an institution for the insane.

Apparently the death of his
son was too much for him.

Sure you wouldn't like to join the force?

- Thanks anyway.

- Well, good luck.

Good luck to you too.

- You're a hard man to get to know, Josh.

But I think I do now.

I even got to know myself a little better.

Josh, I was thinking,

I'd like to get the
Lucky Dragon going again.

Do you think I can?

- You're a Paschal, aren't you?

- You're damn right I am.

(dramatic music)

- [Josh] Hong Kong.

A borrowed place that
lives on borrowed time.

The British run it now.

But in 17 years, the lease runs out.

And the People's Republic is the landlord.

But this is a city of survivors.

And whatever happens, Hong
Kong will always be the place.

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