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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... 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.

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!

Enough fun and games.
Get the money, Diamond.

Here, keep the change.

My best hat. Shit.

The briefcase stays here.

You want it, huh? Here.

Why, you bastard.

I'm gonna break your face!

You have a nice day too.

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."

- 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...

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.

But it's beautiful.

- Here you go.
- Hi, Josh.

Hi, Joyce.

- Hey, Josh. How you doing?
- Fine, Ron.

How was the trip to L. A?

- Good, thanks.
- Got time for a beer?

- Not now. Know where Dave is?
- I think he's by the cashier.

- Okay, maybe later.
- Okay, great.

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.

Give me the rest.

You just made the shit list.

Go cheat somebody else.

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.

- 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.

DiBiasi, bring me the odds
on the cup match.

Hey, Sam!

Down here!

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

Okay, shtarker. Give me a hand.

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?

Hell of a way to meet.
I practically tore your club apart.

Best damn fight I ever saw.

You've come a long way since then.

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

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.

- Was that supposed to be for me?
- Yeah.

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 Ionely.
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.

We're gonna watch the Memorial Cup
at the club tonight. Wanna come?

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.

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.

Those goons aren 't here
to play bingo.

Heads up, Ron. We're being hit.

As far as you go.

- I have a million dollars in here, I have...
- What?

- What the hell is going on?
- Robbery. Watch them.

Damn! I don't believe
what's happening.

The bastards are just
playing keep-away.

Come on, would you do
something for us?

David, it's only a game.
What, you got money on this?

Yeah. Yeah, some.

Any word on those guys who tried
to hit us today?

Not yet, Sam. Brighton's
gonna score again.

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?

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.

- And there goes the whistle.

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?
- 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.

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.

J&B.

- You guys know this game?
- Yeah, we know it.

How much?

A hundred bucks a roll.

That's shit stakes.

I guess you couldn't expect much more
from one of Paschal's penny-ante outfits.

Put your money where your mouth is.

- 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 $ 7000 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 enough
to lose like this?

- You guys want to quit?
- I'll take you anytime. 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...!

Son...

...you had better
talk some sense into him.

Shit.

Hey, teach me how to play.

Get lost.

Doesn't feel good, does it?

Why do they always pick on my hat?

I enjoyed the game.
Let's play again sometime.

Nice place you have here.

Asshole.

You idiot. Not here.

Dad, Stan Raimondi is a dangerous man.
You crossed him.

I stood up for my family.

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...?

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.

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

Dave isn 't telling me everything.

Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Joy.

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?
- 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.

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. Now you're the sole owner.

- But who would wanna do this?
- When I know why, I'll know who.

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 bit.

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.
That's a funny name for a cowboy.

- Address?
- Post office box 97520. City.

- Employment?
- Lucky Dragon Casino.

- 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.

Hey, hey, what's wrong?
You're not feeling well?

You're a big boy. Let's go, huh?

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.

Tattoo, right shoulder.

- Screaming Eagle.
- Screaming Eagle.

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 cheek. Right.

- I know, sir.
- Chen, we don 't operate that way.

- I want to talk to him.
- Yes, as soon as he returns.

- Find him and put him on.
- Here he is now.

- Superintendent How wants to talk to you.
- Yes, sir?

What do you mean taking
that man down for a strip search?

- That's not how we operate.
- But, sir, I was...

You're our guest in this department.

International or not,
follow our procedures.

Yes, sir.

Okay, cowboy. One phone call.

Outside.

Over there.

The police have me
and want to pin it on me.

Josh, you weren 't involved, were you?

Mike, you've known me for six years.
Do I have to answer that?

No. 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.

- Mike, I need your car.
- Of course. Here are the keys.

Damn it!

Hey. Hey, anybody here?

Taking inventory. We're closed.

It's me, Josh.

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

Yeah, I know.

It's about time you come by. 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.

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?

- A hundred thousand.
- U.S. Or Hong Kong?

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?

- Seventeen.
- How old?

- Seventeen.
- Seventeen, 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.

Hello, Keck. How you been, huh?

He's sick. Very sick. Something he ate.

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?
- 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.

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

But where can a guy hide in Hong Kong
with two beautiful women...

...and disappear?

Of course. A cathouse.

Hop out.

Down here.

This way, come on.

In here.

- Yes, sir.
- We need a room.

Long time? Short time?

- All day.
- Three hundred.

Do you come here often?

Room 206. Come on.

Are these things for real?

It's cute.

Wonder what Dave was trying to do.

- Did he owe anyone besides Raimondi?
- I don't know, Josh.

Damn.

- Yeah?
- 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.

- You know how to use this?
- Sure.

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

Well, you know what to do.

- Just squeeze the trigger.
- Right.

- Okay, easy now.
- Okay.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Claire.

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.

- Oh, shit.
- Josh, how does he know so fast?

He's got eyes everywhere.

Come on, let's go.

- Josh, where the hell are we going?
- I'm trying to get us to Nicely's.

Let's go.

You gotta be kidding.

Hey!

Son of a bitch!

- Hey, wait just a...
- Okay. Easy. Easy.

The Star Ferry.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Get on. Get on the Star Ferry.
I'll be right with you.

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

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.

Josh and his friends
are in a bit of trouble.

So, honey, why don't you go 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.

Josh. Thank you.

I won't tell you to be careful
if you don't tell me not to worry.

Don't worry.

Be careful, huh?

Don't touch the lights.

Mr. Randall, I presume.

- Sit down, Carl.
- Thank you.

- Raimondi declared war on the Paschals.
- 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?
- She's his star hooker.

Come on, Carl, give me more.

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?

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

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.
- So?

You know what happened?

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.

- Was he good-Iooking or not?
- Yeah.

- You just scared the shit out of me.
- Why are you so jumpy, Ron?

- I'm not jumpy, I'm 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.

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.

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

You watch out.

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

Okay, you're asking for it.

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.

Bastard.

You shit.

Randall!

Randall!

- Your name, please?
- DiBiasi. To see Danton Lord.

What are you doing?
Leave him alone.

What's happening?

Bravest man I ever knew
was homosexual.

- What do you want?
- The truth.

About Stan Raimondi and Osiris.

- You're Randall.
- 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 don't know.

- Then get someone who does.
- Hey. Hey, please.

Hey, stop.

Don't hurt me.

Todd? Danton Lord.

Sorry to bother you.

I need to see you now.

Hi, Brad. What's wrong with Danton?

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

Now, why did Osiris kill the Paschals?

I don't know.

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.

I hope we make you suffer
before you die.

You already have.

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

I hope you live long enough
to tell Randall...

...what I did to his girl.

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!

Who is that guy?

I'm gonna check him out.

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

Hey, soldier, I'm talking to you.
This is the exec...

Stupid son of a bitch.

- Is that what you used on David?
- Yeah, and I'm gonna use them on you.

You wanna be a hero?

- Where's Raimondi?
- On his yacht.

The Pelican Bay.

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 onboard.

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 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'm capable
of doing whatever necessary...

...to maintain it and to increase it.

Bianchi?

Watch it, Chen!

Randall.

Randall.

Randall.

- How bad?
- I'm okay. I'm okay.

Stay here.

When you want something done right,
Mr. Randall, often you must do it yourself.

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

It's just beginning to be interesting.

One piece at a time.

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

Slowly...

...but very surely, Mr. Randall.

You're good, Mr. Randall.

But you're not good enough.

Give it up, Raimondi. It's all over.

Hold it!

Hey.

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.

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.

Your girl was very good.

Kill him! Kill him!

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.
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.

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.

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.