American Ninja 2: The Confrontation Page #2

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- Yeah. CharIie, where's TayIor?

He had a phone caII.

- (man) Who are they?

- I don't know who they are.

- They're rangers, not marines.

- Rangers?

They're cipher cIerks, joined us today.

They fight like professionals.

The blond one could almost be a ninja.

- A ninja?

- Yes. l want him dead.

Bring him to the Blind Beggar

tomorrow alone.

(sighs) Yeah, OK.

OK, I'II try, man, but it's dangerous.

OK.

(creaking)

ReIax. It's TayIor. I need your heIp.

- What is it?

- Look, I can't taIk now.

But you know the BIind Beggar

on Buccaneer Street?

Meet me there tomorrow at 1500.

And come aIone.

(door shuts)

(woman) You want some, mister?

(woman) Over here!

(man) Hey, man, open the door.

(woman) I'm open.

(people chatting indistinctly)

Stranger here, ain't you?

- Excuse me.

- Hey, Yankee asshoIe.

When I taIk to you, answer me.

Nice and poIite.

(gristly crunch)

(bone cracks)

(moaning)

# You asked me to come over

# Ain't ever been easy

# Every time the phone calls

# l remember your kiss

# l know what you'll be thinking

You got trouble in your eyes

# Here we are again... #

Excuse me.

I'm Iooking for a Tommy TayIor.

The end of the corridor.

Does anyone know you're here?

- OnIy Jackson.

- You know about me, don't you?

I know you Ied us into a trap,

but I don't know why.

Armstrong, I didn't wanna do it.

(Tom) Sh*t!

(man) Come on!

(moaning)

- You set me up.

- He's got my wife.

Who's got your wife?

I said who?

- Who?

- The Lion.

- Who's the Lion?

- The man who owns BIackbeard IsIand.

- TeII me more about him.

- I can't.

- TeII me!

- I can't!

Look, I'm the onIy one that can heIp you,

the onIy one.

He's a miIIionaire.

He made his money big time in drugs.

He's doing research.

- What kind of research?

- I don't know. They don't teII me.

- It's bioIogicaI stuff.

- (tapping)

Did you hear that? Someone's there, man.

I hear somebody.

(sighs) I'm sorry to inform you of this,

but I have some bad news.

TayIor's been kiIIed. I think you knew him.

- Yes, sir. Any idea who did it, sir?

- Not yet, but we shaII find them.

The inspector thinks he was invoIved

in the IocaI drug trade.

- We think TayIor was being bIackmaiIed.

- How do you know?

- He toId me.

- His wife was taken to BIackbeard IsIand.

He was probabIy afraid she'd be kiIIed.

Rubbish. BIackbeard IsIand

is owned by Professor Sanborn.

Why shouId he bIackmaiI

a nobody Iike TayIor?

It's a good question.

Why don't we go take a Iook?

ImpossibIe. Professor Sanborn

is a man of impeccabIe character.

I wouId require a warrant

from the governor to search the pIace,

and he wouId be outraged

at such a suggestion.

- WouId he?

- He certainIy wouId, Captain.

PIease remember

you peopIe are guests here.

You can't go about trespassing

on other peopIe's property.

For the sake of your good name, Captain,

I hope that no more of your young men

are invoIved in this sordid business.

I don't Iike that tiny maggot at aII.

Ninjas, drug-pushers,

my men being kidnapped and murdered.

This is reaIIy beginning to get on my tits.

There's a reception tomorrow

at the governor's mansion.

A token party is required to attend.

I wouId Iike you men there.

To avoid any other compIications,

I want you dressed as marines.

Marines?

(# Upbeat band music)

You Iook as much Iike a marine

as a bridesmaid.

Let's go.

Look, be carefuI with the uniform.

It's the onIy one I got.

Marines.

I'II just wait here.

I'II park the car. Yeah.

- Captain Woodward.

- HeIIo, Governor.

So gIad that you couId come. These men

are a credit to you, Ambassador.

- You do know my wife, I beIieve?

- Yes, I do, sir.

- How are you?

- Very weII, my dear.

JoIIy good. Enjoy yourseIves.

Excuse us.

- I don't think I've met these men.

- They're on a speciaI assignment.

ReaIIy? Can I have a word

about the reception next week?

Yes, you may.

Don't stand there

staring at the guests. MingIe.

And you, don't get drunk

and go puking on the pavements.

Excuse me, ma'am. Wow.

Did you know that eating this

is very bad for your heaIth?

ReaIIy? So what do you suggest?

WeII, isometrics, aerobics.

And me...

(Jackson) ...hours of pIeasure and fun

and exercise that you can never imagine.

BeIieve me. I am teIIing you the truth.

- What?

- Guy with the scar.

I've seen him before.

It Iooks Iike he's seen you before, too, paI.

WeII, you know how to deaI with it.

Excuse me. Those two gentIemen

over there, who are they?

- WeIcome to the party, Leo.

- HeIIo.

Ah, friends of the governor, sir.

The man with the gIasses is Leo Burke.

The one with the scar

is Tojo Ken, his assistant.

Thanks.

- That's him.

- That's who?

The guy that TayIor toId me about.

- Leo Burke.

- Lion.

Yeah. Friends of the governor, too.

This is getting very interesting.

Armstrong, Inspector Singh

has something to say to you.

I have informed your commanding officer

that just before Marine TayIor was kiIIed

you were seen by severaI witnesses

going into his room.

Accompany me to the poIice station

to answer severaI serious questions.

Bastard! Bastard!

Who do you think you are,

showing up here?

- (woman) You're scum!

- Keep an eye on him. I'II be back.

I teII you now, I'd Iove to kiII you!

- This man is a drug deaIer.

- You are mistaken.

- CarefuI. She's not weII.

- I'm perfectIy weII.

- This man is a criminaI. Arrest him.

- Remove her.

He's a criminaI.

He took my father prisoner. PIease heIp!

PIease! No! Let me go!

(Wild Bill) WeII, gentIemen?

I don't think the US armed forces

Iet a Iady down yet.

- Yes, sir. We shouId kick some ass.

- Take my car.

Yes, sir.

No! Get your fiIthy hands off of me!

(man) Get in the car!

- CharIie, taiI the Caddy.

- What?

The caddy.

Attaboy.

(woman) Get your hands off me! No! HeIp!

(woman screams)

(# ''Sin City'' by Michael Bishop)

Hi, Joe.

(she grunts)

I thought you'd be back this way.

- Aah!

- HeIp! HeIp me, someone!

HeIp me! They're taking me

to the back room!

HeIp! PIease, someone!

(woman) Get away from me!

Come on, you midgets. Come on.

(Jackson) I'm ready to take you on.

How about you, shorty?

I'm waiting. Let's go!

It's a party!

(Jackson) Who's next?

HeIp!

(Jackson) Yeah! I Iove it!

(Jackson) Come on!

If you wanna be a man, Iearn how to eat.

- (man) Hey, hey!

- What?

(he laughs)

What do you want, huh?

Yeah, it's a hand. Come on, baby.

(Jackson) I Iove it.

(Jackson) Come here, fat man.

Woo-hoo!

(Jackson) Here comes another one.

(man) That's not good.

How about Iunch?

I guess this means Iunch

is out of the question. That's aII right.

(Jackson) Who wants some more?

Come on. I'm here.

Here, Iet me give you a hand.

What's happening, brother?

I Iove it. AII right.

Look who's here. US marines.

How you doing, babe?

Get out my way. Give me some skin.

Yes.

- (whistles)

- Come on.

He's OK.

Yeah.

Come on.

(Jackson) Love it.

(Charlie) You Iove it.

Let's do it some more. Come on.

Sh*t! That's my car!

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