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''TRIADS DEFY LAW I N I LLICIT GUN TRADI NG''

''MAJOR SMUGGLI NG SYNDICATES I NVOLVED''

Stop! Stop!

Pissant! Listen up punk. You murdered

a cop, a guy in the teahouse.

He was my friend. Your thugs also

killed a lot of innocent customers.

I'm on your case, scum.

If I find anything, I bust you.

A souvenir.

Hi there, pal. A souvenir.

I don't think it's

the best place to kill him.

Leave it.

Don't want it?

Or too small for you?

What a waste!

- I'm waiting for the big one.

- Real smart, guy. It'll cost you.

- How much do you think?

- Hundred grand.

The police wouldn't cough it up.

Thirty.

I go through bloody hell for you.

I even get a gun held to my head.

Spare me the tears.

My first offer or forget it.

My mom warned me

to stay away from cops.

Johnny'll do over

Hui's arms cache tonight.

This is the spot. Be careful

with that jerk, Tequila.

He's not quite sane.

I'll see you after the fireworks

at the jazz bar.

Right.

I fixed up your ma

at the old folks home.

- Thanks.

- See her when you can.

I'll see her when I'm big-time.

No problem.

Money's in the bucket.

Ma'am, more roses have come.

Call the armory right now and

get us all kitted out for tonight.

- Don't we need Pang's say-so?

- I say so.

Hello? Armory?

Lionheart here.

My boss wants heavy-duty

issue for tonight.

Yeah, I'll get them later.

Don't ask, tell you later.

''Don't ever bite

your own tail again.''

- Will we need more back-up?

- No, it's not a war, we can handle it.

- All right, you two. Out, out, out!

- Yes sir.

Two cops had their guns stolen.

Check it out.

And lay off the gun-running job.

I've spent God knows how many hours

working on this bloody case.

- And you tell me to lay off?

- You shut up!

Just get on with it, right?

Maybe you'd like to do an encore.

Enjoying the performance?

This is my office.

Show me some respect.

This may be your goddamn

office, Tequila.

But the whole station's mine.

You know, you're really full of sh*t.

The toilet's over there.

Hello? Hold on a second. Alan.

I'll need your help tonight.

I'm sure I can count on you.

Right. What can I say but yes?

I'll send someone to pick you up.

We're moving the guns tonight.

- Raid my own boss's arsenal?

- Got it. And kill him as well.

I can't force you. I just want to know

if we can be partners.

You'd be one hell of an asset.

Either we conquer the world,

or you kill me tonight with this.

No regrets, either.

I have my own.

Mr. Hui, it's a raid!

All right, come here.

Load up the stuff.

Move it.

Over here.

Alan, I've done my part.

You get in there.

You've already destroyed him.

No need to kill him.

You think he'd let me live

if he was here with a gun?

Not a chance. In this world,

the man who holds the gun wins.

The real fact is he's in my way,

and he's got to die.

He doesn't want big bucks,

but I sure as hell do.

His low prices are killing my market.

I'm losing out.

So don't blame me. It's what you've got,

not how you made it. All right?

Okay, load her up.

Everything else

depends on you now, Alan.

If you can't do it

when he gets here, I can.

You know where

your bread's buttered.

Go.

Alan, you stinking traitor.

F*** you. You goddamn little sh*t.

Lonny, drop that gun.

Drop it!

And the rest of you, drop them!

Drop your guns!

Alan, I see this

is where I check out.

Mr. Hui, what are your weapons

doing down there?

Maybe surrendering?

Or scared to death?

- Bastard!

- Stop! Stop it, idiot, cool it.

Put your effing guns down.

Idiots!

Johnny, if I die-- that's fine...

but surely you don't

have to kill all my boys?

Johnny, he's right.

Why waste any bullets on sh*t?

It's up to you this time.

Whatever you want, that choice is yours.

Johnny, you're a smart guy.

I'd like to talk to Alan alone.

Yes or no?

Mr. Hui, you'll need

more than words.

Now, everything changes.

It isn't always pleasant either,

and there isn't always a choice.

Like Hawaii. I didn't go

because I knew this day would come.

Someone had to sell me out to him.

But I read you all wrong.

An error of judgment.

One of those things.

Please, release the guys.

Look, I'm happy to die, but not by the

hands of that bunch of rotten goat sh*t.

- I want you to shoot me, Alan.

- Shoot you?

Shoot me.

Go on, do it.

Finish the job.

There's no way out.

Either you kill me, or I kill you.

- Mr. Hui!

- Don't move! Hold it!

Boss! Mr. Hui!

Kill him! Kill that guy!

- Forget it, you get out.

- Bullshit, I'll kill him.

It isn't worth it.

Cool, dude.

- Go for it.

- Yep.

Who is he?

We both know him.

How come he didn't shoot me?

Yuen, I told you already

to lay off the case.

Tell me who he is!

- A triad.

- Triad?

I wish he were.

Somehow I don't think he is.

If I see him, he's a dead duck.

Just thought I'd tell you.

Sergeant Yuen, get back here!

I don't have to tell you the reasons.

- Remember that.

- It'd be a smart move, nonetheless.

If I'd had slugs the other night,

I'd have killed a cop.

Aren't we self-righteous.

As a matter of fact,

back at the teahouse, you did.

Yeah, it's not the first time.

Accidents happen.

Please, Tequila. Sacrifices.

On duty, a police officer

bravely sacrifices his life!

Sacrifices?

Is that what you call it?

You'd better tell us who are

the cops and who are the thieves...

and why you want us

to kill each other?

Better buckle down to the job

and forget all the questions.

Let me say this, you're under my

command, not the other way around.

You want to ask why?

There's a hundred questions

you ain't gonna get answered.

Like why do cops need search

warrants and not thieves?

Why do cops have to write reports

when they use a gun and robbers don't?

Why are known murderers considered

innocent until proven guilty...

and why does the burden of proof

lie on us, not on them?

Why?

If I knew the answer to that,

I'd be the superintendent.

All right?

What I say is this.

I lost a good friend back there

when Ah-Lung checked out in the teashop.

I don't give a sh*t what

happens to me, all right...

but I'll get that human garbage

and burn him.

God help anybody

who tries to stop me.

Sergeant!

If you step out of line again,

you'll be out of a job.

- It'll be one more problem.

- I'm shaking.

That's what being

a cop is all about.

Can't beat the system

even if you're right.

Don't fit, don't play.

I thought there would be justice.

Every time a bastard got off,

I lost more faith.

But at the end of the day,

I got over it.

- And if you couldn't crack a case?

- Suicide.

- C'mon. Worse than that.

- Sometimes, yes.

What a shitty likeness!

It took me two days to see it.

In fact, I know him.

He lives at Clearwater Bay.

Foxy, what a winner, right?

It could have been easier.

- So?

- Pang says he's a triad.

Beware, he's an undercover.

Be very careful.

If you speak to him,

tell him there's no need...

to kill or be killed

to crack a case.

There are better ways.

- You got a guy called Vodka?

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