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...always striving

to achieve the impossible.

He would have exceeded

my accomplishments...

...but he chose his own path.

He was your leader.

He was my son.

We will miss him.

I want Zack Grant followed

wherever he goes.

Either he leads us to the scum

responsible for Victor's death...

...or my loss...

...will become his.

Sir?

- Sir?

- Yeah.

Your seat belt.

- What about it?

- t must be fastened before takeoff.

We're still at the gate.

But the pilot's turned on

the "fasten seat belt" sign.

Until the pilot turns on

the engines...

...there's not much chance

of me falling out of my seat.

Still, it is an airline regulation.

I'll risk it, okay?

Okay.

Charming, Grant. You'll have

no problem convincing the yakuza...

...that you're a typical

American gun dealer.

Unrefined and egotistical.

Fortunately, you don't

speak Japanese...

...which means once we're inside,

I'll be running the show.

Sure we'll get in?

As an avid art collector myself...

...I know what Kobayashi

will appreciate.

Trust me, we'll get in.

...0 to 60 in 3. 2 seconds.

We start the bidding at 35, 000.

That's item 112.

I make the first move.

Unfortunately, many Japanese still

cling to cliches about Americans.

What, that we're all loud-mouthed,

two-faced sons of b*tches?

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

Americans think Japanese are...

...stone-faced,

tight-assed, rip-off merchants.

It's a good thing

we're both above all that.

Yeah.

Friendly guy.

He's a baby.

That's the fish oil.

Matching Tattakanese swords.

Our gift to you.

They are very rare.

Accept them in the spirit

of our pending relationship.

Our relationship?

What does that mean?

My friend is with the military.

You got any money to lose?

What are you playing?

Japanese five-card.

Your deal.

Any of you play guts?

Guts?

Please... who referred you to me?

I may want to reward him.

He was a "she. "

We each get three cards,

you make your best hand.

Three of a kind is tops.

Take a chip...

...and put it under the table.

She works for you.

I have no female operatives.

If you're in,

you keep the chip in your palm.

If you're out, you don't.

But if you stay in and you lose...

...you gotta match the pot.

Okay?

That's guts.

What was her name?

Seiko.

You take the chip in your palm.

So you remember her now?

Please tell me.

I will tell you two things

I am sure of...

Seiko did not send you to me.

...and you're not a gun dealer.

Put your hands under the table.

I'm very sorry...

...I've taken your time.

Who are you?

Get out, Gim! Go!

Gim, go!

FBl!

Lower your guns!

I'm just gonna have a little talk

with your boss here, okay?

You can't f*** with the United

States government, a**hole!

But no backup at all?

What the f*** were you guys doing?

Yeah, I got him right here,

no thanks to you.

I want a battalion

when I bring him in, all right?

Nothing left to chance, okay?

You've made a big mistake.

Arresting you or saving your ass?

You led them here.

This is your fault.

You killed Serlano's son and

I'm the bad guy? don't think so.

I have done nothing wrong.

Save your English. t sucks.

Your career is over.

No, you're wrong there.

My career's just started,

I'll tell you that right now.

Who the f*** is that?

Hello?

What do you call a mule

that needs a shave?

Who is this?

Serlano. Senior.

I had nothing to do with your son.

Maybe not, but because of some

impressive luck on your part...

...you have the prime suspect.

I want him to stand trial...

...before me.

My career's shot

full of holes already.

This is your son

we're talking about, Zack.

You understand me?

Your son.

Don't you f***ing touch him.

It's all up to you, Zack.

Up to you.

Problems?

A private auction was the site of

a full-scale gun battle this evening.

FBI special agent, Gim Takakura...

...was involved

in the shootout inside.

Yeah?

What do you mean, he hasn't shown up?

Where else could he have gone?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard

flight 511, nonstop to Los Angeles.

It's about 41/2 hours in,

so sit back and enjoy your flight.

Can I get you a cocktail?

No.

How about you, sir?

No.

I was talking to the other gentleman.

- He doesn't want anything.

- Wine, please.

Chardonnay.

Kiwi with that?

Kiwi?

Very refreshing.

The fuzz tickles your throat.

I'll be right back.

Don't f*** with me.

I would say the f***ing

is coming from you, Mr. Grant.

You may arrest me,

but I'm not a convict.

In fact, you'll be apologizing

to me very soon.

Yeah, I think you're right.

I'm sorry.

You know, I don't give

a sh*t about Serlano.

Someone was bound to put

that demented f*** down.

But Seiko...

...that girl had everything

going for her.

So how'd you get her to do it?

What? You threaten to kill her?

What?

Yeah, right.

Save it for your defence.

That's where

all the bullshit gets flung.

Your chardonnay.

And your peeled kiwi.

Seedless?

Actually, the kiwi is a seed-bearing

fruit. spooned them out.

- Very thoughtful.

- Thank you.

- Anything else?

- 'll have a pumpkin with a happy face.

Trouble in paradise?

The guy in 9-C. Typical sub-B type.

I tried courtesy, small talk,

a sincere and inviting smile.

Well, this isn't training.

These are real people.

Personalities go ape-sh*t

when people get stressed out.

For all we know, this guy could have

an incredible fear of flying.

Sometimes the best thing is

just to leave him alone.

Look.

In the last 30 years there have been

25 million auto-related fatalities...

...compared with only 3000

caused by airline disasters.

Most of those can be traced

to bad weather conditions.

Since it's summer and we're

nowhere near a thunderstorm...

...there's no reason

to be afraid of flying.

What you're really feeling

is the fear of the unknown.

Does that make sense?

I am not afraid to fly.

Very good.

I mean, I'm not afraid of flying.

Then your rude behaviour

and total lack of respect for me...

...is your natural personality

and not due to stress?

Okay, you're right.

I'm stressed out.

I sure hope so.

Otherwise we both just made

big fools of ourselves.

- You should be sleeping.

- can't.

You could if

you turned this light out.

I don't want to sleep.

Okay?

Okay.

Sam. Sam.

Look into my eyes.

You're doing great, Sam.

- Look at me, baby.

- Zack.

Come on, Mrs. Grant, big push.

One last push.

Sam, come on! Push!

That's it. There he is.

Mrs. Grant, you have a boy!

- Pulse dropping!

- Sam!

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What are you doing to her?

- Get him out of here! Get him away!

- What are you doing?

We have to let them do their job!

Stay here.

Stay with us! Stay!

Again! Come on, one more time.

Give me 50 more right away.

Right away.

We lost her.

Shouldn't fall asleep on the job.

Too much at stake if you botch

this assignment. Why isn't he cuffed?

- Who are you?

- 'm Mr. Serlano's contingency plan.

If anything goes wrong, I take over.

And then all deals are off.

I'll bring him in like I said.

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