Revenge of the Ninja Page #2

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-Mario, you eat--

-What is this?

What did you bring?

Nobody's gonna eat that sh*t.

You know, you're getting so skinny,

you're looking like a razorblade.

Take it easy.

-Have another beer.

-I don't need another beer.

F***ing beer's going right through me.

I'm gonna take a leak.

-All right?

-All right.

Oh, sh*t, that feels good.

What the f*** is this, Halloween?

Get outta here.

You son of a b*tch!

There he is, come on.

I got bad news, Mr. C.

I don't think you'll get your money today.

On the street, the word is that

there's a ton of H on the way from Japan.

Some Jap, he's taken over your market.

Goddamn Japanese.

They break Detroit. Now they want me.

-You keep sniffing around.

-Sure.

-I'll be in touch.

-Sure.

-What's going on here?

-Holy--

Jesus Christ!

Grab him!

What the sh*t is this?

-Get those people out of here.

-Move back.

Everybody back, come on.

Look, here comes Caifano.

Bad news travels fast, don't it?

His brother, his stoolie, now his nephew.

-He'll be buying a lot of flowers this week.

-Get lost. This is a private conversation.

-My pleasure.

-Hold it right there, guys.

-That my nephew?

-And his girlfriend. You wanna take a look?

What the hell for?

What's so goddamn important that

you and me gotta have a talk, lieutenant?

What's so important, a**hole...

is they're dead.

They've been drowned.

The coroner said it's gonna take

a jackhammer to get them apart.

-He was a good-looking kid.

-You talk to me, you son of a b*tch.

If somebody's muscling in,

I wanna know who the f*** it is!

-That's my bag of apples.

-And mine.

Bullshit! You guys celebrate downtown

every time one of us gets the clap.

What the f*** do you want from me?

I want a name, I want addresses.

I've got nothing.

Then you've got what I've got, sh*t!

That's Dave Hatcher,

the guy I told you about. He's the instructor.

Dave Hatcher, Lt. Dime.

I understand you wanna get involved.

-What's up?

-Come here. I wanna talk to you.

Take a look.

This is what's left of Caifano's brother.

His right leg.

The largest bone in the body,

and it's been cracked like a toothpick.

This is his chest.

The sternum has been shattered

in nine different places...

the clavicle has been cracked in two,

and the ribs have been crushed.

Jesus.

This is his head, what's left of it.

Now, Hatcher...

my question to you:

Is it possible for a man

to do this to another man?

Sure, driving a truck.

The coroner claims no weapon was used.

And yet the blows were struck

against the large bone...

at a precise 90-degree angle,

as if by a machine.

-Could you cause that kind of damage?

-No.

-lt requires special training from childhood.

-Do you know anyone that could?

There was Arou,

a group in Japan that were bone-breakers.

About 300 or 400 years ago.

I'm talking about Thursday at 11:00.

I don't know anybody that could have.

But I have a Japanese friend,

someone who's an expert on these things.

Bring him to me.

Come on, we've never seen anything

like this before.

We're up against the wall in this case.

I think it involves some ninja techniques,

like bone-breaking, blowguns.

You're an expert on that stuff.

Do it for me as a personal favor.

What the hell do you call

this damned thing?

It's called a star shuriken.

Ninja weapon.

Ninja, is that one

of those martial arts things?

The ninja's much more powerful.

They were warriors of ancient times.

You know, masters of assassination

in medieval Japan.

Are you trying to tell me there's ninjas...

running around there,

killing people in the 20th century? Come on.

Couldn't an athlete, a professional,

throw one of these things?

Why not?

He wouldn't have a master to teach him,

show him how to build the damn thing.

He couldn't hit a door with one of those.

The length of the blade is precise.

Only by passing through the gate

of the eyes can it reach the brain and kill.

Oh, sh*t.

It's really very simple.

Mr. Osaki, I understand

you didn't want to come here.

We can't afford to pay you

very much money...

but if you're half right about what you say,

then we're gonna need your help.

-I'm sorry.

-Cho, come on.

It's impossible.

I'm opening up a new gallery tomorrow.

I have no time.

Don't, please!

It's private, get lost.

Come on.

-What do you want?

-Come on.

I can't believe what you're doing to me.

Tell them Jap friends of yours

to lay off my family.

I set you up in this country, remember?

You owe me one.

Come on, let's meet.

Have you got the money?

Of course I've got the money.

You bring the stuff to my office.

And I'll pay you, COD.

COD is no good anymore.

Cash in advance.

I'll meet you at the gallery in three hours.

I'll wait for you there.

Come alone.

Bring the cash.

The son of a b*tch!

Chief, Alberto, come here.

You know where that new gallery,

that Japanese gallery is...

-on Third and Broadway?

-Yeah.

I want you to go down there.

Clean the place out.

Especially the little Japanese dolls.

You bring them all here to me, understand?

-Come.

-Hey!

If anybody gets in your way,

scalp them, right?

Keep an eye on the girl.

Don't let her out of the house.

If she gives you any trouble,

you know what to do.

Okay, let's take 'em.

-Come on, let's go.

-I got this one.

Come on, let's hurry.

Give me a hand here.

Come on, you!

Come on, let's get out of here.

Hey, look!

Move it! Jeez!

Holy sh*t!

Tell the lieutenant, if you see him,

I'm at the gallery.

Okay, but I'll tell him. Oh, here he is.

Lieutenant, I was trying to find you.

Wait a second.

I notified Missing Persons.

They put a bulletin out on your boy.

It should be out on the air within an hour.

I don't know. Somebody will see him.

-I'm sorry.

-Thank you.

Any relatives, friends?

Any place he might have gone?

We are still strangers here.

He must be hiding someplace.

He knows the danger.

He will not return until he must.

-Do you suspect anyone?

-Everyone.

As you do.

We still need your help, Osaki.

I'm sorry.

Cathy, the dolls are gone.

Someone stole them from the gallery.

I was double-crossed.

Now listen, little Kane saw me.

Find him, and bring him here to me.

Not Kane. Not Cho, please.

Count with me.

-"Five."

-Five.

-"Four."

-Four.

-"Three."

-Three.

"Two."

"One."

Now go and get him.

Sorry to disturb you, but I think I can help.

It's all right.

There are some ex-cons who might

have some information about your dolls.

I thought you might like

to check them out with me.

Good. I'll drive.

That's them.

Look, here come the police, man.

Wonder what he wants with us this time.

I own that new Japanese

doll gallery downtown.

Some thieves broke into it.

My son is missing, too.

Do you know anything about it?

Hey, you know me.

Do I have to haul your asses in again?

F*** off, pal.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, boy!

We've been going crazy.

Are you okay?

We're friends, aren't we?

Just like your father...

aren't you?

You can sense it.

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