Rising Sun Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 129 min
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- I kept his passport.
- (Graham) His f***in' passport? Jesus!
Get his ass, not his passport.
What are you waiting for? You want "banzai"
carved on her ass with a samurai sword?
Let's go get this Eddie Sock-It-To-Me.
I'm gonna break your arms, my friend.
I'm gonna love breaking your f***ing arms.
Come on, Web.
(Perry) The old guy sucker punched me.
- If I see him again, he's dead meat.
- Oh, forget it.
Good evening, Jeff. Mr Sakamura in?
- Huh?
- (mumbles)
(gun is cocked)
Easy, big fella.
Just like old times, Web.
Do you miss it? A night out with the boys?
- Sure beats all that diplomacy sh*t.
- I thought no violence.
Last thing we want.
The guy's a murderer, Spider-san.
LAPD takes no chances.
Yeah, but we do take prisoners. Right?
- Listen, why did Connor let this guy walk?
- I can't say.
What is he about?
The guy's always careful not to offend their...
What is it we're not supposed to offend?
F*** 'em, they break the law.
- If that brands me as a reactionary...
- (man) We're in position. Stand by.
Moving in.
What does that mean anyway, reactionary? Is
that a dirty word? Like racist, or something?
All this talk of race. Whatever happened
to good and evil, or "He did it"?
A guy did it, you catch him.
(Eddie speaks Japanese)
Plundering our natural resources.
F***in' guys are into everything.
(whispers in Japanese)
What time you got, Web?
2:
1 0.(Graham) Make a note. At 2:1 1 ,
suspect was apprehended.
Eddie Sakamura calling. It's urgent.
I must speak about missing disk.
(alarm)
Eddie!
- (Smith) Police. Get down!
- (Graham) Nobody move!
- Stay where you are. Don't move.
- Where'd he go?
- You son of a b*tch.
- Get off of me.
There he goes.
Ah, sh*t!
What the hell is wrong with you? Get off!
You're nuts. Get off of me.
Get that son of a b*tch.
- I'm a police officer.
- You're a piece of sh*t!
(man on radio) 8-Adam-65, I'm in pursuit
of 1 87 suspect, eastbound, Sunset.
8-Adam-65, in pursuit, eastbound, Sunset.
(Graham) Stay back, I want him alive.
Holy sh*t!
Damn, damn, damn, damn.
The coroner's officials have taken possession
of the charred remains of Edward Sakamura.
The crash took place after a high-speed...
We tried to take him, but he ran, Chief.
Burnt beyond recognition.
The guy's a cinder.
You got proof Sakamura
committed the murder?
- Absolutely. Got it all recorded. Right?
- Absolutely.
- You did everything by the book?
- By the book.
- Absolutely, Chief. By the book.
- Absolutely.
But everything was not
absolutely by the book.
- Absolutely not.
- And when did you discover this?
(phone rings)
- Yeah?
- (man) Lieutenant Smith?
This is division dispatcher.
Uncleared messages.
- All right. Go ahead.
- 5:
27am, Captain Connor.Oh, Connor.
He said to give you a wake-up call at seven
and to meet him at the golf club
at exactly 9:
1 5am.All right, all right. Anything else?
Let's see... Nope.
- What about last night?
- You got all your messages last night.
No, I didn't call in last night.
Yeah, you did.
Let's see... Yep.
2:
33. Your clearance number was givenand messages were transmitted.
Oh. Look, I forgot.
Can you give those messages to me again?
All right, just a sec.
What were you doing last night?
Uh...
- Sort of helping my career.
- Is that good?
Yeah, it's always good. Cos you gotta
look out for yourself in this life.
Grandma says you gotta look out
for other people.
Yeah. Well, you gotta do that, too.
That's why everybody's so busy all the time.
So is that what business is?
Business? No, business is...
Business is...
I can't explain it to you right now.
Is that why Mommy says
you don't have a head for business?
- Lieutenant Smith? Here we go.
- Yeah.
Daddy, why does Mommy call you a loser?
- Out.
- 1 1 :
45. Ken Shubik, "LA Times". Please call.Message reads,
"The Weasel's checking up on you."
- The Weasel?
- Yeah. Then 2:
1 0 this morning,Mr Eddie Sakamura...
- Eddie Sakamura?
- Correct. 2:
1 0am.Message reads,
"Urgent. Must speak about missing disk."
- (man) Nice shot.
- (men speak Japanese)
Hey! I gotta talk to you.
We gotta have a conversation.
Oh, sh*t! Whoa, whoa. Whoa.
Yoshida-san, I'm embarrassed
by this crude interruption.
You must play your stroke again. No penalty.
- Ken Shubik.
- Hey, Ken. Web Smith.
- Where you been. Did you get my message?
- Yeah, about the Weasel.
Last night, I'm working late at the paper,
I see the Weasel arrive, dressed in his tux.
He goes right to the library.
I could tell the ambitious little turd
had the scent of blood.
He's still here.
I ask Lilly, the librarian,
what he's checking out.
"A cop,"she says. "A cop named Web Smith."
- What?
- Yep. Web, the guy's a scumbag for hire.
He used to do jobs
for the studios and realtors.
The little turd just got
a new Mercedes 500SL.
Pretty good on a reporter's salary.
Wonder who he's working for now.
You get on the wrong side
of somebody last night?
Maybe.
Against me?
Yeah, against you and a Lieutenant
Tom Graham a couple of years ago.
There was a hearing. It was bullshit.
It might be bullshit,
but I thought you'd better know.
Smells like something heavy coming down.
What happened to the disk? Where is it?
We left it with you when we went to get Eddie.
And you got Eddie.
Oh, yes. It was all over the paper.
But there was no mention of the murdered
girl on the Nakamoto boardroom table, right?
We left the disk with you.
It is against the rules...
The rules?
- Whose rules?
- The rules.
The chief says we f***ed up.
He's blaming us...
The Japanese have a saying,
"Fix the problem, not the blame."
Find out what's f***ed up and fix it.
Nobody gets blamed.
We're always after who f***ed up.
Their way's better.
Oh. "Their way is better",
you wake me up to tell me that?
Wake you up? That'll be the day.
Keep it, sport. Next time try a parking meter.
- Captain Connor?
- Yes.
- A gift from Mr Hanada.
- Oh. Thank you. I appreciate it.
Most welcome. Most welcome.
You must have really
took those guys this morning.
- No. I lost.
- Lost? Guys didn't look all that good.
They're not.
It's difficult to lose
without making it too obvious.
- That way they don't lose face.
- Saving face.
Sounds more to me like you were kissing ass.
Not exactly. I've done services for those men
in the past, and we've shared information.
They said that Eddie's death
will have repercussions.
Yeah, right.
I'm sorry. The guy was a fugitive.
He killed the girl.
- I doubt it.
- You doubt it?
Well, I saw it on the disk.
Did you?
It's the only space available to us.
We analyse commercials and network news
to see how the public's being tricked.
Problem is, most students want to learn
the tricks so they can use them to get ahead.
OK, everybody. Class is over.
Ice-skating rink upstairs.
The ice melts down here.
Speaking of ice, Captain, she's been at it since
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