Samurai Cop Page #4

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- So I hope you're impressed.

- How did you know I'd come home with you?

Let's just say, I can read eyes.

- My God, oh my God!

- Come here, b*tch.

- What are you doing?

- Who the hell are you?

- What the hell do you want?

- My husband, he's a police officer.

You can't do this to us.

Yeah I know.

I want to know where your samurai friend is

- and I want to know now.

- I don't know. We're not good friends.

John, John help me!

John do something.

Leave her alone.

Leave her alone, damn it!

Tell me where he is or I'll hack her throat

out piece by piece.

- I swear, I don't know where he lives.

- Who knows?

Well, please don't do anything foolish.

How about Frank or Peggy, the girl cop?

- You lie.

- They're pretty good friends, maybe they know where he lives.

Please don't hurt my wife.

Damn you!

My God!

Oh my god!

This is Washington's address.

Chuck, you and your brother go there,

we'll go to the policewoman's.

He lives alone but sometimes,

his girlfriend is with him.

- You know how I operate.

- We know boss.

Good, good.

- If you get the information,

you give it to me on the car phone.

- All right.

- Let's go.

- Sally! Sally!

Sally! Oh my God.

Surprise...

- Who the hell are you? What do you want?

- I want information.

What kind of information?

Want information about my butt?

Sit down!

We'll shoot you.

I'd love to put a bullet in your head.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, hey take it easy man, come on.

Talk to me, what do you want?

I could kill you now or I can relieve you of this gift.

This black gift.

In a split second you won't enjoy yourself

for the rest of your life.

- All I want is samurai's address. His address!

- It's over there in the closet.

- Go get it.

- Yeah.

Ain't nothing here.

Ain't a damn thing in here.

Cop,

ain't nothing here at all.

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone I said!

Drop it!

Or I'll cut his throat!

I said leave him alone.

Shoot him, shoot.

Shoot him in the head.

Leave him alone!

He's dead.

You love cutting people, huh?

Now, you're going to get it.

Now that is real professional.

- I thought so.

- No.

Answer the phone.

Oh, God.

- I'm hungry.

- Me too.

Hey, baby.

Get up! Hold her.

Get up!

Hold her.

This thing burns, you know.

- F*** you!

- Maybe some other time.

Right now, I want to know where your samurai friend is.

I don't know.

Maybe that will help you remember?

Now, you tell me where he his, I want his address now!

So foolish.

- No! No stop! You're burning me!

- Yes it burns and it's going to burn more.

- Now, you tell me where he is.

- No! No!

He lives in Zuma Beach,

Number 35.

Thank you for you cooperation.

Now, I'm going to burn that samurai lover of hers.

Cool down, young one.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear, Jennifer, happy birthday to you.

- You thought of everything.

- Well, you can't have a birthday without a cake.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Come on, Joe.

- Hello.

- Listen, get out of your house.

I mean fast. Get out fast, man.

Those guys are looking for you.

Oh, yeah? What happened?

Come on. Just get out fast.

I'll explain later, okay?

They're coming after you.

Looks like they're already here. Gotta go.

Come on!

Listen, don't worry.

Get back inside.

You can run all you want,

but you'll never get away from me!

Johnny, come on.

Hi, mom.

Where the hell have you been?

I've been worried sick about you!

- There's nothing to worry about.

- That's easy for you to say.

Mr. Fujiyama was very angry.

He made arrangements for you birthday.

He got you presents.

I don't care!

I don't want him to ever do anything for me again.

What is the matter with you?

The man has been good to you.

I don't give a damn!

And you know why? Because I'm in love.

I should fire the both of you.

You never brought me one of those bastards in alive,

so I can nail him with something.

And because of you, I'm about to be fired.

I'm going to lose my pension.

That means my future is gone.

But you know something?

I don't give a f***!

There's only one thing in this world I want.

I want you to find

that mother-f***ing Japanese gangster!

I want you to kill him, and I want you

to kill every one of his men.

I want you to burn this house in bloodbath!

Don't leave anybody alive!

And when they're all dead, you come back to me

and all three of us will turn our badges in.

So if I do it, we'll be off this police force for good.

- Now you're talking.

- All right.

- See you, captain.

- See you in hell.

Let's go, Frank.

- Why did you come under?

- 'Cause I'm an undercover cop.

Come on.

- They're here, boss.

- Where's the girl?

- She's down in the basement.

- The mother?

- They kept her in the villa.

- Use it. Finish him!

Okay, boss.

- Go watch the other door!

- Okay, boss.

We're behind you, get back!

Drop it.

All right Samurai, drop your gun

or your sweetheart will be dead.

All I want to do is get out of this country.

- I thought you were fond of her?

- Yes I was before you came in.

Now that she loves you,

you'd have to worry about her life, not me.

Neither do I.

Drop it.

- Drop it or I'll shoot you.

- Take it easy, Frank.

Go ahead and shoot.

Her head will be blown off before I go down.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, hold on.

How do I know if I drop my gun you won't shoot me?

Well, for one thing,

I don't want any more trouble with the police.

Bullshit.

The minute we disarm, he's going to shoot.

Drop the gun Frank.

I don't want Jennifer hurt.

He's not stupid.

He doesn't want to do the killing himself.

Go ahead and drop it Frank.

You American cops aren't as smart as I thought you were.

Your cinnamon always gets in the way of your intelligence.

- It's your turn now cop. Say sayonara.

- No!

- Frank, are you all right, man?

- Yeah.

Well, he was smart in every way except one thing.

- What's that?

- With all his money and success,

he's not as smart as I am.

- To do what?

- Put on a bulletproof vest, man.

- Let's go home.

- I've got one more thing to take care of.

- What?

- Yamashita. He's still alive.

Oh, God.

- Hey, come on. It's lunch time.

- Gonna be ready!

- Look out, Joe.

- Don't worry.

God damn it.

Hey guys, the cops are here.

Come on, come on guys!

Come on.

- Yamashita is here. Watch out.

- Let's split up.

Go get my sword.

Hey Joe.

So they call you Samurai?

Let's see how good you are with a sword,

samurai super cop.

Come on, try me.

You lost.

You lost face.

You know the code of the Bushita?

Kill me.

No Joe, you're a cop!

What is he doing?

No. Leave him alone. He's a samurai.

He wants to die with honor.

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