Showdown In Little Tokyo Page #2

Sh*t.

You don't like this guy?

I understand you don't like this guy.

But you shoot him and you're scum.

This is not the way.

You give up everything you are, Champ.

All your Japanese-warrior bullshit.

And you get me killed, too.

Can you hear me?

- Are you going to kill him?

- Not right now.

Maybe later.

I've put us in a f***ed situation.

You, too.

What's the matter with you?

Are you out of your mind?

You said "be polite"! That was not polite!

You better drive.

There's something you're not telling me.

If we are going to go any further,

let's discuss it, or you can go alone.

- I'll go alone.

- That's not good enough.

Listen, you "Z"en warrior,

f***ing samurai a**hole!

I want to know what's up.

Because, despite myself, I like you.

I don't want to see you dead.

I was brought up in Japan.

My father was an MP

with the occupational forces.

When I was nine,

both my parents were murdered.

I saw it done.

The man who killed them

wore the tattoo of the Iron Claw.

I saw him as he killed my parents.

I struck him in the face

with his own sword.

It was Yoshida.

That's perfect.

I'm partner with a homicidal maniac

on a vendetta of family vengeance.

I'll tell Nelson this isn't working out

and get you reassigned.

Like hell you will.

Will you do this right?

Clean.

Like a cop in the 20th century

and not some samurai warrior?

We'll nail this guy.

And when we're done,

we'll go eat fish off those naked chicks.

- What's the deal?

- Looks like business to me.

It's funny, me being in Little Tokyo.

I never expected to work this part of town.

It's reverse racism, if you think about it.

I wanted to work in Malibu.

That will never happen.

Thanks, that's supportive.

I've joined you on a quest for personal

vengeance and you shoot at my dreams?

Malibu is Sheriff's Department, not LAPD.

Really?

Damn.

What's this place?

Must be the Red Dragon Brewery.

Remember, the owner of the club

is also the owner of the brewery?

That arrogant, scumbag, motherf***er.

He put the iron claw right on the logo.

I have a feeling that explains the ice.

You may remember,

we discussed arresting this man legally.

I'm not going to shoot

until they shoot at us.

The problem of introducing a new product

to the marketplace is distribution.

That problem has been solved.

Red Dragon Beer will have

its own national network of trucks.

The world around us changes, gentlemen.

The Berlin Wall falls.

Russia's no longer a superpower.

America's corrupt

with greedy politicians and police.

The world looks to Japan

for economic leadership.

Enough bullshit! Talk price.

Yeah, price!

Twenty percent above wholesale.

It'll put us out of f***ing business!

Bullshit!

Not if we run it and distribute it to you.

You run the crank business?

No way! Go home, f***ing slopehead!

Sh*t!

Now you have one hand left

to wipe your ass with.

You want to keep it?

We have a deal?

How about you?

Yeah, we got a deal!

Minako.

Mr. Yoshida.

For the beauty.

Thank you.

I enjoyed your singing.

Any other duties?

I sing.

I don't understand my countrymen's

obsession with these other women.

Forbidden fruit, I guess.

I find the apple outside my door

is the sweetest.

Beauty must be possessed and protected.

I will own you and you will appreciate it.

Please, don't...

Obey me, or this will happen to you!

So this is America.

I think I'll like it here.

She's enjoying herself.

Make sure she stays. Nobody in or out.

He's leaving.

It's that girl from the club.

The one we talked to.

- What's she up to?

- Straightening up.

Laying things out real carefully.

Someone left a big knife out.

Hand me that.

Kenner, come on!

She's making preparations for "seppuku".

What's "seppuku"?

Ritual suicide.

It's rarely done by women unless

they've been irredeemably dishonored.

You take the car. Follow Yoshida.

There must be nine guys in there.

I have dishonored you.

For the improper guarding of your house.

Please...

...accept my apologies.

When the safety's off,

point this at the target...

...pull the trigger and they'll fall down.

Where's he now?

I'll be there.

Shoot anything you see move.

What if it's you?

You won't see me coming.

The water must be out at the house.

They all went in to take a bath.

Come on.

What happened at the house?

Minako's fine,

but I had to kill nine of them.

We're so far outside on this one

it's not even funny.

Scared?

- No.

- You should be.

What the f*** do you want? We're closed.

Wrong. You're open.

- He's in there.

- Thanks, a**hole.

Up against the wall.

Now!

Back off!

You have a problem, Officer?

You're the problem.

You're going to the station.

What are the charges?

Let's start with Angel Mueller's murder.

The illegal manufacture and sale

of methamphetamines.

You have nothing.

We have a witness.

And you've got a bad habit

of taping things.

Also, you have a problem getting it up.

So, just don't waste my time.

Get your clothes on.

Don't give me an excuse to kill you.

Name your price.

I always wanted a Porsche.

That's right.

The report read, "Kenner killed

a naked man in a bathhouse."

That would do little to glorify the honor

of your father's name.

Get your f***ing hands up!

You don't have the honor

to speak of my father.

Let's find Yoshida.

This will sound strange from a cop.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

It's okay. We gotta get you out of here.

I have a place.

Say hi to Johnny. He's with us.

It's not much, but I hope you like it.

Shoes.

It'll get warm in a couple of minutes.

Next time, get a furnished place.

There's some sweats and stuff there.

Try to get some sleep.

Thanks.

Maybe there's a hotel down the road.

Get some sleep.

There are three rooms, three futons.

What's a futon?

Sorry.

I'll try to make more noise next time.

This is a nice place.

I built it.

Somehow, I knew that.

Close your eyes.

Hot.

Why did you do what you did

up at the house?

Sometimes you do the right thing

because you don't have to.

Most people do the right thing

only when it's easy for them.

I could've quit that job at the club,

but it was such easy money.

It's harder to do the right thing

for the right reason than you know.

You're a real man.

I'm too scared to stay in there by myself.

I'll stay on my side.

Do you hog the blankets?

I brought my own.

What?

That time...

...I heard you coming.

What's wrong?

- We got company.

- How many?

I'm not sure yet. Many many.

- Where's Minako?

- She's in my room.

I knew that was going to happen.

She was frightened.

I saw you strip down for that hot tub.

I'd be frightened, too.

We're in trouble, Champ.

There are more bad guys

than we have bullets.

Take this.

- What about you?

- Don't worry about me.

In case we get killed, I wanted to tell you...

...you have the biggest dick

I've ever seen on a man.

Thanks.

- I don't know what to say.

- How about, "Don't get killed"?

- Don't get killed.

- You, too.

Nice.

It's like one of those video games.

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