Showdown In Little Tokyo Page #3

You just defeated the first wave.

You have moments

when you're truly an a**hole.

They win.

Meet Hagata, master of pain.

He can find the smallest secret

in a man's mind.

We don't know anything.

He's going to do this anyway. Don't beg.

Beg?

F*** you.

In between cooking cycles,

you're supposed to baste us.

That's right, you f***ing idiots!

You've always thought of yourself

as a man of honor...

...but obviously that's not enough.

Once, I thought you'd kill me first.

But I also thought that of your father.

You are much like him.

You should've gotten to know him better,

but you didn't have much choice.

F***er!

At a higher voltage, your muscles

will contract so much, they'll snap in two.

We will watch this in private.

How American.

The back seat.

The movies. A beautiful girl.

You know what's missing?

Popcorn.

This is either going to be very right

or very wrong.

Well done.

Get me the f*** off of here.

Let's find that a**hole.

Where is everyone?

I don't know. Let's go find them.

Watch out!

Bad news. The a**hole found us first.

- Where are we going?

- Someplace bad.

Come on, you...

Holy sh*t!

Do some of that muscleman stuff, Kenner!

With your f***ing legs, push!

- What did that mean?

- Roughly translated:

Out of the frying pan

and boned up the ass with a red-hot poker.

There you have it.

I liked that car.

And I like that girl. I'd like to cut off

some parts of Yoshida's anatomy.

You've got a fixation, pal.

Shall we climb down and kick some ass?

Let's enjoy being dead for a while.

Trust me.

They'll be surprised when we show up.

At 3:
00 a.m., the first shipments of Red

Dragon will leave for national distribution.

It's a glorious time, gentlemen.

A time for celebration.

Now America can enjoy our beer

and our drugs while watching football.

Good evening.

One for you. One for me.

It's no coincidence that we've timed...

...the launching of our venture

with the Spring Festival.

It fortuitously ensures our success

in this enterprise.

Have you fortuitously gotten those cops

off your ass?

You talk all this sh*t. What's up?

We chewed them up and spit them out.

Any other questions?

I guess not.

Do we look like truck drivers?

Oh, well.

Nothing we can't handle.

Call us when you've handled it, pal.

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

Keep going?

Keep going.

Knock, knock. We're here!

You're dead!

It sucked. We came back.

Kill them. Send them back to hell!

I've got Yoshida!

Yeah, pal.

You are under arrest.

I said, "You're under arrest."

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

You have the right to be dead.

Minako!

Leave her out of this.

It's between you and me.

All right. It doesn't matter.

Just as long as you die.

You okay?

It's not over yet!

Take care of her.

Get back!

Is he okay?

It went straight through.

Stay out of this!

I won't watch him kill you.

If that happens, you will.

Kick his ass, samurai.

Go ahead. Use your gun.

You don't have the honor

to fight like a man.

You do believe in fate, don't you?

Take him!

This is for my parents.

Nice slicing and dicing, partner.

What do we call this in the police report?

How about, "Community relations"?

We blew up the crime scene,

killed the suspects...

And joined the local parade.

I like it.

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