The Killer Elite Page #3

mother back where you were pointin' her.

See, man, that's not right.

All I have to do is...

OK. Flex up like this.

That's an instant reflex.

If you hit a guy there,

he's not gonna lose any sleep.

But... usin' the same block

you made, pivot toward me.

Bring your hip toward me. Right.

- Down.

- Right. Bring your elbow to my temple.

You'll spill my brains. Let's try it.

- Try it?

- Yeah.

OK.

Boy, you're gettin' cocky, huh?

Same old dirty self. Good.

Western Airlines flight 419

from Mexico City now arriving gate 39.

Western Airlines flight 419...

ComTeg tape library.

Hold on a second, please. Mr Collis?

Collis here.

Your friend O'Leary's

in the office. Come on up.

O'Leary? What does

the son of a b*tch want now?

Everything, as usual.

Right up.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Yuen Chung.

Talking to them isn't enough.

Their longevity lies within

the context of your communication.

Oh, I know, I know, I know.

I even recite the love sonnets of Elizabeth

Barrett Browning to the poor thing.

It's dying of boredom.

Danny, how are you?

Did you ever consider, my dear Cap,

how much energy you've wasted

over your 47 years

mustering up that good-fellow smile?

- And that insincere handshake?

- What corner has he painted us into now?

The CIA gives us 11 per cent of our gross.

We can live without it.

Give me ten minutes of your time. Surely

11 per cent of your gross will buy me that.

Why so unusually hostile, Cap?

Hansen sold out.

Killed one of our most important clients.

Your client, by the way.

And shot up our top man.

- You still think we were behind that?

- What aren't you behind?

Would you like it book, chapter

and verse? Or just the morning paper?

I can read.

So what have you got for us now?

San Francisco airport this morning.

It'll be in the papers by now.

They didn't quite match the massacre at

Tokyo airport, but they gave it a nice try.

Yuen Chung, the clear target

of a rather substantive assassin group,

defended himself with his usual skill.

Chung. I thought somebody

had taken care of him.

Just a question of time.

But it's not in the national interest that it

should happen either today or tomorrow.

It's central that it doesn't happen under

any circumstances in the United States.

What happens to him Friday,

after he's gone...

is no longer our concern.

- Who tried to kill him?

- We're not sure,

except it's something

off the Far-East circuit.

We've had word that Negato Toku

may be in the country.

- Who is he?

- Godfather of the ninja assassins.

But he's never been outside Japan.

If he is here, it's either

for compelling personal reasons,

or he's being paid a lot of yen. The point

is, we do know that Yuen Chung is here.

We've got to keep him alive

until he connects with a ship.

The position of our agency is,

for once, manifestly clear.

We don't wish to, and will not, become

involved any further than we already are.

Then why should we?

We don't want Yuen Chung

killed in the United States.

Right now we can't afford the publicity.

You still haven't given us a reason

why we should take this on.

All right. Clincher.

We've had word that after the chop suey

at the airport this morning...

the Japanese assassin group

have been augmented by a backup team.

An American expert.

George Hansen.

We just took the job.

San Francisco's

a beautiful place. Try to adjust.

Be happy here.

Hold it. Hold it. You're not authorised.

Let me see your identification.

Officer? Will you look at this?

Let 'em by, please. Let's go.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

What's goin' on here?

Hold it. Gary!

May I see your identification, please?

Thank you.

I want a first-rate team

on the job before dark.

Where do they pick up on your boy?

When you have the team assembled...

call my office.

You know the number.

I'll give you an address.

Give this to Locken, Cap.

Let him pick his own team.

Let him subcontract it himself.

In fact, give him

the complete responsibility.

- What about the window?

- Uh, win a few, lose a few.

You'll pay for it, right?

We'll take care of it. I'll pay a buck

to the first guy that gets my cane back.

Hey, dude, thank you.

Aaargh!

Very impressive.

- Oh, thank you.

- At close range.

What happens when your opponent is

20 feet away with a 12-gauge pump gun?

- I guess I'd just shoot him with mine.

- Where would you get it?

Probably the same place

you got yours, you jackass.

We need to talk.

Uh, Donnie, I'll call you guys

later, huh? Thanks a lot.

Take it easy. Bye-bye.

- Bye, now.

- Bye.

- Hello, Cap.

- Ah, you're lookin' good.

Yeah. Feelin' good.

Well...

Well, you're back in, Mike.

- We need you.

- Why?

Amy...

Would you excuse us for a minute?

OK.

- Who's my sheep?

- An Asian politician.

All you gotta do is keep him alive

until we can get him out on the ship.

- When do I start?

- Now.

First you'll need a driver and a backup.

What for?

Me and my cane.

You're up against a team of international

assassins. You need a lot of fire power.

On top of that, the San Francisco Police

Department is looking for your man.

He left some debris

at the airport this morning.

Well, I guess I'll get Mac and Miller.

One's retired and the other one's crazy.

ComTeg won't stand for it.

Am I callin' the shots?

- OK. How much time have I got?

- Five o'clock.

And when does East meet West?

Our contractee will let us know.

You call me when you're set.

Two minutes to five.

Well, I'm gonna, uh... need some things.

Get 'em.

Is there a bullish market

on Asian politicians?

Oh, there's someone on the visitors' team

we'd like you to tag for us.

George Hansen has finally surfaced.

He's shopping for the Oriental.

Well...

Why up here?

I like it up here.

You like it?

I guess that's good enough.

Still dealin' in original sin?

Waiting for a shipment. Brand-new

AK-47s. Best combat rifle in the world.

Got a buyer, but the guns are running late.

Well, I got somethin' a little better

than clay pigeons for you.

I heard they retired you.

Not yet.

I don't think your company'd hire me.

They got me tapped as a psycho.

Well, they just don't

understand you, Miller.

You're not a psycho. You're, um...

You're the patron poet

of the manic depressives.

I'll give you 500 a day.

How many days?

Don't know yet. Can't be too long.

I don't think anybody can handle

three days of what we got.

Well, I need a little vacation.

Besides, you always did enchant me.

Oh, did I? Well...

Well, hell, we'll just pick out

some furniture and get goin'.

Meet you at Mac's garage, 1874 Fuller.

How are you, Mac?

You look OK for a robot.

Yeah, well...

I owe it all to 3-In-One Oil.

You know, I come to the hospital, and

then I still wrote you. You don't write back.

Your right arm doesn't work either, huh?

Well, you know how hard

it is for me to write, Mac.

Look, uh, you got

a couple days you can give me?

Like, uh, from now till...

the day after tomorrow?

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