The One Armed Executioner

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But this is important.

- It's about--

- Listen.

I'm tired of paying

for second-hand rumors.

I'm telling you,

this is important.

It's about the drugs drop.

Oh, shut up.

You've already been paid for that.

I know I have,

but this is new information.

I wouldn't try to cheat you.

The police will handle the drug drop

if and when it happens.

But, Chief.

Listen, Chief, I--

Hello?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Mouse, what's the matter?

Hey, hey, hey, let me out.

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

No, no, no, no!

I want out of here!

Don't hurt me!

No!

Hey, no!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No! No!

What?

Oh, no, no, no, no!

So, you are back.

Welcome home.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Emmy, the usual for them, huh.

Well, how was the honeymoon?

Oh.

A foolish question, I see.

Well, it was nice visiting

Ann's family in San Francisco.

- And profitable, too.

- Oh?

- Uh-huh, another book.

- Another children's book?

Hmm-hmm.

Excellent!

Good to be back though.

I miss Manila.

I miss my friends.

Thank you.

Congratulations to you both.

Excuse me, sir,

a telephone call for you.

Excuse me.

Are you happy?

Very.

Good.

Yes, Chief?

Ortega?

The Mouse has been trashed.

The police are handling this,

but I want you and Sanchez

to be there, too.

There might be more to this

than meets the eye.

Where did it happen?

Pier 12.

He was dumped into the bay.

Maybe he'll consider resigning

from Interpol

now that he has so much

to live for.

I wouldn't ask him.

It means too much to him.

I knew what I was getting into.

You're a brave girl, Ann.

You know, my wife

made me leave Interpol.

Now, that she's no longer with me,

I'm too old to go back.

Still, this isn't a bad life.

Sorry, Ann.

It's going to be a long night.

Oh, well, I understand.

I'll see that she gets home safely.

Thank you.

So, how's our friend?

He went swimming.

Before he talked to anyone?

- He was still arguing price?

- Humph.

Who'd believe

the little creep anyway?

Not much to go on, I'm afraid.

Asmall-time hustler.

I don't get it.

It doesn't make sense to me.

What did he say about

the drugs traffic?

Nothing.

I didn't let him.

I wasn't interested in listening to

another one of his worthless tips.

Maybe this time,

it wasn't worthless.

Maybe.

We'll never know.

Sanchez, I want you to do

some backtracking on the Mouse.

Found out what the guy has

been doing the last few days.

OK.

Ortega, I want you to go

home and get some rest.

I'll organize our men,

and you've got to catch a plane

tomorrow at dawn.

OK, guys.

We hit them when they land.

- If he tries to take off,

we hit the tires.

- OK.

Remember, we need information,

not dead bodies, OK?

We got it.

Let's go.

Hey, who's that?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Hey, wait.

What about Wicks?

See those flames?

Nobody can live through that.

Let's go.

I'm surrounded with idiots.

Ah, may I suggest...numskulls?

I'm talking business, girls.

Scram.

A simple operation, right?

And it turned into a goddamn disaster.

May I suggest...catastrophe.

Shut up, Milo.

A plane destroyed.

Wicks is dead.

Wicks, one of my

corporation executives.

Christ almighty!

And besides,

what about the briefcase?

It was destroyed in the fire.

You better be right.

Well, that's it.

We can't change the facts now

that four of our men died for that.

Damn it.

Don't forget Wicks was on that plane.

He was one of Edward's

corporate vice presidents.

Legitimate businessmen don't

enter the countries that way.

The diary had to be too valuable

for anyone else to carry.

Besides, Mouse was in touch with Edwards

just before he was pushed into the bay.

But that still doesn't prove

that Edwards is involved.

But we know he is,

and that coded diary

would've proved it.

We'll never know what was in it.

Edwards doesn't know that.

How would you two like to be

the bearers of bad tidings?

I want you to put out a press release.

State how stunned and shocked

the Edwards Enterprise is,

that one of our top members

of management.

Uh, how about most

trusted members of management?

Yeah.

Most trusted members.

I like it.

A most trusted member

of our management

was involved in such a...such a crime.

Ah, may I suggest heinous,

a heinous crime?

Heinous, very good.

For a final touch--

Yes.

At the front gate?

What is it?

Interpol is here.

Interpol, what balls?

- Well, let them in.

- Send them in.

Get lost, girls.

Beat it.

Gentlemen.

I hope you were not expecting Wicks.

Todd Wicks?

Why should I be expecting him?

He's your vice president

in Hong Kong, right?

Right.

He's there right now.

I couldn't do without him.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

I don't understand.

Todd Wicks was killed this morning

illegallyentering the country.

My God.

In a plane carrying

a shipment of drugs.

I'm stunned.

I'm absolutely stunned.

A trusted member of my staff

involved in a crime?

Yeah.

He had a briefcase with him

with a kind of diary.

It was written in code,

but we'll decipher it.

Hmph.

It sounds very cloak and daggerish.

- I'm afraid it's beyond my comprehension.

- Of course, being a businessman.

Well, you wouldn't know about

such things.

More harassing innuendo.

I'll be candid with you, gentlemen.

I have friends,

influential friends,

who are just as upset as I am

at the way you guys have been spying on me.

Spying and harassing

are very harsh words.

What do you think your

influential friends will say

when they hear about Todd Wicks?

Hmph.

Perhaps my choice of words was wrong.

I'm upset.

I apologize.

You'll have my fullest cooperation

in the investigation of this...

this most heinous crime.

Good day, gentlemen.

Ortega is a smug son of a b*tch.

I want that diary,

and I want Ortega to be made

an example of

what happens to over-zealous

Interpol agents.

Ann!

He's coming around now.

Good.

Then he can watch.

Ann.

Where is the diary?

Who the hell are you?

The diary?

What diary?

I don't have it!

Stop it, you bastard.

The diary?

It doesn't exist.

It was destroyed in the fire

when the plane blew up.

No, don't.

The diary, Ortega.

Please, please believe me.

It doesn't exist.

Bullshit!

No!

Leave her alone!

Don't hurt her please!

Don't hurt her!

For the last time, the diary.

I tell you, it doesn't exist.

I tell you, I don't...I!

[laughing]

Hold out his arm.

Not that one, the other one.

He's left handed.

[laughing]

No!

Oh, my God!

No! No!

I'll kill him!

I'll kill him!

I swear I'll kill him!

No! No!

- Do something.

- Don't.

Oh, no...

Ortega?

Your wife is dead, Ortega.

Remember, how she died?

Your wife, your wife, remember?

Your wife, she's dead.

No!

Leave me alone!

Hi.

I received your message.

I came as fast as I could.

I want you to run some tests on this

shipment that just came in from Burma.

It's pretty raw stuff,

but I'm damn sure you can

turn it into a high-grade junk.

Sure.

I'll get on it right away.

By the way, doc.

Yes.

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