The One Armed Executioner Page #2

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How's your patient?

Oh, he'll be well.

But from now on,

he won't be worth a damn.

Hmph. Glad to hear it.

Keep up the good work.

All right.

You take first test, you take...

You'll be OK, Ramon.

Humans are very resilient.

They can overcome any handicap.

What can a one-armed agent do?

You still have a heart, don't you?

And you still have a hand.

Thank God.

He's made them strong and well.

Wo-Chen, it's so unfair.

WhyAnn?

It is the way of life, Ramon.

Sometimes we lose our loved ones.

I myself lost a wife,

but life does not stop.

It was all my fault.

Well, you look better.

Sure.

What the hell.

He's got soft-life in here.

I'm going to get every last

one of them,

so help me God.

Listen, fat head,

just so you understand.

This case is going to be handled

by the department professionally.

In case you have some ideas of any

personal revenge, get this straight,

hands off.

I'm sorry about Ann.

Ann, what will I do now?

I'm all alone.

Life is worthless.

How can I go on living without you?

Oh, Ann.

Ann, I love you.

I love you, Ann.

What can he do now?

The bureau will find something.

Yeah.

A goddamn desk job or a pension?

He'd never accept.

We'll work something out.

What will you have?

Bourbon double.

I'm thirsty, too.

Why not?

Thanks, George.

I'm Maria.

Hey, you're a man with a problem,

I can tell.

You need a friend.

Now, why don't you and I

go over there and talk, huh?

Hey, George, give us a bottle.

Come on.

Hey, you.

Shh.

It's closing time.

We got to clean this goddamn place.

Oh, come on, George.

Be nice to him.

He's a good man.

See this, hmm?

Hey.

Now, get his drunken ass out of here.

Sure, George. Sure.

Come on, sweetheart.

Up we go.

Come on, baby. Easy.

Ann...trying.

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

I just don't know where to begin.

We're looking for the same thing,

happiness, and I think I've found it.

Mr. Sanchez,

well, what a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Wo-Chen,

I've got to talk to you.

It's about Ramon.

He's disappeared.

I know.

I'm worried about him.

Can't you put out some feelers?

I have already.

And?

Nothing.

We've got to find him.

I have men looking for him

all over town.

My fear is that he'd go after

the men who killed Ann.

He isn't ready.

He never will be with only one arm.

Hey, have you got any money?

Hey, answer.

Hey, hey.

Yes, sir. Very serious.

We got to get him out of here.

Yeah, right here, fellows.

- Oh. Pretty good, huh?

- Lets go.

Okay, come on.

You look like you've been

fighting with an alley cat.

Give me a drink.

You've got any money to pay for it?

I'm good for it.

Give me a drink.

You stink.

Get out.

I am one of your best customers.

And now, huh?

You used to be my best customer.

Now, get the goddamn hell

out of here, you no good bum.

Come on.

Come on, get in.

Listen my friend.

You've got to stop

feeling sorry for yourself.

Be a man.

You want revenge, Ramon.

You must earn the right to take it.

Well, at least, you look clean.

But I'm helpless.

Self-pity is your worst enemy.

You'll eventually learn to lick that,

and you're going to start trying today.

Come.

Now, since you lost

part of your ability to feel,

your other senses

must be highly trained.

You must discover

the world of darkness.

Listen to sound,

feel with your feet.

Try it again.

Try it again.

You can do it.

Trust yourself.

Good.

Now, twenty more times.

It's your turn now.

No, no, no, Ramon.

You must become one

with all the elements of your soul.

You are trying to see

with your eyes again.

You must feel with all the nerve

and fiber of your body.

Do it again.

Very good.

But, Ramon, in actual battle,

a single touch can kill you.

Again.

Well, I'm glad that you're beginning

to rejoin the human race, Ramon.

But the nightmares.

Those will continue

as long as you hold on to your guilt.

But...

Oh, you mean Ann?

You didn't kill Ann.

Stop tilting at big shadows.

Tell me about those killers.

Those are your enemies, not yourself.

It's so hard.

It's so difficult.

They wore masks.

Masks?

Masks only cover a face.

There's more to a man

than just a face.

Now, think.

You mentioned about a ring.

Now, tell me about it.

Gold...dragon design.

I can't remember.

Oh, come now, Ramon.

Reach back.

Try to picture the ring in your mind.

I'll try.

The characters surrounding the dragon

were...snake,

a snake

curled around

something like a...like a chalice.

A chalice.

Oh, a chalice.

A chalice.

Well?

Well, you better go to sleep.

We start early tomorrow.

Twelve,

six,

three,

nine.

One,

ten,

twelve,

eight.

Ramon, here.

Six,

five,

four,

three,

two.

Ramon.

Well, Ramon,

I think you are finally ready.

Listen, I have interesting news.

The ring is no longer a mystery,

only the man who wears it.

The ring is of Chinese origin,

fifth century,

sign of an apothecary

or a healer.

Now, what kind of a man

would wear a ring like that?

A doctor.

Good evening, doctor.

Ortega.

You...you startled me.

Really?

Well, it's nice seeing you again.

You look hale and hearty.

Now, what can I do for you?

I'm interested in rings,

yours in particular.

It's only a ring.

It's a common ring.

What do you want to know for?

I want names, doctor.

You're insane.

You're choking me.

Goddamn it.

Who killed mywife?

I said who killed my wife?

Mike.

Mike who?

Mike Jason.

Where can I find him?

Where?

In the penthouse,

at Superior Insurance Building.

Where the hell was intelligence?

Sit down.

Doctor Henderson has just been killed.

Wasn't he Ortega's doctor?

Right.

And he was also Edward's physician.

What?

You don't suppose he was one of them.

I don't know.

But remember how professionally

those veins were tied off

in Ortega's shoulder?

My God.

I wonder if Ortega found out about it.

Damn!

I wish we could find Ortega.

Good evening, Mr. Jason.

What the hell are you doing here?

We were never formally introduced.

You were too busy amusing yourself

with my wife.

Where did you get this?

You know where.

You're a dead man, Ortega.

And this time,

I'm going to finish the job.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Club the son of a b*tch.

Club him! Club him!

Go on!

Get him, Rod!

OK.

It's all arranged.

So we can send out

another shipment on Thursday.

Good.

Then we better get up to

the refinery tomorrow.

What the hell was that?

Guards, get him.

Milo, go back and see if Ortega is dead,

and meet me at the dock.

But Mr. Edwards, under the

circumstances, I find the--

Oh, you little creep.

Get going.

Where is Edwards going?

Where?

The refinery.

Where is that?

May I suggest, Panginay, Bulacan?

Meatheads, I could've been killed.

What's the matter with you, guys?

Hell! We should have finished him

when we have the chance.

Hey, hey, hey, man.

Now, cool it, man.

I don't think the guy knows about our

operation here, so what's the fuss?

You stupid jerks.

Can't you get it

through your thick skulls?

It's our asses he's after.

We are over Bulacan now.

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