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NAOTO TAKENAKA

CHUCK WILSON

RYUJI KATAGIRI, MASATAKA NARUSE, GOICHI YAMADA

SHUNSUKE KARIYA, KOJIRO KUSANAGI, YUZO HAYAKAWA

MASUMI HARUKAWA, YUMI TERAO

MINORU OKI

PLANNING BY MITSURU KUROSAWA PRODUCED BY TATSURO SHIBAGAKI

ORIGINAL MANGA BY KAZUHIRO KIUCHI SCREENPLAY BY KAZUMASA KIUCHI

CINEMATOGRAPHY BY SEIZO SENGEN

ART DIRECTION BY SHUICHI OSHIMA EDITING BY OSAMU TANAKA

MUSIC BY KAZUO ODANI

DIRECTED BY KAZUHIRO KIUCHI

For fuck's sake, how hard is it to change a lightbulb?

MAHJONG

- It's time to go, brother. - Leave me alone.

This is a crucial moment.

How'd you like that? Jackpot! I've got riichi, with three iipei!

Stupid prick! That was your fault for distracting me!

Sorry.

This isn't your lucky night, Yano.

You worry about your own hands. Alright, one more half-round.

- We really should be going now. - Are you some kind of moron?

The Brazilians can wait! I don't give a fuck right now.

Just pay up for that last round.

That taught them!

They're ten years away from outplaying me.

I knew that playing a game here first was a good idea.

Damn, we're running late now.

What are you talking about?

We don't need to treat those Brazilians as equals.

I'll have them licking my boots!

Let's give them a fright they won't forget.

- Have you got the piece? - Right here.

Perfect.

- Who is it? - Yano from the Yamashiro Family.

Good evening.

And Mr. Sugita, too.

Come on in, come on in.

You're late.

You've made us wait a long time.

So, what?

Hey. Is there a problem?

You haven't met my kid brother, have you, Mr. Yano?

This is Antonio. I hope you'll treat him well.

I don't give a fuck about that.

Carlos... I hear you've got your fingers in many pies lately.

What's that all about?

Pies? What, like baking? What does that mean?

I'm asking if you're getting ideas above your station.

Or are you not happy with our take?

Oh, you're talking about margins.

They're high. Much too high.

We can barely afford to put food on the table.

Hey, Carlos...

Stop talking out your ass.

Okay?

Who is the whole reason you're even in business?

That would be us and us alone.

All you do is get in the way.

Oh? When have we ever got in the way of your profits, eh?

So, how about those handguns we supplied you?

You keep saying you'll pay, but we've never seen a penny.

You still owe us two million.

What's this about handguns?

You got something going behind the family's back?

Good for you.

Hey, Brazilian boy, those guns are on the house.

Free of charge. A present.

Trying to rip me off again?

There's just no doing business with you.

Who said anything about us being business partners?

You just keep your mouths shut and do what we tell you.

You're like fucking crabs in my pubes.

Hey, Carlos...

Don't do this.

Excuse me, sir.

Well, then...

So, some Yamashiro grunts got bumped off.

So, what?

Well...

...you're the only ones putting up any opposition to them right now.

With that mad old bastard in charge,

you can't expect his lackeys to live long.

That's just it, Mr. Hayakawa.

The Yamashiro boss' disposition being as it is, it worries me.

He's liable to assume this business was your doing,

and come gunning for you.

So, why not work with us a little here?

Mr. Goshima...

I've been running this family since before you were a rookie cop.

So fuck off!

YAMASHIRO FAMILY EASTERN JAPAN

I believe everyone is present.

Then, let us begin.

As everyone knows, the boss' heart has taken a turn for the worse,

and he wishes to focus on his recovery at present.

He's made the decision to retire.

Relations with the Hayakawa Family being as bad as they are...

...I believe we must select a successor as a matter of urgency.

And so, we're all gathered here today

so that we may share our honest opinions

on the future of the family's leadership.

Have you chosen an heir, boss?

It has to be Katayama, right?

He's still too young.

He doesn't have the experience yet to fill the boss' shoes.

Don't tell me it's going to be Sato.

Now, that's a good idea.

I think he's the perfect man for the job.

What? You're so transparent.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We can see right through you. It's laughable.

Hey...

Who do you think you're talking to? Huh?

Mock Sato like that, and you're fucking dead.

What did you just say?

Fuck you!

That's enough, all of you!

What the hell is this?

Arguing amongst yourselves like schoolgirls?

It makes me sick to my stomach

to think I ever let the likes of you join this damn family!

And you, Noboru!

You tell me you're calling an emergency meeting

without even saying why.

Then I discover it's about naming my successor.

You fucking imbecile!

That's not what we have to talk about today, is it?

What are we going to do about this fight with Hayakawa?

He killed two of your men,

and you've not even lifted a finger in response!

I wanted vengeance as much as anyone, boss, believe me.

But by the time we heard that Yano and Sugita were dead,

the cops were all over it.

There was nothing we could do.

Not to mention the fact that there's no proof Hayakawa was behind it.

What the fuck are you talking about?

When did we Yakuza ever need proof?

No one but Hayakawa would be stupid enough to go after our men!

If you're scared of the police,

you might as well give up this way of life now!

And you, Tatsuo...

What have you got to say for yourself?

Is this feud not the whole family's feud? Well?

Whose job is it to rally the troops when something like this happens?

You think this lack of commitment is appropriate for a man of your rank?

No, boss.

I want Hayakawa's head. Now!

What the fuck does my successor matter until this is settled?

Whoever ends this will take over from me!

Do you hear me? Whoever gets Hayakawa will be my heir.

Wow!

I can tell you were a champion in the Self Defense Forces.

Superb!

Cut it out. What's taking Sato so damn long?

Sorry I kept you waiting.

I've made quite a find.

Doesn't look like a hitman for the Yakuza, does he?

Mr. Sato... I'm here because I was promised a job.

What's with fucking whitey here? This your idea of a joke?

Easy, Mr. Nonaka!

Fine.

See what I can do first, then decide.

Mr. Sato...

You shoot.

Go on!

You're not armed?

And you call yourself a professional?

I suppose there's no point in seeing him shoot a piece of paper now, eh?

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

We never got the money for those guns in the end.

Yeah, that's cos you wasted Sugita, boss.

Well, if you hadn't done it...

...I would have.

I'm sure!

If I don't kill someone soon, I'm gonna lose my touch.

Tell me about it.

We've not had any action since that war with the Colombians back home.

- It's been ten months now. - That long, huh?

What a bloodbath that was, though. Bullets flying everywhere.

You killed more than any of us.

We had to get the fuck out of Brazil because you wasted eight cops.

Alright, give me a break.

How long do we have to work with these cocksuckers, though?

I'm fucking sick of them.

We've got the wind behind us right now.

Stay patient just a little longer.

We'll get our chance soon enough.

Then we'll take it all.

- Okay? - Chance?

I don't understand. I don't speak the lingo.

Where are you from?

Say again?

Oh, Spain.

Oh, got you. I don't speak the language.

Where are you from?

- The same as her? - Spain.

- And you? - Me? I'm Brazilian.

Brazilian, my ass! Come on.

You can't fool me.

Hey, Yama-chan.

- By yourself tonight? - Yeah.

Gorgeous, isn't she, Yama-chan?

He's a valued customer. Take good care of him.

Hey, Carlos! Over here.

Oh, Mr. Kaji! Good evening.

- Having a good time? - Are you stupid?

I'm here to talk to you. Leave us alone.

Come on, move it, move it.

What's this about, then?

You must've heard that two of Sato's guys, Yano and Sugita, were killed.

Huh? Yano and Sugita, you say?

You didn't know? You need to read the papers.

I can't read Japanese.

- So who did it? - Some fuckers from the Hayakawa Family.

There's been some tension for a while, but this has lit the powder keg again.

You'd better get ready in case the whole thing blows up.

A war? That scares me.

What are you scared for, you idiot?

Times like these offer you a chance to move up in the world.

- Chance? - Yes.

You were complaining about Sugita not paying you for those guns, right?

That's right.

But I guess I'll have to wave goodbye to that now he's dead.

I'll give you the money.

Want to meet my lieutenant?

Who knows what might come up in that conversation?

Welcome.

- I'm here to see Senhor Katayama. - Certainly. This way, please.

Your guests have arrived.

Are you Carlos?

Sit.

What a lovely señorita.

Is she your girlfriend, Senhor Katayama?

I'm Maya. You'll have to come see me at my bar.

I'll make sure I do.

Two glasses of water.

This is how you dress? You look like tramps.

At least wear a tie or something.

You think so?

We could go anywhere dressed like this back home.

It was the Colombians who were fond of ties.

They called it a "Colombian Necktie".

Idiot. Your crude taste doesn't fly in Japan.

There's two hundred in there for the guns Sugita took.

Want to make some serious money?

As you know, we're currently at war with the Hayakawa Family.

The only way to end it is by eliminating the boss, Tokio Hayakawa.

That comes straight from the top.

Whoever takes Hayakawa out will be the next Yamashiro chairman.

The only ones in the race are me and Sato, the boss' right-hand man.

But the cops are all over us right now, and we can't make a move.

That's where you outsiders come in.

I'll have one of my soldiers come in to actually finish the job.

Well?

They'll really let you be the boss

if you kill this Hayakawa, Senhor Katayama?

Right.

Then, let us handle it all ourselves.

We can't work as a team if you bring someone else in.

You ever killed anyone before?

Really?

You do it, then.

There's a million upfront, and some equipment.

It wouldn't hurt you to get in my good books.

Your bar may be on Sato's turf, but once I'm in charge...

Well...

Who the fuck does he think he is?

"You ever killed anyone before?"

You wanna make mincemeat out of someone, you come to Dom Carlos.

I'll make you enough to open a burger joint.

I don't get it, boss.

Why the fuck do we have to kill this Hayakawa guy

just because he asked us to?

That Katayama...

He's weak.

If he becomes the top dog of the Yamashiro Family,

we can get him to do whatever we want.

We'll have the whole damn family wrapped around our little finger.

- How did it go? - How did it go?

They wanted to handle Hayakawa alone, so I let them.

All on their own?

Can they manage that?

It's not our problem what happens to those Brazilian fuckers.

If our guys did it, it would be costly if it went to court,

and it might even land us in the shit.

Right.

Got it.

Keep your eyes peeled, alright?

It's me, Ono.

We know where Hayakawa's holed up.

Make it a clean job, alright?

Hello?

Um... I'm Hirata, from Brazil.

Who is it, Tomomi?

Some called Mr. Hirata from Brazil!

Shiro?

Shiro and Goro?

Sorry I haven't been in touch. It's me, Shiro.

What brings you here out of the blue?

Actually, come in first. Come on, boys.

You really should've let us know you were in Japan sooner.

Yes.

How long has it been since we last saw each other, then?

It was when Grandpa died, so...

- It must be 16 or 17 years. - You're right.

I was worried about getting on a plane with her still in my belly.

Where's Uncle?

He died. Last year.

It was cirrhosis. It all happened very quickly.

He always spoiled us when we were kids.

Say, why don't you join us for dinner?

It's been a while since we had guests. We'll have a great time catching up.

Well... we've got work after this. I'm sorry.

I see. Well, work is work.

Come back later in the week, though, won't you?

I'll cook up something delicious for you.

Yes, we'd love to.

Who the fuck are you?

It's some foreigner.

A message from Mr. Nagata.

He's with Nagata?

Hey...

Yeah?

Really? You got him?

I've known that bastard Hayakawa far too long.

Finally!

Now, I can retire happy.

Don't mention that. We're just happy to bring you such good news, boss.

Right. What a lucky find that American was, boss.

Oh, really?

What's going on out there?

Searching the place, eh? Get on with it, then!

- Get started. - Sir.

That's it, check every nook and cranny.

Hey, that's worth a lot of money!

More fine work from our boys in blue. You won't find a thing, though!

Hey, Carlos. Fuck are you up to? They already got to Hayakawa.

Don't give me, "Que." Sato hit Hayakawa.

Oh, no!

Don't play dumb with me. What are you gonna do about it?

What are you gonna do?

Not much, what with him being dead and all.

I was a fucking idiot to hire you guys.

You jungle boys don't know what you're doing anyway.

You're a bunch of jackasses!

- Jackasses? - Yeah.

Thanks to you clowns, I've lost the chairman's seat!

I'll only put up with so much whining from you, right?

You never considered that Hayakawa might be hit so soon?

Just admit that it didn't go down like you thought it would...

...and don't put your fuck-ups on other people!

What did you just say, asshole?

I'm saying that I want you to be the big boss.

You still have cards to play, don't you?

Cards to play?

We'll kill Sato.

You just sit tight.

- Oh, Shinji? - Yeah.

Is Mr. Sato around? Yeah...

It's Tatsuo.

No, not at all.

You're too kind.

I was hoping we could meet up for a little heart-to-heart.

No, no, really.

I mean it. We all need to get behind you right now.

Do you think you could fit it in tomorrow?

Baseball?

Against the guys from downtown?

A fated showdown, then. I'll send you over some snacks.

What time will the game finish? Huh?

It's a doubleheader?

Do you think you could call me once it's over?

No, no. Right. Page me when you're ready.

Great, see you tomorrow. Goodbye.

Hey, Shiro. Why is Goro always so glum?

Tomomi!

He's always been the quiet type.

I tell you what, Tomomi.

If you can make Goro crack a smile, I'll buy you anything you like.

- I'll give it my best shot, then! - Tomomi!

Right?

- Huh? - Right?

Hey, you like the candy?

- Yes. - Here.

You're really putting them away!

Your sixth one?

Your fifth?

- You have a sweet tooth? - No.

- Aren't you lonely? - Eh?

I know, let's play Othello!

Sorry, Tomomi, but we have to get going soon.

- You're leaving already? - Why not stay for dinner?

- We've still got work to do. - Come on, it's just one day, eh?

They like to make fun of us Brazilians. Jungle boys, they call us.

We have to work three times harder than anyone else.

- Keep it up, then. - Will do.

I'll let you off for today, then.

Let's go to a theme park this Sunday, though, okay?

- Come on! Come on, come on! - Tomomi!

I don't see why not.

Yeah!

Ouch! What was that for?

Come on, assholes!

Come on!

Move it!

Listen, we better win today, right?

And you...

I've changed Seiji's position, so you're on the starting team now.

This is your first game. You gonna hit a home run for me?

Let's go!

What the hell? Tuck your damn shirts in. Honestly...

Who did this?

Who did this to Noboru?

Huh?

It must've been Hayakawa's men.

Hayakawa?

Give me strength, Tatsuo!

You think they've got the backbone to do this?

No, I just...

It was absolute carnage.

If the Hayakawas had killers like that, we'd be long gone by now!

Either way, I'll find whoever did this and make them pay dearly.

Tatsuo...

Don't tell me you...?

What? That I killed Sato?

Never.

I would never do such a thing. Never.

Then, find the one who did it, and fast!

Listen to me.

Don't kill him!

You bring him to me alive!

I'll kill the bastard myself.

With my own hands!

Hello, this is Mamão, the Brazilian pub where a good time is guaranteed.

Oh, Mr. Katayama. How can I help you?

You stupid prick! It was only meant to be Sato, not a fucking massacre!

You might as well have left a note saying the Hayakawas didn't do it!

The whole Yamashiro Family's out hunting for the killers.

It's only a matter of time until they think of you.

What are you talking about?

We gave you just what you were after.

It's a little late to be fretting over the details.

Now, you listen to me.

If you get caught, that puts my neck on the line as well!

Anyway, we can't talk about this on the phone. Come see me right now!

Right now?

It's late already. Let's make it tomorrow.

Huh?

Right.

I know that.

Mr. Katayama, why are you so scared?

You're gonna be the big boss, aren't you?

Your moment of truth is coming up.

You need to keep a cool head, man. A cool head...

Fucking tight-ass.

Mr. Kaji. What's up?

Where's Carlos?

Where is Carlos?

Tell me where he went.

What's all this ruckus?

If it's me you want, I'm right here.

Hey, hey, Carlos.

Didn't you hear Mr. Katayama? He asked to come.

He's set to blow a gasket.

You must have a thing or two to say to him as well.

Don't make me look like an asshole here.

Just come along quietly.

Easy now, easy.

I'll go see Mr. Katayama.

You can't do that. Stay here. Antonio will be back soon.

Relax, would you?

I'll come back one million richer.

- It's for the best, right? - I'd say so.

Let's go.

Thanks.

Will we really find Mr. Katayama in a place like this, I wonder.

Just get inside.

Wake him up now.

What have you got planned for me, then?

Sorry, Carlos, but you're gonna have to die.

Die?

Why do you have to kill me?

You went too far.

Now Katayama's got a bad case of the jitters.

Never mind the chairman's seat, he's worried they'll come for you.

And now, he wants me to take care of you for him.

Fuck did you say?

If you're gonna kill me, why bother bringing me to a shithole like this?

Just put a bullet in my head and be done with it!

Well, the thing is, see, the boss wants the killer alive.

But that won't work for us, will it?

So, we'll say we roughed you up a little and you croaked.

My idea is, once you're dead, we can deny doing it on purpose!

So, you're gonna be beaten to death.

You sick motherfucker!

That hurts...

What the fuck are you doing, dickhead? Cut it out!

When you get beaten badly, you can't help but shit yourself.

But we have to present your carcass to the boss, don't we?

So, we can't have your pants soaked in days-old shit.

And I'm not about to wipe a dead man's ass.

Hey! You're all shriveled up.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll excuse myself.

You take it from here.

Don't go anywhere, you fucker!

I'll break these cuffs and ram them down your throat!

Get back here!

Nice knowing you!

- Thanks for joining us. - Goodbye.

Thank you so much.

Maya, there's someone out back for you.

- For me? - He's tall and handsome!

Hey! You came!

Just wait a moment. We'll be closing soon.

Katayama.

Maya was what?

Right, I'm on my way.

Yeah?

What? Carlos got away?

How the fuck did that happen? Get straight...

YAMASHIRO FAMILY

It's true.

I told him...

I told him not to do it, not to go after Sato.

Did you, now?

He wouldn't listen, though.

And he got those Brazilians to kill Sato.

Honestly, I told him it was wrong. Over and over again. I really did!

I see.

So, that's what happened.

But the fact remains...

...that this Brazilian who killed Noboru and Tatsuo...

This Carlos...

He's still breathing, isn't he?

And there's no justice in that!

Shoichi...

Use that American again.

Have him get rid of this Carlos.

Kill the damn lot of them!

You got that?

Yes, sir.

YAMASHIRO FAMILY

What do you think you're doing, huh?

You know I can't stand cigarettes.

Are you smoking just to piss me off?

And you call this clean?

You think this is good enough for the boss' car?

- I'm sorry! - Don't fuck with me!

Hey! You missed a bit.

You'll never get it off like that. Go get a cloth!

Fucking moron.

There's a warrant out for you. Gambling charge from two years back.

You're getting me on something else, are you?

Come on, then! Bring as many fucking guys as you want!

Fuck do you want?

What the fuck is this?

I tried to stop him, but he reckoned they'd pay him a million.

Then, the idiot ends up nearly getting himself killed.

The boss has got no idea how to make money.

And he always loses his cool way too quickly.

That's just the way he is.

Why should we have to work for a guy like that, though?

It's one of his virtues, if you ask me.

- Virtues? - First I've heard of it!

It's a shame Shiro couldn't make it.

He'll miss out on my special sukiyaki.

I know, and we even got that good beef especially.

I bet you two aren't eating well with no woman in the house.

If you don't find some nice wives soon, you'll get malnourished.

Have you got your eye on anyone?

Shall I marry you, then?

Only joking!

Mom! Mom! I made Goro laugh!

What? Let me see.

Oh! It's true!

- You can vouch for it, then. - He's laughing!

Shiro will never believe it!

Just look at that grin.

This bit's ready.

Your rice, Goro.

He's here.

Shiro, we've just started dinner.

Who are you?

What are you doing? Someone, help!

The global economy continued to grow

for the seventh consecutive year in 1989,

though the rate of growth was slowed by factors

such as developed nations' anti-inflation policies.

Next, several shootings have taken place over the last few days.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police announced today

that 36-year-old Carlos Shiro Hirata,

a Brazilian of Japanese descent, believed to be deeply involved

in the Yamashiro-Hayakawa gang war,

has been placed on the national wanted list

on suspicion of murder and other charges.

Hold it! Where are you going?

As the leader of Mamão,

a criminal organization based in São Paulo's Central Zone,

Hirata engaged in a war one year ago with the Colombian Medellín Cartel,

and fled the country while wanted in connection

with 42 counts of murder, including those of eight police officers.

The police stressed the urgency of the matter,

announcing that they are working closely with Interpol,

and putting every effort possible into securing Hirata's arrest.

Moving on...

Hey, there's some weirdo coming in.

Who's there?

Carlos, I presume.

I'll teach you to underestimate the Japanese mob.

Time to die.

Carlos Shiro Hirata!

You are completely surrounded.

Do not try to resist. Put your weapon down.

Carlos!

Drop your weapon!

CAST:

NAOTO TAKENAKA

CHUCK WILSON

MASUMI HARUKAWA, YUMI TERAO

GOICHI YAMADA, RYUJI KATAGIRI, MASATAKA NARUSE

MINORU OKI

PLANNING BY MITSURU KUROSAWA PRODUCED BY TATSURO SHIBAGAKI

ORIGINAL MANGA BY KAZUHIRO KIUCHI SCREENPLAY BY KAZUMASA KIUCHI

CINEMATOGRAPHY BY SEIZO SENGEN

ART DIRECTION BY SHUICHI OSHIMA

MUSIC BY KAZUO ODANI

DIRECTED BY KAZUHIRO KIUCHI