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So you're...

Ledell Nikolavic, who they say is one of the top five assassins in the world.

Five?

I can't speak for those other guys, but this ONE is all you'll need.

I see. Your confidence is top-notch as well.

Take a look. The targets are about 600 meters up ahead.

Please hit the forward target in the head 10 times.

The rear target is for the next client.

Even if you miss a shot, you can't damage that one under any circumstances whatsoever.

Being tested doesn't agree with me. Try using one of those other four.

We have secrets of our own to protect, you know.

By the way, two people before you failed their "audition".

Don't make us have to dig another hole nearby...

Fifth shot, made.

Sixth shot, made.

Seventh shot, made.

Eighth shot, made.

Ninth shot, made

What is it?

Give me that. What's the result?

Answer me!

I was shooting like my life depended on it, but...

a fly went into the scope, breaking my concentration.

Understood. You're hired.

Ted Cornan. That's the man we want you to eliminate.

I continued to wait, secretly holding my breath

While simply clawing at my heart

One minute and one second had never felt this long

I look up at the sky and ask of the wind

Oh, can I run free now?

That weak me of the past isn't here anymore

I've decided only to believe

Take the wave

With these hands I grasp now the dream I've pictured

Toward you

Take the chance

With my back to these emotions I'd felt broken

Toward you

Blown by the wind

Oh, blown

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Talk about biting the hand that feeds you...

I had no one else to rely on. That's why I thought of him as my son.

I taught him the fundamentals of business and now he's vice president of my company.

And yet he'd...

I'm not interested in details regarding the client.

Let's get down to it.

Ah, my apologies. That's one of the bad things about getting old.

Bob has hired a certain man to get rid of me.

This is Bob.

And now, the man behind the show's planning and production...

the vice president of Cornan and Associates, Mr. Bob Stigner!

Everyone, thank you. Really, thank you.

But I can't accept this award solely on my behalf.

There's someone else to whom I owe my success...

The father of American show business, and my dear mentor, Mr. Ted Cornan.

Without his support, I doubt I would be where I am today.

I want you to kill Bob.

But not just kill him, or there would've been no need to hire you at all.

No, that alone won't be enough to satisfy me...

That's why there is a major condition attached to how you do this.

I want you to kill Bob just before I'm to be killed.

I want him to die when it's supposed to have been my time to die.

The man that Bob hired is one of the best snipers in the world...

but that is to my advantage, because it tells me what his strategy will be.

In one week, we fly to Chicago to attend a nationwide promoters' summit.

I get the feeling I'll be targeted at O'Hare Airport, -

that he'll go for a long-distance shot when we're disembarking from the jet.

How do you know that?

Because what he wants is to take my place.

If he kills me just before the summit, -

he can attend as sole representative of Cornan and Associates.

That is the fait accompli he is trying to create.

Who's the man he hired?

Ledell Nikolavic.

He was the gold medal front runner in the Olympic small-bore rifle event.

But he got into trouble over money and starting accepting hits from shadowy organizations, -

disappearing from the winners' podium.

His weapon of choice is a modified rifle that uses a Mauser as a base.

It employs an electronic primer system to ensure maximum possible accuracy.

It has zero lock time and a modified, ultra feather-touch trigger pull.

As a sniper, he's especially gifted at the kneeling stance, so they say.

My apologies. I forgot who I was talking to.

Going forward, I'd like to contact you using this. Your pay will be $3 million.

Will you accept?

I accept.

Thank you, Mr. Togo.

...held by the King's Philharmonic Orchestra at the Manhattan Concert Hall.

This is Stigner. ...held by the King's Philharmonic Orchestra at the Manhattan Concert Hall.

...held by the King's Philharmonic Orchestra at the Manhattan Concert Hall.

Understood. Let him in. ...held by the King's Philharmonic Orchestra at the Manhattan Concert Hall.

It had been five years since the orchestra's last visit, -

Consider this halftime. I'll call you later. It had been five years since the orchestra's last visit, -

Consider this halftime. I'll call you later. and with world-famous violinist Thomas Simpson appearing as guest soloist, -

and with world-famous violinist Thomas Simpson appearing as guest soloist, -

the venue was packed with music fans throughout New York.

That was Elena Lane just now, wasn't it?

You're allowed to put your hands on the merchandise?

Don't mind if I do.

Whatever, she's disposable.

Besides, "Hands off the merchandise" is what the BOSS always says.

Well?

I'm assuming the guy we've hired has talent.

His skills are first-rate. He's a little stubborn though.

Once the job's complete, finish him.

Which of us is in the mafia again?

100 Most Influential People... The King of Broadway?

Next month they'll have to do a collector's edition on the guy.

Sucks to be them.

Bob?

We're done talking about the job. Please leave!

I say something to offend you?

It's just me being childish. Don't pay it any mind.

Okay.

This time look at the camera.

Yes!

A pose like that won't please the customer, will it?!

You have to keep the sensuality SUBDUED, so you catch only a whiff!

He's acting like he's the president...

I guess it's about time the torch gets passed, huh?

Let's just move on. Elena, take your jeans off!

What a damn joke! If I only had money, I...

If I just had money, I could make a hit production or two anytime!

So if you had money, you could bring audiences in to your productions?

Who the heck are you?

If you simply blame lack of money and never acknowledge your own immaturity, -

you'll never be anything but third-rate.

What did you say?!

Use this to write however much money you need.

Show me you can make a show that's a success.

What's the matter? I thought all you needed was money to succeed.

It'll be a hit. It'll be a huge hit!

Then return half of what you write that for within a year, plus interest.

If you can't pay it back...

If I can't pay it back?

I'll have you work for me until you CAN pay it back.

And so, Bob failed.

But I knew.

Left as-is he was no good, but if polished, he would shine. If I polished.

And I was right.

It's been a long time. I thought you were dead.

If I died, it would be front-page news.

There's an unfamiliar face.

He was here last night, too.

Mind if I sit here? This isn't the kind of place that gets tourists.

You're Asian, huh? I'm Polish. The name's Nikolavic.

Hah. Not very friendly, are you?

One more.

I was in the military long ago. It was terrible.

Bullets would come flying at you not from enemies, but from your allies.

But rather than being targeted, I was the one who was targeting.

You talk too much.

A man who never shakes with his main hand...

An Asian who never smiles...

It can't be!

Don't tell me that was HIM!

Shooting isn't exactly my specialty.

This is an Olympic trial, right?

The footage is pretty rough. Is this 8 millimeter?

This is this military firearms training...

Oh! This is from when Foreign Minister Gram was assassinated.

Was your guy involved in that, too?

Right there. Slow it down.

He relaxes himself, drops his sight from an upper to lower position, -

turns his right elbow slightly and fires, huh?

It's very slight, -

but once he's turned his right elbow, he drops his aim even lower.

I see the elbow turn, but his muzzle stays in the same position.

In terms of trajectory, it could be about six millimeters...

In other words, less than one-third of a degree.

Right here.

Whoa. You can see that kind of slight movement, can you?

I want you to analyze that angle. Down to 1/60th of a degree.

Impossible!

Even if I did that, -

a difference of two-thirds of a degree would miss a target 100 meters away by 58 centimeters!

I'm looking for an angle that would miss by 53 cm from 590 meters away.

I've got $500,000.

Okay. I'll do the best I can.

I refuse.

There's no reason to take him out. Golgo can't go after Bob at that airport!

Do what you will.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

She's pretty good looking. Maybe next time we should scout her.

You're the same as always.

Hmm?

Oh, nothing at all.

Is this about the new actress?

I've been under a lot or stress lately and just wanted someone I could vent to.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Just the two of us, out to eat like this. It was thoughtless of me, and-

It's been a while, hasn't it? Just the two of us, out to eat like this.

Yes, you're right.

We're finally off to Chicago in two days. How're your preparations coming along?

No problems at all.

Is that so? That's good to hear.

It was truly a great success!

Thanks to all of you.

Sir!

What are you all grins about?

I can't pay you back the other half yet...

But this is a token of my appreciation.

A top-dollar necktie. Thank you.

I hope to keep learning from you in the future.

Do you remember this?

Would you care for another drink?

I'm fine, thanks.

Very good, sir.

What were you talking about?

Oh, it's nothing.

Did you do it?

Yeah, somehow. First, take a look at this.

This time I got ya for sure.

Yeah, right.

I want you to check out this license plate for me: 244 7HI.

There are four casualties. The one we know is Al Treighton, age 54.

Apparently a big shot in the Italian mob.

Another body's been found, in an alleyway 200 meters from there.

The bullet went clean through his forehead.

Copy that.

We're flying to Chicago tomorrow as planned.

This will be my last communication.

I had dinner with Bob last night...

Take care of this.

Understood.

This meeting will have the usual "putting in one's appearance" aspect...

Sir, are you listening?

Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else.

I'm already an old man...

For a long time, I've had no one who could take my place as president.

Or rather, I've worked as both the company's president and representative.

But I think I'd like to leave that position before too much longer.

You're the youngest of the company's four vice presidents, but...

I think you're the only one that could keep the company going forward.

And I'd like you to come up with a strategy for today's meeting.

This is the only place that could serve as a sniper point.

As long as I'm here, Golgo won't be able to get a hit on Bob.

When this guy readies his rifle, there's a.13 degree shift in his targeting angle.

That means it's at 2.237 meters above the target.

His aim drops at a fairly regulated speed, coming to rest 1.3 seconds later.

He fires 0.15 seconds after that.

The time from when the gun is raised 53 centimeters above the target

to when it descends is 1 to the 26th decimal point of 100th of a second.

In other words, 0.99 seconds later.

This will probably be the last time you push me.

It won't do to have a man who has since retired being pushed by the president.

That's just not true.

Even if I do become president, -

I'd want to be able to be there for you as always.

Such wonderful weather.

On a day like this, if we went out pheasant hunting, -

I bet even I could score some game.

Mr. Stigman!

Mr. Vice President! Mr. Vice President!

Which way did the shot come from?

From that way, I think.

Bob... I thought of retiring and having you take my place as president.

For a time, I really thought that...

The sight of you giving your all to such small things

Days in which you've become brave

You can't move if you stay as you are, indecisive

Like standing on a glass highway

Though it's filled with dreams and danger

Little by little, let's walk this long road

And just like that time before

You're laughing

In the breeze of the salt air, there was a whisper

That sparkling, faraway day was an illusion

It's far too soon to be defeated by such trivial things

Till the end of time...

The presidential nominating convention.

It is there that Golgo 13 assassinates a certain man.

The police zero in on Golgo as a suspect, but where is the murder weapon?

And how will Golgo get his way out of this one?

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