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Translation from German: M74 Editing: Collectr TLC, Typesetting: Zalis

Pulse, 56.

Blood pressure, 121 over 83.

Today's donor: 34 years old, white, female, blood type O.

No STDs, AIDS negative.

No signs of drug abuse.

Good. Let's begin.

Scalpel!

There he is! Don't let him escape!

What's that?

The female body that was found in the East River last month has been identified.

34-year-old Lola Duncan worked as a prostitute in the South Bronx.

The police suspect that she was killed in a dispute with a client.

The body also had a fresh surgical scar.

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Aw, c'mon! Finished already?

Darling, there's a bounty hunter here!

What's your deal? Unauthorized people aren't allowed in here.

I'm looking for Carl.

Carl? I don't know any loser by that name.

My investigations tell me you're his lover.

The customers are getting impatient! Get out there already!

Do you know this Japanese saying?

"When you're hiding your head, don't let your butt stick out."

Carl!

Run for it, darling!

Carl!

Carl!

Don't come any closer, Hard!

Carl! Let that woman go!

You damn fool! I will shoot her!

Hey, wait a minute.

It's a real shame, Hard.

Tyrone.

Carl belongs to me.

I've been tailing him for two weeks and three days!

Did you forget the fundamental nature of bounty hunting, Hard?

"First sight rights" is a concept from your country.

But we're in America now.

It's the land of capitalism and free enterprise.

Go home and get some rest.

Damn!

You're blind?

Y-Yeah.

I'll take you home.

I'll be fine. This is my usual route.

At least until we reach the street.

Thanks.

Hey, Hard! You doing okay?

Turkey!

Like hell I'd be okay!

The prey I cornered got snatched away from me!

Well, them's the breaks.

You see, when that hotblooded Carl freaks out, he becomes unpredictable.

That's why you hired both Tyrone and me for the same bounty?

The insurer was paying double. It's not that uncommon.

But to make up for it, I've got a simple job for you this time.

You won't even need a gun.

A two-bit thug in the South Bronx with a three-day deadline.

Hate to say it, but I'm meeting my daughter.

So I can't take any jobs today.

Can you really afford to say that?

Don't think your job or your fame will last forever.

Ah, perfect!

Yes, yes, yes! Hello?!

Mr. Hard?

Huh? Who are you?

I'm the attorney in charge of your wife's affairs.

Your daughter cannot come to your meeting place today.

Why can't Momoko make it?

She's feeling under the weather. Probably a cold.

A cold?

Furthermore, the alimony and child support for this month have not been paid yet.

Please abide by the schedule of payments.

Otherwise, your visitation rights will be curtailed.

Ms. Attorney, that's unfair.

Then kindly transfer the money.

Can I at least hear her voice?

Witch! Devil!

Momoko...

So your date stood you up? Pretty pathetic, isn't it?

Hah! Dumped by your daughter!

It's none of your business. What's up?

There's this lightweight from the South Bronx by the name of Freddie.

Of all the things to steal, he took a church's whole treasury.

After he led patrol officers on a wild chase, he was arrested.

That was about a month ago.

Because it was his first offense,

determining his bail at trial was a simple matter.

I put up the money for him, but now he's jumped bail.

What about the church's money?

Apparently it was all returned.

So I'm racing against Tyrone again?

I offered the job to you first. Blame yourself for turning it down.

Try your best and earn your payday.

That alimony and child support won't pay itself, you know.

The residents of those skyscrapers look down from above the clouds,

while they keep all the bright sunshine to themselves.

They can open their wallets to buy their own weather and seasons.

They can even make the Statue of Liberty smile.

That's seen as a national virtue here.

And in the middle of the biggest city in the country,

a region like this one actually exists: the South Bronx.

More murders happen here than heels come loose from shoes.

Racial discrimination, unemployment, poverty, drugs.

In this part of town, there will always be crime.

I need to make some fast cash and leave this business.

Tyrone!

What does it all mean?

Oh?

Tyrone was killed in Freddie's apartment.

What?!

You said that the stolen money was returned.

Yes, the full amount.

That's what the pastor said.

Did he have accomplices?

Negative. Freddie was alone.

So then Freddie...

How could a weakling like that take Tyrone down?

Hey, don't deceive yourself.

You're neither Philip Marlowe nor Columbo.

I'm sorry that Tyrone's dead, but it's a matter for the cops.

You only have to bring Freddie in.

One of your arrows got broken, so you're keeping the other one safe?

My colleague is dead.

After a few bourbons at the bar,

he'd sometimes forget to brush his teeth, but he never forgot to clean his gun.

He was one tough hombre.

Everyone says...

that bounty hunting is a dirty business...

but a colleague is a colleague.

Th-That was my only coat, you lousy punk!

If you don't want your face turned into a massage parlor curtain, you'd better talk!

Why did you follow me all the way from the Bronx?

I-I saw the guys who came out of that place.

Wh-What?!

It was just after noon.

I heard the sounds of fighting next door.

Two men came out.

What did they look like?!

I was too afraid to get a clear look, but...

One of them was so huge that I couldn't see his face,

but I did see a cobra tattoo on his arm.

The other one was wearing makeup. Probably a fag.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

I looked in the room after they left, and I saw the dead guy lying there.

Shortly after that, you showed up.

The cops wouldn't give me a dime.

But since you don't look like one of them,

I thought you'd give me something.

Do you know how much a Burberry coat costs?

Geez, a Jap in a Burberry? Ridiculous.

The Indians called it "Manhattan." That means "place of inebriation."

Nights like this make me want to drown myself in booze and pass out cold.

I've been in this profession long enough

to know a little something about the criminal underworld.

There's only one giant with a cobra tattoo on his arm:

Coffin-maker Chopper.

He'll do anything for money. A perfect freelance killer.

And the one with the makeup is Suzy, his boyfriend.

We're up against some real bigshots here.

Suzy!

Suzy, phone call!

Suzy!

Yes.

Understood. You don't need Chopper for that.

I can handle it myself.

I'm going out now.

Suzy, don't go on too many dates outside of this place.

Suzy!

The life of man is fleeting.

Life is a gift from God.

It is up to man to live out that brief lifespan.

If the human body is the grass in a meadow,

you can see within it the shine of a wilting flower.

The lifetime of that flower is short.

In the grand timespan of eternity,

it takes less time than the blink of an eye.

Why does God task us with such heavy burdens?

That is precisely the neverending love of God.

What? That's the church Freddie stole from.

If we assume that every human life has been sent here to accomplish a task,

how can we help our fellow man reach his potential?

Death is not the end.

It is a new beginning, the birth of a new life.

By the grace of God...

No!

Who are you?

I'd like to talk to you about Tyrone.

Suzy!

Stop it! This is a church!

Damn!

Stop it!

Papa, I'm sorry. I've got a cold.

I'm very sad. I'd like to see you, Papa.

Papa feels the same way, Momoko.

Papa, I have some bad news.

Well, it seems like Mama...

has a new boyfriend now.

Wh-What?!

O-Ow.

She's been coming home very late these days.

I think he's really rich or something.

But don't worry, Papa. I like you better.

Uh oh, Mama just got home. Please take care!

Momoko, what's this boyfriend's name?!

Ah, you're awake? I see.

Suzy...

Chopper, can I be as beautiful as I used to be?

Suzy.

That was a failure.

What am I paying you for?

This job requires precision.

You're up against a bounty hunter named Hard.

Listen, keep the girl alive and grill her about that guy's hiding place.

Do whatever you want with Hard.

Hard!

I'm Miriam.

This is the second time you've saved my life.

How do you know that?

I may be blind, but my hearing is very good.

I never forget a voice.

But why was that tranny after you?

I see. Oh, our food's here.

Enjoy your meal!

It tastes good! They make the best steak here.

I'd rather eat spaghetti at your place than steak at a restaurant.

Hard, you're a lousy liar, but you're still a good man.

Miriam?

Mike?

You've hurt your head?

Nothing serious.

Good. By the way, is Freddie still in hiding?

Yes.

I can see why you're worried.

Anyway, take care.

Thank you, Mike.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes.

That deranged tranny could attack you again.

I'll ask the police to strengthen their patrols around your place.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Good night, Miriam.

Good night, Hard.

Just as I thought.

Miriam is Freddie's girlfriend.

That stinkin' tranny grabbed her to find out where Freddie's been hiding.

But why would they go after a petty thief who stole a little money from a church?

The two of them came here often.

Freddie likely wanted money for Miriam's eye surgery.

The stolen money has been completely returned.

Freddie has atoned enough. I imagine God will forgive him.

So you don't know why these killers have Freddie in their sights?

No.

Well, then...

Good boy. Don't cry.

Look at this city.

Drugs, rape, theft, murder...

All kinds of crime are woven into the fabric of daily life here.

It's mortifying.

I'm sure God will pronounce His judgment any day now.

I haven't seen God judge anything around here lately.

God isn't saying or doing anything.

He's probably on vacation.

Yes.

Freddie!

Freddie, it's me!

Miriam?

Freddie!

Freddie...

Miriam...

Who's there?!

Freddie, I assume?

Hard!

Did you follow me?

Miriam, that's my job.

Freddie!

Freddie, I have to know.

Why are those killers following you?!

Don't hurt him, Hard!

My colleague got caught up in it, and now he's dead.

Talk, Freddie!

Miriam has been attacked, too.

What?!

Freddie, please stop doing dangerous jobs for my sake.

It's enough. I don't care if I never get my sight back.

Because losing you would hurt even more.

Miriam...

There's a disk, a floppy disk.

A floppy disk?

What?!

Suzy, is that the guy?

Were you the one?

You've ruined my body!

What did you do to my Suzy?!

Chopper, you guys were the ones who killed Tyrone in Freddie's apartment!

Yes, I squashed a cockroach in a dirty apartment a few days ago.

But I didn't know the cockroach's name until now.

Chopper!

Hard!

Quick, get inside!

Damn!

Don't just stand there. Go upstairs!

Damn! I'm ridiculously outgunned.

Hard!

You won't escape me!

You're not going anywhere!

Where is he?

Chopper! Chopper!

Chopper!

Answer me, Chopper! Chopper!

Chopper!

That hurt.

Chopper!

A monster.

Crap!

Die, die, die!

What's the matter, Hard? Out of ammo already?

Damn! Chopper'll be back any second!

What now?!

Freddie. Freddie? Hard!

Freddie!

Die!

Suzy!

Quick, this way!

Suzy...

Hard!

Freddie...

We'll get you to a hospital. Hold on, Freddie!

H-Here.

Where did you get that, Freddie?

Miriam, I don't want to die.

I...

Freddie.

Miriam...

Freddie?

Freddie!

Freddie...

Yo!

I need to use your computer.

What's that?

Those are all the major hospitals in the city.

It's a price list.

Are these the hospitals' financial records?

Lola Duncan.

I've heard that name before.

A prostitute from the South Bronx.

A month ago, her body turned up in the East River.

From the South Bronx. Yes, exactly!

On the radio, they said that she had a fresh surgical scar.

Removed body parts: two kidneys.

Recipient: Thomas Ken Hospital.

Price: $3,000?

Way too luxurious for barbecue meat.

Hey! This is...

Organ trafficking!

He smelled like disinfectants, just like in a hospital.

Some things just drive you to drink!

Don't move!

You guys are beasts in human clothing!

I know all about your human organ trafficking organization!

Do you really need money that much?!

Well, do ya, Reverend?!

It's not only about the money.

I'm cleaning up the South Bronx in the name of God!

What?

These sorts of people are tainting the city.

Drug dealers, prostitutes, the homeless...

Nobody misses them when they die.

But thanks to their organs, other people can have a new lease on life.

Truly an act of God, don't you think?

I think it's madness. You're crazy.

If Freddie had only stolen money, I wouldn't have bothered with him.

However, he also took the floppy disk

and tried to use it to blackmail us.

An act of God should not suffer blackmail.

That's why he needed to die.

Shut your mouth!

You're exploiting medical progress to desecrate human lives!

I won't allow that!

Call Chopper!

Dirty swine! Wait!

Crap!

Did you know that...

the human body doesn't have even a single useless part?

Everything is valuable, from major organs down to hair and toenails.

Your body will fetch an especially good price.

Aside from one part, that is.

Do you know which part I'm referring to?

The cardiac organ: your heart!

Your heart is tarnished by a sense of justice, making it useless to me!

So I'll rip it right out of you!

Die!

Hard...

Chopper, it's me!

Chopper!

I won't let you get away, Hard!

Hard, where are you?!

Shit!

Die, Hard!

That hurts, doesn't it? But be patient.

I'll kill you nice and slow.

Momoko, are you over your cold?

That's good.

Last time you called, you told me...

that Mama had a new boyfriend.

What's he like?

kasuka ni jyuudan ga yozora kirisaita

A bullet lightly tore across the night sky

jinsei ni wakare no toki

When I part with my life

I'll sing this way

sou utatte iru

A shadow hanging around the street corner

machikado wo tatazumu kage

yume ni miteta kao

The face I saw in my dream,

with long hair, blistering, murderous intent,

nagai kami, hitomi fukaku

hakunetsu no satsui

lies deep in its eyes

ima, toki wo tometa mama de

If I could stop time

and reverse its flow,

riba-su dekitara

kono zetsubou no omoi ha doko ni kiete ta darou

when would this hopeless feeling disappear?

I see an angelic figure retreating

ushiro sugata no enjyeru

ima kiete iku enjyeru

An angel, now disappearing

Ah, instant pain

a isshun no itami

sairensa ga ima

And now, a silencer

karada tsuranuku ima

penetrates my body

I'm crossing a dark river

kurai kawa wo wataru

ushiro sugata no enjyeru

An angelic figure, retreating

An angel with its wings cut off

hane wo kirareta enjyeru

Ah, instant pain

a isshun no itami

How long will this night last?

dokomade tsudzuku yoru

This neverending night

owaru koto nai yoru

This journey I can't retrace

modorenai tabidachi