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Ten masked men who claim they belong to the dreaded left -wing PFLP, our popular

front for the liberation of Palestine, have taken full control of the Israeli

embassy here on Makaoni Point.

In a spectacular 30 -minute raid, the terrorists blasted their way into the

office of the Consul General, sustaining only one casualty while killing six and

seriously wounding eight of the 30 -man security force.

Unfortunately, they've kept a tight lid on their operation. I came as soon as I

heard. This is out of our hands. The FBI has us hamstrung.

All right, so what's the best way?

Christ's sake, before she gets herself killed.

You almost got me killed back there.

Sure hope that's made your day.

I'm gonna throw the goddamn book at you, smartass. The fuck you trying to prove?

Crime doesn't pay.

The young man's world, now it's changing.

She's made of dew, she's come to take it in.

The old is gone, the new is done, not a letter I've been.

Things have gone wrong, but no one seems to care.

And then she starts shouting gentle praise.

Not the taxpayers.

Come on, Chris.

No, take it. It's yours. It's a token of my appreciation for keeping me alive.

I don't remember doing that.

Yeah, you're right. No, no, no.

It must have cost a fortune.

You hogged your gun.

So I spurred, so what?

Look, three diamonds.

One for each year we rode together.

Thanks, Chris.

I'm going to miss you.

I'm not going to die.

I intend to be around a long time yet.

I'll hold you to that.

Welcome to Honolulu, Yokyo -san.

Can't pay.

Let's go.

No. What? No!

Give me the keys.

Mr. Gish.

Have him come in.

Mr. Gish.

Yukio -san.

Please come this way.

Please, send Dr. Fujima my deepest gratitude for the loan of these most

scrolls. I shall be happy to tell Dr.

Fujima of your appreciation.

As agreed upon, here's the token of my esteem.

It is an honor to do business with you, Mr. Gish.

The privilege is mine, Yuka -san.

I'm only sorry that your journey was marred by that outrageous attack at the

hangar.

Please assure Dr.

Fujima that I will take every possible measure to protect those sacred scrolls

against the fanatic Kempe.

I shall do so, Mr. Gish.

Well, I'd like to wish you a very safe and pleasant flight back to Japan.

Sayonara, Mr. Gish.

Jean Paul!

Make sure these fakes go up on the wall tomorrow for the exhibit.

Oh, and as planned, the originals go to the warehouse for safekeeping.

Yes, sir.

Meadows? Yeah.

Japan? Who is this?

Kashi! Is it really you, you old bandit?

It is me, old friend.

I quarrel because of a serious matter.

Sure. Last night, a very precious shipment arrived from Hokkaido.

The four scrolls of the temper of immortality.

which was in transit to the Gish Museum of Oriental Arts in Kona.

I am told that before the scrolls could be transferred to a private place,

some youths tried to steal them. I am blamed for the attempted robbery.

But they had nothing to do with it.

Nothing at all.

My informant tells me the scrolls being displayed on the Gish Museum are

fixed. Well, I'll look into the case, Domodachi. You can count on that.

I knew I could depend on you.

I owe you, Kashi.

I owe you.

I am leaving for Kora to get a closer look at the fake scroll.

I will call again to give you my number there.

Sumil Saye, good friend.

Has the yacht arrived yet?

No sign of it.

Trent checked in yet?

No. You must be waiting for things to cool down.

What about the explosives?

Have you picked them up?

As you ordered.

All right, carry on.

Shit.

I didn't realize how much time I've spent with Colby.

Oh, no problem.

This is a juicy book.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

So what's up with you and Colby?

Huh? No, nothing.

Come on, let's go.

Drop me off at the next corner.

Don't wait for me.

I'll get off on my own.

I'm clean, Sarge.

I swear on my mother's grave.

I haven't moved a single piece this whole month.

No, I'm not here to bust it, Pete. I want to know.

Oh, Matt, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Can I compete? Never squeal to me, associate.

No, sir.

Never have.

Never will.

Maybe Canaka Pete would like me to drag his butt downtown to answer some

interesting question.

It's not so loud, man.

You don't want to bring down my market values, do you? The department has

nothing to do with it. Between you and me.

Cross me, and I'll break every bone in your body.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Honolulu.

Please have your wallets, purses, and watches ready.

This is a stick -up.

Okay, get back.

Over there.

Open up that drawer.

Come on.

Get back up against there.

211 in progress at 1245 Kawakawa Avenue.

Please respond.

It's only a block away. Tell them we'll take it.

This is car 12 responding to that.

Come on. Let's hurry up. Let's go.

Oh, shit. It's the cops. Come on. Let's get out of here.

Get in.

Drive.

Believe.

Let's go. Come on. Run. Quick.

You've been asking a lot of questions, KP.

We don't like to... Who are you?

You don't want to know.

What's wrong, Chris?

Ah, this retirement thing.

Oh, I'm just menopausing, I guess.

Look, drop me off at Koala Basin, okay?

Hey, I'm your partner.

I want to help.

I don't need your help.

I'm sorry.

Just let me go solo this time, okay?

Take care.

Ah, I wouldn't do that.

Dodge here's got a very itchy trigger finger.

Who are you? What do you want?

It's not important who we are, but you best know what we want.

We want you to stop being so damn nosy, or you're going to wind up like your

friend here, speechless.

You won't get away with this. Oh, yes, we will.

Headquarters, this is Silk.

Come in, Silk. I want to make on Alpha Yankee Yankee 929 Gray Mustang.

Roger.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

What are you doing getting mixed up with scum like that?

Paying an old debt.

What old debt?

I was in Japan investigating an opioid run.

Turned out to be a coup operation.

They caught up with me and tried to run me out.

This friend of mine stepped in.

I owe him my life.

Now he wants my help.

What was the objective?

Sets of sacred scrolls were stolen, replaced with fakes.

You wanted me to find out who was behind the theft.

I guess we better do that.

Headquarters, is it Silk?

Go ahead, Silk. Do we have a make?

It's a rented car. A guy named Trent Aker signed for it. Records are clean,

though. Not even a traffic ticket.

Well, put an APB out on him.

Gray Mustang, tag number Alpha Yankee Yankee 929.

Suspects are armed and dangerous.

Radio in location of vehicle immediately.

This is 401 Amoana College Bridge. We've spotted suspect's gray Mustang, tag

number Alpha Yankee Yankee 929, heading east on Marina Road. Over. We're on our

way.

The case.

Tell the captain we're shoving off.

Make sure all four scrolls are there.

Police! All present, count.

Let's go.

Now drop your gun!

Now!

Give me the scope!

Sure.

Open it!

You trying to get yourself killed?

Probe.

Get out of here.

Get the hell out of here.

I

want

you to check every outlet from that marina. Hello? Yeah, Frank.

Just keep me informed, all right?

Sir, we dragged the marina. There was no sign of Meadows. Nothing. Don't check

the logs.

All you have to know is past week. I want it by tonight.

Where are you going?

My partner is missing. I can help. I'll call you to identify. Until then, stay

out of it. Captain.

That's an order.

Call me.

you can thank your lucky stars that all you got out of this was a scratch.

Young lady, I told you not to pursue this case.

I was attacked.

I didn't go looking for this.

It's a closed case.

What about Chris's being taken? Is that a closed case, too?

Look, you know damn well we're doing everything we can to find him.

You, you're compounding the problem by getting underfoot.

You get what I'm saying?

I didn't send this guy an invitation.

All right, let's put the rest.

I'm going to assign a couple of boys to look after you for a while.

Captain, that really isn't necessary.

You're on two weeks' leave, starting today.

Colby?

I want you to give me round -the -clock security on Silk, but keep it discreet.

I don't want her to know we're looking after her.

I thought I told you to stay home, young lady.

I can't help it. I'm worried sick about Chris.

Well, so are we.

But it's going to complicate matters further if we have to worry about you as

well.

Just be a good girl. Go home.

Relax.

Chris is our first priority.

Jenny, call for you.

You've got something that belongs to us.

Maybe. We've got Meadows.

How do I know that?

Talk to him.

Jenny. Chris, you all right?

You never told me retirement was going to be like this.

Where are you?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Whatever happens, don't give him the scroll.

Chris?

Look, if you want your nosy friend back, Meet us at the Cowanola Botanical

Gardens, 8 p .m. tonight.

Alone.

You give us our scroll back, we give you Meadows.

I'll be there.

We see one cop out there. He's dead.

Is that clear?

The scrolls.

Where's Chris?

Thank you, Ms. Chris.

What the hell did you think you were doing?

Get a hold of yourself, Jenny.

You guys killed Chris.

Jenny, look, we just wanted to make sure you had all the help. I didn't need any

help.

We didn't want things to turn out the way they did.

You damn well know that.

We felt the best way to neutralize the situation was a show of force.

You figured?

You have no idea who you're dealing with here.

These guys are trained mercenaries. They're ruthless.

You should have let me handle it my way.

All right. Clearly this is not the best time to discuss the case. But there's

more to it than you told us.

Let's cooperate.

Don't go it alone.

That's all I'm asking.

It seems you've forgotten, Captain. You put me on fourth sleeve.

That means I am on my own.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall lack nothing.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul.

He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no

evil for you are with me.

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil.

My cup overflows.

Surely, goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

I need a ticket to Kona.

bottles of beer upon the wall.

You know what's green and

swims in salt water?

I don't know, Mr. Haskins.

Moby Pickle!

Thank you, Mr. Haskins. We're trying to sleep.

Life always is boring or does it get better when you get older?

Pretty much the same.

You joined by mistake?

Vacation.

Club meds and vacation.

This is Geritol Hell.

My name's Holly.

Jenny.

I like your hair.

Thanks.

So, I come all the way from Texas to see my dad, and what does he do? He sends

me on this stupid tour.

Somewhere I won't get in trouble, he says.

You have school?

First year at Texas Tech.

Is your work exciting?

It has its moments. What do you do?

I'm in pest control.

I just came from Silk's house.

She's gone.

The assault upon your heritage continues.

Yes.

But we must exercise patience.

If we wait too long, it may be too late.

The time has come where we cannot continue to allow a criminal like Gish

paint the Kempe in the image of himself.

You tread heavily.

Your intention is good.

But your methods are not our way.

That is true.

We cannot defeat our enemy if we ourselves are destroyed.

We must give Gish a taste of his own medicine.

Violence is a bitter pill to swallow.

Oh, hi.

Fancy meeting you. Oh, hi, Holly.

Well, I didn't know you were into Oriental art.

It's sort of a sideline.

Do you want to go to the museum?

They're featuring the complete works of Yamaguchi, including the four sacred

scrolls of the Temple of Immortality. Here.

What time is the exhibit?

We have just enough time to make it. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr.

Hancock Gish.

Legend has it that the great sun god wanted man to revere the four seasons.

He promised immortality as a prize for the best expression of man's reverence

for the spirits of summer, winter, fall, and spring.

Hideyoshi Yamaguchi, a warrior monk, took up the challenge.

and painted a scroll for each season, the Hokei Zekuri, or the sacred

scrolls of the Temple of Immortality.

Fortunately, in 1981, the Tokahachi Gallery of Treasures came upon the

then guarded by a fanatic sect of monks called Kempei.

Presented by an order of the emperor for the release of the scrolls, The Kempe

could do nothing but turn them over.

The rest, of course, is history.

Beautiful, isn't it?

The sound of bullshit in a museum.

Bullshit in the air.

Bullshit on the walls.

I beg your pardon.

You heard me.

You.

Are bullshit.

Those are not the authentic. Go ahead.

Have me thrown out.

But you know.

And I know.

That those pieces of paper up there.

Are only copies of the authentic scrolls. Which he has stolen for

Go ahead. Show them the fake watermark.

Those are fake watermarks. On those scrolls. Because no one.

And I mean no one.

can copy those characters put there by Yamaguchi as a security seal.

You are a fake. If bullshit was art, you'd be priceless.

Please excuse this unseemly outburst.

Excuse me. Hey, you troublemaker.

You addressing me?

Yeah, I want to talk to you.

About what?

The fake scrolls. Well...

One out of six, do you believe me? That's not a bad average.

I have a reason to believe you. I have one of the genuine scrolls.

You what?

I have one of the scrolls.

Oh, another copy, I bet.

I don't think it's a copy, but I'm not an expert. Maybe you could tell.

What's the catch?

Okay, I want you to do something for me.

I knew there was a catch.

I want you to arrange a meeting with a Japanese art collector called Kashi.

Who's he?

My friend Chris Meadows asked me to give him the scroll.

When can I see the scroll?

As soon as you get me in touch with Kashi.

I'm at the Kailua Kona Hotel, room 105.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

Jenny, where'd you go? I checked the ladies' room. I checked the lobby.

I needed some fresh air.

Oh.

Tail that Range Rover.

Sure.

Great.

Just like in the movie. Are you a cop lady?

Yeah.

You get that damn scroll back.

I've got the boys looking out for her.

That bitch is here in Kona.

She won't get away this time. You get that scroll back immediately, Trent.

But that's the end for you.

Yes, sir.

Are the remaining three pieces safely in the warehouse?

Yes, sir.

Wait for me.

Hey, if you're not out in five minutes, I'll come in and get you, right?

I guess not.

Well, it looks like everything's here.

Can you sign here?

Sure.

Okay, thank you.

Locked up with you.

What's up? I'm sick.

Todd!

What the hell is going on? I'm a cop from Honolulu. I've got it, damn it!

Come on, let's get out of here.

This is fun!

God damn it!

We're making Dirty Harry look like shit, aren't we, lady?

When did you last see her?

You'll see it now.

Get in. I'm being chased.

Chased?

Come on, get in.

Who did you say those guys are?

Gish's hired killers.

One of them took out my partner.

You're a cop. I knew it.

If you think you're going to get a refund from not joining this excursion,

got another thing.

as my buddy gets his tire changed.

Yeah?

So, you have the Hokke Sukkuri?

Yes, I have one of them.

My monastic order cares for the Hokke Sukkuri.

I know them like the palm of my hand.

But the scrolls in the Gish Museum?

Are fakes. Good fakes, but not good enough. The watermarks are totally

If you have, what do you say you have?

What do you intend to do with it?

Depends. What does the name Chris Meadows mean to you?

A very dear friend.

Ten years ago, I had the privilege of doing him a favor.

You saved his life.

He just gave up his for you.

Chris died trying to recover the scrolls for you.

I will finish what he set out to do. No.

You are against men who are cold -blooded killers. Stay away.

Gosh.

This man is a criminal.

You're not going to recover the scrolls by waiting for the wind to blow them

your way.

We have to fight fire with fire.

I made Chris a promise to return the scrolls to you.

I won't let him down.

Translated, this spells Kempe.

What does that mean, Mr. Dish?

First, let me say that these were once beautiful and...

May I add, irreplaceable.

12th century scrolls that were completely destroyed.

Now, luckily, if I can use such a word under these circumstances, they were

insured. And now to answer your question, Kempe is an ancient

policing force formed to keep the Japanese race pure.

Apparently, these fanatics have found their way to our island and plan to use

their terroristic tactics against me.

So what do you plan to do now, Mr. Gish?

Nothing beyond stronger security.

I will not be intimidated.

It's ironic that these Kempe who are so worried about others destroying their

culture rush to destroy their very same culture themselves.

You know something?

You and I make a pretty good team.

You ever think about becoming a cop?

No, I don't think so. I don't think Kashi would approve.

How did you get involved with him?

I met Kashi while studying Buddhism in Japan.

I've been kind of devoted to him ever since.

How about you?

How did you get to be a cop?

Ten years ago, my parents came to Hawaii to escape the growing crime rate in L

.A.

The drugstore was getting robbed all the time.

They thought it would be peaceful here.

Shortly after we moved here, two men came into their store and

shot and killed him.

And Chris, you know,

He was more than my partner.

He was my best friend.

He's gone, too.

All right.

Hello? Hi, Cindy there?

Holly? Yeah.

Hi. Hi, I got your message in the key. What's going on?

Look, in my suitcase, there's a brass tube. I need you to bring it to 939

Lanai Drive.

Got it.

Thanks.

Let's get out of here.

Don't mind.

Goodbye.

Good work, Trent.

It was just a matter of time, sir.

Now to cover our tracks.

No one must know that we've got the scrolls.

No one must even suspect us.

It must be Hashi who is to blame.

You sure about this number?

Yes, sir.

Hello.

I should like to speak to Mr.

Kashi Hashimura.

Yes.

Is this Mr. Hashimura?

Yes, it is.

This is Hancock Gish.

I have reason to believe there's something we'd both like to have.

The four sacred scrolls of the Temple of Immortality.

What do you want?

Merely to share their magnificence with someone who can appreciate them.

Is this some sort of bad joke?

Not at all.

I think I have the original scrolls.

The very same scrolls that you want so much to return to Fujiyama.

So, you call just to gloat?

On the contrary.

I call you in utter humility.

I'm seeking your expert opinion to ascertain whether or not these pieces

actually genuine.

I have the honor of your company at my private museum this evening.

That's where the scrolls are kept.

I would like to see the Hockey Secret.

Then I can expect you.

I will be there.

Splendid.

They tried to take me with them, but I got away. They put some spike thing to

neck. Kish's, ma 'am. Well, where's Skrull? They took that metal tube you

me to bring here.

Oh, shit.

Anybody follow you here? No. Good.

I'm all right if anybody cares.

What do we do now?

We move.

Right now, in the middle of the night?

When they least expect us.

Yeah, but I haven't even tied my shoes.

Well,

yes, but nobody else knows that.

And you're not going to tell anyone.

Because you're going to become the victim of a Kempe terrorist attack.

See, under the vicious control of that zealot Kashi,

the Kempe will lose all semblance of sanity.

and decide to destroy all of my co -opted works of Japanese art.

Something's wrong. Kashi's car is here.

I better go in first.

Call the police.

Give me a hand with this here, Joe.

Slow now, slow, slow. Don't go so fast. It's heavy.

Bloody stairs, man.

Come on, wait, wait.

I'd like to see Mr.

Gish. Up!

guy sneaking around downstairs?

Well, well, a foul -mouthed buffoon, I guess.

Is there something we can do for you?

I'm here to see Mr. Hashimoto.

Why? Is there a problem?

I'm looking for an explanation.

Well, perhaps I ought to explain a few things to you.

The interesting thing about art is that it's worth more dead than alive.

A priceless work of art.

What can you do with it?

You look at it.

But a priceless Ming vase insured for five million dollars.

That's worth something.

Destroy the fakes, collect the insurance, and sell the originals on the

market. I assume that's your plan for the scrolls.

Oh, yeah.

Our precious scrolls.

Naturally, I had a business arrangement about those.

$100 million in insurance.

$94 million on the black market.

Not bad for an evening's work, eh?

The explosives are all in place, sir.

Good.

Set the timer to go in five minutes.

Yes, sir.

I guess this is sayonara.

Holly, stay here!

the case and get out of here as soon as possible. The building is going...

IN THE WORLD!

Thank you.

Thank you.