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(dramatic percussion music) (crowd cheering and chanting)

(speaking in foreign language)

(car rumbles)

(guns firing)

(fire roaring)

(water spraying)

(engines roaring)

- Hmm.

(chattering)

See that I'm not disturbed.

- As you wish, sir.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door closes)

- [Woman] General.

(laughs) I thought you weren't coming.

- Do you miss me?

- Of course. - You were hiding.

- [Woman] (giggles) Oh, never.

- I'll give you the best.

- Whoops, mind the champagne. (laughs)

- Come on, let's go.

That's my girl.

Here now.

- Oh! - Uh!

(both laugh)

Relax.

(yelps) Here you are.

(bottle shatters)

(both laugh)

Drink.

(ominous music)

(both laughing)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

(gun fires)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(gun fires)

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(airplane whirring)

(tires screech)

(chattering on intercom)

- That is the man called Shatter.

♪ Shatter ♪ (upbeat funk music)

♪ Shatter, Shatter ♪

♪ Shatter, Shatter ♪

♪ Shatter, Shatter, Shatter, Shatter, Shatter ♪

♪ Shatter, Shatter, Shatter ♪

- There's our man, get moving.

(jackhammer pounding)

(gun fires) (windshield cracks)

(engine revving)

(jackhammer pounding)

♪ Shatter, Shatter, Shatter ♪

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Quiet room.

I don't like being disturbed.

(elevator dings)

(speaking in foreign language)

(luggage whacks body) (man groans)

(key clinks)

Oh, I'm sorry.

Here's your key.

(speaking in foreign language)

Sorry, yeah, I'm sorry.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(door closes)

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

- Hey, did my American friend go up yet, huh?

- Yes.

- What room did he take?

- 302.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(rotary dial clattering)

(phone rings)

- Leber here. - I'm in Hong Kong

at the Good World.

Your American friend has checked in to room 302.

(suspenseful music)

- [Hans] Well you know what to do.

Keep me informed. - I know.

(speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(tape tears)

(chattering)

(dramatic music)

(typewriter clattering)

- Excuse me, miss.

I wanna see a Mr. Hans Leber.

- Just one moment.

- [Shatter] Tell him it's Shatter.

I wanna see him now.

- [Secretary] There's a Mr. Shatter to see you, sir.

- [Hans] Oh, yes, I'll see him right away.

- Nice meeting you, Mr. Leber.

- What is it you want, Mr. Shatter?

- Oh, you know why I'm here.

- I don't know that I do,

but I'm listening.

- Well I just finished a job.

A very unpleasant one in Palawaya.

You know all about it.

The sum agreed upon was for 100,000 American dollars,

payable in Hong Kong at this address,

by you, in cash.

- I fear, Mr. Shatter, you have acquired also

a touch of the sun while in Africa.

- Now you listen to me!

As soon as I stepped off that plane,

somebody put the finger on me.

Now maybe it's because somebody in Badawi,

didn't wanna pick up the tab.

But I'm a professional!

I get paid for my work, always!

- Now you listen to me, Shatter.

You really expect me to hand over

such a large amount of money to you just like that?

Involve myself and this bank?

- I haven't got time to argue the finer details.

Now pay up, Leber, and I'll get out of your hair.

- Proof, Mr. Shatter.

I require proof.

Now I'm a banker.

I represent some important, some official agencies

beyond the frontiers of Badawi, that is quite true,

and they are very powerful agencies, Mr. Shatter.

Now you say you have performed a service to them.

I would have to have full proof

that it was you who performed such a service.

You will appreciate my position, I'm quite sure.

- Mm-hmm.

As you can see, both the camera and the gun

were in good working order.

Well?

(dramatic music)

- I think you should leave, Mr. Shatter.

Right now.

I think you should also go back to the lunatic asylum

you escaped from.

- Oh, no. - Oh, get out.

You're crazy.

Now I only have to press this button

and this whole office crawls with our security officers.

I show them those pictures here,

and you get arrested for murder.

A head of state assassination.

You get put up against a post

and shot, Mr. Shatter.

- The money, Leber!

- I don't know anything about any money.

I don't know anything about any job.

Get out.

- You're gonna pay me, Leber.

Maybe not now, maybe not here,

but you're gonna pay me!

And it's gonna be a hell of lot more

than a lousy $100,000.

(dramatic music)

I wanna see Mr. Yip.

- [Mr. Yip] What about something in a hopsack?

- I want something in chrome steel.

Bullets bounce off it.

- It's nice to know you still have

a sense of humor, Shatter.

- It's rapidly turning sour, Mr. Yip.

You might tell the agency that

the next time you talk to Washington.

- They already know that.

- Now look, I've been handed some very dirty jobs,

but that last one in Africa,

that was the nastiest.

Now you assigned me the contract and I expect.

No, what does that mean?

- We did not assign you anything.

It was not from us.

- Now you better stop giving me that shit!

My instructions came through the usual channels

in the usual code.

- I do not care where it came from.

It did not come from us.

- You gotta be putting me on.

- They are very upset in Washington

about the whole situation.

President M'Goya's death is a great embarrassment.

- It's no secret that they wanted him out.

- But not that way.

- Who gave me the contract?

- I do not know. - You better start

sorting things out!

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

What do mean, nothing?

- Nothing at all.

Shatter, that is from top.

You're finished!

You are bad news.

It is like you're dead.

They do not want you anymore.

Do not even know you anymore.

You are like the plague.

(sirens wailing)

Remember Shatter, you are on your own.

Completely on your own.

- Thank you.

(soft music)

(tires screech)

(dramatic music)

You sons of bitches!

What the hell is going on?

(gun whacks face) (groans)

(foot whacks face) (grunting)

(fist whacks back) (grunting)

(Shatter groans)

(foot thuds against stomach)

(Shatter groans)

(sighs)

- It must have been something you said.

- Police?

- My name's Rattwood.

Security Division, actually.

- Same thing.

- I suppose so, technically speaking.

It doesn't really matter.

Shatter,

you're marked, Shatter.

You're wearing a neon sign.

A great embarrassment to a lot of people.

- Am I?

- The last plane out of Kai Tak Airport tonight,

leaves for Manila at 8:28.

Be on it.

Or any flight before.

But don't be here in the morning,

or we'll have you floating face downwards in the harbor.

I promise.

Oh, no, you shouldn't bother to get up, if I were you.

They'll only knock you down again.

(groans)

(foot whacks face) (dramatic music)

(groans)

(lid clanks)

(groans)

- [Tai Pah] Easy.

(bright music)

(groaning)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(groans)

- Have you been fighting, Johnny?

- Hmm, it's all been one-sided.

- Girl trouble?

- No, not this time.

Where am I?

- Golden Press and Bar and Massage Parlor.

Special private room.

$20 for an hour.

Girl extra.

You want a massage?

- Nah.

- You wanna drink?

- That is a better idea.

White rum, Bacardi.

Big one, plenty of ice.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You're going to get drunk, Johnny?

Like all the rest?

- My name's not Johnny.

- Everyone who comes in here is called Johnny.

What do you prefer?

Darling, sweetheart,

honey?

- If I wanted some sweet talk and a massage,

I'd pay for it and come through the front door,

now wouldn't I?

(sighs)

(groans)

- My name is Mai-Mee.

(gentle music)

- I'm sorry, Mai-Mee.

I think maybe I do need that massage.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(bright music)

- A little better?

- A lot better.

- You are in Hong Kong on business?

- Yes.

- Staying long?

- No.

On the other hand, it might be for the rest of my life.

All eight or nine hours of it.

- I don't understand.

You are leaving me now?

- Yes.

- You will see me again before you leave Hong Kong?

- Sure, I'll try.

(customers chattering)

- Not here.

- Okay.

- What shall I call you?

- Johnny.

- No.

- Try Shatter.

- That's not a name.

- Yeah, more like a way of life.

(bright music)

(cartridge clacks)

(both laugh)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(rocket clicks)

(lock clicks)

(speaking in foreign language)

(pump clacks)

(laughs)

(dramatic music)

- Huh. (gun fires)

(glass cracks) (rocket explodes)

(man screams)

(speaking in foreign language)

(chattering in foreign language)

(sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(aquarium shatters)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(chickens clucking)

(foot whacks face) (man groans)

(speaking in foreign language)

(fist whacks face)

(soft lounge music)

(customers chattering)

Thanks.

I owe you for more than the price of the drink.

(ice clinks)

That girl, Mai-Mee, is she around?

- No, not at the moment.

- I'm looking for something.

If I can find it, it will be worth $100 to me.

- What is it?

- It's a place where I can stretch out.

Get some sleep.

A safe place.

(speaking in foreign language)

(horn blares)

(boat rumbles)

(people chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

(lock clacks)

- A place, Mr. Shatter.

A safe one.

- [Shatter] Who does it belong to?

- Me, it is part of my school.

- What school?

- Please excuse me.

I have an appointment.

- Hey, just a second. - I'll see you later,

Mr. Shatter.

(footsteps tapping)

(dramatic music)

- Jesus.

I didn't know there was anybody else here.

(gentle music)

- I'm sorry if I frightened you

- You live here?

- Sometimes.

- With him?

- His name is Tai Pah.

Would you like something to drink?

- He said that I could stay here for a few days.

I hope you don't mind

- No, I don't mind.

He asked me to look after you.

Why are you here?

- Well the place I was staying at got a little too hot.

- (chuckles) That can happen anywhere.

- Hmm, to you.

- Why me?

- Well, right now, you're the only friend I've got.

- I'm very happy to be your friend.

You have troubles?

- Well, doesn't everybody?

- If I'm you're friend, I would like to help.

It's what friends are for.

It must be bad trouble.

You fear for your life?

- Now how could you know that?

- Come with me. - Where?

- I think you need more than just a good friend.

(mystical music)

(hands clap)

(speaking in foreign language)

(all grunting) (dramatic percussion music)

I want to show you kung fu.

(grunting)

Tai Pah, he's the master.

(all grunting) (dramatic percussion music)

(all exhaling) (mystical music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(arms whacking) (both grunting)

(arms whacking) (all grunting)

(all scream)

(arms whacking) (foot thudding)

(dramatic percussion music)

(chattering in foreign language)

- [Shatter] Very good.

- [Tai Pah] Mr. Shatter, I would like to invite you

to a kung fu demonstration tonight.

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

It is now our great pleasure

to present for the first time in Hong Kong,

an invitation free-fighting contest.

First, Li Wi Luni of Seoul, (dramatic percussion music)

Taekwondo champion of Korea!

(audience applauds)

Karate champion from Japan,

Pekoshi of Yokohama.

(audience applauds) (dramatic percussion music)

Kim Yu Ki from Bangkok,

boxing champion of Thailand.

(audience applauds)

(dramatic percussion music)

And now the challenger.

Tai Pah of Hong Kong.

(audience applauds) Our own kung fu champion.

(dramatic percussion music)

The organizers and contestants have agreed

that the exhibition remain within the mat area.

Contestants having both feet off the mat

will automatically be disqualified.

The referee, Mr. Han Song Lee!

(audience applauds)

(whistle blows)

(audience chattering)

(whistle blows)

(grunts) (foot thuds against body)

(both grunting) (arms whacking)

(audience chattering)

(grunts)

(hand whacks body) (shrieks)

(body thuds on floor)

(all grunting) (fists and legs whacking)

(arm whacks back)

(grunts)

(screams)

(both grunting) (hands whacking)

(both grunting) (hands whacking)

(audience applauds)

(speaking in foreign language)

(grunts) (foot thuds against arm)

(speaking in foreign language)

(audience chattering)

(foot thuds against arm) (both grunting)

(foot whacks arm)

(both grunting) (arms and legs whacking)

(both grunting) (arms and legs whacking)

(both grunting) (arms and legs whacking)

(both grunting) (arms whacking)

(arm whacking) (grunting)

(audience applauds)

(speaking in foreign language)

(both grunting) (arms and legs whacking)

(arm whacks face) (groans)

(foot thuds against arm) (both grunting)

(both grunting)

(screams)

(elbow thuds against chest)

(foot whacks face)

(fist whacks face)

(grunting)

(foot whacks face)

(table clanks)

(audience cheers)

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Shatter.

Please come with us, Mr. Leber is waiting.

(dramatic music)

(man groans)

(foot whacks face) (all grunting)

(speaking in foreign language)

(foot whacks face) (all grunting)

(fist whacks face)

(foot whacks face)

(fist thuds against stomach)

(foot whacks body)

(grunts)

(fist whacks face)

(fist thuds against back)

(first thuds against stomach)

(all grunting) (fists whacking)

(cymbals crash)

(men grunting) (fists whacking)

(applauds)

- Okay, let's go.

(crowd applauds)

(customers chattering)

(dishes clack)

You're a strange one.

You can put on an exhibition like you did tonight,

then you work in a Wan Chai bar.

I don't get it.

- Tai Pah is not paid for being a master of kung fu.

- Yeah, but he could.

- How much, Mr. Shatter?

- A hell of lot more than you would know.

- And you have the money?

- Well not yet.

But I've got something that somebody wants real badly,

and they're gonna pay dearly for it.

- What is it?

- It's a list of names and addresses.

- Is that all?

- There was one address that seems to be

more important than the others.

The Isabel Casino in Macau.

Do you know it?

- But how can this be so important?

- I don't know yet.

I just know that it is.

- And what do you want me to do?

- I want you to help keep me alive until I collect it.

And for it, I'll cut you in for half.

- That sounds generous.

- It's worth it to me.

- You have a partner, Mr. Shatter.

- Okay.

- Mm, the snake here is excellent.

You should try some.

- Yeah, yeah, I bet it is.

(ominous music) (clock ticking)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

- And you'd get arrested for murder.

(gun firing)

I don't know anything about any money.

Get out.

- You have the money?

- Completely on your own.

- They'll find you floating faced downwards in the harbor.

- [Mr. Yip] You are like the plague.

You are bad news.

You're finished.

(rocket explodes)

(screams)

(gasps)

(sighs)

- I'm sorry, honey.

I must have been having a bad dream.

- Nightmare?

- No, just the past coming back.

- It must be bad.

- Yeah, you could say that.

- Then why?

- I've asked myself that question so many times.

- What is the answer?

(gentle music)

- I didn't get one.

- I want one.

- Well let's just say that

there's something that I've been trained for.

To be an exterminator.

- I want you to stop.

- The only way I can stop

is to be stopped like I've stopped so many others.

- I love you so much.

(gentle music)

- [Shatter] Okay, don't be late.

- Do you speak to him?

- I did.

I've got an appointment with him.

I got one more rat to flush out.

(moans)

- I borrow a car.

- Good.

- Are you good with this?

- Yes.

- I find them obscene.

Indelicate things.

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

We are being followed. - Good.

They're on to me sooner than I expected.

Now take them some place secluded.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(cars bang)

(suspenseful music)

Let 'em pass now.

(tires screech)

(speaking in foreign language)

- The trouble with you, Shatter,

is that you don't take advice, do you?

It seems the delights of Hong Kong

have proved irresistible.

Tell the girl and your driver to go away.

Take the car with them.

(hand whacks face)

(door thuds) (man groans)

(dramatic music)

(fist whacks face) (all grunting)

(foot whacks face) (all grunting)

(fist thuds against chest) (screams)

- He's something else again, isn't he, Rattwood?

His name is Tai Pah.

He thinks that guns are obscene and indelicate things.

(grunting)

(fist whacks face)

(fist thuds against chest) (man groans)

(screams)

(fist whacks face) (grunts)

(arms and legs whacking) (all grunting)

(foot whacks arm)

(elbow thuds) (groans)

(fist whacks body) (grunting)

(arm and elbow whack against body)

(both grunting) (fist whacking against body)

(grunting)

(foot thuds against body)

(bone snaps) (groans)

(fist whacks body)

(coughs)

(body thuds on ground)

Call off your bully boys,

or someone's liable to really get hurt.

- Get back into the car.

Stay there.

Well now, Shatter, what is it that you want?

- Answers.

- There's no need to do that.

You assassinated General Ansabi M'Goya.

It was no political gambit to rid the country

of a decadent tyrant.

The people who contracted you to the kill

were not political opponents.

The British government or the CIA are in no way involved.

If they really wanted M'Goya dead,

they would have staged a simple accident.

Your little operation had all the subtlety

of a three ring circus.

- Who did contract me?

- Don't you know?

- As you say, M'Goya was a tyrant

A lousy dictator.

And everyone he pressed must have wanted his death.

- (chuckles) Oh, what a charming little innocent you are.

The gallant mercenary selling his sword

or his guns on a splendid cause.

The dowry was run not by M'Goya,

but by a crime syndicate.

A massive one with threads leading back to the mafia

and the criminal elite of half a dozen countries.

Hans Leber, the man you were supposed

to get your money from,

is their international banker.

They supplied M'Goya with arms

to keep his shaky little regime in power.

Now he paid for those arms with opium.

Harvested from secret crops

- Opium? - growing in the

southern regions of Sudan.

Does that shock you?

Oh, surely not.

It doesn't shock me.

But opium is part of my business.

Security and Narcotics Division.

That's how I came to be involved.

I have put tabs on Leber for a long time.

- Here or Macau?

- Uh-huh, so the rumor was right.

You did pinch those papers.

They'll be the death of you, Shatter.

Believe me.

They list the locations of all

the secret European laboratories.

The laboratories that turn the raw opium

into high-grade cocaine.

Marseilles, Madrid, Antwerp, Munich,

Birmingham, Milan, Palermo, a host of other places.

From them, the mac goes all over the world.

And is financed from here or Macau.

Unfortunately, Macau is not my jurisdiction.

Even the Portuguese are only in token control.

- Get back to M'Goya.

- Well M'Goya got delusions of grandeur.

He decided he could rule his country

without the aid of his Hong Kong connection,

and found he could get all the guns he needed

from Red China and the cost was minimal.

- So that's when the flow of raw opium

to the European laboratories stopped?

- Abruptly.

- Then M'Goya had to die.

- Oh, dramatically.

- And a new man would have to take his place,

financed by the syndicate.

- You see, sometimes you can use your brains.

If he wins, you might stand a remote chance.

- That's not enough.

- The lead story in this morning's newspapers

reports of the ex-dictator's regime,

despite M'Goya's death,

is still holding the balance of power in Badawi.

It is now being led by Ansabi M'Goya's brother,

Colonel Dabula.

Now he has promised an early capture of the assassin,

who will report to trial in Palawaya.

(laughs) Now don't you find that interesting?

Uh, what it is to be needed.

And wanted, aye?

Regrettably, he wants to prove

that you are an agent of the western powers.

The article even hints at your hiding out in Hong Kong,

and goes on to say that Dabula's people

are hard on your heels.

That is the embarrassment

- What if they found me dead?

My body floating in the harbor?

The embarrassment would end.

- Immediately.

So everyone's on your back.

Me, Leber, the syndicate,

and dear old Colonel Dabula.

I expect he's very angry with you.

The Africans aren't too keen about people

who go around shooting their brothers.

- Rattwood, about the papers.

- [Paul] Hmm?

- What would they be worth to you?

- Your life, perhaps.

We'd give you protection.

But you'd have to stay in Hong Kong

for the rest of your days.

It can get rather claustrophobic.

- I'm talking about money.

- Oh, dear, you do drive a hard bargain,

don't you old boy?

- How much?

- Well, I suppose a grateful British government

might be able to scrape up 10,000 pounds sterling

for services rendered.

Oh, and for that, we'll need Leber too.

Preferably dead.

- 10,000 pounds.

That's less than $25,000.

- Money's a bit tight these days, you know.

Still for that amount, you could buy yourself

a little business in Hong Kong.

Maybe a back street bar in Wan Chai.

Oh, you will survive, just think about it.

- [Shatter] Rattwood.

You're a bastard.

- Yes, aren't I?

And you're a mad dog killer, my friend.

I advise you to get back to your lair and contemplate.

Oh, and keep those papers safe, aye?

Your life depends on them.

(engine whirs)

- "Street fighting in Palawaya continues.

"Although it is said that the rebel forces

"of Dr. Peter Mobeli are--

- What's that name again?

- Dr. Peter Mobeli.

- That's him.

That's the syndicate man that I'm backing to win.

- "That the rebel forces of Dr. Peter Mobeli

"are being contained by the lawless government troops

"of Colonel Dabula,

"younger brother of the recently assassinated president."

(crowds screaming)

(car explodes)

(guns firing)

(gate clanks)

(dramatic percussion music)

(gate clanks)

- Peter Mobeli, you have been found guilty

of high treason and will sentenced to death

without further appeal.

(gasping)

(gun fires)

(group chattering)

- Shatter!

Who?

- Rattwood or Leber.

Either one of 'em.

- Everyone wants something for nothing.

- Half a million dollars will make it right.

- Will it?

- And I know the man that'll pay it.

(dramatic music)

(train rumbling)

(passengers chattering)

(bell rings)

(train rumbles)

Well, it looks like you're scraping

the bottom of the barrel.

- And what is it you want this time?

- A million dollars.

Mixed denominations.

Used bills.

- For what?

- For the information that was in that briefcase.

- One million dollars, that's a great deal of money.

I see the price has gone up.

- $100,000 from M'Goya

That was the deal.

The balance for damages.

It's peanuts to the syndicate.

- All right.

All right, I'll have the money paid into a Swiss bank.

- No you won't.

You'll deliver it personally

and I'll tell you where and when.

Don't worry, Leber.

No harm will come to ya.

Nobody crosses the syndicate.

- Not even you, Mr. Shatter.

- Not even me.

- All right. (bell rings)

(ominous music)

(train rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

Well, here we are, Mr. Shatter.

- You took your time getting here, didn't ya?

- And what do you have in mind now?

- We take a little walk.

Then we make the exchange.

- All right, let's go.

(fan whirring)

(customers chattering)

- [Shatter] This way.

(customers chattering)

(gun pump clacks)

- [Mai-Mee] Shatter!

(gun fires) (screams)

(dramatic music) (Mai-Mee groaning)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(foot whacks face)

(fist whacks face)

(fist whacking against faces) (grunting)

(foot whacks face)

(fist whacks face)

(gun fires)

(blood spurts)

(fist whacks back) (screams)

(Tai Pah screams)

(somber music)

- You must have looked on death many times before.

- She had no part of this filthy business.

- This filthy business started in East Africa.

Didn't you fire the first shot?

- It's not over yet.

- It's Macau now, isn't it?

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(flag flapping)

Taxi!

- Isabel Casino.

Exactly 30 minutes. - Okay.

- Excuse me, sir.

Are you a member?

- No, I'm not.

I've been thinking about it.

- May I ask your name and the name of your sponsor, please?

- My name is Shatter.

I think you'll find that Hans Leber will vouch for me.

- Excuse me.

Shatter is here now, sir.

Mr. Leber was not expecting you,

but he will receive you now.

This way, please.

(door buzzes)

- You must be quite mad coming here.

- Why?

You owe me a million bucks.

I've come to collect.

- You're not gonna be executed here and now, Mr. Shatter.

We are going to have you shipped back to, uh,

I think we'll finish later, thank you very much,

Palawaya.

- Well just for the record,

it's not one of my favorite holiday resorts

for many reasons, Mr. Leber,

and one of them being the watermelon.

It gives you the running shits.

(phone clacks)

Oh, that's cute.

Real cute.

And I presume that's Colonel Dabula, the new president.

- Mm-hmm.

- It all fits very nicely, doesn't it?

Deal with Colonel Dabula M'Goya.

The savior of his people is a syndicate man.

That makes you the one that hired me

to put the hit on your own brother.

Oh, it fits.

It all fits very nicely.

So now all he's got to do is to step in

and take over the country.

Keep the opium safe, the guns keep coming in.

(fist thuds against stomach) (grunts)

- The Colonel Dabula

will be taking you back to Palawaya, Mr. Shatter.

There you will stand trial

for the assassination of General Ansabi M'Goya,

late president of the Republic of Badawi.

And you will also go back willingly.

Afterwards, you'll be publicly executed.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Now that I know how all the pieces fit together,

you think I'm gonna keep my big mouth shut?

(snaps fingers)

- Oh, yes, I think you will, Mr. Shatter.

You will tell the world nothing.

Because you see you're going to stand

before your prosecutors at the trial mute.

We're going to cut your vocal cords.

The Sicilian mafiosa are past masters of this art,

you know, Mr. Shatter?

But if you're here, you'll have to

put up with us amateurs.

You understand, Colonel Dabula needs to show his fire.

He needs to involve the British government.

He needs to show that it was they who contracted you

and not him.

I'm sure you follow me.

(suspenseful music)

(foot whacks hand)

(foot whacks head)

(fist whacks head)

(screams) (foot thuds against head)

(tray clacks)

(fist whacking against head) (all grunting)

(foot whacks head)

(fist thudding against chest)

(fist whacking against body) (all grunting)

(screams) (foot thuds against chest)

(arm thuds against chest) (man groans)

(foot whacks face)

(chair splinters)

(all grunting) (arms whacking)

(door shatters)

(grunting)

(fist thuds against chest) (grunting)

(dramatic music)

(all grunting)

(all grunting) (arms whacking)

(foot whacking against head) (grunting)

(gun fires) (groans)

(gun fires)

- All right, don't shoot!

- Back!

(all grunt) (fists whacking)

(foot thuds against head)

(fist thuds against back) (groans)

(gun fires)

(fist thuds against chest)

(fist whacks face)

(fist thuds against chest and face)

(gasps)

(gun firing) (screaming

(window shatters)

(men scream)

(glass shatters)

(dramatic music)

That evens the score a little.

- Mm.

(boat rumbling) (water splashing)

(horn blaring)

(passengers chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

- That's right.

Never trust anyone, especially in Hong Kong.

It'll help you buy that bar in Wan Chai.

There'll be a heavy mortgage.

Perhaps it's just as well you're here for life.

Give you time to pay it off.

If you live that long.

Once in a while, you might even find yourself smiling.

(bright music)

♪ Shatter ♪

(upbeat funk music)

♪ Shatter ♪