All language subtitles for An Eye for an Eye .1981._en

Goddamn, Dave!

Shit!

Thing smells like a horse turd.

If I started smoking something that
smells good, we'd both get arrested.

- It's past eleven.
- Montoya's not going anywhere.

- It's his party.
- Linda's got a piece on the news tonight.

I hope they have a TV in there.

You know what she's doing?

Interviewing some people about the
sexual habits of the american male.

I want to see what she asks.

- Do you think you'll learn anything? Huh?
- Funny. It's very good.

- There he is.
- Alright.

Why don't I trust that guy?

Why?

Because you've
been on the force for 7 years

and it's turned
you into a cynic.

C'mon, let's go.

Turned me into something.

- Here goes.
- Alright.

Hey, watch the puddle.

I was watching the puddle and I
just stepped into some dog shit.

No ones going to know the difference.

Yeah, great. Terrific.

Ah! It's my lucky night.
They got a TV.

Hi. How ya doing?

Are you saying your business has
suffered because of the economy?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Don't mind if just turn it up a little bit?

I would say that is representative
of the economy as a whole.

In this time of international instability.

and social struggle.

It's a little down.

I see.

You're saying places like Eros Eden
are vital to a healthy society?

Absolutely.

We're not just a massage parlor,
or something.

We provide what's most
important in the world today.

Companionship.
Everybody needs somebody, right?

Our business is supplying that somebody.

And, I might add, at a very reasonable
and not too exorbitant price.

Now, take these girls here.

They're not just trained
physical therapists.

No, no, by no means.

- Well?
- Not here.

I mean they're specialists
in relating to people.

Everyone is equal in our eyes.

Our main concern is that they don't...

Let's go.

don't allow a conduct to settle.
To keep the standard of conduct.

I see you have an undress code.

This is Linda Chan, Channel 6 News,
reporting live from North Beach.

Would you explain yourself?

Dave, I don't like it. Something's wrong.

Would you just relax?

Okay?

You know what? He just wants to talk.

And there's no percentage, right?

Maybe. I just got a feeling...

"Got a feeling".

Who the hell knows we're here?
Nobody, right?

Where the hell is he?

There, there he is.

Dave, it's a setup!

Dave!

Help me!

Freeze!

Who sent you?

Who was in the car?

You're gonna talk.

Kane!

Kane!

What the hell happened here?

Kane, I'm talking to you.

Kane, you better have a
helluva lot of answers.

Are you listening to me?

Kane, are you listening?

Kane, you are a reckless man.

You always have been.

A police department can
not operate that way.

We were setup.

Oh, really?

You're undercover operation
was the best kept secret

this narcotics bureau has ever had.

So tell me something, my friend.
Where was the leak?

On this end. Someone here?

If you got charges to make,
you better make them.

I'd love to here them.

Unless, of course, you're
just making excuses

to cover up for your own incompetence.

Let me tell you what I think.

I think you and your partner,
Pierce, blew it.

I think you walked into a situation,
my maid knockers sniffed out

Your partner Pierce gets
incinerated

and you go berserk in front
of a street full of people

turning the whole stupid thing
into a headline story.

And blowing 14 goddamn months of work!

Wouldn't you say that's a
pretty fair assessment?

I mean...

What do I tell the Commissioner?

How do I defend a man like you?

I'll save you the trouble.

I can't tell you what to do.
Take the test.

Try it for yourself.

Talk to ya later.
Hey, what happened?

- Some other time, Mac.
- Hey, Sean!

Sean!

Hey, we're really
sorry about Dave.

Shit!

- Thank you for coming.
- Sure you're going to be okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.
You go ahead.

Okay.

James wasn't here.

My father never leaves
his hilltop now.

He mourns David in his own way.

Sean, I want to know about
the people who killed him.

I want to know about the
undercover operation. Everything.

I never really understood.

I'd only get bits and pieces from David.

Bits and pieces were all we had.

But he felt that you were
getting close to someone, something.

The night it happened, Dave and I
were to meet this guy Montoya.

He was supposed to lead us to the
man behind this heroin operation.

We thought it was the big break through.

But it was a trap
from start to finish.

Someone set us up.

Who?

I don't know yet, but
I'm going to find out.

Sean...

I have so much hate in me.

I have so much anger.

I want these people to
feel what I'm feeling.

They're not going to get away
with this, Sean. They're not.

I know what you mean.

Hey, Mort, make yourself useful.

For ports of entry here on the west
coast,

Bangkok and Hong Kong

became the new drug dispensaries.
So what's being done about it?

C'mon, Mort. Off.

And most certainly not enough.

understaffed and overworked,
narcotics agencies

have their backs to the wall.

And things are going to get a lot
worse before they get better.

Next time we'll take a look at
some of the shadowy figures

Behind the heroin traffic
here on the west coast.

Hello? Hey, I'm looking
at you right now.

I'm sorry, Sean. There's no time.

I'm at a BART station and there's
some people after me.

Listen, I've done it. I
got what I was after.

Sean, they're here.
I'll call you back.

Which station?

Linda!

Dollar empires.

This is Linda Chan, Channel 6 News.

Help me! Help me!

Let go of me!

Shit!

Sir, I can leave and you can get in there.

Listen, lady. If you want to park
here then you gotta wait for me.

Taxi!

Stop!

Taxi! Stop!

- Where to, honey?
- Just go please. Hurry!

- Some creep giving you a hard time?
- Please go! Hurry!

What in the hell was that?

Hello.

Linda, what's going on?
Where are you?

I'm home now. I just have to get a few
things and then I'm coming right over.

I got evidence, Sean.
I got real evidence.

What do you mean? What
kind of evidence?

Dave's murder, the people behind it.

It's a bigger operation
than I ever even imagined.

You got to call the police.
You need protection.

Sean, I can't. Who can
I even trust there?

Okay, go down to the pier.
I'll meet you in the boat.

It''ll be faster.

Linda?

Are you there?

Linda?

Linda?

Linda, what's going on?

Linda?

Linda, can you hear me?

Linda, what is it?

Is someone there?

Linda?

Linda, what's going on?

Linda!

- Hey, where do you think you're going?
- It's okay, Ed.

What happened, Mac?

Sean...

Why the hell should Stevens
object to us being here?

- Tom, next time check with me will ya.
- Yeah, you're right.

These homicide guys don't
like us in this early.

I thought what with the series
she had gone on Channel 6...

and the Dave Pierce thing, the
narcotics angle was pretty obvious.

The phone call she had, they were,
what about a half hour apart?

Yeah.

And she didn't say where she
was, except at a BART station.

What the evidence was?

Nothing.

Oh, boy!

They say she changed.

After the Pierce thing, she
got pretty obsessive about it.

Murder tends to do that to ya.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I understand that you are
going to seal off this apartment

and I'd like to get some of my things.

I'm Heather Sullivan. I live upstairs
and I'm a friend of Linda's.

Some of my clothes and things are here.

I'm a friend of Linda's and
some of my things are here.

Look, I know it's not
the right time, but...

Listen, Miss. I'm sorry.

I can't help you.
You see that man over there?

He can take care of you.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Police personnel only in this apartment.
Everybody else clear the area.

That means you, Kane.

Talk to you later.

I'll still have to get
a statement from you.

First Pierce, then is girlfriend.
What's your theory, Kane?

Or are you here as a friend of the family?

Shoulder seems to
healed up pretty good.

Remarkable.

Mac, let me know what you turn up, okay?

- Here, Miss Sullivan.
- Thanks.

- You're Sean Kane, aren't you?
- That's right.

Why Linda?

I don't understand.

Mr. Kane, can you talk to us? Can
you tell us what is going on?

- No comment.
- Surely you must be able to tell us...

This has been a very sad
day indeed for Channel 6.

Hey, wise ass!
This car is gone.

You want to bet?

Okay. You have it your own way.

Mr. Canfield.

I'm sorry. I have no statement to make.

What is the connection
between the series...?

No comment.

I can't discuss this matter.
Would you excuse me, please.

The body's that of a well developed
and well nurished asian female.

Age 26, weighs 110lbs.

Measuring 5 feet 6 inches.

Eyes show petechial hemorrage.

The neck shows bruises,
contusion and abrasions.

On dissection of the neck there
is hemorrhages of the soft tissue.

The vertebrae is fractured level C3 and C4.

The cervical spinal cord
is lacerated and contused.

Consistent with strangulation
and twisting of the neck.

Her neck's broken.

Two of the vertebrae on her neck
are completely snapped.

I'm telling you whoever did this
got a helluva lot of strength.

Any ideas, Mac?

We got a half dozen witnesses
saw here chased around...

the Market Street BART
station by some guy that...

they said looked like a
Sherman tank in a suit.

- He shouldn't be too hard to find.
- You'd think.

So far he's invisible.

- What a shame.
- It is a shame.

Pretty girl.

Shit! We got nothing.

No prints in the house.

Car was clean.

We found the car by the way.
It was on Market Street.

Apparently she got herself
blocked into a loading zone.

Took a cab home.

You know what I don't understand?

What in the hell did she stop and
call you for in the first place?

She was scared.

The people that were chasing
her were closing in.

Maybe she was trying to shake them.

I do not know. Maybe.

Then again, what about the
evidence she was talking about?

There's nothing in the apartment?

- I do not know.
- What do you mean?

I do not know. Stevens is handling the...

How'd he put it?
"the larger aspects of the case."

- He's put a lid on this you wouldn't believe.
- How the hell can he get away with that?

Don't ask me. I do not know.
I just work here.

Ask him.

Bobby, just make sure I
get a copy of that, okay?

Kane!

You got business here?

- Yeah.
- I wanted to talk to you.

I've been doing some
checking on the Chan family.

Your connection, yours and
Pierce's goes back a few years.

What's his name?

Mr. Chan. He's the man that got you involved
in the martial arts. Is that right?

That's right.

Tell me something. Why is it...

that when Linda Chan
thought she was in trouble

she called you instead of the police?

Why would she do that?

Is there someone on the
force she's afraid of?

You tell me.

James?

I thought you would come.

It's a difficult time.

I know.

I was thinking of Linda.

Her death was an execution,

so the police have informed me.

She was investigating
the drug peddlers.

It seems she bound her fate with David.

She had evidence she said.
I don't know what.

And you feel guilt.

There is no need.

We had talked, she and I.

She was like you...

headstrong, willful.

She had a great hunger for retribution.

It seems I too are in
need of some retribution.

I'm expecting a Captain Stevens.

I believe he's not
a friend of yours.

I'll wait here.

Freeze!

Get him.

What the hell's going on?

Triad.

Your intervention was well
meant, but premature.

I am still able to defend myself against...

men such as these.

They took care of their own.

There's a chinese outside
with a Triad mark.

- Hong Kong.
- Triad?

Some kind of cooperative thing.
Narcotics, probably.

- Yeah, it has to be.
- Perhaps this is what Linda uncovered.

Why would they come here?
I mean, after you?

- What do they think you know or have?
- It maybe that they simply followed you.

He won't talk. He'd die
before he broke his oath.

So they say.

Let Stevens hav him, if he ever shows up.

Sean,

I have not left this house in many months,

But now, we must go forward with this...

You and I.

Okay, James.

Okay, boy, come here.

I know.

We had visitors.

Good boy, Mort.

You scared 'em off didn't ya.
Whoever they were.

Good boy.

Help!

Sean Kane.

Here you pass, sir.
Please put it on your lapel.

Not that one.

- That one could put us off the air.
- Sorry.

No harm done.

By the way, thank you
for the use of your handkerchief.

I put all of Linda's
reports on one reel.

It'll come up on the center monitor.

What do you do here?

I'm a news editor.

Down here along these mean streets, a
scene of hopelessness, despair...

and tragedy.

The tragedy of lives ruined
before they've begun.

The pictures are all variations on a theme.

Teenage girls. Turning
themselves to prostitution.

Selling themselves for money
needed to maintain their habits.

Young addicts moving from petty crime,
to theft, assault, armed robbery

Move forward a little bit.

Police say it's a major factor.

Move it some more.

Destruction of the Turkish poppy crop,

the closing down of the Marseille
based French connection,

things were looking hopeful,
but hope quickly withered.

For ports of entry here on the
West Coast, Bangkok and Hong Kong

became the new drug dispensaries.

Controlled in large part by Chinese
secret societies, the Triads.

Heroin traffic has been flourishing

On freighters like these, and
this is just by way of...

Move it ahead some more.

...officials do what they can.

But the sheer weight of
numbers is against them.

So much heroin is being
smuggled into this country

drug enforcement people are...

Hold it.

- Can you roll it back?
- Sure.

Hold it forward just a little bit.

So much heroin is being
smuggled into this country

There.

Can you zoom in on that guy?

Montoya.

Do you know what pier that is?
Or what freighter?

- I can't make out the name.
- Not off hand.

- I can check the camera reports.
- I'd appreciate it.

Mr. Kane.

I have to get back to the office. Could
you come to see me before you leave?

- It's Mr. Canfield isn't it?
- Yes, that's right.

Just tell my secretary that
you're expected, would you?

It isn't just because she's
a reporter here, Mr. Kane.

I'm sure that you would agree
that the murder of a reporter

in the pursuit of an investigative
is every bit as serious as the murder

of a policeman in the line of duty.

- Are you sure you wont...?
- No, thank you.

Linda was very special to me.

Very special.

As I know she was to you.

When she first came to this station,
she became a project of mine.

She had so much energy, so much courage.

The murder of Dave Pierce was
a devastating blow to her.

Devastating.

I did what I could to ease matters, but
she didn't appear to want any help.

Her last narcotics series was a
tribute to her determination.

I don't normally allow access
to station news material.

Not to the police, not to anybody. It's
a matter of policy, you understand?

I even denied access
to Captain Stevens.

But I know your reputation
and I'm impressed.

If you care to involve yourself
in this case, Mr. Kane,

if you are for hire, perhaps.

I'm not.

I see.

Well, if there is anything I could do, Mr.
Kane, anything at all, services, facilities,

don't hesitate to ask.

- Please. We are at your disposal
- Thank you.

Would you call Sam and have him
get the rest of these down to me?

Thanks a lot.

Hi!

Hi.

- How's our beloved leader?
- How's he usually?

- It's a good question.
- Here, let me help you with these.

Thank you.

We haven't seen too much of him
around here since Linda's death.

- He had a thing for her.
- What kind of thing?

He liked her. He was supportive.

When Dave was killed, he
was a good friend to her.

Spent a lot of time together.

They were never lovers.

I don't think.

I would have known something like that.
Linda and I talked all the time.

Dave Pierce was her whole life.

Anyway, I'm still checking
through my camera reports

and I will give you my number at home.

Here's a pen.

Thank you.

Give me a call later and I'll
tell you what I found out.

Okay, thanks.

You're welcome.

Here's your tapes.

- Hi, Sean. How are you?
- Very good.

- I heard you're looking for Tony Montoya.
- That's right.

I know where you can find him.

Please, please stop!

Don't!

Stop it, please!

For God's sake, stop them!

Oh, my god!

He's ruining my things.

Oh, my god.

I hope you hurt yourself!

Why don't you stop him?

Stop, please.

Okay, enough is enough.

Enough is enough!

Why do I pay them?

What good are they?
They can't even deal with...

him.

What ever happened to
the concept of "value of money"?

Tony Montoya, Nicky.

He's back in town and
you know where he is.

What am I, some street corner stool pigeon?

Some petty informer?

Look around you, Mr. Kane.

Look at those etchings over there.

Look at this vase.

Do you understand what it is
that permeates this room?

Is it your cologne?

It's quality, Mr. Kane.

Labelle girls don't do stag parties.

They don't do bowling tournaments.

Or...

police benefits.

They're for the
sophisticated man,

the connoisseurs.

Do I know how I am able to
attract clientele like that?

Confidentiality.

The Labelle customer knows

that whatever transpires between
he and myself is sacred.

It's a trust, Mr. Kane.

Never to be violated.

How long do you think I could
maintain this quality business?

Please...

be careful with that.

Sean, don't drop it!
Don't drop it!

Sean. Sean.

I know where Tony is

and I will tell you.

You barbarian!

I asked for Mr. Nicky Labelle.

They refused me. I had to insist.

What were you doing there
in the first place?

This card.

It was in the pocket of
the man who was shot.

What about the other one, the Triad?

- Did Stevens ever show up?
- I haven't seen Captain Stevens.

You were correct about the Triad, however.

I tried to question him.

He preferred to expire.

So much noise and confusion.

No wonder there's no
spiritual harmony here.

Don't look at me.

What is this?

Hello, Tony. Long time no see.

Hey, man, get out of here!

Time to go outside, Tony!

I won't go outside!

Listen to me! It wasn't my fault.

There was nothing else I could do!

Kane, I had to do it! Believe me!

Listen to me. You and your partner,
there was nothing I could do.

They used me. I was just the bait.

They were on to you.
They knew all about you.

- Who are they, Tony?
- I can't tell you, you know that.

Dave Pierce is dead!
Linda Chan is dead!

You're gonna talk you son of a bitch!
I'm gonna kill you!

They got people everywhere!

You were at the apartment.

Don't!

No more.

The name, Tony.

Open the door!

As before...

they take care of their own.

That big guy in the car...

He could be the one seen chasing
Linda the night she died.

Then we'll find him and kill him.

Let's get out of here.

I wonder how they found
Montoya so fast?

They were informed, perhaps by Mr. Labelle.

No, not Nicky.

Tonight, we made a highly
efficient team, you and I.

You have learned well. Though I must say...

in the combats I have witnessed,
your form has been impossibly crude.

Well, I get a little nervous when
someone's trying to kill me.

It's your concentration. It's weak.

I wonder if you meditate enough.

In a world like this,
that is always a problem.

I've been pretty busy you know.
It's pretty hard sometimes.

Perfection is approachable, Sean.

As I often told you.

On the whole however,

you're not too bad.

Thank you.

Do not let my praise
inflate your ego.

It is already swollen enough.

Hello, Heather. Sean Kane.

What?

Okay, stay put. I'll be right there.

- Who is it?
- Sean.

Look at this!

The only things I know they
took are some of my tapes.

- Your tapes?
- I have sound effects on cassettes.

I record them. It's sort of a hobby.
I've sold them to sound libraries.

The station even bought some.

- Did you call the police?
- No, I just got home when you called.

Sean, Do you think it's the
same people that killed Linda?

Probably.

Whatever it was she had,
they're still after it.

Tapes.

Linda had had a lot of
recording equipment.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure.

Listen, you may still
be in danger here,

so grab what things you need
and come stay at my place.

It's the safest place in town, really.

Alright.

Oh, I almost forgot. The camera
sheets are still missing.

But I talked to the guy
who shot Linda's stuff.

All the dock stuff was on Pier 2.

It was a freighter called the "Sulu Sea."

The "Sulu Sea"?

Just looking.

It's a great house.

How did you ever find it?

I built 'em.

You're a very handy guy.

Boat,

a car,

a house.

The boat I converted, the car I restored.

And the house...

is all mine.

Cooks too.

Delicious.

Thanks.

- Something wrong?
- No.

Just idle speculation.

Wondering who you are.

Just another out of work ex-cop...

with a score to settle

What about when it's settled?

What then?

Any ideas?

Maybe.

So...

There's extra blankets in the closet.
If you need anything else...

I'll be fine. Thank you.

- Well, good night.
- Good night.

- Hey, Mort, come back here.
- It's okay, he's alright.

Yeah, so I see. Traitor.

Sean?

Sean?

Sean, what's the matter?

Are you alright?

What's wrong?

Sean?

Sean?

Sean, are you okay?

You had a nightmare.

It's okay.

- Morning.
- Morning.

How's the water?

Hot.

Just the way I like it.

Is that right?

God...

is that what a bullet can do?

If you're lucky.

Not much going on.

Looks like a private pier.

- It looks like they made it private.
- You think there's drugs on board?

Heroin?

If Tony Montoya's been
hanging around down there...

I'd say the chances
are pretty good.

Don't the customs people
check these ships out?

Well they normally give
them a routine look.

But they don't go out on a ship that size
unless they have information to warrant it.

Like a request from
a narcotics bureau.

You don't think they had
that kind of request?

Somehow I don't.

Once the security system is on,
this house is practically impregnable.

Safest place in town.

Right.

Don't open the door for
anyone until I get back.

Take care.

I will if you will.

This is Murph.

Mortimer, what are you doing?

Keep your nose out of my stuff!

BART locker key...

Linda.

No! No shooting!

Hey, you! You! Stop!

Excuse me.

You're excused.

I got him! I got him!

Jesus!

That son of a bitch is
gonna blow everything.

Sean, this is Heather.

I found a key in one of my shoes.

- Mortimer found it.
- Good boy.

It's one of the pairs that Linda
used so I'm sure she put it there.

I'm at the Market Street BART station now.
I looked into the locker.

There's a cassette tape in
it, just as you thought.

I'm going to go over to
Channel 6 and play it back.

So please meet me there
as soon as you can. Bye.

Here, Mort. Go crazy.

- Can I help you, sir?
- I'm supposed to meet...

Sean, come on through.
You're expected.

- Hi, Mac.
- Hi.

Heather Sullivan is with Canfield,
up in his office.

What's he doing here so early?

I don't know, something
about a tape cassette.

Said that Heather was with him
and you were on your way.

- Have they played it yet, the tape?
- I don't think so.

I talked to Canfield on the phone.
He called the department.

Who else knows about this?

Not Stevens, if that's who you mean.

Mac, you know anything about a freighter
out of Hong Kong called the "Sulu Sea"?

- It's important right now.
- Should I, Sean?

Well, there's a fire on board
last night, among other things.

- Someone must have been notified.
- Didn't reach me.

What is it? Smuggling?

- Firecrackers full of heroin.
- Firecrackers?

It was a big enough mess down there that
they'll want to offload that stuff fast.

So you're gonna have to get together
with whatever people you can trust

in the department and get on it.

Yes I understand the concern.
It's a big shipment.

They want to make sure...

that I'm telling you that my
organization can handle it.

We can have the commodities
trans-shipped and on the streets

in a matter of days.

Come in, Mr. Kane.

Sean!

I understand that since you left the
force you no longer carry a weapon.

Does he McCoy?

He is a weapon.

Well, then you'll have to keep him
very carefully covered, won't you.

Incidentally, I want to thank
you, you and Heather here...

for your tireless pursuit of this.

I doubt very much if any of my own
people would have been able to do that.

Except Linda.

Linda nearly did.

My weakness for Oriental women.

He was telling me about the "Sulu Sea."

Was he? I wonder
who else he told?

- Nobody, I think.
- Splendid.

I think you'll be interested to know

that the fire was contained

The cargo is safe.

Arrangements are being
made for it right now.

Isn't it fortunate for us, Mr. Kane,

that the only police officer who
you felt you could trust totally

was our friend McCoy here.

I doubt if we shall have any
further use for Mr. Kane.

Oh, and you young lady, you never
been to my house, have you.

You really should visit it.

Linda enjoyed herself there very much.

Very much. This way.

I'm afraid it's no
good looking at him.

I feel that shortly he will be
otherwise engaged.

I'm afraid I must insist.

Professor?

I believe you gentlemen
have already met.

The Professor has quite
a way with the ladies.

The warrior takes advantage
of what is at hand.

- There is no shame in this.
- Untie me! Quick!

I was here to take possession of
Linda's personal belongings,

when I saw you arrive with a policeman.

Since you have not
seen fit to inform me

of your progress I had
to follow behind you.

As I have said, we
must be a team.

You're right. Take care of them.

Do not Rush! Concentrate!

You don't do your
own killing, Mac?

I'm in this for the money, Sean.
That's as far as it goes.

How much do you get for
something like this?

A lot.

A whole lot.

Was it you, Mac, that set
Dave and I up with Montoya?

I passed along information, yeah.

I never would have done it if I had
known what was going to happen.

Dave Pierce was a friend of mine.
You know that.

I had no idea what they were going to do.
I swear to you.

- Then you weren't in the car that night?
- No!

I'm telling you I wasn't.

Sean, I just got in too deep.

What about Linda, Mac? Why Linda?

Don't come any closer, Sean.

- I can't go to prison. You know that.
- I'm going to take you in, Mac.

Please, I don't want to kill you.
Stay there!

Jesus Christ, don't shoot!

Just get out of here!

So this is how the
heroin is brought it.

Canfield must have thought
he was pretty clever.

Having his own T.V. station conducting
an exposé of drug smuggling.

- But he underestimated Linda.
- She was too good for him.

She discovered his involvement
and set out to trap him.

She recorded a phone conversation
that would have blown him sky high.

But Canfield found it and
sent his boys after her.

- That was the night she called me.
- From the Market Street station?

She must have thought
she might not make it,

so she dump the tape in
a locker, just in case.

That's where it stayed 'til now.

Dammit! I don't have
time for that now.

Such a persistent child.

And all for nothing.

- Where is the estate?
- Up there, I think.

How many has been confirmed?

Only one way.

A warrior is not a mountain goat.
'Tis well to remember this.

It's Kane. He's with another man, Chinese.

They're climbing up to the house.
Do you want us to intercept them?

No, no. We can't move yet.

Have you seen that truck?

- Not yet.
- Dammit!

Sloppy!

- Hey, buddy, where the hell are you going?
- Hey, what's going on?

Down! Get down! Get down!

There's that truck.

Gentlemen...

I can well understand that most of you
are somewhat concerned about

last night's incident
aboard the "Sulu Sea".

But let me reassure you.Events
has resolved themselves

most satisfactory. In fact,
rather better than we had hoped.

And the cargo is safely on
its way here, right now.

The scope of this operation,
as you will see...

is the largest single
shipment of merchandise

ever imported on the west
coast of this continent...

is naturally making some
of you a little anxious.

But, I don't think it's premature now...

to congratulate ourselves
on a job well done.

It's here.

Alright.

Now as you will see on
page two, paragraph...

Excuse me.

Yes?

Excellent. Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, the cargo is here.

Now get up. Slowly.

Relax, gentlemen. Relax.

Nothing could possibly
penetrate our security.

Let's go!

No! No shooting! No shooting!

Shit!

This is not going very well.

I don't know why you'd say that.

Gentlemen, I assure there is no
need for any alarm, whatsoever.

We have more than enough people
here to take care of the situation.

Let's go! This way! Quick!

Move it! Move it!

Hey!

Try me.

Oh, boy!

Very impressive, Mr. Kane.

Very impressive.

Even more than advertised.

Now, would you be good enough to
move back and out of the way?

I wouldn't hesitate to shoot
this young lady, you know.

As you can hear, I don't
have very much choice.

That's better.

Easy does it.

Dave.

The car...

It was you in the car.

I'd like to stay and discuss this with
you, Mr. Kane, but you understand...

Alright, get him out of here.
Hold it, Kane!

- Don't come any closer, Stevens.
- Sean! No!

Don't do it, Kane. Not now.

Not when we got him. It's
the wrong move, Kane.

He's through, man. Back! Back! Back!

Don't make the same mistake twice.
It's not up toyou.

- Let the law have him.
- You speak for the law? Like McCoy?

No, not like McCoy.

We knew about McCoy. We've been watching him
just like we've been watching Canfield.

But we couldn't make a move
until we got that shipment.

- The evidence.
- I can't play your games, Stevens.

Let us have our man. We can
throw the book at him.

Murder, narcotics. There's a
truckload of heroin out there.

Sean, he has the tape.

He has Linda's tape.

Alright, get him out of here.
Come on, move!

You know I'll tell you something, Kane.

For a while I had my suspicions about you.

All your running around and agitating.

Seemed like you were going to
blow the whole damn thing.

Then I realized that you were bothering
them more than you were bothering me

so I decided to take advantage of you.

That little stunt you pulled
last night at the "Sulu Sea"...

is what made this
whole thing possible.

If they hadn't panicked and
brought the heroin up here...

Who knows?

I hate to say it, but...

thanks.

You know I'd hate to say it too.

But you're welcome.

Yeah.

Alright. Let's get out of here.

An interesting turn of events.

You're to be commended, Sean.

It was well done.

Although your contest with the big man...

what little I saw of it.

It's your lack of concentration
as I have told you.

Your center is
insufficiently stable.

I know you believe your physical dexterity
provides a certain compensation.

I must confess, you had success.

But if you had seen me in my prime years, for example,

you would have see a coordination of mind and body

that would have been astounded.

I could have done to a man like that "Professor".

I must tell you...