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NEW YORK MAY 24, 1973

Don Salbadole Locco, who ruled the underworld of New York,

was killed during a fight over a supply route

by the Asian gang called Yellow Mafia.

A Japanese national,

who might hold the key to Locco's supply route,

vanished shortly after the incident.

THE BODYGUARD

Listen up, everyone!

We, the members of Black April, are hijacking this airplane.

Be quiet!

Don't move!

You all are our hostages for five million dollars.

After refueling at Haneda Airport, we're flying to the Middle East.

If anyone disobeys us, we'll kill you.

Get your hands behind your head.

Get your hands up.

-I'll shoot you. -I'm going to kill you instead.

What?

CAST

MARI ATSUMI

RINICHI YAMAMOTO EIJI GO

RYOHEI UCHIDA MAMASUTATSU OYAMA

DIRECTOR RYUICHI TAKAMURA

We're going to start the press conference with Mr. Naoto Kiba, who solved this case.

Good job, Mr. Kiba.

Your heroism did much to repair Japan's reputation in Tel Aviv,

damaged as it was by the acts of radicals.

But were your actions rooted in such patriotic considerations?

Not really.

-Then were you compelled by humanism? -No.

-It was commercialism. -Commercialism?

What was your goal then?

I wanted to advertise myself. I mean...

It was a commercial...

to promote Tesshin School of Karate to you, I guess.

-Coca-Cola, please. -Well...

-Hey, you, go get it. -Yes.

Thank you.

There's only one other person besides me

who has mastered this technique.

That person is my master, Mr. Tetsugen Daito.

I am his disciple, holding the sixth degree.

Tetsugen Daito?

Wasn't he the one who killed a bull with one punch?

The "bull killer"?

Exactly.

We have a bad reputation...

because of your ignorance.

-But it's not true. -I didn't mean to disparage.

Fine.

So,

in order to clear our name,

I'm going to represent my master, who's busy with ascetic training,

and advertise our school.

Is NHK here?

Good, you're here.

Because of our destructive force and fierce technique,

we of the Tesshin School have been branded as heretics,

our techniques mocked as those of a "bull killer."

Japanese citizens didn't accept us, so my master went to the U.S.

and fought with hundreds of professional boxers and wrestlers

across North and South America, defeating all of them.

They feared him and called him "God Hands."

However, karate circles still treated him coldly

even after he came back to Japan.

Do you know why?

Because my master was too powerful for them.

I went to the U.S. to follow the path of death,

and persevered in training for three years.

As a result,

I felt it profoundly important to use myself to advertise our school,

so I'm going to start a professional bodyguard business

called "God Hands."

I'm using this opportunity to announce its establishment.

If anyone watching this interview

needs help, let me know.

Even against heinous murderers...

my God Hands will protect your life.

People hate long commercials, so I'm done here.

What's the matter with you?

You just came back, and already you're starting a business.

As I told the reporters, nobody's interested in Tesshin School.

It was the same in the U.S. too.

Even though I defeated many pro martial artists...

the media preferred the famous fighters over me. So, I thought about it,

and I decided to use mass media...

to my advantage.

You just want to use the name of Tesshin School to cash in,

make some money and a name for yourself.

That's not it.

I'm going to use my own body to make Tesshin School famous.

I don't like that kind of thinking, and neither will Master Tetsugen.

He lives his own life.

I don't want to train just for self-improvement.

If people won't respect our school, I'll make them do so...

my own way.

How reckless! You're always like that.

Sticking your nose into dangerous situations with no regard for risk.

Listen, Maki.

Do you know why I left Japan after fighting with gangs,

to become a bodyguard?

Because I couldn't earn a living.

This is the only way we can get famous.

-But-- -You know, you could be my assistant.

-Me? -Sure. This will be our office.

A church attic is the perfect place for God Hands to have its office.

Oh, no.

I saw it, your interview.

Wow, so you're my first client. Come in.

Don't worry, she's my sister, Maki.

-She's a first degree in karate. -Second degree, actually!

Can you be my bodyguard for four days starting tonight?

Protecting you against who?

You can't be a bodyguard unless you know who?

That's the first thing I need to know.

You want to protect your privacy?

What do you charge?

Ten million yen at least.

Five up front.

-Do you take checks? -Yes.

-They're in my car. -Wait.

Give me the key. The protection work's already begun.

-You go get them, Maki. -It's in the dashboard.

Have a seat.

Hey!

She's late.

What happened?

"Cosa Nostra."

Cosa Nostra.

Sorry.

-I'm okay. -Who were they?

There were four of them. They all had this tattoo on their hands.

Tattoo?

Yes, star-shaped.

They thought she was you.

Then they realized their mistake...

and challenged me.

Cosa Nostra means "our thing" in Italian.

The Mafia is watching you.

Please, protect me.

Pay me first.

-Where's the light switch? -Just inside, on the left.

Come in.

Impressive.

It's my habit.

Stay away from the windows. They might try to shoot you.

And let me know if you hear knocking.

Even if it's housekeeping.

-Got it, Mr. Bodyguard. -My name is Kiba.

Would you like to have a nightcap, Mr. Kiba?

You're not going to drink?

Not for four days.

-Four days? -Yeah.

I don't want to put you in danger.

-Thank you. -It's for my PR.

I'm sure you'll enjoy a drink on the fifth day.

If I'm alive.

My four days cost 50 million yen.

That's cheap.

I guess these hands are worth the 50 million.

They're for winning fights, not for show.

Your hands are your strength.

It's been five years. Tokyo's changed.

I'm going to Paris on the fifth day.

That's a personal matter.

I hope you can use my story for your PR.

Good night.

Let me know if there's anything. Good night.

I don't know, I swear!

I'm going to kill your friend.

Die!

Help me!

You're safe now.

Big Dipper.

Seven assassins from Yellow Mafia.

Still five of them left.

It's strange.

Why didn't they kill you?

I don't know.

How could I possibly know?

So much blood and dead bodies.

Should we invite the police for their funerals?

I don't want to stay here.

Let's get out of here then.

Boss, he's here.

-Did you talk to them? -Yes.

And Mr. White?

-He'll be here tomorrow. -Okay, tell him we're ready.

Takami.

Yes?

It's just a woman.

You know what to do, right?

Hang on.

He's my personal guest.

Wait.

I thought I recognized you from somewhere. So that TV stunt worked, huh?

You found yourself a great client.

Can you stay in the other room?

It takes about three seconds for me to get here.

-Why did you hire him? -I'd be dead if I hadn't.

You brought the Mafia's posse over from New York, huh?

I see. Guess you can use them as bulletproof vests.

Why are you here?

-It's been five years, right? -You should have called me instead.

You used to go looking for men...

in seedy bars...

when you were 16 years old.

I was stupid, not keeping you.

Who could have guessed that you'd turn out like this, babe?

Don't call me babe.

"Miss," then.

I'm not what I was.

How about we get back together, like the old days?

No, business only.

I see.

You're using that watchdog for another reason too, aren't you?

Nonsense.

-Go away. -We still need to talk about our business.

Right? You and me...

No, "babe" suits you just right, babe.

I have a good idea.

What's that?

We can double our profits.

My boss has 500 million yen, and you have the drugs.

Anybody can sell and buy drugs.

We keep both and make a billion yen. Easy math, right?

Are you sure we could pull that off?

You're familiar with my methods, right?

You haven't changed at all.

But you are much better than before.

You used to make me cry.

Hey, bring them again.

Hey, hurry up.

You can only do it once.

Time's up.

-Hey, sleep with him. -Hell no!

Stop!

If you don't want to do it, don't.

How about now? Are you gonna do it?

I'll sleep with him.

Bro.

That must be him...

the karate guy who was on TV.

She doesn't fit in here.

She's not the kind who looks for American men.

Nice girl.

I smell money.

Give me a light.

Nice lighter.

I'd like to borrow it again.

I'll come to your bar again when I have time.

It'll be my treat.

MORGUE

You want to say that you didn't really help me, is that it?

Stop the car.

Pull over there.

What's going on?

It's not the Mafia.

Look.

They don't follow us like that.

Somebody else is after you too.

I think they're gone. Let's go.

It's open.

Now I get why all those hyenas are coming after you.

Have you thought about how much suffering this white powder of yours causes?

I didn't hire you to preach.

Drugs aren't the only reason why they're trying to kill you.

There must be another reason.

Yes, I was Salbadole Locco's woman.

What do I care about people when I have all these drugs?

Are you going to the police?

I don't need to earn brownie points from the police.

The Mafia's drug-running girlfriend.

The media will have a field day.

It can be good PR for you too.

But you can't do that.

If you sold me out, your reputation as a bodyguard would be tarnished.

People wouldn't trust you as a bodyguard.

Say whatever you want.

If you keep driving a car like this, they'll find you eventually.

This is my last chance.

We still have one more day.

I'll protect you until then.

But whatever happens to your stash is not my concern.

Fine by me.

Everything will be over tomorrow.

Hey.

Hey, Takami!

He's dead.

He didn't seem to know.

We should make the Black man talk.

Seven stars...

I've heard of this before.

It's the Mafia.

Bros! Joe is...

Yeah, it's the Mafia.

Okay.

The Mafia it is.

You got the stuff?

This is a warning.

It's the Mafia.

The Mafia.

Scrap the deal.

I'm not quitting.

That's my boss.

I was waiting for you.

Oh, is this the guy?

-Let's proceed. -Let me see it.

Well, he seems dependable.

You stole it from the Mafia, so why should I pay for it,

right, Takami?

Kill them. The bodyguard first.

Shoot him, Takami.

Don't worry, this was the plan.

What's this?

I see.

Outfoxing each other.

Run!

Let's go.

Down!

Get down!

Give me the bag. Drop the gun!

It's them.

Hey. We killed them all.

I remember you.

I've seen you before.

You're that scumbag who peddles drugs to punks.

If the Mafia is trying to kill you...

Interesting development.

It must be...

a very good product.

It takes a thief to catch a thief.

I heard about you three brothers doing fishy business with Americans...

and letting people get away with bad things.

Then I suppose you can guess what we're going to do to you?

Tell us...

where are those two hiding out?

Don't even think about it.

Her bodyguard is very strong.

-You can't beat him. -Tell us where.

Okay.

You killed those Mafia guys...

so maybe you can take him too. I get it.

That said,

he might be too much for this guy.

Don't go to Hotel Plaza if you don't want to get hurt.

The three of us will fight together.

Why do you still have it?

They'll kill you.

Get rid of it.

-Hell no. -It's for your own good.

When I get 500 million yen, I'll finally win...

this game I've played for so long.

I was abandoned by my parents. I dated as many men as I could.

I was teased and mocked, and would go so hungry that it would hurt.

-You don't understand. -It's that hunger that drives you to win.

If a woman wants to win, she cannot trust anything.

Even my own body betrays me and has affairs with men.

But money doesn't betray me.

That's how you got your ring.

That's right. I bought this ten-carat emerald ring myself.

You have your karate.

-That's right. -We're the same.

No.

-You can't buy karate with money. -But you can make money with karate.

In order to eat.

We could be great partners.

No thanks. You've manipulated many men...

but you won't manipulate me into helping your drug dealing.

I will protect you today, per our business arrangement.

I don't need you anymore. But I'll still give you the rest of your fee.

You can use it for PR...

for your precious "bull killing" technique.

Tell me, where's the stuff?

Tell me where, or I'll slice off your nose!

Bro!

We'll finish our business later.

You moron, trying to fight him by yourself.

Damn it. I could have won if I had a gun.

You idiot!

If not for Toru, you'd be dead already.

Stop screaming.

See? I told you, you can't beat him.

Shut up.

I'll kill him next time.

That's fine. But how are you going to lure him out?

You seem like good fighters.

But as far as brains...

What about our brains?

-Not so smart. -What?

You got a death wish?

If you killed me,

you'd never get the drugs. Besides...

I'm the only one who can lure her out...

right?

I'm sorry.

You don't need to apologize.

It's just business.

Right, business.

Hello?

Yes.

All right.

DAIWA BANK 50 MILLION YEN

Goodbye.

-Where's the watchdog? -I let him go.

He's off somewhere looking for his next meal.

Who's our buyer?

Be careful, three crazy guys are trying to kill you.

You can't run away.

Three devils are right behind you.

I know.

I just wanted to see if the watchdog was here.

Don't underestimate us.

I don't.

Since he's not showing up, it's a different story.

I don't need your help.

Stay back, or I'll shoot him.

Finally, all the luck is mine.

I'm glad I asked this guy to be my bodyguard.

Come on!

Get down! I said, get down!

Bastard.

Listen, don't move.

Get down!

I lost...

the game.

My folks were poor too.

Is this still part of your work as a bodyguard?

Or...

I couldn't eat just from doing karate.

I hate being poor. I hate it.

I didn't have any other way.

I looked forward to this day for so long.

You did it again, Mr. Kiba. Great job.

We now realize the power of Tesshin School.

Are you going overseas again for your PR?

What are your plans?

My campaign in Japan is done. Now I'm going global.

Bye.

THE END

Subtitle translation by Yoko Hyun