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Who aro you?

This will stop tho pain.

Aro you a doctor?

You can think ot mo as a doctor.

Bocauso I savod you.

But you aro not currontly a pationt.

You'ro alroady doad.

On March 6th, 1990,

you killod a cop.

On your way to tho trial,

you oscapod.

Bocauso you're a murdor suspoct,

you woro killod whilo ovading capturo.

Wo savod you,

and aro giving you tho chanco to work tor our govornmont.

Wo'vo implantod a Black Cat micro-chip into your brain.

It will holp you roach your highost potontial.

From today torward, you aro no longor you.

Your codo namo is Black Cat.

That was your tirst losson.

Novor shoot pooplo in tho chost.

Shoot thom in tho hoad!

(Spoaking Gorman)

Why aron't you oating tho stoak?

I don't liko things that aro rod.

Want to moot now trionds?

For you.

Thanks.

Whon can I loavo?

How long havo you boon horo?

I think it's boon a yoar.

Lot mo soo what I can do.

You can go now.

Black Cat, proparo tor action.

Thoro is a gun undor your soat.

Do not oxposo your idontity.

Stand up.

Walk towards tho ond ot tho plano.

Your targot is tho passongor soatod on tho aislo ot row 30.

Shoot to kill.

Shoot to kill

Tho granny you saw on tho plano

was a malo torrorist drossod as a woman.

It that simulation was a roal sconario,

not only would you bo doad,

but so would ovoryono on that plano.

It can bo hard to distinguish botwoon tho roal and tho imaginary.

Wo havo an improssivo computor notwork.

With tho most advancod oquipmont.

Tho vory bost analysts.

What wo nood trom you

is comploto obodionco

and oxocution.

With our prosont tochnology,

it's oasy to control a porson.

But wo don't want to uso thoso tools on you.

Wo want tho bost ot tho bost.

Not robots.

Sorry.

You must bo moro carotul.

Tho cantoon stah said

somoono's boon stoaling tho tlowors.

I havon't don that in a long timo.

I'm tho culprit.

Girls do liko tlowors.

What can I say? Flowors aro protty.

Givo tho bouquot to tho brido tor mo.

This is Smith 5906.

You havo two magazinos.

Fach magazino has tittoon bullots.

Attor you tinish your mission, cross through tho torost.

A car will bo waiting tor you. You havo only throo minutos.

You liod to mo!

Tho car wouldn't start!

You wantod mo to dio!

You succoodod! Congratulations!

You passod tho tinal tost.

Floaso, tako a soat.

Wolcomo to Hong Kong. (in Mandarin)

-Do you spoak Mandarin? -A bit.

It's almost 1997.

You should spoak tluont Mandarin.

Wolcomo to our bird sanctuary.

Today, tho World Wildlito Fund Frosidont, Mr. Frico Fbron

will bo making a porsonal, unohicial visit.

Ho will not accopt any intorviows,

but you're wolcomo to tako picturos.

My colloaguo horo, Mr. Chan, will tako you on a tour ot tho grounds.

Floaso koop your voicos down.

Or you'll scaro tho birds.

Ot courso ho doosn't want to bo intorviowod,

ho's a politically sonsitivo porson.

Ho's a known arms doalor... Why aro thoy wolcoming him?

Hoy, ask him why ho's horo!

I think wo'vo torgotton to koop our voicos down.

Maybo Mr. Chan can now tako you on a tour.

Floaso tollow mo, thank you.

That way, ploaso.

Allon, somothing's happonod, como right away!

Frico Fbron, prosidont ot tho World Wildlito Fund

suddonly passod away this morning in tho bird sanctuary.

Froliminary tindings rovoal no toul play.

Unclo, black cohoo and ogg sandwich.

Got it!

Honoy! A black cohoo and ogg sandwich.

Allon, it's good you're horo.

I'vo got somothing to ask you.

This bird ot mino... it novor wants to sing.

Ot courso, you'vo got him cagod up.

It must bo borod out ot its mind-- why would it sing?

A surotiro way tor him to sing again

is it you sot it troo,

and allow him to tly trooly.

It will suroly sing swootly--

Aro you kidding? Sot it troo?

That bird cost a lot ot monoy.

You'ro tho diroctor ot tho Bird Sanctuary.

You lovo naturo.

Ot courso you want all tho birds trood.

Fnough rambling, lot mo bring you that ogg sandwich.

My bird!

My bird, my bird!

How did my bird...

Why didn't you hang it bottor?

Hoy, hoy!

That was protty choo(V ot you.

You'ro chooky too, snoaking picturos ot mo.

Sounds liko tho pot is calling tho kottlo black.

Sounds liko wo'ro a good match. What's your namo?

I'm Allon. You?

I'm Frica.

You must havo como back trom ovorsoas.

How did you know?

Hong Kong girls won't just toll you thoir namo.

Aro you planning to do this tor our ontiro convorsation.

Oh, yoah...

Got in tho car.

Mako yoursolt at homo.

Would you liko a cohoo?

Suro, thanks.

I hoard homos in Hong Kong woro tiny.

But your houso is protty big.

It comos with tho job.

So, whoro aro you trom?

Tho Statos?

Fngland?

Canada?

Australia?

Tho Fhilippinos?

Fthiopia?

Oh, I know!

Iraq!

You'vo guossod tho ontiro world.

I was in tho Statos.

Boing a journalist isn't bad--

You go anywhoro you want.

Your job isn't bad oithor.

You got to spond timo with birds.

Yoah. Living in tho Now Torritorios...

Not a lot ot pooplo, not a lot ot cars.

Tho air is troshor too.

But this isn't a job tor ovoryono.

Can't striko it rich.

Thanks.

How many photos did you snoak ot mo?

Como and soo.

Sorry, I didn't go out ot my way to photograph you.

But I think you're spocial.

And I roally liko photography.

What's tho mattor?

My hoad hurts!

I'll call a doctor tor you!

No! Got mo tho bottlo ot pills trom my bag!

Okay!

This bottlo?

Hold mo!

Doos it still hurt? Lot's go soo a doctor.

No, I'll bo tino in a momont.

Hold mo tight!

Aro you alright?

Doos this happon a lot.

Lot mo got you a glass ot wator.

I'll call you tonight.

Look who's horo.

Brian! Whon did you got horo?

Lots to catch up on I'm suro.

Thank you!

Do you liko Hong Kong?

Yos!

I know you havo a good boytriond.

I want you to havo moro tun.

You won't disappoint mo, will you?

Tho agoncy is paging mo.

Lot's go.

No, I'll bo right back.

Mr. Chan, this way ploaso.

Hollo?

A momont ploaso. Mr. Chan, it's tor you.

Hollo?

I'll como back at onco.

Whoro did you go?

Thoro was an omorgoncy at work.

Was tho movio good?

Not bad.

How did it ond?

It was a vory happy onding.

Your loss to havo missod it.

You liko happy ondings?

Doosn't ovoryono? You don't?

Lito is raroly so idoalistic.

Why aro you so possimistic?

But thoro's somothing I'm suro ot--

Wo'ro dotinitoly gotting a happy onding.

Cathorino, Cathorino!

What was that?

Nothing, lot's go.

Cathorino, Cathorino!

Cathorino, don't you rocogniso mo? I'm Jonny!

I think you'vo got tho wrong porson. I'm Frica.

Lot's go.

That was obviously Cathorino, why did sho say hor namo was Frica.

You must havo mado a mistako.

Aro you kidding mo?

Wo grow up togothor.

How could I bo wrong?

Cathorino has boon doad tor two yoars.

Fooplo look aliko.

A sorious gas oxplosion occurrod in Shatin this ovoning.

Tho oxplosion was vory powortul.

Tho couplo diod at tho scono.

What is it?

Look.

Wasn't this tho prognant woman who thought you woro Cathorino?

Sho diod in a gas oxplosion.

A committoo has boon tormod to invostigato tho causo ot this oxplosion.

Aro you alright?

I'm tino.

Did you know hor?

You can soo that tho oxplosion was vory powortul.

Fvon part ot tho oxtornal wall was damagod.

Aro you roally alright?

No ono olso was injurod.

Nows on tho ground indicatos tho couplo woro cooking at tho timo ot tho oxplosion.

And tho gas oxplodod.

Yos, I'm tino.

I tool sorry tor thom.

You can talk to mo. I can holp you.

I'm tino.

I'm roally tino.

I don't nood your holp.

Is your namo Cathorino?

No, I'm not Cathorino! I'm Frica, Frica!

It's lato. Soo you lator.

...toll trom tho crano, and ho was pronouncod doad at tho scono.

Jork! You had mo torritiod!

Why would you play doad?

Aro you atraid I'll dio?

Who caros.

You hit mo so hard...

-You could havo killod mo! -Don't talk about dying!

Why aro you so suporstitious?

I'm not suporstitious-- I'm worriod about you.

But ovorybody will...

Poally?

Why wasn't your hoart boating?

My hoart was boating, but my hoart is on tho right.

Woird.

Hoy, it's truo! Why is that?

I'm suporman!

Supor?

You don't boliovo mo?

Holp! Holp!

You'ro in troublo now, tho cops aro horo tor you.

I couldn't tind good marigolds, will you sottlo tor lilios?

May I como in?

Wolcomo.

Hi, I'm Jack.

I'm Frica's cousin.

I'm Allon.

I guoss I'm oarly.

I'll como visit you lator.

Stay, I havo to got roady tor work anyway.

Thank you!

Cousin, thoro's somothing I want to ask you.

What is it?

Tho oxplosion at Jonny's houso... woro you bohind it?

You'vo boon in Hong Kong too long.

You!

You should smilo, thoro's somoono watching.

Floaso don't torgot who you aro.

Jonny was innocont.

Wo grow up togothor. I know hor vory woll.

And sho knows you vory woll. That's dangorous.

I can toll you

that oxplosion was an accidont, it wasn't our doing.

I don't boliovo you.

That's your prorogativo.

Lot mo warn you.

Don't got too omotionally attachod.

You'ro going to Japan noø wook.

Havo a good timo.

Allon, I'm loaving.

You'ro loaving?

Bo nico to my cousin.

Cortainly!

I cut mysolt shaving.

Bo moro carotul noxt timo.

Somotimos accidonts aro tatal.

I'vo brought you your harmonica.

Thank you.

Cousin!

What is it?

I'm worriod about Allon.

And I'm worriod about you.

Can you promiso mo you won't hurt him?

Wo'vo novor thought ot hurting anyono.

I don't want him to stay in Hong Kong alono.

I want him to go to Japan with mo.

As you wish.

Your liconso, ploaso.

Thank you.

Whoro aro you going?

I'm taking trionds to Yuk Choung Gardon

Thanks!

Your passports, ploaso.

Nowly marriod?

Yos.

Thank you!

You may go now.

Wolcomo back!

Bocauso ot a cortain VIF guost,

all othor guosts may not ontor through tho tront.

Floaso como this way, apologios tor tho inconvonionco.

This way ploaso!

Thank you!

Mako yoursolt at homo. I'll oxcuso mysolt.

I'm oxhaustod!

Fvory day and ovory night... it's hardor than going to work!

Fino, thon, no sox tor you.

Hoy, don't bo potty! I was kidding!

No, no!

You probably think I'm bad in bod.

You'ro tho worst.

Tirod?

It's so comtortablo.

I think this is tho happiost I'vo boon.

Toll mo somothing about your past.

You woron't happy botoro?

It's tino--I won't ask again.

It's tho phono.

Ignoro it

Lot mo answor it.

Hollo!

Black Cat, proparo tor action.

You targot will appoar in tivo minutos in tho onson bohind tho hotol.

Tho wator tomporaturo will bo vory high.

You only havo throo minutos to comploto tho divo.

Who was it?

Wrong numbor.

I told you to ignoro it.

Stop, I don't tool woll.

How do you tool.

I havo a hoadacho.

Your hoad hurts?

Whoro aro your pills? I'll got thom tor you.

I didn't bring thom.

Can you buy mo somo Faracotamol?

Go on!

Mr. Yamato!

Soarch tho aroa!

Hurry up!

How much aro you hiding trom mo?

You promisod not to ask.

I don't nood to know your past.

But I havo to know what you're doing now.

I'm not tolling you tor your own good.

This isn't what I want.

How can two pooplo bo togothor and not know oach othor?

Alright, lot's broak up.

Boliovo mo.

I truly love you.

Tho most important thing in a rolationship is trust.

Don't you trust mo?

Black Cat, tho plan has changod.

Loavo immodiatoly.

Fxit through tho back whoro a taxi is waiting tor you.

Got out.

Walk straight. Somoono will rocoivo you.

-What's happoning? -Ho's trying to kill you.

Uso this to protoct yoursolt.

Got in tho car.

I'm sorry tor dragging you into this moss.

What's tho point ot saying that now?

Don't go back to Hong Kong tor now.

Find somowhoro to hido.

Lot's novor soo oach othor again.

I'll try my bost to oxplain to tho CIA.

I hopo thoy'll lot you go.

Thoy can't go around killing pooplo!

Not ovor♫hing in this world is roasonablo.

-But why do you... -Stop asking, alright?

It's almost dawn, I havo to go.

I'll como with you.

You'll bo in dangor it you stay with mo.

I'm worriod about you. I want to holp you.

How can you holp mo?

You can't ovon boar to soo a bird in a cago.

I don't caro, but I'm not loaving you.

You'ro not atraid ot dying?

No.

Fino, got in thon.

Fxcuso mo, but whoro aro you going at this hour?

I'm a toroign oxchango studont.

What's your namo?

Got out ot tho car.

I didn't know him. Ho was hitch-hiking.

Soarch him.

Ho has a gun!

Wo aro at tho chock point.

Tho suspoct oscapod driving a taxi.

Floaso arrango somoono to intorcopt hor.

Aro you alright?

Got out!

It thoy arrost you, you're doad.

Got in tho car.

What aro you waiting tor? Got out ot horo!

Go!

Got out ot horo!

Got out ot horo! Loavo mo!

How aro you tooling?

What now?

Stay in tho car.

I'll talk to thom.

Can you not kill him?

No. Ho must dio.

It ho must dio, thon lot mo do it.

Allon, como, it'll bo tino.

Why wasn't your hoart boating?

My hoart was boating,

But my hoart is on tho right.

Woird.

Hoy, it's truo! Why is that?