Blue Tiger (1994) Movie Script
[ding]
[eerie music]
[alarm blaring]
[muffled voices]
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
GUARD: Here!
GUARD: This way.
[grunts]
GUARD: Get him!
GUARD: Don't let him get away.
Hold it!
Right there, pal.
I got him.
[crack]
[grunts] [japanese]
[crack]
[groans] [japanese]
[thud]
[suspenseful music]
GUARD: Get him down.
[alarm blaring]
Yeah, there's no
place to run, buddy.
[laughs]
GUARD: We got him over here.
[stomping]
[thud]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
Ah!
[groaning] Ow.
GUARD: We got him.
We got him.
[japanese] [grunting]
GUARD: Get up!
[groans] [panting]
Found him under one of
the buses, Mr. Soames.
Pretty nasty business, huh?
[thump]
Ah!
[groaning]
My grandfather startedthis business out of the back
of a Volkswagen bus.
I took it over.
I built it into an empire.
Since then, my friend,
I dealt with the mob.
I dealt with the Teamsters.
And now, you people?
So you wanted to fuck
with my buses, huh?
You wanted to shut me down.
[grunts]
Well, my friend, you aregoing about it the wrong way.
You see, you gotta go straightto the source, which is me.
Anything else is
just a jerk off.
[eerie music]
Go ahead, take it.
Take my head back on a stick.
Be a hero.
Win a prize.
Take it!
[crack]
[grunts] [groaning]
[soothing piano music]
[children playing]
MAN: Jimmy, you
want to play ball?
JIMMY: Yeah.
WOMAN: Hey, don't climb.
[children playing]
Higher!
Dad, push me higher!
Hey, wait for me!
I'm gonna get you.
Whoa!
[laughs]
[laughs]
Ah!
[giggles]
[inaudible] mommy!
I'm watching you.
I don't want to go, mom.
Woo!
Are you and David going to beat my Halloween party tonight?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, good, because
Adam's father is coming.
Oh, don't match make.
I wouldn't call
it matchmaking,
it's just opportunity.
Bye.
All right, I'll see you then.
Hey, hey, want to
get some ice cream?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And how about we find
your Halloween costume?
Yeah.
OK, OK.
[giggling]
TURK: Just give me the refill.
You see here?
It says Henry Soames
right on the label.
I know what it says, but Ialways pick up his refill here.
I told you-- new policy.
Patient signature is
needed on all refills.
[door slams]
Mommy.
Hey, what you got there?
Masks.
Wow.
Well, you know, I think thisone goes with your costume.
But which one do
you like better?
Hm?
Wolf man.
Yeah, I thought so.
Let me try it on you.
DARIN: [growls]
Oh, the skeleton werewolf.
DARIN: [giggles]
Go put this one back,and I'll come and get you.
FEMALE CASHIER:
Here you go, ma'am.
Are you ready?
WOMAN: Yeah.
[eerie music]
GINA: Darin?
Come here, hun.
[door slams]
SOAMES: Who is this jerk, huh?
[knocking]
You, come here.
I come here every second Friday.
Every second Friday, there's ablack man with a gray mustache
here, who greets myassociate with my refill.
Are you Henry Soames?
Who in the hell
do you think I am?
Would you sign here, please?
FEMALE CASHIER:
Thank you very much.
Have a nice day.
Pen, pen-- give me a pen.
Give me that pen.
[suspenseful music]
[intense music]
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
[gunshot]
[shriek]
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
Darin, it's OK, honey.
It's all right.
Oh, god.
[gunshots]
Darin, look at mom.
Baby?
[shattering glass]
[screaming]
Everything's OK.
We're going to be OK.
[thud]
[gunshots]
[shattering glass]
OK, honey.
Just wake up now.
Just wake up.
It's-- everything's
going to be OK.
I need some help.
Somebody help me over here!
[side conversations]
DETECTIVE: Do you rememberwhat he looked like?
Was he tall?
Was he short?
Was he black, was he white?
Ms. Hayes, you need to
remember something--
anything-- please.
What I need to
do is find my son.
- Ms. Hayes, Ms. Hayes--
- No, he needs me.
Jocelyn.
- He's my son.
- Ma'am--
Let me go.
I just want to [inaudible]
DETECTIVE: OK, come on, pal.[inaudible]
He's all alone.
He's just a little boy.
Let me go!
Ms.--
Dan!
Dan!DETECTIVE: It's all right.
It's all right, let her go.
No!
[melancholy music]
MINISTER: May his
spirit rest in peace.
If there's anything
at all [inaudible]
[chimes]
[melancholy music]
[dramatic music]
[thud]
[crash]
DARIN: Oh, this guy
would be a pterodactyl.
He would be a pterodactyl?
He would be a tyrannosaurus.
And what would this guy be?
He would be an allosaurus.
GINA: Yeah, but isn't
it because of his teeth
that he becomes a meat eater?
[dramatic music]
[knocking]
[thud]
Hello!
[suspenseful music]
EMILY: Gina, I brought
you some groceries!
Gina?
[eerie music]
Gina.
[whoosh]
[footsteps]
It's a miracle.
Bullet hit me-- went
right above my heart.
Right through me.
Damn lucky.
What do you got for me?
This guy, right here?
Gan.
He's the trigger man.
Gan, huh?
[snickers] I want you
to crush the Yakuza.
I want you to hit them andI want you to hit them hard.
And then, I want you to
bring Gan back to me,
because I want to look
him in the eyes the way
that son of a bitch
looked into mine.
[suspenseful music]
[speaking japanese]
That ain't him.
Let him go.
[speaking japanese]
What did you say?
[gunshot]
[seagulls squawking]
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
[scratching]
How are we feeling today?
I'm going to be in the recroom tonight with the others.
You play backgammon, don't you?
You know, we could be a team.
Don't!
Please.
[orchestral music]
[scratching]
[thunder]
[coughing]
[dramatic music]
[thunder]
[melancholy music]
[thunder]
[gunshots]
[suspenseful music]
[dripping]
[orchestral music]
[muffled shouting]
[knocking]
SMITH: Door is open.
[coughing]
Are you Smith?
Yup.
SMITH: [coughing]
[muffled sirens]
State your business beforeI blow myself the fuck up.
You do tattoos?
I'm retired.
I was told you
might recognize this.
You're a cop?
No, I'm not a cop.
You ever hear of the Yakuza?
No.
Well, let me give you alittle piece of free advice.
You meet one, you
go the other way.
Well, unfortunately
for me, Mr. Smith,
that advice comes a little late.
[eerie music]
[sirens]
MAN ON STREET: Say,
can you help me out?
There's a little legend thatgoes along with the blue tiger.
It's an ancient Chinese
legend, not Japanese.
It says that the
blue tiger is always
in search of the red tiger--
his spiritual counterpart.
And, sometimes,
they're drawn together
by passion, sometimes not.
But fate will always
see to it that they will
find each other in the end.
And when they do?
[snickers] Take your pickof the Chinese legends, honey.
Somebody ends up paying.
[laughter]
[restaurant chatter]
[speaking japanese]
[tires squeal]
[rapid gunfire]
[glass shattering]
[shouting]
[grunts]
[rapid gunfire]
[gunshots]
Ra!
[groaning]
[gasps]
[tires squeal]
[melancholy music]
SMITH: Every time
I work, I think
about those Tibetan monks.
The ones that make those
giant floor paintings
with colored sand.
Each grain
meticulously placed one
by one, until this amazing thingjust evolves out of nothing.
Sand-- most elemental
thing on Earth.
But you put those grainstogether in a certain way
and you get something
richer, more
detailed, and more
exquisitely beautiful
than you could imagine.
And, finally, when they lay thatthe last grain of sand down,
and the work's finished,they pick up their brooms
and sweep it all away.
[chuckles] [coughs]
GINA: [gasps]
[melancholy music]
DEALER: Here's you 40 caliber.
Very popular with
all the school kids.
[click]
Got ahead and try.
You still gotta aim, you know.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Turn around.
Take a beat on something.
Take aim and close your eyes.
OK, open them up.
If you're still seeing thesame thing you aimed at, then
the gun is weighted
right for you.
You want that one?
It feels good.
I'll take it.
I'm gonna need someregistration information,
then the gun is
yours in seven days.
Name?
Gina Hayes.
Address.
1607 Meadowside
Drive, Mar Vista, 90295.
DEALER: Occupation.
Mother.
[suspenseful music]
[sirens]
LANGUAGE TEACHER
[ON TAPE]: You're
in a popular Osaka restaurant.
Your friend, Kenji,
wants to introduce
you to a favorite dish.
Wouldn't you like to knowjust what kind of tasty
treat Kenji has in mind?
Listen and repeat.
[speaking japanese]
[speaking japanese]
[click]
EMILY: You were missed atMargery's cocktail party.
Oh, really?
Oh, uh-- and Dr.
Singh wants me to urge
you to return to Lakeview.
Mm.
Glad I got that
out of the way.
Well, I consider myself urged.
Oh, and Jackie,
Lynn, and Bob, they're
all relying on me to tell you--
or to ask you-- would
it be OK to stop by?
You know?
I know.
Just tell them not to worry.
I'm OK.
Uh, Gina-- you know, I
know how you must feel.
If I ever lost Sammy, Idon't know what I would do.
No, that's the problem, Emily.
You don't know how I feel.
You can think about
it all you want,
you can dream up
ways of helping me,
but you can't possibly
understand how I feel.
OK.
That's what
makes it so lonely.
EMILY: Gina, you're not alone.
Yes, I am.
Jesus Christ, Em, our kidsare supposed to bury us.
EMILY: OK, fine, I
don't know how it feels.
But I don't know how muchmore of this you can take.
You know, I'll be thejudge of how much I can take.
I mean, whatever it is--
I mean, what-- whateveryou're thinking of doing,
I'm asking you--
I'm pleading with you--
don't do it.
Just take some
time, let it heal.
There's an extra
room at our house
and you can always stay hereuntil things get better.
Go home, Emily.
Go pick up Sammy and givehim a big hug for me.
And kiss Rick.
Thanks for everything
you've done, Emily.
Gina.
Goodbye, Emily.
[dance music]
[SINGING] One, two,
three-- hit it.
[dance music]
[clink]
[shattering glass]
MAN: Renita?
Thanks.
[dance music]
We have not seen
you here before.
You are new here?
What is your name?
Come back.
Can we buy you drink?
[eerie music]
[panting]
Uh, this is my floor, sweetie.
Sayonara.
Oh.
[sighs]
[ding]
[laughter]
[MUSIC - "WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS]
WOMAN: How about this one here?
How much are those?
Over there.
SELLER: Oh, that's
$7 [inaudible]
WOMAN: What do you think?
WOMAN: Is that a noble?
SELLER: Yes, ma'am, that is.
Yeah, I think
we'll get this one.
I want this one.
Yeah, good.
I like this one.
Hey.
[grunts]
[crack]
[thud]
[groaning]
[gunshots]
WOMAN: [screams] Come on,let's get out of here!
Come on, come on!
[gunshots]
[phone ringing]
Mm.
Hai.
[ding]
SECURITY [ON RADIO]:
Sector seven--
I [inaudible] for you.
All right, [inaudible]
take a break.
Sector two, checking in.
All is clear.
Sign in.
Here you go.
Anyway, so--
SECURITY [ON
RADIO]: Stewart, can
you let Charlie know I
could use a little help
on the fourth floor?
4E.
[ding]
[suspenseful music]
Uh, yeah, Luigi's
on his way up.
You passed him.
[suspenseful music]
[thud]
Hey!
[gunshots]
[ding]
[muffled voices]
[shattering glass]
End it.
Just end it.
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[gunshot]
[energetic music]
WOMAN: Taxi!
Taxi.
Just wait till it stops.
I will.
WOMAN: Just let it
[inaudible] Sammy.
OK.
Gina.
[sirens]
[outside voices]
[solemn piano music]
[mystical music]
GINA: It's beautiful, Smith.
It's beautiful.
SMITH: [coughing]
- Here's what I owe you.
There's a favorite
story of the Yakuza.
A great samurai warrior isgiven the duty to avenge
the death of his overlord.
So he finds the killer
and draws his sword.
And the killer
spits in his face.
The samurai turns
and walks away.
Why?
Because he would have
killed a man in anger.
It would have become a personalact, instead of the duty
that he was sent to perform.
[dance music]
Oh!
[thud]
[grunting] [yells]
[crack]
[groaning]
[thud]
[grunts]
[dance music]
[grunts]
[speaking japanese]
[thud]
[grunting] [speaking japanese]
[dance music]
Gonna need another sake.
Hello.
Would you like a refill?
Another drink-- gin and tonic?
Seltzer.
Marcus, I need a seltzer.
This is special.
Gotta take care of
my best customers.
[dance music]
[japanese] I hope this
drink is stronger than
the last one you brought me.
I think it's strong
enough for you.
You think so?
Mm-hm.
And what if I don't think so?
You have my
personal guarantee.
Not strong enough.
Oh, so sorry.
I told you.
You have my personal guarantee.
[snickers]
GINA: I hope you can
get the stain out.
I got other shirt.
GINA: Oh, yeah?
Well, why don't we just excuseourselves and go get it?
Sure.
[sniffs]
Come here.
[chuckles]
I hope you don't think
I'm too aggressive.
You know, Japanese womenare probably not like this.
[chuckles]
Oh, let me.
See, I like to get thesex out of the way first.
Hm.
That way we
don't have to spend
the whole evening wondering,are we going to do it?
Are we not going to do it?
You know what I mean?
You know what I really
like about Japanese men?
[giggles]
They're never shy.
Let's just play a little game.
I like games.
[chuckles]
Turn around.
So what's your name?
Any name that turns you on.
Uh, Daisy?
Daisy is fine.
[giggles] [SINGING] I
got a girl named Daisy,
she almost drive me crazy.
[click]
Daisy.
This is the age
of dangerous sex.
You should always know
who you're fucking with.
[chuckling]
[laughing]
You gonna shoot me? huh?
Do you know
where the beach is?
Venice.
Right near there is aresidential community, where
I used to live with my son.
I just thought you
might be curious.
[dramatic music]
[thump]
[grunts] Ah!
[panting] [screams]
[speaking japanese]
GINA: No, no!
Ah!
You put a gun on me, huh?
You put a gun on me, huh?
[grunts]
Who sent you, eh?
Who sent you?
[yells]
[thud]
[dramatic music]
[clanking]
[panting]
[speaking japanese]
[panting]
[crack]
[orchestral music]
[door slams]
[melancholy piano music]
[siren]
[gasps] Oh, it's you.
Now I remember.
It was you and another guyand a fire extinguisher.
[pained laugh] You saved
my life, didn't you?
That's a true or false question.
Sh.
Do you speak English?
[melancholy music]
[phone ringing]
[speaking japanese]
Hai.
[honking]
[eerie music]
[creaking]
[suspenseful music]
[water running]
[knocking]
[suspenseful music]
Who are you?
Detective
Lieutenant Sakagami--
Asian Crime
Investigation section.
You think you can
just walk in here?
SAKAGAMI: Yeah, I knocked.
Your door was unlocked.
Not a very smart thing
in this neighborhood.
What do you want?
I wanted to meet you.
I'm a big fan of your work.
You got a warrant?
I can get one if
you want to be formal.
On what charge?
Oh, I don't know-- affiliationwith known criminals,
conspiracy to commit murder.
Thanks to the fuzziness
of the RICO statutes,
I can take you in for just aboutanything-- real or imagined.
Then why don't you?
[groans] Look, I
don't think you've done
anything wrong per se.
What interests me most
is what you may know,
not what you've done.
It seems that first attacktouched off a little pissing
contest between
Soames and the Yakuza
for control of the
tour bus trade.
Tour buses?
You know, does
big diesel-farting,
blue-haired charter busesyou get stuck behind while
driving up to Hearst Castle.
Henry Soames owns the biggesttour bus company in California,
and the Yakuza
want a piece of it.
Damn, it's cold in here.
Anyway, you just seem a lotcloser to getting your finger
on the trigger man than we are.
And I'd like to
know just how close.
I can't help you.
I don't know a thing.
Oh, yeah?
So what the hell is this?
It's a tattoo, we know that.
It's Yakuza, we know that too.
Unfortunately, I
can't strip search
the entire population
of Little Tokyo,
like you apparently have.
Look, why don't
you just arrest me
or get the fuck out of my room.
You saw who had this
tattoo, Ms. Hayes.
And if you don't
cooperate, I can make
things very unpleasant for you.
Think about it.
[pants] [groans]
[door slams]
[solemn music]
[intense note]
[gasps] You came back.
Why?
Next time, knock.
Progress-- we're communicating.
One thing you should
know about me is I'm
not big on entertaining
strangers in my room.
My name's Gina.
Seiji.
[spark]
It's the carpet.
Well, nice to meet you, Seiji.
Now, when I come backout, if you're still here,
I call the police.
[door slams]
[thump]
Give me that.
It's mine.
It's just a bunch of
stupid old photographs.
[melancholy piano music]
That was a beach we
used to love to go to.
That's Halloween last year.
You still have not cried yet.
You can't, because you stillmust be strong for your son.
When you find
justice, you will cry.
How do you know?
I know.
Hey.
I know you're one of them.
I want you to know
that I'm going to find
the guy with the tattoo--
your friend.
He's not my friend.
Don't bullshit me.
What about the other night?
He's my brother.
[energetic music]
[siren]
[whoosh]
[grunts]
[thud]
[groaning]
[thud]
[japanese]
[solemn music]
[groaning]
[speaking japanese]
[ding]
[traffic]
[suspenseful music]
[motorcycle revs]
[suspenseful music]
[tires squeal]
[boom]
[japanese]
You do it?
We blew the shit out of 'em.
All of 'em?
One got away.
Find him.
And until then, I want
an army around me.
Teriyaki.
CORONER: [chuckles]
Oh, god.
[ringing]
Hello?
SAKAGAMI [ON PHONE]: Ms. Hayes?
Sakagami.
I just wanted to let you
know, blue tiger's dead.
It's over.
You can finally put
this all behind you now.
Go home.
Go back to your life.
If you're interested, youshould watch the news.
OK, bye.
REPORTER [ON TV]: At least17 are confirmed dead
in a massive midday explosionthat ripped through two floors
of a downtown office building.
The building's owner,
Takasu Tour Industries,
has long been suspected of linksto Japanese organized crime.
On-site investigators providedno additional details--
[knocking]
--except to say that therewere apparently no survivors.
[eerie music]
[creaking]
GINA: Seiji.
[solemn music]
[eerie music]
He was my only family.
I always wanted to be like him.
He was the best.
[tranquil music]
[panting]
[moaning]
[climactic music]
[moaning]
[car honks]
Seiji.
Why are you looking
at me like that?
No, but I--
I-- I thought--
[intense music]
Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me I'm wrong.
[gasps] [panting]
[cries] [panting]
Tell me what it felt like.
[intense music]
Tell me how it felt
to put a bullet
through a little
boy's chest, just 12
days before his sixth birthday.
[ANGRILY] Say something.
I need to know that
you felt something.
[YELLING] What did it feel like?
[cries]
[dark music]
[pants] Oh.
Oh.
[cries] Oh.
Oh, damn you.
Damn you.
[cries] No, get out.
Get out!
Get out.
Oh.
Get out, please.
Get out.
[door closes]
[tires squeal]
Freeze!
Come on, get down.
Bingo.
HK P9S.
If this little baby could talk,oh, what a story it would tell,
huh?
but why don't you
tell me instead?
In English, because myJapanese is a little rusty.
No sweat.
It's a long ride back.
We've got some serious qualitytime to talk things over.
Get him in the car.
Let's go
We'll stay close behind.
Personally, I don't
give a shit how many
Soames' goons you've killed.
Kill them all.
When they start pulling
bullets out of kids,
there's a different gig.
The bullet we pulled
from that little boy--
it was from a HK P9S.
Sayonara.
Oh, sorry about your brother.
Must be a real bummer, huh?
[snickers] You know what
really crawls my butt?
It's assholes like you thatcome over here and give
Asians like me a bad rap.
[creepy music]
Don't even think about it WhatI really don't get in all this
is the girl.
For life of me, I can't
get a fix on that part.
I mean, you blow away her kidand then you get cozy with her.
Go figure.
[thud]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[thump]
[tires squeal]
Damn.
[suspenseful music]
[knocking]
Smith?
Smith!
Smith?
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Come on.
What?
I need to ask you something.
SMITH: What?
I need to know how it ends.
How what ends?
The blue tiger, red tiger--
what happens in the end.
SMITH: [coughs] My
kingdom [inaudible]
What happens after they meet?
So you found it.
I have to know, please.
So you think
there's more going
on here than some bullshitChinese fairy tale, huh?
Something beyond
what you can explain
with that rational Western mind.
Don't play games with me.
I'm not playing
games with you.
Where there's clarity,
there's no choice.
And where there's
choice, there's misery.
You just stay quiet.
You'll know what to do.
[melancholy music]
SECURITY GUARD: It doesn't fit.
There's too many letters.
SECURITY GUARD:
Too many letters?
[inaudible] Hold on.
Hey, buddy?
Hold it.
You-- where do you
think you're going?
Oh, shit.
SECURITY GUARD: We
got a code three.
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[thud]
[suspenseful music]
[ding]
SECURITY GUARD: Code
three, code three--
I'm on my way.
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[thump]
Get on the [inaudible].
[dramatic music]
[ding]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[grunting]
[glass shattering]
[groaning]
[choking]
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[inaudible]
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
Ah!
SECURITY GUARD [ONRADIO]: Is anybody there?
Turn on a radio.
Front desk, do you hear me?
I want to know what's going on.
I want some guys sent up here.
Somebody up here right now!
Is anybody copying this?
[ding]
[climactic music]
You better listen to me andyou better listen right now.
I want somebody up here.
[inaudible] Listen,
I'm not playing around!
[ding]
I want somebody up here!
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[shouting]
[crack]
[suspenseful music]
[creaking]
[gunshot]
[bird squawking]
[click]
What a fucking mess
we have here, huh?
Those eyes-- how could Iever forget those eyes, huh?
You just don't get it, do you?
All this-- all this waste.
And for what?
Mountains will crumble
and I'll still be here.
[chuckles] But you--
you'll be gone.
Now, we can keep playing
this game forever
and I'll always come out on top.
Ah!
[gunshot]
[clink]
[eerie music]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[solemn music]
Gina.
[click]
Don't.
I will ask your son
for his forgiveness
when I meet him
in the next world.
You do that.
[suspenseful music]
[gunshot]
[thud]
[tranquil music]
[crying]
[eerie music]
[eerie music]
[alarm blaring]
[muffled voices]
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
GUARD: Here!
GUARD: This way.
[grunts]
GUARD: Get him!
GUARD: Don't let him get away.
Hold it!
Right there, pal.
I got him.
[crack]
[grunts] [japanese]
[crack]
[groans] [japanese]
[thud]
[suspenseful music]
GUARD: Get him down.
[alarm blaring]
Yeah, there's no
place to run, buddy.
[laughs]
GUARD: We got him over here.
[stomping]
[thud]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
Ah!
[groaning] Ow.
GUARD: We got him.
We got him.
[japanese] [grunting]
GUARD: Get up!
[groans] [panting]
Found him under one of
the buses, Mr. Soames.
Pretty nasty business, huh?
[thump]
Ah!
[groaning]
My grandfather startedthis business out of the back
of a Volkswagen bus.
I took it over.
I built it into an empire.
Since then, my friend,
I dealt with the mob.
I dealt with the Teamsters.
And now, you people?
So you wanted to fuck
with my buses, huh?
You wanted to shut me down.
[grunts]
Well, my friend, you aregoing about it the wrong way.
You see, you gotta go straightto the source, which is me.
Anything else is
just a jerk off.
[eerie music]
Go ahead, take it.
Take my head back on a stick.
Be a hero.
Win a prize.
Take it!
[crack]
[grunts] [groaning]
[soothing piano music]
[children playing]
MAN: Jimmy, you
want to play ball?
JIMMY: Yeah.
WOMAN: Hey, don't climb.
[children playing]
Higher!
Dad, push me higher!
Hey, wait for me!
I'm gonna get you.
Whoa!
[laughs]
[laughs]
Ah!
[giggles]
[inaudible] mommy!
I'm watching you.
I don't want to go, mom.
Woo!
Are you and David going to beat my Halloween party tonight?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, good, because
Adam's father is coming.
Oh, don't match make.
I wouldn't call
it matchmaking,
it's just opportunity.
Bye.
All right, I'll see you then.
Hey, hey, want to
get some ice cream?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And how about we find
your Halloween costume?
Yeah.
OK, OK.
[giggling]
TURK: Just give me the refill.
You see here?
It says Henry Soames
right on the label.
I know what it says, but Ialways pick up his refill here.
I told you-- new policy.
Patient signature is
needed on all refills.
[door slams]
Mommy.
Hey, what you got there?
Masks.
Wow.
Well, you know, I think thisone goes with your costume.
But which one do
you like better?
Hm?
Wolf man.
Yeah, I thought so.
Let me try it on you.
DARIN: [growls]
Oh, the skeleton werewolf.
DARIN: [giggles]
Go put this one back,and I'll come and get you.
FEMALE CASHIER:
Here you go, ma'am.
Are you ready?
WOMAN: Yeah.
[eerie music]
GINA: Darin?
Come here, hun.
[door slams]
SOAMES: Who is this jerk, huh?
[knocking]
You, come here.
I come here every second Friday.
Every second Friday, there's ablack man with a gray mustache
here, who greets myassociate with my refill.
Are you Henry Soames?
Who in the hell
do you think I am?
Would you sign here, please?
FEMALE CASHIER:
Thank you very much.
Have a nice day.
Pen, pen-- give me a pen.
Give me that pen.
[suspenseful music]
[intense music]
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
[gunshot]
[shriek]
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
Darin, it's OK, honey.
It's all right.
Oh, god.
[gunshots]
Darin, look at mom.
Baby?
[shattering glass]
[screaming]
Everything's OK.
We're going to be OK.
[thud]
[gunshots]
[shattering glass]
OK, honey.
Just wake up now.
Just wake up.
It's-- everything's
going to be OK.
I need some help.
Somebody help me over here!
[side conversations]
DETECTIVE: Do you rememberwhat he looked like?
Was he tall?
Was he short?
Was he black, was he white?
Ms. Hayes, you need to
remember something--
anything-- please.
What I need to
do is find my son.
- Ms. Hayes, Ms. Hayes--
- No, he needs me.
Jocelyn.
- He's my son.
- Ma'am--
Let me go.
I just want to [inaudible]
DETECTIVE: OK, come on, pal.[inaudible]
He's all alone.
He's just a little boy.
Let me go!
Ms.--
Dan!
Dan!DETECTIVE: It's all right.
It's all right, let her go.
No!
[melancholy music]
MINISTER: May his
spirit rest in peace.
If there's anything
at all [inaudible]
[chimes]
[melancholy music]
[dramatic music]
[thud]
[crash]
DARIN: Oh, this guy
would be a pterodactyl.
He would be a pterodactyl?
He would be a tyrannosaurus.
And what would this guy be?
He would be an allosaurus.
GINA: Yeah, but isn't
it because of his teeth
that he becomes a meat eater?
[dramatic music]
[knocking]
[thud]
Hello!
[suspenseful music]
EMILY: Gina, I brought
you some groceries!
Gina?
[eerie music]
Gina.
[whoosh]
[footsteps]
It's a miracle.
Bullet hit me-- went
right above my heart.
Right through me.
Damn lucky.
What do you got for me?
This guy, right here?
Gan.
He's the trigger man.
Gan, huh?
[snickers] I want you
to crush the Yakuza.
I want you to hit them andI want you to hit them hard.
And then, I want you to
bring Gan back to me,
because I want to look
him in the eyes the way
that son of a bitch
looked into mine.
[suspenseful music]
[speaking japanese]
That ain't him.
Let him go.
[speaking japanese]
What did you say?
[gunshot]
[seagulls squawking]
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
[scratching]
How are we feeling today?
I'm going to be in the recroom tonight with the others.
You play backgammon, don't you?
You know, we could be a team.
Don't!
Please.
[orchestral music]
[scratching]
[thunder]
[coughing]
[dramatic music]
[thunder]
[melancholy music]
[thunder]
[gunshots]
[suspenseful music]
[dripping]
[orchestral music]
[muffled shouting]
[knocking]
SMITH: Door is open.
[coughing]
Are you Smith?
Yup.
SMITH: [coughing]
[muffled sirens]
State your business beforeI blow myself the fuck up.
You do tattoos?
I'm retired.
I was told you
might recognize this.
You're a cop?
No, I'm not a cop.
You ever hear of the Yakuza?
No.
Well, let me give you alittle piece of free advice.
You meet one, you
go the other way.
Well, unfortunately
for me, Mr. Smith,
that advice comes a little late.
[eerie music]
[sirens]
MAN ON STREET: Say,
can you help me out?
There's a little legend thatgoes along with the blue tiger.
It's an ancient Chinese
legend, not Japanese.
It says that the
blue tiger is always
in search of the red tiger--
his spiritual counterpart.
And, sometimes,
they're drawn together
by passion, sometimes not.
But fate will always
see to it that they will
find each other in the end.
And when they do?
[snickers] Take your pickof the Chinese legends, honey.
Somebody ends up paying.
[laughter]
[restaurant chatter]
[speaking japanese]
[tires squeal]
[rapid gunfire]
[glass shattering]
[shouting]
[grunts]
[rapid gunfire]
[gunshots]
Ra!
[groaning]
[gasps]
[tires squeal]
[melancholy music]
SMITH: Every time
I work, I think
about those Tibetan monks.
The ones that make those
giant floor paintings
with colored sand.
Each grain
meticulously placed one
by one, until this amazing thingjust evolves out of nothing.
Sand-- most elemental
thing on Earth.
But you put those grainstogether in a certain way
and you get something
richer, more
detailed, and more
exquisitely beautiful
than you could imagine.
And, finally, when they lay thatthe last grain of sand down,
and the work's finished,they pick up their brooms
and sweep it all away.
[chuckles] [coughs]
GINA: [gasps]
[melancholy music]
DEALER: Here's you 40 caliber.
Very popular with
all the school kids.
[click]
Got ahead and try.
You still gotta aim, you know.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Turn around.
Take a beat on something.
Take aim and close your eyes.
OK, open them up.
If you're still seeing thesame thing you aimed at, then
the gun is weighted
right for you.
You want that one?
It feels good.
I'll take it.
I'm gonna need someregistration information,
then the gun is
yours in seven days.
Name?
Gina Hayes.
Address.
1607 Meadowside
Drive, Mar Vista, 90295.
DEALER: Occupation.
Mother.
[suspenseful music]
[sirens]
LANGUAGE TEACHER
[ON TAPE]: You're
in a popular Osaka restaurant.
Your friend, Kenji,
wants to introduce
you to a favorite dish.
Wouldn't you like to knowjust what kind of tasty
treat Kenji has in mind?
Listen and repeat.
[speaking japanese]
[speaking japanese]
[click]
EMILY: You were missed atMargery's cocktail party.
Oh, really?
Oh, uh-- and Dr.
Singh wants me to urge
you to return to Lakeview.
Mm.
Glad I got that
out of the way.
Well, I consider myself urged.
Oh, and Jackie,
Lynn, and Bob, they're
all relying on me to tell you--
or to ask you-- would
it be OK to stop by?
You know?
I know.
Just tell them not to worry.
I'm OK.
Uh, Gina-- you know, I
know how you must feel.
If I ever lost Sammy, Idon't know what I would do.
No, that's the problem, Emily.
You don't know how I feel.
You can think about
it all you want,
you can dream up
ways of helping me,
but you can't possibly
understand how I feel.
OK.
That's what
makes it so lonely.
EMILY: Gina, you're not alone.
Yes, I am.
Jesus Christ, Em, our kidsare supposed to bury us.
EMILY: OK, fine, I
don't know how it feels.
But I don't know how muchmore of this you can take.
You know, I'll be thejudge of how much I can take.
I mean, whatever it is--
I mean, what-- whateveryou're thinking of doing,
I'm asking you--
I'm pleading with you--
don't do it.
Just take some
time, let it heal.
There's an extra
room at our house
and you can always stay hereuntil things get better.
Go home, Emily.
Go pick up Sammy and givehim a big hug for me.
And kiss Rick.
Thanks for everything
you've done, Emily.
Gina.
Goodbye, Emily.
[dance music]
[SINGING] One, two,
three-- hit it.
[dance music]
[clink]
[shattering glass]
MAN: Renita?
Thanks.
[dance music]
We have not seen
you here before.
You are new here?
What is your name?
Come back.
Can we buy you drink?
[eerie music]
[panting]
Uh, this is my floor, sweetie.
Sayonara.
Oh.
[sighs]
[ding]
[laughter]
[MUSIC - "WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS]
WOMAN: How about this one here?
How much are those?
Over there.
SELLER: Oh, that's
$7 [inaudible]
WOMAN: What do you think?
WOMAN: Is that a noble?
SELLER: Yes, ma'am, that is.
Yeah, I think
we'll get this one.
I want this one.
Yeah, good.
I like this one.
Hey.
[grunts]
[crack]
[thud]
[groaning]
[gunshots]
WOMAN: [screams] Come on,let's get out of here!
Come on, come on!
[gunshots]
[phone ringing]
Mm.
Hai.
[ding]
SECURITY [ON RADIO]:
Sector seven--
I [inaudible] for you.
All right, [inaudible]
take a break.
Sector two, checking in.
All is clear.
Sign in.
Here you go.
Anyway, so--
SECURITY [ON
RADIO]: Stewart, can
you let Charlie know I
could use a little help
on the fourth floor?
4E.
[ding]
[suspenseful music]
Uh, yeah, Luigi's
on his way up.
You passed him.
[suspenseful music]
[thud]
Hey!
[gunshots]
[ding]
[muffled voices]
[shattering glass]
End it.
Just end it.
[dramatic music]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[gunshot]
[energetic music]
WOMAN: Taxi!
Taxi.
Just wait till it stops.
I will.
WOMAN: Just let it
[inaudible] Sammy.
OK.
Gina.
[sirens]
[outside voices]
[solemn piano music]
[mystical music]
GINA: It's beautiful, Smith.
It's beautiful.
SMITH: [coughing]
- Here's what I owe you.
There's a favorite
story of the Yakuza.
A great samurai warrior isgiven the duty to avenge
the death of his overlord.
So he finds the killer
and draws his sword.
And the killer
spits in his face.
The samurai turns
and walks away.
Why?
Because he would have
killed a man in anger.
It would have become a personalact, instead of the duty
that he was sent to perform.
[dance music]
Oh!
[thud]
[grunting] [yells]
[crack]
[groaning]
[thud]
[grunts]
[dance music]
[grunts]
[speaking japanese]
[thud]
[grunting] [speaking japanese]
[dance music]
Gonna need another sake.
Hello.
Would you like a refill?
Another drink-- gin and tonic?
Seltzer.
Marcus, I need a seltzer.
This is special.
Gotta take care of
my best customers.
[dance music]
[japanese] I hope this
drink is stronger than
the last one you brought me.
I think it's strong
enough for you.
You think so?
Mm-hm.
And what if I don't think so?
You have my
personal guarantee.
Not strong enough.
Oh, so sorry.
I told you.
You have my personal guarantee.
[snickers]
GINA: I hope you can
get the stain out.
I got other shirt.
GINA: Oh, yeah?
Well, why don't we just excuseourselves and go get it?
Sure.
[sniffs]
Come here.
[chuckles]
I hope you don't think
I'm too aggressive.
You know, Japanese womenare probably not like this.
[chuckles]
Oh, let me.
See, I like to get thesex out of the way first.
Hm.
That way we
don't have to spend
the whole evening wondering,are we going to do it?
Are we not going to do it?
You know what I mean?
You know what I really
like about Japanese men?
[giggles]
They're never shy.
Let's just play a little game.
I like games.
[chuckles]
Turn around.
So what's your name?
Any name that turns you on.
Uh, Daisy?
Daisy is fine.
[giggles] [SINGING] I
got a girl named Daisy,
she almost drive me crazy.
[click]
Daisy.
This is the age
of dangerous sex.
You should always know
who you're fucking with.
[chuckling]
[laughing]
You gonna shoot me? huh?
Do you know
where the beach is?
Venice.
Right near there is aresidential community, where
I used to live with my son.
I just thought you
might be curious.
[dramatic music]
[thump]
[grunts] Ah!
[panting] [screams]
[speaking japanese]
GINA: No, no!
Ah!
You put a gun on me, huh?
You put a gun on me, huh?
[grunts]
Who sent you, eh?
Who sent you?
[yells]
[thud]
[dramatic music]
[clanking]
[panting]
[speaking japanese]
[panting]
[crack]
[orchestral music]
[door slams]
[melancholy piano music]
[siren]
[gasps] Oh, it's you.
Now I remember.
It was you and another guyand a fire extinguisher.
[pained laugh] You saved
my life, didn't you?
That's a true or false question.
Sh.
Do you speak English?
[melancholy music]
[phone ringing]
[speaking japanese]
Hai.
[honking]
[eerie music]
[creaking]
[suspenseful music]
[water running]
[knocking]
[suspenseful music]
Who are you?
Detective
Lieutenant Sakagami--
Asian Crime
Investigation section.
You think you can
just walk in here?
SAKAGAMI: Yeah, I knocked.
Your door was unlocked.
Not a very smart thing
in this neighborhood.
What do you want?
I wanted to meet you.
I'm a big fan of your work.
You got a warrant?
I can get one if
you want to be formal.
On what charge?
Oh, I don't know-- affiliationwith known criminals,
conspiracy to commit murder.
Thanks to the fuzziness
of the RICO statutes,
I can take you in for just aboutanything-- real or imagined.
Then why don't you?
[groans] Look, I
don't think you've done
anything wrong per se.
What interests me most
is what you may know,
not what you've done.
It seems that first attacktouched off a little pissing
contest between
Soames and the Yakuza
for control of the
tour bus trade.
Tour buses?
You know, does
big diesel-farting,
blue-haired charter busesyou get stuck behind while
driving up to Hearst Castle.
Henry Soames owns the biggesttour bus company in California,
and the Yakuza
want a piece of it.
Damn, it's cold in here.
Anyway, you just seem a lotcloser to getting your finger
on the trigger man than we are.
And I'd like to
know just how close.
I can't help you.
I don't know a thing.
Oh, yeah?
So what the hell is this?
It's a tattoo, we know that.
It's Yakuza, we know that too.
Unfortunately, I
can't strip search
the entire population
of Little Tokyo,
like you apparently have.
Look, why don't
you just arrest me
or get the fuck out of my room.
You saw who had this
tattoo, Ms. Hayes.
And if you don't
cooperate, I can make
things very unpleasant for you.
Think about it.
[pants] [groans]
[door slams]
[solemn music]
[intense note]
[gasps] You came back.
Why?
Next time, knock.
Progress-- we're communicating.
One thing you should
know about me is I'm
not big on entertaining
strangers in my room.
My name's Gina.
Seiji.
[spark]
It's the carpet.
Well, nice to meet you, Seiji.
Now, when I come backout, if you're still here,
I call the police.
[door slams]
[thump]
Give me that.
It's mine.
It's just a bunch of
stupid old photographs.
[melancholy piano music]
That was a beach we
used to love to go to.
That's Halloween last year.
You still have not cried yet.
You can't, because you stillmust be strong for your son.
When you find
justice, you will cry.
How do you know?
I know.
Hey.
I know you're one of them.
I want you to know
that I'm going to find
the guy with the tattoo--
your friend.
He's not my friend.
Don't bullshit me.
What about the other night?
He's my brother.
[energetic music]
[siren]
[whoosh]
[grunts]
[thud]
[groaning]
[thud]
[japanese]
[solemn music]
[groaning]
[speaking japanese]
[ding]
[traffic]
[suspenseful music]
[motorcycle revs]
[suspenseful music]
[tires squeal]
[boom]
[japanese]
You do it?
We blew the shit out of 'em.
All of 'em?
One got away.
Find him.
And until then, I want
an army around me.
Teriyaki.
CORONER: [chuckles]
Oh, god.
[ringing]
Hello?
SAKAGAMI [ON PHONE]: Ms. Hayes?
Sakagami.
I just wanted to let you
know, blue tiger's dead.
It's over.
You can finally put
this all behind you now.
Go home.
Go back to your life.
If you're interested, youshould watch the news.
OK, bye.
REPORTER [ON TV]: At least17 are confirmed dead
in a massive midday explosionthat ripped through two floors
of a downtown office building.
The building's owner,
Takasu Tour Industries,
has long been suspected of linksto Japanese organized crime.
On-site investigators providedno additional details--
[knocking]
--except to say that therewere apparently no survivors.
[eerie music]
[creaking]
GINA: Seiji.
[solemn music]
[eerie music]
He was my only family.
I always wanted to be like him.
He was the best.
[tranquil music]
[panting]
[moaning]
[climactic music]
[moaning]
[car honks]
Seiji.
Why are you looking
at me like that?
No, but I--
I-- I thought--
[intense music]
Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me I'm wrong.
[gasps] [panting]
[cries] [panting]
Tell me what it felt like.
[intense music]
Tell me how it felt
to put a bullet
through a little
boy's chest, just 12
days before his sixth birthday.
[ANGRILY] Say something.
I need to know that
you felt something.
[YELLING] What did it feel like?
[cries]
[dark music]
[pants] Oh.
Oh.
[cries] Oh.
Oh, damn you.
Damn you.
[cries] No, get out.
Get out!
Get out.
Oh.
Get out, please.
Get out.
[door closes]
[tires squeal]
Freeze!
Come on, get down.
Bingo.
HK P9S.
If this little baby could talk,oh, what a story it would tell,
huh?
but why don't you
tell me instead?
In English, because myJapanese is a little rusty.
No sweat.
It's a long ride back.
We've got some serious qualitytime to talk things over.
Get him in the car.
Let's go
We'll stay close behind.
Personally, I don't
give a shit how many
Soames' goons you've killed.
Kill them all.
When they start pulling
bullets out of kids,
there's a different gig.
The bullet we pulled
from that little boy--
it was from a HK P9S.
Sayonara.
Oh, sorry about your brother.
Must be a real bummer, huh?
[snickers] You know what
really crawls my butt?
It's assholes like you thatcome over here and give
Asians like me a bad rap.
[creepy music]
Don't even think about it WhatI really don't get in all this
is the girl.
For life of me, I can't
get a fix on that part.
I mean, you blow away her kidand then you get cozy with her.
Go figure.
[thud]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[thump]
[tires squeal]
Damn.
[suspenseful music]
[knocking]
Smith?
Smith!
Smith?
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Come on.
What?
I need to ask you something.
SMITH: What?
I need to know how it ends.
How what ends?
The blue tiger, red tiger--
what happens in the end.
SMITH: [coughs] My
kingdom [inaudible]
What happens after they meet?
So you found it.
I have to know, please.
So you think
there's more going
on here than some bullshitChinese fairy tale, huh?
Something beyond
what you can explain
with that rational Western mind.
Don't play games with me.
I'm not playing
games with you.
Where there's clarity,
there's no choice.
And where there's
choice, there's misery.
You just stay quiet.
You'll know what to do.
[melancholy music]
SECURITY GUARD: It doesn't fit.
There's too many letters.
SECURITY GUARD:
Too many letters?
[inaudible] Hold on.
Hey, buddy?
Hold it.
You-- where do you
think you're going?
Oh, shit.
SECURITY GUARD: We
got a code three.
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[thud]
[suspenseful music]
[ding]
SECURITY GUARD: Code
three, code three--
I'm on my way.
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[thump]
Get on the [inaudible].
[dramatic music]
[ding]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[grunting]
[glass shattering]
[groaning]
[choking]
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[inaudible]
[gunshots]
[grunts]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
Ah!
SECURITY GUARD [ONRADIO]: Is anybody there?
Turn on a radio.
Front desk, do you hear me?
I want to know what's going on.
I want some guys sent up here.
Somebody up here right now!
Is anybody copying this?
[ding]
[climactic music]
You better listen to me andyou better listen right now.
I want somebody up here.
[inaudible] Listen,
I'm not playing around!
[ding]
I want somebody up here!
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[shouting]
[crack]
[suspenseful music]
[creaking]
[gunshot]
[bird squawking]
[click]
What a fucking mess
we have here, huh?
Those eyes-- how could Iever forget those eyes, huh?
You just don't get it, do you?
All this-- all this waste.
And for what?
Mountains will crumble
and I'll still be here.
[chuckles] But you--
you'll be gone.
Now, we can keep playing
this game forever
and I'll always come out on top.
Ah!
[gunshot]
[clink]
[eerie music]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[solemn music]
Gina.
[click]
Don't.
I will ask your son
for his forgiveness
when I meet him
in the next world.
You do that.
[suspenseful music]
[gunshot]
[thud]
[tranquil music]
[crying]
[eerie music]