Crying Freeman

Today is my birthday.

And for the first time in 20 years,

I am not alone.

You see, I met someone.

A man.

A killer.

And soon he will kill me.

It was supposed to be a holiday.

A trip to San Francisco to paint.

To rest.

I had to return to Vancouver

that very morning but I changed my mind.

That simple decision has sealed my fate.

Don't, please!

Please. Whatever they paid you...

...I can give you more.

Everything I have! Please!

For the love of God! Have mercy!

My name... is Yo.

Twenty years since my parents died.

Twenty years I've been alone.

I suppose I paint

what I'm afraid to wish for.

He is called the Freeman.

And now... he will free me.

- Thank you.

- Go right through.

- Hello.

- Hello. Open your case, please.

Of course.

Here you go, sir.

- What is this?

- Clay.

Clay? You're bringing clay

into the country?

I'm a potter.

Good pots are made from good clay

and a good potter makes his own.

The trick is to find the right mud.

I dry it, lump it into small pieces...

...and carefully sift it.

The object, obviously,

is to increase the claytal quality...

...so you end up with good plasticity

and a high refraction.

I've heard some people store their clay

for up to 20 years.

Miss, will I be breaking that record

at this counter?

- Is there a problem here?

- No.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Still using a different gun for each job?

Such a waste.

I'm going back.

Back where?

Go ahead. Pull the trigger.

I'm going home.

You have no home.

Pull it.

The Dragons were very happy

with the San Francisco killing.

The son is dead.

But the father is an old lion

and he still dreams of conquest.

Shimazaki can still bite.

Now he is here, in Vancouver.

Exactly where we want him to be.

- Looking for me, chief?

- Yeah. Detective Netah, Detective Forge.

Detective Netah's with Interpol.

He's your new boss.

You'll find out the rest

along with everyone else.

See you in there.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen! Thank you.

I'd like to introduce you

to Mr. Shimazaki of the Hakushin Society.

Now, Mr. Shimazaki is here

as a Japanese citizen...

...who, as he puts it, wishes to avoid

any unnecessary bloodshed.

I'd also like to introduce you

to Detective Netah from Tokyo.

He's here as a kind of,

let's say, cultural liaison.

It's thanks to him that we can discuss

this situation with Mr. Shimazaki today.

I am Shimazaki...

...Lord of 26,000 subjects

and leader of the Hakushin Society.

On August 4th, in San Francisco...

...my son died.

Unworthy death

at the hand of an assassin.

A woman who lives in your city

witnessed the murder.

Her name is Emu O'Hara.

The assassin will come to kill her.

You will not interfere.

We give him the woman

or else he calls out his gangs.

It's gonna be a goddam bloodbath.

He wants us to leave the broad

wide open. It's a f***ing setup!

That's out of line!

Come on, we're cops.

Do you wanna get involved?

- We're here to serve and attack.

- Now.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Look, we're obviously in a very

tricky political situation here.

We gotta keep our cool.

The man who murdered my son

is here in your city.

He is here to kill the witness...

...simply because she saw his face.

This is his code.

Code? What kind of killer is he?

He belongs to

an ancient Chinese warrior cult...

...called The Sons of the Dragons.

He is their executioner.

A single man, very powerful.

They need no other.

Christ! Sounds like a f***ing video game!

Next thing, we'll be playing

Dungeons and Dragons.

Uh-uh.

Attack of the Yakuza Killers from Mars.

- It's a bestseller. My kid's got it.

- OK, come on, come on!

Mr. Shimazaki doesn't joke, gentlemen.

The roots of The Sons of the Dragons

are very old and run very deep.

Fourteen centuries ago, the Manchus

overthrew the Chinese emperor...

...and instituted the reign of terror.

mounted a revolt.

The Manchus destroyed

all but five of the monks.

These five founded

the society of The Sons of the Dragons.

They became the guardian

of the Chinese people...

...struggling against

injustice and oppression.

They have one killer... the Freeman.

Legend has it that the Dragon

breathes within this man...

... that he cannot die.

His bodies change.

He could be Chinese, American,

Japanese. Any color, any race.

But he is always the Dragon,

always the same man. A superkiller.

Part fact...

...part wishful thinking?

Who knows?

The Sons of the Dragons exist!

So does the Freeman.

They are fanatics, criminals!

You have 48 hours to find him.

After that, well...

You have been warned.

Stay here.

Sh*t! Move out of the way!

Watch out!

Yo.

The Yakuza will think twice

before they return to China.

The murderers are dead. Both of them.

We have our revenge.

It is as it should be.

Do it quickly. Without thought.

Look, I really don't know anything.

I can't help you.

- It all happened...

- So fast. Yes, I know.

She doesn't seem

to know much of anything.

How about we got over her deposition

to the San Francisco police once more?

But nothing in this deposition

indicates that she ever mentioned Yo!

But that's what she said

when she saw him today.

Do you think she withheld critical

information from the police, Forge?

If she has, it's a serious charge, Detective.

Yo.

Is this a Japanese name?

Is he Japanese?

Fine. You're free to go.

But you see...

...you should understand, Miss O'Hara...

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