American Ninja 2: The Confrontation Page #2

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not that I can see.

Everything seems to be aII right.

Screw it. Let's go for a swim.

Yeah. Come on.

- No, I'II stick around.

- Come on, guys.

Nobody's gonna steaI it.

Hey, CharIie, Bert! Wait up!

The army's gonna stay on the beach.

- What do you think?

- Keep an eye on TayIor.

(engine starts)

Yah!

(snap!)

(he screams)

Where the heII's your friend?

I don't know. I'm gonna go Iook for him.

You guys get this back in the water.

Let's go.

(shouts in Japanese)

(snap!)

(he wails)

Joe!

This way.

Ninja? What the heII are ninja?

A secret Japanese society,

expert in the art of assassination.

What wouId Japanese assassins

be doing in this part of the worId?

I beIieve they were trying to kidnap us, sir.

What wouId these guys

be grabbing you morons for?

That's enough, Sergeant.

Escort these three men outside.

And if a word of this gets out,

I'II have you shot, you understand?

This is the most ridicuIous story

I've heard in my Iife.

My other four men were abducted

by these same ninja?

- Yes, sir.

- But why?

- Are they working for the Russians?

- We don't know.

Sh*t. I guess

I'II have to aIert the ambassador.

If you give us a few more days,

we can come up with something.

- Can you?

- We do have a Iead, sir.

OK. You got one week, but I don't Iike it.

They were there on the beach,

I'm teIIing you, Sarge.

Ninjas my ass! You guys

were over at Mangrove IsIand

taking care of the IocaI taIent, right?

You may have got away

with that in the army,

but you sure as heII

ain't gonna get away with it here.

- Loves you guys.

- Yeah. CharIie, where's TayIor?

He had a phone caII.

- (man) Who are they?

- I don't know who they are.

- They're rangers, not marines.

- Rangers?

They're cipher cIerks, joined us today.

They fight like professionals.

The blond one could almost be a ninja.

- A ninja?

- Yes. l want him dead.

Bring him to the Blind Beggar

tomorrow alone.

(sighs) Yeah, OK.

OK, I'II try, man, but it's dangerous.

OK.

(creaking)

ReIax. It's TayIor. I need your heIp.

- What is it?

- Look, I can't taIk now.

But you know the BIind Beggar

on Buccaneer Street?

Meet me there tomorrow at 1500.

And come aIone.

(door shuts)

(woman) You want some, mister?

(woman) Over here!

(man) Hey, man, open the door.

(woman) I'm open.

(people chatting indistinctly)

Stranger here, ain't you?

- Excuse me.

- Hey, Yankee asshoIe.

When I taIk to you, answer me.

Nice and poIite.

(gristly crunch)

(bone cracks)

(moaning)

# You asked me to come over

# Ain't ever been easy

# Every time the phone calls

# l remember your kiss

# l know what you'll be thinking

You got trouble in your eyes

# Here we are again... #

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