Ghost Warrior

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Stop him!

Damn it!

Get her back!

They're getting away!

Stop him!

Go around!

There they are!

Stop right there!

Stand back!

Yoshimitsu-sama...

I accept my defeat.

This is my destiny.

I accept my defeat.

I accept my destiny.

Please understand that.

Hold it!

Yoshimitsu-sama!

Look.

There's a cave down there.

Maybe it was formed

by the river stream.

Hmm.

Wow. Look at this.

I wonder how long this cave

has been around.

Hmm.

Geez. It's kind of spooky.

It's fine.

It's cold in here.

I don't want to go any further.

Then, you stay here.

I'll go check a little bit deeper.

I first heard about it on the news.

A few scattered reports

of a 400-year-old body

found frozen in the ice.

It was the kind of story

that sparks the imagination,

gives newscasters

something to joke about,

and then fades into oblivion.

For me, it was a job opportunity.

And, at first, this looked

like just another assignment...

Excuse me, I have an appointment

with Dr. Richards.

- I'm Alan Richards.

- Hi. I'm Chris Welles.

Yes, I know.

Thank you.

How do you do?

Let's get to work, shall we?

You know what this is about?

President Shogun?

What else have you heard?

They found this man frozen in ice,

chipped him out,

and sent him to you for an autopsy.

Well, it's more than that.

Much more.

My field is Oriental History,

and they questioned me closely,

trying to determine

the limits of my experience.

My weak point was that

I could speak little Japanese.

But they let that pass.

Something more important

was on their minds.

They weren't going to

perform an autopsy.

They were going to bring that man

back to life.

- Body fluids, stable.

- Good.

Dr. Richards, double-check please.

Very good, Ellie.

Carl, do you have a reading

on cerebral stats?

35.9...36.

7.5 minutes to stabilized brain temperature

before neuro-disintegration.

Carl, brainwave stats.

Brainwave monitor

functioning is steady at zero.

Very well.

What's your body core temperature?

Fahrenheit 98.4, .5, .6...

We have critical.

Engage thermal capacitor, now.

One thing, if this goes wrong,

anybody finds out about it...

I hear you.

Scalpel.

Let's do it.

Suction.

Cerebral and core, steady at 36.

Cardiac stimulant, mark?

90 seconds, mark.

Respirator on... now.

Okay, Carl, let's hook him up.

Stand by for bypass.

Pumping.

Ready for electro-shock.

- Sixty seconds.

- Okay. Stand by.

Fifty-five seconds...

- Clear.

- Hit it.

ALAN:

Nothing. What's the count?

- Forty seconds.

- Clear.

Go.

Thirty seconds.

- We're running out of time, Alan.

- I know, I know.

Come on, let's do it!

Let's go! Up the volt!

- Clear.

- Again.

Flush him out, Ellie.

Twenty.

Hit it, Pete.

- Ten seconds.

- Goddamn it, hit it, Pete!

Wait. Listen.

- We did it.

- We did it! We have brain activity!

Beautiful. That's beautiful.

Weeks passed,

and the samurai's condition

continued to improve.

I went about my research

as discreetly as possible,

for Alan had ordered

complete secrecy.

The Institute and his career

were on the line.

This is something special.

It suggests a real master.

It looks sharp.

The old katana had the sharpest,

hardest, best-tempered blades

in the world.

They were the soul of the samurai.

The great swords --

and this is a great one --

were thought to have

a life of their own.

A spirit,

the embodiment of bushido.

- The Way of the Warrior.

- Yes.

A samurai spent his entire life

preparing for death.

So at the critical moment,

he could face it without hesitation.

And the autopsy?

How is it going?

I'm not supposed to discuss it.

I'll be in touch.

I look forward to it.

Thank you, Professor.

Bye-bye.

Hi, stranger.

What do you got for me?

Not much so far,

but I did some research on the sword.

These are a real find, Alan.

They're made by Kunimitsu,

one of the greatest swordsmiths ever.

These are the best of the best.

They're worth a fortune

on the open market.

Great.

He was a first-rate samurai, a master.

Well, I wonder

what he's going to think of us.

Oh...

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

Stay there.

Don't move!

Just stay right there!

Stay right there.

Dr. Richards!

Dr. Richards!

Fantastic.

Incredible.

This is truly incredible.

- What's he saying?

- I can't make it out.

Yoshi... something.

- That must be his name.

- Yoshi.

We took his swords.

We shouldn't have done that.

No one's going to hurt him.

Tell him that.

No one's going to hurt you.

Look at him.

We've got to show him

that this isn't a nightmare,

that he's not crazy.

- Can I get his things?

- You want to return his swords?

We have to.

It's his only link

to the world he knows.

So?

So, if we don't,

he'll think he's a prisoner.

A samurai would prefer death.

Be ready for anything.

Let's leave him for now.

Hi.

Day after day,

I surrounded him

with things from his past.

And day after day, I studied him,

hoping for a sign of trust,

of recognition...

...of anything.

Go on.

Sake.

Sake.

Those swords, what are they worth?

No, really, how much?

More than most people

make in a lifetime.

How's the patient?

Why does he do that?

Maybe he doesn't like you.

No, I'm serious.

I'm worried about brain damage.

He doesn't respond very well.

Now, you.

No, it doesn't work like that.

Okay, Charlie, I want the swords!

Jonathan...

Jonathan Martin...

No one dresses

a woman like Jonathan Martin.

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