American Ninja 5 Page #3

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[Game Boy beeping]

- Naw. It couldn't be.

- Yeah.

Hiro.

I told you to call the police.

I did. They told me

to stop watching TV.

Oh, making a compass, huh?

So, where are we heading?

Looks like, uh... southeast.

South America?

- Such a chatterbox.

- Listen, when we land--

He speaks.

You're getting on the

first plane back to Florida.

But you need me, Joe.

Like a bad cold I need you.

- Where are we?

- Be quiet. I'm looking.

- What are you doing?

- You don't know doritos?

I know doritos.

I found a whole case of them.

Want some?

Just be quiet.

And chew quietly.

Welcome to Venezuela.

Thanks.

Psst.

Hiro.

- How did you get here?

- You miss me?

- You look terrible.

- I'm OK.

- I came to say goodbye.

- What do you mean, goodbye?

I'm taking the next flight out.

- How'd you get a ticket?

- You to wonder, me to know.

What-- wait a minute.

What?

Maybe you should stick

around for a while.

- Why?

- Maybe I could use your help.

I didn't quite hear that.

I said I could use your help.

- My help?

- Yeah.

You need me?

- Just for a little while.

- Well... I don't know, Joe.

- I've got a plane to catch.

- Oh.

OK. Well, fine.

Adios, Hiro.

Wait.

- Under one condition.

- What?

You teach me ninjitsu.

- I don't teach kids.

- Why not?

Listen, Hiro,

this is important, now.

I need you to go find

the American Embassy.

- Bring back some help, OK?

- OK.

- What now?

- I was right, wasn't I?

- Now what?

- You are a decent guy.

Get out of here.

And be careful.

If you do not cooperate, Doctor,

the consequences will be--

No! Wait!

- Lisa!

- Daddy!

What's the meaning

of this, Glock?

I think you know.

You have exactly one minute to

reconsider your position, Doctor.

What's going on?

I was such a fool.

They've used me.

But, Lisa, I have created

the perfect insecticide.

Z-B-12 works within seconds

and leaves no toxic residue.

That's fantastic, Daddy.

I thought so, too.

I thought so, too.

But in high concentration,

Z-B-12 destroys the

nervous system of humans,

and Glock wants me to make

gas bomb for General Zubino.

He's a madman, a maniac.

But I'll stop them.

When they test it,

it will backfire,

and Glock and General Zubino

will die.

- But you'll be there, too.

- I don't care.

No! Wait!

Have we reached

a compromise yet, Doctor?

Compromise?

- The boy stays.

- You better stay, son.

[phone rings]

- Yes. Who is it?

- It's me-- Halden.

- Well, Ambassador?

- He claims to be American.

He has no passport.

I'm checking.

If he is, it could be

a problem for us.

I pay you for solutions,

not problems, Mr. Halden.

Don't worry. As we speak,

he's on his way to Krikesh Prison.

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