Hard Boiled Page #5

I got over it.

- And if you couldn't crack a case?

- Suicide.

- C'mon. Worse than that.

- Sometimes, yes.

What a shitty likeness!

It took me two days to see it.

In fact, I know him.

He lives at Clearwater Bay.

Foxy, what a winner, right?

It could have been easier.

- So?

- Pang says he's a triad.

Beware, he's an undercover.

Be very careful.

If you speak to him,

tell him there's no need...

to kill or be killed

to crack a case.

There are better ways.

- You got a guy called Vodka?

- Vodka? Tequila.

- A heavy-duty cop.

- I don't give a sh*t who he is.

Tell him to back off.

I don't want no hassles.

That man will wreck everything. You

want another funeral in the department?

Point taken. I'll stop him.

And get that export license.

Johnny doesn't do that shipment...

I don't find out where

his depot is located.

Give me a day, okay?

Customs are a snap.

- Be cool. You'll get what you want.

- What about my Swiss bank account?

- Buttoned up.

- And what about the house in Guam?

- Does it have a walled garden?

- I'm not playing this game, Tony.

If you don't want to do this job,

you're free to quit.

And live where?

Just stay real.

What's up?

Don't trust me?

You know I always deliver the goods,

Superintendent.

It's your birthday.

You forgot?

A present.

I had forgotten.

So busy being a gangster,

I don't know which me is real.

And you're the only guy

that remembered it anyhow.

Don't forget that.

What is it? You still upset.

Looking for a little revenge?

What should I call you?

Not really a criminal.

But not exactly a cop.

What's your rank? Sergeant?

Inspector? Joker?

- Should I salute you?

- If you like.

To you I'm a thief.

To my mother, a son.

To the triads, I'm a hero.

- Could we ever be friends?

- You've got the gun.

You can tell me to go out

and milk a cow, and I'll do it.

I'm sorry, I don't like milk.

What's with all

these paper cranes?

You bored?

Maybe you feel lonely here?

You know, I've always

hated making cranes.

I make one each time

I kill somebody.

How about it?

Shall I make you one?

No, thanks.

And if you get killed,

who'll make yours?

Why don't you and I work together?

Make a paper vulture for Johnny Wong?

Because I don't have time.

You make it for him. I've got to go.

I hate in-house funerals.

I write all the music each time.

A cop dies, and I have

to play a tune for him.

I really don't want

to do that for you.

Get out!

Johnny Wong's here.

- How do we keep in touch?

- I'll send you a crane.

Be good.

You're on your own.

You two-faced bastard.

Damn you, you called the cops.

Check the place.

Alan, I've been after this

bastard for a long time.

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