- So, is your wife worried about you? - There's nothing to be worried about.
She prays for me whenever I'm on a job.
Hold onto a woman like that.
- Good morning! Up so early? - Yes.
- How many Playboys have you read? - Read? I just look at the centerfold.
Chung! Are the "Birds" here yet?
Three are, but the "King Bird" hasn't shown.
Keep watching!
- Lionheart, are you receiving me? - Go ahead!
- What's happening? - The invasion is about to begin!
Okay. Let's get real. We're not here to fool around.
- Have you ever considered emigrating? - No. This is my home.
If I'm going to die, I want to be buried here.
I couldn't get used to living abroad.
To have early tea time-- impossible.
- There are Chinese restaurants abroad. - But we got the original.
- How old is your son? - Seven. Here's his picture, look.
- Got some great birds. - No shit.
Of course, or I wouldn't buy them.
Chinese-made guns, brilliant. The pigs won't know what hit them.
- I like that. - Very good price...
'cause they're made in China.
But they can bust through two oil drums, come out and kill a guy.
- Yeah, yeah, you selling us shit? - We don't sell no shit!
This'll make us all rich.
- My treat. - Here.
- Police! Freeze! - Nobody move!
- Are you all right? - Yeah. Go.
Get out of the way, asshole.
Watch out! Get down! Get down!
Don't come in!
Are you hurt bad?
Get out!
Oh, well done. You're such an asset.
Give the guy a gun and he's Superman. Give him two and he's God.
Do you know who you've just killed there?
One of my key witnesses. I've hunted this jerk for a long time!
But I wanted him alive. And I nearly had him!
Now, thanks to you, I'll never have him.
- It's a shame. A pity. - What is?
That we didn't nail these jerks.
You've changed, Tequila. You were so sensitive in cadet college.
You're so hard now.
- Too hard now? - They're even harder.
Had a good friend in him.
We can't have everything in life.
Alan, I...
Mr. Hui wants to know why you betrayed him.
- Listen, I didn't betray him, honestly. - Yeah, you did.
- Do you remember what happened? - It was all so fast.
It was more like a dream.
- What's the story? - Dead for about two hours.
Shot at close range, no resistance.
- Anyone find the gun? - Not yet.
You know, this guy looks familiar. I've seen him on the Wanted list, I think.
- Give it to me in half an hour. - Right.
The dead guy was Malay Chinese. Terrorist history:
arms dealing between '78 and '81 in Asia and North Africa.
Malaysia, Thailand, Singapore-- they all want to get hold of him.
Came to Hong Kong in '85 to smuggle arms.
He used to work for Hui, but that ended when Johnny Wong bought him out.
We know the murder weapon was a Davis .32 according to the files.
We have no one on record that would use one.
Afraid that's all I have here.
What a drag this is, I can't even afford a pigsty.
There's no way I can.
How can I get hitched without a decent place for the boss to live?
Just because I'm single, I can't get Government housing.
I'll take to the streets.
You can stay at the YMCA, 300 a day, discount for stayers.
Why not try it?
Jazz bar, I'll stay there!
Least you'll get plenty of "sax" there.
Who's sending your woman these exquisite flowers?
- She's had a lot of them lately. - Is that illegal?
Ma'am, more flowers for you.
I need help.
My love life's falling apart.
My lady and I aren't getting along these days. So, please, try and help.
Thank you. I'd really appreciate a new pad too.
Tequila.
What's with all these? You sick or something?
I'm sick, all right.
Is it a broken heart? Play your cards right, and I'll come back.
Wonderful! I can hang around a few more years hoping you'll grow up.
- I didn't know you liked white roses. - Well, you wouldn't.
You never told me.
I never told him either, but he's more interested in me than you are.
Listen to him.
He asks if you're lonely and do you need a man for anything?
I can read. I just want the tune. Thanks.
- Anything else? - Nothing.
I've got the things you left behind. Want them?
Your underwear.
She seems pretty happy with the flowers.
Really? Didn't know she liked roses.
- You'd better send some of your own. - If she's good, I will.
What is it?
Tone deaf and dumb.
"Lion near trap stop the investigation."
Superintendent, what's up?
What's going on with that arms case?
At this moment, not very much at all.
Well, keep at it.
- Hulk! Come here. - Coming!
- Yes, what is it? - I'm full already.
Nonsense. Hungry guys don't work well.
Beef jerky.
- Smart work you did in the library. - It's my job.
Hey, Alan, don't forget who left the gun there.
Good guy.
That's why he needs to eat, right?
Mr. Hui treats us like kids, always at us to eat more.
I'm an old-timer. And I know that respect and face are vital.
- I'm old-fashioned. - It works, though. We respect you.
Alan, if I did something bad, how would you treat me?
There's worse guys than you around.
It's just an idea. Why not go and check out Hawaii?
You might like it. Perhaps you could stay?
You could have a new home, maybe.
I was born in this place, and I'll die here.
Alan, I've got responsibilities. I can't just pack up and leave.
I thought you might like it.
Keep an eye on this little eel. You can never trust him.
My apologies. Here, nothing in my hands.
Mine are full.
What? What's up?
Johnny says he wants a word.
South America wants its arms. We don't have them. What can we do?
Use another supplier. If we can't get it together, who can?
I don't want to make a scene. Let the teahouse incident die down.
This way, please.
Johnny, can you trust Alan?
Got to risk it.Jimmy needs replacing. Life's about taking chances.
How's it going? Sorry we're late, Johnny.
This is Alan. No need for introductions, is there?
Funny we've never met. I've known about you for ages.
- I'm antisocial. - Too busy for the high life? Sit.
Right. I'll be frank, I like your style.
- Are you happy with old Hui? - Yes, I am.
Alan, you should set your sights higher.
With your talents, you should be making big bucks.
My arms business is real money. It's worldwide.
Wherever there's war, there's Johnny.
Most things go in and out of fashion-- except war, my friend.
When I say real money, I mean it.
Everyone knows you have the Midas touch.
Will I have you as well?
If Mr. Hui's alive, I'm loyal to him.
Good. I like loyalty.
I paid out a fortune to get that Jimmy working on my side.
And he brought a lot of potential business with him.
You wasted him with one bullet.
Ability like that is rare. I forgive you.
Well, I respect honesty.
But I came here today to get to know you.
I'm not here to discuss business.
You got it. I still like your style.
Who the fuck did that? Wait till I get them! Bastards!
"GUN RUNNERS KILLED IN POLICE SHOOTOUT"
"POLICEMAN AND BYSTANDERS DIE IN GANGSTER CARNAGE"
"TRIADS DEFY LAW IN ILLICIT GUN TRADING"
"MAJOR SMUGGLING SYNDICATES INVOL VED"
Stop! Stop!
Pissant! Listen up punk. You murdered a cop, a guy in the teahouse.
He was my friend. Your thugs also killed a lot of innocent customers.
I'm on your case, scum. If I find anything, I bust you.
A souvenir.
Hi there, pal. A souvenir.
I don't think it's the best place to kill him.
Leave it.
Don't want it?
Or too small for you? What a waste!
- I'm waiting for the big one. - Real smart, guy. It'll cost you.
- How much do you think? - Hundred grand.
The police wouldn't cough it up. Thirty.
I go through bloody hell for you. I even get a gun held to my head.
Spare me the tears. My first offer or forget it.
My mom warned me to stay away from cops.
Johnny'll do over Hui's arms cache tonight.
This is the spot. Be careful with that jerk, Tequila.
He's not quite sane.
I'll see you after the fireworks at the jazz bar.
Right.
I fixed up your ma at the old folks home.
- Thanks. - See her when you can.
I'll see her when I'm big-time. No problem.
Money's in the bucket.
Ma'am, more roses have come.
Call the armory right now and get us all kitted out for tonight.
- Don't we need Pang's say-so? - I say so.
Hello? Armory? Lionheart here.
My boss wants heavy-duty issue for tonight.
Yeah, I'll get them later. Don't ask, tell you later.
"Don't ever bite your own tail again."
- Will we need more back-up? - No, it's not a war, we can handle it.
- All right, you two. Out, out, out! - Yes sir.
Two cops had their guns stolen. Check it out.
And lay off the gun-running job.
I've spent God knows how many hours working on this bloody case.
- And you tell me to lay off? - You shut up!
Just get on with it, right?
Maybe you'd like to do an encore.
Enjoying the performance?
This is my office. Show me some respect.
This may be your goddamn office, Tequila.
But the whole station's mine.
You know, you're really full of shit. The toilet's over there.
Hello? Hold on a second. Alan.
I'll need your help tonight.
I'm sure I can count on you.
Right. What can I say but yes?
I'll send someone to pick you up.
We're moving the guns tonight.
- Raid my own boss's arsenal? - Got it. And kill him as well.
I can't force you. I just want to know if we can be partners.
You'd be one hell of an asset.
Either we conquer the world, or you kill me tonight with this.
No regrets, either.
I have my own.
Mr. Hui, it's a raid!
All right, come here.
Load up the stuff. Move it.
Over here.
Alan, I've done my part. You get in there.
You've already destroyed him. No need to kill him.
You think he'd let me live if he was here with a gun?
Not a chance. In this world, the man who holds the gun wins.
The real fact is he's in my way, and he's got to die.
He doesn't want big bucks, but I sure as hell do.
His low prices are killing my market.
I'm losing out.
So don't blame me. It's what you've got, not how you made it. All right?
Okay, load her up.
Everything else depends on you now, Alan.
If you can't do it when he gets here, I can.
You know where your bread's buttered.
Go.
Alan, you stinking traitor. Fuck you. You goddamn little shit.
Lonny, drop that gun. Drop it!
And the rest of you, drop them!
Drop your guns!
Alan, I see this is where I check out.
Mr. Hui, what are your weapons doing down there?
Maybe surrendering? Or scared to death?
- Bastard! - Stop! Stop it, idiot, cool it.
Put your effing guns down. Idiots!
Johnny, if I die-- that's fine...
but surely you don't have to kill all my boys?
Johnny, he's right. Why waste any bullets on shit?
It's up to you this time. Whatever you want, that choice is yours.
Johnny, you're a smart guy.
I'd like to talk to Alan alone. Yes or no?
Mr. Hui, you'll need more than words.
Now, everything changes.
It isn't always pleasant either, and there isn't always a choice.
Like Hawaii. I didn't go because I knew this day would come.
Someone had to sell me out to him. But I read you all wrong.
An error of judgment. One of those things.
Please, release the guys.
Look, I'm happy to die, but not by the hands of that bunch of rotten goatshit.
- I want you to shoot me, Alan. - Shoot you?
Shoot me.
Go on, do it. Finish the job.
There's no way out. Either you kill me, or I kill you.
- Mr. Hui! - Don't move! Hold it!
Boss! Mr. Hui!
Kill him! Kill that guy!
- Forget it, you get out. - Bullshit, I'll kill him.
It isn't worth it. Cool, dude.
- Go for it. - Yep.
Who is he?
We both know him. How come he didn't shoot me?
Yuen, I told you already to lay off the case.
Tell me who he is!
- A triad. - Triad?
I wish he were. Somehow I don't think he is.
If I see him, he's a dead duck. Just thought I'd tell you.
Sergeant Yuen, get back here!
I don't have to tell you the reasons.
- Remember that. - It'd be a smart move, nonetheless.
If I'd had slugs the other night, I'd have killed a cop.
Aren't we self-righteous.
As a matter of fact, back at the teahouse, you did.
Yeah, it's not the first time. Accidents happen.
Please, Tequila. Sacrifices.
On duty, a police officer bravely sacrifices his life!
Sacrifices? Is that what you call it?
You'd better tell us who are the cops and who are the thieves...
and why you want us to kill each other?
Better buckle down to the job and forget all the questions.
Let me say this, you're under my command, not the other way around.
You want to ask why?
There's a hundred questions you ain't gonna get answered.
Like why do cops need search warrants and not thieves?
Why do cops have to write reports when they use a gun and robbers don't?
Why are known murderers considered innocent until proven guilty...
and why does the burden of proof lie on us, not on them?
Why?
If I knew the answer to that, I'd be the superintendent.
All right? What I say is this.
I lost a good friend back there when Ah-Lung checked out in the teashop.
I don't give a shit what happens to me, all right...
but I'll get that human garbage and burn him.
God help anybody who tries to stop me.
Sergeant!
If you step out of line again, you'll be out of a job.
- It'll be one more problem. - I'm shaking.
That's what being a cop is all about.
Can't beat the system even if you're right.
Don't fit, don't play. I thought there would be justice.
Every time a bastard got off, I lost more faith.
But at the end of the day, 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 shit 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.