Our flight will soon be landing at El Paso Airport.
I'll take this for you.
Please return to your seats and ensure that your seatbelts are fastened.
Thank you.
Please do not use the toilet.
Sir, please return to your seat-
Ah, sir!
Please return to your seat.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Wait fifteen minutes.
You can take a dump in a nice big toilet in El Paso, cowboy.
Don't be stupid!
Do as I say, or this plane's heading straight for the ground!
A C4 plastic explosive.
Set this plane on a course for Columbia, pilot.
This is a domestic flight! We don't have that kind of fuel!
So get some more in El Paso.
Come here.
You're lucky.
The man you punched out at that bar declined to press charges.
Say your name.
Duke Tougou.
Move those police back!
I'll kill everyone on board this plane!
Okay! I'll tell them to back off.
Hurry up and refuel the damn plane!
Pull any tricks and I'll blow this plane to hell!
We're getting it ready!
Wait just a little longer!
SWAT, can your snipers take him out?
It's no good.
Even from this position, we're too far away.
It's been a long time, Mr. Tougou.
Looks like you remember us.
I'm sorry.
This is Special Agent Howard of the FBI.
Michael Howard.
Nice to meet you.
Since when have the CIA and FBI been friends?
I'll explain that to you.
Step inside.
Ah, forgive me.
I'm not a fan of getting in a car first and showing my ugly back to others,
but in this case, I should go along with your preferences.
It looks like you've got some people after you.
The most powerful Mafia Don in Texas was killed.
I'm sure his men aren't taking that lightly.
You deliberately allowed yourself to be jailed and were waiting for a chance to leave Dallas.
Instead of doing that, why don't you just use us and walk straight out of Dallas?
The pay is three million dollars, cash.
You're the only person we can think of who can pull off the nigh-impossible shot that we require, Mr. Tougou.
No,
Golgo 13.
How long will the refueling take?
Thirty minutes, maybe.
Take too long, and people start getting ideas.
Jake Quade,
we've had our eye on him for the last six months, and had been planning on arresting him in a few days.
He's a cocaine dealer who dealt to top officials in the Pentagon.
He'd trade top-quality cocaine for top-secret military information,
then sell it for top dollar to intelligence agencies around the world.
He found out our plans and plotted an escape.
Passport checks on international flights are strict.
That's probably why he hijacked a domestic passenger flight.
But we don't want the information he has this time to be brought out of the states, no matter what.
It's the latest missile defense system.
Will you do it?
Why me?
It'll be quite difficult to approach the plane in a wide-open airport without being noticed.
If we make him mad, there's a chance he'll blow up the plane and take the passengers with him.
We need him taken out with one shot.
Putting that aside, there's just not enough time.
We'll try stalling him as long as we can.
I won't tell you to do this for my country, or for the 160 people aboard that plane.
We're hiring you because we have faith in your abilities as a professional.
Please.
Take the job.
I'll head to the airport as soon as I'm ready.
I'll take the job, if I make it in time.
Thank you, Golgo 13.
The reward and the data you need are in that car.
How much time do you need?
Four hours.
The cards have been dealt.
So, you run away if you see the FBI and CIA?
That damn Asian killed my dad!
If you're such damn cowards, I'll kill him myself!
Come in.
Oh, that's right.
Our field of work has been having tough times lately. We've retreated underground and are working quietly.
I've brought our guest.
Dave.
This is Mr. Golgo 13.
Wonderful!
I'm so happy to meet the real Golgo 13!
You tested me?
This business is built on trust, after all.
Show me another one.
You don't like the Hammerli?
It's a world-famous gun, made by the Swiss.
A 308 Winchester Caliber,
with a maximum range of 1400 meters,
an effective range of between 500 and 580 meters,
and bullets that leave the barrel at a speed of 2700 feet per second.
Fine, it'll do.
But modify it.
Lengthen the barrel to 32 inches and make it able to handle one cartridge size larger.
Don't forget to increase the amount of powder.
What kind of target are you hunting?
A football two kilometers away.
Have it ready in three hours.
That's impossible!
One hundred thousand for the gun.
Two hundred thousand
to have it ready on time.
Move those police cars!
The refueling was finished a long time ago!
Don't rush!
Even if you're going to South America, we need to get permission from the place you're landing at!
Don't bullshit me!
If you're not going to move them, I'll just go ahead on my own!
Wait!
We'll get a response, so-
Hey!
That's as much as we can do!
We need to shoot him somehow.
It's impossible.
The target point is right in front of the cockpit,
but since there aren't any obstacles out there, I can't move my men out.
They're presently a kilometer away from the plane in the grass,
but it's impossible to hit the target from that location.
If you fire a lot of shots, at least one will hit, right?
That's possible, but he'd blow up the plane while we were shooting at him.
I don't know any snipers who can take out a man a kilometer away.
I'm getting such a man ready.
Chief Flannagan!
Buy us more time, somehow.
He's going to end this.
Move the cars on the runway!
Slowly!
There's an hour and a half until the promised time.
What will you do, Chief Regan?
The tires!
Shoot out the tires!
Yes, sir!
HQ to Alpha!
Aim for the plane's tires.
Make it look like they were punctured.
Why leave so soon?
I've never had it like that before.
I can cancel my next client, so please.
Don't be such pussies!
Fire!
What did you bastards do?
T-The tire was punctured!
What?
It punctured and exploded!
Don't lie to me!
I-It's the truth!
Fix it, now!
Alright!
We'll get it ready now.
Now we can buy time.
No, this is bad.
The position we gave Golgo of the passenger plane has changed dramatically.
He'll have based his plan off the old data we gave him.
Which means...
The method he came up with won't work.
Three hours exactly.
Not even a minute off, yes?
The barrel is long, so I weighted down the stock.
It's well-balanced, yes?
It weighs 8.6 pounds.
Normally, they say a person should use a gun that's six or seven percent of their body weight,
but I'm sure you'll be fine with even this heavy gun.
How is it?
Well-made.
To aim for a target in a cockpit two kilometers away,
you're the only one who could do that.
That's impossible!
The only place left to target is the runway reserved for small planes, and that's much too far away.
What will you do?
I can look forward to the morning paper tomorrow, can't I?
Will Golgo appear?
No matter what the situation is, he never cancels work he's accepted.
Humans have something called a limit.
And I'm at mine right now!
If things drag on any longer, I'll make you regret it.
Wait!
Stay calm!
He's here.
It's Golgo.
Yes.
Golgo?
Golgo 13?
Alpha to HQ!
The target was taken out via sniper rifle!
Repeat,
the target was taken out via sniper rifle!
You said you didn't know any snipers who could take out a target at a one-kilometer range, yes?
He did that from two kilometers away.
He's a terrifying man.
I don't want to make an enemy out of him.
A target 500 meters away.
When light flashes through the darkness,
the trigger is pulled, and the cartridge falls to the road below.
Who is it who witnessed the sniping?
The pride of a detective chases Golgo into a corner.
Next time, on Golgo 13:
Room No. 909.
Don't stand behind him if you value your life.