When did he?
Robert Horton.
A mafia heavyweight who's been rapidly expanding his influence on Wall Street recently.
If we don't act,
he's sure to use his organization's power to disrupt market conditions not only in America,
but throughout the entire world for his own advantage.
We at the SEC have held a number of meetings to determine how to best deal with this problem,
and the final outcome of the discussion was...
So we're unanimous, then.
We decided that the only way to protect the world's financial markets is to eliminate him.
The reward is three million dollars.
Well, Mr. Golgo 13?
Where can I find the target?
Horton is a cautious man.
He'll never show an opening when he's out in the city.
The only place to get him is when he's in his office on 7th Avenue.
But...
That office is, well...
It's the 31st floor of the Harrison Building.
It's 300 feet off the ground.
I've told you not to loiter around here before.
Gimmie a break, Charlie!
Wait!
Hey!
Get started.
Carol!
Measure the distance from the floor to that point and the final place the bullet ended up.
Accurately.
I'll take care of it, Sam.
Eddy...
Calmed down a bit?
I apologize for being hysterical.
It's understandable.
However, Miss Peggy,
as a police officer I need to hear your story in order to catch the guy who did this.
I understand.
Mr. Horton had just returned from Europe.
Was that in his itinerary?
Yes.
He came here directly from the airport and arrived here around five o'clock, just as his itinerary said.
What was the precise time he came in?
Just around five.
And?
As soon as he came in,
Mr. Horton asked me to raise the blinds.
This is a southern facing window, so we leave them down during the day,
but Mr. Horton loved to see the sun set on the city.
And the second I finished raising the blinds...
It's not your fault, Peggy.
This was the work of a professional.
He made his plan based off a thorough analysis of the target's movements and habits.
And he made it with one shot, at sunset, when it's easy to miss.
I'm not even sure where to start looking for clues.
He could've shot from any one of those buildings.
We can narrow it down.
Based off the direction the bullet traveled, it's either the Fiver Building or the Electrical Central Building.
From the roof of either one of those places?
It would be about 100 meters from the Fiver Building,
and 200 or so from Electric Central,
but neither of those are out of the question for a talented sniper.
This is the height from the floor of both of those points.
Good timing.
If we know the vertical angle, we can find which roof he shot from.
Are you sure about this?
Of course, I was careful, Sam.
What's wrong?
The bullet hole in the window is one hundred and seventy centimeters from the floor.
The bullet went through the victim's head
and embedded itself in the wall at a height of 173 centimeters.
Which means?
The bullet came in at an angle slightly above the horizontal.
In other words, it was fired from somewhere lower than this room.
But the roofs of both of those buildings are higher than this room.
It wasn't shot from the roof.
But neither of those buildings have windows.
A gondola?
Maybe at night,
but he'd stand out too much during the day.
So where'd the bastard fire from, then?
Detective.
Charlie found this during his patrol.
36 caliber long rifle rimfire ammo.
It was 5 PM when he picked it up, just about the time when Horton was assassinated.
When I picked it up the case was still warm,
like it had just been fired.
Where did you pick it up?
Here.
In an alley in front of East McGregor Apartments.
I don't think it's got anything to do with the case, Sam.
There's more than 500 meters between this point and 7th Avenue.
It basically matches the direction of the bullet, but...
I can see it.
But Sam, it's over 500 meters away!
Carol!
Yes sir.
Take this to forensics.
Now.
Yes sir.
Let's go, Eddy.
Are you serious?
Hey.
Let's say, hypothetically, that that round was fired by our sniper.
Why does he have to pick a spot that's 500 meters away?
There are a lot of other places closer.
A professional is going to choose the place with the highest possibility of success.
Normally, yes.
And even if he is our guy,
we're not going to find anything.
He pulled off his job. He's probably long gone.
Even so, as long as we can get some clue as to who he is...
I'm gonna catch this guy.
This place is 30 stories tall,
but from the angle of the bullet, we can rule out any place lower than the 25th floor.
Damn it, I hate this wind.
It's been blowing like this since morning!
Damn, it's cold.
A southern wind...
It'd be a tailwind, but just in case...
It's me, Frank.
Get the weather people on the phone and find the weather conditions from 5 PM today.
I need details.
A suspicious person?
We've got 909 rooms here.
What kind of person was this?
Mr. Tougou in Room 909, the last room.
From the name, he sounds like a Japanese guy.
He was probably an athlete, a really tough guy.
He rented the room three days ago.
He signed a short term contract for only a week.
And there are other open rooms on the 30th floor, 907 and 908,
but he chose the most inconvenient one, the one on the end furthest from the elevator.
Why?
I don't know.
He's the one who chose it.
Is he still here?
Sometimes our tenants just up and vanish.
But it's not like I care, in his case.
He paid his week's rent in advance.
Who's there?
The Police.
Open up.
Mr. Tougou, yes?
I'm Sam Shayand from the NYPD.
Eddy Morgan.
We're wasting our time, Sam.
A sniper who pulled off his job wouldn't stay here.
Let us in.
There are some things we'd like to ask you.
Sam.
I'm sure of it.
He's our man.
You're leaving?
Your contract was for a week.
Something came up.
It's not 'cause your work here is done?
Why did you pick the room on the very edge?
It's close to the emergency stairway.
I've been in hotel fires before, in Cairo and Hamburg.
I looked in the back, but there was nothing suspicious.
We're going to take a look around your room.
Sam?
It's me.
Send some men over.
Now.
We should find something.
I know it.
Something.
I don't know what you're after, but could you hurry?
I won't catch my plane.
I looked in the other empty rooms.
I checked the one below us too, of course.
There's nothing, Sam.
We've looked everywhere and found nothing.
I guess you're done.
The dust chute!
Check the garbage dumpster below!
Yes sir.
Were you in Cairo and Hamburg on business, Tougou?
Yes?
The bullet extracted from the wall of the crime scene was a 36 magnum round,
which is a fairly unusual round with nickel steel coating.
Some Weatherby rifles use them.
So the gun used in the shooting could be a Weatherby rifle then, for instance?
From the depth it embedded itself in the wall,
we can assume that it was fired from a distance of 200 to 600 meters.
So this place, 500 meters away, is within that range.
What about that case?
We didn't find any fingerprints.
But it's quite possible that the bullet and case will match.
We've connected it after all, then,
Horton's shooting and that case.
We found it, Sam.
A Weatherby.
Magnum Mark 5.
Hello?
Hello, Sam?
Good timing.
Thanks, Carol.
Tougou.
You're going to have to cancel your flight.
Why?
Somebody hired you to do your work with this rifle,
and after you were done with it, you threw it in that dust chute.
Do you have any proof that that's my rifle?
I don't think we'll find your fingerprints on it.
But I can tell.
I've met thousands of lowlife criminals, so my intuition's pretty good.
From this room,
you took Horton's life.
What's wrong, Sam?
It's too far!
You can only barely see the Harrison building in between the gaps of the other buildings.
You couldn't possibly hit someone on the other side of a window.
No, you could.
Even at the long range distance of 500 meters,
even at dusk when it's easy to miss your shot,
you can hit a man in the head with a single shot.
You're a Super-A class sniper who could pull off such an impossible shot.
Sam...
You borrowed this room three days ago to match Horton's return to this country!
You didn't choose this room because it was near the emergency stairs.
It's because this is the only place you can get a straight look into Horton's office,
room 909!
You're coming with us, Tougou.
We're going to interrogate you at HQ.
I don't have time to waste on that.
Shut up!
I'll drag your ass there myself!
Detective.
What's wrong, Frank?
I looked up what you asked me to with the airport's weather people.
The weather conditions for this area around 5 o'clock.
And then...
Temperature of 14 degrees.
Humidity of 34%.
Eastern wind at a speed of 6.2 meters.
An eastern wind?
You mean a southern wind, right?
It's a southern wind now.
But the direction of the wind changed at about 5:30.
An eastern wind had been blowing the rest of the day.
Maybe with a tailwind, when the wind was southern,
but nobody could pull that shot off with a sidewind blowing to the east.
It's impossible, yeah.
May I go?
It's time.
I'm sure he's the one who killed Horton.
It's him, Tougou.
But you said it was impossible...
I said it's impossible to find him guilty even if we arrested him.
The distance of 500 meters,
the time,
sunset, and a sidewind blowing east.
Who'd believe that there's a sniper who could pull off a shot even with those horrible conditions?
I can tell you what the judge would say even if we sent it to trial.
Not guilty!
Innocent!
Sam...
Why did he stay here even after he finished his job?
I know the answer now.
There was no need to rush away.
The instant he chose this incredibly far away spot to make his shot from,
he eliminated himself from the pool of suspects.
To prove that he was the one who fired the gun,
you'd have to prove that there was a monster who walked among us with the skills of a god.
But that's impossible.
In other words...
Nobody can convict him.
But...
If we had a witness, things would be different.
Gunshots ring out amidst the heat of the desert.
A sudden attack has begun;
it was a trap set for Golgo.
The enemy's plan is to sell a new rifle.
A battle begins between the strongest brothers and Golgo!
Next time on Golgo 13:
Masterpiece Assault Rifle
Don't stand behind him, if you value your life.