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Are you Ledell Nikolavitch, one of the world's top 5 snipers?
Top 5?
I don't know about the other four, but I'm myself and that's enough.
I see.
Your confidence is first rate too, I see.
Take a look - there's a target about 600 meters from here.
Put a bullet into the forehead of the fore target.
The target behind it is your client.
You mustn't hurt him no matter what.
I don't like being tested, hit up one of the other four.
We need to maintain our secrecy, you see.
By the way,
two other people have already failed this audition before me.
What?
Don't make us dig another hole around here.
Shot 5 is successful.
Shot 6 is successful.
Shot 7 is successful.
Shot 8 is successful.
Shot 9 is successful.
What's wrong?
Give that to me.
How did he do?
Respond!
I'm risking my life sniping, I saw a fly in my scope.
Very well, you're hired.
Ted Conan. We want you to eliminate him.
To bite the hand that feeds you is an appropriate term.
I have no relatives.
So I thought of him as my son.
I taught him all there is to know about the business,
and he's now the vice president of my company.
And yet, he...
I have no interest in my client's circumstances.
Please get to the point.
Sorry.
This is what happens when you get old.
Bob hired a certain man to get rid of me.
This is Bob.
Allow me to introduce:
the man who planned and created this work, vice president of Conan Associates, Bob Stigner.
Thank you, everyone.
Thank you, really.
But I cannot accept this alone.
The glory from this success is all because of a certain person,
the man who raised the American show business, and my beloved teacher, president Ted Conan.
I wouldn't be where I am today without his teachings.
Kill Bob.
But I wouldn't ask you just to kill him, I wouldn't bother hiring you for that.
That's not enough for me.
So there's one major condition you must consider.
I want you to kill Bob just before I am shot.
He'll die at the time when I was supposed to die.
The assassin he hired is one of the finest snipers in the world.
But this is to my advantage, it shows what he plans to do.
In one week I will fly to Chicago for the All-American Producers Summit.
I imagine he will aim for the moment when I depart from my plane at O'Hare.
How do you know?
His goal is to replace me.
If he eliminates me just before the summit,
he'll be able to attend it as the representative of Conan Associates.
He's trying to create that established fact.
Who is the sniper he hired?
Ledell Nikolavitch,
the favored winner of the Olympic medal for small bore rifles.
But he needed money and started taking underworld jobs, and vanished from the public eye.
He uses a modified Mauser rifle.
To minimize the recoil he uses an electronic primer with a lock time of zero.
He's set the trigger to be as sensitive as physically possible.
It's said that he's an especially good sniper in the kneeling position.
I'm sorry.
I forget who I'm talking to.
I'd like you to contact me with this in the future.
The reward is 3 million dollars.
Will you take it?
I shall.
Thank you, Mr. Tougou.
It's Stigner.
Alright.
Put him through.
It's halftime.
I'll call you later.
That was Elanor Lane, right?
Is it okay to touch your own product?
Thanks.
We're not planning on keeping her.
Of course, the president always tells me not to touch the merchandise.
Well?
You're sure about the skills of the man you hired, right?
His skills are the best.
He's a bit stubborn, though.
Kill him when the job's done.
I'm not sure which of us is the mafia.
100 Top men from around the world?
King of Broadway.
Funny since they're going to be putting out a memorial on him next month.
Bob?
We're done talking about work.
Leave.
Did I say something wrong?
I'm just a kid.
Don't worry about it.
Very well.
Now look at the camera.
Yeah.
Nobody wants to see a pose like that.
You need to hide her sexiness and hint at it!
It's almost as if he thinks he's the president.
It's almost time for a changing of the guard, huh?
Next.
Elena, take your jeans off.
Assholes...
If I had the cash...
If I had the cash I could make a hit or two.
So you thought if you had the cash, people would come see your play?
Who the hell are you?
You don't notice your inexperience and just blame it on the money... You'll be third-rate forever.
What?
Write in the number you need and then make a hit show.
What's wrong?
Won't you be able to succeed as long as you have the money?
Yeah, I'll make the money.
I'll make as much as you want!
Then pay me back in six months, with interest, for as much as you wrote.
If you can't...
If I can't...
You'll work for me to pay off your debt.
And Bob failed.
But I knew it.
He was useless the way he was, but he had potential.
If I trained him.
And I was right.
It's been a while.
Thought you were dead.
If I was dead it'd get an article in the paper.
Never seen him before.
He was here yesterday, too.
Can I sit next to you?
This ain't a spot for tourists.
You Asian?
I'm from Poland.
Name's Nikolavitch.
You're not very friendly.
One more.
I was in the army once; it was a terrible place.
It was the shots from your own side, not the enemy, that you had to worry about.
I was the one who shot, not who got shot at.
You talk too much.
A man who never shakes with his dominant hand.
An Asian who never smiles.
It can't be...
He can't be...
Sniping isn't my specialty, but...
The guy from the Olympic preliminaries, right?
The image is pretty bad, is it an 8mm?
This is military sniper training, huh?
Oh, this is footage from the Foreign Minister Grahm assassination, isn't it?
He was involved in that?
From there.
Slow it down.
He lowers the sight from above in a relaxed position and fires after slowly rotating his right elbow, huh?
It's very slight, but he lowers his sight after rotating his right elbow.
I can see him rotating his elbow, but the gun isn't moving!
In terms of angle, it would be 6 thousandths of an inch, in other words, less than a third of a degree.
Here.
You can see such slight movements?
I want you to analyze this angle, and with an accuracy of 1/60th.
Impossible...
Even if he did it,
a third of a degree translates to a 58 centimeter difference in end points at 100 meters away!
What I'm after is the angle needed to generate a 53 centimeter difference at a 590 meter distance.
50,000 dollars.
Okay, I'll do my best.
I refuse.
There's no need to take him out.
Golgo can't aim at Bob at that airport.
Do what you want.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
She's a good girl.
Shall I send a scout over?
You never change.
No, nothing.
You mean the actress.
I get a lot of stress in this job and wanted somebody to listen to my complaints, but the police-
It's been a long time... since we've eaten together.
That's true.
We'll be in Chicago the day after tomorrow.
How are your preparations proceeding?
There are no problems.
I see.
That's good.
It was a huge success.
Thanks. It was all because of you guys.
President!
Why are you smiling?
I can't do much more right now, but this is a token of my appreciation.
What a nice necktie.
Thank you.
I look forward to working with you.
Do you remember this?
How about a refill?
No, we're fine.
Excuse me.
What is that?
No, never mind.
Is it done?
Yeah, somehow.
First, look at this.
You're mine this time.
We'll see.
Take that!
Here, here!
Hey!
There!
What are you doing-
Ah, dammit!
Hey, what are you doing?
You're doing it wrong!
Okay, let's go!
All right, one more time!
Go!
Hey, over here!
It's mine!
Take that!
Okay, one more time!
Alright.
Yeah.
Let's go!
Here.
Okay, here-
I want you to check this license plate.
2447HI.
There are four victims.
We've only found the identity of one: Al Trayton, age 44.
He's a higher up in the Italian mafia.
We've found another victim in an alley 200 meters away.
He's been shot through the forehead.
Roger.
I'm going to Chicago as planned tomorrow.
This is my last call to you.
Yesterday, I had dinner with Bob.
I'm counting on you.
Understood.
This conference is an established place for making an appearance, but...
President?
Are you listening?
Sorry, sorry.
I was thinking.
I'm getting old.
For many years there was nobody in my company to take my place,
or rather, I've been the president to represent the company.
But I think it's time for me to leave the stage.
You're the youngest of the company's four vice-presidents,
but I think you're the only one who has a chance of making it succeed from here on out.
Make a plan for the conference today.
There's no sniper point except this one.
As long as I'm here, it's impossible for Golgo to take out Bob.
When he holds his gun, the angle is off 0 degrees and 3 minutes.
This translates to 2.237 meters above the target.
The sight lowers at an almost uniform velocity, stopping 1.3 seconds later, and he fires 1.45 seconds later.
He passes 53 centimeters above the target one 1/100th of a second before frame 26,
in other words, .99 seconds after he starts.
This will undoubtedly be the last time you push me.
The president can't be pushing around someone who's retired.
That's not true.
Even if I become the president, I'll stay with you as always.
What great weather.
If we went hunting in a good preserve on a day like this, even I could hit something.
Stinger!
Vice-president! Vice-president!
Where did he fire from?
Probably from there...
Bob...
There was a time when I really did plan to retire and make you the president.
Golgo 13 shot a man at the Presidential Nomination Convention.
The police chase him as a suspect.
Where did the weapon go?
And how will Golgo escape?
Next time on Golgo 13:
A present to God
Don't stand behind him, if you value your life.