We're going too fast.
You're not going to kill me and make it look like an accident,
like what happened to a certain princess, are you?
It's so you won't be sniped.
Don't talk so much.
It makes me want to forget my job and kill you.
I never asked for FBI protection, you know.
What's wrong?
We're under attack.
Somebody shot out our tires!
Turn back!
Damn, do something!
You're the FBI right?
This is the car carrying Gabole.
We're under attack on Route 29, point D!
Abandon the car.
This car is completely bulletproof.
We're safest in here!
If they set fire to it we're done for!
The gas is everywhere outside, so they can't see us to shoot us.
Don't stop!
How much are they paying you?
I'll give you twice, no, three times as much!
A drug lord was shot on his way to the FBI?
Why?
Probably to keep him from talking.
Keep him from talking?
Even though he's the boss?
You don't need to be that surprised.
In this age, even the President could be assassinated.
That's true, but...
The police who were escorting him were killed too.
To be killed while guarding a Mafia boss...
I feel bad for the families.
The boss made a plea bargain: the FBI drops the charges and he tells them everything he knows.
If that happens what would become of us, the ones left behind?
We've done all kinds of illegal things on his orders.
Take a look.
The reward is 3 million dollars.
You can have the girl as a tip.
I can guarantee the taste.
I don't need the tip.
Let's hear the details.
You're no fun.
The flight will be arriving at Hong Kong International Airport as scheduled.
The weather in Hong Kong is clear today, with a temperature of eighteen degrees.
Wait, Gol-
No, Mr. Tougou.
We just came to get you.
Why didn't the one who called me come?
Don't get mad.
Lately, the boss hasn't had any desire to appear in public.
Mr. Tougou, why did you hit Johnny back there?
He stood behind me.
Thank you for coming, Mr. Golgo 13.
Do you like the Hong Kong night skyline?
I heard you were an A+ class assassin.
I assume your avoidance of small talk is to keep your feelings from wavering.
I called you here to eliminate someone.
Where do you think you're going?
I've never taken a job from a voice.
I'm neither a phone nor a recording.
I'm right in front of you.
Very well.
Jake, open the curtains.
You don't seem surprised.
Or is that the pokerface unique to Asians?
The man you shot yesterday was named "Spike Jordan."
He was a small-time thug from Chicago.
A bit of facial plastic surgery and he looked just like me.
You probably guessed, but this was a trick to avoid the FBI.
The man who came up with this idea, the man you met in Miami, was Rocky Brown.
Look, Mr. Golgo 13, at this beautiful skyline.
Truly the pearl of Asia.
Did you call me here to have me enjoy the view?
The target will arrive in Hong Kong tomorrow.
It's Rocky Brown.
It's good to have a reliable man, but it's bad when he's too reliable.
I refuse.
Why?
I make a point not to have two clients at the same time.
Your work should have been finished.
Rocky Brown's request was the death of Bugsy Big Gabole.
I see.
Until you receive a sufficient explanation from Rocky Brown, I am still your target?
Thank you for showing me the skyline, Mr. Bugsy Big Gabole.
We'll have no choice but to eliminate him, it seems.
Hey, hey, let's play.
Hey, come on...
Mr. Tougou, a phone call from Rocky.
Talk to him directly.
Golgo... 13!
What do you think you're doing?
Work.
Work?
Who hired you?
Bugsy Big Gabole.
The boss?
The boss hired you to eliminate me?
Why?
How the hell does the boss plan on rebuilding the syndicate without me?
Which means you did intend to have me shoot a fake Bugsy.
It was a trick!
To fool the FBI!
We were going to tell you later!
Believe me!
I didn't mean to trick you!
"Intended to?"
Hey, when are you going to take me to America?
Soon.
Once Golgo 13 and Rocky Brown are dealt with and things calm down.
Excuse me.
Your gun.
I'm Rocky Brown.
Did your boss tell you to point a gun at me, too?
It's the rules.
If you don't like it, complain to the boss directly.
I'm going to remember your face.
Boss, Rocky Brown is here.
Let him in.
Wait in the bedroom.
I can't believe you, boss.
You used to only drink Bourbon, now you drink wine?
It's expensive, put it back.
It wouldn't surprise me if you were after my life too, the way things are looking.
You...
You're not the boss are you?
Spike Jordan.
Why are you here?
You had the boss shot.
The fool.
To think he'd be killed by his best friend.
You'll be found out right away!
If I kill you, nobody will know my true identity.
I even changed my voice, so I need to make the best use I can out of it.
A small-time Chicago thug like you can't run the syndicate!
You'll be murdered in your sleep within a month.
And there's one more thing you have to worry about.
That Asian?
He's dead already.
I sent Jake and Johnny after him.
And have you heard from them?
Of course you haven't.
I just met him.
What?
That's what he meant by "intended?"
What are you talking about?
He knew you were a fake.
He sent me here to confirm it.
And he just confirmed you were the fake.
He will come.
He'll come here to kill you.
I have skilled young cubs at the entrance 24/7.
The windows are special bulletproof glass.
Let him try.
Hurry!
With the guard this thick, maybe he'll just give up?
I hope so.
Roof east side.
Nothing unusual.
This is the first floor, south side corridor, nothing.
Stairwell B, floor 24.
Nothing.
Roof west side.
Nothing unusual.
Stairwell A, floor 4, nothing.
This is the B4 parking lot, nothing out of the ordinary.
You won't look?
I know the answer.
The identities of the two bodies found at the Wan Chai pier were-
Cool and refreshing: Fresh Juice! New and on sale!
This is the first floor elevator area.
Nothing.
A stairwell, 19th floor.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
What about the B stairwell?
This is floor 24. Nothing.
Hey.
What's going on with the roof camera?
There's no one there.
There was somebody there a second ago...
He's on the roof.
The roof!
Get to the roof!
Where is he?
We have a possible intruder!
The only place to hide on the roof is the air conditioning room.
He's trapped like a rat.
What smells like almonds?
It can't be cyanide gas...
Send the guys from upstairs!
Take out Golgo!
Head in!
Cease fire!
Find Golgo's body.
Yes sir.
It was just an almond-scented spray?
This is the air conditioning room.
We can't find Golgo.
Hello?
Hey!
Somebody answer me!
The young genius sniper Katz takes a job from the State Department:
Eliminate Golgo 13 when he arrives at the airport.
A plan with every detail thought out awaits Golgo.
Next time on Golgo 13:
Dead Angle.
Don't stand behind him, if you value your life.