We're currently in pursuit of a speeder heading north on the main thoroughfare.
So, we got snow, huh?
Requesting backup in the area.
Ain't a day for snow like Christmas.
Remember, Nabarro, we're only giving you 24 hours for this Christmas release.
It doesn't give you a lotta time to build snowmen.
Just go cool off for a bit then come back.
You still got a whole lot of talking left to do.
Mr. Nabarro?
Please, take a seat.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jennifer.
A present from Big Andy!
Andy, my man! You've read my mind!
So, where are we heading?
Reed... Hotel.
ate mo nai michi bakari wo furafura aruiteita
I walk unsteadily on paths to nowhere
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GOLGO 13
imadoko wo mesashite nani wo shite ii no kamo
wondering what I should do right now.
kimi ga suki na ano kyoku kaasutereo no boryuumu wo
I play the song you like on the car stereo
saidai ni shite kimochi katameru
with the volume up and my feelings crystallized
kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippou tsuukou wo
driving on streets with no crossroads or signals
kimi ni oitsuku you na supiido de
with a speed that will catch up with you.
So faraway hashiridasou!
So faraway - let's run!
bureeki nante fumanaide ikou zenkai de
And let's not bother with the breaks - full throttle.
Oh someday itsu no hi ka
Oh someday - one of these days
dare ni mo mitsukaranai you na my place
You'll be at my place where nobody can find you.
me ni wa mienai mono koshou shita toki
Whenever you suffer a breakdown one can't see
shuuri suru houhou boku shidai
depend on me for your repairs.
So faraway hashiridasou!
So faraway - let's run!
risetto shite tomo ni sutaato da genkai mo
We'll reset and start again - even at our limit.
Oh someday itsu no hi ka
Oh someday - one of these days
kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream
If I'm with you we'll find our dream.
CHRISTMAS 24 HOURS
Oh, Ms. Dahl. Care for some claret punch?
No alcohol for me tonight.
But maybe I'll have a ginger tonic.
Whoo boy.
I guess hotel investigators don't even get Christmas off.
When it comes to criminals, there are no Holy Nights.
Did someone commit another crime?
There was a rape-murder just one town over.
The victim was a girl out hitchhiking and the suspect is a sexual deviant.
All we know about the guy is that he might be a traveling sort.
So that means it's quite possible that the animal might be in town?
Very possible.
He might even be staying at this hotel.
There were also two street muggings and a jewelry snatching.
These criminals just keep coming.
That hit the spot.
Merry Christmas.
Ah!
You must mean Mr. Duke Togo.
He checked in at 4 this afternoon.
Can I see that for a sec?
Room 1801.
Duke Togo.
Nationality: Brazilian.
Occupation: writer.
Writer?
What's the matter Ms. Dahl?
D... Don't tell me... last night's murder-rapist who's now on the run...
I didn't say that.
But... I know damn well that man is no writer.
Care to dance?
I mean, may I have this dance?
Sorry...
...but I have work to do back in my room.
Work?
Charlie?
No one's committing a crime in my hotel!
What the?
My arm... my arm!
Take care of this.
I will not press charges against this man, Ms. Hotel Detective.
Now I know he's not just some ordinary man.
Those piercing, overattentive eyes.
His nimble yet aggressive speed.
And...
...the way he tagged me as the hotel detective with just one look.
That son of a bitch! He didn't hafta go break my arm!
Let's just hope you won't be able to pick any more pockets.
Fuck you!
You owe that man a blowjob. He didn't press charges, you know.
However, you need to get the hell out of my hotel!
Charlie, next time I see you here, I'll have your balls.
Are we clear?
Oww...
Fuck. That swollen breast pocket of his looked ripe.
I thought I'd be having suckling duck tonight instead of Christmas turkey.
I'll leave you with this parting gift, Dahl.
That was a handgun I felt in that guy's breast pocket.
That cocksucker.
He just fucking winged Charlie the Falcon.
You probably already know me by now.
But I'm the investigator for this hotel.
There's a few questions I need to ask, may I come in?
If I need to, I can enter by force.
Will that be necessary?
It seems that you're a writer, so do you have a notebook somewhere? Or maybe a laptop?
From where I'm standing, I don't even see a damn pencil laying around anywhere.
So why didn't you take me up on that dance?
Were you hiding a pistol in your chest holster?
Or maybe you got the smell of blood on you.
You didn't want me to get a whiff of a dead body?
Will you be leaving?
I was about to go to sleep.
I won't be leaving!
Not until I know who you are and why you came to Reed Hotel!
Then that's your job to find out, since you're the detective.
You're right.
But let me make it clear I don't believe for a second that you're a writer.
It's my job to protect this hotel.
Whoever you may be, I won't let you get away with any suspicious behavior in this hotel.
Even if it costs me my life.
Now I know.
That man didn't commit a rape-murder.
Nor did he mug anybody or steal any jewels.
He's not some thug that pulls those things.
If these eyes didn't betray me, what I saw was a pro.
And a top-ranked criminal mastermind at that!
Whoever you may be, I won't let you get away with any suspicious behavior in this hotel.
Even if it costs me my life.
You asking if I'm all right?
Maybe you should ask that when I'm done with Jennifer.
Anyways, thanks for that fantastic present. I owe you one, Andy.
And you can breathe easy.
I ain't gonna turn stoolie to no cop about the dirt we do, our syndicate- any of it.
I only gotta button up for 2, 3 more weeks tops till they're forced to release me.
Yeah, it's my fuck-up that got me scooped up in the first place. Sorry, okay?
Look, I'm kinda busy now. We'll talk later, Andy.
All right, Jennifer. It's been a while since I had some, and I ain't finished yet!
Did you think I was gonna run out on you screaming?
Big Andy gave me enough money to last you till morning!
Jennifer...
...you gonna be my little wench or what?
Oh, Tommy...
Oh Tommy!
Good morning, Bill. It sure snowed last night.
Good morning to you, Ms. Dahl.
It's a pretty peaceful Christmas morning.
Has our guest in Room 1801 made any moves?
Oh, you mean Mr. Duke Togo.
Well he hasn't done anything in particular. He hasn't even made an outside call.
Really?
That mysterious Japanese-Brazilian?
You seem awfully suspicious of that guest.
Why is that, Ms. Dahl?
I suspect any guest who catches my attention. That's my job.
That was a rocking Christmas Eve, too bad it ended quick.
I ain't lying, I feel like an fucking new man!
I gotta be back by 10, so send my regards to Andy.
Later babe!
Well, guess I'll take in this morning air with a little stroll.
Hey, Dahl! Thank God you're here!
Is there something up?
Have you seen this man?
No... who's that?
The name's Tommy Nabarro.
He's an underboss for the syndicate run by Andrew Shapiro, aka "Big Andy."
About two weeks ago our department arrested him for extortion, gambling
drug-running, sex trafficking, tax evasion, and a whole bunch of other charges.
But yesterday we gave him a 24-hour release after he posted bail.
However, while working late into the night...
What was that?
Are you positive?
Y-Yes understood!
What's the hubbub?
It's a tip from the state police.
It looks like the syndicate is looking to whack Tommy Nabarro.
What?
So they're gonna shut him up for good?
Yeah.
Also, they're not looking to silence him just to simply prevent a flood of indictments.
What do you mean?
Evidence of a dark link between the syndicate and a powerful member of the Senate might also be revealed.
So they're afraid Nabarro might squeal about that fact?
I've been hunting him down since yesterday.
This morning I finally got hold of the taxi driver that drove him and a suspected call girl to this hotel.
Let's get to the reception desk.
If we ask the building, then we'll know for sure if Nabarro is staying at our hotel.
Let's do that.
They must have sent the hit man by now.
We might end up with a cold body in his room if we don't act quick.
Ain't nothing like a White Christmas.
If you're looking for that guest, he already checked out some time ago.
So he's still alive and well?
That guy...
Oh... hey!
Huh?
Dammit!
Over there!
That's him! That's Nabarro!
He was shot in the face.
Dammit!
That hit man can't have gone far!
Hmm?
Good morning to you, Mr. Togo.
I need to check out.
Of course, sir.
Were you able to relax?
Yes.
Thank you.
Take care.
About your job...
I'm not sure how you got him to turn around.
But, I guess I need to thank you.
For keeping it out of our hotel.
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nandemonai koto ga tanoshikatta
I enjoyed the little things.
ichido ni ooki na hanataba wo kureru yori
I loved when you gave me a flower every day
ippon no hana wo mainichi kureru
instead of just one big bouquet
anata ga suki datta
of flowers.
ren'ai shousetsu no you ni
It was like a romance novel.
itsuka wa kitto... nante
Surely someday... just kidding.
yume wo miteita
I had a dream.
sono egao yo eien ni kagaiteite
Your face shined eternally.
itsumademo anata wo omotteiru kara
Because I think of you all the time.
gomen ne kou shite hitori kiri no yoru wa
I'm sorry, but on a lonely night like this
anata wo omoidashiteshimau keredo
I'm remembering you, but
ano hi no you ni naitari shinai
I won't cry like I did that day.
shinai
I won't.
Sara, a runaway girl, found a peculiar coded message in a stolen wallet
passed along to her by a fellow pickpocket at the Paris Métro.
Sara was then chased by a mysterious man seeking to end her life.
It was Golgo who saved the girl who was running through Paris.
A GIRL NAMED SARA
Next time on Golgo 13: A Girl Named Sara.
Don't stand behind him, if you value your life.