I risked my life for this kind of shit money?
You know what?
A bloody cop could make more than that in a month or two.
The next one is going to cost you.
Who the fuck do you think you are? O?
I'm way better.
For the kind of gigs I pull off,
I deserve double more than O.
O is more efficient, and experienced.
He makes less noise than you.
That's why he gets the job he gets.
And you get shit money!
There's a French movie. Alain Delon.
I can't remember the name
but there's a scene just like this.
Go and get a copy!
I'll call you if I need you!
Fuck!
Lovely.
Mrs. Takano, we need your help. Your full cooperation.
So, we need your husband's photos and letters
Please understand.
Makes you think, doesn't it?
The people you meet in your life.
That's a lot!
Where are you?
He knew we'd trace the fax back here.
Not bad. Just letting us see enough.
It's him, O.
It's not like him to leave a paper trail, right?
He wants us to see him.
He's the best.
Doesn't want his name soiled by a psycho.
You're somebody. Someone I've seen before.
Where would we find books on the Games?
Please use the search function on any of our computers.
Thank you.
We'll search all titles that begin with the word Games.
Police.
Where's the guy?
I don't know.
How about his clothes?
Black. Maybe grey.
You stay here.
Police! Stay calm!
Show time!
Good afternoon, Police Emergency. Can I help you?
Hung, don't look back.
Guess it's your day today.
A smarty is watching you. He's in black.
Do you have a lighter?
Sure.
Police!
Go! Go!
This is the double.
Thank you.
History Repeated.
China's Lok Tok-wah
collapsed just like his brother Lok Gan-wah in 1984.
Ice said no guns tonight.
I did the job, I want my money.
I see the job through
even when it's a trap.
You got guts, my friend, but no brains.
You obviously don't watch enough movies.
And if you did, you'd know that
when the organization betrays a killer,
he'll pay back twice to the ones who've wronged him.
Even if he dies trying.
I've asked around.
Tried to find that fucking movie you were talking about.
No one has heard of it!
Must be a real winner!
What the hell are you laughing at, fucker.
China won her first-ever gold medal
in the free pistol event in 1984.
Lok Gan-wah was in the lead
but he collapsed in the last round,
just like what happened to Lok Tok-wah in 1992.
His teammate Hui Hoi-fung went on
to win China's first-ever gold medal.
The flat is registered under a trading company called Ashki.
The registered tenant is a guy called lto Hiroshi.
Guess what? There's an Ito in Mr. Takano's list of classmates.
You think he'll come back?
It's our only chance.
Too bad. There's only one missing.
The Hong Kong Snoopy.
Otherwise it'd be a whole set.
You've got to take things easy, or you're gonna lose it.
Windows have been changed.
No curtains at all.
It's weird, 'cause you can probably see the whole flat.
How could anyone arrange his home that way?
What does it say?
Ms. Chin, please put all faxes on the board
and make sure they don't overlap.
Thank you, Ono.
Everyone listen up!
The suspect is here in the building. I need you split into three groups.
Marco, take a team and guard the exits.
I'm coming down!
Most of the tenants have moved out.
Here's the list.
Get Mike to search from the bottom.
Police! Open up!
Freeze!
Marco.
Copy.
Maintain surveillance. Wait for my command.
Yes Sir!
Don't even try! Or they'll shoot you down!
Drop your gun.
Drop your gun!
Move it! Move it!
Get the fuck out of my way!
It's all in here. Everything you've ever wanted to know.
It's all yours, but on one condition.
What do you want?
The Snoopys!
You crazy son of a bitch!
Everyone comes into this world with a role to play.
You learned about me and O, so I think you ought to write a book.
A book of us.
For the cover, you could use the picture that O took of me.
That night, Tok vanished right before me.
My boss asked me to see a shrink.
I decided to leave. Fuck them!
But I didn't go back to Singapore.
I wanted to stay here in Hong Kong.
Hong Kong was where Tok and O's story had taken place.
So I guess the book is meant to be written here.
Sometimes, I didn't feel like writing.
I just couldn't do it.
The whole thing was breaking me down.
But the case files lay there
and kept pushing me forward.
Like Tok had said,
I was the chosen one and I believed him.
If I didn't finish the story, I would never be released.
But how is one to cap a story that hasn't run its course?
O and Tok are still out there. Their rivalry is unresolved.
I've speculated, trying to finish.
But whenever I reach that moment,
Tok vanished right in my face,
I just can't bring myself to continue.
A book without an ending.
I'm writing a book without an ending.
Then, a turning point.
Is Mr. Albert Lee there?
Sorry to bother you. I'm a friend of Tok's.
Tok asked me to come so you can finish it.
Wait.
That day, after O took me away from the parking lot,
we hit the road at full-throttle.
And then just when the excitement started to die down..
With Tok around, things began to lighten up.
Good-bye!
So Tok killed O?
- What was the date? - July 14th.
- How? - Micro Uzi.
Did he say anything afterward?
He said he's the gold medalist of assassins.
As a sort of consolation, they both got what they wanted.
Tok wanted to be legend.
And as for O,
he just wished no one would've known his existence.
I guess death was the way out.
Thank you.
Suddenly, I realized how ridiculous
I was being.
The book needs an ending.
When it's sold and turned into a movie,
what it needs is just an ending.
How much of what she said was the truth?
And how much fiction?
Does it really matter?
Who am I to argue with them?