Sure is coming down...
He's here to see you, sir.
So you're Golgo 13, eh?
Care for something to drink?
I will hear your story.
Stop!
Slowly.
That is the man whose head I'd like you to blow off.
His name is Hewitt. He's the No. 2 man for a certain organization.
The former boss, Wilson, died in an accident, and now Hewitt is trying to take over the reins.
But I have doubts about this "accident". I knew Wilson a long time.
He wasn't the type of man who'd die in such a careless way.
Why, unlike always, did he drive himself that day? Why didn't the brakes work?
I did some searching. In my own way, so to speak.
I couldn't find decisive proof, but sure enough, my suspicions of Hewitt grew.
The decision I finally came to was:
He's guilty.
Before he died, Wilson had put a lot of money into a bank downtown.
To keep the organization together bloodlessly, Hewitt needs to throw around a lot of cash.
Meaning, getting his hands on that loot is his only choice.
He has a peace conference with the group's top leaders in two weeks.
No matter what, you have to end him before that happens.
The thing is, he fears reprisal from some leaders who won't accept him as the new head, -
and won't step foot out of his private room, which has no windows.
The only possible option is the day of the peace conference, -
when the door to the vault opens first thing in the morning
and he emerges from his room to head to the bank.
When he leaves his car and heads for the entrance, that'll be your chance to shoot, but...
That's sure to be almost impossible.
I was walking aimlessly down nothing but random streets
And I came to, wondered "Where am I?" and "What should I do now?"
There's that song you like, so I cranked the car stereo's volume
As far as it will go, capturing the feeling
On this one-way street with no intersections or stoplights
I'm racing at speeds fast enough to catch up to you
So far away, let's take off!
At full speed, without stepping on that brake
Oh someday, yes someday
We'll be in a place of my own, where no one will find us
And when something that can't be seen is broken
How to fix it will be up to me
So far away, let's take off!
Let's restart it all, even our limits, and start together
Oh someday, yes someday
We can find it if I'm with you: our dream
Ash's Greatest Day
This time... For sure, I'll make my masterpiece!
Ow...
G'morning, Ash.
Collectin' trash first thing in the morning, huh?
Here, let us help you.
Qu-quit it, morons! You little brats!
Yay! Get yer trash!
You punk-ass kids!
Dammit! They dare make fun of Ash the Genius?!
Just you wait. Once I've created my masterwork, you'll all be begging me for an autograph!
Shut up, Ash! You friggin' dumbass! Give it a rest, already!
Hey! You're the landlord, right? Say something, why don't ya?!
What the hell is all this?!
I ain't rentin' this place out so you can turn it into a junkyard!
Oh, Mr. Horisky. A pleasure.
I'm glad you still remember me, Ash. Feel like paying me all the back rent you owe?
I promised you I'd pay once I sell one of my creations, didn't I?
Your "creations"? Who in their right mind would buy this junk?!
Your squattin' here alone in this building means I gotta walk several blocks just to get no rent!
Why don't you take your trash and get the hell out of here!
What was that?!
You're saying my work is trash?!
If not "trash", then what would YOU call it?
The other day, at one of Danny's cocktail parties, an art dealer named Gabriela told me something!
She said I had talent, and if I make something good, to come bring it to her!
I bet it was some drug party!
Huh? How did you know?
So it WAS?!
Aah, shut up!
Look, just hurry and pay the rent! Otherwise, get the hell out!
Shut up!
What an annoying son of a bitch! If it weren't for him, I'd get other tenants like THAT!
Dammit! I'm gonna evict him right now!
The day will come when he'll be bragging that the Great Ash lived here.
Till then, quit flappin' your lips already!
What the...? Who's he?
The hell is that? A new kinda vacuum cleaner?
You got no sense, do you? How could this look like a vacuum cleaner?
It's art, ain't it? ART.
"Art"?
Corruption in the midst of chaos.
I don't get that at all!
Well, it is rather avant-garde...
When this is done, I'm gonna show it off to Gabriela.
By the way, have you seen some weird Asian guy around the past couple days?
Couldn't tell ya. Most of the peeps around you look no kinds of normal, that's for sure.
As far as I could tell, I think the guy is Japanese.
Yo, I know a lot about Japan!
My bud's bud took the train to Akihabara on the way back from the Beijing Olympics.
You liar! There's no way he coulda gone there by train!
Akihabara is the capital of VIETNAM!
Is that so? Well, whatever, who cares? In any case, it's got nothin' to do with us.
What was that?
This is it for us. Till the day we die, there's no way that we can get outta here.
Not me.
Ash the Genius ain't a guy who'll be buried in a place like this.
Once I get some cash, I'm biddin' farewell to this city!
Damn. That idiot. He really is livin' in a dream.
That's him. That Japanese guy Ash mentioned.
Looks like a perfect sucker.
If you don't wanna get hurt, you better gimme some booze money!
H-he must be a black belt, huh?
That idiot Gabriela. She was drunk so she doesn't remember?
Dammit! You make a fool outta me?!
Shit!
Hey, dumbass! Watch out! Don't go throwin' your trash around!
IT AIN'T TRASH!
Dammit!
Why can't they understand my talent?
They're worthless pieces of garbage, every last one of them! Respect me, already!
Oh, shut up!
I ain't got no money. Go away, Horisky!
Jeez. He's a pushy bastard.
If I ain't got it, then I ain't...
Y-you.
You're Ash, aren't you?
Y-yeah.
Hey! You!
What do you think you're doing?
A-are you a repo man?
I ain't got no money! Threaten me all you want, I don't have nothin'.
Hey! Say something!
This...
It ain't trash!
How much is it?
I'm tellin' you, it ain't trash!
What did you just say?
How much is this?
U-uh, well... Ten, uh... No, Twenty thousand, yes! Twenty thousand dollars!
I'll take it.
Y-you're gonna BUY it?
That's right.
You're a man of taste!
Ash! Ash! You in there, Ash?
I'm coming in.
Th-this is...
Hey there, Mr. Horisky.
Lobo!
Where's Ash? Where did he run off to?
Ash has gone to Florida.
Florida?!
He told me to give you this.
It's all the rent he's owed ya.
What the hell's goin' on? What happened to his junk?
He sold every last piece. Thanks to that, I got a tidy little sum myself.
What was that?
He was a genius all along!
Genius?
When he leaves his car and heads for the entrance, that'll be your chance to shoot, but...
That's sure to be almost impossible.
Why?
The bank is surrounded by a cluster of apartments that fence it in like a wall.
Sniping won't be possible from outside them.
Even if you could find a section to shoot from, -
he's sure to beef up the number of guards he has with him that day.
No one will be able to approach him.
As far as I know, the only one who could pull off a job in such adverse conditions is YOU!
Please, Golgo 13! Please think of some way to give this rat in the walls his death sentence!
I can't believe someone would actually buy that junk! I'd like to see the kind of guy who would.
Horisky, aren't you?
Wh-what is this? Who are you?
I have a favor to ask.
A favor?!
Is security really airtight?
Of course. We've placed the appropriate men around the bank.
Not even a mouse could get close.
We put groups of young men ready to lay down their lives for you at all entrances and exits.
But what if someone tries to snipe from the outside?
No need to worry.
The bank is fronted by a narrow road, and it's practically walled in.
We've checked out everyone living in the surrounding apartments, -
and they're all thugs, pimps or call girls. Nothing but scum, all of them.
No one's on a level to take you on, Boss.
Let's hope so.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone's gotten a pro involved, though.
Don't worry about that. Before anyone could set up a gun from one of the nearby buildings, -
they'd be eating machinegun fire.
If they valued their life, -
there's no way any pro who's thinking about an escape route would try something that stupid.
I've been up and down this block, so you can take my word for it.
In any case, once this is done, it's all in the bag. There will be no one to challenge me.
When that happens, in deed and in name, I will be the group's No. 1!
That's exactly right. The group is as good as yours now. Boss.
Okay, you can go.
Sorry for the wait.
Th-the heck is that?!
B-Boss!
Over there! That building back there!
The heck?
Boss! Boss! Hang in there!
Hey! Look for the shooter! Boss! Boss! Hang in there!
Boss... Who on Earth did this?
First that fool Ash left, then I found someone who bought the whole building! I'm so lucky!
Still, I can't believe that Asian guy paid cash for it!
He had a scary-looking face, but he was my god of fortune!
You don't say. So he's done it?!
Sure enough, Golgo 13 is just like the rumors say.
But destroying a whole building to get a clear shot... that's one incredible idea.
The idea is, yes, but when the building fell, the dust must have made it impossible to see.
There could only have been an instant to aim when it came down.
What's more, to attempt shooting from that distance...
Even if you'd thought up the idea, unless you were HIM, Golgo 13, -
you wouldn't have the talent to pull it off.
Indeed, sir.
He's a miracle worker, that man.
As the rumors said, he is the greatest sniper in the world...
Golgo 13.
So I told him, straight-up: I won't sell my work to someone who can't appreciate it, -
no matter how much you pay.
But that man bought EVERYTHING of yours, right?
Yeah. He was like, "Please, let me have it all," so I had to.
That's amazing!
Still, those Japanese have some refined artistic tastes.
And they pay well. My sensibilities may be more skewed toward the Oriental.
Once I get tired of this place, maybe I'll go to Japan.
Don't go!
Take me with you!
Don't you worry. I'll take care of you all.
How cool!
Well, that's what I'd like to say, but...
In the meantime, this is the greatest day of my life.
Cheers!
I worried, unable to ask anyone for advice
I was dispirited, frozen in place
When was it that
I became unable to move?
I'm sure
If people are injured, then even their opponents
Become unable to notice
That they are injuring, forever
You suffered too, didn't you?
In the same way
During this everyday repetition
Because you're here
And you don't change
I, too, can accept me as I am
I won't let you be alone anymore
I touch that trembling heart so softly
I noticed I wasn't the only one who was lonely
Wrapped in the sun's gentle rays
Even that too-long winter will end, won't it?
Having known solitude, I'm sure the two of us
Can become that much stronger
Golgo goes head-to-head with the sniper Spartacus...
and it was the rich elite who arranged the confrontation.
With determined gazes, they watch what transpires via their monitors.
But as the sound of gunfire rings through that silent coliseum, -
an unexpected fate awaits the two...
A Banquet for Brutes an unexpected fate awaits the two...
A Banquet for Brutes
Next time on Golgo 13, "A Banquet for Brutes"
A Banquet for Brutes
Do not stand behind him, if you value your life!