American Ninja 2: The Confrontation

Come on, guys. You're gonna love this place.

Tom, where'd you find this place?

Hottest joint in town. I'll buy you a drink.

- (WOLF-WHISTLES) Don't pass me by. Hey.

Three whiskies and beer chasers.

Cheers. Nice.

Semper fi.

Excuse me, sir, but could you spare a few dollars for a cup of coffee?

We're marines, not tourists. Now bug off.

Marines earn a lot of money. Give me a dollar.

- What is it, a shake-down? - Let's get outta here. Excuse us.

Shit, man.

You did good, Tommy.

Here. You can have that drink.

There we go.

Welcome. - Thank you.

What do you think?

I don't know.

This is it.

Hello? Are you there? Inspector Singh here.

Looks like the American replacements have just arrived.

I don't think I'm gonna like it here, buddy.

Yeah. Looks like someone didn't tell someone we were coming.

You guys seen a couple of marines by any chance?

- No. - Shit.

We're supposed to pick up two marines on this flight.

Armstrong and Jackson.

You're looking at 'em, pal.

Army? You guys are supposed to be marines.

Sorry.

Well, throw your stuff in the back and jump in.

Army. What a drag.

Anyway, I'm Charlie and this is Tommy Taylor.

Curtis Jackson. This is Joe Armstrong.

Welcome to paradise. Let's go.

So, where'd you guys get this ride?

- Borrowed it from Wild Bill. - Wild who?

- Our CO. - Your CO.

Their commanding officer is Wild Bill. That makes you feel safe, doesn't it?

I know I'm not going to like it here.

Doesn't Wild Bill mind that you're using his wheels?

He doesn't exactly know about it.

Doesn't exactly know about it.

Listen, fellas, I'm not one to stick to tradition,

but isn't this a bit unorthodox?

Bud, you haven't seen the half of it yet.

Oh, yes, I have. Look at that.

Huh-ho, I'm tingling again.

The second those little darlings hit the beach, everything comes off.

Topless, bottomless. It's great.

Don't you guys ever work?

- Work? - Yeah, work.

We don't have time for work.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

- It ain't much, but it's home. Yeah.

Glad he feels comfortable around us.

Tommy's just had problems lately.

Come on. Wild Bill wants to see you.

This way. - Unbelievable, unbelievable.

- Hi, Charlie. - Hi, Toto. Guys, this is Toto.

Anything you want, Toto'll get it for you. For a price, that is.

- For a price, huh? - I'll do errands, clean your car.

Anything you want. Very cheap.

Hey, hey. Am I seeing things

or is this a couple of soldier boys we got round here?

Rangers, my son. Rangers.

Rangers, huh?

Yeah.

What the hell those bums doing round here?

Sir...

Sergeant Curtis Jackson, Sergeant Joe Armstrong, sir.

Front and centre!

So...

You two are rangers, huh?

Don't Washington know marines guard embassies, not rangers?

As if my life wasn't complicated enough already.

- Do you know why you're here? - We were told you would brief us.

Yeah. There are 20 marines stationed on the island as embassy guards.

We dress as little like marines as possible.

Left-wing elements stir up trouble against us.

Four of my men have disappeared,

two on a fishing trip, two in town.

A marine said one minute he was talking to them, the next they were gone.

Sounds crazy, but there's a kid that hangs round the barracks

who said he saw two giants dressed in strange black suits

taking the men away in a motor launch.

We thought they'd been kidnapped,

but there's been no ransom demands and no bodies.

It's a goddamn mystery.

So I made my report to Washington asking for help and they sent you.

All I have to go on is what the kid told me.

Who was it that last saw the marines, sir?

Name's Taylor. Kind of a strange guy. Married a local girl a year ago.

He's been going downhill since. - We've got the picture.

I don't know who you are or why you're here,

but I've been told to help you.

So you work in the embassy,

keep a low profile and don't mess with my marines.

We'll do our best, sir.

Now get outta here.

Men in black suits. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

- Yeah. - I'll show you your rooms.

Hey, Sarge, over here.

A few of us are going water-skiing later.

You're welcome to come along if you want.

- Water-skiing? - Yeah. Why not?

Thank you, Toto.

Look at that babe. Jackson, Joe. Hey.

How you doing? You know Toto, right?

- Hi. - This right here is Bert Ballard.

He may not look like much, but his sister is so fine.

Our fan club's beginning to grow.

Let's go already.

See ya.

Come on, push out.

Oh, oh, oh... Wanna go ashore and try our luck?

Let's go to Mangrove Island. Wall-to-wall babes. They're all dying for it.

- Last I heard you were married. - So?

Just 'cause I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.

Good point. Very good point. Get it.

Looks like we got a problem.

- Put her up there on the beach. - Yeah, OK.

You OK, Taylor?

Yeah, sure.

I don't wanna swim all the way back to the base.

It's probably the carburettor.

Let's push it in.

That's it. Let me check the engine. Get it in there.

Well, let's check the engine.

All right.

The US Marines strike again.

Doesn't seem to be anything wrong, not that I can see.

Everything seems to be all right.

Screw it. Let's go for a swim.

Yeah. Come on.

- No, I'll stick around. - Come on, guys.

Nobody's gonna steal it.

Hey, Charlie, Bert! Wait up!

The army's gonna stay on the beach.

- What do you think? - Keep an eye on Taylor.

Yah!

Where the hell's your friend?

I don't know. I'm gonna go look for him.

You guys get this back in the water.

Let's go.

Joe!

This way.

Ninja? What the hell are ninja?

A secret Japanese society, expert in the art of assassination.

What would Japanese assassins be doing in this part of the world?

I believe they were trying to kidnap us, sir.

What would these guys be grabbing you morons for?

That's enough, Sergeant. Escort these three men outside.

And if a word of this gets out, I'll have you shot, you understand?

This is the most ridiculous story I've heard in my life.

My other four men were abducted by these same ninja?

- Yes, sir. - But why?

- Are they working for the Russians? - We don't know.

Shit. I guess I'll have to alert the ambassador.

If you give us a few more days, we can come up with something.

- Can you? - We do have a lead, sir.

OK. You got one week, but I don't like it.

They were there on the beach, I'm telling you, Sarge.

Ninjas my ass! You guys were over at Mangrove Island

taking care of the local talent, right?

You may have got away with that in the army,

but you sure as hell ain't gonna get away with it here.

- Loves you guys. - Yeah. Charlie, where's Taylor?

He had a phone call.

Who are they? - I don't know who they are.

- They're rangers, not marines. - Rangers?

They're cipher clerks, joined us today.

They fight like professionals. The blond one could almost be a ninja.

- A ninja? - Yes. I want him dead.

Bring him to the Blind Beggar tomorrow alone.

Yeah, OK.

OK, I'll try, man, but it's dangerous.

OK.

Relax. It's Taylor. I need your help.

- What is it? - Look, I can't talk now.

But you know the Blind Beggar on Buccaneer Street?

Meet me there tomorrow at 1500.

And come alone.

You want some, mister?

Over here!

Hey, man, open the door. I'm open.

Stranger here, ain't you?

- Excuse me. - Hey, Yankee asshole.

When I talk to you, answer me. Nice and polite.

You asked me to come over

Ain't ever been easy

Every time the phone calls

I remember your kiss

I know what you'll be thinking You got trouble in your eyes

Here we are again...

Excuse me. I'm looking for a Tommy Taylor.

The end of the corridor.

Does anyone know you're here?