Hidden Blade (无名)

Miss, here is your coffee.

I didn't order one.

A gentleman ordered it for you.

Which one?

He was here earlier.

He probably left.

Please enjoy.

Thank you.

I'm done. Let's go.

What's the hurry?

There is more food coming.

Did you order steamed pork ribs?

Do you want something else?

You're the boss.

A death sentence is a death sentence.

It won't change whether we're early or late.

Have some more.

We will drive faster.

Yoshikawa is going back to Japan.

You weren't at last night's dinner.

I don't drink.

You missed out on his stories.

Yoshikawa was a farmer in Niigata Prefecture.

He was recruited

in the 26th year of the Republic.

He had never heard gunshots before.

It was winter when he landed on the Yangtze River.

The Nanjing massacre happened,

then he went to Hankou.

He and six fellow soldiers

broke into a jeweler's shop.

The jeweler had two daughters

who were quite pretty.

He begged the soldiers

not to lay a finger on the girls.

He would give them everything.

But the soldiers refused.

They raped the girls

in front of their parents.

It went on for hours.

They even found a well.

There, they drowned the family of four.

Where are the ribs?

Hey, where are our ribs?

Hurry up.

"Did you order steamed pork ribs?"

In the end,

I only had two tiny pieces.

You should've told me.

I could've ordered another plate.

They serve such tiny portions.

Sneaky restaurant tricks.

I'll never go back.

Don't rush to conclusions.

We were having breakfast.

And what's that?

A single serving of a meal.

You order what you want.

You eat off your own plate.

It's not for sharing.

That's called breakfast.

A

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I thought I got it right.

Three knocks.

Then two.

And one.

You must be Mr. Zhang.

I'm Mr. He,

your handler.

Thank you for picking me up.

You're early.

Anyway,

I'm ready.

We don't want unwanted attention.

I know we said you would go to our place,

but travel is risky.

I thought it was best that I came instead.

Is that okay?

What would you like to drink?

What do you have?

It looks like we only have water.

Sure.

I'll need some information first.

It's standard practice.

Name.

I'll fill that in for you.

Age.

I was born

during the 26th year of Guangxu's reign.

Guangxu 26.

The year of Gengzi.

Voluntary surrender.

What was your job?

I was a confidential secretary.

"Confidential secretary."

Why did you change sides?

I'm sure you have your reasons.

We all make choices

that are hard to explain.

These forms

are mere forms.

They are plain words on rough paper.

Don't mind me.

Speak freely.

I wish for peace.

I empathize with Mr. Wang.

Would you care to elaborate?

That sounds a bit scripted.

I think I heard it years ago.

Elaborate?

Which aspect?

For instance...

It escapes me too.

That's all right.

We can circle back.

Can you tell us

what you know at the moment?

I am a weak man.

I can never keep up with change.

I was born in Guangxi.

When my father died,

he left me a parcel of land.

It was on the mountain.

You could see the Lijiang River from it.

All these years,

I've been involved in the revolution in Shanghai.

Yes, I've been busy.

But deep down,

I still think about building that house.

I'm sorry.

What are you trying to say

right now?

I'm still pondering

why I changed sides.

That's too much detail for us.

We can go back to that.

May I have these?

Of course.

Is there anything else?

Our party...

The Communists.

Their head of operations in Shanghai is Mr. Li.

He lives

at No. 6,

Lane 567,

Xiafei Road.

There is a confidential secretary.

That's me.

The underground messenger

is a woman,

Ms. Chen.

UNDERGROUND MESSENGER, MS. CHEN

We live together

at No. 811, Beidang Road.

Apart from me,

have you told anyone else about this?

That's good.

Are you armed?

Guns? Do you have guns on you?

- Yes. - How many?

- One. - What model?

Model?

I don't know.

It's your firearm,

yet you don't know the model?

It's not mine.

It belongs to Ms. Chen.

I don't like guns.

How did you come into possession

of Ms. Chen's firearm?

Welcome, sir.

The usual?

Yes.

We're currently 150 nautical miles

from Guangzhou.

Guangzhou is overcast today.

The cloud coverage is acceptable for bombing.

The bomb run sequence is number three.

Have a nice flight.

You'll be greeted by showers on your way back.

For today's lunch,

we'll serve Japanese and French cuisine,

with Mexican as our special meal.

We await your triumphant returns.

Eternal good luck in war.

Hey!

Wake up.

I'm sorry.

I know it's beautiful outside.

But when you see it every day,

it becomes boring.

I guess I'm lucky

to be free of such troubles

because I have the company

of Roosevelt.

Director.

Hello, Director.

Do your people have shit for brains?

The guy whose neck got slit yesterday