Crying Freeman

Today is my birthday.

And for the first time in 20 years, I am not alone.

You see, I met someone.

A man.

A killer.

And soon he will kill me.

It was supposed to be a holiday.

A trip to San Francisco to paint.

To rest.

I had to return to Vancouver that very morning but I changed my mind.

That simple decision has sealed my fate.

Don't, please!

Please. Whatever they paid you...

...I can give you more.

Everything I have! Please!

For the love of God! Have mercy!

My name... is Yo.

Twenty years since my parents died.

Twenty years I've been alone.

I suppose I paint what I'm afraid to wish for.

He is called the Freeman.

And now... he will free me.

- Thank you. - Go right through.

- Hello. - Hello. Open your case, please.

Of course.

Here you go, sir.

- What is this? - Clay.

Clay? You're bringing clay into the country?

I'm a potter.

Good pots are made from good clay and a good potter makes his own.

The trick is to find the right mud.

I dry it, lump it into small pieces...

...and carefully sift it.

The object, obviously, is to increase the claytal quality...

...so you end up with good plasticity and a high refraction.

I've heard some people store their clay for up to 20 years.

Miss, will I be breaking that record at this counter?

- Is there a problem here? - No.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Still using a different gun for each job?

Such a waste.

I'm going back.

Back where?

Go ahead. Pull the trigger.

I'm going home.

You have no home.

Pull it.

The Dragons were very happy with the San Francisco killing.

The son is dead.

But the father is an old lion and he still dreams of conquest.

Shimazaki can still bite.

Now he is here, in Vancouver.

Exactly where we want him to be.

- Looking for me, chief? - Yeah. Detective Netah, Detective Forge.

Detective Netah's with Interpol. He's your new boss.

You'll find out the rest along with everyone else.

See you in there.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen! Thank you.

I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Shimazaki of the Hakushin Society.

Now, Mr. Shimazaki is here as a Japanese citizen...

...who, as he puts it, wishes to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed.

I'd also like to introduce you to Detective Netah from Tokyo.

He's here as a kind of, let's say, cultural liaison.

It's thanks to him that we can discuss this situation with Mr. Shimazaki today.

I am Shimazaki...

...Lord of 26,000 subjects and leader of the Hakushin Society.

On August 4th, in San Francisco...

...my son died.

Unworthy death at the hand of an assassin.

A woman who lives in your city witnessed the murder.

Her name is Emu O'Hara.

The assassin will come to kill her. You will not interfere.

We give him the woman or else he calls out his gangs.

It's gonna be a goddam bloodbath.

He wants us to leave the broad wide open. It's a fucking setup!

That's out of line!

Come on, we're cops. Do you wanna get involved?

- We're here to serve and attack. - Now.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Look, we're obviously in a very tricky political situation here.

We gotta keep our cool.

The man who murdered my son is here in your city.

He is here to kill the witness...

...simply because she saw his face.

This is his code.

Code? What kind of killer is he?

He belongs to an ancient Chinese warrior cult...

...called The Sons of the Dragons.

He is their executioner.

A single man, very powerful.

They need no other.

Christ! Sounds like a fucking video game!

Next thing, we'll be playing Dungeons and Dragons.

Uh-uh. Attack of the Yakuza Killers from Mars.

- It's a bestseller. My kid's got it. - OK, come on, come on!

Mr. Shimazaki doesn't joke, gentlemen.

The roots of The Sons of the Dragons are very old and run very deep.

Fourteen centuries ago, the Manchus overthrew the Chinese emperor...

...and instituted the reign of terror.

108 militant Buddhist monks mounted a revolt.

The Manchus destroyed all but five of the monks.

These five founded the society of The Sons of the Dragons.

They became the guardian of the Chinese people...

...struggling against injustice and oppression.

They have one killer... the Freeman.

Legend has it that the Dragon breathes within this man...

... that he cannot die.

His bodies change.

He could be Chinese, American, Japanese. Any color, any race.

But he is always the Dragon, always the same man. A superkiller.

Part fact...

...part wishful thinking?

Who knows?

The Sons of the Dragons exist!

So does the Freeman.

They are fanatics, criminals!

You have 48 hours to find him.

After that, well...

You have been warned.

Stay here.

Shit! Move out of the way!

Watch out!

Yo.

The Yakuza will think twice before they return to China.

The murderers are dead. Both of them.

We have our revenge.

It is as it should be.

Do it quickly. Without thought.

Look, I really don't know anything. I can't help you.

- It all happened... - So fast. Yes, I know.

She doesn't seem to know much of anything.

How about we got over her deposition to the San Francisco police once more?

But nothing in this deposition indicates that she ever mentioned Yo!

But that's what she said when she saw him today.

Do you think she withheld critical information from the police, Forge?

If she has, it's a serious charge, Detective.

Yo.

Is this a Japanese name?

Is he Japanese?

Fine. You're free to go.

But you see...

...you should understand, Miss O'Hara...

...that this Mr. Yo is going to be a lot less gentle with you than I have been.

You'd better talk to me, Miss O'Hara.

Or you'll end up dead.

Miss O'Hara, wait. One moment, please.

Shimazaki gave us an ultimatum.

The Yakuza want revenge. They want this killer.

And unless we deliver him in 40 hours, there's gonna be a gang war.

The city's gonna become a battlefield.

Lot of people are gonna die.

I'm sorry, Detective...

...I wanna go home.

Yeah.

Did you know, Miss O'Hara...

...that in China, when a murderer introduces himself...

...it means he will kill you?

Miss O'Hara, wait. We'll drive you home.

Miss O'Hara.

You better have an official warrant if you intend to come into my house.