The Octagon

Does anyone know?

How can they?

We're at the beginning.

No...

No, not at the beginning.

There's no perspective.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Hold it right here.

I'm not getting any closer to that place.

Hey, where the hell are we?

Relax, fella.

Everybody out. End of the line.

Hey, listen. What are you trying to pull?

My people paid for the full ticket for this trip.

Start walking, two kilometers down the road.

Go. Move it.

Thank you so much.

That's the kind of girl I'd like to settle down with.

Pretty, but not too pretty.

I'm so glad you came.

Good body, nice smile.

Good in bed. You can tell that by the way she moves.

- Maybe you should ask her out. - Mm.

I owe it to myself.

It's time for me to get something meaningful going.

I'm tired of dating these space cadets.

What did you call me?

You're right about the smile.

I'll let you know about the rest later.

A.J., you better apologize to me.

What for?

I said that for your benefit. I knew you were standing there.

You really expect me to believe that?

Yeah.

I enjoyed your performance very much.

Thank you.

Welcome.

He was shot down right in the street.

It was definitely a terrorist gang that did it.

There's no doubt about it.

When did that happen?

Oh, sometime this morning.

Did the police catch any of them?

Somebody got taken into custody,

but they didn't give his name.

He wasn't an American, was he?

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

That is... I don't know why I asked such an odd question.

People tell me I'm psychic.

Sure am looking forward to Mexican food.

Uh, table for two.

- Your name, sir? - Scott James.

Kill the family.

I can't figure out whether tequila is the only thing I can drink,

or it's the salt that keeps me from throwing up.

Just as long as it keeps me out of the bathroom

with porcelain worship.

You're not obligated to tell me what's bothering you,

but you're not obligated to sit here

and pretend nothing's wrong either.

Thank you.

I'm glad you asked me out.

So am I.

That's a complete lie.

But who knows?

Maybe if I quit acting so dingy,

it'll turn out to be the truth.

I like the way you incorporated

the martial arts into your dance tonight.

How'd you get involved?

- In martial arts? - Mm-hmm.

I'm not.

My brother studied for years.

It was something I grew up with.

What, does he compete?

No.

I-I imagine he could if he wanted to.

He studied overseas for a while.

But I'm sure that doesn't impress someone like you.

It did me.

I guess it's still does or I wouldn't have mentioned it.

You know what interests me?

Why you monitor yourself so heavily.

Insecurity.

Having to live with my parents till I get a job doesn't help.

Plus, it's hell being a dancer trying to get a job in L.A.

Come on in.

There's someone here.

I feel it.

Not again.

I just changed that bulb last Tuesday.

Where?

Stay down.

Don't get up!

Help! Somebody...

Somebody...

Nancy!

Oh, my God.

Ninja.

It has to be.

But they don't exist anymore.

Operator, give me the police.

They can't exist.

Nobody knows except me...

and Seikura.

Come forward.

Bastards, what the hell are you trying to do to me?

Your first teaching...

Expect the unexpected,

- and trust no one. -

In coming here for training, you have made a commitment

beyond your individual causes.

- - You bastards!

Whether they be political, religious, or purely mercenary.

Son of a bitch!

You are now bound by certain codes.

You prefer death to capture.

And nothing can persuade you

to reveal the technique of your training,

or the location of this place.

If you do so, your family,

sons, daughters, wives, brothers, sisters

will be killed without regard.

Son of a bitch!

Idiot! You're gonna pay for this.

You know, I've been thinking about

what happened last night.

It really burns my ass.

Wasted energy, pal.

Look, you got your reasons for not wanting to fight anymore,

that's your business. But don't get sanctimonious about it.

Sorry. That was a cheap shot.

Just that these terrorists. I just don't go for it.

They weren't terrorists. They were ninja.

What you mean they weren't terrorists?

You know that guy they caught, in Paris yesterday, is Nancy's brother?

- Where did you hear that? - It's in the newspaper.

Listen, you wanna grab breakfast here,

or that coffee shop by the gym?

I don't think I'm gonna workout this morning.

- I'm gonna go for a drive. - Hey, Scott.

You saw worse in the war, a lot worse.

I think you're just letting this thing get out of proportion.

You only knew the girl a few hours.

It's not just the girl.

I know the answer.

Only you can train ninja.

Seikura, you're my brother.

Fine. Fine. Come on, come on.

That's it. Don't get mad. Don't get mad.

If you're involved, McCarn will know.

He's anti-terrorist.

I gotta take that down.

Beats me what kind of an S.O.B.

can kill a fine animal like that.

This bastard though...

I'm a merciful man.

If my first shot's not clean,

I'll grant almost any man a second bullet,

except this bastard.

Him, I'll let suffer.

Bother you, me talking like that?

Why should it? I've heard it all before.

Yeah, that's what puzzles me.

You hear it, but you don't act on it.

As much as you condemn me

for living to kill,

it's people like you who are paving the way

for others to have to kill to live.

I ran into some ninja last night.

I thought maybe you might know

how they came about being in the country.

Hold on. I've got a pretty good sense of history.

If you saw ninjas, you're seeing ghosts.

My interest is personal, not business.

That's the mistake right there.

You, uh, you see these ninja often,

or just when it's a full moon?

If you hear anything, I would appreciate it

if you'd let me in on it.

By the way, Randy's working for me now.

I don't believe it.

Well, why not?

A man only needs one good eye to shoot a weapon.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

You're too happy blaming yourself,

thinking he'd sour on life.

Hell, he's so happy being out of that

martial arts competition horseshit,