* That's a promise
* Bet you won't put your trust in me
* Bet you won't let me go further than you can see
* Bet you think I planned something and won't say
* If you think I'm thinking of a slicker way
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* How many times have I shook your hand
* And how many times have you walked away
* Saying I'm your man
* Count the times you've made me cry
* If you think I'm gonna keep crying until the day I die
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
- I didn't think you could keep up with me, Speed.
- I'm serious, my man,
I've done a lot of running the streets in my time.
- It's all right.
Listen, I'll see you at the dojo, okay?
- Solid, bye bye. - There you go.
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
- In large US cities,
millions of people live a life of poverty
in old rundown apartment dwellings.
The poor tenants trapped in these buildings
must put up with constant harassment by greedy landlords,
who wanna throw them out for higher rents.
These rich slum lords go to ruthless extremes
to evict poor tenants, and nothing seems to stop them.
When you can't afford to move,
even a rat-infested tenement can be called home.
- Dammit, they turned the gas off again.
- But when landlords turn off your heat,
water, gas, and electricity to force you to move out,
there's only one thing to do, fight.
This is the story of such a struggle.
- Turned the water off too, Jesus.
- Hi, Charley. - Hey, Pops.
- I see you've been out joggin' again, huh?
- Yeah. - How's everything?
- Everything's okay except that they shut the gas off on us
and turned the water off again.
- What? - Yeah.
- Why those dirty bastards.
I'll be back in a minute,
I'll see if I can get it turned on again.
Lousy sons of a bitches, they do this to me again...
Hold it you bastards
Charley .
Electricity,
hot water and gas.
And that's for the lights.
I got him Charley
Hey Charley, not bad.
Maybe that karate ain't so bad after all, huh?
- Who sent you?
- I swear to God, I don't know.
Somebody gave me $50 to pull the wires out.
I don't know nothin'.
- Oh, let 'em go, Charley, they're just punks,
they don't know anything.
Get outta here punk, and don't come back.
I guess we showed them Charley, huh?
And those money-grubbing landlords,
we ain't movin' and nobody's movin', over my dead body.
- I understand, Pop.
- Hey you know, you're pretty good at that karate.
- I know, not bad yourself, you know.
I've been practicing, you know?
- Speedy, let's work out a little bit
we don't have that much time.
- Yeah okay, that's cool.
- What you doin' on the floor, bro,
is that what they're teachin' you in the streets?
- Now who's on the floor, my man?
- Ah, Speedy, I'm not tryin' to say that you're no good.
I'm only sayin' you'd be a lot better
if you worked out more often.
- Get plenty of work in the street, my man.
And if we don't hurry and get out of here,
your old man's gonna kick both our asses, yours and mine.
- Hey, what you guys doin' down there?
Hey, they're putting rats in the building, help.
Help.
Building-
- Hey, hey, old man. - Help, help.
- Give me that hat, old man. - Hey, old man.
- Help. - What's the matter,
you don't like those rats old man?
- So I'm tellin' her, I love you too, baby,
but I got some business downtown-
- Is that right? - And I got my ass the hell
out of there, Jack.
- What the hell is this, man?
Check this out.
- Hey hey hey help help. - You understand me?
- Now, my man, hey, hey, what's happening, what's happening?
What's wrong with you? - Yeah, what are you doin'?
- Hey, hey. - Let's go.
- Yeah, kick his ass kick his ass.
- Oh shit.
- Get your hat off the ground- - Hey man, stop it.
Hey man, they're pouring rats in our building.
Them landlords must want us out bad.
- We're movin' outta here, Barbara.
- But I've got to talk to the landlord.
- I said we're moving. - He's coming, here he comes.
Here come an old man.
- What the hell is it now?
- First these guys put rats in the building.
- Hold it hold it hold it.
- They're beatin' up on this old man and they're putting
rats in the building. - What are we gonna do?
I thought we were gonna be safe now?
- Hey Louis, you told us the court was behind us.
- Charley?
- Uncle John caught these two guys
putting some rats in the hallways.
- Okay, let 'em go.
- No, let's get 'em. - Take him inside.
- Let him go?
- I said let them go.
Now, I'm gonna tell you all once more,
they don't know who they're working for.
This whole block is owned by the Iguana Realty Company.
It's what you call a dummy corporation.
Nobody knows the real owners.
But we're organized now, and we'll beat these bastards
if we stick together and hang on.
Now, nobody, and I mean nobody moves, right?
- Right.
- Let's go. - We let 'em go this time,
but we gonna get 'em, we gonna get 'em cold.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Well, you see how it is, gentlemen.
We must empty these buildings immediately
or the deal will fall through and we stand to lose
millions of dollars, as you well know.
Now, since we've exhausted all legal means
of evicting these people,
we're going to have to resort to shall I say,
extra-legal procedures.
- Ain't that what I told you?
I told you all this shit with lawyers was wasting our time.
- Young man, this country was built under the rule of law.
- Yeah, and I thought you was gonna fix this deal
with the law, what happened to that, Judge?
- Unfortunately, Judge Bacon seems to be
what is laughingly referred to as an honest judge.
I could do nothing.
- So, where does that leave us, Alden?
- We have no help from the law.
Does anyone have any plans
for an alternative course of action?
- What happened with the rats?
- I beg your pardon?
- My little plan with the rats I got you, how did it work?
- What's all this crap about rats?
- It was just a little idea of Mr. Jackson's
that didn't quite work out.
- Christ, rats, turn off the electricity,
turn off the water, what is this, the amateur hour?
When are we gonna begin to do business, for Christ sakes?
- Sure, let's shoot them all and go to jail.
Would that suit you, Mr. Albano?
- Look, don't be a wise ass with me.
- All right, all right, now calm down.
Look, all I mean to say is we gotta be careful.
Because if we're not careful we'll have the law
working against us instead of for us, all right?
- That's the trouble with this country today,
the laws are all twisted to protect that sort.
Everything for those welfare people.
- Cut the bullshit, Engstrom,
Camel had you in his pocket for 20 years.
- Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Gentlemen.
This is getting us nowhere.
- Nowhere is right.
Look Alden, you promised us you could handle this deal.
- And I will handle it, I've already begun to.
And I would have succeeded already
but there's this troublemaker stirring up the tenants.
An ex-fighter, named Roman.
- Good god, Alden, do you mean to tell me
that a multi-million dollar deal is being held up
by some little punch-drunk boxer?
- This one's no ordinary troublemaker.
- So don't give him an ordinary payoff,
give him an extraordinary payoff,
but let's get it done for God sakes.
- Waste of time.
- Everything in its time, Mr. Albano.
I've sent a man to contact Roman.
As soon as I speak with him about our generous offer,
we'll all be in the clear
and several million dollars richer.
I'll contact each of you later on
this evening with the results.
Oh, and one more thing, gentlemen.
In the event that Mr. Roman refuses our generous offer,
he will of course be, in one way or the other, eliminated.
They're all in line.
Soon we'll be in a position to control this entire deal.
It's working out exactly as you said, it's brilliant.
- Dammit, here we go again.
Who sent you? - I don't know, I don't know.
- Dammit, don't lie to me. - I don't know.
- Who sent you? - They just gave me $10.
I don't know when.
Let me go, let me go, let me go.
- Who sent you? - I don't know.
Please, please. - Was he in a vehicle?
- I don't know.
- Go.
Okay, here you are.
Just jump.
Mr. Leacock, this is the advanced class.
Please leave dojo until your class begin.
- Hey, what's happening, Speedy?
How you been?
What's happening?
- Shibata just threw me out the dojo.
- Ah, special class for his sons again?
- Special class, my ass.
- Well you know they are good, you know that.
- What are we, boy scouts?
- You can't blame a guy for preferring his own sons,
Speedy, you know that.
- Why not, he's suppose to be a karate man.
- Hey, I understand Speedy, but he's always been good to me,
you know, sort of like a second father.
Besides, ever since I was a little child
him and my old man were just like that.
Come on, let's go get our workout.
I told the old man we'd meet him later on anyway, come on.
- No.
- I beg your pardon?
- I think you heard, I said no.
- Perhaps you should take some time to think about it.
10,000, that's a lot of money.
- Let me tell you somethin', pal,
I don't have to think about it.
You're all the same, you rich bastards.
You think you wave a handful of money
and everybody's gonna jump.
Well those buildings ain't just made of bricks, you know.
People live in those buildings, people.
And as crummy as those dumps are, they're people's homes,
and don't forget it, mister.
They're not leaving and I'm not leaving.
So you can take this here polite bribe
and you can shove it up your polite ass.
- Hello, it's perfect, he refused it outright.
I'll inform the others to hear their opinions,
although I have no doubt as to what their decisions will be.
- Well my friend, I talked to the bastard
who is the head of the landlord syndicate.
- And? - And what?
He offered me money and I told him to shove it,
the bastard, but at least I know who he is now.
And if he wants to do anything about it,
he'll have me to deal with, and this.
- Ah, my friend.
Has it come to that?
All for the few building, that's not worth living in?
Is that worth your life?
- My life? No.
It's not the buildings, goddamn the buildings.
You know it's funny, I always hated the buildings.
It's the goddamn landlords driving in their big fancy cars,
living in mansions with their fat-assed wives.
All our money goes to rent, we're barely makin' it.
They get it all.
Shibata, what are we gonna do?
There's no place else to go from here but down.
The next place is the gutter.
It just ain't right, you know.
- It's simple, Louis.
- It just ain't right that they should push us around
like we was garbage.
Anyway, I ain't dead yet.
And if anything should happen, you know,
I want you to give this here to Charley.
The bastard's name is here, and the whole story.
You know how hot-headed the kid is,
why he'll run out and he'll get himself killed.
Just give him a little while to cool off.
By then, he'll know what to do with this name.
- You have my word, my friend.
But have you thought of the police?
- What police, they own the police.
Anyway, who's committed a crime?
But my, my son Charley...
- You have my word, your son's alive,
he stays while you no death, my friend.
Still hope you're wrong.
- Yeah, I suppose we can hope for that, Shibata.
My friend, my good friend, Shibata.
- Yeah, hello.
Yeah, Albano residence.
- Hello, Jake, Alden here.
May I speak with Mr. Albano?
- Hey boss, it's brains on the phone.
I mean Mr. Alden.
- Hello, Alden?
Right.
What do I think?
What do you think I think?
You want me to put out the contract?
You got somebody?
You better not mess this up.
Just kill the bastard and forget it.
- It's just like you said,
they'll all line up, like sheep.
- Then the next one was my biggest fight.
And your mother, God rest her soul,
she was the best fight critic I ever saw or ever heard of.
She says to me, ''Louis, you're not ready.
''Sugar Ray is gonna kick your ass.''
Well, she didn't say kick your ass,
but that's what she meant.
Sure enough, he did.
Sugar Ray, he was the best.
And I'll tell you something,
it's no shame to have your ass kicked by Sugar Ray, right?
- That's right, you better believe it.
- Hello.
Yeah, oh hello Alden, what can I do for you?
Yeah, he won't?
10,000, shh.
Well, we sure as hell can't wait any longer, get rid of him.
What, how?
I don't give a damn how.
Ask Albano, he used to be a hit man.
Yeah, yeah, right.
Okay, so long.
For Christ sake baby, I'm driving.
Later, later, huh.
Oh, that's different.
- No, no, that's enough about my fights.
I must've told you about them 50 times anyway.
- Oh, come on Pops, tell us more about the Foreman fight.
- Come on, Uncle Louis, once more.
- No, no, no, it's late and I'm not gettin' any younger
and I gotta get my rest, you know?
Hey. * What love can bring
- You're good boys, both of you.
My son, and my other son, I love you both.
- Goodnight Pop.
What's this, huh?
- Uh, it's nothing Charley. - Huh?
- What is it?
- It's just a little precaution.
What with the way things are going on the block,
I just don't want you to worry about it.
- But wait a minute, what do you mean,
the way things are going on the block?
We've never had anything like this before.
- Look, I don't want you to worry about it.
It's just an old man's ideas, that's all.
Now, just forget it, and have yourselves a good time,
and I'll see you tomorrow.
* I'd stay away
* But how it's gone so fast
* I just couldn't last
- Hello?
Judge Engstrom's residence.
- E. Bautly Alden here, for Judge Engstrom.
- One moment, please.
Judge, Mr. Alden waiting for you on the phone.
- Alden, yes.
He wouldn't?
What the hell is going on nowadays?
It's that goddamn welfare, it spoils them.
Oh, I don't care what you do.
Yes, I want you to do something,
but I don't want to hear about it.
What do you mean, why?
You just can't come out and tell a judge
of the state supreme court
that you're having somebody murdered.
Yes, dammit, I agree.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Goodnight.
- Junior, I just want the stuff,
I won't ask you for anything more.
Please.
Junior don't do me like this.
- This is Jackson.
Shit, put him away.
Yeah, let me know.
So long.
Now, don't let that door hit you in the ass.
- Junior, you won't tell anybody will you?
You swear you won't tell anybody?
Because if my old man finds out he'll kill me.
He'll kill me.
* Keep the pounding tough
- I told you, baby,
you can leave any time, bitch.
* Keep the pounding tough
- Hey, my man, why you look so down all of the sudden?
- I'm just a little worried, Speedy.
I've never seen my father packing a rod before.
And I just don't like it, you know?
I'm going home, goodnight.
- Wait for me.
Want me to hang out, blood?
- No, it's okay, Speed, I'm just a little jumpy man.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
- Solid. - Okay.
Oh my god.
- Charley, Charley what is it my man, what's happenin'?
Oh, damn.
Hello, this is Shibata.
- Master Shibata, this is Speedy.
Master Shibata, Mr. Roman is dead.
Dead, my friend's dead?
- Yeah, I said dead, Charley and I just found him.
- How did it happen?
- I don't know, I don't-
- Where's Charlie, how is he?
- He looks bad, he flew out past me like,
like he didn't even know me.
- Stay with him.
Don't leave him, I'll call the police.
Go now, hurry.
- Right, okay, bye.
- Oh god, how could he be dead?
Pop.
If I'd gone with you, this never would have happened.
I'll get him, whoever did this, I'll get him.
I swear it, he's going to pay for this, I promise.
Why would anyone want to kill him?
And how, he was carrying a gun.
How could anyone get so close
without him putting up a fight?
I'll revenge your death Pop, if it's the last thing I do.
- I was waiting at your house, come inside.
- Who are they?
I'll kill 'em, I swear to god,
I'll kill each and every one of them.
This the letter you want.
- Give it to me.
It's from your father.
- I said give it to me.
I'm so sorry, I cannot.
- Dammit I want those names.
- That's not who your father is.
He entrust me to hold you for awhile.
If you still want it, I shall give it to you.
- I want those names.
- What will you do with them if you have them?
You are not a man enough yet.
- Then I shall die.
Let them kill me too.
- That was not your father's wish either.
- But he was your friend, help me.
What am I gonna do?
- If you want to find the men who kill your father,
you must learn more than you know now.
- What do you mean learn, there's nothing to learn.
- Charley, when you were born, your father saved my life.
Now, I cannot pay him back, but I can save his son.
He asked me to do this.
He was my family, will you listen to me?
- Yes, Master Shibata, I'm sorry.
- I will send you to a great master.
He will teach you anything you want to know.
He was my teacher too.
- Then I'll go now.
- But your father's funeral.
- I will honor my father best by avenging his death,
not by weeping at his funeral.
- You are your father's son, my boy.
- Look my man, where you goin'?
- Look Speedy, I'm going away and I'll be gone awhile,
you understand?
- But where are you going?
What are you gonna do?
Why don't you just lay here and we'll work on it together.
- I'll have plenty to do, Speedy.
- Charley, Charley, I wanna help you, my man.
- Listen, nobody can help me, Speedy.
This is something that I've got to do alone, you understand?
It's my job.
Don't worry, Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and I'll get even for what they did to you.
- Hey Joey, what's with this?
- Look at all this shit,
some sucker dumped it here last night.
- Some sucker who?
- Some sucker who do you think who?
First they turn off the heat, then they turn off the gas,
then they turn off the lights,
then they turn us on to some rats,
and now they're turning garbage trucks over on us.
So dig it, everybody's gettin' a bit turned off, you know.
- Yeah, I hear you.
Maybe I better keep my eyes open around here
a couple of days, huh?
Master Shibata sent me,
he says you can teach me everything I need to know.
- Very well, very well, get up.
Come inside with me.
Do you know the Kata Sanchin?
Please.
Do this.
- What is this?
I came here to learn how to kill,
and you treat me like a beginner.
- Mr. Kim, will you come in for a moment?
Mr. Kim is presently my only other student.
He has been with me only three months.
You wish to kill men, do you not?
He's only a beginner, attack him.
- Are you kidding?
I didn't come here to play games with kids.
I'll hurt him.
- Perhaps.
Attack him, Mr. Roman, and we shall see.
- Damn.
- Thank you, Mr. Kim.
And now, Mr. Roman, will you kindly do it my way?
- I'll tell you, Pop, it's not easy
starting all over from the beginning,
but I'll do it, I'll do anything, anything to get them.
- Whoa. - I can't wait till I start
working on some advanced training.
I must get back and revenge my father's death.
I promise you, father, they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
- Stand up.
Bow, yes, but watch also.
- Don't worry, Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and get even for what they did to you.
- Come, it's time for dinner.
- The panther sleep with one eye open.
- Hey, my man.
- Get him.
- The time will come,
and when it does I'll kill them with my bare hands.
- Gentlemen, our problems are over.
The last tenants have left and demolition
is due to start within a few weeks.
Soon we shall be rich men, or richer perhaps.
Well, and you, I suppose you'll be going into politics now.
- I believe I will run for Congress.
Money and my record, how can I lose?
It's time for stricter law and order in this country
and some decent respect for the traditions
this country was founded on.
- Starting your campaign speeches a little early aren't you?
- What about you, Flashy?
- Man, I'm gonna get me a Silver Cloud Rolls-Royce
a block long, custom made with bullet proof windows,
just like the president.
I'm gonna fill that Rolls with a variety of foxy broads.
And every motherfucker in Harlem is gonna be
breakin' his neck when I cruise by.
- You people just don't think like big businessmen.
Hm, investments, smart investments,
now that's the way to make your money grow.
- Investments my ass.
I'll have enough money to get away now.
All my life I ain't seen nothin' but Brooklyn.
I wanna go to China and France and Turkey,
and Italy and Mama Mia and Napoli.
- What about you, Mursky?
- Nothing fancy, I'm just gonna get the hell out
of this crummy city and live like a human being.
I think I'll buy a hotel in Miami.
- Possibly a good investment.
- Well, anyway, I'm gonna sit in the sun
in my penthouse and have only the best people over.
- And a colored maid and butler serving drinks, right?
- Right.
- Well, good luck to you all,
but when you come back to town, look me up.
By that time I will have accumulated enough
real estate interests to satisfy all your needs for housing.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Alden. - How are you, Mike?
- This is it, huh? - So, this is what
we're talking about, eh?
- That's the one. - Mm hm.
- Up there, that whole thing going down there.
- Yeah, I told you. - We're gonna go down
right to the corner. - And us?
All these buildings are ours, right?
- How about that, huh? - Right.
- Corner and all the way down.
- That's not bad, Alden, you did a-
- Well done, Alden.
- Well I told you, I told you. - Very good, I think
we're gonna do all right here.
- Man, any time you're in Florida,
you come down and see me,
and bring some of that money along, you hear?
- I won't be one of the colored help.
- Hey because that whole block sold out.
Man, that's a great, huh? - Great job, man.
- Mr. Alden, there's that guy
that's been following us around.
- Enjoy it while you can, suckers.
- Hey you two, run up there and bring
that little bastard down here to me.
- Who's that guy up there?
- Not you Mike, they'll take care of it.
- Where is he?
- You lookin' for me? - There he is.
The time is almost here, Pop, I'm ready.
- Rise, my son.
The time for your mission has come.
- Oh God, whoever you are, please help me.
Give me the strength I need for my mission ahead.
I've got to get to Master Shibata's and get that letter.
Pop, I'm going home, I'll keep my promise.
- Hey Charley. - So long, Sup.
- Listen, I'm gonna be comin' to New York,
where can I find you?
- Probably at Master Shibata's dojo but I'll be pretty busy.
- I know, Master Ying has told me.
Anyway, good luck.
- Thank you, I'll see you again, my friend.
- Oh no, not again.
- Master Ying sends his regards.
- How is the old man?
- He does not change much.
- No, that's true, but he's well?
- Yes, yes he is well.
- And you my boy, are you well?
- I am ready.
- Ready?
You have not changed then.
- It is time, I have come for the letter.
- Very well.
- Thank you.
- ''My son, Charley,
when you read this letter I will be dead.
The circumstances of my death, Shibata will have told you.
E. Bautly Alden is my murderer,
even if he did not do it with his own hands.
He and his kind will continue to trample on
poor people like us until someone puts an end to them.
You must stop him before it's too late.
Promise me, Charley, that you will help the poor people
that are unable to help themselves.
Your fight will be a long and lonely one,
but always remember who your enemies are.
They have no heart, no human feelings,
and will stop at nothing.
Please stop those murderers, Charley.
Stop them cold, it's my last wish, I love you.''
- Charley, damn, good to see you.
- How you doin', Speedy?
- When'd you get back? - I just got back today.
- Well look, let's, I'll buy you dinner, come on.
- No, no, I'd better not.
- Come on bro, I ain't seen you since-
- Since my father was murdered?
Yes, I know,
but I have some very important business to take care of.
- I'll help. - No, you can't help.
This I've got to do alone.
It would be better if you were seen without me for awhile.
- Alden, Albano, Mursky, Engstrom, Jackson,
that's who killed your father.
- But how do you know, my father only knew Alden.
- I've been followin' them for six months.
I know where they go, when they go there,
what they do when they get there, I know them inside out.
I want to help.
- No, they killed my father, this is my business.
- Let me help, Charley.
Besides, I've got my own reasons for helping.
And you know what your father meant to me.
- Okay, you can help, but this is my fight.
- Okay, okay, come on, let's go.
- E. Bautly Alden, brains of the deal.
Albano, punk mafioso.
Mursky, you rich pig.
Judge Engstrom, some kinda judge.
No Mercy Jackson, you filthy scum.
Albano is first.
- Hey boss.
Here's your scotch and soda.
- Look at that Jake, not bad eh?
Three bullseyes outta five.
Go ahead Jake, let me see if you can get three outta five.
- No, no, boss, I couldn't do it.
- Try it Jake.
Hey, use your own bow.
Where's your bow? - I don't know boss,
somewhere in the shed.
- Well go find it.
- Too open here boss, you oughtn't to be out here alone.
- Jake, put that gun away.
I told you, them days are over.
I'm sick of you following me around with that cannon.
Everywhere I go.
You think I got 25 bodyguards all over the grounds here
so I can worry when I'm relaxin' in my yard?
Jake, go find your bow.
- Ah where the hell are ya?
Where the hell are ya?
I don't like leaving the boss alone like that.
Come on, son of a bitch, where are you?
- Who the hell are you?
- It's right here.
Aha, arrows.
Where is that bow?
- Do you know this man?
- No, no, no.
- His name is Louie Roman, he was my father.
You and your boys had him killed
but you don't even know him, do you?
You're gonna pay for this fatso, and you'll know who did it.
- There you are you little bastard.
Comin', boss.
Hey boss I found it.
Now where did he go?
I better look for him.
Nah, I better not.
''Jake, don't follow me around,'' that's what he said.
I better practice on my own.
Watch.
I'll show 'em how it's done.
Not bad, not bad at all.
God.
Jesus Christi.
God, I told you so.
Hello, Alden.
- Yes, Jake.
When?
Who was it, Jake?
You don't know, is that what you're telling me, Jake?
You mean somebody took that small army down there
and dismantled it, pulled it apart,
is that what you're telling me?
Get over here right away.
It seems that somebody executed Mr. Albano.
What do you make of that?
- What the hell do you mean Albano's dead?
Nobody has any idea?
Come on, Alden, people don't just get killed for no reason.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, maybe it was the mob.
But what do you plan to do now?
Sit tight, you're goddamn right I'll sit tight.
- It's Mursky's turn.
He might be expecting us.
- I'd love to see
those guys show up here.
- Come on Millie, the car's waiting downstairs.
Oh, Christ, I got another one of my headaches.
Where is that bitch?
Come on Millie, let's go, let's go.
Come on, let's go for Christ sake.
Let's go for Christ sake.
- It's not me it's not me.
Come on.
Get us outta here fast.
You, Mursky, rich pig.
Let's see where your money gets you now.
- Go back, get that son of a bitch.
I want him dead, now.
I promise you, father, they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
- This is obviously no coincidence.
- Coincidence?
Man, somebody's after our asses.
What are we gonna do about it?
- What do you propose we do about it, Mr. Jackson?
- Listen, Albano and Mursky are dead.
All we hear is two kids did it.
We don't know who they are.
But what we gotta do now, is get 'em to come to us.
- Excellent, Mr. Jackson, brilliant, a trap.
Of course a trap requires bait.
Are you volunteering for that role?
If not you, then who?
Mr. Alden, me perhaps you were thinking?
No, Mr. Jackson, I think not.
I don't know, nor do I much care
what you gentlemen plan to do.
As for myself, I intend to use my own security.
It's functioned quiet nicely for me in the past.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Shit, his security has functioned quite nicely.
Okay, fuck him.
If he goes there's more for us.
And I plan to stick around and get mine.
- It's Alden, they're gone.
It's working perfectly.
- And now the judge.
What do you know about him?
- He's got lots of private guards, that's cool.
But he's got two New York City cops guarding his room.
We wanna get in to working with cops?
- No, no, cops we don't need.
I have a better idea, an old Japanese assassin's trick.
- Hey, what was that?
- Stick over here, this is our detail.
- Yeah. - Don't worry about that.
Let them guys take care of it.
- Give me 10 minutes. - Gotcha.
* Small and dark and young and lovely
- Hey, hey what was that?
- Forget it, stick right here.
- Yeah well, they can take care of it.
There's a couple of guys down there.
* Yo, yo, hey, yo mama
Okay, I'm done.
- After all, the judge is a pretty good guy,
we'll take care of him while he's laying there.
We were told to stay here, so we'll stay here.
That's all, I think they can handle it.
- Better than poundin' the beat in the park.
- You don't get these kind of jobs all the time,
so let's take advantage of it.
I hope nothin' really happened down there,
I don't think so.
Well, we were told to stay here by the sergeant,
so here we stay.
This is a pretty soft beat.
Not bad.
Be here than pounding beat in the park.
Well we were told to stay here,
so here we'll stay.
After all, the judge is a pretty good guy,
we'll take care of him while he's...
Hey, what was that?
What about Jackson?
- Charley, I want this prick.
- I can dig where you're comin' from, Speedy,
but he killed my father.
- No, you can't dig where I'm comin' from, you don't know.
Remember I told you I had my own reasons for helping you?
Well, this is the sucker that killed my brother.
- Your brother?
What brother, I didn't even know you had a brother.
- I don't anymore, this mother killed him.
This chump is the ace dude for drugs in Harlem, understand?
Five years ago, my little brother OD'd.
12 years old, he was 12 years old.
He nodded out on a rooftop with
this pig's junk in his veins, and never woke up.
This nigga killed him just like he put a gun to his head
and blew out his brains.
He ripped my brother then,
and he's rippin' my people off right now.
And this motherfucker calls himself a black man?
I want his ass.
- You got him.
- What did you want, man?
- Special delivery for Mr. Jackson.
Are you Jackson? - No.
- Sorry, I got to give it to Emanuel Jackson.
- I'm his mother, you dig?
- Yeah, well that's cool, you got it, mother.
- ''Jackson, you're dead, special delivery.''
You see a stamp on this letter, you dumb son of a bitch?
Get him, get me that mailman.
You two get him.
- Go.
There he is.
Hey man, turn around.
Hey man, this ain't the dude.
Well look at shorty here.
Hey brother, what can I do for you?
- Die, brother, that's what you can do for me.
Just sit down.
Here's a present from the skinny little kids on the block.
- Damn.
- Albano, Mursky, Engstrom.
And today, Jackson.
Next, they'll be coming for me.
You know, I think they'll be surprised
as to what we have arranged for them.
- And now for the big boy, he should be tougher.
One left, Speedy.
- Solid, when?
- Let's take the night off, we'll do it tomorrow.
- That's cool.
- It's okay, Mike, everything's all set.
- Just like you said, Mr. Alden.
- Who's on the intercom down here?
- Laslow, it's okay, he's a good boy.
- What about the elevators?
- I checked it twice.
- Well then, let's check it again.
- Charley.
- Sup, what are you doing here?
- I flew in.
I told you I was comin' to New York.
- Who the hell is grasshopper?
- I don't know what he is,
but he's not exactly a grasshopper.
Speedy Leacock, Sup Kim.
Now go home, you understand?
- Hey, Charley, where you guys goin'?
- We're going somewhere dangerous, Sup.
- Good, I'm comin'. - And you ain't comin'.
Charley, we ain't got time to jerk with Kato here.
- Exactly what I said so, take me along,
otherwise, you know I'm gonna come with you.
- Okay, okay.
You don't know this kid, Speedy.
But look, here's what we're into.
- Laslow, tell 'em we're comin' up.
- Mike and Mr. Alden are on their way up.
- Okay, boss, it's like you say,
the building's vacant from 10 on up.
If you push any floor up to 10, the elevator works as usual.
But if you push any button above 10...
It still stops at 10.
- Oh excellent, excellent.
What if they come up the stairs?
Or what if they get off at a lower floor
and then come up the stairs?
- Come on, I'll show you.
Don't worry, it's a foolproof trap.
No one's gettin' in here unless they've got a tank.
- Now, Sup, you stay with Speedy, you understand?
Okay.
I promise you, father, they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
- They're here, they're comin' up the elevator.
- Right.
They're here, they're comin' up the elevator.
- Well, okay boys, how about a drink?
- What the hell?
- Listen, we don't have time to figure it out now.
- Michael.
- Thank you. - Allen.
- What is this? - Let's go.
- Hold it.
Be cool, we got to wait.
- Ah, I'd like to propose a toast.
Here's to our enemies.
- Bottoms up. - Long may they fall.
- Son of a bitch.
- All right everybody hold it.
I don't know how you got by my men downstairs,
but this is the end of the line.
You people didn't really think that I was gonna be
as easy as Jackson and Engstrom and the rest of 'em, did ya?
- Alden.
I'll take care of him.
Clean up this mess and meet me upstairs.
- You get those two, I'll get them.
All right, Sup?
Come on, Sup.
Oh my God.
Oh no.
Come.
- Master Shibata, you got the machine guns?
- Yes, me.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't know.
I never understood, until now.
- But you understand now, Charley, don't you?
- Yes, I couldn't understand my father
having been killed by a single blow,
without even going for his gun.
How could anyone have gotten that close?
Now I know, but why?
- I want you to understand before you die.
I'm a member of Yakuza, you know the name?
The most powerful organization in Japan.
In Japan, we take what we want.
Here, we must be more careful.
It was necessary that I kill your father.
- But he was your friend.
- I have no friend, he was in my way, so I kill him.
It was easy.
And I used you to kill them for me.
And now, it's your turn.
- Hold it, hold it, this one is mine.
- Come on Charley, take that chop suey chump off.
Go ahead, Charley.
- Great, for you give me the pleasure
to kill you with my bare hands.
- Fool, didn't Master Ying teach you
that pride was the greatest weakness?
Come on, let's get the hell outta here.
I've stopped them, father, I've stopped them.
God have mercy on my soul.
I've kept my promise.
* That's a promise
* Bet you won't put your trust in me
* Bet you won't let me go further than you can see
* Bet you think I planned something and won't say it
* If you think I'm thinking of a slicker way
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* How many times have I shook your hand
* How many times have you walked away saying I'm your man
* Count the times you've made me cry
* If you think I'm gonna keep cryin'
* Until the day I die
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna get ya
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise