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.
(door shuts)
(woman) You want some, mister?
(woman) Over here!
(man) Hey, man, open the door.
(woman) I'm open.
(people chatting indistinctly)
Stranger here, ain't you?
- Excuse me.
- Hey, Yankee asshole.
When I talk to you, answer me.
Nice and polite.
(gristly crunch)
(bone cracks)
(moaning)
# 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?
- Only Jackson.
- You know about me, don't you?
I know you led us into a trap,
but I don't know why.
Armstrong, I didn't wanna do it.
(Tom) Shit!
(man) Come on!
(moaning)
- You set me up.
- He's got my wife.
Who's got your wife?
I said who?
- Who?
- The Lion.
- Who's the Lion?
- The man who owns Blackbeard Island.
- Tell me more about him.
- I can't.
- Tell me!
- I can't!
Look, I'm the only one that can help you,
the only one.
He's a millionaire.
He made his money big time in drugs.
He's doing research.
- What kind of research?
- I don't know. They don't tell me.
- It's biological stuff.
- (tapping)
Did you hear that? Someone's there, man.
I hear somebody.
(sighs) I'm sorry to inform you of this,
but I have some bad news.
Taylor's been killed. I think you knew him.
- Yes, sir. Any idea who did it, sir?
- Not yet, but we shall find them.
The inspector thinks he was involved
in the local drug trade.
- We think Taylor was being blackmailed.
- How do you know?
- He told me.
- His wife was taken to Blackbeard Island.
He was probably afraid she'd be killed.
Rubbish. Blackbeard Island
is owned by Professor Sanborn.
Why should he blackmail
a nobody like Taylor?
It's a good question.
Why don't we go take a look?
Impossible. Professor Sanborn
is a man of impeccable character.
I would require a warrant
from the governor to search the place,
and he would be outraged
at such a suggestion.
- Would he?
- He certainly would, Captain.
Please remember
you people are guests here.
You can't go about trespassing
on other people's property.
For the sake of your good name, Captain,
I hope that no more of your young men
are involved in this sordid business.
I don't like that tiny maggot at all.
Ninjas, drug-pushers,
my men being kidnapped and murdered.
This is really beginning to get on my tits.
There's a reception tomorrow
at the governor's mansion.
A token party is required to attend.
I would like you men there.
To avoid any other complications,
I want you dressed as marines.
Marines?
(# Upbeat band music)
You look as much like a marine
as a bridesmaid.
Let's go.
Look, be careful with the uniform.
It's the only one I got.
Marines.
I'll just wait here.
I'll park the car. Yeah.
- Captain Woodward.
- Hello, Governor.
So glad that you could come. These men
are a credit to you, Ambassador.
- You do know my wife, I believe?
- Yes, I do, sir.
- How are you?
- Very well, my dear.
Jolly good. Enjoy yourselves.
Excuse us.
- I don't think I've met these men.
- They're on a special assignment.
Really? Can I have a word
about the reception next week?
Yes, you may.
Don't stand there
staring at the guests. Mingle.
And you, don't get drunk
and go puking on the pavements.
Excuse me, ma'am. Wow.
Did you know that eating this
is very bad for your health?
Really? So what do you suggest?
Well, isometrics, aerobics.
And me...
(Jackson) ...hours of pleasure and fun
and exercise that you can never imagine.
Believe me. I am telling you the truth.
- What?
- Guy with