the scar.
I've seen him before.
It looks like he's seen you before, too, pal.
Well, you know how to deal with it.
Excuse me. Those two gentlemen
over there, who are they?
- Welcome to the party, Leo.
- Hello.
Ah, friends of the governor, sir.
The man with the glasses is Leo Burke.
The one with the scar
is Tojo Ken, his assistant.
Thanks.
- That's him.
- That's who?
The guy that Taylor told me about.
- Leo Burke.
- Lion.
Yeah. Friends of the governor, too.
This is getting very interesting.
Armstrong, Inspector Singh
has something to say to you.
I have informed your commanding officer
that just before Marine Taylor was killed
you were seen by several witnesses
going into his room.
Accompany me to the police station
to answer several serious questions.
Bastard! Bastard!
Who do you think you are,
showing up here?
- (woman) You're scum!
- Keep an eye on him. I'll be back.
I tell you now, I'd love to kill you!
- This man is a drug dealer.
- You are mistaken.
- Careful. She's not well.
- I'm perfectly well.
- This man is a criminal. Arrest him.
- Remove her.
He's a criminal.
He took my father prisoner. Please help!
Please! No! Let me go!
(Wild Bill) Well, gentlemen?
I don't think the US armed forces
let a lady down yet.
- Yes, sir. We should kick some ass.
- Take my car.
Yes, sir.
No! Get your filthy hands off of me!
(man) Get in the car!
- Charlie, tail the Caddy.
- What?
The caddy.
Attaboy.
(woman) Get your hands off me! No! Help!
(woman screams)
(# ''Sin City'' by Michael Bishop)
Hi, Joe.
(she grunts)
I thought you'd be back this way.
- Aah!
- Help! Help me, someone!
Help me! They're taking me
to the back room!
Help! Please, someone!
(woman) Get away from me!
Come on, you midgets. Come on.
(Jackson) I'm ready to take you on.
How about you, shorty?
I'm waiting. Let's go!
It's a party!
(Jackson) Who's next?
Help!
(Jackson) Yeah! I love it!
(Jackson) Come on!
If you wanna be a man, learn how to eat.
- (man) Hey, hey!
- What?
(he laughs)
What do you want, huh?
Yeah, it's a hand. Come on, baby.
(Jackson) I love it.
(Jackson) Come here, fat man.
Woo-hoo!
(Jackson) Here comes another one.
(man) That's not good.
How about lunch?
I guess this means lunch
is out of the question. That's all right.
(Jackson) Who wants some more?
Come on. I'm here.
Here, let me give you a hand.
What's happening, brother?
I love it. All right.
Look who's here. US marines.
How you doing, babe?
Get out my way. Give me some skin.
Yes.
- (whistles)
- Come on.
He's OK.
Yeah.
Come on.
(Jackson) Love it.
(Charlie) You love it.
Let's do it some more. Come on.
Shit! That's my car!
(Charlie) Get away from there!
What are you doing?
- Come on...
- No!
(Charlie) What is it?
(Armstrong) Get in!
(man) Come on, let's do it.
Watch it, one eye! You're lucky!
Let's go.
It seems as if
you've lost your transport, Captain.
I don't think so.
Your car, sir.
What is this, Farlie? Some kind of a joke?
- Sorry, sir.
- We just had to kick some ass, sir.
Look at the state of you.
You're a disgrace to the corps.
- They wrecked our uniforms, too.
- Shut up.
Told you we're not used
to these fancy marine togs.
Where is Armstrong?
You heard. Where's Armstrong?
Heck if I know. He disappeared.
Disappeared, eh?
Yeah, he disappeared.
You had better find him
and bring him to me.
- I don't want to have to do it my way.
- Heaven forbid.
- Hey, isn't...
- We'll be leaving now, Farlie.
(Wild Bill) Jackson, let's go.
Give me a call.
- Yes.
- (Wild Bill) Jackson.
Coming.
- What's happening, Leo?
- We'll soon find out.
(car approaches)
The girl escaped.
That damn American ninja.
He fights like a tiger.
We'll have to get rid of him.
If the inspector can't do the job,
I