Screw it. Let's go for a swim.
Yeah. Come on.
- No, I'll stick around.
- Come on, guys.
Nobody's gonna steal it.
Hey, Charlie, Bert! Wait up!
The army's gonna stay on the beach.
- What do you think?
- Keep an eye on Taylor.
(engine starts)
Yah!
(snap!)
(he screams)
Where the hell's your friend?
I don't know. I'm gonna go look for him.
You guys get this back in the water.
Let's go.
(shouts in Japanese)
(snap!)
(he wails)
Joe!
This way.
Ninja? What the hell are ninja?
A secret Japanese society,
expert in the art of assassination.
What would Japanese assassins
be doing in this part of the world?
I believe they were trying to kidnap us, sir.
What would these guys
be grabbing you morons for?
That's enough, Sergeant.
Escort these three men outside.
And if a word of this gets out,
I'll have you shot, you understand?
This is the most ridiculous story
I've heard in my life.
My other four men were abducted
by these same ninja?
- Yes, sir.
- But why?
- Are they working for the Russians?
- We don't know.
Shit. I guess
I'll have to alert the ambassador.
If you give us a few more days,
we can come up with something.
- Can you?
- We do have a lead, sir.
OK. You got one week, but I don't like it.
They were there on the beach,
I'm telling you, Sarge.
Ninjas my ass! You guys
were over at Mangrove Island
taking care of the local talent, right?
You may have got away
with that in the army,
but you sure as hell
ain't gonna get away with it here.
- Loves you guys.
- Yeah. Charlie, where's Taylor?
He had a phone call.
- (man) Who are they?
- I don't know who they are.
- They're rangers, not marines.
- Rangers?
They're cipher clerks, joined us today.
They fight like professionals.
The blond one could almost be a ninja.
- A ninja?
- Yes. I want him dead.
Bring him to the Blind Beggar
tomorrow alone.
(sighs) Yeah, OK.
OK, I'll try, man, but it's dangerous.
OK.
(creaking)
Relax. It's Taylor. I 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.
-