possess great skills.
I can take care of myself. Let go of me.
(whispers) Who are they?
What do you think I am,
a jungle baby or something?
Would you...? I can't go as fast as you.
Don't you touch my shoes.
I hope you're going to Italy
to get me a pair of designer shoes.
I can't believe you just did that.
You are crazy, do you know that?
These are my favourite shoes.
What are you gonna do with that?
What?
You, my dear, are going to town
to buy me new shoes and a new skirt.
Don't you touch my skirt. What are you...?
No! No way. I am not going in that water.
I don't care who's chasing us.
There are leeches. I'm not going in there.
Do!
Get away from me, you creep!
You trying to kill me or something?
Leave me alone, all right?
I swear.
Would you look at me? Look at my shirt.
Look at my hair. It's a mess.
Do you have a comb, by any chance?
Comb. Course not. Stupid question.
- Shoes...
- Are you OK?
- My clothes are just a bit wet, thank you.
- Well, we can hang 'em out to dry.
Are you serious?
They should be dry pretty soon.
If my father saw us out here like this,
he would absolutely kill you.
Do you realise that?
Oops. But, uh... I kinda like it.
- Feels kinda natural, don't you think?
- It's gonna start getting dark.
You know, I don't even
know your name.
Joe.
That's it?
- Yeah, just call me Joe.
- Joe.
- OK, Joe.
- Look, uh...
Colonel's gonna be worried. We'd
better get dressed and get outta here.
I want every inch of that
jungle covered before dark.
- Get every man out in the field now.
- Yes, sir.
Third time we've been hit. Call the chief of
police and tell him to get his ass in gear.
Sir!
And your ass is in a sling, mister,
if anything's happened to Patricia.
- We tried our best, sir.
- Obviously it wasn't good enough.
- No, sir.
- What happened out there?
We've never had any casualties
in these instances before.
We wouldn't have had any
if that new man hadn't been along.
Your daughter'd be here right now, safe, if
he hadn't started acting like John Wayne.
That son of a bitch is gonna be sorry
he ever joined this goddamn army.
- Jackson!
- Yes, sir.
- Did you check the wounds?
- Yes, sir. I did.
- What the hell did you find out?
- Have you ever heard of ninjutsu, sir?
- The secret art of assassination.
- Yeah, I have.
Well, according to
witnesses' testimony...
...this massacre was the work of ninjas.
Ninjas?
You have served me well, my friend.
Until today, your record was spotless.
But the truck with the most
valuable cargo got away.
Another incident like this, I might
have to shut down the entire operation.
(speaks Japanese)
An American ninja? What do you mean?
There is no such thing.
I do not lie. I know it is death to
teach the secrets to the westerner...
...but I also know there was
an American ninja there.
The buyers arrive tomorrow.
It's a multimillion-dollar deal.
Nothing must be left to chance.
This American, whatever
he is, get rid of him.
I guess it's goodbye.
Guess so.
Well, bye.
Goodbye.
Look at me.
Don't I look absolutely ridiculous?
- No, you look good.
- Thank you.
Well, goodbye.
Joe!
Thanks. Thanks for everything.
I suppose you think you're a hero cos
you brought my daughter back alive.
No, sir.
Good.
Because I've got half a mind
to throw you under the stockade.
Just what in the hell were you
tryin' to prove out there?
Nothing, sir.
We've got a touchy situation
with these rebels.
We're under standing orders
not to provoke any incidents.
There was nothing in
that convoy worth protecting.
Now we've got four
dead men on our hands.
There's gonna be an investigation.
You're gonna be court-martialled
and I can't help ya.
Get outta my sight.
- Do you have his record, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.
- Well, let's hear it.
- Yes, sir.
Date of birth: Unknown.
Parents: Unknown.
Next of kin: Unknown.
A construction crew found him
on an island six years ago...
...knocked unconscious by an