Death Promise (1977) - full transcript
An apartment dweller goes on a search-and-destroy mission to kill the ruthless landlords who murdered his father.
(wind whistling)
(upbeat funky music)
* 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
(Charley laughing)
- 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
(door creaking)
(Charley sighs)
- [Narrator] In large US cities,
millions of people
live a life of poverty
in old rundown
apartment dwellings.
(Charley sighs)
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.
- [Charley] Dammit, they
turned the gas off again.
- [Narrator] 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.
(door creaking)
- Turned the water
off too, Jesus.
(Charley sighs)
- 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
,.
(men groaning)
Charley
.
(fists thudding)
Electricity,
hot water and gas.
(fists thudding)
(men groaning)
And that's for the lights.
(feet thudding)
(men groaning)
(dogs barking)
I got him Charley
,.
(Charley grunting)
Hey Charley, not bad.
Maybe that karate ain't
so bad after all, huh?
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fists thudding)
(man groaning)
- 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.
(dogs barking)
Get outta here punk,
and don't come back.
(door slamming)
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.
(Louis chuckling)
(muffled talking)
I've been practicing, you know?
(karate students grunting)
- Speedy, let's work
out a little bit
we don't have that much time.
- Yeah okay, that's cool.
(speaking foreign language)
(feet thudding)
(both grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- What you doin'
on the floor, bro,
is that what they're
teachin' you in the streets?
(Speedy grunting)
- 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.
(light dramatic music)
(car engine rumbling)
(car doors slamming)
(dogs barking)
(tense music)
(rats squeaking)
- Hey, what you guys
doin' down there?
Hey, they're putting rats
in the building, help.
Help.
Building-
(man chuckling)
- 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.
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- Yeah, kick his
ass kick his ass.
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- Oh shit
.
(fists thudding)
(feet thudding)
(tires screeching)
- 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.
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- [Man] 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?
- [Man] First these guys
put rats in the building.
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- 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?
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- 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?
- [Tenants] Right.
- Let's go.
- We let 'em go this time,
but we gonna get 'em,
we gonna get 'em cold.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
(light jazz music)
- 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.
(cane thudding)
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.
(tense music)
(cat meowing)
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.
(horns honking)
(sirens wailing)
(explosion booming)
(sirens wailing)
(horns honking)
- Dammit, here we go again.
(gasoline splashing)
(lighter clicking)
(foot stomping)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(man grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man screaming)
(man yelling)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(man panting)
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.
(man panting)
I don't know when.
(dog barking)
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 (gasping).
(man groaning)
(dog barking)
- Go.
(pole clinking)
(karate students grunting)
Okay, here you are.
(speaking foreign language)
(karate students grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
Just jump.
(pole clinking)
(karate students grunting)
Mr. Leacock, this is
the advanced class.
Please leave dojo
until your class begin.
(Speedy scoffs)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- Hey, what's happening, Speedy?
How you been?
(hands slapping)
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.
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
Come on, let's go
get our workout.
I told the old man we'd meet
him later on anyway, come on.
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- [Louis] 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.
(door thudding)
(rotary phone clicking)
- 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.
(phone thudding)
- 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.
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, hello.
Yeah, Albano residence.
- Hello, Jake, Alden here.
May I speak with Mr. Albano?
(cat meowing)
- Hey boss, it's
brains on the phone.
I mean Mr. Alden.
- Hello, Alden?
Right.
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,
(cat meowing)
they'll all line up, like sheep.
(pins clanking)
- 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.
(Speedy laughing)
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.
(car engine rumbling)
(phone ringing)
- 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.
(woman whispering)
Oh, that's different.
(light music)
(Louis sighs)
- 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.
(Louis chuckling)
- 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?
- [Charley] 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
(bar patrons talking
over each other)
* But how it's gone so fast
* I just couldn't last
(traffic humming)
(car brakes squeaking)
(car horn honking)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Judge Engstrom's residence.
- [Alden] E. Bautly Alden
here, for Judge Engstrom.
- One moment, please.
Judge, Mr. Alden waiting
for you on the phone.
(classical music)
- Alden, yes.
(chair creaking)
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.
(light jazz music)
(phone ringing)
Please.
Junior don't do me like this.
- This is Jackson.
Shit, put him away.
(Jackson laughing)
Yeah, let me know.
So long.
(bag crinkling)
(hand slapping)
(bag crinkling)
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
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
- [Jackson] I told you, baby,
you can leave any time, bitch.
(swanky jazz music)
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* 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.
(muffled talking)
(sirens wailing)
Oh my god.
- Charley, Charley what is
it my man, what's happenin'?
Oh, damn.
(car horn honking)
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- [Shibata] Hello,
this is Shibata.
- Master Shibata,
this is Speedy.
Master Shibata,
Mr. Roman is dead.
- [Shibata] Dead,
my friend's dead?
- Yeah, I said dead, Charley
and I just found him.
- [Shibata] How did it happen?
- I don't know, I don't-
- [Shibata] Where's
Charlie, how is he?
- He looks bad, he
flew out past me like,
like he didn't even know me.
- [Shibata] Stay with him.
Don't leave him,
I'll call the police.
Go now, hurry.
- Right, okay, bye.
(somber music)
- [Charley] 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.
(somber music continues)
- 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.
- [Shibata] This
the letter you want.
- Give it to me.
- [Shibata] It's
from your father.
- I said give it to me.
- [Shibata] I'm so
sorry, I cannot.
- Dammit I want those names.
(fist pounding)
- 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [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.
(drawer thudding)
Don't worry, Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and I'll get
even for what they did to you.
(plane roaring)
(upbeat funky music)
(trash clanking)
- 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?
(gentle flute music)
(fist knocking)
- [Charley] Master
Shibata sent me,
he says you can teach me
everything I need to know.
(gentle flute music)
(crickets chirping)
(paper rustling)
- Very well, very well, get up.
Come inside with me.
Do you know the Kata Sanchin?
Please.
(Charley sighs)
(Charley deeply exhaling)
Do this.
(Master Ying deeply exhaling)
(Master Ying grunting)
(Master Ying deeply exhaling)
- 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.
(Charley grunting)
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(Charley groaning)
(body thudding)
- Damn.
- Thank you, Mr. Kim.
And now, Mr. Roman, will
you kindly do it my way?
(Charley grunting)
- [Charley] 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.
(drums pounding)
I promise you, father,
they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
- Stand up.
(Charley deeply breathing)
(Charley panting)
(upbeat funky music)
(birds chirping)
(hand slapping)
(body thudding)
Bow, yes, but watch also.
- [Charley] Don't worry,
Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and get even
for what they did to you.
(Sup grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(Sup groaning)
(body thudding)
- Come, it's time for dinner.
(drums pounding)
(car horn honking)
(upbeat funky music)
(crickets chirping)
(pole thudding)
- The panther sleep
with one eye open.
(upbeat funky music)
(car door slamming)
- Hey, my man.
- [Man] Get him.
- [Charley] The time will come,
and when it does I'll kill
them with my bare hands.
(fists thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(birds chirping)
(Charley yelling)
(throwing star thudding)
(birds chirping)
(car horn honking)
- 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.
(Alden laughing)
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?
(men laughing)
- 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?
- [Jackson] 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.
(men talking over each other)
- [Mike] Mr. Alden,
there's that guy
that's been following us around.
(upbeat funky music)
- 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?
- [Alden] Not you Mike,
they'll take care of it.
(upbeat funky music)
(hatch clanking)
- Where is he?
(upbeat funky music continues)
- You lookin' for me?
- There he is.
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(fists thudding)
(feet thudding)
(man groaning)
(metal clanking)
(man groaning)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(speaking foreign language)
(man grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(arm crunching)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(fly buzzing)
- Flies annoys me.
(fly buzzing)
(bowl clanking)
- [Charley] The time is
almost here, Pop, I'm ready.
(cup clinking)
(Charley grunting)
(pole thudding)
(body thudding)
- Rise, my son.
The time for your
mission has come.
(gentle flute music)
- [Charley] 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.
(gentle flute music)
- 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.
(upbeat funky music)
- Master Ying sends his regards.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] Ready?
You have not changed then.
- It is time, I have
come for the letter.
- [Shibata] Very well.
- Thank you.
(door thudding)
(birds chirping)
- [Louis] ''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.
- [Charley] 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.
(birds chirping)
(bow string rattling)
(arrow thudding)
- Hey boss.
Here's your scotch and soda.
(leaves crunching)
- 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.
(leaves crunching)
- 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.
(birds singing)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(hand thudding)
(dogs barking)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fence rattling)
(shed door creaking)
- 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?
(birds chirping)
- [Albano] Who the hell are you?
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(glass clinking)
- It's right here.
Aha, arrows.
Where is that bow?
- Do you know this man?
- [Albano] 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?
(muffled talking)
You're gonna pay for this fatso,
and you'll know who did it.
- There you are
you little bastard.
Comin', boss.
(birds chirping)
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.
(arrow clacking)
Watch.
(arrow whooshing)
(Albano groaning)
I'll show 'em how it's done.
(Jake chuckling)
(arrow whooshing)
(Albano groaning)
Not bad, not bad at all.
(arrow whooshing)
(arrow thudding)
God.
Jesus Christi
.
God, I told you so.
(rotary phone clicking)
Hello, Alden.
- Yes, Jake.
When?
Who was it, Jake?
(cat meowing)
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.
(cat meowing)
It seems that somebody
executed Mr. Albano.
What do you make of that?
(Alden laughing)
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- 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.
- [Charley] It's Mursky's turn.
He might be expecting us.
(hands slapping)
(chairs creaking)
(both laughing)
- 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.
(dramatic music)
(Speedy grunting)
- It's not me it's not me.
(Millie gasps)
(door thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man screaming)
(dramatic funky music)
(trash can crashing)
Come on.
(Charley grunting)
Get us outta here fast.
(tires screeching)
(dramatic funky music)
- [Charley] You,
Mursky, rich pig.
Let's see where your
money gets you now.
(tires screeching)
(dramatic funky music)
(tires screeching)
(gate clanking)
(tires screeching)
(Charley yelling)
(tires screeching)
- Go back, get that
son of a bitch.
I want him dead, now.
(tires screeching)
(Charley grunting)
(window shattering)
(Charley yelling)
(tires screeching)
- [Charley] 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.
(rotary phone clicking)
- It's Alden, they're gone.
It's working perfectly.
- [Charley] 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.
(frog croaking)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
(fist knocking)
(fist thudding)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
* 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.
(suspenseful music)
* Yo, yo, hey, yo mama
Okay, I'm done.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
(muffled talking)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
This is a pretty soft beat.
- [Police Officer] Not bad.
(light dramatic music)
(tense music)
(muffled talking)
- [Police Officer] Be here
than pounding beat in the park.
- [Police Officer] 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...
(Engstrom snoring)
(Engstrom gasping)
Hey, what was that?
(Engstrom groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
(knee thudding)
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(body groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
- [Charley] 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.
(hands slapping)
- You got him.
(dramatic funky music)
- 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?
- [Speedy] Yeah, well that's
cool, you got it, mother.
(paper crinkling)
- ''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.
(dramatic funky music)
- Go.
There he is.
(dramatic funky music)
Hey man, turn around.
Hey man, this ain't the dude.
Well look at shorty here.
(man laughing)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(boots thudding)
(rats squealing)
- [Jackson] Hey brother,
what can I do for you?
- Die, brother, that's
what you can do for me.
(wrist cracking)
(woman screaming)
(Jackson groaning)
(arm cracking)
(Jackson screaming)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(body thudding)
(rats squealing)
(woman screaming)
- [Speedy] Just sit down.
Here's a present from the
skinny little kids on the block.
(Jackson screaming)
(woman screaming)
(rats squeaking)
(Jackson screaming)
(woman screaming)
(Jackson groaning)
(woman screaming)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(dramatic funky music)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man gasping)
(dramatic funky music)
(woman screaming)
- Damn.
- Albano, Mursky, Engstrom.
(cat meowing)
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.
(glasses clinking)
(traffic humming)
- 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.
- [Sup] 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.
(elevator whirring)
(car horn honking)
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.
(gun clicking)
No one's gettin' in here
unless they've got a tank.
- Now, Sup, you stay with
Speedy, you understand?
Okay.
(tense music)
I promise you, father,
they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
(tense music)
(pipes hissing)
- They're here, they're
comin' up the elevator.
- Right.
They're here, they're
comin' up the elevator.
(tense music)
(Alden sighs)
(tense music)
(machines whirring)
(gunshots banging)
- Well, okay boys,
how about a drink?
(tense music)
- What the hell?
- Listen, we don't have
time to figure it out now.
(tense music)
- Michael.
- Thank you.
- Allen.
- What is this?
- Let's go.
(tense music)
- Hold it.
Be cool, we got to wait.
- Ah, I'd like to
propose a toast.
(glasses clinking)
Here's to our enemies.
- Bottoms up.
- Long may they fall.
(men sighing)
(dramatic music)
(Speedy grunting)
(door crashing)
- Son of a bitch.
(gunshots banging)
(Speedy grunting)
(Allen groaning)
(Sup grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(Mike grunting)
(Sup grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(back cracking)
(Mike groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Mike screaming)
- 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?
(suspenseful music)
- Alden.
(Charley grunting)
(Alden groaning)
(dramatic funky music)
(door slamming)
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?
(man screaming)
(body thudding)
(Sup gasping)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(man panting)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(Mike grunting)
(Speedy groaning)
(Mike grunting)
(Speedy hollering)
(man screaming)
(Mike grunting)
(man yelling)
(Mike grunting)
(man yelling)
(nunchucks whooshing)
(Sup panting)
(Sup hollering)
(Mike growling)
- Who.
(dramatic funky music)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup hollering)
(nunchucks thudding)
(man groaning)
(man yelling)
(nunchucks thudding)
(man groaning)
(man yelling)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(Mike groaning)
(nunchucks rattling)
- [Speedy] Come on, Sup.
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
(Alden groaning)
(Alden coughing)
- Oh my God.
(Alden groaning)
Oh no.
(suspenseful music)
(cat meowing)
- Come.
(door slamming)
(car horn honking)
- 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.
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(fists thudding)
(fist thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(man grunting)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup hollering)
(hand slapping)
(man yelling)
(man grunting)
(Speedy hollering)
(fists thudding)
(body thudding)
(Speedy hollering)
(man grunting)
(Sup grunting)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Sup panting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(feet thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(man hollering)
(Speedy panting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup gasping)
(fist thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(fist thudding)
(Sup grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(both hollering)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(wind whistling)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Sup hollering)
(Sup panting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(hand thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(elbow thudding)
(Sup grunting)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(body thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup sighs)
- Hold it, hold it,
this one is mine.
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley yelling)
(wind whistling)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(Shibata groans)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(body thudding)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata yelling)
(Charley grunting)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley yelling)
- Come on Charley, take
that chop suey chump off.
Go ahead, Charley.
(wind whistling)
(Charley grunting)
(fists thudding)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(both panting)
(both grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Shibata grunting)
(katana whooshing)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley screaming)
(Shibata yelling)
(weapons clanking)
(both grunting)
(weapons clanking)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(weapons clanking)
(foot thudding)
- Great, for you
give me the pleasure
to kill you with my bare hands.
(katana thudding)
(Shibata yelling)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(hand slapping)
(Charley groaning)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(both groaning)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata groaning)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(both yelling)
(Shibata grunting)
(Shibata screaming)
(Shibata groaning)
(katana thudding)
- Fool, didn't
Master Ying teach you
that pride was the
greatest weakness?
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata screaming)
(body slamming)
(wind whistling)
Come on, let's get
the hell outta here.
(door clanking)
(wind whooshing)
(bugs chirping)
I've stopped them,
father, I've stopped them.
God have mercy on my soul.
I've kept my promise.
(wind whooshing)
(upbeat funky music)
* 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
(upbeat funky music)
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
(groovy music)
(upbeat funky music)
* 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
(Charley laughing)
- 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
(door creaking)
(Charley sighs)
- [Narrator] In large US cities,
millions of people
live a life of poverty
in old rundown
apartment dwellings.
(Charley sighs)
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.
- [Charley] Dammit, they
turned the gas off again.
- [Narrator] 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.
(door creaking)
- Turned the water
off too, Jesus.
(Charley sighs)
- 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
,.
(men groaning)
Charley
.
(fists thudding)
Electricity,
hot water and gas.
(fists thudding)
(men groaning)
And that's for the lights.
(feet thudding)
(men groaning)
(dogs barking)
I got him Charley
,.
(Charley grunting)
Hey Charley, not bad.
Maybe that karate ain't
so bad after all, huh?
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fists thudding)
(man groaning)
- 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.
(dogs barking)
Get outta here punk,
and don't come back.
(door slamming)
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.
(Louis chuckling)
(muffled talking)
I've been practicing, you know?
(karate students grunting)
- Speedy, let's work
out a little bit
we don't have that much time.
- Yeah okay, that's cool.
(speaking foreign language)
(feet thudding)
(both grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- What you doin'
on the floor, bro,
is that what they're
teachin' you in the streets?
(Speedy grunting)
- 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.
(light dramatic music)
(car engine rumbling)
(car doors slamming)
(dogs barking)
(tense music)
(rats squeaking)
- Hey, what you guys
doin' down there?
Hey, they're putting rats
in the building, help.
Help.
Building-
(man chuckling)
- 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.
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- Yeah, kick his
ass kick his ass.
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
- Oh shit
.
(fists thudding)
(feet thudding)
(tires screeching)
- 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.
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- [Man] 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?
- [Man] First these guys
put rats in the building.
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- 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?
(tenants yelling
over each other)
- 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?
- [Tenants] Right.
- Let's go.
- We let 'em go this time,
but we gonna get 'em,
we gonna get 'em cold.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
(light jazz music)
- 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.
(cane thudding)
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.
(tense music)
(cat meowing)
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.
(horns honking)
(sirens wailing)
(explosion booming)
(sirens wailing)
(horns honking)
- Dammit, here we go again.
(gasoline splashing)
(lighter clicking)
(foot stomping)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(man grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man screaming)
(man yelling)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(man panting)
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.
(man panting)
I don't know when.
(dog barking)
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 (gasping).
(man groaning)
(dog barking)
- Go.
(pole clinking)
(karate students grunting)
Okay, here you are.
(speaking foreign language)
(karate students grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
Just jump.
(pole clinking)
(karate students grunting)
Mr. Leacock, this is
the advanced class.
Please leave dojo
until your class begin.
(Speedy scoffs)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- Hey, what's happening, Speedy?
How you been?
(hands slapping)
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.
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
Come on, let's go
get our workout.
I told the old man we'd meet
him later on anyway, come on.
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- [Louis] 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.
(door thudding)
(rotary phone clicking)
- 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.
(phone thudding)
- 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.
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, hello.
Yeah, Albano residence.
- Hello, Jake, Alden here.
May I speak with Mr. Albano?
(cat meowing)
- Hey boss, it's
brains on the phone.
I mean Mr. Alden.
- Hello, Alden?
Right.
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,
(cat meowing)
they'll all line up, like sheep.
(pins clanking)
- 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.
(Speedy laughing)
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.
(car engine rumbling)
(phone ringing)
- 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.
(woman whispering)
Oh, that's different.
(light music)
(Louis sighs)
- 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.
(Louis chuckling)
- 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?
- [Charley] 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
(bar patrons talking
over each other)
* But how it's gone so fast
* I just couldn't last
(traffic humming)
(car brakes squeaking)
(car horn honking)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Judge Engstrom's residence.
- [Alden] E. Bautly Alden
here, for Judge Engstrom.
- One moment, please.
Judge, Mr. Alden waiting
for you on the phone.
(classical music)
- Alden, yes.
(chair creaking)
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.
(light jazz music)
(phone ringing)
Please.
Junior don't do me like this.
- This is Jackson.
Shit, put him away.
(Jackson laughing)
Yeah, let me know.
So long.
(bag crinkling)
(hand slapping)
(bag crinkling)
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
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
- [Jackson] I told you, baby,
you can leave any time, bitch.
(swanky jazz music)
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* Keep the pounding tough
* 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.
(muffled talking)
(sirens wailing)
Oh my god.
- Charley, Charley what is
it my man, what's happenin'?
Oh, damn.
(car horn honking)
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- [Shibata] Hello,
this is Shibata.
- Master Shibata,
this is Speedy.
Master Shibata,
Mr. Roman is dead.
- [Shibata] Dead,
my friend's dead?
- Yeah, I said dead, Charley
and I just found him.
- [Shibata] How did it happen?
- I don't know, I don't-
- [Shibata] Where's
Charlie, how is he?
- He looks bad, he
flew out past me like,
like he didn't even know me.
- [Shibata] Stay with him.
Don't leave him,
I'll call the police.
Go now, hurry.
- Right, okay, bye.
(somber music)
- [Charley] 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.
(somber music continues)
- 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.
- [Shibata] This
the letter you want.
- Give it to me.
- [Shibata] It's
from your father.
- I said give it to me.
- [Shibata] I'm so
sorry, I cannot.
- Dammit I want those names.
(fist pounding)
- 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [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.
(drawer thudding)
Don't worry, Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and I'll get
even for what they did to you.
(plane roaring)
(upbeat funky music)
(trash clanking)
- 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?
(gentle flute music)
(fist knocking)
- [Charley] Master
Shibata sent me,
he says you can teach me
everything I need to know.
(gentle flute music)
(crickets chirping)
(paper rustling)
- Very well, very well, get up.
Come inside with me.
Do you know the Kata Sanchin?
Please.
(Charley sighs)
(Charley deeply exhaling)
Do this.
(Master Ying deeply exhaling)
(Master Ying grunting)
(Master Ying deeply exhaling)
- 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.
(Charley grunting)
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(Charley groaning)
(body thudding)
- Damn.
- Thank you, Mr. Kim.
And now, Mr. Roman, will
you kindly do it my way?
(Charley grunting)
- [Charley] 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.
(drums pounding)
I promise you, father,
they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
- Stand up.
(Charley deeply breathing)
(Charley panting)
(upbeat funky music)
(birds chirping)
(hand slapping)
(body thudding)
Bow, yes, but watch also.
- [Charley] Don't worry,
Pop, I'll be back.
I'll be back and get even
for what they did to you.
(Sup grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(Sup groaning)
(body thudding)
- Come, it's time for dinner.
(drums pounding)
(car horn honking)
(upbeat funky music)
(crickets chirping)
(pole thudding)
- The panther sleep
with one eye open.
(upbeat funky music)
(car door slamming)
- Hey, my man.
- [Man] Get him.
- [Charley] The time will come,
and when it does I'll kill
them with my bare hands.
(fists thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(birds chirping)
(Charley yelling)
(throwing star thudding)
(birds chirping)
(car horn honking)
- 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.
(Alden laughing)
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?
(men laughing)
- 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?
- [Jackson] 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.
(men talking over each other)
- [Mike] Mr. Alden,
there's that guy
that's been following us around.
(upbeat funky music)
- 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?
- [Alden] Not you Mike,
they'll take care of it.
(upbeat funky music)
(hatch clanking)
- Where is he?
(upbeat funky music continues)
- You lookin' for me?
- There he is.
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(fists thudding)
(feet thudding)
(man groaning)
(metal clanking)
(man groaning)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(speaking foreign language)
(man grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(arm crunching)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(fly buzzing)
- Flies annoys me.
(fly buzzing)
(bowl clanking)
- [Charley] The time is
almost here, Pop, I'm ready.
(cup clinking)
(Charley grunting)
(pole thudding)
(body thudding)
- Rise, my son.
The time for your
mission has come.
(gentle flute music)
- [Charley] 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.
(gentle flute music)
- 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.
(upbeat funky music)
- Master Ying sends his regards.
- [Shibata] 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.
- [Shibata] Ready?
You have not changed then.
- It is time, I have
come for the letter.
- [Shibata] Very well.
- Thank you.
(door thudding)
(birds chirping)
- [Louis] ''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.
- [Charley] 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.
(birds chirping)
(bow string rattling)
(arrow thudding)
- Hey boss.
Here's your scotch and soda.
(leaves crunching)
- 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.
(leaves crunching)
- 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.
(birds singing)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(hand thudding)
(dogs barking)
(fist thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fence rattling)
(shed door creaking)
- 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?
(birds chirping)
- [Albano] Who the hell are you?
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(glass clinking)
- It's right here.
Aha, arrows.
Where is that bow?
- Do you know this man?
- [Albano] 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?
(muffled talking)
You're gonna pay for this fatso,
and you'll know who did it.
- There you are
you little bastard.
Comin', boss.
(birds chirping)
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.
(arrow clacking)
Watch.
(arrow whooshing)
(Albano groaning)
I'll show 'em how it's done.
(Jake chuckling)
(arrow whooshing)
(Albano groaning)
Not bad, not bad at all.
(arrow whooshing)
(arrow thudding)
God.
Jesus Christi
.
God, I told you so.
(rotary phone clicking)
Hello, Alden.
- Yes, Jake.
When?
Who was it, Jake?
(cat meowing)
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.
(cat meowing)
It seems that somebody
executed Mr. Albano.
What do you make of that?
(Alden laughing)
(rotary phone clicking)
(phone ringing)
- 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.
- [Charley] It's Mursky's turn.
He might be expecting us.
(hands slapping)
(chairs creaking)
(both laughing)
- 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.
(dramatic music)
(Speedy grunting)
- It's not me it's not me.
(Millie gasps)
(door thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man screaming)
(dramatic funky music)
(trash can crashing)
Come on.
(Charley grunting)
Get us outta here fast.
(tires screeching)
(dramatic funky music)
- [Charley] You,
Mursky, rich pig.
Let's see where your
money gets you now.
(tires screeching)
(dramatic funky music)
(tires screeching)
(gate clanking)
(tires screeching)
(Charley yelling)
(tires screeching)
- Go back, get that
son of a bitch.
I want him dead, now.
(tires screeching)
(Charley grunting)
(window shattering)
(Charley yelling)
(tires screeching)
- [Charley] 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.
(rotary phone clicking)
- It's Alden, they're gone.
It's working perfectly.
- [Charley] 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.
(frog croaking)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
(fist knocking)
(fist thudding)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
* 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.
(suspenseful music)
* Yo, yo, hey, yo mama
Okay, I'm done.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
(suspenseful music)
(muffled talking)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
(Engstrom snoring)
This is a pretty soft beat.
- [Police Officer] Not bad.
(light dramatic music)
(tense music)
(muffled talking)
- [Police Officer] Be here
than pounding beat in the park.
- [Police Officer] 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...
(Engstrom snoring)
(Engstrom gasping)
Hey, what was that?
(Engstrom groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
(knee thudding)
(elbow thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(body groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
- [Charley] 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.
(hands slapping)
- You got him.
(dramatic funky music)
- 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?
- [Speedy] Yeah, well that's
cool, you got it, mother.
(paper crinkling)
- ''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.
(dramatic funky music)
- Go.
There he is.
(dramatic funky music)
Hey man, turn around.
Hey man, this ain't the dude.
Well look at shorty here.
(man laughing)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(boots thudding)
(rats squealing)
- [Jackson] Hey brother,
what can I do for you?
- Die, brother, that's
what you can do for me.
(wrist cracking)
(woman screaming)
(Jackson groaning)
(arm cracking)
(Jackson screaming)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(body thudding)
(rats squealing)
(woman screaming)
- [Speedy] Just sit down.
Here's a present from the
skinny little kids on the block.
(Jackson screaming)
(woman screaming)
(rats squeaking)
(Jackson screaming)
(woman screaming)
(Jackson groaning)
(woman screaming)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(dramatic funky music)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man gasping)
(dramatic funky music)
(woman screaming)
- Damn.
- Albano, Mursky, Engstrom.
(cat meowing)
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.
(glasses clinking)
(traffic humming)
- 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.
- [Sup] 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.
(elevator whirring)
(car horn honking)
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.
(gun clicking)
No one's gettin' in here
unless they've got a tank.
- Now, Sup, you stay with
Speedy, you understand?
Okay.
(tense music)
I promise you, father,
they'll all pay for it.
I promise you that.
(tense music)
(pipes hissing)
- They're here, they're
comin' up the elevator.
- Right.
They're here, they're
comin' up the elevator.
(tense music)
(Alden sighs)
(tense music)
(machines whirring)
(gunshots banging)
- Well, okay boys,
how about a drink?
(tense music)
- What the hell?
- Listen, we don't have
time to figure it out now.
(tense music)
- Michael.
- Thank you.
- Allen.
- What is this?
- Let's go.
(tense music)
- Hold it.
Be cool, we got to wait.
- Ah, I'd like to
propose a toast.
(glasses clinking)
Here's to our enemies.
- Bottoms up.
- Long may they fall.
(men sighing)
(dramatic music)
(Speedy grunting)
(door crashing)
- Son of a bitch.
(gunshots banging)
(Speedy grunting)
(Allen groaning)
(Sup grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(Mike grunting)
(Sup grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(back cracking)
(Mike groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Mike screaming)
- 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?
(suspenseful music)
- Alden.
(Charley grunting)
(Alden groaning)
(dramatic funky music)
(door slamming)
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?
(man screaming)
(body thudding)
(Sup gasping)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(man panting)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(Mike grunting)
(Speedy groaning)
(Mike grunting)
(Speedy hollering)
(man screaming)
(Mike grunting)
(man yelling)
(Mike grunting)
(man yelling)
(nunchucks whooshing)
(Sup panting)
(Sup hollering)
(Mike growling)
- Who.
(dramatic funky music)
(Mike grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup hollering)
(nunchucks thudding)
(man groaning)
(man yelling)
(nunchucks thudding)
(man groaning)
(man yelling)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(Mike groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(Mike groaning)
(nunchucks rattling)
- [Speedy] Come on, Sup.
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
(Alden groaning)
(Alden coughing)
- Oh my God.
(Alden groaning)
Oh no.
(suspenseful music)
(cat meowing)
- Come.
(door slamming)
(car horn honking)
- 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.
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Speedy grunting)
(fists thudding)
(fist thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(man grunting)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup hollering)
(hand slapping)
(man yelling)
(man grunting)
(Speedy hollering)
(fists thudding)
(body thudding)
(Speedy hollering)
(man grunting)
(Sup grunting)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Sup panting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(feet thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(foot thudding)
(man hollering)
(Speedy panting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(Sup gasping)
(fist thudding)
(Sup groaning)
(fist thudding)
(Sup grunting)
(fist thudding)
(man groaning)
(both hollering)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(wind whistling)
(Speedy grunting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Speedy grunting)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Sup hollering)
(Sup panting)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup hollering)
(hand thudding)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(man grunting)
(elbow thudding)
(Sup grunting)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(foot thudding)
(man groaning)
(body thudding)
(man groaning)
(Sup sighs)
- Hold it, hold it,
this one is mine.
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley yelling)
(wind whistling)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(Shibata groans)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(body thudding)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata yelling)
(Charley grunting)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(fist thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley yelling)
- Come on Charley, take
that chop suey chump off.
Go ahead, Charley.
(wind whistling)
(Charley grunting)
(fists thudding)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(both panting)
(both grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Shibata grunting)
(katana whooshing)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley screaming)
(Shibata yelling)
(weapons clanking)
(both grunting)
(weapons clanking)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(weapons clanking)
(foot thudding)
- Great, for you
give me the pleasure
to kill you with my bare hands.
(katana thudding)
(Shibata yelling)
(both grunting)
(fists thudding)
(hand slapping)
(Charley groaning)
(wind whistling)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(both groaning)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(both grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(body thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(foot thudding)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata groaning)
(fists thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(fists thudding)
(Charley groaning)
(both grunting)
(feet thudding)
(Shibata grunting)
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Shibata groaning)
(both yelling)
(Shibata grunting)
(Shibata screaming)
(Shibata groaning)
(katana thudding)
- Fool, didn't
Master Ying teach you
that pride was the
greatest weakness?
(Charley groaning)
(Charley grunting)
(Shibata screaming)
(body slamming)
(wind whistling)
Come on, let's get
the hell outta here.
(door clanking)
(wind whooshing)
(bugs chirping)
I've stopped them,
father, I've stopped them.
God have mercy on my soul.
I've kept my promise.
(wind whooshing)
(upbeat funky music)
* 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
(upbeat funky music)
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
* That's a promise
* I'm gonna blow your mind
* That's a promise
(groovy music)