Bullet in the Face (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - The World Stage - full transcript
The ongoing mob war between Tannhauser and Racken escalates into a raging firestorm that engulfs the entire city.
Where the hell have you been?
You were supposed to be here
half an hour ago.
Never keep a white guy waiting.
Usually, I'm a big tipper.
But tonight, I expect
change back. Capeesh?
Speak any English there,
sweetheart?
(Groaning)
Ah! Oh!
Take it easy, china doll!
What are you trying
to do? Make pottery?
All right...
(Sighs)
Subway's pulled in to
the station, sweetheart,
and I'm ready to get off.
Give me some lip service, huh?
(Man gasps)
♪ Is he good?
Is he bad? ♪
♪ Psychopath or sexy cad? ♪
♪ Sinner, saint?
The sinner fell ♪
♪ But the saint
wound up in hell ♪
♪ We took his face ♪
♪ Gave him another ♪
♪ He changed his place ♪
♪ Bullet in the face ♪
(Man speaking Mandarin
in headphones)
Miss, you are a filthy slut!
(Repeats in Mandarin)
Again.
Martine, I am learning to
say filthy things to you
in Mandarin Chinese.
(Water running, cell beeping)
Martine!
You haven't been taking
your medications, Mr. Vogler.
Facial transplants are always
in danger of rejection.
Then give me some LSD,
OxyContin and crystal meth,
and I will not only
take my medications,
I will overdose to
prove my commitment.
(Cell vibrating)
(Cell beeps)
Hello, Martine!
You caught me at
a bad time. I'm alive.
Tell me, how is it possible
to call Gunter Vogler,
speak to Gunter Vogler,
hear Gunter Vogler's voice,
and yet the person on the
other end is not Gunter Vogler?
You tell me.
How is it possible you were
Gunter Vogler's girlfriend
while being involved
with 2 crime lords?
I like excitement.
All of these men think
you're carrying their baby.
Whose baby is it?
Do you even know?
- Of course! It's--
(Knocking on door)
Martine? Are you in there?
(Splash)
(Gasps)
What do you want?
I need to pee!
There is a phone in here.
(Urinating)
Excuse me,
didn't we meet at a cockfight
in Buenos Aires?
Doctor, since I have
another man's face,
is it possible I also
have his memories
floating around my head
like a mental lava lamp?
Sometimes, when
people receive organs,
they also take on the
personality of the donor.
(Both chuckle)
So, uh--
I have the face of a good cop
with mostly male friends.
That means I might
start helping
little old ladies
across the street
while dreaming of penis.
(Chuckling)
(Laughing)
Ah!
It's good to laugh, isn't it?
A dead man's personality
overtaking my own.
I am told I might
somehow become him.
Sounds like a win-win
situation for me.
Why are you resisting me?
Where is your erection?
Where is your erection?
Ah!
As bad as I've been
in my life, Eva,
you are worse because
you pretend to be respectable.
I am through
calling you "bitch."
This is not good enough.
- How about harpy? Shrew?
- Eh.
- Succubus?
- Yes! Succubus!
This implies witchcraft
and the snatching of souls.
You succubus!
Thank you for making
this insult happen.
Don't forget our drill, Gunter.
You give me Tannhäuser,
I give you your identity.
Until that time,
as they say in the
restaurant business,
no substitutions.
Look at you.
So tough.
The only way you could
give a man pleasure in bed
is if you shared
half a sandwich.
Gunter, there's been a murder
and it's especially grisly.
Excellent! Perhaps this
will lighten my mood.
(Sirens wailing)
(Elevator bell dings)
Pow!
How bad?
You can tell how a victim died
by the expression
on their face,
whether they knew the killer,
were caught off guard,
suffered.
And what does this
expression tell you?
I do not know.
They need to find his head.
OK.
What's the name of the victim?
The front desk
said it was Jones.
That is not his real name.
I once checked into a hotel
as H.R. Puff'n'stuff.
Nobody even giggled.
(Elevator bell dings)
Hey, Gunter.
Right out in the open.
Looks like cocaine.
Hmm...
Hmm.
Hmm.
(Sniffing)
Ah...
It is.
Does this hotel have
masseuses on staff?
Yeah, but the victim
used an outcall service.
Hmm, I see.
Maybe he told her he wanted head
and she misunderstood.
(Sighs)
Ah, we got a freeze frame
from the surveillance
camera downstairs.
I do not recognize her.
I am on a first-name basis
with most of the prostitutes.
That first name is Pimp.
What are you looking for?
Travellers who use
outcall services
don't leave their wallets out.
Prostitutes aren't known
for their integrity.
They're basically... whores.
What?
Oh, no, it's, uh...
It's just that,
for a moment there,
I felt like I was back
with my old partner.
He used to investigate
crime scenes like that,
with panache.
But I am not him, Hagerman.
I killed him, remember?
This should be screwing
you up big time inside,
not making you feel
all warm and fuzzy.
Trust me, it's doing
all those things.
I'm a total mess,
a walking debacle.
At least now we can put a name
with the missing face, huh?
Paulo Sabatini. Hmm...
Where have I heard
that name before?
When I just said it.
He was one of
Racken's henchmen,
a prick who hated women
and would kill someone
just for smiling at him.
Despite those good qualities,
I did not like this fellow.
Killing someone
from Racken's inner circle
is gonna send him
over the edge.
And to do it in such
a grisly manner...
Why? Why behead a man?
I don't know.
Maybe they were in a hurry
and had no time to kill.
Sabatini's through.
Nobody keeps
me waiting. Nobody!
I once pistol-whipped a kid
for taking too long
to shine my shoes.
I mean,
I still tipped him good.
I respect the working class.
Mr. Racken, this flashy
display of violence and temper,
it's a little outdated.
We don't even call it
organized crime anymore. Right?
I mean, it's united crime.
Show some tolerance.
Tolerance? I'm not
in a tolerant business.
I say...
tolerate this.
See, that's just
needlessly vulgar.
I'm proud of it.
Thank you very much.
This just came.
Thanks, doll.
You're welcome.
Nobody here
thinks that's sexist?
What is wrong with you?
OK...
Hey, hey, it's from Sabatini.
Probably his way
of apologizing.
(All exclaiming)
Good grief!
Civilized criminals
do not kill this way!
I mean, the most we
do is take a thumb.
I got a long-standing
history of that.
Moe, get rid of this thing.
C-can I fetch
a paper towel?
Hell no! I pay you to do
my dirty work. You do it.
Use your hands.
May I ask, with all
the bodyguards here,
you pick the black guy
for this degradation?
Hey, hey, hey!
Do not go there, seriously.
I got lots of
black guys in my mob.
You may not know this.
I was the first guy
to recruit kids
from low test score schools.
It was like No Juvenile
Delinquent Left Behind.
It was a hell of--
What are you doing!
Get that thing
out of here, Moe. Out!
In fact, take the whole
garbage can down to the street
and throw it away.
Now, Moe. Go, Moe, go!
Mr. Racken, it is clear
you have lost control
of all American interests
in this city.
(Laughing): I mean...
you are weak!
That is horse manure.
I know who's responsible
for all this.
Tannhäuser. He's not a
normal criminal, obviously.
Probably never ate
a hoagie in his life.
You know, I'm gonna drag
his agoraphobic ass
out in the street
and make him eat snails.
And I do not mean
escargot. Hell no!
I mean live American slugs
from the garden of
a Detroit City auto worker!
Yeah, that's what
I'm gonna do. Mm-hmm.
His game is chess.
My game is Monopoly
with a capital "M."
He wants a war?
I'm gonna give him one.
(Cell beeps)
Racken has destroyed
several of your businesses,
restaurants, hotels,
clothing stores,
also, your personal
snow-globe factory.
(Explosion)
♪
♪
♪
(Barking)
This city is in its
very darkest hour.
Is there an eclipse today?
I encourage you to
look directly into it.
Why would Tannhäuser
attack Racken now?
What prompted it?
This isn't
Tannhäuser's handiwork.
Someone else did this.
A third party.
- Who?
- I do not know.
The question is... Is the enemy
of your enemy your enemy?
Or is the enemy of
your enemy your friend?
I have 2 enemies. Tannhäuser and Racken.
So is the enemy of my enemy my enemy?
Or is the enemy of my other
enemy my enemy or friend?
No. They could
all be your enemies,
giving you 3 enemies.
Well, then I have four,
because I don't trust Gunter.
Making the question whether
the enemy of your enemy
is your enemy or friend,
followed by whether that enemy
is the friend of your enemy
or of the 2nd enemy
and whether one or all three
are enemies of Gunter,
who is the enemy
of both your enemies,
but perhaps not
of your 3rd enemy,
who could also be your friend.
Hagerman, before
this month is over,
I will kill you.
(Knocking on door)
Thank you.
It's from Inspector GrÃ♪nemeyer.
Why is one of my own
detectives sending me a box?
Ah! Is his
first name Jack?
'Cause he is definitely
in the box.
(Gunter giggling,
Hagerman vomiting)
(Groaning)
Hagerman! Stop vomiting
in my recycling bin!
Why? Why murder a cop
and send his head in a box?
(Hagerman retching)
Who's responsible
for this barbarism?
- Tannhäuser or Racken?
- Neither.
Whoever gave you head wants to
draw the police into the fray.
Don't you see?
Bringing law enforcement
into the fight
creates a weakened city
up for grabs.
And how are you so certain?
Because I am evil
and it is what I would do.
(Vomiting)
Ah ta ta ta!
Back up, commoner.
I am a special person,
important and privileged
and better than all of you.
Hello, minimum-wage earner.
I need information
about who sent this.
It's missing a few parts,
namely, a body.
My God! Is that real?
Who do you think you are
cutting in front of me?
I am a sociopath
in a post office.
Please, do not make me
resort to clichéd behaviour.
I would prefer to kill you
somewhere more upscale.
That is a
surveillance camera, yes?
What does it capture, besides
your coworkers having sex
while you masturbate
during your lunch hour?
He's implying
you may have footage
of the person
who sent this box.
It matches the time
the box was sent,
and the box has
the same dimensions.
(Hagerman):
It's the same woman.
No, this one is
3 inches shorter.
Her fuller hair makes
her seem equal height.
How can you tell
from just a photograph?
I'm an expert
on Japanese women.
Most efficient sex
I've ever had.
I remember having
sex in a rickshaw,
made all the more impressive
that my sex partner
was doing the running.
And she still gave me head
without breaking a sweat.
Wunderbar!
Gentlemen,
speak of the devil...
Is that the first
or second woman?
Third.
I've learned to
pinpoint characteristics
about Japanese women to avoid
sleeping with them twice.
One-night stands
must stay that way.
Approach her nonchalantly.
We received a complaint
that a customer here was
threatening violence.
Who was it?
- (Man): That guy.
- (Woman): Him.
Drop your weapon, swine!
Or I will blow her
loquacious brains out!
Gunter, you're
a cop now, remember?
Oh, so I guess I should
not shoot her, right?
Muah!
I've been keeping a head count.
This is one of Tannhäuser's.
(Customers screaming)
I want stamps.
Her name is Yaka Akido.
No prior criminal record,
licensed massage therapist
with clientele in both Racken
and Tannhäuser's gangs.
I need a motive.
Maybe she rubbed him
the wrong way.
(Laughs)
Let me speak with the woman.
I respect the work she's doing.
It's awe-inspiring.
(Door closing)
(♪ Whistling ♪)
You can smoke in here.
Here's a cigarette,
or I could light
your hair on fire.
What's the matter?
Siamese cat got your tongue?
(Laughing)
Her English seems limited
and she'd like to
write her statement.
I happen to know
an excellent translator
whose menu is delicious
and the minimum for
delivery is just $10.
(Screaming)
(Grunts)
And now I have no suspect!
And we are without a pen.
And the pen is
mightier than the--
- Shut up, Hagerman!
Where have I seen
this woman before?
(Laughing)
(Cell vibrating, beep)
(Grunts)
(Martine):
Did I wake you?
No. I was just laying down
for 12 hours.
This war between
Racken and Tannhäuser,
it's out of control.
I'm scared.
Someone else is
pulling the strings.
I think I know who.
(Beep)
(Siren wailing)
(Women gasp)
Huh...
Any of you bitches
speak English?
Uh... Hmm.
Are you Yakuza?
Or some other "za"?
We are not criminals.
We were members
of a theatre troupe,
one that entertained the city
and provided culture.
But hoodlums demanded we
pay them protection money.
Our humble theatre company
couldn't afford
both Racken and
Tannhäuser's shakedowns,
so they killed our men
and forced us, the women,
into the street.
Where you became prostitutes.
Masseuses!
And we never
prostituted our art.
We were always acting,
playing humble
massagers of flesh,
gathering the names and trust
of the villains in the city...
waiting for the moment
to perform our own version
The Mikado,
where women are
the high executioners,
cutting the heads off snakes
and pitting old adversaries
against each other,
watching as they
destroy themselves.
Using Gilbert and Sullivan
for genocide
is very creative.
Me, I'm more of a jazz artist,
like Miles Davis
with a 12-gauge.
When this war is over,
we shall return to centre stage.
But law enforcement has failed
to play an effective role
in our production
and must be cut.
Go ahead.
Chop my head off!
This isn't even my face.
I'm playing a part too,
and I was miscast,
like the Scientologist
who played a vampire.
(Laughing)
The time has come for you
to exit, Mr. Policeman.
Sayonara!
(Gunshot, woman screaming)
(Officer):
Police! Drop your weapons!
Hagerman, why are you
always bringing up my rear?
I wasn't following you, Gunter.
When you said you
recognized that woman
back at the station,
I remembered going
to the theatre
with my partner years ago.
We saw The Mikado.
Yes, Hagerman,
I saw the pos--
I see the program.
Now untie me.
Loosen the straps.
I'm not Houdini.
Untie me!
Untie me, Hagerman!
Untie me!
Untie me!
Untie me, Hagerman!
The war between
Tannhäuser and Racken
is reaching critical mass.
Your identity
must stay the same.
I need Gunter Vogler
to save the city.
(Sniffling)
(Laughing)
I am proving
to be a fine actor,
but I am still
Gunter Vogler inside.
And he will return in the role
he was born to play...
villain.
Whatever role you play, Gunter,
remember this...
I'm the director.
I have final cut.
You were supposed to be here
half an hour ago.
Never keep a white guy waiting.
Usually, I'm a big tipper.
But tonight, I expect
change back. Capeesh?
Speak any English there,
sweetheart?
(Groaning)
Ah! Oh!
Take it easy, china doll!
What are you trying
to do? Make pottery?
All right...
(Sighs)
Subway's pulled in to
the station, sweetheart,
and I'm ready to get off.
Give me some lip service, huh?
(Man gasps)
♪ Is he good?
Is he bad? ♪
♪ Psychopath or sexy cad? ♪
♪ Sinner, saint?
The sinner fell ♪
♪ But the saint
wound up in hell ♪
♪ We took his face ♪
♪ Gave him another ♪
♪ He changed his place ♪
♪ Bullet in the face ♪
(Man speaking Mandarin
in headphones)
Miss, you are a filthy slut!
(Repeats in Mandarin)
Again.
Martine, I am learning to
say filthy things to you
in Mandarin Chinese.
(Water running, cell beeping)
Martine!
You haven't been taking
your medications, Mr. Vogler.
Facial transplants are always
in danger of rejection.
Then give me some LSD,
OxyContin and crystal meth,
and I will not only
take my medications,
I will overdose to
prove my commitment.
(Cell vibrating)
(Cell beeps)
Hello, Martine!
You caught me at
a bad time. I'm alive.
Tell me, how is it possible
to call Gunter Vogler,
speak to Gunter Vogler,
hear Gunter Vogler's voice,
and yet the person on the
other end is not Gunter Vogler?
You tell me.
How is it possible you were
Gunter Vogler's girlfriend
while being involved
with 2 crime lords?
I like excitement.
All of these men think
you're carrying their baby.
Whose baby is it?
Do you even know?
- Of course! It's--
(Knocking on door)
Martine? Are you in there?
(Splash)
(Gasps)
What do you want?
I need to pee!
There is a phone in here.
(Urinating)
Excuse me,
didn't we meet at a cockfight
in Buenos Aires?
Doctor, since I have
another man's face,
is it possible I also
have his memories
floating around my head
like a mental lava lamp?
Sometimes, when
people receive organs,
they also take on the
personality of the donor.
(Both chuckle)
So, uh--
I have the face of a good cop
with mostly male friends.
That means I might
start helping
little old ladies
across the street
while dreaming of penis.
(Chuckling)
(Laughing)
Ah!
It's good to laugh, isn't it?
A dead man's personality
overtaking my own.
I am told I might
somehow become him.
Sounds like a win-win
situation for me.
Why are you resisting me?
Where is your erection?
Where is your erection?
Ah!
As bad as I've been
in my life, Eva,
you are worse because
you pretend to be respectable.
I am through
calling you "bitch."
This is not good enough.
- How about harpy? Shrew?
- Eh.
- Succubus?
- Yes! Succubus!
This implies witchcraft
and the snatching of souls.
You succubus!
Thank you for making
this insult happen.
Don't forget our drill, Gunter.
You give me Tannhäuser,
I give you your identity.
Until that time,
as they say in the
restaurant business,
no substitutions.
Look at you.
So tough.
The only way you could
give a man pleasure in bed
is if you shared
half a sandwich.
Gunter, there's been a murder
and it's especially grisly.
Excellent! Perhaps this
will lighten my mood.
(Sirens wailing)
(Elevator bell dings)
Pow!
How bad?
You can tell how a victim died
by the expression
on their face,
whether they knew the killer,
were caught off guard,
suffered.
And what does this
expression tell you?
I do not know.
They need to find his head.
OK.
What's the name of the victim?
The front desk
said it was Jones.
That is not his real name.
I once checked into a hotel
as H.R. Puff'n'stuff.
Nobody even giggled.
(Elevator bell dings)
Hey, Gunter.
Right out in the open.
Looks like cocaine.
Hmm...
Hmm.
Hmm.
(Sniffing)
Ah...
It is.
Does this hotel have
masseuses on staff?
Yeah, but the victim
used an outcall service.
Hmm, I see.
Maybe he told her he wanted head
and she misunderstood.
(Sighs)
Ah, we got a freeze frame
from the surveillance
camera downstairs.
I do not recognize her.
I am on a first-name basis
with most of the prostitutes.
That first name is Pimp.
What are you looking for?
Travellers who use
outcall services
don't leave their wallets out.
Prostitutes aren't known
for their integrity.
They're basically... whores.
What?
Oh, no, it's, uh...
It's just that,
for a moment there,
I felt like I was back
with my old partner.
He used to investigate
crime scenes like that,
with panache.
But I am not him, Hagerman.
I killed him, remember?
This should be screwing
you up big time inside,
not making you feel
all warm and fuzzy.
Trust me, it's doing
all those things.
I'm a total mess,
a walking debacle.
At least now we can put a name
with the missing face, huh?
Paulo Sabatini. Hmm...
Where have I heard
that name before?
When I just said it.
He was one of
Racken's henchmen,
a prick who hated women
and would kill someone
just for smiling at him.
Despite those good qualities,
I did not like this fellow.
Killing someone
from Racken's inner circle
is gonna send him
over the edge.
And to do it in such
a grisly manner...
Why? Why behead a man?
I don't know.
Maybe they were in a hurry
and had no time to kill.
Sabatini's through.
Nobody keeps
me waiting. Nobody!
I once pistol-whipped a kid
for taking too long
to shine my shoes.
I mean,
I still tipped him good.
I respect the working class.
Mr. Racken, this flashy
display of violence and temper,
it's a little outdated.
We don't even call it
organized crime anymore. Right?
I mean, it's united crime.
Show some tolerance.
Tolerance? I'm not
in a tolerant business.
I say...
tolerate this.
See, that's just
needlessly vulgar.
I'm proud of it.
Thank you very much.
This just came.
Thanks, doll.
You're welcome.
Nobody here
thinks that's sexist?
What is wrong with you?
OK...
Hey, hey, it's from Sabatini.
Probably his way
of apologizing.
(All exclaiming)
Good grief!
Civilized criminals
do not kill this way!
I mean, the most we
do is take a thumb.
I got a long-standing
history of that.
Moe, get rid of this thing.
C-can I fetch
a paper towel?
Hell no! I pay you to do
my dirty work. You do it.
Use your hands.
May I ask, with all
the bodyguards here,
you pick the black guy
for this degradation?
Hey, hey, hey!
Do not go there, seriously.
I got lots of
black guys in my mob.
You may not know this.
I was the first guy
to recruit kids
from low test score schools.
It was like No Juvenile
Delinquent Left Behind.
It was a hell of--
What are you doing!
Get that thing
out of here, Moe. Out!
In fact, take the whole
garbage can down to the street
and throw it away.
Now, Moe. Go, Moe, go!
Mr. Racken, it is clear
you have lost control
of all American interests
in this city.
(Laughing): I mean...
you are weak!
That is horse manure.
I know who's responsible
for all this.
Tannhäuser. He's not a
normal criminal, obviously.
Probably never ate
a hoagie in his life.
You know, I'm gonna drag
his agoraphobic ass
out in the street
and make him eat snails.
And I do not mean
escargot. Hell no!
I mean live American slugs
from the garden of
a Detroit City auto worker!
Yeah, that's what
I'm gonna do. Mm-hmm.
His game is chess.
My game is Monopoly
with a capital "M."
He wants a war?
I'm gonna give him one.
(Cell beeps)
Racken has destroyed
several of your businesses,
restaurants, hotels,
clothing stores,
also, your personal
snow-globe factory.
(Explosion)
♪
♪
♪
(Barking)
This city is in its
very darkest hour.
Is there an eclipse today?
I encourage you to
look directly into it.
Why would Tannhäuser
attack Racken now?
What prompted it?
This isn't
Tannhäuser's handiwork.
Someone else did this.
A third party.
- Who?
- I do not know.
The question is... Is the enemy
of your enemy your enemy?
Or is the enemy of
your enemy your friend?
I have 2 enemies. Tannhäuser and Racken.
So is the enemy of my enemy my enemy?
Or is the enemy of my other
enemy my enemy or friend?
No. They could
all be your enemies,
giving you 3 enemies.
Well, then I have four,
because I don't trust Gunter.
Making the question whether
the enemy of your enemy
is your enemy or friend,
followed by whether that enemy
is the friend of your enemy
or of the 2nd enemy
and whether one or all three
are enemies of Gunter,
who is the enemy
of both your enemies,
but perhaps not
of your 3rd enemy,
who could also be your friend.
Hagerman, before
this month is over,
I will kill you.
(Knocking on door)
Thank you.
It's from Inspector GrÃ♪nemeyer.
Why is one of my own
detectives sending me a box?
Ah! Is his
first name Jack?
'Cause he is definitely
in the box.
(Gunter giggling,
Hagerman vomiting)
(Groaning)
Hagerman! Stop vomiting
in my recycling bin!
Why? Why murder a cop
and send his head in a box?
(Hagerman retching)
Who's responsible
for this barbarism?
- Tannhäuser or Racken?
- Neither.
Whoever gave you head wants to
draw the police into the fray.
Don't you see?
Bringing law enforcement
into the fight
creates a weakened city
up for grabs.
And how are you so certain?
Because I am evil
and it is what I would do.
(Vomiting)
Ah ta ta ta!
Back up, commoner.
I am a special person,
important and privileged
and better than all of you.
Hello, minimum-wage earner.
I need information
about who sent this.
It's missing a few parts,
namely, a body.
My God! Is that real?
Who do you think you are
cutting in front of me?
I am a sociopath
in a post office.
Please, do not make me
resort to clichéd behaviour.
I would prefer to kill you
somewhere more upscale.
That is a
surveillance camera, yes?
What does it capture, besides
your coworkers having sex
while you masturbate
during your lunch hour?
He's implying
you may have footage
of the person
who sent this box.
It matches the time
the box was sent,
and the box has
the same dimensions.
(Hagerman):
It's the same woman.
No, this one is
3 inches shorter.
Her fuller hair makes
her seem equal height.
How can you tell
from just a photograph?
I'm an expert
on Japanese women.
Most efficient sex
I've ever had.
I remember having
sex in a rickshaw,
made all the more impressive
that my sex partner
was doing the running.
And she still gave me head
without breaking a sweat.
Wunderbar!
Gentlemen,
speak of the devil...
Is that the first
or second woman?
Third.
I've learned to
pinpoint characteristics
about Japanese women to avoid
sleeping with them twice.
One-night stands
must stay that way.
Approach her nonchalantly.
We received a complaint
that a customer here was
threatening violence.
Who was it?
- (Man): That guy.
- (Woman): Him.
Drop your weapon, swine!
Or I will blow her
loquacious brains out!
Gunter, you're
a cop now, remember?
Oh, so I guess I should
not shoot her, right?
Muah!
I've been keeping a head count.
This is one of Tannhäuser's.
(Customers screaming)
I want stamps.
Her name is Yaka Akido.
No prior criminal record,
licensed massage therapist
with clientele in both Racken
and Tannhäuser's gangs.
I need a motive.
Maybe she rubbed him
the wrong way.
(Laughs)
Let me speak with the woman.
I respect the work she's doing.
It's awe-inspiring.
(Door closing)
(♪ Whistling ♪)
You can smoke in here.
Here's a cigarette,
or I could light
your hair on fire.
What's the matter?
Siamese cat got your tongue?
(Laughing)
Her English seems limited
and she'd like to
write her statement.
I happen to know
an excellent translator
whose menu is delicious
and the minimum for
delivery is just $10.
(Screaming)
(Grunts)
And now I have no suspect!
And we are without a pen.
And the pen is
mightier than the--
- Shut up, Hagerman!
Where have I seen
this woman before?
(Laughing)
(Cell vibrating, beep)
(Grunts)
(Martine):
Did I wake you?
No. I was just laying down
for 12 hours.
This war between
Racken and Tannhäuser,
it's out of control.
I'm scared.
Someone else is
pulling the strings.
I think I know who.
(Beep)
(Siren wailing)
(Women gasp)
Huh...
Any of you bitches
speak English?
Uh... Hmm.
Are you Yakuza?
Or some other "za"?
We are not criminals.
We were members
of a theatre troupe,
one that entertained the city
and provided culture.
But hoodlums demanded we
pay them protection money.
Our humble theatre company
couldn't afford
both Racken and
Tannhäuser's shakedowns,
so they killed our men
and forced us, the women,
into the street.
Where you became prostitutes.
Masseuses!
And we never
prostituted our art.
We were always acting,
playing humble
massagers of flesh,
gathering the names and trust
of the villains in the city...
waiting for the moment
to perform our own version
The Mikado,
where women are
the high executioners,
cutting the heads off snakes
and pitting old adversaries
against each other,
watching as they
destroy themselves.
Using Gilbert and Sullivan
for genocide
is very creative.
Me, I'm more of a jazz artist,
like Miles Davis
with a 12-gauge.
When this war is over,
we shall return to centre stage.
But law enforcement has failed
to play an effective role
in our production
and must be cut.
Go ahead.
Chop my head off!
This isn't even my face.
I'm playing a part too,
and I was miscast,
like the Scientologist
who played a vampire.
(Laughing)
The time has come for you
to exit, Mr. Policeman.
Sayonara!
(Gunshot, woman screaming)
(Officer):
Police! Drop your weapons!
Hagerman, why are you
always bringing up my rear?
I wasn't following you, Gunter.
When you said you
recognized that woman
back at the station,
I remembered going
to the theatre
with my partner years ago.
We saw The Mikado.
Yes, Hagerman,
I saw the pos--
I see the program.
Now untie me.
Loosen the straps.
I'm not Houdini.
Untie me!
Untie me, Hagerman!
Untie me!
Untie me!
Untie me, Hagerman!
The war between
Tannhäuser and Racken
is reaching critical mass.
Your identity
must stay the same.
I need Gunter Vogler
to save the city.
(Sniffling)
(Laughing)
I am proving
to be a fine actor,
but I am still
Gunter Vogler inside.
And he will return in the role
he was born to play...
villain.
Whatever role you play, Gunter,
remember this...
I'm the director.
I have final cut.