Golgo 13 (2008–2009): Season 1, Episode 23 - Jetstream - full transcript
How long until we reach Heathrow?
We're right on schedule.
We can be drinking scotch in two hours.
Look at this, George.
The Atlantic Ocean is so pretty!
Honestly, the two of us finally get to take a trip...
Why do you have to pretend you're asleep?
Hey, I've had to work late the past
two nights for this vacation.
Our precinct has the highest
crime rate in New York.
Yes, I thought you were a policeman.
Ah, my apologies. I am Edmond Stark.
Nice to meet you. I couldn't help overhearing...
No worries. I'm George Kimble.
This is my wife Alice.
Nice to meet you.
A married couple's vacation, eh? How envious.
Pardon me.
C'mon, don't make me embarrassed.
What is the weather like in London?
Cloudy, apparently.
It would be nice if that cleared up.
Yes, it would.
Have a nice flight.
Aren't there any other toilets?
Is it possible for you to wait?
No, that's why I'm asking.
Please, this way.
What's the matter?
The toilets in the lower cabin are blocked up.
If you don't mind...
Right this way, sir.
Throw your gun down.
Do it now.
Sorry about this. He's with me.
I continued to wait, secretly holding my breath
While simply clawing at my heart
One minute and one second
had never felt this long
I look up at the sky and ask of the wind
Oh, can I run free now?
That weak me of the past isn't here anymore
I've decided only to believe
Take the wave
With these hands
I grasp now the dream I've pictured
Toward you
Take the chance
With my back to these emotions I'd felt broken
Toward you
Blown by the wind
Oh, blown
Don't move! We've hijacked this plane!
Raise both arms and clasp your
hands behind your head!
Do it! Clasp your hands behind your heads!
Jet Stream
Understood. Yes, confirmed.
Just do it!
Block the runway!
Yes, that's right.
Is there some VIP on board?
No VIPs appear on the passenger manifest.
I see.
But...
But what?
There's a name here that bothers me.
Duke Togo. Does that ring a bell with you?
Supposedly he's a commercial trader,
but I can't find any data on him.
I've inquired at several agencies, but no luck.
Duke Togo, eh?
Sir! Incoming transmission
from the hijacked plane!
We have no ideology. All we want is money.
Once we set down at Heathrow,
we'll refuel and head to our next destination.
Here are our demands, so get them ready.
One, $10 million in an IP-coded Pelican case.
Two, five parachutes.
Three, 20 kilos of C4 explosive
and 20 detonators.
You will bring us these items
while the plane is refueling.
This is Raymond Burton, chief of Scotland Yard
Counter Terrorism Command.
I will be handling negotiations, so...
We'll contact you later regarding
how to conduct our trade.
So you'll let the hostages go?
You'll get the women and children.
Hurry.
We'll be touching down in Heathrow in one hour.
The "IP code" the terrorist mentioned
is a U.S. system of intrusion prevention.
They could attach the money to
a parachute and land it on the ocean.
He requested five parachutes. If they attach
one to the case with the money, that leaves four.
So there are four hijackers, eh?
Yes, sir. As for the 20 kilos of C4 and detonators, -
is it to detonate the plane or do they want to
prevent intrusion by a special tactical unit?
I'll contact the Bank of England
about coming up with the $10 million.
Thank you.
Tell them to take their time refueling the plane.
Yessir.
Hurry.
It's been a while, Senator Wilson.
Mr. Hume, head of the British
Secret Intelligence Service.
I'm Burton from Scotland Yard.
We've compared the passenger manifest
to our own list and come up with something.
All four are career criminals,
with no political agenda.
They'd probably have no qualms killing
the hostages with the C4 they requested.
This is bad...
There's one more man I found troubling.
Who would that be?
Duke Togo.
The man's a commercial trader in
Hong Kong with no criminal record.
Oh...
To think, having Golgo 13 on the same flight...
Do you think he'll prove useful
in solving this matter?
The chances are slight, but it's a possibility.
Golgo... We will ask Golgo 13 to take on a job.
All right.
We'll let the women and children go.
Everyone, just stay calm.
Please be careful.
Be careful.
Darling...
The women and children have been released.
That leaves 157 passengers.
I'm counting on you, Burton.
Sit over on the side there, all together!
Hold on.
Why are you so calm?
I'm asking you a question! Answer me!
What's going on?
This is strange. He's TOO calm.
You look like you've got some guts.
Sit down!
Now then, Mr. Burton, we will be departing.
Would you kindly leave?
Wait a moment! I boarded this plane intending to
be a hostage, to see this through to the end!
Won't you keep me and let
the other hostages go instead?
Having more hostages isn't always a good thing.
In fact, there are times when it can be a burden.
He may be right.
All right. We'll scale it back to just ten hostages.
One of them will be this brave
Scotland Yard guy.
The remaining nine hostages will volunteer!
I'll stay.
I'll stay, too.
I have no qualms about staying
aboard as a hostage.
Mr. Stark! At your age,
you're better off sitting this out.
I'm a doctor, and may actually be of use.
I'll be fine, Mr. Kimble.
I volunteer myself as a hostage.
Me, too.
I'll stay behind, too!
All I have to go back to
is the wife yelling at me, so...
I will stay behind.
One more! What, is no one willing
to volunteer themselves?!
Uh...
This is hard to say, but... You're young
and you look in good health.
What do you say? Will you make the sacrifice
to help out another passenger?
Fine.
All right, then you stay.
If we simply let the hijackers go like this,
England's reputation will be ruined.
And yet, if we send in a special forces unit,
the C4 will probably go off.
Sure enough, our only choice
is to ask Golgo 13.
You mean, ask him to take out the hijackers?
That's right.
But how are you going to ask him?
If it's noticed, it will just put
the hostages' lives in danger!
I suppose our only choice is to
have the hjijackers tell him.
Please call Senator Wilson.
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish.
"Pledge everything on Mother's life. Hume."
What on Earth is this?
Please give that message to Bernard Kelly,
the head criminal.
I'm asking you, what does it mean?
It's our final trump card, Senator.
If this fails, those hostages'
lives are as good as lost.
Senator!
It's not all of them. It seems
a few are still on board.
I don't see any sign of Mr. Burton...
The boarding ramp has moved away!
Please give us the order to storm the aircraft!
This jumbo jet is going to fly away!
It's too early to storm the plane. Stand by.
Why did you choose THAT man
as the last one to stay behind?
Because he bugs me.
Once we're over the Dover Strait, -
we go to the lowest possible altitude, drop
the money, then parachute down ourselves.
Then what?
We blow this plane up, correct?
So that's why you left him on board.
Yes, that's right. To sink him and this
plane to the bottom of the Atlantic.
Please come here!
There's a transmission for you.
What do you mean, a transmission?
I don't know. It arrived at
the control tower, addressed to you.
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish. Pledge everything
on Mother's life. Hume."
Don't screw with me!
You're telling us shit that doesn't make
sense to try to throw us off balance!
Wait, Kelly. This might be a coded
message to someone onboard.
A coded message?
Yes.
So if anyone reacts to this message,
there's something fishy about them.
We have to check it out.
Yeah. I've got an idea.
I wonder if Golgo 13
received the coded message.
The few requests that Golgo receives
for work are via that code.
Now all we can do is pray...
Hymn No. 13!
None of them showed any reaction.
Just what on Earth is that?
If you're trying to hide something,
ALL the hostages' lives will be in danger!
You understand me?!
Y-yes. I know. But I have no idea
what you just said means.
What's going on here?
What's this memo?
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish.
Pledge everything on Mother's life. Hume."
Hume?
You know him?
Uh, well... I have a colleague named Hume.
So it has to be Burton.
Well, whatever. In an hour's time,
they'll all be blown to pieces.
What the hell?!
Let me go to the toilet.
The toilet, huh? All right.
Do it with the door open.
Hurry it up.
Andre.
What's going on, Andre?
Don't move! I'll blow your head off!
Sit back down!
He did it!
Hold on! I'll go, too.
Don't move.
Don't interfere.
But...
Don't. Let's do as he says.
That's far enough.
Bastard...
It's thanks to you that everyone
was able to remain calm.
Thank you.
No, thank all of YOU.
Excuse me a moment.
Mr. Togo!
Your bravery saved all of the passengers.
Thank you very much.
It was a job.
A job?
I see. So he said it was a job, eh?
What shall we do about Golgo's payment?
It's too much to take from the SIS's budget.
We'll have the country pay.
Which of us had first sought to be free?
And why? It doesn't matter
We've decided to part,
having loved becoming a thing of the past
And that's all, right?
Losing you, realizing that, missing you again
Inside this selfish heart of mine
No matter how many times I overcome the pain
I can't become as strong as I'd imagined I could
A single dream... I saw it, and that was all
Let's return to tomorrow
O wanderers in a night as calm as this
Awaken and walk your own paths
Time is but a fleeting thing
Yet people seek it far too much
A woman has set her sights on Golgo:
Brigitta, the blood-stained sniper.
Using the allure of her body,
she will attempt to lure Golgo into a trap.
When the wind blows over Santa Ana,
the battle between two snipers will begin.
Santa Ana
When the wind blows over Santa Ana,
the battle between two snipers will begin.
Santa Ana
Santa Ana
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Santa Ana"
Santa Ana
Do not stand behind him if you value your life!
We're right on schedule.
We can be drinking scotch in two hours.
Look at this, George.
The Atlantic Ocean is so pretty!
Honestly, the two of us finally get to take a trip...
Why do you have to pretend you're asleep?
Hey, I've had to work late the past
two nights for this vacation.
Our precinct has the highest
crime rate in New York.
Yes, I thought you were a policeman.
Ah, my apologies. I am Edmond Stark.
Nice to meet you. I couldn't help overhearing...
No worries. I'm George Kimble.
This is my wife Alice.
Nice to meet you.
A married couple's vacation, eh? How envious.
Pardon me.
C'mon, don't make me embarrassed.
What is the weather like in London?
Cloudy, apparently.
It would be nice if that cleared up.
Yes, it would.
Have a nice flight.
Aren't there any other toilets?
Is it possible for you to wait?
No, that's why I'm asking.
Please, this way.
What's the matter?
The toilets in the lower cabin are blocked up.
If you don't mind...
Right this way, sir.
Throw your gun down.
Do it now.
Sorry about this. He's with me.
I continued to wait, secretly holding my breath
While simply clawing at my heart
One minute and one second
had never felt this long
I look up at the sky and ask of the wind
Oh, can I run free now?
That weak me of the past isn't here anymore
I've decided only to believe
Take the wave
With these hands
I grasp now the dream I've pictured
Toward you
Take the chance
With my back to these emotions I'd felt broken
Toward you
Blown by the wind
Oh, blown
Don't move! We've hijacked this plane!
Raise both arms and clasp your
hands behind your head!
Do it! Clasp your hands behind your heads!
Jet Stream
Understood. Yes, confirmed.
Just do it!
Block the runway!
Yes, that's right.
Is there some VIP on board?
No VIPs appear on the passenger manifest.
I see.
But...
But what?
There's a name here that bothers me.
Duke Togo. Does that ring a bell with you?
Supposedly he's a commercial trader,
but I can't find any data on him.
I've inquired at several agencies, but no luck.
Duke Togo, eh?
Sir! Incoming transmission
from the hijacked plane!
We have no ideology. All we want is money.
Once we set down at Heathrow,
we'll refuel and head to our next destination.
Here are our demands, so get them ready.
One, $10 million in an IP-coded Pelican case.
Two, five parachutes.
Three, 20 kilos of C4 explosive
and 20 detonators.
You will bring us these items
while the plane is refueling.
This is Raymond Burton, chief of Scotland Yard
Counter Terrorism Command.
I will be handling negotiations, so...
We'll contact you later regarding
how to conduct our trade.
So you'll let the hostages go?
You'll get the women and children.
Hurry.
We'll be touching down in Heathrow in one hour.
The "IP code" the terrorist mentioned
is a U.S. system of intrusion prevention.
They could attach the money to
a parachute and land it on the ocean.
He requested five parachutes. If they attach
one to the case with the money, that leaves four.
So there are four hijackers, eh?
Yes, sir. As for the 20 kilos of C4 and detonators, -
is it to detonate the plane or do they want to
prevent intrusion by a special tactical unit?
I'll contact the Bank of England
about coming up with the $10 million.
Thank you.
Tell them to take their time refueling the plane.
Yessir.
Hurry.
It's been a while, Senator Wilson.
Mr. Hume, head of the British
Secret Intelligence Service.
I'm Burton from Scotland Yard.
We've compared the passenger manifest
to our own list and come up with something.
All four are career criminals,
with no political agenda.
They'd probably have no qualms killing
the hostages with the C4 they requested.
This is bad...
There's one more man I found troubling.
Who would that be?
Duke Togo.
The man's a commercial trader in
Hong Kong with no criminal record.
Oh...
To think, having Golgo 13 on the same flight...
Do you think he'll prove useful
in solving this matter?
The chances are slight, but it's a possibility.
Golgo... We will ask Golgo 13 to take on a job.
All right.
We'll let the women and children go.
Everyone, just stay calm.
Please be careful.
Be careful.
Darling...
The women and children have been released.
That leaves 157 passengers.
I'm counting on you, Burton.
Sit over on the side there, all together!
Hold on.
Why are you so calm?
I'm asking you a question! Answer me!
What's going on?
This is strange. He's TOO calm.
You look like you've got some guts.
Sit down!
Now then, Mr. Burton, we will be departing.
Would you kindly leave?
Wait a moment! I boarded this plane intending to
be a hostage, to see this through to the end!
Won't you keep me and let
the other hostages go instead?
Having more hostages isn't always a good thing.
In fact, there are times when it can be a burden.
He may be right.
All right. We'll scale it back to just ten hostages.
One of them will be this brave
Scotland Yard guy.
The remaining nine hostages will volunteer!
I'll stay.
I'll stay, too.
I have no qualms about staying
aboard as a hostage.
Mr. Stark! At your age,
you're better off sitting this out.
I'm a doctor, and may actually be of use.
I'll be fine, Mr. Kimble.
I volunteer myself as a hostage.
Me, too.
I'll stay behind, too!
All I have to go back to
is the wife yelling at me, so...
I will stay behind.
One more! What, is no one willing
to volunteer themselves?!
Uh...
This is hard to say, but... You're young
and you look in good health.
What do you say? Will you make the sacrifice
to help out another passenger?
Fine.
All right, then you stay.
If we simply let the hijackers go like this,
England's reputation will be ruined.
And yet, if we send in a special forces unit,
the C4 will probably go off.
Sure enough, our only choice
is to ask Golgo 13.
You mean, ask him to take out the hijackers?
That's right.
But how are you going to ask him?
If it's noticed, it will just put
the hostages' lives in danger!
I suppose our only choice is to
have the hjijackers tell him.
Please call Senator Wilson.
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish.
"Pledge everything on Mother's life. Hume."
What on Earth is this?
Please give that message to Bernard Kelly,
the head criminal.
I'm asking you, what does it mean?
It's our final trump card, Senator.
If this fails, those hostages'
lives are as good as lost.
Senator!
It's not all of them. It seems
a few are still on board.
I don't see any sign of Mr. Burton...
The boarding ramp has moved away!
Please give us the order to storm the aircraft!
This jumbo jet is going to fly away!
It's too early to storm the plane. Stand by.
Why did you choose THAT man
as the last one to stay behind?
Because he bugs me.
Once we're over the Dover Strait, -
we go to the lowest possible altitude, drop
the money, then parachute down ourselves.
Then what?
We blow this plane up, correct?
So that's why you left him on board.
Yes, that's right. To sink him and this
plane to the bottom of the Atlantic.
Please come here!
There's a transmission for you.
What do you mean, a transmission?
I don't know. It arrived at
the control tower, addressed to you.
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish. Pledge everything
on Mother's life. Hume."
Don't screw with me!
You're telling us shit that doesn't make
sense to try to throw us off balance!
Wait, Kelly. This might be a coded
message to someone onboard.
A coded message?
Yes.
So if anyone reacts to this message,
there's something fishy about them.
We have to check it out.
Yeah. I've got an idea.
I wonder if Golgo 13
received the coded message.
The few requests that Golgo receives
for work are via that code.
Now all we can do is pray...
Hymn No. 13!
None of them showed any reaction.
Just what on Earth is that?
If you're trying to hide something,
ALL the hostages' lives will be in danger!
You understand me?!
Y-yes. I know. But I have no idea
what you just said means.
What's going on here?
What's this memo?
"Dear Comrade. Sing Hymn No. 13.
"That is the only wish.
Pledge everything on Mother's life. Hume."
Hume?
You know him?
Uh, well... I have a colleague named Hume.
So it has to be Burton.
Well, whatever. In an hour's time,
they'll all be blown to pieces.
What the hell?!
Let me go to the toilet.
The toilet, huh? All right.
Do it with the door open.
Hurry it up.
Andre.
What's going on, Andre?
Don't move! I'll blow your head off!
Sit back down!
He did it!
Hold on! I'll go, too.
Don't move.
Don't interfere.
But...
Don't. Let's do as he says.
That's far enough.
Bastard...
It's thanks to you that everyone
was able to remain calm.
Thank you.
No, thank all of YOU.
Excuse me a moment.
Mr. Togo!
Your bravery saved all of the passengers.
Thank you very much.
It was a job.
A job?
I see. So he said it was a job, eh?
What shall we do about Golgo's payment?
It's too much to take from the SIS's budget.
We'll have the country pay.
Which of us had first sought to be free?
And why? It doesn't matter
We've decided to part,
having loved becoming a thing of the past
And that's all, right?
Losing you, realizing that, missing you again
Inside this selfish heart of mine
No matter how many times I overcome the pain
I can't become as strong as I'd imagined I could
A single dream... I saw it, and that was all
Let's return to tomorrow
O wanderers in a night as calm as this
Awaken and walk your own paths
Time is but a fleeting thing
Yet people seek it far too much
A woman has set her sights on Golgo:
Brigitta, the blood-stained sniper.
Using the allure of her body,
she will attempt to lure Golgo into a trap.
When the wind blows over Santa Ana,
the battle between two snipers will begin.
Santa Ana
When the wind blows over Santa Ana,
the battle between two snipers will begin.
Santa Ana
Santa Ana
Next time on Golgo 13,
"Santa Ana"
Santa Ana
Do not stand behind him if you value your life!