Golgo 13 (2008–2009): Season 1, Episode 50 - Arms of an Angel, Arms of the Devil - full transcript
A soon-to-be government official hires Golgo to kill a philanthropist whose goal are to rehabilitate orphans into valuable members of society.
Please. You're the only
one I can count on.
Please take this job.
I'll do it.
Thank you. This opens up future
possibilities. Again, my thanks.
I don't trust people enough
to give them my arm.
That's why I don't
shake hands, either.
A-all right. I'll follow
all of your rules.
Don't do anything foolish
till after the job's done.
Yeah. I'll just lay low.
Who the hell does
he think he is?
Damn Oriental!
Hurry up and call the police!
It's no good. They're both dead.
H-hey! This one's still alive!
Call an ambulance!
Atemonai michi bakari wo furafura aruite ita
Ima doko wo mezashite,
nani wo shite ii no ka mo
Kimi ga suki na ano kyoku,
car stereo no volume wo
Saidai ni shite, kimochi katameru
Kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippoutsuukou wo
Kimi ni oitsuku you na speed de
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Brake nante fumanaide yukou, zenkai de
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Darenimo mitsukaranai you na my place
Me ni wa mienai mono, koshou shita toki
Shuuri suru houhou, boku shidai
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Reset shite, tomo ni start da, genkai mo
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream
The "Skill" of Angels and Devils
What was that?!
Why shouldn't I operate?
The man's right arm was
punctured by car shrapnel.
With wounds that bad,
we should contact Dr. Cutter.
He's not on duty, is he?!
Christ! It's always
"Cutter, Cutter"!
Poor thing.
If that man operates on him, he'll be lucky
if he can even move his wrist again.
Who's this "Cutter"
you just mentioned?
Oh, you haven't met
him yet, have you?
He's our orthopedic surgeon. He has
the hands of an angel, that man!
The hands of an angel?
Dr. Cutter is the only one who could get
this man's right arm back to normal.
This is quite a party,
Mr. Wasan.
If so, it's thanks
to all of you.
You truly are the greatest
philanthropist in North America.
Throwing a party like THIS
to benefit the orphans...
It's simply a fund-raising
event for the orphanage I run.
No, it's not as simple as that.
You don't just raise children, you
make them succeed in society as well.
Thank you. Because of
your cooperation...
That's right. By way of
thanking you for this evening, -
I think I'll show you all
something interesting.
Yann.
Yann!
Allow me to introduce someone
who was raised in my orphanage.
Yann, let's show them
those hands of yours.
From the left, Beethoven's
9th symphony, -
Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries,
Schubert's Erlk?nig...
And the fourth one?
How tricky, adding just one pop CD.
Shirley Bassey's "Goldfinger".
Splendid!
Dad. It's an early day tomorrow,
so I'll be going now.
Oh, is that so? In that
case, take my car.
Thank you.
Well, everyone.
If you'll please excuse me.
Mr. Wasan, just what is he?
A psychic? Or a magician?
No. He simply read the faint indentations
inscribed on the face of the CDs.
He can do that?!
He's a gifted
orthopedic surgeon.
Using just the sensations in
his fingertips, not his eyes, -
he can grasp the location of delicate nerves
and muscles, and repair them flawlessly.
His name is Yann Lee Cutter.
He truly has
the hands of an angel.
You are our pride.
Give it a rest, Fred. You're the one who's
always by Dad's side, giving me peace of mind.
You know, one of Dad's
employees was killed.
What was that?!
Dad has helped out a lot of us immigrant kids,
and it looks like someone doesn't like that.
I know back in his younger days, Dad was
a hellion. He got into a few things...
Yeah. What he's doing now is
meant to atone for all that.
What do you want?
Sorry I couldn't make it to the party,
Samuel Beauly Wasan.
You were never even invited.
Still, I have to come and
collect an important package.
Unfortunately, I have nothing
to give you, asshole.
What?
I'm sure it would cause
a stir in the media:
Gubernatorial candidate
Albert Stantz
was once the leader of the infamous
street gang the Illinois Angels.
With anarchic glee, you robbed, raped and killed.
That's the kind of boss you were, Stantz.
You were no different, were you?
That's right. We can erase our gang
tattoos, but we can't erase the past.
Well, whatever. The only reason
I called was to warn you.
Warn?
I've called in an assassin to Chicago.
A first-rate sniper.
If you just hand over
the photograph, I'll reconsider.
YOU'RE the one who'll reconsider. Let's
see how your gubernatorial race goes.
That photo is going public shortly. You're
going to have the life choked out of you.
If you do that, you'll
destroy yourself, too!
If I can take you with
me, I'll do it gladly.
And we're such old friends... Too bad.
Well, take some time to think about it.
Let's see if it's worth
getting yourself killed over.
A first-rate sniper...
We shouldn't take
the car if we're drinking.
Then let's just leave it.
Dr. Cutter.
Asshole!
Fred!
He's just unconscious.
Who are you?!
My arm. Take a look at my arm.
Just go to a hospital!
Here's my chart.
I've heard of your skill. That's why
I want YOU to operate on my right arm.
These are serious wounds.
I'll pay you the appropriate compensation.
Will you do it?
It's not possible.
A patient as badly wounded as
you can't just be operated on.
Your nerves are anesthetized, so I can't
accurately Gauge the damaged areas.
I can give you first aid for now, then see
how things stand in three to six hours.
Then comes a thorough inspection,
and THEN we can operate.
There's no time for that!
Do it now.
I could stick my fingertips into
the wounds and search for the damaged areas...
That would take time, and if I accidentally
miss something, it's all over!
You still want to do it?
Yes, do it.
All right. I'll do my best.
First, I want to see
both your hands.
I want to see with my own hands
if yours are as good as they say.
What is this sensation?
Just who is this man?!
You really don't
want anesthesia?
There's no need.
I'm sure you've heard
of him before...
Golgo 13.
"The sniper with
the devil's skill", eh?
I'm glad you know of him. If I give the signal,
Golgo will refrain from pulling the trigger.
What do you say?
Fred.
Sir.
Please look after those two.
Do you know what you're saying?!
Of course.
You're a fool. Just
hurry up and die!
That wasn't good.
What wasn't?
Saying Golgo 13's name.
That story about a signal was made up, too.
If he should hear of that...
I'd be rubbed out?
Golgo views clients who break
his rules as traitors.
And HOW could he hear of this?
More to the point, once Wasan's dead,
hurry and get that photo back.
Everything is in place.
All right, clench your fist.
Slowly...
And open.
Okay. That's extraordinary progress for
it being three weeks after surgery.
You should be fine now. They could examine
you more thoroughly if you went to a hospital...
No. I'm fine with
your eyes and hands.
What's your relation to
Samuel Beauly Wasan?
That's you with
Mr. Wasan, isn't it?
Ah, he's my benefactor.
Like my dad.
I'm a Chinese immigrant.
When my parents died suddenly, -
I used my hands, which had always
been nimble, to pickpocket.
That's when I met my "dad".
He took me in and raised me.
I'm the man I am now because he saw my
talent and paid for me to go to college.
If it weren't for him,
right now I'd be...
Anyway, that means your arm's miraculous
recovery is also thanks to my father.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, Fred.
How's his arm? Whose?
Oh. Yeah. It'll take
a bit more time.
What?!
That man is after Dad. His name is Golgo 13,
and he's a world-renowned, first-rate sniper.
Sniper?
Next time he comes to see you,
recommend another operation.
Then, if you cut one of his nerves,
his right arm will become useless.
As a doctor, I can't do that!
So you're fine with
Dad being killed?!
Hello?
It's me. Duke Togo.
Oh, you.
Send an M16 to Chicago.
Huh? Jeez, there you go again!
His orders never make any sense.
What the hell is
Golgo 13 doing?!
It's just five days
till the election!
When I think about that asshole making
the picture public, I can't even sleep at night!
Could it be that he found out?
That you used Golgo's
name to threaten Wasan.
Yes, I know. But unless YOU told
him, there's no way he'd know.
But still...
Please, get out of Chicago, Dad!
This is the first and last
thing I'll ask of you!
Yann.
I've been targeted by Golgo,
and I'm prepared for it.
The time has come for me
to pay for what I've done.
Dad...
The photographic evidence is
in a bank safety-deposit box.
When I'm gone, I want
you to make it public.
All right, fine.
Why would he leave his
rifle at the scene?
Hey, show me that rifle!
I knew it.
This has been refitted for
a left-handed shooter.
Left-handed?
Looks like I got worked
up over nothing.
That's Golgo 13 all right. He's not known
for his high price tag for nothing.
Now all that's left
is to get the photo.
And that's that.
Yeah?
Golgo?!
You should've followed the rules,
Mr. Stantz.
Wh-what did Golgo have to say?
H-he knew. He knew I...
didn't follow the rules.
He's dead!
We believe Mr. Wasan and Mr. Stantz
were taken out by the same shooter.
What's more, the perp left his rifles behind
at the scene, one left- and one right-handed.
Do you have any idea
what that might mean?
Dad, Stantz is dead. I don't know why,
but it looks like it was Golgo's doing.
I won't be needing THIS anymore.
Maybe, out of a debt to me,
he did this job with his left hand.
How could a man like that
feel debt or gratitude?!
He's a rat who only
does things for money!
Where to?
The airport. Let's go.
Duke
Duke Togo
Duke Togo...
Duke Togo... also
Duke Togo... also known
Duke Togo... also known as
Duke Togo... also known as Golgo
Duke Togo... also known as Golgo 13
Dare nimo soudan dekizu ni nayami
Fusagikonde tachidomatta mama
Ugokezu ni ita no wa
Itsu no koro datta ka na
Kitto
Hito wa jibun ga kizu tsuku to aite mo
Kizutsuiteru koto ni kizuite agerarenai, zutto
Kimi mo kurushinde ita yo ne
Onaji
Mainichi no kurikaeshi no naka
Kimi ga kawaranaide
Ite kureru kara
Watashi mo sono mama no jibun ukeirerareru
Mou kimi o hitori ni sasenai
Furueru kokoro ni sotto furete
Sabishikatta no wa jibun dake ja nai
Koto ni kizuita
Yawaraka na hizashi ni tsutsumarete
Nagasugita fuyu mo owaru ne
Kodoku o shitta bun dake kitto
Futari wa tsuyoku nareru
one I can count on.
Please take this job.
I'll do it.
Thank you. This opens up future
possibilities. Again, my thanks.
I don't trust people enough
to give them my arm.
That's why I don't
shake hands, either.
A-all right. I'll follow
all of your rules.
Don't do anything foolish
till after the job's done.
Yeah. I'll just lay low.
Who the hell does
he think he is?
Damn Oriental!
Hurry up and call the police!
It's no good. They're both dead.
H-hey! This one's still alive!
Call an ambulance!
Atemonai michi bakari wo furafura aruite ita
Ima doko wo mezashite,
nani wo shite ii no ka mo
Kimi ga suki na ano kyoku,
car stereo no volume wo
Saidai ni shite, kimochi katameru
Kousaten mo shingou mo nai ippoutsuukou wo
Kimi ni oitsuku you na speed de
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Brake nante fumanaide yukou, zenkai de
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Darenimo mitsukaranai you na my place
Me ni wa mienai mono, koshou shita toki
Shuuri suru houhou, boku shidai
So faraway, hashiridasou!
Reset shite, tomo ni start da, genkai mo
Oh someday, itsu no hi ka
Kimi to dattara mitsukaru bokura no dream
The "Skill" of Angels and Devils
What was that?!
Why shouldn't I operate?
The man's right arm was
punctured by car shrapnel.
With wounds that bad,
we should contact Dr. Cutter.
He's not on duty, is he?!
Christ! It's always
"Cutter, Cutter"!
Poor thing.
If that man operates on him, he'll be lucky
if he can even move his wrist again.
Who's this "Cutter"
you just mentioned?
Oh, you haven't met
him yet, have you?
He's our orthopedic surgeon. He has
the hands of an angel, that man!
The hands of an angel?
Dr. Cutter is the only one who could get
this man's right arm back to normal.
This is quite a party,
Mr. Wasan.
If so, it's thanks
to all of you.
You truly are the greatest
philanthropist in North America.
Throwing a party like THIS
to benefit the orphans...
It's simply a fund-raising
event for the orphanage I run.
No, it's not as simple as that.
You don't just raise children, you
make them succeed in society as well.
Thank you. Because of
your cooperation...
That's right. By way of
thanking you for this evening, -
I think I'll show you all
something interesting.
Yann.
Yann!
Allow me to introduce someone
who was raised in my orphanage.
Yann, let's show them
those hands of yours.
From the left, Beethoven's
9th symphony, -
Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries,
Schubert's Erlk?nig...
And the fourth one?
How tricky, adding just one pop CD.
Shirley Bassey's "Goldfinger".
Splendid!
Dad. It's an early day tomorrow,
so I'll be going now.
Oh, is that so? In that
case, take my car.
Thank you.
Well, everyone.
If you'll please excuse me.
Mr. Wasan, just what is he?
A psychic? Or a magician?
No. He simply read the faint indentations
inscribed on the face of the CDs.
He can do that?!
He's a gifted
orthopedic surgeon.
Using just the sensations in
his fingertips, not his eyes, -
he can grasp the location of delicate nerves
and muscles, and repair them flawlessly.
His name is Yann Lee Cutter.
He truly has
the hands of an angel.
You are our pride.
Give it a rest, Fred. You're the one who's
always by Dad's side, giving me peace of mind.
You know, one of Dad's
employees was killed.
What was that?!
Dad has helped out a lot of us immigrant kids,
and it looks like someone doesn't like that.
I know back in his younger days, Dad was
a hellion. He got into a few things...
Yeah. What he's doing now is
meant to atone for all that.
What do you want?
Sorry I couldn't make it to the party,
Samuel Beauly Wasan.
You were never even invited.
Still, I have to come and
collect an important package.
Unfortunately, I have nothing
to give you, asshole.
What?
I'm sure it would cause
a stir in the media:
Gubernatorial candidate
Albert Stantz
was once the leader of the infamous
street gang the Illinois Angels.
With anarchic glee, you robbed, raped and killed.
That's the kind of boss you were, Stantz.
You were no different, were you?
That's right. We can erase our gang
tattoos, but we can't erase the past.
Well, whatever. The only reason
I called was to warn you.
Warn?
I've called in an assassin to Chicago.
A first-rate sniper.
If you just hand over
the photograph, I'll reconsider.
YOU'RE the one who'll reconsider. Let's
see how your gubernatorial race goes.
That photo is going public shortly. You're
going to have the life choked out of you.
If you do that, you'll
destroy yourself, too!
If I can take you with
me, I'll do it gladly.
And we're such old friends... Too bad.
Well, take some time to think about it.
Let's see if it's worth
getting yourself killed over.
A first-rate sniper...
We shouldn't take
the car if we're drinking.
Then let's just leave it.
Dr. Cutter.
Asshole!
Fred!
He's just unconscious.
Who are you?!
My arm. Take a look at my arm.
Just go to a hospital!
Here's my chart.
I've heard of your skill. That's why
I want YOU to operate on my right arm.
These are serious wounds.
I'll pay you the appropriate compensation.
Will you do it?
It's not possible.
A patient as badly wounded as
you can't just be operated on.
Your nerves are anesthetized, so I can't
accurately Gauge the damaged areas.
I can give you first aid for now, then see
how things stand in three to six hours.
Then comes a thorough inspection,
and THEN we can operate.
There's no time for that!
Do it now.
I could stick my fingertips into
the wounds and search for the damaged areas...
That would take time, and if I accidentally
miss something, it's all over!
You still want to do it?
Yes, do it.
All right. I'll do my best.
First, I want to see
both your hands.
I want to see with my own hands
if yours are as good as they say.
What is this sensation?
Just who is this man?!
You really don't
want anesthesia?
There's no need.
I'm sure you've heard
of him before...
Golgo 13.
"The sniper with
the devil's skill", eh?
I'm glad you know of him. If I give the signal,
Golgo will refrain from pulling the trigger.
What do you say?
Fred.
Sir.
Please look after those two.
Do you know what you're saying?!
Of course.
You're a fool. Just
hurry up and die!
That wasn't good.
What wasn't?
Saying Golgo 13's name.
That story about a signal was made up, too.
If he should hear of that...
I'd be rubbed out?
Golgo views clients who break
his rules as traitors.
And HOW could he hear of this?
More to the point, once Wasan's dead,
hurry and get that photo back.
Everything is in place.
All right, clench your fist.
Slowly...
And open.
Okay. That's extraordinary progress for
it being three weeks after surgery.
You should be fine now. They could examine
you more thoroughly if you went to a hospital...
No. I'm fine with
your eyes and hands.
What's your relation to
Samuel Beauly Wasan?
That's you with
Mr. Wasan, isn't it?
Ah, he's my benefactor.
Like my dad.
I'm a Chinese immigrant.
When my parents died suddenly, -
I used my hands, which had always
been nimble, to pickpocket.
That's when I met my "dad".
He took me in and raised me.
I'm the man I am now because he saw my
talent and paid for me to go to college.
If it weren't for him,
right now I'd be...
Anyway, that means your arm's miraculous
recovery is also thanks to my father.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, Fred.
How's his arm? Whose?
Oh. Yeah. It'll take
a bit more time.
What?!
That man is after Dad. His name is Golgo 13,
and he's a world-renowned, first-rate sniper.
Sniper?
Next time he comes to see you,
recommend another operation.
Then, if you cut one of his nerves,
his right arm will become useless.
As a doctor, I can't do that!
So you're fine with
Dad being killed?!
Hello?
It's me. Duke Togo.
Oh, you.
Send an M16 to Chicago.
Huh? Jeez, there you go again!
His orders never make any sense.
What the hell is
Golgo 13 doing?!
It's just five days
till the election!
When I think about that asshole making
the picture public, I can't even sleep at night!
Could it be that he found out?
That you used Golgo's
name to threaten Wasan.
Yes, I know. But unless YOU told
him, there's no way he'd know.
But still...
Please, get out of Chicago, Dad!
This is the first and last
thing I'll ask of you!
Yann.
I've been targeted by Golgo,
and I'm prepared for it.
The time has come for me
to pay for what I've done.
Dad...
The photographic evidence is
in a bank safety-deposit box.
When I'm gone, I want
you to make it public.
All right, fine.
Why would he leave his
rifle at the scene?
Hey, show me that rifle!
I knew it.
This has been refitted for
a left-handed shooter.
Left-handed?
Looks like I got worked
up over nothing.
That's Golgo 13 all right. He's not known
for his high price tag for nothing.
Now all that's left
is to get the photo.
And that's that.
Yeah?
Golgo?!
You should've followed the rules,
Mr. Stantz.
Wh-what did Golgo have to say?
H-he knew. He knew I...
didn't follow the rules.
He's dead!
We believe Mr. Wasan and Mr. Stantz
were taken out by the same shooter.
What's more, the perp left his rifles behind
at the scene, one left- and one right-handed.
Do you have any idea
what that might mean?
Dad, Stantz is dead. I don't know why,
but it looks like it was Golgo's doing.
I won't be needing THIS anymore.
Maybe, out of a debt to me,
he did this job with his left hand.
How could a man like that
feel debt or gratitude?!
He's a rat who only
does things for money!
Where to?
The airport. Let's go.
Duke
Duke Togo
Duke Togo...
Duke Togo... also
Duke Togo... also known
Duke Togo... also known as
Duke Togo... also known as Golgo
Duke Togo... also known as Golgo 13
Dare nimo soudan dekizu ni nayami
Fusagikonde tachidomatta mama
Ugokezu ni ita no wa
Itsu no koro datta ka na
Kitto
Hito wa jibun ga kizu tsuku to aite mo
Kizutsuiteru koto ni kizuite agerarenai, zutto
Kimi mo kurushinde ita yo ne
Onaji
Mainichi no kurikaeshi no naka
Kimi ga kawaranaide
Ite kureru kara
Watashi mo sono mama no jibun ukeirerareru
Mou kimi o hitori ni sasenai
Furueru kokoro ni sotto furete
Sabishikatta no wa jibun dake ja nai
Koto ni kizuita
Yawaraka na hizashi ni tsutsumarete
Nagasugita fuyu mo owaru ne
Kodoku o shitta bun dake kitto
Futari wa tsuyoku nareru