Hit-Monkey (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Run Monkey Run - full transcript

This cannot stand!

This monkey is a menace.

He put my poor nephew
in the hospital twice!

Look at him,

he used to be a real ladies' man

and now he's useless.

Hey.

Shut up, Manzo!

We need to band together,

protect ourselves
from this new threat.

Band together?



How do we know
this isn't a consequence

of someone ordering a hit
on Ken Takahara?

- We all know the rules.
No meddling in politics.

But we cannot let suspicion be
our undoing.

Tell us, then.

What do we do?
I am at your service.

Sure you are.

You probably trained
this monkey, didn't you?

I exist only to serve.

Oh sure. We all know you.

You blackmailed
your own mother.

Quiet! This monkey respects
no family territory.

And so it falls to all families
to contribute to his defeat.

Tell every criminal, every thief,



every street hustler,

every one you know,

we want that monkey,
dead or alive.

And whoever brings him,

this is their reward!

Wow.

- No! Ah, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

What up? It's your boy Eiko.

Yo-yo! Make sure
to like and subscribe!

Oh-ho-ho, shit!

Take out the guts,
put in the stuff.

Take out the guts,
put in the stuff.

Everybody! You too, squirrel!

Okay, okay, okay.

Oh relax.

This guy's the best tailor in Tokyo.

All the top guys
from the underworld go here.

You know,
I went here actually.

Even Kingpin went here!

An-and, you know,
his legs are even stubbier than yours.

And look, man, I don't just wear
the suit for the gig, okay.

You know, I wear it out.
And around. It makes me feel good.

It-it flatters my wide hips.

Uh, plus, when you finally kill
The Rooster,

you're gonna look like a pro.

I'll tell you this. You wear one
of those next time you see the girl?

You know,
whatever her name is,

you won't want
to scamper away.

- Okay, Monkey.
Pick up at 7:00

Well, come on,
while we got some time to kill,

I'll take you to my favorite
sushi place.

You know, while we're on a roll.
Pun intended.

And you know it's good because
the chef is a giant asshole.

Whoa! Whoa,
look at this guy.

Is that an actual ninja? Or is it...

We're not that close
to Halloween, are we?

Oh ho ho!

That'll cost some Michelin stars.

Geez Louise!

Why would a ninja be
after you?

That doesn't make any sense.

Hey, hey. Let me see that.

Aw, Jesus,
there's a bounty on you.

- Scroll down.
- Huh?

- Scroll down. Like this.
Come on, toddlers can do that.

Oh.

Wait, no, that can't be right.

How many yen to a dollar?

Shh. Shut up, I'm doing math.

Jesus, that is...
That is a big bounty. I...

I mean, I've...
I've had big bounties, too.

You know, on me. Just I...

Not like I've never seen one
this big.

And technically half
of that bounty is for me.

You know,
I'm in that photo too.

I just don't, you know,
show up on film. So...

You know what, buddy,
it's a little gauche

to keep talking about
the size of your bounty.

You know, I've always found
that someone that has a big bounty

is usually pretty, uh,
hush-hush about it.

You need to focus right now.

Because you're going to face
an onslaught of killers, man.

You know, and what do you have
to even fight 'em off with?

Yeah, well, we better get back
to the motel and get some firepower.

'Cause, news flash,

well, it's Monkey-hunting season
in Tokyo, pal.

Oh great. Wonderful.

You're gonna be a meme by the time
we get off on the next stop.

A meme?

It's a... You know what,
don't worry about it.

Be thankful your brain is too small
to understand.

It's rumble time,

America style!

Okay, Mr. Big Bounty.

Why don't you show these guys
how much you're worth.

Huh?

Well,

not your most subtle work.

If you're looking
for thoughts and notes.

The future does not belong
to those

who fan the flames
of extremism.

And when we are in power,

it never will!

Mr. Yokohama, sir,

any comment on
the rumors of a monkey

killing its way
through the Yakuza?

No comment.

I have a comment.

- What are you doing?
Get in the car.

Ozu threatened to kill
my uncle and me.

And one of Ozu's supporters
nearly succeeded

in following through
on that threat.

So whatever violent acts
this monkey may have committed

pales in comparison
to what Ozu has done.

- That's all the time we have.
Thank you very much.

You endorse a monkey vigilante

and accuse Ozu
of attempted murder!

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that he tried
to kill me and you did nothing.

Your temper tantrums were manageable
when you were a teenager,

but such impulsive disobedience

could destroy this campaign.

Whoa, look at this guy.

Holy smokes.

This is not your day.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Do not go after him, okay.

He might be Yakuza,
but he's still a cop.

Can't see anything.

According to an ancient Japanese myth,

this coffin contains the body
of a legendary protector

of Tokyo named...

Yuki!

I will restore peace to Tokyo!

- Don't panic.
That's just part of the show.

Monkey mayhem continues tonight.

First, in a brutal slaughter
of violent gang members

on the Tokyo subway.

And now he's attacked
a member

of the Tokyo police department's
mounted division

and stolen his horse.

It all begs the question:

Who is next
on the Monkey's hit-list?

Augh!

This is an outrage!

Ahh!

We've been here all day,
and what is the result?

Countless dead Yakuza
and even more dead monkeys.

Not one of which is even
the same species

as the monkey in the photo!

This is a joke, right?

Kill him.

Throw his body in
with the other monkeys out back.

- No! No! No!
- Gentlemen,

all in favor
of doubling the bounty?

Then it's settled.

Oh, come on,
you're definitely not worth that much.

You're a novelty act.

No, no, why would I be jealous?

Well, if that's your attitude, maybe
you don't need my help anymore. Okay?

Maybe I'll just, uh, I'll say nothing
from now on. How's that?

I mean,
what insights might I have?

You'll never know.
And I had some good ones too.

Some real good ones.

Uh-oh.

Well, I'm sure you can handle
whatever's coming through that door

all by yours...

Whoa!

Are you the ones responsible

for all the killing in Tokyo?

I mean, all the killing? I...

I am Yuki.

The undead ghost assassin.

Is it like Comic Con all the time here
or something?

I will consume your soul.

That hurts like hell,

but it is nice to be touched.

So, the Monkey's the warrior.

I mean,
what the hell is this?

You're so famous that dead superheroes
are hunting you

across the astral plane?

Like, for free?

No, I forgot. No, I'm not talking
to you. Never mind.

Oh hey, how you doin?
Me again.

So look, I noticed you're a ghost,
but people can see you

and you have powers?

Um, I'm just... How?

You must pay for this chaos.

Hey, look, I've been
telling him that, okay.

You know what? You and I actually have
a lot in common.

You know, attractive, spectral.

Maybe you're in need
of a good partner?

Or a lover?

Ohh. Okay. Just friends then.

Hey Monkey, could I get a little help?

Oh. Wonderful.

Now what? Whoa!

Ho-ho, yes!

Shout out
to all my new followers.

Your boy Eiko is about
to put on a show.

He's famous, too?

You get the murderer
you deserve, I guess, huh?

Whoa! What the shit!

Hey, you know the irony,
I can fight a ghost.

So, you know, I could help out
while you take out Baby Driver,

but, you know, I'm not
the star of this production, so...

- Ito-san, did you hear?
- Hmm.

- The monkey just killed a cop.
Hiro Saito.

I think it's time we put an end
to this monkey business.

Haruka, did you know
Lieutenant Saito?

- Does it matter?
He's a cop.

Looks can be deceiving.

You only drink
Velvet Supreme, right?

Yeah. Foolal Elite is pig shit.

Exactly, but the Foolal
and the Velvet Supreme cans look the same.

Even though what's inside
is completely different.

I knew Hiro.

I also knew his brother
and his father.

All Yakuza.

- So what are you saying?
This monkey was right to kill him?

- Uh, I'm saying...
sometimes you reach

for what you think is a can
of Velvet Supreme,

but instead you get
a can of pig shit.

This monkey is connected
to everyone involved

in your partner's murder.

And if he had anything
to do with it,

I'm taking him out.

I've just been in this job so long
I can't be sure of anything.

Goddammit! What the hell?

Attention all units.

Attention all units:

Look out for a yellow sports car
with a monkey on the hood.

That's not a joke.

Swing around,
I'll head them off!

You're gonna pay for that!

You're dead.

Stop the vehicle! Stop!!

Oh, yo! Buckle up, fam!

Shit, shit, shit!

Watch out! Watch out!

Oh yikes.

FDude looks like an English bulldog
that got a chemical peel.

Uh. It's a, uh, it's a dermatological,
uh, thing, that, um...

Anyway, I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.

Oh boy, here we go again.

Alright, my dear, I hope
you're ready to get deader.

Quiet.

Oh-ho, shit!

I misjudged you, Monkey.

I have lived for 200 years

and learned one thing well:

Both good and evil can come
from surprising places.

Wow, thank you for the 19th century
Snapple fact there, huh?

Should you need an ally,
call on Yuki.

And ditch your sidekick.

- Wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, I'm not his sidekick.

No, you've totally misread
our dynamic!

Well, what happened?

Yeah.

The monkey is Velvet Supreme.

And I saw a ghost.

Wha... What?

Oh no, no, no, no,
the animal is always the sidekick, okay.

That-that's just how it works,
you know.

It's like she's talking to Silver.

Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger is all like,

"Hey, stop harassing
my horse, lady." You know?

Okay, look, look, look.
She got that lucky kick,

but she knew
I was gonna win.

So, this is just her trying
to tear me down mentally.

After the fact...

Did you just flick lice at me?

That's disgusting.

I would...

Okay, so you're taking her side?

Hey! Stop it. Stop using grooming
as a weapon!

What the...

The Poacher strikes again!

Goddammit.

Would you like the creature stuffed?

The Poacher can open
the body cavity or not, up to you.

No, Poacher. Just bring him to us.

Are you sure, Rooster?

This monkey would make
a good pair of boots.

Rooster? Holy smokes,
that's our guy!

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, Monkey,
Monkey, settle down.

Will you just stop and listen to me?

Listen!

I'm jealous, okay!

It took me years of work
to get to the top of my game.

And then you come along,
and you're, you are...

You're better at this than me!
Okay? Alright?

There, I said it. Okay?

You did stuff back there
I could never do.

I mean, you surfed
a dude's face into the ground?

That's insane.

It was like watching Jordan dunk
from the free-throw line.

It was poetry in motion.

Anyway, look:

Maybe you don't need me.

Alright? Maybe you don't.

But unless you want to be murdered

by the stupidest villain
I have ever seen...

Take out the guts,
put in the stuff.

You gotta give me
a chance to help you.

Please.

Please.

Guys, listen:

This success belongs
to all of us.

And to our wise leader.

Well said, Rooster.

Hey! Ahh!

- What?
- What do you think you are doing?

Skeptic, explain yourself.

He organized
the Takahara hit.

He is to blame
for the monkey.

Don't be an idiot.

I'd never violate
our rules!

Not even for the next prime minister
in your pocket?

Kill him already.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Open it.

I don't know who it is.

It's a weirdo
in a velvet tux.

- It's the Poacher.
Open the door.

What's wrong with him?

Are you sick?

It's the monkey!

No, no, no, not again!

Not again!

Aw, shit.

Holy god.

One of them is still alive!

No, not again.

Not again.

Whoa-ho. Easy.

Hey, calm down, buddy.
It's just for the wall.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait,
no, no, no, no.

Oh no. No, I...

I-I can't watch this.

Gah.

I mean, of course.

Of course he'd take down my photo.

Yeah, why not?
You know, nothing matters.

No one remembers
the sidekick anyway.

The only reason
anybody talks about Watson

is 'cause he wrote
the damn stories.

You know,
it's like, I get it.

It's okay. It's alright.
You know, I just...

Oh yeah.

Oh.

Huh. Thank you.

Thanks, man.

And look,
I'm not afraid to say it,

but, um,

we look good together.

We look good together!

See?
This is what we can accomplish

if we just make a plan.

Yeah?

We'll get The Rooster,
I have no doubt.

Yeah, sooner or later, okay.

But for now, what do you think?
Head back home?

Oh. Right, right, right.
It got exploded. Yeah.

Well, there's plenty
of other herpes motels

that'd be happy to have us.

Hey! Hey-hey! Look at this!

You made the papers.

Above the fold no less!

That's pretty cool.

Oh hey! What about the, uh,
that-that gal's place?

I mean, it's... you know,
I mean, it's not my first choice.

But... well, I mean,
you did me a solid back there,

and... you know,
she probably has cable.

Hey, can I, uh, give you
one piece of advice, though,

if you're going to try to,
uh... you know, talk to her?

And if you don't want to hear it,
I mean, I won't make you.

You sure?

Okay. Um. Most women just want someone
who is a good listener.

So, uh, when you're with her,

you just, um... well, just listen.

Yeah?

Look who's ready to take a break
from their little vigilante spree, huh?

You think I'm just gonna
let you in?

I'm kidding.

Come on, you're lucky
I'm on your side.

Whoa, I dig
the doomsday prep vibe.

My god,
what did they do to you?

Wait right there.
I'm getting you a bandage.

I know. Sorry. It's all I have.

And we're still on the same page

when I said that this would
only be temporary?

Right?

Right?

Wait... Oh boy.