Sono otoko, kyôbô ni tsuki
1989
Bar Hostess: So what do you gentleman do for a living? Azuma: Sell guns by mail order.
Azuma: Turn yourself in tomorrow. Delinquent Kid: I didn't do anything! Azuma: You didn't do anything? (Rams kid's head into the wall.) Well, then I didn't do anything either!
Shinkai: So you're replacing Iwaki? Kikuchi: Except I'm much smarter.
Nito: I'm Nito. Won't you come in? Azuma: Come in? A restaurant with dope-pushers and killers? Nito: Pardon? Azuma: You know what I mean. Where's Kiyohiro? Nito: Kiyohiro? Who's he? Azuma: Your assassin. Nito: Look ... if you want to question me, get a warrant first. (Shinkai tucks a bribe into Azuma's jacket pocket) Shinkai: Our gift. (Nito peers closely.) Nito: Although... I'm afraid it doesn't quite match your tie.
Azuma: Well, you've got good taste.
(Kiyohiro has been served a search warrant.) Kiyohiro: Dope? Where? (Azuma pulls out an envelope and a syringe.) Azuma: Right here.
(Azuma is a policeman) Bar Hostess: So what's your line of work? Azuma: We sell guns by mail-order.
(Azuma has run over a man with a car.) Kikuchi: Why'd you hit him?... He might be dead! (The man appears suddenly and begins smashing out their windows with a bat.) Azuma: Does he look dead to you, idiot?!