Sono otoko, kyobo ni tsuki

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?!