Mills: The missiles have been launched.
Garcian: Where are they headed?
Mills:J apan.
Garcian: Washington?
Mill s: Restaurant Fukushima . It's a popular joint.
Garcian: And the target?
Mills: The owner of the place, Toru Fukushima. See, he's the middleman between the Japanese UN representative and our government.
Garcian: A government job?
Mills: It's a job from all the parties. Japan has turned against us.
Garcian: So that's why they're going to hit Japan ?
Mills: Well, it's a possibility. It depends on how they move.
Garcian: Oh it'll be a blow alright. What will happen to Japan?
Mills:It's up to the President, they have 18 hours.
Garcian: All hell's gonna break loose over in Washington,
and I sure as hell don't wanna be there.
Mills: If for some reason you need help, talk to a guy named Kasai.
He's well informed, especially about the Japanese movement.
You've got all the details in there, okay? This time, the string puller is Fukushima.
Now, the integrity and the true worth of Japan is at stake here.



Julia: We've been expecting you. If you will, right this way please.
Mr. Fukushima is waiting for you inside.
Fukushima: I always wanted to be a tea master, it's one of the reasons I chose this profession.
Harman: Which profession might that be?
Fukushima: Hahaha You're an interesting man, and you ask a very difficult question.
Perhaps it's a sense of humor that only comes from someone who lives life on the edge.
I wanted to become a politician who could be a true leader,
but the world of politics was like a stage where people only acted.
They were merely actors playing the politician.
Harman: Did you ever think of becoming an actor?
Fukushima: Well,it just so happened I got a call from the government asking me if I wanted to become an architect.
Harman: You mean, to design and devise?
Fukushima: Yes,I took the offer with delight.
Harman:Is that the only thing you do, Mr. Fukushima, the founder?

-Fukushima summons Julia into the room.-

Fukushima: Could you bring us some refreshments?
Woman: Certainly.
Fuk ushima :It 's a really old story.
Union 7, a group made up of seven young men,
drew up the Yakumo Party Cabinet Policy .
The heat of factional politics eventually broke down the Union 7.
It was like a warm welcome in the world of politics.
It became clear to me then, this country didn't have what it took to compete with the rest of the world.

-Julia serves the two gentlemen.-

Harman: It must be wonderful to have such a bright secretary.
Fukushima: Not as bright as you, Mr. Smith.

-Julia draws a gun-

Fukushima: Thank yo..


-Julia pops Fukushima's dome at point blank range.-

Julia: Hand over the Yakumo.

Harman: Little girl, where are your manners!