The city is falling asleep. The mafia is waking up.
The Japanese mob. Waking up in America. The mob has a lot to do. Her days are full of routine, like the days of any housewife. Make a deal, move a gun, sell drugs, remind you of your debt, rip off your finger, cut off your family, blow up the store, survive the shootout, just keep up. As they say, they only dream of peace. And in one of these everyday cases, the boss is seriously injured. No, not the chief boss, who somewhere in his native land smokes fat cigars, drinking the best of all possible sake, but the protege, who manages affairs in the country of the Statue of Liberty. Wound so that a little more - and hello to the wooden ceiling, eternal bed. But quite by chance, so transparently by chance, that in the purity of this accident there is no shadow of doubt, he is saved by a brave American guy who has already managed to rewind the term, and now working at some factory - unstrimmed Viggo Mortensen. The guy is really good - strong, brave and simple - "I'm what I need." Such people are needed by the Japanese mafia, and the noble yakuza, in a fit of touching gratitude, receives his savior into the warm embrace of a large “family.”
I-I-I'm on a new ride. It's not that simple. The Americans are also not baldly Shiite, they have their own mafia, and all sorts of security services, which can not be counted. But they'll say it doesn't matter. That this is just a storyline. After all, “the blind will see, and the stupid will understand” that the film is not about who ran where, who shot whom. It's a movie about people. About love, about respect, honor, courage, friendship. Indeed, the newly minted “American yakuza” will fall in love with a designer – a beautiful Japanese woman, a scarlet bud whose lips and asks to be ripped. Oh, and this love will be passionate, but it will not lead to earthly paradise, for the conditions are not the same. And yes, complex relationships of members of a criminal family are not necessarily built on the principle of “chief-executor”, but there is a place for respect, affection, human sympathy. And yes, of course, all the running, fighting, flapping daggers and gunshots are not for the sake of the spectacle, but to show the vanity of life and the restlessness of human souls. But no, not like that.
The city is falling asleep. Wakes up ... wakes up ... Don't let them wake up! Template shooting movie, movie-fun, film-puffy. Noise that makes you sad. Moral that only from the finger to suck, and good if the finger, and if you can suck. And he will come down the stairs in the rays of the setting sun, carrying in his arms the body of the one he saved once. And he seems to feel sorry for him. Yourself? Or all of humanity? Almost nothing matters or makes sense, but you can always invent it.