Corner slides:
Upper Right: Hannibal, laughing.
Lower Right: A thug knocks out Jim and points a gun at him.
Lower Left: Jim and Artie are pinned down by enemy fire and look at the bomb.
Upper Left: Jim and Artie share a laugh as Finsbury's new translator comes in.

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Reiko O'Hara: Please, Mr. Gordon, can’t Reiko help?
Artemus: Reiko, my charming little lotus blossom adrift on moon-drenched waters, I have a feeling you already have.

Gideon Falconer: By all the scars of Saint Maurice himself, no, no, no! Now look! There are sixteen cuts permissible to the true samurai, and in some extraordinary fashion you are managing to dishonor every one of them! Your sword isn’t your enemy—-it is your loved one! You caress it, like... like so!

James: I must say you keep a tidy charnel house.
Hannibal Egloff: Extraordinary! I suddenly realize that you’re repelled by death.
James: Almost as much as you’re fascinated by it.
Hannibal Egloff: Indeed I am! By its glory and majesty, sir. By its healing power that eventually cures the most stubborn of ailments—-by its unhurried wisdom that solves all problems, in time. Why, with its help I shall even accomplish the greatest miracle of all--reduce this mountain of flesh.

Artemus: Phony. How do you like that? Phony.
James: Artie, so are our bonds.
Artemus: Oh. You can't trust anybody these days.

James: You’re the Dutchman, Gideon.
Gideon Falconer: Since that doesn’t seem to surprise you, why does it trouble you?
James: It troubles me, Gideon, because you were my friend.
Gideon Falconer: Friend? That is your word, not mine. A word which epitomizes this flabby, self-indulgent country of ours. America is dead, “old friend.” Morally dead. Only the feudal warlords of Asia still understand that even oceans of blood are to be preferred to a national existence without rectitude and discipline. For this country there’s no hope any longer. But if by the right use of power, I can force a return to the old ways in Japan...
James: You can't force a return, Gideon. You're an outsider.
Gideon Falconer: Not openly. But in the coming rebellion, by backing the winner.

Gideon Falconer: You really believe that you’re ready to take me on?
James: I don't know if I can take you on or not, Gideon. But I had a good teacher. Probably the best.

James: So the final truth and the final masqueradeR. the demure, concerned daughter of Japan. Reiko, it was a pose all along, wasn't it?
Reiko O'Hara: Some of it was. Some of it was not. My love for Falconer—-our dreams of the power we were going to exercise—-those were real.