丧失仁义、嗜财如命的剑琢磨（千葉真一 饰）是一个堕落的格斗家，他成为赏金杀手，干着收人钱财替人消灾的营生。冲绳空手道家志坚原楯城（石橋雅史 饰）因杀人被判处死刑，他的弟弟义顺（千葉治郎 饰）和妹妹奈智（志穂美悦子 饰）雇用琢磨营救兄长。成功得手的琢磨因不满酬劳过少而杀害义顺，更将奈智卖给黑帮头目牟田口连藏（渡辺文雄 饰）作妓女。 　　某石油大亨病故，将万贯家财留给独女茶莱（中島ゆたか 饰）。牟田口与香港黑帮五龙会勾结图谋茶莱的遗产，并雇用琢磨从事绑架。琢磨与牟田口、五龙会在佣金方面谈判破裂，大打出手，于是转而自荐担当茶莱的保镖。另一方面，流落香港的楯城得知两个弟妹的遭遇，遂投奔五龙会决心向琢磨展开复仇……

丧失仁义、嗜财如命的剑琢磨（千葉真一 饰）是一个堕落的格斗家，他成为赏金杀手，干着收人钱财替人消灾的营生。冲绳空手道家志坚原楯城（石橋雅史 饰）因杀人被判处死刑，他的弟弟义顺（千葉治郎 饰）和妹妹奈智（志穂美悦子 饰）雇用琢磨营救兄长。成功得手的琢磨因不满酬劳过少而杀害义顺，更将奈智卖给黑帮头目牟田口连藏（渡辺文雄 饰）作妓女。 　　某石油大亨病故，将万贯家财留给独女茶莱（中島ゆたか 饰）。牟田口与香港黑帮五龙会勾结图谋茶莱的遗产，并雇用琢磨从事绑架。琢磨与牟田口、五龙会在佣金方面谈判破裂，大打出手，于是转而自荐担当茶莱的保镖。另一方面，流落香港的楯城得知两个弟妹的遭遇，遂投奔五龙会决心向琢磨展开复仇……

財界の黒幕･大和田青巌から剣琢磨へ、警官隊に包囲されている弟・剛を助けてくれとの依頼の電話が入る。早速、琢磨は機動隊にまぎれ込み、剛を救出するが、青巌の本当の狙いは剛が手に入れた東光化学の内情を暴露するカセット・テープで、琢磨への礼金としてニセ札を掴ませたのだった。

財界の黒幕･大和田青巌から剣琢磨へ、警官隊に包囲されている弟・剛を助けてくれとの依頼の電話が入る。早速、琢磨は機動隊にまぎれ込み、剛を救出するが、青巌の本当の狙いは剛が手に入れた東光化学の内情を暴露するカセット・テープで、琢磨への礼金としてニセ札を掴ませたのだった。

独行杀手剑琢磨（千葉真一 饰）得到最新任务，他故意犯罪进入警察局，在众目睽睽之下杀害一名嫌疑犯，随后又成功杀害另一名携带金佛的外国人。他的大胆举动以及出色身手引起了警员山上七郎（島直樹 饰）的注意，他继续调查的想法未得到上层支持，于是辞职展开独立调查，并从师傅正武馆馆长政冈宪道（鈴木正文 饰）了解到琢磨的来历。 　　指示剑琢磨完成两宗命案的幕后黑手为龙虎殿堂主太田黑（田中浩 饰），他表面经营亚洲综合格斗中心，暗中从事非法活动。他邀请正武馆参与综合格斗中心的建设，在遭到拒绝后，太田黑转而要求琢磨杀害政纲。琢磨不愿谋害这位良师益友，他与太田黑正式决裂，于是不得不去应付来自各个流派、身怀绝技的杀手，更要面对他的宿敌志坚原楯城（石橋雅史 饰）……

讲述了因遇到克隆人而被卷入令人震惊的事件中的刑警和为了生存而不得已互相展开对决的克隆人之间发生的故事，实力派演员郑在咏、金廷恩以及新人演员梁世宗确定出演。郑在咏在剧中饰演为了守护珍贵的东西而做出错误选择的老练刑警张得天，金廷恩饰演对成功野心勃勃的检察官崔朝惠，梁世宗则同时饰演失去记忆的嫌疑人“成俊”和给成俊扣上了莫须有罪名的克隆人“成勋”，令观众对这一追击惊悚题材期待不已。

讲述了因遇到克隆人而被卷入令人震惊的事件中的刑警和为了生存而不得已互相展开对决的克隆人之间发生的故事，实力派演员郑在咏、金廷恩以及新人演员梁世宗确定出演。郑在咏在剧中饰演为了守护珍贵的东西而做出错误选择的老练刑警张得天，金廷恩饰演对成功野心勃勃的检察官崔朝惠，梁世宗则同时饰演失去记忆的嫌疑人“成俊”和给成俊扣上了莫须有罪名的克隆人“成勋”，令观众对这一追击惊悚题材期待不已。

Rivette is relatively precise in his dealings with meaning. He is the most atavistically ceremonious of the Vague, in the sense that his abstraction as a journey leading inwards is always attended by signs and codas that affirm our passage. The transcendent rite of passage, in more ways than one, is about the symbolic enactment that paves the way. The transcendence itself is left to our sphere of experience, but we're at least brought to the doorstep. 　　Oh, there's the improvisational flow that seems to throw people off, that things seem to be randomly bubbling up from nothing without significant plan or substance. The chance encounters in a world that we may recognize, the geography vaguely familiar whose nature is yet ultimately insoluble. There's a lot of that here. As in Celine, it is the breathing space that conducts our preparation to step beyond the mechanisms of reason. We don't reason with it, rather trust its intuitive flow. Like the dream world, it is only the figment of the known world spontaneously arisen as a stage or blank slate for the atavistic portents and divinations of the subconscious mind to be writ. 　　But the rite of passage matters, in spite of the seemingly aimless wandering. Here it is about human effort to bypass the 'wall of paradise' constituted by the coincidence of apparent opposites (good and evil, light and dark, being and non-being). A barrier that obscures vision and traps in a world of names and forms that is only an apparent reality. 　　Rendered in the film as twin goddesses of sun and moon, vying for a precious stone that enables their descend into the human world. The human characters are mere pawns to their schemes; to be seduced, tricked, threatened, or ultimately destroyed. Twin femme fatales, weaving spells in an inverse noir universe magnified into a macrocosmic struggle. 　　The ill-prepared man who chances to steal a glimpse of them in their true form, like in the myth of Actaion who steals upon the Greek goddess Artemis bathing naked in a pool, has his consciousness shattered by the revelation. His mirrored image (the soul, the reflected half) is cracked. 　　The woman who finally shatters the illusionary duality that quarantines human consciousness into meaningless dilemmas, does so by a sacrifice of blood. 　　And this is the problem of the film. So much of it is a stridently symbolic enactment, a matter of ceremony. The sacrifice is, quite literally, a matter of spilling blood upon the symbolic stone and does not flow from anything - it is simply the schematic end of the spiritual myth. Although valuable as insight, the meaning of the film is trapped inside the rituals performed to signify it. Having cracked the outer shell to absorb it, the film seizes to resonate.

Rivette is relatively precise in his dealings with meaning. He is the most atavistically ceremonious of the Vague, in the sense that his abstraction as a journey leading inwards is always attended by signs and codas that affirm our passage. The transcendent rite of passage, in more ways than one, is about the symbolic enactment that paves the way. The transcendence itself is left to our sphere of experience, but we're at least brought to the doorstep. 　　Oh, there's the improvisational flow that seems to throw people off, that things seem to be randomly bubbling up from nothing without significant plan or substance. The chance encounters in a world that we may recognize, the geography vaguely familiar whose nature is yet ultimately insoluble. There's a lot of that here. As in Celine, it is the breathing space that conducts our preparation to step beyond the mechanisms of reason. We don't reason with it, rather trust its intuitive flow. Like the dream world, it is only the figment of the known world spontaneously arisen as a stage or blank slate for the atavistic portents and divinations of the subconscious mind to be writ. 　　But the rite of passage matters, in spite of the seemingly aimless wandering. Here it is about human effort to bypass the 'wall of paradise' constituted by the coincidence of apparent opposites (good and evil, light and dark, being and non-being). A barrier that obscures vision and traps in a world of names and forms that is only an apparent reality. 　　Rendered in the film as twin goddesses of sun and moon, vying for a precious stone that enables their descend into the human world. The human characters are mere pawns to their schemes; to be seduced, tricked, threatened, or ultimately destroyed. Twin femme fatales, weaving spells in an inverse noir universe magnified into a macrocosmic struggle. 　　The ill-prepared man who chances to steal a glimpse of them in their true form, like in the myth of Actaion who steals upon the Greek goddess Artemis bathing naked in a pool, has his consciousness shattered by the revelation. His mirrored image (the soul, the reflected half) is cracked. 　　The woman who finally shatters the illusionary duality that quarantines human consciousness into meaningless dilemmas, does so by a sacrifice of blood. 　　And this is the problem of the film. So much of it is a stridently symbolic enactment, a matter of ceremony. The sacrifice is, quite literally, a matter of spilling blood upon the symbolic stone and does not flow from anything - it is simply the schematic end of the spiritual myth. Although valuable as insight, the meaning of the film is trapped inside the rituals performed to signify it. Having cracked the outer shell to absorb it, the film seizes to resonate.

在某户武士家庭，腿脚不便的庄司佐之助（仲代达矢 饰）白发苍苍。当年哥哥成为家族的当家者，而佐之助变成了尴尬的寄食者，头靠在哥哥门下度过了大半生的…