When he see the woman he smiles and nods. JACK cordially Hello Good afternoon. Once again we are looking at the old woman through Jack's window. And as Jack speaks she quietly puts the butcher knife down on the cutting board, does an about face, and calmly walks through the balcony door, shutting it behind her. Jack looks back at Wang with an incredulous look and let's out a very sarcastic sigh. There are eight men holding a casket, they are dresed in black with yellow sashes and turbins.
Behind the cask marches another holding a painting in homage of the dead and about ten others behind that, one of them being the drummer. They are all dressed as those carrying the casket. Jack reaches down and pulls out a knife that was hidden in his boot and looks over at Wang. Who are these guys? They're Xiang Sings, good guys. It's a funeral. He must of been one of their preists. He is dressed in black as well, but his sash is RED, and in his hands he carries two large butcher knives.
JACK Yeah, they have enemies? JACK Who wear red turbins WANG Oh shit Jack, don't move a muscle. WANG cautious Chinese stand-off. Don't make a sound The plaza is totally quiet, a light breeze blows a piece of newspaper aross our field of vision.
The Wing Kong warriors are poised and ready. The Xiang Sings stand waiting. His hands are at the ready to quick draw his guns.
There it quickly becomes riddled with bullet holes. JACK Holy shit! WANG Son of a bitch! JACK My truck! Damn it! We see several bodies from both sides laying in the street. The rest of them follow suit, ready for hand to hand combat.
Jack and Wang look to each other, then back to the battle. They both have looks of concern on their faces. All three are dressed in ornate robes; black, white, and blue, respectively. And they are all wearing weaved hats which curve low enough to cover their faces.
The expressions of Jack and Wang quickly turn to confusion. Wang fidgets nervously in his seat. What the? The remaining warriors back away to either side of Jack's truck. He looks at Wang, then back to the plaza, then back at Wang. Still holding his knife he is looking for something to say. WANG panicked No questions, just drive! Jack stuffs his knife back into his boot and puts his truck into gear. As he gets the truck moving he lets out a yell, as if to intimidate these new enemies.
Then WIND moves quickly to the left to avoid the truck. Wang suddenly looks to the front of the truck, his eyes widen WANG Jack, look out! The irises of his eyes are nearly black.
The form looks up and right at Jack. After a moment Jack slams on the brakes and puts the truck in Park. Jack hops down from the truck and looks towards the rear. Don't look at him, Jack! JACK frightened Too late I can't see, Wang! JACK fearful I'm blind WANG It's only temporary JACK rubbing his eyes Yeah I can see, now.
Wang Chi WANG Let's get the hell outta here WANG Jack, this way! JACK turning and pointing My truck! WANG Forget it, we need to go! We see them run off screen to the right and DASH through a window into a decrepit, red brick building.
Who wiped out all those yellow turbans up there? Who are those guys, huh? I mean, those guys were winning The Lords of Death are nothing more than errand boys for the Wing Kong. JACK nodding to the warrior Maybe he knows Wang NODS in agreement and turns to the warrior. Speaking in Chinese, he questions the warrior. And he replies in Chinese to Wang.
Wang shakes his head to the response. Lightning, Wind, and Thunder they are called. And they cannot be defeated. JACK Fantastic! What about that other guy? The one I ran straight over WANG Go In the process Jack removes his coat, revealing a picture of a Chinese warrior and a rising sun.
WANG looking around Looks like we're safe I'm outta here. And my money, too. You don't wanna go back there. You'll have to go through the Wing Kong to get it. It's insured, right? JACK Of course it is. But that's not the point. WANG The smart man comes back for it later JACK The smart man calls the cops! WANG Cops have better things to do than get killed. JACK pointing to himself Oh yeah?! So do I! The rain is coming down in buckets, lightning flashes and thunder rolls.
We see an ornately designed wooden sign lit from the bottom. Carved in deep relief is a red dragon wrapping around from the top, the right side, and to the bottom, where there is a black pool of water. We see Wang Chi sitting at a table eating, a look of mild shame on his face at the unavoidable listening of Jack's phone conversation.
JACK O. JACK cont'd pay'em ten g's a year in premiums. He is dressed in an ornate, light blue Chinese robe, and he is plainly getting upset at the woman on the other end of the phone. JACK City? Well, I would imagine Sacramento He is wearing a button-up shirt and an apron. We Chinese not only brought our families over long ago, but China also.
In the b. Makes no sense to me All I know is, this LoPan character appears out of thin air in the middle of a god damn alley, with his buddies zippin' around on wires and cuttin' everybody to shreds, and he just stands there JACK still away from the phone; getting louder JACK cont'd waiting for me to drive my truck straight through him!
Not to mention the light comin' out of his mouth! Jack returns to his phone conversation and Uncle Chu begins to walk around to the empty seat next to Wang. WANG pleading Jack, please A bright flash of lightning and a loud peal of thunder startles him to silence. Tall guy, strange clothes, there one second and gone the next.
Even I have never heard about him doing such a thing No, I don't have my policy number, it's in the glove compartment Do you think if I had a computer or a cell phone I'd be talkin' to ya from a land line?
He picks up some napkins from a shelf and continues into the kitchen towards the table. Eddie is our new maitre de here at the Black Pool. Good evening, Mr. We follow Eddie as he walks over to a table and picks up a tea cup, Jack's conversation can still be overheard. Yeah, just look under Burton. JACK distracted Yeah Jack waves his arm dismissively and returns to his phone call.
JACK Yeah, are you an actual agent? This is urgent, ok Eddie points towards Jack, another bright flash of lightning and loud clap of thunder comes from outside. JACK Abandoned, my ass. Jack slams down the telephone receiver and leans against the wall. JACK angry Ah shit He seats himself closest to Jack and turns in his direction. The Lords of Death stole your truck. JACK They stole my truck?
Just out to find a girl to sell, and acting under no orders from the Wing Kong. Unfortunately, Miao Yin got in the way Jack's gaze follows the figure as it goes by.
Jack turns around to face Wang and the others, still angry. JACK They stole my truck You're with friends. We'll get your truck back, I promise you. JACK You're god damn right you're gonna get my truck back. And don't forget about my money, either. And time is money in my line of work, Wang. By the way, you're phone's dead.
I lost the woman I'm gonna marry! The funeral was for the Xiang Sing boss, Mr. Lem Li. LoPan ordered him assassinated, you see. And, boy, do I have some news. WANG Oh, great Jack appears on the screen and leans with an elbow on the door.
JACK lustful Just happened to be in the neighborhood on a dark and stormy night? JACK She's gotta a thing for me, started at the airport.
It's ridiculous sometimes Lem Li was already dead, what did he have to gain by showing himself? Why would LoPan kill his own soldiers? What was he looking for? JACK Would it be because of the girl? We did run into those punks from the airport The camera follows her as she walks around the table towards Wang.
GRACIE But I heard through the grapevine that those punks from the airport who jumped me and took his truck, they took the girl they kidnapped over to the White Tigers to be sold. Who was she? WANG worried She was my fiancee The White Tigers? The camera follows Gracie as she walks towards the window by the phone. I can't pay you today JACK Ah, shit I need all my money for Miao Yin! IMDB: 7. PG Year: 99 min 6, Views. Next ». What I'd like to do today is get your version of what happened.
First, just state your name and your occupation for the record. Egg Shen, bus driver. Bus driver. What kind of bus and where, please? Tour bus. Bus for tourists. Thank you. Now, before we get to the meat of this thing, do you at the present time have any knowledge of the whereabouts of a Mr Jack Burton or his truck? Half a city block explodes in a ball of green flame. And there are people who say you're involved, that you might be responsible, that you're a very dangerous man.
But if I'm gonna be your attorney, there are a few things I have to know that still don't make any sense to me. And monsters and ghosts as well, I suppose? And sorcery. And I suppose that you expect me to believe in sorcery as well?
Because it's real. How can I know that, Mr Shen? Help me out here. That was nothing. Very small. It's like I told my last wife. I says "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. When some wild-eyed maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your head up against a barroom wall, he looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if you've paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker back in the eye and remember what Jack Burton always says. But I do know it's a pretty amazing planet we live on here, and a man would have to be some kinda fool to think we're all alone in this universe.
This is odd! You want one more? All right! He can't count. Learn how to play some fan-tan here, buddy-boy! Heaven and earth, boys. What can I tell ya? You like that one? What did he say, Wang? In English? Miao Yin wants to board that flight to America… the bureaucrat wants to make a pretty girl squirm. He has her papers and all the time in the world. Miao Yin reaches for her passport… and the bureaucrat slaps her hand playfully, studies her picture, something fascinating him.
Miao Yin just grabs her papers, stamps them, and rushes off for the gate, leaving these two Passport Control idiots first startled and then amused at their own annoying cleverness.
So every week these guys are asleep twenty-eight hours less than the rest of us. Or two entire extra months a year! Which if you live to be only fifty is one hundred extra months to the good or something like eight extra years jammed onto your life!
With their opium dens and their…. His kind of world… a carnival with rules made to bend. Or something like that. The outback of a large Parisian airport. Miao Yin. Yeah, right. Wang Chi slams the beer bottle onto their ratty little table, makes those pai gow dominoes jump! Nothing or double. This Wang Chi knows the score. Jack thinks. The whole notion is getting a big grip on his brain. But a cautious man he can still be…. Jack empties his own beer. Jack steps back a pace. Wang Chi sets himself in the chair, moves that big blade against the beer bottle, taking its measure ….
Wang Chi swings! The bottle flies off the table like a rocket! Right at Jack! His arm comes up in a reflexive blur … and he catches the damn thing in his fist! A great save! The bottle unbroken.
Meantime, pay up. One thousand one hundred and forty-eight bucks. Times two. Jack puts his bottle back on the table in front of Wang Chi, towers over the poor Chinese ….
Jack Burton and Wang Chi walking across the mud. Where you gotta go? That makes me sad. It reminds me of an old Chinese joke. Jack and Wang Chi cruising along, the Oriental appearing increasingly nervous as the seconds tick by… and the fog gets thicker. I should have gone home and gotten forty winks.
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