Let's welcome Mr. Bruce Lee
from Jan Fan Kung Fu Studio.
MRS. IP, CHEUNG WING-SING
THIRD FLOOR
Yeah!
No. Come on, man.
- That's not right. - What?
- What are you doing? - Whoa, chill, chill. Relax.
I'm just tryin' to share my thoughts.
- Relax, we're kung fu brothers. - Leave.
- It's fine. - Just listen to me.
- Calm down, man. Easy, easy. - I don't understand you.
- Just leave. - Just listen to me!
- Get lost! - Don't push me.
- I said get lost! - I said don't push me!
Hmm?
- Master. - Master.
Yes!
I'm so happy to see you! Woohoo!
I'm a student of Bruce Lee.
My name's Billy.
I have something for you.
Sifu wants you to come to the Karate tournament in the US
which takes place next month.
Here, this is a plane ticket for you he prepared.
And this book, he wrote it.
He wants you to have it.
- Bruce. - Bruce?
Bruce Lee?
He is good?
He's doin' fine.
He has a Kung Fu school in Seattle.
And I'm from his newly opened one in San Francisco.
Billy.
Tell Bruce...
maybe I have no time.
- Thank you. - Oh.
Thank you.
What is going on?
- Hey!
Oh.
Hey.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are approaching San Francisco Airport
where the local time is 11:15 a.m.
Passengers for flight 43EI to Miami
and stops at Atlanta and Toronto.
The departure gate has been changed to Gate 21...
CHINATOWN
- It's not long enough. - It's not?
Operator. Where would you like to call?
Hong Kong.
"Eight, four, two, six, three, nine."
Okay, one moment.
Hello! Hello!
God, this is so tedious.
Hi, Mr. Wright. How are you?
I thought I was gonna be speaking with your boss.
Actually, it's not my boss who send me.
I have something perhaps you can help me with.
Okay, what can I do for you?
This is my friend, Ip Man.
How do you do?
He is looking for a school for his son
to attend in America.
So maybe you can help him
by writing a recommendation letter.
Can I have a minute with you, please?
Mr. Leung, nowadays, many people fancy comin' over here
to try and find a better life.
Your luck is your ability.
And you achieve because you choose
to work with a great boss.
But your friend here...
He is a Chinese kung fu master.
Look, I don't really know you that well.
I certainly don't know him.
How do I know that he isn't some kind of fugitive
just like all of the other illegal aliens
that get deported every day from Chinatown?
I think you're being biased.
Not all Chinese are criminals, Mr. Wright.
Listen, sonny.
The only reason that you're standing here on my property
wasting my valuable time is because of your boss.
I'm only doing this for the sake of my friend.
Not you. You understand?
Great stuff, man. Really good.
I love that swing kick.
- Here, let me. - This is crazy.
This match is fixed.
Just a gook dance.
Phonies.
Woo!
Enjoy.
Hey. Hello.
- Amazing. - Hello.
Hey, yo, kung fu man!
I saw you at the tournament tonight.
I think your stuff is bullshit.
I don't buy it.
What's up, man?
- You wanna try it? - Hartman.
Let's take it outside.
I'll kick your ass, man.
I'll kick your ass too.
- Let's take 'em out here. - I'll take you outside.
Mm, mm, mm!
Hmph.
You.
The door won't fight back.
But I will.
Uh...
How do you do?
- Hi. How are you today? - It's very good.
I have a appointment with the principal.
- "Mr. Ip Man," right? - Yes.
Do you have all the required documents?
- Yes. - Okay.
Follow me, please.
Is everybody okay?
If anybody needs any help, just let me know.
Mr. Spencer.
You, sir. Fire away.
The principal is very busy today.
She's in a meeting. So would you mind waiting?
- Yes. No problem. - Okay.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
And good job, girls!
Okay, the contest is over. I have made my decision.
Yonah, you will be the new cheerleader
for away games starting this mid-semester.
Well done.
She doesn't deserve it.
What?
She changed the routine all on her own.
She cheated.
- Ah... - She should be disqualified.
Okay, I don't remember saying
that improvisation wasn't allowed.
Since I haven't finalized the routines,
anyone's input is welcomed.
Yonah's... her, her move was amazing.
And so is she.
We all have the same goals.
Why don't we try to work together?
Well done.
Class dismissed.
Mr. Ip, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.
- No problem. - I was stuck
in a very important meeting.
- No problem. - Come, please.
This lawyer who wrote the letter,
is he your lawyer?
Actually, he is my student.
Student.
So you're a teacher too?
I am a teacher.
I teach Chinese kung fu.
Chinese martial art.
Like a gymnast?
Yes, something like that.
Well, as you already know,
this is an exclusive private school.
I can accept this letter as a referral.
But you still need to get a recommendation
from the Chinese Benevolent Association
as they act as guarantors for late school payment.
- However... - I understand.
If you can donate $10,000 to our school,
to be one of our sponsoring board of directors,
we can waive the recommendation letter
and accept your son right away.
Speak of the devil.
Bitch!
Showtime.
You think you look so great out there.
You look like a little yellow monkey.
We're not gonna follow your lead.
In America, people like you follow. They don't lead.
What do you want? Just leave me alone.
If you're not happy, then go back to Asia,
This has been our land for generations.
What do you people want from us?
Now I know why they call you a stupid blonde.
America has always had immigrants.
The Indians are the only real Americans.
Your ancestors stole their land, paleface.
What did you just say to me?
She's the one.
Grab her.
Get her there.
I dare you to stay in cheerleading.
- Go at her! Come on, hit her! - You've got your long hair.
You think you can beat me?
You could never beat me!
- Oh, god! - You, come back here!
Go, go!
Come back here! Where are you going?
Get her, man!
I'm gonna cut all of your hair since you got lice anyway.
Get that good.
Ah!
- Ah! - Get her! Get her!
Close the door! Close the door!
Smash it! Smash it!
Stay out of this, old man.
Oh, you want some too?
Stop! No.
No...
No! No more! No! I'm sorry.
- I can't anymore. - Let's take off.
Whoa!
Sweetheart.
What's happened?
Oh, my god!
What happened?
This Chinese girl.
I need you to come home right now.
Becky's been attacked.
I wish you weren't away on this business trip.
We need you here.
Come home now, okay?
ALL CHINESE ARE ONE BIG FAMILY
- Left, right! - Left, right!
- To the left, right! - To the left, right!
- Left, right! - Left, right!
Pick up the pace, devil dogs!
You are warriors.
You are killing machines.
Earn it like you got a pair.
Kick that bag, boy!
Wear that EGA with pride!
Get the banana out of the tailpipe!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
You gotta earn it, devil dog!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
Move!
I surrender, sensei!
What did you just say?
Did I just hear you say that you surrender?
Did I?
You know what our motto is, recruit!
Trained to kill! Ready to die!
Do you understand the meaning of those words?
- It's hurting me, sir! - Oh, it's hurting you, is it?
Hurting you. You know, this is the problem.
You know there is a rumor going around this base,
people saying that I'm racist.
I'm not racist.
See, I don't hate you because you're colored.
I hate you because you're a cowardly colored!
- Get off the mat! - You, Jackson. You're next.
Staff Sergeant Hartman, do you mind explaining to me
what exactly this contraption is?
It's a Wing Chun dummy.
A kung fu training aid, like a punching bag, if you will,
but for Chinese martial arts.
Let me ask you something.
Did you fall out of your crib this morning
and bang your little head?
Where the hell do you think you are?
Does this look like a museum
for preserving your ancient Chinese heritage?
Wing Chun is improvising and adapting,
just like a Marine.
I've been practicing for months now,
and I find it practical for real combat.
I'm certain the practicing it will be beneficial
for Marines on the battleground.
Oh, you're certain, are you?
So this kung fu bullshit's gonna allow us to kill our enemies?
Is that what you're trying to say?
Outstanding, Staff Sergeant.
You're a goddamn genius.
Get this thing off my base now.
You know nothing of Chinese kung fu.
Zero!
All right, Staff Sergeant Hartman,
I'm gonna allow you to prove those words.
If you can defeat Colin in a fair fight,
then I'll consider,
maybe allowing your wooden girlfriend
to stay on the base.
Is that understood?
Come on, Colin. Smack him up.
Outstanding work.
Very nice.
You see this, men?
Now this is karate.
Your Chinese kung fu is only good for folding laundry.
It stays where it belongs and that is the hell off my base.
Now, because of the Staff Sergeant's stupidity,
all you Chinese will run an extra 30 laps today.
And the Staff Sergeant himself will run an extra 30 after that.
Are we clear?
Good.
Carry on.
One, two, three, four!
Left and right and lei ho!
Mm.
Mm?
You finally decided to come back, then,
Andrew, thank you.
I was in Washington DC, Gabrielle.
I came back as soon as I could. How's Becky?
She was almost disfigured by a Chinese girl at school.
And I don't understand the grounds
they let a Chinese student in anyway.
What do you intend to do about it?
What are the INS going to do about those Chinese savages?
Get rid of them. Send them home!
Becky, honey, who... who did this to you?
Yonah Wan.
She's the daughter of the Chairman
of the Chinese "Benelovent" Association,
or so she claims.
Chinatown.
I'll handle this.
Really impressive.
- So this is Chinese kung fu? - Yes, sir.
It's really amazing. I mean really amazing.
Thank you, sir.
This brochure has a brief introduction
and here is the transcript that I've prepared.
Actually, sir,
there's a martial arts event taking place in Chinatown
during the Full Moon Festival.
With your permission,
I'd like to go film it and do some more research
so that we may further investigate this matter.
- Chinatown? - Yes, sir.
Granted.
Just don't make this a waste of my time.
- Definitely not, sir. - All right.
Come in.
Sir.
Please excuse the Staff Sergeant's intrusion.
What the hell are you doing here?
My job, as a Marine.
So that's all right.
So let's start to explore the idea
of incorporating Chinese kung fu
into our hand to hand combat training.
Now, Staff Sergeant Hartman
is gonna go to Chinatown for research.
I'd like you to start learning
something from this handbook.
Here, take it.
- Gentlemen, that's all. - Sir.
Fix your base, recruit.
You have no power, Mr. Creese.
Instructor!
A word.
Bow.
Gunny?
You know there is not a doubt in my mind
that karate is the best form of hand to hand combat. Bar none.
But do you know what that backstabbing son of a bitch
- Hartman's gone and done? - Tell me.
Convinced our commanding officer that his bullshit kung fu
is more effective than our karate training.
I'm gonna need you to right that wrong, Colin.
You just let me show those people
the meaning of real combat karate
and I'll shut those kung fu charlatans up for good.
- Good, man. - Gunny.
Continue.
Move!
Oh! Mm!
I loved it!
Huh?
TO MASTER IP
Mr. Wan Zhong Hua.
We're the United States Department
of Immigration and Customs.
We're here to take you under custody for questioning
regarding the presence of illegal aliens
residing in Chinatown.
Go.
Good.
- Get down! - Leave!
Hey, Chinaman!
You wanna try to break these bricks with your kung fu?
Huh?
Cowards.
Scram!
My name is Colin Frater.
Fourth Dan black belt in Kyokutan Karate.
And I'm here to show you yellow bitches
the taste of real combat.
Fight me with your hokey-pokey kung fu.
I dare you.
- Eh, eh. - Huh?
You understand I will go all out?
You are begging to be killed.
- Come on, then. - I won't hold back either.
Are you okay?
- Who's next? - Freaking yankee!
- Come on! - Come on!
- Go! - Master!
Master!
- Be careful! - Master!
- Master!
Lady, I'll show you no mercy.
- Beat him, Master Chiang. - Beat him!
- Get up! - Master!
- You can do it!
Great, Master Ip!
Sensei.
- Help him out. - Sensei.
All right, here we go.
Woo! Woohoo! Woo!
We've reopened the cases involving the CBA.
We suspect that these Chinamen
have identities that are fraudulent
and that you've helped them
by writing falsified letters of referral from the USA,
making you an accomplice of these illegal aliens.
This is a setup!
Would you know?
I'm going to arrest every single person
in the CBA tonight.
You and the CBA will be gone for good.
He has a broken rib but he will be okay.
Chinese kung fu my ass.
I'll shut them down in my own way.
The Full Moon event has concluded.
Those Chinamen must be back
at the Chinese Benevolent Association.
Thirty minutes to CBA. Bring them all in.
Call the wives, boys.
We're staying late.
We're going to Chinatown,
arresting every Chinamen in the CBA.
This operation makes no sense, sir.
Shut up, do-good marshal.
Do as you're told.
Excuse me. Anybody here? I need some help.
- What now? - Let me check it out.
Whoa, it's way past office hours. You can't be here.
My father, Wan Zhong Hua has been taken by mistake.
I need to see him right now.
- Billy. - I can't let you in.
- Grandmaster. - Billy.
- Can you help us? - I wish I could.
Her father, Mr. Wan Zhong Hua, what happened?
I have no idea, sir. But please take my advice.
Stay away from the Chinese Benevolent Association tonight.
Tonight, don't go there.
All right? We're gonna raid that place tonight.
I gotta go. But remember, don't go there.
Hello.
- Is that you? - What are you saying?
Hello?
Is that it?
Is this your Chinese kung fu?
Huh?
What about this guy?
Your chairman, hey! Where is he?
I don't know!
You tell me or I'm gonna break your arm.
Ah!
INS. Immigration.
Good boy.
They're gone.
Check in back.
All right, guys, let's get a sweep.
Looking for any clues that might tell us where they went.
Officer.
I'm looking for a Chinaman by the name of Wan Zhong Hua.
Where is he?
Uh, what do you want with him?
I'm Gunnery Sergeant Barton Geddes,
Second Battalion, Fifth Marines.
One of my men was assaulted in Chinatown tonight.
Wan Zhong Hua is the chairman
of the Chinese Benevolent Association.
I need him back on my base tonight.
This man made me look bad.
It's personal.
So why don't you cooperate
or things are gonna get pretty bad for you too.
Do you understand?
So go and get him
and I'll worry about the repercussions.
Follow me.
You're now officially in the custody of the US Marines.
Just don't let him stay in the country
when you're done with him, all right?
My karate coach was defeated in a fight tonight
by Chinese kung fu.
Since you're the representative of Chinese kung fu,
I'm holding you personally accountable.
These Chinamen right here,
I just crushed all of them.
You're the only one left.
I need to fight you.
What are you doing here? Get out of here!
You're Becky's father, right?
Listen, it's all my fault.
It's nothing to do with my father.
I'm sorry.
I beg you.
Please let my papa go.
Please. Please.
Let's go.
I want all recruits in the PT Gauntlet straight away.
Aye-aye, Gunny.
Especially Staff Sergeant Hartman.
Reveille! Reveille!
Get your asses on the line!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
Out! Out! Out!
Good!
Move your asses, Marines! Move it!
Move that ass! Double time! Double time!
Left hand, left knee.
Right hand, right knee. Aye, sir.
Sit down! Sit down! Move it!
I try to be a fair man.
So since Staff Sergeant Hartman
so desperately wants his Chinese kung fu
to be part of our curriculum,
I'm happy to give up my rack time
and give a Chinese representative
the chance to prove
their kung fu is actually useful in a real combat situation.
No rules.
Fight till you drop.
Make sure you get all these on film.
Sir, yes, sir!
You know what I just realized?
You and your daughter look a hell of a lot alike...
when you beg.
Enough!
Uh...
Don't you think I deserve a round of applause?
Okay.
- Hello. - Master.
- Hello. - Bob.
If you're lucky enough to come to America,
set foot on our soil,
then you ought to learn everything about my culture.
Consider yourselves incredibly honored to be here.
Incredibly honored!
'Cause America
is the greatest and most powerful country on earth.
Land of supremacy,
and that is an undisputable fact.
Is that understood?
Sir, yes, sir!
But last night,
I had the unfortunate but necessary task
of demonstrating how an inferior race
can and should be defeated.
I'm sure you will all agree the results were quite definitive.
So don't even think about bringing your filthy cultures
to my Marine corp again, is that understood?
Sir, yes, sir!
Racist asshole!
Look around you.
We are the culture.
Your supremacy is pure hatred and bigotry.
This, this is Master Ip Man.
He defeated Colin last night.
And he's here to kick your ass!
No rules.
You fight till you drop.
Is that it?
Huh? Is that all you've got?
You see this?
You're nothing but another little yellow chink!
Come on!
Let's go!
That's it.
Take the Gunnery Sergeant to Sick Bay.
- Johnson! Harris! - Move! Move! Move!
ALL CHINESE ARE ONE BIG FAMILY
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