Die Fighting Page #4

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He can't run from us.

- I'm talkin' to you.

Where d'you think

you're goin', man?

- C'mon, white boy.

You in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

- ...that thing on your head.

You gotta pay the tax fool.

I'm sorry, man.

- You sorry?

- Got to give me

something, man.

You gotta give me

something, come on.

- Come on white boy.

- Shut the f*** up,

white boy, for real.

- You think you tough?

- Back up that sh*t.

Let me count that sh*t.

- What else you got?

What else you got?

- $10, man? C'mon.

You gotta have something

more than this, man, come on.

- Are you f***in' broke?

- C'mon, what else you got?

- Give me this sh*t, cuz.

- Gimme that.

Sorry, I can't.

- Sorry, what?

- What the f*** you mean,

you can't?

Give it to him, man.

- Sorry, I think you can.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Ha, ha.

- Sh*t.

Shoot 'Im.

- Oh, sh*t, man.

- He's fast.

Can you shoot, bruce lee? Hm?

Come on, man.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Man, put that gun down.

- What's up, man.

Get him before

he goes anywhere.

Get him before he turns us off.

- We can get him

on the straightway.

Turn right.

Oh, man.

Turn left

on the next street.

Turn left through the gate.

Now what?

Enter through

the door on the left.

Hurry up, hurry up.

- You f***!

You led me into a trap again.

- Exactly.

- White boy, I know you in

there, open this door, now.

Now take off the camera.

- I'm guessing.

They're coming after me

and I have to beat them all up.

- Oh, wow,

you're getting smart.

- I've got to tell you.

From a creative point of view,

your scenes

are getting redundant,

kind of boring actually.

- Yeah, nonsense.

You know, voyeurism,

abduction, bank robbery,

fights to the death...

- Death? Who died?

- Nobody yet,

but maybe it'll be you.

- F*** you.

- In this scene,

I want a traditional

Hong kong kung fu-style fight,

the drunken style which

every kung fu expert masters.

- Are you crazy?

The drunken fist is more

for show than anything else.

I will get myself killed.

- Alright, wait.

I have it right here

in front of me.

Yep, scene 110,

hero enters warehouse

and fights for his life

and the life of his woman

using traditional

kung fu drunken style.

Sorry, it's got to be

drunken style kung fu.

- You're really

out of your mind.

- Alright, here they come.

Good luck.

- There you go.

F*** this white boy up.

- Now let's get

this motherf***er.

- I know a drunken style.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Gonna cut your ass up.

- Sh*t!

What the f***?

I'm kind of busy.

Don't you see?

- Okay, change of plan.

Kill them.

- What? No.

- Fine. Movie ends

and meilu dies.

- You man, get up.

I said, "get up."

You know what, man?

When this is over,

after I kill you,

I'm gonna find

your little girlfriend

and I'm gonna

make her my b*tch.

Let's go.

Sh*t!

- Sh*t. You broke my leg.

But, f***, just... c'mon, man.

You don't have to do this sh*t.

C'mon, man, sh*t, man.

Just lemme go, alright?

Just...

Are you happy now?

Where is she?

- What do you want?

- Follow me.

- You'll get this

on the way out.

- You're mr. Chan?

- You must be my actors.

We've been expecting you.

- What do you want?

- You know,

I've been in this business

a very long time.

And I've met

some crazy motherfuckers.

But your friend has got to be

the craziest of them all.

- Who is he?

- They call him "the filmmaker."

And yes, he is crazy.

But he does pay well.

I mean, he did give me

a lot of work

installing all this equipment.

These cameras look familiar?

Prepare their fights.

Oh, and this.

For the winner of the fights.

- What is this?

- His instructions were simple.

Install the equipment,

have them fight the best

of the best fighters

and, for the winner,

this envelope.

- I'm tired of

this f***ing game.

Where is this guy,

the filmmaker?

- Who knows?

Behind the cameras?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You have to win

your fights first.

- Come on, you p*ssy.

Bring your b*tch ass over here.

Come on, right now.

- Nobody f*** with neutron!

- This isn't a movie,

my friend.

You and your brother

will die tonight.

- I got it.

- Noooo!

Didier.

- You'll be fine.

- It hurts.

- I have to get you

to a hospital.

- No.

- You'll tire yourself.

Come on right here

and press down tight, okay?

I'm going for help.

Stop talking, relax.

- Just in case...

- What?

- I just wanted to tell you...

- Didier.

Didier.

Didier.

Didier!

Noooo!

- You've made it

to the final fight.

If you win,

you'll see meilu again.

- What do I have to do?

Just stay where you are.

Aghhh!

- Now what?

Hello?

- Fabien?

- Lohan, is that you?

- Yeah, it's me.

- Is everything okay?

And how did you

get this number?

- Where are you?

- I'm in a warehouse

next to compton and 100 street.

He told me that my last thing

was right here.

Are you guys okay?

Lohan, are you there?

- They are dead.

- What?

- It's just me, man.

The others are dead.

That son of a b*tch

hired thugs to kill us.

He switched suitcase

and used the money to pay them.

We tried to fight them but...

Look, doesn't matter now.

I'm coming to you.

- I can see that this hasn't

been any fun for you either.

- All this is my fault.

- It's not your fault.

It's that bastard.

I'm gonna kill him.

- I should have gone

to the police.

- I'm covered with

jess and didier's blood.

I have to kill

whoever killed them.

- We're gonna find

that son of a b*tch.

And once we've got meilu,

we make him pay.

- What did he say exactly?

- He told me that I was

almost finished.

And I will see meilu again

if I won my final fight.

They paid you sh*t.

- I'm coming for you.

You hear me?

- I'm sending you a video.

- What did he say?

- He will send us a video.

- F***.

Lily. F***!

- Damn.

- You bastard.

I'm gonna blow

your f***ing brains out.

Let my wife go.

- So here's the deal.

You two will fight to the death

and whoever wins

gets the prize.

- You sick piece of sh*t.

- We won't do it.

- If you don't fight,

I'm gonna dismember

every part of their tight

beautiful little bodies.

- Oh, f***.

Okay, let's play around

a bit to buy some time

until we figure something out.

Ready?

Your phone.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

- Stop it.

Stop it!

- Are you gonna make me

cut them up

or are you gonna fight?

- Are you okay?

- I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

- Stop it.

Nooo!

I'm sorry.

- Where is she?

- That was the price of success.

We'll meet at your place.

- Meilu?

- It came in the mail for you.

The word "gift"

was written on it.

- No name?

- No, just an address.

- It's the price of success.

- What you doing, fabien?

Hm?

- The filmmaker,

4400 seaton street.

- It's gonna be a big hit,

fabien.

- Where are meilu and lily?

- I dunno.

They're supposed

to be here, okay?

- Are you crazy?

If you don't tell me

where they are,

I'm gonna f***in' kill you.

- I don't know where they're at,

alright?

If it's about the f***ing money

you can have it yourself, okay?

- Where is she?

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