Finishing The Game: The Search For A New Bruce Lee Page #5

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I got a call from this agency.

They said they wanna represent me.

I mean,

this could be huge for my career.

- Gentlemen, this is Troy Poon.

- There you are.

They're one of the biggies.

Finally, representation with power.

They can fight

for my artistic integrity.

- Thank you for coming in. Appreciate it.

- It's good to be here.

- We think you're a movie star.

- So no more TV.

We are gonna

reintroduce you to the world in a big way.

I just got you a meeting

with this hip young director

who is starting

a major motion picture,

and he's looking for a yellow lead.

- This flick has a built-in audience.

- A lot of action.

- Some cool camera work.

- Groovy soundtrack.

We're talking

major opportunity.

You ever hear of Bruce Lee?

Anyway, he's hotter now

than when he was alive.

Imagine, getting to be Bruce Lee.

Right when it matters most.

What in the hell was that?

Huh?

Cole, why did you choose

Saraghina to be your manager?

When I told her

I was going to be an actor,

I think the idea of me

kissing other women upset her.

Well, I mean,

when you feel so strongly for someone,

it's hard to see them do something like that

with someone else.

What if there's

a kissing scene in The Game of Death?

Saraghina's gonna be

right there with me,

and she's gonna realize

it's not a big deal, right, hon?

How has

your relationship been affected

by your new

professional partnership?

It's been, um...

a bit challenging,

because as his girlfriend,

I try not to tell him what to do,

but as his manager,

I have to tell him what to do.

No, you don't.

We can figure it out together.

But I'm your manager.

You asked me to be your manager.

- I know.

- That's my job.

I'm doing my job.

What do you expect me to do?

You're doing a great job, honey.

No, I'm not.

You know, you don't even listen to me.

I'm trying to help you, but you're

running around getting autographs,

you're eating chili fries when you're

supposed to be fit and... I don't know.

- What? See?

- I wind up feeling like your mother.

- I'm listening, OK?

- Oh, baby.

I'm serious.

You're doing a great job, OK?

You're doing a great job.

Can you pass me a napkin?

So, round two, I thought, you know,

they all take karate classes and things,

so I needed something that was going to

separate the boys from the men.

Ten-hut!

Attention!

Give us one line facing front. Now!

So I thought Mac and TJ,

having had all that Vietnam experience,

you know, killing,

you know, babies

and running around

hurting civilian people,

I kinda feel like

they have a life experience

that is gonna lend a little, uh...

a little gutso to this process.

I understand we're here to help you

pretend to be real men. Is that right?

That's kinda funny to me.

'Cause on the battlefield,

you're either a sh*t bag or the real deal.

There's no mistaking the two.

See, the real men,

they march towards the danger,

and the sh*t bags, they stay back

'cause they never grew the balls to battle.

Tell you the truth,

you all look like sh*t bags to me.

But you'll get a chance to prove me wrong.

You will engage in one-on-one combat.

See if any of you

have any fight in you.

- Do you understand?

- Yes, sir, sir!

Oh.

A military boy.

You serve for Uncle Sam?

N-no.

F***in' p*ssy.

Whoaaaa!

Who do we have here?

- What's your name, boy?

- Remi Nguyen.

"Nguyen."

Isn't that a commie name?

No, I fight the Vietcong!

Sneaky bastards, aren't they?

What's so funny, douche face?

- Nothing.

- Oh.

You think you're

something special, don't you?

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

We think it's sad

what America has come to.

All you pinko f***in' hippies

taking our freedom for granted.

Mac here, he gave up his eye

for your freedom.

And you wanna know

how you showed your gratitude?

I said, do you wanna know

how you showed your gratitude?

You spit on us and burned our flag

after we went through hell for you.

Never knowing where the next bullet

was gonna come from.

Going into a village,

not knowing who to shoot, who to kill.

Tell 'em how it was, Mac.

- Hearing and smelling goddamn commies.

- Right, talk about the hell, Mac.

Crawling on our bellies while

those bastards were tunneling under us,

ready to slice and dice us

and eat us for dinner.

- That's hell! Hell was...

- Tell 'em!

Hell was getting called a gook

by your own platoon

while they step on your body

and leave you for dead in My Lai village.

That's hell!

Thinking you're the enemy!

Spitting up blood,

gasping for air,

choking on your own vomit.

But let me make this clear.

I would have gone through that hell

Huh!

He has better legs. Much better legs.

I mean, we need to start thinking about...

That was good.

That was good too.

Yeah, kill him.

No, no. Cross him off.

He did not take that hit.

Breeze Loo, what do you

think about today's part of the audition?

I'm not exactly sure

what this round is for, man.

I mean, aren't we auditioning

for an acting role?

It's a little overwhelming at times,

you know?

You're in front of Mr. Loo like that

and he's your idol.

I mean, I've seen him in tons of movies.

That's the reason I became an actor.

Come on!

Fight! Huh!

Stop dancing!

It was the last straw, really.

I just couldn't take it anymore,

you know?

It was bad enough

that my client, Cole, choked,

but I just couldn't handle

the disappointment I felt

towards my boyfriend, Cole.

You know, it was just...

It was... too much.

So...

so that's why

I broke up with him.

But I'm still his manager, though.

And, um...

So now I can guide his career

without any of the guilt

or the conflict or the drama.

I need to talk to you.

Turn off the camera. I said shut it off!

- We're...

- Get out!

Shut your face!

Get out!

- You need to calm down!

- I want you back.

We agreed

this is how it needs to be.

No!

You stupid face!

Finally.

It was my chance to prove my value,

show 'em who I really am,

you know?

The color of my skin,

my economic class...

None of it mattered.

I was expressing myself.

The room was captivated,

I could feel it.

And then he showed up.

- Eli, hi! Ronney.

- Hey, how are ya?

When my step-cousin

was abroad,

he caught Eli in a movie

and tipped me off immediately.

I mean,

he may be unknown here,

but he just won

the New Zealand Oscar for best actor.

And I think it's just a matter of time before

he is the next David Carradine. You know?

G'day, guys.

That guy Eli waltzed in late

like he owned the f***ing place.

He didn't even show at the first round

of auditions. How fair is that?

Some of us

know what struggle is.

Some of us had to fight

to get where we are.

Eli is not "some of us."

How's it all going,

everyone?

- It's good.

- Great.

- Yeah, it's good fun.

- Eli...

- Yeah, he's pretty good.

- It's so obvious. It is!

I mean,

he is Bruce Lee, you know?

Well, hold on. I mean,

let's not get carried away with ourselves.

We have a few

very, very solid options.

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