Hong tian shuang long hui Page #6

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Something wrong?

Get up! You're fighting like a girl.

My grandmother could beat this guy!

Hey, I was kidding. I don't even

have a grandmother. Oh, no!

- Are you okay?

- Tyson's in trouble! You've got to help him!

- Time out! Time out!

- Hey, you! Bastard!

Pick on someone your own size!

Hey, I'm gonna tell you one last...

Oh, wow! Finish this loser off

and I'll go turn off the heat.

Caution. Lowering heat apparatus.

Hey, look out, Boomer! It's comin' down!

What are you trying to do? Kill me?

You know, it's too hot in here. You take

care of that guy and I'll cool off in here.

Ah, heaven! Huh?

You were in there! Never mind. Just run.

Come on! This one's a pushover! Who's a pushover?

Boomer! Help me!

Boomer!

Boomer! Run away!

Okay.

Wait! Haven't you finished?

Hey, I'll finish him. Watch while I do it, okay?

Hiya!

Tyson!

Please don't hit me.

- Boomer?

- Run!

This way!

- Don't move!

- We got 'em now.

Oh, my God! Boomer, let's get

the hell out of here now!

Boomer!

- I owe you one.

- Come on.

I'll just stay in here until

you're finished. Hurry up!

Get him!

Huh?

Heads down!

Get off me or you'll die!

Look out!

Tyson!

Tyson, get up, will ya!

Recorded speed of 50 miles per hour.

Estimated survival rate for passengers

with seat belts:
Ninety-nine percent.

- Tyson!

- I had the seat belt on! I'm gonna be okay!

I'm gonna kick your ass! I've

had enough, please! No more!

I-I-I'll make a deal. Anything you want.

Take him!

I gotcha! Say your prayers, buddy.

Boomer!

No way.

Hey! There's two of them! But only one can fight!

So which one do I have? Guess.

Ooh, I think I got the fighter.

That's enough!

He's not Boomer! He cannot fight you!

Why don't you come fight me?

Look behind you!

Turn around! John! Behind you!

I move, he moves. Hit him! Hit him!

Hit him! Harder!

Turn around!

Kick him! Kick!

Turn around! Kick!

I'm not done with you.

So, tell me:
Which one am I, actually?

John Ma. Who do you think?

I wasn't really sure,

'cause when I was fighting...

Cut the crap! Open it up!

Where's Tyson?

Stop there!

- There are two of you!

- There's just one of us.

- Just one?

- Must be seeing things.

Ah. Get on the ground! Move it!

There are two of you!

- Proceed test.

- John!

Where's the seat belt?

Estimated survival rate of passenger

without seat belt: Zero percent.

Please replace test dummy.

It's so beautiful!

What's holding them up so long?

I'm very anxious to meet the man who looks

like John. I hope he really is our son.

Now, Mama. Don't get your hopes up too high.

You promised. Yes, of course. I won't, dear.

Father, Mother.

I still haven't seen Boomer.

I don't know where he is.

- I'm afraid the wedding will have to be cancelled.

- Cancelled?

Wait here. I have to find Boomer.

John, where are you going? There he is!

Hey, come back here! John!

- Where have you been?

- Did you have to bring the whole crowd?

I can't believe it... our son! That's our boy?

Oh!

What do we do? We get outta

here right now. Let's go.

Are you all right? They're getting away! Come on!

I got you! Are you Boomer or John?

You're not getting away that easy. Come on!

That one's Boomer. No, that's Boomer...

Or is it John?

Tell me, which one of you is John?

You are!

Now what do we do? It doesn't

make any difference!

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