Jie Zi Zhan Shi Page #4

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Watch it carefully. Go with the flow.

Hit hard!

You're stronger than it.

Now, come on.

You think I'll feel pain,

you think I'll be tired

How to hate, how to practise,

How to love, how to say goodbye

Using hands and feet to be healthy

With a dream I fight reality

I'm already very, very exhausted

Dreaming about how to hold up the sky

I can only focus and go forward

Strong body, so as to be forthright

and strike one more time

Strong heart, it's for each fight

that you need to be replenished

A youth, with strong body and mind

that will never change

Rushing ahead,

within reality you challenge yourself

A youth, with strong body and mind

that will never change

Rushing ahead,

within reality you challenge yourself

I can be a hero now!

Quickly... quickly!

Sister! Give me back my sister.

Be quiet! Want to riot?

It's good that you've come here.

Keep quiet.

What is it?

Inspector Wa,

I've come to buy back my sister.

We sold her to them

to work as a maid, not a whore.

- I have the contract.

- Can't you read?

"As a slave or a prostitute."

That's what it says.

I don't care.

He said she'd be a maid.

Being a whore's much better.

It's not as tough as being a maid.

He should try being a whore!

Here's the money. I want her back.

I've had someone calculate it for me.

For two years that's 27.30.

The principal and interest is all here.

means 2 dollars a day.

And that works out

to be 1,460 dollars.

Do you have that much money?

Leave!

This contract is legal.

If you don't leave I'll arrest you all.

Go!

Inspector, arrest them all

for trespassing. Quickly!

- Give me back my sister!

- Arrest them all!

Master Wong! Master Wong!

Master Wong, give her back.

I beg you.

Evil bastard.

Sonny!

Father?

Whoever touches one hair on

my father's head pays with a leg.

Let's go now!

Let's go!

Go! Go!

Out! Go!

- What?

- Piss off.

Let me go!

It's not her!

Piss off!

Waiter, what's taking so long?

Hurry up!

All right, all right.

Just a minute, the rest is coming.

What's going on here?

There's too many people

and we can't cook fast enough.

I'll go and take a look.

What's taking so long?

It's still not here.

What are you doing?

Who is your boss?

I belong to Mr Chan.

Go to hell!

Where's Yuk-Su?

Huh?

- Where is Yuk-Su?

- Oh, he's...

Where's he got to?

- That little punk!

- It's not ready. You must add sauce.

Okay.

It'll do. Quick!

Beef noodles are here!

- That's disgusting! How's yours?

- It's horrible.

Shorty, come here.

What? My name's Lofty.

Not Shorty.

- Shorty, eat it.

- Eat! Eat!

What was that for?

- What are you doing?

- Tell your boss to come out.

My... my... boss has gone

to Guangzhou.

Oh, no. Mr Wong's men.

Tell Yat to come out!

Let's go.

- It's like sticky goo.

- How can they serve this stuff?

Let's go.

Siu-Yu. Come on out, quickly.

Stop!

Mister, what did we do

that made you tear down the sign?

What's it to you? Get lost.

Who are you?

Well, I'm the boss here.

The boss?

"No.1 Beef noodles"?

More like the worst.

Calm down, mister.

I opened this shop to make a living.

Smash the board

and we'll be out of business.

What is this?

- They're beef noodles.

- Beef noodles?

- Yes.

- It's manure.

Maybe this one's not good.

I'll go and make you some more.

Stay right there.

- I make good ones.

- You said "good", huh?

Yes.

So eat it all.

Eat it.

Lick it off the floor.

You don't have the right to say

you're number one.

You are a dog so crawl like a dog.

Crawl.

- Lofty, clean this up.

- Yes.

Hey, Siu-Yu.

Doesn't that look great?

What happened?

What's the matter?

Father, I told you not to work.

What about your leg?

You little punk! I'll kill you!

You're useless. I'll kill you.

- Don't hit him.

- Don't try to stop me. I'll kill him.

- Why are you hitting me?

- How can you face your Uncle?

Uncle Chai! Uncle Chai!

Calm down. It wasn't his fault.

Will you listen to me?

- Master Yat, I'm so sorry.

- Don't be like this. Get up.

Your poor mother.

She'd turn in her grave.

He doesn't know himself.

He's unfit and weak,

yet he's always picking fights

and even wants to be a hero.

The poor

can't fight the rich

and the rich

can't fight the government.

I work my guts out

to get him into the very best school

just so he'll be able to

rise above all this

and become a good medical student.

And now it's all over.

It's lucky you took him in, but he

can't even learn to cook noodles

and now he's brought you

all this trouble.

- I'm so very sorry.

- Don't be like that.

As soon as everything's cleared up

we can start again.

If Yuk-Su doesn't like cooking

he can always continue drawing.

Everybody's good at something,

you know.

He actually can draw well.

Drawing?

What good is drawing?

When I was 20,

I won an award at the Salone in Paris.

You have a great talent.

What good was this talent

when my wife starved to death?

That was just money problems.

What's so good about drawing well?

When I was in Beijing,

I was so poor I had to sell my quilt.

And when my wife was in labour,

I couldn't send her to the hospital.

As a result,

she died giving birth to Yuk-Su.

I vowed that day I would never

draw again for the rest of my life.

Don't, Chai. Please don't.

That little punk -

of all the things he learns,

why does he learn the worst

from me?

Look. This is what he draws.

They're worthless. Throw them away.

It's all right. He's still very young.

He'll change as he grows up.

Don't let it get to you.

- Try and get some rest.

- Dear mother of Yuk-Su...

I'm so sorry.

Yuk-Su!

Why are you burning your drawings?

Siu-Yu tells me you sneak off

to practise kung fu.

Do you think you can solve

all problems with force?

Yes, I can.

If I'd known kung fu

they couldn't have hurt my father.

And those men today wouldn't have

smashed your restaurant.

That is true.

With a personality like yours,

if you don't learn kung fu

somebody's going to kill you.

But why do you go out to learn?

Don't you know

I've already been teaching you?

Yeah. Washing the wok

and tossing the noodles.

Washing and tossing

are the basics of kung fu.

"One - guts. Two - strength.

Three - kung fu." Yours is kung fu?

Try it if you dare.

- Easy if you've done it for years.

- What about your strength?

Can cooking noodles

give you a 500Ib punch?

Come here.

Use your new 500Ib punch.

Punch.

Come on.

Yuk-Su, controlled strength -

that's what you need to learn.

Chinese kung fu is being able to

have control when you want.

I put my strength into my four fingers.

Therefore the egg didn't break.

Still not convinced?

Let's try it again.

- Wow! Washing the wok!

- Tossing the wok!

Want to learn my kind of

beef noodle kung fu?

Yes.

- Serious?

- Yes.

Then remember, if you learn my kung fu,

you can only use it in defence.

- Yes.

- No attacking.

I understand.

There'll be time for that later.

Go and take a bath.

Yes, Teacher.

Dice the tomatoes.

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