Lady Bloodfight Page #2

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- I was hoping you can help me.

- Yes.

- Well, I'm looking for a teacher to train me for the...

- For what?

You probably won't even believe me.

It's kind of embarrassing.

You'll be surprise the things

I might believe in.

Okay

I came to Hong Kong to fight

in a tournament called the Kumite.

And if I win, I can get my mom

the life my father always wanted for us.

Why are you laughing at me?

You don't think I can win?

You're right, Jane.

What's so funny about a white girl flying

all the way over here to commit suicide?

- What do you mean?

- That's just perfect, isn't it?

I asked for a dragon.

And you sent me a... a Barbie.

This was a mistake.

I'm going to go.

Jane, wait.

I admire your cause and

your reason for competing.

Yes, you are brave and you fight with spirit,

but you have a lot to learn.

Forgive me, it's just...

You weren't what I was expecting.

I'm happy not to be

what you're expecting.

Now, if you can give me

directions to the embassy,

I'll leave you to sweep your leaves

and drink your tea.

Will you make a bet with me?

What if I gave life back

to this bird?

You're serious?

If I can do it, you stay three months

training with me for the Kumite.

And if you can't?

Um.

Um...

Right, how about an invitation to the Kumite anyway.

No strings attached.

- So either way I win?

- No. I win, you will survive.

You win, you definitely die.

Three months?

I'll stay here however long it takes

to learn whatever you just did.

It'll take more than three months.

- But it's all we have.

- This is unbelievable.

I just landed here and meet

Miss Miyagi in the street market.

We call it synchronicity.

At the heart of my work

is simplicity.

We use whatever works to

overcome the opponent.

We start from stance.

When you apply stance with speed,

the essence of martial arts is learning how to use

that strength and speed to distract the enemy.

First step:

Dress properly.

Second step:
Eat properly.

Where did you get this?

Third step:

Stand properly.

Like... this.

Frozen.

I want the sound of this bell

to drown the voices

that tell you what you can

and can not do.

The woman who wins the Kumite

will sound louder than that.

If I hit it like really hit it,

I'm going to break my hand.

- Is that what you want?

- Certainly not.

But now, it is a matter

between you and the bell.

Am I suppose to fear

for my life again?

Not too awful for someone who was

raised beneath the wrong sky.

Eating the wrong food

and chasing rainbows.

Do you always treat

your students like this?

Or maybe I'm just very lucky?

You talk too much.

- Can I ask you something?

- If you must.

Did he break your heart?

Is that why you have such a

grudge against the world?

You can say so.

Yes.

Why don't you deal with it, instead of

taking it out on your kung fu?

I missed my chance, so you will be

my blade to give me my revenge.

You will win the Kumite for me.

And then what?

And then you get the prize money

and get back to your life.

- Back to the streets?

- That would be your choice.

Back to work.

Is that why you find yourself here,

alone in this temple?

I'm never alone.

Don't you have a spirit

that follows you?

My father?

I don't know if he's

alive or dead.

The only souvenirs I had left,

went away with my bag.

- I can hardly remember his voice.

- Why are you sad?

He's still alive

if you can hear him.

It's just...

I'm afraid of forgetting

what he looks like.

I'm going to tell you

a secret, Jane.

Because death is not the end,

we are never alone.

The spirits are always with us.

At least you still have a photo.

That's something, right?

You're right.

We need to drink.

- I'll make tea?

- Tea is for beginners.

- To your father.

- To your whoever.

Take it slowly,

it's strong... stuff.

Not bad.

Not that I'm complaining about a field trip,

what are we doing here?

See that big guy over there?

- The one with the girlfriend?

- Yeah.

Buy him a drink, tell him

he's very good looking.

Is this some kind of a test?

Just get into a fight.

Hey, big boy.

I missed you last night.

You can make it up to me tonight,

but I want it all night.

Tell your shy little puppets

to stop making faces at me.

You cock b*tch!

What?

- Enough!

- Who the hell are you?

I'm her teacher,

and she's out past curfew.

And, it's a school night.

Come on, fun's over.

Time to go.

What did you do to that guy?

Dim mak.

The death touch.

- He's going to die?

- No, not if the ambulance arrives in time.

Breathe, focus, strike.

Wai, your arrival lights the flame

of the Kumite.

And you, you were so impressive

the other night at the market.

I wish the same success here.

Where is she?

Not here yet.

I believe her boat is arriving now.

Any ways, a few fighters

are still missing.

There're some good contenders.

The competition is going to be tight.

- Friend of yours?

- Sang? Used to be.

- He's taking care of the big guys.

- I see.

No way, this is wild.

Hey, Muay Thai, right?

Played one of those in Bangkok.

I ass kicked for two rounds.

Kicked her out in the third and

stopped her in the fourth.

And the elbows on your people!

- Hey, what about you?

- Oh, I'm Brazil.

- No, not where. What?

- Oh, Capoeira.

Don't know that one.

No offense but you look more like

a model than a fighter to me.

Long time no see, Wai.

As promised, Miss Ling Chow.

We're honored, Miss Chow.

Please, read the form

and sign below.

What is it?

A formality.

- Sorry.

- For what?

You don't need to write to fight.

Master Shu.

Your student is not a Chinese.

Your powers of observation do you credit.

She is an American.

And you wish to enter an American

in the Kumite on your behalf?

I do.

Alright.

What's that say?

Just that If you're maimed or killed during the tournament,

that you don't hold any of them responsible.

And I thought all that calligraphy

was a waste of time.

The better the writer,

the better the fighter.

Wait here.

- You're master Shu's student, are you not?

- I am.

Incredible.

I mean, welcome.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- You are so direct, so American.

You didn't answer my question.

I like to think of myself as

the Kumites most ardent patron.

If there's anything I can do for you

while you are here, anything at all,

please call me.

- I am at your service.

- Thanks.

Now, the rules. You can win

by knocking your opponent out or...

By forcing her off

the fighting platform or...

Welcome to the 435th meeting

of the Kumite.

All of you've been invited here

for one reason.

In your chosen martial arts,

you showed fire and we were watching.

For long years, our order has followed

the ancient practice of martial arts.

With real skills,

come real dangers.

Like those who came before, you must

be prepared to break or be broken.

To bleed or shed some.

To take a life or lose your own.

So, your commitment humbles us.

And we're now committed to honoring you

with a Kumite fit for heroes.

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