The Grandmaster Page #3

cannot live on in you.

Stay back.

Let him go.

Never darken my door again.

Get lost.

Master!

The whole clan

heard you were coming

and raced in from all over.

And Jiang?

He's keeping them company.

Miss Gong,

they're awaiting your decision.

They didn't come all this way

to hear my decision.

Did Father have any last words?

Don't seek vengeance.

Miss,

your father forbade revenge.

I agree Ma San deserves to die.

It's a massive crime

to betray one's teacher.

Nothing is worse.

On the other hand,

it was your father

who united Xingyi and Bagua.

Ma San worked hard at Xingyi.

And your father taught you

the 64 Hands himself.

The two of you are his legacy.

If you stand together,

the legacy remains whole.

Besides,

if you take action,

whatever the outcome,

people will laugh.

They'll say what's this Gong school

where the disciple kills the master,

and the daughter kills her brother-in-arms?

A pack of wild animals?

Besides, as for Ma San,

even your father couldn't finish him off.

You think you can?

Miss Gong,

we're old men.

We made the long trip here

with your best interests in mind.

Take our advice.

Just get married.

Your father's last words

were Don't seek vengeance.

If you kill Ma San

won't that go against his wishes?

My father said that

out of love for me.

He wants me to have a peaceful life.

But if I don't avenge his death,

I'll never be at peace.

I understand what you're saying.

With respect,

he treated you

all like brothers.

After he died,

you should've dealt with Ma San.

Instead you come here

as his messenger.

After all my father did for you!

I know

Ma San works for the Japanese.

He's got power.

But I'll stand up for my family.

Is he coming, or not?

What does it matter?

He comes, you go,

and that's the end of it, right?

It's better to let it go, Miss Gong.

Some things are out of our hands.

It's the Will of Heaven.

Maybe I am the Will of Heaven.

Oh ye gods and spirits

guide this soul to Paradise!

Halt!

We mustn't stop!

Don't block the road.

Keep to the side.

Move!

Ma San ordered us

to escort the body.

Miss Gong,

Ma San's men

are blocking the road.

The have banners of mourning.

Troublemakers!

Miss Gong,

time is of the essence.

Jiang!

Tell Ma San he's a dead man.

Let's go!

Oh ye gods and spirits

...guide this soul to Paradise!

They're here.

Stop her.

Keep her back.

Let me at her.

Stop her.

Stay back. We're here for Ma San.

Since you're my senior,

I won't force my way in.

But know this.

You can't hide from me forever.

I will take back my family's legacy.

Come out!

Better to advance than to stop.

The Old Master taught me this.

It became my philosophy of life.

It's a shame

he couldn't follow his own advice.

His precious teachings are mine now.

You want them -

send a member of the family.

You'll be marrying out.

You don't count.

Don't ask after me.

No news means I'm gone.

Find someone else.

Miss,

to give up such an ideal marriage -

is it really worth it?

Think it over.

If you take those vows,

you'll never be able to marry,

teach, or have children.

There's no turning back.

Father,

can you read what's in my heart?

If you agree with me,

show me a flame before Buddha.

Better to advance than to stop.

He mocks us for having no successor.

I can only advance.

I can't stop.

1950. Hong Kong. Tai Nan Street

Ever taught before, Master Ip?

To teach for a living

is a new experience.

So why now?

I'm starting a new life.

You've got your things.

You're confident.

Saves running back and forth.

In Hong Kong no one knows Wing Chun.

Any special moves?

Not really.

Three basic hands - Spade, Pin, Sheath.

How many forms?

The Concept,

The Bridge,

and Darting Fingers.

Weapons?

Double Knives

and the Six-and-a-half Point Pole.

Anything else?

That's it.

Bone-setting,

internal energy -

I don't do any of that.

Drifters,

lion dancers -

I don't teach those types.

Why not?

Kungfu isn't a sideshow.

So I won't teach drifters.

Lion dancers jump at firecrackers.

They're always brawling

and showing off,

all for a bit of cash.

It's crude.

I'll ask you straight -

ever been in a real fight?

It's wall-to-wall kungfu schools here.

They start fights over nothing.

Master Ip,

have you got what it takes?

Try me and find out.

Fight! Fight!

I've had a few years of training.

Show me your stuff, Master Ip.

Have you had lunch?

Barbecued pork and rice.

I suggest you wait a bit.

It'd be a shame to waste it.

Waste it?

Brother Hung,

are you okay?

Where's the tea?

Tea?

To give to your new master!

We've put a bed here for you.

I hope it'll do for now.

Sorry it's a bit shabby.

Is there a hammer?

Master Ip,

The boys and I want some lessons.

Eighty cents a head.

Cheap enough.

But call yourself a master,

you'd better deliver the goods.

No snake oil.

How good's your kungfu, anyway?

Lock the gate.

Hey!

Little f***er.

Shut the door and it's on for real.

You've got two hands and two feet.

How you gonna beat us all?

You're mistaken.

I have two hands but

Wing Chun has eight kicks.

Never mind your boys.

There's more than enough for you.

More than enough for me?

That one's free.

First kick.

Fourth kick.

One more left.

Do you remember our oath?

What oath?

I vow with all my heart

to be loyal

and obedient

to the Party.

I fear neither hardship

nor sacrifice.

Should I forsake these vows,

I accept the harshest punishment.

F***.

The war is over.

This is Hong Kong.

But we stand by our code -

Join us alive.

Leave us dead.

I'm leaving now.

Can you stop me?

Try us and see.

In exile in Hong Kong, The Razor

ran the White Rose Barber Shop.

1950. Chinese New Year's Eve. Hong Kong

You don't look like you need a doctor.

I'd like to see the 64 Hands again.

If you don't mind me saying -

You lost. I won.

Have a seat.

If you'd said that at the door,

I wouldn't have made it so easy

for you to get your dumplings.

Thank you.

You know,

I'd hoped to visit the Northeast in 1937.

There was a challenge waiting for me.

I had a warm coat made.

But the war stopped me from going.

I didn't keep the coat,

but I still have one of its buttons.

Call it a memento.

The 64 Hands is too important a legacy.

Why let it disappear?

In centuries of martial arts history,

so many things

have vanished.

Why should the Gong Family arts survive?

Mr Ip,

no art is higher than Heaven

no gift more solid than Earth.

Nothing lasts forever and that's fine.

Keep this button.

As for what may and may not be seen,

let's not talk about it now.

Mr Ip, ten years ago on New Year's eve

do you know where I was?

Mr Ip,

may I have a word?

The Gong arts belong to the Gong family.

The 64 Hands aren't there just for show.

The Gong Family lives.

I know how much talent is there.

I'm keen to learn.

I'll be waiting.

People - they change with the times.

Wear shoes that suit the crossing,

and underpants that fit your ass.

In Hong Kong,

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