The Man with the Iron Fists Page #3

So you don't know what

this f***ing paper means.

It means nothing.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Hey, man!

You're free now, n*gger?

- Come and get it! Come and get it.

- Come on. Yeah.

Crawl, n*gger, crawl.

Come on, kitty!

- Yeah! Yeah!

- Come on.

Stay down.

Whoa!

Fidgety n*gger, ain't he?

Go on, finish him off.

Go on.

N*gger, you're gonna wish

you had never been born.

Jake!

The n*gger killed a white man!

The n*gger killed a white man.

What you doing, Jane?

Nothing, sir.

Yeah.

Nothing.

I don't think so.

Your boy's around here?

Long gone.

Yeah.

We'll see.

Run. Run, son, run.

The boat I escaped on sunk.

Everyone was lost at sea.

But somehow...

to disconnect ourselves from

this troublesome world.

Another one.

I strayed from the

path, and I paid the price.

The pendulum of karma

swings both ways.

They made me a cripple.

But if you help me, I will

forge my greatest weapon ever.

As a young mind, we taught

you that, in the beginning,

there was the word.

Yet when man failed

to hear the word,

we were forced

to teach by action.

The chi in your body travels

through the 12 vessels

and builds up in your Dan Tian.

Your triple burners convert

all particles to energy.

By learning to regulate breath

and controlling your chi,

a man is capable

of amazing feats.

If one can find the source

to one's own energy,

he can transmit that energy

to activate inanimate objects.

You and the object

become as one.

It becomes a slave

to your will, your mind.

Your chi.

What are you really here for?

Dear boy, gold.

So, how is your chi now?

Miss Silk, I'd like to thank you and

the blacksmith for your kindness.

The blacksmith, how is he?

The rumor is that he's dead.

Zen Yi.

My friend,

you look pretty good.

For a dead man.

Thanks to him.

Care to join us for dinner?

I hope you don't mind your noodles

a touch on the spicy side.

This is an East Indian

recipe. Very hot.

And here's the secret.

Just a touch of butter.

Just a touch.

A spoon, dear boy.

Baby steps.

Now, might I suggest, given the

nature of our common enemy,

and the numbers we're

about to encounter,

that we come up with a plan?

In fact, our

Jungle wasn't always an outpost.

Rumor has it,

the Fourth Emperor

built a magnificent tomb

for his queen

directly beneath our village.

That's fascinating.

Here. To good fortune.

Good fortune.

Now, when the captain of the Jackals

arrives with his many armed troops,

where do you suppose

he's going to attack?

Well, presumably

the Lions' base.

Exactly, and they'll come not only

for gold, but also for lives.

We see the Madam

is well informed.

My sheets know

every secret in this town.

Gentlemen, we've had dinner.

Now, dessert.

On.

Shall we?

The Fourth Emperor,

a man of imagination.

And I thought lies

were your stock-in-trade-.

Not stock.

Just trade.

What do you have in mind?

You store your gold here,

less the 3% that goes to me,

along with the right to control my

women, my way, as I always have.

One way in, one way out?

Of course.

Three percent is quite steep.

Four percent.

My friend,

better 3% to the madam

than 100% to the Jackals.

All right, we have a deal.

Now, we need a lot of action from

you coming from the South Gate.

Try and make some noise.

We want the others to

think there's an attack.

No problem.

I presume you're coming in from the

chopstick gate in the north here.

And I'll keep the southern gate

locked up until you get there.

About how much time do we have

before the Jackals arrive?

Dawn.

If we don't get

this done before then,

it'll be the end

of the village.

They're moving the gold

to the Blossom's.

I know a secret way.

Of course you do, little mouse.

Can you show us

that secret way?

Change of plans.

Be careful, men.

Sorry.

Not with the gold,

but with yourjewels.

This place is rigged

with many traps

that will make women of you

if you don't respect them.

Yes. Yes.

Rigged with traps?

Yes.

You must tell.

Beautiful.

You may leave us now, Madam.

And thank you.

Goodbye, Madam.

She's quite lovely,

but partnership with this woman

is going to be an issue.

Don't worry.

In the morning, we will

kill all of these whores.

I can't wait.

So generous of your friend,

the governor,

to bestow this

great gift upon us.

You must never underestimate the

power of your enemy, Silver Lion.

You have a notable habit

of celebrating early.

Have your men begun trapping the

Lion base with the explosives?

Yes. They should

be nearly done by now.

When the mighty Jackals

show up there in the morning,

boom, boom,

and bye-bye.

Stop it!

Lovelies.

Do not think for a moment

that I enjoy seeing you

forced into any position.

I have been exactly

where you are.

I do not make these demands of you lightly.

Remember, there is a purpose.

The power has always

lain with men.

Yet, it is essential to understand

that power is not theirs by birth.

The nature of power is that it belongs

to no one until it is taken, seized.

Seized through sex, violence.

Gold.

Men may have

always held the power,

but power is a fickle mistress.

And here in Jungle Village,

the winds of change

are nearly upon us.

Hear me clearly, my darlings,

when I say that our days of shame

and disgrace are nearly over.

Now, back to work.

Dry off, prepare yourselves.

And we'll see

who's left standing,

and who is on their knees.

Come, ladies, you heard Madam.

Warriors.

Brave Lions,

kings of the jungle!

Drink up!

Partake of the women.

Tonight, my friends,

the Pink Blossom is yours.

Baby.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

Aah!

Stupid b*tch.

No!

Black widow.

Thaddeus.

This way! This way!

You thief, get out of here!

What was that?

I always take a gun

to a knife fight.

Zen Yi.

Silver Lion.

Come and get me.

Jack Knife.

I thought you were dead.

Reports of my demise were

greatly exaggerated, Dagger.

Well, then. There's

business to be done here.

Not this time, old chap. You

see, I'm on the other side.

Government emissary?

The emperor himself, no less.

Zen Yi.

Tiger style.

I thought your clan

was extinct.

My clan is extinct.

I killed them.

I'm afraid you've come up

a little short, my friend.

Jack.

Unfortunately, Dagger, the

gears of life move inexorably

in only one direction.

I'm glad to see you've adopted

the philosophies of my people.

Now get me out of here!

Dagger, Dagger, Dagger.

You should have finished

what you started.

That is the difference

between you and me!

I see my jobs

through to the end.

The only difference between you

and me is the poison we use.

Opium?

It's not a poison.

And it's not a curse.

It is a benefit and a solace

to the hardworking Chinese.

And the occasional Englishman.

I'll see you in hell.

I suppose you will.

Save me a spot by the fire.

I'm to your right.

I'm to your left.

What took you so long?

Got caught up looking at

yourself in the mirror?

Now you die, little brother.

Gold Lion raised you as a son.

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