Yip Man: Jung gik yat jin Page #4

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Why doesn't he come over and say hello?

Let's sit down!

Those lions are ganging up on Master Ng.

Master!

Come up!

Hold on to me!

Are you here to compete or to fight?

Give them a hand!

Yes!

What should we do, Sir?

Let them fight!

Escort the officials out!

Please follow me!

Let's go!

Beware of the needles on his sleeves!

Master Ngai!

Let's call it a day?

I'll only take orders from...

the one who defeats me.

My apologies, Master Ngai!

You have a lot of nerve!

Let's go!

Our medicated wine is not bad,

infused with eagle claws

and bear gall bladders.

You can either drink or apply it.

What a way to make a living,

drinking medicated wine.

It's tough heading up a school.

People are fooled by

our cheerful demeanor.

But we're actually under great pressure.

I'm sure you'd understand!

My wife used to adore me.

Because I know kung-fu,

it gave her a sense of security.

We got married, then I opened the school.

I was challenged day in and out.

So she felt unsafe and insecure,

and opts for just about anyone else

but a kung-fu instructor.

How fickle a woman can be!

Master Ng,

you have such literary talent,

you can be a school teacher.

You are far superior, Master lp.

I can't blame her, though.

Young thugs are always at the door.

Finally I found a solution.

What solution?

Between you and me...

it's very simple.

Whenever a challenger turns up,

I'd tell him...

I'm going to lock that door

and here's the key.

If you want to leave,

you have to kill me for it.

Or else...

run now before I kill you.

Nine out of 10 would leave right away.

What about the tenth?

The last one has guts,

and he'd become my pupil.

Right?

It's hard for a pupil to find a good master.

But for a master to find good pupils,

it's even harder.

I can't agree with you more!

Have some tea!

Cheers!

You must be careful with what you eat.

I cooked these myself.

As good as those from a restaurant.

A bit salty, though.

I'll pay you for it.

Please don't!

I washed these already.

If you like, I can cook for you again.

Wake up! Time to go to work!

Come on, get UP!

Get up...

Your friend died in peace.

I'm scared.

Of what?

Of being alone...

when I die.

Hello?

Please hold.

Master lp! A call for you!

Were you by Mom's side?

Master lp

Are you alright?

In 1960, Hong Kong's economy was poor.

Life in Foshan was considerably more stable.

Mom passed away in July that year.

I stayed with her until the very end.

Nothing too serious. Mr. lp was in shock.

Thank you, doctor.

They sent Dad to Queen Mary Hospital

Perhaps he was overcame with grief,

he didn't recognize anyone.

Master!

Master!

Master!

He couldn't recognize any of us!

Wing Sing!

Don't you recognize me?

What are you doing here?

You should be in

San Francisco for your date.

I found him already.

Move over...

ready! Smile, Master!

Coming...

There's my wife.

Wong Tung and Sei Mui got married in 1961.

One more...

Wong Tung quit his job after he got married.

I don't know why.

Then he decided to

teach kung-fu for a living.

He asked Master for a signboard,

and he inscribed one for him.

Authentic Wing Chun

Some thought Master was

partial to Wong Tung.

In fact, he was the only one

who dared to ask.

If the others had asked,

he would have done the same for them.

Now that you put up a signboard,

if you wish to turn someone away,

you must have a good excuse.

No wonder he refused

to have a sign for his own school.

It's not in his character to find excuses.

He'd lay it on you straight.

With a baby on the way and money was tight,

Wong Tung took in whoever came along.

Unfortunately, few went to him for lessons.

Tung!

Nice place!

Interested in boxing in the Walled City?

Chan won five bouts in a row,

and made a ton of money.

Sing!

Hi, Sis.

We're not interested.

Very well.

I'm off.

Think it over.

Very well!

Bravo!

Wong Tung won 10 bouts in a row.

I'm very happy with the pool.

I'll keep the money for Tung.

I'd be even happier

if Wing Chun loses for a change.

happier!?

happier!?

happier!?

happier!?

Wing Chun doesn't lose so easily.

What do you know?

Master lp who teaches kung-fu upstairs?

You are his son?

After Mom died, Dad wanted me to join him.

I finally came in 1961.

Took me ages to walk to Shamshuipo

where I found his school.

Dad was a great wanderer.

Everyday we go for a walk after breakfast.

He'd take me to Central and

Sheung Wan,

where he'd point out different stores

owned by his classmates

from St. Stephen's College,

among them Tang Shiu-kin,

the philanthropist.

Yet he has never called upon any of them,

as he was reluctant to ask for help.

He never forced me to do things

learn Wing Chun or

to help out at his school.

There's no difference being

his son or his pupil,

I'm off job-hunting, Dad.

Except I get to spend more time with him.

Pardon me.

Back then,

I often saw a woman who brought him meals.

I asked Dad how I should address her.

He just said "whatever".

So I decided to call her Northern Lady.

I felt relieved that

Dad was being looked after.

Let's eat.

Is it good?

I finally landed a job

with a shipping company,

working night shift with room and board.

But on occasions,

I'd go back to Dad's for dinner.

Happy New Year, everybody!

Chun!

Chun!

Take a seat! Dinner will soon be served.

How's work, Chun?

It's alright.

If it doesn't suit you,

come back and help out.

Hello! Happy new year!

You can stir-fry this rice cake

or make soup with it.

I'll take that.

Thank you.

You should just ignore her.

Dinner is ready.

Thank you, Sheung.

It's nothing!

Master, your favorite shrimp.

I have red packets for you.

I put them in your drawer.

Let me get them.

To his health.

No, we pass.

It's lucky money from Master.

I said no.

Thank you, Master.

Don't be like that.

She's not Mrs. lp.

Let's eat.

Dig in, everyone.

I have to go back to work,

let's eat.

Honey!

Master!

Can we take back

the blanket we gave Mrs. lp?

Why?

Don't they want someone looking after you?

Don't worry! I'll eat your rice cake.

I'm more worried about your catching a cold.

My pupils rented this place.

I don't want to bother them anymore.

What's wrong? ls it your stomach?

Go see a doctor, if not to the hospital.

They say this is good for pain.

Try it.

Better than being in pain.

Drink up.

Don't ever give me that stuff again!

But you were in pain.

Never touch opium!

Remember your friend?

I just don't want to see you in pain.

Please forgive me.

I'm not blaming you.

Thanks.

Honey, tell them to unload everything.

Alright!

In the summer of 1962,

Dad and I rented a flat in Mongkok.

Northern Lady used to visit at first,

then for some reason she stopped coming.

That year,

I started to learn Wing Chun from Dad.

The Government announced today...

daily water supply is cut to four hours.

Turn it off downstairs!

What?

Turn off the tap!

Sure!

Olives-in-flight! Up here...

Dad took on more pupils back then.

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