All language subtitles for Bloodsport.1988uRay.x265-RARBG

Jackson, you going
to be going to Hong Kong?

I love anything with full contact.
Need a few more scars.

I heard you get killed
at that kumite.

Only if you fuck up. Unh.

Tomorrow, we leave for the kumite.

Sir?

Excuse me, but Colonel Cooke
would like to see you

- before you leave on furlough.
- What's the problem?

The colonel found out you're going
to Hong Kong. He wants to talk to you.

Tell him I'll be right there...
after I take a shower.

- But I'll have to wait, sir.
- OK.

What's taking so long, Captain?

Captain?

Shit!

- Sir!
- Where's Dux?

He was in the gym.

He took a shower, I waited,
he disappeared.

What do you mean?!

One minute he was there,
the next, he wasn't.

If anything happens in Hong Kong...

Get Helmer and Rawlins
on this right away!

And I don't want to see your face again
until Dux is beside it!

- How is he?
- He's resting now.

- He'll be so happy to see you.
- It's so good to be here again.

- I tell him you're here.
- Thank you.

Wow, look at the sword!

Let's get it!

Come on, Frank.
What's the matter, you chicken?

- No.
- Then get in here!

Hey, Frank, you want to
hang out with us, then come on!

You just going to stand there,
or are you going to grab something?

Shit! They're coming back!
Let's get out of here!

- Come on, Frank!
- Forget him. Let's go!

That's enough, Shingo.
Go to your studies.

You cannot get katana sword by stealing.

It is a very special sword.

- You must earn it.
- I wasn't going to steal it.

You didn't flinch.
You have fighting spirit.

- You're not going to call the cops?
- Not if we make a deal.

What kind of a deal?

Your son and my son
are in the same school.

Frank sees my son's skill,

and he desires to learn
martial science, too.

Yes, but what do you mean
by "martial science"?

Frank's told me you came
to America to grow vine.

Yes, that's right.
I work at the Verne Vineyard.

I came here to grow fish
in my hatchery.

We both grow children.

You use science
to make vines grow better.

Like vines, children need training.

Martial science provide
a way of training.

Brings mind, body, spirit together.

That's enough!

- That's all for today.
- Not yet.

Why don't you quit, round-eye?

Not yet.

Go practice your katas.

How come you coach him but not me?

I brought you here to help me
train my son. Don't question me!

If you expect me to be his punching bag,
you can forget about our deal.

Yeah! Throw a punch.

Some day,

I'll fight in the kumite
and make my father proud.

Shidoshi, I feel like I've lost
part of my family, too.

Shingo and I were
close friends, brothers.

And you and Mrs. Tanaka
have treated me...

like a son.

What will happen now?

No more training. I stop now.

But you have so much to teach.

You don't understand.

In the war, I lost my first family:

My son, daughter and wife.

They live in Hiroshima.

I left Japan because of the war.

War was wrong.

I came here to start over.

Begin a new family, with a son,

another chance to pass on the teaching.

For 2,000 years,

knowledge passed from father to son,

father to son.

When Shingo died, it stopped.

Teach me. I can do it.

You are not Japanese!
You are not a Tanaka!

You taught me,
using any technique that works,

never to limit myself to one style,

- to keep an open mind.
- Why?

To honor you, Shidoshi.

Practice until you can meditate.

Nothing can distract you,

so that you see and feel nothing
except your own energy.

Are you awake, Shidoshi?

Do you sleep with your eyes open?

How are you feeling?

Like a old man.

And how about you?

- I am going to Hong Kong.
- You're sure you want to do this?

To honor you means everything to me.

I have poured all my knowledge into you.

When you fight,
my spirit fight with you.

In kumite, you will need it.

Hey, babe.
Want to go out with a real "big man"?

No, huh?

Too handsome for you, huh, honey?

This your first time
in Hong Kong?

You two are here for the kumite,
aren't you?

Kumite? What is kumite?

Look, guys, I know there's
a secret, full-contact event

being held in Hong Kong
in the next few days.

- Yes. Hong Kong is an exciting city.
- I also happen to know a little bit

about some of your competition.

OK. Um... would you just
tell me how you got invited?

Thanks, guys.

What, think you can
give me some competition?

Sure, I'll try it.

That's what I like to hear,
a kid who isn't afraid to lose.

No, no, I got it.
I won't take your money.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- You like this kind of fighting, huh?
- Yeah.

You want to see some real fighting,
you can see me fight at the kumite.

I'm here, too, for the kumite.

Aren't you a little young
for full contact?

Aren't you a little old
for video games?

- You want to go at it again, huh?
- Yeah.

- Not bad, kid. Name's Ray Jackson.
- I'm Frank Dux.

- Mrs. Tanaka.
- Mrs. Tanaka?

Yes?

It's very important
to the government

of the United States
that we find Frank Dux.

We understand he might
have visited here recently.

- Mr. Tanaka is very ill.
- We're sorry to hear that.

- Was Frank here recently?
- Frank came here to pay his respects.

- When was that?
- Two days ago.

Did he say, or do you know
if he was going to Hong Kong?

- I don't know.
- Of course you know.

Look, we're not trying...

We're very sorry to have disturbed you.

Thank you very much for your time.

May I help you?

My name is Jackson. This is
Mr. Frank Dux. Our rooms ready?

Mr. Lin in room 310
wants to see you after you check in.

Who the hell is Mr. Lin?

I'm Lin. You Jackson?
You look like a Jackson.

- That would make you Frank Ducks.
- No, no, no. It's Dux.

Gotcha!
Like "put up your dukes," right?

OK, so here's the deal.
This is the biggest kumite ever.

We got fighters from all over.
I've been assigned by the IFAA

to help you and the other North American
fighters find your way around.

I'm going to make sure
you guys give it your best

and don't disqualify by fighting
outside the arena.

The triad, they are like the mafia,

is allowing us
to hold kumite here this time.

Here it comes, men, the war city.
Not a place for outsiders.

You are in Hong Kong, but you are
about to cross an invisible border

into Mainland China.

No joke, man.
It's a rundown piece of no-man's land

in the middle of a tourist paradise.
Goes way back to the old lease agreement

between Great Britain and China.

Once you step out of the sunlight
into the narrow corridors,

it's time to protect your nuts, guys.

OK, USA!

OK, USA.

OK, guys, first, you can show the
Black Dragon Boys your invitation.

Then you got to qualify
and prove to them

you can step onto the runway
and not get killed.

- Got it?
- Mm-hm.

You got it?

Mm-hm.

It says he represents the Tanaka clan.

You don't look like Tanaka.

- Shidoshi Tanaka trained me.
- What's the hold-up?

He says Senzo Tanaka is his Shidoshi.

What's the difference
if Bruce Springsteen is his Shidoshi?

If Senzo Tanaka is his Shidoshi,
then show us the dim mak.

- What the hell is a dim mack?
- Death touch.

Thanks.

Vic, choose a brick.

OK, Frank.

What about this one?

No!

Bottom one.

Whoa, yeah!

Son of the bitch!
Is that good enough, guys?

We honor your invitation.

No shit, you honor his invitation!

That was great!

Very good... but brick not hit back.

Here's a picture of the man
that we're looking for.

His name is Frank Dux.

We have reason to believe
Frank is here in Hong Kong.

His name was on a list on a flight
from San Francisco two days ago.

Two days ago? Maybe he already left,
went somewhere else.

Asia's a very big place, you know.

We were hoping you'd hold
onto this for reference.

We're here because Frank
is going to fight in the kumite,

and we're here to stop him.

- The kumite?
- Yes.

Inspector Chen, we all know

that the kumite
is happening here in Hong Kong,

and we all know it's going on
over the next three days.

Look, all we want you to do
is pass this picture out to your men.

They spot Dux, they give us a call.

My men are already overworked.

If it's too much trouble, forget it...

Inspector, we're all overworked.

But we need your help.

I'll see what can be done.

You know where to reach us.

Mm-hm.

You come upstairs with me
for an interview.

- Like hell! Let go of me.
- You want Hossein, no?

- No, Hossein is an asshole.
- What did you call me?

You want me to spell it out for you?

Leave the girl alone.

He's the American shithead
who makes tricks with bricks.

Guess the kumite starts one day
earlier this year, huh, fellas?

- Let's all just calm down, OK?
- She's coming with me.

- No, I'm not.
- If we have to fight for her,

then both of us will be
thrown out of the kumite.

Just for her?

We could arrange this another way.

- Do you gamble?
- What is bet?

You hold this.

If I can grab it
before you close your hand,

I get the girl. If I cannot...

she's yours.

- Very good.
- You can't do this!

Just relax.

Take it.

Jeez, Frank, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Ready?

Go!

You lose, American asshole.

Looks like she's mine.

Now, leave the lady alone.
You understand that?

Why were you with Hossein?

I've been trying to get
a story on the kumite.

I'm a reporter.

He tell you anything?

He told me I had nice legs.

He's right about that.

Why is it that no one
will talk about the kumite?

What is this air of mystery?

I'm just trying to find out
what it's all about.

- Why are you fighting in it?
- It's personal.

You want to prove
your manhood to the world?

The kumite is for the fighters,
not for the people who read newspapers.

I've heard that it's
unnecessarily brutal,

like a cockfight,
except it's with people.

You have the wrong picture.

Will you tell me about it, Frank?
I want to have the right picture.

OK, I'll talk to you.
But one condition.

What's that?

You agree to have dinner
with me tomorrow night.

Well, actually,
I was hoping Hossein would be free.

That hurts me just looking at it.

Yo, Frankie!
Earth to Frankie!

This is ground control.
Do you copy?

It's time to get ready.

You better stop doing that. You might
want to have kids one of these days.

Victor's downstairs.
Kumite express leaves in five minutes.

Are you ready?

I am ready.

You can almost smell the adrenaline
in this place, can't you?

Yeah.

They are going to love me over here.

But they really love Asians
because we're good-looking.

Welcome, warriors of the world.

Today, you become part of a tradition

that began hundreds of years ago.

The kumite was first used
by the Kokoruki,

the Black Dragon Society,

to measure the fighting skills
and spirit of its members.

Every five years,
the best fighters in its ranks

would face each other in full contact

with one winner emerging

as the superior warrior,
the champion.

The Kokoruki has been joined by the
International Fighting Arts Association

as cosponsor for this event

and as the guardians
of a rich and powerful heritage.

After three days, one fighter
will prove himself to be the best.

May the mightiest warrior prevail.

Now, remember, it's full contact.

There are three ways to win.
One, you knock the guy out.

Two, your opponent quits
and shouts "mate ".

It's like saying "uncle".

Three, you throw the fucker
right off the runway.

Piece of cake.

That's why they call this
"bloodsport", kid.

Watch this, Frankie. I'm going
to show you how it's done, buddy.

Asshole!

Come on, get up! Come on!

I'm going to kill you, man!
Yeah, you, man!

You got it!

Huh, Frankie? Ha!

Look at him, buddy! Yeah! Yeah!

- You check that out? Thank you.
- Good stuff, Jackson.

Thanks.

- But, uh, what took you so long?
- Oh, funny. Real funny.

Chong Li!
Chong Li! Chong Li!

- What's going on?
- That's Chong Li, the current champ.

He's never been defeated. Holds all
the records including the fastest kill.

He killed a guy during the last kumite.

Yep, kicked the poor bastard
right in the throat.

Guy died right there on the platform.

Chong Li stood there
and watched him die.

Chong Li!
Chong Li! Chong Li!

Now, I show you some trick or two.

Whoa!

Fastest I ever saw!

Whoa, yeah!

His first fight in the kumite,
he broke the fucking world record!

Yeah! That's my buddy!

Go home!

This is real good stuff.
How's your eel? As good as mine?

I don't know.
I haven't tasted it yet.

I think I'll tell them
to kill it first.

- You should ask for forks.
- Inspector Chen.

What a pleasant surprise.
Please join us.

No, I never eat here.
I found some information for you.

- What is it, Inspector?
- Frank Dux is at the East Lake Hotel.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Here, have some eel.

OK, Dux, you know why we're here.

Taking you back, Frank. Let's go.

- Only when the kumite is over.
- Who the hell are these two scumbags?

Just stay out of it, pal.
It's not your business.

I ain't your pal, dick face.

Look, Frank, the government has invested
a lot of time and money in you.

Uncle Sam can't afford
to let you get hurt.

- I won't get hurt.
- That's why we're here,

to make sure of that.
Don't make it tough on us, Frank.

I'll be in the airport in two days.

It's not good enough.

Frank, read my lips.
We are taking you back now.

Don't make us use
50,000 volts on you, Frank.

Excuse me.

You want to shit sparks?

You just stay put, OK? Stay put!

All those different fighters
in one event. Sounds wild.

- You have to see it to believe it!
- Oh, come on, Frank.

Couldn't you just get me in?
I really want this story.

- It would mean so much to me.
- They have strict rules. No press.

- I bet we could think of something.
- I doubt it.

You telling me you never break rules?

- What do you mean?
- Who are Helmer and Rawlins?

Just friends. Why?

They must be very close friends.

They've been inquiring
about you all over Hong Kong.

What do you want from me?

Well, I'd really like you
to help me get into the kumite.

But, more than that...

I'd really like
to get to know you.

After all, we have all night.

I have to go.

I know.

- Good luck today.
- Thanks.

- Meet me for dinner again tonight?
- Sure.

About the kumite... I'm sorry.
I cannot help you.

It's OK. I'll get over it.

See you.

Where the hell have you been?

You can't just disappear
in the middle of kumite like that.

I got a rep to uphold, you know?
You don't tell me nothing

and Jackson don't tell me nothing.
You guys are driving me crazy.

Right now, hurry up and change.

Pick a brick, any brick.

I know. The bottom one, right?

See? Not a scratch on it.

Not dim mak.

Neither is this. Aah!

For you.

- Yo, Frankie.
- Whoa. I hope we don't bump heads.

- Come on. Let's do it, buddy.
- Feel strong today?

- I feel fine.
- Good. You're a good fighter.

- You good.
- Thanks.

This isn't the first time I've had
to go undercover to get a story.

Chong Li! Chong Li! Chong Li!

All right, Frankie! Yeah!

Dux! Dux! Dux! Dux!

Time to separate the men from the boys.

Just be careful Chong Li doesn't
separate your head from your body.

- Go for the gut. He's soft there.
- What the hell are you talking about?

Chong Li's weak in the gut.
That's how Parades surprised him.

Hey, you listen to me.

Go for the stomach
and stay away from his right leg.

Will you stop worrying?
I've got it under control.

You sound like my mother. Man alive!

I got him!

What are you doing? Keep going.

Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!

Cheer for him now! He's dead!
I got him! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah. Unh!

- Unh!
- No! Stop!

Chong Li! Chong Li! Chong Li!

Come back, Frank!

Ray? Ray, I'm here.

Ray?

The doctor says
you are going to be OK.

You are lucky you have
a head like a rock.

Yeah. You'll be out
of here in a week.

I'll get back at Chong Li.
That's a promise.

You think that's what he wants?
Someone to share a room with?

Janice, stay out of this.

Frank, I don't want
to see you get hurt.

Then don't watch.

If you want to argue,
go elsewhere, please.

Sorry.

You're not even trying to understand
what this means to us.

What is there to understand
about guys who have to prove themselves

- by beating each other's brains?
- Why did you become a reporter?

- What does that have to do with it?
- Answer the question!

My father was a reporter. I was a good
writer. It seemed like the right thing.

And you want to be the best reporter you
can be, for him and yourself, right?

Yes, that's right.

Well, I'm just trying
to be the best I can be.

Not just for me,
for Tanaka, my Shidoshi, too.

Great, Frank. That's just great!
Go right ahead!

I just hope you don't end up
like Jackson or worse.

But I'm not going to
stand around and watch it!

You're blowing it, Frank.
Forget about the girl.

Forget about getting back
at Chong Li for Ray.

You have a chance
to take it all tomorrow.

You can be the first
Westerner to win this thing,

but you got to have a clear head.
You hear me?

You hear me?

Why are you interested
in stopping the kumite?

Someone almost got killed there today.

I have a friend fighting in it.
I don't want him to get hurt.

- Who is your friend?
- His name is... Frank Dux.

You guys here for the finals?

There aren't going
to be any finals, Dux.

- At least, not for you.
- Don't try to stop me.

We're not. He will.

I did not come this far to stop now.

You shouldn't have come
in the first place. Take him.

You're really being
a hard-ass about this.

- Uh, careful.
- Put these on

- and we won't have to use them.
- The last warning, Frank.

Inspector, don't.
We've got to take him back.

Would you give us a break? We've
been chasing you all over Hong Kong.

OK, Frank, you win. But it's wrong
what you're doing. It's a mistake.

I'll meet you at the airport...
tomorrow.

Now what?
How are we going to stop him?

Follow me.

Time's up.
We can't wait any longer.

Give me one more minute.
I give you my word. He'll be here.

- We must follow the rules.
- Where is Mr. Dux?

I wish everyone would just calm down.
I said he'll be here.

- Too late.
- Too late?

No such things as too late.

Ah. Finally.

- It's about fucking time!
- Sorry.

- How do you feel today, Dux?
- Feel good. I am ready.

Dux's my man.

Come on! Come on!

Dux! Dux! Dux!

Well done.

Chong Li! Chong Li! Chong Li!

You are next!

Prepare the platform
for the final match.

This is it, Frank.
You can make history here today.

Frank, you OK?

- Frank?
- Yeah.

You break my record, now I break you

like I break your friend.

Get him, Dux. Come on.

Come on! Get up, Frank!

Chong Li! Chong Li! Chong Li!

Dux! Dux! Dux!

- Right on.
- Come on now, Dux. Come on.

More! More!

Up! Up!

Chong Li! Chong Li! Chong Li!

Get up, Frankie!

All right.

Say it!

Say it!

Say it!

Mate.

All right!

Dux! Dux! Dux!

Yeah, Frankie.

Mr. Dux, you fought
with inspiration.

We of the Kokoruki salute you.

This is for you, Shidoshi.

So you stomped him real good, Frankie?

- Worse.
- What do you mean?

He made him say mate.

All right, Frankie!

But don't you get too cocky

'cause you might have
to go up against me next time.

- I promise.
- Mm-hm.

You guys are out of your minds.

- I'll drink to that!
- Ha, ha!

By the way, next time you fight,

try to keep your clothes on.

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

If you ever need me,
I'll be there.

I love you, my friend.

Me, too.

Take care.

He's not going to show.

Looks like he did it to us again, huh?

Hey, guys!

You coming or what?

You son of a bitch.

You're always late!

You know, you're really
a pain in the ass, you know that?

I'm just glad you're on our side, kid.

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