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(tranquil music)

- Hi, Peter.

What's wrong?

You missed the exhibition.

- I don't care.

- You don't?

- No.

- Okay.

- You mean you're not mad?

- No, of course not, Peter.

Why should I be?

- I don't know.

- Tell me something, though.

- [Peter] What?

- Why do you take Taekwondo if you don't like it?

- Father makes me.

He said it made a man out of him

and that it'll make a man out of me.

- You know, Peter, your father is right.

Taekwondo will make man out of you,

but not how you think.

It's not the kids that you saw

that is outside.

Inside is the man.

You're already pretty great the outside part.

- Hello, Gary.

- Detective Venkman.

How you down'?

- What's up?

- I don't know.

I guess I just need to talk to somebody.

- [Venkman] Well go ahead, I'm listening.

- I've had enough of this.

I can't take anymore.

- Enough of what?

- Look, I don't wanna rat on anybody.

I mean, all they really want is Tszing.

I know his operation.

I know when the shipments come in.

I know when they go out.

You and me, we can do this thing together--

- Don't panic, Gary.

We'll take care of you.

You're one of us.

- So you're with me on this?

- All the way. - You and me?

- All the way.

- I knew I could count on you.

(Gary chuckles)

- We need to talk.

- What's up?

- Gary Sinton, that's what's up.

He's got plans of his own.

He's gonna rat our entire operation out.

- Nah.

He's stupid, he's not dumb.

- He talked to me.

He trusts me, I swear.

- How much does he know?

- [Venkman] Too much.

(sighs)

- Let's take care of it.

- Fine.

- Hello, Deborah, it's me.

I'm afraid I have to ask a huge favor of you.

- What's that?

- [James] I spoke with Jack Pullman, he insists

I go to L.A. and present the proposal myself.

- I see.

- So I'm on my way to the airport.

Could you hold things together until I get back?

- What about Peter?

- [James] Well that's the favor.

I want you to make sure he gets to his taeckwondo

class and then gets home afterwards.

This deal is worth several million dollars.

I'm sure he'll understand.

- Okay.

- I should be home tomorrow night, late.

Keep an eye on him until then?

- Okay.

- [Secretary] Mr. Richards, phone call.

It's your fiancee.

- Hey babe, how are ya?

- Not so good. - Ah, what's wrong?

- His majesty's flying out of town tonight,

big emergency and I have to watch the kid.

- Oh.

- [Deborah] So, I guess dinner's off.

(Rick scoffs)

I know, I know.

But what can I do?

- [Rick] Tell him that you won't do it.

Tell him you quit.

- I can't quit.

- Why not?

I make enough money for the two of us.

- Rick, we've been through this before.

It's a good job, I'm lucky to have it.

I'm not gonna give it up just to be

somebody's housewife.

- No, you'd rather be a high-paid babysitter.

- Look, Rick, I'm sorry, I have to go, okay?

I'll talk to ya later.

- Yeah, if you can find the time.

- Hello, Peter.

- Hi.

Where's my dad?

-He had to fly to LA.

He's sorry.

He asked me to take you to class.

Maybe we can do something tonight.

Just you and me.

I know I'm not your dad--

- Cool.

- Okay.

Well, let's go.

(brakes squeal)

- Whoa now.

- Hey, Gary.

- Hey, Lynch.

What's going on?

- Tszing wants to talk.

- Good evening, Mr. Tszing.

I could never betray you.

You've been too good to me.

Mr. Tszing--

- You grovel well, Gary, which is what I expected.

I always thought the accused should be

allowed to face his accuser.

After all, this is America.

Detective Venkman.

(slow intense music)

Do I need to say more?

- Hello, Gary.

- I believe in giving every man a fair chance.

In this case, a fair fight.

You choose.

You're a pretty good martial artist, Gary.

How about some Brazilian Capoeira?

Paolo.

- Okay, shefe, I'll show the dico.

(intense music)

- Or would you rather take on Lawrence?

(grunts)

(grunts)

(cries out)

Kato, I told you, no!

Put that sword back, now.

Maybe, would you like to try, Lynch?

(sinister music)

(grunts)

Well then my friend, I guess you've made

your choice.

Jimmy!

- Mr. Tszing, you don't need to do this.

- Asshole greet.

(intense music)

(Gary cries out)

(macabre music)

(Gary cries out)

(Jimmy exclaims)

Mr. Tszing...

- That's enough.

(Gary gurgles)

(intense music)

(Gary cries out)

(bones crack)

Take him out and dump him.

(students exclaim)

- Next, Tornado roundhouse kick.

(Instructor exclaims)

(students exclaim)

Okay, step back.

Peter, you have to concentrate, okay?

Try it one more time.

This time, just Peter.

Ready!

Hyah!

You have to concentrate, okay?

If you concentrate, nothing is impossible.

Try again.

Ready, hyah!

I see you do a lot better.

What's wrong today?

- Look, so I suck, so what, who cares?

Class is supposed to be over anyways.

- Well, next kick is torpedo.

Everybody ready?

Spinning back hook kick.

Hiya!

One more time, hey!

(intense music)

- Dump him over, Saul.

- I always knew Gary was trash.

(both chuckle)

- [Jimmy] Good joke, Venkman.

(intense music)

- Hey!

- Who's that kid?

- How would I know?

- Whoever that kid was, he seen us,

he seen the car.

We have to deal with it.

- I'll take care of it.

(intense music)

- Hi.

- Hi, let me go inside and get my bag, okay?

- Okay.

- [Young Park] Hello, may I help you?

- Oh, no thank you.

I'm just waiting for Peter McCrea.

- Oh, I'm the Young Park, his sensei.

- [Deborah] Deborah Martin, I'm Mr. McCrea's

executive assistant.

- Nice to meet you.

So?

- Yes?

- So what do you think of taekwondo?

- Oh, I hate it, it's so violent.

- I'm ready.

- Okay, let's go.

- Excuse me, could I talk with you all a moment?

I've just got a few questions.

It won't take very long.

- Sure, what can we do?

- You can die. - Hiya!

Hiya, get down.

(Young exclaims)

(Venkman cries out)

- Oh, my God!

- He's dead?

- [Jimmy] What's taking him so long?

- I don't know.

- You three, go inside.

- Let's go.

- Yes, I'd like to report a, I don't know,

a death I guess.

No, no, no, a policeman's been killed.

That's right.

Uh huh, Deborah Martin, Deborah...

(loud thud)

- Hyah!

- No!

Get the boy.

(Young grunts)

(Young exclaims)

(thug cries out)

- [Young] Go on!

- [Jimmy] You fight well, little man.

You have good spirit.

He's mine.

(intense music)

(Young exclaims)

(intense music)

(Young exclaims)

Quapa man, calm down.

(Young grunts)

- Hyah!

Hyah, hyah.

(Young cries out)

Hyah!

(Young exclaims)

Hyah, hyah!

- (mumbles) kill him!

(gunfire)

- [Peter] See him?

Come on.

(brakes squeal)

- Get up there.

- Everybody okay?

- Yep.

- [Lynch] Just go!

- Who were those guys?

What do they want?

- I don't know.

- Oh, my God. - What?

What is it?

- They're following us.

- Don't lose them.

- Everybody hang on.

(tires squeal)

- There you are, my pen, ow.

(knocking on door)

Yo.

- They got Venkman.

- We finally got him?

- No, somebody else got him.

He's dead.

(tires squeal)

- Look out!

(tires squeal)

(brakes screech)

(engine revs)

We lost them.

- You sure?

- Yeah, he wiped out back there.

- Okay, we've got to call the police.

(line trills)

- This is Captain Johnson.

- It's me.

- How are you, sir?

Did you get that problem taken care of?

- Yes, but now I have a different problem.

(background chatter)

- Hey, Ramirez.

Should've figured Internal Affairs would show up.

- Who do we got?

- Nobody yet.

We got a witness.

Didn't see much, but heard it.

Things kind of point to Young Parks,

the guy that owns this studio.

- Huh, interesting.

- You think so?

You haven't heard the interesting part yet.

- What's that?

- Out back in the alley, we found another body.

Killed the same way as Venkman.

We got a call at the station about an hour ago.

The woman gave her name as Deborah Martin.

We got a license number from vehicle registration.

- Okay, it's a start.

- We're at a phone booth at 6th and Washington.

We'll be here.

- All right, it's them.

You know what to do.

Go on, don't worry.

The public will believe anything

when there's a dead cop involved.

- He said to wait right here.

- Yeah I'd say, it'll be tricky but doable.

I'll keep you informed.

- [Peter] What's going on?

- It's a cop.

- Hello, are you Deborah Martin?

- Yes.

- Step out of the car, please.

- Boy are we glad to see you guys.

- Let's walk this way, folks.

- [Peter] Young, does this make sense to you?

- I hope so.

- This outta do.

- We're gonna have to check.

- [Deborah] Oh, we understand that.

- Face the wall, please.

(intense music)

(young exclaims)

(officer grunts)

(officer cries out)

(officer cries out)

(Young exclaims)

- [Peter] Are you okay?

Okay, come on.

- So much for the police.

Well done.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- [Deborah] It's me, it's Deborah.

- Deborah, where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you all day.

- I'm in big trouble.

I need you to help me.

- Honey, what's wrong?

- The police are trying to kill us.

They think we murdered a detective.

Rick, are you there?

- Wait, you've been involved in a murder?

- Yeah, but we didn't do it, we were--

- Look, babe, I can't afford to be an accessory

after the fact.

I mean, I could get disbarred or worse.

You understand my position?

- But Rick--

- [Rick] Look, I shouldn't even be talking to you

right now.

- You're not gonna help me?

- I don't know, I guess uh...

Look, let me think about it, okay?

I can't jeopardize our future.

- Yeah.

- I love you.

- [Reporter] As of yet, undetermined if there's

a connection between the two dead men.

Detective John Venkman, a 15-year veteran

of the force and another body yet to be identified.

Suspects escaped in a late model red Nissan.

- What other body?

- I don't know.

- The guy ho chased us.

I saw them back in the alley

throwing something big into the dumpster.

- The other body.

-It is.

So, these guys decided they're gonna kill Peter

because he's a witness?

- We should hide.

- It's gonna take money.

Money's not a problem.

I have a ton of credit cards.

- They all have your number on them.

All we need is one store clerk

recognize your name.

- We need cash.

- I left it in my wallet.

- I've got some, not much.

$12, got any money, Peter?

- Yeah.

I've got a 20, five, and some change, that's it.

- Great, 37 bucks and change.

We're not gonna get very far on that.

- No.

- (sighs) Well, what do you suggest we do?

- We have to get rid of this car

and get different clothes.

Peter and I really stick out in our dobok's.

- And how did he get a complete description

of Deborah's clothes?

- A lot of people saw us.

But this is not a navy blue business suit.

This is a very fashionable cobalt blue

business suit.

- Anyway, we must all get different clothes, okay?

- Okay.

What about this?

No, no, no, don't do this to me.

Don't do this.

I can't believe it.

It ate my card.

(sighs)

You don't suppose you have any family

or friends we can call?

- In Korea.

- Korea?

Great.

Okay.

Where are we all gonna get clothes

with $377?

- I'll do the best I can.

- Peter's a good kid.

- Yeah, I like him, too.

- We better wait over there.

(whimsical music)

- Sure has been gone a long time.

- Maybe he got lost.

So, have you changed your mind about taekwondo?

- No.

- Why not?

- It's still too violent.

- Violence of taekwondo is not the most important part.

- Oh, that's all I've seen so far.

- [Peter] Master Park.

- Over here.

- Here's yours.

Here's yours.

I got myself a different shirt.

- Excuse me.

Thanks a lot, Peter, good job.

- Oh, very damn funny, Peter.

- (chuckles) It looks pretty.

- You get right back in there this minute

and get me something else to wear, now.

(police siren blares)

We better get out of here.

- I agree, but where?

- The question is, how.

- We need power.

- We need your dad.

- [Peter] Too bad, he's in LA,.

- [Deborah] I know, I'm just saying.

- Let's go.

- You're sure?

He didn't leave a message where he might

be able to be reached?

Okay.

No, thank you.

He's not there.

He's checked out, there's no message.

I don't know where he went.

They don't know where he went.

- Hey, what do you think you're doing?

- What?

- This is my spot.

Who do you think you are coming in

and taking over my territory?

- (laughs) Oh, I'm sorry--

- Yeah, you're sorry.

You're about the sorriest looking thing

I ever saw.

- I am not working your territory.

- [Brandi] Not anymore you're not.

- I am not a working girl.

- Yeah, right.

(horn honks)

No, you're not.

You're the ones that killed that cop.

It's all over the TV.

(intense music)

Relax.

Relax, I don't wanna turn you in.

I want to help you.

- What?

- That's right, I want to help you.

You're in trouble, I can help.

- Why?

- 'Cause the cops won't pay me nothing

to help them.

- (laughs) Oh.

- Hey, you're on the streets.

And you need to hide.

I can help you out.

But it's going to cost you.

- We don't have any money.

- [Brandi] Yeah right?

- No, we really don't.

- Well maybe we can work something out.

Maybe some jewelry.

(Deborah gasps)

(Deborah sighs)

It's not enough.

- Peter, give her your watch.

- Give her your watch.

- That's real nice, too.

But it's still not enough.

You sure?

- Take it.

It doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

- Okay, it looks like we've got a deal.

Follow me.

- She's a prostitute, isn't she?

- Yeah.

- I mean, really?

- Yeah, yeah, really, Peter.

(gentle music)

- Okay, just follow my lead, okay?

Hey Tony.

We need a room.

- One room for all four of you?

- What do you care, it's going on my tab?

- I guess I don't.

- Okay, thank you.

Hey, the Hilton was all full.

We paid for the whole night, so just stay here

and you should be safe.

Have a good one.

I'll be back before morning.

Hey there, hey, come here.

You look like you're looking for a good time.

Yeah, okay, follow me.

- I hate not brushing my teeth.

- Me too.

- Dibs on the bed.

- Fine, Peter, whatever.

— What'?

- Deborah gets the bed.

Peter, you sleep on the floor.

I take this chair, okay?

(gentle music)

(Brandi gasps)

- Good morning, Brandi.

Nice underwear.

Now get out.

I need to talk to this young lady.

- How are you doing, Mr. Chin?

- Tszing.

Brandi, I've got a problem.

- Oh yeah, what's that?

- Maybe you heard, the cops are looking

for the gang that killed Venkman.

- Oh yeah?

- I'm looking for them, too.

I thought maybe you could help me find them.

- Gee, I'd love to help ya out,

but I don't have any time for that.

- Somebody told me they saw them.

Saw you with them.

- I was with some kinky guy from out of town.

- So you have no idea where the cop killer's are?

- Nah.

- I see.

Lynch, work on her memory.

- Wake up.

We have to get out of here.

Peter wake up.

- [Peter] What, what is it?

I'm tired, go away.

- [Young] Get up.

- Hey! - Shh!

(intense music)

- Ready?

(thud)

(Lynch cries out)

- Hyah!

(Lynch groans)

(thud)

(Lynch groans)

- Get after 'em.

- Come on, come on.

Come on.

(Young exclaims)

(Young exclaims)

(thug groans)

(thug cries out)

(Lynch groans)

(wood crackles)

- No, come on.

- Thank you.

(intense music)

- [Young] Hyah! (thuds)

(thug groans)

Hyah! (thuds)

(gentle music)

- Where are you rushing to, pretty lady?

- Nowhere.

(men snicker)

- This neighborhood's a dangerous place

for a lady.

Leave me alone.

(men laugh)

Lots of gangs around here.

This is Birds of Paradise territory.

That's us.

(men laugh)

We collect tolls from out of towner's.

- We don't have any money.

(men laugh)

- Search party.

(men whoop)

- Stop it, no!

Leave me alone. (crying)

- [Young] Let her go.

- What?

- I said let her go.

(men laugh)

- Get rid of him.

(intense music)

(thug groans)

- Hyah!

- Yo, tough guy.

You know, I like tough guys.

You just messed up my date with an angel.

You're gonna pay.

(thug exclaims)

(Young exclaims)

(intense music)

(thug exclaims)

- You're mine now.

(both exclaim)

- Hyah!

- Grab her, let's go.

Joe.

(Joe exclaims)

(thug yells)

(both exclaim)

- You go this way, right?

I'm gonna take care of this little freak.

- Hyah!

- Master Park!

(both exclaim)

- Come on, get up, Crush.

(thug growls)

(Deborah whimpers) - No!

(both exclaim)

(bone crunches)

- [Peter] Over here.

(Deborah grunts)

(Deborah whimpers)

- Let me go!

- Master Park!

- [Young] Ha!

(thug whimpers)

(thug cries)

- [Peter] Master Park.

(Deborah cries out)

- [Deborah] No!

I wanna go home.

- Peter!

(Deborah screams)

- Help, stop!

- Peter, stay, okay, stay, no follow.

(Deborah screams)

- Stop, let me go!

(Deborah cries)

- Another step and she flies.

- Set her free.

- You mean, like a bird?

- Let her go safely.

I promise you no harm.

- Any closer and she meets gravity.

(Deborah screams)

(thug exclaims loudly)

(intense music)

(both groan and exclaim)

(Deborah whimpers)

(thug growls)

You can't escape.

(thug growls)

(thug screams)

(thud)

(Deborah whimpers)

- You're okay now.

- Are you all right?

- We've got to find a safe place, okay?

(Young exclaims)

- [Deborah] Think we can fit through there?

- Maybe.

- We can fit through here.

(intense music)

(door bangs)

(Young sighs)

- We've have to get away from the door.

Let's get some sleep while we can.

- One guy?

- Yeah man, he was Chinese or something,

used that kung fu or whatever the hell

they call it.

- Unarmed, he took out three guys?

- Damn straight man, wildest thing I've

ever seen.

Could've been in the movies.

- Uh huh.

(gentle music)

(clanking)

(air whooshes)

(tranquil music)

- Good morning.

(air whooshes)

(gentle music)

I just had a dream about you.

- Look, we both lost them.

So let's quit this blaming thing, Ching.

- Tszing, it means...

I want the matter taken care of, okay?

- Now look, the kids father just came in.

My bet is he leads us right to the kid.

I had a tail put on him.

- I have as well.

(knocking on door)

- Hi, I'm Detective Carlos Ramirez, Internal Affairs.

- Is there any news?

- (sighs) I'm afraid not.

But I've got a theory.

Can I come in?

- Sure, come in.

- Peter, concentrate.

You almost got it, okay?

- I am, but I just don't seem to get it.

- Sure you are.

- Not so far.

Every time we're in trouble,

I'm not much help.

- Well, you are still learning.

I get scared too sometimes.

It's just that I have been trained

to face my fear inside.

- You know what I can't figure out?

- What?

- Why a guy who can do what you can do

isn't rich.

- [Young] Maybe I don't wanna be rich.

My desire are simple.

I only want what I already have.

- You're kidding?

- No.

- Master Park's pretty cool.

- Yeah, he's pretty cool.

- You know, you two might make a good couple.

- I already have a boyfriend, peter.

I'm engaged.

- Oh yeah, well where was your boyfriend

when that guy green hair dragged you

into the building?

- We knew for the longest time Venkman

was the dirtiest cop around.

We just couldn't prove it.

- So you believe my son is innocent,

that's what you're saying?

- Yeah.

Yes it is.

- And now the police are out there

hunting my boy.

Why can't you tell them what you just told me?

- It wouldn't do much good.

Internal Affairs isn't very popular

with the department.

I'm sure you can understand.

I'm afraid nobody would listen to me.

But I'll listen to Peter.

If he should get in touch with you,

please, call me directly.

I'll guarantee I'll listen to the whole story

before we take any action.

- How do I know that I can trust you?

- You don't.

But you sure can't trust anyone else.

(intense music)

- Just like a stinking little rats,

they crawl in there.

- (sighs) Soon it'll be dark enough.

We can get to a phone and call your dad.

I'm sure he's worried sick about you, Peter.

- No, you don't know my father.

- No, maybe you don't know your father.

- Let's go.

(intense music)

(thugs laugh)

- Poor little rats.

(thugs laugh)

Remember me?

I remember you.

Our friend, Tree however, he don't remember

any of you.

He's dead.

You killed him.

I think we should make a trade.

The three of you for him.

See?

I thought I might run into you tonight.

That's why I brought all my friends.

See?

- What in the name of sweet Jesus is going on here?

What kind of trouble do we got here, Blue?

Tell the truth, it don't look to good.

- Reverend George, I like you.

I like you a lot.

But I ain't making no promises about these slime.

- And you, Shadow, I'll tell your mama.

What happened here?

- Today, some of these guys roughed us up.

My friend here got rid of them but they came back

just now with reinforcements.

- I see.

- Who are you?

- They call me the Reverend George.

- I know who you are.

You used to be a ball player, right?

Now you returned to your old neighborhood

to open the mission.

- You read too many papers, son.

- My father says you're a great man.

- [Reverend] Your dad's cool with me, too.

- Why did that whole gang take off

when you showed up?

- It's mission policy.

If the entire family of anybody caught

in a street gang gets you more help.

Our mission does a lot of good

for the families of our youth.

And the boys in the gangs know that.

- [Deborah] I see.

- Besides, I used to be the champ.

- (laughs) guess that explains that.

- [Reverend] Now I have a question for you three.

- Yeah?

- Why did you Kill that cop?

(sorrowful music)

- We didn't mean to.

He pulled a gun.

It was self defense.

- You expect me to believe that?

- [Deborah] No, but it's the truth.

- Well I guess this is your lucky day.

When you live in this part of town,

you hear things.

I know about that cop you killed.

He was dirty.

But just because I believe you,

doesn't get you out of trouble.

- No.

- So what you better do, you better

come to the mission.

You'll be safe there.

Nobody comes into the mission without my say so.

I figured this was the best room for you.

You're a little too famous to be dining

with my other guests.

- Thank you.

- The food's real delicious.

I mean, really good.

- Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

- Thank you.

And thanks for the clothes.

- You're entirely welcome.

Now, we best try and get you people straightened out.

- What's all this?

- This is where we sort our contributions

to the mission, then we give them

to the folks that can best use them.

Elsie, these are my special guests.

We want to keep them out of harm's way

for a little bit, okay?

(ominous music)

Hello, Mr. McCrea.

I've heard good things about you.

- [Mr. McCrea] You have?

- They call me the Reverend George.

- Yes, I recognize you.

I'm an admirer of yours.

- I was wondering if I might talk to you.

- Well, actually, today isn't a very good day.

How did you get in here?

- No problem.

I have my ways.

Listen, I came about your son.

(engine starts)

You see that four-door sedan?

It pulled out right after us.

- Yeah.

- [George] That's them, that's the police.

- Well, how are we gonna lose them?

- No problem.

Albert son and I have done this before.

- Good.

It worked.

- I told you it was no problem.

(James laughs)

Now we can get a cab.

- Well, that was slick, but not slick enough.

(engine starts)

(soft music)

- Are you okay?

(rapid gunfire)

- Don't even try it.

- Oh my God, he's been shot!

(phone rings)

- Ramirez.

- This is James McCrea.

They're ready to come in, but Park is wounded.

- Okay, McCrea.

- Now, listen to me, listen.

If they surrender to you, can you guarantee

their safety?

- Yeah, you got my promise.

Now, call an ambulance.

Don't give them their real name.

I'll pick you guys up at the hospital.

- I've done that, I've done that.

We'll meet you there.

(ominous music)

- Go ahead, I'll meet you at the hospital.

- Well, I must admit, it's been pretty exciting.

But I've got a mission to run.

- I'd like to make a contribution to your mission.

- McCrea, I like your son.

He and I have talked some.

Now, I don't mean to be nosy, but it seems

he hurts real bad inside to spend

some time with his father.

Now, he didn't say that, I just feel it.

- I know.

- You take care of that first.

Then come around my mission with that contribution.

(siren blares)

- Mr. McCrea.

Hi, I'm Detective Ramirez.

I'm sorry, I know you're upset,

but we need to talk.

- Go ahead.

- At that point, we didn't know what to do.

- We just ran. - Yeah.

- I suspected it would be something

like that, the evidence at the scene

fits your version of what happened.

Anyway, even though this is self-defense,

you still need to go through the motions.

- I understand.

- Deborah, thank God.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

- Hello, Rick.

- My police buddy tells me that you're

no longer a suspect.

- No, they cleared us.

- Can we go someplace, maybe,

get a cup of coffee, talk?

- No, I want to stay here.

- Okay, well, can we just go over here

and talk privately?

- Excuse me.

- I'm very sorry, Deborah.

I got scared and I said some things I shouldn't have.

I don't blame you at all for being angry with me.

- You don't?

- Look, Deborah, I made a mistake.

And I'm very, very sorry.

But you've got to understand my position,

if I'd done the wrong thing, it could

have ruined my career.

- Okay, here's my position, I was in the worst

trouble of my life, and I needed help,

I needed someone I could depend on and trust,

and I found out the man I was going to marry

loved his career more than he loves me.

- That is not fair.

- How is that unfair?

- Look, I don't want to argue, okay?

I came here to apologize.

Let me do something nice for you.

Let me make it up to you.

- You really want to do something nice for me?

- Absolutely.

- Okay, tell you what, why don't you

make sure that I never have to see your face again.

Oh, and Rick, I'm sorry, I don't have

your ring to give back, I gave it to a hooker.

- Look, I couldn't identify anybody,

even if my life depended on it.

- Your life may very well depend on it.

- I'm sorry, I just can't do it.

- Okay, you can't, you can't.

Troy, take this back.

I'll circulate this story that you can't

make a positive ID.

- Detective Ramirez, the hospital called.

Park's out of surgery and he's gonna be okay.

(soft music)

- Master Park, it's me, Peter.

I know you can't hear me, but I have

a few things I want to say anyway.

You told me I would grow up.

You were right.

I've learned a lot from these last few days.

I'm a man now.

Just like you.

Anyways, me and my dad are going up to this cabin

for a few days.

Detective Ramirez thinks it's best

for me to get out of town for a while.

I'll come see you as soon as we get back.

Deborah said she's gonna keep an eye on you.

You know, I think she likes you.

Get better.

Okay?

- Hello.

- You're really beginning to irritate me.

(man grunts)

I hope you have some good news.

- I do.

Peter McCrea can't identify anybody.

He said he couldn't recognize anybody

from that alley.

- This is good news.

But not good enough.

His memory is liable to improve.

The only way to ensure our safety

is to eliminate them all.

- Eliminate them?

- That's right.

You know where they are?

- Young Park's in the hospital, Deborah Martin

is with him, and Peter McCrea is up in

a mountain cabin with his father

and a police guard.

- One of ours?

- No.

- All right.

We'll send a couple of men to the hospital,

we'll take a drive up into the mountains.

It's clear we can't depend on anyone else.

- Mr. Tszing, this thing is getting out of hand.

- [Mr. Tszing] Whose fault is that?

- I did all I could.

I don't run the whole department.

- Captain Johnson, if for any reason

I should get arrested, I won't go alone.

Do I make myself clear?

- Crystal.

(James groans)

- Listen, let me do this.

Why don't you guys take that hike?

I'll meet you back here in an hour, two.

- Great.

Can we dad?

- Yeah, sure, let's go.

- You guys have a good time.

(ominous music)

(grunts)

- Where's Peter?

- [Deborah] He's safe at his father's cabin.

- [Park] I've gotta get to him.

- He's all right, he's got a police guard.

Wait a minute, you're in no condition

to leave the hospital.

- I don't have a choice.

- Peter.

- Yeah?

- This is great, isn't it?

- Sure, it's great.

(soft music)

- McCrea.

McCrea!

- Captain Johnson, sir.

McCrea and the boy, they've gone

on a hike up the Wrangle Pass.

They'll be back in about an hour.

- Take care of it.

- Are you getting tired?

- No.

(gunshot)

- Did you hear that?

- What?

- A gunshot.

- It was probably hunters.

- I guess.

- Let's go up here.

Let's sit down a minute.

(James sighs)

Peter, I've been wanting to talk to you about something.

- Yeah, dad?

- I loved your mother more than I ever

thought I could love anybody.

And when she died, I guess I went

a little bit crazy.

I started working all the time because

I didn't trust people anymore.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that,

uh, the last few days when I thought I'd lost you,

I realized that I don't what I do.

I don't care if I make a lot of money.

I almost lost the most precious thing in my life,

and that's you.

And I'm not gonna do that anymore.

I'm not gonna lose you again, Peter.

- I understand, dad.

- Do you?

(dramatic music)

(gunshot)

Run, Peter.

Run!

- Mr. McCrea.

Peter.

- Go back to the last store and call the police.

- What about you?

- I'll stay here.

- Be careful.

- [ Will.

Now, go.

(soft pipe music)

- Peter, we have to split up.

- No.

- It's our only chance.

They don't want me, I can't testify

against them.

You get back to the road, I'll get

them to chase me.

- Dad, don't leave me.

- Peter, I love you.

Now, you do as I say.

Do as I say.

Go!

- Oi.

(speaking foreign language)

(intense music)

(grunts)

(thuds)

(grunts)

(Park exclaims)

(grunts)

- Detective Ramirez.

- It's Deborah Martin.

Remember me from the hospital?

- [Ramirez] Yes, of course.

- You said I could call you anytime I needed help, right?

- Yeah, sure.

How are you?

How's Park?

- I don't know what's going on, but

Mr. McCrea's cabin in the woods, there's

gunshots, there's a dead cop.

You gotta get here right away.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

Meet me at the cabin.

(intense music)

- Well, well, well.

(laughs)

You look lost, little lamb.

(Thug laughs)

Like lamb to the slaughter.

(grunts)

(yells)

(grunts)

(both exclaim)

(thuds)

(gunshot)

(thud)

(gunshot)

- Good job, Louie.

Don't shoot him.

We can use him.

Peter!

Peter!

We have your father.

He'll be killed if you don't give yourself up.

- Peter, don't listen, don't come out!

- It's up to you, Peter.

The only way to save him is to surrender to us now.

You'll be murdering your own father.

Wise decision.

Kill them both.

(intense music)

- Party time.

(intense music)

(thuds)

(both exclaim)

(grunts)

(intense music)

- You're not going to get away this time,

little Korean man.

Today, you die.

- No, you die.

(energetic music)

(thug cries out)

- You're a great warrior, Young Park.

But now it's time to die.

(gun cocks)

- [Ramirez] Hold it right there.

Nobody moves!

(gunfire)

(yells)

- You killed my son, Kato.

You killed him!

It means nothing to me to kill this child.

You killed my child.

(thud)

I kill him!

(gurgles)

- Mr. McCrea, Mr. McCrea, it's okay now.

We have it under control.

- You can't do this.

Do you know who I am?

- [Ramirez] Yeah, we know who you are.

You're Captain Johnson, and this is Mr. Ching.

- Tszing!

- Yeah.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

Anything you say can and will be used against

you in a court of law.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

So, now, what do you think about Taekwondo?

- I still hate the violence.

(soft music)

- You okay, dad?

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

(soft music)

- Very good, Peter.

You'll do well in the tournament tonight.

You better go start getting ready.

A lot of people will be here pretty soon.

- Okay.

- Peter.

Remember, inside.

- Inside.

(soft music)