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Excuse me sir, I know you've been

waiting for an answer from the states.

Mr. David Sloan has unwisely declined your generous offer.

Just what did he say?

He was inclined not to want to cooperate.

What did he say?

Sir, he said it would be a cold day on

Mars before he would ever kiss your ass

and that you could kiss his.

How unfortunate for Mr. Sloan to misunderstand

the business policies of the Negaal Federation.

You have 48 hours in which to eliminate Mr. Sloan

and enlist the new American kickboxing champion.

Of course.

[Man chuckling]

[roaring]

man: 1, 2, 3, 4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

Hyah! Hyah!

Flower.

Excellent.

Enough.

That's it for today. Attention.

All: movement without spirit is nothing.

Movement without spirit is nothing. That's right.

See you on Tuesday. Practice.

Hey, Chalky.

Hey, Matt, did you read the paper today?

No. Why?

Look at this.

David Sloan was murdered last night.

What happened?

Well, I don't know. It says here

it wasn't robbery; he still had his wallet.

Could I see that?

Matt, anything you want me to do?

Send flowers to his family?

Yeah. Please.

Thanks.

[Crowd cheering]

[bell rings] all right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the main event...

you listening? Hey, you listening?

Yeah, yeah.

I want you to pace yourself, you got it?

Hey, Matt.

Hey, close the door, will ya?

There's a draft. You want to freeze the kid?

What's up, Gus?

Hey, Matt, you're here, man. This is great.

Of course I’m here.

I just hope you're not wasting my time.

You kidding? I give him 2 rounds.

6 years, Matt.

You know, you said it would take 10 before I won the belt.

Johnny, you haven't won yet.

I won't let you down.

I know.

Hey, hey, do you mind? We got a fight to get ready for.

Sorry, Gus.

Now you just watch his right heel kick, all right?

All right. Thanks. Good luck.

Mike.

Johnny: hey, Matt?

Sorry about David Sloan.

Yeah, me, too.

He was a good guy.

Hey, you keep your hands up, all right?

This one's for David!

[Bell rings]

[both grunting]

[crowd cheering]

keep your hands up!

Stay strong, stay strong!

Hands up... Matty, glad you could make it.

Hello, Max.

I wish it was you in there.

Boy, you brought in the bucks.

Don't get me wrong.

I think what you're doing is very noble,

sharing your impeccable skills with your students.

It's new blood.

But, damn it, you could have made a lot of bread.

There's no money in kickboxing, Max,

at least not for the fighters.

Hey, your kid gonna win?

And does it really matter?

You make money either way.

As long as it's bloody.

Good-bye, Max.

[Groaning]

come on, Johnny. Get up.

Referee: 3.

4.

5.

[No audio]

6.

7.

8.

9.

Aah! Yeah!

Go, Johnny! There you go!

[Crowd cheering]

Matt: there you go! Yes!

Strong, Johnny! There you go!

Yaah!

He's out, he's out.

[Ringing]

Johnny Styles.

Johnny: whew! All right.

Good job, man. Good job.

Oh, man, you had me scared in the first round.

Johnny: I wasn't worried at all.

I'm telling you, I wasn't worried.

See the fear in his eyes? Matt: oh, yeah, I did.

Man: Johnny Styles.

I have something of the utmost importance for you.

It's an invitation to join

the Negaal Kickboxing Federation

and a first-class ticket

to Johannesburg, South Africa to meet with Mr. Negaal.

Negaal Kickboxing Federation?

Never heard of it.

It's new.

But everybody's joining it.

Wow, Matt. Africa.

Let me see that.

Mr. Negaal formed the organization

to bring order out of chaos.

One organization,

one set of rules, one leader.

Every fighter must join.

"Federation rules: wins by non signatory fighters

"will be regarded as universally unofficial

and therefore void from record."

What does it mean?

Matt: it means if you don't join,

your win tonight doesn't count.

What, can they do that?

No. Don't worry about it.

Matt: it's toilet paper.

We'd like to have a meeting with you

later on tonight, Johnny,

at the penthouse in the Mid Wilshire Hotel...

[chuckling] to discuss your meeting with Mr. Negaal.

Well, it doesn't cost anything to check it out, right?

I suppose not.

Ok, cool.

I'll see you tonight then.

Good.

Oh, Johnny, this is serious.

Yeah.

[Mimicking] yeah.

Protect this car with your life.

Yes, sir.

Nice car.

Thanks.

[Elevator bell dings] Johnny: how lovely.

Hi. [Women giggling]

[knock knock knock]

Matt, could I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure, Chalky. Come on in. Are you hungry?

Nah.

You know those guys that you said were talking to Johnny?

This, uh, Negaal something or other?

Yeah? Well, word is,

those guys also had a talk to David Sloan about joining up.

Oh, you know David, he's not one to put up with anybody's shit.

Well, this was just 2 days

before they found him dead.

[Sighs] Johnny.

Hey, Matt!

[Sighs]

Johnny: if I sign this, I give Negaal control over everything...

commercials, public appearances, endorsements.

I'd need his permission to go to the bathroom.

11 international champions have already joined

the Negaal Kickboxing Federation, Johnny.

They can do what they want, but like my

trainer Matt says, this is toilet paper.

Well, then...

if you'll excuse me, Mr. Styles.

Gentlemen, I’ll leave you to it.

Mr. Styles, Mr. Negaal makes an offer

once and only once.

This opportunity won't be repeated.

Yeah, well, no one's gonna make me sign

a piece of paper to keep my belt.

I won it with these, and that's the way I plan to keep it.

And that's your final answer?

Yeah, 'fraid so.

Our apologies if we offended you, Mr. Styles.

Maybe some other time, huh, perhaps?

Johnny: whoa!

[Motorcycle approaching]

what the... Reeves.

Man.

Johnny!

Whoa! [Crunch]

Reeves.

Come on, come on.

Go.

Come on, my boy. I've got something for you.

Come on.

[Whimpering]

aah!

Jeez.

Pinto.

Ohh... man: Bull! Get in the car!

Now! Let's get out of here!

Driver: what about him? Just drive!

Johnny?

What happened, man?

You were right. You were right.

It was toilet paper.

Get 'em, Matt.

Promise.

Promise you'll stop them.

Johnny?

Bull: we've got to get to a hospital!

Driver: I ain't driving around with this guy all over my roof.

Shut up, both of you!

Hey! This thing doesn't work! Yeah?

Try talking to the guy with the antenna up his ass.

Oh, Bull, you've really screwed up big-league this time.

Ok. Pull over!

We've got to get Pinto to a hospital.

Shut up.

Hello? Long-distance. Yeah. Get me Johannesburg.

He fell on my car. Yeah, South Africa!

Double-1, double-8-0,2, triple 6.

All right, gentlemen, if that concludes the day's reports.

There is one small problem.

This Kickboxing Federation of yours is meeting resistance.

All resistance is being taken care of.

By killing them?

You don't approve of my methods, jack?

We're making a fortune with gambling, drugs, and prostitution.

Why screw it up with the Kickboxing Federation?

Man: it's Los Angeles, sir. Tell them to hold.

Negaal: I’m busy.

Jack: we can take all that cash and put it.

Into parking corporations in the states.

Do you realize how much money we could launder?

With that in mind, kickboxing just doesn't make sense.

Doesn't make sense?

The world kickboxing council accused me

of unsportsmanlike conduct

when I killed a dutch champion in the ring.

And just so you know it, jack, it was a legitimate strike.

Hmm.

I formed the Negaal Kickboxing Federation

to protect the art and the sport against small minds,

and now you have a problem with this?

What doesn't make sense? No, I... I was just...

I’m gonna break the world kickboxing council.

You got that?

Jack: Mr. Negaal, I’m only trying to serve your interests.

Arguing with me doesn't serve my interests, jack.

[Breathlessly] gentlemen...

please excuse me. I... have an important call.

[Phone beeps] yes, what is it?

Gentlemen, shall we?

Johnny Styles... has met an unfortunate end.

What? Matt Reeves?

[Scoffs]

a job well done, Moon. Idiot.

We'll take care of it from here.

Get back immediately.

Moon: Bull?

We've been called back to Jo-burg.

Negaal, voice-over: we have a situation on our hands.

I want Matt Reeves eliminated.

You can't touch him. Everyone knows him.

He was undefeated in his weight class.

I don't care who he is.

He's a witness. I want him eliminated.

You have a problem with that, jack?

I didn't think so.

You know, boss,

we have the perfect guy for the job in Los Angeles.

Isn't he in jail?

We can get him out. We have a judge on the payroll.

I though this confinement

to maximum security suited you.

Yeah, I was a handsome man before he did this to me...

but I wouldn't mind seeing him again.

He made a fool of you the last time you fought. Yeah.

Negaal: you're lucky to be alive.

Man: ha ha ha! Yeah!

Hey, let's go check him out.

There's a gang war coming down.

You're either with us or against us.

Doing my own time my way.

Don't want any trouble.

Man, maybe trouble wants you.

I don't fight anymore.

What's the matter, Croft? You lost your balls?

Yeah, so go find someone else.

Who says we're giving you a choice in this, man?

Aah!

I told you I don't fight.

But when a dog bites...

[speaking Afrikaans]

that's Afrikaans for "rest in peace."

Man: Croft!

[High-pitched whistle]

let him go.

Warden wants to see you.

Just sign there.

What's this?

It was with your things.

You're talking about organized crime based overseas.

These murders aren't just impossible to prove,

they're impossible to do anything about

without getting Interpol involved.

For that, you need evidence, and all

you've got, kid, is speculation.

Mr. Reeves.

I'm sorry about your friends.

Thanks.

[Exclaims]

[panting]

all right.

Matt: Chalky?

[Yelling]

I’ve been sent to kill you.

Well, here I am.

If I were gonna kill you,

you'd already be dead.

And when he finds out I didn't,

he'll send someone else.

And he'll keep on sending people until you are dead.

You came here to tell me that? Who are you?

Your emotions have taken over.

You're vulnerable. He likes that.

Who killed my friends?

You know who killed them.

Negaal.

Well, where are you going?

I'm going home.

[Door opens]

you sure you want to do this, kid?

I mean, those sons of bitches are the real thing.

Just like in the old days.

They're killers, Matt.

Chalky...

they were my friends.

[Zipper zipping]

I’m going.

Matt... you come home alive, kid.

I will.

[Door opens, closes]

woman, over P.A. system: good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome aboard flight 297, offering nonstop service to Johannesburg.

The captain has turned on the seat belt sign,

so if you could please take your seats,

we can prepare for takeoff. Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'd like to change my seat.

I'm terribly sorry, sir. The flight is full,

but if you'll take your seat, I’ll see what I can do after takeoff.

So why you?

I was convenient.

Just out of curiosity,

what's the going rate to bump me off?

Plane ticket?

You were gonna waste me for a lousy plane ride?

It's first-class.

Well, now that you've disobeyed orders, what's gonna happen to you?

And why go back to Johannesburg?

South Africa is my home.

Nobody's gonna keep me away.

Oh, I see.

And you're gonna slip right back into Negaal's backyard

and live a nice, quiet life, right?

I'd worry about your own ass if I were you.

Why? He doesn't even know I’m coming.

Well, Moon, at least you got the belt.

Negaal: I want you to pick up Croft from the airport.

Of course, sir.

And, Moon?

Don't break the other leg.

Too much lime.

Sorry, sir.

It's time for you to get lost.

Excuse me?

[Banging on door]

[woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.]

you're looking well.

Why the welcoming party?

I wanted to welcome you personally.

Mr. Negaal will, of course,

be expecting a full report.

Well, you'd better start thinking about what you're gonna tell him.

Unh!

Get him!

Watch it!

Paul: excuse me!

Coming through! Coming through!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey!

[People murmuring]

which way did they go?

That way.

Sorry, sir. Sorry.

Back. Stay back.

Aargh!

[Grunting]

ooh!

Hey!

Aah!

You again!

Hello.

[Both grunting]

Reeves!

Aah!

Aah!

You can't take all 3 of us...

at the same time.

[Shouting]

come on. Get up, Croft.

Let's go.

Let's get them.

Ohh!

Now they know I’m here.

And alive.

Paul: how do you think you're gonna find Negaal?

I've got his letter to my friend Johnny.

There's an address in downtown Johannesburg I’m gonna check out.

You're looking for a way to get yourself killed.

I'm looking for a way to live.

Yeah? Well, then, I guess this is where we part company.

I guess so.

Thanks for your help back at the airport.

Thanks for not killing me.

Good luck.

You, too. See you around.

Negaal: good help is so difficult to find these days.

This guy Reeves is different.

He's far more dangerous than the others.

Tito, what does that sound like to you?

It sounds like an excuse.

Matt Reeves has made a fool of you yet again, Moon.

And, Bollen, Croft was your idea.

Now he's betrayed me,

and now we have two problems.

Man: excuse me, sir.

There is a Mr. Rochambeau to see you.

Ah, yes. The french champion.

I'll just be a moment.

Sir.

The undefeated Matt Reeves in South Africa.

I wonder.

Put out the word.

Have him found. Have him killed.

Mr. Bollen. Mr. Moon.

How do I feel about excuses?

You hate them, boss.

And how do I deal with them?

Try him?

Severely?

No!

I deal with them lethally.

Now, don't fail me again.

Mr. Rochambeau.

You are Negaal?

I am.

I have heard so much about you.

All good, I hope.

Unfortunately, no.

An honest man. I like that.

As long as you've come to sign with my Federation.

I have heard of the, uh,

misfortune of those who refuse.

You haven't answered my question.

I would be honored if your Federation

would endorse my title and represent me.

No, it would be my honor.

Take care of our guest.

See that he has everything he needs

till his return to Paris.

I'll have a contract brought to you.

That makes 15 champions.

You see, Tito,

they're all falling into line like sheep.

There you go.

Thanks.

Enjoy your stay in Johannesburg, Mr. Reeves.

Thank you. You're welcome.

[Drumming]

[rooster crows]

[bell ringing]

[man speaking foreign language]

[bell rings]

woman: and a thousand. And nobody's fool in the fifth.

I've got to go now. Bye.

Good morning, sir. May I help you?

Morning. How you doing?

Aha. An American.

West coast. Am I right?

You're very good.

I'm fantastic with accent.

Yes, you are.

I'm a little confused.

I thought this was where to find the Negaal Kickboxing Federation.

Do I have the right address?

May I see that? Sure.

What is it that you need?

I have some business with Mr. Negaal.

Oh, well, maybe I can help you.

[Chuckle]

all right.

Where can I find Mr. Negaal?

Oh. Well, I’m afraid Mr. Negaal has just found you.

Heh!

And your plan is to take me to him, right?

Yeah. I got a car waiting for us outside.

No thanks.

I think I’ll find my own ride.

Oh, really?

Ooh!

Get him!

Outside!

He took off out the back. Find him.

And when you do, hurt him!

[Grunting]

now I’ve got you.

[Shouting indistinctly]

damn it!

Unh!

Aah!

Yah!

[Crunch]

[crunch]

[groaning]

ohh!

I thought you were on your way home.

So I took the scenic route.

Bollen: stand your ground, you pathetic wimps!

There's only two of them!

Bollen!

Croft.

Unh!

Get them! Kill them!

[Grunting]

aah!

Unh!

Unh!

[Shouting]

[grunting]

I can't... hey!

Hey! Help me!

Help me!

Ohh.

[Siren]

freeze!

Hands on the car. Get your hands on the car.

Spread your feet.

Come on, now!

Are these the men?

Yes, sir. They beat me up, and they robbed me.

Oh, he's lying.

He and his goons attacked me and my friend.

Are these the same men who robbed your shop?

Don't be afraid to tell the truth.

You shut up.

Well, not exactly.

Not exactly?

That's not what you told us.

There was a big fight, you see,

and there was a lot of damage in my shop, and...

are these the men who started the trouble or not?

Yes.

What? Wait a second.

Come, let's go.

Take them in.

I don't believe this.

Thanks, sir.

You have a good day, now, huh?

You did well.

[Siren]

so what happens to us?

Are there charges?

A telephone call, maybe?

After your transfer.

Transfer?

Hey! What transfer?

This jail is full.

Tomorrow morning, the most serious offenders

will be taken to a mobile prison.

Prison?

And what do you mean, "serious offenders"?

I can't learn to mind my own business.

Hey, we didn't do anything, all right?

We were just defending ourselves.

I just spent 3 years behind bars. I don't need this.

Don't worry. We'll get out.

Ohh.

We just need a chance to tell our side of the story.

I should have taken the deal and murdered you

when I had the chance.

Thank you, Croft. That's very nice of you.

Gentlemen, please.

In a small space like this,

we have no choice but to get along.

I'm Joseph Mabuza.

So what are you in for, Joseph?

A small misunderstanding with a customs inspector.

A few pounds of baby powder I purchased

turned out to be, well, not exactly baby powder.

An innocent mistake but one with drastic consequences.

Joseph.

Here's that copy of "the hard times" that you wanted.

Thanks, Peter.

I knew I could count on you.

Enjoy your book.

Bonded Irish whiskey.

Mmm.

Nothing like it.

Can I offer you gentlemen a drink?

No thanks.

We're sitting ducks in here.

We've got to find a way out.

Anything can be arranged.

For a Price.

Then how do you plan to pay for the special service?

We'll owe you.

Hey.

Don't insult my intelligence.

Mabuza...

you ever hear of a man named Negaal?

Who in South Africa hasn't?

He's a butcher, a madman.

His charm and intelligence make him more dangerous than a cobra.

Yeah, well...

he wants to kill us.

Well, you're practically dead already.

Negaal knows we're here.

We'll be lucky if we live until morning.

And since you are in this cell with us...

ohh.

I see.

I guess I’d better make the arrangements.

And I need to contact somebody on the outside.

Joseph: peter.

You don't like the book?

Message service, please.

This must be delivered immediately.

There's an extra charge for express services.

Fine. Just do it.

[Grunting]

[whispering] are Reeves and Croft dead?

Not exactly.

Not exactly? What does that mean?

Well, I have some good news.

They're as good as dead.

Nothing's as good as dead.

What are we gonna tell him?

Nothing.

They're in jail.

I've got someone on the inside.

[Man whistling]

I know that whistle.

It's Busi.

That means there's gonna bra cocktail party.

Paul: it's one of Negaal's men.

Hi, Joseph. Still awake? You can't sleep?

It's a hot night.

Oh, well.

It's gonna get hotter.

[Screaming]

[inmates shouting]

hey, shut up. Shut up.

I said, shut up.

A waste of wonderful whiskey,

but it was worth it.

At least you're safe from Mr. Negaal.

Yeah, for a couple hours.

[Footsteps]

wake him up.

Croft.

Well, Joseph, I hope we didn't cause you too much trouble.

I have enemies in the mobile prison.

My transfer there would have been,

shall we say, hazardous to my health.

Thanks, Joseph.

Sure. I wouldn't stay here too long if I were you, gentlemen.

Good luck, and godspeed.

[Siren]

[barking]

[men yelling]

come on! Let's get them!

Come on! We've got them!

[Shouting continues]

this way.

Look there!

There she is.

Come on.

[Revs engine]

go, go, go, go, go, go! Go!

Hi, Paul. Heh!

It's been a while.

So who's your friend?

Just drive.

[Gunshot]

beautiful animal.

[Ejects shell]

gentlemen?

It wasn't our fault this time.

Stupid prison guard screwed up.

I assigned all 3 of you to Croft and Reeves,

and now they're running around the country like they own it!

We'll get them next time, Mr. Negaal, sir.

I'll stake my life on it.

Do you have nothing more valuable, Moon?

Mr. Bull told me how you mishandled the situation

at the airport.

But Croft was Bollen's idea!

Don't blame me.

You should have killed Reeves in the first place!

Someone has to pay for these absurd mistakes.

Boss.

Jeez.

But it was Moon who messed up.

I need Moon.

Bull was just muscle.

Think about that, Mr. Bollen.

Get this useless sack out of here.

[Snort]

you want to tell me where we're headed?

Home.

Why? What's there?

Safety.

Pull over!

Please.

Haven't you figured it out yet?

I don't want safety.

I want Negaal.

So do you, Croft.

You want Negaal as bad as I do,

but you're afraid of him,

of getting involved.

You think he's just gonna forget about you?

You screwed him over.

He'll hunt you down, and after he's killed you and your family,

he'll find someone else to murder.

We have to stop him.

If we don't and another person dies,

it's our fault.

What is going on?

Who is this guy?

God damn pain in the ass, that's who he is.

Matt, wait! Wait!

Do you even know where you are?

You're in a foreign country.

You got no money. We got the police after us with dogs.

You're in the middle of a god damn spinach patch.

You think you're gonna find Negaal out here?

All right. I'll help you,

but you don't know Negaal. I do.

Let's go back to my home

and get ourselves together.

Then we'll come up with a plan.

All right. All right.

Angie, this is Matt Reeves.

He'll be staying with us for a couple of days.

Hi, Angie. Hi.

Are you Negaal?

I understand you don't approve of my title.

The Federation doesn't recognize you

until you recognize the Federation.

Well, I hardly think you have anything to say in the matter.

Well, perhaps you'd like to prove how good you are.

How good I am?

Against whom?

Oh, I don't know.

Me.

You? Ha ha ha!

Heh heh heh.

Well, perhaps it might provide a minute or two of amusement

and teach you some respect

for your superiors.

Well, it's a lovely day out there.

Perhaps you'd like to give me this lesson on the lawn?

On the lawn? Ha!

Ja. Gut. On the lawn.

Ohh!

Ha ha ha! Huh?

You want to fight? Huh?

Ha ha ha! Huh?

You want some more?

Unh! Ohh!

I concede. You're a great fighter.

I acknowledge your superiority.

The opportunity for that was earlier.

A challenge to me is a challenge to the death.

What? Are you insane?

Come.

Come.

Come!

You are joking.

Haah!

I represent the new, higher standard of world kickboxing.

You represent the old.

Bollen: hey, gents. You must watch this.

The tiger claw.

It's good, it's good.

He'll crush his throat.

Ohh!

Good fight, boss. Good fight!

Not too much lime this time, sir?

Better.

Gentlemen, good afternoon.

I'm going for a swim.

And, uh, please don't forget,

my place tomorrow night.

We're celebrating the formation

of our new empire,

the Negaal Federation.

Champagne, gambling, entertainment.

It's all on me.

Well, gentlemen. Ahem.

So much for art in the park.

Who knows what dinner will bring?

Shall we?

Ahem.

So how long have you two been together?

Since birth.

He's my brother.

You know, I really thought that you two were...

look. I'm gonna ask you one last time.

What is going on?

And this time, I want an answer.

Do you know of a man named Negaal?

I know he's the reason Paul hasn't been home for the past 5 years.

Well, he murdered two of my friends,

and the police can't touch him.

And just what are you gonna do about it?

Stop him...

and carry out a promise I made to a friend.

And you're going with him?

I have to.

Dad would beery proud of you, Paul.

Look. I'm sorry, Matt,

but I love my brother,

and I’m grateful he's home,

but I can't let you pull him back into that world.

Angie, I’m not pulling him back.

It's his decision.

Our father died while his only son was in prison.

You know, maybe you need to have some faith.

Your brother is a good man.

Angie: you know you can't go up against Negaal and Bollen.

Bollen hates you for what you did to him.

They'll kill you if you get in their way.

Please, Paul, just leave them alone.

I'm already in their way, Angie.

Negaal's put the word out

to have Matt and me killed.

Paul, no.

This isn't just gonna go away.

For all the terrible things I’ve done in my life,

now's the chance for me to redeem myself.

I've got to help him.

By going after Negaal?

Yes.

[Sheep bleating]

good morning.

Morning.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

Angie, he will be back.

I know he'll be back.

I'm going with you.

Hyah!

Moon has secured the area,

and there's Tito with the investors.

This is a very important evening, Bollen.

There are a lot of influential people here.

Don't worry, sir. Everything's been arranged.

You better be right.

Ha ha ha! Tito.

Welcome, gentlemen.welcome.

A couple of pictures.

Yes, sir, Mr. Negaal.

One for each of my guests.

Gentlemen, shall we?

Bollen: gonna have some fun tonight.

Let's go around the back.

All right.

Angie, I’m sorry. You're gonna have to wait outside.

Paul, you said that I could...

we need you out herewith the engine running.

If we're not back in half an hour, go home.

Matt, wait...

Angie, we'll be all right.

Yeah, right.

Gentlemen, a game of roulette.

Some chips for my guests.

Eagle eyes, Buttie.

Oh.

Hi. Hi.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

How can we help you?

Ah, yes. We're here for the party.

This is a private event.

Engraved invitations only.

Don't worry. Mr. Negaal will be pleasantly surprised.

He's been looking all over town for us.

Thanks.

No invitation, no admission.

Besides, you're violating the dress code.

You have to wear a tux.

Oh. Oh.

Dress code. Dress code.

Beautiful animal.

Yeah.

Hey, Sammy, George.

[Speaking native language]

Munjani.

[Speaks native language]

is that him?

The one and only.

And there's your old friend Bollen.

I don't know about you,

but I think I'll try my luck.

Excuse me.

May I use this?

Yes, sir. Money plays.

Reeves is here.

What?

Negaal is gonna kill me.

I'll get the others.

Dealer: and zero wins.

Matt: oh, that's ok. Let it ride.

Yes, sir.

Betting again, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Hey, Bollen.

Oh, Croft.

I've been waiting a long time for this, Buttie.

Your head looks good.

Thought I ripped that ear off.

You know, somebody threw it back into the ring

after you left.

I spent 3 years in prison

because of you, Bollen.

You set me up!

Yeah? Well, you would have been helpful to the organization

had you killed Reeves.

Now you're both dead.

Ain't not exactly hurting yet.

What a shame, huh?

How's the pain, Buttie?

Dealer: the gentleman wins again.

Congratulations.

Thank you. Well done.

Beginner's luck.

Can I, um, buy you a drink?

I'd love one, but it might not be such a good idea.

Why don't you let me worry about that?

Excuse me.

Who is this guy?

Good evening.

Why don't you pick a number,

your favorite number?

35. All right.

What about... all of it on 35?

Negaal: just who the hell are you?

Just another dude from the valley.

Of course. You must be Matt Reeves.

You're not what I expected.

You're just a kid.

Well, you're exactly what I expected,

a butt face.

Paul: you're a dead man, Bollen.

Get up!

Please don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

Please don't.

Matt: ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

I would just like to take this moment

to congratulate Mr. Negaal

and his newly founded Negaal Kickboxing Federation.

[Applause]

the Federation was formed because Mr. Negaal,

a former kickboxer himself,

was kicked out and banned from competition

for using an illegal move and killing his opponent.

He now has his own organization...

we need to get him out of here, Tito.

Should they refuse, well, he kills them, too.

Two of my friends are dead because of this man.

At least they fought and died with dignity,

which is more than most men do.

You're a gangster, a murderer, and a psychopath.

Anyone who's willing to be seen with you is dirt.

What you lack in intelligence

you make up for in passion.

I like that.

Unfortunately, your friend Johnny suffered the same dilemma.

To the house, Tito.

I don't wish to be part of this undignified brawl.

If he's worthy of me, he'll come.

Hyah!

Again with spirit.

Hyah!

[Crack]

aah!

Get him in close. Come on.

Croft!

I'm going after Negaal.

Call the cops.

I think it's time we found ourselves another job, huh?

Yeah.

Well, that party was a glittering success.

You can wave your empire good-bye.

Oh, really?

And why is that, Tito.

Those international businessmen who were going to fund

our worldwide expansion

find your enthusiasm for martial arts

a little... well, how shall I put it... dangerous.

I don't need them.

Do you think famous champions

can disappear off the face of the earth

and nobody will bloody notice?

It happens all the time.

Missing persons.

Oh, right.

Except they either got on a plane for South Africa

to join the Negaal Kickboxing Federation

or they received your letter

on your letterhead inviting them to.

Enough!

We can discuss this some other time, Tito.

Right now, I’m expecting someone.

[Footsteps]

Tito: oh, yes.

Someone worthy.

You killed my friends.

You're right. I did.

What do you think?

My collection of championship belts.

Isn't that something?

You're never gonna kill or hurt anyone again.

Dying to fight, are we?

Our time, Mr. Reeves, has come!

Aah!

[Gasping]

[coughing]

no, Reeves.

Not the belts.

They're mine.

I earned them.

Never have them.

You can't have them.

My... my...

[clattering]

Angie: the police are on their way.

Let's wait outside.