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- Hi there.
- Hello.

Espresso.

We've just got
the regular type of coffee here.

Uh, two, please.

Ugh.

Okay.

Bonjour.

You have completed
lesson 25. Well done.

At this point, you should have
a firm grasp of the French language.

Let's continue.

I wish I would have
been able to see that.

Grant is
without a doubt

the worst boss
on the face of the Earth.

One of these days, I'm going to
punch him in the goddamn throat.

I can promise you that.

- Are you talking about Grant?
- We are.

I was thinking we should pull
an office prank on Grant, you know.

Put, like, an air horn
under his chair,

so when he sits down,
it makes a really loud noise.

Or set fire to his house.
Something along those lines.

I think Maggie
gave birth recently.

Grant's wife, Maggie.
Actually, I... I know she did.

I went to the cookout
at his house last weekend

and they were there with their new baby,
along with their two other children.

It was actually a really nice cookout.
Quality meats and sides.

There was even a raffle for a gift card
to that new restaurant in town.

Most of the office was there.
Some of them even wore their swimsuits.

So, maybe burning down
the house isn't the best...

But, yeah...
Yeah, sometimes...

Sometimes here at the office,
Grant will give me an assignment,

such as auditing an expense report,
and even though it's part of my job,

reports and auditing,
it can be frustrating.

What's that magazine
you're reading?

- What department are you in?
- Accounting.

So you're the one who audits
our expense reports?

Yeah.

Get the fuck
out of here.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know we were out.

Do you have a gun?

What?

No, no, no, no.
Please don't.

Oh, here, here.
You can take my wallet.

There's $10 plus a gift card
to the new restaurant in town.

Why are you doing this?

There was yet
another mugging last night,

this one putting
a 35-year old dog owner

in critical condition.

The motorcycle-riding
assailants are still at large.

Daddy,
there's a doggy in here.

In an official statement,
police are urging residents

to stay indoors after dark,

adding that if you must go outside,
you should carry a weapon,

such as a gun
or a large knife.

You have
only one unheard message.

Hey, Casey. Uh, this is Grant.
Your boss. From work.

Just calling to check in on you,
see how you're doing.

I just want you to know,
you can take all the time you need.

We can keep you on paid leave
for another week

and then it'll just start counting
towards your vacation time.

Uh, but you've got so much of that
built up, so I wouldn't be concerned.

Hey, um, maybe you could take that trip
to France you're always talking about.

I hear the people there are lovely
and the food is supposed to be...

No one else
left you a message.

I'm sorry.
I can't go out there.

This isn't how it was
supposed to be.

I was supposed to win.
You didn't play by the rules.

There never were any rules.

Can I help you?

- I'm interested in buying a gun.
- Are you a hunter?

No. It would be
for self-defense.

I need something
that can fit into my hand.

Sounds like
you're after a handgun.

How about
something like this?

Yes. This is exactly
what I'm looking for.

I can hold it in my hand
quite easily.

I'll run the background check
and file the necessary paperwork.

Yeah. Is there some sort of
box you can put this in, or a bag?

Sorry. There's a waiting period before
you can legally purchase this gun.

- Oh.
- It's so a person who is upset with another person

can't come in here and buy a gun
to shoot that person with.

Instead, they have to wait a little
while before they can do that.

- Do you have any children?
- No, I don't. Just a dog.

Good. If you did
have children,

I would warn you that the risk of
accidental death increases drastically

with a gun in the home,
but since you don't have any children,

that statistic
is irrelevant to you.

You did mention self-defense though.
Be cautious.

In a violent altercation, an armed victim is
much more likely to be shot and killed

than an unarmed victim.

Suicide is more common
with gun owners too.

You're really gonna
love owning a gun.

I'm sure you're right.

Karate is a language.

It's a way of communicating.

When you were a child,

you trained your vocal chords
to manipulate air to make words.

And then you learned
how to combine those words together

so that they would
form sentences.

And those sentences expressed thoughts,
wants, needs...

Every conversation that you had
was honing your skills.

And now,
after all these years,

you are black belts
in speech.

So, at this point
in your karate training,

you are learning how to form words
with your fists and with your feet.

You're gonna get to the point
where you don't even have to think about it.

Ask me a question.

What... What are your
plans for the weekend?

I'm going to do some grocery shopping
and rent a film.

Perhaps a comedy to watch

in the comfort of my own

home.

Did that
answer your question?

That's it for today.
Bow to me.

Bow to Grand Master.

I hope it's...

I hope it's all right
that I watched.

The hardest part of your karate journey is
walking through that door

for the first time.
That's where most people fail.

- What was your name?
- Casey. Casey.

My name is Sensei.

Can anyone take classes?

The first lesson is free, so why don't you
come in tomorrow and give it a shot?

I'll try.

Higher, Manny.
You must attain the proper angle.

Remember, you're punching
his nose up into his brain.

The key word is "up."

Okay, class, line up.

We're gonna work
on a rear naked strangle.

With karate, our goal is always
to end a fight with strikes.

Snapping an opponent's arm with a karate chop,
that would be one way.

Or shattering their jaw
with a perfectly placed

spinning wheel kick
would be another.

But realistically,
when engaged in combat,

it is not a matter of if a fight
will end up on the ground.

It's a matter of when.

Manny.

This is called
"taking the back."

I am in
the dominant position.

He is a mouse.
I am a python.

I slide my arm around his neck,
my elbow under his chin.

Like a python, I slowly begin to
squeeze my mouse.

My arm cuts off the carotid arteries
on either side of his neck,

starving the brain of oxygenated blood.

Students, what is
rule number eight?

Tap or take a nap.

Tap or take a nap.

Okay, let's give
this technique a try.

Bow to me.

Bow to Grand Master.

Hi there.

You're an excellent teacher.

Usually, it's the mothers
that bring the children, not the fathers.

Which one's yours?

Oh, I'm not a parent.

I'm actually a new student.
I'm taking my first class today.

- You're a new white belt?
- Is that the first belt color?

White is before color.
You haven't earned color yet.

That makes sense, actually.

I think I need to borrow
a uniform for class.

I was going to ask Sensei
but I didn't see him...

And you're lucky
he doesn't see you.

You're lucky he doesn't
see some white belt

disrespecting his dojo
and everything he's built.

What is the first rule?

The board is behind you.
What's rule number one?

Oh.

No shoes on the mat.

Take off your
fucking shoes, white belt.

You need a gi and you need a belt.
Is that what you're asking?

Yes.

- But say I'm at an ATM...
- Mmm.

...and as my back is turned,
a man grabs my throat from behind.

- Okay. May I?
- Of course.

In this instance,

the first thing you always have to do
is alleviate the pressure on your neck.

Mmm-hmm.

Your center of gravity
needs to be lower than mine,

so drop your hips.

- Like this?
- Exactly.

Now you can lift me
off my feet with ease.

Good.

See, even though I have your back,
you are now in the dominant position.

I have no control
and I can easily be thrown.

- This is very effective.
- Yes, it is.

- What if they're resisting more?
- Show me.

I see what you mean.
I would probably, uh...

I'd probably do
something like that.

There's a lot of testosterone
in this dojo.

That's a hormone
men produce.

Women produce it too
but men produce much more.

Is this your first class?

- It is.
- Here, let me help with that.

You gotta start from the front,
not the back.

Mmm.

I notice
that your belt is blue.

It is. Um, I feel a connection
to the color blue.

- It suits me.
- Is blue a high rank?

Blue is one of
the middle colors.

The order is white, yellow, green,
blue, purple, brown, black.

Some schools use different colors
or change the order of the colors,

but our academy does it this way
and it's definitely the best way.

- And what do the strips of tape mean?
- They're called "stripes."

Stripes.

Stripes signify advancements
and achievements.

What does
the red stripe mean?

It means the person has killed
another person in combat.

I'm joking.
It's for instructors.

Anna, the brown belt,
has a red stripe

and she teaches
the children's class.

The only two people here
with red stripes are her and Sensei.

And what about
the black stripe?

Sensei only gives those to select students.
Green belt and up.

Today's your first day though.
I wouldn't worry about stripes.

It is wise to respect the past
but foolish to ignore innovation.

Grand Master understood this.

He would say,

"The only moves worth learning
are the ones that work."

Just 'cause I'm a karateka
doesn't mean that I wouldn't teach

a bow and arrow choke
from Brazilian jiujitsu,

or an inside heel hook
from Russian sambo.

I would teach a reverse wrist splicer
from Mongolian judo if it worked

and if it wasn't something
I just made up.

Rule number 10.

If it works, use it.

Which brings me
to today's lesson.

To kick with your fists,

and punch with your feet.

- I'm Kennith. What's your name?
- Casey.

I'm glad
you chose karate, Casey.

It's an excellent martial art
and will likely change your life.

- Would you like to go first?
- Maybe you should go first.

Okay.

- Not in the day class.
- Sorry, Sensei.

I forgot where I was.
It was an accident.

You all right?

I'm really glad
you're here.

That punch
got away from me.

I apologize.
Would you like to try?

Okay, uh, that was
a good first try.

That felt a little more like
a kick than a punch though.

It felt like
a kick to me too.

Your whole life, you've known
that a foot can only kick.

You've known
that a foot cannot punch.

Forget everything
that you know.

Much better.
That felt like a punch.

A very weak punch,

but the most important thing is that
you're learning to punch with your foot.

Let me show you again.

Don't think of it as me punching
your body with my foot.

Think of it as you striking
my foot with your body.

That makes perfect sense.

Wow.

You have a wonderful
sense of balance.

I wanna sign up
for classes.

That's excellent news.

I'm gonna go ahead
and enter you into the system.

- Name? Casey...
- Davies.

That's a very
feminine-sounding name.

- Age?
- I turn 36 next month.

Do you know what that is in months?
The system does it in months.

Four hundred
and thirty-two minus one

is 431 months old.

Oh.

That sounds old
when you put it that way.

Why karate?

Um...

This question is
multiple-choice.

"A, health and fitness.
B, career opportunity.

"C, New Year's resolution.
D, self-defense/traumatic experience."

What if
it's none of the above?

- Should I read the choices again?
- No, that's okay.

A, health and fitness.

This is the equipment room.

- This room is off limits. You understand?
- Okay.

Wait here, please.

This is your belt.

Do not come to class without your belt.
It is yours. It is sacred.

There'll be a $15 charge
to replace a lost belt.

- Hello?
- Hi.

May I speak to
Ms. Casey Davies, please?

This is him.
I'm a man.

My mistake. I thought it was
a woman's name.

- Who is this?
- I'm calling about yourgun, the handgun.

Wait. I remember you now.
Yes, you are a man. Again, apologies.

That's all right.

It looks like your paperwork is gonna
go through without any complications.

Tomorrow morning, you will be able
to come in and purchase your gun.

- Are you still there?
- I don't need a gun anymore.

You're not having a child,
are you?

Because we sell child safety locks
that work reasonably well.

No. No child. I just...

I found something else.

Don't tell me you bought a knife.
Knives are good for self-defense too,

but nine times out of 10,
a person with a knife

who gets into a fight with a person
with a gun will lose.

I didn't buy a knife.

Well, the paperwork is valid
for the next six months.

In the meantime, I hope you don't
get attacked by anyone with a gun,

- or even a knife.
- Goodbye.

Good luck...

Next. Go.

Next. Go.

Go.

Horrible.

You do that in a fight
and your opponent would laugh at you.

Next. Casey.

Good.

Very good.

Hey, Casey. Uh, it's Grant,
your boss. From... From work.

So, it's been two months
since you've been in to the office.

How are you?

I've extended your leave five weeks past
what I'd originally planned,

and your paycheck last week, you know,
that actually came out of my own pocket,

but I consider you a friend.
Uh...

Look, I hate to be the bad guy here
but I'm going to need you to come in.

I can give you another day but you have
to come back to work after that.

Or... You know,
I'm going to have to let you go,

and I really don't want
to have to do that.

Look, if it were up to me, I'd give you
all the time you need, but my bosses...

The inbox is full.
Please clear your messages.

Who are all
these new people?

Today's the promotion
ceremony.

Everyone comes
to the promotion ceremony.

- Even students who take the night class.
- The night class?

Black stripes.

The color black represents
night. As in "night class."

I think I'll stick
with the day class.

Now that I think about it,
you're much more suited to the day class.

Me, on the other hand...

I'm getting
my stripe today.

Overheard Sensei
talking about it.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Thank you.

I have...
I have definitely earned it.

Today's a special day.

Not only is it a day
in which we recognize those of you

who have outgrown
your belt color,

it is also
an important anniversary.

Seven years ago today,

Grand Master was killed
in a tragic hiking accident

where he was shot
in the face with a gun.

He was mistaken for a bird
by a hunter carrying a shotgun.

Type of gun
that fires a cartridge

which scatters 10 to 20 pellets
at its target.

Unlike our karate,
which is clean and precise,

this gun was imprecise
and boorish.

Rule number 11.

Guns are for the weak.

That board isn't
just for children.

The rules apply
to all of us.

Grand Master is the only person ever
to wear the rainbow belt.

It's a belt color that he created
and awarded to himself.

It is the highest honor
in all of karate.

He achieved this rank
after he challenged and defeated

all three other grand masters in the state
in unarmed combat to the death.

He finished each fight
with his signature technique.

A technique
only he knew.

A technique he never
even taught me.

He punched through his opponents' heads
with his index finger.

He was the greatest man
who ever lived.

I do not award belts.

My students earn them.

And this first belt
goes to someone

who I see
a little of myself in.

He has devoted
himself to karate,

and he has more than earned the right
to wear the color yellow.

Casey.

The progression from
yellow belt to green belt

is one of great sacrifice
and introspection.

It is filled with immeasurable pain,
both internal and external.

Thank you all for coming
to support each other.

- We are all family here...
- Isn't there something else?

What was that?

I just wanted to make sure you weren't
forgetting something.

What would I
be forgetting, blue belt?

Uh, I heard there was going to be
another promotion tonight.

- You heard that?
- I did.

Something black.

Oh.

"Something black."

Actually, you're correct.

There is something black.

Well, I was saving it till the very end
for dramatic effect.

As I said before,
today is a special day.

Not only because it is
the unfortunate anniversary

of Grand Master being shot
and killed while on a hike

after being mistaken
for a bird by a hunter.

Today is the first time

that I get to promote one of
my students to black belt.

This student has been with us
from the very beginning.

They are unquestioning.

Their loyalty is unwavering.

But most importantly, they know
that despite this black belt,

they will always
be my student,

while I will always
be their teacher.

Thomas.

You're in my spot,
brown belt.

Black is higher than brown.
Please move over to your left.

This concludes
the ceremony.

As always, be sure to hold on
to your old belts

so that if someone questions
the legitimacy of your rank,

you can prove them wrong first
with tangible evidence,

and then in combat.

- Missionary.
- Ah, that is the best position.

I also like when I'm behind her
and she's on her hands and knees...

- Doggy style.
- Yes, doggy style.

That position
is also very nice.

All this stuff's yellow.

Paper, please.

Excuse me
Did you door-ding my car?

- I don't know.
- I think you did.

Then why
did you ask me?

Because I wanted to give you the
benefit of the doubt.

- Okay, then no.
- No what?

- I don't think I did.
- But you did though.

- I say I didn't.
- But it doesn't work that way.

You obviously did. I saw you.
You can't just tell me...

- Do you have a problem?
- The part where you slammed your door

into my car, I have a problem
with that. Yes.

- I know karate.
- What belt are you?

Yellow belt.

Your arms are holding
the grocery bag.

You'd have to drop the bag
in order to strike me.

In the time it would
take you to do that,

I would punch you
in the face as hard as I can.

So I'm gonna ask you again.
Do you have a problem?

You didn't slam
your door into my car,

- so I don't have a problem.
- No.

You? Karate?
Impossible.

No. Bad dog.

I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Are you sure this board
isn't meant for green belts?

Here, let me try.

Okay.

Here, try a white
belt board.

Your kicks and punches
lacked conviction today.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe you weren't ready
to be a yellow belt.

No. You're not supposed to do that.
You're supposed to stand up for yourself.

But you're right though. I wasn't able
to break a single board today.

And that stops you from
being a yellow belt how?

If a bear's forest catches on fire,
the bear is still a bear.

Even if a boat capsizes
in rough seas

and sinks
to the bottom of the ocean

with no survivors,

it is still a boat.

You will be a yellow belt
until you die,

or until you're a green belt.

And you'll be a green belt
until you're a blue belt.

And so on.

I wish I could
wear my belt all the time.

I feel less-than
without it.

Come with me.

I want you to tell me
why you're here.

I... I told you before.
It was my New Year's resolution.

I thought you said
it was health and fitness.

That's what I meant.

Why are you really here?

I was mugged.

At night.
A few months ago.

I was beaten, severely,
by several men.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of the dark.

I'm afraid of other men.

They intimidate me.

I wanna be
what intimidates me.

Well, you came to the right place.
You're learning karate.

You're a blade
and I'm sharpening you.

But there's a mental
component as well.

You mean, like,
believing in myself?

Yeah. That won't hurt.

I'm talking about
something a little different.

What's your favorite
style of music?

Adult contemporary.

No. Should be metal.

- Do you ever listen to metal?
- You mean, like hard rock?

Metal is much more
aggressive than hard rock.

- From now on, you'll listen to metal.
- Yeah.

It's the toughest music
there is.

What about hobbies?

Is there anything that you feel
particularly passionate about,

other than your new-found
passion for metal?

I enjoy France.

I mean, French things.
I haven't actually been to France,

but I'm learning the language
and I would like to visit there someday.

Mmm, that's not good.

Historically, the perception
of the French

is that they're weak and
that they surrender easily.

Hardly traits that
you want to embrace.

Russia, on the other hand,
is considered a tough country.

Also, Germany.
Germany is very strong and capable.

- My dog's breed is German.
- Excellent. German shepherd.

A dachshund, actually.

- Well, regardless, Germany it is.
- Okay.

You must start thinking this way.
Do you understand?

In every facet of life. What you eat.
How you interact with others.

What arouses you. Everything should be
as masculine as possible.

As you know,
I teach a night class.

This is your invitation.

I've never opened this class up
to yellow belts before

but I'm gonna make
an exception for you.

- What time is the class?
- It's at night. It's a night class.

I don't think I can.

I won't make you do anything,
but like the color of the belt,

you've earned this stripe.

This invitation,
it will be yours forever.

Just because you ignore it
doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Come here.

Not only does this class offer you more
of what I believe you're looking for

but I guarantee you it will help you
become what you fear.

Casey, stop being afraid.

The usual? Chocolate croissant
and an orange juice?

No. I've got a new usual.
Coffee. Hot. Black. With nothing to eat.

- That's mine.
- It's mine now. I take what I want.

I only care about myself.

Hey there, Casey.

- Listening to music?
- I'm learning German.

German? That's very
international of you.

You may want to start
on those reports though.

That pile is getting awfully high
and I don't want you to feel obligated

to come in to the office
over the weekend.

Hey, um, Maggie asked me if you wanted
to come over for dinner.

What do you say?

Stop trying to be my friend.

Bosses cannot be friends.
It doesn't work that way.

Instead of coming over
to your house for dinner

with you and your wife
this weekend,

I think I'll stay home and masturbate
to the thought of your wife

wearing her bathing suit
at the barbecue.

- We should do push-ups.
- Hey. Shut up. Stop talking.

- What did you say?
- You talk too much. I don't talk, I act.

I punched him in the goddamn throat.
It felt amazing.

- Who?
- Our boss, Grant.

Do you want to join us?

But there's just
the three chairs.

I'll sit in your chair.

Ah.

We should do push-ups.

You're a good dog
and I care for you.

That said, I won't be
petting you anymore.

I've been coddling you.
This is for your own good.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

You're not supposed to be here.
You don't have a black stripe.

I thought
you were my friend.

A friend wouldn't say
they were a day class student

and then go to the night class
behind my back.

I didn't...

Our limbs get their strength
from leverage points.

An elbow can
only bend one way

because if it could bend more than
one way it would be weaker.

But this design is also
inherently flawed.

Henry, come on up to the front.
I want you to help me demonstrate something.

Watch closely.

Leverage is a weapon. You can use it
or it can be used against you.

You earned your blue belt.
I know I could never take that from you.

So I took your arm instead.

Never come back here.
Not even for the day class.

Everyone, I'd like you
to welcome Casey to the night class.

He's a yellow belt.

All right. Let's begin.

You're done
for the night.

So is he.

Can you drag him
off the mat?

Learn to love
this feeling.

Your bones aching.
Your chest screaming.

This is karate.

I have nothing else.

Congratulations on a great class, everyone.
Let's begin the cool-down.

They're all gonna
cool down on the mat,

but since
it's your first time,

I want you to cool down
away from the others.

Come with me.

I know you're probably a little confused
about what's happening.

Just know that every one
of them out there

had to do this
at one point.

Again, I'm sorry
to make you cool down with her.

She's a woman so her hands are naturally
weaker than a man's.

An after-workout sports massage works
best with strong hands,

so I know
this is not ideal.

A massage from a woman
is still better than a self-massage.

Well, what are you
waiting for, yellow belt?

Take off your jacket
and sit in front of me.

Sorry.

I know they're not
as strong as a man's.

So, this is the women's
changing room.

It is.

It's the same as the men's in every way,
only it's smaller and not as nice.

How long have you
been taking karate?

I was one of the dojo's first students
when it opened.

And how long
have you been a brown belt?

The cool-down
is supposed to be silent.

Why was he promoted
to black belt before you?

Is that why
you fought him tonight?

You could have killed him.

- It looked like you wanted to.
- I was proving a point.

- About your belt?
- No.

About why I'm here.

Never hold back.

Not ever.

It will only make you weak,
and you can't be weak anymore.

Not in the night classes.

Do you understand?

I think I do.

But then again,
maybe I don't.

You will.

This isn't
a safe place, Casey.

My turn.

You can come in.

Your belt. It's yellow.

I had it made.

It's for everyday use
with casual clothing.

Obviously, I chose yellow
because I am a yellow belt.

I wanted to wear
my yellow belt all the time

but I knew
it would look strange.

That really is
a wonderful idea.

To be honest,
I wish I'd thought of it.

Now I can be a yellow belt
in everyday life,

in addition to being one
in this dojo.

I mentioned before
that I had it made.

It was a special order.

The thing is, the belt company
wouldn't make just one.

I had to make
at least 50.

The positive out of this is that
I have enough for all the other students.

I even had them make
a black one for you.

I think it turned out
quite nice.

I don't know what to say.

I'm honored.

How much
did all this cost?

Oh, don't worry about that.
This is my gift to the academy.

Although I was let go from my accounting job
the other day, unexpectedly.

You have
accounting experience?

Oh, 10 years,
or 120 months.

I'm looking for someone
to help manage the books here.

I can't keep up
with the growth of the academy.

There's more money coming in.
It's overwhelming.

I could use a mind
like yours.

It wouldn't be permanent.
Just till you get things on track.

Well, thank you.
Yes. The answer is yes.

Good.

You'll start tomorrow.

I'm sure you'll find another job
by the time you finish

organizing the books here.

- Casey.
- Yes?

I really am excited
about the belt.

- Hello?
- Casey?

Who is this?

The men you told me about,
would you know them if you saw them?

Is that you, Sensei?

The men.
The ones who attacked you.

- I...
- Would you know their faces?

They were wearing helmets.
Motorcycle helmets.

- So you didn't see their faces?
- Why are you asking me this?

The other day,
when you told me about

what happened to you,

it made me angry.

I have resources.

I found one of the men
who attacked you, Casey.

I need you to meet me.

But I won't be sure.

It was dark.

And like I was saying,
they were wearing motorcycle helmets.

It's him.
You have to trust me.

You trust me, don't you?

Did you park in the garage
like I asked?

Yeah.
There was a motorcycle.

I'm glad you came.

I see you're wearing
your belt for strength.

Me too.

Not only does it represent
my black belt in karate

but it also helps
keep my pants up.

Yeah. So, where is he?

In the bar.

I still don't... Are you...
Are you sure it's him?

- Very sure.
- But how?

How what? You saw the motorcycle
with your own eyes.

How did you find him?

- You don't need to worry about that.
- Well, what does he look like?

He wears a hat sometimes,
but not always.

There he is.

- That's the man we're looking for.
- Him?

Yeah. He matches
the description I gave you.

He's not wearing a hat, but I told you
he doesn't always wear one.

I just don't think we should do this.
Not like this.

Although I do appreciate
you trying to...

I'm not giving you
the choice, Casey.

Out here's no different
than in my dojo.

That belt that you're wearing
is still yellow and mine's still black.

I'm your teacher and you're my student
and you'll do as you're told.

And understand this. I'm not helping you.
You're helping yourself.

Remember what he did to you.

He stole your dignity.

Take it back.

Hi.

Do you remember me?

I don't think.

Hey!
Look at me.

I'm talking to you.

Do you remember my face?

Good night.

No. Don't touch him.

Don't touch him.
He's still breathing.

What are you doing?

You taught him a lesson.

He and his friends will definitely
think twice before messing with you again.

- Why are you filming this?
- I'm documenting.

Documenting what?

Your growth.

See you tomorrow.

We'll get you started with determining
which accounts are delinquent

and then, if we have enough time,
we'll move on to organizing the receipts

for the business-related
purchases.

You did the right thing.
You'll see.

I'm sorry.
There was nothing we could do.

Did he go peacefully?

No. It was likely
very painful.

There was a great deal
of trauma.

What do you mean, "trauma"?

Well, the X-rays indicated
there were broken ribs

and severe bruising
to the internal tissue.

I don't understand.

Did you hurt your dog?

Of course not. No.
He was my best friend.

I left him alone in my house
and when I came back...

Did you notice anything
out of place?

I... I don't know.
I came straight here.

Do you think
someone did this to him?

- We found blood on his canines.
- He bit them?

It seems he fought to the very end.
He was very brave.

I tried my best
not to coddle him.

I know this is hard.
I don't want to upset you.

But it's the strangest thing.
He died from a punch. I'm sure of it.

Only, the bruising pattern doesn't seem
to indicate a fist but rather a foot.

I know. It doesn't
make any sense.

Sometimes your opponent
will be bigger than you,

but remember this. You're children.
You're still growing.

If they defeat you in combat, there will
always be the opportunity later in life,

when you are fully grown,
to exact your revenge.

Casey, we're in
the middle of a class.

What are you doing?

I'm wearing shoes
on the mat.

Also, I didn't bow.

What happened?

- What is it? You can tell me.
- I'm hungry.

Don't do this.

All this not bowing and eating
on the mat has made me thirsty.

Rule number nine. Stay hydrated.

- Enough.
- You killed my dog!

- When?
- Last night.

I was with you
last night.

Casey, that's impossible.

Is that the dog that you were telling me
was of German lineage?

He was a dachshund,
you son of a bitch.

Dachshund. Short of stature, long of body.
Not the most masculine of breeds.

No, unfortunately, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

My condolences.

Fuck you
and fuck your dojo.

As I said already,
I was with you last night.

I saw what you did to that man,
that innocent man.

You said
he was one of them.

And deep down, you knew
he didn't have anything to do

with whatever happened to you
and yet you did what you did anyway.

- You're insane.
- It didn't matter to you, did it?

You wanted to take out your pain
and frustration on someone else

and you needed to become
what you hated.

I'm done.
This isn't karate.

I have it all
on tape.

The man from last night
has two choices.

Either become a better version of himself...

...or succumb
to his weaknesses.

You gave him that choice,
and his life will never be the same.

That night all those months ago
was the best thing

that ever happened to you
and you know it.

You are who you always
wanted to be.

Karate has changed you.

Channel this energy
into class tonight.

And take your shoes off.

Okay, children.
Back to work.

In the art of accounting,
I'm a white belt,

and you are
a fiscal black belt.

- Did you kill my dog?
- No.

Even if it wasn't a masculine dog,
I didn't kill it.

But I'm gonna
make this right.

You'll see.

I've been having trouble
controlling my emotions lately.

I'm sorry.

It's a very masculine trait.
Embrace it.

Women are
much cooler-headed.

I want you to come
work for me full-time.

This is
a part-time job at best.

I want you to take over
the children's class.

- What about Anna?
- Let me worry about Anna.

But she's easily the most qualified person
for this position.

I'm just a yellow belt.
She's almost a black belt.

Anna will never
be a black belt.

To be honest, I didn't ever think
she'd last this long.

When she earned her blue belt,
I put her in charge of the children's class

due to her innate maternal instincts.
She is a woman.

But she let her feminine tendencies
interfere with her karate.

I realize now that her being a woman will
prevent her from ever becoming a man.

You know, there are
things in life that men do

and there are things in life
that women do.

There are some things
that women and men do together,

like ride a tandem bicycle
or have sex.

But even then, men ride a tandem bicycle
to please the woman

and sex is
the other way around.

Karate...

Karate's a thing for men.

It's time
for the night class.

I just wanted to say
thank you for the belts.

Oh. Of course. Yeah.
I'm so glad you like them.

Like it? I love it.

Now, while I'm walking
around in public,

I can still feel
like a brown belt

by wearing this brown belt.
Thank you.

Tonight, I want you, you,

and you.

How big is your head?

Uh, regular size.

Finish getting dressed.
Meet me out the back.

I don't think
I can do this.

Did you hear me?
I can't do this.

Yes, you can.
You'll be fine.

- You're not coming.
- I'm coming.

- We don't need you.
- Casey can take my place as runner.

I'll be the driver
this time.

Otherwise you'll only have
three drivers and one runner.

You need the extra runner
and you know it.

Put it on. Do it.

I want you two
to play spotters.

We'll do it.

No.

You're lucky I even let you
ride with us tonight.

Thomas is
too recognizable.

You can see his disgusting face
and bandages

even with
the helmet on.

Casey has to do it.
He needs to prove himself.

It's time, Casey.
Go find us someone to help.

They have to be alone.

You should have never
started taking karate, Casey.

- But you did.
- We don't have to do this.

He'll kill us if we don't.

Everything's gonna be okay,
but one of us has to hurt him, Casey.

I can't.

Then wait here.

Who are you?

Stop!

Police! Stop! Show me
your hands! Police!

Shit.

I didn't mean to shoot your friend.
Please, stop.

Stop where you are!
Show me your hands!

It was an accident.

Casey!

Casey!

Casey! Casey,
we have to leave now!

They got our guy.
He's dead. They got away.

You know, one of the jobs
of the spotter

is to ask the person
if they have a gun.

And that man had a gun.
Why didn't you ask if he had a gun?

My kicks aren't gonna be
so strong anymore.

The bullet
only grazed you.

Imprecise and boorish.

Hey, this is your fault.

Remind me to put a red stripe
on your belt tomorrow.

What? The stripe for instructors?
You... You can keep that.

Red stripes aren't for instructors.
It's for ending a life.

Red represents blood.
There's no stripe for instructors.

A yellow belt with both
black and red stripes...

Unprecedented.

- Thomas, take Anna home.
- No.

I'll do it.

So, how did you get yours?

This one on the right.

My what?

Your stripe.
The red one.

It was another student.

He was a belt above me.

The highest ranked at the time,
other than Sensei.

I was better than him.

I knew it, but I also
knew my place.

And during
the sparring sessions,

I let him win 'cause I didn't want to
upset the hierarchy.

As you've probably noticed,
there's a hierarchy in karate.

At this point,
the dojo only had

one changing room,

so I would wait until
the men finished changing,

then I would
get dressed alone.

And one night, as I was
getting undressed,

the upper belt came in
and attacked me from behind.

I'd always
held back in class,

so he saw me as weak.

An easy target.

I ended up strangling him
to death with his own belt.

I made him suffer.

And the last thing he saw
before his eyes burst was

the sense of satisfaction
on my face.

He saw that I was not weak,

but strong.

I've never held
anything back since.

After that, Sensei had
the old equipment closet

converted into the women's
changing room.

He said that I had
tempted the upper belt.

That it was my fault.

But it wasn't your fault.

I know.

Thanks for the ride.

I hope I never see you
in class again, Casey.

I hope you leave and never
come back. I really do.

You're gonna kill him.

He's trying to kill him.

You think you're the only one
that deserves a red stripe?

I deserve a red stripe
just as much as you. Maybe more.

He looks very weak
and hopeless.

Chances of him making something of
his life are minimal.

- Go ahead.
- Wait.

Do you hear that?

Sirens.

I hear sirens.

I don't hear anything.

Women are much more sensitive
to higher-pitched sounds than men.

Trust me. I hear sirens approaching.
We should leave.

Take his wallet.

I'm going to kill you.

Do you want
to know why?

I could say it's for
the honor of the dojo.

I could tell you it's because you're
blackmailing former students

into paying membership fees
long after they leave.

Or because private lessons are given
to those who do not ask for them.

Like myself.

But really
it's because I hate you.

I hate you very much.

And not only do I want
to watch you die,

but I want to be the reason
that you stop breathing.

I've never wanted anything
more in my entire life.

I'm going to
kill you, Leslie.

That's right.

I found out that
your real name is Leslie.

I called you that
to make you angry.

When you think about it,

Leslie is a lot more
feminine-sounding than Casey.

I can make you a black belt.

You can skip all the other colors.
You don't even need to earn it.

I challenge you to a fight to the death,
in unarmed combat.

You'll lose.

I'm better at fighting
than you.

Very well.

I accept.

I've been thinking
a lot lately,

about what I would say to you
after I killed you.

I came up with two things,

and I don't want to second-guess
my choice later on,

so I'm going to say both.

First, you would say that using
this makes me a weak man,

and without question,
it does.

But I am alive
and you are dead,

so I would argue
it makes you the weaker man.

The second thing I came up
with is from a film I saw once.

I didn't play by the rules,

but there never
were any rules.

I defeated him in unarmed combat
to the death.

In the tradition
of our Grand Master,

I punched a hole through his head
with my index finger.

It was a move that only Grand Master knew
but now I know it too.

I did it to restore honor to Grand Master,
this academy and its students.

Does anybody have
a problem with that?

Because if you do, I'm happy to punch
my finger through your skull too.

Good. I've killed
enough people for today.

On second thought,
there is one more thing.

Everyone hold their hands out
in front of them.

Don't make me ask again.

What's this for?

I sprained my wrist.

- How did you sprain it?
- Playing guitar.

- I didn't know you played.
- I do.

How are you
with chords and scales?

I'm good with them.
I can play several songs quite well.

What type of music were you playing
when you sprained your wrist?

Soft rock.

- Take off the bandage.
- Why?

Because it is impossible
to sprain your wrist playing soft rock.

Only extreme metal
can do that.

This is my new dog.

We've come
to an understanding.

He knows
that I'm the alpha.

This is not mine.

I took it,
but I did not earn it.

Now get in line,
yellow belt.

Up until this point, you've been
taught that violence equals strength

and compassion
equals weakness.

This ideology is limiting.

It is possible to be brutally tolerant
or peacefully savage.

Your karate mindset is equally as important
as your karate skill set.

You're gonna notice
some changes around here,

but this is still the night class
and you are still its students.

Do you understand?

Good.

Let's start with
some moderate stretching.

All right, students.
Let's start with some warm-ups.

Jumping jacks.

One, two,
three, four, five, six...

- Very good.
- ...seven, eight, nine, 10.

Good. Everybody, well done.
Now let's do your side kicks.

Very good side kicks.
Excellent form.

Okay, everybody. Now we're doing
karate chops. Ready?

Very good chops.

Great job, Manny.
You've made great strides.

All right, everybody.

Now I'm going to teach you
how to kick with your fist,

and punch with your foot.

Are you ready?