All language subtitles for 05. Ip Man 4 The Finale (2019) BluRay 1080p_Subtitles01.ENG

Let's welcome Mr. Bruce Lee

from Jan Fan Kung Fu Studio.

Mr. Ip.

Your x-ray result shows that
your tumor is malignant.

Even though it is still at an early stage,

the cancer cells are spreading rapidly

for it to be controlled
by standard medication.

Nowadays, hospitals offer chemotherapy.

It can control cancer cells.

You should think about it.

First, you must quit smoking.

Don't smoke anymore.

No.

Turn your stance more.

Rotate your torso.

That's right.

Yeah!

No. Come on, man.

- That's not right.
- What?

- What are you doing?
- Whoa, chill, chill. Relax.

I'm just tryin' to share my thoughts.

Does anybody know what he's saying?

No.

No more shows for you.

- Relax, we're kung fu brothers.
- Leave.

- It's fine.
- Just listen to me.

- Calm down, man. Easy, easy.
- I don't understand you.

- Just leave.
- Just listen to me!

- What's wrong with you?
- Are you nuts?

Do you want me to beat you up?

- Get lost!
- Don't push me.

- I said get lost!
- I said don't push me!

Here to challenge us?

Okay.

Hmm?

- Master.
- Master.

Grandmaster!

Yes!

I'm so happy to see you! Woohoo!

- Why is he so excited?
- Huh?

I'm a student of Bruce Lee.

My name's Billy.

I have something for you.

Sifu wants you to come to the
Karate tournament in the US

which takes place next month.

Here, this is a plane
ticket for you he prepared.

And this book, he wrote it.

He wants you to have it.

- Bruce.
- Bruce?

Bruce Lee?

He is good?

He's doin' fine.

He has a Kung Fu school in Seattle.

And I'm from his newly
opened one in San Francisco.

Billy.

Tell Bruce...

maybe I have no time.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

Thank you.

What is going on?

- Give this to Grandmaster.
- Hey!

What is it?

Give me back my comic book.

Give it back.

Mr. Ip.

This is Ip Ching's expulsion letter.

We can't keep him in our school anymore.

Headmaster.

Can you give Ip Ching one more chance?

I promise he will behave.

Please give him another chance.

Let him stay.

It's not his first time
getting into a fight.

Last time was already his last chance.

Since he is so sportive,

it may be better for him to study abroad.

It's not serious. They're just minor cuts.

But be careful next time.

Thank you, doctor.

The nurse will patch you up.

Where is your family?

Doctor.

Master Ip.

It has been a while.

I am Ming, Ms Luk's son.

Your kung fu studio used
to be on our rooftop.

Oh.

My mom sent me to study in America

since I was too naughty.

I just came back.

I work in this hospital now.

It's really something to
be abroad on your own.

Not really.

Master Ip.

Ching is fine, don't worry.

- See you later.
- Thank you.

Answer the door, Ching.

- Master Ip.
- Hi, Bob. Please come in.

What's the matter?

America is so far away.

Why are you leaving so suddenly?

I am going to San Francisco to
look for a school for Ching.

Good idea. Mr. Ba also sent
his son there recently.

One can earn much more

after studying overseas..

- Please take a seat.
- Okay.

- Have some tea.
- Don't bother.

Ching.

- Greet your elder.
- He did, he nodded.

- Have some tea.
- Thank you.

- Bob.
- Yes?

Can you please come to check
on Ching while I'm away?

Not a problem.

While I'm in America,

I will phone home at 10:00
p.m. Hong Kong time every day.

Okay.

You don't have to call. I won't answer it.

Don't worry.

I will be here on time to
make him answer the call.

Right, don't be too soft on your son.

- You're spoiling him.
- No, I have to.

I want to send him abroad

so that he'll have a chance to experience

- how it is to be independent.
- That's right.

I won't go.

If you want to go, go by yourself.

If you have something to say,
come here and say it, okay?

There's no way I'm going to America.

You can't make me.

I have told you many times.

I don't like studying at all.

I'm not cut out for it anyway.

What can you do if you don't study?

I can teach martial arts.

I like kung fu.

Who'll let you teach martial arts?

Why can't I?

Aren't you doing it yourself?

Why don't you tell your students

it's useless to learn martial arts?

- Enough.
- If nobody learned martial arts,

you'd be starving already.

You don't practice what you preach.

You always think that I'm wrong.

Someone took my comic book, it's my fault.

He failed, it's my fault.

- I want to teach kung fu.
- Enough.

It's also my fault.

You are always right and I am always wrong.

You are never supportive of me.

If Mom was still alive, she would have...

Don't.

Get out.

Get out!

Shut up.

Hey.

He's still a kid. Be patient with him.

Don't be angry.

Bob.

I'll leave it to you.

Please sit down.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are approaching San Francisco Airport

where the local time is 11:15 a.m.

Passengers for flight 43EI to Miami

and stops at Atlanta and Toronto.

The departure gate has
been changed to Gate 21...

Mr. Ip.

- Mr. Ip, it has been many years.
- Yes.

- Are you tired from the flight?
- I'm all right.

My car is outside. Let's go.

Let me carry this.

- Thank you.
- Let's go.

It has been nearly eight
years since we last met.

That's about right.

- Hey, Gun.
- Huh?

Why did you move to America?

It wasn't my plan.

My newspaper office sent me here
for the US and Canada edition.

There are more Chinese residents here now.

Many people send their
children here to study.

It's the right time for Ching to come.

Is the recommendation
letter for school admission

from the Chinese Benevolent
Association ready?

I contacted them.

Mr. Wan, the chairman,
would like to meet you first.

Once we arrive at Chinatown,
we'll head to the association.

- It's not long enough.
- It's not?

Has Mr. Wan been here for long?

Ah, his family has been
here for generations.

His grandfather came here
during the Gold Rush.

He really does care for the compatriots.

Let's go.

Mr. Gwai.

- Hello, Mr. Gwai.
- Mr. Leung.

- Hello.
- This is Master Ip.

- Hello, Mr. Gwai.
- A pleasure to meet you.

Has Mr. Wan arrived?

- Master Ip.
- He's here.

Master Law.

It has been a long time.

- Yes.
- It's really me.

I didn't know you moved here.

I've been here with my family
for a few years already.

So are you visiting to
prepare to move here as well?

Master Law, Mr. Ip is not moving here.

Shall we sit and talk?

- Sure. After you.
- After you.

Masters, allow me to introduce you.

This is Master Ip Man.

Hello, fellow masters.

Take a seat.

Sit.

Let me introduce everyone.

They are all kung fu masters from Chinatown.

Master Lau of Choy Li Fut.

Master Chen of Eagle Claw.

Master Han of White Crane.

Master Chiu of Seven-Star Mantis.

Master Chiang of Xing Yi.

Master Lui of Eight Trigrams Palm.

Master Tam of Tam's Kick.

As for me, let's spare the introduction.

We are old friends.

Last but not least,

Chairman of the Chinese
Benevolent Association,

Master Wan of Tai Chi.

Master Wan.

Thank you so much for your help.

Master Ip.

Don't thank me just yet.

I've heard so much about you.

You're here at just the right time.

I'd like to ask Master Ip a favor.

How can I help?

Here in San Francisco's Chinatown,

there is a long-established rule.

All kung fu studios

should only accept Chinese students.

Your apprentice, Bruce Lee,

not only accepted Western students,

but he even published a book

to explain Chinese martial arts in English.

Since Master Ip is here,

why don't you help us
solve this issue first?

Does he think

he can be the spokesperson
of Chinese martial arts?

Your apprentice is too arrogant.

He even said

he would compete in the karate tournament.

He is provoking us.

He is clearly provoking us.

Exactly.

I have read this book.

It's well written.

What's wrong with teaching Western students?

Master Ip.

Have you heard of the story of Mr. Dong Guo?

A wolf was sieged by a hunter.

Mr. Dong Guo saw this.

He saved the wolf and
put the wolf in his bag.

Once the hunter left,
the first thing the wolf did

was to eat Mr. Dong Guo alive.

Animals are animals.

They won't be grateful.

I will use one of your Cantonese sayings.

"You offer them rice, then they betray you."

That's a bit dramatic.

Master Ip.

We're strangers in a foreign land.

You don't live here.

You won't understand.

How about this?

Drink this cup of tea...

and you are one of us.

I'll write the letter for you.

Fellow masters.

Mr. Wan.

You might have misunderstood Bruce.

In fact, Bruce just wants
Chinese martial arts

to have a wider following.

I think it's a wonderful thing.

Marching to a different beat
to make a name for oneself.

Like student, like master.

Do you two have what it takes

to be the exemplars of Chinese martial arts?

It's going to break.

Mr. Ip, let's forget about it, shall we?

Sorry to bother you.

Excuse me.

Excuse us, everyone.

Mr. Wan, excuse us.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Ip.

I am sorry about what happened.

- I didn't expect that.
- It's not your fault.

- Gun.
- Hmm?

Is the recommendation letter essential

for meeting the school principal?

Yes.

After all, we are immigrants.

Schools here only acknowledge
reputable people.

- A recommendation is a must.
- Mm-hm.

Don't worry.

I have some American friends.

I'll ask them to write the letter.

- Okay.
- I won't keep you.

Get some rest.

- Let me walk you out.
- Sure.

Take care.

- Bye, Mr. Ip.
- Thank you for your help.

Operator. Where would you like to call?

Hong Kong.

"Eight, four, two, six, three, nine."

Okay, one moment.

Hello! Hello! Hello, Master Ip!

It's me, Bob!

I can hear you, Bob. Loud and clear.

Really?

How are things over there?

I heard the air is fresher there.

It's a huge country.

It's so vast that you can't even
see the buildings across you.

Not exactly.

Right. Is Ching there?

Can you put him on the phone?

Ching. Come take the call.

Hurry up.

Long-distance calls cost a lot.

He won't answer.

That's how they are.

Defiance is the trademark of youth.

Listen, this is important.

My wife heard that there are some meds

that are only sold in the
US and not in Hong Kong.

Can you help me get some just in case?

No problem.

Please write them down.

It's in English.

I will spell it out slowly. Write them down.

The first one is...

Dad.

Why are you late again?

I am exhausted today.

I just finished all the assignments.

I took a nap before I came.

You're not exhausted when
practicing cheerleading,

but you are when it comes
to martial arts, huh?

You don't get tired of doing what you like.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

Come.

Brush knees and twist steps.

Part the horse's mane.

Sink the shoulders.

Drop the elbows.

Round form.

See how terrible your moves are.

Look at yourself.

How can you join the Mid-Autumn Festival?

How can you go on stage?

God, this is so tedious.

How many times have I told you?

In here, you have to speak Chinese.

Hi, Mr. Wright. How are you?

I thought I was gonna be
speaking with your boss.

Actually, it's not my boss who send me.

I have something perhaps
you can help me with.

Okay, what can I do for you?

This is my friend, Ip Man.

How do you do?

He is looking for a school for his son

to attend in America.

So maybe you can help him

by writing a recommendation letter.

Can I have a minute with you, please?

Mr. Leung, nowadays,
many people fancy comin' over here

to try and find a better life.

Your luck is your ability.

And you achieve because you choose

to work with a great boss.

But your friend here...

He is a Chinese kung fu master.

Look, I don't really know you that well.

I certainly don't know him.

How do I know that he isn't
some kind of fugitive

just like all of the other illegal aliens

that get deported every day from Chinatown?

I think you're being biased.

Not all Chinese are criminals, Mr. Wright.

Listen, sonny.

The only reason that you're
standing here on my property

wasting my valuable time
is because of your boss.

I'm only doing this for
the sake of my friend.

Not you. You understand?

Mr. Ip. I am sorry.

Don't worry.

- We'll find a way.
- Mm.

Great stuff, man. Really good.

I love that swing kick.

- Here, let me.
- This is crazy.

This match is fixed.

Just a gook dance.

Phonies.

Woo!

Enjoy.

Congratulations, Bruce.

Your performance tonight was fantastic.

Thank you, Master.

Thank you for inviting me to America.

You are welcome.

Actually, I'm also here to try
to find a school for Ching.

You know,

a recommendation letter is
needed for school application.

So, do you mean

those folks from the association
refused to write you a letter?

I have a student who is a lawyer.

He should be able to help.

Don't worry.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

- Master.
- Hey.

- Master.
- Over here.

- Master.
- They're my students.

- Grandmaster, how you doing?
- Hartman, come and sit.

Hey. Hello.

- Amazing.
- Hello.

- Master.
- Grandmaster.

This is Hartman. He's one of a kind.

He's a Marine Staff Sergeant.

He's very much into Chinese martial arts.

He always tells me he wants to
introduce Chinese martial arts

to the Marines.

In America, most people don't
know about Chinese martial arts.

I have practiced Wing Chun for a while.

Its centerline theory for
both attack and defense

is useful for combat.

I'd recommend it to my officer.

What do you think, Grandmaster?

Great idea.

Hey, yo, kung fu man!

I saw you at the tournament tonight.

I think your stuff is bullshit.

I don't buy it.

What's up, man?

- You wanna try it?
- Hartman.

Let's take it outside.

I'll kick your ass, man.

I'll kick your ass too.

- Let's take 'em out here.
- I'll take you outside.

Master.

This happens all the time.
I'll be right back.

Mm, mm, mm!

Hmph.

You.

The door won't fight back.

But I will

Uh...

Master.

Here's the recommendation
letter prepared by my student.

It should be okay.

How do you do?

- Hi. How are you today?
- It's very good.

I have a appointment with the principal.

- "Mr. Ip Man," right?
- Yes.

Do you have all the required documents?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Follow me, please.

Is everybody okay?

If anybody needs any help, just let me know.

Mr. Spencer.

You, sir. Fire away.

The principal is very busy today.

She's in a meeting.
So would you mind waiting?

- Yes. No problem.
- Okay.

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

And good job, girls!

Okay, the contest is over.
I have made my decision.

Yonah, you will be the new cheerleader

for away games starting this mid-semester.

Well done.

She doesn't deserve it.

What?

She changed the routine all on her own.

She cheated.

- Ah...
- She should be disqualified.

Okay, I don't remember saying

that improvisation wasn't allowed.

Since I haven't finalized the routines,

anyone's input is welcomed.

Yonah's... her, her move was amazing.

And so is she.

We all have the same goals.

Why don't we try to work together?

Well done.

Class dismissed.

Mr. Ip, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.

- No problem.
- I was stuck

in a very important meeting.

- No problem.
- Come, please.

This lawyer who wrote the letter,

is he your lawyer?

Actually, he is my student.

Student.

So you're a teacher too?

I am a teacher.

I teach Chinese kung fu.

Chinese martial art.

Like a gymnast?

Yes, something like that.

Well, as you already know,

this is an exclusive private school.

I can accept this letter as a referral.

But you still need to get a recommendation

from the Chinese Benevolent Association

as they act as guarantors
for late school payment.

- However...
- I understand.

If you can donate $10,000 to our school,

to be one of our sponsoring
board of directors,

we can waive the recommendation letter

and accept your son right away.

Speak of the devil.

Bitch!

Showtime.

You think you look so great out there.

You look like a little yellow monkey.

We're not gonna follow your lead.

In America, people like you follow.
They don't lead.

What do you want? Just leave me alone.

If you're not happy, then go back to Asia,

This has been our land for generations.

What do you people want from us?

Now I know why they call
you a stupid blonde.

America has always had immigrants.

The Indians are the only real Americans.

Your ancestors stole their land, paleface.

What did you just say to me?

She's the one.

Grab her.

Get her there.

I dare you to stay in cheerleading.

- Go at her! Come on, hit her!
- You've got your long hair.

You think you can beat me?

You could never beat me!

- Oh, god!
- You, come back here!

Go, go!

Come back here! Where are you going?

Get her, man!

I'm gonna cut all of your hair
since you got lice anyway.

Get that good.

Ah!

- Ah!
- Get her! Get her!

Close the door! Close the door!

Smash it! Smash it!

Stay out of this, old man.

Oh, you want some too?

Stop! No.

No...

No! No more! No! I'm sorry.

- I can't anymore.
- Let's take off.

I am Yonah. What's your name, sir?

You can call me Mr. Ip, Yonah.

Mr. Ip, can you hold this for me?

Mm-hm.

Mr. Ip, please take a look from behind.

Please help me cut it if it's not neat.

- Done.
- Thank you.

Mr. Ip, are you okay?
You were slammed by the gate.

- I'm okay.
- Let me take a look.

Whoa!

I am really fine.

I have some herbal ointment at home.

It works like magic.

About what happened at school today,

does it happen often?

It's not the first time.

But I am not afraid of them.

- Does your family know?
- Yes.

My dad always asks me to put up with it.

He is very strict.

Mr. Ip, why were you in our school?

I was there to apply for my son.

Then you must have met my dad.

He is the Chairman of the
Chinese Benevolent Association.

I have met your dad.

He must have given you the letter, then.

Mr. Ip, when will your son come?

He'll have a hard time
getting used to life here.

I can help out.

Actually, your dad didn't
help with the letter.

How come? You are not a foreigner.

Does your dad have an opinion against them?

Yes.

He always says that they are
very bad to the Chinese.

They only discriminate and bully us.

It has always been like that

since he came here with Grandpa as a kid.

The way the Chinese are treated
here has always been unfair.

That's why he founded the
Chinese Benevolent Association

to protect us Chinese.

Sweetheart.

What's happened?

Oh, my god!

What happened?

This Chinese girl.

I need you to come home right now.

Becky's been attacked.

I wish you weren't away
on this business trip.

We need you here.

Come home now, okay?

Dad.

This is my friend, Mr. Ip.

You always say Chinese people
should help each other out.

So please write him a recommendation letter.

Come over here.

Did you get into a fight again?

No.

Yonah.

You know how I hate liars.

I will ask you one more time.

Did you get into a fight?

No.

- Hey!
- They were jealous of me!

Because I was made leader,

they cut my hair and had people beat me up.

How can I put up with it?

You want me to put up with it.

Then what's the point of
practicing martial arts?

- Shut your mouth!
- Mr. Wan.

Your daughter was bullied.

It's not wrong to defend herself.

Master Ip.

As I've told you before,

you don't understand since
you don't live here.

Let me tell you.

We live here.

This is our home.

Those people keep trying to get rid of us.

They even want to get rid of Chinatown.

Don't you understand?

Have you tried to get out of Chinatown

to communicate with them directly,
to fight for a change?

Are you preaching me now?

Yonah.

You can change too.

Ip Man.

If you want your letter,
don't use my daughter.

Show me what you've got.

Let's have a match.

What happened?

Old wound?

Yonah! Yonah!

- Are you all right?
- Dad, I am fine.

Yonah. Yonah!

Yonah.

Dad.

I am here.

I am fine.

Ip Man.

It looks like we'll have to wait
until the Mid-Autumn Festival

to decide who's the winner.

Winning or losing, does it really matter?

Shouldn't we use Chinese martial arts

to change the biases against us?

I brought Yonah back because
I wanted to protect her.

I'm not here for the letter.

You are always right and I am always wrong.

You are never supportive of me.

If Mom was still alive,

she would have...

- Hello?
- US Trunk Line.

Yes, collect call, please.

Hey, hey, hey, Master Ip.

- Bob.
- Yes.

Where's Ching?

He went out to buy some late-night snacks.

Right, how are things getting on with you?

Is it going well?

Mm...

There's a bit of a hiccup.

It might take a few more
days before I can return.

Back in a few days? That's very good.

Good luck. Be safe.

Thanks a lot.

- Bye bye.
- Okay, bye bye.

- Left, right!
- Left, right!

- To the left, right!
- To the left, right!

- Left, right!
- Left, right!

Pick up the pace, devil dogs!

You are warriors.

You are killing machines.

Earn it like you got a pair.

Kick that bag, boy!

Wear that EGA with pride!

Get the banana out of the tailpipe!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

You gotta earn it, devil dog!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Move!

I surrender, sensei!

What did you just say?

Did I just hear you say that you surrender?

Did I?

You know what our motto is, recruit!

Trained to kill! Ready to die!

Do you understand the
meaning of those words?

- It's hurting me, sir!
- Oh, it's hurting you, is it?

Hurting you. You know, this is the problem.

You know there is a rumor
going around this base,

people saying that I'm racist.

I'm not racist.

See, I don't hate you
because you're colored.

I hate you because you're
a cowardly colored!

- Get off the mat!
- You, Jackson. You're next.

Staff Sergeant Hartman,
do you mind explaining to me

what exactly this contraption is?

It's a Wing Chun dummy.

A kung fu training aid,
like a punching bag, if you will,

but for Chinese martial arts.

Let me ask you something.

Did you fall out of your crib this morning

and bang your little head?

Where the hell do you think you are?

Does this look like a museum

for preserving your
ancient Chinese heritage?

Wing Chun is improvising and adapting,

just like a Marine.

I've been practicing for months now,

and I find it practical for real combat.

I'm certain the practicing
it will be beneficial

for Marines on the battleground.

Oh, you're certain, are you?

So this kung fu bullshit's gonna
allow us to kill our enemies?

Is that what you're trying to say?

Outstanding, Staff Sergeant.

You're a goddamn genius.

Get this thing off my base now.

You know nothing of Chinese kung fu.

Zero!

All right, Staff Sergeant Hartman,

I'm gonna allow you to prove those words.

If you can defeat Colin in a fair fight,

then I'll consider,

maybe allowing your wooden girlfriend

to stay on the base.

Is that understood?

Come on, Colin. Smack him up.

Outstanding work.

Very nice.

You see this, men?

Now this is karate.

Your Chinese kung fu is only
good for folding laundry.

It stays where it belongs and
that is the hell off my base.

Now, because of the Staff
Sergeant's stupidity,

all you Chinese will run
an extra 30 laps today.

And the Staff Sergeant himself
will run an extra 30 after that.

Are we clear?

Good.

Carry on.

One, two, three, four!

Left and right and lei ho!

Mr. Ip.

- I have great news for you.
- What's up, Yonah?

Mm.

Mm?

Did you forge the signature?

Don't worry, it looks the same as Dad's.

I am sure no one will notice.

I don't understand what you
kids are thinking nowadays.

You guys act without thinking
about the consequences.

What are you doing?
It took me a lot of effort.

Did it cross your mind that
your dad would be very upset?

I don't care. He doesn't
care if I'm happy anyway.

Why do you say that?

I think he cares about you.

He only cares about himself.

He always pushes me to practice Tai Chi

and to perform at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Just because he likes it.

But I don't.

If you don't like Tai Chi, just tell him.

I did. He wouldn't listen.

In his eyes, everything I do is wrong.

I fight back when I'm being bullied,
it's my fault.

I like cheerleading and dancing,
it's my fault.

I am always wrong. He never supports me.

I don't believe that's
how other dads are like.

At the very least,

you are not, Mr. Ip.

Is cheerleading your passion?

Not really.

I do it because I like it.

Mr. Ip, you are so good at fighting.

Isn't it because you like martial arts?

Ah! At the Mid-Autumn Festival,

why don't you do your cheerleading dance?

Right, why haven't I thought about that?

That's a great idea.

Mr. Ip, will you come?

Sure.

Great.

- Now go to school.
- Okay.

Off you go.

- Bye bye.
- Bye bye.

You finally decided to come back, then,

Andrew, thank you.

I was in Washington DC, Gabrielle.

I came back as soon as I could. How's Becky?

She was almost disfigured
by a Chinese girl at school.

And I don't understand the grounds

they let a Chinese student in anyway.

What do you intend to do about it?

What are the INS going to do
about those Chinese savages?

Get rid of them. Send them home!

Becky, honey, who... who did this to you?

Yonah Wan.

She's the daughter of the Chairman

of the Chinese "Benelovent" Association,

or so she claims.

Chinatown.

I'll handle this.

Really impressive.

- So this is Chinese kung fu?
- Yes, sir.

It's really amazing. I mean really amazing.

Thank you, sir.

This brochure has a brief introduction

and here is the transcript
that I've prepared.

Actually, sir,

there's a martial arts event
taking place in Chinatown

during the Full Moon Festival.

With your permission,

I'd like to go film it
and do some more research

so that we may further
investigate this matter.

- Chinatown?
- Yes, sir.

Granted.

Just don't make this a waste of my time.

- Definitely not, sir.
- All right.

Come in.

Sir.

Please excuse the Staff
Sergeant's intrusion.

What the hell are you doing here?

My job, as a Marine.

So that's all right.

So let's start to explore the idea

of incorporating Chinese kung fu

into our hand to hand combat training.

Now, Staff Sergeant Hartman

is gonna go to Chinatown for research.

I'd like you to start learning

something from this handbook.

Here, take it.

- Gentlemen, that's all.
- Sir.

Fix your base, recruit.

You have no power, Mr. Creese.

Instructor!

A word.

Bow.

Gunny?

You know there is not a doubt in my mind

that karate is the best form of
hand to hand combat. Bar none.

But do you know what that
backstabbing son of a bitch

- Hartman's gone and done?
- Tell me.

Convinced our commanding officer
that his bullshit kung fu

is more effective than our karate training.

I'm gonna need you to
right that wrong, Colin.

You just let me show those people

the meaning of real combat karate

and I'll shut those kung
fu charlatans up for good.

- Good, man.
- Gunny.

Continue.

Move!

- Good.
- Good.

- Good.
- Good.

Grandmaster.

More! More!

Oh! Mm!

I loved it!

Mr. Ip, you are late.

I saved you a seat next
to the masters over there.

No worries. I'll stay where I am.

But the view is better there.

How about you go back and
get ready to perform, okay?

Go on.

All right. I'll go, then.

- Mr. Gwai.
- Uh.

Huh?

That's how you're dressed for stage?

Yes.

Where's your dad?
Didn't you come with your dad?

No, I came first. I didn't see him.

- Maybe he will show up later.
- Ah.

Mr. Wan Zhong Hua.

We're the United States Department

of Immigration and Customs.

We're here to take you under
custody for questioning

regarding the presence of illegal aliens

residing in Chinatown.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

- Good.
- Good.

Good.

Good.

- They're my students.
- Good.

When did we invite these
white people to perform?

I don't know.

- Who are they?
- Who invited them?

Get down from there!

Scram!

Get lost!

- Get down!
- Leave!

Hey, Chinaman!

You wanna try to break these
bricks with your kung fu?

Huh?

Cowards.

- Go away.
- Go away.

Scram!

I'll go and look for your dad.

My name is Colin Frater.

Fourth Dan black belt in Kyokutan Karate.

And I'm here to show you yellow bitches

the taste of real combat.

Fight me with your hokey-pokey kung fu.

I dare you.

- What are you talking about?
- Get down!

Screw you!

I will fight you now!

- Eh, eh.
- Huh?

Mr. Gwai, what happened to Mr. Wan?

What do you mean by that?

I just saw some immigration officers

- take Mr. Wan into a car.
- Huh?

Let's make it quick.

You understand I will go all out?

You are begging to be killed.

- Come on, then.
- I won't hold back either.

- Master Law.
- Master Law.

Are you okay?

- Master Law.
- Master Law.

Bullshit, why is the stage so small?

- Be careful.
- Help me.

- Who's next?
- Freaking yankee!

- I'm in.
- Good.

- Come on!
- Come on!

- Go!
- Master!

Master!

- Be careful!
- Master!

- Master!
- Master!

- Master.
- Master.

- Master Chiu.
- Master Chiu, are you okay?

Help him first.

Lady, I'll show you no mercy.

Don't hold back.

Mind yourself first.

- Master Chiang.
- Master Chiang.

- Master Chiang.
- Master!

- Beat him, Master Chiang.
- Beat him!

- Get up!
- Master!

- Master!
- You can do it!

Enough.

- Bravo!
- Master Ip, bravo.

- Bravo!
- Master Ip, bravo!

Come on, Mr. Ip!

- Master Ip!
- Master Ip!

All the best, Master Ip!

Great, Master Ip!

Yes! Yes!

Sensei.

- Help him out.
- Sensei.

All right, here we go.

Mr. Ip, that was fantastic!

Mr. Ip, you are the best!

The best!

That was amazing! The most amazing Mr. Ip!

Woo! Woohoo! Woo!

Yonah! Yonah!

I have bad news. Ms San told me

your dad was taken by the
immigration officers.

- Huh?
- I'll drive you there.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

We've reopened the cases involving the CBA.

We suspect that these Chinamen

have identities that are fraudulent

and that you've helped them

by writing falsified letters
of referral from the USA,

making you an accomplice
of these illegal aliens.

This is a setup!

Would you know?

I'm going to arrest every single person

in the CBA tonight.

You and the CBA will be gone for good.

He has a broken rib but he will be okay.

Chinese kung fu my ass.

I'll shut them down in my own way.

The Full Moon event has concluded.

Those Chinamen must be back

at the Chinese Benevolent Association.

Thirty minutes to CBA. Bring them all in.

Call the wives, boys.

We're staying late.

We're going to Chinatown,

arresting every Chinamen in the CBA.

This operation makes no sense, sir.

Shut up, do-good marshal.

Do as you're told.

Mr. Ip.

Excuse me. Anybody here? I need some help.

- What now?
- Let me check it out.

Whoa, it's way past office hours.
You can't be here.

My father, Wan Zhong Hua
has been taken by mistake.

I need to see him right now.

- Billy.
- I can't let you in.

- Grandmaster.
- Billy.

- Can you help us?
- I wish I could.

Her father, Mr. Wan Zhong Hua,
what happened?

I have no idea, sir.
But please take my advice.

Stay away from the Chinese
Benevolent Association tonight.

Tonight, don't go there.

All right? We're gonna
raid that place tonight.

I gotta go. But remember, don't go there.

Masters.

Who incited those karate guys to come here?

They made a scene for no reason.

It must be Bruce Lee.

He dragged us into this.

Don't make false assumptions.

His master helped us.

Hello.

Master Law, leave the CBA right now.

The immigration

- is coming to make arrests.
- Who are you?

- Is that you?
- What are you saying?

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

Hello?

Bad news.

Is that it?

Is this your Chinese kung fu?

Huh?

What about this guy?

Your chairman, hey! Where is he?

I don't know!

You tell me or I'm gonna break your arm.

Ah!

INS. Immigration.

Good boy.

What happened?

Master Law.

Master Ip.

A yankee just showed up
and attacked everyone

like he was coming for revenge.

Mr. Ip, the immigration
officers will be here soon.

They're gone.

Check in back.

All right, guys, let's get a sweep.

Looking for any clues that
might tell us where they went.

Officer.

I'm looking for a Chinaman
by the name of Wan Zhong Hua.

Where is he?

Uh, what do you want with him?

I'm Gunnery Sergeant Barton Geddes,

Second Battalion, Fifth Marines.

One of my men was assaulted
in Chinatown tonight.

Wan Zhong Hua is the chairman

of the Chinese Benevolent Association.

I need him back on my base tonight.

This man made me look bad.

It's personal.

So why don't you cooperate

or things are gonna get
pretty bad for you too.

Do you understand?

So go and get him

and I'll worry about the repercussions.

Follow me.

You're now officially in the
custody of the US Marines.

Just don't let him stay in the country

when you're done with him, all right?

My karate coach was
defeated in a fight tonight

by Chinese kung fu.

Since you're the representative
of Chinese kung fu,

I'm holding you personally accountable.

These Chinamen right here,

I just crushed all of them.

You're the only one left.

I need to fight you.

Dad.

What are you doing here? Get out of here!

You're Becky's father, right?

Listen, it's all my fault.

It's nothing to do with my father.

I'm sorry.

I beg you.

Please let my papa go.

Please. Please.

Yonah.

Get up!

Yonah!

Get up!

Don't kneel to these people.

You are right.

If you can't take it anymore,
then just don't.

I will fight you.

Let's go.

Dad, don't.

Bruce.

Master.

I want all recruits in the
PT Gauntlet straight away.

Aye-aye, Gunny.

Especially Staff Sergeant Hartman.

Reveille! Reveille!

Get your asses on the line!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Out! Out! Out!

Good!

Move your asses, Marines! Move it!

Move that ass! Double time! Double time!

Left hand, left knee.

Right hand, right knee. Aye, sir.

Sit down! Sit down! Move it!

I try to be a fair man.

So since Staff Sergeant Hartman

so desperately wants his Chinese kung fu

to be part of our curriculum,

I'm happy to give up my rack time

and give a Chinese representative

the chance to prove

their kung fu is actually useful
in a real combat situation.

Master Wan.

You don't have to accept his challenge.

I have to.

If I back down, I'm no longer Chinese.

No rules.

Fight till you drop.

Make sure you get all these on film.

Sir, yes, sir!

Master Wan, stop!

You know what I just realized?

You and your daughter look
a hell of a lot alike...

when you beg.

Enough!

Uh...

Master Wan.

Don't you think I deserve
a round of applause?

Those white people always
pick on our Chinatown.

They made a scene tonight
at the association.

They are getting way out of line.

That's right.

It's not the first time the
immigration officers came.

They harassed us for no reason.

Yes.

My grandfather came here
as a hard labor worker.

He helped them build the railway.

He helped the Americans connect
the east coast with the west.

It's all thanks to Chinese labor.

Yet the American government

was never willing to
acknowledge our contribution.

They keep trying to kick us
out with all sorts of excuses.

The white guys are too arrogant.

There's no equality here.

Bruce.

- We were too...
- Hey.

It's no big deal.

I didn't take it to heart. Don't worry.

Master Ip.

- Thank you very much...
- Hey.

Not at all.

All of us are Chinese.

We should help each other out.

That has always been my belief.

Chinese people must help each other out.

Right? Right?

- Yes.
- Spot on.

- Master Law is right.
- He's right.

Okay.

- Hello.
- Master.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight,

the masters in Chinatown

had a conflict with people from the army.

Master Wan is...

He is severely injured.

He's now at the hospital.

Little prick, you're not
answering the phone again!

- Hello.
- Bob.

Where is Ching?

He is practicing with the wooden dummy.

Master Ip, long-distance
calls are expensive.

Bob.

I have cancer.

Are you serious?

Actually, the reason I hurried to America...

is to have a look here and
see if it's right for Ching.

Please let me talk to him.

Hold on.

Your dad is asking for you.

Answer the phone.

I won't take his call.

No way!

Listen to me.

I will only say it once.

Your dad has cancer.

He went to America just
to find you a school.

- Dad.
- Ching.

It was my fault for hitting you last time.

I am sorry.

I know you like martial arts.

I will teach you when I'm back.

Dad.

When will you be home?

I still have something to take care of.

Once it's done, I will be right back.

Bye bye.

Take me to the boot camp.

Mr. Ip, don't go.

I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

I'm a martial artist.

In the face of injustice,
I must stand up and fight.

That was why we took up martial arts.

This is something I want to do.

Just like you want to do cheerleading.

If you're lucky enough to come to America,

set foot on our soil,

then you ought to learn
everything about my culture.

Consider yourselves
incredibly honored to be here.

Incredibly honored!

'Cause America

is the greatest and most
powerful country on earth.

Land of supremacy,

and that is an undisputable fact.

Is that understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

But last night,

I had the unfortunate but necessary task

of demonstrating how an inferior race

can and should be defeated.

I'm sure you will all agree the
results were quite definitive.

So don't even think about
bringing your filthy cultures

to my Marine corp again, is that understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

Racist asshole!

Look around you.

We are the culture.

Your supremacy is pure hatred and bigotry.

This, this is Master Ip Man.

He defeated Colin last night.

And he's here to kick your ass!

No rules.

You fight till you drop.

Is that it?

Huh? Is that all you've got?

You see this?

You're nothing but another
little yellow chink!

Come on!

Let's go!

That's it.

Take the Gunnery Sergeant to Sick Bay.

- Johnson! Harris!
- Move! Move! Move!

Master Ip.

This letter is a bit late.

I am sorry to have kept you waiting.

I appreciate it.

Hey...

Right.

When will you and your son come here?

Actually, the grass is not really greener

on the other side of the fence.

Mr. Ip.

I bought all the medicine you asked for.

I even got you candies and chocolate.

This is my favorite chocolate.

Your son will love it too.

Thank you.

You're so thoughtful.

Dad.

I have thought it through.

I don't want to go to America.

I really like martial arts.

Dad.

Teach me.

Okay.

Self-confidence is the most important thing,

no matter where you are.

Ching.

I will demonstrate once.

Film it.