What I'd like to do today is get your version
of what happened.
Oh, you mean the truth?
Of course.
First, just state your name and your occupation
for the record.
Egg Shen. Bus driver.
What kind of bus and where, please?
Oh. Tour bus.
Bus for tourists.
San Francisco, Chinatown.
Before we get to the meat of this thing,
do you at the present time
have any knowledge of the whereabouts
of a Mr. Jack Burton or his truck?
Oh, God! Will you leave him alone?
Mr. Shen, please.
You could be in a great deal of trouble.
Half a city block explodes in a ball of green flame,
and there are people who say you're involved,
that you might be responsible,
that you're a very dangerous man.
Now, if you're protecting Jack Burton...
You leave Jack Burton alone!
We are in his debt.
He showed great courage.
OK.
But if I'm going to be your attorney,
there are a few things that I have to know
that still don't make any sense to me...
like, uh, you really believe in magic?
You mean Chinese black magic?
Yes.
Oh, absolutely.
Are you still serious about this?
And, uh, monsters and ghosts as well, I suppose?
Oh, sure. And sorcery.
And I suppose that you
expect me to believe in sorcery as well?
Of course.
Why?
Because it's real.
How can I know that, Mr. Shen?
How?
Yes. How? Help me out here.
Please. How?
See?
That was nothing,
but that's how it always begins,
very small.
This is Jack Burton in the Pork-Chop Express,
and I'm talking to
whoever's listening out there.
Like I told my last wife, I says,
"I never drive faster than I can see,
besides, it's all in the reflexes."
You just listen to the old Pork-Chop Express
and take his advice on a dark and stormy night.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot maniac
taps your favorite head up against a barroom wall
and asks you if you've paid your dues,
remember what old Jack Burton always says at a time like that.
"Have you paid your dues, Jack?"
"Yes, sir. The check is in the mail."
I'm not saying that I been everywhere
and I done everything,
but I do know
it's a pretty amazing planet we live on,
and a man would have to be some kind of fool
to think we're all alone in this universe.
Honk, honk!
You're going even?
I bet even.
I know it's odd.
All right, even! Another! Come on!
You want one more?
I'll buy some experience.
No. It's odd.
It's even. You know it.
Let's play some fan-tan, buddy boy!
Three!
I knew it!
Heaven and earth. What can I tell you?
Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!
Did you like that one?
What did he say, Wang? In English.
Something about beginner's luck,
but he quits.
What is this? It's a brand-new day.
The man's still got 100 bucks.
I won't complain.
I'd have lost my shirt soon.
It breaks my heart to do this,
but next time I'm down here,
you'll gang up on poor old Jack.
No.
Sure.
No!
Not next time.
Now.
I hope this won't get ugly now.
I thought what we were here,
racial differences notwithstanding,
was just a couple of old friends, both Californians...
Ah, shit, Wang. It's only a game.
Nothing or double...
This knife...
cuts this bottle in half.
Nothing or double.
Bullshit.
Nothing or double.
Why?
I need the money.
I got near 1,000 bucks.
1,148,Jack.
OK.
But not that bottle.
This bottle.
OK.
You're out of your mind,
but God bless you!
It's all in the reflexes.
It always works at home.
Have me over for dinner.
In the meantime, pay up, 1,148 bucks times 2.
I can't pay.
I didn't hear that.
I'm just a poor Chinese boy.
Yeah? You own a restaurant.
That's a hell of a lot more than me.
I meant I don't got the money on me.
That's what I thought. Where's your truck parked?
First, I got to go somewhere.
Let's meet at my restaurant in a few hours.
Where you got to go?
The airport.
Over my dead body.
If need be.
I'll follow you.
You don't trust me?
That reminds me of an old Chinese joke.
I'll take you.
You were going to follow me.
I came to my senses.
Who are we picking up?
A girl.
Where from?
Peking. This is a big day in my life.
I should have gone home and gotten 40 winks.
I picked up girls from everywhere else, but never from China.
She pretty?
I'm going to marry her, Jack.
Oh, God!
I've known her since we were kids.
I haven't seen her in five years.
I worked my fingers till they bled.
I saved every nickel to bring her here.
I can't eat or think properly without her anymore.
She's going to put my life in order.
Boy, listen to me. Real tough guy, huh?
You sound a little nervous, pal.
That's why the bottle didn't slice!
My mind and my spirit
are going north and south.
Flight number 26 has just arrived
at gate number seven.
Whoa!
Who is that?
She has green eyes. That's very rare.
How can you tell from here?
Not her. She's trouble.
Miao Yin!
Beautiful green eyes like creamy jade.
Trouble, huh?
Can I ask you a serious question?
Absolutely not.
Then, would you consider just jumping right into...
Never with someone in your condition.
What's my condition?
Try standing downwind. It's Miller time.
You know what I say when it's Miller time?
Wait a minute.
Hey!
Don't!
Don't what?
Chinatown's Lords of Death street gang.
This isn't good. What are they doing here?
Your passport.
Tara!
Miao Yin!
Excuse me.
Miao Yin.
Excuse me.
Oh!
Let's you and me have a little talk.
What? Where'd you get that?
Ahh!
Wait a minute, pal.
Ahh!
Get that one!
Jack! Come on, Jack!
Where?
Uh, call the cops!
Son of a bitch must pay.
All right. Why did they steal your girl?
Why isn't Central Park safe anymore?
The world's full of hoodlums!
That American girl back at the airport
seemed to know something was up.
She's nuts! She's a lawyer.
She's a what?
Aw, come on!
What the hell!
They stay at this clubhouse.
To sharpen their knives? Where is it?
Thank you.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
I am Mr. Egg Shen with his wonderful tour today.
Sit back. Enjoy yourselves.
Long time ago, Chinese men with Gold-Rush fever
flooded into California, what we call
mountain of gold,
leaving behind their wives and children,
working for years
to complete the Transcontinental Railroad,
saving all their pennies,
and then they sent for their families
to help build this beautiful Chinatown
you see outside your window this fine warm day.
Go down that alley.
What alley?
Go right now!
Where the hell are we?
Come on, Jack.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I don't suppose you saw...
No.
Keep moving.
Is it a parade?
A funeral. Fighting Tong. They're Chang Sings.
Don't panic, Jack.
They're OK. They're good guys.
Maybe we should try a different alley.
Wang... these guys, these Sing Dings, they got enemies?
Wing Kong.
Holy shit!
These guys are animals, Jack.
Shit!
Ah!
Ahh!
Ja!
Yo ho!
Aii!
What's happening, Wang?
Chinese standoff.
A what?
Don't make a sound.
Aahhh!
Aaahhh!
Hiya!
Hiyit!
Dit!
Hhhhh!
Who's that?
Oohhh!
Daa!
Dooo!
Ooo!
Doooh!
Oooowha!
- Howha! - Howha!
Hi! Hi!
Yip!
Grrrr!
No questions!
Get out of here!
Eeee!
Jack!
I think it was Lo Pan!
Who?
Aaahhhh!
Oh!
Aaahhhh!
Don't look, Jack!
I already did! I can't see!
It's OK. It's only temporary.
Over here!
Bend over.
Yeah. Yeah.
I ran straight through him.
How the hell could I run straight through him?
It only appeared that way.
Lords of Death, Jack.
OK. I'm going home. Keep your money.
Wang Chi, looking for us?
They know your name.
That's not good. Let's go!
My truck!
Forget it!
The Lords of Death
are controlled by the Wing Kong.
Great! Who wiped out
all those yellow turbans up there?
Those guys were winning.
He says it was the storms, the three storms.
What about whatever it was I ran straight through?
Fast!
Lucky us. We made it.
Where's my truck? I'm out of here.
Isn't your truck insured?
Of course.
Smart man gets it later.
Smart man calls the cops.
Cops don't want to get killed.
Mutual Fidelity Insurers of Sacramento.
There's got to be a listing!
I pay them six Gs a year.
China is here, Mr. Burton.
The Chang Sing, the Wing Kong,
they've been fighting for centuries.
What does that mean... China is here?
I don't even know what that means.
All I know is,
this Lo Pan character suddenly appears
in the middle of an alley,
and he just stands there
waiting for me to drive my truck through him!
Jack, please!
Hello.
When did this happen?
It didn't, Uncle Chu.
Yeah, it did. Tall guy, weird clothes.
Is this just a switchboard?
Lo Pan appeared on the street?
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want to alarm you.
It's an accident, not an act of God.
Look, what's your name? Mine's Jack Burton.
Good afternoon, Mr. Wong.
Eddie Lee, meet Jack Burton. He's a maitre d'.
And a whole lot more.
I don't know my policy number.
Just look under B-U-R-T-O-N, will you?
Jack Burton?
Yeah? Oh. Go ahead.
Boy! The guy you always told me about, huh?
Then that was your abandoned truck.
Abandoned like hell.
Yeah. Hello?
Ha, ha, ha! Aw, Christ!
The Lords of Death stole it after you ran away.
They stole my truck?
We'll find it for you.
You're damn right you will.
Money and time are important to me.
Your phone is dead.
I lost a girl.
The Lords of Death were joyriding,
not acting on any orders from the Wing Kong.
They wanted a girl. Miao Yin was there.
That skirmish happened
because Lo Pan ordered the boss of the Chang Sings assassinated.
That was his funeral.
It was a war.
Don't panic. It's only me, Gracie Law.
Great.
Just passing through the neighborhood?
This is my neighborhood.
Sure, it was a war.
Anybody there went to the hell of being cut to pieces.
Hell of what?
Chinese have a lot of hells.
Why is Gracie Law here?
She can't get enough of me.
You know I'm always poking my nose where it doesn't belong.
This mix-up is my fault, sort of.
But I heard those punks that jumped me
took the girl they kidnapped
to the White Tigers for a quick sale.
Who was she?
My fiancée.
The White Tigers?
If we get there tonight, we can buy her back.
A search warrant's too complicated.
Hold it. I'm feeling like an outsider.
You are.
Jack, I need more help.
I can't pay you today.
I need cash for Miao Yin.
It's gonna cost. She's got green eyes.
Oh, no. That's an extra to these people.
What people?
Look, this Lo Pan I ran over... through...
has spirit medium powers.
His flesh and his bones are atomized.
He becomes a dream.
What?
That's an exaggeration.
Please, help me, OK? I got a great idea.
Relax.
I am relaxed.
I'd go with you, but those slavers know my face,
and they'd want to push it in.
No, they won't.
Jack, my destiny rests in your capable hands.
I'll try.
Trick them.
OK.
Look stupid.
He does.
Boy, it sure is raining cats and dogs.
The cab driver said... he told me that I could...
Well, that the White Tiger would...
Oh. Uh, just a minute, please.
Excuse me for a second, guys. I think I know that car.
What's she doing now?
Strange girl.
That building. The White Tiger.
It's creepy. Do we have to go in?
I will, if we have to.
I'll do anything to get my story.
One of our best men is inside now.
How are you, ma'am? Henry Swanson's my name,
and excitement's my game.
Cash or charge?
Oh, gosh. Cash, I guess.
It's not deductible, is it?
Ha, ha, ha!
Mrs. O'Toole will take care of your needs.
I wish these were in color.
I'm in the mood for a girl with green eyes.
Price is no object.
I like them fresh off the boat.
The more exotic, the better.
Chinese girls do not come with green eyes.
Let's go in.
It's only been 10 minutes.
Give the guy a chance.
How long you been in the U.S. Of A?
Three month.
Where from?
Hong Kong.
What happens? You stay a while,
old girls leave, new girls come in?
Maybe.
Take your tie off, please.
I know what you mean.
My wife gave it to me for Christmas.
Holy shit!
Wow!
- Aah! - Aah!
Aaah!
Oh! Aah!
No! Uhh!
Green explosions, people flying around?
That was not real.
I want to talk to the cops.
Where am I?
My office.
You sleep in your office?
These guys... I mean, these storms...
What are they, magicians?
Sort of. It's hard to explain.
Try hard.
Here. Drink.
They'd only take Miao one place.
Lo Pan.
Yes.
The godfather of Little China,
David Lo Pan.
The owner of the Wing Kong Import/Export Trading Company,
who's so reclusive no one's seen him in years?
Who are you?
I'm Margo Litzenberger.
I'm with...
I've been trying to get somebody, anybody from the press
to listen to me about this.
You couldn't have seen Lo Pan.
He's hiding. He's got enemies...
I'm getting Miao Yin back.
Who's that?
It's OK, Tara. You can go back to sleep.
From the airport.
Sure. I was protecting her civil rights,
making sure she gets a chance.
This is just so shocking.
I must be monumentally naive.
You are.
Now we have to grab your fiancée...
I'm a reasonable guy,
but I've just experienced unreasonable things.
Somebody, I don't care who,
tell me what is going on.
The truth?
I can take it.
We don't know.
I'm going now!
Where? It's pouring out.
The Wing Kong exchange.
The most dangerous den of madmen in Chinatown?
You can't waltz in there...
Like the wind.
I can. My mind and spirit are as one.
As two. I'm coming.
I'd go, but...
I know. There's a problem with your face.
Sit tight.
Keep the home fires burning.
If we're not back by dawn,
call the president.
This is gonna take crackerjack timing, Wang.
Total concentration. You ready, Jack?
I was born ready.
I love working nights!
Don't get up, don't get up.
Phone company. Boys, where's the minipanel at?
Probably through here, huh?
Wang.
Good work, Jack. I think they actually fell for it.
Yeah.
Hey.
Last time, the problem was caused by squirrels chewing through the wires.
Where's that central junction box?
I think it's down there.
What does that say?
Hell of boiling oil.
You're kidding.
Yeah. It says keep out.
We've got to do something.
Hmm.
Goat butts against the edge,
and its horns become entangled.
I haven't had the pleasure.
Miss Gracie Law, Mr. Egg Shen.
Egg's our local authority on Lo Pan.
He's helping us out.
How? It's been two hours.
Let's beat down the door.
No. We have to gather our strength.
Now there's clouds and thunder...
The image of difficulty at the beginning.
Mmm. But finally we shall bring order
out of chaos.
Look.
Yeah. What you got here
is two people dragging a third.
Miao Yin.
You did that, right?
I guess so. I hope so.
Jack, check this out.
What is this, Chinese or something?
Counting backwards?
Not backwards. Downwards.
Of course the Chinese mix everything up.
Look what they're working with.
There's Buddhism, Confucianism,
and Taoist, alchemy and sorcery.
We take what we want and leave the rest,
just like your salad bar.
But there's one thing
even David Lo Pan must acknowledge.
All movement in the universe
is caused by tension between positive and negative furies.
When the furies are out of balance...
As in Lo Pan, who is cursed...
The people turn into immortal demon...
An evil existing only to plague the living.
Well, then, what you're saying is,
David Lo Pan... what is he, a ghost?
He plays at being a man.
A creature of vast, dark, destructive power.
We're out this hatch and up the cables.
Is that brilliant, or what?
The cable is three stories high and covered with grease.
It's real. At least we know where we stand.
Yeah, in deep shit.
What?
What the hell?
Shit!
Did you think they'd let us walk in like the wind?
That was your damn point!
My point was to find Miao Yin
and get your truck back!
I'll buy another one!
There's only one Miao Yin!
Jesus Christ! Where are we?
Hell of the upside-down sinners!
Hiya!
Uh! Uh!
Uh!
Hey, you. Come on over here and fight like a man.
Oh, shit, Jack.
I don't like the looks of this.
Where are we, Wang?
You are nowhere!
Oh, boy.
Look, we came here to see David Lo Pan.
Ah?
David Lo Pan.
You have succeeded, Mr. Burton.
What, you? I don't get this. I thought Lo Pan...
Quiet! You are not on this world to "get it."
Lo Pan is like...
Nothing you can understand.
There are many mysteries, many unanswerable questions,
even in a life as short as yours.
We should still ask. Like, where's my truck?
You are looking for a girl
with green eyes.
Yes!
She must be something extraordinary.
Oh, I'm not about to waste another 2,000 years.
There aren't many Chinese girls with green eyes.
There never were.
Beggars can't be choosers.
I can!
Tell me about Miao Yin, huh?
What province is she from? Hunan?
Her mother, her father?
He must be a holy man.
You got a tongue, Dave. Ask her yourself.
Mr. Burton, if you have influence
over your youthful friend,
exert it now!
Otherwise, you will both be brought to the hell
where people are skinned alive!
Are you crazy? Is that your problem?
He means it.
My problem is this place.
This place is my tomb. I'm buried here.
A young man, a king, a warrior, is entombed
in this old man's crippled body.
And all I need is a woman, Mr. Burton...
a special kind of woman with dragon-green eyes
to make me whole again
so I may rule the universe from beyond this grave.
Ching Dai, God of the East.
Who, him?
Not me.
My demon. The god I must appease
in order to regain my heart, my blood.
A girl with green eyes to satisfy Ching Dai,
a girl brave enough to embrace the naked blade.
I will marry her.
Never!
My curse will be lifted!
You'll rule from beyond the grave.
Indeed!
Or check into a psycho ward, huh?
Jack, will you...
I'm supposed to buy this shit?
2,000 years, and he can't find one broad
to fit the bill?
There have been others, to be sure.
There are always others.
You seem to know the difficulties
between men and women,
how seldom it works out.
And yet, we all keep trying, like fools.
Who are these people? Friends of yours?
This really pisses me off!
Come on, stick around.
Where's Miao Yin? In this building?
Safe.
Where!
Safer with me than any creature on earth.
Go ahead, give us the runaround.
But this woman has a deadline,
and her pen is mightier than your sword.
No visitors. I don't make the policy.
Come on, man.
Give them a tour. What's it gonna hurt?
Ha, ha, ha!
I can help you.
You OK, Jack?
Yeah.
We're in a room, no windows,
a few skeletons.
Where's the light coming from?
The floor.
With the easing of trade restrictions...
Next year, we will start importing strange things from Peking.
What sort of strange things?
Are we going up or down?
It feels like down.
Great.
Thank you, Jack.
I think we've come up.
First we went down, then they brought us up.
Two, three-feet thick.
Probably welded shut and covered with brick.
That's OK.
Let's just chew our way out.
Lo Pan has plans for us.
Which Lo Pan? The basket case on wheels
or the tall roadblock?
They're the same.
You know something you're not telling me, Wang.
Myths and legends.
I don't want to insult you.
No, go ahead.
Insult me.
It's about all sorts of scary things...
An ancient army of the dead,
the spirit city,
and monkey sacrifices
and the first emperor of China,
that mad monarch who federated our seven warring states,
defeated Lo Pan, and imposed upon him
that curse of no flesh in 272 B.C.
Chinese hear these things when we're kids.
Then we grow up...
and pretend not to believe them.
No horseshit, Wang?
No horseshit, Jack.
I don't blame you.
I'm Chinese, and I don't even want to believe it.
But it's for real... sorcery, Chinese black magic.
Blindfolds!
You make one move...
Ahh!
Now, let's try that again.
Don't make me kill you.
Come on! Come on, Jack!
Come on!
How?
Hhhhhhh!
Ohhhh!
Aaah!
Aah!
Uhh!
Great work, Jack.
Yeah.
We're all inside... me, Gracie, and Margo.
Uncle Chu and Egg are outside, ready to go.
Here, Jack.
Hey, I'll trade you.
Which way? Fast, before they wake up.
There, I think. Down there.
Yaah!
No pathetic excuses.
I smell the blood of human beings.
Find them!
Boil them until their flesh falls off.
You heard me!
Empty.
Oh, Miao Yin.
I need you, Miao Yin.
You, whose eyes flash like emerald lightning.
Ching Dai...
make me flesh again soon...
please.
Let's go. It's clear.
- Safety. - Oh, yeah.
Wang!
Aah!
First time you ever plug somebody?
Of course not.
Come on!
Do we want to go up or down?
Up or down?
Up!
All has become...
strange.
A world so unreal and yet,
at once so frightening.