Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story

Kung fu is more than a system of fighting.

It's a system of thought.

You must outthink your opponent, whatever form he takes,

because some of them will be more than just men.

What else could it be, sifu?

We all have inner demons to fight.

We call these demons fear and hatred and anger.

If you don't conquer them,

then a life of a hundred years is a tragedy.

If you do, a life of a single day can be a triumph.

Don't worry about it. Don't worry.

Excuse me, my son.

Uh, six pints of beer, mate.

No. Aw, come on.

Oh, God, what about that one there?

Hello. Do you mind if I take over? Go on. Piss off!

Big boy!

Hey, look, I'm Fred Astaire!

She's a bit frisky, isn't she?

Oh, yeah. Come on. One, two. Oh, I love it when they fight back.

One, two, come on!

Stay back. Stay back. Back in... Hey, hey! Back in line.

Go, Bobby, go.

What do you want? I want to dance with her.

This one's mine. Get one of your own.

She is one of my own.

Hyah!

Hold it, lads. Leave him to me.

Come on. Try that again.

I'm gonna get you, you little yellow bastard.

Smash your face in. Try it again, eh?

Hey, Bob!

Wanna try this?

Okay.

Papa!

The police were here. They're looking for you!

I know. The sailor's in hospital with a punctured lung.

- He might die. - He was making trouble. He started it.

He's the nephew of the Assistant Police Inspector of Kowloon.

It'll blow over. I can hide out with my friends.

You don't have any friends now!

Ow!

The cops will be back.

I should get out of here.

Sit down.

I've thought a lot about this...

for a very long time.

You'll have to leave Hong Kong. For how long?

Forever.

This is a joke, right? You're joking.

Listen to me, Sai-fong. You'll die in Hong Kong. I've seen it.

You're too superstitious, Papa.

You're a man now, almost.

You have a right to know everything. You had an older brother.

He died... in childbirth.

The demon took him away from us.

The firstborn man-child is very valuable.

So when you were born, I name you Sai-fong, a girl's name.

We dress you in dresses, so the demon wouldn't know I had another son.

I made you speak English, all so we could fool him.

But now he knows.

And he's coming for you.

You must leave tonight.

Where, Papa? Where can I go?

You love American movies.

You love American cars.

- You go to America. - America?

I was in America on tour with the Canton Opera Company in 1940.

San Francisco. Doing The Drunken Princess.

November 27, you were born.

That morning I got you and three good reviews.

I was very proud. Come here. Come here.

This...

is your birth certificate.

"Bruce Lee."

It sounded very American. It sure does.

You were born there. Show this to the immigration man.

They have to let you in.

You need money to go to America.

It's yours.

I saved it for you for a day like today.

I don't know what to say.

Say you'll do better.

Tell me you'll make a big noise in America...

so I can hear it over here.

No.

Do you speak English? Yeah.

I'm practicing my English. Going to America.

I've always wanted to go to America.

James Dean.

French fries.

"Sky's the limit". That's what they say.

"Not a Chinaman's chance". They say that too.

You ever hear that? No.

You know, the Chinese, we built the railroads there.

The Americans, the gwai lo, would lower Chinamens...

over the cliff in baskets to set the dynamite.

Get pulled up too slow. Bang!

Rope break.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Americans say, "not a Chinaman's chance"

and round-eyed gwai lo would laugh.

We're not human to them.

- How do you know? - I'm a history teacher.

Well, things are different now. It's today.

- Sure, sure. Maybe. - I'm different.

Sure. Sure.

I am. You'll see.

Order, please. One pork lo mein, one kung pao chicken.

Hey. Hey.

Hi. My name is April.

Bruce. I know.

Hey, Lee! Clean up!

Hey, Lee! Clean up!

- Lee, clean it up. - Yes, Miss Yang.

Mr. Ho, you're here to cook, not to make trouble.

Go! Fight!

Win! Go, fight, win!

Hit it! Whoo!

Michael! Come on! Yeah!

You know what Margaret Mead...

Go! Fight! Win!

Go, fight, win! Hit it!

"And I have made a mistake, Robert Jor...

Robert Jor... Jordan thought to himself.

I have told the Spaniards...

we could do something better.

Better-err. Better.

than they can."

One order Peking duck.

Ah.

You son of a bitch!

You grab my girl!

I'm on fire!

Give me a knife!

Hoo! Hoo!

Get the son of a bitch! Kill him! Kill him!

Get back inside, all of you!

Come on! Come on!

Sit down.

Two weeks' pay.

Two weeks' severance.

What's this? All-purpose loan.

You got a lot of money, Lee. What you gonna do?

I guess I'd better... I tell you what to do.

Take April on the town.

Buy her nice clothes. Check into big hotel.

Have lots of sex.

Have food brought up to you in bed.

Drink champagne and whiskey.

Now money all gone.

April be gone too, like money.

You come back to me.

I put you back in kitchen, wash dishes to pay back loan.

By that time you're no longer young, you're no longer handsome.

You're nothing but a... dishwasher.

That one choice. There are others.

Like what?

They say education is good. Hmm.

I've heard that. Me, personally,

I hope you go with April.

I can always use a good... dishwasher!

Time's up. Come on, man. I'm not... finished yet.

Yeah, you are. See, we work out every day at 3:00.

See that clock? It's 3:00. Come on.

Where does it say that in the rule book? Ooh. The rule book.

You been readin' the wrong rule books. You gotta read the ones in English.

- What's that mean? See? That's what I mean.

Your kind don't understand English.

My kind? Yeah.

Gooks, chinks. Your kind. You guys killed my dad in Korea.

You think I'm happy to see you in my gym? Don't touch me.

Ooh!

Or what? Huh? Or I'll touch you back.

Come on. Touch me, dink. Come on.

Come on. Touch me, chink. Come on. Hit him, Joe.

Quit looking at 'em and touch me, chink.

Come on, man.

He's scared of you, man.

He's scared.

- Mr. Henderson, we so sorry. - Are you coming?

I have to finish my workout. Might as well finish on you.

Finish this up. Okay, chink, let's go.

Ken, Andy, get off the mat!

Go on, man. I'm gonna kill this guy. You can take him, Joe.

Wait.

What is this? What are you gonna do? Stink me to death?

Come on! Come on.

Wait. Wait. So sorry.

What is this, a fight or a striptease?

Come on! Come on!

- Okay, I ready. - Yeah?

Aah! Very good shadow boxing!

You...

- Chinks can jump real high, huh? - Come on, Joe!

Come on.

Come on. Show him what for, Joe.

Get up, Joe! I'll kill you, bastard!

- I'm no bastard. I'm Bruce Lee.