Tiger Claws III: The Final Conflict

- I thought you said we were going out for a steak.

No.

Yes, you did.

I said, "I'm going for a stakeout.

Would you like to come?"

- Well, if you said that, then why am I dressed like this?

I'm not complaining.

Little Benny said someone's gonna break into that place.

We'll give it 15 more minutes. If nothing happens,

you got your steak.

Okay. You have 15 minutes.

There.

Little Benny was right.

What do you want to do?

Wait 'til he gets in, and then we go.

Come on.

Freeze!

Freeze!

Don't be shy. Show us your face.

Drop your guns!

I'm going to go get some milk, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Put the money in the bag.

Cash! Now! - Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Come on! Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Don't move! Don't move!

Y'all gimme your money!

I don't want any trouble.

Gimme your money!

Okay.

- Hurry up! - Don't shoot.

Yeah, that's right.

The rest of it! The rest of it!

There's no more.

What do you mean there's no more?

Hey!

Old man!

That wasn't very nice, what you did to my friend.

Now, pick him up and apologize.

Okay.

- Now say you're sorry, or I'll put a bullet in your head.

Papal

I'm okay.

Let's go.

So, you still owe me a dinner.

Okay.

Detective Richards and Masterson?

From the warehouse situation?

That's right.

Well, I'm Malcolm Goodman.

They notified me and told me what happened.

I wanted to come down here and personally thank you.

You're the owner?

Not exactly.

You see, the pieces the culprit was attempting to steal

are on loan to us from some fellow in Hong Kong.

I mean, we hoped to buy them for our own museum.

Who's "we"?

Oh, myself and...

other antique collectors.

- Well, what exactly was he trying to steal?

- Why don't you come to our fundraiser and find out?

I'm sure you're gonna find it very intriguing.

$500 a ticket?

No!

Complimentary, of course.

Really, I hope you'll attend.

- NO - - We'd be delighted.

Wonderful! That's fantastic.

Then I'll see you then. - We'll see you there.

Great.

"We'll be delighted"?

That's right.

Looks like I'm gonna get my dinner, after all.

Of all places to hold a fundraiser,

Malcolm has to pick the same theater

that Chong murdered all those people in.

- If you're uncomfortable, we could skip it. Come on.

- Oh no, you don't get out of a date that easy.

Okay.

Thank you.

Why didn't you wear your dress?

- From now on, when I go out with you, I'm wearing pants.

See anyone that looks suspicious?

They all do.

Oh! I am so happy you both could attend.

Really, I mean, I feel so much safer

having both of you here.

- I'm sure everything's gonna be just fine.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm waiting on one more very important guest to arrive,

and then we can begin.

Be nice.

Ah, Mr. Stryker. So glad you're here.

Who's he?

I was getting just a little worried,

your being a little bit late, but I feel much better now.

Looks like a magician.

- If you'd like to come this way...

I can handle it from here.

Tonight, we come together

to rediscover a time before there were any guns.

A time when people lived and died

based on their ability to kill or be killed.

A time in history when being a master --

I see visions of Chong.

This place gives me the creeps.

- Tonight, we're gonna focus on three of the masters.

But even in their days,

they were still called assassins.

Some say they committed suicide.

Others say that God intervened.

Yet others say that they were hired by Satan.

But only one fact remains for sure:

that these were their uniforms.

And these are my gift to the New Year.

I recently received a phone call

from a gentleman named Mr. Stryker Godunov.

Now, Mr. Stryker proceeded to describe for me

an ancient ceremony that was used

to communicate to the spirits.

I have invited Mr. Stryker here tonight

so he can show to all of you

this very special event.

Mr. Stryker.

You see that design on his robe?

Yeah. What about it?

That's Master Jin's insignia.

Oh, I remember him.

He's the one that used to do those bizarre demonstrations

down in Chinatown.

What ever happened to him?

I don't know.

That's the man from the warehouse.

Are you sure?

I'm gonna find out.

Hands on your head!

Let me out of here!

Let me out! Let me out!

Lindal

Wait!

Linda!

No!

Lindal

Tarek?

Tarek!

Tarek.

Tarek.

We don't have to come to these parties anymore.

Linda, hang on, hon.

Hang on, baby.

Linda!

Yeah, yeah, I'm on it. Yeah.

- Richards! Let me get this straight.

You were at a party and no one knew who you were,

and you're telling me three Chinese guys

came outta nowhere and started killing everyone.

- I know it sounds weird, but that's what happened.

Sounds like bullshit, Tarek.

You can come up with something

more believable than that, Tarek, come on.

I don't care if you believe me or not.

You don't care if people are dead?

And you don't give a shit, Tarek?

Is that what you're telling me?

You think I give a shit about your tiger claw shit?

Where you running to, Tarek?

Hey, you're running, huh?

Come on, I'm gonna nail your ass!

I'm gonna nail your ass to the ground, buddy.

Where you running to?

- Where the hell did they come from?

Huh?

The hell?

Stryker.

Master Jin.

Master Jin.

- You really have to do something about those clothes.

But we'll deal with that later.

Right now, I want you to help me finish a little business.

Let's get a table.

Don't just sit there, do something.

That's it.

Oh my god!

Okay, let's get outta here.

- Grab your jackets, let's go. - I'm outta here.

- Get outta here! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Wen!

How ya doin'?

You don't remember me?

Well, let me refresh your memory.

The last time I came in here,

you and your friends said you'd rearrange my face.

Well, I'm here.

I'm sorry.

- Pardon me? - I'm sorry.

Take care of him.

Hey.

- Hey, you got my money for those Ranger tickets?