Ip Man 3 (葉問 3) (葉問3)

"1959 Hong Kong"

"Ip Man's older son was studying in Foshan."

"Ip Man lived in Hong Kong with his wife and younger son."

"He taught Wing Chun and promoted the martial arts."

"5th Floor"

Master Ip

Morning!

So early?

Master Ip, it's me.

You don't recognize me?

Siu Long.

When I was little, I asked to study with you.

You said I needed to grow up first.

Please, take me as a disciple.

And why should I accept you?

Because I will be your greatest disciple.

How are you so sure?

Because I'm fast.

How fast?

Not fast enough, kid.

Can you be faster?

Not bad.

But did you really kick the water,

or just think you did?

Licorice, licorice...

Come on, somebody's fighting.

Fight! Fight!

Come on.

Cheung Fong of Wing Chun.

Ip Ching of Wing Chun.

Stop! Stop fighting.

I told you two not to fight.

Big trouble. It's not the first time.

Break the shell, then remove the yolk.

What's with the ring?

The old folks say that adding silver

can help with bruising.

So, why were you fighting today?

It's always over whose Kung Fu is best.

I should've kept an eye on them.

What a fight. They really got hurt.

It's Ching's fault. He's so naughty.

So, where is this boy's father?

Cheung Fong is new here.

His dad picks him up quite late.

Fong, what does your dad do?

Is he always this busy?

Rickshaw puller.

Sorry, sorry.

- Sorry, Miss Wong. - Master Ip-

I was busy at the Kung Fu school.

I'm sorry for being late.

Let me see.

Ah, Ching. What's this about?

Both kids were at fault here.

So, I wanted all the family heads here.

Right. Is Fong's dad here yet?

I need to apologize to them.

No. Like you, he's late.

No problem. Work comes first.

Don't eat that.

- You can't eat it. - Put it down.

The boy is hungry.

Miss Wong, how about this:

let's give them dinner first.

- Just let his father know, okay? - Okay.

Okay, Wing-sing?

Of course.

Fong, have dinner with us, okay?

Take your book bag.

- Take care. - We're off.

Thank you.

- Very kind, Master Ip. - Sorry to trouble you.

- Thank you, Mrs. Ip. - Bye.

Bye.

Come on, Fong, eat up. Don't be shy.

Yeah, Fong!

Make yourself at home. Eat.

Eat up.

Darling, the fish is delicious.

Cheung Fong -

not bad.

Who taught you?

My dad. Can you fight?

A little.

I'm Cheung Fong's dad.

Is my son there, please?

Yes he is.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Cheung.

Please, come in.

Fong, your dad's here.

Master.

Disciple.

Tell me what went on today.

The kids were naughty, and they fought.

They'll learn in time.

Come here, Ah Ching.

Disciple-

Aren't you going to apologise?

Ah Ching is at fault, too.

Ip Ching, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Cheung Fong.

Shake hands.

See, look. You're friends now.

I've taken you out of your way.

I apologize, Mr Cheung.

Good to meet you, Master Ip.

I saw Fong working the wooden man.

He's good. He's been taught well.

Too kind.

But it's late.

You should rest.

I'll see you off.

Master-

Uncle Ip has a wooden man, too.

Do you know him?

Yes.

Uncle Ip is very famous.

But one day...

I'll be more famous.

Which of you

is better at Kung Fu?

Who do you think?

You, of course!

Let's go.

Let me take a look. Does it hurt?

No.

It's about to start.

Hurry! Hurry!

Bet on the winner.

- I told you, follow my lead. - Great.

One at a time!

Bigger bets, bigger wins.

Move. Get outta the way.

Cheung Tin Chi, Cheung Tin Chi

How are you doing?

Come on, come on.

Brother Sang, Brother Sang.

- The boss is here. - What?

The boss is here.

Not bad, kid.

Go.

Hit hard, fast.

Hey boss.

Come on.

- Wait here, I'll be right back. - Okay.

Boss-

Don't worry.

I've got it under control.

Two weeks' payment.

- Open it. - Okay.

You did well.

- Thank you. - And what about that other business?

What- the school?

No problem. Give me one month.

Sorry, no. Two weeks.

C'mon...

Okay, I love a challenge.

Deal.

Remember, I want that school.

The rest means nothing without it.

Yes. Understood.

What kind of Kung Fu is that?

Wing Chun.

It's really powerful.

Martial artists come here every day.

We chat, we drink tea...

Each school has its own table.

Master Tin.

- Master Chan, a rising star- - Master Tin.

He has a lot of students.

Master Chan.

Now, this table is amazing.

The best of the best.

It's my table.

Master Tin.

Just kidding.

The real champions sit there-

That's the Wing Chun table.

Master Tin.

Ah, Lik. Where's your master?

There he is.

Master Ip.

Master Tin, have you eaten?

No. Your treat?

Of course!

You know Master Ip, of course?

- Master Ip, hello. I'm Lee. - How do you do.

- Mr. Lee. - Hello.

Lee is a reporter,

and quite keen to write about martial arts.

He'll take photos, too.

- Great. - Okay with you, Master Ip?

- Of course. - Thank you so much.

- Master Lee, right here. - Too kind.

- Master Ip, the center seat. - No, no.

- It's yours. - No, really.

No, it's fitting. Sit down.

Master Ip, telephone.

I should take this, if it's all right.