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He'll be in the hospital for at least

three months before he can be moved.

I'm very sorry. I'm very sorry.

I'm sorry.

I want....

I want Tong Po.

Forget about it.

I'm not signing your death warrant too.

Just tell me where he is.

Goddamn it, no.

I don't want any f***ing part of it.

Go home. Wait your three months,

and go home where you're safe.

I don't want your blood on my hands.

I got enough already.

He's going to pay for this.

You hear me?

I'll find him. I don't need your help.

The only way you'll find him

is inside the ring.

And you are not good enough.

No matter where, l'll get him.

You don't understand.

You go after him outside the ring

and we're dead, all of us.

He's too valuable to them.

The only way is inside the ring.

And like I said,

you ain't good enough.

We'll see, okay?

We'll see.

Excuse me, sir, we have to go.

Please, sir. Please.

Hello. May l help you?

Yes, l want to try Muay Thai.

-Oh, really?

-Yes.

I want him. l want Tong Po.

I want to fight him.

-You?

-Yes.

What do you want?

You're really serious

about this Muay Thai sh*t?

-What do you think?

-l think you're out of your mind.

And if l can't stop you, l might know

somebody who will train you.

-Someone?

-Maybe.

Who?

There's only one person crazy enough

to put you in a ring with the Tong Po.

Name's Xian. Lives out in the sticks.

Will he do it?

I don't have any f***ing idea.

That's your problem.

I just know how to find him.

-Let's go.

-And what if he doesn't take you?

-He will. Let's go. Now.

-Now?

F*** now. We're going drinking now.

I don't want to drink.

If you want me to take you tomorrow,

we go drinking tonight.

That's the deal.

Deal.

So, what's it gonna be?

The Pink P*ssy

or The Kitten Candy Club, huh?

I don't suppose

we can just go back to the hotel?

F***, no. Hey, relax.

I know a nice mellow place close by.

Oh, baby, baby, do it, do it.

Oh, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.

-Come on.

-This is your idea of a mellow place?

Oh, yeah.

I don't go to raunchy clubs anymore.

You should see

how she opens a soda bottle.

Move that thong, honey.

Sit, sit, sit, come on.

Bring me my usual.

What do you want to drink?

-Just water.

-Bring him a Perrier.

I just couldn't see

no reason to go back.

Wasn't nothing there for me,

so l stayed.

I'm better off here,

less of a danger to anybody.

Why? What do you do?

Guns, grenades, mines,

armored cars, tanks.

Whatever l can get my hands on.

Don't worry, you're safe with me.

I'm a survivor.

A high-living, slick-talking,

fast-walking, cool-drinking dude.

I just like to enjoy

life's many good pleasures.

Let me tell you about

Tong Po's boss.

Freddy Li,

that's one bad motherf***er.

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