Wing Chun Page #2

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You're not young any more.

It'd be a tragedy to die in another village.

Don't say such things.

I was just trying to be kind. Is that wrong?

Congratulations to Elder Yim

on such an important occasion.

I'm Scholar Wong Hok Chow.

- I've brought my band to celebrate.

- Stop!

Scholar Wong, I appreciate it

very much. Thank you.

That's nothing compared to what

Miss Wing Chun has done for me.

I'm also a great admirer of hers.

- Fabulous!

- Dad, it's time to leave.

You don't have to wait for your fianc.

Let's go! If we miss the lucky hour,

- our family will be cursed.

- Let's go.

We'll never have peace again. Let's go.

Goodbye.

Don't worry, Elder Yim.

I'll look after Wing Chun.

- Why is it so crowded?

- What a great business opportunity!

Excuse me.

Wing Chun, it's time to be embarrassed.

We've invited the magnificent fighter

Sifu Wong to teach you a lesson.

Save it.

When it comes to fighting,

men are always better than women.

Though I can't say

the same about child-bearing.

This time I'm sure to win.

Wing Chun, after this humiliation,

you'll have to stay home and breed.

He's got worse breath than you.

Your father asked you not to fight.

- But my father isn't here.

- That's true.

Fight!

If you can smash this piece of tofu, you win.

If I don't smash you,

I won't consider it a victory.

Sifu!

I'll be serious now.

You flew over the table,

crawl back underneath it.

Surrender?

No!

You're not surrendering?

Continue the beating please!

No, it's not a beating, it's a lesson.

Sifu Wong, you shouldn't have.

You'd be better off collecting cow dung.

Let's get out of here.

There's a beautiful girl there

selling herself to bury her husband.

Whose husband died? Lucky woman.

This lady's husband died without

leaving any money for the funeral.

She owes the inn five taels of silver too.

She's selling herself for at least 10 taels

of silver to clear her debts. Any bidders?

- Eleven.

- Twelve.

- Eleven taels of gold!

- Twelve!

- Hey.

- Huh?

- What?

- Huh?

Look how desperate you are!

You're drooling all over her.

Bullshit, I just admire

her faithfulness to her husband.

If she ends up with

some dirty old man, she'll suffer.

If you want to help this lady,

you've got to be sincere.

I wonder if you're really willing

to part with your money.

Not willing!

- It's OK, don't force him.

- It doesn't matter. How much?

I don't print money!

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

- This five taels are for you.

- Thank you, Sifu Yim.

Take this for your husband's funeral.

Use the remaining money to go home.

Thank you. I don't have a place to go

back to, can I stay with you today?

You can stay...

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