Big Trouble In Little China Page #3

- Right!

- Lords of Death, Jack.

- OK, I'm goin' home. Keep your money.

- Hey, Wang Chi!

- Lookin' for us?

- They know your name.

- That's not good. Let's go!

- My truck!

- Forget it!

Lords of Death controlled by the Wing Kong,

Jack. Just errand boys for the Wing Kong.

Great! Who wiped out all those

yellow turbans? Those guys were winning.

He says it was the Storms. The Three Storms.

Three guys did all that? Listen.

What about that...

whatever it was I ran straight through?

Fast!

Lucky us. We made it.

- All right, where's my truck? I'm outta here.

- Isn't your truck insured?

- Of course it is.

- Then smart man gets it later.

- Smart man calls the cops.

- Cops got better things to do than get killed.

So do I!

Mutual Fidelity Insurers of Sacramento.

Well, there's gotta be a listing, honey.

I pay 'em six G's a year in premiums.

China is here, Mr Burton.

The Chang Sing, the Wing Kong.

- They've been fighting for centuries.

- What does that mean? "China is here"?

I don't know what that means. All I know is,

this Lo Pan character comes out of thin air

in the middle of an alley, while his buddies

fly around, cuttin' everybody to shreds,

and he stands there, waiting for me

to drive my truck straight through him,

- with light comin' out of his mouth!

- Jack, please.

- When did this happen?

- It didn't, not like he says.

Yeah, it did. Two hours ago. Tall guy, weird

clothes. First you see him, then you don't.

Lo Pan appeared on the street?

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't want to alarm you, Uncle.

I'm gonna tell you about an accident

and I don't wanna hear "act of God", OK?

All right, look. What's your name?

Mine's Jack Burton.

- Good afternoon, Mr Wong.

- Eddie Lee, meet my friend, Jack Burton.

- Eddie's the new matre d' here.

- And a whole lot more.

Well, I don't know my policy number.

It's in the glove compartment.

Just look under B-U-R-T-O-N, will ya?

- Jack Burton?

- Yeah.

Boy. The guy you always told me about.

- Then that was your abandoned truck.

- Abandoned, like hell!

Hello. Hello?

Oh, Christ!

Bad news. The Lords of Death

stole it after you ran away.

- They stole my truck?

- Take it easy, Jack. You're with friends.

- We'll find it for you.

- Damn right you will.

And my money. And time is money to a guy

like me. And your phone is dead, by the way.

- How do you think I feel? I lost a whole girl!

- The Lords of Death were only on ajoyride.

Not acting on orders from the Wing Kong.

They just wanted a girl to sell

and Miao Yin got in the way.

Plus, the skirmish you guys stumbled into.

Lo Pan, the word is, ordered the boss of

the Chang Sings, Mr Lem Lee, assassinated.

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