Big Trouble In Little China Page #4

- That was his funeral.

- It was a war, Eddie.

- What are you doing here?

- Don't panic. It's only me, Gracie Law.

Great.

Just passing the neighbourhood

on a dark and stormy night?

- This is my neighbourhood.

- Sure it was a war.

And anybody that showed up was gonnajoin

Lem Lee in the hell of being cut to pieces.

- Hell of being what?

- The Chinese have a lotta hells.

- And what the hell is Gracie Law doing here?

- She can't get enough of me.

He wishes. Look, you know me.

I'm always pokin' my nose where it

doesn't belong and, I admit it,

this mix-up is my fault, sort of.

But I have it on good advice that the punks

thatjumped me and took his truck,

they took the girl they kidnapped to the

White Tiger's for a quick sale. Who was she?

- My fiance. The White Tiger's?

- Oh, God. I'm sorry.

If we go tonight, we can buy her back.

A warrant's too complicated,

- violence out of the question...

- Hold it! Slow down.

- I'm feelin' like an outsider here.

- You are!

Jack, listen. I need more of your help.

I can't pay you today, OK?

- Sh*t.

- How can I? I need the cash for Miao Yin.

- And it's gonna cost. She's got green eyes.

- Seriously? That's an extra.

It's like leather bucket seats: double the price.

- Look, this Lo Pan I ran over... through...

- Has spirit-medium powers.

Like the immortals.

His flesh and his bones are atomised.

He becomes the dream.

- What?

- That's an exaggeration, Jack, I promise.

Please, help me.

I got a great idea.

- Relax.

- I am relaxed.

Look, this is as far as I go,

because I'm a dead giveaway, see?

I'd go in there with you, but they know

my face and they'd wanna push it in.

- Not while I'm around.

- It's all up to you now, Jack.

My destiny rests in your capable hands.

- I'll do my best.

- Make them drop their guard.

- I'll try.

- Look stupid.

He does.

Boy, it sure is rainin' cats and dogs.

The cab driver said... He told me that I could...

Well, that the White Tiger would...

Just a minute, please.

Excuse me for a second, guys.

I think I know that car.

What's she doing now?

Strange girl.

That building there. The White Tiger.

God, it's creepy. Do we have to go in?

Because I will, if we have to.

I'll go anywhere or do anything

to get my story. It's my big break.

Just sit tight. We've got one of our best men

inside right now, stirring the pot.

How do you do, ma'am? Henry Swanson's

my name and excitement's my game.

- Cash or charge?

- Gosh! Cash, I guess.

I mean, it's not deductible, is it?

Mrs O'Toole will take care of your needs.

Boy, I wish these were in colour.

Because what I really am

in the mood for is a girl with green eyes.

And price is no object, Mrs O'Toole.

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