Big Trouble In Little China Page #5

Fresh off the boat's the way I like 'em.

The more exotic the better.

Chinese girls do not come with green eyes.

- Too long. Let's go in.

- It's only been ten minutes.

Give the guy a chance.

- So how long you been in the US of A?

- Three months.

- Where from?

- Hong Kong.

What happens? You stay here a while?

Old girls leave, new girls come in?

Maybe. Take your tie off, please.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

My wife gave it to me for Christmas.

Holy sh*t!

Green explosions? People flyin' in and out?

That was not real. I wanna talk to the cops.

I want my truck back.

Now where the hell am I?

- My office. Sit down.

- You sleep in your office?

What I need to get straight is...

These Storms, what are they? Magicians?

- Yeah, sort of. It's hard to explain.

- Try real hard.

If the Storms have Miao Yin,

there's one place they'd go.

Lo Pan. The godfather of Little China,

Mr David Lo Pan.

You mean the Lo Pan that's

chairman of the National Orient Bank

and owns the Wing Kong Trading Company,

but who's so reclusive

that no one has laid eyes on him in years?

Who the hell are you, anyway?

I'm Margo Litzenberger.

I'm with the Berkeley People's Herald.

I've been trying to get somebody from

the press to listen to me about this, Burton.

It's not possible that you saw David Lo Pan.

The bastard's afraid to show his face.

- He's got more enemies...

- He's got Miao Yin. I'm going!

- Are you nuts?

- Who's that?

It's OK, Tara. You can go back to sleep.

- From the airport.

- This morning, sure.

That's why I was there. I was protecting her

civil rights, making sure she gets a chance.

This is just so shocking. I mean,

I mustjust be so monumentally naive.

- You are.

- Now we have to grab your fiance...

Wait a minute! I'm a reasonable guy,

but I've experienced

some unreasonable things.

- It depends on how you look at it.

- The hell it does! So somebody

- tell me what is goin' on!

- The truth?

- I can take it.

- We don't know.

- I'm going now, alone if I have to!

- Where? It's pouring out.

- Lo Pan's. The Wing Kong Exchange.

- The Wing Kong Exchange?

The most dangerous den of madmen

in Chinatown? You can't waltz in like...

Like the wind. Yes, I can, Miss Law.

My mind and my spirits are as one.

- As two. I said I was comin'.

- I'd go with you...

I know. There's a problem with your face.

OK! You people sit tight,

hold the fort and keep the home fires burning.

If we're not back by dawn, call the president.

- This is gonna take crackerjack timing.

- Total concentration. You ready, Jack?

I was born ready.

I love working nights.

Don't get up. Phone company.

All right, boys, where's the main panel?

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