Bulletproof Monk

(MEN GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING TIBETAN)

(SPEAKING TIBETAN)

MASTER MONK:
of my destiny

and the beginning of yours.

When you first came to me,

you were the most undisciplined

youth I had ever laid eyes on.

And yet you proved yourself worthy

to be the next guardian.

You have fulfilled

the three noble prophesies.

You defeated an army of enemies

while a flock of cranes circled above.

And then you battled for love

in the Palace of Jade.

And finally,

you freed brothers you never knew

with the family you never had.

Now you must make the final sacrifice.

You must give up your name.

I have already forgotten it, Master.

(DOOR BANGS SHUT)

The Scroll of the Ultimate.

Whoever reads its words

out loud in their entirety

will gain the power to control the world

and turn it into a paradise or a living hell.

Mankind is not ready for so much power

and may never be.

That is why it is our duty

to protect the scroll

from being read by anyone,

including ourselves.

(MONKEY SCREECHES)

Five times the Year of the Ram has passed

since I became the next

from my honored predecessor,

and his master before him,

and so on, and so on.

I have been protecting

the scroll for 60 years.

Now it is your turn.

(WIND HOWLING)

It is done.

The next 60 years should be

very interesting for you.

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

It's time for me to do

what I've always wanted to do

ever since those pesky British

showed up in 1904.

What's that, Master?

Take a vacation.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

The scroll.

You must protect scroll.

Master! Master!

(MEN SHOUTING)

Stay hidden, no matter what.

Go!

My brother monks,

you have seen the destructive power

which is mine to command.

I also have the power

to leave this blessed monastery in peace.

Enjoy your vacation, Master.

I trust you will do what's best for all of us

and step aside.

No?

(SOLDIER ORDERS IN GERMAN)

SOLDIER:
Fire!

The scroll.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(MACHINEGUN FIRING)

(CRASHING)

(GROANING)

Okay, let's go in.

Anybody home?

(MONKEY CHATTERS)

I don't like monkeys.

The scroll.

You may be good

but you are not bulletproof.

Monk?

Monk?

Monk?

Monk!

Monk!

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Rush hour.

(DIAMONDS AND GUNS PLAYING)

I'm sorry. I'll get that. Sorry.

No problem.

Sorry.

You picked the wrong pocket

to pick, prick!

Sorry about that, Officer.

Nice cuffs.

Officer needs assistance.

Six-foot Caucasian male,

black leather jacket.

Heading north, Bishop Square.

On my way.

Do you see him?

Yep. Got him.

Okay. Get in position. Wait for my move.

Confirming visual on the target.

I got him at 9:
00.

Pick him up. We have a go.

Approaching target now.

Hey!

Go, go, go!

The target is on the run.

Don't let him get away!

COP:
Hey! Stop!

Bishop Square platform. Officer in pursuit!

Hey, man, what's up?

Out of my way, punk! Knock it off!

Coming through!

Get out of the way!

Katie!

Mommy!

Oh, my God. Somebody get her!

MAN:
How'd she get in there?

Katie!

Let's get out of here. Let's go!

Somebody help.

She's stuck. Grab her leg.

Mommy.

It's gonna be okay.

Do it!

MOTHER:
Oh, my God!

Get her out of there!

(TRAIN APPROACHING)

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, baby.

Get ready to pull!

KAR:
You son of a b*tch.

You just lost my whole stash.

Be happy. You helped save a human life.

Yeah, well, last time I checked

there's no reward for that.

Tell me, how did you do that back there?

Practice.

(SCOFFS)

Who the hell are you, anyway?

That's not the question you need to ask.

You should be asking yourself

who you are.

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