Redbelt Page #3

It's a story.

I am a samurai. Should this guardian

defeat me, I will surrender my f***ing belt.

And will he?

We're not selling tickets.

Sell the tickets, sell the show.

And we figure that out on the way to the bank.

The point is,

you've got to sell the show.

Ricardo is the biggest thing in Brazil.

Read the street signs,

we're in America..

...Morisaki is doing his part.

You've got to do yours,

Ricardo's got to do his.

Where the f*** is he?

Pay per view is pulling back

on the promotion.

We need a gimmick.

One more time.

Ricardo brings the old man up

from Brazil.

He fights for the honor of his mentor.

Morisaki brings the belt,

he fights for the emperor.

What do you got?

A grouch match.

It's back to the thirties.

Black against white.

Irish against Jew,

a racial grouch match.

Give me some velocity,

velocity.

Or else,

it's just two monkeys in the ring.

Yeah, we will speak English here in front

of my friend.

- Marty Brown, this is my brother in law.

- Mike Terry, can I have a word with you?

We're trying to do business, Mike.

What do you want?

- I got to talk to you about money.

- Money?

- Yeah.

- You want money?

I tell you what.

Fight on the under garden.

I'll put you in the under garden.

Round robin.

Winner takes home 50,000 dollar.

You got a good chance of take

home the money.

Fight on the under garden.

Joe Collins, the cop.

- Joe Collins, the cop?

- Yeah, your bouncer.

- He worked here several months, now he's...

- All right! All right, I got it.

Did you ever pay him?

- Did I pay him?

- Yeah.

What the f*** do you care?

Did you pay him?

No, I heard you but what business

is it of yours?

The guy has got a family.

I know what the f*** you are saying,

this guy has got a family

and I owe him some money.

And what?

- Is this some business of yours?

- Did you pay him?

I told him as I recall.

He would have to wait for his money.

He got hotheaded and quit.

Yeah, this is Bruno Silva.

Put him on.

Chet Frank just walked into the bar,

without his wife,

without his bodyguard.

No, no.

Get a news crew outside and...

Who did they get the tip from?

Some cabby driving by,

what the f*** do I care.

Chet Frank just walked into my bar.

Would you call the newspapers?

Thank you.

Thank you for stopping by.

How's my sister?

- I'll have paparinga.

- I'll have another one too.

- I take care of the ladies drink.

- How you're doing these days, Chet?

- Everything is a f***ing struggle, you know?

- Take the high ground, Chet.

- Yeah, right.

- The lady thanks you.

Anything for beauty.

- Nobody's tough when it comes to beauty.

- Indeed, indeed.

- Excuse me.

- My pleasure.

I'd like to buy that,

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