Revenge of the Green Dragons Page #3

you're in charge of collections.

I'm not your brother.

Speak English, motherf***er.

Look, I just wanna see

you guys stay alive, okay?

Pathetic.

Let me guess, you heard nothing,

saw nothing.

But your friend is in there with

eight bullets in his chest.

Help me out, little brother.

Go f*** yourself, big brother.

If you think of anything, call me.

Hey.

You know, Big Nose

going to be all right.

How do you know that?

You probably don't know this, but

I can read someone's future

by looking at their face.

Can I?

Our entire life is

mapped out in the eyes,

the nose, but most

importantly the mouth.

It tells how your life will end.

You have a beautiful mouth, Sonny.

Lies do not come easily for you.

If you live past this year,

you'll live a long life.

Authorities say a Venezuelan trawler

ran aground tonight in

the Long Island Sound

in an apparent attempt to smuggle dozens

of Chinese men, women and

children into the country.

Once the ship was

marooned on the sandbar,

many were left to swim for their lives.

I think we tell the families

it was an act of God.

We could've made a fortune today.

Winning at mahjong doesn't

mean winning every hand.

How many Chinese are there, Paul,

waiting to get here. A billion?

Now this, Sam, this is different.

They ran the f***ing boat

right up onto the beach.

Don't you get it? They're like rats.

You let one in, you get 10.

The next month, that 10 turns into 100!

Yeah, no, I will.

You all right?

I was nine when my mother died.

I can still remember her eyes.

She was so scared.

They fished me out,

gave me to another family.

It's a risk, bringing people to America.

It takes 20 men to get one of you here.

Still, only three in five make it alive.

So why do they do it?

Why do I do it?

'Cause they pay you, what...

Ten grand?

Thirty.

Look, a dishwasher here

works like a slave.

But he has hope. He can

dream of something better.

A fisherman in China,

he'll never be anything

but a fisherman in China.

Listen, little brother.

I know how you feel.

Please, Dai Lo, let me have my revenge.

You'll get your revenge.

You want back at the White Tigers?

Yes, Dai Lo.

Then obey me.

Always, Dai Lo.

You take eight bullets and live.

More than any Dragon ever!

I swear to you on my honor,

you get revenge you deserve.

On the streets,

you learn to protect what's yours.

There were always the back and forths,

the eye for an eye.

When the White Tigers shot up our place,

they were looking for trouble.

We were more than happy

to return the favor.

Let's rock 'n' roll!

It's a trap, motherf***er!

Let's go!

You ain't sh*t, I Chung.

You Dragons ain't sh*t.

We Tigers wipe our asses

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