Yip Man: Jung gik yat jin

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Your pupil is on TV, Dad.

Really?

Did he contact you?

We had tea and he walked me home.

Ip Man was my Dad.

Judging from his scholarly appearance.

Few could tell that

he's a martial arts expert

and Master to a world

renowned action star.

My parents both hailed

from wealthy Foshan families.

Nothing was lacking in our family

until the Japanese came

and seized everything we had.

My two young sisters

were starved to death.

Dad believed a man should see the world,

and he's a man-of-his-own-word.

Despite his chronic stomach illness,

he came alone to Hong Kong in 1949.

Where is this place?

Over there!

Thank you!

You're welcome!

Coming.

Who is it?

I'm looking for Lee Man, my name is lp.

Master lp

Lee's out but he told me to expect you.

Come in.

My name is Leung Sheung.

They say you're famous in Foshan.

Perhaps I can see for myself?

You will, someday.

Why not today?

Please?

Not on an empty stomach!

Hungry? Be right back!

I'm a martial artist myself,

but I've never come across Wing Chun.

I'd love to see it!

I hear it was invented by a woman

and that it's awesome.

I'm ready...

when you are, Master lp!

Let me clear the room...

Don't bother!

You win if you knock me off

this newspaper.

Are you alright?

I'm fine!

Please take me as your pupil, Master lp.

Let's talk after lunch.

Try our local specialty,

meal-on-a-plate.

Indeed, all-in-one!

Fewer dishes to wash, too.

No more four-course meals these days.

That was a lifetime ago for me.

The recent influx of immigrants

made it hard to make a living.

You won't get a job without a sponsor.

But you must have good connections,

so that shouldn't be a problem.

You don't really need a job,

just open a martial arts school.

Not unless it's absolutely necessary.

Don't you want to teach?

Yes, but I don't want to run a school.

Come this way...

This is Master lp.

Hello, Master lp.

Master lp is from Foshan.

His Wing Chun is awesome!

He'll give lessons on our rooftop

from now on.

Please help tidy up

the place and make room.

King! Sei Mui! Give us a hand!

This way, Master!

With capability comes strong personalities,

making it hard to find a sponsor,

and hence a job.

But such is fate.

If Master had a cushy desk job,

he may not have

become the Grandmaster that he is.

If I wasn't heading the Restaurant

Workers' Union

and had a say in most things,

he may never have taught on our rooftop,

and I couldn't have

introduced Wing Chun to others.

Barbecued pork buns!

Chan Sei Mui is a dim sum girl.

She's a huge fan of martial arts novels,

dreams of upholding justice

like her fictional heroines.

Tang Sing is a cop

who doesn't say much

to anyone but Master

and keeps everything to himself.

Lee King is the darling of her factory.

She's tough with a strong sense of justice,

often speaking out for fellow workers.

You should make hay instead!

Wong Tung is a prison warden

who's a quick learner.

Master says he has a temper like a bull.

Ng Chan is a tram driver

and Wong Tung's best friend.

People come from all walks of life.

Yet Master has three "unteachables"

Halfwits,

wise guys,

and those who can't make ends meet

have no business learning kung-fu.

I think what made him the Grandmaster

was his no-nonsense teaching approach.

He's flexible and never rigid,

so all pupils can learn quickly.

Some are always itching to pick a fight.

That move doesn't count!

What are you doing?

Hey...

Enough bullshit! What do you want?

Bullshit? What about you?

You're a lousy player, spare me the crap!

I dare you to repeat that!

With pleasure!

This is chess and you're sh*t!

You're asking for a beating!

You don't scare me!

They seem to know kung-fu.

This is Wing Chun!

The hell it is!

Screw you!

Police? I want to report a brawl!

Please hurry!

I'm not finished with you! Come back...

What about the damages?

Hey!

Take this!

50 cents? Hey...

Come back, kid!

Another mess!

What do you want me to do?

Play deaf, dumb or blind?

We learn from the same Master,

turn a blind eye!

Tang Sing,

we're both civil servants.

You don't scare me

because you're no better than I am.

You put criminals behind bars,

and I watch over them.

So who's more important?

You, of course!

But you trashed someone's shop.

He called us,

and the case is booked.

Tell me what to do!

Figure it out! You're the cop!

I taught you for a year

and you go around picking fights.

If I teach you for another year

either you will kill someone

or someone will kill you.

Kung-fu is pointless if you can't use it.

It is not about picking fights.

Kung-fu is about developing your

physical well being.

There are other ways to achieve that.

Jogging, skipping rope,

football, swimming...

Then why don't you jog?

Stop the backchat!

If I teach you how to swim

you can swim far or save a life.

But never push others into the sea.

Kung-fu is not about picking fights.

Only brutes use force, wise men use virtue.

When practicing kung-fu, integrity is vital.

Here's your punishment...

Polish the wooden dummy.

Master!

Everyone wants to do good.

But in reality

it's never up to us.

Even if you can't help it,

at least try not to hurt someone.

I'm really confused.

What's right and wrong?

I can't tell anymore.

Follow your conscience?

Or go with the flow?

You must choose carefully!

Wing Sing!

Wing Sing!

Man!

Hong Kong's specialty, "meal-on-a-plate".

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