This is the biggest kumite ever.
We got fighters from all over.
I've been assigned by the IFAA...
...to help you
and the other North American fighters...
...to find your way around.
I'm gonna make sure
you guys give it your best.
And don't disqualify by fighting
outside the arena.
The Triad, they are like the Mafia...
...is allowing us
to hold kumite here this time.
Here it comes, man, the Walled City.
Not a place for outsiders.
You are in Hong Kong.
But you are about to cross
an invisible border into mainland China.
No joke, man.
It's a run-down piece of no-mars-land...
...in the middle of a tourist paradise.
It goes back to the old lease agreement
between Great Britain and China.
Once you step out of the sunlight
into the narrow corridors...
...it's time to protect your nuts, guys.
Okay, USA!
"Okay, USA!"
Okay, guys.
First, you'll show the Black Dragon boys
your invitation.
Then you got to qualify
and prove to them...
...you can step onto the runway
and not get killed.
Got it?
You got it?
It says he represents the Tanaka clan.
You don't look like Tanaka.
Shidoshi Tanaka trained me.
What's the hold up?
He says Senzo Tanaka is his Shidoshi.
What's the difference
if Bruce Springsteen is his Shidoshi?
If Senzo Tanaka is his Shidoshi...
...then show us the dim mak.
What the hell is a dim mak?
Death touch.
Thanks.
Vic, choose a brick.
Okay, Frank.
What about this one?
No!
Bottom one.
Son of a bitch!
Is that good enough, guys?
We honor your invitation.
No shit, you honor his invitation!
That was great.
Very good, but brick not hit back.
Here's a picture
of the man we're looking for.
His name is Frank Dux.
We have reason to believe
Frank is here in Hong Kong.
His name was on a list...
...on a flight from San Francisco
two days ago.
Two days ago?
Maybe he already left,
went somewhere else.
Asia's a very big place, you know.
We were hoping
you'd hold onto this for reference.
We're here because Frank is
fighting in the kumite...
...and we're here to stop him.
The kumite?
Yes.
Inspector Chen...
...we all know the kumite
is happening here in Hong Kong.
And we all know it's going on
over the next three days.
All we want you to do is
pass this picture out to your men.
If they spot Dux,
they give us a call at our hotel. Simple.
My men already overworked.
- If it's too much trouble, forget it...
- Inspector...
We're all overworked,
but we need your help.
I'll see what can be done.
You know where to reach us.
You'll come upstairs with me
for an interview.
Like hell! Let go of me.
You want Hussein, no?
No. Hussein is an asshole.
What did you call me?
You want me to spell it out for you?
Leave the girl alone.
He is the American shithead
who makes tricks with bricks.
Guess the kumite starts
one day earlier this year, huh?
- Look, guys, let's all calm down, okay?
- No.
She is coming with me upstairs.
No, I'm not.
If we have to fight for her...
...then both of us will
be thrown out of the kumite.
Just for her?
We could arrange this another way.
- Do you gamble?
- What is bet?
You hold this.
If I can grab it before you close your hand...
...I get the girl.
If I cannot...
...she's yours.
Very good.
What? You can't do this!
Just relax.
Take it.
Geez, Frankie,
I hope you know what you're doing.
Ready?
Go.
You lose, American asshole.
Looks like she's mine.
Now leave the lady alone.
You understand that?
Why were you with Hussein?
I've been trying
to get a story on the kumite.
I'm a reporter.
He tell you anything?
He told me I had nice legs.
He's right about that.
Why is it that no one
will talk about the kumite?
What is this air of mystery?
I'm just trying to find out
what it's all about.
Why are you fighting in it?
It's personal.
You want to prove
your manhood to the world?
The kumite is for the fighters,
not for the people who read newspapers.
I've heard that it's unnecessarily brutal...
...like a