- What do we got? He can't count. - Even!

Maybe we should try a different alley. What do you say?

What's she doing now?

We fight together, Jack. Do or die.

Jack, I know where we are. This is a central... what do you call it?

We take what we want and leave the rest. Just like your salad bar.

- Yeah. - Thought so. Good. Do we drink it?

- What? - What the hell...?

What I'd like to do today is get your version of what happened.

Lords of Death controlled by the Wing Kong, Jack. Just errand boys for the Wing Kong.

Well, let's go. What are we talkin' Chinese history for when we gotta get...

I thought what we were here, racial differences aside,

What's in the flask? Magic potion?

God, it's creepy. Do we have to go in? Because I will, if we have to.

"What the hell?"

- From there we can... - Do you have a gun, I hope?

- You mean the truth? - Of course. What I'd like to do today is get your version of what happened.

I do. How about we meet in my restaurant in a few hours? I pay then.

The Lords of Death. Street gang. Punks from Chinatown. What are they doing here?

What do I know? She's not even your type. All brains.