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IP Man 3 (2015)

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1959, Hong Kong.

Ip Man's older son was
studying in Foshan.

Ip Man lived in Hong Kong with
his wife and younger son.

He taught Wing Chun and
promoted the martial arts.

Master Ip, Morning.

So early?

Master Ip, it's me.

You don't recognise me?

So long.

When I was little, I
asked to learn from you.

You said: grow up first.

Please take me as a disciple.

Why should I accept you?

Because I will be your
greatest disciple.

Why are you so sure?

Because I'm fast.

How fast?

Not fast enough, kid.

Can you be faster?

Not bad.

But did you really kick the
water or only think you did?

Liquorice, liquorice.

Come on, somebody is fighting.

Fight. Fight.

Come on.

Cheung Fong of Wing Chun.

Ip Ching of Wing Chun.

Stop. Stop fighting.

I told you two not to fight.

Big trouble. It's
not the first time.

Break the shell, then
remove the yolk.

What's with the ring?

The old folks say that adding
silver helps with bruising.

So, why were you fighting today?

It's always over whose
kung fu is best.

I should've kept an eye on them.

What a fight, they
really got hurt.

It's Ching's fault.
He's so naughty.

So, where is this boy's father?

Cheung Fong is new here.

His dad picks him up quite late.

Fong, what does your dad do?

Is he always so busy?

Rickshaw puller.

Sorry, sorry.

- Sorry, Miss Wong.
- Master Ip.

I was busy at the kung
fu school so I'm late.

Let me see.

Ah Ching, what's this about?

Both kids were at fault in fact.

So I wanted all the
family heads here.

Right. Is Fong's dad here yet?

I need to apologise to them.

No, like you he's late.

No problem, work comes first.

- Don't eat that.
- You can't eat it.

Put it down.

The boy is hungry.

Miss Wong, how about this?

We'll give them dinner first.

- Just let his father know, Okay?
- Okay.

Okay, Wing-sing?

Of course.

Fong, have dinner with us, okay?

Take your book bag.

- Take care.
- We're off.

Thank you.

- Very kind, Master Ip.
- Sorry to trouble you.

Thank you, Mrs Ip.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Ah Fong, eat up, don't be shy.
- Yeah.

Make yourself at
home, eat. Eat up.

Darling, the fish is delicious.

Cheung Fong, not bad.

- Who taught you?
- My dad. Can you fight?

A little.

I'm Cheung Fong's dad.

- Is my son here, please?
- Yes, he is.

Nice to meet you, Mr
Cheung. Please, come in.

Fong, your dad's here.

Master.

Disciple.

Tell me what went on today.

The kids were naughty and fought.

They'll learn in time.

Come here, Ah Ching.

Disciple.

Aren't you going to apologise?

Ah Ching is at fault too.

Ip Ching, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Cheung Fong.

Shake hands.

Now you're friends.

I've taken you out of your way.

I apologise, Mr Cheung.

Good to meet you, Master Ip.

I saw Fong working
with the wooden man.

He's good. He's been taught well.

Too kind.

But it's late. You should rest.

I'll see you off.

Master, Uncle Ip has
a wooden man too.

Do you know him?

Yes.

Uncle Ip is very famous.

But one day, I'll be more famous.

Which of you is better at kung fu?

Who do you think?

You, of course.

Let's go.

- Give me a look, does it hurt?
- No.

It's about to start. Hurry. Hurry.

Bet on the winner.

- I told you to follow my lead.
- Great.

One at a time.

Bigger bets, bigger wins.

Move, out of the way.

Cheung Tin-Chi. Cheung Tin-Chi.

How are you doing?

Come on, come on.

Brother Sang. Brother Sang.

- The boss is here.
- What?

The boss is here.

Not bad, kid. Go.

Hit hard, fast.

Hey boss.

Come on.

- Wait here, I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Boss, don't worry.

I've got it under control.

Two week's money.

- Open it.
- Okay.

You did good.

- Thank you.
- What about that other business?

The school?

No problem. Give me one month.

No. Two weeks.

Come on.

Okay, I love a challenge.

Deal you.

Remember, I want that school.

The rest means nothing without it.

Yes, understood.

- What kind of kung fu is that?
- Wing Chun.

It's really powerful.

Martial artists come
here every day.

We chat, drink tea...

Each school has its own table.

Master Tin.

- Master Chan, a rising star.
- Master Tin.

He has a lot of students.

Master Chan.

Now this table is amazing,
the best of the best.

It's my table.

Master Tin.

Just kidding.

The real champions sit there.

That's Wing Chun table.

Master Tin.

Ah Lik, where's your master?

There he is.

Master Ip.

- Master Tin, have you eaten?
- No, your treat?

Of course.

You know Master Ip?

- Master Ip, hello. I'm Lee.
- How do you do.

- Mr Lee.
- Hello.

Lee is a reporter and keen
to write about martial arts.

He takes photos as well.

- Great.
- Fine with you, Master Ip?

- Of course.
- Thank you so much.

- Master Lee, right here.
- Too kind.

- Ip Man, the centre seat.
- No, no.

- It's yours.
- No, really.

No it's fitting, sit down.

Master Ip, telephone.

I take that if it's okay.

Sure, we'll save your seat.

We'll wait.

Hello?

Did you forget our date?

Wasn't it for...

For today.

Today...

Oh, I'll rush right over.

I've been waiting an hour.

The dancing is almost over.

So don't bother.

Just pick up Ah Ching from school.

Oh, I'm in trouble.

- Master Ip, please.
- Sit down.

Here, the middle seat.

- Okay, I give in.
- And why not?

Look sharp, eyes front,
hold still. Ready...

One, two, three.

Master Ip.

- Hello.
- You're here for your son?

- Where's your wife?
- She's busy today.

And you're not? It's okay...

Master Ip, you look
younger by the day.

Must be his wife's cooking.

Such tender meat.

Such a lucky couple.

Master Ip.

Mr Cheung.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Picking up your son?
- Yes.

Oh, this medicine
helps with bruises.

It's for your son.

Thank you, that's so nice.

- How is Fong?
- He is fine.

I'm glad.

Master Ip, I hear you studied
with Chan Wah Shun, yes?

- Yes.
- So we're both from the school of

Foshan's Grandmaster Leung Jan.

So we are truly brothers-in-arms.

I heard that Chan
used fists and pole

better than swords and
feet. Is that true?

Having strengths and
weaknesses is normal.

How about you, Master Ip?

I'm just a dabbler.

If we have the chance, let's
have a friendly match.

Sure.

Bye, Miss.

Be careful.

- Master.
- Disciple.

What did you learn today?

- Mathematics.
- Mathematics?

Chinese, English.

How'd you do?

- Did you behave?
- That's all.

Yes.

- Do you go to school?
- Nup.

Principal, this man
is asking for you.

How may I help you?

- Hey.
- Move it.

- What's going on?
- Sit, don't move.

- Don't move.
- Looking at me?

Fatty, calm down.

How can I talk over your noise?

So sorry, sir, we
gave you a fright.

What's going on?

- Come, sit down.
- Make room.

Don't be afraid.

You're a scholar, I'm a gentleman.

We're reasonable people.

This is prime real estate.

Sell your school to me.
It's a fair offer.

"Contract of Sale".

Won't you even read
it first? Go on.

I'm not selling.

Educated people are a pain.

They don't do as told.

- Watch out, Boss.
- What's going on?

They're forcing me
to sell the school.

Think I don't know kung fu?

Ip Man, it's a business deal.

Keep your damn nose out of it.

Hello, this is Chi
Yan Primary School.

We need police here right now.

Some thugs are causing trouble.

- Cut it out.
- Let him go.

Let my boss go or I'll whack her.

- Let my boss go, now.
- Let him go.

- Do it.
- Let him go.

Don't rush, take your time.

Start from the beginning.

The three just barged in and
began smashing things up.

Hong Kong seems prosperous
but really it's a mess.

More wealth means more crime.

We're like Cyclops with his wife.
Can't always keep an eye on her.

Truth is, we're understaffed
and insanely busy.

Yeah.

Hong Kong's crime
rate is going up.

- It seems pretty lawless.
- No, we still have law.

Call the police and we come.
We'll cr*ck this case.

The bastards won't
get away with it.

Yes. Yes.

We're relying on you, Sergeant Po.

Of course, it's my duty. But
Master Ip, you know the score.

The police can't keep
watching here all day.

We need your help. Tell
people to be careful.

- I will.
- Anything happens, call us.

- I'll come straight away. Okay?
- Great, thank you.

- You're welcome. Let's go, men.
- Yes, sir.

- See you.
- Take care.

Ip Man,

you piss me off.

I'm gonna do you slowly.

Brother Sang.

Chain up the school tonight.

Don't worry. It'll be okay.

It's okay.

Don't worry, the
school won't shut.

Principal.

Principal.

Miss Wong. Master Ip.

Miss Wong. Master Ip.

What's going on?

It was like this when I got here.

Will they demolish the school?

How will our kids
get an education?

Dad, open the gate.

I'll help you. Be careful.

You're really strong.

Can't I be skinny and strong?

Sure.

I'm big but not that strong.

My name is Hui Lik.

They call me Miss Wong.

Call me if you need help.

Come in. Morning, granny.

Morning, Principal.

- Morning, Miss Wong.
- Morning.

Master.

Let's go.

They'll be back for sure.

Then wait here for them.

Okay.

- Tonight we're staying here.
- Good.

Miss Wong, fancy
meeting you again.

- Yes, can I help you?
- No.

May I ask do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Great.

Would you like a boyfriend?

Haven't thought about it.

Don't get me wrong, but it's dark.

You shouldn't walk home alone.

I'm sorry.

Master Ip.

Hello, Miss Wong.

We've put you to a lot of trouble.

It's nothing.

Is my disciple giving you trouble?

No, Master Ip. Not at all.

He kindly offered to see me home.

That's all it was, Master.

Why don't you see me home then?

Okay.

Hey, let's see Master
Ip home tonight.

- Sure, it's pretty quiet.
- Okay.

Master Ip, you did a
lot for us today.

- You should get some rest.
- I'm fine.

I didn't have any other plans.

Hey.

Hurry.

You guys, over there.

Help, Master Ip.

- Take him.
- Help.

Protect Miss Wong.

You okay?

Yup, but we're definitely
seeing you home.

- Up there.
- Okay.

Help.

Move.

Let's go, men.

We checked everywhere;
the fire's out.

Make sure there's no live embers.

Okay.

- Go double-check.
- Okay.

Master, the fire's extinguished.

But nothing's left but ash.

Principal, are you okay?

I'm fine.

But I underestimated those thugs.

Lucky you and your men were here.

- It was nothing.
- Thank you so much, Master Ip.

Mr Cheung,

thank goodness you were here.

I was just passing by.

I finally saw your Wing Chun.

- It's as good as they say.
- People are too nice.

If all's well, I'll
get back to work.

Bye.

The people want me to stay
and help guard the area.

It's arson. Aren't
the cops involved?

Yes, why wouldn't they be?

'Fatty' Po says they'll
cr*ck the case.

We've no reason to doubt his word.

That's good.

But they can't give
24-hour protection.

So for a few nights I
might be out late.

- Should I cook dinner then?
- Sure, what'll I eat otherwise?

They can't do it without you?

It's not that.

But if I can help I will.

It's working.

Then do me a favour, turn it off.

So sorry. I was having dinner.

Come in, have a look.

Come, have a look.

The place has great feng shui.

It's an oasis of calm.

Only the wall is a bit chipped.

You can sweep it clean.

Disciple, I'll open my
kung fu school here.

You'll have lots of
classmates then.

Is that good?

Great. I'll be able to
practise here and here.

How much is a month's rent?

HK$180. Water and
electricity included.

I'll think it over. Thank you.

Sir, the rent is negotiable.

You pull a rickshaw?

And you're going to run a school?

As if.

You're wasting my time.

- Where to, boss?
- Home.

Loser

Sir, my report on the
school arson case.

Then wait here for them,
sign and I'll follow up.

Not necessary. I'm handling it.

Don't be silly, it's a small
case. Too small for you, sir.

Let me handle it, okay?

Do you understand Chinese?

The investigation into the school,

I will take care of it
because I am in charge.

So piss off.

Get out.

Yes, sir.

What the hell. You blind?

What's it to you? You
own the road? Idiot.

- Here comes more.
- You at it again?

- Brother.
- Thanks.

Brother. When I was
at tea this morning,

people were saying we'd
become security guards.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Master Ip doesn't
listen to gossip.

Who said it anyway?

Lots of people.

Would you recognise them?

Mantis?

How can I help you?

I often have pain in my abdomen.

- Do you have anything for it?
- Yes.

Crow & Phoenix Pills. They
help with circulation.

Okay, I'll have a packet.

- Ip Man.
- Hi.

Why didn't you tell
me what happened?

Have a seat.

They're saying at the teahouse
you've become a security guard.

That's so insulting.

I bet it's that little
bastard's doing.

Have some tea.

I rue the day I made
Ah Sang a disciple.

He uses my kung fu to do awful
things. It's disgraceful.

He shames my school.

See, how could I tell you?

Well, I'm telling you.
I'll teach him a lesson.

I'm going after him.

Master Tin.

Calm down.

Uncle Chan, I pay for this.

Master Tin.

Master Tin.

- Let Sergeant Po handle it.
- Too late for that.

I'll take care of this myself.

That little sh*t owes me respect.

He's no longer your
responsibility.

It's true that he left my school
but I'm still his teacher.

Don't fret, I'll be fine.

Stop. What do you want?

I'm looking for Ma King-Sang.

I'm his teacher. Call him out.

Sergeant Po.

Ah-Lik, where's Master Ip?

Too late for that.

Master Tin was really
furious. Not sure why.

Master Tin?

Now what?

Why are you here, Master Ip?

So I see my teacher.
What's it to you?

Master. Sang, leave
Master Ip out of this.

It's my idea to come here.

Stop causing so much trouble.

Leave those people
alone, give it up.

I always taught you to
do the right thing.

Look at yourself. Know
what you look like?

Dirty money and a pack of thugs.

Really grand you are.

Think about it. If
you didn't pay them

would they still be there?

When you're around,
they bow and scrape.

Behind your back, they call you
the foreign devil's flunkey.

What? You want to fight me?

So I'm a flunkey.

A flunkey with money is as
good as a king. And you?

A poor teacher, so pure.

You have to repair
umbrellas to eat.

Does that feel good?

You can't eat purity, can you?

Ask yourself which of your
students still remember you?

Which still cares about you?

All of them, they're with me now.

Bastard.

You'd s*ab me?

You thug. You want to k*ll me?

Hurt me and you won't escape.

Men, over here.

- Free Ah Sang.
- Don't worry about me.

att*ck.

Fight, brothers.

Come on.

Free Ah Sang.

Free Ah Sang.

Police, stop it.

Get back, get back.

Get back.

Go home.

Move and I'll sh**t.

You playing with me?

- Get out.
- Say what?

- Now you give the orders?
- Know who owns this patch?

Gonna sh**t me? Well.

What'll you tell
your captain then?

Shut up or I'll arrest you.
I'll seal off this whole place.

See what you tell your boss then.

Don't you believe me? Just try me.

What'll you do about the school?

Sang's boss has my
captain in his pocket.

The two foreign devils
are in cahoots.

It's hopeless. The
school is doomed.

Fatty, I trust you as you
aren't like other cops.

But one word from a foreigner
and you drop the case?

It's not that, it's pointless.

So you didn't arrest
the arsonist or

look after the people and kids.

And now my disciples are
doing your job for you.

What else can I do?

What else can I do?

Master Ip, you're a
fighter, not a god.

Too late for that.

You guard the school
day and night.

But for how long?

You know foreign
devils run Hong Kong.

The world's not fair.

But moral standards apply to all.

The ruler isn't always
a superior person.

And the ruled isn't
always inferior.

The world doesn't belong to
the rich or even the powerful

but to those of pure heart.

Have you thought of the children?

All that we do, they're watching.

We need to be good role models.

All that we do, is not for
today but for tomorrow.

"Toss it if you don't want it."

"Please sew on the button."

"Please sew on the button."

Mrs Ip, my initial diagnosis
is to suspect a tumour.

It's not very encouraging.
But we'll learn more

once we have the full report.

Try not to worry too much.

Master Ip.

You work so hard.

Master Ip, we all pitched
in for the soup.

- Enjoy it.
- Thank you.

You're here night and day.

You need sustenance.

Where are your disciples?
They should have some too.

I had told you the
blue one is better,

but you still buy the red one.

Great, great, another win.

So many fights. What's
the deal? Need money?

It's a living.

I need to eat too.

That time at the school,
you hurt my men.

You owe me.

How much do I owe?

It's not about that.

I admire you.

I wanna be your friend.

Sang, what's this about?

I'm talking about the
kind of friendship

that pushes another
man to the wall.

I'm buying a man's hand here.

You've so many men.

Why do you need me?

Because he knows kung
fu and so do you.

And you fight well.

And if I say no?

Then go elsewhere for a crust.

The blue? Hand it over.

You won? Give it here.

Ah Sang,

that money I want it all.

How many more days of this?

You're up?

I didn't want to wake you.

Just a few more days.

When will you eat at home again?

Tonight.

I'll come back earlier.

Are you okay?

Well...

- Hello.
- Hello. Master Ip?

- Yes, who's this?
- Kowloon Hospital.

- What is it?
- Master Tin is been badly wounded

and he wants to see you.

Okay, I'll be right there.

I made the call.

Thank you.

Let's get to work.

Very good.

Go play.

Luckily it's only a hand injury.

Thank you.

Ah Sang sent him for sure.

As a teacher, I'm a total failure.

- Let's get some.
- Yes, this one.

Kids, I have some cartoon slides.

Want to see them?

It's free. Come on.

Hey.

- Hurry.
- What are you doing?

- Help, help.
- Help me.

Take him.

What're you doing?

- Enjoy.
- Help me.

You've got two hours to get
the principal to the shipyard

or I sell the kids into sl*very.

How'd you know I was in hospital?

- You told them to call me.
- No I didn't.

You didn't?

Mrs Ip, where's Master Ip?

What is it?

Tell me what happened?

- Master Ip.
- What is it, Miss Wong?

A man abducted Ching,
Fong and other kids.

What?

If the principal
doesn't go to see him,

he'll sell the
children into sl*very.

Hurry, find the principal.

Inform Sergeant Po.

Great.

I want the principal
and you bring a pole.

Just great.

And the principal?

On his way.

First let the kids go.

Okay?

- Dad, Dad.
- Shut up.

Son, don't be afraid.

I'm here.

So, this is your son?

Lucky. I was hoping to get him.

Let him out.

Stand straight.

Calm down,

kid, come here.

Ah Sang, the kids aren't to blame.

Don't mess with them, okay?

How am I messing with them?

I'm giving him apple.

Don't be afraid, have some apple.

Just tell Dad to
put down the pole.

Then we can talk.

Ching, don't be afraid.

Put down the pole.

Act like you mean
it. On your knees.

Kowtow.

Master Ip?

Hey, what're you doing here?

There's no fight today.

You took my son.

Master. Master.

Help me.

Ah Fong.

So he's your boy.

Sorry. He's one of
ours. Let him go.

Lucky it was me who took him.

Anything could've happened.

Leave it alone. Go.

Ip Man, you're a
good fighter, yes?

Can you take on 10 men?

Don't say I never
gave you a chance.

One against 10...

or say 11.

With every punch you land,
I'll give him a piece to eat.

Master, they still
have my friends.

Why are you back?

To pick the kids up from school.

Bastard.

Move.

Over here.

Get him.

- Another step and I'll k*ll him.
- Dad.

Bite him.

What the...?

Go.

Grab the kid, hurry.

Over there, quick.

Dad.

Dad. Dad.

David, don't just stand there.

Grab that kid.

Dad.

Kneel. Don't move.

Kneel.

Don't move. Kneel.

- Hear me?
- I'm not with them.

Don't move. No one move.

Police. Don't move.

No one move.

Go in and take photos.

Don't move.

All those guys over there.

They'll make great news photos.
Great headline material.

Get 'em all.

I said don't move.

Mama.

Ah Ching.

There was trouble at the school.

They abducted Ah Ching.

I'm so sorry, Wing-Sing.

It's my fault.

I was wrong.

It's my fault.

It won't happen again, okay?

Go wash your face.

Good kid.

It's all my fault.

Don't cry.

Darling, I'm so afraid.

It's all right now.

But I might not be.

What do you mean?

The doctor said...

I probably...

have cancer.

The black spots
indicate cancer cells.

These are tumours.

The cancer has spread too widely
for us to be able to operate.

Is it curable?

Normally, we'd prescribe
medicines but at this stage,

they're unlikely to
get it under control.

Doctor, how much time do I have?

Maybe 6 months.

I'll get you more rice.

Just half.

Don't worry, you're safe. The
police are on your side.

Every day there's a new
story in the paper.

Abducted children, people being
thrown from their homes.

My boss is unhappy.

And when my boss is
unhappy, I'm unhappy.

So for the time being all this
nefarious vice and corruption

that you so love to
engage yourself in

you'll have to take a
hiatus. Otherwise...

"WING CHUN'S Ip MAN HELPS
POLICE RESCUE CHILDREN"

Frankie, I can't protect you.

- Whatever you say.
- Yes.

Well, Frankie, these chats
are always a pleasure.

Cheerio.

Hey, Boss.

This Thai guy is incredible.

Elbows, knees, fists, all
great. Really fierce.

- Put it up.
- I know it's my mistake, Boss.

I just meant to give the principal
a scare not to create such a mess.

Ip Man, it's all his
fault. I'm sorry.

I don't ever want to
see your face again.

f*ck off.

Ip Man.

Finish him off.

Get out.

Want any tea?

Listen, things have quieted down.

I'm not expecting more trouble.

But the foreign devils
can't be trusted.

Ah Sang's boss has it out
for you. Be careful.

So smart.

Mum, look.

You want me, I'm here.

What do you want?

So, you're Ip Man?

You're the best fighter in China.

Interesting.

Okay, let's deal.

It seems to me that your Wing
Chun fists is the fastest.

So fast you're invincible.

Let's see whose fists
are fastest. Yours?

Or mine?

3 minutes.

If you last by then,
I'll let you be.

Hey, how ya doing?

I want my balloon back.

Let it go, don't worry about it.

We'll get a new one, okay?

A new balloon.

Madame, here's my rent.

I always said you'd come good.

Best of luck. You'll
be raking it in.

Great. I can practise
Wing Chun here.

- Master, respect.
- Respect.

Sir, you teach Wing Chun?

You must know Ip Man, yes?

Look, today's newspaper,
he's in the news.

He's so impressive.

I bet you two are great friends.

Introduce me sometime.

Here's the key. I leave you.

Don't forget to introduce me.

Did you write this?

"WING CHUN'S Ip MAN HELPS
POLICE RESCUE CHILDREN"

Yes.

My name is Cheung Tin-Chi.

I'm also a Wing Chun fighter.

Can you write about me too?

I've seen Ip Man's kung fu.
It's not authentic Wing Chun.

I'll challenge him
to a public match.

All the kung fu schools

respect Ip Man's Wing Chun.

Sure, I'll write something.

But we'll see if the kung fu world
will think you're qualified

to publicly challenge Ip Man?

Have a seat, Master.

Got your camera?

Nice tea today.

Cheung of Wing Chun.
A friendly match?

Who do you think?

"CHEUNG TIN-CHI BURSTS
ONTO KUNG FU SCENE"

"WING CHUN TRIUMPHANT CHEUNG
TIN-CHI'S FAME SPREADS"

"NEW KUNG FU KING: CHEUNG TIN-CHI"

Now am I qualified?

Sure.

Master Cheung is coming.

Congratulation, Master Cheung.

Eyes front, please.

Mr Wong, thanks for your support.

I admire a fighter with
guts and ambition.

If I can be of help,
just say the word.

Thank you.

Master Cheung,

you're fighting everyone and
take along photographers.

You don't worry people will talk?

I know lots of people think I'm
a show-off who acts superior.

But in kung fu, you need
to establish who's tops.

And I want to tell people this:

Ip Man, can't represent Wing Chun.

Gentlemen, I hereby announce:

I'm challenging Ip Man to a fight.

"Grandmaster of Wing Chun"

Extra, extra.

Wing Chun vs. Wing Chun.

- Get your paper.
- I'll have one.

"CHEUNG TIN-CHI CHALLENGES Ip MAN"

"WHOSE IS THE TRUE WING CHUN?"

Darling, it's so ridiculous.

It's like the joke about Ah Mo.

He's dining with friends. He says:

We're all henpecked. Want proof?

If your wife is the
boss, sit over there.

All the men, heads low, went over.

Only Mo stayed where he was.

They said wow.

Mo, you're The Man.

Know what Mo said? He said:
well, my wife told me:

"Don't sit in crowded places."

Funny, right?

Are you scared of your wife?

Sometimes.

Next.

Are you Cheung Wing-Sing?

Why'd God make women
pretty but dumb?

They're pretty so
men will like them.

They're dumb so
they will like men.

Look, someone is
challenging Ip Man.

- When?
- Next month, on the 15th.

Harder.

Relax the shoulders, punch fast.

This way, Master Cheung.

I want to sit there.

"Master Ip."

Excuse me.

Master Ip, what are
you doing here?

I'm looking for Mr Chan.

You want to learn dancing?

I dance better than him.

I'll teach you.

And you can teach me kung fu.

Sure. Now?

Okay.

When will you accept
me as a disciple?

You got it all wrong.

I didn't say I would
not accept you.

I didn't open the
door so you'd leave.

Thank you. Welcome.

Wing Chun vs. Wing Chun
who's the real deal?

It's a historic day for Wing Chun.

It will be like a
battle of dragons.

Yes. Is Ip Man the
greater fighter?

Or is Cheung Tin-Chi
fiercer still?

Who represents the true Wing Chun?

Today at 3:00 p.m. the
contest will begin.

We wait with bated breath.

Sergeant Po, Sergeant Po.

- Brother.
- Master Tin.

- Ah-Lik, where's Master Ip?
- No idea.

What's the problem?
Maybe he's lost.

Relax, Ip Man won't let us down.

I'm here.

It's 3:00 p.m. Why
isn't Ip Man here?

It's time.

It's time.

Look, it's 3.

Where's your master?

Gentlemen, the match was
scheduled for 3:00 p.m.

Since Ip Man has failed to
show up I hereby announce

the victor and true spirit of
Wing Chun, Cheung Tin-Chi.

Dad. Dad. We won.

Maybe he's stuck in traffic.

And this makes you a grandmaster?

Master Cheung, what
do you have to say

about Ip Man's no-show today?

To mess with classic Wing Chun

is to lose the
forefathers' vision.

It's wrong both now and
in future as well.

Our forefathers don't need
worry about the form's future.

I believe Master Ip
understands this.

So he chose to forfeit the fight.

This is also an act
of great merit.

From today,

I, Cheung Tin-Chi,

will lead the true Wing
Chun to a glorious future.

- Bravo.
- True Wing Chun.

What'd you say?

You've no right to claim that.

You aren't qualified
to fight my master.

- Settle down, stop.
- Stop.

Wing-Sing. Wing-Sing.

Please, someone call an ambulance.

Mr Ip, her condition is worsening.

She needs to stay in
hospital for a bit.

Well? Feeling any better?

When can we go home?

The doctor said it's better
for you to stay here.

You need rest.

85... no, you're right.

Give the letter to Cheung Fong.
Tell him to give it to his dad.

Nurse, nurse.

What is it, madam?

Are you in pain?

Don't worry, I'll get the doctor.

Have some bullfrog soup.

It's good for you.

Darling,

I want a photograph with you.

You spend every day with me.

It makes me so happy.

But I could be happier.

People say:

Life belongs to you
and it doesn't.

I didn't get it before.

But now, I'm beginning to.

You belong to yourself.

And to this family.

But to this place as well.

There are things you should do.

I don't want you to have regrets.

I only regret not
being better to you.

But I think you've
been great to me.

If it wasn't for my sickness,

would you have taken
the challenge?

Yes.

That's the Ip Man I love.

I've taken the liberty of
setting a date with him.

I haven't heard you
practise in ages.

Will you let me hear
that sound again?

Wing Chun, Cheung Tin-Chi.

Wing Chun, Ip Man.

- Ip Ching, the back way.
- Okay.

I recognise that I'm defeated.

There's nothing more important

than the love of
those by your side.

"Ip Man's wife, Cheung Wing-Sing"

"passed away in 1960 from cancer."

"Ip Man taught Ip Ching Wing Chun.
Martial arts guided his life."

"Ip Man became a Grandmaster."

"Wing Chun has flourished,
generation after generation,"

"spreading across the world."
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