Sweetheart, it's Daddy.
Lucy? Lucy, it's Daddy, sweetheart. Wake up, Lucy, come on!
Lucy! Wake up!
What the hell is this thing?
How can I get this off you?
If you move those, you'll kill her.
But is that a risk you're willing to take?
Hey, how you doing?
- Screw you! - Okay.
It's your lucky day, man.
Usually I don't give second chances.
Here's the question. Whose territory is this?
I said screw you, pussy boy!
What did you say? I can't hear you.
Master, Master Trahn's.
That's right. Master Trahn's territory.
So why don't you go home,
and tell you boss to pack up his villa,
and his whores and get the hell out?
Vietnam is closed for business. You got that?
Oh, yeah, it's done.
Oh, I think they will.
S- S- S-
I- I- I'm...
My... name... is...
Remember my name.
Can't remember my name.
I can't remember anything.
I can trust you.
It's my last job... for anyone.
What are you gonna do back in China?
It's not like your Army buddies want you back real soon.
There's no more fighting for me.
My wife wants a noodle shop.
Then go with that wife of yours. A cook?
- I can't imagine that. - No need to imagine that at all.
Master Trahn, you don't need to apologise.For anything.
I'm for ever in your debt.
- Br-British Emb... - Go! Go! Go!
For God's sakes, lady! I'm trying to find the British Embassy!
The stutt... the stutter's gone.
The stutter's gone!
Sorry I'm late.
Where were you?
Got a surprise for you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I went to the embassy.
Getting my passport back.
We're going home.
- Don't mess with my head. - I'm not, I'm not... I promise you.
We get to go home.
I love you.
- It's gonna wash up. - It's not about the shirt.
This was the last time.
Like the last time?
And like the last "last time?"
Or like the one before that?
But I'm done. I'm done.
Listen to me. I'm done. Trust me! Maya, look!
My final payment.
It's gonna help us. Start over.
I don't need your blood money.
We... we can...!
We can go home.
Who are you?
You got to go!
You're still in town?
Not for long.
Well, you better get the hell out, man.
'Cos Pop just heard the Russians might pay you a visit.
I think they already have.
I thought it was a nightmare but...
- What? What are you talking about? - Hey, Sonny...
How do you think they found out where I lived?
Well, I don't know. Maybe they followed you home?
Yeah, that's probably it.
He's on the move! North stairs, North stairs!
We're on our way! *Foreign language*