1936, Jesse Owens. 1960, Cassius Clay.
And now in 1988, the name on everyone's lips,
US table tennis champion, Randy Daytona.
You've seen him in Sports Illustrated, on the Cinnamon Toast Crunch box.
You may even already own his McDonald's collector's glass.
The golden boy who iced Iceland in round one,
and checked off Czechoslovakia in round two.
So why don't we take a moment to meet the real Randy Daytona?
Here he is showing us his skills with his lucky Def Leppard paddle
that's won him over 200 amateur matches.
With him, as always, his coach and father, Sergeant Pete Daytona, of the US Marines.
Randy, you're only 12 years old, and already they're saying
that your name will go down among those
of the greatest Ping-Pong players ever to take up the sport.
And right offhand, I don't know what those names are.
Randy, the eyes of all America, and indeed the entire world,
will be on you tonight.
USA! USA! USA!
2:45 am. The moment you've all been waiting for.
The men's table tennis semifinals.
Tiny balls, bouncing for gold.
USA! USA! USA!
Now, presenting the United States of America,
Randy Daytona!
Here he is,
entering to his unofficial theme song, Rock of Ages,
by the super group Def Leppard.
I love you, Randy!
Hey, big guy, I just want to make sure you're ready.
Have you seen my dad?
No.
Where were you?
You think I'd miss this?
You didn't put money on this, did you?
Dad, you promised.
Try not to think about it, okay?
Now, presenting East Germany,
Karl Wolfschtagg!
Deutschland! Deutschland! Deutschland! Deutschland!
May the best man win, huh?
I will destroy him!
Beat that Kraut!
Breathtaking intensity surrounds the table
as Daytona and Manslaughter fire away at each other.
Daytona's in the groove.
Both men distancing themselves from the table now.
There's a high elevation lob. Tremendous accuracy.
And a smash by Manslaughter. And Randy Daytona makes the save.
One more smash! And now Daytona goes back.
Farther back!
Back!
And the crowd rises in anticipation!
He stretches.
Look out!
Shit!
Randy? Randy? You okay?
Randy? Randy?
Randy Daytona, unable to finish.
Match forfeit to East Germany.
Randy?
I'm going to Disneyland!
Come on, guys. Can't we talk about this?
Mr. Feng does not extend credit.
Gentlemen, time is money.
Chop-chop.
Jesus!
Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles here in Korea.
As Reno's golden boy was humiliated in the semifinals,
and if he lives to be 100, he'll never live down that Disneyland line.
If he returns to America, a life of shame.
Two tickets to paradise!
Won't you pack your bags? We'll leave tonight
I got... Two tickets to paradise!
Let's go to heaven
Yeah! Thank you!
Take a bow, honey.
There she is!
All right, let's keep the love going for our very next act,
The Peppermill's very own Ping-Pong wizard...
Randy Daytona! Randy Daytona!
Come on, let's bring him out.
How's everybody feeling this afternoon?
All right!
I don't want to work.
I just want to bang on these drums all day long. Am I right?
Hey!
Thank you!
Hey, a volunteer! How you doing, buddy?
I was just going for more Cheese 'n Mac.
Stop!
Thank you!
We're in the biz
to bring the bewonderment of live theater to these people,
so they will stay for the loosest slots on The Strip.
Not to give them a heart attack, Randy!
Sorry, Rick. It will never happen again.
I know because you're fired.
Get your stink out of my theater.
Sorry, Randy.
But some agent was looking for you backstage.
Maybe he missed the show.
Thank you, Bethany.
My name's Sarah.
Are you kidding me? Uh-uh.
You've called me Bethany for the past five years. It's fine.
Mr. Daytona? Yeah.
Ernie Rodriguez, FBI.
Oh, God! I didn't mean to hurt that guy!
How could I know that he had a bad heart?
That's not why I'm here.
Hey, actually, I thought that was part of the show.
Till the paramedics showed up, I was laughing my ass off.
Well, am I in some kind of trouble or...
No.
I came to ask you for your help.
The FBI needs you to take part in a top-secret mission.
One that calls for a man of your unique skills.
I'm not joking, man. I'm FBI. I swear.
Come on, man. You got a hidden camera on you, right?
Cut it out. You're not allowed to do that.
Fake gun and everything.
Now why don't you put on some big boy pants
and we'll go for a ride.
The man with the umbrella is our target.
I think you'll want to help us catch him, Randy.
His name is Mr. Feng.
Mr. Feng?
That's the guy that killed my father.
I know.
His face has never been photographed.
This sketch is based on the description by a late agent of the ATF.
Wait a minute, this guy looks like...
George Takei? Mr. Sulu? I know. It's not, though. We checked him out.
We have reason to believe he's about to make
some kind of a major shipment into the US.
And what, man? What do you want me to do about it?
What you were born to do.
You see, Randy, Feng is a Ping-Pong fanatic.
He played for the Chinese when he was a kid.
Now every five years he brings the best to him.
A high-stakes tournament, at a secret location.
Invitation only.
His men go to tournaments all over the world,
searching for the best of the best.
You see that gold paddle? That's the invitation.
You, Randy, you're our ticket in.
I'm not a spy, man.
Look, you don't have to do anything but play Ping-Pong, man.
You go to a few tournaments and do your stuff.
If you're as good as you used to be,
I'm sure you'll get an invitation.
Look, this year Feng's invited a who's who
of the international most wanted list.
Randy, something big's going down.
Here's the thing. You're bananas.
I do matinee shows. I get introduced by a cockatoo.
Mr. Daytona, you're the only one who can lead us to Feng.
I've been authorized to offer you
anything in the government's power if you help us out.
You don't get it, do you, man? I don't compete anymore!
Okay?
Maybe I never should have.
Caucasians.
Hey, Dad. I'm sorry I haven't been around in awhile.
And again, I'm sorry about abbreviating your dates on the headstone.
The numbers were, like, 100 bucks a pop, and apostrophes were free so...
Excuse me?
Excuse me!
The new slide's a little close, isn't it?
What are you gonna do? They sold the air rights to the cemetery.
They sold the air rights to a cemetery?
It's a pretty okay water slide, though. It's called Eerie Canals.
I guess it's a theme that it's haunted. Something.
Look out!
All right. I'm in.
I love that smell.
Good to be back on the circuit again, huh?
I meant pancakes.
I love the smell of pancakes.
Okay, you're not here to have fun.
All right? You're here to win. Get your head in the game.
What, do you think Feng is gonna have scouts here?
No, but you got to win here to get to State.
You are gonna win, right?
I can take these punks.
All right, first up we have Andy...
Randy Daytona
versus our four-time Western Conference Champion,
The Hammer.
I don't know what the hell he's talking about.
I'm still trying to figure out if it's a dude or a chick.
No mercy, Randy.
Have your grandma pull the car around.
Can you dig it?
Tastes good.
11 to 3!
I told you I was rusty. I haven't competed in 19 years.
Why don't you cut me some slack, man?
I need some time to warm up.
Time we don't have. Feng's tournament's in two weeks.
Man, I got to get you in shape.
We're here.
The world's greatest Ping-Pong instructor owns a takeout restaurant?
Don't hate. The school's upstairs.
This guy's blind, so let me do the talking.
Wong won't train just anybody.
And he never trains gweilo.
Who? Gweilo.
It means "round eye." Gringo. You, man.
He only takes Chinese students.
Damn, bro.
Hey...
You okay, dude?
Get out!
Get out. I don't teach gweilo.
How did you know that we were gweilo?
Same way that I can tell you are 30 years old.
Too old to start training.
Pudgy.
You are filled with self-doubt.
And you use Lady Speed Stick.
It was on sale.
Feng was my most gifted pupil.
He played table tennis like the devil in short shorts.
But he had expensive taste.
He began to steal and extort.
Turning my school of table tennis into a den of thieves.
And when I cast him out, he joined the Triad.
He lured my brother Le Ping in with him.
And when Le Ping tried to go straight, he killed him.
Le Ping's daughter was left fatherless.
If you help Randy and me get to Feng's, we'll nail him.
I give you my word.
I will help you, secret agent man.
You will start training tomorrow, Randy.
Bring only your strength, your honor and a check for $300.
Hey, secret agent man.
I tell you something right now, the truth.
Your boy will not pull it off. We need a natural.
Something I can work with. You know what I mean.
Dude! What?
What did I miss?
Well, if it isn't the infamous Randy Daytona.
How was Disneyland? Did you meet Dumbo?
Is it always this crowded?
Only when I'm not teaching.
That's my niece, Maggie Wong Mei Fei.
She brings her father, Le Ping, great honor.
Wong's Mu Shu Palace, how can I help you?
She will be the one who will be giving you
hands-on training.
Gives "wax off" a whole new meaning.
Rule one, gweilo. No touching my niece.
Understand?
Yeah, I understand.
What?
Table jockey.
Let them work it out, man. Let them work it out.
What does she weigh? Like, 40 pounds?
Come on, man. They're gonna kick your ass!
Who wants to... Oh.
Maggie!
Your temper brings dishonor to my Happy Mu Shu Palace.
You'll be sorry, Wong!
And teaching gweilo is forbidden. You know that!
I'll tell the elders.
You will have to face the Dragon.
Let me tell you what you can tell the Dragon.
Now, gweilo, we begin.
Ping-Pong is not the Macarena.
It takes patience.
She is like a fine, well-aged prostitute.
It takes years to learn her tricks.
She is cruel.
Laughs at you when you are naked.
But you keep coming back for more and more.
Why?
Because she is the only prostitute I can afford.
Gweilo, give me your paddle.
Here.
Now, for the time being, you will practice with this.
What, are you crazy?
It's impossible, man. Nobody can do that.
That was nice.
All right.
Come on.
One more time.
Come on.
Do I have to eat that?
To strengthen the body and not the mind
is to build a temple on shifting sand.
In my hand I hold a cricket.
What'd you do that for? Don't take the cricket from my hand.
Who the hell said, "Take the cricket from my hand"?
I just... Put it back.
That is my lucky cricket.
Oh.
Well, he just... He flew out of my hand, man.
You squished him?
No.
You squished lucky cricket?
No.
Thanks a lot, kid!
So, Maggie, what do you do when you're not here?
So sorry, don't speak English.
But didn't I hear you speak English on the phone yesterday?
No, you must be mistaken, because I don't speak any English.
I'm just trying to get better acquainted.
I know what you're trying to get, table jockey.
For as long as I can remember, guys have been in here
with their hands all over me, with your stupid come-ons.
"Give me a hand with my balls, Maggie."
Let me guess.
You're not around girls much or you probably wouldn't play Ping-Pong, right?
Yeah, well, I thought that your dad played Ping-Pong.
Do not compare yourself to my father. My father was a great man.
I'm not. It's just a game.
It's not just a game!
It is a proud tradition my family have devoted their lives to!
You treat that tradition like a joke.
Uncle says you have no honor. I say you have no shot.
So turn off the charm, table jockey.
Oh, God.
You need to build wrist strength.
Eye-hand coordination.
Endurance.
Oh, come on!
You got me hitting balls with spoons. I'm swatting flies, now?
You not hit flies. You hit bees.
What?
Come on!
Oh, shit!
You are halfway through your training.
Now comes the difficult part.
The backhand.
You must believe in yourself when no one else does.
Like right now, for instance.
What?
What do you mean I hit the net?
Dad!
Freeze!
Hands on your head!
Oh, that's right, man. I'm in Chinatown.
I'm sorry, man.
Want to pop off a couple of rounds? Always makes me feel better.
Listen to me.
Are you a real, fully-licensed FBI guy?
I'm serious, man. I mean, why...
You know, why would a real FBI guy take on a mission like this?
Nobody else would be caught dead on Operation Ping-Pong.
All right, they don't expect us to catch Feng.
They got 20 agents working other angles, man.
I'm the backup plan.
Look, I joined the company for action, man.
You know, car chases, hang-gliding, James Bond stuff.
Drinking martinis, saving girls from danger.
I haven't gotten to wear a tuxedo
since my goddaughter Martha's quinceañera, man.
For the last five years, I've been at a desk, typing.
I'm up to 70 words a minute.
Hello.
Maggie, is that you?
Slow down.
Slow down in English.
What happened?
"Teaching outsiders is forbidden."
We've defied the elders, now they're shutting us down.
They have forbidden me to teach in Chinatown, forever.
Well, don't worry. The FBI's gonna find out who did this.
We know who did it. It is written right there.
No, no, no, no. No FBI.
We will settle this in our own way.
Gweilo, only you can restore our honor.
You must go to the elders.
You must face the Dragon.
Okay, well, time out.
We don't have time for some ancient Chinese pissing contest.
Feng's match is coming up.
And if we want Feng's scouts to see Randy win some trophies,
we got to get him out to some tournaments.
Foolish secret agent man.
Real Ping-Pong is not played for trophies.
It is played in the shadows, in dark alleys and backrooms
for hard cash and cheap, ugly women.
If gweilo beats the Dragon, it will reach Feng's ears,
I assure you.
We're here. The lair of the Dragon.
From here we go alone.
Good luck, kid.
Thanks, man.
Randy, wait.
Yeah?
I want you to have this.
It belonged to my father.
Whoa.
Maggie, I can't take this.
He'd have wanted you to have it.
Take it, you are ready.
It has defeated many enemies.
Good luck, Randy.
Thanks.
Come, gweilo.
The Dragon is the most feared table tennis player in all Chinatown.
Welcome to the underbelly of Ping-Pong.
Where fortunes are won and lost.
I'm exaggerating, of course, but you get my point.
People bet on Ping-Pong here.
So you think you're good, huh, gweilo?
Well, put money where mouth is.
$4. No pay, no play.
Got change for $5? That's all I got.
This guy doesn't seem so tough to me.
That is not the Dragon.
That is the Dragon.
Gweilo,
remember, you suck when you are nervous.
Thanks, Master.
First player to lead by 3, wins.
Gweilo loses,
Wong and his descendants are banished from Chinatown forever.
And by extension, all of Orange County.
Dragon says, "This serve, no can defend."
No one has hit it back in five years of table tennis.
She say, "No fair. She wasn't ready."
She say, "That wasn't real no can defend serve.
"This next one, this, no can defend."
"So watch out."
She say,
"Maybe we need to take a break. Get some fresh air. Cool off."
Yes!
I said, "Yes!"
That is right!
Am I right?
Just say, "Yes."
Fine!
Oh, jeez.
Come on, little kid.
Don't be so hard on yourself, you know. You got mad skills.
I warn you guys, I know tai chi.
Here's your money.
Unfortunately, it's covered in snot.
I knew you could do it, man!
He won, right?
What the hell?
Mr. Daytona.
Your balls have been tempered in the fury of hell's Dragon.
Wow!
My master, Mr. Feng, would be honored to have you at his tournament.
Which way is the freeway? I seem to have gotten turned around.
Oh, yeah.
I knew that.
Yeah.
Mr. Daytona, we'll see you at the tournament.
What? What am I missing?
Oh, we got the golden paddle.
As you can see, the paddle contains a riddle in Chinese.
"On the longest day, two hands reach towards heaven.
"We enter the clouds."
Of course.
When both hands reach up on what?
A clock. That's noon.
Longest day. Wednesday, nine letters.
We enter the clouds, that's got to be an airfield.
Yeah, but which airfield? There are a dozen in Orange County alone.
John Wayne Airport, maybe. They got a private hangar there
owned by a Japanese corporation goes by the name of Haiku Cargo.
Check this out.
On the longest day. Yeah. It's 5-7-5. That's a haiku.
That's impressive. Yeah.
It's on the back of the paddle here in English.
Noon, Wednesday, John Wayne Airport.
Each player can bring a coach, a doctor, two carry-ons.
Goose, run them through the hardware they'll need.
I have stripped everything down for you.
This is your homing device, this is the transmitter.
So you just plant it, flip the switch and backup's on its way.
Don't screw this up, Rodriguez.
Do not signal unless you have proof of what Feng is up to.
We don't want theories. We want him caught red-handed,
with hard evidence, so we can put him away for good.
Yes, sir.
So let me guess, fellows.
We're gonna stick this in the heel of our shoe,
put it in a tube of toothpaste, something like that?
I think we'll have to sneak this in the old-fashioned way.
What's the old-fashioned way?
God, slow down.
We should go alone from here.
Good luck, secret agent man. Take care of Uncle, okay?
Uncle can take care of himself.
Oh, man.
What's the stick for, man? Come on.
Okay.
Never hug a man with a million bucks worth of hardware up his crack.
Sorry. It's okay.
Go ahead and kiss her already!
So embarrass...
Come back, gweilo.
Bye.
Nice plane.
Team Daytona.
This way, gentlemen.
Oh, you got to be kidding me. Where we going, Tijuana?
It is with great honor that I present your host.
The man who sold the Dragon his fire,
stole it back,
and sold it again to the Crips.
Give it up for Master Feng.
How's my collar?
Man, we were way off George Takei.
Okie-dokie artichokie.
First of all, I know getting here was the commute from hell.
I have to be a smidge off the beaten track here.
Now, Ping-Pong, or, as the Chinese say,
"Ping-Pong,"
sport of emperors and bandits alike.
I have assembled today, for your entertainment pleasure,
the most talented table tennis athletes from around the globe.
Legends, every one.
We have last year's North American champion
and holder of the Canadian cup,
Mr. Freddy "Fingers" Wilson.
Represent.
Four-time Australian champion, Mr. Wedge McDonald!
Cutie.
From Japan, Mr. Yukito Nagasaki!
My personal odds-on favorite from the '88 games,
possibly the greatest player ever to emerge from the West.
He came out of retirement to be here, and it's an honor to have him.
He's back and he's bad, the one and only Karl Wolfschtagg!
Yeah!
So, we meet again.
The years have not been kind to you.
I will not be either.
We have champions from every continent so, please,
everyone, wear a nametag.
And now, eat, drink, enjoy.
My goodness!
What a blast from the past!
If it isn't my old master.
Wong.
You old horn dog. How's tricks?
I've waited many years to meet you again, face to face.
Oh, thank you.
Tell me, Randy, does he still dress as if he shops at Elton John's garage sale?
So, Randy Daytona.
The golden boy who couldn't even bronze. You're Wong's new protégé.
Well, FYI,
Wong always said I was his greatest pupil.
I said you could have been great, but you never finished your training.
As I recall, you kicked me out.
But you did teach me one thing, Master.
Promptness.
And you were 15 minutes late to the banquet.
Soup got cold.
Oh, Feng!
Don't let it happen again.
Gentlemen. Athletes.
I bid you toodles.
May I invite you to select from one of Mr. Feng's courtesans of pleasure.
Like sex slaves?
No.
No, I couldn't do that.
No, I couldn't. I couldn't.
No, no.
I got this girlfriend back home.
I mean, she's not my girlfriend. "Yet."
Mr. Feng has gone to great lengths
to select the most beautiful courtesans from around the world.
They are fully versed in both the sensual and the erotic arts.
Well, I mean, I don't want to be rude.
What's up?
These are... These are all...
These guys, these are dudes.
They are fully prepared to satisfy each and every one of your desires.
Well, my desires are pretty much all satisfied up, right now.
So, I'm good.
You must choose one.
Look, tell Feng they are all so great...
Fine. I'll pick.
Gary. Yo!
Feeling good? Oh, yeah.
Hop to it. The rest of you, get out.
That...
Can I talk to you for a second?
Sweet dreams, Mr. Daytona.
I got a huge day tomorrow. Big day.
Can you...
No can do.
Look, if I don't spend the night in here, it's...
Are you kidding me?
No, I'm not kidding.
If I had known I'd end up as a sex slave,
I never would've gone to that audition in Orlando.
I thought I was gonna be doing cruise ship shows.
Next thing I know, boom. Sex slave.
Always read the fine print, amigo.
Hey, you want a brew? I sure could use one.
Yeah. Yeah. Cool.
Here you go, dude.
So... So.
Board game? You want to play a board game?
Yes, play a board game. Okay, cool.
Whoa, you got Boggle, huh?
That sounds like a challenge to me.
Yeah, okay, sure.
All right.
Sounds like somebody's getting lucky.
Oh, no, no, dude. I want a rematch. Best out of seven!
You can not defeat me. I am the Boggle master.
Kick some ass out there. Kick some ass, all right?
All right. Thanks, man. Appreciate it.
Be careful. Okay?
All we did was play Boggle.
Hey, how you doing, Master? Good morning.
Oh, gweilo.
Have you tried these pleasure girls?
My girl, she really knows how to handle a man.
Oh, boy!
What the hell is up with these courtesans of pleasure?
Master had a fantastic time last night.
Oh, man.
Yeah.
Did you find anything?
They got this place locked down pretty tight,
but I'm gonna snoop around today.
Okay.
Huh?
He needs to go to bathroom.
Down the hall, eighth door on the left.
The switch is on the right.
Welcome to my tournament of champions.
The tournament is single elimination, sudden death.
Let the games begin.
The game is to 11.
Must win by two.
The first competitors are...
Freddy "Fingers" Wilson.
Wonderful.
This is Freddy Fingers.
And...
Randy Daytona.
Hello, Feng's mansion!
How was Disneyland?
Good luck, man.
Blow it out your ass, bitch.
Game point.
Randy Daytona is the victor.
Randy!
Give it up!
Can I hear a word?
Can I hear a double "huh-huh"?
Randy.
Fantastique.
Wong always did have an eye for talent.
Too bad they're not good for anything else.
You killed him?
Well, duh.
What part of "sudden death" didn't you understand?
Ow!
What's up?
Come, walk with me. Randy, I have a proposition for you.
I won't bite. Not anywhere that will show.
Guess a guy like you has to have a lot of security around all the time, huh?
Oh, them. They're just for show. Nobody'd try anything in here.
Give me the thing.
This is the real security.
The whole place is wired to blow.
I'd hate to have to relocate. The place ain't much, but it's homey.
Voilà.
I don't usually give strangers the full tour, but I don't know. Randy...
I like you.
Go ahead.
After you.
Guns is my new business, and business is booming.
These new polymer guns go on sale Thursday.
They go right through a metal detector.
Enough shop talk.
Let me show you my pride and joy.
Snazzy.
Yeah.
It's my own private table. Custom made.
You have to wear these vests to play.
The batteries in them store enough electricity to kill 3.8 men.
Every time you miss, the voltage doubles.
Two-nothing feels like you just stuck a fork in a toaster.
Nobody's ever made it past three-zip.
This guy here, five-time world champ.
Randy, let me cut through the bullpoop.
I'd like you to come and work for me as my personal assistantlhanger-on.
Me? Yeah.
Why?
Because I think you'd make a wonderful addition to the Triad.
Really? Me?
Of course not, no.
I want you 'cause it would break Wong's heart.
Me, his old pupil, luring his protégé to the dark side
is such a Kodak moment.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a panda these days?
Really hard.
Maybe he's dead. I'm not sure. I'm not really sure what they eat.
Oh, well.
Back to the old grindstone.
Oh, man.
You're gonna come to the Vishnu shrine in the bamboo grove.
You're gonna go, lower hand low five, lower hand low five, upper hand high five.
And then you're in. You got it?
What?
If the guns are there, I'll set the beacon and my guys will be here
before he scores another point. All right? Relax.
Just hurry!
I blow you a fart. How do you like that?
Randy Daytona versus Yukito Nagasaki.
This one is for you, Daytona!
Set and match.
Where's everybody at?
Coming up after the break, the final round.
Randy Daytona versus Karl Wolfschtagg.
You are so close to defeat, till it already reeks of your cheap cologne.
The joke's on you, pretty boy. It's not cologne, it's Lady Speed Stick.
Thank you, Master.
Listen to me. You said that you were gonna get me out of here, right?
They were supposed to be here by now. Look, don't worry, Randy.
I got a plan B.
You got a plan B?
Trust me. Meet me in the john in two minutes.
Welcome to Feng's bathroom.
Hey.
May I interest you in an Altoid or some Axe Body Spray?
Hey, these shoes look like they need a shine?
Hi.
Daytona.
I have said some cruel things about you to my friends here at the tournament.
I told them that the reason that you hate me so much
is because I had sex with your mother.
My mother died when I was two. I hardly knew her.
Yeah, I know. It's a horrible thing to say.
And yet these things that I say, over and over again,
I do not mean them.
'Cause, in truth,
you are the greatest player I have ever seen.
Other than myself.
Practicing in front of a mirror.
Which I do.
Every day.
In the nude.
I'm sorry for you that your papa is not here to see you.
I think he would be very proud of you.
Yeah.
So proud of you that he would probably bet some money on you again.
I could use the cash. Ha-ha.
Tell your dead parents I said, "What's up?"
We're staying.
Win or lose, I got to play him.
I can't keep running away from that German fruit salad.
Now I am proud.
It is better to die like a tiger than to live like a pussy.
I'm gonna go tell Rodriguez.
Rodriguez?
Open! Eat it!
Eat it!
How was I supposed to know you were gonna change your mind?
Silence. What's done is done. Let's hope it works.
I hate you guys.
Mr. Feng, there's been an accident.
Oh, no!
What have you...
I broke it.
Oh, my God!
Did that hurt? Yes!
Oh, dear.
I have no choice. I have to disqualify you.
I suppose Karl is our champion.
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
This is far from over, Daytona!
You suck!
Hey! Hey, come on. That stings. Who said that?
Well, poop. Randy, I was serious about my offer, okay?
And e-mail me when you make up your mind.
I'm Pradafan1@gmail.com. "Pradafan" is all one word.
I can't tell you how disappointed I am.
I'm afraid your reputation has preceded you, Agent Rodriguez.
Are you still waiting for your backup?
Bad guys have homing beacons, too.
Competition will continue as scheduled.
Hope you're a good southpaw.
Three-point game. To the death.
Come on.
I'm cool, man. I'm cool.
Oops. Clumsy, clumsy hippos.
You should be more careful with your racquet.
It's not like I get these shoes for free.
Oh, wait. Yes, I do. I do get them for free.
Time out.
Master, look. It's your brother's paddle. It's my winning paddle.
I mean, I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do now.
Gweilo! Have I taught you nothing?
Game not in paddle. Game in you.
You cannot change what is past.
You must play for this man.
Here, use this paddle.
It belongs to the greatest player I have ever known.
Thanks, Master.
Gunter, glieben, glauchen, globen
All right
I got something to say
Yeah, it's better to burn out
Yeah, than fade away
All right
Gonna start a fire
Come on
Rise up, gather round
Rock this place to the ground
Burn it up, let's go for broke
Watch the night go up in smoke
Rock on, rock on
Drive me crazier
No serenade, no fire brigade
Just pyromania, come on
What do you want?
I want rock 'n' roll
Yes, I do
Long live rock 'n' roll
Oh, let's go, let's strike a light
We're gonna blow like dynamite
There will be a slight change in today's program for the final match.
The part of Karl Wolfschtagg will be played by...
Maggie! Randy.
Maggie! No, Randy, no.
You get to play her to the death.
I thought this would be much more interesting, huh?
You bastard. What?
This is an outrage!
I demand retribution! I did not come all this way...
Oh, great, blow dart, yeah?
Super.
Master, you got to help me out.
You got to give me some advice, anything, please.
Sorry, gweilo, I'm out.
"Game not in paddle, game in you," is usually my big finish.
I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Hey. Less talkie-talkie. More Ping-Pong.
Three-point game to the death.
Maggie, come on.
I'm not gonna play you, Randy.
It would be an honor for me to give you my life.
One-zero. Randy Daytona.
I don't know why you couldn't just say that you love me.
I...
One-One.
That's not fair. That wasn't fair.
Randy, I'm trying to sacrifice my life for our love.
Stop being such a dick!
I'm not gonna let you lose, Maggie.
Here we go.
This is not very honorable!
I love you, Maggie.
Boring. Kill them. Kill them both.
We're missing Antiques Roadshow.
No.
Oh, crap!
Get to cover! Come on!
You want to play rough? Okay! Go! Go! Go!
Stop it! Are you insane? These are not replicas!
Well, some of them are, but they're limited edition replicas.
Backup's right outside, they just signaled.
I didn't sneak in two of these for nothing.
This is the FBI.
Oh, my God! What?
Wait a minute, I forgot something, guys.
What?
Come here, baby.
Wish me luck.
Good luck.
Get to the dock!
He took my Uzi.
Get away from the door!
Sweet.
Well, that was awesome of me.
Dude, I totally knew you'd rescue me!
Okay! All right! Okay! All right! As a friend! As a friend, I rescued you.
Oh, right. Yeah. Right.
Follow me!
This way. Up the stairs!
Oh, crap!
So what? What? What are you gonna do?
You gonna murder me like you murdered my father?
You people sound like a broken record.
"You killed my so-and-so and you murdered what's- his-face."
"I demand..." Blah-blah-blah. Get over it.
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't, don't, don't. Feng.
Listen, you kill me now,
we're never gonna know who Wong's best pupil is.
For the record,
I think we all assume that it is Randy.
You win, Wong.
Let's settle this, once and for all.
This rescue sucks, dude.
I know. Huh?
Not you, you're doing great.
Guys. Guys. Guys!
You, take the self-destruct doohickey. Just show it to the FBI.
Explain the house is rigged to blow. That will buy us time.
Ready, gweilo?
Any last words?
Yeah.
Self-destruct sequence activated.
Five minutes to detonation and counting.
It's your point, Feng.
I know. My serve, I think.
What the hell are you doing? It's over, Feng.
The Ping-Pong table doesn't know that.
If we stop playing, it will kill us both.
You mean, you can't turn it off?
God, that's so stupid!
Randy.
Get to the boat!
Okay, let's get out of here.
I'm gonna save the panda!
The panda's dead!
All right, FBI! You are all under arrest!
FBI!
Oh, shit!
That's my point, Feng.
But you missed the table!
I changed the rules a little.
I should have told you.
The way I play, you could hit it off anything you want.
One bounce, it counts. My bad.
Son of a bitch!
Guys!
This guy looks really tough.
You take him.
Two minutes to detonation.
You should've taken my offer.
I would've given you anything. Anything in the world!
I want my father back!
Lots of luck!
Come on, get up.
Come on, fast, fast, fast. Heads down. Heads down.
Get your own boat, Pedro! I call this one.
Guys! Guys!
Me, the money and the Chinese broad are taking off.
You see this pen?
This pen contains enough cyanide to kill everyone within 100-yard radius.
Do you think I'd come in here without a backup plan?
I'm FBI, pendejo!
Now, here's how it's gonna go down.
Hola. You like chorizo?
Let's get out of here. He's gonna be really mad.
Randy!
Remember what I told you, gweilo!
Feng only finished one-half of his training.
Come on.
I believe it's my serve, Feng.
Big deal. I never finished the training.
What's that mean? I have no honor or something?
It means you have no backhand.
Oh, shit!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...
Jump!
... five, four, three, two, one.
Dude, that was amazing!
I love you!
We are so proud of you!
Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.
Seriously, stop it!
You ready, pussycat?
Say hello to my little friend!
Are you okay?
Let's go, pussycat, one more time.
You got it?
Yeah.
Oh, no!
I heard that.
Okay, no more games.
Let me help you with that, Master.
There you go.
Hey, I wanted to thank you for everything that you've done for me.
So I got you a little something.
It's really not necessary.
But Master will accept.
What is it? Let me guess. It's something small.
No, don't...
Cufflinks? It's a ring.
I love jewelry.
I can't guess. What is it?
It's a new lucky cricket.
Oh.
Was.
I shall carry it with me always.
Yeah.
Don't bother. He's pretty much dead.
No, no, no. I will carry the box.
It will bring my spare change great honor.
Okay, you do that. You do that.
Hey, gweilo!
I just want to say
no hard feelings, huh?
Good luck on the new school, gweilo.
Thanks, man.
Dragon say, "May Wong's school of table tennis last 1,000 years.
"Or at least until the lease is up in August."
Oh, thanks.
It's nice. Thank you very much.
You know, I think we all learned a valuable lesson.
Dragon say, "This is not over yet, whitey!"
Walk it off, Randy.
A true Ping-Pong player must always be aware of his surroundings.
Master, are you all right?
I am going to Disneyland.
Maybe we should keep this closed.
There's a gate here. There's a blind man walking around.
Feng!
Shit!
I'm not leaving without you, Ying-Ying!
Panda's totally fake.
Feng, not Fang.
Feng? Feng.
I've been calling you Fang this whole time.
F-E-N-G.
Feng?
All right.
Please.