花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script

杰瑞发布于07 Feb 17:07

在香港国际散打争霸赛上，美国青年卡森惨败于特里弗之手，并被当众羞辱，为报仇雪恨，卡森萌发了去少林寺出家习武的念头。他来到嵩山脚下，结识一个叫阿诗玛的姑娘。阿诗玛带他到少林寺山门。卡森好奇心胜，误闯经堂，被赶出山门，心灰意冷◇经阿诗玛爷爷的指点，他不畏烈日风雨，在山门前打坐，终于打动少林寺主持三德和尚，破例收卡森为少林弟子。卡森入寺后，先是随师兄弟劳作，时日一久，卡森露出烦闷，听起了摇滚音乐。三德法师原谅了他的过失◇来又在练武时逞强好胜，不慎打碎神像，三德法师又原谅了他，并借机教以少林武… After being humiliated in the ring by a dirty kickboxer who pulled down his shorts and then hit him, a martial arts master decides to travel to China and enter a monastery where he may learn the Shaolin form of fighting. The film then veers into "Karate Kid" territory where the novice humiliates himself at every turn, is tolerated as a foreigner, and still comes out a champion. The monastery teaches non-violence, but everyone knows that sooner or later the student will catch up with the bad guy.

ANGLE ON TREVOR'S CORNER The psychologist is exhorting him to destroy Drew. Trevor leans back on his padded stool, smiling.
The 3rd round starts. In this round, Trevor is destroying Drew, making him look ridiculous. A clinch comes, and (INSERT HERE) before they can break, Trevor grabs the drawstring around Drew's waist and pulls.
They face off ("20 seconds" comes the call), and Trevor charges. As Drew blocks, his pants begin to sag. Trevor, not trying to score, just trying to keep Drew's hands busy, keeps coming.
Drew's pants drop lower and lower.
When they get around his knees, he finally notices them, and reaches down to get them. Trevor drives and picks him up in a throw, effectively showing Drew's bare ass to the world.
CUT AWAY to crowd laughing, girls shocked, cameras poised and recording, one mom puts her hands over her daughter's eyes, etc.
Trevor dumps Drew and scores the final point, just as time runs out. A buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the round.
Trevor thrusts his fists into the air in celebration. Drew tries to crawl out of the ring, and everyone is watching him.
DISSOLVE TO: ANGLE ON TREVOR: As he is being interviewed by tv reporters.
TREVOR:
I was never worried. He's no match for me. I just hope the 2nd place trophy is a belt!
Crowd laughs, Trevor's entourage laughs the hardest.
ANGLE ON DREW: As he packs up his stuff.
DISSOLVE TO: EXT. NEW YORK BRIDGE – NIGHT ESTABLISHING SHOT OF DREW AND KWAN WALKING ALONG A BRIDGE, THE ENTIRE NEW YORK NIGHT SKYLINE IN THE B.G.
They are not talking, they are just walking, Drew kicking a can and contemplating the future, and the past.
INT. KWAN HOUSE – SAME NIGHT ESTABLISHING SHOT OF SMOKING ACUPUNCTURE NEEDLE, ITS TIP EMBEDDED IN DREW'S FOREARM.
Kwan's hand COMES INTO FRAME and flicks the needle, sending it vibrating back and forth.
CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL Drew sitting at the table in Kwan's house, the acupuncture needle in his arm and his face pensive and sad. Kwan busies himself around the needle, trying to alleviate the pain of Drew's bruises.
KWAN:
Next time we get that guy...
DREW:
(shaking his head) No next time, Master. Maybe... (big sigh) ... you should find a new student. I just can't do it – I'm not getting any better!
KWAN (CONT'D) Don't talk like that. At Shaolin... He pauses, and decides not to tell another Shaolin Temple story. Drew looks at him funny – this is very against his character.
KWAN (CONT'D) I saw a Shaolin monk once. I was only 5 years old at the time, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I was coming back from the market with my father. Soldiers stopped us and were taking the food we had just bought. It was all we had left to eat – no more money. These were hard times in China, people were selling their children for food, and the soldiers had no right. Who can stop soldiers with guns, though? Yes?
He pauses, and takes a sip of tea, checking the needle, adjusting it and turning it slightly this way and that.
KWAN (CONT'D) Just as the soldiers were leaving, a monk stepped out of the crowd and told them very calmly to put the food back. Well, naturally, they didn't. They pushed the monk, and the next thing I knew the soldiers were in the street, and the food was back in my father's arms. 5 soldiers, and they were in a heap on the ground, their blood mixing with the dust of the street.
Kwan smiles with the memory – it is a sweet and heroic one.
KWAN (CONT'D) The crowd whispered "Shaolin", and he bowed to us, touched my cheek and smiled, then just walked on. I watched him until he disappeared in the distance. He was larger than life, a hero to a little boy of 5. I vowed then and there to become like him, fight for right like the Shaolin.