- Hey, where did Spiderman go? - Who?
That guy. That guy who bailed me out. Where did he go?
What, you?
- No way. - Why no way?
- Because, because... - Because, because old man?
Have tea. Feel better.
- How come you didn't tell me? - Tell you what?
- That you knew karate. - You never ask.
- And where'd you learn it from? - Father.
I thought he was a fisherman.
In Okinawa, all Miyagi know two thing, fish and karate.
Karate come from China, 16th century.
Called "te." "Hand."
Much later, Miyagi ancestor call "karate".
"Empty hand."
I always thought it came from Buddhist temples and stuff like that.
- You have too much TV. - That's what my mother tells me.
Hey, you ever taught anyone?
- No. - Would you?
- Depend. - On what?
Reason.
How's revenge?
Daniel-san, you look revenge that way, start by digging two grave.
Well, at least I have company, right?
Fighting always last answer to problem.
No offense, Mr. Miyaji, but I don't think you understand my problem.
Miyagi understand problem perfect.
Your friend all karate student?
- "Friend"? Yeah, those guys. - Problem, attitude.
No, problem is I'm getting my ass kicked every other day. That's the problem.
Because boys have bad attitude.
Karate for defense only.
That's not what these guys are taught, man.
I can see.
No such thing bad student. Only bad teacher.
Teacher say, student do.
Great. That solves everything for me.
I'll just go to the school and straighten it out with the teacher.
No problem.
Now use head for something other than target.
- I was only kidding about that. - Why kidding?
Because I'll get killed if I show up there.
Get killed anyway.
Would you go with me?
No, can't.
Why? You said it was a good idea, right?
For you, good idea. For me, good idea no get involved.
But you already are involved. I mean, you...
- Very sorry. - What?
Well, thanks for nothing then, man. Thanks for nothing.
Like I didn't have enough problems already.
Now I got to carry your weight, too. Thanks.
Don't do me any more favors, okay, pal.
- Daniel-san? - What?
Okay, I go.
Excellent, excellent, Mr. Miyaji, this is great.
Miyagi.
Miyagi. Miyagi.
Hey, what kind of belt do you have?
Canvas. You like?
J.C. Penney. $3.98.
I didn't mean a belt like that. I meant...
In Okinawa, belt mean no need rope hold up pants.
That's funny.
- Daniel-san. - What?
Karate here.
Karate never here.
You understand?
I think so.
Good night, Daniel-san.
Good night, Mr. Miyaji. Miyagi. Miyagi.
- Tomorrow morning? - 10:00.
10:00.
And...
Thanks for helping me out with my friends out there.
Hey, good morning, Mr. Miyagi.
Good morning, Daniel-san. How you feel this morning?
I'm a little sore, really.
- You know how drive? - Yeah, yeah, I do, really.
No, no, no, I'm not... I'm not very good at it, Mr. Miyagi.
Me, neither.
- Well, I really don't have a license. - Me, neither.
All right. I guess it's okay, then.
Kill!
You lose concentration in a fight, and you're dead meat.
- Yes, Sensei. - What?
Yes, Sensei!
Get up.
Give me 60 pushups on your knuckles.
Combat!
Brown, Robertson.
En garde!
Point. Front kick. What are you looking at? Finish him!
Return.
Prepare.
We do not train to be merciful here. Mercy is for the weak.
Here, on the street, in competition, a man confronts you, he is the enemy.
An enemy deserves no mercy. What is the problem, Mr. Lawrence?
Come on, let's forget this.
Wait. Not yet.
Class, we have visitors. Fall in behind me.
I hear you jumped some of my students last night.
Afraid the facts mixed up.
- Are you calling Mr. Lawrence a liar? - No call no one nothing.
- What are you here for, old man? - Come ask leave boy alone.
What's the matter? The boy can't take care of his own problems?
One-to-one problem, yes.
Five-to-one problem, too much ask anyone.
Is that what's bothering you? The odds?
Well, we can fix that. Feel like matching, Mr. Lawrence?
- Yes, Sensei! - No more fighting.
This is a karate dojo, not a knitting class.
You don't come in my dojo and drop a challenge and leave, old man.
Now, you get your boy on the mat, or you and I will have a major problem.
Too much advantage, your dojo.
- Name a place. - Tournament.
You got real nerve, old man. Real nerve.
But I think we can accommodate you.
- Can't we, Mr. Lawrence? - Yes, Sensei.
Fall in.
- Ask one more small request. - Make it fast.
Ask leave boy alone to train.
You're a pushy little bastard, ain't you? But I like that. I like that.
All right. No one touches the prima donna until the tournament.
- Is that understood? - Yes, Sensei!
But you don't show,
and it's open season
on him
and you.