Original subtitles

[ominous music]

(melancholy music)

- I have a son.

He's 12.

It sounds so cliche

but he means everything to me. (girls chattering)

But of course those years of

wondering if I was a failure

the in vitro, the breech,

the divorce

I shouldn't complain.

Edward does pay his fair share

and he's a great father to Jack but...

(2 gun shots)

(gun shot)

Those bills.

I have two faces.

Jack asks me what I do for a living.

I tell him I'm a boxer.

(laughs)

He gets all excited by that.

(groans)

He's a boy.

He wants to come to a fight, but I tell him when he's older.

In the meanwhile, he patches me up.

He's got talent, that kid.

He could be a great doctor.

Hey,

Mommy's got a premonition.

Go get the earthquake bag ready

and wait for me in the kitchen.

Cool

earthquake!

- Remember, wait.

Huh.

Listen to me

(door closes)

another cliche.

Chinese mom wants her Chines kid to be a doctor.

(trunk unlock)

(punch)

(bone snaps)

(hits thud)

But...

he would be great

(guns shot)

(more gun shots)

(gun click)

(pants) (triggers click)

(gun shot)

(grunts)

My clients like me because...

I am...

Yeah!

unexpected.

How do you know where I live?

(grunts)

How do you know where I live?

(grunts)

(gun shot)

How do you know where I live?

(laughs)

- You stupid bitch.

(grunts)

(screams)

(pants)

(screams)

- 5'4", close to middle age, I...

look like every other suburban soccer mom out there.

Or...

like any...

waitress, or...

like any middle class accountant.

Nobody expects me

not even my clients.

(gasps)

(gun shot)

- It wasn't my idea.

We shouldn't have hired such a crew.

(gun shots)

- I always told Jack that he could

come see me box

when he became a teenager.

Thirteen.

(footsteps echoing)

His birthday is next month.

(soft music)

(ominous music)