All language subtitles for The Quest [1996]

Cup of coffee?

Thank you.

- From around here?
- Long time ago.

Things sure as hell have changed, huh?

Well, things change.

Hey, why don't I just put a little taste
of whiskey in that coffee?

What do you say?

- That's nice.
- You just sit down over there.

Relax. You make yourself at home.
I will bring you the coffee.

Thank you.

What can I do for you fellas?

You want to do something for me?

- You can open the cash register.
- All right.

- Y...You just take it easy.
- You should leave.

I heard an echo.

Did you hear an echo?

Now.

What the hell
you going to do, old man?

Drool on me?

Mother....

Where did you learn
to fight like that?

It was long ago.

- What the hell is this?
- You read, please.

I am invited?

- Hey, Georgie!
- Yeah.

Get a load of this.

You know what to do.

Let's go, guys!
Let's go!

Hey, clown boy.

- Get off of my street.
- Wait a minute.

Hey, Dubois.

What are you,
sick in the head or something?

Please. Grow up, go get yourself some
decent clothes and come work for me.

- I don't work for nobody.
- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It's too bad, Dubois.
It's too bad.

You're a waste-of-talent nutcase,
you know that?

Suit yourself.
I got money to make.

Move.

Hey, here.

Please. Juggle.

Dubois, I want you and your kids
off the street.

I mean it, Dubois.
This is it.

Move it, kid.

Get down now
or we will knock you flat.

Grab him!

- Some nut, huh?
- Hmph. Yeah.

Get your ass down here.

Dubois, get down.

You have crossed the line, Dubois.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Looking for a toilet.

There's no toilet there.
Get lost. Get lost.

Where'd he go?

- Did you get it?
- There was nothing there.

It's impossible.
Today's the day.

Nothing, Chief. Sorry.

Nothing? Nothing.

I don't believe it.

- Wow!
- Did I tell you or what? We're rich!

Yeah!

- Look at that!
- With this we buy respect.

If we want something,
we take it.

- Forever and ever.
- Forever and ever!

- Billy.
- Yes, Chief?

Get us some food....
some real food.

Go.

- Let's celebrate.
- Yeah!

- Good night.
- Good night.

I am so full I could bust.

Red, you go to bed.
See you in the morning, kids.

Dubois!

Hand me the dough, clown,
or the kid's dead.

Easy, easy.
The kid had nothing to do with it.

Shut your mouth
and hand me the bag!

You heard him, Dubois.
Hand it over.

Count it.

Nobody steals from me.
Nobody.

Billy. Oh, Billy.

It's okay. It's okay.
He's going to be fine.

The cops are going to blame you, Chris.

Chris. Chris!

They're going to kill you!
Get out of here! Go!

Red, you're in charge now.
No matter what happens, I will come back.

I swear to God.
I will come back.

This way! Down here!

Put them in the wagon.

All right, come with me.

Dubois! I am going to find you
and I am going to kill you!

Dubois! Dubois!

Check the exits and watch the docks!
He's here somewhere!

Move it!
I got the gutter! Dubois!

Check the cargo.
Look around those boxes.

- What was that?
- By the warehouse! Move out!

Under there.

Your mother's health isn't improving,
and her money's gone.

I rather doubt she will be coming.

Now, Christopher, be a good boy
and stay right here.

I will be back.

Don't move. Don't move!

What is this?

A stowaway.
You work for us.

- Put him in chains.
- Wait.

Come on.

Back to work.

I come to say good-bye.

It's a shame,
but even good things...

come to an end.

Yes. I am sure...

the sharks will enjoy you.

Hit the boiler room.

- Grappling irons, now!
- Cast!

Fire at will!

Come on, boys.
The Turk's ours.

Harry, who the hell is that?

We're even.

Hey, you're losing
your aim, Dobbsy.

What's your name, son?

Christopher Dubois.

Mine's Dobbs. Lord Dobbs.

And how can we be of service,
Christopher Dubois?

I need to find a ship
back to America.

America, eh?
Well, you're in luck.

We might just find one
on Muay Thai Island.

- Muay Thai Island? No....
- Trust me.

Yes, sir. You are now the guest
of Admiral Dobbs and Harry Smith.

The last of the buccaneers.
Come aboard.

Thanks.

Piece of shit.

Muay Thai Island off the bow!

Muay Thai Island, Chris...

where my good friend
Mr. Khao will take care of you.

Hurry it up, lads.

Quickly as you can
with those boxes, boys.

I want to get this tide out of here.

Khao, my old friend.
Nice to see you.

How are you?
How's business?

Oh, that good, eh?
Well, I have a few interesting items...

I picked up on the way here.

Perfect for insurrections.

But I have something
even better. Harry.

- Bring Chris over here.
- Come on.

Watch the way the boy moves.

Chris Dubois from the United States,
the best fighter I have ever seen.

Oh, Chris. Khao was saying
he's going to make sure...

you catch the boat that comes here
from the States.

- Dobbsy....
- Yes. Khao, I suggest we step inside.

Dobbsy.

Wait here, kid. We're going to
fix you up nice with our friends here.

It's daylight bloody robbery.

He could get killed in the first fight.
Then what do I have?

The boy is good. I have seen him fight.
Have I ever lied to you?

This is the offer.
Take it or leave it.

Hey, kid! Kid!

This is going to turn out
to be your lucky day.

Great news, Chris. There is a ship due
in two weeks, and you are on it.

No need to thank us.

Oh, uh, remember what I told you.
Watch out for your tail.

Watch my tail.

Harry.

How many weeks?

Ah, this is great.

Dobbsy, this is going to be
the best one we ever had.

I do hate long good-byes.

Be ready at all times.
You will learn that...

or you will never become
Muay Thai fighter.

I need some help.
Take me home.

And take care
of Billy, Red, the kids.

Hey. Leave him alone.

Yeah, you. Yeah, you now.

Yeah. Always be ready.

Well.

Forget it, Dobbs.

Fifty pounds says I can gain
her most intimate confidence.

Come on, Dobbs.

Trust me, Harry.
Waiter?

Yes, sir.

The young lady who just came in.

Would you ask her if she'd care
to partake of a flute of champagne?

- Say it came from....
- Lord Dobbs?

Yes, sir. Castle in Scotland,
factories in Singapore.

- Smart lad.
- Thank you.

Castle in Scotland?

Excuse me, miss. The gentleman
over there would like to see you.

Thank you.

- I am sorry. Do we know one another?
- I can't be sure, Miss....

- Newton.
- Miss Newton.

Maybe it was my castle in Scotland
or our vineyards in the south of France?

- No.
- No matter. I shall remember.

Miss Newton.
By the way, I am Lord Edgar Dobbs.

This is the president of my company,
Harry Smith, with an "I".

- Ma'am.
- Pleased to meet you. Carrie Newton.

Miss Carrie Newton.

- Will you join us?
- I just came in for some refreshment.

Well, then, take it with us, please.

All right.
Thank you, my lord.

Edgar.

Let's dispense with silly titles.

So, what brings you to the Orient,
if I may inquire?

- I am here on assignment.
- An assignment?

- Like a journalist?
- Yes. The "New York Globe."

- "New York Globe," huh?
- Hmm.

- Maybe we met through my father.
- Your father?

Howard Newton.
He owns the "Globe."

Howard Newton.
Oh, yes, a splendid chap.

They say you can buy anything
you desire on the streets of Bangkok.

And what is it you desire,
Lord Dobbs?

Oh-ho, a great number of things,
but what about you, my dear?

- Well, what any woman desires.
- Oh?

A great story.

- What's he saying?
- Harry?

Something about Muay Thai tournament
tonight. Fighting or something.

That's what I desire.

Brutality?
That's strictly for peasants.

I am a journalist.

All right.
Harry will arrange it.

- Noisy, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- I warned you it was for peasants.
- We will get a seat over here.

Dobbs!

Khao. What a lovely surprise.

You are a thief, Dobbs.

- You sold me rusty rifles.
- Nothing that a little oil won't cure.

Nice American lady.
A very important journalist.

Carrie Newton.
Very good friend of Lord Dobbs.

Might write nice things
about Muay Thai fighting.

Make you famous in the
United States of America.

Oh, I see.
It's my pleasure to meet you.

Please, have a seat up there
with my good friend Lord Dobbs.

My God.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

- Let's go.
- You have to get me this story.

I will arrange it.

- Did you see him?
- Of course I saw him. Just keep moving.

- Did you see him?
- Keep moving.

Chris.

- We were looking for you, weren't we?
- Yeah, we were looking for you.

Good to see you again, my boy.

You have put on a little muscle.

You have become famous.
I always said you'd make it.

- Didn't I?
- Mm-hmm.

You owe me.

Yes, I do, Chris,
and I always repay my debts.

What do you want?

- The golden dragon.
- Golden what?

The golden dragon
in the Lost City.

Lost City?

The best fighters will meet
to compete in secret...

for a big dragon
made of solid gold.

- Solid gold.
- Solid gold.

You think you can win?

No.

You're learning.

What exactly do you
want me to do?

You buy me back from Khao
and finance my trip to the Lost City.

Carrie Newton.

What'd I miss?

Chris, my son, it is fortuitous,
us meeting like this.

A bloody gold dragon, eh?
Well, I will tell you what.

You get us to the Lost City,
and I will make sure that you....

We come back
with the gold dragon.

Deal.

- Yeah, Newman, I got it.
- No, it's "Newton."

N-E-W-T-O-N.

- Do you have a table?
- Lord Dobbs.

It's all right, waiter.
He's with us.

- I need a way to get on the journey.
- Find your own, lady.

Well, how about at least
printing a teaser on the story?

Okay, you get me a photo, and
I might get it in "Around the World."

Wait. Here's the wire.

Aren't you who we sent
to the Orient to get out of our hair?

Hello!
Hey, Newman, you there?

- Oh, my God.
- Hello!

You see, Chris...

the problem is that you can't get
into this wretched Ghan gheng thing...

without a special invitation.

- We will forge it.
- Impossible.

Apparently, it has a map on it,
so we are faced with a real dilemma.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, Miss Newton.

What are you so cheerful about?

Because, my lord, I hold in my hand
your ticket to that journey.

Not so fast.
First we make a deal.

What kind of deal?

I go with you
to the Ghan gheng.

- How do we know it's good?
- Oh, it's good.

It's very good.

Without it,
your plans are worthless.

- That's me. Devine. I need some help.
- Come with me.

- Mr. Devine?
- That's me.

Welcome to Bangkok.

I am Edgar Dobbs
of the Ghan gheng committee.

This is Harry Smith and
Christopher Dubois, your personal valet.

Hey, this is great.
I thought I was going to get stuck...

with a couple of Oriental fellas
didn't speak no English.

Oh, not for you, champ.
Chris, the bags.

Dobbs, I am going to kill you.

Not yet.
Remember:

It's thieves with pride
that dangle from the gallows.

Who said that?

Edgar Dobbs, lvory Coast, 1920.

Besides, Chris, my son,
we have an almost perfect plan.

Maxie has the map and the invitation
that will get us into the Lost City.

All that will be on his mind
is fighting.

Miss Newton is off getting
her story of the century...

and in the meantime,
you, Harry and yours truly...

will be devising ways and means
of stealing the dragon.

- Yeah. Sounds good to me.
- Good?

It is perfect. All we have to do
is keep the champ in our pocket.

- So, we ready to go?
- Thank you.

Well, now, who is this?

Carrie Newton. It's a pleasure to meet
the heavyweight champion of the world.

- Is she going with us?
- Somebody to record the historic event.

Let's get going.

Her father owns the "New York Globe."

- Well, whoop-de-doo.
- All right, make a pretty picture.

Smile.

Come on. Smile!

Now what?

Trust me.

Man, boss,
these elephants are busting my rump.

Oh, stop complaining, Harry.
We could be back in Cairo on camels.

Where'd you get
the haircut.... the army?

No, I am, uh...
I am a sailor.

I will tell you what. You look like
you're in pretty good shape.

I will work you out, give you
a few pointers. Who knows?

Maybe you'd make a good fighter.
Now that's the way to earn some money.

Yeah.

Yep, that's a pretty lady.

- Oh, my aching rump.
- Elephants.

From now on in, it's horses.

Dobbs. I am going to go for a walk.

Oh, be careful, boy-o.

Taken one?

A funeral.

No headstones.
That's how they bury thieves here.

Makes them give back to the earth.

Hey, Dobbs,
what do you drink with tonic?

Don't tell me.

- Gin.
- I said don't tell me.

Shut up, you!

The Americans!

Welcome to our humble inn.

Thank you.

- What the hell is this?
- Fresh-killed cobra, champ.

Well, I always say one should never eat
on an empty stomach.

I am for that.

Well, isn't this a small world?

Khao, my old friend,
I just realized I owed you some money.

- Harry?
- You didn't pay him?

No, he didn't pay me.
He's a thief. I am used to him.

But you....

You are worse. You dare go to
the Ghan gheng to fight against us...

after we have trained you in the ways
of the Muay Thai warrior.

You got it all wrong, pops.
He ain't going to fight. I am.

Correct.

That is correct.
This is Maxie Devine, the champ.

You are a fighter?

What are you talking about?

- What the hell's going on here?
- He's just talking nonsense.

It's gotten
a little quiet, hasn't it?

Now, as I was saying...

before I was so rudely interrupted
by Mr. Khao....

Excuse me, honorable sir.

We need this table.

- So do we.
- But....

You heard him!
Now beat it.

I said....

I say, do you speak English?

He knows what you're saying.

Hey, pal, scram.

Easy, kid.
It ain't worth it.

What the hell is this?

That's what you will
face at the Ghan gheng.

Good morning, champ.

Good morning, my ass.
You think I was born yesterday?

You don't have anything to do
with this damn Ghan gheng, do you?

Huh? And you're no valet, either.

You're nothing but
a cheap, lying punk.

- Take it easy.
- Take it easy?

You ain't no fighter, either. You
wouldn't last one round in a real fight.

- What do you think of that?
- Hey.

You want some?

Huh?

Come on. Come on!

Maxie.

No more.

No more.

Is this what you're after?

So what are you looking
so glum about?

"Maxie Devine."

This is, uh, Maxie Devine,
champion of America.

Welcome to Ghan gheng.

Kishu Yama from Japan.

Phang Prahan of Siam.

I am Phang.

Maxie Devine of America.

That's me.

Maxie Devine,
heavyweight champion of the world.

This man is
a better fighter than me...

and as the former
heavyweight champion...

I turn my title over to him.

This here's your man,
Christopher Dubois.

Dubois will be granted
a chance to prove...

if he is a worthy combatant
in the first round.

If not, Maxie Devine
shall pay the penalty...

and never leave the Lost City.

That thing is
bigger than I thought.

Why did you come back?

I have been champion a long time...

and you beat me...
with your legs, with your speed.

Besides, when I got
the invitation to come here...

I decided I was going to see the American
flag flying at the end of this thing.

I don't know what's
on your mind, Chris...

but I do know a champion
when I meet one...

and I am here to see
that you fight like one.

Now you know why.

Here in the Lost City...

at the top of the world...

we greet our first heroes.

In this mystical arena...

there are no masks....
just truth.

I wish you well.

Soviet Union against Spain.

Damn.

Japan against Okinawa.

Come.

France against Brazil!

dd Oh-yay-oh-yay
Oh-yay-oh-yay dd

dd Oh-yay-oh-yay
Oh-yay-oh-yay dd

dd Oh-yay-oh-yay Oh-yay-oh-yay dddd

Ohh!

China against Korea!

He's moving like an animal.

More like a snake.

Harry, our little pension fund.

Yeah.

Hey, boss, how come there ain't nobody
watching this thing?

Well, because they don't think
anybody can lift it.

- Chris, how are you feeling?
- The kid's a winner.

Of course he is,
for at least one round.

I mean, for your sake.

After all,
you don't want to become...

a permanent resident
of the Lost City, do you?

He should be in training.

- I know you will win the first round.
- Yeah.

You're going to win
the whole thing.

You're going to split
the prize with them?

We have a deal.

So do we.

Turkey against Scotland!

Hey!

Ohh! Aaah!

Ooh!

Siam against Africa!

dddd

Aaah!

Germany against United States!

Chris, I don't know about you...

but I plan on seeing
Times Square again.

Get him!

He's outclassed.

Hope you enjoy Christmas
in the Lost City.

New York City!

Aaah!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Mongolia against Greece!

This guy's no big deal.

Japan against Turkey!

Huh!

Hyah!

Ha-ha!

Hyah!

Now he's got a style
like a monkey.

Mongolia against Siam!

Aaah!

It's over.
Hit the gong!

No!

- Phang.
- Chris, sit down!

Chris?

We need a little chat.

Okay.

Tomorrow you are throwing the fight.

- Throwing the....
- Taking a dive.

- A plunge, kid.
- You see, it is the perfect set-up.

That dragon is so bloody enormous.....

if we're going to lift it out of here,
we need you healthy.

Well, let's face it.
You have been lucky so far.

Why the long face?

I thought this was your quest,
your dream.

Well, soon it will be a reality.

Harry, I think the kid
needs some rest.

Sleep well.

Spain against United States!

Up. Get up!

Get up!

Yeah! How about that?
The kid can really take a beating.

It's time for plan "B."

What's plan "B"?

Semifinal.

Mongolia against Japan!

See, the winner's going to wear himself
out, then he will roll right over for you.

This is good.

Aaah! Ohh!

Lucky punch.

Yeah. Yeah.

Lucky punch.

Come on, Dobbsy!
Dobbs, come on!

Come on. Dobbs!

Come on!

Secure it!

Semifinal.

United States against China!

A tiger.

Hurry it up!
I can't hold this forever!

- Yeah! All right, Dobbs!
- Is it secure?

Yeah!
What about me?

Come on!
Let's get out of here!

Hey, Dobbs!
You bastard!

What about me?

I will see you outside the gates.

Trust me, Harry.

Dobbs, we got company.

Run for it, Harry!

Dobbs!

What a mess.

Oh, yeah?

I am sorry, kid,
we tried to run out on you.

I guess that's
the difference between us.

I have never, ever said I was
sorry before, and meant it.

And I never, ever had a quest...

that wasn't for me,
number one.

I wasn't always
a pirate, you know.

Believe it or not,
for over 20 years...

I was a genuine captain...

....in the Royal Navy.

I raised the Union Jack in countries
you never even heard of...

fought the Hun in the great war.

For what?

For glory of God, the British Empire
and His Majesty the King.

And when it was all over,
what was I left with?

Oh, well, you win some...

you lose some.

Now, you just watch
your tail, my old son.

These men have committed
a great sacrilege...

against this competition.

Let it be known that the price
for such betrayal...

....is death!

No!

I will pay for their freedom.

I brought them here.

It's my fault.

If I win, they will go free.

You will keep the dragon.

This is for good.

So be it.

Final event!

Mongolia...

against United States!

Cover up!

Yeah!

Cover up!

Chris!

Get up! Chris! Get up!

Come on.

We're dead, Dobbs.
We're dead!

I won't say it again, Harry.
Shut up!

Chris!

Chris, give yourself
some room!

Chris!

Chris!

Boss, this don't sound good.

Don't sound good at all.

At least while they're shouting,
it means he's still alive.

Chris, you got him!
Now get in there and finish him!

- Go, go, go!
- Yeah! Yeah!

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on!

Aaah!

Yeah!

You have done it!
Chris!

Chris! Chris! Chris!

Chris, it's me, Maxie!
Chris!

It's all right, kid.

You did it.

Christopher Dubois, we honor you...

as the greatest warrior
of the Ghan gheng.

Hey, way to go, champ.

Thanks.

Christopher, now that you are
the undisputed champion...

- I have been thinking.
- About what?

A plan, a perfect plan.

Oh, I don't think he wants
to hear about it now, Harry.

I didn't get the golden dragon...

but I returned to New York,
like I promised.

I got the kids off the streets.

In the end, we all did just fine.

Maxie trained many great fighters
and became a big celebrity.

Last I heard, Dobbs and Harry
opened a trading post...

....deep in the Amazon.

Bless their souls.