In “Jack Burton” we catch up with Jack (Kurt Russell) at his cabin by the lake. The lumbering, slobbering Wild-Man, last seen emerging from Jack’s rig, is somewhat pacified now and is his pet. Jack himself is up to his old tricks: hauling ass, gambling and pumping himself up on the CB. He’s also having bouts of dizziness but isn’t sure why. As the credits wind down, Jack receives a couriered letter from Wang (Dennis Dun) with cash. Egg Shen has died and Jack is asked to come to the funeral. He’s surprised but packs a toothbrush, leashes Wild-Man to a line that snakes through the forest and gives him a neck scratch goodbye. Back in San Francisco, Wang and Jack reunite along with Uncle Chu and Eddie. Beyond Egg’s death something is off but Wang denies it, until the funeral. There is none. Egg is comfortably in the ground, his death approaching three years, the traditional mourning period for a first-born son. Jack demands an explanation when they’re confronted by a band of Wing Kong, led by Lightning. He’s alive and wears a metal exo-skeleton to give him mobility. Lightning eyes Jack curiously and threats are made but this is hallowed ground. Jack feels faint and vomits on his shoes. At the restaurant, Wang comes clean. Egg has passed but his spirit energy, the essence of accumulated knowledge and power, lives. In Jack. As Egg had intended it, it seems. And on the three-year anniversary of Egg’s death, there it will stay unless moved to a permanent vessel by ancient ritual. Jack can’t believe his ears. “Cause no one would ever guess that this specimen of a working man holds the mystic spirit of the Motherland? I’m a damn safe house Wang!” “Come on Jack.” But things get interesting when Jack learns to channel the power of black magic.

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