All language subtitles for Noble.House.S01E02.Part.2.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track6_[eng]

- Hello, Tai-Pan. We're late.

- Good evening.
- No, you're right on time.

- How has your day been?

- Oh, up and down. How was yours?

- It's busy, but we're getting there.

Our head counsel and tax
attorney, Seymour Steigler,

is coming on Thursday.

We went over some of the
details on the phone,

and he doesn't think there'll
be any problem closing it.

- Good.

Now, what sort of food
would you like for dinner?

- How about Chinese?
- Sorry,

you got to be more specific.

That's like saying you want European food.

- Well, egg roll, sweet and
sour, chop suey, fried rice.

Just no snake or dog
or anything like that.

- Well, snake's very good in season,

especially the bile mixed with tea

and a little young chow
dog stewed in oyster sauce.

- Oh, no. Have you eaten-

- They tell me it was true.

But don't worry, tonight it'll
be egg rolls and chop suey,

if we can find someone
who knows how to make it.

Would you like to see something first?

Something I think may
stimulate your appetite?

- What's that?

- Gold.

99.99% pure, in the
regulation 35-ounce bars.

25 bars per crate.

- Six crates times.

You're looking at almost two
and a half million bucks.

- Yes, in the old days gold in Hong Kong

was mostly in what they
called smuggler bars.

They weighed just a
little over six ounces,

and a good courier could
carry over 200 of them,

or so they tell me.

- Seems that everything here
has a story attached to it.

- Well, Hong Kong may not
have the very long history

compared to Europe or the States,

but it's all quite colorful.

- Quite wonderful, too.

- The charm of Hong Kong
must be getting to you.

- Everything about it.

- Okay if I pick it up?

- Help yourself.

- Real money.

- Yes.

Gold does have a quality of permanence.

- This yours?

- No.

All of this belongs

to Lando Mata's Macao gambling concession.

He's shifting it from
here to the Victoria Bank.

- Does that mean that
Ho-Pak's going belly up?

- Oh, gold gets moved around all the time.

- Don't suppose Struans has
much money tied up here.

- There are many banks in Hong Kong,

and we deal with quite a few of them.

- I could use a bottle of beer.

This much money makes me real thirsty.

- But you promised you'd take me.

- My wife changed her mind.

Now she's going, so I can't.

- But everyone will be at
the party. I have to go.

Tell your wife to be sick.

- [Richard] Oh, my little flower heart.

- You promised.

- I'll see you afterwards.

- Afterwards I'll be tired.

First you promise me a mink coat

and you never gave it to me,

and now you won't take me
to Sir Shi-teh's party?

You don't love me anymore.

- Of course I love you.

Don't I pay for this
apartment, your clothes?

- I'll accept Four Finger Wu's invitation.

That's what I'll do.

- What? That foul old man?

Has he been-

- At least he doesn't break his promises.

And he invited me to Sir Shi-teh's party.

- Uh, you won't go with him. I forbid it.

- Where's my mink coat?
Probably on your wife's back.

- I told you. It'll be ready Friday.

- Promise on all the gods?

- I promise! There.

Oh, now you've given me a headache.

- Oh, you poor man.

I'll make it better for you.

- [Richard] Oh.

- You're getting to like it here.

- Mm!

- Anything in particular change your mind?

- Why?

- [Linc] You're starting
to make me nervous, Casey.

- How?

- Just for the way you
look at ian Dunross.

You couldn't keep your
eyes off him all night.

- What are you, my father all of a sudden?

- [Linc] No, I'm your boss.
You work for me, remember?

- And I do a damn good job.

- And that's the way I wanna keep it.

This is a business trip.
It's not a romantic holiday.

I don't want your emotions
interfering with my plans.

- Kind of overreacting, aren't you?

- Yeah. Maybe I am.

But no romance, especially
not with ian Dunross.

Pick another guy, another
time, another place.

- You're the boss.

- You bet I am.

- How's my investment this morning, Bluey?

- She's a fine horse, Mr. Gornt.

- Yeah.

- [Armstrong] What's so bloody important?

- Did you see the way Noble
Star charged the wire?

- It's 6:30 in the morning, Brian.

- I've been up all night,
Robert, working for both of us,

so I thought you could buy me
some dim sum for breakfast.

- Working, when? At the Tai-Pan's party?

I heard you were there the other night.

- Well, it's all work,
isn't it, whatever we do.

Besides, Ian's a friend.

- Ugh, you and your bloody friends.

All right, let's have
it. What did you hear?

- There's a $100,000 reward waiting

for whoever finds John Chen.

- [Armstrong] Offered by whom?

- Well, that's the part I didn't
get, but $100,000, Robert.

There's got to be something
special about John,

or John's got something that's
very special to someone else.

- If it's true. And you
woke me up for that.

- I woke you up 'cause I was hungry.

It's your turn to buy.

- Oh, you're a terrible man.

- She's a trier.

Noble Star is a real trier.

- What about Saturday?

I'll be very unhappy if Noble
Star loses to Pilot Fish.

- Mr. Gornt has a good horse
there. A serious threat.

- I want Noble Star to win, Alexi.

- In that case, I suggest

you ride Noble Star yourself, Tai-Pan.

- Mm-hmm, I'm considering it.

- I would not advise it.

- I know.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Come on, girl. Okay.

- [Quillan] You called
this meeting, Mr. Bartlett.

- [Linc] You convinced me, Mr. Gornt.

I'm not quite sure how you pulled it off,

but the Ho-Pak is looking very dead.

- And the Noble House is
still alive, thanks to you.

Yes, I heard you closed
your deal with Dunross.

- In principle.

- But not in fact?

What are you saying, Mr. Bartlett?

- How's your cash flow?

- I've already told you.

I'm 20 times stronger than Struans.

- If you were 20 times
stronger, Mr. Gornt,

you'd be the Noble House,

and I asked you a serious question.

Either give me a serious answer,

or drop me off at the next corner.

- All right.

What exactly do you want to know?

- And if the Victoria
Bank went against him

and there was nowhere else
that Dunross could get credit,

it'd only be a question of timing.

The right moment, and Noble
House would be wide open

for a takeover.

- Where the hell did you
get all this information?

- I got Struan's balance sheets
for the last seven years.

- That's impossible.

- You wanna bet?

- No. No, I don't.

Where is your executive vice president?

Shouldn't she, uh-
- Casey's not in on this,

not yet, besides, I'm the boss of Par Con.

- I never doubted that, Mr. Bartlett.

What do you have in mind?

- A raid on the Noble House.

- It's been tried before.
- Not by me.

- [Quillan] What do you want me to do?

- The same thing you did with the Ho-Pak.

I want you to start rumors.

As soon as the market opens,
you sell Struans short.

Let everybody know that the
price of the Noble House stock

is gonna drop like a supermarket sale.

It'll make Struans the special of the day,

marked down $10 a share.

- And what will you do?

- Nothing. Simple as that.

- For you, perhaps.

I'll be the one that'll be exposed.

It'll be my money at risk.

Now, I may despise ian Dunross,

but I don't think he's a fool,

and I'd never underestimate him.

If I sell Struans short and Dunross

can keep the stock from falling,

then I'm the one that's vulnerable.

- Not if I cover all your losses.

- All?

- I pay all the losses
and take half the profit

for today, tomorrow, and Friday.

If we don't have him on the run

by close of business Friday we've failed,

but if Dunross is ready to go,

I'll pull the rug out from
under the Noble House on Monday,

and it'll fall.

- If you're willing to do this to Dunross,

how do I know you won't do it to me?

- I'll put four million
in any Swiss bank you name

by 10 o'clock this morning.

That's 31 million Hong Kong,

which sure as hell is
enough to cover any losses.

Four million.

No strings, no paper, no promissory note.

Just your word.

- My word?

It sounds too good
to be true, Mr. Bartlett.

Where's the catch?

First you do a deal with Dunross.

Now you give me the chance to destroy him.

Is it something personal?

- Just business, Mr. Gornt.

I don't owe Dunross anything,
and he doesn't owe me.

- I'll think over your proposition,

give you an answer by noon.

- Now, Mr. Gornt.

Right now or not at all.

- The Bank of Switzerland and Zurich.

Account number 181819.

I'll write that down for you.

- There's no need.

The four million will be there by 10:00.

- And if we fail?

- I'll lose my money. A
rig's always a gamble.

But the odds are right,
and so is the timing,

and I've seen enough of Hong Kong to know

it has its own special
rules, and there's no way

I'm gonna learn those in a week.

But why should I, when
I got you?

- Look over there, Inspector.

The old woman, the old amah.

- What do you make of that, Sergeant?

- I don't know, sir,
but it's the third time.

The old amah points to someone

who's just come out of
the bank, and he goes off.

Then he comes back again
and he slips her something.

I think it's money.

- Keep your eye on the old woman.

What are you doing here?

- Nothing. Nothing at all.

- Why are you giving this man money?

Is he accosting you? ls
he trying to squeeze you?

- He- he is my cousin, and I owe him $500,

and I paid him.

- You have a lot of cousins, don't you?

Turn out your pocket.

- Why? I haven't done anything wrong.

You can't search me without a warrant.

I know the law.

- Then we'll search you
down at the station.

Come on.

- I only get some money from the bank.

- I saw the old man run
down the alley, Inspector.

If I'd gone after him, this
one would have run away.

- That's a lie.

Why would I run? I have done nothing.

- Let me see your ID card, please.

- Why? You think I am an illegal?

I lived here for three years. You see?

- Where are you from, Ah-Tam?

- My village was Ning-Tok.

- That's near Canton, sir.

My family lived there 10 years ago.

My father owned the pharmacy.

- I know the pharmacy.

I remember when your family moved away.

You see?

Ning-Tok was a wonderful village,
not like this foul place.

- Why did you leave? Because
your son wanted to come here?

- My son? I have no son.

- Then who was that young
man you were talking to?

- A friend. A very important person.

- Why is he important?

- Oh, he knows important people.

- Who does he know, elder sister?

- He knows the Werewolf.

- You are making this up.

- Would I lie to someone from
our own village, huh? Huh?

- Where the hell have you been?

You told Dunross you'd meet
him at the stock exchange

45 minutes ago.

- I had an early meeting.
Ran a little late.

- Meeting with who?

- Quillan Gornt. Your coffee's cold.

- Gornt. What for?

- Insurance.

- Against what? The Struan deal is closed.

- Yeah, but it's not signed.

And we know the Noble
House has no cash reserves,

and Dunross may not have the money flow

to come up with his half of the deal.

- And Gornt will?

What is it, both ends
against the middle time?

- It's much better than that.

Gornt is gonna start selling Struan short.

I backed him for four million.
He's feeling very brave.

- $4 million?
- It's a bargain.

They go to war, we own the battlefield.

All we got to do is wait till Monday.

If Gornt wins, we win.
If Dunross wins, we win.

Either way, we become
the Noble House.

- Ah, my old friend. It is a sad time.

If the son of Noble House
Chen can be kidnapped,

then who of us is safe?

- I must find John.

- Of course, you have
a father's heart. Come.

When did you receive this new letter?

- This morning. It was
postmarked Aberdeen.

-
language] It insults my honor

that this Werewolf would even come here

to mail his filthy letter.

What did it say?

- Tonight, he wants the
money tonight. 500,000.

- Where?
- Man Mo Temple.

I'm to take a taxi, then
walk across the street

and go down the steps.

The Werewolf will be watching me.

- So will my men, to protect you.

This Werewolf could take the
money and kidnap you as well,

but my men will make sure
that does not happen.

What time?
- Nine o'clock.

- My men will be waiting. Don't worry.

- H-how can I repay
you for your kindness?

- Between us,
old friend,

There are no debts.

- Good God.

Look at that, Struans are
off three and a half points

in one day.

- Yes, it looks as if the
rumors were right again.

- Yes, but everyone's heard
about the Par Con deal.

- It's going to fall through.
Sell 100,000 Struans.

- But Mr. Gornt, don't
you think that your-

- No. Now please do what I ask.

- You were right about
selling Ho-Pak short,

but Ho-Pak's not the Noble House.

Richard Kwang was without resources,

but the Tai-Pan will get
all the support he needs.

- Times change. People change.

If Struans have extended
themselves and can't pay?

Well, my dear fellow, this is Hong Kong,

and I hope the buggers go to the wall.

Make it 200,000.

- You're wrong this time.

- Then go to hell.

- I'm British. I'm going
to heaven, didn't you know?

But if you say sell, then I sell.

- Sorry we're late, Tai-Pan.

- Oh.
- My fault.

Somebody's, uh, selling you short.

- Mm-hmm. And guess who.

Quillan Gornt seems to
be adventurous today.

- What are you going to do?

- Play the game.

- Are you gonna go to that party tonight,

the one at the floating restaurant?

- The Floating Dragon, yes.

It's the Sir Shi-teh
Chung's annual charity bash.

Would you like to go?

- We've been invited.

- Then why don't I send a car for you?

We can have a drink at the Great House

and then go down to Aberdeen together.

- They look pretty friendly.

Suppose the Struan/Par Con
deal doesn't fall through?

- I said it will.

- You could get badly burned, Mr. Gornt.

If the price of the stock doesn't drop,

it'll cost you a fortune.

- Buy or sell, the broker makes 1/4 of 1%.

- Yes, Mr. Gornt, only if the client pays.

- Are you suggesting my
credit isn't good enough?

- No. No, of course not.

- Good! Then kindly sell
another 300,000 Struans.

Now, Mr. Stern!

I wanna see it on the board today.

- If Struans gets brought down,

the whole market could fall.

- There will be an adjustment, that's all.

- Adjustment? It'll be a bloodbath.

Thousands of investors will be wiped out-

- Look, I really don't want a lecture

on Hong Kong economics!

Now, if you won't carry
out my instructions,

I will take my business elsewhere.

- It's your money, Mr. Gornt,

but there's never been
500,000 Noble House shares

on offer in the history of the exchange.

They could suspend trading.

- Then I suggest that you hurry up.

- I have 300,000 Struans.

- We buy!

- All my shares?

- Yes. Yours and all the rest.

- With what? It's almost $18 million cash.

- The Noble House is good
for that and millions more.

Has anyone ever doubted it?

- I doubt it.

I'll sell short again tomorrow.

- Well, it's a bad day for
the Noble House, Tai-Pan.

- There have been worse.

Thank you for coming.

- You think my boat has
too many ears?

- It's beautiful here.

You will help Philip tonight
when he delivers the ransom?

- Mm, we will make sure that
he receives what he pays for.

But you did not ask me
here to talk of John Chen.

- No, listen, old friend,

I have never sought a
favor from you before.

- Ah, chi-chi, long line
of your Tai-Pan ancestors

have sought plenty favors

and made great profits from my ancestors.

- I want to borrow $40 million.

- Then you are speaking
to the wrong man, Tai-Pan.

40 million?

How could a poor old fisherman
like me have such cash?

- More came out
of the Ho-Pak yesterday,

old friend.
- Ai-yah!

Curse on all those who
whisper false information.

At what interest?

- Highest interest.

- I will ask among my friends.
Perhaps they can help.

Perhaps we can help together,

but perhaps my friends will
seek a favor in return.

- What kind of favor?

- The Noble House has many ships.

My friends have cargo that
needs to be carried privately.

- Not the white powder.

- Perhaps they could
even raise 100 million,

if Tai-Pan agreed.

- The white powder is terrible joss.

All drugs are terrible joss.

My ancestors, old green-eyed
devil and the terrible hag,

both put a curse on those
who deal in the white powder.

- I don't fear curses, even from them.

- Ships of the Noble House
will never carry narcotics,

old friend.

There can be no bargain for that.

- Then, Tai-Pan, do not expect
water from an empty well.

- [Ian] There's nothing to worry about.

Gornt's up to his tricks, that's all.

- [Lando] It's not just Gornt, ian.

It's the Ho-Pak and the way
the whole market's reacting.

I've started transferring
my accounts to New York.

- [Ian] What else have you heard?

- [Lando] You know me.

I'm just more cautious than you, Tai-Pan.

The cost of my money comes very high.

- No more than mine.

Have you heard something?

- Another 600,000 Noble House shares

will be on offer tomorrow.

The price will fall.

- Who's selling?
- The Chinese.

They're very nervous here.

You should be prepared.

- Prepared? In what way?
- What would Dirk Struan do?

- He's perpetual. I'm temporary.

What about your shares?
You've got 300,000.

- Plus. And they're not on offer.

I bought at 16, remember, when
you first went on the market?

So I'm not worried yet.

Perhaps Alastair Struan was right

when he advised against going public.

Noble House is only
vulnerable because of that.

- Without going public, we
could never have survived

the disasters I inherited.

- We shall never know that, shall we?

Never know if your decision
was the only one possible.

But if you resign, it will
no longer be your problem.

- No, I can't.

- Come now, Tai-Pan, be sensible.

Even if the Noble House
survives this attack,

there will be others.

Your predecessors resigned
when they were in less trouble.

- I'm sorry, that's not possible.

- Why, because you swore
an oath to an unknown,

unknowable God in whom you don't believe?

On behalf of a murdering pirate

who's been dead over 100 years?

- For whatever the reason,
the answer is thank you.

No.

- You could lose the whole company.

- No. That is not going to happen.

- If joss is against you and you fail,

my offer to head the new syndicate stands,

but only for the next two weeks.

I shall have to sell my stock at 21.

- Below 20, not 21.

- It will go that low?

- 20 is better than 21.

- Yes. We shall see what tomorrow brings.

- [Casey] Hello, Tai-Pan.

- Casey.
- Mr. Mata.

- Ms. Casey.

I wish you good joss, ian.

- Take care.

Where's Linc?

- Oh, he's tied up on the
phone, talking to the States.

Said he'd meet us later
at the Floating Dragon.

I hope your offer still stands.

- There's a modest bottle
of champagne waiting on ice.

- Lead me to it.

- While I think of it, Lim Chu,

if I want some foreign
devil's car interfered with

I will order it.

- Uh, yes, Tai-Pan, but-

- That means now, tomorrow,
and every tomorrow after that.

The Noble House has always survived

by holding greater honor than its enemies.

- Okay, that's enough.

Kill the mic.

- That was great, whatever
you were talking about.

- [Orlanda] What a nice surprise.

- For both of us.

Been on the phone for hours,

just came out for a walk
and let my ears cool off.

Who was that you were interviewing?

- Sir Shi-teh Chung.

He's giving his annual charity party

at the Floating Dragon
in Aberdeen tonight.

Aren't you going?

- I don't know, Casey's
going with ian Dunross,

which leaves me without a date.

Unless, uh, you wouldn't
happen to be free this evening?

- I'm going to the party,

but I don't have a date either.

- I knew something wonderful
was gonna happen today.

- Well? Tell me the rest of it.

- Oh, it's a long story.

Besides, Lim Chu shouldn't
have told you the story.

- Oh, it was my fault.

There was a picture of you
when you were a teenager

with an old Chinese man,
and I just asked who he was.

Lim Chu started grinning
and said to ask you about.

- Uncle-
- Chen-Chen.

- Who was he and what's
so funny about him?

- It was a long time ago, Casey.

Hong Kong was different then.

- Who is Uncle Chen-Chen?

- A family retainer. He sold me.

- What?

- [Ian] He sold me when I was 14.

- Sold your what?

- My virginity.

- To who?

- Well, it was sort of an auction.

Every pleasure house in Hong
Kong bid for the privilege

of servicing the first
pillow-time of a future Tai-Pan,

the great-great-great-grandson

of the green-eyed devil himself.

- You've got to be kidding.

- Uncle Chen-Chen made
20,000 Hong Kong on the deal.

- What about you?

- I didn't find out what
had happened for 10 years.

- What was her name, the lucky girl?

- She was called Elegant Jade.

Why?

- Just wanted to know if you remembered.

- Gimme the bag.

- What? Who are you?

- I'm the Werewolf. Now gimme the bag.

- Here. Now, where is my son?

- Just keep walking. Don't look around!

- But my son! You promised!

- Hey! Hey, where's the bag?

- They, they took it.

- Open it!

- It worked, Father. Noble House Chen pay.

You should have seen his face.

- He was so frightened.

- Did you look inside the
bag? ls the money there?

- Uh, there was no time.

- We come back here as fast as we could.

- Oh!

Ah! In one step, we have reached heaven.

- Where is number one son Chen?

- We, we don't know any
number one son Chen.

- Where is number one son Chen?

- He's dead. We buried him.

I swear.
- Where? Where?

- Near the old Sha Tin Road.

Listen, we'll split the money with you.

- Just answer the question,
you son of a whore,

or I'll slit your tongue.

Where is number one son Chen's things?

Things he had with him?

- We sent everything to Noble House Chen.

Everything except for the
money he had, I swear.

- It's true. Everything
he told you is true!

- Who killed him? Who
killed number one son Chen?

- He did!

He killed him! Hit him with a shovel.

It wasn't our fault.

- What else did you take
from number one son?

- His watch. My father stole his watch.

There! There it is!

- Nothing else?
- Nothing!

- Shall we cut these ones, too?

- No. Not yet. Here, you take this one.

"This number one son
Chen had the stupidity

to try to escape.

No one can escape the Werewolf.

All Hong Kong beware.

My eyes are everywhere."

What is this?

- My father was gonna make
us dig number one son up

and put that on his chest,
and, and put his body

beside the old Sha Tin Road.

- Sounds like a good idea.

And when you start to dig,
make sure you find him quickly

or your eyes won't be anywhere.

- Ah!

- What do you make of that, Tai-Pan?

Four Finger Wu and his new crumpet.

- [Ian] I'd say there
was hope for all of us.

- She's incredibly beautiful.

- Venus Poon.

She's, I guess, what you
call a, uh, TV starlet.

Casey, let me introduce
you to Richard Pugmire

of Hong Kong General Stores
and Charles Biltzmann

of American Super Foods.

Gentlemen, Casey Tcholok.

- Par Con, nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you
and Linc Bartlett back home.

- All good, I hope.

- Is it true what I've heard, Richard,

that General Stores and
Super Foods are merging?

- There are no secrets
in this bloody town.

Should be finalized by
the end of the month.

How do you think your horses
are gonna do this Saturday?

Think Noble Star can catch
Quillan Gornt's horse?

- We'll certainly be trying.

- I thought all
the races here were fixed.

- If you can prove that,

I'm sure the stewards would like to know.

Until you can prove it, Mr. Biltzmann,

I'd advise you to be
somewhat more cautious

about making such comments.

- Charles was only joking, Tai-Pan.

- Yes, I'm sure he was.

- You weren't very friendly.

- You don't have to be
friendly to everyone.

- And tomorrow everything
will settle down,

I guarantee you.

The Ho-Pak's as solid
today as it's always been.

Just certain foul people spreading rumors.

- Oh, there are a lot
of foul people around.

- And if you wouldn't quote
an article explaining that

in the next issue of the China Guardian.

- Oh, there will be an article, Richard,

you can count on that.

- Favorable, I hope.
- Accurate.

Or at least as accurate as I can make it.

Of course, we cannot ignore

what's been happening
at your Aberdeen branch.

- A few noisy, impatient
people, that's all.

- Hm, more than a few.

I drove out there this morning.

There must have been at least 500.

- Well, I wasn't there.

- And at the other
branches? Sha Tin, Bangkok?

- Well, I haven't got the exact figures,

but you know how these
things get exaggerated.

- Well, I heard there were
still hundreds of people

waiting at closing.

Richard, have you spoken with
Victoria about assistance?

- I can assure you there is no need.

The Ho-Pak can handle.

- Yes, the Ho-Pak can
handle what, Richard?

- Positive article in the Guardian

would be most helpful, Christian.

If there's anything I
can do to persuade you?

- You can tell me the truth.

- These people are out to ruin me.

- Which people exactly?

- I don't know.

- God, do you think they'll ever feed us?

Last year was a bore,
but I think Sir Shi-teh

is gonna break his own record.

I hear that you and Dunross

went on a buying and selling spree.

What happened? Pity I missed it.

- Well, you'll get
another chance tomorrow.

- Mm. 500,000 of his own stock.

Can the Tai-Pan pay for it?

- Don't ask me. Ask his banker.

- You know better than that, Quillan.

Bankers are pledged to secrecy.

- Did you see that darling
Four Finger Wu had on his arm?

Wasn't that Richard Kwang's plaything?

Looks like Richard's
losing more than his bank.

Oh, God, if they don't
feed us soon, I'm leaving.

- You must learn to be
more patient, Jason.

- That's quite a dress.

- I'm glad you like it. It's new.

- For the occasion?

- You might say that.

- Mr. Tip, it seems to
be your week for parties.

- I thought that is your
responsibility, Mr. Dunross.

- Tip Tok-Toh represents the Bank of China

here in Hong Kong.

- How do you do? I'm Casey Tcholok.

- A very interesting name.

- Tcholok? Originally it was Tcholokian.

My grandparents came from Romania.

Did you say the Bank of China?

- Mm-hmm.
- Does that surprise you?

- Why, I didn't realize that-

- The People's Republic
of China had a bank?

- Here, I mean. In Hong Kong.

- We have for many years.
A bank and much more.

After all, Hong Kong is China, too.

I was troubled to learn of your
difficulties today, Tai-Pan.

- Oh, a temporary storm.

I'm sure the Noble House will weather it.

- I hope so.

If the Noble House totters,

the whole economy of Hong
Kong will be strained.

- Really? Why should that worry you?

- Oh, it does, Ms. Tcholok.

It worries us very much.

Just as a parent worries
about an absent child.

- They should have a lottery.

The guess is what time
dinner is finally served

against the whole bundle.

- Where is your spirit of charity, Bruce?

After all, this is a charitable event.

- Yes, but this year,

dinner seems to be turning into breakfast.

Some people aren't waiting.

- All time.

See how you feel. There again.

Wishful thinking, old son.

- False alarm. False alarm.

- There's Linc.

- And Orlanda Ramos.

- Do you know her?

- Only by reputation.

- Good or bad?

- That depends on your point of view.

Orlanda was Quillan Gornt's
friend for quite a few years.

- You mean his mistress?

- [Jacques] Yes, I
suppose that's the word,

it was all very discreet.

- Does the Tai-Pan know?

- Oh, my dear, this
is Hong Kong, everybody knows.

- I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Excuse me.

Hello, Orlanda. That's a fantastic dress.

Running a little late tonight, boss?

- Orlanda said there was no
point in getting here early.

- Sir Shi-teh's parties are
famous for starving guests.

It's nice to see you again, Casey.

Are you enjoying Hong Kong?

- I'm afraid I haven't
seen much of it yet.

- Well, I'd love to show you around,

and if you want to go shopping.

- Casey doesn't have a lot of free time.

I keep her pretty busy.

- Now that you mention it, I
could do with some time off.

- Not on this trip.

- Oh, that's not fair, Linc.

At least let me have
Casey for an afternoon.

- We'll see how things go. I'm starving.

- I warned him to eat
something before we came.

- No, my arm! My arm!

- [Ian] Mary, good night.

Take care of yourself.

Good night. Say hello
to Chong for me, please.

- Tai-Pan, if you don't mind,
I think I'll forego the meal.

- No, no, I'll see you in the morning.

- I think a little
intervention might be in order.

Americans are dreadfully
susceptible to temptation.

- Hm. Yes, I'll see to that.

Good night, Jacques.
- Good night.

- Hello, Tai-Pan. Are you
going to wait it out?

- Orlanda's been telling us

about this fish restaurant
here in Aberdeen.

You wanna join us?
- No,

I'm afraid I'm here for the duration.

- Noblesse oblige?

- Is that your motto, Tai-Pan?

- Well.
- What is it?

- French.

Oh, it means, at any cost, I
will do my duty.

- I've always wanted to learn French,

but then English, Portuguese,
Mandarin, and Cantonese

are all I can manage.

- Well, that's pretty good.

I can only speak, uh-

- Fire! Fire!

Let's get out!
- Hold on!

Hold on, everyone!

Please, don't panic!

There's plenty of time! Don't push!

There's no danger yet!

- Come on, this way!

This way.

- Look for another way outta here.

- Yeah, there may be a door to
the half deck down the back.

- Remain where you are.

A boat will take you off.

- We have room
for everyone! Do not push!

- We'll be all right, Orlanda.

- I don't give a damn!

Just get a photographer here right now!

Then call for the fire
department! Stupid sod!

- There's nothing out there.

You know, not a damn thing,
no ropes, no ladders, nothing.

We can jump if we have to.

- Jump?
- Yeah. No sweat, kid.

- I can't swim.

- [Linc] Stay put.

- Cut off! No way down!

- The time has come, my friend,
to get the hell outta here!

- I should rather think so. Quillan!

- How you doing, Casey?

- Okay.
- Out you go.

- When you go.
- Take Orlanda.

- Come on.

- Everyone! This way.

- Come on.

- I've lost my purse.

- You'll get another one. Let's go.

- all those on
top deck, abandon ship! Now!

- Those last explosions could
have blown our bottom out!

Come on!

- After you, Tai-Pan.

- Passengers
on the bottom deck,

we will come alongside.

Do not jump.

- We're gonna have to jump, Christian.

- Into Aberdeen? You must
be bloody joking, old chap.

If you don't bounce off
all that bloody effluvia,

you're sure to catch the bloody plague.

- There's no choice. How
deep's the water here?

- Must be 20 feet or more.

- That's enough.

- This lady is with child.

- Hi. Can you swim?

- No.

- We're outta time.

Casey, you go first. Wait below.

- Okay, ready!

- Just hold your breath, honey.

- I don't know where my husband is.

When, when everyone
started running, I just.

- Honey, why don't we just go,

why don't we just go
see if we can find him?

Come on.

- [Rescuer] Come now, that's it.

- Up you come now.
- That's right.

- Say, see the way that Casey
zipped out of her dress?

- [Ian] Not a bad figure.

- Not bad at all.

- Quillan! Come on, get up, quick!

Come on, lad. Come on.

Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

I'm all right.
- Come on.

This thing can capsize
at any moment! Come on!

- You could have left me there.

But since you didn't,
I sell again tomorrow.

And by next week, you should be finished.

- Jolly good luck.

The idea of burning to death

or drowning with you fills
me with equal dismay.

- What else did number one
son Chen have with him, huh?

- Nothing.

- We send everything to Noble House Chen

along the first letter.

All of it!

- Two motherless liars!

Which one of you helped
the old man kill him, huh?

- We are innocent!
- He did it!

- Do you believe these two, huh?

You, get in the hole.

Put your face in the dirt.

- I spit on all your generations.

- And you.

- On my mother's head, I'm innocent.

- You wouldn't know your mother if you.

What is that string
around your neck, huh?

Ai-yah.

All gods belch in Tsao Tsao's face.

Look what we have found.

- Call sign Echo 51, over.

- 3251, morning, sir.

- Morning, Superintendent.
- Morning.

Are you sure it's him?

- Oh, yes, sir. It is John Chen.

Apparently the body was left
here sometime during the night.

There's a note on his
chest from the Werewolf.

Nothing has been touched.

- Have your men sweep the
area, 100 yards either side.

And get some men over to these farms.

Maybe someone saw something and...

Ah, get him the hell out of here.

- Great.

- And we have the Par Con deal.

Perhaps after last night,
Gornt won't continue to sell.

- Hm. He'll sell.

What do we do?

- Unless we can buy every
share of Noble House stock,

we're in very great trouble.

- [Ian] You're almost two minutes late.

- [Linbar] Oh? Sorry.

- I don't seem to be able
to get through to you

about punctuality.

It's impossible to run this company

without executive responsibility.

If you're late one more time,
you lose your yearly bonus.

- Sorry.

- I want you to take over
our Australian branch

from Bill Foster.

- Yes, certainly, I'd like that.

- [Ian] Good. Be on a flight tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? That's impossible-

- I realize that, Linbar, but
I want you there tomorrow.

Stay two weeks, then report back to me.

Do you understand?
- Yes, I understand,

but what about Saturday?

I wanted to see Noble Star run.

- I want you
in Australia! Tomorrow!

Foster's failed to get
possession of Woolara Properties.

Without Woolara, we've no
charterer for our ships.

Without the charterer of our ships,

our present banking
arrangements are null and void!

You have two weeks to correct that fiasco

and report back to me.

- And if I don't?

- If you're not on that flight tomorrow,

you're out of Struans
as long as I'm Tai-Pan.

Good.

If you succeed with Woolara,
your salary's doubled.

- Anything else, sir?

- Yes. Don't be late for the plane.

- Everyone's so happy you
weren't hurt last night, Tai-Pan.

- Thank you, Mary.

I'd say it was good joss,

but Mr. Gornt wasn't
hurt, either.

- The draft of the Par
Con contract is on top,

plus the most pressing letters

and a list of your appointments for today.

At least the appointments I know about.

- Call Tip Tok-Toh's
office at the Bank of China

and ask if I can meet him
first thing tomorrow morning.

He can name the place. Say it's urgent.

Use a favor if you have to.

- Were you expecting
Superintendent Kwok this morning?

- No.

Brian.

- Can I talk to you for a
moment, Tai-Pan? Privately.

- In my office.

- John Chen's dead.

They found him early
this morning at Sha Tin.

Head bashed in.

- Oh, dear God.

Oh. Poor John.

- Werewolf left a note
saying he was killed

because he tried to escape.

Not that that means anything.

- Have you told Philip and Dianne?

- Right before I came here.

Do you know he paid the
ransom last night? 500,000.

- Yes. Yes, I knew he was going to.

And still they killed John?

Is there any information? I
mean, do you have any ideas?

- Of who this Werewolf is? No, nothing.

If he takes the money and hides,

we'll probably never find him.

- No. No, I suppose you won't.

- Sorry to bring bad news,
but I thought you should know.

- Yes. Thanks, chap.

Why don't you meet me for a drink tonight?

I think we both
could use a little time off.

- A good idea.

But it'd have to be late.

How about the Regent at 10:30?

- You're on. And thanks again.

- Okay.

- Poor John Chen.

What a bloody waste.

- [Linc] Here you go. Thanks.

- Ah, come in, Linc.

My house is yours.

- You sure?

- Old
Portuguese custom. Please.

- This is very nice.

- [Orlanda] I like it.

- [Linc] And quite a view.

- You could see all of Kowloon

before Sinclair Towers was built.

That's the block straight ahead.

We had the best view in Hong Kong.

Did you know Struans owns Sinclair Towers?

- No.

- I think he and Dunross had
it built just to spite Quillan.

He used to own the penthouse here.

- Who, Gornt?

That's a pretty expensive
gesture, even for Dunross.

- He probably made a profit on it.

The Tai-Pan usually does.

I'm glad you called.

- I'm glad you invited me over.

- I won't be a minute.

- Do you live here alone?

- [Orlanda] I live with my mamae.

She's out shopping.

How do you like your coffee?

- Black.

You look happy.

- We were.

- Do you leave this out
for any particular reason?

- I left it out because there
is no reason to hide it.

Quillan was the first man in my life.

- You don't have to explain.

- I know I don't, but I'd
rather tell you about it

than have you wonder.

I was in love with him for five years,

from the time I was 17.

- Now?

- Now I'm 25.

We've been apart for three years.

I don't love him anymore,
but he, he's still my friend.

Quillan pays for this apartment.

- He's a generous friend.

- Yes.

Generous and caring and all
the things a friend should be.

Look, I- I want to be
honest with you, Linc.

Um, I'm not ashamed about my
relationship with Quillan,

and there are no regrets,
but this is Hong Kong.

I'd rather you heard it from me

instead of whatever gossip
you're bound to hear.

- That's fair enough. It's
even better than fair.

- Besides, I'm your responsibility now.

- How so?

- According to Chinese custom,

you've interfered with joss, with fate.

You interfered with the gods
last night by saving my life.

Without you, I could've died,

but that would've been
up to the gods to decide.

But by saving me, you took
over their responsibility,

so now you have to look after me forever.

That's good, wise, Chinese custom.

- Okay. You're on.

- Except now I formally release you.

My Chinese half releases you.

- [Linc] Perhaps I
don't wanna be released.

- Linc, wait.

Please, not now.

- Why?

- Because, because I-
I don't want an affair.

- Orlanda.

- It's the first kiss
I've had in three years.

- I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it.

- I did. That's the problem.

But in Asia, a girl,
especially a Eurasian girl,

finds out very quickly
that men want her pillow,

and that's all they really want.

And I can't do that. I have to be in love.

And I'm not in love with you, Linc.

I'm not in love with anyone.

I think you're a very
attractive man. I- I like you.

Abject apologies.

- Refused.

You have nothing to apologize for.

Maybe I do.

- Also refused.

- Good. How about dinner tonight?

- It's best if-
- I'll be here at 8:00.

You pick the restaurant.

- No! Let, let's just say good-bye now.

- Yeah. We just said hello.

I'll see you at 8:00.

- It's best not!
- Maybe.

But why don't we let the gods decide?

- Sorry to be so long.

Bloody traffic's jammed for bloody miles.

- That's all right, sir.

I've sent Sergeant Mok
over to watch her flat.

The old woman is still there.

- Ah, she better be. She's
the only lead we've got.

Lucky you found her.

- Yes, if you happen to think

there's a grain of truth in what she said.

- But you don't think so?

- You know the Chinese, sir,
especially the old amahs,

not the most truthful people in the world

I've had the privilege to meet.

- How long you been out here, Inspector?

- Four and a half years, sir.

- Long enough to make you an
expert on Chinese veracity.

Come on, we'll take my car.

- I take it the lady's
still inside, Sergeant?

- Yes, Inspector.

That's the only entrance to the building.

- Has she gone out at all?

- Yes, sir, she walked over
to the Ho-Pak Bank and waited

for about 20 minutes, but the
Werewolf suspect didn't arrive

so she walked back here.

- Very good, Sergeant. Carry on.

- That's the one, sir.

- [Armstrong] Sorry to interrupt, madam,

but we have a search warrant.

- Search? Search what?

If you are looking for the
gambling den on the fourth floor,

it's got nothing to do with me.

- Enough. Is this the woman?

- Yes, Superintendent.

- Ah-Tam, you are under arrest.

- Me? I've done nothing.

I'm not illegal. I- I'm
a law-abiding citizen.

I have papers.

- Quiet, or we'll take
you to our headquarters,

and surely the judge will
want you kept in custody.

Now, what do you know about the Werewolf?

- Me? Werewolf?

Nothing. Why should I know
about the foul kidnappers?

And what has he to do with me? Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- I want the truth, now!

- I'm just a respectable amah

who does her work and nothing else.

How could this old, poor-

- Elder sister, I suggest
you talk quickly and openly.

We know everything already.

- What do you want with me?

- The truth.

- Take her to the station.
She'll talk there.

- Torture? You want to torture-

- Come along!

- No! Please!

- Then when will the Werewolf
come back? This afternoon?

You went to the bank to
meet him again this morning.

- No.
- I saw you, elder sister.

I followed you.

- People of the same village
should stick together, ai-yah?

- People from the same village

should not tell each other lies.

Tell me the truth, elder sister.

Tell me the truth or we'll
take you to the station.

- I don't know anything.

He was just someone I met.

And he said the Werewolf was his friend.

But I knew he was lying.

- How did you know?

- A friend of the
Werewolf would be very rich.

A friend of the Werewolf
would wear silk clothes

and have a gold watch.

- She doesn't know anything, sir.

- She knows more than she'll ever tell us.

- What are you looking for?

You won't find Werewolf there.

Hey, you can't!

- We have a search warrant. Now be quiet.

- Where'd you get this
purse? Did you steal it?

- No. It was a gift from
my mistress in Ning-Tok.

She gave it to me the day before she died.

- Ning-Tok? Where is that?

- Outside Canton, sir.

My family came from the
same village many years ago.

- Outside Canton.

This purse looks too
expensive to have come

from a small village in mainland China.

- But it's true.

You can just open it and see.

- Where were these photos
taken? In Ning-Tok?

Outside Canton, in China?

- Yes, yes. In my village.

In Ning-Tok.

- Brian?

- Casey, you up?

- Up and ready. How are you?

- I'm terrific.

Let's go over that paperwork.

Steigler's plane gets in around noon.

I wanted to get those
contracts nice and legal

by tomorrow morning.

- It's going to be late. I
already checked with the airline.

Should be here around 4:00.

- You don't leave anything
to chance, do you?

- I'll just get my notes.

- Our names are in the paper.

- I know. I read it earlier.

Ian called, said he tried to reach you,

but there was no answer.

- Yeah, what'd he have to say?

- Just wanted to know
if we were all right.

Where have you been?

- Woke up early, so I called
Orlanda to see how she was

and she invited me to breakfast.

- Oh. I take it she's fine.

- [Linc] Yeah.

- Did you know she used to
be Quillan Gornt's mistress?

- Orlanda told me all about it.

- [Casey] And?

- What?

- First you show up with her last night,

and now a breakfast.

- [Linc] What's that got
to do with you, Casey?

- You're the one who said
this was a business trip,

not a romantic holiday, remember?

No emotions interfering with your plans.

Another time, another place.

Ring a bell?

- I know exactly what I'm doing.

- Famous last words.

Linc-
- Casey!

Enough!
- She was Gornt's mistress.

Don't you think that's
a little too convenient?

Should've seen the way he was watching

the two of you last night.

- So what? Relax.

If I play the music, Gornt'll dance.

It's nothing to be worried about.

- No, I can think of a
whole list of things.

Suppose ian finds out about
the four million you wired

to Gornt's Swiss bank and
pulls out of the deal?

- Right now, Dunross can't
afford to pull out anything.

The Tai-Pan's all gift-wrapped
and waiting to be delivered.

- To you or to Gornt?

- Either way,
it's the same thing.

In the end, we're gonna be the Noble House

and I'm gonna be the Tai-Pan.

Tai-Pan Linc Bartlett.

How about that?

- [Armstrong] And when were
these photographs taken?

- [Ah-Tam] I told you.
Six years ago in Ning- Tok.

- [Armstrong] And the
lady in the photograph?

- My mistress.

She gave me the purse on her deathbed.

- [Armstrong] Last time you said

it was the day before she died.

Now, which is the truth?

- I- I- I don't remember.

- [Armstrong] And the man?

Who is the man standing beside her?

- [Ah-Tam] Her son.

Her son who lives across
the sea, in the north.

The north of the land
of the golden mountains.

- You're lying again.

- No! That is her son Chu- Toy.

He was born in Ning- Tok.

I helped deliver him with my own hands.

I remember when they send
him away from Ning- Tok

to this foul place when he was just a boy.

- Why? Why was he sent here?

- To go to school.

The government send him.

Chu- Toy was very smart.

We didn't see him again
for, oh, many, many years.

Until his father was dying.

Chu- Toy had become a man.

But I still recognized him. Yes.

- Six years ago.

Was that the only time Chu-Toy returned?

- Yes, it was only once.

The once of the photograph.

His mother insisted.

She wept and begged him
to have the picture taken.

So Chu- Toy let her have her
way as a dutiful son should.

- And after that? After the photograph?

- Oh, he went away in a big
car and we never saw him again.

Not even when his mother
died and gave me her purse.

- Are you sure the man in the photograph

is the same Chu-Toy who was sent away

to school in Hong Kong?

- Of course I'm sure.

Oh!
Please, can I go home now?

I've told you everything.

- 17.50?

Struans have never been below
25 since they went public.

You were right, Mr. Gornt.
Absolutely dead-on right.

- Yes.

- And look at that. Another
300,000 shares on offer.

Yes?

Are you sure?

- Yes, Mr. Stern.

- The Ho-Pak's finished.

They've closed their doors.

- Yes, I know.

The head office in Central is still open,

but they'll have to liquidate.

- God. Poor Richard Kwang.

- Yes. Pity.

Are you going to buy, ian, or
just let your stock plummet?

- Ah, Quillan.

How'd you do on the day?

- Oh, very well, thank
you, ian. Very well.

Yes. My partners and
I are quite satisfied.

- [Ian] Oh, you have partners?

- Oh, yes.

One doesn't mount a
raid on Struans lightly.

One needs very substantial
financial backing.

- And you do?

- Well, fortunately,
Struans is roundly detested

by a lot of good people.

Well, yes, ian, my backing
is, uh, impressive.

I'm sure if you knew who it
was, you would agree with me.

You're finished.

- A man can get burned by selling short

in such a volatile market, Quillan.

Don't you think so?

- Well, it sure as hell isn't

like the New York stock exchange.

- Are you selling short, Mr. Bartlett?

- Not personally. Not yet.

- Well, you should.

A lot of money to be
made in a falling market.

- So I hear.

- And a great deal of
money will change hands

with control of the Noble House.

What do you think of a
raid, Hong Kong style?

- You know, a raid is a raid wherever,

but you never know until you've won

and all the votes are counted.

As ian said, sometimes you can get burned.

So what are you gonna do about Gornt?

- [Ian] I'm going to wait.

It's an old Chinese custom. Patience.

But if Gornt wins, we have no deal.

I understand that quite clearly.

- Could he?

I mean, can Gornt really get
control of the Noble House?

- No, not actually.

But with enough stock he can
force his way onto the board

and appoint other directors to
help him disrupt and destroy.

And his only purpose is to destroy.

- Because of the past?

- Partially.

The stakes are high.

Face is involved. Huge face.

And this is Hong Kong.

Here the strong survive
and the weak perish.

But you have come for profit,
and profit you will have,

one way or the other.

- Yeah.

- I have another appointment.

- We'll talk to you later.

- Bye.

Can't tell how much he knows.

Or doesn't know.

- Nope.

- What's the point of playing games,

the way you and Gornt were doing?

Isn't that a little?
- A little what?

- Tacky.

- I never said
I had a lot of class.

- Echo 51, over.

- Echo 51, 51.

- Robert. What are you doing here?

- [Armstrong] Oh, I feel rotten.

- Drinking on duty?

- I just had them sent up.

Here.

- Well, what's the problem?

- I did a white room
interrogation of an old amah.

Give me the creeps.

Cheers.

- Looks as if you
are thirsty.

What old amah?

- Oh, there was something

about her knowing our friend the Werewolf.

It was all a pack of lies at first.

- And then?

- Come on, drink up and
we'll go and have a whiskey.

- That bad?

All right. Let's go.

- The old amah, she
finally told the truth.

You know how it is,

you catch the lies
eventually if you're patient.

I'm fed up with lies.

She's from Ning-Tok.

That's a village outside
Canton in mainland China.

You ever hear of it?

- There are lots of
villages in mainland China.

What's so special about that one?

- Ning-Tok?

Oh, that's a name I'll always remember.

- In a bad way, old
chum. Come on, I'll buy.

- [Armstrong] Oh, just a minute.

I've, uh, I've got to make a call.

- Thought you were in such a bloody hurry.

- You did very well, Superintendent.

- Did I, Commissioner?

- Yes. Very well.

- No. No, I don't think so.

- You must be very tired.

Very tiring, these sort of things.

- I think about it and it
still seems impossible.

Brian a communist mole?
It doesn't make sense.

- Except for the evidence.

Theoretically, Brian Kwok
was born in Hong Kong.

His passport has no
visa to mainland China,

nor was he ever in
Ning-Tok, yet here he is.

- But Brian's been my friend.

- There is no Brian Kwok.

There is only Chu-Toy.
You must realize that.

Yes, I know you believed
he was your friend,

but the Chinese are the most patient

and secretive people
on Earth, aren't they?

- Brian would've become
assistant commissioner

in a few years.

- Precisely, and think what
that would have done to us.

I know how betrayed you feel, Robert.

Personally betrayed.

And I'm delighted to tell
you that you have the honor

of beginning the interrogation.

- No. I can't.

- We'll set him up for you,

but you're the one for the coup de grace.

I want to know everything.

- Get someone else!

- Don't be so bloody boring, Robert!

Chu-Toy, alias Brian
Kwok, is an enemy agent

who has eluded us for
years, and that is all.

- No, no, I can't interrogate.

- Dear fellow, you can and you will.

You're the only one who can.

After all, you know him well,

and Brian is far too smart
to be caught like an amateur.

Break him, Robert.

Break him and do it very quickly.

- There are a couple of clauses I want in

just to protect us.

- I don't want this deal
renegotiated, Seymour.

I want it wrapped by
Tuesday. No complications.

- What about Rothwell-Gornt?

Best I should, uh, feel him out, huh?

- What'd I just say?

- Okay. Okay.

- You leave Gornt and
Dunross alone, Seymour.

Hong Kong's more
complicated than we thought.

- Leave Gornt and Dunross to Casey and me.

You just deal with their attorneys.

- You'll see Struan's
attorneys in the morning.

The Tai-Pan's told them it's top priority.

- Well, it should be.

My down payment gets
Dunross off the money hook.

- If he survives.

- Here today, gone tomorrow.

Hey, that must've been some
scare on that burning boat.

Story made the New York papers.

Anything else for me?

- That's it for now.

- Okay. I'm gonna take a shower.

Wash some of the airplane off.

- Sure. Go ahead.

- If you're not doing anything for dinner-

- I'm busy, uh,

why don't you give Casey a call later?

- Okay.

- Thanks a lot.

- Oh, come on,

take Seymour out and show him around.

- He can show himself around.

- [Linc] It's up to you.

I gotta change.

- Where are you going?

- I think I may have a date.

- Oh? Have a swell time.

Damn tramp. I should've drowned
her while I had the chance.

- Tai-Pan's office.
- Is he in, please?

This is Casey Tcholok.
- One moment.

- Casey.
- Hello, ian.

- Is there a problem?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I was just wondering if you
wanted to have dinner tonight?

- [Ian] Oh, I'd love to.

It would have to be late.

- Oh, late would be fine for me.

- [Ian] I'll send a car.

- I'll wait for the car.

- [Ian] See you then.

- Bye.

- Well, the client's in
fine shape, Superintendent.

Physically.

His blood pressure and
heartbeat are nicely up,

but that's what's to be expected.

- A two-hour cycle?
- Yes, and on the half-hour.

Wake, sleep, wake, sleep.

By this time tomorrow,

he'll think he's been
in there for 12 days.

If he can stand it.

Who'd have imagined Brian
would've turned out to be a spy?

He was always so smart.

- Let's hope the poor
bugger is not too smart.

The sooner he talks, the better.

- Are you doing the interview yourself?

- It's on the damn door.
Can't you bloody read?

- Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

I just, well, I knew
he was your friend and...

Yes, well, it's, uh,
time for his shot anyway.

- Damn you to hell, Brian Kwok.

Damn you to hell.

- Listen, Werewolf Dung.

I want to know where
you got the coin from.

The half coin!

- I- I told you.

My father gave it to me.

- I'm tired of his lies.

Cut off his ears!

- It was number one son Chen.

I took it from him.

- Who killed number one son Chen?

- I did.

I hit him with a shovel.

Please, don't hurt me anymore.

- Disgusting coward.

Silence him!

- What should we do
with this worthless dog?

- He's told the truth at last.

Call my son.

- Young Choy does not enjoy this matter.

- It's time he grew up.

Time he knew how to treat enemies.

Time he knew real values,

not ill-omened, stink-wind,
golden mountain values.

My son has forgotten who he is. Call him.

- [Poon] Seventh son,
your father wants you.

- Is he dead?

- Not yet.

What a dirty, motherless whore.

To kill number one son Chen
and then take the ransom.

- Disgusting.

More terrible to get caught, ai-yah?

Give Goodweather Poon a hand.

- What?

- You have vomit in your
ears? Give him a hand!

- What do you want me to do?

- Take his legs.

- Put him overboard.

- Father, he's not dead.

- Put him over the side!