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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

(speaking Mandarin):

What? What is it?

It's not good enough.

It has to be good enough.

Itisgood.

It is exactly the same.

(argument continues)

I like the-the red one.

This one?

The pink one, the pink one.

All right. The pink one.

(argument continues)

Listen. Listen!

Look, I'm the expert and I say the work is good.

Go get the car.

Thank you.

Come on, little ones.

Fapichi soran.

Fapichi soran.

Fapichi soran!

(horn honking)

(yelling in Mandarin)

Fapichi soran!

Somebody stop him, please!

Tiananmen!

Tiananmen! Tiananmen!

So, who is she?

It doesn't matter.

She recognized you.

We have to do something.

No one will listen to her.

Just go!

(speaks Mandarin)

Thank you for watching them.

You all right?

Yes. Thank you.

It was someone I thought I knew.

It's me.

I need to talk to you, okay?

We're all fine, John.

Just call me as soon as you hear this.

Come on, little ones.

Everything's fine.

We're going home now.

Come on, we'll go see Daddy.

He'll make everything fine.

(gunshots)

(screaming)

Mommy. Mommy?

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy?

Her name's Annie Ming Littleton.

Two in the back, right in front of her kids.

TSR path's tight.

The shooter couldn't have been more than two feet away.

One of the witnesses clocked the shots at 3:06.

She made a call at 2:56 to a number programmed in her phone.

Someone named John.

Could be her husband-- John Littleton.

He's over there with the kids.

He's hooked up with the Feds.

Yeah, his father is with the Treasury Department.

That's why we got called in.

She'd been shopping.

I was in a meeting.

Annie wanted me to call her back right away.

She sounded upset, but...

she said that she and the kids were fine.

Was she downtown for any special reason?

Just to shop.

Annie liked the energy in Chinatown.

Reminded her of home-- Beijing.

Pink's my favorite color.

Did Mommy buy this for you?

Before she called Daddy?

Where did she buy it?

At the store, then Mommy ran away.

Do you know why she ran away?

No, she ran down the street.

She was shouting.

And then she came back.

Mommy's sleeping now.

She sayfa... pichi soran.

Something like that.

And then she run.

Fapichi soran-- what does that mean?

I don't know.

You know why?

She yell in Mandarin.

And you speak Cantonese.

Yes.

Thanks.

That's her.

I told the officer that this lady almost knocked me down.

She was shouting and chasing somebody.

Did you get a look at who it was?

No.

What was she shouting?

I didn't understand.

Nobody understood.

And then, she yelled in English, "Stop him!"

And then she said, "Tiananmen."

Tiananmen?

Yeah.

Tiananmen-- over and over.

Tiananmen. Tiananmen.

And then people understood.

Yeah, I bet they did.

I met Annie in Beijing in the spring of '92.

I, uh... I had an internship with the State Department.

How did you meet?

She was...

She was a student.

How often do you go back to China?

Annie's parents

still live in Beijing and...

we try to go at least once a year.

How's your Mandarin?

Must be pretty good.

It's all right.

What does"fapichi soran" mean to you?

I-I don't know.

EAMES: Fapichi soran.

Your wife was yelling it at the person she was chasing.

I don't... I don't know.

Mr. Littleton

we think you do know.

Fapichi soran-- it means "screaming killer."

Doesn't it?

She was in Tiananmen, wasn't she?

She saw what happened there in '89 to the students.

We're not allowed to talk about it.

Is that some kind

of condition?

How she was allowed to leave China?

I'll never be able to take my children back

if they know I talked.

It stays in this room, Mr. Littleton.

Annie told me that the PLA-- the People's Army--

just fired into crowds of unarmed students.

The ones they didn't kill right away

they crushed under their tanks.

Fapichi soran--

that's what the students called one of the officers

'cause he was a screamer.

Screaming, "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

A butcher.

Half the Chinese immigrants in New York City

served in the People's Liberation Army.

It's the Chinese Army.

It's compulsory military service.

It's not exactly illegal.

This character was

an officer during the massacre of students.

The State Department doesn't keep records of folks like that?

Neither we nor the Chinese government

consider what the PLA did to be illegal.

I deplore Ms. Littleton's death.

I hope you find her killer, but I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

You already have.

He was helpful to you?

Yes.

If it's not illegal

to be the Screaming Butcher of Tiananmen Square

then why did our guy run?

It's just a few more days, Lucille.

They've cleared the border...

Isn't that right, Ping?

It's just

that it's never been like this before, Stuart.

You know it hasn't.

Liam, tell him.

It's the papers we're concerned about.

The papers are fine.

It's just that it's so much money.

And there's all this mystery.

What are you saying, Lucille?

I'm saying I'm uncomfortable.

(sniffs)

The price stands.

Would you excuse us for just a minute?

(whispering)

If we just offer her a slight discount...

I see how you handle things.

Every unhappy woman terrifies you.

The price stands.

She stand right there looking at the vests.

What was she, uh, doing when she saw him?

She... pay for the vest.

She put change

in her purse.

Was she holding her purse?

Did she have it on her shoulder?

On her shoulder, here.

So, she would have turned this way to put her change away.

So, right here, she said, "Fapichi soran."

Yes.

That's when she saw him.

Across the street.

Yes.

She run across the street.

She was sure it was the right guy?

She got a good look at him?

Full face, not in profile?

He wasn't just walking by.

No, he came out of the doorway.

The windows, the second floor.

The old man move in three weeks ago.

Looks like this old man already moved out.

He sign a lease?

No, no lease.

He paid cash, two months in advance.

He ever have visitors?

Good-looking young guy, Chinese.

Sometimes he's with a white guy.

Not so good-looking.

That's all I know.

EAMES: How about yesterday afternoon, 3:00?

Yeah, they both here.

Eames?

Aha-- illegal baking.

Baking documents.

The old man's a forger.

Forging what, passports?

Something worth more than passports.

Something worth a life.

DEAKENS: This good-looking guy

killed Ms. Littleton because he was worried

about getting hooked up to fake IDs?

He was probably worried about another kind of document.

Now what am I looking at?

Chinese jigsaw puzzle?

The lab says it's standard 30 weight, good quality rack paper.

But it's been aged.

Soaked in tea and mineral oil

and then baked.

This bit of red is wax.

Probably to imitate an official seal or stamp

but that's not the most interesting part.

This type of calligraphy

the elongated character

the sharp brush strokes

is in the Imperial style

of early Chin Dynasty, 18th century.

It evolved from

the thin gold calligraphy developed by

the Emperor Hui Zong.

He got that off his box of Wheaties this morning.

Actually the curator of the Chinese galleries at the Met.

I faxed him a copy of it.

This curator have an idea who might have written this?

MAN: Calligraphy is one of the great

achievements of the Chinese people.

But our children, uh, uh, do not study it.

They told us at the Met

you were the best practitioner of it on the East Coast.

Mm, thank you.

GOREN: Is this really that hard to do?

Because it doesn't look that hard.

Do you think that I could... pick it up?

(chuckling)

If you study hard, sure.

Which is the easiest style?

Is it, is it this one?

That's Han Confusian

former style, very old, not so easy.

I like this.

Do a lot of people write in this style?

The flowing grass style.

I know maybe ten people who are very good.

And this one?

Uh...

How many people here have mastered this one?

Not many.

The Imperial classic style.

The most difficult.

But you've mastered it.

Yes.

And you know

everyone that has, uh...

for example...

Do you know what person did this?

I don't know who did it.

Maybe it's the same person who did this scroll.

No.

I did this.

Every stroke has the personality of the writer.

His energy and vitality.

An expert could compare the two

and find that they were done by the same person.

And that expert could trace the writing to the brush

that you used.

We need to know

who hired you to do this, Mr. Hsu.

I don't know his name

but he knew my nephew's name in Nangpo.

I can't say no.

This man is PLA.

What did he have you write?

"The Court of Emperor Qui Lon

"welcomes esteemed guest Lord Pembridge

"and requests that he accept this gift

from the Imperial grounds collection."

Did he say what it was for?

No explanation.

"Just write and take it to the Hotel Saint Francis

and leave it at the desk for room 516."

Room 516, that would be Mr. Pembridge's room.

Mr. Pembridge?

Actually, he calls himself the Fifth Lord Pembridge.

Would he be in his room?

I just saw him

a couple of minutes ago heading for the sundry store.

He has an ascot. You can't miss him.

Lord Pembridge?

Can we speak to you for a minute?

(clears throat): Well...

(British accent): Dear, I don't know what for.

It's about some packages that were delivered to you.

Packages? I wouldn't know anything about packages.

Where are you from, Lord Pembridge?

From? Ah, my family's estate

is just outside a little town called Leeds.

A little town called Leeds.

And what's the purpose of your visit here?

Pleasure and friends.

EAMES: What friends?

Oh, well, I just had a dinner for Mick and the boys

sent them off on their world tour

and then I saw Lynnie and Hugh.

Lovely people, just lovely.

Cut it out.

Isn't that the worst English accent you've ever heard?

Next to the Irish Spring guy it's the worst

accent, period.

I beg your pardon?

GOREN: It's a mishmash

of cockney, Welsh... but miraculously, I think I heard

a shred of the north of England in one of your "R"s.

There's so many sounds in there, how can you tell?

Really, you are absurd.

I don't think he's trained.

Of course I'm trained.

(no accent): With Strasberg himself.

I suppose you went to Yale.

Now are we going to play this or what?

No, we're going to play this.

Is that a real gun?

Oh, my God, you're really cops, aren't you?

George Weams.

What it says here on your SAG card.

You look familiar.

My last gig.

I was the plump and happy raisin in a snack food commercial.

Am I in trouble?

You tell us.

You checked into a hotel under an assumed name

forged papers were delivered to your room

an associate of yours is suspected of murdering a woman.

You don't look so plump and happy now, George.

I didn't know anything about a murder.

I, I was just hired to play a part. That's all.

Hired by whom?

I don't know. I haven't met the guy.

He called me.

He said his name was Jean

that he saw me in this Gilbert and Sullivan thing

and that he wanted me to play

some Brit Eurotrash, Lord Pembridge.

For what? A movie?

Performance art. Improvisational.

Who are the other actors?

I don't know. I was meeting them today.

Where was this performance to take place?

In real settings.

They were picking me up, then driving out to JFK

and it was going to go from there.

Jean said they had a room for me

at the Saint Francis.

That if anybody asked I was Lord Pembridge.

And you thought that we were part of the performance.

Yes.

It never occurred to you that something illegal was afoot?

I'm an actor.

I'm constantly broke.

It was a couple of nights at the Saint Francis.

It sounded like fun.

Mm, fantastic.

Uh... what was the scene at JFK?

Lord Pembridge picks up a piece of art

from the cargo department.

Family heirloom.

That's it? One scene?

No, no, there were two scenes.

Lord Pembridge delivers the heirloom

to some posh apartment on Fifth Avenue.

WOMAN: Here it is.

One crate, household items, cosigner Lord Robert Pembridge.

He picked it up this morning.

This morning?

Yeah, this morning.

Did he show ID?

Yes. And he had the waybill.

It was all in order.

I don't need any more grief about this.

What other grief did you get?

Two guys came in a couple of hours ago.

I told them Pembridge already picked it up

and I thought they

were going to have a heart attack.

Especially that white guy.

And the other guy?

Chinese. But then they said they must have gotten

their signals crossed with Lord Pembridge and they left.

This extra charge-- what's that?

A recrating charge

slapped on by the freight forwarder.

It says the amount was charged to an existing account.

The freight forwarder

can tell you whose account that is.

I'm deadly serious.

I need an answer right away.

Someone's here. Let me get rid of them.

Are you Stuart Gaston?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm very busy right now.

Too busy for us?

I have kind of a situation.

How can I help you?

Your account number

turned up on the waybill

for a shipment from Hong Kong

addressed to a Lord Pembridge.

Oh, I don't see how that's possible.

I don't know any Lord Pembridge.

Do you have a copy

of the waybill?

Thanks.

Yeah, I do have an account with this company

but I certainly didn't ship any household items.

They must have, um, jumbled the numbers.

This must be some kind of situation you got on your hands.

Why do you say that?

Well, you've loosened you tie, you got a drink on your desk

you got three phone lines blinking

and you're chewing the inside of your cheeks

like some kind of frantic chipmunk.

Are you under a lot of stress?

You lost something.

No. I don't know...

No, I think you lost something in transit, didn't you?

I'm sorry. You're wrong.

It's late

and I need to close up.

Thank you for bringing that billing mistake to my attention.

He smuggled that piece into the country

and someone stole it right out from under his nose.

Don't look so happy.

The obvious move is that Stuart Gaston's Chinese partner

had an accomplice pick up the package on the sly.

That's all fine and good

but we have no leverage against Gaston

to make him give up his Chinese partner.

No evidence he's involved in smuggling.

No idea even what it is he's smuggling.

It's a Chinese antique, a bronze.

A fake?

No. If it were

they wouldn't go through all this trouble

to smuggle it into the country.

What's being faked is the documentation

the provenance.

Because it's probably stolen.

We check with Interpol?

They have no record of anything theft

of major Chinese art.

That leaves one possibility.

That it was stolen

from an archeological dig in China.

Chinese national treasure and Gaston found a buyer for it.

We find that buyer

maybe we find evidence against Mr. Gaston.

WOMAN: Well, I'd guess that the piece in question

dates from the Han dynasty, first century AD.

It's most likely a funereal piece.

Why would you think that?

Well, of all the bronzes, it'd be the most valuable.

Otherwise, why go to all the trouble?

You know, a rare and important and legal piece

can fetch easily a million, five.

Three million, smuggled piece.

But that's a risky business.

You know all the collectors that Stuart Gaston

usually deals with.

Uh, which one would risk it?

For a special piece, most of them would take the risk.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be collectors.

How about just the ones

who can afford to lay out $3 million in cash?

I'd be hard-pressed to say.

Are any of the collectors holding off?

Be careful.

Oh, sorry. (chuckles nervously)

Yeah, holding off making acquisitions

building up a cash reserve?

Well, I can't speak for every auction house.

Come on.

We know you compare notes.

W-Why don't we take this outside?

I'd be happy to get

you both a cup of coffee.

There's a cafe. We can talk about it.

(gasps)

I'll bet you this camel

that you all know who's buying and who's not.

You think about that.

I-I'm going to have a look at the other, you know

lovely stuff that you have. No, wait.

You know, there is Lucille Mobray.

She's, uh, she's one of Gaston's regulars.

WOMAN: I haven't purchased anything recently

because I haven't seen anything worth buying.

This moon vase is stunning.

I've read about the Imperial Ceramic Factory in Jingdezhen.

Was it made there?

Yes. It's from the collection of Pierre Dentricault himself.

EAMES: I love this teapot.

Is it old?

3,000 years old.

How'd you get interested in Chinese art?

I lived in Shanghai

when I was a girl.

My father worked for the National City Bank.

He gave me my first piece, a terra-cotta doll.

(voice breaking): It was a magical time.

This collection... it's your legacy.

Did Stuart Gaston help you put it together?

Yes, I've always relied on Stuart.

He made sure that each piece had the proper provenance.

To show that it wasn't smuggled out of China yesterday.

Of course.

Because owning smuggled art

is a violation of the National Stolen Property Act.

The Chinese could go to court and have it seized.

That's perfectly true.

What does that have to do with me?

It has to do with Mr. Gaston.

We suspect he smuggled something

into the country a couple days ago.

Stuart?

No, I don't think he's capable of anything like that.

No, see, he's capable of it and a lot more.

And once we arrest him

he's liable to make all kinds of accusations

just to save his skin.

Someone's entire collection

could come under suspicion.

Whole legacy tainted.

I mean, no reputable dealer or auction house

is going to do business

with a person like that.

No more acquisitions.

Of course, it's possible such a person

was being duped by Mr. Gaston.

We are discreet with innocent victims.

If they behave like innocent victims.

Stuart told me he had an exceptional piece

from the Lord Pembridge estate.

He assured me

the provenance was well documented.

What's the piece?

All he told me was

that it was a bronze from an Eastern Han tomb.

He said that the Fifth Lord Pembridge

was bringing it himself from Hong Kong.

Gaston has a Chinese associate?

(chuckles): You must mean Pang

a very crude individual.

You know where we can find him?

Yes. Stuart told me where he works.

You'll never guess.

GOREN: Hey.

They're going to charge you for that.

Bad day, Mr. Pang?

What a good soldier.

He knows when to surrender. (handcuffs clicking)

One down

one to go.

Where's this contraband

my client's accused of smuggling?

Is there even a photograph?

What we have is what we found in his gallery.

Forged documents attesting to the objects' phony provenance.

It's just paper and ink.

Novelties.

Yeah, well, these "novelties" match materials we found

in an apartment across the street

from where this woman was killed.

Killed because she recognized

your partner Mr. Pang.

Also known to his admirers

as the Screaming Butcher of Tiananmen Square.

Oh, you didn't know that?

(door opening)

Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were in here.

Mr. Houghton, say hello to your client's business partner.

Pang Ching Zi.

We'll be next door.

(whispering)

My client might have a statement to make.

GASTON (on recorder): He shot that woman.

She recognized him.

He went back and killed her.

I didn't even know that he did it

until it was in the newspaper the next day.

He killed her. He double-crossed me.

I should never have trusted him.

So ends another beautiful friendship.

This being the land of second chances, Mr. Pang

you do get to tell your side of the story.

My friend-- an officer in the PLA-- he wrote to me.

He works on an excavation in the Gobi Desert.

He said if we can get a piece out

people pay millions for it here.

Two years it took us

to get it out.

I'm dishwasher here.

Gaston, the pig, takes my future and now I have nothing.

I go back to China, they kill me.

What do I have here?

PANG (on recorder): I did not shoot this woman.

She recognized me. So-so what?

I told him, nobody cares.

But he wanted me to do something.

So I left. I went home.

But I didn't...

He's like a crocodile lying in the water

pretending he's a big lump of nothing.

But then he shoots this woman in the back.

He steals from me. (turns machine off)

It's all lies.

I didn't shoot that woman.

I-I don't even own a gun.

There's no evidence Mr. Pang does either.

Nor is there any evidence he stole the object.

Why would I steal it from him, a-a killer?

What do you think, I'm crazy?

Maybe you thought you could pull a fast one

on some poor dishwasher.

Poor dishwasher?

Wh... uh, what, Pang?

No, he owns a factory in Hong Kong.

CARVER: You know this for a fact?

Uh...

Uh, no.

But why would I ever get into business with a dishwasher?

We searched the dump he lives in.

He owns two suits, two pairs of shoes

and a clock radio. No factory.

Evidently, Mr. Gaston never checked

his client's employment record.

But someone else did.

MOBRAY: Now tell me where you're going, Liam

in case I need to find you.

I'm not terribly interested in being found right now, Lucille.

I'm not liking what I'm hearing about these police.

No, no, no.

They think poor Stuart and that Mr. Pang did everything.

It's perfectly safe.

I'll make my own decisions on that, if you don't mind.

You went above and beyond this time, Liam.

I do appreciate that.

I might try to get up into Bhutan.

See what I might catch coming out of Tibet.

Oh, that sounds so exciting.

I'll keep you in mind.

Good-bye, Liam.

And thank you.

Lucille Mobray a murderer?

My God, Carver, this is a 73-year-old woman

we're talking about.

A very rich 73-year-old woman

who can get anything she wants done for a price.

And that's your probable cause?

She's rich?

She knew where Mr. Pang worked.

The only way she could have known

is by having him followed.

Look it-- this search warrant application

can't even describe this-this-this...

What is this, a rice steamer?

You want me to sign this

you put some meat on the plate.

(door closes)

Can we give the man what he wants?

Maybe Lucille Mobray can...

given the right performance...

by the right performer.

For heaven's sakes, sit down.

I was just being polite.

You make some vague threat on the phone

and now you're being polite?

Please.

You said you had something to show me.

Let's get on with it.

This is the documentation for the art...

I know what it is.

What are you doing with it?

It was delivered to my room at the Saint Francis.

I'm the person who is supposed

to deliver the object to you.

You?

The Fifth Lord of Pembridge.

This magnificent object has been in my family for 300 years.

I see.

Stuart thought that accent would fool me?

It's a perfectly acceptable

English music hall accent.

What makes you think I'd want this?

I did some research.

The Chinese are very paranoid

about people stealing national treasures.

They're very litigious

so I thought this might come in useful.

You expect me to pay for this?

Did you know that the Chinese consulate's

not very far from here on 42nd Street?

I just learned that in my research.

Did you bring your checkbook?

Write a check out to cash.

What amount?

10,000.

My grandchildren...

are waiting for me.

Have a nice existence.

Frankie, be careful.

You don't want to spill it.

I want to play with my fire truck.

That's fine, sweetheart

but you've just got to be careful.

Hello, Miss Mobray.

That's a cool fire truck.

My grandma bought it for me.

Grandma got me

a carriage with two horses

but I had to leave it at home.

(chuckles)

The privileges of being a grandmother--

you're allowed to spoil them a little bit.

EAMES: Excuse me?

I see that you've spread your generosity

around a lot lately.

Look what we have here--

forged documents.

GOREN: Why in the world

would you spend so much money for forged documents?

I thought it'd be fun to have them.

We think it would be fun

if you accompanied these gentlemen

down to our offices.

Everything here is listed on her insurance declaration.

Same story with the items at her storage vault.

Piece isn't here.

The doorman says a Liam Montgomery visited

Ms. Mobray a number of times

in the last few weeks.

It so happens

there was Liam Montgomery registered at the Saint Francis

around the same time as Lord Pembridge.

Probably the guy she had keeping tabs on all the players.

In other news, the Captain wants to know

what we've turned up here.

Squat.

That's what we turned up.

These books and catalogues of Chinese bronzes--

I want Latent to go through them

page by page.

MAN: These pages-- we have a partial thumb.

Index, partial palm.

Here... here... and here.

She spent a lot of time looking at these.

How fresh are these prints?

Well, the oils are still viscous.

A couple, three days.

And that one.

It's beautiful.

GOREN: "A heavenly horse

"with a flame-shaped forelock.

Bronze horses are extremely rare."

We need another search warrant.

Wonderful-- another gray room.

Please have a seat.

Liam Montgomery-- do you know him?

He runs an art consulting business out of London.

EAMES: Your doorman said he's made periodic visits

over the last seven years.

Yes, he's helped me.

I'm an old woman.

I'm easy pickings for the like of Gaston and Pang.

I need to protect myself.

And your acquisitions...

which he seems uniquely qualified to do.

CARVER: He had some kind

of police record in Britain.

HARRY: If you have questions about Mr. Montgomery

ask Mr. Montgomery.

He's left the country.

He got the job done.

Yeah, but he made your dream come true.

What is this, a toy?

A toy.

Your granddaughter was sorry to see it go.

Detective, please, please.

This is irreplaceable.

Lucille...

Have you ever seen anything so exquisite?

I think it was made during the time of Christ.

I'm prepared to be conciliatory in view of your client's age.

You knew what it was before you actually saw it?

Yes.

Liam bribed someone in Hong Kong

and snuck a peek.

He sent me a photograph.

Lucille, please.

Oh, enough of the charade, Harry.

They're making us an offer.

CARVER: Six months in a minimum

security prison, a fine.

A substantial fine.

We'll take it, Harry.

Just to have owned it even for...

such a short time.

Even just to look at it.

The contours, the workmanship.

It's so...

precious.

(laughing)

There were...

There were...

There were two little men in the carriage?

Yes, there were.

Where's the other one?

Well, maybe they're in here.

Oh, look at this.

It's Gaston and Pang.

(laughs)

They were in Chinatown.

Gaston.

You know, Pang.

Someone else I forgot.

Oh, let's see.

Annie Littleton.

She was in Chinatown, too.

And she saw Pang, and she

screamed, "Tiananmen! Tiananmen!"

Detective... please.

Please!

Then it looked like trouble.

Oh, yes.

(laughs): Oh.

There looked like

there was going to be trouble.

But don't you worry.

Don't you worry.

Liam Montgomery.

'Cause he has his eye on things.

And he told you there was trouble.

Now, he called you.

"There's trouble, Mrs. Mobray."

(laughs)

And you said, "Take care of it," and he did.

And bang, bang!

Annie Littleton.

No.

I did no such thing.

But... but then...

all hell broke lose, and Gaston and Pang--

they were fighting.

Pang wanted it.

Gaston wanted it, and Pang wanted it...

Stop it. This is not a joke.

These are precious, precious artifacts.

They're priceless, in fact.

Priceless?

And that's why you had them kill Annie Littleton?

No.

Never mind that she had...

two kids.

Oh, they can get along fine without their... mother.

Why not?

You did.

After your parents were killed.

After the Japanese bombed Shanghai.

There you are-- little Lucy

and her loving parents...

living an enchanted life.

And there's your... your handsome father

who every day brought you a new treasure.

"Here, Lucy."

"Here's a beautiful terra-cotta doll

for my most special girl."

(sobbing)

Those were the happiest days of your life.

And they were, hmm... finished by a bomb burst?

But this toy-- it takes you back.

And that's what makes it priceless

'cause you would do anything

to get back to that magical time.

And, well...

Annie Littleton just got in your way.

She...

She was going to ruin everything.

(sobbing)

I just had to have it!

(sobbing)

EAMES: The Chinese should be happy

to get that back.

It's the only one of its kind.

Annie Ming Littleton was one of a kind.