All language subtitles for simon_simon_s07e07_tale_of_the_tiger

Come on, you love. Time is money. We
ain't got all day here.

Excuse me. Do you know where I might be
able to find my brother, Rick Simon?

Your boat's leave over on Pier 91.

Come on, gook. What are you waiting for,
Christmas?

Hey, you watch your mouth, Marty.

We lost a chiller coming in. We got to
get this fin off or it's going to be

garbage in an hour.

Oi, there. AJ.

Well, shiver my timbers. Shiver didn't
the old man.

Hey, landlubber, just spent one of the
best weeks of my life.

Sea, sky, wind.

Fish. The smell of fish.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.

Lang Van.

A fellow with a sensitive nose. My
brother, AJ.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

How was fishing?

Oh, it went well.

Even when Rick got sick.

Hey,

Jay. Good to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Lang, let's get these fish offloaded.

Lang?

Out of the way. We're offloaded.

This is coming in from Ford Rag and Don.

Our whole fleet arrived at once. We need
this to deposit our cash.

Look, you got your own cannery, so use
it.

My freedom.

Mama, join us.

I found you.

Something about the sexual practices of
John's ancestors.

Just stay still.

That's it.

Hello, Simon.

John.

Hi.

Oh, these are the Simons, Rick and AJ.

They're friends. They helped save Lang
today.

I only just met your brother.

He didn't deserve this.

How's he doing?

Well, they broke his jaw and three ribs.

Doctors don't know if there are any
internal injuries yet.

I'm sorry about this. It was a stupid
fight.

Lang tried to break it up, tried to
explain to them why they couldn't

It was no accident.

He was beaten because he dared to work
for you, John.

No.

No, no, these guys were very angry. I
mean, it could have happened to any one

us. It was gung -ho.

What's that mean?

It's Vietnamese for tiger.

You take it easy there, sailor. You hit
some rough seas back there. Don't try to

talk, Lang.

You know, for a guy who just got the
stuffing kicked out of him, you look

really... Bloody awful.

Bloody awful.

Come on, I don't think we ought to make
him laugh.

Tell you what, when you get out of the
hospital, we're going to teach you a

old American custom called ducking.

Yeah, in the meantime, you try to get
some shut -eye, you hear?

Ho -Sung, if there's anything I can do,
you call.

Thank you.

Same goes for us.

It was nice meeting you.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

So when bounding main tuna went belly
up, Marty and me and a couple other old

salts got to yapping, and we figured we
could hang together or hang separately.

So we mortgaged everything we had to the
hill.

And bought our own cannery. Well, an
American dream.

Yeah, it was great for a while. You
know, shared profits, very democratic,

everybody working for themselves.

Then it got to be one damn disaster
after another.

Such as?

Well, things like the main blast freezer
at the cannery going out without

warning and the whole fleet losing a
day's catch.

Or Jake Stenstrom's boat catching fire
at the pier last month. No, it's

today.

Do you think there's anything to what
Langvon's sister was saying? You know,

that his people resent him working for
an American?

Well, maybe.

Maybe we're just jinxed.

I don't believe in jinxes.

Well, what do you mean?

He means that maybe you're being
deliberately sabotaged.

Who is Gong Ho?

The tiger?

Some of us believe he's a myth, a
boogeyman invented by the Viet gangs to

the socks off their own people. You
know, make them easier to exploit.

You think it's worth a look?

I'm available.

Now, only if we make it official. No,
no, no, no. Oh, now, come on, now. Not

money, Rick. This is a co -op. Besides,
it's about time we had some hired help.

I mean, look at it this way. It's seven
-card stud poker.

The pot's full, and we don't even have a
pair showing.

I'd rather cover it. Well, leave me some
car fare.

Thank you.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Please have some refreshment. Thank you.

John.

Rick. You okay?

You know, it's funny.

Just when you think things have gotten
about as bad as they can get.

It wasn't enough that Ho -Sung lost her
whole family in the war except for Lang.

Now this.

Poor Donald dies of a heart attack in a
hospital.

Ain't life grand.

Thank you for coming. It's very kind of
you.

There's nothing to say at a time like
this.

I do wish we could turn back the clock.
Nobody suspected that the beating was

that severe.

The blind didn't die of the beating.

Yes, that was what the doctor said.

The doctors are wrong.

They don't...

Horsham,

I'm deeply saddened.

Aren't we all?

And Van was your brother, but he was
like my brother, too.

These are difficult times for you.

I don't want your money.

Soon, what's passed between us is over.

Can't we begin again, like new people?

Get out of my house.

Jen? Rick Simon?

You old fox.

I thought you were dead. I thought you
were dead.

My good friend.

Empty. Fade to Mars.

Waiter.

French is as bad as your Vietnamese.

It's still better than your English.

Indubitably.

Yes, sir.

On out.

Don Renard, 1946.

Show off.

So, I tried to reach you from the
internment camp. I needed an American

to get out.

I still can't believe they sent you to
that place.

After all, you...

War hero, and they treat you like a...
refugee.

So how do they treat you and your
comrades?

Touché.

Sherman was right.

War is hell, but... I'll tell you, it
was the peace that nearly did me in.

Just after I got back from Nam, I...

Started looking around at life back
home, and I... I knew I

wasn't ready for it.

So I went to the nearest second -hand
hog farm and bought myself a chopped

knucklehead Harley, and I was gone.

Down every empty two -lane I could find.

Aimpoint Blanket.

Nowhere.

You couldn't find me, Chen. Hell, you
weren't the only one, man.

You could hide.

Ah, here we go.

Shortest president.

Oh.

No, I don't play that. Come on, come on,
come on. Shortest president.

James Smith.

Tallest. Abe Lincoln.

Rick, don't. Hey, come on. Kept us sane,
didn't it?

That time I burned the leech off your
thigh, I had you stumped. I'm the only

president ever to die of chronic
diarrhea.

It's the only anesthetic we had.

I say things have changed.

I won't drink to that.

Come on.

Let me show you something. Ah.

After I pay for the check, I insist.

You can't. Why not? I own the place.

Get out of town.

No, wait. How many trawlers? It's long,
but two orange right up.

And your own cannery. Yeah.

Rick, I'd like you to meet Tron Love.

Tron is my strong right arm.

He was in the South Vietnamese Air
Force.

Black Dragon? Whoa.

A number of my staff were.

Ah, nice to meet you.

My dragons. I've got one bad outfit.

Fighter is the best. And now we do a
fighting on the battlefields of

I'm headquartered in L .A., but I keep
something special here.

Come here.

What

do

you think?

Wow.

is impressive.

Where did you get all that stuff?

I started with my GIM -16 and just kept
going.

It's been years since I've seen some of
the stuff.

Some of it I've never seen.

I own pieces from all over the world,
from all different times.

The ones I care about are the ones that
matter to me.

The ones we used in our war.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You want to forget, but... You want to
remember.

Yes, I do want to remember.

Most people don't understand.

But I knew you would, Rick.

I've thought of you many times.

The world is crumbling around us.

But there were those of us who believed
in what we were doing.

There was a certain nobility.

Surprised to see you. I'm glad.

Surprise.

Oh, my brother's things.

Come over here for a second.

You look as if you're still in that sort
of sleepwalker stage.

No, you're a very insightful man.

No.

No, I've been there.

I say at times like this, it's best to
lose yourself in your work, so I guess

I'll have to test that theory.

Big John says that you write for one of
the Vietnamese newspapers?

Yes.

So let me ask you a journalist question.

Why are you here?

Well, I'm a private investigator.

And John hired my brother and me to
investigate any possible sabotage

the co -op.

Does that include my brother's death?

If it does, I promise you'll be the
first to know.

Why are you so sure that it was more
than what the doctors say it was?

Because... I don't know what I've been
saying the last few days.

I don't buy that.

Come on. Talk to me.

Con Ho, tell me about it.

Look, you're the investigator.

I hope you're a good one.

What are you doing on my boat?

John Yelovich hired me.

Hired you for what?

To check out any possible sabotage
against the co -op.

You don't believe me going in there and
calling.

And while you're at it, you can tell me
there's nothing wrong with this chiller.

It's been hot -wired.

Make it look as if it was broken when it
isn't.

Damn it, I told him. That freaking gook.

You talking about Lang Van?

You bet I am. He was one of those Viet
gangs. I don't care what John says. Once

a thug, always a thug.

and he got just what was coming to him
is what I say.

My family and I owe you everything, Gong
Ho.

I am fisherman. I'm not soldier or
fighter.

I long for the days when my life was
simple, honest.

Simple and honest.

You think it's possible here?

Simple and honest.

And hungry and poor and defeated and
licking the boots of...

Times have changed, Kwon.

We were all simple and honest once.

You and I have suffered through much
together, but I believe you're taking a

great step backwards.

If you are right, then I will live with
my mistake, but I will sleep at night.

Your request is granted. Go.

How am I to maintain discipline in your
ranks?

They will think you have become weak.

Sentimental. Is that what you think?

I think you're gung -ho.

If you still wish to take over the
seafarer's cannery, we must move

Marty Randazzo?

Where'd he get that name? A Cagney
movie?

You missed your calling, Abby.

Comedy is so impoverished these days.

Yeah, well, your dead friend was no
angel.

It's a record of two -bit arrests,
misdemeanor stuff.

Nothing about gang activity, though,
right?

Ah, the Vietnamese community has a code
of silence that would put the mafia

omerta to shame.

Their police have been corrupt, time out
of mind, and don't trust anything in a

uniform.

Some pretty ugly reprisals down there
for people who step out of line.

Yeah, like Lam Van going to work for Big
John.

There are no convictions here.

He had himself a high -ticket lawyer.

What?

Come on, this guy isn't rich.

No, but he had a rich friend.

Oh, my God, that's Chin.

You know him?

No, I don't. Rick does. Why?

Let me tell you a dirty little story.

Great pleasure.

You should be sharing it with someone.

Ah, well, I've been a few, but nobody
can stand me very long.

What about you?

I happen to sound sooner than your kids.

When Saigon was falling, I just made
colonel, so I had my own chopper.

200 French begged me for spots so they
could get to the U .S. carrier.

The city was chaos.

I couldn't even find her or my son or my
daughter.

This one sad story in a million.

But we go on, right?

Yeah, I guess.

You know, when I saw you with... Well,
Swoon the other day, I thought maybe...

Still perceptive, aren't you?

Goes with the job.

You were interned at Pendleton together.

I was grieving.

She had lost everyone in the family
except Long Van.

We became very close.

when we were sponsored out.

You mean... So, tell me,

how did the master jungle fighter and
the world -class crazy person end up a

private eye?

Well, typical mature intelligent
decision on my part.

My brother talked me into it.

Which reminds me, I need your help.

We have a client.

I'm Ben's boss. He thinks there may be
some sabotage going on at the Anglo Co

-op.

What did you learn?

Well, my brother found out that somebody
may have incited the fight to kill Lang

Van.

It turns out the Vietnamese crews could
have offloaded.

No problem.

It's just that somebody didn't want him
to know that.

Very astute of your brother.

Well, don't tell him I said this, but
he's pretty sharp.

Hey, Rick.

Speak of the devil. Come aboard.

Hey, Rick.

Hello, Adrian.

Good to see you.

Chen?

Well, don't just stand there with your
mug hanging out.

What did Abigail say that was so all
-fire important?

Don't hold back on Chen's account. I was
just picking his brain.

This man could be a big help to us.

Really?

Unfortunately, I can't do so right now.

Rick. Thank you. The feast was
marvelous. Hey, come on. You can't leave

sun's not even up. We're not started
good here.

Honestly, my day starts early in the
fishing business.

Come here. Come on.

AJ.

Well, Mr. Personality, you sure know how
to party.

Why don't you sit down?

Remind me to bring over a couple of wet
blankets next time you have a hot date

or an old buddy in town.

Rick, please shut up.

All right, what is it?

Your dear and good friend, Mr. Chin, is
not quite what he appears.

What is that supposed to mean?

The police have a special file on him.

OCD.

What's the suspicion, Grand Theft Tuna?

Murder.

Extortion.

Bracketeering. Prostitution.

Gambling. Blackmail.

Protection.

Drug trafficking all the way from the
border to Santa Barbara. Yes, we are.

He's known as Gong Ho.

The tiger, give me a break.

We're a key at the head, the godfather
of the most vicious crime syndicate to

hit this coast in 20 years.

Open that.

You've seen the evidence. It's
overwhelming.

It is circumstantial.

Just because Chin has his people too
terrified to talk.

Let me ask you a question.

If you saw a file on me and it said I
was an axe murderer, would you buy it?

Well, that is how strongly I feel about
Chen.

He trained over here, you know.

Chopper school in Alabama.

He was left seat on an S &D we flew over
the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

He got hit by a sand.

A pilot bought it.

Chin was able to bring it out of rotor
spin, but... But what, Rick?

But the tail section got caught up in
the trees.

The tanks blew.

We were the only ones who made it.

We walked out of that jungle together.

Landmines, tiger traps, snipers.

First American fire base we got to, the
CO thought he was seeing ghosts.

Been in there for ten days.

Ten whole days.

I can understand your feelings.

The hell you can.

All right, I can't.

I can't understand.

I wasn't in your war, so I will never
really know what the two of you went

through together.

But you have quickened it into some kind
of sacrosanct event

that only the two of you can understand.

And it is blinding you to the truth of
what is happening now.

Is that what you think?

It's what I know.

The war is over, Rick.

The world has not frozen in time. It has
changed, and I'm sorry, but so has

Chin.

That man has been through his own
personal hell.

But I have got to believe that nobody
changes that much.

When we were in that jungle,

We used to play this little game, you
know, just to keep our sanity.

Sort of a trivial pursuit of American
history.

And this man, this man who was born in a
hut on a rice paddy half a world away

would consistently beat the pants off
me.

Because he had the ideals, he had the
dreams, and he wanted them for his

Here you go, sir.

Thanks, Dixon.

Autopsy report.

Lang Van died of cardiac arrest induced
by a massive injection of potassium

chloride. He was murdered, Rick.

You tie that to Chen?

No, but... But nothing.

Now, maybe the reason you can't build a
case against him is because there is not

a case there to be built.

Ho -sun said that Gong -ho did it.

And that is one very frightened lady.

Well, just who are you going to believe,
her or your own brother?

Hi.

Hello.

I understand you've already spoken to
Lieutenant Marsh.

Not exactly. She's already spoken to me.

Okay.

That's why I'm here, because you strike
me as a very honest woman.

Look, I don't have to explain my actions
to you, so please, would you leave?

Please. No.

When I first saw you at the hospital, I
thought, You look like such a courageous

lady. Well, that just goes to show you
how wrong first impressions can be.

I was not wrong.

You know the truth.

You're just hiding it.

What business is it of yours anyway?

You were hired to investigate sabotage.
I don't know anything about that.

Yes, but you know about Gong Ho.

Hey, Jay, Gong Ho has already cost me
too much.

Please stop this.

No one can touch him. Excuse me, in
America they can, if they've got the

speak up.

Last year, a Vietnamese editor in L .A.
dared to publish an article mildly,

mildly critical of Chin.

Ten days later, the paper's office was
firebombed and he was burned to death.

They found his remains tied to an office
chair with bailing wire.

Gong Ho made sure he wouldn't get away.

No suspects, no witnesses, nobody said a
word.

If you let this man walk all over you,
everything that you have come to this

country for will be lost.

This won't be America for you. It'll be
some warlord's private kingdom.

And what will your life be about then?
What, survival?

Yes.

That would put me ahead of my parents
and my four brothers and sisters.

How about that?

All right, I understand.

I want you to understand what I am
feeling.

Chin has already cost you your brother.

Right now, I'm scared that he may cost
me mine.

Get them out.

Why?

Get them out.

Is what true?

Don't play cool with me, damn it. I want
you to tell me, is it true?

Are you gung -ho?

What do you think?

What happened to you, man?

You left too soon to see my country die,
deserted by our saviors from the West.

How is that any excuse?

I'm an American, and I don't need
excuses unless I lose or get caught.

Perfect little American -made Vietnamese
hero.

Your commanders called me up to the
light and say, this, this is why we send

out to die.

So you did kill Lang Van.

What?

Come on, don't play dumb with me.

You sabotaged John's boat and then you
killed Lang Van to cover your tracks.

Lang died of a heart attack. Don't you
lie to me, you bastard!

I cared about you!

You better leave now, Rick.

That jerk doesn't know an albacore from
an albatross. Fire his butt.

What, are you crazy coming here? I can't
afford to be seen with you. Shut up.

We're moving the timetable up.

We go now.

Hey, I can't just drop everything.

Chin knows Langvang was murdered.

By now, he knows who did it.

We get him down here now.

Look, this ain't our deal. We were just
going to let the co -op ripen until it

fell into your head.

We have a new deal, Mr.

Randazzo.

And this isn't Saigon.

Walking away with your tail between your
legs is not an option.

Believe me.

We also have a couple of new problems.

AJ, this is Ha Sung.

I've been thinking about what she's
saying.

And I'd like to talk to you.

What are you doing here?

Shut up.

No!

You're betraying your partner.

It was you who killed my brother, wasn't
it?

I have nothing to do with that.

Take her.

It's A .J. Simon. If you'll leave your
name and number, I'll get right back to

you. Are you one I want to eat crow?

Hi, it's me. I just... Just call me when
you get this message.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

L .A .J., I'm calling to apologize. I've
been walking around at the beach all

day.

You were right. I was wrong about Jen.

About a lot of things, and I... I just
want to thank you, I guess, for not

letting me step around it.

I'll talk to you later.

Hello? AJ.

No, it's Rick.

Rick, this is Marty Randazzo down at the
co -op. Listen, I know who's been

sabotaging this place.

Well, we think we may know, too.

Yeah, well, what I got will surprise
you. You and your brother get down here

right away and meet me at the back of
the co -op.

Well, I'm on my way, but A .J.'s not
here.

Well, you better find him, because I got
something I need to show both of you.

All right. See you later.

You knew it was me.

I'm flattered.

Who are you?

Easy to find.

Even for an old fool like you.

You killed Lang Van. What?

To give me credibility when I tell you I
will not hesitate to kill again.

I have hope soon.

Speak to her.

Certainly.

In person.

We have the Seafarer's co -op.

Alone.

You have 20 minutes before she dies.

Arnie!

or did you get real smart and drop that
gun?

Breathe.

Drop it.

The other one here.

No.

Aja. Ho Sung is being held here.

Yeah, I know, by Randazzo.

No, by Tran, my man.

He threatened to kill her to get me
here.

What's this, palace revolution?

He wants to be Khan Ho?

Yes.

My brother's truck is parked outside,
which means he's in here somewhere.

You better pray that nothing's happened
to him.

If we're going to save their lives, A
.J., we should work together.

Don't expect my help.

All right, now inside, both of you.

I already told you I'm not going to
help. Neither am I. Drop it, Rendazzo,

it. Come on, put it down.

Turn around, up against the wall.

Put them on.

Put these on.

I'm glad to see he doesn't quite cover
it. Ain't nothing of it.

I don't know how much I hate being
cooped up.

You all right?

Yes, now I am.

You were right about Chin.

He killed Lang Dan and he... I didn't
kill Lang Dan.

I'm supposed to believe that.

Look out!

Okay, now I believe you.

Not alone, there's one other.

Any good?

There's military training American
taxpayers can buy.

Second best.

AJ! Yeah?

You and Jen handle the left flank?

You got it.

They're here. Don't move.

You all right on the other side alone?

Piece of cake.

Ready?

Hey, Kate.

You're welcome.

Anything?

No!

I'll call an ambulance.

You okay?

Yeah, not a scratch.

You just take it easy. You're going to
be all right.

You lie as well as you speak Vietnamese.

You saved my life.

Why?

Because once...