All language subtitles for 01.03 China Doll.eng

Halt!

And watch his eyes.
He blinks before he strikes.

The Chinese Communists
and Nationalists...

would both give millions for it.

And what, pray tell,
are you doing with this one?

He has agreed
to be my protector.

You hired Magnum?
He's my protector.

He's your protect...

Sailor, sir. Want a date? Want to really
have a good time? Couple of drinks, maybe?

Sailor, how about it? Do you want
to know me, have a good time?

Koko.

Hey, Duffy.! Long time, no see.
When'd you dock?

Midnight.

Any me mates about? Not yet.

But there's a malihini Pake
at number three.

You Choi?

Well, let's get to it.

I was told in Hong Kong
that you'd pay 5,000 American...

for the location of one Mai Ling.

Since you're sittin' at my table,
I take it I was right.

Oh, don't tell me, mate.
Don't tell me.

Let me guess.
Which one of the arts is it?

Uh, tae won do?

Shotokan? Uh, kung fu?

Shito-ryu?

Whichever it is, it don't scare me none,
rice ball, 'cause I've fought 'em all,

from Singapore to Yokohama,
and I ain't been whipped yet.

So don't get cute,

or I'll break your fingers
like they was chopsticks.

Now,

we was discussing Mai Ling.

I know where she is.

And for 5,000 American...

and that bit of gold and jade
hanging round your neck,

so can you.

What is she to you anyway?

Runaway wife?

Sister?

You don't talk much, do ya?

But you sure do know
how to count.

She's on Kauai.

She runs an antique shop in Lihue.

It's called Treasures of the Dove.
You cannot miss it.

It's called wing chun.

You know, Thomas,
chasing a China doll can be fun,

if she wants to be caught.

T.C., do you have to fly into the sun?

Do I what?
Have to fly into the sun?

I was out all night on a divorce case,
and I'm tired.

Aw! Well, no, suh, massa, suh.

Old T.C. sure is sorry
he let poor massa...

let that sun shine on
his little beady bloodshot eyes.

Ooh!

- How's that, suh?
- Great.

Oh! What the hell are they...

But maybe you should talk to them.

Uh,

nothing to worry about.

Just a slight, uh, Kauai downdraft.

Uh, probably smooth sailing from now on.
Won't happen again.

Just a Kauai downdraft, honey.
Won't happen again.

Kauai downdraft? That's good.

They upchuck all over my new upholstery,
guess who's gonna clean it, Thomas.

Come on, T.C. What did I do?
What did you do?

What did you do?
What you always do!

I didn't care about the sun,

but T.C. was gonna start in on Mai Ling
again, and I didn't want to hear it.

Now, if you don't want someone on you about one
thing, you give them something else to gripe about.

- It works every time.
- Of course, what should I expect...

from a grown man who spends all of his
time chasing, of all things, a China doll.

Well, almost every time.

T.C., that China doll,
as you call her,

happens to be an expert on ancient...

Oriental ceramics.

- She is teaching me all she knows.
- Mm-hmm.

The only thing she is teaching you
is "" no" in Chinese.

Since when are you interested
in who teaches what?

Since it started costing me a paying fare
every time I fly to Kauai.

Harold. Uh, pilot.

Am I replacing a paying passenger?
Maybe.

Is someone else gonna fly with you today?
Well, maybe.

Look, Thomas,
I don't expect you to pay a fare,

but once... if just once...

you would offer
to give me gas money.

That hurts, T.C.
That really hurts.

When I think of all the times
I saved your butt in 'Nam.

You saved my butt? Ha.!

You got me confused with some other
beautiful human being, Thomas.

Okay, uh, welcome to Kauai,
the G... Garden Island.

The, uh, oldest island
in the Hawaiian chain.

The first to be visited
by Captain Cook.

Anything else you want to know, there's
a tour guide back there somewhere.

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon, are you sure you
won't reconsider and fly back with me?

No. No. Not ever.

I guess in that case you're entitled
to half your money back. Nah.

But, you know, I'm a small operation.
That's okay.

Fares like this...
Nah, forget it.

I'm sorry. Come on, Alice.

You... Maybe you might...
Well... Fi...

I leave at 5:00.

Not coming back with us, huh?

Gas money. What?

Thomas, I am going to
Monkey Pete's for a beer.

When I get back, I want those gas tanks
topped off and the gas paid for.

You got it? Don't you think you
ought to use a half hitch there?

You can backstroke to Oahu.

Well, if I had to be marooned,

at least it was on Kauai...
with Mai Ling.

Mai Ling.

Ah.

Mai Ling.

Some days I shouldn't get out of bed.
Instead of Mai Ling,

her Uncle Ho was in the shop.

For all Ho ever said to me,
he could be mute.

But then,
some people don't have to talk.

Hi, Ho.

Uh, is Mai Ling here?

Ho?

You know, I realize
that you're... very busy, but...

if Mai Ling is here,
could you nod your head,

blink or something?

Ho?

Ho.

Mai Ling.

I must apologize
for my appearance.

Um, I was planting flowers
at my father's grave.

I didn't expect you
until this afternoon.

Uh, well, why were you
expecting me at all?

Oh, you've come
every Saturday for a month now.

I hoped today would be the same.

And it is.

Did you fly in with your friend?

What's his name? T.C.

T.C.

Mai Ling.

Mai Ling, um,
what the hell is going on here?

I'm going to Oahu with you
for the weekend.

You are?

Of course, I intend to pay.

What for?

For your services.

To protect the vase you're carrying...

until I can deliver it to a buyer
flying from San Francisco Sunday.

I assume you do that sort of thing.

You are a private eye, aren't you?

Well, I prefer "" private investigator."

I also prefer to be asked.

I'm so sorry.

It was very stupid of me.

Mai Ling, I... I didn't say no.

I just said that I prefer to be asked.

Then I humbly ask you...

to be my protector,

if that is a proper word,

for the next two days and nights.

Well, I don't know
if that's the proper word,

but I accept.

Oh. Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Bye, Ho.

I wasn't quite sure
what Mai Ling was up to,

but how much trouble could I get into
protecting her and a little vase?

Excuse me.
Treasures of the Dove?

Ah. Thank you.

- Yes?
- I'm looking for Mai Ling.

There is no one by that name here.

Do not lie to me.

- Mai Ling.
- I know nothing of anyone... No!

Mai Ling.

Mai Ling.

Oahu.

And the Soul of Sung?

With her! She took it with her.

When?

Steady.

Now, lads.

Mai Ling, how are you with animals?

What kind of animals?

That kind.

Still in your jammies
at this hour?

Zeus, Apollo. Patrol.

Mai Ling, this is Higgins.
He kind of takes care of the place.

I'll have an egg roll, the wonton soup
and the chicken with snow peas.

And what, pray tell, are you doing with
this one? He has agreed to be my protector.

Higgins. Higgins.

I'm sorry, Magnum. Really, I...

Higgins.!

But the thought of you protecting
a beautiful woman, you must admit...

Higgins.

It's really rather funny.
Don't you think?

No, I don't.

Well, I do.

At least, Mai Ling, you'll
be safe in the main house.

Security is quite stringent,
with one exception.

The only thing staying in the
main house will be this vase.

Mai Ling will be in the
guesthouse with me. Vase?

I'm staying with my Uncle Han in Kahala.
Uncle Han?

What vase? The one Magnum is
protecting until tomorrow.

You didn't say anything about an Uncle Han.
What kind of vase?

Didn't I?
No. The only thing you said...

was you needed
my protection day and night.

Surely you didn't think I meant...
Yes, he did. Is the vase Chinese?

Mai Ling, of course
I didn't think you meant...

Of course. It's Chinese.
Which dynasty?

- Mai Ling.
- That's not a dynasty.

Sung.

Sung?

It's this way.

Mai Ling, I hope you don't think that I
thought what you think I was thinking.

Are you sure it's Sung? Yes.

Must be worth a bloody fortune.

Which is why I hired Magnum
to protect it.

I never thought anything else.

Honest.

Ah. May I open it?

No.

Um, I'm merely an agent
in this transaction.

The container was sealed
in the seller's presence.

The seal cannot be broken
by anyone but the buyer.

I'm sorry.
No, no. I quite understand.

What, uh, color glaze?

Blood red.
Oh, what a bloody shame.

I'm sorry. I mean,
I would love to have seen...

a Sung vase of that quality.

Well, if we're not going to see it,

then why don't we just
lock it in the safe?

I can't open the safe until you leave the
room. It would be a breach of security.

Shall I open it?

This is intolerable!

That combination will be changed
in the morning.

How did you get it?
By watching you open the safe.

When?
Just now, Higgins. Just now.

Mai Ling, lunch.

Excuse me, sir. Yeah.

Did you just fly
some people to Kauai?

Huh? A fare to Kauai.

You need a flight to Kauai?
I mean, you want to fly Island Hoppers?

You must be new here.
Hey, step into my office.

Whoo-hoo.!

One born every minute. Hoo-hoo!

What was the bet again?
Fifty. Fifty.

Bucks?
No, pesos. They bet pesos in Hawaii.

Can you believe him?

What is this? What are you doing?
I'm writing my marker.

A marker? What do you think this is, Guys and
Dolls? Ever hear of cash? I'm a little short, Rick.

Oh, I owe you for two days, plus expenses.
Mai Ling, that's all right.

I insist. Please. Let me.
No, it's fine.

Wait a minute. You hired Magnum?
He's my protector.

He's your protect...

How about a walk on the beach
before lunch, Mai Ling?

He's been that way since 'Nam.
He's... Happens all of a sudden.

One minute he's fine.
The next thing, he snaps.

A protector!

You have unusual friends.

I guess you could call Rick that.

Not just Rick. T.C., Higgins.

I wouldn't exactly call
Higgins a friend.

Anyway, none of them are what they
seem to be on the surface, are they?

I mean, I've only briefly met them,
but underneath, I sense something...

adventurous,
perhaps even dangerous.

Especially in you.

It's what makes you so, uh, exciting.

You find me exciting? Very.

Then why are you running away
from me to your Uncle Han's?

Perhaps I, too, like to be asked.
Perhaps.

And perhaps you're just a beautiful woman
who knows how to use flattery on a man.

I don't think I like
what you're implying.

And I don't like to be lied to.

I don't know whether there was a
Sung vase in that box or not,

but I do know you lied to Higgins
about the seal.

I watched your Cousin Ho seal that box in
the antique shop just before you came in.

- There is a valuable vase in the box.
- Then why'd you lie to Higgins?

Thomas, there are things
I cannot explain.

Try me. Perhaps tomorrow.

No. Not tomorrow. Right now.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Magnum.! Magnum.! Magnum.

It's T.C., brah. He's hurt bad.

Take it easy. You got a couple of
cracked ribs. Lie back.

T.C., you okay? No.

What happened?

You're in big trouble, boy.
Yeah, he's in big trouble.

You got cracked ribs and a concussion,
and he's in big trouble.

All right. Look out.

- Ow!
- I'm sorry.

Shouldn't you get him to a doctor?

Snow pea, I've patched and stitched
these two jokers so many times in 'Nam,

I know 'em better
than their mamas.

- What kind of trouble?
- I don't know.

But I could guess.

A Chinese dude,

Rick's size, asking who I brought in
from Kauai and where he could find them.

- Did you tell him?
- Does it look like I did?

He did this?
A Chinese guy about my size?

He caught me by surprise. Man, I ain't
never seen nothing like this boy.

He just blinked and boom.
Never saw him move.

T.C., I've seen you whip
half a dozen guys in a bar fight.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I must be getting slow.

Just wham, bam. The whole
thing only took five seconds.

I'm just surprised he didn't kill me.

What did he look like?
Like I said,

Chinese dude, Rick's size, late 20s.

Oh, yeah. He had something tattooed
in the palms of his hands.

A red dragon?

Yeah. Yeah, I think it was.

You know who he is?

I know what he is.

I must get to my Uncle Han.

Not till you explain
what the hell's going on here.

I'll explain in the car.

I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you.

- You didn't cause it.
- Yes, I'm afraid I did.

Please, can we go?

Anything he wants, Rick,
it's on me.

What are you gonna pay with?
Your marker?

- Anything, Rick.
- Okay.

Phew.

Chinese dude about my size?

Don't get cute, Orville.

Well?

The dragon tattoo is a sign of the tong.

On the palm, it signifies
a wing chun warrior of the first degree.

Some people believe
such a man can kill with a look.

Only women can do that, Mai Ling.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

You know, I am involved in whatever is going
on here because I went slightly nuts over you,

which is really pretty stupid considering
our entire relationship consists of a...

a single kiss on Waikiki in front of
a couple thousand tourists.

Now, I do stupid things occasionally,

and that's okay as long as
I'm the only one who's hurt.

But my friend in there has
a couple of busted ribs and a cracked head,

and before somebody gets killed,
I think you better start filling me in.

Some people have already
been killed.

By who? The man with the tattoo?

And others who came before him.

It's that vase, isn't it?

What's it worth?

As an art object,
perhaps 100,000.

As a symbol, the Chinese Communists and
Nationalists would both give millions for it.

Have you ever heard of the Soul of Sung?

No.
I'm sure your friend Higgins has.

Oh, well, of course Higgins has.

It's a vase containing the ashes
of a great Sung emperor, Hui Tsung.

It disappeared shortly after the death
of the last empress of China,

Tzu Hsi in 1908. Mai Ling,

what the hell does this have to do with this
guy who's chasing you all over the Islands?

On her deathbed, the empress gave
the Soul of Sung to a courtier.

She made him swear upon
his family name to protect it...

until another royal dynasty sat again...

once more upon the throne in China.

Of course. It's all very clear to me now.

That courtier was my great-grandfather.

He died protecting that vase.

As did my father
and 10 others in the family.

Perhaps, by now, 11.

Cousin Ho?

I will know more
when we reach my uncle.

Next street. Turn left.

My family's alone in this, Thomas.

We must carry on
as the empress instructed.

Now that I have been located,

my Cousin Pin will take over.

He's the one flying in tomorrow.

You know, you could've told me, Mai Ling.

I can trust no one outside the family.

I only tell you now
because I have no choice.

I would die to protect the Soul of Sung.
Would you?

Mai Ling.

Uh, Mai Ling. English, please.

Uncle Han does not speak English.

Well, how about French then? No.

Vietnamese? No. Only Mandarin.

Only Mandarin. Of course.

Hi, guy. You speak English, hmm?

Ah. Of course. Only Mandarin.

There you go.
Come on, little birdie.

You like that? No.

The tong murdered a merchant sailor
last night on Hotel Street.

This sailor knew of my shop on Kauai,
but not of this place.

So I'm safe for the moment.

What about your cousin?

Uncle Han knows nothing.

Cousin Ho will contact us here
if he's still alive.

Thomas,

guard the vase closely tonight.

I'm staying with you.
I'm safe here.

Tomorrow, when my Cousin Pin arrives,

we will give him the vase...

and then you can be with me.

Until then, the vase is
the only thing that matters.

Not to me.

But to me.

And therefore
it should be so to you too.

There'll be tomorrow.

At least we're cutting down
on the size of the crowd.

I'll be back... tonight.

I didn't like leaving Mai Ling,

but I had to warn Higgins that a tong
warrior might show up to bust his ribs,

which was something
that was still bugging me.

A tong would either walk away or kill.
He wouldn't cripple.

Not unless he needed T.C. alive.

You damn fool.
He was following you.

Han?

Mai Ling? Mai Ling.

The note was short and to the point.

Mai Ling for the Soul of Sung.

Noon tomorrow.
The location was a pay phone on Waikiki.

He didn't bother to threaten.

He didn't have to.

I'll get her back.

I'll get her back.

Housing costs surged up by 1.5 percent
for the third consecutive month in a row.

Higgins wasn't around
when I went for the vase,

so I opened the safe,
ran from the dogs...

and spent the rest of the night
at Rick's setting things up.

The tong warrior would
set up the swap in his favor.

All I could do was
try and outguess him, then wait.

And wait.

He said noon, and it was already 2:00.

I was broiling. And I had the feeling
that's exactly what he wanted.

- Yeah.
- Walk Diamond Head.

Wait a minute. Wait.

I didn't exactly panic,
but I was glad I hadn't had lunch.

Where is she, hotshot?

On the beach.

The other way.

If you leave the sand with her
before I have the vase,

you're both dead.

Where is it?

It's the corner of Kalakaua and Ohua.

There's a blue Paradise Pedicab
next to a grass shack.

The driver'll take you to the vase.

To put Mai Ling on the beach,
he'd have brought her out before dawn.

That meant she'd been in the sun for eight, maybe
nine hours, probably drugged... with no liquids.

I had to find her. Fast.

Hey, driver.
How much to Diamond Head, huh?

I'm on a tanning break, sir.
A what?

What? I never heard of
such a thing.

Look, lady, will you move along?
My cab's not for hire. Come on.

I think we should report
this to the police. For why?

This is a public vehicle. This is licensed for
the public to use. Whoa, whoa. Lady, lady.

Take a regular cab.
It's faster, and it's air conditioned.

Thank you. Come on. Give it ba...

Al... Come on. Alice.

Might as well take it.
That's all right. What if...

I'm not gonna turn it down.

If he gave it to me,
I'm gonna take it.

What are you doing? I'm not
gonna give it back to him.

He's a meshuggener.
Give it back to him. You're crazy.

Mai Ling.

Mai Ling. Mai Ling?

Mai Ling.

Wait a minute. Wait. Uh... Uh, put that
down and shade her. Yeah. Just like that.

I need an ambulance and some water.

Mai Ling?

Mai Ling?

It's all right, Mai Ling.

It's over... and you're safe.

Under the seat there's a box.

Okay, we're even now, pal.
You got the vase. We got Mai Ling.

Not quite.

- That could've been my head.
- What head?

Come on, Higgins.
Lay off Orville.

He... He darn near busted a gut
running away from that tong.

Real funny. Let me tell you
something, you big lug.

After what he did to that vase, I wasn't about to hang
around and play ring-around-the-rosy until you showed up.

And besides, he was bigger than me.

Oh, I think you did great, Rick.

And you were supposed to land
and give him a hand, T.C.

Man, Orville pedaled
so far into the forest,

I had to park in a parking lot
a half a mile away,

and I don't run too good
with busted ribs.

This vase is a reproduction.

- You mean it's a fake?
- I didn't say that. I said...

I said it was a reproduction.
There's a difference, you know.

No, you wouldn't.

This vase was thrown
sometime during the 15th century.

It's a Ming copy of the Sung original.

Probably commissioned
by a member of the royal court.

So it was valuable, huh?

Well, it's no Soul of Sung, but in one piece
it would have been worth 50,000 or 60,000.

Bucks? Pounds.

I shall never forgive Mai Ling
for not letting me see it.

Well, she couldn't risk it.

What?

Well, she knew all along
the tong would be following us.

I mean, she even set it up
so that he could.

Yeah, man,
but why would she do that?

To buy time.

Time for her Cousin Pin to fly in to the
Islands and escape with the real Soul of Sung.

Now, if she'd let Higgins see the vase,
he might've recognized it as a fake.

- A reproduction.
- Whatever.

Anyway, she couldn't risk anyone knowing that the
vase inside the box wasn't the real Soul of Sung.

If the tong found out, he would've
known where the real vase was hidden.

Where?

Right where she led him away from.

Kauai.

What'd the hospital say?

A couple days rest
and she'd be fine.

You talk to her?
No, she was still pretty doped up.

I should have known
something was wrong with her...

the minute she pretended she wanted
to spend the weekend with you.

Come on, T.C.
She hired me to protect the vase.

I didn't think
she wanted to sleep with me.

Oh, you didn't, huh?

Well, not exactly. See, I mean...

just the way she walked into
the antique shop...

Mm-hmm.

And the cute little way
she apologized for her hands being dirty.

- Up! Take us up!
- Huh?

Take us up.!

She wasn't planting flowers.
She was hiding the vase.

There he is!

No place to land, Thomas.

Behind those trees.
Uh, put her down. I'll jump.

All right. It's your funeral.

Hey, Thomas.
Don't be no hero, man.

Use the .45. Watch his eyes.
He blinks before he strikes.

By the time I hit the ground, I had so much
adrenaline pumping I wasn't even scared.

Well, not too scared.

Halt!

Turn around.

Down.

You're not a tong.

Pin Ling?

Don't even think it.

Nobody's that fast.

What is it, Magnum?

Oh, we just thought we'd come by
and see how you were doing.

Ah. Mai Ling.

Oh, no. No, no.

I know you both speak English.

It is impolite of us
to converse in Chinese.

I wanted to apologize
for having lied to you about the vase.

I quite understand.

May I offer my condolences
on the death of your Cousin Ho.

That is most appreciated.

Is the Soul of Sung safe?

For the moment.

My Cousin Pin has
departed with it.

Good.

I hope you don't mind. I've been trying
to piece this Ming version back together.

This is very good.

During the war I was attached to the
British Museum in Cairo for a brief stint.

Learned a thing or two.
You never told me that.

I don't tell you many things.

Which reminds me. The combination
to the safe has been changed...

to keep undesirables out.

Well, a dinner for two at the club says I
can get in and out without you knowing it.

Impossible.

- Is it a bet?
- It's a bet.

Come along, Mai Ling.
Dinner is on Higgins tonight.

You'll have to get into
the safe first, Magnum.

I know.

Zeus,

Apollo,

kill!