All language subtitles for 2 Chim

[ominous music]

[shutter clicking]
[speaking a foreign language]

- It's two shots.

I splice them together.

- We're done son.

You've made all
of us look dirty,

right at the moment we need

more than ever to be immaculate.

- Zhang Lin,
oh man I missed you.

- You, the famous photograph?

- No,
I took one pretty famous photo.

- Do you know what
happened to him?

- Oh I wish.
- In news

you don't have anything
except your credibility,

and you don't have that anymore.

- You know this isn't
just about the tank man.

Zhang Lin, he lost his wife,

who was shot in the street
and nobody remembers.

- Look,
I'm sorry you lost your job

but, don't take it out on me.

[money slapping]
- You know,

I get a photo of the tank man,
alive and well.

- This is extra curricular,
okay.

- Tank man, tank man,
what did he do?

He stood in the road.

- Do you have his name?

- Wang Pengfei

- He painted a perfect copy
of Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

[crowd chanting]
- As the peaceful protest

in Tienanmen Square continues,

the hunger strikers are hoping

for nothing less than a
democratic revolution.

[crunching and slurping]

- [Sandy] I want another
30 seconds of this piece.

- Hmm.

- Shh.

- [Sandy] Excuse me,
do you speak English?

- Er, I do, but my wife doesn't.

- Are you hunger striking?

- That was great!

That was really, er,
can we check that for sound?

- Liuli, Liuli!

[groaning and coughing]

[somber music]
[feet plodding]

[door clanking]

[bottles rattling]
[plug clattering]

[ominous music]
[table scraping]

[string music]

[street chattering]

- We got the immigration
searches back.

Nothing for Wang Pengfei,
right age,

anytime, '89 to '95.

If he came to the country
he didn't do it legally.

- Well, I talked to
the Beijing Art School.

Guess when they have him on file
'til?

- December '89.
- That's right.

And then he just disappears.

- Hey, by the way, what
happened with Margaret Thatcher?

- Nothing,
I just thought it was er--

- A wild mistake?

- Yeah.

- I hope you used a condom.

You know you can't
Photoshop one in later.

- That's gonna get
old real quick.

- I don't think so.

Here.

Here we go.
[buzzing]

I don't want to take up
too much of your time,

we're reporters and we're trying

to track down a man
called Wang Pengfei.

Probably came over
from China around 1989.

- Sorry, that's before my time.

You should ask around.

Someone might know him.

You speak Mandarin.
- No.

- Cantonese.
- Eh eh.

- Oh well, good luck.

- I know Wang Chung, Wang Tow.

[speaking in a foreign language]

They came in,
oh I don't know, 2006.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Do you know who this man is?

[laughing]

- Excuse me,
do you speak English?

- Yes.
- Can I show you a picture?

How you ever,
do you know who that is?

[gentle music]

[bottles rattling]

[lid popping and rattling]

[coughing]

- Hey Zhang Lin, how you doing?

- Hey, my brother said you
haven't called Benny yet?

You remember, my nephew,
he moved to New York.

- Oh shit, I'm so sorry man.

I'll do it today.

I've been kind of busy.

We, we're looking for him.

- Who?
- Wang Pengfei.

- What are you going to
do when you find him Lee,

put him on the cover
of Time Magazine,

Person of the Year.

- 30 years ago,
you and Liuli sat

in that square with a
thousand other people

and it's forgotten,
it's completely erased

from the history books.

[fridge rattling]

Do you want people
to remember it?

Do you not want people
to remember her?

- Just call Benny.

[choking]

[laughing]

- So, Benny, you're at Harvard?

- I graduated last summer.

I work for the Koch brothers
now, you heard of them?

- Uh huh.
- Yeah, I know,

they're like the devil but they
helped me get a green card.

It's just data analysis.

So how do you know Zhang Lin?

- Er,
I spent sometime in Beijing

after Tienanmen I was trying
to track down the tank man.

- Oh right the dude with the,
with the bags, right.

- Yeah, the dude with the bags.
[laughing]

- Yeah, that was crazy.

But you know there was
like a whole protest

before that, right?

- Yeah, yeah, I was there.

I saw the hunger strike,
all of it.

What?

- They weren't hunger striking.

- Well,
there were people fainting.

I have pictures.

- Sure you do.

That was the point.

Catch fainting,
it's a better story.

But people were coming home,
having dinner,

coming back, sneaking food.

Come one, you think
Nixon invented fake news.

We're the fucking masters
of that shit, man.

Ah, let me get this.

- No, no.
- You enjoy your greenbacks

while you can, dude,
I'll gonna be one soon.

We're coming for ya, pictures!
[mouth exploding]

it's a joke, satire.

I'm in this improv group.
- Actually,

can I ask you a favour?

It's about Tienanmen.
- Sure.

[choking]

[gasping]

[electronic zipping]

My phone's being weird.

I think someone's
turning on my microphone.

- You think you're that
interesting do you?

They won't bother you if you're
not doing anything wrong.

[phone jingling]

- I really appreciate this.
- No worries, man.

[pensive music]

[keys clicking]

Is it always this empty in here?

- Yeah.

They're doing some cost cutting.

- Right.

- Hannah, hey,
this is my friend, Benny.

Benny, this is Hannah.

She's gonna show you
how the archive works.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Let's get this
keyboard set up here.

With Chinese characters.

- I know where
you're coming from.

We've been working,
and obviously need more time.

[voices fading]

- Ad revenues around 8%.

Steve told me he heard
they're meeting with Murdoch.

- Okay.

So the name is Wang Pengfei.

But we're also
looking for references

to the unknown hero tank man,
June 4th maybe.

- Right.
- Er, we've already done

the search through
the western media

but we need to do the same
for the Chinese press,

and my Mandarin is kind
of basic so. [laughing]

You mind?

I'll pay you.
- No, man,

[slapping]
happy to help.

- [Hannah] Okay,
let's get you logged in.

- Thanks.

[mouse clicking]

Shit.

Hey, Lee come see this.

So that says,
in memory of the mothers

who lost on six four.

Six four's June 4th.

- That was Tienanmen.

So.
- So that's insane.

This is the China Weekly Herald.

There's no way that
that should've gotten

through the censors.

Oh wait, this is better.

- Hang on a sec.

Mel!

What's it say?

- A message to Wang Pengfei.

The unknown hero of The Square.

We remember.

- I'm afraid he's gonna
want more than that.

- My dad has friends
at that newspaper.

- We've gotta find out
who placed that ad.

- [Donald] We will
build a great wall

along the southern border.

[phone tinkling]

- Hey girl, did you see it?

Did you love it?

I wanna get it lilac.

- [Donald] Anyone
who is entering

the United States illegally,

is subject to deportation.
[cooing and laughing]

That is what it
means to have walls

and to have a country.
[baby cooing]

[horns blaring]
[exciting music]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[horns honking]

[shouting]

[horns honking]

[bell tinkering]
- Careful!

Oh Ooh!
- Argh!

[car breaking]
- Fucking asshole!

Look where you're going!

- Dude are you okay?
[horns honking]

Do you want me to call
the cops on that guy?

- No, no no.

No police, no police.

[elevator whooshing]

[elevator clanking]

[traffic rumbling]

[people chattering]

- So what've you got?
- June of last year,

a woman makes a long
distance call to China

from Manhattan,
places two personal ads

in China Weekly Herald:

mothers who lost on six four.

The girl on the
desk takes a copy.

The woman pays by credit card.

Er, a middle-aged Chinese
guy yells go to print.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Wait, she didn't censor it?

- No, the girl wasn't even born

when Tienanmen happen.

It's been completely erased
from the history books.

- So when some lady
calls with a bunch

of messages about one
of the worst atrocities

in her country's history,
the girl doesn't think anything

but how long 'til lunch.

- Didn't the party pick it up?

- Sure, editor gets fired,
the girl gets fired,

can't get a reference,
doesn't even know

what she's done wrong.

So,
when a friend of a friend says,

I can get you to New York.

- Well, great,
but she has no qualifications,

no work permit, ends up in
the garment district sleeping

in the dressing room of
a fucking strip club.

- So what are you waiting for?

Lee.

You can't keep coming
back to the office.

If Lou sees ya.
- She won't see me.

- No, I know won't 'cause
you won't be there.

Are we
[speaking in a foreign language]

[slow music]

[whistling and laughing]

- I only have like five minute.

They don't like guest back here.

- We only want a
minute of your time.

- You're from newspaper?

- Yeah.
- So I can get that job?

'Cause I used to work for
Chinese newspaper you know.

- Yeah, we're sorry to hear
about what happened there.

- Mary?

Jessie, two minutes.

- Listen, Mary, we know
this is kind of a long shot,

but you don't happen
to remember the name

of the woman who placed
the advertisement do you?

- It was the woman who ruined
my life, yeah, I remember.

Feng Meihui.

I have my notebook still.

We can check.

- Feng Meihui, do you
think that's her real name?

- Unless she use
fake credit card.

You look for her yeah.

You find her, tell her
thanks for nothing right.

Mary Chan say fuck you.

- This is a one-time thing,
okay.

[banging]

[radio chattering]

[keyboard clicking]

Okay,
so we have three Feng Meihuis

on record in Manhattan.

One, she died last year,
second's in Penn State.

Nice lady.

Attacked a real estate
agent with a fire iron.

Last one lives in
Chinatown on Mott Street.

Clean record except
for a speeding ticket

up in Maine in 2002.

It's a fish stall,
Feng's Seafood Market.

But listen, if I get a report

of a Chinese business
woman being harassed

by a prick with a camera,
I will find you

and throw away the key.

- Remind me why we broke up?

- 'Cause you were cheating
on me with Chechnya.

[somber music]

- No photo!
- Sorry.

- You got the money?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah.

Here you go.

- So, we wanted to speak
with you about two ads

that you placed with the
China Weekly Herald last year.

The first one,
mothers of six four.

I'm sorry to ask this
but did you lose someone?

In Tienanmen?

- Twins.

Very small.

Babies.

In the apartment,
bullet come through the window

into the kitchen, into the crib.

When I have twins I think
I am so lucky, right.

I beat the one-child policy.

Yeah, they get you in the end.

- The second ad,
the unknown hero.

- I don't know
nothing about that.

I do it for someone else.

He don't have a credit card.

- Could you tell us his name?

- Oh.

Er, maybe erm, could this help?

[money slapping]

- He call himself Jimmy Wang.

You don't hassle him, okay.

- Is it possible
that his Chinese name

might be Wang Pengfei?

- I don't know.

- Do you know who
that person is?

- Yeah, he's famous!

- Did you bring him to New York.

- No.
- Okay, but the ad

that you place for Jimmy Wang,
was that a favour?

Like, like [speaking
in a foreign language]

- Not [speaking in a foreign
language] just money.

- So how do you know him?

- I help him come,
into the country.

- And when was this?
- October, 1989.

- Where is he now?

- He work restaurant,
then some flower shop.

- Which flower shop?

- Glorious City, Flushing.

- Thank-you, thank-you.

- Here.

[paper and plastic rustling]

Pollock, similar to cod.

[speaking in a foreign language]

[ominous music]

[horn honking]

[bell jingling]

- Hi there.
- Hi.

- Hi.

- Oh what a beautiful shop.

What are those?

Are they dahlias?

Chrysanthemums.
- Ah, my mom loved those.

I never can remember the name.

[shutter clicking]
I'm Mel Kincaid.

I'm a reporter.

And this is Lee Berger.

I don't know if you
can help us out.

We're looking for
someone called Jimmy Wang

or Wang Pengfei.

- Sorry.
- No one by that name

working here?

Maybe, maybe worked here
sometime in the past?

- Nope, I can't help you.

- There are apartments upstairs,
right,

I saw the AC units outside.

- No he doesn't live there.

- We're not cops.
- He knows that, Lee.

Okay, well thank-you
so much for your time.

I'm just gonna leave
my card here okay,

and if you think of anything,

you can just call that
number right there.

- Can I just show
you something here.

I promise we're not cops.

[bell tinkling]

Have you ever seen
this photo before?

Do you know who that man is?

Erm, I don't know this man.

Excuse me.
- Okay.

Well,
thanks so much for your time.

[shutter clicking]
[bell tinkling]

Lee, come on!

- You want to buy something?

- Oh, yeah yeah, okay.

Erm, sure I'll take some
of those sunflowers.

[television speaking
in a foreign language]

[phone jingles]

[people chattering]

- Hey Zhang Lin.
- What's wrong with you?

You don't put those
words in an email to me.

- Wait, wait,
what're you talking about?

- You think an email like that

from an American journalist
gets past the censors?

- Oh shit.

I'm such a fucking moron.

I'm sorry, are you okay?

- No!

I kissed Joy.
- What, who?

- What, who, why?

Do you ever stop being a
journalist for one minute.

My nextdoor neighbor's daughter.

It was awful, I have to move.

- Why, what did she say?

- Nothing, I don't know,
I ran away.

- It's okay,
it's been awhile, right.

I'm sure it wasn't that bad,

just give her a
call and apologize.

- Yeah.

Okay, bye.

- Hey Zhang Lin, I'm sorry,
did you get a chance

to look at that picture
that I just sent?

- Yeah.

I don't know that guy.

[lock clicking]

[ominous music]

- The Glorious City Flower
Shop owned since '92

by Mr. Lum, lives in Shanghai.

One employee.

Same the past 20 years
for the looks of things.

I got the social
security number.

Definitely undocumented.

- And how do you know?

- I don't but he don't look like

a 100 year old
black woman to me.

Call it female intuition.

[laughing]

- So he's been paying taxes on

a stolen social security
number since 1989.

That doesn't make any sense.

- It's not unusual.

Undocumented immigrants
pay millions in taxes.

They think if they ever get
caught it'll look good for them.

I did a whole series on this!

Do you actually ever
read any of my work?

Lum, Shanghai, I'm calling him.

[coughing]

Hi, this is Mel Kincaid,
I'm a reporter.

Do you speak English sir?

Oh great, erm,
I have some questions

about your employee
Wang Pengfei,

or Jimmy Wang,
he runs your store.

- [Lum] I can't speak
anything about that.

Please do not contact me again.

[phone clicking]

- Don't get excited.

It could be he just doesn't want

to have immigration on his ass.

Your refrigerator
is a cry for help.

- Aah, I know it's broken,
it's the coils or something.

- I'll go back to the
flower shop tomorrow

and try again.

[pensive music]

[camera beeping]

- Do you know who Maria Meng is?

- Yeah.

You do know she's not
Maria Meng anymore.

She married a dentist.

She is Senator Dubecky

- You know her?
- Why?

- Well, she's done a
ton of advocacy work

for the Chinese community,
maybe she could help us out.

[coughing]

[shutters clicking]

- Our votes don't go
straight to the candidates,

you see, so on election
day we elect the electors

who then elect the president.

You got it?

And so that's how
electoral colleges work.

- Thank-you Senator.

- You're welcome.

This has been my favourite
interview ever. [laughs]

You guys better watch out huh.

[journalists laugh]

Thank-you Tyler, that was great.

Thank-you so much,
we'll see you next time.

Excuse me.

- Maria.
- Mel.

Good to see ya.

- So that is a great
looking pantsuit Senator,

you been raiding
Hilary's closet again?

- I know, I know, it's awful.

It's just Mondays I let my
daughter pick my outfits.

She's nine she's
got terrible taste.

Where are my manners.

This is my legislative
assistant, Dave.

- David, David Barker.

- David,
we just want to say good luck.

- Luck, honey,
it'll be over by Ohio.

Excuse me.
- Oh wait just one second

before you, erm,
we're working on a story

and we're trying to
track down a source.

He's Chinese, and we think
he might be undocumented.

- Hum, you do realize we're
pretty busy here trying

to get a woman in the
White House right?

- He works at the Glorious
City Flower Store,

his name's Wang
Pengfei or Jimmy Wang.

Do you know him?

- Because we all know
each other, right?

You'll have to excuse me.

I need the bathroom.

These Spanx are
cutting me in half.

Nice seeing you guys.

Vote, vote, vote.

[somber music]

- You know I slept
in this square

for a month when I was 22,
right over there.

- You were on the street?

- No, god no.

Vietnam.

There were about 500 of us here.

The stink,
that's what I remember.

I wore the same pair of
jeans for a straight month.

- You protested? [laughing]

- You know that is
not the big surprise.

The big surprise is,
I used to wear jeans.

- Sorry.

School carpool, carnage.

Don't ask.

So what's going on?

- I need you to drop the story.

- What?

- There's some stuff
going on upstairs,

it's not a good time.

- Is it Murdoch?
- No, no no.

The parent company's in trouble.

They're seeking
investment capital

and they're seeking
it from the only place

in the world there
is any right now.

- China!
- They're not saying kill it.

They're just saying cool
it 'til the ink is dry.

Maybe a year.
- A year?

No, no you can't do that.

We're onto something here.

And this is censorship.

- I don't think you can sum up

what this is in just one word.

- So you seriously wanna
work for a newspaper

with less transparency
than the People's Daily?

You're a guardian of
the free fucking press!

- You think this is vanity
publishing what I do?

This newspaper's some sort of
catalog of my favourite things?

Do I look like fucking Oprah?

Don't you dare stand
there and suffer at me.

You think I enjoy using
the word multi-platform?

That I like employing the
best writers in the country

then sticking a comment
section under their articles

speak, as god forbid,
an opinion should go unvoiced.

Assholes anonymous,
validating each other

in packs under my banner.

That's not democracy.

That's a national circle
jerk for imbeciles.

It's done.

I'm sorry.

Go on, you can hit me,

if it makes you feel better.

Right there.

[cup clatters]

You fucking liberals.

Too much spilled coffee
and not enough split lips.

- Ah you voted for Bill Clinton!

- Rubin!

- I say we go to
a different paper.

- And breach my contract.

I have a kid and a mortgage,
Lee.

- Do you think you'll
have trouble getting hired

after a story like this?

That guy in the flower shop,

it's either him or
he knows something.

- Sure.

But maybe Wang Pengfei
doesn't wanna be found,

did you ever think about that?

Guy's illegal, he's been
living in secret for 30 years.

Do you want to be the person

who shows his picture to the
Feds, the IRS, the party?

- So we help him get asylum.

He's a political refugee.

You know this is censorship
what you're endorsing.

- Hey,
I'm not endorsing anything.

- And for what?

To keep your union contract?

Go on churning out
your right-on columns

while the right wing
shits all over you?

- The right has always
been hostile to the press.

- I was sure,
but now they fucking loath us

and, of course they do
'cause Hillary's

out there calling the country
a basket of deplorables

and we line up to high five her

like there's no gray areas here.

- You know what, Lee,
you're a gray fucking area.

- I need a drink.

[phone ringing]

- [Tessa] You've
reached Tessa Kendrick.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

[beeping]
- Hi, this is,

this is Lee.

Erm, can you give me
a call back when you,

when you get this,
I just wanted to,

I'd like to apologize.

Okay, bye.

[somber music]
[toothbrush whizzing]

[spitting]

[dog barking]

[coughing]

- Joy!

Joy!

Joy!

- I'm really sorry
how I acted at dinner.

- Oh, no no no.
- No, no, no,

I, I was awful.

Do you wanna beer?

They're not cold.

- Nah.

Oh, sorry I'm dripping on,
on your floor.

- Oh, take it,
let me deal with that.

[dishes clattering]

- Do you do a lot of that then?

Protesting?
- Oh, no, not anymore.

Last time I almost got arrested.

So I was thinking
about your offer.

And I had a look through
my China archive.

You wanted a license
something right

for your, for the credit card?

- Oh, you changed your mind.
[laughs]

I thought I was like Eva
Braun for even asking you.

- Well, yeah,
but I've been thinking maybe

I was a little fast to,
you know,

'cause it's a credit card,

it's not agent
orange or anything

and also--
- You're broke?

- And also I'm broke, yeah.

[laughing]

- Actually we had to move on,
I'm sorry.

- Oh, oh.

Oh right, of course, obviously.

Was it a lot of money?

No don't tell me.

You sure you don't
want that beer?

- Alright.

[gentle music]

[bottles clinking]
Cheers.

Oh did you find him yet?

- My editor killed the story.

- So?

Aren't you fired already?

- Yeah.

Hey do you have any plans today?

[raining pattering]

Oh, no no no.

Where'd he go?

Oh Shit!

Let's go round the back.

Come with me.

[horns blaring]

[wood splinters]
- Agh!

- Oh my god, oh my god!

Go go go go go.

[metal clanking]

Lee, I don't like this.

[paper rustling]

Okay, on a scale of one to 10,

how illegal is this?

- Erm, 9 1/2.

Come here, come here.

Look over this stuff
and take pictures

of anything that
looks interesting.

I'm gonna go upstairs.

I'll be right back.
- Wa wa wa wait.

- I'll be right back.

[ominous music]

[pensive music]

- Lee.
[police sirens]

Lee, come on.

- That's him, it's the tank man.

It's him.

- Huh. [laughing]

- You okay.

[laughing]

[phone buzzing]

Frank.
- Did you send me a fish?

- It's pollock, similar to cod.

- Is this about the story?

There's shit all over my desk.

You remember who gave
me this desk, Lee?

- Henry Kissinger.
- Henry fucking Kissinger!

[giggling]

[creaking]

- Hello?
- Hello Lee.

I think you and I have
been having the same dream.

- Sorry, who is this?
- My name is Tong Wang Lei.

I'm a very important guy.

My friends tell me you are
looking for the tank man.

I think I can help you,
but I need to keep myself safe.

How do we do this?
- Mr. Tong

can I call you right back?

- No, Lee, I will call you.

Joy!

Joy!

[coughing and choking]
Joy!

[siren whirring]

[guns firing]
[people screaming]

[somber music]