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(foreboding music)

- The next stage on
our tour is Ayers Rock.

The most famous rock
formation in Australia,

if not the world.

1,140 feet high, six
and a half miles around,

its red coloration comes
from the iron oxide,

which is spread all over
places in the region.

(anticipatory music)

(anticipatory music)

(scuffling)
(screaming)

(screaming)

(scuffling)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

(gun fires)

- Ah gee, gimme a break!

(groaning)
(scuffling)

(car exploding)

- [Man In Red Shirt] Heroin?

- Well it's not sherbet.

Welcome to Australia, Mr. Chan.

I'm Taylor, Federal Narcotics
Bureau.

And you're wanted in
Hong Kong for robbery,

drug peddling, and murder.

Oh yeah we've been expecting
you.

So do yourself a favor and
answer a few questions.

Who sent you, who do you work
for?

You're no use to them now.

- Yeah and I love you too.

Now what are their names?

No speakity English huh, okay.

We'll get someone down from Hong
Kong who

can speak to you, I'm sure you
two will really hit it off.

(anticipatory music)

(gun fires)

- Shit.

Where am I?

- You have landed safely?

- Yeah I'm all right, what is
this place?

Army Headquarters?

(speaking foreign language)

Hey just a bloody minute.

- Your name please?

- Where are they taking that?

- Your name.

- Caroline Thorne.

Look the bloke who owns that
thing

isn't gonna like it when he
finds--

- Where are you staying
in Hong Kong, Ms. Thorne?

- The Hong Kong Hotel.

You can't just--

- We can Ms. Thorne.

I'm Inspector Fang Sing Leng,
of Hong Kong Special Branch.

- How do you do, Inspector?

- You have broken airspace
regulations.

There may be charges, your
kite will be confiscated

until your case is heard.

- I told you, it's not my kite.

- But we will let you have
the charges.

- Listen, I work for a newspaper
in Sydney

and I'm doing a story about
kite-flying.

- Are you Australian?

- Yes, does that mean
you'll drop the charges?

- Haha, relations
between our two countries

are not quite so good as that.

You will come with me, Ms.
Thorne.

- Are you gonna give me the
third degree?

You're famous for that here
aren't you?

- I'm going to escort
you back to your hotel.

- Well in an unmarked car
I hope, I don't want people

thinking I mix with policemen.

(calming music)

- [Fang] What do you think
of Hong Kong, Ms. Thorne?

- Uh, beautiful, squalid,
exhilarating and frightening.

All the traditional
contradictions of the East

in one city, at least that's
what I'll write in my column.

For instance you had
the best wind lifts for

kite-flying I've ever come
across.

And yet at the same time,
the air in Kowloon is

one of the worst pollution
records in the world.

- Do all Australian
journalists travel by kite?

- Do all Chinese policemen drive
Mercedes?

- Only Special Branch.

- And what's so special
about the Special Branch?

- Permit me to show you.

(romantic music)

- Can I have my kite back now?

I do have to be in Sydney by the
weekend.

- Certainly, I will arrange it.

- Wow, you're full of surprises.

- So are you Caroline.

- You're my first Chinese.

- Will you review me in your
column?

(laughing)

- Ah tell me Inspector do you
often take white girls to bed?

- Only on Tuesdays and
Thursdays.

- Do I have to make a
reservation?

- We will meet again
when I come to Sydney.

- When's that gonna be?

- Soon, there's a man I have to
find,

a dealer in narcotics.

- I see, a man's gotta
do what a man's gotta do.

- You're right Caroline, a man's
gotta do,

what a man's got to do.

(upbeat music)

(relaxing music)

- G'day.

- Fancy seeing you here.

- You weren't planning to
keep him to yourself were you?

What's his name?

- Fang Sing Leng, Inspector,
Hong Kong Special Branch.

- Inspector?

That's a lotta muscle for a
routine extradition isn't it?

- Well what did you expect,
a bloody traffic cop?

- I wouldn't want him
rocking the boat man,

I mean if Wilton doesn't
find out how close we are,

we could crack this anytime.

- Ah don't worry mate,
extraditions are copper's perks.

It's funny because it's
the holiday for him.

- Inspector Taylor.

- Inspector Fang Sing Leng?

Good to see you.

- You too.

- Bob Taylor.

- Morrie Grosse.

- Sergeant Grosse is with
our Narcotics Bureau.

- Boom boom.

-Ah, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Fancy a cup of tea?

- Well, okay.

- Good, there's a little cafe we
have.

It doesn't do a bad job,
considering.

While you're here we'd
like you to enjoy yourself.

Do you have any vices?

- I like to gamble, now and
then.

I go to Macau, it's legal there.

- Well it's not here.

But there's three places
you could go to downtown.

Wouldn't know the names of
course.

- And you can't get in
for the politicians.

- Win Chan, has he told you
anything yet?

- No.

- He's a very important man.

The top courier, he must
have the information.

He must have the information
about the man I want.

- About the man we all want old
mate.

- We're a new squad, working on
our own.

It's gonna take a while to get
him.

But we're working on it.

- Our way.

- Right.

- Hey, visitor for you!

- [Bob] Stand up, up!

- He said stand up.

- Let me talk to him alone.

- No man.

- Why not, I feel like a beer.

- Just a minute mate.

- Would you believe two beers.

- Come on are you crazy, what's
happening?

(foreboding music)

Now look, don't worry, he's in
good hands.

- Hey, hey, hey!

(speaking foreign language)

Hey!

I don't mean to be rude
man, but no torture,

no thumbscrews, this is
Australia,

we're not allowed to get
into that sort of thing mate.

- He's a Chinese, I'm
a Chinese, don't worry.

- Hey, hey you find out
anything, you'll let me know huh?

- What are you trying to do
man, let him get an edge?

- Come on, maybe he can help us.

- Our case, our case remember.

- Okay, maybe he can find
us something we wanna know.

- Something he wants to know.

(scuffling)

- Ever heard of the water
torture mate?

- Come off it, he's only got 10
minutes.

- Oh they've got a million
subtle methods of torture

these Chinese.

(scuffling)

- He gets evidence, he gives it
to us.

- If he gets anything from
Win Chan he'll use it himself,

he'll go after the man,
get in my way, and screw up

the whole case, a solid
year building evidence.

Look if anybody's gonna make a
bust

on this case it's me, right?

- Right, so what possible harm
can he do?

(scuffling)
(groaning)

- Wilton.

- Wilton?

- That was the name he gave me.

- How are you doing Bob?

— He'll live.

- [Morrie] Okay for court
tomorrow?

- We'll patch him together
somehow.

- Right, what did you use on him
man?

- I just defended myself.

- God help us if the judge finds
out.

- Right.

- This man, Wilton, who is he?

- Forget Wilton, we'll handle
it.

- Where is he, here in Sydney?

- Here, there, everywhere.

Extradition papers, remember?

- Tell me about this Wilton,
please.

- Forget Wilton, Wilton's mine.

- It's Win Chan you came here
for.

- Look, just a little trip
to court tomorrow morning,

and extradition can go
ahead, and then you can both

be on your way back to Hong
Kong.

(anticipatory music)

You're a lucky man, I've always
wanted to see the East myself,

could never afford it, but
you, oh you get to travel

at the government's
expense, you're a lucky man.

(gun fires)

(screaming)

(gun fires)

Cover, cover, cover me,
just keep me covered,

can you see him?

- [Bob] Get rid off these
bloody cuffs will ya,

get the bastard off of me!

- [Voiceover] Thanks buddy.

- He's up there.

Key, key, where's the bloody
key!

(anticipatory music)

Let me do it, hurry!

-All right, all right!

Take it easy.

- Piss off you callous bastard!

- [Morrie] Coming, got him.

- Right, come on!

(police siren wailing)

(car horn honking)

(engine revving)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

(screaming)
(scuffling)

(screaming)

(scuffling)
(rumbling)

(rumbling)
(screaming)

- Thank God for that, thought
you were never stopping.

- Where the hell has he gone to?

- Probably gone to lunch.

(scuffling)
(screaming)

(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

Don't worry about what he
might've said,

don't worry about gathering
evidence, oh no man,

just pow!

- The Body Shop, a night
club, do you know it?

- One of Wilton's places.

- That was one of Wilton's
men, a bouncer, nobody.

- A master of kung fu.

He used his art for an evil
purpose, but he fought well.

I would like to meet the
man who employed him,

this uh, Wilton?

- Oh I'll phone him up and
make an appointment for you.

- Yeah ring him up Morrie.

Hey do you know who this Wilton
is?

- No, but as I said,
yesterday, I would like to.

(ominous music)

- Grantley was one of my best
men.

And he didn't make it.

So let's see what you guys got
to offer.

(scuffling)
(grunting)

Hold it.

You, come on, up.

(scuffling)

Come on.

(scuffling)
(groaning)

Tell Peterson if that's
the best he can do,

he'd better put him on the
payroll.

Ready for the next round?

- Prostitution,
gunrunning, dope smuggling.

You name it, he's in it.

Wilton is Mr. Big in this
town, and carries a lot of

political muscle.

— Fact, this state, is as wide
open as

Mother Hubbard's proverbial
cupboard.

-And Federal Narcs get as much
joy as 1,000 starving kids.

- Fact, Wilton's legit
business is import/export.

But he's got his finger up
everything.

This beautiful city, of
which Bob is so justly proud.

- Has hoisted up her skirt
so that the big time boys

from the big crime syndicates
have her.

- This whole city, belongs to
Wilton

and she doesn't mind a bit.

- But we'll go and see him
anyway, huh?

(foreboding music)

Wilton's business offices
are on the 16th floor.

His modest little home's on the
17th.

- He likes his coppers clean and
tidy,

so I'll leave it to you.

(foreboding music)

- Inspector Taylor.

- How are you Mr. Willard?

- Rarely better.

- This is Inspector Fang
Sing Leng from Hong Kong.

- Special Branch.

- [Bob] We'd like to see Wilton.

- Oh, oh what a pity.

I'm afraid he's out to
lunch, we're not expecting

him back today, perhaps you'd
care to make an appointment

sometime next week we're
really terribly busy.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Ah yes.

Yes, yes it's Willard.

There are some gentlemen
from the police here.

Yes, that might be rather a wise
move.

- Hey!
(scuffling)

Hey, hold on!

- Security.

- Cool it for Christ's
sake, we haven't got

a search warrant remember?

- Where's Wilton?

- Up there, in his penthouse,
I've been there once,

and that was when he
offered me a brand new

Alfa Romeo to stop ringing his
doorbell,

no witness of course.

- May I ask exactly what it
is that you are doing here?

-Ah, Mr. Willard, earlier
today when I was escorting

a man to court, he was 3333--

- Yes, yes we know all about
that.

A member of the
commissioner's staff phoned

and gave us all the details.

- Now why would he do that?

- Well it seems that a
former employee of one of

our companies was involved.

- Former employee?

- He was dismissed a week ago.

- Why was that?

- We like to bounce our
customers, not to break them.

I understand the gunman is dead.

How did that happen.

— I killed him.

- Really, well in that
case, you deserve a cigar.

(groaning)

- Thank you, I don't smoke.

(brakes screeching)

- Fill it up.

- All right, cool it.

— Oh shut up Bob, hey, enough's
enough!

Extradite Win Chan, that's
what you came here to do,

but everywhere you go you
just commit mayhem man.

Look, I'll tell you what I'll
do,

I'll give you my list of
contacts, I'll give you

every name I painstakingly
bloody gathered over

the past two years, and
you can do the lot of them.

This is Australia mate,
not 55 Days at Peking.

- Hey, don't give me any shit.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry.

There's a plane going to Hong
Kong at 10:30 tomorrow morning

we'll take you to the airport,
but leave Wilton to us.

(foreboding music)

- Yeah it's Wilton, listen
there's a Chinese cop

in town, he's beginning to annoy
me.

Yeah, I think he should
meet with a slight accident.

Yeah, you know what I mean.

(foreboding music)

(door knocking)

(scuffling)
(knives clanging)

(mystical music)

(pigeon cooing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Who the hell is that?

- Ssshht Charles, who?

- This is Fang Sing Leng.

- Oh are you here in Sydney.

- I need your help Caroline.

- Hey come on.

- Well I can't assist
you right at the moment,

I'm occupied.

— [Fang] This afternoon?

- Well yes it might be fun.

- [Fang] Where can we meet?

- There's a place called
Stanwell Park.

- [Fang] How will I find you?

- Well you take the South
Coast Road out of Sydney,

ugh, you'll find me,
you know where to look.

(calming music)

- Hi Caroline, how are you?

- Very well.

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

Charles.

He's very good at it, he
can stay up for hours.

- [Fang] Wow.

I'm looking for a man,
Wilton, Jack Wilton.

- [Caroline] Wilton, what on
earth for?

- [Fang] Do you know him?

- [Caroline] Everyone knows
him, why do you want him?

- [Fang] I want to meet him
socially, can you arrange it?

- [Caroline] I suppose I
could, do you know what he is?

- [Fang] He is the man whom I
told you about in Hong Kong.

- [Caroline] I don't know
whether I wanna get involved.

- In my country,
Caroline, we have a sport.

We take the giant praying
mantis, put him in

the wooden cage, and make
him fight for his life

with his own kind.

I thought you would enjoy such a
sport.

- You and Jack Wilton in a
wooden cage?

He's a very dangerous man.

(anticipatory music)

(bow fires)

(gasping)

(applauding)

(upbeat music)

Well, what have we here today?

A dozen cut-glass dollies
with plastic smiles

and cash register eyes?

A grace of plump account
executives.

Three very fashionable
solicitors.

Two actors who've fallen well.

And assorted trendies.

Wilton should be here somewhere.

Oh that's him, over there.

- Hello Caroline, what
a pleasant surprise.

You must be our visitor from
Hong Kong.

Fang isn't it?

- Inspector Fang Sing Leng, of
the Hong Kong Special Branch.

- Oh Inspector, of
course, I should've known.

All your officers have to
learn English don't they?

I believe you called
at my office yesterday.

I'm sorry I missed you.

- But, as you see, I've
managed to find you again.

- Or perhaps I've found you
Inspector.

As you can see, I've got nothing
to hide.

Nothing at all.

- A man, I came here to
extradite, was shot dead.

- And how does that concern me?

- You wanted him silenced.

-And as you can see he was.

(speaking foreign language)

My business takes me
to the east regularly.

I find the Chinese make the best
servants.

I understand your culture,
and your language Inspector.

And your martial arts,
especially those.

Hey listen everybody, I presume
you've all heard of kung fu?

Well it so happens we have a
well-known exponent of the art

here with us.

I was wondering if you'd
like to see an exhibition,

just a little one.

- [Crowd] Yeah, yeah!

- During which I may break your
back,

in front of all these people.

- I did not come here to play
games.

- I hope you know what you're
doing.

- I've never met a Chinese yet

that didn't have a yellow
streak.

So where would you like to
have this exhibition huh?

Over there, or over there?

(scuffling)
(gasping)

(glass shattering)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

(screaming)

- Stop!

For God's sake stop the both of
you.

- I'm sorry you have
to leave us, Mr. Fang.

But thank you for coming.

You've been very entertaining.

- Haha, I will see you again.

- What are you going to do now?

- More.

- Well count me out
darling, I think I'd like

to live a little longer.

(eerie, foreboding music)

- Hello, could you put me
through to

Mr. Wilton's office please?

Yes, yes, I'll wait.

I'd like to leave a message
from the Martial Arts Centre.

Right, tell Mr. Wilton the
consignment will be delivered

tomorrow, okay?

(metal clanging)

(scuffling)
(rumbling)

(glass shattering)

(scuffling)
(grunting and groaning)

(anticipatory music)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

Holy shit!

(glass shattering)

(chain rattling)

(scuffling and groaning)
(chain rattling)

(glass shattering)

(car horn honking)

(anticipatory music)

— GRE 052, come on.

- Those men just tried to kill
me.

- We must get him to a hospital.

(speaking foreign language)

- If we take him to a hospital
those men

can have him killed, he's a
good man, we must help him.

(car horn honking)

- [Blond Girl] Dad, Dad, Dad!

- Oh God what happened to him?

Get him on the table.

Take his jacket off.

What happened?

- We didn't finish class
till after midnight,

we were on our way back.

— He just came bursting
out through this door

and into the street, we nearly
hit him.

— He did what?

— Oh I know it sounds incredible,
two men were chasing him.

- Looks as though he's
been attacked with a knife

or something, a bloody
miracle he's still alive

if you ask me.

Oh, heart rate's unbelievably
slow.

But strong, steady.

Almost as though as he's
using his own willpower

to control his heartbeat and
respiration?

- What do you mean?

- Well to slow down the blood
loss, to counteract pain

and shock.

Now if you were a dog or a
horse I'd know what to do

with you, but I suppose
the principle's the same.

Do you think he's a criminal or
something,

do you think the police are
after him?

- Oh no it wasn't the
police who were chasing him,

he's a policeman himself, from
Hong Kong.

(police siren wailing)

- Look I told you before,
all I know is that there

was a disturbance here
earlier this morning.

- A disturbance?

- An intruder broke in
and set off the alarm.

My manager and some of the
pupils tried to apprehend him.

- Tried to apprehend him?

- With these?

- They fought back only in
self-defense.

- Six against one?

- Self-defense?

- Yeah.

- Hmm, okay Peterson, don't go
away,

we'll contact you later.

(calming piano music)

- [Blond Girl] Hi.

- Hello.

- You're looking much better.

- I'm feeling better.

- Here's some ginseng soup.

Be careful, it's hot.

- You're very kind.

Where am I?

- You're at my father's
house in the country,

you'll be safe here.

- Thank you, is your father
here, I would like to explain.

- Oh there's no need,
Mei-Ling's already explained.

- Mei-Ling?

- The girl in the bus last
night, she's an exchange

student from Singapore, she's
staying with us for a while.

- This is typical Chinese-style
soup.

Did she make this?

- No, I did.

(funky music)

(cat meowing)

(door knocking)

-All right I'm coming.

- [Morrie] G'day.

- What do you want?

- Caroline Thorne?

- [Caroline] Yes.

- I'd like to talk to you.

Oh, I am from the police.

Come on love, let us in.

- The Dog Squad I presume?

-Ah Federal Narcotics Bureau.

- Oh, well I suppose you'd
better come in.

Make yourself at home.

Would you like a cigarette?

Or do you grow your own?

- Uhm...

I'm looking for a friend of
yours.

- You mean we have mutual
friends?

- Fang Sing Leng, you
were at a party with him

over the weekend right?

- Oh Fang yes, he didn't
get along with some

of the other guests.

- Wilton was at the party right?

- Was he?

- Would you say that
he started the trouble?

- I wouldn't say
anything at all Sergeant.

- [Morrie] You were
there love, you saw it,

did Wilton set his heavies on
him?

- That has nothing to do with
me.

- After Fang left that
bash in your company,

he went on to another
affair where three men

were killed and somebody
had a go at him with an axe.

— Is he hurt?

- [Morrie] Yes.

- Well where is he?

- I'm asking you.

Look I want him out of here
before we have to mail him home,

parcel post.

This country's got a small
population

and he's getting through them
very fast.

(calming music)

- Hmm, it's so beautiful here.

- Yes.

- Do you have to go back?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because that's my job.

- Why is it so important to you?

- To understand that, you
would have to be a Chinese.

- Would you settle for plastic
surgery?

(laughing)

Okay I'll take you back
tomorrow.

Do you think you've
recovered enough for me

to make love to you?

- I think I could stand the
pain.

(laughing)

(romantic music)

- Hmm, this is nice.

- What did you expect,
acupuncture?

(laughing)

(moaning)

- What's being done?

- Well we found the number of
the bus,

and we've traced the registered
owner,

now we're trying to find
out whether or not--

- I'm not interested in trying
Willard, I want him found.

I want him stopped.

Jesus Christ our entire
operation seems to have

come to a halt just because
we've got Asian flu or whatever

his name is buzzing around
like some angry mosquito.

I want that lunatic stopped.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

(sad music)

(moves into anticipatory music)

(engines revving)

(upbeat guitar music)

(bomb exploding)
(screaming)

(car exploding)

(anticipatory music)

(car exploding)

(car horn honking)

(gun fires)

(anticipatory music)

(wood shattering)

(car exploding)

(screaming)

(anticipatory music)

(car horn honking)

(car horn honking)

(car engine rewing)

(wood shattering)

(metal clanging)

(anticipatory music)

(car exploding)
(screaming)

(phone ringing)

- Yes, what, he what?

But there were three of them,
all armed.

So where is he now?

That means he could be on his
way here.

Of course he could you
idiot, it's me he's after.

I want every man guarding the
approaches

to my apartment, I want
no calls and no visitors.

(foreboding music)

- Caroline, this is Fang Sing
Leng.

(anticipatory music)

(engine revving)

(police siren wailing)

- [Morrie] Never lost his touch,
has he?

- We don't know for sure if it
was Fang.

- Nah people just keep
dropping dead of fright

wherever he goes.

Talk about the bloody yellow
peril.

- So what do you reckon, back to
town?

- Nah, Wilton's place.

He'll be hanging around there
somewhere.

(powerful foreboding music)

(frantic upbeat music)

- Hey, you!

(gun fires)

(scuffling)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(glass shattering)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

(gun fires)

(alarm blaring)

- Someone's in Wilton's
apartment, get up there quick.

(scuffling and groaning)
(rumbling)

(wood splintering)

(scuffling and groaning)
(rumbling)

(fire sizzling)
(screaming)

(groaning)
(scuffling)

(blowtorch blasting)

(anticipatory music)

- In China we often settle
disputes over lunch,

I hope you will like what
I have prepared for you.

A 90 second fuse grenade.

I have set the timing device
for an appropriate period.

One sudden move, and the pin is
pulled,

and the countdown starts.

Then I will throw you in
the safe and shut the door.

You will write a full
confession and sign it.

If you do not confess, barn.

(police siren wailing)

Keep writing!

Hurry.

(police siren wailing)

(groaning)

(scuffling)

(muttering)

(police siren wailing)

Phew.

All the evidence we need
to prove what Wilton is.

Here.

A confession.

Heroin.

- You're a hard act to follow.

- Yeah what did you do for an
encore?

(bombs exploding)

(laughing)

(inspiring music)