All language subtitles for Serangoon Road s01e09 Episode 9.eng

If it gets out that
you destroyed a file

relating to a potential
communist sleeper agent,

your career will be over.

You want me to spy
on the CIA for you?

Frank, I've met someone.
I'm moving out.

Who is it, Claire?
Sam Callaghan.

You think that will last?

Ange Warnock. Pleased to meet you.
Yeah, g'day.

We have to talk.
Wannabe journalist. She's good.

I was around a lot of kids
growing up.

In Changi?
Yeah.

Sorry, I didn't mean to
bring that up.

BOY: No!
(Gunshot)

CLAIRE: I was supposed to meet Sam
but he hasn't come back yet.

Is he alright?

He won't be going anywhere
for a few hours.

It's not going to work.
You don't belong here.

Don't leave Frank.
You haven't told him yet, have you?

So you can still...
Yeah, of course.

MAN: You've got to try one of these.
GIRL: No way!

Eugh! It's a foot!
Try one. You've got to try.

It's good, it's good.
It's really good. Come on, come on.

You've gotta be adventurous.
No!

Come on, just try. Just taste just
a little bit. Come on. Be brave.

(Both laugh)

That is terrible.

(Laughs) I know.
That's why I gave it to you.

I wouldn't eat it.

You!
Ow!

(Both laugh)

It's the '60s, Robbo.

We can do whatever we want.

(Laughter)

(Grunts)

Ange.

(Telephone rings)

AMRAN: Two officers on patrol
found him wandering on the street

just outside the girl's apartment.

He had blood on him. Hers.

SAM: It's definitely
Angelica Warnock,

the bartender from the Duke.

She was a part-time journalist.

Yeah, she's been stabbed.
Anyone see anything?

He did it, Sam.

The only mystery -
why would he ask for you?

Oh, he's an old mate.

I'm charging your mate with murder.

ROBBO: Sam.

Bloody hell, Robbo. You alright?

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

(Chuckles)
Mate, no, I mean it.

Ange and me.

Great night.

Bugis Street.

Some food.
Were you drinking?

Well, just a little,
but I'm not much of a drinker.

Yeah.

And then I woke up
and she was laying there beside me.

She's a good girl, Sam.

I really liked her.

You liked her?

Well, yeah, it was heading that way.

(Sighs)
I can't even remember if we did it.

I don't know what I'm asking
you to do for me, Sam.

I'm not a killer.

(Camera clicks)

Got you, you prick.

Say hello to page one.

I had to ID that poor girl's body.

I should have said something.

Should have warned her.

So you saw them together?

He picked her up
at the pub last night.

I should...
If only I'd said something to her.

He just said that they'd been
seeing each other.

Yeah, fill her full of grog
and get her laid, that's...

I've known Robbo 20 years.
The guy's no killer.

What'd he say to you?
He doesn't remember.

Oh, well, that's priceless.

All I'm saying is

you really want to be sure about this
before you file it.

I've already filed it, mate.

This is the follow-up.

I will do everything in my power
to see that prick hang.

(Coughing)

Have you...

Have you seen my dad?

Have you seen my dad,
Major James Callaghan?

Major Callaghan,
do you know if he's here?

Have you seen my dad?

His name's James Callaghan.

Excuse me, have you seen my dad?

MAN: Who are you looking for, son?

I know him. Seen him before.
Not with girl, though.

They look good together.

He's a big guy, handsome.

Mm, but she's so little.

How they fit together?

Interesting.

You think she was happy? I mean...

Ah, what?
He wasn't forcing her, was he?

No, no, no, no.

(Chuckles) They are kissing.

Kissing?
Mm. Seem very happy.

Arms together, having good times.
(Laughs)

Which way did they go?

Um... Came from bar, go to bar.

Black Lotus?

Maybe.
Alright. Thanks, Aunty.

Hey, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam!

Maybe you and me can fit together,
one day, hmm?

Yeah. Maybe, yeah.

(Laughs)

(Jazzy music, chatter)

JOO EE: Angie? Sure, I know her.
SAM: Was she here last night?

She was here, with a big older guy.
Aussie, I think.

Were they drinking?
Maybe one.

And then they left.

Any idea which way they went?

I've seen her around here a lot.

She was a reporter, right?

Well, sort of, yeah.

She worked at the Duke
to pay the rent.

She wants to be a big-time reporter.
Times Magazine.

She thinks all this is exotic.

Like the backpackers.

Come off boat, find their way here.

Cockroaches and rats. Exotic.

It's not really the place for a white
girl to ask questions though, is it?

Most of the time, it's OK.

But when trouble happens,
it happens fast.

You think Ange was in trouble?

You stay here long enough,
trouble finds you eventually.

Hey, buy me another drink

and I'll help you find out
if trouble found Angie.

Lovely day, isn't it, Harrison?

Oh, no, no, no.
We don't do it like that.

We look at the seafood,
we select the fish of our choice.

Hey, look at that one.

Yum-yum. Mmm.

We talk about the cricket.

Well, not in your case.

Um... We're two gentlemen taking in
the exotic Asian surrounds.

Can we just get this
over and done with?

Well, therein lies the problem.

May I suggest
it's a philosophical problem?

(Thunder rumbles)

You've got to love what you do,
Harrison.

Either do something and embrace it,
or don't do it at all.

If you do something you hate,
it'll eat you up from the inside.

OK, thank you.
I'll, er, I'll keep that in mind.

Ah, Harrison?

There is one more little thing
you can do for me.

Vietnam.

Vietnam?

That's NSC-classified material.

If I were to get that information,

I'd have to break
into Wild Bill's office.

Well, a challenge
surely within your skill set.

Sharing intel on Singapore,
that's one thing.

But Vietnam?

Well, it's information
we're going to get anyway.

Wild Bill will probably tell me
by the end of the month.

Well, why don't you just ask him,
then?

Wild Bill is old-school.
You and me, we're the new wave.

We can get things done on the ground,
mano a mano,

without being tangled up in
bureaucracy.

You know,
you don't have to blackmail me.

You could just give me
the file on Su Ling

and I would do what you request
anyway.

Well, I could,

but sometimes people need to be
helped to do the right thing.

That NSC report, as soon as you can,
alright?

Ah, I'll take this one, please.

I know for a fact that Winston
was fearing for his life

before he was murdered.

So this was not a random robbery
like you said.

Is it possible for me
to take a look at the case notes?

Mrs Cheng.
I really do need to look at them.

I don't want you
to have missed anything.

Mrs Cheng, I'm sorry.
That's not the way we work.

What is the way you work?

My husband was murdered
on your streets.

Nothing has been done about it.

His killer is out there,
laughing, drinking, living his life

while Winston lies in his grave.

How do you suppose I sleep at night?

They can't leave the station.

Ah, Hock.

Winston Cheng's file.

Ah, Mrs Cheng.

I'm very sorry, but your husband's
file appears to be missing.

What does that mean?

KANG: Angie's apartment
is just here.

The door's locked.

No, don't even think about it, man.

You always underestimate me.

No, I overestimate you.

I think you will do something
smarter, and quieter.

Safer!

Come on.

(Gasps)

(Grunting)
(Clatter)

(Men grunt)
(Clatter)

Whoa!

Relax, OK? Just relax.

(Man grunts)
Ow!

Why didn't you stop him?

What do you think I was doing?
(Groans)

Don't worry.
I see him again, I'll know him.

Yeah?
Yeah.

What was he looking for, anyway?

Hey! Hey, hold it, lah! Hey!

(Groans)

Hey.

(Speaks local language)

What is all that?

They look like
surveillance photos.

It's a list of names and numbers.

Must be something she was working on.

Hey.

Whatever that guy was looking for,
it's definitely not money.

He was definitely looking for
something.

(Sniffs) Kang.

Hmm?

(Sniffs)

It's hash.

(Typing)

Macca.

Not now, Sam.

I've really got to get this filed.

What was she writing, Macca?

She had photos, names and numbers
everywhere.

I never saw a story.

No, she gave it to me.
Rough draft, anyway.

What was it?

She was obsessed
with the Secret Societies.

Wanted to track the movement
of drugs through Singapore.

I told her it was a dead-end story.

Hard to prove, no-one to talk to,
and to let it go.

Did she?

Sam, this has got nothing to do
with your mate stabbing her.

The drug story is irrelevant.

Then why was she hiding
a trafficable amount of hash

in her apartment?

Ange would never touch drugs.
She hated them.

All she ever wanted
was to be a journo.

So you ask your mate
how that hash got into her place.

Oh, come on.
Go on.

I'll give you ten to one it's his.

And I'll give you five to one
that he lies about it.

And I'll give you even money
that you'll believe him anyway.

Yeah, whatever.

No, absolutely not.

So you never moved hash
in and out of Singapore?

Swear to me
you're not involved in drugs.

I swear. Never.

'Cause I'm looking at a reporter

investigating the drug trade
on the docks,

hanging out with a guy
who works on freighters.

It all adds up, doesn't it?

Well, she asked me questions
about it, sure.

I mean, that's how we met.

She's down there talking
to sailors and dockies.

Those blokes don't talk,
even if they're not moving stuff.

Hmm.

Sam, I can understand
if you wanna give up.

Tell me you didn't do this.

I didn't do this.

But you can't remember.

No.

Maybe there's something in here,
some kind of contact.

I mean, she's digging
into the drug trade.

Maybe she got further
than Macca thought.

You're saying she was following
a story, got too close,

and someone she was investigating
killed her.

And this person
sneaked into her room,

past your friend who was sleeping
next to her, stabbed her to death

and your friend didn't wake up?

And what about the drugs?

Maybe it was
part of the investigation.

Maybe she bought some.
That much?

Is it possible
you got it wrong about your friend?

Everyone thinks he did it.

You're back! Here, did you tell him?

(Telephone rings)
Not yet.

About Uncle Winston.
The missing case file.

What's this about Winston?

Yes, of course. I'll tell him.

The Australian High Commissioner
wants to see you.

Well, you go. I'll tell you later.

They're taking all day,
so as long as we...

Lady Tuckworth.
Oh.

Mrs Simpson?

Mr Callaghan.

I'm just staying here
for a few days.

Yes, just company
while her husband's away.

Heading off?

Yes, we're just going
to get some tickets.

Tickets?

Yes, Claire's mother's
been taken ill

and she's just going to spend
a little time in Sydney.

Your mother? I was sure she died.

No, you must be mistaken.

I believe my husband's waiting
for you.

It's lovely to see you,
Mr Callaghan.

Yes.

Now, you're a mate
of this Australian stringer,

Bruce Macdonald?

Ah, Macca, that's right.
Yeah, right.

I need you to tell him
to pull his head in

over this murdered girl story.

Canberra's trying to be a little bit
sensitive to the black issue.

There's a referendum in the air.
Mm.

So now is not the time to have

this particular piece of excrement
hitting the fan.

Well, he's more likely
to listen to you than me.

Look, I'm not asking him
not to write the story, you know,

just tone it down a bit.

The bloke's obviously
as guilty as sin.

Sir, I don't think he is.

I've been investigating the situation
and I don't think he killed her.

Really?

(Chuckles) Well, you're a detective

and far be it for me
to tell you how to suck eggs,

but, er, what about the evidence,
hmm?

Abo.

Booze.

Woman, dead.

Robert Collier's
a decorated war hero.

Really?

He signed up in '39.

WO2, 2nd AIF.

He served with distinction.
Medals for bravery and service.

Right.

Oh, Jesus.

'Aboriginal War Hero Framed'.

That's the last headline
I want to see.

Well, if you can get him out,
I can find out what really happened.

(Telephone rings)

WILD BILL: Harrison.

What are you doing?

I was just making sure that I had
copies of those files you wanted.

Oh, good for you.
I'll look at 'em right now.

OK.

(Telephone rings)

Actually, I'd better get this.
I'll catch up with you later.

(Telephone rings)
(Door closes)

Thanks, Sam, you're a champion.
It's only bail.

Got a lot of work
before your committal hearing.

Any comment on getting away
with murder because the Australian Government's...

Macca!
..is too busy pandering...

Take him back to my place.
..to see justice done?

Shut up! What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?
He's the killer!

That man is a soldier.

He's done a lot more for his country
than you ever will.

(Chuckles) Oh, don't tell me.

What, is this some bloody Changi
thing you two got going on, is it?

What?
You wear that camp like a badge.

And a soldier?
That was 20 years ago.

Don't start, Macca.

What's he running away from
in Australia, huh?

Will I find a warrant out for him
back home?

Do you know what he found
when he went back?

Kids had been taken,
his wife was gone

and the bank had taken their house.

Five years he served his country.
The army won't even pay him.

Any sort of reporter
would write that story.

Two coffees.

Sounds like a man that might be
a bit shitty with authority.

Might find the drug trade
a better way to go.

She was investigating
Secret Societies.

She's asking questions
down on the docks.

Maybe she was killed by a gangster.
Keep telling yourself that.

She told you what she was doing,
didn't she?

You never stopped her. You never
warned her. You even read her story?

No? You couldn't be bothered.
Nah, come on, she was just a kid.

A barmaid. What, she's gonna
suddenly write a Pulitzer piece?

That's not the point.
Maybe she was onto something.

Maybe that's what's got her killed.
Alright. Alright!

Alright, I'll read it.

Are you prepared
for what I might find?

He lives here.

Oi!
(Kang speaks local language)

No, no, no.
You no go up. No killer.

This is Sam's friend, Robbo.

Ah, Robert Collier.

Sam said to park him at his place.
You must be Patricia.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I really have to go.
Gotta pick Sam up.

(Both speak local language)

Oh, you can go now. It's alright.

I won't nick anything.

Not that there's much to nick.

Well, I trust Sam,
and Sam trusts you.

But you don't trust me.

How is he?

Is he alright?

I mean, has he got... friends?

How do you know him, Mr Collier?

I helped him out
a long, long time ago.

Who are you looking for, son?

Major James Callaghan, sir.

2nd AIF.

I'm sorry, son.
Your father's not here.

Went out with a work party,
two months ago.

He never came back.

OK, then.

Wait! Where are you going?

Dad said, anything goes wrong,
meet at the house.

He's not there.

He never came back.

He's not ever coming back.

He'll be at the house!

(Laughter)

GIRL: Whoa!
(Girls laugh)

Hey, Kang.

Look at them.

(Women laugh)
Two drinks.

Sorry!
(Clatter)

Pretty strong drinks. So what?

Not that strong. He's good.

I've been looking at him.

I think he's putting something
in their drinks.

Was he around the night
Robbo and Ange were here?

I can't swear it, but...

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Ow!
Huh?

Hey!

Hey, OK, you got it wrong, OK?

You got it wrong.
Yeah?

They're my friends.
I'm just trying to help them.

Help them out?
Something wrong.

Help anyone else out Tuesday night?
A black guy and a white girl?

What? No!
You helped her into an early grave.

That girl died.
What?

You carry a knife?
What?

Not gonna ask you again.
No! OK, it wasn't me.

You got the wrong guy, OK?

You spiked their drinks, didn't you?
Yeah, yeah.

You followed them out.
Were they like that?

No, no, no.
OK, I didn't get that far, right?

They bump into someone
and there was a big argument.

Who was that?
I don't know. Tough guy.

You know, not happy-looking face.

I don't know who the hell he is,
right, but I didn't stay too long.

I just go back to my bar.
That's all. Right?

Well, now you're going to jail.

Aunty!

Ah, no. Excu...

Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you,

but there's nothing much
to do over at Sam's place,

so I thought I'd come over
and see if there's anything I can do.

So is he the one?

Doesn't look like it.

Amran said he's done
this kind of thing before.

But he's got no form for murder.

Well, at least the drink spiking

explains why your friend
can't remember anything.

Doesn't mean he didn't kill her.

He's drunk, wants sex.

She say no.

Well, sometimes drugs
makes you crazy.

Hey, shh!

So, anyway, who do you think that
tough guy was that they fought with?

Maybe it's the same guy
who broke into Ange's apartment.

It's gotta be connected.

I guess we just wander through
busy Chinatown looking for a guy

with a missing earlobe, then.

Well, if that's what it takes, yeah.

(Sighs)

Hey.

MACCA: She was good.

The writing, the research,
the voice.

She was really good.

I mean, she was still young.

She wasn't going to win any prizes,
yet.

But she was certainly on her way.

And she was also nuts.

Down at the docks late at night,
by herself, talking to dealers.

And she went much further
than I realised.

People. Deals, movements.

Any names?

Yeah, there is a name.

He's a dealer.

He's the bloke
she bought the hash from.

Is it Robbo?

No.

His name's Lionel Cheong.

He's got a shack down at the docks.

She describes exactly
how you buy drugs from him.

(Knock on door)

(Shouting)

Oh, look who we got here today.

He's admitted to selling drugs
to Ange

and trying to steal them back,
so what else do you want?

He probably said anything
to stop you hitting him.

Come on, we hardly touched the guy.
He could be the killer.

Did he say so?
He's not going to admit it, is he?

The guy who spiked their drinks says
he saw them argue with someone.

This guy's connected.

Slight problem.

Two nights ago that man
was in police lock-up. All night.

He couldn't be the killer.

So what about the knife?
You found that yet?

Yeah, we did.

In the back alley
near the girl's apartment.

Close to where we picked up
your friend.

As I thought, he must have dumped it

when he saw the police
coming for him.

How do you know it's his knife?

It has numbers on the handle.

4965...
43.

Yeah.

That's Robbo's service number.

There you go.
PATRICIA: Looking good?

Yeah, that should do it.

Here, try that one.

Oh, my God, it fits so perfectly.
Thank you.

No worries.

Here.

Thank you.

So you work on the ships?

Mm-hmm.

So that's how you know Sam?
From his import-export work?

Well, no, not exactly. I...

I've known him for a long time.

(Knock on door)

PATRICIA: Inspector.

What is your business here?

Robert Andrew Collier,
I'm placing you under arrest.

But he's just been released on bail.

We have new evidence.

Bail's been revoked.

Stand up, please.

Hey, hey, stop!

Stop!

(Speaks local language)

You made me look like a dick.

Pulled all these strings,
called in favours, organised bail.

Now your mate's done a runner.
Sir, he didn't do it.

Well, why did he run, hmm?

Now your other mate's down
at the Duke as we speak

banging out his next big story.

I don't even want to guess
what the headline is,

but I would suspect that 'Aborigine'
and 'walkabout'

will feature fairly largely.

Look, if you are convinced
this man is innocent,

then find some bloody evidence.

And I can tell you this.

If he's murdered an Australian girl,
being a war hero will not help him.

ROBBO: Wait. Where are you going?

BOY: Dad said, if anything goes
wrong, meet at the house.

You can't stay here.

There's no food.

I can get food.

Who this man?

Who the hell are you?

BOY: This is Uncle Weng.
I've been getting food off him.

From the camp?

Mm.

You snuck into the city
from the prison camp?

Someone had to.

I've got to get back to the shop.

You sure you're OK?

How long you been doing this?

Since Mum got murdered.

So you really are
some sort of detective, eh?

I suppose if I were any good,
I would have come here first.

You know,
when you first brought me here,

I thought that you must have been

one hell of a spoilt brat
before the war.

(Chuckles)

Thought that's why
you couldn't face the fact

that your dad wasn't coming home.

I mean, you always had your own way.

Yeah.

Now I'm thinking truth can be
a hard thing to face...

..whether you're a young lad in '45
or an old soldier in '64.

So what do you wanna do?
Get back on the boat?

Ship sails tonight.

The captain's a mate.

He can get me through immigration.

You could never come back.

The truth.

You got a plan?

Yeah.

Then you'd better get cracking.

So you came here. You remember that?

Yeah, it's not clear as day.

But that's not the bit
I'm having problems with.

And what were you doing?

Well, Ange and I
got something to eat outside,

and I fed her a chook's foot.

And we came in here
to wash the taste out.

Do you remember talking to someone?

Young Malay bloke?

No.

I think he spiked your drink.

Alright, what happened after that?

Well, Ange was feeling
a little dizzy.

We went out to get some fresh air.

So you left?
Yeah.

OK, so which way did you go?

Ah, through this way.

There was, er,
a monkey dancing in the street.

(Monkey grunts)

That way.

She said it was a short cut.

There was a bunch of guys
gambling through here.

This door.

The chow mein guy.

(Grunting)
(Clatter)

SAM: The what?

The chow mein guy, he was there.

Was it a fight?
Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

We just kept on walking.

And that's it.

Next thing I know,
I woke up next to her.

There's got to be something else.

Ange's place is around the corner.

Whatever it was
had to have happened here.

Right here.

Look, it was a good idea.

A good try.
Keep thinking, Robbo. Come on.

You were here, Ange was here.

Maybe I don't want to find out.

Maybe I did it.

Maybe there's nothing
to find out except that.

Maybe you did.

Don't you want to know for sure?

What is it?

Something.

She rested.

Ange.

Ange rested here.

And I was here.

The chow mein guy.

(Clatter)

Your bag!

Don't worry about it.

You OK?

Let's get... home.

I didn't realise
it was that serious.

Well, you couldn't have known.

Well, I could have done something.

I could have called for help.
But you were drugged.

You didn't kill her, Robbo.
This other guy did.

Because we bumped him?

It was just bad luck.

Wrong place at the wrong time.

You remember his face?

Yeah, I remember his face.

Good afternoon, Harrison.
How did you get on?

I got what you wanted.

Excellent.

And I'm going to keep on doing
as you ask.

But I see you for what you are -
a slimy limey turd.

I really hope that you enjoy
the sunshine while it lasts,

because one day the boot's
going to be on the other foot.

That looks like him.

You remember me?

SAM: The whole thing's
just a sorry story.

I mean, he got angry, went after 'em,
tried to snatch Ange's bag.

She didn't realise
how badly she'd been hurt.

Good story.
Search his apartment.

Maybe you'll find her bag.

You pull any prints off the knife?

I bet Fong's are all over it.

He's the one, Amran.

Not Robbo.

Your friend's sure it was that guy?
Oh, yeah.

I'll look into it.
OK.

SIR PHILLIP:
Very pleased for your mate.

Well, you could tell him yourself.

Oh, well, you know, so much to do.
Mail, diplomatic correspondence.

Plus, I need to write an official
report for the girl's parents.

But please, give the man my best.

Robert Collier.

Yes, Collier. Exactly.

Ah. Here they are.

Now, they will be down here
for an aperitif shortly.

Would you care to stay?

Oh, I can't. I'm meeting someone.

Wise man.

Now, there's what you call
a diplomatic incident.

(Chuckles) If you're going to go
wild with the pool boy,

for God's sake,
don't tell the husband.

Anyhow, thanks again, Callaghan.

She was a good girl, Ange.

Bright.

She had the whole world
in front of her.

I can't believe she's dead.

All because what, some bloke,
what...

What's that, fate or just dumb luck?

Whatever it is,
it made you stop for me in '45.

Sail well, brother.

Thanks, mate.

AMRAN: Your friend's
officially in the clear.

Lee Kum Fong's been charged.

We found the girl's handbag
at his place.

The drink spiker was able to ID him.

And you were right
about those prints.

You sound surprised.

Well, I thought you might have
your own reasons

for wanting Fong in jail.

Why?
Winston's murder.

Lee Kum Fong
was one of the suspects.

He was seen in the area that night.
It's his style.

Mugging with a knife.

I wasn't too sure
and he wasn't the only suspect.

But I had my eye on him.

You think Lee Kum Fong
killed Winston Cheng?

I think it's possible.

We've been going back through
all the cases Winston was working on

when he was killed,
and there was no mention of Fong.

Well, for the first time,
we've got a suspect.

Fong could be the only person
who knows

what happened to Winston that night.

We've got to start with him.

I'll talk to him first thing
tomorrow.

Yeah, alright.

Oh, Sam?

Um, your friend, Mrs Simpson.

I've heard she's leaving Singapore.

Do you know that?

First thing tomorrow morning.

Here you go.
Sorry that took so long.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Sam?

Is she here?

And what if I told you that she was?

Oh, Sam.

I mean, what can you offer her?

What is it, a room in Chinatown?

She'd lose her marriage,
her family, her friends.

She'd have no job.

I mean, what would she do?

You know, if you really love her...

..you might consider
just doing what's best for her.

I won't tell her that you were here.

WILD BILL: It's not that you did it.

It's whatever he's got on you
that made you do it.

I'm recommending they post you
somewhere else.

I'm sorry that I lied to you.

If I ask you a question,
I expect an honest answer.

G'day, Frank.

On Friday night,
we're leaving Singapore for good.

We're going to Europe by ship
and we're not coming back.

Chee Kit's office. Chee Kit
and Winston knew each other.

CHEE KIT: I believe my brother was
involved with some dangerous people.

SAM: Everything alright, Mr Lim?

This is my chance to find out
who killed my husband.

(Whimpers)

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