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- You know, Chinatown freaks me out.
- Yeah, me, too.

I don't like seeing faces
on the stuff I eat.

I don't like watching one
country buy up another country,

then make tiny versions
of itself inside every city.

Maybe they have a United States
of Americatown in China.

You know, you take tinier steps,

this stupid pedometer
doesn't even notice.

Yeah, it makes you look
like you got to pee.

Is that made in China?

Good point. They got
mostly short legs there.

Short legs take short steps.

Don't be racist, Moto.

Oh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Yuck.

The victim was identified
by his twin sister

as Davis Gu, age 27,

proprietor
of this establishment.

Claimed to be a psychic.

- What happened here?
- Ah.

Well, here's what
the blood-spatter patterns

- tell us so far.
- Here we go.

It was after midnight last night

when the victim
hears a knock on the door.

He sees who it is
and he unlocks it

even though there's a sign
reading "closed."

He moves further into the store
when stab!

In the upper back,
but the victim is fast.

He turns and he flings up
both of his arms...

slash, stab, slash. The victim,

bleeding from both of his arms
and the gash to his cheek,

runs for this sword
in hopes of defending himself,

but before he can reach it,
the killer strikes again...

stab! Stab!

Now he's in trouble.

Now he's in trouble?

The victim stands here,
punctured lung,

perforated kidney,
losing strength.

But not the will to live.

Turns, slash, slash, stab.
Victim goes down.

He kicks. He kicks again.

The weapon skitters
across the floor.

See the streaks of blood?

The victim drags himself away,
weak from loss of blood.

The assailant, meanwhile,
regains the weapon,

drags the victim, pulls him
into the middle of the room,

and then he just...
koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo!

stabs his way up
from the belly to the throat.

That's at least
the way that I see it.

Twin sister, who also works
as a psychic,

found the body
when she came in after 9:00.

Okay, wait a minute. I have
a very important question.

Did everybody already
do the jokes

about psychics
not seeing it coming?

'Cause I don't want to
repeat anything.

- Did you find the murder weapon?
- No.

Gravely is supervising
a neighborhood canvass.

She should look
for suckers.

Fake psychic gives a fake
fortune to the wrong guy.

Where's his sister?

In back.

Davis and I, we're twins.

You have one of those things

where you felt
your brother's death?

No. Unlike Davis,
I have no psychic ability

unless I utilize the ci qiu.

- The...
- Did your brother have a beef

with any of his clients
recently?

Not that I knew.

What about triad gang stuff?

He miss any payments?

No. Our business is legitimate.

Very few triads still exist.

And the preferred method
of execution is blinding,

followed by slow hanging
from a piano wire.

- Not what happened here.
- Oh.

You and your brother
are rip-off artists.

So why don't you drop this
whole oriental mystical crap

and help me find who diced
and sliced your brother?

My brother and I
are the grandchildren

of go dawei, a famous tongji.

Oh, I-I...

I thought you were Chinese.
You look Chinese.

Tongji means "medium."

We can communicate with spirits
beyond the grave.

Okay.

Then why don't you ask
your brother who killed him?

Because she needs
the Cheech and Chong.

Ci qiu.

- Ci qiu.
- Cheech char...

Ci qiu.

Chow chee.

Okay. Show us.

Niedermayer, check this out.

Ms. Go is gonna
tongji the Cheech-Chong.

The ci qiu.
This is not gonna be pleasant.

Whoa. Okay.

Lady.

Are we just gonna
let her do that?

- Niedermayer.
- Huh?

Any chance that's
the murder weapon?

No, it wouldn't
explain the slashes.

I have a message from
grandfather to the police.

Quick. Somebody write this down.

He says, "the answer
lies behind the red door."

The red door?

Behind the red door, huh?

We were actually looking
for a name.

He has one more message.
What is it?

"Two worlds will collide."

Yeah, the worlds of moo shu pork
and my mouth.

Congratulations.
You finally got one right.

Okay, that was all pretty weird.

I mean, twins are weird, anyway,

but smacking themselves
with bloody nail balls.

So, uniforms are checking
the sewers for a knife,

and no one saw a man
soaked in blood

walking around the neighborhood
last night.

Uh, maybe it was a ghost.

Or maybe he got into a car.

Thank you, Gravely,
for not being crazy

and believing in nonsense.

Oh, I believe in ghosts.
I saw one once.

Stop talking.

I was by myself,
and it was a creepy little girl.

It was a mirror.

Okay, guys,
when we solve this case,

it's not gonna involve demons
or voices from the great beyond.

It's gonna be
about greed and jealousy.

You know, the stuff
from regular homicides.

Plus, extra added bonus...

any fakes we catch,
we'll turn into the fraud unit.

And we'll find them
behind a red door.

Why a red door?

The victim's grandfather
spoke from beyond the grave

and said, "the answers
lie behind a red door."

Really, Moto?

Like that one? That one?

That one or that one?
Or that one?

We're in Chinatown.
There's red doors everywhere.

Okay. Sorry. Here.
They're perfectly good noodles.

Noodles!

Well, lieutenant, two worlds
collided just like she said.

And look behind you.
Red door.

Okay.

Stop it.

There's no such thing
as psychics.

A red door is a code

for something the sister
was afraid to talk about.

We find out what,
we'll find our killer.

Oh, God.

What?

Just noodles.

SO1EO6
Ancient, Chinese, Secret

Celia Gu has a confirmed alibi.

She was at an all-night
tongji ritual

at the time
of her brother's death.

You know, this is terrifying,
this object.

I don't understand how anyone

would beat herself off
with this.

The tongji ritual

symbolizes a deadening
of the body,

which frees the spirit
to travel.

Much of traditional
Chinese religion

is about ancestor worship,

so fortunetellers
and spirit guides are revered

because they're able to convey

the messages of the dead
to the living.

What... what's that?

His ghostly eyes
were following me.

Have you had
a personal experience

with the occult, Gravely?

I had a tarot card reading
in college that was so spot-on,

I couldn't sleep for weeks.

Was it about a boyfriend
cheating on you

or your parents' divorce?

Oh, my God.

Are you psychic, Paquet?

No. I went to college.

You know, there is a photo
on Davis Gu's

Portland annual review page

of a traditional Chinese
astrology wheel.

But it appears nowhere
on the crime-scene photos.

Yeah, look at that.

There's a blank space
where the wheel should be.

So perhaps the murder happened

in the course of a robbery.

You know, an old
astrology wheel like this

would be worth a fortune,
so we should...

we should find out
where it went.

That's very good, Paquet.

Did you check the reviews,

see if there were any
particularly angry clients?

Yes, I did, and he got
mostly four stars.

But there was one
dissatisfied customer.

"This fraud ruined my life.

He should be the one speaking
from the beyond."

Albert Reid. Angry.

That's really very good, Paquet.

Thank you.

Okay, you two,
just word of warning...

you're not fooling anyone.

That is not true.

Okay, well, you're
not fooling everyone.

I will locate Albert Reid.

Niedermayer, you get the
lieutenant and Almond up to date.

Yeah, I gave Gu a bad review.

Psychics are supposed to help,
not ruin your life.

Well,
you called him a fraud.

And a conman.

Well, the lieutenant thinks
all psychics are frauds.

That is not the case.

You've left 11 comments
about 11 psychics online

in the last 2 months.

I believe in giving feedback.

11 psychics?

You must be awfully worried
about your future.

Did any of them foresee
that you would lose a fight?

I got mugged last night.

What time?

Around midnight in Chinatown.

Really?

You got smacked around
at the same time

Davis Gu was fighting off
his killer?

Wait. Davis Gu's dead?

"This fraud ruined my life."

These are your words.

"He should be the one
speaking from the beyond."

That is called
issuing a public threat.

It wasn't a threat.
It was a review.

I was a loyal client

until Davis told me
and my girlfriend Mae Lin

that I was a water rabbit
and she was a fire snake.

Obviously the snake would
eventually consume the rabbit.

Well, obviously.

So Mae Lin took that to mean

that we didn't have a future
together, so she left me.

I'm a hot Asian girl.

I dump my boyfriend 'cause
I find someone less stupid

to help me get my green card.

He blames it
on the fortuneteller.

No. False.

Mae Lin came back
when she discovered

I'm actually a fire rabbit
and she's an earth snake.

That's totally compatible.

You look like a fire rabbit.

Found out how?

Another lady... Lady Mah.

She has true sight.

She even told me
Davis is a fraud.

Well, so much
for professional courtesy.

No one hates a con
like another con.

Well, here's my prediction
from the future.

If your mugging story
doesn't hold up in the light,

you will spend the rest
of your life in the dark.

That's good.
That's good.

Ah. Gentlemen.

So, Davis Gu died from multiple
sharp force injuries

to the thoracic cavity.

Now, overkill usually indicates
a crime of passion,

but in this case,
it was a necessity.

Gu's muscle mass indicates
that he was a very strong man,

a difficult adversary.

I'll check Reid's alibi.

Uh, the medical examiner said

that the weapon
is a serrated blade.

Every time you say
"the medical examiner says,"

that means you
disagree with him.

I don't know.

It's just, every time
the weapon is withdrawn,

- the tissue is...
- Okay. Ugh.

Just let me know
when you got it figured out.

Sir.

Davis Gu's personal effects.

I went through his wallet,
and I found cash,

old business cards,
and... these.

Pay stubs from a laundry?

Yes, sir.
Three checks, 5 grand each.

Have Paquet check it out.

Hmm.

Money laundering.

What?

It's where you take money
you got in a bad way

and you try to make it look
like you got it in a good way.

I know that. I just don't know
how you know that

by glancing
at a few old check stubs.

Well, see, the check numbers
here are very close in sequence,

indicating an absence
of documented payouts

from the issuer.

So, all the checks
are written at once?

Yes.

Or even more likely, these
checks are hardly ever used.

Well, lots of Chinatown
runs on a cash-only basis.

Hmm.

In my opinion, these checks are
a paper trail left on purpose.

So the business itself
is a money-laundering operation?

I have a source at the FBI
who can help.

You already sound like a source.

Oh. No, I'm not.

The science of money laundering
is just one of my many talents.

Albert Reid filed
a mugging report last night.

Was he drenched
in blood when the cops showed?

No, they got there this morning.
He'd already showered.

There have been a rash of
muggings in the area lately.

By "lately," you mean
since the dawn of time?

Margaret Ann Latrell.
Lady Mah for short.

She's not Chinese.
She's got an afro.

Are you Lady Mah?

Yes, and I am many things.
Chinese is but one of them.

Oh.

Well, we are also many things.

Cops is but one of them.

We're investigating
the murder of Davis Gu.

I know.

You know because you killed him.

No. Because I had a vision.

Hmm. Three nights ago.

Oh, really?

So, what number
is he thinking of?

7.

Maybe. Maybe not.

- Most men think 7.
- Uh-huh.

There are many tricks
of the trade,

and Davis needed them all.

Oh, because he's a sham
and you're not?

Oh, she's a sham, too.

You didn't come here to question
my clairvoyant abilities.

You got that right.

Hey, Almond.

What's this?

Davis Gu's astrology wheel
missing from the crime scene.

You're staring
at those autopsy photos

as though they can speak.

I don't think
the medical examiner's right

about the murder weapon.

See, these wounds,
they're vicious, they're jagged.

The flesh is torn.

Hmm.

Well, a serrated blade
would tear flesh.

But it wouldn't pull out tissue.

- See?
- Hmm.

Okay, so what would do that?

A fish-cutting knife

with a hook
at the end of the blade.

Then that's the weapon.

You're welcome.

All right, so heavenly laundry's
income and expenses

are pretty reasonable
for a small business.

I mean, the cash intake is high,

but not out of the ordinary.

And the costs and gross receipts

are also pretty normal
on a relative basis.

How are you gonna get a warrant?

Oh, by highlighting
the transaction numbers. See?

Yeah. Sure. Definitely.

Transaction numbers.
What does it mean?

Okay, a business this size

would never have
so many transactions,

so this is how we know
there are illegal goings-on.

So, you bought the wheel
from the victim?

From his sister, Celia,
two weeks ago.

I still have the receipt.

Why would she sell it to you?

Davis not only had
no natural talent,

but he never bothered to study
the astrological signs.

He couldn't even read Chinese.
It was embarrassing to Celia.

So she killed him.

No. She wouldn't do that.

I...

I have a different theory.

Let's hear it.

The wheel is a Gu family
artifact.

Selling it offended
the spirits of his ancestors.

I believe that Davis was killed
by his grandfather's ghost.

No such thing as ghost murderers

or astrological signs
or Dalai Lamas.

I'll get a warrant,

search her place
for the murder weapon.

Hey, kid! I don't want that.

Better be for a dinner special!

"Do you feel lucky?"
On Couch Street.

Look at that.
It's got a red door, too.

What do you think? Brothel?

Brothel?

I'm gonna hand it into vice.

Get your mind
out of the gutter, Almond.

Pervert.

Thank you.

One of those nights, huh?

My best suspect
is a Chinese ghost.

The victim is a fortuneteller.

All the witnesses are psychics.

Everywhere I look,
it's scammers scamming.

I was a psychic for two weeks.

Why does that not surprise me?

Did pretty well, too.
It's easy pickings.

People only ever ask about
two things... love or money.

You figure out
which means more to them.

You advise them gently
in that direction,

they'll give you
their whole damn life savings.

So why'd you quit?

I have a naturally mocking face,

and it started to give me
a headache

pretending that I was sincere
all the time.

I should bring you down to
Chinatown with me as an expert.

You know I can't go
to Chinatown.

Oh, okay. Well, now you know
I cannot go to Chinatown.

I may or may not have promised
to procure an ancient scroll

written by the legendary
Chinese General Guan Yu

for a scary mobster type
who paid up front.

Yeah.

I tell you, though.
I really miss Chinatown.

Speaking of which...

What do you know
about this brothel?

Uh... Enough to know
it's not a brothel.

It says "Get lucky."

It says "Feel lucky."

It's an underground gambling den

behind a fluff-and-fold laundry.

Down in the basement
filled with suckers.

You can't miss it.

Fantastic.

A money laundry...

with a red door.

Hey, don't touch that button.

It's not a red door.

Leave no stone unturned, Moto.

Every gambling den's
got a symbol

lets the lowlifes know
it's safe to come inside.

Don't move.

Everyone, hands where
I can see them!

Get over there!

Everybody, don't move!
It's the police!

Dominic Chan,
please identify yourself.

Everyone, relax.

This is a private party.

You got a lot of friends.

Nobody move, not even a twitch,

or the enormous black man and
the ginger dwarf will shoot.

Is that a warrant?

As a matter of fact, it is,
and it covers everything...

wallpaper, tiles, books,
strip searches.

Nope. No strip searches.

No strip searches.
Everything else, though.

Somebody call a paddy wagon.

And get me someone who can
mirandize in mandarin.

Can I help you?

Special Agent Jacob Cole

with the FBI's
organized crime division.

Has this visit
got anything to do

with us busting an illegal
gambling den in Chinatown?

I'm here as a favor to Nadia.

She called me
about Dominic Chan.

You called the FBI?

I have experts
in many walks of life.

Jacob applies on this walk.

Dominic Chan's
a small-time operator,

no ties to organized crime.

He's been running
a gambling ring for a year.

The Chinese laundry is
how he scrubs his profits.

So how come
you never arrested him?

We messed up one of your
long-term undercover stings.

Yes. But to be honest,
it wasn't going anywhere.

Jacob says he'd be all right

if we popped Dominic Chan
for murder.

Oh, Jacob said that?
Oh, well, thank goodness

you're checking our work
with the FBI, Nadia.

Oh, you're very welcome.

So, did the name Davis Gu

come up during
your investigation?

Yeah. Your murder victim.

He was definitely
a known associate.

He was a known associate who
Chan was paying $5,000 a week.

We didn't know that.

I can tell you
that Chan's establishment

was heavily rigged for
the house, even more than usual.

Virtually impossible
for anyone to win.

If Davis Gu was involved,

that's the sort of thing
that can get a guy killed.

So you admit to knowing
Davis Gu?

Of course.

Did he ever gamble
at your establishment?

I have no establishment.

Merely some friends who drop by
and play a friendly game.

Why'd you pay Davis Gu?

He was a personal adviser
on various matters.

I will be lost without him.

He wasn't an adviser.

He was a shill.

Oh, and by the way, found that
on the windshield of our car.

A child put it there.

I'm a fake fortuneteller.

I soften up the biggest suckers
with tales of big money luck.

Then I plant this flyer,

sending them to my friend's
illegal gambling den.

You and Gu were partners.

It's quite a scam you got going.

Successful, too, if you're
writing 15 grand in checks.

If you believe that,

then you'd also believe
I'd be insane to kill him.

Chinese mob guy like this
with a partner dead,

there's no way there's not some
guy with his eyes gouged out

hanging from piano wire.

You are suggesting I'm triad.

You give me too much credit,
lieutenant.

I'm but a simple man.

And simple men need their
attorneys to speak for them.

I should call mine,
don't you think?

These are Dominic Chan's
gambling ledgers?

- Yes.
- How can you tell?

This looks like Chinese to me.

Like, literally,
this is in Chinese.

It's code.
It's pictograms and symbols.

Dominic Chan told us
it was his salsa recipe.

How do you think
they know each other?

Who? Paquet and the fed?

I don't know. Maybe he was
stationed in France.

Hey, we cracked the code!

Yep. Good job.

Wow. So, here is a partial list

of the gamblers who owed money.

It'll take me some time
to decipher the rest,

but this is a good start.

Oh, and the lieutenant's theory
is correct

because the names in red are
also known clients of Davis Gu.

Wait, wait, wait.
How did you break the code?

Okay, so these symbols
are homonyms

for the last names
of the gamblers.

For example, this heart here

represents the Chinese word
"zhong," which means "heart,"

but also sounds like
the word "bell,"

which is the last name
of this particular gambler.

And the Chinese numbers
here are pai gow tile pairings

indicating the amount owed
in thousands.

So Dominic Chan was making
a lot of money

from this business arrangement,
and if Davis Gu died,

then his whole revenue
stream would dry up.

- So no motive.
- Well, there is if you're a gambler

who's been taken
to the cleaners.

Ha! And in this case, the gambling
den is literally the cleaners.

Okay, as I was saying,
one of the angry gamblers

might have killed go
for setting him up.

Hmm, that is a weak motive.

Why?

Well, even if Davis Gu is dead,

the debt is still owed
to Dominic Chan.

It's not rational.

Well, people are not rational.

They get angry and take revenge

even if they don't
get anything out of it.

Whoa. That was so cynical.

Backstrom is rubbing off on me.

Hmm, sadly,
you also sound correct.

Hey.

We're running down
the biggest losers

from Chan's gambling den,

see who has alibis
and who doesn't.

Okay.

The ledger says some
of the gamblers

lost up to 100 grand.

Okay.

Lieutenant?

This picture points
to a big fight.

Every fight's got two stories.

Well, we know that Gu
lost that fight.

But we don't know
that he didn't start it.

Look at this.

This rug, see?

Yeah.

Been rolled up and shoved aside.

- Forensics crew didn't do that?
- No.

There's blood spatters
on the outside of the carpet.

So you're saying Davis Gu
rolled up the carpet

before he was killed?

Yeah.

Wow.

He knew a murder
was gonna happen.

I'm Gu. I want someone dead.
I invite them over.

I roll up the rug
for easier cleanup.

Somehow they get the drop on me.

Yeah, but Gu wouldn't
kill a gambler.

No. Not one of the players
that he was ripping off.

But what if someone was
ripping off him and Chan?

A big winner?

Maybe.
Someone scamming the scammers.

That's a short list.

Here we go. One big winner.

Over 100 grand over 2 days.

Huh.

Jinjing Fei.

- Bring him in.
- You got it.

Lieutenant.

- What?
- This is Jimmy.

- He said you wanted to see him.
- Jimmy who?

My American name is Jimmy.

My Chinese name is Jinjing Fei.

No way.

Wait. The guy we were
just talking about.

Yeah.

You wanted to see me. I'm here.

He brought this.

That fits the
description of the murder weapon.

It's the reason
you want to see me.

Kid's kind of small
to do that much damage.

Could explain the ferocity
of his attack.

Why would he turn himself in?

So, you're a psychic.

Psychic enough to know
that you don't believe me

when I say that I'm psychic.

Okay, so what am I thinking
right now?

That you need a new bra.

Okay, that is actually
what I was thinking

beneath what I was thinking.

Oh, stop it.

Is this the murder weapon? Huh?

Yes.

You know who did the murder?

Yes.

But until you guys
figure it out for yourself,

you won't believe me anyway.

You were the only person
to have ever beat the house

at Dominic Chan's gambling den.

You know, that place
is totally rigged.

So, what? You used your psychic
powers to cheat the cheaters?

That is correct.

So, how come you're not
the one who's dead?

He's psychic.

Come on.

I'm you.

I'm a cocky, little psychic kid
who thinks he sees the future.

And the future tells me
Davis Gu is gonna kill me,

so I stop by
and I kill him first.

I'm you...

A lonely, depressed kite maker

who would drink himself to death
out of boredom

if there weren't evil people
out in the world

trying to outsmart him.

Kind of have some strange
abilities yourself.

Limited, but strong.

Like a blind man
seeing in the dark.

Seeing the very worst
in everyone.

This way of viewing
the world is dangerous,

and it will lead
to failure and death.

Hey.

Did you see that coming?! Hmm?!

Lieutenant!

Okay, where are you getting
your information from?

I'm one of the super psychics
of China.

That sounds very important.

That guy will fill you in.

L-lieutenant,
the Chinese government

runs a psychic training program

to hone the skills
of gifted young children,

and I believe that he is one
of those gifted children.

I'm... I'm surprised
your government let you out.

They didn't.

But when you can see the future,

it's easy to get away.

Okay... hey...

this is for John, Frank,
you, Nicole,

Peter, Everett,
and lastly, Aurelie.

Aurelie?

I'm sorry.

Nadia.

Go ahead. Compare.

I'll wait.

This better be good.

Freak.

All right. Almond.

You. And Moto.

Ah.

All right. Who's up?

Go ahead, Niedermayer.
You go. I'm not going.

All right.
I'll go, you big babies.

He'll go.

Um, "the silence is broken.
The heart will now mend."

I haven't spoken to my daughter
in four years.

She called me yesterday.

Coincidence.

Gravely?

"You are making the exact same
mistake for the third time."

What does that mean?

It's true, it's about a guy,
and I don't want to discuss it.

Please don't.
What about you, anchorman?

Okay, um...

"The love of your life...
is keeping a very big secret."

Hmm.

Whoa. Okay. Wow.

You two? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, that is so unprofessional!

Well, mine says,
"your dreams will elude you,

but not forever."

My dreams are to get out of
uniform and into plainclothes.

Well, prophecy's obviously wrong

'cause that's never
gonna happen, so...

Paquet.

Oh. Um...

"He is still looking for you."

Wow. Who?

You know, this holds absolutely
no meaning to me,

so... Lieutenant?

We've wasted enough time
on this hooey. Come on.

Almond!

All right.

So, we're convinced of your
mighty, mighty psychic powers.

Now tell us who killed Davis Gu.

It was me. I killed him
before he could kill me.

Exactly how many steps ahead
are you thinking?

Lieutenant, just a thought.

If we hold Jimmy
on suspicion of murder,

then he can't be deported
back to China,

which is the main thing
he wants.

Well, then, let's give Jimmy
what he wants.

Read him his rights.
Get him a lawyer.

This case is closed.

Who's still looking for you?

Oh, like the lieutenant said,
that was all hooey.

A Chinese boy pulling a scam

because he doesn't
want to go back to China.

I'm not psychic,
but I'm pretty observant.

You have a sophisticated
knowledge

of money-laundering
operations that doesn't fit in

with anything I know about you
or your background.

The FBI consults...

Okay, look, the most important
thing right now

is to discover if the knife
that the boy brought to us

is the actual murder weapon.

Nadia.

If you're in trouble, you don't
need to look any further.

I will do whatever
needs to be done to help.

Oh, God! don't do that.

Do they just let you in now?

Pretty much.

Listen, uh...

Dominic Chan is the guy I may
or may not have ripped off.

Well, good news for you.

We just arrested him for running
an illegal gambling den.

Oh, great. That'll keep him
on ice for what,

another six hours?

Look, if you wouldn't mind

putting down
your emphysema phallus,

would you give this
to him for me, please?

- That's your thing, huh?
- Yes.

Why don't you just
sell it to someone else?

Nobody wants it, or I would.

So, let me get this straight...

you want me to give that
to Dominic Chan

so that you can go back
to Chinatown?

Yeah, I'm just like
everybody else.

I like a little gaysian
now and again.

Oh, no.

- Valentine.
- Niedermayer.

Will you two stop gaying up

my personal private quiet space?

So, we completed
the forensic analysis

on the hooked dagger
that Jimmy brought us.

It's the murder weapon,
but not the murder weapon.

Wow. How Buddhist.

What are you talking about?

The dagger is a perfect match

for the puncture wounds
found on the victim.

However, there was
no blood residue

found on the weapon at all.

Could he have cleaned it?

No, 'cause the other residue

that dates back before the
murder makes that impossible.

Let me see that thing.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, song dynasty
hooked dagger.

They replicate these things
all over Chinatown.

So the killer used
a mass-produced weapon

to throw us off the trail.

See, this is an actual replica.

It's got weight to it.

It's not flimsy like the stuff
you buy at the nickel and yuan.

There's only one guy
who sells those.

Black-market type.
Goes by the name of Tiny.

Where's his store?

In his van.

He always parks
in the same place.

And I can draw you a map.

You know, this street
doesn't even have a name.

We're looking for a man
named Tiny,

which I assume is a nickname
that he's actually very large.

Hold on.

Or not.

Tiny?

I didn't do anything, so you can
keep your gun in your holster.

Yeah, we're gonna ask
to see your knives,

so I'm just gonna keep
my hand on my gun.

I got you covered, Niedermayer.

What are you looking for?

A hooked dagger.

That there is an illegal weapon.

I can assure you, Mr. Tiny,

our interests lay
not in your inventory,

but in your clientele.

What the hell does that mean?

It means that if
you don't show us

what we want to see,
we'll bust you.

Oh.

Okay.

Very good. I'm gonna show you
some photographs of some people.

You stop me if you sold
any one of them a hooked dagger.

What is that? No.

No.

I got to tell you, I'd lie
about Dominic Chan, anyway.

Are you lying this time?

No. But I would,
is what I'm saying.

You don't mess with that guy.

Yeah. Him.

Came in a couple days ago.
I sold him a dagger.

It's Albert Reid.

If it helps, I overcharged him.

No. It doesn't help.

I did not kill Davis Gu.

These symbols stand
for the Chinese words

for "sun" and "big."

"Ri" and "da."

Ri-da.

That sounds like "Reid" to me.

This puts you in the heavenly
laundry gambling ring.

- And you lost big.
- $60,000.

We think Davis Gu
sent you to the red door

after telling you
that the signs were auspicious.

And you trusted him
and you gambled all your money.

Went back and hacked him
with a knife.

This knife.

We found it in your apartment.

It's the murder weapon.

It's Reid. Forensics indicate

that he was in possession
of the actual murder weapon.

Yeah, but why did he do it?

Anger at being set up.

I'm 60 grand in hock.
Why waste a murder on the shill?

Dominic Chan is still waiting
there to collect the debt.

Oh, we all know that Reid's not
the smartest guy in the world.

I am going to go get some coffee
before Reid's lawyer gets here.

I got a feeling
we're wrong about this.

All due respect, lieutenant,
you sound like a psychic.

I don't believe in psychics.

Neither does the justice system,

so we have to stick to evidence.

- Detective Almond.
- Yeah?

Um, so, I've been thinking about
what the psychic said to me.

- Which one?
- The Chinese from China kid.

He said that "your dreams will
elude you, but not forever."

It's not the worst fortune
I've ever heard.

Right. So I said to myself,

I said,
"take Detective Almond's advice.

Work hard. Prove yourself."

Backstrom said,
"turn over every rock."

Moto, Moto.
I have a lot of work to do.

The point?

Okay. So I started looking
through the paperwork

that we got
from the laundry, and...

I found that.

Oh, good. Go get it translated.

Already did.

And it says...

"You will be betrayed
by your partner."

- That's right.
- And you found it where?

Buried under a stack of ious
made out to Dominic Chan.

If it was up to me, you'd be
out of that uniform tomorrow.

Still have to write the exam.

I never would have taken you

as someone
that believed in psychics.

I don't.

Well, not scammers
like Davis Gu and Lady Mah.

But real psychics like Jimmy,

who was trained
by the Chinese government.

I bet you'd bet on that.

Huh?

I'm you...

a businessman with a plan.

I make a lot of money
playing games,

but my partner only gets
a fraction of the profit.

Then I get a message
from a reliable source.

My partner gets greedy.

He wants more
and is gonna kill me to get it.

So I make a deal
with Albert Reid.

He kills Davis Gu first,

and in exchange,
I forgive his gambling debt.

You can't prove that.

Hmm.

I'm Albert Reid, a moron
with a gambling problem.

They tell me they're gonna
execute me for murder

unless I make a deal

and implicate the man
who made me do it.

Now, I'm no psychic,
but I am a gambling man.

And all my money's

on Albert Reid singing
like a choir girl.

You want to take that bet?

It had my name on it.

Really? And he ate it anyway?

- Yes. He ate it anyway.
- Dog.

Bye.

The lieutenant ate my pizza.

Good night, guys.

You know you can't leave
anything in the refrigerator

with him around.

Aurelie.

So, I know that
you were part of something

that involved a money laundry,

something you can't talk about.

And this man
who is looking for you...

This man looking for me...

He's gonna find me.

And when he does,
I'll have to run...

alone and fast.

Until the day
you decide to make a stand.

There is no standing
against this man.

You're in witness protection?

I cannot be
a football mother in Kansas.

But the FBI helped me
establish a new identity.

And Agent Cole is my contact,
someone I can trust.

You can trust me.

I just did.

With my life.

Look at that. 12,000 steps.

2,000 more than I needed.

Let me guess.

You did not give
Dominic Chan my gift, did you?

Nope.

Oh, great.
So I can never go to Chinatown.

I did one better.

I arrested him
for soliciting murder.

What happened to your cute,
little Asian psychic?

The D.A.'s trying to figure out

whether or not to charge him
as an accessory.

For what? Telling Chan that
Davis Gu was gonna kill him?

I don't know.

The kid seemed kind of cheerful,

so maybe he foresaw it
all working out for the best.

Oh, so you believe
in psychics now.

Never in a million years. Here.

It's my fortune from Jim-Jim.

Jimmy.

- You haven't read it?
- Of course not.

What?

Give me that.

"You won't see next Christmas."

It's a good thing you
don't believe in it, huh?

Yeah.

Good thing.