All language subtitles for Serangoon Road s01e05 Heatwave.eng

Stay off the streets, Mr Callaghan.

Why's that?

It's not just
the politics out there.

Bomb!
(Explosion, screaming)

SAM AND KANG: (Chant) Kalimantan...

Whoa! Agh!

Which eye?

This is what you get for
selling Kay Song out to the cops.

That's why I don't get involved.
Not anymore.

Hey, Malaya was a long time
ago, OK?

Now I've got my work cut out for me.

I've got two hands, a boat,
one lousy partner.

Mr Callaghan.
Just the man I'm looking for.

Maxwell Black.

Where have you been all my life?

I wasn't born for the most of it.

I'm sorry, Mr Black...
May I cut in?

No, you may not.
The lady's with me.

I don't think so, Mr Black.

West Pacific has
many close friends in Washington.

I could get you shipped
to Sierra Leone tomorrow.

You have no idea
whom you're talking to.

I couldn't stand being away
from you for another minute.

I know it must be hard for you,
being left alone for days.

Are we risking too much?
I mean, do you want to stop?

No.

Whatever it is,
we're in it together.

Easy money.

A few more jobs like this,
I'll be able to afford a new boat.

Well, West Pacific
aren't just paying for a boat ride.

They're paying for the security.

Well, you want me to dodge the boat
around a little bit?

Make it look like there are poison
arrows coming out of the jungle?

I want you to take it seriously.

Don't worry,
I take money very seriously.

Hey, you didn't tell me
your girlfriend was coming.

No, I didn't know.

Maybe she's just seeing them off.

Sam.
Maxwell.

Good to see you again.
Yeah.

We've persuaded Mr Macdonald
to write a feature piece for us.

Macca.
Shoot me now.

Sam.
Frank.

We've got one extra.
I hope that's OK.

Of course. Mrs Simpson.
Mr Callaghan.

Callaghan, let's get
this show on the road, shall we?

FRANK: We'll need to
put in a bigger wharf

if we're to take out sizeable
quantities of rubber.

Head Office will approve
as many wharves as you want.

Right.
MACCA: How does she keep so cool?

Jesus, Macca, it's a real mistake for
you to move more than ten feet away

from a bottle of Scotland's finest.

I'm not that stupid.

My mistake was leaving
the Duke Hotel in the first place.

Well, you can't write about
Singapore from the bar of the Duke.

Watch me. It's hardly Saigon, is it?

No, a fluffy field-written piece.

The only way this story catches fire
is if their hospital does.

Yeah, well,
it's our first security job,

so if the hospital goes up in flames,
it'll be our last.

This village had nothing
before we arrived.

Fixing up the accommodation,
put in a jetty.

You OK?

Yeah, of course.

If I knew you loved the jungle so
much, I'd take you on every trip.

Yes, please.

This is the hospital.

I'll keep a look out
for those poison arrows.

(Rooster crowing)

(Camera clicks)

(Child crying)

This is the children's ward.

The village had a 10% child
mortality rate when we arrived.

Malaria, dengue fever.

But with the medicines
we're providing,

we're hoping to reduce
that to zero by the end of '65.

Malaria's rife in the area, but
we are treating all of the children.

Sweetheart.

It's OK.

Hello.

(Camera clicking)

Let me show you this.

(Camera clicking)

What's your name?

Claire.

Amir.

Amir. Hello, Amir.

He still has a fever.

Ma'am, please.

Is something wrong?

He is being treated?

If something's wrong,
you can tell me.

You won't get in trouble.

Well, it's important.

They've got to see us doing the
right thing around here, you know.

The medicine's not working.

Those kids have been taking
this drug for a week now.

They should be getting better.
They're getting worse.

No, the medicine's fine.

It's the jungle.
It's not like it is back home.

Look, it's good of you to care,

but that boy'll be
up and running around

before we've even docked
in Singapore.

Of course.

It's just, uh, that journalist
who took a photo of him.

It might not look so good
for the company if he dies.

Frank, can you take care of this?

Just leave it.

Sam, can you take this back, please?

Your girlfriend's a nutjob.

(Clears throat)

Miss Chen.

You ang mohs... terrible manners.

What is it?

Ang mohs. Westerners.

Well, I'd be honoured
if you'd instruct me appropriately.

In fact, I believe that
you consented to a dinner date.

I did.

Well, would tomorrow night
be appropriate?

I don't see why not.

And may I collect you,
from your parents' residence?

No, you may not.

Please collect me here,
when I finish work.

I'd be delighted.

Mr Harrison.
Mrs Cheng.

(Speaks in local language)

It's only a date, Aunty.

And before you start,

he has no hope in the world
of progressing to the second one,

so I don't need to hear
the speech about my parents.

He rescued me from a drunken dance
with that horrible Maxwell Black.

The least I can do
is let him buy me dinner.

At least, lah.

At least.

You should have seen her,

trudging through the jungle
as if she was born there.

Darling, it sounds
too hideous for words.

Next thing, she'll be
running that hospital herself.

Surely not.

Now if Sir Phillip were here,

he'd warn you about getting
between your wife and a good cause.

See, he made that mistake with me.

But he only did it once.

I'm not sure my boss would be so
keen on Claire rescuing the natives.

Ah.
Excuse me.

Sam.
Frank.

Thanks for today.
Overall I think it went pretty well.

Yeah.
What's this?

The bottle of medicine
your wife got from the nurse.

She was right.
There's something wrong with it.

I don't understand.
It's the right stuff.

It's not out of date.
Page two.

It's only 10%
the strength it should be?

What's going on?

Sam here had that bottle
of malaria medicine tested.

You said those kids have been taking
the medicine for over a week, yeah?

Mm-hm.

Even with poor nutrition, they
should have shown some improvement.

So what's wrong with it?
It's the wrong medicine? It's old...

Looks like it's diluted. How do
I explain that you had it tested?

Tell him you wanted to make sure

the medicine was OK,
to cover the company.

Aren't we forgetting
the most important thing?

Who would do such a thing, and why?

That's what they want us
to find out.

And we're being hired by the company?

Maxwell Black signed off on it?

I don't think he's thrilled,

but he's not thrilled about the
idea of word getting out, either.

The company provided
the hospital in drugs.

If anything goes wrong,
their name is tarnished.

OK. I'll start with
the company supplying the stuff.

Not quite. Another job first.

Apparently, Mrs Simpson has insisted

on good drugs being taken
to the village immediately.

A different brand.
Guaranteed, tested.

Sure, I can do that.

No, she is doing it.
You're being hired to go with her.

Oh.

Problem?
No.

She doesn't need
to come along, though.

Oh, you know,
patronising ang moh woman.

Only she can save
the jungle children.

Mm-hm.
Well, I'd be quicker on my own.

You would.
But you're going with her.

Alright.

KANG: So it's an agency job now?

Fifty-fifty split.

Why is she even here?

Oi.

Oi!

Kang and I could have taken them.

Maxwell thinks
if I get a few mosquito bites,

then I'll stop causing trouble.

Doesn't know you very well.

Besides, the company
has some big new deal on the line

in the Philippines.

Maxwell wants Frank there
to deal with the big investors

when they fly in,
so I'm the only one available.

You're the only one that cares.
Frank cares.

He's just busy.

You know, whenever I think
about being a mother...

..I never think about
having a baby -

I always think about a little boy,
kind of Amir's age.

Playing with him, reading with him.

Think you and Frank
will ever have kids?

Yeah, we will.

Sorry, it's none of my business.

It's OK.

There's nothing wrong.

It...

It's just 'cause my Dad
wasn't around when I was growing up,

and because Frank's away so much -

I don't want that for my own kid.

Let's just leave these drugs
and get out of here.

If your girlfriend
wants to save sick kids,

I can show her
the rest of South-East Asia.

At least she's doing something.
Yeah, she's paying.

How long?

20 minutes ago.

(Exhales heavily)

(Speaks in local language)

She said the other children
are getting better.

Their families bought this medicine
on the black market.

But it's quinine, right?

Yeah, but it's
a different brand of pharma.

Only the stuff
from West Pacific's watered down.

Doesn't make sense.

Maxwell wanted a good news story.
This ain't it.

Well, it's not
the first time your kind

tried to get away
with the cheapest option.

So what do you wanna do now?

Take this whole mess
back to Maxwell Black.

(Child crying)

(Woman speaks in local language)

(Speaks in local language)

They're from another village.

Their medicine's not working either.

Why have they come here?

(Both converse in local language)

They heard this village
has good drugs.

Black-market drugs,
so they've come to buy them.

But if there are good drugs here,
that boy, he should...

His parents couldn't afford
the black-market prices.

So he's using the free drugs
from your husband's company.

So it's not just one bad batch?

The whole place is riddled
with drugs that don't work.

Give the lady a prize.

Kang.
We have to do something.

Yeah, show us the money,
we'll do anything you want.

Do you not care at all?
I don't pretend to care.

There is a difference.
You think I'm faking this?

I think your whole project
is a fake.

You, your husband, his boss.
Short-term do-gooders.

Stick a bandaid on,
make a few children better.

Everybody looks good.

Now it's all blown up in your face,
isn't it?

Maybe you're right.

Sorry, I'm really not sure
of the problem exactly.

You wanted us to make sure
the hospital got good drugs,

which we've done.

Kids are still getting sick. Someone
is supplying diluted medicine.

Not by us. Not anymore.

Well, we need to find out who.

Well, that's a big investigation.

To be honest,
it's really not our business.

Now if you really want to
follow it up, take it to the police.

Uh... if you'll excuse me.

Sam thinks the police won't have
the time or the resources to help.

Then it's time to leave it.
You've done all you can.

What if I pay for the investigation,
and Sam can track down who...

Absolutely not.

You'd have to throw an awful lot of
mud to see where some of it sticks.

Let's do it.

You've already pissed off Maxwell.
You don't want to upset anyone else.

Like who?

The Australian High Commission
for one,

because the drugs are distributed
by an Australian company.

The Americans,
because it's a US parent company.

The shipping companies, because
they're transporting the drugs

and that means
old Peranakan families

and half of our friends at the club.

Am I wrong?

All of the people West Pacific
need to stay friends with.

That boy died. Are you saying
that we shouldn't do anything?

I'm saying we can't.

Well, it seems we won't be requiring

your services after all,
Mr Callaghan.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Yeah, me too.

It looks like Mrs Simpson
has found a purpose in life.

Callaghan.

You know better
than to write a story like that.

Why'd you have to make it so obvious
Claire Simpson was your source?!

Claire?

I never even mentioned her.
You didn't have to.

It's only a matter of time
before people work it out.

You could have written that story
a million different ways

but you're too bloody lazy to get off
your arse and find your own sources.

You wrote it exactly the way
she would have told you.

I'm not confirming anything.

Jesus. Look.

And if it was her, she's over 18.

Why are you such
a piece of shit, Macca?

And you're bloody Prince Charming
yourself, aren't you?

Thank you, Lanfen.

So we're back on the case.

What, you found the source
of the bad drugs?

We're going to try.
Thank you!

(Thunder rumbling)

Thank you.

I don't know about this, Claire.

Maxwell's only doing it
to take the heat off the company.

He's so pissed off
you went to the press.

What can he do?

(Rain pattering)

But Macca thinks it could be
the drug company itself,

dumping inferior drugs
in the Third World.

It's not possible, is it?

Yeah, it's happened before.

What sort of a person

working in a pharmaceutical
company in Minnesota says,

'I know how we'll get rid
of this bad medicine.

We'll just dump it in Asia'?

You're familiar with
the general premise of capitalism.

I understand profit.

I just don't understand
profiting from death.

It's happening over
the other side of the world.

They can't see it so they don't care.

Is it really the world
we're living in?

Sometimes you're so...

What?

Naive?

If you want me to do this,
I'll do it.

But once we start,
I don't know where it'll take us.

I don't want to stop.

OK.

Very atmospheric,
I'll give you that.

Who's your source?

Oh, really? That blunt?

No footsying around?

MI6 don't footsy.

You're blundering into territory
you have absolutely no idea about,

and it's likely to get you killed.

Is that a threat?

Don't be silly. We're the British.

We don't kill anyone.

Not personally, anyway.

Then, uh... what's the interest?

Did Claire Simpson give you
that story about the sick kids?

(Chortles)

Eh, you know better than that.

Journalists can't reveal
their sources.

If we did,
who'd ever tell us anything?

Exactly.

Thank you, Mr Macdonald.

Have a good night.

Frank, my star employee.

Claire.
Maxwell.

Thank you so much.
Not at all.

It's important
to get to the bottom of this

for the sake of the company.

Are you staying for dinner?

No, no. We won't be here long.
Big day tomorrow.

How's that?

The delegation flying in
from the Philippines.

I'll be at the airport
to meet them.

Oh, there's no need.
Roberts is picking them up.

So we're all meeting
at company headquarters?

Well, he's handling that, as well.
I've put Roberts in charge.

Gives you a chance to concentrate on
cleaning up that mess in Malaysia.

Excuse me.

He's punishing you.
For what I did.

Don't worry. It'll blow over.

Let's go.

Let's just hope Sam
can find out what's going on.

Oh, this is a bad idea.

Oh, sorry, this is another bad idea.
Don't you have any good ideas?

How about you keep your voice down?
That'd be a good idea.

Look for medicine.
The brand is Logos.

Here.

Let's test this one.

So we're stealing now?

(Clanging)
(Man speaks in local language)

(Vehicle engine whirring)

(Engine revving)

Unionists. Deported last year.

What, being smuggled back in?

(Clunking, clattering)

What have deported unionists
got to do with tampered drugs?

As far as I know, nothing.

So it's a coincidence. You always
say there's no such thing.

Well, there isn't.

I believe you're planning
to go to university in the States.

I can't show you anything about
Singapore you don't already know,

but what I can show you
is America, starting with wine.

Fume blanc.

Fume blanc?
Fume blanc.

It's from the Napa Valley
on the west coast.

My uncle's vineyard.

How did you get that
into the country?

Food.

Hot dogs.

Hot dogs?

Now these are
the genuine New York hot dogs

complete with onions and mustard.

And music.

(Violinist playing
The Yankee Doodle Boy)

(People applaud)

Cheers.
Cheers.

Fume blanc.
Fume blanc.

So we had it tested
and that's the real stuff.

Full-strength malaria medicine.

So it's not the drug company.
Then who?

The guy who transports it
from the warehouse to the village.

Boat captain?
It's gotta be, right?

He was there.
He would have taken all the drugs,

if it hadn't been
for the patrol swinging past.

There's a medical conference
in town.

Our nurse could be there.

That's worth a shot.

Let's go.

Huh? Yeah, I've got something else
to settle first.

So when you received
the drugs from the company,

the drugs with this label on them,

is it the same boat,
the same captain, every time?

All different.

Sometimes one captain,
sometimes another.

What about the person
delivering the black-market drugs?

Is that the same person every time?

Yes.

But how do you know that?

So the profit's not
in selling the bad drugs,

it's in selling the good stuff
at an inflated price.

How does that work?

Well, someone steals the drugs,
dilutes them and puts them back.

And when the kids taking them
don't get better,

they sweep in with the good stuff
and sell it at a marked-up price.

Now what I don't get is

how Logos don't know that
their drugs are being tampered with.

If it was me, I would dilute
ten boxes out of every hundred.

Why, when you can do 20 or 30?

Well, 10% is an acceptable
commercial write-off.

Logos can explain
that it's a bad batch.

Compensate where necessary
and claim back the insurance.

Right, so there's got to be
a warehouse or a lab somewhere,

where stolen drugs
are diluted and repackaged.

So how does a boat captain
manage that kind of operation?

He doesn't. He's paid to.

One of the secret societies.

(Bottles clinking)

(Adhesive tape tearing)

(Man shouts in local language)

(Gunshots)

So how did you find the place?

I went from village to village,
talked to a few fishermen,

tracked where
the bumboat captain had been.

I knew the operation had to be close
to water, central to the villages,

not too far from town.

I thought you didn't care.
I said I didn't pretend to care.

So now what?

Now we've got enough
to get the police involved.

Police!

Anybody there?

OFFICER: Nobody here, sir.

OK, but you arrest the boat captain
and the warehouse guys,

they'll roll over on the gang.

I've already wasted a day on this.
Oh, come on.

This is your chance to do something.
You could really make your mark here.

You stop the thieves,
you stop the kids from dying.

You send a real message
to the secret societies.

I don't have the resources
to surveil the waterfront

for however many nights it takes
them to steal the next batch.

You don't have to.
They were interrupted last night.

I guarantee
they'll be back again tonight.

I've got a story for you.

Are you kidding me?

'Sorry I was such a prick, Macca.

I didn't mean to go all ape
on you yesterday.

Let me buy you a drink to make up
for the one you spilt all over me.'

Do you want to hear
what it is or not?

(Camera clicks)

(Men shout in local language)

(Camera clicks)

(Shouting continues)

Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the hell's going on?

He's getting away!

Amran and his mates, they made
a big arrest early this morning.

Four deported unionists
smuggled back to Singapore.

That was last night.

But how did Amran find them so fast?

My guess, MI6.

MI6 is protecting the captain?

In return for what?
Information about illegal immigrants?

(Chuckles)

It's called Operation Deep Freeze.

In '62, they rounded up
a bunch of troublemakers

and shipped them out of Singapore.

What kind of troublemakers?

Those who don't agree
with the British point of view.

So the bumboat captain
is working for MI6.

Yeah.

Would MI6 know that the captain is
also working for the secret society?

Probably.

They know that the gang
is diluting medicine

and they just turn a blind eye?

Well, the intel they were getting
was worth more than a couple of kids.

So what do we do now?

We can't just let it go on...

I'm sorry, Mrs Simpson,
but our job here is done.

Arrests have been made.

Mr Black's company has announced
a new scheme is in place.

He's terminated our contract.

But the captain is still out there.
So is the gang.

Nothing has changed.
No-one gets punished.

Welcome to Asia.

Thank you, Mrs Cheng.

I appreciate your help
with this matter.

Mrs Simpson.

Claire.

Sometimes you've just
got to walk away.

I'm not going to walk away.

Well, what are you going to do?

I'm going to talk
to that journalist again.

No.
Why? It worked last time.

Hey.
I don't care about me, Sam.

Well, what about Frank?

What's the point of any of this
if we just stop?

Wait.

Alright, I'll talk to Macca.

It's great. Fantastic.

MI6, gangs, cover-ups.

It's the perfect scoop.

So you'll print it?
No way on God's earth.

First, I like proof.
It's never stopped you before.

Second, I like being alive.

So you think MI6
would have you assassinated?

No. But I think the gangs would.

Oh, Mac,
what kind of journalist are you?

One that's still around.

You come back to me in ten years.

We'll talk about passion, idealism,

if you're still alive
and not drowning in this stuff.

I don't judge your road.

I've seen too many people take it.

I might have even been
one of those people.

I'll run your story
if somebody arrests the gang.

But I'm not going after them.

Speaking of idealism...

..your Mrs Simpson's
seeing the world as it really is

for the first time.

Trouble with opening your eyes,

it's very, very hard to close them
again without a bit of help.

She's not my Mrs Simpson.

The boat captain's
got to come back eventually.

You've been down there
two nights now.

How long are you going to
keep this up?

As long as it takes.

The gang's not going to
close down the whole operation

over one little hiccup.

They've probably changed tack.
A different drug.

A different warehouse.

Sam, what are you doing this for?

Mrs Simpson is no longer our client.

Ah...

Unless she's something more.
What are you talking about?

She's married.

Yes.

If you really want to pursue this,
I'll support you.

But your friendship with
Mrs Simpson will compromise her.

Miss Chen.

Mr Harrison.

Please do not speak.

I understand that our date was
lovely and you may desire another,

but can I please save you
the embarrassment of being refused?

So if I did ask, I would be refused?

Why, yes, of course.

OK. Can I ask why?

Well, I've drawn up a list,
pros and cons.

And while there were some pros...

Well, that's good to know.

Yeah, the cons.
Right.

Well, it's a good thing that I didn't
come to ask for a second date.

Oh.

I'm being sent away.

To where?

To Saigon.

Saigon?

Why would Mr Thomas
send you to Saigon?

Is this about Maxwell Black?

About what you said to him
when you rescued me?

Conrad.

We haven't even kissed.

We haven't even kissed?

We haven't even kissed.

OK.

We could go through
all the trouble of dating,

and family, culture,
political differences.

Uh-huh.

And then finally kiss and realise
we're so completely incompatible,

it wasn't even worth
all the trouble in the first place.

Yeah.

So what do you suggest?

Oh, my God, we're in trouble.

Good evening, Lady Tuckworth.

FRANK: Sam. I always
seem to be thanking you.

Really?

Because of you, Maxwell's a hero.

His funding tracked the source
of the drug tampering.

It isn't anyone we know,
so everyone's a winner.

Including my husband.

I'm back on the Philippines project.
I fly out tomorrow.

That's wonderful.

Frank! Frank!

Thanks again.
Sure.

How did you get on?

There's no sign of the captain
or the boat.

Probably hired someone else.

And what about Macdonald?
Will he print the story?

Not without proof.

OK, then, we get some.

How? There's nothing we can do.

Sam.

Mr Miller, can you tell me
how you live with yourself?

Mrs Simpson.

I'm... not quite sure I understand.

You're willing
to sacrifice children's lives

in order to protect an informant.

And what are they
even informing on, anyway?

Some deported unionists
who haven't done anyone any harm?

That captain and the gang
he works for are doing people harm.

You're clearly a smart woman,
Mrs Simpson,

so I won't do you
the disservice of pretending

that I don't understand
what you're talking about.

I'll merely say this.

There's a greater good in ensuring
a peaceful transition of the region.

Unfortunately, there will be
some casualties along the way.

Yes. A child is dead.

And what would you have me do?

Give up the captain
so the police can arrest the gang,

put an end to this miserable trade.

That captain is dead by now.

The gang won't allow him
to inform against them.

We all make moral choices,
Mrs Simpson.

Sometimes we set out with
the best of possible intentions

and end up making more
difficult decisions than we desired.

What could possibly be difficult

about deciding
who lives and who dies?

The children and the captain...

What could be more difficult

than deciding to be faithful
to your husband?

You expose me, I'll expose you.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Of course.

And I have no idea
what you are talking about.

Good evening, Mrs Simpson.

CLAIRE: How could he know?

We've been so careful.

MI6.

They make it their job to know.

They've probably
been sitting on it for months.

Even if he says something,
we just deny it.

We could try.

The damage would be done.

We're not even
really together anymore, are we?

Even if we are, what do I care?

I don't care what
those narrow-minded people think.

Frank would be finished.

So what do we do?

We stop.

It's the sensible thing.

I'll be back as soon as I can.
Promise.

I love you.

(Door closes)

(Car engine starts)

Hey, hey!

Where is she, Hue Lin, my sister?

She was pregnant, wasn't she?

Whose baby is that? Can't say.
I need you to look after him.

This is gonna get you killed, man.

In our society,
you don't simply marry a person.

You embrace their whole family.

But a member of my household betrayed
me in keeping the secret.

She cannot go unpunished.

If they find her,
they're gonna kill her.

If I find her, she lives.

No. I slit her throat
and fed her to the crabs,

like my grandfather ordered.

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