All language subtitles for Due South s01e06 Chinatown.eng

Chinatown

You want your soggy chop
suey, you go to the 'burbs.

Down here, it's the real deal.

Fish heads, bird nest soup, shark fins so
fresh they're still swimming in the bowl.

But ya gotta act like a regular, otherwise
they stick you with yesterday's mooshoo.

Well, I'll just follow your lead, then.

Yeah, just try not to
hold the menu upside down.

Oh dear.

Uh, you see that sign?

That includes you.

No, no, no. You can't
take that attitude.

It's a health regulation.
There's a very good reason for it.

Yeah, you stink.

Ray, please, he's
already feeling excluded.

Well, he should feel
excluded, he's an animal.

Well, there you go. Now
you've done it. Satisfied?

Strangely, yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How could you be out of bird nest soup?
There's gotta be one in every tree.

The wonton soup is excellent.

I'm going to take a break, Dad.

All right, look just give us a couple
of orders of mandarin duck, will ya?

Sorry, no duck.

How about a chili dog?

Uh, Ray? May I?

Yeah go ahead Benny,
but it's in Chinese.

Oh, so I see.

And try not to order anything
with internal organs, will ya?

Uh . "dai yut, dai Sei, yung gnai choii,
bok fon, gai uyp dip sei gyup tim."

Ho go do je sai. Do je sai.

Ng goi.

How did you do that?

I just went with the specials.

But she worries too much.

I know, I know.

My grandparents helped set up an English
language library in China before the revolution.

And they taught me the Cantonese/Mandarin
dialects when I was little.

But I'm afraid I've forgotten almost all
the Fuchow and Amoy-swatow that I knew.

Oh yeah, I hate when that happens.

You think he's all right?

Who?

Diefenbaker.

He's a wild animal!

He didn't look all right.

Now who would go off and leave
a nice dog like you. Nice cookie?

Sei ho, chow fun, dow sei
jueng, hom sui gok, sei yow.

Got a light?

Sure.

Oops. Sorry.

No problem.

Go, go!

Let go! Let go of me!

Glass.

Certainly.

Excuse me.

Oh, no, Benny, not the window! I
don't think they have doors in Canada.

Ray! Kidnapping! Call for assistance!

Unit 3-4-2,
request a back-up.

English. Speak English.

Who was it?

Nobody saw anything.

So, you were sitting up there when
this supposed crime took place where?

Approximately 35
meters south-southwest.

And you saw this from across the room, through
the pagoda and around the corner, right?

No, I heard it.

You heard it.

You heard it.

Tell me Fraser, what exactly
does a kidnapping sound like?

Well, in this case, there was the
sound of a foot breaking glass.

This was followed by the
scream of a female bystander,

and then the squeal of tires as the
vehicle pulled away from the curb.

And did you happen to hear
a license plate number, too?

No, no. The license was obscured by mud.

You know what we have here, Jack? Another
case of speeding with a dirty license plate.

Damn! This city's going to hell.

I did find this. Whoever was kidnapped must
have tried to escape through the rear window.

I believe you'll find
that's human blood.

Ah, someone nicked
themselves while driving.

This case keeps getting worse and worse.

Mm hmm.

Okay the owner says he didn't
get out in time to see anything.

Likewise everyone else on the block.

So no witnesses, no victim, no evidence.
You know what this sounds like, Louis?

A UFO sighting?

I'm afraid so. It's all yours, Vecchio.

You guys going back to the donut shop so
soon? Yeah, thanks for your fine police work.

Thank you, Vecchio.

Okay, have you humiliated
me enough for one night,

or do we need to cruise the neighborhood
so you can smell out a robbery?

No, I think we're
still needed here, Ray.

The kidnappers are bound to
make contact sooner or later.

With who? We don't even
know who was kidnapped.

No, but I will wager that Mr. Lee does.

Did you notice the restaurant next door?

Yeah, it was packed, so what?

Well, based on the menus
displayed in the window,

Mr. Lee's prices are cheaper by half and yet
his restaurant sits empty on a Saturday night.

Yeah, well, if he stocked up a little
better he'd have a fighting chance.

No restaurateur would allow his key ingredients
to be depleted, at least not willingly.

So you think he's being squeezed.

Yes, I do.

Look, it's a mom and pop establishment.
There's no money here. Who would bother?

Well, I don't know. But whoever it is,
I think they just raised the stakes.

Where is my son?

My people tell me he has been kidnapped.

I was shocked, certainly,
but not surprised.

For some time now there has been talk
of drugs, of gambling debts unpaid.

Those are lies.

Of course, but let us
keep at the issue at hand.

As you know I have the
resources to find your son.

I offer to do this and return him to you.
In return I would ask a similar favor.

You will stop the lies you are
spreading about me in the community

and you will demonstrate your respect
for us by accepting the reasonable

and generous business offer we
have made to you in the past.

Do this and I will
find your son for you.

Will you please give him what he wants.

You cannot do that!

He has my son!

He'll come for ours next,
if you give in to him...

You were the one who told us to stand together
when the Tong came to our neighborhood.

If you give in, we all go down.

Mr. Lee? I'm terribly sorry to intrude.

Excuse me?

It was your son they took, wasn't it?

We will speak later,
my friends. Goodnight.

I wasn't able to see the occupants clearly,
but one of them was wearing kitchen whites.

Your son, he never came
back from his break.

Thank you for your concern,

but whoever this unfortunate boy is
there is nothing you can do for him.

You do not realize what will happen
to him if the police get involved.

The Tong makes the law down here.

I don't think you believe that, Mr. Lee.

And if you give them what
they want they'll take it,

and they'll still betray you.

Perhaps. But this boy's father may not have any
choice but to trust they will keep their word.

There's a wise Chinese expression. Under the
fragrant bait you will find a hooked fish.

I cannot help you. Please, go.

'Under the fragrant bait
you will find a hooked fish'?

Do you have any idea what you're
saying? You sound like a fortune cookie.

What did I tell you? Talking
nice gets you nowhere.

These people come from a culture
that only responds to strength.

That's a cultural stereotype, Ray.

Yeah, look who's talking.

Mr. Lee heard what I had to
say. Now he'll make his choice.

Yep, and that's the
last we'll see of him.

It's all right, Mr.
Lee. Just take your time.

For years, the Tong
ignored our neighborhood,

concentrating on the more
prosperous merchants of Chinatown.

Then Charlie Wong came to town.

Heard of him. Heard he's hungry.

He wanted to make a name for himself.

I told him to get lost and I
encouraged my neighbors to do the same.

That's why he took David.

He didn't actually say
he has your son, did he?

He's not a stupid man.

Well, you did the right thing in coming
to us, Mr. Lee. We will find your son.

Yes.

Okay, now I want you to tell us as close as you
can remember exactly what he said on the phone.

Gentleman. I hear Mr. Lee is
prepared to make a statement.

Good going, Jack. See what happens when
you take the donut holes out of your ears?

Pack it up, Vecchio. You
called us in. It's our case.

You, out. You, stay put.

No. You, out. You, stay put.

Touch this again, I'll toss you out.

Perhaps we should all step out.

Good idea. Agents Ford and Deeter,
FBI. We're taking over the case.

Hey! I just bought that.

Hmmph.

All right, one at a time.

Kidnapping is a federal offense.
There is no discussion here.

Lieutenant, they just can't
walk in and kick us off our case.

It's not your case, it's my case.

Yeah, right, Ray.

Uh, sir, perhaps I can be of assistance.

Who's he?

He's a Mountie.

What's he doing here?

I'm never entirely sure.

Leftenant, I understand your dilemma.

In Canada, we have more than a
passing familiarity with confusion.

We're comprised of 10 provinces
and 2 territories communicating

across 6 time zones in
2 official languages.

The English don't understand the French,
the French don't understand the English,

and the Inuit, quite frankly, couldn't
give a damn about either of them.

Added to the equation is the
Assembly of First Nations,

with a total of 633 separate Indian
bands speaking 180 sub-dialects

among their 50 linguistic groups.

And as if that weren't enough, there
are some fisherman on the east coast

with a remarkably
whimsical accent--

There is a point to this, I assume?

Oh yes sir. I believe so. The key
that we have found is compromise.

I would suggest we devise the plan that would
use everyone to the best of their abilities.

This man knows nothing about
police work. Get him out of here.

Ray, please.

I thank you for your time.

It is settled now. You will help my son.

The FBI is on the case now,
Mr. Lee. They'll help you.

But I don't know those
men. Can I trust them?

I want wire taps on the
restaurant and on the home phones.

And I want background checks on everyone
in the restaurant including the victim.

Oh, and I want two of our best people
undercover in Chinatown. Get McClusky and O'Hara.

Roger.

You the kid's father? In here.

Put your trust in the law.

Are you nuts? The kid is done for.

The FBI guys couldn't find Waldo if
they took the book home for the weekend.

I said trust in the law, Ray, that doesn't
mean we can't give the law a leg up.

Atta boy, Benny, now you're
talking! So where do we start?

In here.

Benny? This is a closet.

I know.

How long are we gonna sit in here? You
see, I have this thing about the dark.

I mean-I mean I've dealt with
it. I'm comfortable with it.

I mean-I mean it's not like
I'm afraid of the dark. Hey!

No, no. Three in a closet
is where I draw the line.

Would everyone please settle
down? I'm trying to listen.

To what?

Shhhh. I'm not certain but it
sounds like 'doowsh, doowsh.'

What does that sound like to you?

How about the sound of my
job going down the toilet?

I'm sitting in a dark closet with a
Mountie being licked by a deaf wolf...

That was the wolf,wasn't it?

Yes, Ray.

Oh, thank God! So what the
hell we doing in here anyway?

I'm recreating the sounds
of the kidnapping in my mind.

The noise the limo made
after it sped out of sight.

If I can piece these noises together
it should lead us to David Lee.

There. There we go.

What is it?

I think it's a clunk.
No. No wait a minute.

It's a thud. Definitely a thud.

But what does it mean?

It doesn't matter what it means.
All that matters now is to remember.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

I saw you guys come in here.

Ah, well we were just um...have you ever
heard of a sound that goes 'doowsh doowsh.'

No more listening in closets, okay?

I'm sorry, Ray.

Is it strictly necessary to
humiliate me every step of the way?

I mean is it
necessary--

Ray, Ray. Please, I can't
have the both of you sulking.

Well are you coming?

You know, you-you let a wolf save your
life, they make you pay and pay and pay.

That's why I don't own a wolf.

I don't like this Jack. I feel dirty.

There's no time for scruples, Louis.
We've got to get back on this case.

I hate these FBI guys. Why
would I want to help them?

Because that's how it works. We
scratch their backs, they scratch ours.

They broke my tape recorder.

Louis, try to grasp this concept.

A Mountie and a badly dressed Italian
are solving more cases than we are.

Our image is tarnished,
our case load had slipped,

and I spend more time plucking out
gray hairs than I do with my tailor.

We need a break.

I know that, Jack. I've
got a tailor, too, you know.

So think. We're dealing with the feds here.
What's the one thing they want most from this case?

To get the credit?

Exactly. So we help them get the credit
and we keep some for ourselves. All right?

All right.

You cool?

Yeah.

Good.

Yeah, I'm cool.

Well, the car that was used
in the kidnapping. What was it?

Lincoln Town Car. Late model.

Is that a common car to Chicago?

Nah. There couldn't be more
than five thousand of them.

Do you think we can get a manual?

Yeah.

Do you know what this is?

No.

It's a bug. You know how to plant one?

What do you think?

I think you're morons. But do it right
and we'll bring you in for the kill.

Louis. He just called you a moron.

This is exactly what I
was afraid would happen.

Ray, please.

You cannot track a Lincoln Town
Car through the streets of Chicago.

It's not like a beaver. It doesn't leave
nice little tail tracks in the tundra.

Wait.

What is it?

We've picked up their trail.

Why do I feel more and more like
Dale Evans? Hey, Roy, wait for me !

I thought you said it was a clunk.

No, it was more like a thud accompanied
by a chkkkk and followed by a tccchhh.

Spend a lot of time
alone as a child, Fraser?

Yes. What is this?

It's a pothole!

This is it.

How do you know?

Look at this.

Yeah, that looks like where
the tailpipe mighta hit.

And these?

Two tire tracks, but if this is a
Lincoln, they didn't lay much rubber.

Well maybe the tire didn't have much left.
What does the manual say about the wheel base?

Seventy inches.

What's the distance from the
tailpipe to the left rear wheel?

Thirty-three inches.

This is the car, and they turned right.

Oh great. Now we know the Lincoln turned
right before it disappeared into thin air.

Is this what you call a hot
trail up in the north country?

Look at this.

What is it?

Mud.

Mud. You found mud. Now
that is something amazing.

The license plate was
intentionally obscured.

Now this piece must have fallen
off when they hit that bump.

Now see this? It could be
the negative image of a 3.

Yeah or a 5 or an 8. In other words, we're
nowhere, the trail is over and we got zip.

Not necessarily. What
does it smell like?

Mud.

But what else?

Mud and fresh towels?

Exactly.

What are you doing?

That is the only piece of physical
evidence we have and you're destroying it.

Well, the mud isn't the evidence we need,
Ray. This is. Do you see these white flecks?

Yeah so?

Watch this.

Soap!

How many laundries
are there in this area?

Fraser, this is Chinatown.

And how many laundries are
there directly on the river?

The river.

This is fine grain alluvial mud. It's only found
close to a river bank. Do you have your phone?

Yeah.

Hello?

Elaine.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, Vecchio. How many Chinese laundries
are there right on the river bank?

Why? You two having trouble
squeezing into a booth?

Elaine.

You know, occasionally
just occasionally,

you might want to consider
doing your own grunt work

instead of foisting it off on me with
out so much as a word of appreciation.

Okay, I appreciate you, Elaine.

Eh, who cares.

Elaine, we really appreciate you.

Really?

The laundry, Elaine?

Yeah. Here we go. Looks like there's only
one. 2193-A China Place. Sho Ma Laundry.

Thanks, Elaine.

And they called you a moron.

You know what we're going to find in
there? Six old ladies playing mah-jongg.

Maybe, maybe not.

Soap.

Police! Freeze!

So much for your mud and soap theory.

Whoever kidnapped David
Lee was here last night.

At least four of them.
They bound him in duct tape.

What is it?

Listen.

Oh, Benny, not again.

Shhh.

Get back!

Front door!

Across the street.

Since when do thugs start
wearing flak jackets? Oh, no!

This is the FBI. You are
surrounded. Throw down your weapons.

Oh great!

What kind of idiot are you?!

You eavesdrop on my phone call.

You blast in there with assault weapons, and
everyone in Chinatown knows we're on the case.

Who's fault is that, Detective?
This is a federal investigation.

You were specifically
instructed not to interfere.

Leftenant, David Lee and his
kidnapper were in that building.

The tire tracks in the alley confirm
this and there's more evidence inside.

Now if we can just
gain access to--

No! This is a crime scene. I will not
have unauthorized personnel entering that--

Where is he? My son? You have found him?

No I'm afraid not, Mr. Lee.

But all the police. The shooting.

Look, uh, Mr. Lee. We're
sorry to disappoint you,

but things like these happen in
the course of an investigation.

So if you'll take your
wife and go home, please.

I see. Nothing to be concerned about.

My son is in the hands of the killers

and I should go home and wait for
you to shoot up some other places!

We're doing everything we can, sir.
He's hysterical, get him out of here.

He's on his way in.

Good. Take him into interrogation.

Who? Take up who?

You! Come into Chinatown.
You bring the police. FBI.

What do you think will happen
when Charlie Wong hears of this?

What do you think he will do to my son?

We will deal with Mr. Wong.

No! No!

Charlie Wong? Are you crazy?

The victim is still out there
and you bring in his kidnapper?

As you pointed out, Detective, all of
Chinatown already knows we're involved.

It's time to take the bull by the horns.

He's right. You're an idiot.

You've done this to me.
You've killed my son.

This is what you get for
trying to help someone?

No, he's right.

You didn't blow up
Chinatown. The feds did.

But I led them there. I did this.

I need this one, sir.

Come on, Detective. You
know I can't do that.

The fed's a horse's ass.
He's gonna blow this.

It's his investigation.
Look, maybe I can make a call.

Maybe we can have him replaced.

That kid'll be dead by
then, sir. I need this one.

Come on.

Where?

I have this room I go to when I
need to close my eyes and listen.

Out.

But I
was just--

Trust me. There are things a lot
more painful than gum disease.

It's not very polite, Ray.

You like that? You're
going to love this.

We're eavesdropping, aren't we?

I'll make sure they take
your merit badge away later.

The police cannot distinguish
between Chinese and Japanese,

let alone an honest Chinese
from a dishonest one.

I don't think there's much doubt
which category you fall into, Charlie.

Where is David Lee?

I hear he's been abducted.

What's that?

What?

It sounds like uh...chk chk.

Will you stop that?

I offered to help his
family in anyway I could.

Unfortunately the situation
appears to be out of my control.

I think you underestimate
yourself, Mr. Wong.

I think you know exactly where David Lee is.
And I think you're just the guy to tell us.

Why do you think that, Agent Ford?

Because if you don't, we're
going to invoke the RICO Act.

Raid your place of business, seize
your assets and shut you down.

So I should be frightened.

Even though you have
absolutely no evidence

which would connect me to the unfortunate
disappearance of this young man.

Kidnapping is gravy.

All we need is evidence of
racketeering and threats of extortion

and we can take every penny
you've made since kindergarten.

I don't doubt your zeal, Agent
Ford, but if you had such evidence,

I don't think you'd be sitting here explaining
the RICO Act to me. You would have acted.

You've given us our evidence, Mr. Wong.

You laid it right in our laps. You
threatened the wrong shopkeeper, Charlie.

He can't do this.

He was just downstairs. What
do you think he was doing, huh?

Mr. Lee is willing to testify to your conversation,
and racketeering puts you away for twenty.

Now you kill his son, and it
only makes him a stronger witness.

You have no witness.

Mr. Wong's lawyer.

This is a writ of habeas corpus ordering
you to release Mr. Wong immediately.

Let's go, Charlie.

Gentlemen.

He's just killed them both.

I'll give you what you
want. Give me back my son.

Please.

I don't understand, Mr. Lee.

Yesterday you were prepared to
sacrifice your son for your pride.

I offered you my protection, my help.

I extended my hand in friendship and you spit
on it. And now you betray me to the police.

Forgive me. I'll give
you anything you ask.

Too late.

No!

Where is your pride now, old man?
You want to do something for your son?

Yes.

Give me what I deserve.
A simple show of respect.

Anything.

My office. One hour.

And Mr. Lee,Be sure to walk.

All of your neighbors must see you pay
respect to the man who will save your son.

Fraser, what are you doing?
Fraser, will you get off the floor?

Fraser! Okay, that's it.

I'm not going to stand here and watch
while you eat hairballs off the floor.

It's not those, Ray. It's
these. Nail clippings.

That's the sound
Charlie Wong was making.

Oh, that's too bad, cause I thought
you had something incriminating,

like his nose hairs.

It's not the nails
we're interested in, Ray.

It's what's underneath them.

Fraser, this guy wears
two-thousand-dollar suits, okay?

He's not going to walk around
with dirt under his nails.

Well exactly. Which means anything
we find had to have been collected

since he showered this morning.

No! No! Oh, don't do
that! Don't, don't, don't.

Close your eyes it won't bother you.

Okay, just hurry up will you? Well?

Potassium nitrate and a touch of sulfur.

That's gun powder.

Not ordinary gun powder.
It's very low grade.

It's not like anything I've ever tasted.

Do you do this a lot? Try to solve
cases by gnawing on ammunition?

Well, I admit, it is a calculated
risk, Ray, but...I am a professional.

This is not for amateurs.

Hello! Hello? Hello?
Pay and pay and pay.

Charlie Wong. My husband is planning
to go to him. To humble himself.

To get the release of our son.

I love my son. He's all we have,

but I trust a snake not to bite
before I trust Charlie Wong.

Where are they meeting?

There's a club near
the end of our street.

Wong and his people use it as if
it is theirs. One hour from now.

Thank you.

I want my family back.

We're gonna stop 'em?

If he doesn't show up,
Charlie will kill his son.

And if he does, he'll kill 'em both.

Yes. So that gives us
45 minutes to find David.

How? We don't even know
where the hell we're going.

I think we do.

Firecrackers? Sorry,
Fraser, not good enough.

Why not? It's gun
powder, it's low grade...

In case you didn't realize, Mr.
Mountie, you cannot buy, sell,

or manufacture fireworks
anywhere in the city of Chicago.

That is unless you have
a license to exhibit.

City ordinance section
fifteen dash twenty.

You read that?

There's a world of information
at your local library, Ray.

You still there, Elaine?

Three. Quan Lew and Yellow Dragon
Fireworks, both on the south side,

and Lucky Day
Pyrotechnics on Barrington.

Thank you kindly, Elaine.

Yeah, thanks Elaine.

Uh-huh.

Your call.

We'll try the one on Barrington.

That's right in Charlie Wong's backyard.

You actually think he's
going to keep the kid there?

He's there. Keep your friends
close, but your enemies closer.

Another wise Chinese guy?

No, Robert Fraser, my father.

Barrington. It's just ahead on the left.

Got him.

Where's the kid?

You're a cop. You won't shoot me.

I'm not that good a cop.

Upstairs. At the back.

How many?

Two. Three.

Ladies first.

Give me five minutes then
come down and get him.

Leave the bodies in the
alley. I want them found.

You got it. You want to start
smoking, now would be a good time.

Ray, gunpowder!

Oh you gotta be kidding me!

You all right?

Where's my father?

One crisis at a time, kid.
I think they're reloading.

You sure?

Not entirely.

Now they're reloading.

Go!

Freeze!

You all right?

Fine.

You've made a wise choice. Come in.

Where's my son?

Where is my tribute?

You stupid old man. Do you know
what you've done to your son? Do you?

Please, I beg you.

No. No more.

Don't move, Wong! Up against
the wall! Up against the wall!

Thank you.

If you're expecting an apology, you've
got another think coming, mister.

Pay and pay and pay.

This is the FBI. You are
surrounded. Throw down your weapons!

Well, you have to admire their timing.

Shouldn't we stay and
fill out some reports?

Well, no. We have to
leave 'em something to do.

Nice shot, by the way...knocking
it out of the guy's hand.

Oh, you liked that?

Oh, I was impressed.

I thought you would be.

You were aiming for...

His chest.

Oh. I think I should adjust your sights.

I'd appreciate that. You hungry?

Mm-hmm.

know a nice little place
right around the corner.

I know what it is, I'm an idiot.

I meet this guy, he's like no one
I've ever met before, you know?

Warm, caring, sensitive...the kind
that really rips your guts out.

And right there, right
there, I shoulda known.

There should have been this big neon
sign flashing in ten foot high letters,

'Elaine, you're about to make
a complete fool of yourself!'

I mean, just who the
hell does he think he is?

Coming around here with that
dopey-looking grin, saying things like,

'Good morning, Elaine.'
'How are you today, Elaine?'

'Thank you kindly for your time, Elaine.'
Like I'm supposed to just take that?

And the minute you let him
get to you, you can't sleep,

your skin starts to break out,
and the next thing you know,

you're wandering around supermarkets humming
tunes by the Carpenters at the top of your lungs!

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

At least I won't be the
only one who breaks out.

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