All language subtitles for Year.Of.The.Dragon.1985.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AG].ENG

Aah!

Come on. Back up.

Come on, move back a little bit.

Step back. Come on, let
the funeral through.

Come on, step back.

Get Laura. That's the daughter.

Get a close-up. Go to her.

Come on.

Hey!

Don't touch the camera!

John, let's get McKenna.

Captain McKenna.

Captain McKenna, any leads
in the murder of Jackie wong?

Nothing at this time.

Do you think this killing means

there is some kind of war

going on in the Chinatown tongs?

No, I don't.

This is basically a situation

where the youth
gangs are lashing out

at the establishment.

The community is cooperating.

The situation's under control.

Hey, kid.

What's going on?

We got to talk,
Lenny privately.

Sure. Some funeral, huh?

So, what's new, kid?

Listen.

No news this week,

but I got some pretty
good uptown you should try.

I'll give you a
taste for nothing.

You greaseball don't
listen so good, Lenny.

What are you talking about?

I thought it was loud and clear.

This is our street now.

You want to stay on this street,

you pay us like everybody else.

Hey, come on, Ronnie. Me?

You want to extort
money from me?

You know who you're
talking to here?

You know who my cousins are?

Fuck your cousins. No
one rides free anymore.

You owe me money.

It's 300 a week to
operate out of here.

4 weeks, that's
1,200 bucks you owe.

You come across canal street

and start throwing
your weight around here?

You little scumbag.

You're going to end up with
a wire around your neck.

Now get out before
I kick your ass.

Hey, kid

The rumor is that
Jackie wong was more

than the unofficial
mayor of Chinatown,

that he was also the
head of a secret triad.

Jackie wong, no
question, will be missed.

He was loved.

He made money for his people.

But the head of a secret triad?

There's no triads in New York.

I'm sure, captain McKenna,
you've at least heard old rumors

that wong's
successor, Harry Yung,

was a corrupt
Hong Kong policeman

who came here with $15 million.

$15 million?

That's a good one.

Somebody should
tell Harry Yung, then.

I have no further
comments at this time.

Get that? Ok.

You're a hell of a
reporter, honey.

But you've been talking to a guy

with a bag on his head
and cotton in his ears

and a stick up his ass.

You stick around, you
might learn something.

Who are you?

Just ask for Stanley white.

Which Stanley white?

There's only one Stanley white.

Hello, will. How's
the view up there?

You can see a long way.

Still believe in keeping a
high police profile, huh?

If you wore your uniform
once in a while, white,

you'd know that
police visibility

is the strongest
deterrent to crime.

Well, will, it doesn't
look like you're deterring

too much around here lately.

Aren't you in the
wrong precinct, captain?

Not really. They gave
me a new command.

Oh, yeah? What
did they give you?

Chinatown.

That's right, will. They
just cut off your oats.

Why?

Because of this?

How was I supposed
to prevent this?

How am I supposed to
prevent anything around here?

Come on, will. I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.

What the hell?

I told you before,
man. No pictures.

John!

Go to her.

Right there.

Get Laura wong. Get
the close-up, come on.

That's the daughter.

I'm not going to
tell you people

hey, don't touch the camera.

Don't touch the camera!

Hey, that's enough!

Hey, what'd I tell you people,
man? Get on out of here!

Come on. Move aside, huh?

He's over there in the back.

Tell me when, ok?

Tell me when.

Ok?

And so with the passing
of dai Jackie wong,

a piece of Chinatown
history passes with him.

This is Tracy tzu, wkxt news.

Mott street, Chinatown.

What are you doing
around here, huh?

Girl: What? Just hanging out.

Let go, man.

What you doing?

Girl: You bastards!

There's nothing down here, man.

It's no raid.

Keep on playing.

No problem.

Looking for uncle Harry.

Uncle Harry?

Where's Harry?

Not here quite long. Maybe bank.

You tell Harry I'm coming over.

I'm looking for uncle
Harry. Harry Yung.

Where are you going?

Is Harry in there?

Where are you going?

Wait, wait, wait!

I thought we should
all have a little talk,

seeing we're both
new at our jobs.

Why did you go to
the gambling place?

We have the same arrangement

over a long period of time.

No policeman ever go

to gambling club.

Foolish man. Rude.

I'm going to have to
tell your superiors.

Well, it won't
be the first time,

uncle Harry.

I'm glad you guys are here.
Saves me some lung power.

This is it. I'll give
it to you fast.

There's a new marshal in town.

Me.

New marshal means new rules.

New rules means no
more street violence.

You collar the gangs.

I don't want to see their faces

unless they're bringing
me spareribs in a restaurant.

I don't care what you do.

Get 'em jobs catching
cockroaches.

I don't care. But you
get them off the streets.

Nobody can control the gangs.

Everybody knows that.

Too big a problem.

Captain, Chinatown behind you,

all the way in favor
of what you do.

You take gang kid in the alley.

You put bag over their head.

You beat them with club.

Chinatown behind you 100%.

100%.

Good.

Because I'm going
to need your help.

I'm going to put a stop
to all this bribe-paying

and extortion to the gangs.

I want the help

of all 60 family and
merchant associations.

Wait a minute, captain.

This is very difficult
very, very difficult.

It's a long history.

For thousands of years,

Chinese do not go to the police.

If they go to the police,
they'll get in trouble.

So I'll tell you straight.

Nobody will come to see you.

No disrespect is intended
to the police by our remarks,

but if the citizens of Chinatown

regard what you call
extortion and bribery

as part of the cost
of doing business

and have felt that way
for thousands of years,

why should you be so concerned?

What about the ones
that don't want to pay?

You know, captain,

when I first came to New York,

I worked as a waiter
in a restaurant.

I saw something terrible happen

because my boss
did not want to pay.

I signed a complaint

against a gang leader
who was arrested.

The next day, he was
out on the streets again.

Now, 6 months go
by before his trial,

and the police chief was
transferred to the Bronx.

This was, what, 6 or 7
chiefs before McKenna.

7.

And the new chief
dropped the charges.

3 months later, I got
stabbed right here.

Sure. See?

You must understand, captain.

To us, your good
samaritan was a fool

to risk the
security of his family

to help a stranger.

You're too impressed
with yourself.

Fuck you.

What did you say?

I said fuck you!

I'm tired of all this
Chinese this, Chinese that.

You people,

you think gambling, extortion,
corruption are kosher

because it's a
thousand years old?

Well, all this
thousand-year-old stuff,

it's a lot of shit to me.

This is america
you're living in,

and it's 200 years old,

so you better get
your clocks fixed.

You're not special,

and you're not beyond the law

any more than the puerto
ricans or the polacks.

So we're all going
to obey the law

the way it says.

So start doing something
about it and fast,

or you're all going to suffer.

You can believe that.

Morning, Stan.

Morning, Stan.

Both: Hi, Stan.

Good morning, Stan.

He's early.

He's always early.

I got a complaint
about you already.

Well, there's a line
around the block.

Harry Yung was very upset

about you busting into
his place of business.

He says you're threatening

the arrangement we've
always had with these people.

Is that true?

Well, what is this arrangement?

I mean, is it carved in stone?

Did it come out of a
burning bush or something?

What the hell did
you rush in there for?

You made him lose face.
You made us lose face.

You got no respect?

They were just sitting
there having breakfast.

What kind of
evidence did you have

to go in there like that?

That's the point, Lou.
With these people,

you're not going
to have any evidence.

You're talking shit, Stanley.

Lou, I didn't buy
this job at Macy's.

You gave it to me.

And I told you to kick
ass on the youth gangs.

Not the old guys. You
lay off them, you hear?

The fifth precinct's
a nice, quiet area.

A good springboard
for promotion,

if you get my meaning.

Lou, I've been down
there one goddamn day.

It doesn't take a genius

to figure out
something's going on.

There's going to be blood
flowing in the gutters.

These Chinese are going
to muscle across the canal.

They're going to
push the mafia out.

I'm talking banks, real
estate, drug money

who told you all this? The DEA?

They've been peddling
that cock and bullshit

Chinese mafia theory for years,

and they never made
a case in Chinatown.

I wouldn't believe
nothing those clowns said.

Lou, you don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

The mafia concept's
not even Italian.

It's Chinese.

It's Chinese!

It was invented in
China 1,000 years ago.

They call them triads.

Triads.

And that's what we have here.

We have the offshoots
of the Hong Kong triads.

The Hong Kong triads.

Stanley, you're
letting your imagination

run away with you.

Like hell I am.

These people are the
biggest overall importers

of heroin in this country.

And the fact that we
don't have one single bust

against one of these
guys tells me something.

They're smart, Lou. They're
smarter than you are

and kearney, this
Irish sphinx over here.

At least I didn't change
my name, wizynski.

What do you want?

You want to attack Chinatown

with the 82nd airborne?

You're not in
Vietnam here, Stanley.

There the difference was I
never saw the goddamn enemy.

Here, they're right
in front of my eyes.

They got no place
to hide, no jungle.

Stanley, this is just like

the south Bronx and red hook.

You got a bunch of
juvenile delinquents,

youth gangs.

Call them what you want

snot-nose chink scumbags.

Now go and kick their asses.

That's what you're good at.

Youth gangs? Lou,
these are midget hit men.

You know what your
problem is, Stanley?

You move through this department

like a piece of heavy machinery.

Nobody likes you, Stanley.

They all tell you
you're a great cop,

but they don't like you.

So what?

Just put my request
through, will you?

Kearney, it's a
pleasure talking to you.

It's like one hand clapping.

All of a sudden this
job's made you an expert?

He's got a thing for chinks.

Yoo-hoo, Connie.

I'm home.

I'm here.

Where you been? I
been calling for 2 days.

You don't answer
the phone anymore?

Connie, what the
hell's going on here?

Don't ask. It's the
washing machine again.

While I was at
it, I fixed the sink.

Jesus.

Connie, why don't you
ever call a repairman?

You're living in the past,
Stanley. You find one.

Hey, look at this mess.

Buy me a new machine,

but don't break
my balls, Stanley.

Been trying to fix
this thing for 3 hours,

and I'm not in the mood.

Hey, I didn't say anything.

Yeah, but you were
going to, weren't you?

I can always tell

when you're in a
ball-breaking mood..

Connie, what the hell
is wrong with you?

I walk in the door.

You don't even say
hello. You don't smile.

All you do is you say,

Stanley, don't break my balls.

I mean, what kind of
relationship is this?

You don't care about
our relationship.

I do care.

I do care about
our relationship.

Come on.

I just want to know why
you're so angry all the time.

Well, Stanley, it's
because you have become

an arrogant, self-centered,

condescending son of a bitch.

Well, you have to admit, Connie,

there's a lot to
be arrogant about.

Oh, don't start, ok?

I'm not taking any
more of your shit, Stan.

You want to fix the
fucking washing machine,

you go ahead and fix it.

Oh, Jesus.

You fix it. I got to go to work.

Hey, lookit, I'm not having

such a great day,
either, you know?

I thought you said
you had the night off.

I thought maybe we
could go out or something.

They shifted me back to nights.

What is biting your ass?

Don't tell me it's
the washing machine.

No. Nothing.

Because I don't expect anything

from you anymore, Stanley.

Well, what is that
supposed to mean?

It means you bombed out.

You forgot. You weren't here.

You missed target practice.

What?

Wednesday.

Wednesday.

The day of my ovulation.

I forgot.

Don't bullshit me, Stan.

I don't like it.

I'm getting the picture, ok?

It's clear as ice.

If you really wanted a kid

of course I want a kid.

No. No.

You'd take care
of yourself a bit.

You'd sleep decent hours.

You'd eat regular.

You'd take your vitamins.

You promised me you'd
take your vitamin e.

I paid 50 bucks for this.

And you'd notice
me once in a while

at the right time of month.

How the hell do
we stand a chance

when you're not even
home for a week at a time?

Hey, I'm sorry.

I know you're sorry.
You said that last month

and the month before that!

All right, I'll tell you what.

Next month, we'll
take a weekend off.

We'll go up to that
place in the poconos,

the place your brother-in-law
is always talking about

the place with the
heart-shaped tubs.

We could try there.

Don't give me all that.

Don't treat me like an idiot.

It doesn't work anymore.

It doesn't work.

Oh!

Shit!

Good evening, miss tzu.

Hi. How are you?

We're very happy
you're joining us tonight.

This way, please.

How are you?

This is miss tzu.

How do you do?

Thank you.

I didn't think you'd show up.

Well, I guess I had
to get a closer look

at the jerk who
insulted me on the street.

What would you like to drink?

Tea.

Why didn't you tell
me who you were?

Hostile, aren't you?

I showed up, didn't I?

Why don't you have
some spareribs?

They have great spareribs
here, but lousy lighting.

You ever wonder about that?

Why the inside of a
Chinese restaurant

makes you feel like

you're inside a
motor vehicle bureau.

Feel like I'm waiting
for an eye test.

Well, you know, the
atmosphere is not the thing.

Besides, I like Italian
food better anyway.

I'm impressed.

Are you doing your homework?

I'm scratching the surface.

So, you from Hong Kong?

No, American born.

San Francisco, the bay area.

How many generations

have your people been here?

My great-grandfather came,
worked on the railroads.

Went back.

My grandfather
worked in a gold mine.

He also went back.
They all went back

because the law wouldn't
allow their wives to come over.

Finally, my father
married a Japanese woman

and settled here in the forties.

Yeah, I know the story.
It's a pretty sad one.

Thousands of you
Chinese came over here,

and you died
building the railroads

of this country.

It says so right here.

Their bones are scattered
all over the west.

We don't even know their names.

There's a photograph here

promontory point, Utah, 1869.

It's where the union

and central pacific first met.

Take a look at it.
What do you see?

What do you see?

You see the bosses.
You see the politicians.

You see the bankers.
You see the Irish workmen.

There's not one single
solitary chinaman.

They weren't even
asked to show up.

They died anonymous.

Goddamn people

you keep everything a secret.

I know the story, captain.

Yeah, well, most people don't,

because no one
remembers in this country.

No one remembers anything.

You sound just like my father.

Sounds like a great
guy. What does he do?

He's in shipping.

Now, what's your story?

Me? What's there to say?

Uh I'm Polish. I'm
from Brooklyn.

I'm a cop, but I happen to be

the most decorated cop
in the city of New York.

I'm talking action-decorated.

No desk citations here.

I'm sure about that.

I got to admit. I saw you
a few times on the tube.

I don't watch much television,

but I think you're pretty good

and a hell of a lot
sexier than those broads

on the other channels, though.

Aw, well, captain,

very pleased you've come.

Hello.

Uncle Yung, you know Tracy tzu?

Oh, yes.

This is my wife, su shin.

Captain, do you like
Chinese champagne?

This is very good.

This is on the house, huh?

Thanks, but no thanks.
I pay my own way.

A fish stinks from
the head, does it not?

The Chinese eat
the head, captain.

Enjoy.

It looks like champagne anyway.

I think you upset him.

I certainly hope so.

Look at it this way
Harry Yung is the head

of the richest
tong in Chinatown.

He's got to be involved
in the Chinese mafia.

Even if he isn't doing anything,

he's got to be doing something.

And if I can nail
the son of a bitch,

and he's got face, I get face.

And if I get face,

I can win the war in Chinatown.

Captain, why did you call me?

What do you want?

I'll tell you what I want.

I want the rice to
boil over in Chinatown.

I want to change things.

Why? Is Chinatown
so bad the way it is?

It stinks.

Harry Yung's got this
place locked up like a jail.

You got a slave population
of sweatshop women

working for 12 cents apiece.

You got shopkeepers
paying bribes

to every punk that comes along.

You got 30 people
living in a room.

You got the highest rate
of tb and mental illness

in any city neighborhood.

You got a male population

look, I'm a reporter.

I am not a crusader.

You're an actress.

I can help you.

How?

I'll give you hard
facts off the record.

You do one of those
exposés on Chinatown.

One week, you do the
gambling connection.

The next week,

you do the youth-gang
extortion racket.

Move up the ladder

to the bosses that
own the places.

You splash their
faces on the tube.

Take a little
journalistic license.

You know what I mean.

Each week we peel
another layer off the onion.

I mean, if it was
some white broad,

they'd say it's racist,

but with you, they got to figure

it's on the up and up.

This is outrageous!

There are boundaries,
captain white ethics.

The press is independent.

It's not just another
undercover cop.

What you're asking
for is absurd.

It's almost criminal.

You wouldn't
know a real criminal

if one popped out of the toilet

and bit you on the ass.

I don't think there's any
point in going on with this.

You sit down.

You get smart. You listen to me.

Go fuck yourself.

Aah!

Aah!

Stanley!

I didn't see nothing.

2 men wearing ski masks

ran up the stairs. Boom boom.

It was all over.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all over now.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Stop crying.

Stop crying.

Stop crying.

Our banking and shipping
profits are all down.

Gold prices are slumping.

Our stocks are sluggish.

Our commodity
position has slipped.

There's no new money
coming in, gentlemen.

It's only a question of time

before the Vietnamese
start competing

with our gambling profits.

And this new policeman,

making rude noises about
Chinatown injustice and all

Then there's the
matter with the Italians.

It is perhaps time
to consider ending

the old arrangement with them.

Do like they do

sell directly to the
blacks and Puerto Ricans.

Good morning.

Good morning, chief.

Good morning, frank.

Good morning.

Good morning, commissioner.

Good morning, commissioner.

Anything to tell me
on the wild-west show

at the Shanghai
palace last night?

Yes, sir. Our information

is that it was an
east Broadway gang.

We're checking on it right now.

I wouldn't bet on
that information, sir.

You know something

your commanding
officers don't know?

No, sir.

It's just that our street
information in Chinatown

hasn't been right so far.

We're the last ones to
know what's going on there.

But the important thing is

that both of these
punks were hit,

and it's going to be
hard for them to hide.

And if I can get
to them, and I will,

then I got one
hand on their balls.

Captain white is
speaking for himself, sir.

I don't care who
he's speaking for.

We know this

these punks are whacking
out people left and right.

Tourists. I spent the last
half hour on the phone

getting my ass chewed
out by the mayor,

who is mighty pissed
off. And so am I.

What the hell has
happened to Chinatown?

It was never like this.

The causes of
this run deep, sir.

Be that as it may,

I want this crap stopped,
and I want it stopped now,

or heads are going to roll.

Am I making myself
clear to you people?

Yes, boss.

You want some fast
results, commissioner,

and no bullshit?

Let me have one
Chinese undercover cop,

and I'll penetrate these fuckers

just like we did the columbians

out in queens.

Stanley, what are
you talking about?

Have you taken this request
to your commanding officer?

Yes, sir, and it was ignored.

As was my warning

that the gutters were
going to run red with blood.

The request is under
consideration, commissioner.

This kid he wants is a trainee.

He's already got 6 Chinese cops.

I got 6 too many, commissioner.

I got 6 Chinese cops down there

no one talks to.

They treat them like lepers.

This kid, Herbert
kwong, he's from China,

and no one knows him down there.

And he don't know
shit from shinola!

He needs another
100 hours minimum.

We don't have another 100 hours.

Give him what he wants.

Now.

And get some results.

That's it.

Nobody does what
you did in here nobody.

Man: Look down when
you're holding the gun.

Make sure it's in
line with the target.

What are you doing?

You're going to fire 6 rounds.

Hold combat
positions and freeze.

The time limit will be

are you sure about this?

Yeah.

Man: 3 seconds for 6 rounds.

Then you will freeze
in that position.

You will not move.

Good.

Ok. See you.

How'd you ever get
a name like Herbert?

My Chinese name
is too complicated.

I looked in the phone book.

I found Herbert.

You know anything
about go Joey tai?

Harry Yung? Fred hung?

Uncle Milton bin?

No, sir.

Well, you're going to.

Because you're going to
put them to sleep at night,

you're going to wake
'em up in the morning.

I want to know where
they go, who they see.

And when you're not doing that,

you're going to monitor
a wiretap on these guys.

Watch it, will you?

You drive worse than you shoot.

I told you, stay out of
the left Lane, all right?

Yes, sir. What
hours am I working?

Hours? Forget it.
You're on 24 hours a day,

7 days a week.

What about sleep?

Forget sleep. Nothing
sleeps at the fifth precinct.

But I got a second job.

Hey, Herbert, quit.

I'm serious.

You want to be a cop, or
you want to fuck around?

I don't understand.

What's the point
of the exercise?

It's not an exercise, Herbert.

We're dealing with
the Chinese mafia,

who eat people like
you for breakfast.

Jesus! I told you.

Stay out of the left Lane.

Did you ever notice
this? These Chinese guys

are always blocking traffic.

They drive like their
music, from right to left.

Did you ever see a Chinese
grand prix driver? Huh?

No.

Goddamn cab doesn't
know how to drive!

Come on!

Dispatch: Central
to 2-7 Adam boy.

Got 2 male asians shot dead
in the cellar at 6 eldridge.

They match the
description of the suspects

in the Shanghai palace shooting.

All right, that's
us. You're out.

Out of the car. You're
undercover now.

Out, out! Get out!

Where's white?

Alan Perez, captain.

Nobody of course saw nothing.

Most of these
people are illegal.

They're sweating a bust.

The building and the farm

are registered
to one tan wan lo.

He lives in Hong Kong.
We're checking it out,

but if you ask me, he's
probably been dead for 10 years.

Building ownership down here

makes a Chinese fire
drill look organized.

Where are they?

Tony, get out here.

This is the guy that tipped us.

Calls himself Tony.

Says he's been working
down here 40 years.

Tony, you want to
show the captain

what you showed me?

What are you
looking at? Move it.

Come on. Look.

You're a good man, Tony.

Not too many of you left.

I know. You don't
have to tell me.

I know.

All good men gone long time.

Everything changed.

Young people, no respect.

Steal, shoot,
kill, like white man.

Chinese man is not
afraid to work hard.

I work 40 years here.

I put every dollar in
chase Manhattan bank.

Young people have
no respect no more.

Old men afraid.

Not me.

Not me. I been here long time.

I have seen many things.

I see things a lot of
people don't even think I see.

Tony, there should
be more men like you.

Bullshit!

Some say an act of revenge

linked to the
restaurant massacre,

but no one knows.

And in this once quiet
tourist-oriented community,

the tourists are
beginning to stay away,

and the people here
are beginning to ask

the dismaying question

what is happening
to Chinatown?

You're running late.

This is Tracy tzu,

eldridge street, Chinatown.

Here he is. Let's
get a headshot.

Captain white, captain white,

can you give us any idea

who and what's behind
this wave of violence?

Who? What?

A thousand years
of civilization,

that's who, that's what.
You ought to know that.

Now get that goddamn
thing out of my face.

What's the matter with you?

If you don't know,
you don't know.

You're acting like there's
something between us.

Mr. White, I'm so glad you came.

Joey, congratulations.

I hear Harry Yung's
out, and you're in.

Stuart, everything all right?

Joey, did you meet
my favorite lady?

Connie, this is Joey tai.

He owns the place.
This is my wife.

It's a pleasure to
meet you, Mrs. White.

Hi. How are you?

Look, I'm sorry i'm
late. Something came up.

Why don't you just order
some spareribs or something?

I told you. I got a
late shift tonight.

We can talk after dinner.

No. It might disturb
my digestion.

You really are something,

you know that, Stanley?

Just come over here.
Let's call it a truce.

How about some
good champagne, Joey?

Sure. Mrs. White, come this way.

You have an eye
for beauty, captain.

Yeah, she's a real
rock. She's the best.

By the way, you must've
heard we dug up those 2 midgets

that hit Harry's place.

We found them in a
soy bean basement.

No, I didn't.

My guess is somebody
didn't want us to find them.

You don't think
it might have been

the friends of the
boy who was killed?

Well, if you accept the
surface of things, Joey,

which most people do.

Why the bodyguard?

Does it come with
the new title or what?

Just a precaution.

There's been too
much violence lately.

I agree. The thing is,

what are you and I
going to do about it?

Are you enticing
those to be conquered

in coming to the conqueror?

You should try our
exploding lobster.

My chef does it better
than anybody in the world.

I brought him from Hong Kong.

Hey, what do you
want, Joey? Spit it out.

Cigarette?

No.

This is not the
Bronx or Brooklyn.

It's not even New York.

It's Chinatown, white.

It can be very easy,
or it can be very hard.

Well, why don't
you make it easy?

I'll help you get of some
these renegade youths

witnesses, evidence,
everything you need.

You'll get headlines,

your superiors will relax,

and everybody happy.

Then you can stay in Chinatown,

no transfer, and
we can do business.

You understand what I
am saying to you, Mr. White?

Yeah. I get the punks.

What do you want in return?

Nothing.

Just work with us.

Chinese people
come here to prosper

and not to change things.

You know, this cross-eyed
conversation we're having, Joey,

gets me confused.

See, I'm a stupid
polack, a peasant.

You got to make
things real clear to me.

Sure. How clear do I make it?

Oh, I don't know. I'm thinking.

Would a contract with us

for security work
after you retire

be what you need?

We got some late-night clubs

you could keep an eye on.

Could mean 100,000 a year.

And we could put it
anywhere in the world.

I don't think 100,000
is going to be enough.

Ok.

How much then?

I'll take the same amount
that you're going to make

off your next 50 keys of heroin.

At last,

the clouds part to
show the true sky.

You know, most drug dealers

are morons, Joey, but
I got to hand it to you.

You're one silky son of a bitch.

This the way you
deal with the Italians?

Is this the way you
moved out Harry Yung?

How about your father-in-law,

Jackie wong?

You know, rumor has it

it was your hand
that was on the knife

that killed him.

You're a smart guy, go Joey,

but you made one mistake.

I'm not Italian.

I'm a polack.

And I can't be bought.

I'm going to burn you down.

I'm going to drag you

and your dirty laundry

out on the street.

And I'm going to humiliate you.

You are very stupid.

And you're not going to last.

I'll last long enough
to piss on your grave.

Connie, what's wrong with you?

I was only 20 minutes late.

What's the matter with you?

Hey, look. You're right.

I thought it over.

I tried very hard
to suppress it,

but I think there's definitely

something between us.

Get in the car.
I'll drive you home.

You know, I'm not
some gook hooker

on the streets of Saigon.

Does that work
with all the girls?

Comme ci, comme ca.

Hey, listen, why don't
you give me a break?

It's not every day I get
to meet a famous person.

Listen, I got a
legitimate story for you.

Want some wine? White or red?

Both.

Wow, this is some place.

Hey, listen, forget what
I said in the restaurant.

I know you got your
ethics. I respect that.

But listen, you know,

you got a great
human interest story

in Joey tai.

A kid from the slums of
kowloon comes over here,

works his way up,

marries the boss' daughter,

maybe knocks off the boss,

becomes the boss.

I mean, that's the
American dream.

Why don't you shine a
light on the son of a bitch?

What if he's
involved in nothing?

What if he's just a
successful businessman,

like my father?

Hey, the Chinese are
always involved in something.

They're never
involved in nothing.

Remember that.

You're really
cracked, you know that?

The first time I saw you, I
knew you were cracked.

And a racist, too.

Were you in Vietnam?

Yeah, why?

I knew it.

It ruined you.

The first time I saw you,

I hated your guts.

I think I even hated you
before I ever met you.

I hated you on TV.

I hated you in Vietnam.

You want to know what's
destroying this country?

It's not booze. It's not drugs.

It's TV. It's media.

It's people like you.

Vampires.

I hate the way that
you make your living

sticking microphones
in people's faces.

I hate the way you
lie every night at 6:00.

I hate the way you
kill real feelings.

I hate everything
that you stand for.

Most of all, I hate rich kids,

and I hate this place.

So why do I want
to fuck you so bad?

Maybe you're right.
Maybe I got no ethics.

I can't. Stop it.

What do you mean, you can't?

I just spent all afternoon here

making love with my boyfriend.

I can't.

So why did you invite me here?

What year are you living in?

We're not in the back seat
of some car at a drive-in.

You don't have to get
your money's worth.

Well, so who is
he? What's his name?

What is he, rich?

You want to know
if he's Chinese, right?

That's what you want
to know, so ask it.

Yeah, that's the question,
so why don't you answer it?

He's white, all right.

He went to Princeton.

His name's Roger,
and he's a lawyer.

Well, I hate lawyers,

and I wouldn't want to make love

to a woman who just got
done screwing a lawyer anyway.

What's he got, money?

Yes.

Roger pumpernickel III?

And he's not a crackpot
racist. He's a gentleman.

Oh, yeah? What does he do?

He plays tennis and golf

and goes out sailing on a yacht.

What's with all
these machines here?

What, are you with at&t?

What, do you got
everybody in town

jumping in and out of your bed?

You're acting like a child.

Well, a great man is
one who in manhood

still keeps the
heart of a child.

Why don't you go home?

I can see this
was a big mistake.

Yeah, it was a mistake.
It was a giant mistake.

It was a giant mistake.

I'm going to go home to a woman

who at least acts like a woman.

If this Roger's so great,

how come he didn't marry
you? What's the matter?

He didn't want a little

slant-eyed Roger
iv at Princeton?

I don't know.

We've never discussed it.

We just meet here to fuck.

I want to arrest
the gang members

for loitering, spitting
in the gutter, anything.

What about their civil rights?

Fuck their civil rights.

I want the honchos
around here to go ape shit.

I want to disrupt the entire
commerce of Chinatown.

Do you understand me?

I want chaos.

You know, you people,

you're starting to look
like the Chicago cubs.

I'm not kidding.

You look like you already lost.

The world has fucked you over,

so now you don't give a shit.

I know. I've been there.

I've been in the job 15 years.

I know all the stories.

My heart has been
broken a hundred times.

I've got scar tissue on my soul.

But let me tell you something.

I give a shit,

and I'm going to make
you people give a shit.

I don't care what
you think of me.

You guys are going to go
through the numbers on this one.

Now, that's it. Get out of here.

Whoa! One last thing.

The next cop that I hear about

who's taking money
in this precinct

I'm going to personally
bust their mouth.

Are there any questions?

What if it's a woman?

She better bend over.

Whoo!

Mr. Wong, Mr. Wong,
do you think Joey tai

is responsible for the
death of your father?

I want my lawyer!

And even double-parked cars?

Come on, get in there!

Captain Stanley white,

commander of the fifth precinct

and the most decorated
cop in New York City,

has declared war on Chinatown.

Today there were
43 gang arrests,

3 gambling parlors raided,

6 sweatshops busted,

and now in an opening blow
at the man who's been called

the godfather of
Chinatown, Joey tai,

captain white has
padlocked his restaurants

on a health violation.

Needless to say, a
crackdown is in the works.

And although district
attorney Jane katzman denies it,

a major drug-conspiracy
case is rumored to be pending

against various
respected older members

of the Chinatown ruling elite.

Mr. Tai, can you tell us

if there is such a thing
as the Chinese mafia?

Sounds very exciting,
like a comic book.

The existence of triads

is documented by the
drug enforcement agenca.

Documentation without proof.

This farce is further evidence

of the consistent discrimination

against Chinese in this country.

Mr. Tai, are you saying
there is no criminal element

in all of Chinatown?

Of course not,

but why do you media people

insist on emphasizing

this sinister
Charlie chan image?

Why don't you talk about

the chair in Chinese history

our association has
endowed at Yale university

or our $12-million fund
for our 10,000 members,

our free meals for the
aged and the unemployed,

free burials, things like that?

Positive things.

Mr. Tai, what is your
comment on Jackie wong?

Mr. Tai, do you have any
comment on Jackie wong?

I'm very happy you
could make it, Teddy.

I'm really happy you're ok.

My doctor would kill
me if he knew I was here.

They just took my voice box out.

They keep taking things out.

I have nothing left,
Fred, but my brain.

My brain says

I'd rather do business

with a smart thief

than an honest
man who is stupid.

A stupid man is dangerous,

like a defective time bomb.

You never know when
it's going off on you.

But a thief, you can
control what he steals.

I think, Teddy, you're
going to find Joey

a very smart young man.

Not cautious as Jackie or Harry,

but aggressive.

He wants power.

All young men want power.

That's what it means
to be young, Fred.

I want to see
his face, his eyes.

I want to know if he's reckless.

One look in his
eyes, I will know.

Bring him in,

but leave the nigger outside.

Joey: My esteemed friends are

how's it sound?

A little background
noise, but it's not too bad.

The point, Mr. Tedesco,
is that we are happy

to let you continue
the distribution

of our software,

but with a 50%
reduction in volume

and at a reduced fee.

Something like 17 or 18%.

The rest stays with us
till we weigh other offers.

Jackie wong made these
arrangements with me.

We were pioneers

when you were sucking
your mother's tit,

and I don't see why
anything should change now.

Because Jackie wong is dead,

and Harry Yung has stepped down,

and I am the chun ko now.

Hey, Joey

and I say we can't
afford to sell

to old men the old way.

You know, Fred, in all my years,

nobody, and I mean nobody,

has ever talked to
me like that nobody.

No insult was
intended, Mr. Tedesco,

but you people don't
control canal street anymore.

We do.

I think when you think
through my offer to you,

you'll see that it's not
unprofitable to both sides.

Who are you going to sell to?

The niggers, the spics?

You people don't have
that kind of weight here.

They will Bury you so fast,
like you never was here,

and if they don't, I will.

You're flying too high, kid,

and the air is
very thin up there.

You got anything?

Seems to be mostly
financial talk, captain.

There's mention of some problem

in Thailand.

A man in Bangkok is
saying something about

oh, I'm not quite
sure about what.

But he's very angry about
a group from Toronto

that calls itself the nam soong.

Sister, you got
to be more precise.

That's going to be
very difficult, captain.

It's been many years

since we've heard the
hakka dialect spoken.

They're talking around things,

not about them.

Damn it, sister,
that's the point.

They're not going to
spell it out for you.

This is drug talk.

You got to use your imagination.

Listen

you look like you
don't eat enough

to keep a bird alive.

Why don't you have
some real food?

Captain white, I've
managed to live 75 years

without your help

eating precisely
what I'm eating now.

My body fat is 12%.

My blood pressure
is 120 over 80,

and my lymphocyte count is 22%.

And if you want to compare

white blood cells
and red blood cells,

I might even
outlast you, captain,

red-meat eater that
you obviously are.

Copy that.

The perpetrator is saying

he's flying into
Bangkok next week.

He's flying under another name.

Ok, he's making his move.

I want you to get
the DEA on his tail.

Call the Bangkok police,
whatever you got to do

to eyeball this scumbag
while he's over there.

I'm sorry, sister.

I just wish the fuck I
could go there myself.

Come on. Back on the street.

That'll be the day

the NYPD Springs
for Hong Kong, huh?

You guys are doing a great job.

Keep it up.

Rizzo, come on.

I want you to hit
Chinatown like genghis Khan.

I want restaurant
health violations

and immigration busts

You were only meant
to shake up the gang kids,

not turn the whole
goddamned city upside-down.

Let me make this real
clear to you, white,

here and now.

Joey tai goes

to the Manhattan
borough president,

who he contributes
$100,000 a year to, right?

The borough president
goes to the mayor,

the mayor goes to me,

and the word is lay off.

That is the way the
game is played, ok?

No more wiretaps on Joey tai.

And you don't go to the
drug enforcement agency.

Going to outside
agencies isn't your job.

It is Lou's job.

What about the dead
tourists, commissioner, huh?

I guess they don't add up
to a can of sardines, do they?

You know, you change
your tune pretty fast

just because that slime bag
is having tea with the mayor.

You can't link Joey tai
to that, and you know it.

The point here is
you cease and desist.

Yeah? And what if I don't, huh?

What are you going to do?
You going to suspend me?

What's that going to look like

in the papers,
commissioner? You tell me.

First, you suspend the most
decorated cop in the city.

Second, you call
off an investigation

into the Chinese mafia.

What investigation?
What Chinese mafia?

The investigation's
in your mind.

What's it going to look like?
You tell me, commissioner.

Your department's going
to look like shit, that's what.

Are you trying to
blackmail me, white?

You call it what you want.

I've been swallowing
the bullshit

around here for 10
years, and I'm choking on it.

You ever think about
your pension, white?

Fuck the pension.
That's what's wrong

with this whole goddamned
police department.

Everybody's so worried
about their pension.

Stanley

never in the history
of the department

have I ever heard
anything like this.

This is a fucking disgrace.

No, Lou, this is a fucking war,

and I'm not going to
lose it not this one.

Not over politics. It's
always fucking politics.

This is Vietnam all over again.

Nobody wants to
win this thing, do you?

Just flat out win, do they, Lou?

You go to the
press again, white,

you know what you're doing?

That's where we are.

We're 4 guys in a room
with guns to our heads.

Kenny, will you step
outside for a minute?

I can't listen to this
crap no more, Stanley.

I can't watch a good man

piss his career down
the drain like this.

You never had any respect
for anything, did you?

First, you throw
away your loving wife

shut up! You don't know
what you're talking about.

And now you're turning on us,

because you got delusions
of grandeur or something,

sucking up to this
chink reporter

to get your face
all over the tube.

What is it with you?
You gone chink on us?

She do it sideways or something?

Take it back, Lou.

Don't tell me to take it
back. You got no shame.

Connie was the best thing
you ever had in your life

that wasn't between cops.

That was between 2 guys
from the old neighborhood.

Lou, I'm sorry.

Look

I don't know why we're fighting.

I love you. I love Connie.

When things aren't
working at home,

you start overreacting
to things on the street.

We all had flings
when we were young.

I'm not a prude.

Why don't you at least
sit down with Connie

and try to straighten
this out, huh?

Even if you walk away,
you walk away friends.

Because no one's going to care

when you're lying in your grave

but Connie and me.

Well

what are you going
to do, Stanley?

I don't know.

All I know is that
when I give up

the system gives up.

Tracy!

Tracy, open the door!

Tracy!

Tracy!

I'm coming!

Tracy!

Come on, open the door!

Hey!

Oh.

Who do you think you are?

And what are you
doing with that?

These are my Chinese books.

I'm moving in.

You what?

Did I misinterpret you
what you were saying

to me the other night when
I was lying on top of you?

Fuck you.

What's the matter
with you Chinese?

Why don't you ever come out

and say what you're
really thinking?

I'm going to call Roger.

Well, go ahead and call him.

I got something I
want to say to him, too.

Go away, will you, Stanley?

You're cracked.
You're really crazy.

Do you ever listen to yourself?

My ow!

Tell me the truth. There
is no Roger, is there?

You know how I know?

It's because when
you talk about him,

your eyes, they're not real.

There is a Roger.

Well, tell me what
you see in this guy?

Come on, tell me.
I want to know.

I want you to
look me in the eyes,

and I want you to say it.

What do I have to do
to get you out of here?

Holy god.

Nothing. It's hopeless.

Surrender.

Hmm.

Why am I laughing?

I'm becoming a crazy like you.

Oh.

I'm tired.

I think I need to sleep.

Maybe everybody's right.

I'm chasing something
that doesn't exist.

I ought to stop.

Jesus, I'm tired.

It's the same thing as in nam.

We lost because you
were smarter than us.

And you couldn't even
have a decent parade.

A fucking Chinese parade

they come at you in
15 different directions.

It's a fucking joke.

Stanley

You can't stay here.

Don't you have a
friend I could call?

Somebody you could
stay with tonight?

You're the only
friend I have left.

I just want to be with
somebody tonight.

I just

I don't know anybody else.

Isn't that a real laugh? Ha ha!

I don't know anybody.

I feel like such an asshole.

Tracy, I, uh

I love you.

Did you hear what I said?

There is no Chinese
word for love.

I'm serious.

I know you are.

It was bad enough doing business

with the old general,
that double-dealing slime,

but ban sung's even worse.

But you lose all face

by going up there to
deal with him directly.

Ban sung's got an ego
like a fucking octopus.

I know, but I don't
trust his agent here.

White powder ma knows

ban sung's got a bumper crop

150 to 200 tons.

Ma offered him 6,000 a key,

plus his shipment of
kalashnikov assault rifles.

Hey.

Will you open the door?

Open the door! What do I
got to do, break it down?

We got to clear
the air between us.

We got to talk it out.

So talk.

I don't know what got into me

with this Chinese girl.

I care more about you

than anybody in the world.

I mean, if you don't
know that, Connie, then

so, what do you want me to say?

Do you want me to
forgive you, Stanley?

Is that what you want?

The truth is, I don't
know what I want.

You want to marry her?

You want to have
babies with her?

Look, I didn't plan for
things to happen this way.

It just happened.

How do you think
that makes me feel?

It makes me feel
pretty low, Stanley.

I feel pretty low myself.

It's about time.

You used me up, Stanley,

and then you burned me down.

And I was a rock.

I carried the cross with you

in Brooklyn and in queens.

I lived in a fucking
war zone with you.

And now you're going to go off

and have babies with a woman

10 years younger than me.

I don't have any
pity for you, Stanley.

I hope you feel bad.

Look, why don't we just
let things ride for a while,

just let some time pass.

I don't have any time.

I just need some time to think.

I'm out of time.

I'm 35, sliding into 40.

So, what do you want me to do?

You want me to just
walk away, just like that?

Is that what you want?

It's over, Stanley.

Don't you get it?

We're not playing from the same

sheet music anymore.

Now will you get out of here

before I start to cry?

And I don't want to do that.

Not in front of you.

I got my pride.

You ok?

I I'm washing my face.

Look, honey

I'd feel a whole lot better
if you'd just keep the house

and the bank accounts.

I mean, whatever
is mine is yours.

I don't want the house anyway.

Stanley?

Aah! Aah!

Stanley, what the
hell's going on?

They got Connie!

Stanley!

What are you, crazy? Stanley!

Stanley, get out of there!

Stanley!

Get out of there!

What, are you crazy?

He's evidence.

He's he's dead.

Long time no see, Joey tai.

It's an honor and a pleasure

to see you again, general.

Time looks like it's
been good to you.

And to you, too,
honorable cousin.

The last time, as I remember,

both of us were taking orders.

Now we give them.

How is the health
of our old friend,

the great Sao mong khawn,

who paved the golden road
of our success together?

Truly, he is one
of the great ones.

He'll be happy to see you.

I think so.

Come.

I think we'll surprise him.

Perhaps the general
doesn't recognize you.

The general likes
heroin in his soup.

It keeps him happy.

Thank all gods,

he feels no pain.

Come, go Joey.

A kalashnikov,
best rifle ever made.

The Russians used
to give them to us

to fight the Burmese.

But now it's harder to get.

They wants dollars.

Everybody wants dollars.

One bullet, by the
time it gets to me,

costs me one American dollar.

Dollars are like small fish

difficult to catch, but
not to be thrown back,

except as bait for
something bigger.

I'll make it 4,500 a kilo.

You give me 6,500,
and I'll refine it

to number 4 right here myself.

No, no.

You'll have 200 keys
in Bangkok in 2 weeks.

You know we can't
control the quality

unless we refine it to
states for ourselves.

We've always bought
stage 3 from you.

You don't think my
drug import is good?

I have the best
chemists in the world.

Maybe.

Better than your
people in Hong Kong.

Lin shin Sao!

But then we would be forced

to unemploy our chemists.

Go Joey, I offer you the chance

of putting your old friend

out of his misery.

He was going to betray
us to the Americans.

Hold him!

You don't have the
bullets to spare.

Each bullet can kill
one Burmese soldier.

Then you don't
have to use a gun.

I'll buy him from you.

$5,000.

Buy?

U.S. dollars, cash. Now.

Why?

Why not?

If you think this
shit-faced old worm

is worth $5,000,
you can have him.

Good.

The food's been great,

and your hospitality has
left an impression, general.

But time is pressing.

I must be in Hong Kong before
the banks close on Friday.

My final offer.

I'll make it 4,900 a key

for your number 3 dragon Pearl.

I'll take 200 kilos

deliverable in Bangkok
early next week,

another 800 kilos
for the next 3 months.

Beyond that, i'm
not prepared to go.

White powder ma's offer
makes yours insignificant.

Piss on him!

Nam soong triad is like dog shit

littering the streets.

They'll be extinct in 2 years.

I think perhaps

I put my money on
white powder ma.

I think so.

I think white powder ma
will be pleased to hear this.

Tell him yourself, general.

My gift to ban sung,

in honor of our association.

Let no motherless fuck

ever raise his head
again between us.

Come on, let me
get a shot. Come on!

Come on, let me get a shot!

Come on!

Press come on, let us in.

Come on, let us in.

I'm sorry, Stanley.

She looks beautiful, Stanley.

Let us in. Press
come on, let us in.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me in!

Let me go!

My deepest condolences
to you, Mr. White.

If it makes you feel any better,

she said it wasn't
that Chinese girl.

Connie was a bigger
person than that.

She knew, Stanley. She knew
what was going to happen.

You should've listened
to her once in a while.

You were talking to
Connie behind my back, Lou?

Yeah, I was talking to
Connie behind your back.

I know Connie even
longer than you.

Why shouldn't I talk
to her if I want to?

You know, you and I don't
agree on anything anymore.

That's your problem, Stanley.

You're fighting the
whole world all the time.

I'm sick and tired of Vietnam

as an excuse for
everything you guys do.

You act like everybody
in world war ii and Korea

came home to a picnic.

Well, it wasn't.

We lost 50,000
men in Korea, too.

We came back, and
nobody gave a shit, either,

but we fitted in.
Why can't you fit in?

What is it that's so different?

I don't know what you're
talking about anymore.

You know what I'm talking about.

I know you're not one
of them belly-aching,

professional Vietnam veterans

who's making a career

out of pissing and
groaning about the war.

You made something
out of yourself.

But you're still acting

like you're on a fucking
crusade, Stanley.

You think you got the right

to trample over
anything and everything.

We got an arrangement, a
treaty with these Chinese.

And however
tarnished it is, it works.

Life is arrangement, Stanley.

Life is getting along.

That's why this
neighborhood is what it is.

That's why 8 million people

every day in this
city can function.

Lou, I don't want to argue
with you anymore, all right?

Honest. I don't.

Take it easy.

You need anything,
you call me, you hear?

If you want a bed, there's
always a bed at my place.

You know, your arrangement

is what killed Connie, Lou.

Mr. Tai.

Mr. Tai. Mr. Tai.

Mr. Tai, people in Chinatown

are saying Ronnie
Chang was your protégé,

and his involvement
in the murder

of captain white's
wife implicates you.

Do you have any comment?

Well, that was a
terrible tragedy,

but I hardly knew Ronnie Chang.

Ronnie Chang represents

much of what is
bad in Chinatown.

We are trying hard to
get rid of his element.

Mr. Tai, my sources say

you've just returned
from Bangkok.

Was there a business
purpose for this trip?

I have interests there.

I import foods
from the far east.

I also have a company

that distribute
films in Thailand.

Why do you ask?

And would this business
take you into the jungle

500 miles north of Bangkok

to meet with a reputed drug lord

by the name of ban sung?

You know, there are
ethical boundaries, miss tzu,

even for the press.

Then does the name white
powder ma ring a bell?

All right, cut it.

I know your sources, miss tzu,

and I'm going to raise the issue

with your legal department.

Hey, look, I don't give a shit.

I got the new lady
district attorney

behind me on this thing now.

You think the NYPD is
going to lift a finger for me?

No.

No, I'm not going to
tell you where I am.

Hey, look, I'm going
to make this case

with the DEA, customs,

and immigration, if I have to.

The goddamn internal
affairs is sniffing around again.

I'll bet you it's
that fuck kearney.

Get me scappy peck on
the line over at customs.

He owes me a few favors.

What did that son of a bitch say

when you hit him
with white powder ma?

What is all this?

What's happened?

I couldn't work in
my office anymore.

The walls have ears.

I let you use this place,
but this is ridiculous.

Get off the phone!

And get these
people out of here!

Right now!

Scappy peck's on the line.

No!

No more calls!

Look at this place!

I give you an inch,

and you take a mile!

I want these people
out of here right now.

I mean it.

Look, I don't have time

to write you thank you notes.

I'm going for Joey tai's throat,

and nobody's going to stop me,

so just don't break
my balls, all right?

Just hang in there
a little while,

and you'll be famous.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You ungrateful,
overbearing, self-centered

son of a bitch!

Don't tell me what I want.

That's it. Let me hear
it. Ignorant polack.

Everybody, get out!

Sit down.

Ha ha ha!

What's so funny?

You drive everybody
crazy, captain, not just me.

But she's an aristocrat.

You can't push her
around too easy.

That's an aristocrat?

She's from the north
mandarin. They're like that.

Call Wainwright back.
This is all bullshit.

We're not getting anywhere.

Look, that dope is somewhere
between here and Thailand.

It's on the move.

We got to get a tap

into Joey tai's office
in the restaurant.

You must be kidding me.

A white face would
never get in there.

Impossible, captain.

Aw, come on, Herbert.

You could get in there
as a bus boy or something.

After that, plenty
of time off for sleep.

Promotion.

No way, captain.

Tough kid from kwantung.

A kid whose ancestors
used to hang in baskets

in the sierras,

poking dynamite
sticks in cliff faces.

All I'm asking you to do
is to be a fly on the wall.

Your ancestors are probably
rolling in their graves.

Goddamn bullshit, captain.
You're pushing too much.

I'm no slave.

I gave up a security job.

I gave up my chauffeur job.

I send less money home.
I'm tired all the time.

I don't eat right.
I'm getting sick.

I die, I'm fucked.
My family's fucked.

For what?

Hey, what do you mean, for what?

You don't care
nothing for people.

You'll make us all die for you.

And let me tell you
something, captain.

When your ancestors
were living in caves

and scrabbling
for coal in Poland,

the Chinese were
sailing their ships

across the pacific.

Hey, what do you know
about my ancestors?

What do you know about mine?

We were traders,
shipbuilders, explorers.

We taught you agriculture.

We gave you the
orange, the grape,

your irrigation system.

We dug your gold
and silver, Stanley.

We taught you how
to fish the pacific.

And still we were barred

from American
citizenship until 1943.

We worked so hard
to build your railroads.

And when our opium
didn't come on time,

we were so desperate,

we helped each
other kill ourselves.

But I'm not going to kill myself

for you, captain white.

No more chinaman Joe.

Those days are over.

He'll be back. He loves me.

Look, Stan,

the kids pushing
it to the limit.

I don't know.

Maybe you should
take him off the case.

I mean, there's never
been an undercover

that lasted more than
a month in Chinatown.

Hey, let me tell you something.
That kid is tough as nails.

And I'm going to
make it up to him.

Pick it up!

Aw, shit! The goddamn
name of the ship!

White has a wire in your office.

Who?

I don't know, but
I'm going to find out.

Hey, Perez,

I don't want
anything to go wrong

with this shipment.

It's important to me.

Don't worry.

I want you at the pier.

All right. Where?

The kazimierz pulaski. Polish.

It docks Tuesday. Pier 11.

I'll be there.

Thanks.

Stanley!

Hey, dick!

Hey!

You're ok. You're
going to be all right.

I'm proud as hell of you.

11.

What?

The dock.

Get to beekman,
for Christ's sakes!

What was the name of the ship?

Dear god.

Herbert, what was
the name of the ship?

Kasimir pul-pulki

He's at the bar.

You and me are going
to have a little talk

about Herbert kwong.

Get off! Fuck you!

I should fucking kill
you, you little bastard!

Fucking

fuck!

Press charges!

I'm begging you!

Come on, Joey, call a cop!

Come on, let's go to court!

Come on, I'm begging you!

Go on upstairs!

Fuck!

Aw, shit.

Girl, you've got the need

to move on down the line

woman: Get out! Get
out! Get the fuck out!

Want to share your lovin'

want to share your lovin'

want to share your heart

Get in, get in, get in!
Get your fucking ass

Fucker!

Bastard!

Aah!

You look like you're
going to die, beautiful.

Oh, yeah? Don't count on it.

Well, you're not
going to make it.

Was it worth it?

You got anything
you want to tell me

before you go, sweetheart?

Yeah. Fuck you.

Check that side for traffic.

What happened, captain?

Captain, what the hell happened?

Look, I'm talking about one ship

out of Rotterdam,

the kazimierz pulaski.

What the hell's the problem?

You know how big
that ship is, Stanley?

We can't go roaming around,
ripping up floor plates,

cutting boilers open,

poking through
10,000 edam cheeses,

or drilling in a shipment

of Danish furniture
on your say-so, Stanley.

There's a lot of money involved.

We got passengers.
We got waiting time.

Besides, it's the flagship
of a foreign government.

Hey, look, all i'm
asking you to do

is go through one ship.

I got a deathbed confession.

A cop died for this.

You're pissing
against the wind, ace.

Get a live informant.

You ok?

Yeah.

You shouldn't have come here.

Why not? What, are
you embarrassed

your friends are
going to see me?

Tonight's the night, honey.

Get your crew to
pier 11 in red hook.

We're going to watch the
rice boil over in Chinatown.

I have to talk to you.

Well, what? What
is it? What is it?

You going to weasel
out on me? What?

Spit it out.

I can't go there.

I've been told not to do
any more stories on this.

What do you mean,
you've been told?

By who?

By the network, Stanley.

What are you feeding
me this crap for?

There's a war going
on down in Chinatown.

You're not going to cover it?

Look, I don't think

this is the time or the place.

Then why don't you tell
me the time and a place,

and we'll go to that
place and we'll discuss it?

Would you just quit?

There's times you have
to know when to quit.

Oh, yeah?

Did Herbert quit?

What's wrong with you?

He's dead. Connie's dead.

I'm putting my whole
goddamned life on the line,

and you're sitting here

acting like some
phony white-bread cunt.

You're not even
white. You're Chinese.

Those are your
people down there.

I mean, are you a reporter?
Are you a whore? What?

You're a son of
a bitch, Stanley.

Yeah, well, the day you
put your ass on the line,

that's the day you'll
be a real reporter.

My ass on the line!

God damn you, Stanley!

I was almost killed for you!

I was raped! And i'm
not going to die for you!

I'm not going to be pushed
like Connie and Herbert!

They're dead because
you pushed them!

What do you mean you were raped?

You're like poison, Stanley!

Who who did this to you? Who?

Rape is rape.

Who? Who raped you?

3 boys.

Who? 3 boys.

Who raped you?!

3 Chinese boys, Stanley!

He went too far this
time, that fucking Joey.

It didn't happen to you!

It happened to me!

You don't give a shit
about me, do you?

I'm going to kill him.

Leave, Stanley. Go
away and leave me alone.

You should take a look
at yourself, Stanley.

You're selfish.

You're callous.

You're indifferent to suffering.

Your wife was right.

And you still don't
get the message.

How many more people
are you going to kill

before you do?

Tracy, I, uh

no, Stanley. Just go
away and leave me alone.

Don't say anything!
Just go away!

Hello, Stanley.

You weren't in your office.

Hello, Lou.

Francis, I'm disappointed.

You didn't show
for Connie's funeral.

You were warned about Joey tai.

Clean your desk.

You're going back to Brooklyn.

You have been properly served.

Sorry, stash.

You were told to lay off.

If you think that i'm
going to stand for that,

you got another thing coming.

You don't like it? Resign!

You're through, anyway.
It's all over for you, white.

That's enough.

Your balls will
be cut off Friday!

You're not cops.
You're liars, both of you.

If you don't bend,
you break, Stanley.

Then I'll break.

You care too much, Stanley.

How can anybody care too much?

Huh?

Go on! Go on!

What?

Jesus!

Come on! Get out
on my side! Get the

what is this?

What do you want?

You tell me where the
heroin is on the ship,

or you walk out of
here with a head stuffed

hey, Stan white! You cocksucker!

Aah!

Joey!

Joey!

Joey!

Come on!

Come on!

Waah!

Come on!

Aah!

Give me your gun.

For pity's sake, please.

Tell me where it is.

Mercedes.

Please.

There are those
who liken Chinatown

to a skating pond

on the surface, we see a lovely,

picture-postcard landscape
of snowflakes and skaters.

But underneath, the
cannibal fish the gangs,

the sharks those
who control the gangs,

and the whales
the big bosses,

all move in deadly swarms.

These bosses, some
people are beginning to say,

are tied into an
international crime network

with its headquarters
in Hong Kong.

Everyone denies
it, but in the wake

of the shootings of
Joey tai and Ronnie Chang,

questions are
mushrooming left and right.

Charges of illegal wiretapping

have been leveled by h.J. Yung,

head of the
hung-San association,

resulting in the removal
of captain Stanley white.

One wonders if this
is not a smokescreen

to distract from
the main issue

which is what part
the hung-San plays

in this Chinese opera.

Tracy tzu, Chinatown.

Ok. That's it.

Stanley!

John, follow him!

Where's he going?

He's a great cop,
but he won't stop.

He won't stop.

White! God damn it, white,

what the hell is going on?

I'm arresting these people!

You want to do something

they're going to
remember in Chinatown, Lou?

Book them! Be a cop again.

Stanley!

Move back! Move back!

Move back! Come on,
move back! Back it up!

Stanley!

Stanley!

Oh, thank god.

You know, you were right.

I was wrong. Sorry.

I'd like to be a nice guy.

I would. I just don't
know how to be nice.

You're really
cracked, you know that?