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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

(speaking Mandarin):

What? What is it?

It's not good enough.

It has to be good enough.

Itisgood.

It is exactly the same.

(argument continues)

I like the-the red one.

This one?

The pink one,
the pink one.

All right.
The pink one.

(argument continues)

Listen.
Listen!

Look, I'm the expert
and I say the work is good.

Go get the car.

Thank you.

Come on, little ones.

Fapichi soran.

Fapichi soran.

Fapichi soran!

(horn honking)

(yelling in Mandarin)

Fapichi soran!

Somebody stop him, please!

Tiananmen!

Tiananmen! Tiananmen!

So, who is she?

It doesn't matter.

She recognized you.

We have to do something.

No one will listen to her.

Just go!

(speaks Mandarin)

Thank you for watching them.

You all right?

Yes. Thank you.

It was someone I thought I knew.

It's me.

I need to talk to you, okay?

We're all fine, John.

Just call me as soon
as you hear this.

Come on, little ones.

Everything's fine.

We're going home now.

Come on, we'll go see Daddy.

He'll make everything fine.

(gunshots)

(screaming)

Mommy. Mommy?

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy?

Her name's Annie Ming Littleton.

Two in the back, right
in front of her kids.

TSR path's tight.

The shooter couldn't have been
more than two feet away.

One of the witnesses
clocked the shots at 3:06.

She made a call at 2:56 to a
number programmed in her phone.

Someone named John.

Could be her husband--
John Littleton.

He's over there with the kids.

He's hooked up with the Feds.

Yeah, his father is
with the Treasury Department.

That's why we got called in.

She'd been shopping.

I was in a meeting.

Annie wanted me to call
her back right away.

She sounded upset, but...

she said that she
and the kids were fine.

Was she downtown
for any special reason?

Just to shop.

Annie liked the energy
in Chinatown.

Reminded her of home-- Beijing.

Pink's my favorite color.

Did Mommy buy this for you?

Before she called Daddy?

Where did she buy it?

At the store,
then Mommy ran away.

Do you know why she ran away?

No, she ran down the street.

She was shouting.

And then she came back.

Mommy's sleeping now.

She sayfa... pichi soran.

Something like that.

And then she run.

Fapichi soran--
what does that mean?

I don't know.

You know why?

She yell in Mandarin.

And you speak
Cantonese.

Yes.

Thanks.

That's her.

I told the officer that this
lady almost knocked me down.

She was shouting
and chasing somebody.

Did you get a look
at who it was?

No.

What was she shouting?

I didn't understand.

Nobody understood.

And then, she yelled
in English, "Stop him!"

And then she said, "Tiananmen."

Tiananmen?

Yeah.

Tiananmen-- over and over.

Tiananmen. Tiananmen.

And then people understood.

Yeah, I bet they did.

I met Annie in Beijing
in the spring of '92.

I, uh... I had an internship
with the State Department.

How did you meet?

She was...

She was a student.

How often do you
go back to China?

Annie's parents

still live in Beijing and...

we try to go
at least once a year.

How's your Mandarin?

Must be pretty good.

It's all right.

What does"fapichi soran"
mean to you?

I-I don't know.

EAMES:
Fapichi soran.

Your wife was yelling it
at the person she was chasing.

I don't... I don't know.

Mr. Littleton

we think you do know.

Fapichi soran--
it means "screaming killer."

Doesn't it?

She was in Tiananmen,
wasn't she?

She saw what happened there
in '89 to the students.

We're not allowed
to talk about it.

Is that some kind

of condition?

How she was allowed
to leave China?

I'll never be able
to take my children back

if they know I talked.

It stays in this room,
Mr. Littleton.

Annie told me that the PLA--
the People's Army--

just fired into crowds
of unarmed students.

The ones they didn't
kill right away

they crushed
under their tanks.

Fapichi soran--

that's what the students
called one of the officers

'cause he was a screamer.

Screaming, "Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot!"

A butcher.

Half the Chinese immigrants
in New York City

served in the People's
Liberation Army.

It's the Chinese Army.

It's compulsory
military service.

It's not exactly illegal.

This character was

an officer during the massacre
of students.

The State Department doesn't
keep records of folks like that?

Neither we
nor the Chinese government

consider what the PLA did
to be illegal.

I deplore Ms. Littleton's death.

I hope you find her killer,
but I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

You already have.

He was helpful to you?

Yes.

If it's not illegal

to be the Screaming Butcher
of Tiananmen Square

then why did our guy run?

It's just a few
more days, Lucille.

They've cleared
the border...

Isn't that right, Ping?

It's just

that it's never been
like this before, Stuart.

You know it hasn't.

Liam, tell him.

It's the papers
we're concerned about.

The papers are fine.

It's just that
it's so much money.

And there's all this mystery.

What are you saying, Lucille?

I'm saying I'm uncomfortable.

(sniffs)

The price stands.

Would you excuse us
for just a minute?

(whispering)

If we just offer her
a slight discount...

I see how you
handle things.

Every unhappy woman
terrifies you.

The price stands.

She stand right there
looking at the vests.

What was she, uh,
doing when she saw him?

She... pay for the vest.

She put change

in her purse.

Was she holding her purse?

Did she have it on her shoulder?

On her shoulder, here.

So, she would have turned
this way to put her change away.

So, right here, she said,
"Fapichi soran."

Yes.

That's when she saw him.

Across the street.

Yes.

She run across the street.

She was sure it
was the right guy?

She got a good look at him?

Full face, not in profile?

He wasn't just
walking by.

No, he came out of the doorway.

The windows, the second floor.

The old man move in
three weeks ago.

Looks like this old man
already moved out.

He sign a lease?

No, no lease.

He paid cash, two
months in advance.

He ever have visitors?

Good-looking
young guy, Chinese.

Sometimes he's
with a white guy.

Not so good-looking.

That's all I know.

EAMES:
How about yesterday
afternoon, 3:00?

Yeah, they both here.

Eames?

Aha-- illegal baking.

Baking documents.

The old man's a forger.

Forging what, passports?

Something worth
more than passports.

Something worth a life.

DEAKENS:
This good-looking guy

killed Ms. Littleton
because he was worried

about getting hooked up
to fake IDs?

He was probably worried
about another kind of document.

Now what am I
looking at?

Chinese
jigsaw puzzle?

The lab says it's standard 30
weight, good quality rack paper.

But it's been aged.

Soaked in tea
and mineral oil

and then baked.

This bit of red
is wax.

Probably to imitate
an official seal or stamp

but that's not
the most interesting part.

This type of calligraphy

the elongated
character

the sharp
brush strokes

is in the Imperial style

of early Chin Dynasty,
18th century.

It evolved from

the thin gold calligraphy
developed by

the Emperor
Hui Zong.

He got that off his box
of Wheaties this morning.

Actually the curator of the
Chinese galleries at the Met.

I faxed him a copy of it.

This curator have an idea
who might have written this?

MAN:
Calligraphy is one of the great

achievements of
the Chinese people.

But our children, uh,
uh, do not study it.

They told us at the Met

you were the best practitioner
of it on the East Coast.

Mm, thank you.

GOREN:
Is this really
that hard to do?

Because it doesn't
look that hard.

Do you think that I could...
pick it up?

(chuckling)

If you study hard, sure.

Which is the easiest style?

Is it,
is it this one?

That's Han Confusian

former style, very old,
not so easy.

I like this.

Do a lot of people
write in this style?

The flowing
grass style.

I know maybe ten people
who are very good.

And this one?

Uh...

How many people here
have mastered this one?

Not many.

The Imperial classic style.

The most difficult.

But you've mastered it.

Yes.

And you know

everyone that has, uh...

for example...

Do you know
what person did this?

I don't know who did it.

Maybe it's the same person
who did this scroll.

No.

I did this.

Every stroke has
the personality of the writer.

His energy and vitality.

An expert could
compare the two

and find that they were done
by the same person.

And that expert could trace
the writing to the brush

that you used.

We need to know

who hired you to do this,
Mr. Hsu.

I don't know his name

but he knew my nephew's name
in Nangpo.

I can't say no.

This man is PLA.

What did he have you write?

"The Court of Emperor Qui Lon

"welcomes esteemed guest
Lord Pembridge

"and requests
that he accept this gift

from the Imperial
grounds collection."

Did he say what it was for?

No explanation.

"Just write and take it
to the Hotel Saint Francis

and leave it at the desk
for room 516."

Room 516, that would be
Mr. Pembridge's room.

Mr. Pembridge?

Actually, he calls himself
the Fifth Lord Pembridge.

Would he be in his room?

I just saw him

a couple of minutes ago
heading for the sundry store.

He has an ascot.
You can't miss him.

Lord Pembridge?

Can we speak to you
for a minute?

(clears throat):
Well...

(British accent):
Dear, I don't know
what for.

It's about some packages
that were delivered to you.

Packages? I wouldn't know
anything about packages.

Where are you from,
Lord Pembridge?

From? Ah,
my family's estate

is just outside a little
town called Leeds.

A little town called Leeds.

And what's the purpose
of your visit here?

Pleasure and friends.

EAMES:
What friends?

Oh, well, I just had a dinner
for Mick and the boys

sent them off
on their world tour

and then I saw Lynnie and Hugh.

Lovely people,
just lovely.

Cut it out.

Isn't that the worst English
accent you've ever heard?

Next to the Irish Spring guy
it's the worst

accent, period.

I beg your pardon?

GOREN:
It's a mishmash

of cockney, Welsh... but
miraculously, I think I heard

a shred of the north of England
in one of your "R"s.

There's so many sounds in there,
how can you tell?

Really, you are absurd.

I don't think he's trained.

Of course
I'm trained.

(no accent):
With Strasberg himself.

I suppose you went to Yale.

Now are we going
to play this or what?

No, we're going to play this.

Is that a real gun?

Oh, my God, you're really cops,
aren't you?

George Weams.

What it says here
on your SAG card.

You look familiar.

My last gig.

I was the plump and happy raisin
in a snack food commercial.

Am I in trouble?

You tell us.

You checked into a hotel
under an assumed name

forged papers were delivered
to your room

an associate of yours is
suspected of murdering a woman.

You don't look
so plump and happy now, George.

I didn't know anything
about a murder.

I, I was just hired
to play a part. That's all.

Hired by whom?

I don't know.
I haven't met the guy.

He called me.

He said his name was Jean

that he saw me in this
Gilbert and Sullivan thing

and that he wanted me to play

some Brit Eurotrash,
Lord Pembridge.

For what? A movie?

Performance art.
Improvisational.

Who are
the other actors?

I don't know.
I was meeting them today.

Where was this
performance
to take place?

In real settings.

They were picking me up,
then driving out to JFK

and it was going
to go from there.

Jean said they had
a room for me

at the Saint Francis.

That if anybody asked
I was Lord Pembridge.

And you thought that we
were part of the performance.

Yes.

It never occurred to you that
something illegal was afoot?

I'm an actor.

I'm constantly broke.

It was a couple of nights
at the Saint Francis.

It sounded like fun.

Mm, fantastic.

Uh... what was the scene at JFK?

Lord Pembridge
picks up a piece of art

from the cargo department.

Family heirloom.

That's it? One scene?

No, no,
there were two scenes.

Lord Pembridge
delivers the heirloom

to some posh apartment
on Fifth Avenue.

WOMAN:
Here it is.

One crate, household items,
cosigner Lord Robert Pembridge.

He picked it up this morning.

This morning?

Yeah,
this morning.

Did he show ID?

Yes. And he had
the waybill.

It was all
in order.

I don't need any more
grief about this.

What other grief did you get?

Two guys came in
a couple of hours ago.

I told them Pembridge
already picked it up

and I thought they

were going to have
a heart attack.

Especially that
white guy.

And the other guy?

Chinese. But then they said
they must have gotten

their signals crossed with
Lord Pembridge and they left.

This extra charge--
what's that?

A recrating
charge

slapped on by the
freight forwarder.

It says the amount was charged
to an existing account.

The freight
forwarder

can tell you whose
account that is.

I'm deadly serious.

I need an answer right away.

Someone's here.
Let me get rid of them.

Are you Stuart Gaston?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm very busy
right now.

Too busy for us?

I have kind of a situation.

How can I help you?

Your account
number

turned up on
the waybill

for a shipment
from Hong Kong

addressed to
a Lord Pembridge.

Oh, I don't see
how that's possible.

I don't know any Lord Pembridge.

Do you have a copy

of the waybill?

Thanks.

Yeah, I do have an account
with this company

but I certainly didn't ship
any household items.

They must have, um,
jumbled the numbers.

This must be some kind of
situation you got on your hands.

Why do you say that?

Well, you've loosened you tie,
you got a drink on your desk

you got
three phone lines blinking

and you're chewing
the inside of your cheeks

like some kind
of frantic chipmunk.

Are you under a lot of stress?

You lost something.

No. I don't know...

No, I think you lost something
in transit, didn't you?

I'm sorry. You're wrong.

It's late

and I need
to close up.

Thank you for bringing that
billing mistake to my attention.

He smuggled that piece
into the country

and someone stole it
right out from under his nose.

Don't look so happy.

The obvious move is that
Stuart Gaston's Chinese partner

had an accomplice pick up
the package on the sly.

That's all fine and good

but we have no leverage
against Gaston

to make him give up
his Chinese partner.

No evidence he's involved
in smuggling.

No idea even what it is
he's smuggling.

It's a Chinese antique,
a bronze.

A fake?

No. If it were

they wouldn't go through
all this trouble

to smuggle it into the country.

What's being faked
is the documentation

the provenance.

Because it's probably stolen.

We check with Interpol?

They have no record
of anything theft

of major Chinese art.

That leaves
one possibility.

That it was stolen

from an archeological dig
in China.

Chinese national treasure
and Gaston found a buyer for it.

We find that buyer

maybe we find evidence
against Mr. Gaston.

WOMAN:
Well, I'd guess
that the piece in question

dates from the Han dynasty,
first century AD.

It's most likely
a funereal piece.

Why would you
think that?

Well, of all the bronzes,
it'd be the most valuable.

Otherwise, why go
to all the trouble?

You know, a rare
and important
and legal piece

can fetch easily
a million, five.

Three million,
smuggled piece.

But that's
a risky business.

You know all the collectors
that Stuart Gaston

usually
deals with.

Uh, which one would risk it?

For a special piece, most
of them would take the risk.

Otherwise, they wouldn't
be collectors.

How about just the ones

who can afford to lay out
$3 million in cash?

I'd be hard-pressed
to say.

Are any of the collectors
holding off?

Be careful.

Oh, sorry.
(chuckles nervously)

Yeah, holding off
making acquisitions

building up a cash reserve?

Well, I can't speak
for every auction house.

Come on.

We know you compare notes.

W-Why don't we
take this outside?

I'd be happy to get

you both
a cup of coffee.

There's a cafe.
We can talk about it.

(gasps)

I'll bet you this camel

that you all know who's buying
and who's not.

You think about that.

I-I'm going to have a look
at the other, you know

lovely stuff
that you have.
No, wait.

You know,
there is Lucille Mobray.

She's, uh, she's one
of Gaston's regulars.

WOMAN:
I haven't purchased
anything recently

because I haven't seen anything
worth buying.

This moon vase
is stunning.

I've read about the Imperial
Ceramic Factory in Jingdezhen.

Was it made there?

Yes. It's from the collection
of Pierre Dentricault himself.

EAMES:
I love this teapot.

Is it old?

3,000 years old.

How'd you get
interested in
Chinese art?

I lived in Shanghai

when I was a girl.

My father worked
for the National City Bank.

He gave me my first piece,
a terra-cotta doll.

(voice breaking):
It was a magical time.

This collection...
it's your legacy.

Did Stuart Gaston help
you put it together?

Yes, I've always relied
on Stuart.

He made sure that each piece
had the proper provenance.

To show that it wasn't
smuggled out of China yesterday.

Of course.

Because owning smuggled art

is a violation of the
National Stolen Property Act.

The Chinese could go to court
and have it seized.

That's perfectly true.

What does that have to do
with me?

It has to do with Mr. Gaston.

We suspect he smuggled something

into the country
a couple days ago.

Stuart?

No, I don't think he's capable
of anything like that.

No, see, he's
capable of it
and a lot more.

And once we arrest him

he's liable to make
all kinds of accusations

just to save his skin.

Someone's entire
collection

could come under suspicion.

Whole legacy tainted.

I mean, no
reputable dealer
or auction house

is going to do business

with a person
like that.

No more acquisitions.

Of course, it's possible
such a person

was being duped by Mr. Gaston.

We are discreet
with innocent victims.

If they behave
like innocent victims.

Stuart told me
he had an exceptional piece

from the Lord Pembridge estate.

He assured me

the provenance
was well documented.

What's the piece?

All he told me was

that it was a bronze
from an Eastern Han tomb.

He said that the Fifth
Lord Pembridge

was bringing it himself
from Hong Kong.

Gaston has a Chinese associate?

(chuckles):
You must mean Pang

a very crude individual.

You know where
we can find him?

Yes. Stuart told me
where he works.

You'll never guess.

GOREN:
Hey.

They're going to
charge you for that.

Bad day, Mr. Pang?

What a good soldier.

He knows when
to surrender.
(handcuffs clicking)

One down

one to go.

Where's this contraband

my client's accused
of smuggling?

Is there even
a photograph?

What we have is what
we found in his gallery.

Forged documents attesting to
the objects' phony provenance.

It's just paper and ink.

Novelties.

Yeah, well, these "novelties"
match materials we found

in an apartment
across the street

from where this woman
was killed.

Killed because
she recognized

your partner Mr. Pang.

Also known
to his admirers

as the Screaming Butcher
of Tiananmen Square.

Oh, you didn't know that?

(door opening)

Oh, sorry, I didn't
know you were in here.

Mr. Houghton, say hello to your
client's business partner.

Pang Ching Zi.

We'll be next door.

(whispering)

My client might have a statement
to make.

GASTON (on recorder):
He shot that woman.

She recognized him.

He went back and killed her.

I didn't even know
that he did it

until it was in the newspaper
the next day.

He killed her.
He double-crossed me.

I should never have trusted him.

So ends another
beautiful friendship.

This being the land
of second chances, Mr. Pang

you do get to tell your side
of the story.

My friend-- an officer
in the PLA-- he wrote to me.

He works on an excavation
in the Gobi Desert.

He said if we can get
a piece out

people pay millions for it here.

Two years
it took us

to get it out.

I'm dishwasher here.

Gaston, the pig, takes my future
and now I have nothing.

I go back to China,
they kill me.

What do I have here?

PANG (on recorder):
I did not shoot this woman.

She recognized me.
So-so what?

I told him, nobody cares.

But he wanted me
to do something.

So I left. I went home.

But I didn't...

He's like a crocodile
lying in the water

pretending he's a big lump
of nothing.

But then he shoots this woman
in the back.

He steals from me.
(turns machine off)

It's all lies.

I didn't shoot that woman.

I-I don't even own a gun.

There's no evidence
Mr. Pang does either.

Nor is there any evidence
he stole the object.

Why would I steal it from him,
a-a killer?

What do you think, I'm crazy?

Maybe you thought
you could pull a fast one

on some poor dishwasher.

Poor dishwasher?

Wh... uh, what, Pang?

No, he owns a factory
in Hong Kong.

CARVER:
You know this
for a fact?

Uh...

Uh, no.

But why would I ever get into
business with a dishwasher?

We searched the dump
he lives in.

He owns two suits,
two pairs of shoes

and a clock radio.
No factory.

Evidently,
Mr. Gaston never checked

his client's
employment record.

But someone else did.

MOBRAY:
Now tell me where
you're going, Liam

in case I need
to find you.

I'm not terribly interested in
being found right now, Lucille.

I'm not liking what I'm hearing
about these police.

No, no, no.

They think poor Stuart and
that Mr. Pang did everything.

It's perfectly safe.

I'll make my own decisions
on that, if you don't mind.

You went above and beyond
this time, Liam.

I do appreciate that.

I might try to get up
into Bhutan.

See what I might catch
coming out of Tibet.

Oh, that sounds so exciting.

I'll keep you in mind.

Good-bye, Liam.

And thank you.

Lucille Mobray a murderer?

My God, Carver,
this is a 73-year-old woman

we're talking about.

A very rich
73-year-old woman

who can get anything
she wants done for a price.

And that's your probable cause?

She's rich?

She knew where
Mr. Pang worked.

The only way
she could have known

is by having him followed.

Look it-- this search
warrant application

can't even describe
this-this-this...

What is this, a rice steamer?

You want me
to sign this

you put some meat
on the plate.

(door closes)

Can we give the man
what he wants?

Maybe Lucille
Mobray can...

given the right
performance...

by the right performer.

For heaven's sakes, sit down.

I was just
being polite.

You make some vague threat
on the phone

and now you're being polite?

Please.

You said you had something
to show me.

Let's get on with it.

This is the
documentation
for the art...

I know what it is.

What are you doing with it?

It was delivered to my room
at the Saint Francis.

I'm the person
who is supposed

to deliver the
object to you.

You?

The Fifth Lord of Pembridge.

This magnificent object has
been in my family for 300 years.

I see.

Stuart thought
that accent would fool me?

It's a perfectly
acceptable

English music hall accent.

What makes you think
I'd want this?

I did some
research.

The Chinese are very paranoid

about people stealing
national treasures.

They're very litigious

so I thought
this might come in useful.

You expect me to pay for this?

Did you know
that the Chinese consulate's

not very far from here
on 42nd Street?

I just learned that
in my research.

Did you bring your checkbook?

Write a check
out to cash.

What amount?

10,000.

My grandchildren...

are waiting for me.

Have a nice existence.

Frankie,
be careful.

You don't want
to spill it.

I want to play
with my fire truck.

That's fine, sweetheart

but you've just
got to be careful.

Hello, Miss Mobray.

That's a cool
fire truck.

My grandma bought it for me.

Grandma got me

a carriage with two horses

but I had to leave it at home.

(chuckles)

The privileges
of being a grandmother--

you're allowed to spoil them
a little bit.

EAMES:
Excuse me?

I see that
you've spread your generosity

around a lot lately.

Look what we have here--

forged documents.

GOREN:
Why in the world

would you spend
so much money for
forged documents?

I thought it'd be fun
to have them.

We think it would be fun

if you accompanied
these gentlemen

down to our offices.

Everything here is listed
on her insurance declaration.

Same story with the items
at her storage vault.

Piece isn't here.

The doorman says
a Liam Montgomery visited

Ms. Mobray
a number of times

in the last few weeks.

It so happens

there was Liam Montgomery
registered at the Saint Francis

around the same time
as Lord Pembridge.

Probably the guy she had
keeping tabs on all the players.

In other news,
the Captain wants to know

what we've turned up here.

Squat.

That's what we turned up.

These books and catalogues
of Chinese bronzes--

I want Latent to go through them

page by page.

MAN:
These pages--
we have a partial thumb.

Index, partial palm.

Here... here...
and here.

She spent a lot of time
looking at these.

How fresh are these prints?

Well, the oils
are still viscous.

A couple, three days.

And that one.

It's beautiful.

GOREN:
"A heavenly horse

"with a flame-shaped forelock.

Bronze horses
are extremely rare."

We need another search warrant.

Wonderful--
another gray room.

Please have a seat.

Liam Montgomery--
do you know him?

He runs an art consulting
business out of London.

EAMES:
Your doorman said
he's made periodic visits

over the last
seven years.

Yes, he's helped me.

I'm an old woman.

I'm easy pickings
for the like of Gaston and Pang.

I need to protect myself.

And your acquisitions...

which he seems uniquely
qualified to do.

CARVER:
He had some kind

of police record in Britain.

HARRY:
If you have questions
about Mr. Montgomery

ask Mr. Montgomery.

He's left
the country.

He got
the job done.

Yeah, but he made your dream
come true.

What is this, a toy?

A toy.

Your granddaughter
was sorry to see it go.

Detective,
please, please.

This is irreplaceable.

Lucille...

Have you ever seen anything
so exquisite?

I think it was made
during the time of Christ.

I'm prepared to be conciliatory
in view of your client's age.

You knew what it was
before you actually saw it?

Yes.

Liam bribed someone in Hong Kong

and snuck a peek.

He sent me a photograph.

Lucille, please.

Oh, enough of the charade,
Harry.

They're making us an offer.

CARVER:
Six months
in a minimum

security prison, a fine.

A substantial fine.

We'll take it, Harry.

Just to have owned it
even for...

such a short time.

Even just to
look at it.

The contours, the workmanship.

It's so...

precious.

(laughing)

There were...

There were...

There were two little men
in the carriage?

Yes, there were.

Where's the other one?

Well, maybe they're in here.

Oh, look at this.

It's Gaston and Pang.

(laughs)

They were
in Chinatown.

Gaston.

You know, Pang.

Someone else I forgot.

Oh, let's see.

Annie Littleton.

She was in Chinatown, too.

And she saw
Pang, and she

screamed, "Tiananmen!
Tiananmen!"

Detective... please.

Please!

Then it looked
like trouble.

Oh, yes.

(laughs):
Oh.

There looked like

there was going
to be trouble.

But don't you worry.

Don't you worry.

Liam Montgomery.

'Cause he has his eye on things.

And he told you
there was trouble.

Now, he called you.

"There's trouble,
Mrs. Mobray."

(laughs)

And you said, "Take care of it,"
and he did.

And bang, bang!

Annie Littleton.

No.

I did no such thing.

But... but then...

all hell broke lose,
and Gaston and Pang--

they were fighting.

Pang wanted it.

Gaston wanted it,
and Pang wanted it...

Stop it.
This is not a joke.

These are precious,
precious artifacts.

They're priceless, in fact.

Priceless?

And that's why you had them
kill Annie Littleton?

No.

Never mind
that she had...

two kids.

Oh, they can get along fine
without their... mother.

Why not?

You did.

After your parents
were killed.

After the Japanese
bombed Shanghai.

There you are-- little Lucy

and her loving
parents...

living an
enchanted life.

And there's your...
your handsome father

who every day brought you
a new treasure.

"Here, Lucy."

"Here's a beautiful
terra-cotta doll

for my most special girl."

(sobbing)

Those were the happiest days
of your life.

And they were, hmm...
finished by a bomb burst?

But this toy--
it takes you back.

And that's what
makes it priceless

'cause you would
do anything

to get back
to that magical time.

And, well...

Annie Littleton
just got in your way.

She...

She was going to ruin
everything.

(sobbing)

I just had to have it!

(sobbing)

EAMES:
The Chinese
should be happy

to get that back.

It's the only one
of its kind.

Annie Ming Littleton
was one of a kind.