FITZ: ¶ I hear the sound
¶ Pum-pum-pum, pum-pum-pum
¶ Of dlstant drums
¶ Pum-pum-pum, pum-pum-pum
¶ Far away, pum-pum-pum, pum-pum-pum
¶ Far away
¶ And If they call
¶ For me to come
¶ Then I must go
¶ And you must stay
¶ So, Mary, marry me
¶ Let's not walt
¶ Let's share all the tlme we can
¶ Before It's too late
¶ Love me now, for now is all
¶ The time there may be
¶ So if you love me, Mary
¶ Mary, marry me
When I sing that, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Why?
Because the only time my dad ever whistled that tune
was when he was trying to control his temper.
And since he never did control his temper,
it was always a prelude to a slap round the back of the head.
That is negative conditioning.
(Laughter)
Now, of course, I claim it made me a better man.
But at the time, it just made me a faster runner.
But for all he knew - for all anyone knew -
it could have been the perfect trigger for a pathological mind.
Some killers rely on the flimsiest of excuses for the most heinous crimes.
So Distant Drums is not small.
By all accounts, I should be barking mad
and very, very...
(Yells)... angry!
(Nervous laughter)
Thank you.
Lost something in the translation? Bloody tough!
No, just ice. Just ice. Thanks.
Freud wasrt understood for 40 years. Laing still isn't.
Most English-speaking circuit lecturers modify the material for clarity.
I would just do the song, if it didn't affect the money.
I'd do it in a frock if it didn't affect the money.
Arrogant bastard.
Pardon?
(Speaks Cantonese)
My ears are burning.
My sister.
Dr Fitzgerald, I just wanted to say that was a fascinating lecture.
As clear as a bell. Well done.
My sister's boss.
- Gordon Ellison, Royal Hong Kong Police. - How are you doing?
(Machinery whirring)
Jimmy! How's the order for Peter Yang doing?
(Both speak Cantonese)
(Excited chattering)
Happy Birthday!
- What time do you want picking up tonight? - I'll finish around half five.
Listen, everyone. I've got some news for you.
Su Lin is pregnant.
Baby.
(Knock at door) - Come in.
Peter Yang to see you.
Thank you.
Peter! I was beginning to wonder whether you knew I still existed.
- Is Nancy all right? She's not hiding? - She's fine.
- Kids all right? - Yeah, they're good.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
Come and sit down.
Dennis, there's something I want you to look at.
What does it say?
You're in trouble.
Is that a question?
Dennis, I'm sorry but I need a better price on the order going through.
What are you talking about? How the hell can I do it for less?
You can't afford not to.
I'll buy you out. Whatever you owe, I'll cover it.
Then you can go home.
You spent ten years watching me build this up and you're poking this under my nose?
You must be out of your bloody mind.
When you were stuck, I helped you.
What's the problem, Peter?
Did your Beijing buccaneers tell you not to play with me any more?
No-one tells me how to run my business.
What about that lot?
Dort walk away from me! Llsten, for Chrlst's sake.
What are they supposed to do?
Think about yourself now, Dennis.
Get out.
Hi.
- Hi. - Hello.
- You are early. - I missed you.
Hello, blue eyes!
(Speaks Cantonese)
(Music drowns conversations)
FITZ: Judlth?
Oh, Katie! Hi.
Yeah, God, you sound just like your mother!
I'm fine, yes, fine.
Listen. Will you tell your mother I'm sending some money tomorrow?
Yeah. (Rustles notes)
Tell your mother you heard that!
Who's that in the background?
Brett?
You're dating a Brett, are you?
Aha. Well, just put him on the phone, will you? Just put him on...
(Line goes dead)
Come on, Freddie. Let's go.
- I feel a pulse. - That's a private game.
- You're not invited. - You don't bet, do you, Freddie?
You know what they call a Gwailo with money?
- A what? - A Gwailo.
"White ghost" - westerner. What do you call a Gwailo with money?
- I don't know. - "The target"!
(Fakes laughter) Do you know what we call a person who doesn't bet?
"The deceased."
It's all rlght, chaps.
I'm a tourist. I've got money to burn.
Peter Yang wants to take the factory off me.
He came round today and he was standing this far away from me.
I'm still trying to work out why I didn't just chin the bastard.
I'm sorry, Su Lin. I've let you down.
I've let you down and I should have said. And I'm saying now.
Saying what?
I lost three big contracts between March and May.
So I took a flier.
Took an order I couldrt supply.
I haven't the money to pay them back.
And now the bank's moving in for this place.
Why didn't you tell me?
What's the point? I was going to make everything all right.
I can't understand.
We just had a holiday.
You bought me two dresses last week. Where did the money come from?
You deserved it.
I'm not going to stop trying just cos I've told you.
OK.
We'll put thls place on the market tomorrow.
Do we owe money to the lawyer?
We can rent somewhere in Mongkok till we know how things are going to work out.
Do you want us to bring our child up in Mongkok?
If I can get hold of one decent contract, I can turn all this round and still bail us out.
Dennis, I can't have this baby.
We can't have this baby.
What are you talking about?
I've been to see Dr Sunny.
I swear to you, it's not just this.
I'm not ready. Neither are you.
Su Lin, don't do this to me. You can't do this.
I won't sit back and watch you work yourself to death for me or anyone else.
I love you.
We can start again, when the time is right.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Jesus!
(Women screaming)
For God's sake, you won!
(Siren in background)
What the hell's going on?
(Lively chatter)
You shouldn't have brought him here.
You sort out this mess. I'll take him to the car.
I think it's fantastic, you know.
The rest of the world fakes democracy, fakes diplomacy and fakes civilisation.
In Hong Kong, that's all bollocks. Show us your money, you've got a life.
I really like that.
Your life or death depends on the size of your wedge.
If life was as simple as that, I would have died years ago.
God! Did you see the size of that bloody thing?
Get in the car.
Yeah.
(Door buzzer)
(Click, then buzzing)
(Knock at door)
Come in.
Dennis. I'm glad you've changed your mind.
I have a copy of the contract.
How will you pay me?
I can make the cheque out to whoever you want.
I want to make it out to the business.
You'll wipe it out in taxes.
I want it making out to the business.
"Peter, give me a ring when you've time for a drink."
"Peter, give me a ring when you've got a minute."
You thought I was tapping you for a favour?
No shame in that. I've done enough for you.
Dennis, this has nothing to do with being friends.
It's business. I've got no choice.
No choice? This, and this, and this.
Now I'll tell you the good news. Su Lirs pregnant.
This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to me.
I don't know what to say.
What do you feel like saying?
Congratulations.
(Gasps)
(Metal door creaks and echoes)
I'm not gonna hurt you.
(Sobs)
I love you.
I just want you to think.
Please, think about the baby.
(She sobs) Dennls! No!
(Rattle of door being locked)
(Speaks Cantonese)
(Camera clicking)
(Speaks Cantonese)
I don't need any outside help. It's a business killing.
It bloody isn't. Peter Yang is a personal friend.
That implies he got his hands dirty. I keep track of all my bosom friends.
He's a wealthy man. There must be something.
I've already got reporters telling me what I ate last time I was seen in a restaurant with him.
I've got the widow's lawyer in my office, asking for my plan of action.
And I've got a meeting with his royal highness the sodding Commissioner.
This isn't good news for either of us.
I go in May, you walk neatly into the job. Yes? Not if this one falls down.
I don't want a desk job in the Metropolitan Police.
You don't want posting to some refugee unit.
All that's required is we throw everything that we've got at it.
You think a criminal psychologist is a safe bet? Think he's a responsible adult?
- It's something to throw at the press. - Why not just investigate the case?
Please.
(Talks excitedly in Cantonese)
I had less trouble with the bloody Poll Tax!
OK. Look. Look.
Yesterday money.
Today money. Next week money. Happy boy?
(Continues in Cantonese)
You pay.
OK. I'll do the washing up. Anything you like - anything but the blow job.
- You're an ill-natured old shite. - No money, no room.
Oh! I don't remember ordering anything from the "other" menu.
I just had you removed from the university.
Oh. Democracy in action. On what grounds?
One: Your lectures are under-researched, over-personalised bullshit.
Two: Commander Ellison needs your professional advice.
Well, tough titty! I'm not for hire. This is a lecture tour, not the lucky dip.
He'll pay good money,
whlch Is probably better news for your wlfe than It Is for you,
if your gambling's anything to go by. Right?
Tell Commander Ellison I'm flattered.
Tell him yourself.
A "business killing"? Is that not a euphemism for the little finger, the old pinky-ectomy?
Triads don't do fingers.
I'm attached to my little fingers. They're a very useful social tool in Britain.
More useful in some stages than the old penis.
And, yes, size doesn't matter. It's what you do with it.
In Edinburgh, we use it for getting more scones with our afternoon tea.
In Manchester, they use it for picking the scabs off their impetigo.
(Speaking in Cantonese)
He'll sign off the time of death to within three hours.
He won't say precisely if it's amateur or professional
and he won't commit himself to a murder weapon until the autopsy.
You speak Cantonese?
No, but I do speak postmortem to intermediate second year.
- Any sign of a robbery? - We don't know yet.
How heavy is that thing?
- Not heavy enough. - It depends how determined you are.
You're the psychologist?
Yes. You have no need of us here, apparently.
We're more straightforward about murder than you are.
I'll do my autopsy around five.
The press have found out that you're on board.
You may be asked to speculate but I'd rather you just talked
about your quallflcatlons and experlence In urban homlclde In Blrmlngham.
Manchester.
Well, it's not a hobby, Gordon. What are you offering?
- 2,000 a day, plus expenses. - Pounds?
- Dollars. - US?
Hong Kong.
(Sighs) Accommodation?
No.
OK, OK.
New accommodation?
- Where? - Ritz-Carlton.
He's got debts at the Tsang Te Hotel, which is pretty hard to achieve.
OK.
I'm not used to working alone.
You'll work dlrectly to DCI Cheung, who'll report to me.
The police force here have all the resources you need.
Well, if money's the only motive you're used to...
There's a detective in England I have a special relationship with.
I'll have to liaise with the Home Office. What's his name?
FITZ: Jane Penaligon. Greater Manchester Police.
I'll need her to help me.
Are you absolutely confident that you can be of assistance?
- This murder's not about money. - We don't know that yet.
Was the wallet intact?
OK.
Forget about the victim. Try and picture your killer.
He's on a different mission. He's completely unarmed.
When the shit hits the fan, does he shoot him, does he stab him? No.
He stoves his head in with a nickel-plated trophy.
He's in an office, surrounded by heavier objects, and what does he choose?
A trophy on a shelf so high, he has to reach up to get it for his murder weapon.
Thls man knew hls vlctlm.
He envles hls vlctlm. He resented hls achlevements.
This is no straightforward murder. This is disorganised communication.
When you're checklng hls contacts, keep your eyes peeled for underachlevers.
Dr Fitzgerald, that's absolutely bloody fascinating.
None of which you'll find out from an autopsy. Oh, I feel as if I know you. Call me Fitz.
(Knock at door) - Yeah?
(Greets him in Cantonese)
Oh, I'm sorry. Please sit down.
What can I do for you, Mr...?
My girlfriend came to see you last week. Su Lin Tang.
Is she with you?
She's scared.
I think you've put her off.
Off what?
The abortion.
I can't discuss this with you. If she wants to come back,
or you come back together, I'll go over the details.
Go over the details for me.
How much is this gonna cost?
(Knock at door)
Yeah?
I've left my bag. Can I...?
Please, go ahead.
Thank you.
$6,500.
Slx-flve?
Cheap at half the price.
Very cheap.
Not everyone on this island is as wealthy as you are.
(As Sean Connery) Is weakness an opportunity or opportunity a weakness?
Just sit on the bed and we'll discuss this.
(Knock at door, then doorbell)
Yeah?
Sir, your message.
Thanks.
Oh, right.
Have a drink on me.
Right.
(Car alarm deactivate bleeps)
You either are something, Dr Sunny, or you're not.
There's nothing, absolutely nothing, in between.
How old's my child?
It's not the place to discuss your girlfriend's situation.
She hasn't got a situation.
And who's asking for a discussion?
I don't listen to people like you.
(Door squeaks open)
(Engine starts)
How old's my child? Two and a half months?
I'm seeing something with a chance to grow. What are you looking at?
Nobody stands a chance with people like you.
You swan about like God, but look at the state of you.
Are you proud of yourself?
My job is to deliver babies. I don't just do terminations.
Well, you're not doing this one.
(Dr Sunny screams)
I don't want personal relationships screwing up my investigation.
Coming from another female detective,
might I suggest it's a trifle narrow-minded and just a little ironic
that you should assume it's personal.
You specifically asked for her to be placed in a room connected to yours.
Yeah.
You're costing me a lot of money. I'm not paying for a honeymoon.
Oh, Jesus, no!
Aye aye!
Where is she?
I didn't know spouses were invited.
Having said that, Reenie would have loved that flight.
DCI Wise, Greater Manchester Police.
- DCI Janet Lee Cheung. - Nice to meet you.
Reenie wants a wind chime. Before I go home, remind me - a wind chime.
Otherwise I'm a dead man.
Penaligon! Where's Penaligon?
Penaligors been made up to an Inspector, so she's had to go back to school.
The Home Office wanted a senior officer. I was the only one with holidays left.
Didrt you get the message?
I hope you don't mind having the room next to Dr Fitzgerald. Fitz.
The furthest I've been is Fuengirola.
God, look at me. I'm sweating like a bloody pig already.
Are the coppers here on really good money, love?
(Radio conversation in Cantonese)
OK. There's been another murder. I hope you're fit for action.
Oh, yeah. I'm wide awake now.
No!
(Screams) Please, let me go!
Dennis, let me go!
(Sobs)
Oh, it's hot in here.
That'll help.
Oranges.
Juicer. You need as much vit C as you can get your hands on.
And you can't overdose, apparently, cos anything you don't use, you get rid of.
Vitamin pills. No vitamin A. That's bad for you - it's bad for the baby.
Liver damage, if you read the books.
Stretch band. You know what a stretch band is for?
It's all cardiovascular.
Guarantees your circulatiors absolutely tops.
Under your foot. Around your wrist.
And stretch. It tightens all your muscles.
I just want to go.
Where?
Home.
Take me home.
Please. Look at me.
You need a doctor.
It's all right. I've found one.
So you'd have gone to your sister's, ignored the phone for a couple of days,
so Dr Sunny could have done the business, and I'd have been none the wiser?
Three-day tiff?
Don't worry. I've got it sorted.
I'm gonna make it work.
A couple of kids would make sense of it all. I remember you saying it.
I said that three years ago.
I'm saying you were right.
I'm on your side. You should be smiling.
We've got nothing to offer.
Imagine what it'll look like.
I say "it". You might have had a scan for all I know. Do you know what sex it is?
You can't keep me here till I deliver a baby.
Our baby.
Look at me. Look at you.
Just imagine what it'll look like.
If you keep me here, I'll die.
Don't be a softy.
Look at me.
Would I hurt you? Have I ever hurt you?
I'll get you everything you need.
This is spacious for Hong Kong. It's bigger than our first apartment.
You've got a bed. You've got books. Tlme to thlnk.
On your feet. You've work to do, madam.
Under your left foot.
Around your wrists.
And stretch.
Pull!
It only works if you get a sweat on, Su Lin.
That's it. Good.
You're gonna be fantastic at all this.
Keep going. Keep going.
(Muffled screams)
We have to treat these as two separate murders.
Wrong!
The first was killed with a blunt instrument.
The second was knifed.
The first was killed in a private office, the second in a public place.
The face of Peter Yang was covered. Dr Sunny wasrt.
Dr Sunny was left sunny-side up because he had no shame in killing him.
Either he'd never met the man, or he's simply losing his conscience.
The behavioural hallmarks of both murders are absolutely identical.
There's a second weapon because the first is down at the forensic lab.
The important thing is that he took a weapon to the second murder.
He's shifted from being "a man who has killed" to being "a killer".
He's more experienced, more organised, and he's harder to catch.
He commits ritual humiliation on his victims.
"You may be more powerful than me, there's nothing I can do about that,
but if I take your life, then I have won."
You are saying humiliatiors his only motive?
Absolutely.
Fact: Dr Sunny was carrying $10,000 when he left his office.
His secretary saw him pack it.
Fact: Only $3,500 remained.
In the absence of further evidence,
we treat the killing of Dr Sunny as aggravated robbery with homicide.
The killer was disturbed. There must be witnesses.
And this means absolutely nothing?
Prayer? Praying?
What are you? C of E? Methodist?
Only when I go into hospital. You?
Catholic. Only when I go to the bookies.
"Hail Mary, Mother of God, pray for us winners, now and at the hour of our death."
This is a Christian symbol. A western gesture.
No, not necessarily.
It is when you're about to die.
- How many people have you interviewed? - 42.
- How many of them westerners? - None.
One.
You're looking in the wrong place. Whoever killed these men isn't Chinese.
He's white. Western. Caucasian. An outsider.
But he's not a visitor. He lives here.
He knew his way around Peter Yang's address book.
He's a loser, because he yearns power.
The only reason he trashed the office after the murder is...?
To the jet-lagged Scouser at the front.
To make it look like a robbery.
Because?
Because he wanted to protect his own identity.
Which means he could have been traced back to his victim.
Does that narrow the field down for you?
You need to go to bed.
That's very forward of you.
I was talking to him.
What?
(Toy bleeping)
(Pop music in background)
Do you know what the time is? Can you tell me the time?
OK. Very good watch.
No, I've got one.
No, no, no! This very good. The watch very good.
Yeah, but I've got one, thank you. No!
Can you tell me what the time is, please? The right time.
No, I'm fine! Honestly.
(Music on TV)
(Snores gently)
FITZ: Wrong!
If he lives this high up, he's not an underachiever.
DCI Wise.
Frank Can'ter. How are you doing?
- How are you doing? - Eddie Fitzgerald.
Erm... the boss.
DCI Cheung.
I'm due at the airport by half past. You've got ten minutes.
Oh, absolutely not. He was completely scrupulous.
He worked hard, if that's a crime.
Slept about slx hours a day but...
the joke was that Peter Yang did some of his best business with his eyes shut.
Pure instinct. He just made tons of money.
That's one thing the Chinese - forgive me - have a genuine respect for.
Thank God!
- Are these all the names you could think of? - Yeah.
Will you be staying, Frank?
- Staying? - After the handover.
Will you be staying where the money is or going home?
I'll be moving down to Singapore.
You've had 15 minutes.
Somebody needs to find my laddo some deodorant.
(Machinery whirring)
Peter wasrt just a businessman. He had a lot of decent friends.
Like you?
Yeah, like me.
How long had you done business with him?
Off and on, ten years.
Peter was a good mate. It was him talked me into the move.
- Where from? - Essex. Romford.
The day before the murder, Peter Yang wrote you a cheque.
For an order. He did every quarter. For that order, actually.
Well, It's all pald for.
Presumably Nancy, his wife, will take over the business.
You'll be going to the funeral? You were that close?
Of course.
It's too early to talk business, but I've told Nancy I'll help.
How come this cheque for nearly three times the normal order?
He'd made some new contacts on the mainland. He was doing well.
In case you hadrt noticed, the Chinese are getting very Chinese this year.
But he was keen for us to keep working things out.
Do you find the money sexy, Dennis?
That's an odd question!
Can't be many Romford boys send air mail home.
Do you know anyone with a grudge against Peter Yang?
No.
We think Peter Yang knew his killer. When did you last see him?
I'm a suspect?
Formality.
He came here on Tuesday. Didrt stay long.
- Wltnesses? - Everyone in the building.
Thanks for your time.
(Car door shuts)
(Rattling at door)
(Footsteps)
It's only me, sleepyhead. It's OK.
I was just dreaming about you.
Me? Dreaming what?
(Excitedly) Dreaming what?
You'll laugh.
No.
I dreamed...
...we'd just got married.
It was a hot day.
You couldn't see my feet...
because the dress came all the way down to my shoes.
You couldn't see my face, because the veil came all the way down to here.
When you lifted it to kiss me...
...everything felt perfect.
Are you asking me to marry you?
I fell asleep... thinking about the first time I ever met you.
Handsome, for an Englishman.
Polite, for a businessman.
You said I was the most beautiful woman you'd ever met.
Are you asking me to marry you?
I'm waiting for you to ask me.
What are you talking about?
What are you doing?
- You're thinking about the baby? - No. Just ask me.
I've asked you a dozen times. You don't want a wedding.
Your timing was bad. Just ask me now.
You'll come to England with me. Away from this mess.
Shh. Shh. Ask me.
Just ask me.
Su Lin, I want you to marry me.
OK.
Two conditions.
You promise me on your life I'll get the best wedding Hong Kong's ever seen?
You promise me, in England, when we start again, you talk to me?
When you look at me, you see someone you can trust.
Someone who loves you.
We look after each other. OK?
Yes.
Let's go home. OK?
Where are you going?
Take me with you! Dennis!
Take me with you!
Not yet. I'm in charge of this one.
I want this to be a surprise.
(Screams) No! Dennis!
(Sobs)
(Doorbell) - Yeah?
(Doorbell) - Yes! Yes?
Yes, yes, yes!
Hi.
Come on in.
God, what time do you people work until?
This is not what I'm used to.
- This is not what I'm used to. - What's happened?
You were right about Dr Sunny. He wasrt robbed.
We found the money.
Please, don't look at those and tell me, "You get used to it."
Jesus.
With a guy like this... you get no guarantees.
Except that he hates himself, and hates what he's doing,
so much so that he wants to be stopped.
If he wants to be caught, why is he hiding?
Not caught - stopped.
You're heading the investigation. He knows you're in charge.
He's never even met you
but he's trying to make you responsible for his crime.
If you think like Pavlov's dog, you'll get nowhere.
Try and thlnk llke hlm. Thlnk llke you're desperate.
When it gets to this bit in Manchester, we throw cold water over him.
You have to recognise this mars pain.
I can't do that.
- Dr Sunny left three children... - That's not your problem.
...aged 5, 7 and 11.
It's not your concern.
I still don't buy the motive.
A wealthy exporter and an obstetrician.
- If we can't connect them, we have no case. - An obstetrician?
You were with me when I viewed the office. It's on the door.
Not in English, it's not.
Some babies survive, some babies don't get that far.
Miscarriage?
Abortion?
- What does an abortion cost on the island? - $6,000.
$6,500... maybe.
Right...
She finds out she's pregnant.
She goes to see about an abortion, he finds out, kills Dr Sunny.
I still don't understand what Peter Yang's murder has to do with this.
FITZ: Glltterlng example of success.
This guy's got everything that our man hasn't got.
The killer's wife planning to abort the child they both know they can't afford.
Otherwise, why stuff that precise amount down Dr Sunny's throat?
Why not stick it in the bank if you're that skint?
Because the money is not as important as the principle.
It hangs together.
Yeah. Like a wrestler's plums.
DENNIS: Do you, Su Lln Tang,
honour the promlse that you wlll take thls man, Dennls Colln Phllby,
as your lawful wedded husband?
SU LIN: I do.
Do you, Dennis Colin Philby, honour the promise
that you will take this woman, Su Lin Tang,
to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish,
and to love,
and vow to protect her for as long as you both shall live?
I do.
You may now kiss the bride.
This is the happiest day of my life.
(Speaks Cantonese)
These are this week's patients for termination.
Are there normally that many?
(Speaks Cantonese)
(Replies in Cantonese)
In summer, yes.
(Speaks Cantonese)
These are all the appointments from the day of the murder.
We'll have to work through these.
Yep.
(Chatter)
Catherine?
DCI Janet Lee Cheung.
When I read about the murder, I didn't know what to do.
I'm nearly four months already.
Your parents don't know?
My parents work for the government.
And your boyfriend?
He's a student teacher.
JANET: Your last appolntment wlth Dr Sunny was on the 1 7th, at 2pm?
(Shrill whistle)
No... I was on my way back to school, but I realised I'd left my bag.
I used a handbag to make me look older.
You went back to surgery. You saw Dr Sunny?
He was with a patient. I got the bag and left.
- I dldrt see the mars face. - The man?
An Englishman. His back was to me.
- Why English? Why not Caucasian, White? - I dort know.
Maybe I picked out words or an accent before I knocked.
Could you identify him?
Fair hair. He had a briefcase on his knee.
Promise you won't say anything to my dad? Please?
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
Ring me if you need to.
You've got my number.
Are you all right?
You do? You don't? You do?
Don't.
But I will.
Ellisors complaining about how much we're spending on you.
Yes, well, you did try and warn him.
Waiter? Another bottle of this, when you're ready.
So.
Have you ever said it?
Said what?
You've never cracked, pinned him to the wall, told him what an arsehole he is?
That's not my opinion.
You just don't like him.
Oh, and you do?
The Brit with no talent and your job?
That is loyalty approaching self-abuse. That's a nasty English habit you've picked up.
I can think of worse.
Your parents wouldn't agree with that, would they?
They had much bigger plans for you.
I bet you had to fight them to get into the police force.
What does your father do?
- He's a stockbroker. - Taught you English from so high?
I was taught lots of languages.
Yeah, but this is an English colony.
You're surrounded by 18-carat Englishness.
But he chose to have to tutored in the language of opportunity by an American.
What does he think of Ellison?
At least Ellisors honest.
I think the worst kind of Europeans
are those who... have strong opinions about what other Europeans are doing here.
Oh!
Well, a fly-by lecture tour is hardly an invasive occupation.
Not unless I start farting Land Of Hope And Glory to introduce a lecture.
Which I like to think I've grown out of.
- Do you often do lecture tours? - First and last.
Wanky academics flying round the world, pretending it's a mercy dash.
"Oh, we must exchange cultures!" "Yes, we must exchange cultures!"
I've seen more cultures on a pasteurised yogurt.
- So, were you happy when we came along? - Sure.
Not nearly as happy as my wife. Scunthorpe!
(Knock at door)
Su Lin?
(Speaks Cantonese)
Su Lin?
(Doorbell)
I hope that's the granny.
(Speaks Cantonese)
Her daughter left home on Tuesday night and hasn't called since.
Just before the murder.
What murder?
Dr Sunny. Did you know him?
What Dr Sunny got to do with Su Lin?
You didn't know she was pregnant?
FITZ: She consulted hlm about a termlnatlon.
She never turned up for the appointment.
(lnterprets)
She wouldn't do that.
Oh, shit.
You know whose house we're in, don't you?
(Rattling outside)
(Screams)
(Cries out)
(Shouts in Cantonese)
(Forklift engine roars)
MAN: Come In.
Dennis Philby? Gerald Freeman.
- We've met. - Have we?
Patrick Lee's birthday party, October-ish.
You're a friend of Patrick's?
You're kidding. We're like brothers.
- Your wife's big in the legal eagle world. - You've a good memory.
- Is she all right? Kids all right? - Oh, no kids.
Right! Not that good a memory, then.
- Dennis Philby? - (Speaks Cantonese)
Check his diaries and his phone log. Let's find him.
(Speaks Cantonese)
I don't know what you want me to say.
"Congratulations" wouldn't go amiss. It's taken me long enough to persuade her.
"Mrs Dennis Philby." Sounds really weird.
Feels really weird, I tell you.
She needs a passport. You just say yes, don't you?
About a year ago, a batch of marriage certificates were lost at the printer's.
Selling for $20-30,000.
This isn't even a good copy.
I've seen them for sale myself down in Temple St Market.
But you know what the joke is?
It literally isn't won'th the paper it's printed on.
They're pointless, Dennis.
The only passports issued were to High Yield Émigrés.
Hyenas, to be cynical.
The UK tried to make out it was refugee rescue.
But the only status they targeted since Patten pitched camp is big business.
If you were on that list, you wouldn't be here now.
Look, I'm a Briton. I want a passport for my wife.
If this is all you've got, she is not your wife.
I married Su Lin yesterday and it's my bloody right to take her to England.
Hey, calm down.
I should be notlfylng the pollce now. I wort.
Turn round and go.
We'll forget I ever saw this.
20 grand in cash.
I didn't hear that.
30.
This is my job.
40. Please.
Look, I am trying to do you a bloody big favour here.
And really, the best thing you could do right now is just piss off. OK?
OK. I'm going.
(Speaks Cantonese)
Dennis Philby.
P-H-l-L-B-Y.
(Speaks Cantonese)
Su Lin!
Su Lin! Su Lin, it's all right, I'm here.
I'm comlng back, OK?
I'm comlng back. We'll be together, I promlse you.
I love you.
Dennis?
Dennis! Dennis!
Dennis! Don't go!
Dennis! Dennis?
JANET: This doesn't make sense.
What does he want?
Philby came here this morning.
We found this in this fella's desk.
He married her?
Let me get this serial number checked.
I've a shipment ready to move.
I have to get it on tomorrow's 10 o'clock to Southampton.
(Buzz of chatter)
(Market traders call out)
Move!
Right.
I think we're beyond civilian assistance now.
Me?
Enjoy the money. It's been a pleasure meeting you.
- I thought he was a participant? - Measured by what?
His results or the money?
You only know it's him because he ran.
He only ran because he was chased.
Your only link to his victims is his girlfriend, who's not here. Good luck, Gordon.
Where's that canteen?
You stay.
It's a bit premature for a cultural coup.
If he goes, I go.
You shouldn't even be talking to me without my lawyer.
- We'll get you a duty lawyer. - I don't want a duty lawyer.
Willy Teng's my lawyer. I want him here.
Don't be awkward.
Just answer the questions.
You murdered Peter Yang for money.
- He wrote you a cheque. - That was Monday.
The date on the cheque was Monday.
His wife confirms that his handwriting looks... strange.
- Because he wrote the cheque under duress. - Rubbish.
Your dabs are all over his chequebook.
I'm being questioned for murder because I held a chequebook?
FITZ: No.
You're belng questloned for murder
because your girlfriend checked in with Dr Sunny for an abortion.
Dr Sunny, who you murdered in - and please don't take this too personally -
a manner befitting a boy from Romford.
What?
The only tlme I ever went to Romford,
I was chasing this nymphomaniac whose parents were away for the weekend.
Neither of which turned out to be true.
There I was under her window going, "Go on, Mitzi, gi's a shag!"
Her dad came flying out the front door and smacked me in the mouth.
Who's he?
If ever you're passing through England, you must look me up.
I can offer you a 10% discount.
On account of the fact that I feel as if I already know what makes you tick.
"Murders when provoked."
- Were you provoked, Dennis? - No.
Never?
Never provoked?
- Ever won anything, Dennis? - How much are you paying this joker?
Peter Yang was killed with a business trophy. I just wondered how significant that was.
It's not as if you're one of 11 children, Dennis.
I'm just wondering where all that competition came from.
Only son of carpenter... mother's name begins with M...
Mary?
Maureen?
Gloria!
No, I was cheating, of course.
I peeked at the notes my colleague had faxed through from London.
He's been talking to your family.
- What have you said? - Me?
Three dead bodies, blood all over the place, in all the newspapers.
Blah de-blah de-blah. As you do.
FITZ: So. Only chlld.
Working-class family. Middle of Romford. What's the name of the firm?
Jack Philby and Co, Joiners.
Oh.
Didrt fancy the business yourself?
- No. - A couple of O-levels talked you out of it?
Three A-levels. Chemistry. Physics. Business Studies.
Business Studies! Hah!
Bloody hell, Dennis!
If these aren't grounds to sue for course fees, I don't know what are.
I wouldn't trust you with a piggy bank.
So.
You're explaining to your family why their lifestyle isn't good enough for them
cos you set your sights sky-high since you've blossomed into a...
...an educated Essex boy.
At one time considered to be a contradiction in terms.
- How are they taking it? - He's proud of me.
- Did he say as much? - Yes.
He lied.
A skllled worker, In a tradltlonal occupatlon?
Nothing he wants more than the whole ritual of bringing up a child,
setting him free, only to have him flying straight back,
stick to his dad like shit to an army blanket.
Join the firm, take the wages, move two streets away.
"What am I doing wrong? I can't get rid of him."
But Inslde, he's slnglng.
Huge compllment for a man llke that.
Don't take the piss out of my father.
You did.
You must have done.
You think my education was wasted?
You're a middle-aged shrink, and the best you can do is a few naff Essex jokes?
You're really original!
- Proud of Essex? - Yes.
- And your parents? - Yes.
You love your family so much...
...you chose to live 6,000 miles away.
A totally different life, in totally the opposite direction.
- Running from what? - Nothing. That was business.
Ah. Which was going so well, you just wanted to share it with the rest of the world.
- If that's how you want to put it. Yes. - No.
Your business had collapsed, Dennis. You are filth. F-l-L-T-H.
Failed In London. Try Hong Kong.
You came here to run away and escape from your failure, Dennis.
That's all right. That's half the Brits here.
Peter Yang persuaded me to set up here cos he knew we'd make a bloody killing.
Pardon your Freudian French.
I'd have thought a man like you, Dennis, would be more sympathetic to your victims.
Peter Yang, a millionaire, whose only failing was that...
he had everything you'd ever wanted.
Or Dr Sunny, whose failing wasrt actually that he was going to perform an abortion,
but that he had the power to control your future.
This is all wind and piss. You've got the wrong man.
No, Dennls.
You've got the wrong man.
The Vlctorlans came by boat, you know, plsslng themselves wlth glee.
Do you know why they call It the Fragrant Harbour?
It wasrt the herbs and the spices.
It certainly wasrt the shellfish.
No. It was the smell of crisp pound notes and cash registers.
Turn it on.
They came, they saw, they conquered.
Just like you, Dennis.
Big boys' playground.
You only had to be here to look successful to your family.
- Can you turn the light on, please? - We shouldn't have been here to begin with.
Indla was a doddle cos the masses were passlve.
We plundered the Commonwealth wlth scarce a squeak.
But we really overstretched ourselves when we came out here. Know why?
Because they want success even more than we do. It's written on your face.
And his. And mine. Gwailos. White ghosts. We are visitors, Dennis.
- You would never belong here. - Turn it on.
- Turn it on! Turn it on! - Sit down!
(Dennis shouts) - Sit down!
DCI Cheung.
(Dennis shouts)
I want you to stop this pantomime.
- I think that's a mistake. - I don't give a shit. Get him out of there.
No.
Get him out.
No.
FITZ: When I sald "famlly", you sald "hlm".
When I sald "parents", you sald "hlm".
You do have a mother, you know, Dennis. He didn't carve you out of blockwood.
Dated 1985.
So why does your mother not count as family?
Who do you think you've favoured, Dennis? Mother or father?
Him.
Really?
You've changed your hair colour. You must have been the spit of her.
- No. - Oh, yes.
You've got the wrong man.
The man we're looking for kills his victims in the dark, before dressing them.
Ties their hands like that. Anybody you know, Dennis?
No.
So. You're terrified of the dark and you're ashamed of your mum.
Is that common in Romford?
- What did you see in the dark? - Please don't do this.
What did you see, Dennis?
It can't scare me, Dennis.
You're trembling. Look.
I can help you.
- Just tell me. - I can't see anything.
If I phone the house, who do I speak to first, mother or father?
Lt'll tear him apart. He'll blame me.
He doesn't know?
- No. - Your little secret. Yours and your mother's.
That you're somebody else's son.
- I'm not. - Every year you get a llttle older,
look a little less like your father, until it gets embarrassing.
You're only a child and whenever you look in a mirror, you look more like that man.
That man who made love to your mother.
He's wrltten all over your face.
Till one day your father gives a sideways glance and he knows.
He knows that you and your mother have been lying to him for all these years.
- You're the one he'll blame. - It wasrt my fault.
- You didn't tell him. - I didn't know what was going on.
We were "going to the library".
You were her alibi.
Libraries aren't dark.
Garages are.
- What kind of garage? - Repair shop.
You're smelling the petrol.
You're smelling the oil.
They push you into a corner.
Push you into an office?
"Play with your books, Dennis. Read your books."
How can you read your books when they put the light out?
How can you do anything with the light out?
They've locked the door.
You're rattling the handle, kicking and screaming to be let out.
All you can hear is grasping and groaning.
That's your mother out there!
- What's happenlng to her? - She's shagging him.
You're guessing.
I took a torch.
The thlrd tlme, I took a torch.
You saw him?
Yes.
Dld she take you agaln?
On Mondays.
"Library Day."
And you stopped kicking?
That mars banging your mum out there and you let it happen?
DENNIS: You let It happen,
cos she's telling you you'll hurt your dad if you open your mouth.
The family'll fall apart and you don't want to cause that.
So you sit in the dark, with your torch and your books,
and pretend you don't know what's going on.
Pretend it never crossed your mind how far back they went,
before you.
And you're on the way to school,
and your dad thlnks you're not talklng to hlm because he's done somethlng wrong.
He's laughing,
because he's running out of lists of things he could have done.
Then he gives up but you still can't speak.
Then a Sunday afternoon, you get back from Nars,
and he's looking at you like he hates you.
Really hates you.
You can't see her, but she's crying somewhere.
Your nan walks you to school now and nobody says a word about it.
It takes what seems like years for him to open his mouth again,
and when he does, his voice sounds different.
You just keep wlshlng you could get out from under hls feet.
And when he gives you your first wodge of money to start your own business,
you know exactly why he's doing it.
This is bloody biblical, Dennis.
If you hadrt murdered three people... I'd be weeping into a bucket. I really would.
What you've just given me is the highly digestible notion...
that people aren't nice to each other.
Is that your secret? It that your excuse?
Three dead bodies. Three more families liquidised?
When I left home, she left home.
He's sitting there on his own and he's done nothing wrong.
When Su Lin got pregnant, I knew that was my ticket home.
I get a baby.
Something that's mine, something I cherish.
I take it to England and I show it to him. Not her - him.
I'm showing him a beautiful family.
I'm wanting him to know that I'm not like that. I'm not like her.
I want him to feel we belong to him.
But she wanted to abort?
She didn't think we were ready.
She had no idea how ready I was.
I'm saylng It's my blggest chance, and she'sjust not buylng lt.
The buslness Is bomblng, the colony's bomblng,
and I've spent just about as long away from home as I can.
I knew she'd never be solid about it.
I couldn't trust her word she wouldn't just go off and do it behind my back.
She was never a good liar.
Was?
She's dead.
I killed her.
What about the others?
Peter Yang, Dr Sunny and the civil servant.
JANET: You'll repeat thls In front of a lawyer?
Yes.
Where's the body?
I've lost a wife and child like he's lost a wife and child.
So when he comes to see me,
we'll understand each other.
- He's lying. - He's not.
Forensics found human hair in his car boot. And blood.
We know it's her type cos of the doctor's records.
Please, just listen to him. It's Camberwick Green.
All he's confessed to is just fantasy.
His fantasies are all tagged in the morgue.
- You can look. - No, her. Her!
If he'd killed her, he would have confessed in five seconds.
We needed a confession, we got one. Why the hell would he confess?
Why do you think, you vacuous shite?
You just pissed on your chips, Doctor. Please leave the building now.
She is alive and he knows where she is.
Folic acid.
Iron pills for pregnant women.
- So? - He was buying them and he's not up the stick.
Wherever he's got her, he planned to keep her there till she gave birth.
Without him, she'll die.
I can't take responsibility for letting him go.
If you wait for the Commissioner's decision, she's going to die.
If she dies, you take responsibility for both those lives.
- We've no guarantee he'll lead us to her. - Leave it to me. I guarantee he will.
OK...
Pick a lawyer.
- He confessed. - A confession exacted under duress.
You're not qualified to take confessions.
You're a civilian and you've just jeopardised my entire investigation!
I want to see my client.
That man is guilty.
JANET: It doesnt matter, you jerk!
You put words Into hls mouth. You've screwed my case.
- I want you out of thls bulldlng! - I want to see my cllent now.
Mr Philby, my name is Sam Kai. I've been assigned.
I'm going to get you out of here.
You've been asked to make a statement on tape.
That's not going to happen. You don't say anything till we have talked.
No.
They've got no evidence against you. They had no right to hold you in the first place.
- Why didn't you call a lawyer? - I tried...
(Speaks Cantonese)
Dak.
- They've got my car. They took my car away. - You get your things, I'll handle the car.
They're letting you go, Dennis?
Me too.
I suppose a lift's out of the question.
I don't want to talk to this man.
I don't want to talk to this man! Car keys. Car keys!
You're a liar, Dennis.
- But I know your little secret. - I don't want to talk to you.
Su Lirs not dead. You haven't killed her.
- You know what the real tragedy is? - Shut up.
You're too late. She's already had the termination.
What?
Ten days ago, when you were in Macao. She made all your decisions for you.
She doesn't trust you, you see.
You lying bastard!
Have you spoken to the mother? Wei Wei?
I have.
(Car alarm deactivate bleep)
I'll see you at my office in about an hour.
And drive carefully.
Now he'll go to her.
(Helicopter whirring)
We've got two cars tailing him from the other side.
He's not stupld.
(Shouts in Cantonese)
(Cantonese on radio)
They lost him on the other side of the tunnel.
What?!
(Cantonese on radio)
He must have other premises in Kowloon.
Nope.
If he's renting, he's not spending money through his account.
What is there in Kowloon for him?
With a prize that big, there's only one place - one person - he's gonna take it to.
His father. He's taking her to England.
Tough shit. We've got all his documents. He won't get through.
Maybe he doesn't have to show his face.
He's moving boxes and crates all the time. That's what he does for a living.
JANET: There was an export order booked from hls factory.
The documents were on the office wall.
He's gone bust. What's he supposed to be exporting?
JANET: That's where freight's stored in shipping crates.
Tsing Yi Island.
His second home. That's where he'll be.
(Clattering outside)
(Weakly) Dennis?
Dennis!
DENNIS: You bltch! You lylng bloody whore.
(Clattering)
Why are you saying that? Dennis!
Dennis!
OK. They've found him!
(Sirens wail)
Put your guns away. No guns.
I lied, Dennis!
I lied. There was no abortion.
I lied so you'd come here,
so I'd find Su Lin.
The lawyer was a copper.
I'm afraid we all lied, because none of us want her to die.
(Engine starts)
Look at me, Dennis. Look at me.
On my childrers lives, Dennis -
on my children -
Su Lin is still carrying your baby.
(Revs engine)
If you still need proof that you're entitled to a future, look at her.
She's been with you for five years. Does she think you're a foreign body?
No! She loves you!
She's the only woman you've ever met who doesn't give a shit about the baggage.
And if you feel pushed out, well, that's not her fault.
We should never have been here. None of us. It's not just you.
(Tyres squeal)
(Roars)
MAN: Dort worry, we'll open the door!
(Clattering)