(foreboding music)
- The next stage on our tour is Ayers Rock.
The most famous rock formation in Australia,
if not the world.
1,140 feet high, six and a half miles around,
its red coloration comes from the iron oxide,
which is spread all over places in the region.
(anticipatory music)
(scuffling) (screaming)
(scuffling)
(groaning)
(gun fires)
- Ah gee, gimme a break!
(groaning) (scuffling)
(car exploding)
- [Man In Red Shirt] Heroin?
- Well it's not sherbet.
Welcome to Australia, Mr. Chan.
I'm Taylor, Federal Narcotics Bureau.
And you're wanted in Hong Kong for robbery,
drug peddling, and murder.
Oh yeah we've been expecting you.
So do yourself a favor and answer a few questions.
Who sent you, who do you work for?
You're no use to them now.
- Yeah and I love you too.
Now what are their names?
No speakity English huh, okay.
We'll get someone down from Hong Kong who
can speak to you, I'm sure you two will really hit it off.
(anticipatory music)
(gun fires)
- Shit.
Where am I?
- You have landed safely?
- Yeah I'm all right, what is this place?
Army Headquarters?
(speaking foreign language)
Hey just a bloody minute.
- Your name please?
- Where are they taking that?
- Your name.
- Caroline Thorne.
Look the bloke who owns that thing
isn't gonna like it when he finds--
- Where are you staying in Hong Kong, Ms. Thorne?
- The Hong Kong Hotel.
You can't just--
- We can Ms. Thorne.
I'm Inspector Fang Sing Leng, of Hong Kong Special Branch.
- How do you do, Inspector?
- You have broken airspace regulations.
There may be charges, your kite will be confiscated
until your case is heard.
- I told you, it's not my kite.
- But we will let you have the charges.
- Listen, I work for a newspaper in Sydney
and I'm doing a story about kite-flying.
- Are you Australian?
- Yes, does that mean you'll drop the charges?
- Haha, relations between our two countries
are not quite so good as that.
You will come with me, Ms. Thorne.
- Are you gonna give me the third degree?
You're famous for that here aren't you?
- I'm going to escort you back to your hotel.
- Well in an unmarked car I hope, I don't want people
thinking I mix with policemen.
(calming music)
- [Fang] What do you think of Hong Kong, Ms. Thorne?
- Uh, beautiful, squalid, exhilarating and frightening.
All the traditional contradictions of the East
in one city, at least that's what I'll write in my column.
For instance you had the best wind lifts for
kite-flying I've ever come across.
And yet at the same time, the air in Kowloon is
one of the worst pollution records in the world.
- Do all Australian journalists travel by kite?
- Do all Chinese policemen drive Mercedes?
- Only Special Branch.
- And what's so special about the Special Branch?
- Permit me to show you.
(romantic music)
- Can I have my kite back now?
I do have to be in Sydney by the weekend.
- Certainly, I will arrange it.
- Wow, you're full of surprises.
- So are you Caroline.
- You're my first Chinese.
- Will you review me in your column?
(laughing)
- Ah tell me Inspector do you often take white girls to bed?
- Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
- Do I have to make a reservation?
- We will meet again when I come to Sydney.
- When's that gonna be?
- Soon, there's a man I have to find,
a dealer in narcotics.
- I see, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
- You're right Caroline, a man's gotta do,
what a man's got to do.
(upbeat music)
(relaxing music)
- G'day.
- Fancy seeing you here.
- You weren't planning to keep him to yourself were you?
What's his name?
- Fang Sing Leng, Inspector, Hong Kong Special Branch.
- Inspector?
That's a lotta muscle for a routine extradition isn't it?
- Well what did you expect, a bloody traffic cop?
- I wouldn't want him rocking the boat man,
I mean if Wilton doesn't find out how close we are,
we could crack this anytime.
- Ah don't worry mate, extraditions are copper's perks.
It's funny because it's the holiday for him.
- Inspector Taylor.
- Inspector Fang Sing Leng?
Good to see you.
- You too.
- Bob Taylor.
- Morrie Grosse.
- Sergeant Grosse is with our Narcotics Bureau.
- Boom boom.
-Ah, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Fancy a cup of tea?
- Well, okay.
- Good, there's a little cafe we have.
It doesn't do a bad job, considering.
While you're here we'd like you to enjoy yourself.
Do you have any vices?
- I like to gamble, now and then.
I go to Macau, it's legal there.
- Well it's not here.
But there's three places you could go to downtown.
Wouldn't know the names of course.
- And you can't get in for the politicians.
- Win Chan, has he told you anything yet?
- No.
- He's a very important man.
The top courier, he must have the information.
He must have the information about the man I want.
- About the man we all want old mate.
- We're a new squad, working on our own.
It's gonna take a while to get him.
But we're working on it.
- Our way.
- Right.
- Hey, visitor for you!
- [Bob] Stand up, up!
- He said stand up.
- Let me talk to him alone.
- No man.
- Why not, I feel like a beer.
- Just a minute mate.
- Would you believe two beers.
- Come on are you crazy, what's happening?
(foreboding music)
Now look, don't worry, he's in good hands.
- Hey, hey, hey!
(speaking foreign language)
Hey!
I don't mean to be rude man, but no torture,
no thumbscrews, this is Australia,
we're not allowed to get into that sort of thing mate.
- He's a Chinese, I'm a Chinese, don't worry.
- Hey, hey you find out anything, you'll let me know huh?
- What are you trying to do man, let him get an edge?
- Come on, maybe he can help us.
- Our case, our case remember.
- Okay, maybe he can find us something we wanna know.
- Something he wants to know.
(scuffling)
- Ever heard of the water torture mate?
- Come off it, he's only got 10 minutes.
- Oh they've got a million subtle methods of torture
these Chinese.
(scuffling)
- He gets evidence, he gives it to us.
- If he gets anything from Win Chan he'll use it himself,
he'll go after the man, get in my way, and screw up
the whole case, a solid year building evidence.
Look if anybody's gonna make a bust
on this case it's me, right?
- Right, so what possible harm can he do?
(scuffling) (groaning)
- Wilton.
- Wilton?
- That was the name he gave me.
- How are you doing Bob?
— He'll live.
- [Morrie] Okay for court tomorrow?
- We'll patch him together somehow.
- Right, what did you use on him man?
- I just defended myself.
- God help us if the judge finds out.
- Right.
- This man, Wilton, who is he?
- Forget Wilton, we'll handle it.
- Where is he, here in Sydney?
- Here, there, everywhere.
Extradition papers, remember?
- Tell me about this Wilton, please.
- Forget Wilton, Wilton's mine.
- It's Win Chan you came here for.
- Look, just a little trip to court tomorrow morning,
and extradition can go ahead, and then you can both
be on your way back to Hong Kong.
(anticipatory music)
You're a lucky man, I've always wanted to see the East myself,
could never afford it, but you, oh you get to travel
at the government's expense, you're a lucky man.
(gun fires)
(screaming)
(gun fires)
Cover, cover, cover me, just keep me covered,
can you see him?
- [Bob] Get rid off these bloody cuffs will ya,
get the bastard off of me!
- [Voiceover] Thanks buddy.
- He's up there.
Key, key, where's the bloody key!
(anticipatory music)
Let me do it, hurry!
-All right, all right!
Take it easy.
- Piss off you callous bastard!
- [Morrie] Coming, got him.
- Right, come on!
(police siren wailing)
(car horn honking)
(engine revving)
(scuffling) (groaning)
(screaming) (scuffling)
(screaming)
(scuffling) (rumbling)
(screaming)
- Thank God for that, thought you were never stopping.
- Where the hell has he gone to?
- Probably gone to lunch.
(scuffling) (screaming)
(glass shattering)
(ominous music)
Don't worry about what he might've said,
don't worry about gathering evidence, oh no man,
just pow!
- The Body Shop, a night club, do you know it?
- One of Wilton's places.
- That was one of Wilton's men, a bouncer, nobody.
- A master of kung fu.
He used his art for an evil purpose, but he fought well.
I would like to meet the man who employed him,
this uh, Wilton?
- Oh I'll phone him up and make an appointment for you.
- Yeah ring him up Morrie.
Hey do you know who this Wilton is?
- No, but as I said, yesterday, I would like to.
(ominous music)
- Grantley was one of my best men.
And he didn't make it.
So let's see what you guys got to offer.
(scuffling) (grunting)
Hold it.
You, come on, up.
(scuffling)
Come on.
(scuffling) (groaning)
Tell Peterson if that's the best he can do,
he'd better put him on the payroll.
Ready for the next round?
- Prostitution, gunrunning, dope smuggling.
You name it, he's in it.
Wilton is Mr. Big in this town, and carries a lot of
political muscle.
— Fact, this state, is as wide open as
Mother Hubbard's proverbial cupboard.
-And Federal Narcs get as much joy as 1,000 starving kids.
- Fact, Wilton's legit business is import/export.
But he's got his finger up everything.
This beautiful city, of which Bob is so justly proud.
- Has hoisted up her skirt so that the big time boys
from the big crime syndicates have her.
- This whole city, belongs to Wilton
and she doesn't mind a bit.
- But we'll go and see him anyway, huh?
(foreboding music)
Wilton's business offices are on the 16th floor.
His modest little home's on the 17th.
- He likes his coppers clean and tidy,
so I'll leave it to you.
(foreboding music)
- Inspector Taylor.
- How are you Mr. Willard?
- Rarely better.
- This is Inspector Fang Sing Leng from Hong Kong.
- Special Branch.
- [Bob] We'd like to see Wilton.
- Oh, oh what a pity.
I'm afraid he's out to lunch, we're not expecting
him back today, perhaps you'd care to make an appointment
sometime next week we're really terribly busy.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Ah yes.
Yes, yes it's Willard.
There are some gentlemen from the police here.
Yes, that might be rather a wise move.
- Hey! (scuffling)
Hey, hold on!
- Security.
- Cool it for Christ's sake, we haven't got
a search warrant remember?
- Where's Wilton?
- Up there, in his penthouse, I've been there once,
and that was when he offered me a brand new
Alfa Romeo to stop ringing his doorbell,
no witness of course.
- May I ask exactly what it is that you are doing here?
-Ah, Mr. Willard, earlier today when I was escorting
a man to court, he was 3333--
- Yes, yes we know all about that.
A member of the commissioner's staff phoned
and gave us all the details.
- Now why would he do that?
- Well it seems that a former employee of one of
our companies was involved.
- Former employee?
- He was dismissed a week ago.
- Why was that?
- We like to bounce our customers, not to break them.
I understand the gunman is dead.
How did that happen.
— I killed him.
- Really, well in that case, you deserve a cigar.
(groaning)
- Thank you, I don't smoke.
(brakes screeching)
- Fill it up.
- All right, cool it.
— Oh shut up Bob, hey, enough's enough!
Extradite Win Chan, that's what you came here to do,
but everywhere you go you just commit mayhem man.
Look, I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll give you my list of contacts, I'll give you
every name I painstakingly bloody gathered over
the past two years, and you can do the lot of them.
This is Australia mate, not 55 Days at Peking.
- Hey, don't give me any shit.
(laughing)
- I'm sorry.
There's a plane going to Hong Kong at 10:30 tomorrow morning
we'll take you to the airport, but leave Wilton to us.
(foreboding music)
- Yeah it's Wilton, listen there's a Chinese cop
in town, he's beginning to annoy me.
Yeah, I think he should meet with a slight accident.
Yeah, you know what I mean.
(foreboding music)
(door knocking)
(scuffling) (knives clanging)
(mystical music)
(pigeon cooing)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Who the hell is that?
- Ssshht Charles, who?
- This is Fang Sing Leng.
- Oh are you here in Sydney.
- I need your help Caroline.
- Hey come on.
- Well I can't assist you right at the moment,
I'm occupied.
— [Fang] This afternoon?
- Well yes it might be fun.
- [Fang] Where can we meet?
- There's a place called Stanwell Park.
- [Fang] How will I find you?
- Well you take the South Coast Road out of Sydney,
ugh, you'll find me, you know where to look.
(calming music)
- Hi Caroline, how are you?
- Very well.
- Good to see you.
Charles.
He's very good at it, he can stay up for hours.
- [Fang] Wow.
I'm looking for a man, Wilton, Jack Wilton.
- [Caroline] Wilton, what on earth for?
- [Fang] Do you know him?
- [Caroline] Everyone knows him, why do you want him?
- [Fang] I want to meet him socially, can you arrange it?
- [Caroline] I suppose I could, do you know what he is?
- [Fang] He is the man whom I told you about in Hong Kong.
- [Caroline] I don't know whether I wanna get involved.
- In my country, Caroline, we have a sport.
We take the giant praying mantis, put him in
the wooden cage, and make him fight for his life
with his own kind.
I thought you would enjoy such a sport.
- You and Jack Wilton in a wooden cage?
He's a very dangerous man.
(anticipatory music)
(bow fires)
(gasping)
(applauding)
(upbeat music)
Well, what have we here today?
A dozen cut-glass dollies with plastic smiles
and cash register eyes?
A grace of plump account executives.
Three very fashionable solicitors.
Two actors who've fallen well.
And assorted trendies.
Wilton should be here somewhere.
Oh that's him, over there.
- Hello Caroline, what a pleasant surprise.
You must be our visitor from Hong Kong.
Fang isn't it?
- Inspector Fang Sing Leng, of the Hong Kong Special Branch.
- Oh Inspector, of course, I should've known.
All your officers have to learn English don't they?
I believe you called at my office yesterday.
I'm sorry I missed you.
- But, as you see, I've managed to find you again.
- Or perhaps I've found you Inspector.
As you can see, I've got nothing to hide.
Nothing at all.
- A man, I came here to extradite, was shot dead.
- And how does that concern me?
- You wanted him silenced.
-And as you can see he was.
(speaking foreign language)
My business takes me to the east regularly.
I find the Chinese make the best servants.
I understand your culture, and your language Inspector.
And your martial arts, especially those.
Hey listen everybody, I presume you've all heard of kung fu?
Well it so happens we have a well-known exponent of the art
here with us.
I was wondering if you'd like to see an exhibition,
just a little one.
- [Crowd] Yeah, yeah!
- During which I may break your back,
in front of all these people.
- I did not come here to play games.
- I hope you know what you're doing.
- I've never met a Chinese yet
that didn't have a yellow streak.
So where would you like to have this exhibition huh?
Over there, or over there?
(scuffling) (gasping)
(glass shattering)
(scuffling) (groaning)
(screaming)
- Stop!
For God's sake stop the both of you.
- I'm sorry you have to leave us, Mr. Fang.
But thank you for coming.
You've been very entertaining.
- Haha, I will see you again.
- What are you going to do now?
- More.
- Well count me out darling, I think I'd like
to live a little longer.
(eerie, foreboding music)
- Hello, could you put me through to
Mr. Wilton's office please?
Yes, yes, I'll wait.
I'd like to leave a message from the Martial Arts Centre.
Right, tell Mr. Wilton the consignment will be delivered
tomorrow, okay?
(metal clanging)
(scuffling) (rumbling)
(glass shattering)
(scuffling) (grunting and groaning)
(anticipatory music)
(scuffling) (groaning)
Holy shit!
(glass shattering)
(chain rattling)
(scuffling and groaning) (chain rattling)
(glass shattering)
(car horn honking)
(anticipatory music)
— GRE 052, come on.
- Those men just tried to kill me.
- We must get him to a hospital.
(speaking foreign language)
- If we take him to a hospital those men
can have him killed, he's a good man, we must help him.
(car horn honking)
- [Blond Girl] Dad, Dad, Dad!
- Oh God what happened to him?
Get him on the table.
Take his jacket off.
What happened?
- We didn't finish class till after midnight,
we were on our way back.
— He just came bursting out through this door
and into the street, we nearly hit him.
— He did what?
— Oh I know it sounds incredible, two men were chasing him.
- Looks as though he's been attacked with a knife
or something, a bloody miracle he's still alive
if you ask me.
Oh, heart rate's unbelievably slow.
But strong, steady.
Almost as though as he's using his own willpower
to control his heartbeat and respiration?
- What do you mean?
- Well to slow down the blood loss, to counteract pain
and shock.
Now if you were a dog or a horse I'd know what to do
with you, but I suppose the principle's the same.
Do you think he's a criminal or something,
do you think the police are after him?
- Oh no it wasn't the police who were chasing him,
he's a policeman himself, from Hong Kong.
(police siren wailing)
- Look I told you before, all I know is that there
was a disturbance here earlier this morning.
- A disturbance?
- An intruder broke in and set off the alarm.
My manager and some of the pupils tried to apprehend him.
- Tried to apprehend him?
- With these?
- They fought back only in self-defense.
- Six against one?
- Self-defense?
- Yeah.
- Hmm, okay Peterson, don't go away,
we'll contact you later.
(calming piano music)
- [Blond Girl] Hi.
- Hello.
- You're looking much better.
- I'm feeling better.
- Here's some ginseng soup.
Be careful, it's hot.
- You're very kind.
Where am I?
- You're at my father's house in the country,
you'll be safe here.
- Thank you, is your father here, I would like to explain.
- Oh there's no need, Mei-Ling's already explained.
- Mei-Ling?
- The girl in the bus last night, she's an exchange
student from Singapore, she's staying with us for a while.
- This is typical Chinese-style soup.
Did she make this?
- No, I did.
(funky music)
(cat meowing)
(door knocking)
-All right I'm coming.
- [Morrie] G'day.
- What do you want?
- Caroline Thorne?
- [Caroline] Yes.
- I'd like to talk to you.
Oh, I am from the police.
Come on love, let us in.
- The Dog Squad I presume?
-Ah Federal Narcotics Bureau.
- Oh, well I suppose you'd better come in.
Make yourself at home.
Would you like a cigarette?
Or do you grow your own?
- Uhm...
I'm looking for a friend of yours.
- You mean we have mutual friends?
- Fang Sing Leng, you were at a party with him
over the weekend right?
- Oh Fang yes, he didn't get along with some
of the other guests.
- Wilton was at the party right?
- Was he?
- Would you say that he started the trouble?
- I wouldn't say anything at all Sergeant.
- [Morrie] You were there love, you saw it,
did Wilton set his heavies on him?
- That has nothing to do with me.
- After Fang left that bash in your company,
he went on to another affair where three men
were killed and somebody had a go at him with an axe.
— Is he hurt?
- [Morrie] Yes.
- Well where is he?
- I'm asking you.
Look I want him out of here before we have to mail him home,
parcel post.
This country's got a small population
and he's getting through them very fast.
(calming music)
- Hmm, it's so beautiful here.
- Yes.
- Do you have to go back?
- Yes.
- Why?
- Because that's my job.
- Why is it so important to you?
- To understand that, you would have to be a Chinese.
- Would you settle for plastic surgery?
(laughing)
Okay I'll take you back tomorrow.
Do you think you've recovered enough for me
to make love to you?
- I think I could stand the pain.
(laughing)
(romantic music)
- Hmm, this is nice.
- What did you expect, acupuncture?
(laughing)
(moaning)
- What's being done?
- Well we found the number of the bus,
and we've traced the registered owner,
now we're trying to find out whether or not--
- I'm not interested in trying Willard, I want him found.
I want him stopped.
Jesus Christ our entire operation seems to have
come to a halt just because we've got Asian flu or whatever
his name is buzzing around like some angry mosquito.
I want that lunatic stopped.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
(sad music)
(moves into anticipatory music)
(engines revving)
(upbeat guitar music)
(bomb exploding) (screaming)
(car exploding)
(anticipatory music)
(car exploding)
(car horn honking)
(gun fires)
(anticipatory music)
(wood shattering)
(car exploding)
(screaming)
(anticipatory music)
(car horn honking)
(car engine rewing)
(wood shattering)
(metal clanging)
(anticipatory music)
(car exploding) (screaming)
(phone ringing)
- Yes, what, he what?
But there were three of them, all armed.
So where is he now?
That means he could be on his way here.
Of course he could you idiot, it's me he's after.
I want every man guarding the approaches
to my apartment, I want no calls and no visitors.
(foreboding music)
- Caroline, this is Fang Sing Leng.
(anticipatory music)
(engine revving)
(police siren wailing)
- [Morrie] Never lost his touch, has he?
- We don't know for sure if it was Fang.
- Nah people just keep dropping dead of fright
wherever he goes.
Talk about the bloody yellow peril.
- So what do you reckon, back to town?
- Nah, Wilton's place.
He'll be hanging around there somewhere.
(powerful foreboding music)
(frantic upbeat music)
- Hey, you!
(gun fires)
(scuffling)
(screaming)
(ominous music)
(glass shattering)
(scuffling) (groaning)
(gun fires)
(alarm blaring)
- Someone's in Wilton's apartment, get up there quick.
(scuffling and groaning) (rumbling)
(wood splintering)
(scuffling and groaning) (rumbling)
(fire sizzling) (screaming)
(groaning) (scuffling)
(blowtorch blasting)
(anticipatory music)
- In China we often settle disputes over lunch,
I hope you will like what I have prepared for you.
A 90 second fuse grenade.
I have set the timing device for an appropriate period.
One sudden move, and the pin is pulled,
and the countdown starts.
Then I will throw you in the safe and shut the door.
You will write a full confession and sign it.
If you do not confess, barn.
(police siren wailing)
Keep writing!
Hurry.
(police siren wailing)
(groaning)
(scuffling)
(muttering)
(police siren wailing)
Phew.
All the evidence we need to prove what Wilton is.
Here.
A confession.
Heroin.
- You're a hard act to follow.
- Yeah what did you do for an encore?
(bombs exploding)
(laughing)
(inspiring music)