I do not have a name.
At least, you will never know it.
Anyway, this is not my story.
This is my song.
Family is yellow and work is red
My father always said
Family is yellow and work is red
My father always said
So love is orange, the color in between
Love is orange, the color hardly seen
But look hard and you will see
Orange glow Even in the darkest cup of tea
Yes, so who are they?
By fax.
Why?
You have photos of them?
Good. Okay.
The fax here is 77821859.
Yes.
Boss, they're sending us the info by fax.
What's going on?
It's 1859.
Yes.
Okay.
It'll be here in a sec.
- Hey! - Yes.
Be useful!
Okay.
Why are you still here?
Café au lait!
Café au lait? Yes, boss.
Cafe Ole. Cafe Ole…
Cafe Ole? Spanish drink?
"Au lait?" French!
- French? - Coffee with hot milk.
Coffee? You think caffeine is a good idea?
He's on edge. No need to add to it.
What do you expect?
They took his only son.
Yeah, but still…
Café au lait. Coffee with hot milk.
Like Cafe Latte?
No. That's espresso with hot milk.
You think the kidnappers will kill his kid?
Doesn't matter what I think.
Skim milk!
He'll even kill these guys.
Look at these red envelopes.
Big red envelopes.
Oh, boy, they're done for this time.
THE MEN RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR SON'S KIDNAPPING
They are dead now.
My song is the color orange.
He gave the same watch to all of us. Even those guys with red shirts.
Shit.
Gimlet is a great drink.
Only to old people.
Old people? The two old people I'm looking at!
- Shut up. - You shut up!
Both of you shut up. What time is it?
- 11:45. - Tequila makes me happy.
We want to be merry! Not happy.
- 11:45? - Yeah. 11:45.
Happy, merry. It's the same.
You can be happy, but not merry.
Not 11:45, it's 11:37--
- Whiskey! - …not 11:45?
Don't drink whiskey.
I set my watch eight minutes fast.
Tell me that when I ask for the time.
Whiskey is a sad drink. Makes you focus on the dark side of life.
- Vodka lemon shots. - Vodka lemon shots.
Okay. That will cheer us up!
It's her.
You're late.
I know I'm late.
Nothing. Just order the drinks.
Three vodka lemon shots.
Why are you here?
Because…
I have to be here.
Why are you here?
- $45. - Same.
Hey, $45.
It's on me.
- Hey, thanks. - Cheers.
Thank you.
May none of you have hangovers tomorrow.
A beautiful toast.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hey…
Did you know that a pig can have an orgasm
for two hours?
Arthur. Come in.
Believe it or not, Ko.
They said you could try this on your own.
What are you doing here? Get out!
Hey, you!
Homo!
- Keep me informed. - Yes, sir!
Why make this harder than it is?
You took something from them, and I'm giving you a chance to return it!
Where is Tatat?
How did the Italians put it?
Ah, yes.
Fuck.
That's cute.
You want to be like this?
You asked for it.
See what I got?
KAI WING
NELSON
RICHARD
1
2
3
I used to think only death was bloody.
Birth is bloody, too.
And so, it is with blood that I must create my song.
Give me the keys.
Hey, you. You stupid drunk!
Boss. Why are you here?
Hey.
Wasn't sure which one to give you.
- That's all right. - Yeah, no need.
- We're full. - On the one hand, it's a happy occasion.
So, I should give you a happy liquor.
But on the other, it's a time to focus on the dark side of life.
So maybe the whiskey is more relevant.
- What's he talking about? - No idea.
Me, neither.
- We are confused. - Me too.
Maybe you should decide.
Is this a happy time, or a sad time?
Happy or sad about what?
Happy because none of you will have a hangover tomorrow,
or sad because I have to kill you.
Whiskey is the better choice.
On the floor! Don't move! Stay!
Sir!
They claim to have seen nothing!
Then, UN 194. Maybe they really didn't see anything.
Hey.
- Is the kitchen still open? - Yes.
Get me a bowl of wonton noodle, all right?
Come.
Come, carry on…
Three bodies.
We estimate it happened after midnight, but not sure.
The forensic team aren't here yet.
They all had one blue envelope, filled with cash,
and one brand-new watch.
Identical make and model.
Body one also had one mobile phone and seven toothpicks.
- Thanks. - Body two had one address book
and three condoms.
Body three is more interesting.
Aside from a bar receipt and pack of cigarettes,
he also had one gun.
UN 194, you should have told me sir was here.
Captain, please,
he doesn't know why I ask for you.
Hello.
Ko.
Who gave you my number?
What do you want?
I don't work on Sundays. I don't care if you have a red envelope.
It's 12:35, on a Sunday.
No.
Sunday begins at midnight, not sunrise.
There's no discussion.
T? Hello?
T? Are you still there?
T, I can hear you breathing.
Ko, I'm ignoring you. Because I don't work on Sundays.
Shit.
I guess I'll be seeing you boys…
on Monday. Gag them.
This complicated bullshit.
Drop this off at T's place.
And if you see him, tell him I truly respect him.
But this Sunday crap is a pain.
What?
I can't speak.
I know that, you idiot! Tell him in sign language!
Thank you.
Excuse me, miss?
Could I ask you a question?
You don't have to show your badge to ask me questions.
Were these three men here tonight?
They're in trouble, aren't they? What for?
Loitering.
Can you recall if anyone else was with them,
or did someone follow them when they left?
No,
but the tea-sipper over there, bought them some vodka lemon shots.
Okay.
Tap water.
T, you were busy this weekend, weren't you?
I thought you didn't work Sundays.
I don't.
So, those were for charity?
Charity? Charity is for the rich to ease their guilt.
I'm not rich.
Are you guilty?
You're being too vague, Captain. I'm guilty of many things.
T, for all I care, you can plug every rascal
that makes this town stink.
But at this time of night,
pick up after yourself.
Thanks.
T, in eight hours, I have to go to my daughter's ballet rehearsal.
And now,
because three dead men were blocking the only road to Restaurant Popek.
I'm going to be spending my night writing up a lousy report,
which not only keeps me from my comfy bed,
but also wastes paper.
T, you are a smart man. I know you care about trees.
So help me use paper on important matters.
Like wiping my ass.
Okay?
This is for you.
That's nice. I thought you didn't drink?
I don't. That's why it's for you.
Makes sense.
Here.
Thank you.
And the hypothetical question.
Who is both the easiest and hardest person for an assassin to kill?
Assassin. That's cute.
Pardon me?
You checked me.
Indeed, I did.
Okay.
- Good night. - Bye.
Mae.
Hello, ladies.
Check this out.
That's Jo. He's my bitch.
Wave to the ladies. Great.
Join us.
Let me tell you, now Jo is a mute.
He uses his hands to communicate. In other words, his hands are his mouth.
So when he fingers a chick,
he's actually giving her oral sex!
Hot babe alert. Hey, sweetness, can I buy you a drink?
- You? - Come on.
You're beautiful. Are you a model?
- Yes. - You are? I love models.
Cheers.
Oh, shit, God's punished me.
I died and God's resurrected me as a maid.
Wait. Don't forget these. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation.
Ow. It's you.
Haven't you learned? You want to go back to jail?
People are sleeping.
You promised them!
I know I did.
I did?
This is where it all began.
Seeing her.
The reason for my song.
You're kidding me?
Morning, boys,
How's everything?
Any complaints?
No? Good.
Listen, do you guys like tea?
Do you guys like tea?
Come on, do you?
Excellent.
They're expecting you, T.
And don't worry, they told me they like you.
Ko.
Yes?
That woman you were with yesterday.
- Where? - In the park.
What woman?
The one who hit and slapped you on the head.
Slapped me on the head?
Her. She's no woman. That's my sister.
You have a sister?
That's what my parents told me. Why?
Nothing.
Hey, boys, guess what?
You like tea, so I brought you T.
Hello.
How inconsiderate of me.
You probably haven't eaten for a while.
The smell, it must be very annoying.
For everyone's benefit, Ko, would you get me some cellophane wrap?
Sure thing.
Heard that? Get some cellophane wrap.
Thank you.
I've been given this paper and I am quite relieved.
You see, it usually has a name on it.
Which means I have to kill someone.
This time, however, all it has is a question.
All I need is an answer.
I've been told you can help me.
The question is, where is Tatat?
We will say nothing! We're not afraid to die!
- Untie him. - Sure.
Untie him. Are you deaf?
Fine. Don't say anything. Just write.
You can go home and have a good night's sleep.
Okay?
Once again, where is Tatat?
Please.
Ko, would you get me some sticky tape, please?
Thank you.
I am a reasonable man, and I understand your position.
You haven't had any food or sleep, and now, you're the center of attention,
it's stressful.
Ko.
- Now, leave. - What?
- Leave! - But--
Now!
Let's go.
You worthless piece of shit.
Relax, it's always empty.
Move it.
Tear me a piece.
Thank you.
Look.
They're exactly the same. Mine and yours.
Isn't it amazing?
Okay.
It is yours, isn't it? Answer me.
Now please, one more time. Where is Tatat?
Our pieces of tape are identical, which is amazing.
What's even more incredible? They're completely different.
Mine just fixed a small piece of paper,
while yours just ended a life.
Don't! You can kill us.
We are not going to talk.
There you go again. You talk as if death were the worst thing.
Let me tell you, death is not the worst thing.
Our vulnerabilities are the worst thing.
Where is Tatat?
Janko Hotel!
Unbelievable. Thank you.
I don't know how you do it, but you're incredible,
really fantastic!
You're the best.
There's nothing great in dragging three stupid men through hell.
But, T, you're my hero.
No such thing as a hero, Ko, only a lucky idiot.
- Let's have a drink. - I don't drink.
I know. We can have tea. My sister can get us one round for free.
Your sister?
She's a waitress.
Just one drink, won't take long. No karaoke, I promise.
My sister works here.
Business is good.
The cool guys sit in the back.
Te Amo, Italian for "I love tea".
Spanish for "I love you."
Hey!
Bill. That's false advertising.
So is the sock in your pants.
Hey, sis, wait.
Allow me to do the gentlemanly thing and introduce you two?
Mae, this is T. My friend. T, this is Mae. My sister.
But my parents told me she was a mistake. The condom broke.
Hey.
Hello.
No, give each other a kiss on the cheek.
That's the way it's done nowadays.
- By whom? - By everyone.
It's the cosmopolitan way. My gumbas taught me.
Gumbas?
My Italian friends. Now kiss.
On the cheek.
There. Beautiful.
Mae, those glasses are cool!
Get me a vodka in one of those, and, for my friend,
a nice pot of Earl Grey tea.
Oh, please.
Please, Mae, vodka for me, and tea for him.
Thank you.
Come.
What Italian friends?
The financial news says that in today's volatile markets,
a business needs international customers in order to survive.
Ko, what Italian friends?
The mafia.
Mafia. Do you have a death wish?
Relax. They're suits, not gangsters.
- Just some mob accountants. - It doesn't matter.
They come from a different world.
Why isn't my sister serving us?
- She's in the bathroom. - Bathroom?
You know, that time of the month.
Every world has its own demons, Ko.
If you stay within your own, you'll recognize the demons.
If you go into others, you can't tell the devils from the angels.
Learn from other cultures, just don't get involved.
Do you understand?
I do. But, T, I'm not marrying them,
I'm just doing a little work for them.
Besides, they approached me, I didn't look for them.
Should be all right?
Why did you do that?
What?
That. Doing it backwards.
Because cold milk will curdle if I pour the tea first.
Nah.
Really?
Explain.
- Explain what? - Explain this tea thing.
Hey, you!
Go for it.
Okay.
If I pour hot tea into cold milk,
the milk warms up slowly, peacefully.
It gets used to the increase in temperature because it's gradual.
But if I pour cold milk
into hot tea,
the milk is suddenly confronted with boiling tea.
It is shocked by the sudden heat and curdles.
That's why the milk is poured first.
Sometimes, it's not the ingredients that make the difference.
It's the order in which the ingredients are placed.
Wow!
Very impressive.
The milk is already warm.
The milk is warm. I had them heat it.
That way, it doesn't matter when you pour it.
See. It's warm.
I think she likes you.
Hey, sis, what is it?
And I'm having vodka not tea!
With so much killing, I used to only see red.
But her earring, it has an orange sparkle.
Ever since then, there's no need to figure out.
JOHNATHAN
4
Who's here to visit me,
death or salvation?
Both.
How profound.
Philosophy books are in the back.
T…
It sounded like you.
Please, sit.
T, I know you very well.
Do you?
A fair man.
A reasonable man.
And me…
What?
I'm in my store. The most obvious place to find me.
I am an honorable man.
I'm not hiding.
I am waiting.
Waiting…
For death or salvation?
Understanding!
T,
I know you believe
in judging someone by his intentions,
not actions.
Kant's moral imperative.
Philosophy books are in the back.
T, please, I had no idea
what was really going to happen.
They lied to me.
They said they just wanted to take what was theirs.
No mention of killing anyone.
No mention of killing of the woman
and what they did to her.
T, I know you,
I know you can see I do not deserve such a fate!
I am a part-time gunslinger
for small-time hoods.
I am not a murderer.
In fact, I too am a victim of this whole thing.
I understand.
T, please. I know I'm not innocent.
I was going to kill myself.
T, I understand you.
I know you can understand my position,
and I know you will forgive me.
How about a drink?
Continue.
I never wanted to make trouble.
But I had to, and there's no going back.
T, I promise you,
I won't make trouble ever again!
Cheers.
I will leave quietly.
I will leave quickly.
I won't make things difficult for anyone…
especially for you, T!
You know me, huh?
I never carry a loaded gun.
And I don't drink.
Hands up!
On the floor! Freeze! Hands up!
On the floor! Don't move! Stay!
What's that? A five or a three?
What seven? It's either a five or a three.
Five?
Well, then.
Ready?
All right, everybody, fre--
I'm sorry.
It's a five.
I hope we didn't destroy the mood.
Sorry, Miss.
Nice tits.
And I mean that in an artistic sense.
Please, continue.
Have fun.
Stuff like that, I tell you.
It's a sign this town is going to shit.
Eight-zero-five.
All right, everybody, freeze!
Nothing's here.
They lied. How to kill them if they're dead?
Where is Tatat?
What?
Hello, Tatat.
Arthur, you told me to keep in touch.
I got Tatat.
Okay. Tomorrow, eight o'clock.
Okay. Bye.
Won't you join me for cocktails?
Captain, aren't policemen supposed to be role models?
We're officers of the law, T, not representatives of morality.
That's the church's job.
Right?
So too much caffeine in your tea or are you working late tonight?
I had a couple of drinks with a friend.
You got a permit?
For you.
I killed a monk today, can you believe it?
Yes.
Have you ever killed a monk?
Catholic or Buddhist?
This stupid little guy robbed a jewelry store wearing his robe.
I'm Christian,
so it doesn't matter to me.
But when monks start pulling guns,
you have to believe this city's heading for shit.
Things are getting bad.
Things have always been bad.
No, things are changing for the worse and there's nothing we can do.
So why be a policeman?
Good pensions, and as a cop, you only need to follow the law.
Everything is in black and white.
No need to figure out what's good and what's bad.
My conscience is clear
and I sleep well.
You bastard, you took my bishop.
And you killed a monk.
Captain, the hypothetical question.
A man decides to kill himself.
He climbs onto a chair and ties a rope around a large chandelier.
He places the noose over his head and kicks the chair away.
The rope snaps and he falls, breaking his neck and died.
His suicide failed,
but he also died because he tried to kill himself.
What do you say in the police report?
Take your time, Captain.
Is he dead?
I think so.
Step on his face.
- Why? - To see if he's dead.
Shouldn't we tell the teacher?
Useless, they'll just call the ambulance.
Step on his face.
- You step on his face. - Okay.
Hey!
Beat it!
Oh, shit. Hi, sis, good morning.
See, I'm doing my community service at St. Matthews, instead.
Why?
You always do this.
Consistency is a very rare trait these days,
you should be proud.
Get your suitcases and let's go.
What suitcases?
Oh, sis, those aren't suitcases. That's Ta-Tat.
Whatever. Let's go.
They're waiting for you at the nursing home.
Sorry kids, Uncle Ko has to go,
see you soon.
Spoiled brat.
Is it complicated or am I just not clear enough?
Just double-checking.
Check and check. Double, triple, quadruple checked.
You checked a million times already.
- Please, sir. - Get out of my sight!
- What's going on here? - Captain, what's going on is,
I found my friend sucking whiskey through his eye sockets,
and now, your officer is questioning me as if
I'm a retard on a dating game.
I've told him my name five times already.
Listen, sign this.
Sign that? You wish!
Take a break.
Break? I don't need a break.
I need to break that moron's head and get his brain working.
But I don't need a break. I need to go.
You found the body?
Yes.
You moved it?
Yes. So?
Well then, brainboy.
- Ouch. - You disturbed a crime scene
and got your fingerprints all over the place.
So now you must stay here,
until we've either arrested you for the crime
or cleared you from any responsibility.
But if you want a break, you can have one.
You may use the phone.
I have a phone.
Or use the toilet
and even use my pen to write to your mommy,
telling her how stupid that cop is and how smart you are.
But you can't leave.
I'll go to the bathroom.
Arthur, where the hell are you?
I am at Jonathan's, surrounded by the cops.
Jonathan… He is dead.
I found him
wearing shot glasses
like contact lenses
and leaking from the hole in his brain!
Call me crazy, but I think someone is after us
and I don't think even death would try to stop him.
Maybe he's a ghost.
Even the devil is afraid.
Once I shake these cops, I'm gone.
Some place where no one can find me.
So you better get me my blue envelope tonight.
Someone's playing Spin the Bottle with a loaded gun,
and I'm one of the players who hasn't gone to bed.
Hey, asshole, you're also playing,
so watch your back.
Better yet, take a bullet for me.
SON OF LOCAL TYCOON MISSING
DOG AND DOG TAILORS
PRIMAL LOVE
You boys seemed to have tried
to sneak off with a little bit of Tatat.
What is so funny?
You're a clown. Aren't you?
I'm a clown?
Fuck you.
My sis made a deal with a judge.
Dress like this and entertain old people, or I can go to jail.
I'd have gone to jail.
- Me too. - Shut up. Where is the third suitcase?
Hey, relax. Tatat was only two suitcases.
Ask the Italians.
Yeah, I have no idea what I'm talking about.
Yeah, I've no idea what I'm talking about.
Stupid Idiot!
If you want to tell a lie, don't ask the Janko bellboy.
To carry a yellow suitcase with a missing handle
from Room 805 to the taxi.
Then tip them with $100 from the suitcase!
You did that?
I had no change, man.
You idiot.
Ow, man, that hurts.
Will you two stop this shit? Where the is the third suitcase?
What do you think you're you doing?
The suitcase. You wanted me to show you where it was.
The suitcase.
Jo. Take this to my sister's place.
I almost forgot. Thank you. And you.
Machiavelli's The Prince. From Italy.
One of the greatest strategy books ever written.
Caruso singing "The Barber of Seville." From Italy.
One of the greatest operas ever composed.
But what the hell is this?
Dollars from Singapore. One of the best currencies minted.
Cash. From an Italian bank.
You got me involved.
You fucking asshole!
Don't curse, T, you never curse.
Watch your image.
Ko, why?
Why?
Where is Tatat?
That was for the Italians. You made me work for the Italians.
Not really. You see, T, I was working for the Italians
and you were working for me.
I am Asian, so technically speaking, you were working for the Asians.
Do you realize who you have kidnapped?
Do you know who the redhead's father is?
T, come on, you wouldn't kill a clown.
Sorry, bro, I forgot your house keys.
Mae. What a coincidence.
T was just telling me he needed to borrow my car,
but I told him I had lent it to you You need my car anymore?
Do you? Do you?
- No. - No.
Great, then it's settled.
Mae, take T to my car.
You can show him where it's parked? I need to shower now.
Take your time. Bye.
You mind dropping me off at work?
All right.
- I have to go home and change first. - No problem.
Someone once told me,
every act of love has a song.
Do you know that song?
It's my favorite, but I don't know its name.
I don't even know if it exists.
But if it does, I wonder what act of love it belongs to.
Something like that.
Yes, Mae, I found this in the bar.
I found it in the car.
I couldn't help but notice that
one of your--
Who are you waiting for?
- My name's Gu. - Who's asking?
You're T, aren't you?
- Yes. - Thought so.
- So you're waiting for Mae? - I didn't say I was.
- You didn't have to. - Then why did you ask?
- 'Cause I wanted to meet you. - Why?
Ko.
What about him?
- He always talks about you. - Always?
Practically, except when he's teaching me.
Ko's your teacher?
Sort of.
- I teach him how to play Chess. - Ko plays Chess?
He tries to.
He dreams of playing with you someday,
but wants to be sure he's good enough.
So that's why I teach him.
But you said he teaches you.
He does. I teach him how to play Chess
and he teaches me how to be a good lover.
What?
You know. Sex.
He's teaching me to be good at sex.
But you're a child. How old are you?
I'm 11, but I hit puberty early, so age isn't really a concern here.
It's not as if he has actually had sex with me.
He lets me hide in his room and watch,
and then he explains everything later.
Anyway, can I ask you a question?
Great. How can you kill people?
Come on. How can you kill people?
I never said I did.
I didn't ask you if you did.
I asked you how you were able to.
Listen, young girl,
death is neither funny nor a suitable topic of conversation.
You're intelligent, but you're also young.
Don't start prancing around before the music starts.
Because when the band finally begins, you're bound to trip and fall.
I may be young and prancing around,
but all I have tripped over
is the obvious discomfort
you have talking about yourself.
I ask you a question to know the answer.
Not to judge you by it.
In my opinion,
the only reason why someone's not a hooker or killer
is because they're ugly
or have bad aim.
No flowers.
You give flowers on a first date.
Gosh, you're really inexperienced.
I'm not taking Mae on a date. I'm taking her to work. Okay?
Whatever.
What are you doing here?
Jo brought this over.
You're supposed to keep it safe for Ko.
I'm serious.
I'll be right back.
We ate some really good chocolates.
But now, he has diarrhea.
WONG
5
"Every act of love has a song that belongs to it."
That's what she said.
That's what I have to believe.
WONG
The train is arriving.
Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.
The train is arriving.
SUICIDE NOTE
Hands up!
- On the floor. - Freeze!
On the floor!
Let's move it.
Is he dead?
Nice suit.
For a wedding?
They're waiting for you.
Please inform him the items are here.
Hang on a second.
Cookbooks?
We're looking for the highest cholesterol level.
Pork brains.
2,169mg per cup.
- Get lost. - Look it up.
Not you.
The boss is here.
I'm sorry, I should have told you.
He doesn't want strangers.
- Bullshit. He knows me. - No, he doesn't.
By name, he does. Anyway, Arthur's unprepared.
What's the difference between cafe latte and cappuccino?
Mamma Mia, see? Italiano!
I'm going in.
- No. - Ko, please.
Fuck.
He will be soon.
They say the boss has a nasty scar.
He doesn't like people staring at it.
I know it.
- No, you're not. I'm serious. - I'm serious too.
All right. Okay.
Relax, boys.
Poi, how's Pei's girlfriend treating you?
She's my fiancée and that's not funny.
Guess what? I wasn't being funny.
That was quick.
Did you see the scar?
Was it gross?
- Now where to? - Club, then home around two.
- Why? - Nothing.
Bye-bye, boys.
You mind if we stop off to see Mr. Sa? I gotta fix something for T.
Mr. Sa? I thought he was dead.
He will be soon.
There are three men inside.
And cafe latte is espresso with hot milk.
You asked earlier.
- Hello! - I think you mean "goodbye."
I think you mean "goodbye."
KO
6
Wait. We're not here yet.
Hurry up.
Thank you… Watch it.
Wait!
This way. Watch it…
- What? - My car.
Here. My keys. Go upstairs and clean up.
Oh, man!
- It's okay. I got it. - You sure?
You're all right?
Freshen up, okay?
Wha…
We need to talk.
Hello.
Hello? Captain.
No…
Yes, he has a sister.
No, I'll do it.
I'll be right there.
My parents used to go out and have a great time.
As my dad escorted mum back, he would enjoy this big cigar non-stop.
My mum was lighted headed at the end of the evening.
She swore it was love.
When he died, my mother realized
she was actually allergic to cigar smoke.
Is that why you smoke?
I smoke cigarettes.
And, anyway, my wife isn't allergic to anything.
Yes, that's Ko.
And the answer to your question, T.
The guy who tries to kill himself and fails, but dies trying.
It's reported as death by misadventure.
- Death by misadventure. - By misadventure?
Aren't all untimely deaths caused by misadventure?
No, some people die
when they're shot in the head.
You can pick up Ko's personal items upstairs.
And, T, the hypothetical question. Are you falling in love?
I'm not sure if I have any allergies,
if that's what you mean.
That's not an answer.
That wasn't a hypothetical question.
I hadn't finished.
Are you falling in love with a Chess piece?
Suddenly starting to show interest in that piece?
Games are strategic, not emotional.
You don't fall in love with your pieces?
Why would one suddenly begin to care about their queen?
Anyone in particular?
I don't think so.
Captain, the answer is simple.
One cares about his queen when that is the best strategy.
I always have.
I'm not the one changing here.
Nice flowers.
MAE
PLEASE COME SEE ME, IT'S VERY IMPORTANT
MY ADDRESS IS…
They killed him. They killed Ko.
They killed him.
Gu, please, sit down.
I was in Ko's bedroom waiting for Ko.
Someone broke in.
I was waiting for Ko to return home,
but only a woman entered.
I looked out the window
and saw Ko and you.
Wha…
We hadn't finished our conversation.
T? What are you doing here?
You realize the redhead you hired me to question was Mr. Sa's only son?
I assure you, he still is his son. But now, he's his dead son.
You crossed the line. Mr. Sa is a client.
And you hired me to kill his son. Are you mad?
And if Mr. Sa finds out… No, he will definitely know.
Next? He'll place his orders and put them in a red envelope
and send them to his anonymous hitman. Me.
My job will be to kill everyone involved.
Including you and me.
There's no need to wait.
- I'll start the job now. - T, please.
Okay. Shoot me!
If you're not letting me say one word, pull the trigger!
T, I heard what you said earlier.
The whole devils and angels thing. That cultures don't mix.
I heard you, I listened.
I'm done with the Italians.
It's too late.
Please. Let me finish.
Mr. Sa, before he got the names,
Arthur and I killed him.
Nobody knows.
I would have left the Italians earlier.
But realizing the mess I'd got you in, I wanted to clean up before I quit.
And I did.
I got rid of Mr. Sa and all the names and put the envelope in your mailbox,
so that everything's okay.
You'll be okay.
I may seem like I don't listen or care,
but I do.
T, please, put the gun away.
T, please.
You're like family to me. You're the one I respect most.
T, you know I love you.
Go. Leave.
T…
Go before I change my mind.
And the car?
I'll deal with the car. Now go.
T--
What do you think?
It's empty.
Empty? How can you say that?
There's only three…
One, two, three…
- Four things. - Don't play with those.
Hey. Put it away.
Put it away. I'm serious.
No way.
Now what?
That's face paint,
don't…
Good idea.
This is great.
On the floor! Freeze! Hands up!
On the floor! Don't move! Stay!
Go…
He's dead?
Arthur, what are you doing here?
I'm sorry about the woman.
We didn't expect to find her here.
Neither did her husband.
We haven't met.
- I'm Terrtano. - Terrtano. The big boss.
I knew that because of the…
- Because of the what? - Nothing. Nada.
The scar.
Ko, you don't think this bothers me, do you?
I'm too old to worry about vanity.
Anyway, true beauty is not found in the flesh.
That's too transient.
True beauty is found in someone's culture.
In someone's art.
In someone's music.
Caruso singing "The Barber of Seville."
From Italy.
Speaking of music,
I went to the Chinese Opera two days ago.
And, you know, even though a lot of people say it sounds like cat fighting,
I liked it.
I especially loved the sound this instrument made.
You're Chinese, play it for me.
I don't know how to play.
Just try.
My parents told me to take up music,
but I always tried to ignore them.
But, Ko, it can't be that hard.
It's probably as easy as lying.
I'm sorry.
Don't know.
You're sorry.
I'm sorry.
Disappointed, actually.
You respect this simple object and leave it silent.
Yet you pick me up and pluck away.
You won't play it but you will play me.
Do you really think I'm that simple?
You thought you could just walk away?
And of course you could.
I hired you to run one errand.
When you were done, you could leave.
But you decided to play me. To make up your own song.
You thought you could take something that belongs to me.
As if I wouldn't notice.
You honestly thought you could get away with it?
I would never do such a thing.
Pick me up and play me to a new melody.
One I wouldn't understand?
Terrtano, of course not.
I see… Well then, Ko.
Where is the rest of Tatat?
This is about Tatat? I've given it to you. Actually, Arthur.
Shut up!
Ko…
Where is the rest of Tatat?
Terrtano, I'm telling the truth. I've no idea what you're talking about.
He has no idea what I'm talking about.
Maybe they know something.
Hello.
Please, Ko, don't play me anymore.
You really don't know how?
Now think.
Where is the rest of Tatat?
He didn't talk.
He just sat there and let his friends punch him.
On and on. T, they killed him.
They have to die! His friends betrayed him!
Give me the gun.
You don't care.
I do, Gu.
But there is nothing we can do.
They betrayed him.
He betrayed them first.
And he knew this would happen if he was caught.
He kept his silence
and at least got to die in the hands of his friends.
Do you understand?
But, T. He didn't keep his silence.
The bad guy said,
if Ko would hand over the rest of Tatat,
he would spare his life.
Ko didn't trust him,
but Arthur gave Ko his word of honor.
Ko trusted Arthur to protect him,
and Arthur also promised to protect Mae.
So Ko told the truth.
But they still killed him.
- What? - They killed him.
No, about his sister?
Mae? She had the rest of Tatat.
It was in the yellow suitcase in her apartment.
Stay here.
You'll be safe. Okay.
Mae.
What the hell are you doing here?
I came here to make sure you were all right.
Where's my brother?
Mae, you're bleeding.
Where did they take my brother?
Where is my brother?
Is he all right?
Mae, please. Your leg is bleeding.
T, please, spare me your gallantry.
Mae, I was just… This is your privacy.
Privacy?
A group of strangers came in here and robbed me of all the privacy I had.
I have no more privacy.
They raped you?
Yes, T, they did.
We've got to call the police.
They won't help.
I have a friend. He's a police captain.
He'll help.
He won't, T.
Mae, he cares.
- He's a good friend. - Good enough to bring Ko back?
I meant for you.
I have a record, T.
No cop ever believes that a woman like me could get raped.
Are you shocked?
Has your image of me been tarnished?
No, Mae, it hasn't.
I'm ruined.
Oh, my God, they took everything.
They destroyed everything I cared about.
I have nothing left.
T, what a surprise.
How are you?
Sit down.
So what brings you here?
You…
They're blank.
Who is the real killer?
The one who puts the names in the red envelope and places the order,
or the one who pulls the trigger?
If the gun isn't shot, no one dies. If the order isn't placed, no one dies.
No names, no murder.
No bullets, no murder.
I have bullets. I do not have names.
What names?
Names of the men who attacked innocence.
Raped innocence.
And allowed you to renege on your word and kill the one person she loved.
You can't be serious, T. Revenge. You?
For a whore.
She isn't innocent.
Innocence is not lost down there.
It's lost here.
When we destroy our emotions.
When we kill and learn to live with it,
only then is innocence lost.
We are bad.
But we were never evil.
We respected the innocence.
But now…
Please, T. You're one of my oldest friends,
- let's be rational. - The names.
T.
Now!
Enough.
You don't have to write yours.
Who is the real killer?
The one who writes the name, or the one who pulls the trigger?
T, please.
Take it.
T, why?
Because you are one of my oldest friends.
That game children play.
The staring game they play.
They wait to see who is the first to blink.
Now we play.
You blinked.
One, two, three,
The killer is…
Four. The one who pulls the trigger.
Five…
And now I write my song.
Huang Fu-Xiang
My song is the color orange.
Excuse me, miss?
Were these three men here tonight?
They're in trouble, aren't they?
What for?
Loitering.
Can you recall if anyone else was with them,
or did someone follow them when they left?
No,
but the tea-sipper over there bought them some vodka lemon shots.
Thanks.
Tap water.
T, you were busy this weekend…
Mae. There is one important thing.
What?
There are great things about death.
Check this.
Classical music?
It's a requiem. It was written for a funeral.
Without death, it wouldn't exist.
A lot of great things wouldn't exist.
Some of the most beautiful and amazing things
are born from tragedy.
Tell that to an orphan.
But at this time of night, pick up after yourself.
Thank you.
I'll be spending my night writing a lousy report
because three dead men were blocking the only road to Restaurant Popek.
Goodnight.
Mae.
Yes, T?
Mae, there is something I need to tell you.
This money was your brother's.
He wouldn't want you to be working now.
Have a break.
I have his car. Let me drive you home.
These are for you.
Because I broke your window.
Sorry.
T, stop the car.
Stop the car.
Leave.
Leave?
Please, don't get involved. Go.
What?
I said, don't get involved. Understand? Okay?
What a little scoundrel!
Come out.
What room? Huh?
- Your boss. - 338.
- Mae. - Don't.
- I think, pretty lady-- - Shut up.
Mae, don't do it.
He took everything from me!
It'll be taken care of. Right now, we've got to go.
He took everything from me, and he can't give any of it back.
It isn't worth it. The price you'll pay.
I don't care.
Listen to him.
Shut up!
No, please,
Mae, you have no idea.
Mae, let's go.
No!
You aren't a very good shot. Are you?
You missed.
What just happened?
Sir, they claim they've seen nothing.
Well then, UN 194. That means they've seen nothing.
- Is the kitchen still open? - Yes.
Get me a bowl of wonton noodles?
Come.
Thank you.
Three bodies.
It happened sometime after midnight, but we can't be sure.
The forensic team isn't here.
They all had one blue envelope filled with cash,
and one brand-new watch.
Identical make and model.
Body one also had a mobile phone and seven toothpicks.
- Thanks. - Two had one address book
and three unused condoms.
Body three is more interesting.
Aside from one bar receipt and a pack of cigarettes,
he also had one gun.
Okay.
-Captain -UN 194,
you should have told me he was here.
Captain, please, follow me.
He doesn't know why I ask for you.
When the guard forced the door open, the guy inside fired a warning shot.
He's been there ever since.
Alone?
The occupant is also entered, but we're not sure.
All we know is that the gunman asked for you.
T. It's me.
It's open.
Suicide?
Death by misadventure.
Unfortunate death.
Game's over.
Thank you.
Are you ready, T?
Okay.
Come in.
Who is both the easiest and hardest person for an assassin to kill?
The answer is simple.
T.
Do you understand now? I hope you don't.
I hope you just feel it. After all, this was not my story.
This was my song.
You want understanding and compassion?
Why not look at this thing from my angle and try to understand why I am doing this?
You think I enjoy all this?
I don't, I hate it. I won't let you go. No chance.
50 yuan, that's it.
You'd better kil me with that price.
Killing you would be legal with that price.
You want to take adavantage of the old person?
You're annoying.