Miss S (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Woman in a Nightgown Part 1 - full transcript

The Woman In A Nightgown

Bite it...

- Go! Bite it... -Come on! Bite it...

- Bite it... -Come on...

Finish it off!

Yes!

Pay up!

Qian Wanhao

Why should I pay you?

Master Qian.

You're a well-known figure in society.



A man of your stature shouldn't be going back

on his word over such a paltry sum.

You cheated!

You fed your cricket chilli peppers.

You could feed your cricket gunpowder

and it'd still have lost.

- Pay up now! -I'm not paying you. Pauper!

Scoundrel!

Take it easy. Don't start a fight over this.

Watch it, Hou!

Watch it or you'll get run over by a car!

I dare you to say that again!

All right. That's enough.

That's enough...



Just forget about him.

Thank you for coming.

That lowlife rat.

He lost and refused to pay. What a scumbag.

Let it go. He's a sore loser.

- Don't play with him again. -All right.

You had quite a few drinks today.

Go home and get some rest.

I'd run him over if I had a car.

Are you all right?

- Hou! -Hou!

Wake up, Hou!

Hou!

Could you describe the vehicle

that ran him down?

It was dark.

We were blinded by the car headlights

and couldn't see anything.

The make of the car?

I don't remember.

You and Hou were drinking before that?

Yeah, we had a few drinks.

The three of us were comrade-in-arms

ten years ago.

What did you do last night?

We were fighting crickets

and we had a few drinks.

And then we almost got killed by a car.

If we were still soldiers

I'd have shot the driver in the head.

You're still hungover?

Could it be that...

Hou had quite a bit to drink. Could it be...

No. You've got to believe me, Inspector.

Yes, we had a few drinks.

But we weren't drunk.

We were just standing there

and the car came right at us.

The car came right at the three of you?

- I think so. -Yes.

Then why was Hou the only one who got hit?

Liang and I dodged it in time.

Maybe Hou had a few more to drink than we did.

It was my fault.

I didn't grab him in time.

- Xiao'an. -Yes, Inspector.

Bring two men and go to Laosongsheng.

Survey the area and the nearby roads.

It's early, the streets are empty.

The scene has not been compromised.

Yes, sir.

Miss Su, Mrs Xu wishes to see you.

- Lu Siyin! -Please hold this.

My dear. It's been ages!

Yes, it has.

I bet you can barely recognise this old woman.

What are you talking about?

You're as slim as ever. Have a seat.

I'm no match for you.

Life is better in Paris, after all.

You're as young, pretty and stylish as always.

Hangzhou can't be that bad.

Now, tell me, what brings you all the way

from Hangzhou to Shanghai?

I know! Are you here because

the National College Of Arts is holding

an art exhibition in Shanghai?

No.

I took the train here by myself two days ago.

After Renzhi passed away, I'm no longer

associated with the National College Of Arts.

Did you attend the opening ceremony

of the art exhibition yesterday?

Yes, I did.

I even ran into Lin Chujiu.

Lin Chujiu

I asked him if he knew how you were doing.

He said he hadn't got a clue.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

And here you are today.

We haven't spoken in ages.

Uncle Xiang, get us the best Longjing tea.

You're serving Longjing tea

to a guest from Hangzhou?

I've had plenty of that back home.

I have to tell you

the best tea I have is Longjing.

The tea leaves were harvested before Qingming.

Whenever I find myself missing Hangzhou

I'll have a cup of Longjing tea.

But Shanghai is great.

Look, it's so sunny today.

Renzhi liked sunny places.

He liked to paint under the sun.

Xu Renzhi

This is nice.

I haven't had the chance

to chat about painting in a long time.

How many years has it been

since Renzhi passed away?

It's been seven years.

Time flies, doesn't it?

I miss the both of you.

I miss Renzhi.

I miss the good old days.

You were a vision to behold.

Back then...

I was so bold.

When Mr Liu Haisu was the director

for the Shanghai School of Fine Arts

he was a proponent for the adoption of

female nude models.

There was a lot of opposition

when art exhibitions were held.

He was criticised and called all kinds of names

for incorporating nude models in art.

People called him "the traitor of the arts"

"the vermin among teachers"

and said he was "no better than an animal".

All this talk riled me up.

I told Renzhi, "Renzhi, I'll be your nude model."

And Renzhi said, "Yes."

"I've always wanted to be a vermin and traitor."

You probably still have

many of Renzhi's paintings with you.

They're all gone.

After he passed away

I had to get on with my life.

Even though I hated doing it

I had to sell them off one by one.

Back then, his paintings weren't worth much.

It must have been hard on you.

Enough, let's talk about something else.

Let's talk about the good old days

when we were happy and carefree.

When we were at the National College Of Arts

we sang, danced and painted.

And we would travel to the West Lake.

We'd get on a boat and recite sad poems

by Xu Zhimo and other contemporary poets.

Renzhi was full of passion for art back then.

He painted day in and day out.

He painted tirelessly like a zealot.

What a shame.

Those paintings are all gone now.

Thankfully there is still this one left

in your safekeeping.

Do you still remember

what it was like to be his model?

Of course, I remember.

Even though I told Renzhi I'd be his model

I was a nervous wreck.

Renzhi.

Back then

Renzhi's paintings weren't worth much.

After his passing, everybody wants one

of Master Xu Renzhi's works.

I really love this piece by Renzhi.

But my favourite work by Renzhi

is another piece.

Which is it?

The Woman In A Nightgown?

That's impossible.

This piece went missing years ago.

How did it end up with you?

It was a coincidence really.

I was in Paris, passing by Champs-Elysees.

I stepped into an art gallery

and it was hanging there, as if waiting for me.

So I decided to have it.

Didn't the gallery owner notice that

you were the model in the painting?

Perhaps all Chinese women

look the same to those foreigners.

Wenli, you are amazing.

It is meant to be.

I never thought I'd see this painting again.

This is his best work.

He told me that this painting

is his gift to you.

It was not for sale.

So it is. The Heavens heard his words

and saved the painting for me.

Renzhi, I miss you so much.

I wish we knew what really happened that night.

Hangzhou Railway Station

Miss Su.

The Longjing tea is ready to serve downstairs.

All right. We'll be there shortly.

How about West Lake fish

in vinegar gravy for lunch?

That's so thoughtful of you, Uncle Xiang.

But I'll take Mrs Xu out for lunch.

One more thing.

There's a painting in my bedroom.

You know which painting I'm talking about?

Take it down and wrap it up.

- Let Mrs Xu take it home. -Yes, Miss Su.

That's all, Uncle Xiang.

Wenli.

I didn't come here for the painting.

What are you talking about?

I wouldn't let you have it

if you had demanded for it.

But I can't afford to buy it from you.

I'm not selling it to you.

You've always been the rightful owner.

Let's not talk about money.

Let's go. The tea is ready.

Did Hou offend anybody recently?

Who would he have offended?

Unless...

Inspector, I asked around at Laosongsheng.

According to the employee

at the textile shop next door

about half an hour before the accident

he saw a black Buick parked there.

But he wasn't sure if that car was involved.

They had closed shop

half an hour before the accident.

Do you know of any black Buicks?

Isn't Qian Wanhao's car a Buick?

Yes! It's got to be him!

Who is Qian Wanhao?

He's a rich man's son

frittering away the small fortune

his father left behind.

The three of us were betting on cricket fighting

at Laosongsheng.

That scum lost the bet and refused to pay up.

He was hurling insults and accused Hou

of feeding his cricket chilli peppers.

That led to them arguing.

What happened after that?

Hou fell him with a punch.

He got up and told us to watch it.

We might just get run over by a car.

It has got to be him.

Why didn't you bring this up earlier?

We didn't think he would kill someone

over that paltry sum.

How much are we talking about?

I finally found you.

Hurry up and come with me.

I came from the hospital.

They say Hou is dying.

You should hurry up and go.

What do we do now, Inspector?

Let's go and get to know Qian Wanhao

and his black Buick.

This place looks just like Louwailou Restaurant.

The owner of this place is from Hangzhou.

He used to work at Louwailou Restaurant.

Really?

I told him to reserve the best table for us.

- Miss Su. -Mr Chen.

- You are here. -Hello.

Allow me to introduce you to my friend.

Madam Lu Siyin from Hangzhou.

Lu...

You're the wife of the famous painter

Mr Xu Renzhi.

It's an honour to meet you.

We've probably met in Hangzhou before.

Thank you, Mr Chen. You are too kind.

Please...

What would you like today?

Do you have West Lake fish in vinegar gravy?

Of course.

We raise our own mandarin fish.

It's prepared and cooked right here.

- Great. -It's very fresh.

How about peeled prawns with Longjing?

- And fried beancurd rolls? -Sure.

I think that should be enough.

You know exactly what I like.

- That will be all. -All right.

Please give me a minute.

Thank you.

- Bite it... -Come on! Bite it...

Did somebody say crickets?

Gambling in a group is against the law.

Officers, we wouldn't dare do that.

What are you waiting for then? Get out.

- Yes... -Qian Wanhao!

That's me. What's the matter, sir?

You ran somebody over in a vehicle.

You're a murder suspect.

Wait. You're scaring me.

When did I run somebody over?

Last night, you were drinking

and fighting crickets with three other men

at Laosongsheng Restaurant.

You lost the bet and refused to pay up.

So you got beaten up.

Because of that, you held a grudge

and stirred up trouble after a couple of drinks.

Inspector.

Your story doesn't add up.

Yes, I was fighting crickets at Laosongsheng

but I quit drinking ever since I had a stroke.

You said I stirred up trouble after drinking.

I was beaten up and didn't even fight back.

How can I be accused of stirring up trouble?

You were beaten up.

So you ran over him with your car to get even.

You police haven't gotten any bribes lately?

You need money for drinks?

Not a problem.

Just tell me. It's no big deal.

Besides being a murder suspect

charge him with bribery as well.

- All right. -I take it back!

So, who got ran over? Was it Hou?

What has that got to do with me?

"Watch it or you'll get run over by a car."

Did you say that?

Those were my words.

But I wouldn't really kill someone

over a few silver yuan.

Inspector, I am a man of stature.

I wouldn't risk ruining my life

over those paupers.

Where is your car?

It was stolen. It was stolen two nights ago.

Was it last night or the night before?

It was the night before.

I didn't drive to Laosongsheng last night.

I couldn't since my car was gone.

What happened?

The night before last, I was at

Dexing Restaurant for dinner.

When I came out after dinner had ended

my car was missing. I asked the restaurant

and they hadn't got a clue.

Why didn't you make a police report?

Two years ago, I had a girlfriend.

She ran off with my money.

I made a police report

hoping the police might find her.

But that woman's still nowhere to be found.

That's how "efficient" the police are.

Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting you.

This is a picture of us

taken outside Louwailou Restaurant.

Every time Mr Xu finished a painting

he'd visit Louwailou Restaurant

and order braised pork belly

and Shaoxing wine to replenish his energy.

I remember now, Mr Chen.

You were a younger man then.

We gave you a lot of trouble.

No trouble at all.

Mr Xu was a great painter.

He is the pride of Hangzhou.

Renzhi...

It's a pity that

Mr Xu encountered such a mishap.

I heard that the Hangzhou police

have reopened the investigation

into Mr Xu's death.

Why did they do that?

It's on the papers in Hangzhou.

Renzhi's works got famous.

He came to be known as a master.

Those senior journalists started

publishing old stories about his death.

His death has always been a mystery.

Recently, the Hangzhou Police Department

appointed a new commissioner.

So there has been renewed interest in the case.

You're here with the police, aren't you?

No, I am not.

I travelled here alone to visit my old friend

Wenli.

I heard there were eyewitnesses who saw

someone suspicious on the platform

but God knows

if those eyewitnesses could still be found.

The police wouldn't share this information

with me.

If the police are going to relaunch

an investigation into the case

I think I may be able to help.

That's right.

You're a well-known female detective now.

But the incident happened so long ago.

Even if the police are investigating the matter

it won't bring Renzhi back to life.

As long as the cause of his death

remains a mystery

I cannot stop thinking about it.

Wenli, try relaxing a bit more.

I love your pose.

You look beautiful.

Renzhi. Siyin.

Look what I brought you.

Chujiu.

This is wonderful. Thank you.

Chujiu, what brings you here?

I'm here to see what the master is working on.

Meet my new model, Miss Su Wenli.

She's breathtaking.

Wenli, let me make the introductions.

My good friend and a great painter

Mr Lin Chujiu.

Hello, Mr Lin.

Nice to meet you, Miss Su.

Now I know how Renzhi became such a success.

Without models like you

Xu Renzhi won't be able

to produce such great works.

It's a good painting, isn't it?

It's good, but why do artists

like to paint nude women so much?

That's art, I guess.

So nudity makes it art?

Doesn't that make the bathhouse an art museum?

- Xiao'an. -Taozi.

I got two tickets at the Majestic Theatre.

For Yao Shuijuan's The Butterfly Lovers.

Let's watch it together.

I think I'll pass.

I'll ask Miss Su to give you time off.

I have to prepare her meal today.

And after that, I have to make desserts.

Well then, we'll skip this one.

We'll go to the movies tomorrow.

We'll see how it goes.

I've been a little under the weather

these few days.

Then you should get some rest.

I'll head out now, Uncle Xiang.

- Thanks for the tea. -You're welcome.

What's wrong, Taozi?

I went to the temple today to offer incense.

These days, I've been going against

the wishes of Venerable Juehui.

I keep doing things I'm not supposed to do.

Venerable Juehui told me

not to answer the phone.

Ever since I started working for Miss Su

I've been answering the phone every day.

Venerable Juehui told me I shouldn't get pregnant

before I'm married.

But in order to catch that wicked quack doctor

I had to pretend to be pregnant

to seek his service.

It doesn't count if you're just pretending.

That's what I said to Venerable Juehui.

Then Venerable Juehui said

catching crooks is a good deed

and I didn't do anything wrong.

But today, Venerable Juehui told me

my future husband is a Buddhist.

Xiao'an is not a Buddhist.

So what if he's not a Buddhist?

I'm worried that he might get bad karma

since he's not a Buddhist.

All right, you silly girl.

Quit thinking about such nonsense. Come here.

Help me wrap up the painting.

- Thank you, partner. -Thank you, partner.

I have so many rooms here.

Why don't you come stay with me?

I'm good, thank you.

I'm happy I got to have a nice lunch with you.

I'm a little tired.

I'll go back to the hotel to get some rest.

All right then.

Uncle Xiang has called a taxi for you.

After I get back to the hotel

I'm thinking of taking a walk.

It's good for health

to take a walk after meals.

In Hangzhou, I often go for walks

on the Su Causeway and Bai Causeway.

That's a good idea.

Anyway, you know I've settled down in Shanghai.

Come to me if you need anything.

It won't be an imposition at all.

- All right? -Yes, of course, I will.

Come here for dinner if you're free tonight.

We're making dinner anyway.

I'll get Uncle Xiang to prepare

a few Shanghai dishes for you.

Sure.

Miss Su.

I've wrapped up the painting for Mrs Xu.

Her taxi is waiting outside.

Uncle Xiang, please carry the painting

to the taxi for Mrs Xu.

- Sure. -Thank you.

Wenli, thank you so much.

You have no idea

how much this painting means to me.

You know

I'm so happy to see you today.

You were his favourite among the models.

You're pretty, smart and independent.

You were the most important woman in his life.

Back then, I had Renzhi

and you had Chujiu.

Now, everything has changed.

Let me walk you out.

It's OK.

- Thank you. -All right.

Come here for dinner tonight.

- OK. See you later. -See you.

Art is not about objective portrayals.

It is about subjective representations.

Instead of portraying the subject clearly

I'd rather work some ambiguity into a piece.

Painting is not about

being a servant to the object.

We should direct the audience

using a language of our own.

Guide them to see the object

with new eyes.

All right. Class dismissed.

Master Lin, you're really charismatic.

But painting this modernist art

is such a waste of your talent.

Realism is what will stand the test of time.

You've spent far too much time

looking at Rembrandt's works.

The value of art is in creating

innovating

and expressing our own subjectivity.

Let's say

the new school represents a new world.

Then for me

I'd rather live in the world of

Florentine Renaissance.

Live in the Middle Ages all you want

but I must take the beautiful Miss Su

into the new age

to see the world for herself.

Miss Su, you looked so sensual.

The credit goes to the painter.

I was at the National College Of Arts.

I was dedicated to art.

To me, art was everything.

I envy you.

You got to be an artist's model.

You're immortalised in his art piece.

I could never look half as sensual as you did.

You could if you want to.

Now that I think about it

this is a really precious piece.

I should hang it in my bedroom.

Swap the new piece and put it here.

OK.

- Miss, Song and Tan are here. -All right.

- They're waiting downstairs. -I'll be there.

- This is for you. -And this.

I know this is just small change to you.

I want to hire you for an investigation.

What kind of investigation?

Miss Su. Song, Hou and Liang

were comrade-in-arms

in the Northern Expeditionary Army.

They fought together in many battles.

Hou has passed away. Song is devastated.

I know this is nowhere near enough.

How much more do you want? Just tell us.

You won't be able to afford my fees.

But you have helped me a great deal.

There's no way I'd take your money.

I'd be happy to help

even without you asking me.

Now that you've come looking for me...

It's my honour to help, Song.

Thank you.

All right. Now, tell me.

You think it was Qian Wanhao who killed Hou?

I think he planned it.

First, let me brief you on the props.

This is the black Buick

that caused the accident.

This is Hou. This is the bakery employee.

This black Buick was travelling along

Beidang Road when it hit Hou.

Then it came to the junction

and the bakery employee saw the car.

Then it turned right into Jufu Road

and bumped into the box outside the florist shop.

Then it turned around

drove against traffic, hit the utility pole

and left these marks here. Next, I'll...

Inspector Luo, do you have many cases today?

Miss Su, I was just wondering.

Why didn't Song ask for your assistance?

Assistance can be expensive.

Song was raising money all morning.

Inspector, did you manage to find Qian Wanhao?

Did he admit to running Hou over?

Qian Wanhao's car was stolen the night before.

He was not the one driving the car.

The accident happened

the day after his car was stolen.

That's awfully coincidental, isn't it?

So, we're reconstructing the scene right now.

With your toy figurine and toy car?

I borrowed these from my nephew.

Don't break it.

It appears that the driver

had quite a bit to drink, right?

And it was Huadiao wine.

So maybe it really wasn't Qian Wanhao.

Why?

He quit drinking after he had a stroke.

What does this line represent?

The wheel marks left by the car.

I just re-enacted the accident for Inspector Luo.

The car drove along Beidang Road.

It hit the box at the florist shop

turned around, drove against traffic and

hit the utility pole. That must be how it went.

So, either the driver had too much to drink

or he's a horrible driver.

According to Song and Liang

they couldn't keep up with the speed of the car.

The driver was fleeing in panic.

Also, the driver seemed unfamiliar

with the streets of Shanghai.

You mean...

The car was crashing into things left and right.

It must have left plenty of evidence behind.

What are we waiting for? Time to act.

Let's go.

The perpetrator should be in a panic

when he fled the scene.

This is a wide road, yet he hit the box.

Based on the direction the car was going

this is probably where the impact occurred.

And based on the traces here

the boot of the vehicle was damaged

resulting in an oil leak.

These are probably

fragments from the damaged headlights.

There are signs of oil leakage here.

I think we'll find more traces of oil ahead.

Follow them.

There is less oil here.

I guess the oil tank

was probably empty at this point.

What's going on?

How could a car disappear out of thin air?

I'm familiar with the area.

There are many car workshops here.

Maybe the driver drove the car

to a workshop for repairs.

Lead the way, Tan.

- Yes. -Hold on.

If the car is stashed at a workshop

and we show up in a group

with the police in tow

it'll alarm everyone.

Song, Xiao'an. Stay here.

We'll go first and call out to you if needed.

Yes, ma'am.

Since when did you come under her command?

But you just told me...

Are you coming, Inspector?

Let's go.

You told me to...

Cars For Sale

Who are you?

Who are you?

The car was damaged in an accident, right?

Keep your hands off me. Let go.

Do you know Qian Wanhao?

I've never heard of that name.

I don't know who that is.

Why are you repairing his car

if you don't know him?

I just happened to see this car

on my way home last night.

It was parked at the entrance of the alley.

And you think you get to keep it?

This car was badly damaged.

The oil ran dry. Nobody would want it.

I peed into the tank

to make the oil float to the surface.

That's how I got it in here.

You're smart.

And quite daring too. Fancy stealing a car

that had killed someone.

I didn't know that.

I saw it parked at the entrance of the alley.

Nobody wanted it. And it was blocking the way.

No wonder he got out of the car and fled.

Who?

The driver.

How did he look like?

He was about this tall.

He was wearing a jacket.

I didn't get a good look of his face.

I was looking at the car.

Was this the person you saw?

I don't think so.

Was it him or not?

I didn't get a good look.

It was dark and I...

I'm not good at identifying people.

Looks like Qian Wanhao wasn't lying.

Xiao'an, bring him to the station

and get his testimony.

- OK. -I'll take care of this, Song.

Let's go.

Why didn't you go and watch

Yue opera with Xiao'an?

Uncle Xiang.

I go to the temple

on the first and fifteenth of every month.

It's a little inappropriate for me

to spend so much time with someone

who isn't a Buddhist, don't you think?

What's so inappropriate about that?

I'm afraid of karmic retribution.

Buddha teaches us to be kind to all beings.

To have compassion for everyone.

What is compassion? Showing kindness

for all beings and bringing them joy.

Having empathy, being merciful and

removing the source of all suffering.

That is kindness.

Buddha is compassionate.

Xiao'an is a good lad.

You're saying just because he's not a Buddhist

he's going to get karmic retribution?

That can't be true.

Do you think Buddha is petty like you?

What you said makes sense.

Miss Su, your guest is not here yet.

The crispy duck is getting cold.

Should I put it back in the oven to reheat it?

It's all right. The crispy duck is still good

even if it's cold.

It's late. I don't think she's coming.

Pacific Hotel

Hello, Pacific Hotel.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for a guest.

Her name is Lu Siyin.

L-U...

S-I...

Y-I-N.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We don't have a guest by that name here.

All right. Thank you.

I wonder where she is.

Anyway, she seemed absorbed

in her thoughts when I saw her.

She must be going through a rough patch.

Look for her again at the Pacific Hotel.

- Do some prying. All right? -Got it.

Relay a message to Officer Shen Xiao'an.

Lu Siyin said she came to Shanghai by train

from Hangzhou two days ago.

Have him check with the train station.

- See if there are any other clues. -OK.

Let's look deeper into Qian Wanhao's car.

We can't just rely on the police.

I think Qian Wanhao wasn't lying when he said

his car was stolen.

Did Hou have other enemies?

I asked Hou before he died.

He said he didn't have any enemies.

I still think Qian Wanhao is suspicious.

Even if he weren't behind the wheel

he must have orchestrated it.

- We'll head out now, Miss Su. -All right.

Miss Su, they suspect it was Qian Wanhao.

Do you think they are mistaken?

Qian Wanhao's family coffers may be emptying out

but he wouldn't be so stupid.

The wager they had was just small change

compared to the car he lost.

Maybe he was so angry he snapped?

Even so, would he have gotten into his car

and run over someone just like that?

You're right.

I'll go see what that was.

Who are you?

Uncle Xiang!

Uncle Xiang!

Who is that? Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Stop right there!

Are you all right?

I'm fine. I just sprained my ankle.

How is it?

I couldn't catch him. He got away.

Should we make a police report, Miss Su?

That's not necessary.

What if he comes back during the night?

He won't come back.

He already got what he wanted.

How is it? Are you badly hurt?

Miss Su, I was worried.

So I rang the inspector.

Get me a chilled towel.

OK.

- Does it hurt? -A little.

You went looking for trouble again?

I didn't go looking for trouble.

Trouble came looking for me.

That man stole one of my paintings.

Did you get a good look of his face?

No. His face was covered.

And the lights upstairs were off.

I couldn't see anything.

Train Number 361 from Hangzhou to Shanghai

has arrived at the station.

I remember this lady.

She got on the train at Hangzhou Station.

But she seemed unwell.

She started shivering

even before we got to Jiaxing Station.

She kept sneezing too.

What happened after that?

She had a ticket for a hard seat.

I saw that she had probably caught a cold

so I upgraded her to a small cabin.

She got off at Shanghai Station.

It's not easy to travel alone.

Right.

They were careless.

They should've prepared some medicine

since they were travelling.

"They"?

Most people would have

called the police right away

but you'd rather take matters

into your own hands.

Well, you're busy with Hou's case.

No matter how busy we are

there'll be someone to handle your case.

Feel better now?

Inspector.

Why didn't you knock?

Am I interrupting, Inspector?

Did I say you can come in? Start over.

- Come in. -I did some digging.

There are two train trips

from Hangzhou to Shanghai daily.

The train conductor remembered Mdm Lu

after seeing her photograph.

Mdm Lu was feeling unwell on the train.

So he upgraded them to a small cabin

for them to get some rest.

"Them"? Mdm Lu had company?

She wasn't travelling alone?

She was with her husband.

That's impossible!

Her husband passed away seven years ago.

Could she have remarried?

Surely I would have heard about that.

So either Xu Renzhi is still alive

or Lu Siyin is lying to you.

Or she might have an accomplice.

This is for you, Hou.

Here.

Liang.

Although the three of us

weren't great heroes

like Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei

we swore to be brothers till death.

We were not born on the same day

but we swore to die on the same day.

It's been more than a decade

since we followed General Chen Diaoyuan

into battle all across the country.

The war ended

and we were discharged.

If we hadn't had each another

I reckoned we wouldn't have survived the war.

Our lives have finally improved

in the last few years.

But now, Hou is...

I'll never let Qian Wanhao get away with this.