Miss S (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - Death by the Music Box Part 1 - full transcript

Death By The Music Box

Linglong Magazine

Art. Design. People. Life.

Sun Weiwei

Yang Zhengjun

How's this? Is it better?

Weiwei, you're so thoughtful.

How can I let our one and only genius

in the editorial office get sunburnt?

But I'm heading out soon.

Going on another date?



Meeting a friend.

Mengdie.

Did you finish the Yangzhou cuisine article?

Madam Yao, it'll be done by this evening.

Just a segment on Yangzhou Lion's Head to go.

All right.

Everyone. Get on with your writing.

The deadline is Friday.

I don't want any blank pages.

Don't you worry, Madam Yao.

We'll finish our tasks.

You just need to watch Madam Liu.

Jimei, the deadline is this Friday.

No problem.



All right. Keep working.

Do you have a date too?

Just because you didn't ask me out

doesn't mean I can't date someone else.

Isn't that right, my dear?

I hope you both enjoy your dates.

I still need to work on my article.

Have a good time.

- You too. -See you tomorrow.

Linglong Magazine

It's 7.00pm, sweetie. I'm going home.

All right.

Sweetie?

Good morning, Miss Su.

Good morning, Taozi.

Miss Su, I remember you told me

you're quite close to the chief editor

at Linglong Magazine Publishing?

Yes, she was my secondary school teacher.

- What about it? -Was her name Liu Jimei?

No. It's Yao Huimin.

I've just heard it over the radio that

their subeditor, Liu Jimei, has died.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

All I know is it happened this morning.

I guess her serialised novel

Adventures Of The Little Fairy

will be left hanging.

How old are you now, Taozi?

Why are you still reading such juvenile stuff?

The story is interesting.

The series has a huge following.

All right, then.

Well, you can't follow it anymore.

Ask Uncle Xiang if breakfast is ready.

Are you heading out?

Given what happened

I should check on my teacher.

Hey, come and take a look.

Peanuts. Pumpkin seeds. Red dates.

Miss, watch out for the glass shards.

You don't want to cut your feet.

Peanuts and pumpkin seeds for sale!

Come take a look and buy some.

You'll die a terrible death

- Xiao'an. -Miss Su, you showed up again.

We didn't even tell anyone about this.

Honestly, you should do some digging

and find out who leaked the news.

No, Miss Su...

Good morning, Qiuheng.

Sorry, Inspector.

Not you again.

What do you mean by that?

The chief editor here, Madam Yao

was my secondary school teacher.

I guess knowing you doesn't bode well for anyone.

What are you saying?

- You're so superstitious. -Su Wenli.

- Madam Yao. -What brings you here?

I heard something bad happened here.

So I came right away.

- This is so sudden. -It's terrible.

- Excuse me, ladies. -Who was she?

This is a crime scene.

It is strictly out-of-bounds.

No one can enter without permission.

Please leave.

- Xiao'an. -We...

Please cooperate.

Please cooperate.

Please cooperate.

She seemed perfectly fine yesterday

and now she's dead.

Yes.

She seemed fine yesterday.

Must be the bad fengshui in there.

It's an unlucky room.

Everyone...

Stop speculating.

The readers couldn't care less about

what happened here.

They just want to see our magazine on time.

So, please hurry.

Turn in your articles even if the sky falls.

Have the police found any leads yet?

Not so soon.

This is my student, Miss Su Wenli.

They are the backbone of our magazine.

Yan Mengdie.

She knows a lot about culinary arts

and oversees the home and cooking sections.

Sun Weiwei. You'll see her

at most of the parties in Shanghai.

She handles the fashion and social sections.

Yang Zhengjun.

He's the only male staff on the editorial team.

Current affairs and sports are his focus.

I'm a loyal reader

and your names are familiar to me.

It's nice to finally get to meet you in person.

But I'm sorry it's under

such unfortunate circumstances.

Indeed.

Pardon my intrusion

but who discovered the body?

It was my husband, Mao Jiakang.

That's our office supervisor.

He handles the maintenance

utilities and whatnot.

Is he here?

He's fixing the water pipes downstairs.

The building is a little old

so it has lots of issues.

Luckily, Mao is here to take care of them.

All right, everyone. Get back to work.

I'll show Wenli around.

Wenli, you've been back for some time.

How are your parents?

They're well.

We often spoke about you back in Paris.

Spoke about me?

Yes. My mother kept saying that

I had a good foundation in Mandarin

thanks to you.

I recall winning the city essay competition

when I was little.

She said you were an excellent teacher.

Your mother is too kind.

I've had many students.

Not everyone won competitions.

Did you hire Madam Liu?

She had her own office

so she must be rather senior here.

Jimei was my business partner.

We share similar qualifications

and were about the same age.

She was also a shareholder.

Jimei was very capable.

Our achievements were all thanks to her.

She writes for nearly half the columns.

Readers love her.

Such as Adventures Of The Little Fairy .

Do you read that too?

No, I don't.

But Taozi, my assistant, loves it.

When I left, she was lamenting that

she won't get to learn how the story ends.

That's true. We have many readers

waiting for the next issue.

Has Madam Liu finished the drawings?

She had probably finished it.

They're locked inside her drawer.

The inspector doesn't allow me to go in.

How about this, Madam Yao?

I'll get into Liu Jimei's office

and have a chat with the inspector.

I'll try to get the manuscript for you.

All right.

Do you need my help, Qiuheng?

I'll let you know if I do. Thank you.

You've gone all distant and cold on me

at the drop of a hat.

I remember you made a move on me last week

when we handled the case of the art painting.

Well, I...

- I didn't. -You did.

I was trying to keep you safe.

You were staring at the crook.

I was trying to defuse a dangerous situation.

So you think the danger is over now?

If you feel I've offended you, I apologise.

How will you apologise?

What do you want?

Allow me to stay here for a while.

Let me help Madam Yao crack the case.

We are doing our best.

I hope she can be patient.

But you need my help.

I promise I won't touch anything.

She wasn't much of an artist

but she was good with colours.

Plus, she writes a good story.

That's why many young women like her work.

You promised you wouldn't touch anything.

But I have gloves on.

That's not the point.

Then I'll look in the drawer.

That's enough, you should keep your word.

If you don't let me have the manuscript

for Adventures Of The Little Fairy

there'll be blank pages in the next issue.

I promise, once we're done investigating

and all is well, I'll hand them to Madam Yao.

But now, you must leave.

I must say, you're really stubborn.

I can sense it.

So are you. I can sense it just as well.

But don't expect an apology from me.

Madam Yao, who wrote this?

I don't know.

It appeared this morning.

Was it intended for Jimei?

The paint is still wet.

Did Madam Liu offend anyone?

It's hard to say. In this business

we wouldn't know even if we did.

Just last night, somebody smashed our window

with a brick from downstairs.

The culprit could be anyone.

A dead rat at our doorstep.

Prank calls to our office.

We're all used to this.

Why didn't you call the police?

The fact that somebody is giving us trouble

is proof of the magazine's influence.

You have such a big heart.

I'll find the perpetrator for you.

This morning, I nearly cut myself

on the glass shards outside the building.

What are you...

Madam Yao, I almost forgot to mention that

I'm running a private detective agency.

Could it be... Miss S Detective Agency?

Exactly.

Wenli, you've done well for yourself.

Madam Yao, you're too kind.

I'll take care of things. Don't you worry.

I feel more at ease with you around.

Carry on working. I'll see what I can do.

OK.

"Home & Health".

"How did Zhou Xuan make it big in Shanghai?"

"Renovated Paramount Ballroom re-opens".

"Five recipes for Pudong Chicken".

"How to make an embroidered toilet seat cover".

Who would need that? Tao...

What are you doing?

I'm embroidering these for fun.

Is that an embroidered toilet seat cover?

"Agony Aunt Column".

That's their most popular column.

Many people write to the agony aunt

when they need advice for their problems.

My best friend, Li Qiaomei

writes to the agony aunt

every time she gets upset with Tan.

Are you serious?

- Have you written to her? -Me?

- No. -Why not?

Xiao'an and I get along fine.

Really?

"Prince Charming overcame all odds to rescue"

"Little Fairy who was trapped on the island."

Hello, Inspector Luo.

Is that the ending?

You shouldn't have spoilt the ending of

Adventures Of The Little Fairy for Taozi.

Reporting the truth is my job.

Well, that's true.

You can have a look at it.

I'm turning it in to Madam Yao tomorrow.

Thank you!

Liu Jimei's passing

must be a huge loss to her readers.

If they find out their favourite author

was poisoned, they'd be even more upset.

Poisoned?

Preliminary autopsy findings revealed

hydrogen cyanide poisoning.

Hydrogen cyanide?

Acute hydrogen cyanide poisoning might cause

breathlessness and paroxysmal convulsions

followed by death from tetanic spasms.

Cyanide poisoning.

How was the poison delivered?

We have no idea as yet.

She was already dead by last evening.

I noticed that she had a coat on.

So I guess she was about to get off work.

An astute observation. I've asked around.

She usually knocked off at 7.00pm.

So maybe as she was about to leave

she felt unwell, collapsed and died.

What are your thoughts, Miss Su?

My thoughts?

Inspector Luo, I wonder

if you're here to apologise for your faux pas

at West Lake Restaurant

or are you here to get help

for the Linglong Magazine case?

I did what I did to keep you safe.

Have you eaten?

No, I haven't. I'm starving.

- Miss. -Uncle Xiang. Make some noodles...

Mr Bai.

It's been a while, Mr Bai.

It's been a while, Miss Su.

Mr Bai.

It's nice to see you again.

Inspector Luo.

I'm sorry for interrupting.

No... not at all.

I was just having a chat with Inspector Luo.

You're welcome to join us.

Uncle Xiang, add another serving of noodles.

It's fine.

I should get going.

You haven't had the noodles yet.

It's fine. I've lost my appetite.

Save the scallion oil noodles for Bai.

Uncle Xiang has already prepared it.

Save it for Mr Bai.

Stay and have some.

Inspector Luo is very busy with his cases.

Inspector.

- Inspector, have you eaten? -No.

- Then go get something. -I'm not hungry.

The commissioner was asking for you.

You're needed at the Fuxi Road branch.

I'm not going. I'm very busy.

Xiao'an.

Let me ask you this.

If you're given the opportunity

to become an inspector at a faraway place

but it means you won't get to see Taozi anymore

- Would you accept the job? -Of course!

- You would? -I wouldn't pass on a promotion.

If the problem is not getting to see Taozi

then I'll just bring her along with me.

- Once I do that... -OK... forget I asked.

Inspector.

We found this in Liu Jimei's office.

Sun Weiwei, I'm warning you...

Get Sun Weiwei here tomorrow morning

for an interrogation.

- OK. -And the rest of the staff too.

All right.

Somewhere faraway?

Am I up for a promotion?

The noodles are delicious.

It'd be perfect with a bowl of Borscht.

I'll keep that in mind.

Aren't you eating?

I didn't think you'd come back.

Why? I haven't forgotten you.

Me neither.

But I understand

you have your family commitments.

So I'm guessing

you have a reason for coming here.

I have something on my mind

and I need a listening ear.

Tell me.

First, let's have a drink.

All right.

Natasha is here in Shanghai

but our engagement is on the rocks.

Grandma was all for us getting married.

What do you call that? An arranged...

- Arranged marriage. -Yes. Arranged marriage.

But now, she has taken a 360-degree turn...

You mean a 180-degree turn.

Right, a 180-degree turn. A big turn.

She was suspicious of her family background

and that created a lot of trouble.

Now she's against us getting married.

Where do you stand on this?

I think that's very important

since you'll be the one

spending the rest of your life with her.

It is just a marriage of convenience.

I don't think she's good or bad.

I feel nothing for her.

Well...

If I may be honest with you

a marriage should be built on love.

If there's no love involved

and it's just to serve business interests

then it's not really a marriage.

What do you think?

I'll leave it for now. Let's drink.

Sure.

Wanted Criminals

Miss Sun, thanks for coming so early

to assist with our investigation.

Officer Shen, I'm here to talk about Liu Jimei.

- Correct? -Yes.

Frankly, her death didn't come as a surprise.

She makes more enemies in a month

than Chairman Jiang did in his entire life.

That's an inappropriate analogy.

You look so taken aback.

Feel free to come to me for anything.

Miss Sun, you don't seem to think much of Liu.

That's common amongst colleagues.

But we found this among her documents.

This is just a draft.

I guess the final copy is with you.

A warning letter for you.

Please come with me.

She found out

I was writing for Friends Of Women Magazine.

They're competitors of Linglong Magazine.

So what?

I'm just trying to make ends meet.

Besides, Linglong Magazine doesn't pay well.

So she threatened you.

That's right.

To Friends of Women Magazine

How dare you take on outside jobs?

This is none of your business.

She said she'd tell our chief editor, Madam Yao

and get me fired

You're a traitor to our magazine.

You don't deserve to work here.

Liu Jimei, I know what's on your mind.

Let's wait and see

which of us gets kicked out first.

She was ridiculous.

All I did was write a couple of good articles

for publication in other magazines.

I was using my own talent.

It was none of her business.

The thought of that dirty look she gave me

makes me wish I had splashed ink in her face.

Looks like you two didn't get along.

She didn't get along with anyone.

You should have seen how

she quarrelled with Chief Editor Yao.

Did those two quarrel as well?

Aren't they the founding partners?

Chief Editor Yao came from Shanghai News.

She's strict, exact

and never bends the rules for anyone.

If you had seen how they quarrelled

you wouldn't believe they're educated women.

They looked more like two fishwives

having a shouting match at the marketplace.

If you can't decide, then don't talk to me.

Calm down. I've already told you about this.

- Why haven't you done it? -I knew it.

I'd worked so hard but what's the point?

- You should listen to me. -Tell me directly.

The Board of Directors gave me the authority

so you should do as I say. Go ask them

if you don't believe me.

- Only if you're right! -I have the final say!

Let's hear what the rest says.

I serve the Board of Directors!

That's no way for educated women to behave.

Relax.

So you found Liu Jimei's body at 6.30am?

Mao Jiakang

The building water pipes

had been damaged for two days.

So I thought I'd get in before anyone else did

to repair the pipes.

After I repaired the pipes, I went upstairs.

I was halfway up the stairs

when I saw someone had painted

some words on the wall with red paint.

"You'll die a terrible death".

After that, I walked into the main office.

I noticed one of our window panes was broken.

The window was smashed?

Was the door to Liu Jimei's office locked?

I thought it would be locked

since no one was in the office.

So I wanted to open it with the spare key.

But the door was unlocked.

So I pushed the door open.

And that's when I saw...

Hello, Mrs Mao.

Please call me Yan Mengdie.

Were you the last person to leave the office?

Yes.

Both Yang Zhengjun and Sun Weiwei had dates.

They left at around 5.30pm.

Madam Yao left at around 5.45pm.

I had to catch up on my article.

- So I left later. -What time did you leave?

Around 6.30pm, I think.

I left there by taxi.

What time did your wife get home?

It was almost 8.00pm.

- What about you? -I had left early.

I was already out of the office at 4.30pm.

When I got home, it was only around 5.00pm.

You seem fine with your wife working late.

I'm not. I always asked her why

she had to stay so late at work.

But that's how she is. A workaholic.

She loses track of time when she's working.

Your office is by Mathieu Road

while you live at Boone Road.

It should only take half an hour to get home.

What took you so long?

It was bad luck really.

A tram had broken down on Waibaidu Bridge.

We were stuck and couldn't get around it.

Did you see Liu Jimei before you left?

No. It was her habit

to work with her door closed.

What made you think she was inside?

It goes without saying.

She was always the last to leave.

So she worked the hardest?

She was just making a statement.

She always left the office last

for no other reason

than to make the rest of us feel bad.

That's just the kind of person she was.

Linglong Magazine

Mr Yang.

Inspector Luo.

Looking smart there.

Going out on a date in the middle of the day?

You're teasing me, right?

Your accent sounds north-eastern.

I did use to live in the northeast.

But I've lived here for many years

so I'm used to life here now.

You're the only man working here.

How does it feel to have the company of

so many pretty ladies?

What pretty ladies?

Two of them are much older than me.

I was brought up by three older sisters.

So I'm used to being around women.

In fact, I even have a feminine pseudonym

in the magazine. I'm Shi Furong.

Shi Furong?

Nice name.

Speaking of pseudonyms

who's in charge of the Agony Aunt column?

You'll have to ask Madam Yao.

We aren't allowed to tell anyone.

All right. Thank you.

- Madam Yao. -You're here.

This is the manuscript you're waiting for.

Great.

Finally, I can fill the section now.

Can you tell me who the agony aunt is?

That would be Liu Jimei.

Agony Aunt

Why do you keep her identity confidential?

Is it that big of a secret?

I was worried the police would ask me this.

Every day, we'd receive many letters

meant for Agony Aunt.

Some vent their troubles or doubts

and some write about deeply personal secrets.

We keep the content confidential for them.

If the police were to read these letters

to investigate Jimei's death

it'd be a violation of the senders' privacy.

We'd have failed them.

But have you ever considered that

one of the people who penned those letters

might hold a grudge against Agony Aunt?

And they could have killed Liu Jimei.

I have considered that possibility.

This is the box of letters

we have yet to reply.

This other box here won't get a reply.

Some replies have already been published.

I wanted to go through the letters when I'm free.

Perhaps I might spot something.

But to be honest with you

I just don't have that kind of time.

Right now, my top priority

is to make sure that the magazine

stays unaffected by her death

and the next issue is published on time.

Are you running short of articles?

Yes, we are.

Madam Yao. Inspector Luo.

If you're running short of articles

I might have an idea for you.

What is it?

Do you recall the topics we'd considered?

The one about new immigrants to Shanghai.

We'd write about these new immigrants from

the Northeast, Huguang, Sichuan and Shaanxi.

Yes, I do recall that.

I thought the topic was abandoned.

That was because Liu Jimei was against it.

Also, she felt only she could do it justice.

That's why it was abandoned.

Now that she's gone

why don't I revive the abandoned topic?

You sure know how to seize an opportunity.

Is that a yes?

Thank you, Madam Yao.

I'll get the materials from her office now.

Your team sure is passionate about work.

You mean Sun Weiwei?

She's more than just passionate.

She can't wait to be the chief editor herself.

Is that position so attractive?

Even a dead colleague

cannot stand in the way of her ambition.

Did you take these photos?

Yes.

That's Yuan Meifang

a rising star in Yue opera.

Many of her photographs were taken by me.

The colours of the photographs suggest that

they were done using the cyanography method.

It's also known as cyanotype.

A photographic technique based on iron salts.

The photographs will show

a signature Prussian Blue tint.

I found it.

It was in the folder for disposed documents.

The sources are still here. I can rewrite it.

But the pictures are gone.

Then you must hurry.

This is a weighty topic.

You must plan your writing carefully.

All right. I'll get on with it right away.

Why is it stuck again?

Genius Yang.

Could you look at this for me?

The keys are stuck again.

What makes you think I can fix it?

Didn't you just fix Madam Liu's music box?

These are two different things.

Please try.

All right. I'll see what I can do.

There are so many letters.

All of them about troubles in life.

Agony Aunt's job isn't easy.

You can leave that job to me.

How is it going, Taozi?

Are your eyes puffy from all the crying?

Sometimes, I do cry

when I read the Agony Aunt column.

But I'm numb from reading a whole box of letters.

This is the worst assignment

I've received from Miss Su.

I'm getting depressed from reading these letters.

Look at this one here.

Her husband is dead and her child is sick.

Then she finds out she's pregnant.

This one. She has seven children.

All girls.

The husband wanted her to conceive again.

And this one.

He finally made money from his business

and thought he could return to his hometown.

But his employee stole it.

What's the matter with people?

Why are they so unlucky?

Let me take some of the load off you.

Any difference between the two boxes?

These get replies while those don't.

I'll take this box.

The ones not getting replies.

Let's see what funny business lies within.

Come have dinner at my place tonight.

I'm not in the mood for it.

Russian cuisine doesn't interest me.

I promise it won't be Russian cuisine.

I told Uncle Xiang before I left

that we're expecting a guest tonight.

What are your thoughts on the case?

Well...

I think every one of them is a suspect.

Sun Weiwei and Liu Jimei didn't get along.

She even stole her article idea.

So Sun Weiwei must be waiting for the day

when she could replace Liu Jimei.

Sun Weiwei admitted to

writing for other magazines.

When Liu Jimei found out about that

she wanted Madam Yao to fire her.

Sun Weiwei is highly ambitious

and isn't happy with the status quo.

She has enough motive to kill Liu Jimei.

Yan Mengdie is also suspicious.

She thinks poorly of Liu Jimei.

That day, she left work at 6.30pm

but only got home at 8.00pm

in a taxi, no less.

She shouldn't take that long to get home.

We don't know what she did in that time.

She has motive

and no alibi for the time of crime.

Turn around, please.

Have some tea, Madam Liu.

Thank you.

And her husband.

Mao Jiakang?

Obviously, that handyman

would be on his wife's side.

Who knows? Maybe he did it for his wife.

And he has a spare key to Liu Jimei's office.

He could enter and leave her room freely.

All right.

Who else do we have?

That North-eastern genius, Yang Zhengjun.

Did you look into him?

That genius. Yes, I did.

He had a date on that day

so he was the first to leave.

He checked into a room at Hujiang Hotel.

But he checked out at 9.00pm.

He's surrounded by women.

There's one other person.

One whom we need to analyse objectively.

What do you think of Yao Huimin?

Madam Yao? What's wrong with her?

Although she and Liu Jimei

are co-founders of the magazine

they didn't really see eye to eye.

They argued a lot.

To avoid these arguments

she'd even given up her office to Liu Jimei.

She moved to the main office

and shared the workspace with her staff.

Liu Jimei didn't get along with anyone.

In Sun Weiwei's own words...

If you had seen how they quarrelled

you wouldn't believe they're educated women.

They looked more like two fishwives

having a shouting match at the marketplace.

I can't imagine Madam Yao

fighting with anyone.

Would you like to look at these photographs?

They have a Prussian Blue tint, very nicely taken.

This is called cyanography.

They're treated with ferric hydroxide

and hydrochloric acid.

Mixing ferric ammonium citrate

with potassium ferricyanide

results in a liquid that's photosensitive.

I never expected you to know this.

Well, I'm very knowledgeable.

Do you think these chemicals might contain

the cyanide that killed Liu Jimei?

Yes, perhaps.

Madam Yao is the one who oversees

the developing and printing of these photos.

So what?

Does it prove that she's the killer?

This tells us that we cannot rule her out.

She's a suspect as well.

Madam Yao? That's impossible.

Why is that so?

Well, because she's Madam Yao.

Inspector.

- Taozi? -Miss Su, I have a letter for you.

"Agony Aunt, you're a witch."

"You're a mean and heartless shrew."

"You ruined my family."

"I know where to find you."

"You'll die a terrible death."

Written by "Husband-In-Despair".

"You'll die a terrible death".

That's the exact phrase painted on the wall.

There's only one way to find out more.

Go through every letter in the two boxes.

Find out who "Husband-In-Despair" is.

Or the letter his wife sent to Agony Aunt.

Looks like this Agony Aunt column

is nothing but trouble.

But now, Agony Aunt is dead

and the trail has gone cold.

Since Liu Jimei is not around anymore...

Taozi, you're the best candidate

to take over as Agony Aunt.

Me?

Xiao'an.

Please assist her

to go over the remaining letters.

See if you can find any useful leads.

- All right. -I'll visit their office again.

I'll go through their older issues

and see if Liu Jimei had written any reply

that would enrage "Husband-In-Despair".

Let's dismiss and meet again for updates.

Come over to my place for dinner tonight.

We can discuss the case over dinner.

I might go if it isn't Russian cuisine.

Editorial Office

Where's Miss Sun?

I'm here.

Hello.

Here's what it is, sir.

Something happened at our office recently.

Everything's a mess.

As a result, we've misplaced your photos.

That's not a problem.

I have a similar copy of it here.

Even the shot of the aircraft is in there.

OK, thank you.

All right. I'll make a move now.

- Sorry... -It's all right.

- Wenli. -Madam Yao.

These are issues from the last three years.

I think that's all of it.

Thank you, Madam Yao.

Where's everyone?

Mengdie has an interview at Meilongzhen Bar

for her article on Yangzhou cuisine.

As for Yang, I gather he's out on a date.

I can't stand him.

But he's a quick writer.

His article is already on your table.

What about your article on new immigrants?

It's here. Everything is going well.

I'll hand it in tomorrow morning.

All right. Hurry up.

I hope he's still around.

Linglong Magazine

You've all worked hard.

If everything goes well

we'd be able to go to print tomorrow.

All right. I'll work from home tonight

to sort out the article on Huaiyang cuisine.

Weiwei?

The final draft on new immigrants of Shanghai

will be on your table tomorrow morning.

Good...

Wenli.

- You should go home too. -OK.

I'm leaving after I lock the other door.

- See you tomorrow. -See you.

Still here, Miss Su?

Do you have a date?

Yes. A very important one.

See you, Miss Su.

See you tomorrow.

Madam Yao, why are you back?

Do you have a date?

I'm getting old and my memory is poor.

I forgot the articles

that I wanted to revise from home.

You should get on with finding a husband.

I hear you.

Good luck.

See you tomorrow, Madam Yao.

See you.