Miss S (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Song of Blood Part 1 - full transcript

A Song Of Blood

Get lost. Go and be with your floozy.

I'm with her right now.

I'm not a floozy! Cut it out.

- Let's go. -OK.

Violet Nightclub

Chen Ailian

Wu Wending

Qi Huaimin

Wenli.

Why are we meeting here?



This place might not be as famous

as The Paramount

but it's the trendiest club

in all of Shanghai now.

The Paramount is for wealthy fogies

while this place is for trendsetters.

How does this compare with Paris?

Shanghai is wonderful.

It has everything you want.

Right, Wenli. You just returned from abroad.

Do you have any trouble getting around?

I can sell you my latest Ford car.

You're going to sell me an old car?

It was my elder brother, Zixiong's car.



Zixiong got in a fight

with the second son of Charlie Liu

from the Municipal Council, remember?

He died in the fight.

That car reminds me of him

and it gets me down.

I feel down when I think of your brother too.

Why are you selling the car?

Well, I need money.

My mum is strict with money

and doesn't give me any.

How is she?

Not great. She's a different person

after my brother passed away.

My family is not what it used to be.

Let's leave the past where it belongs.

I need to speak with my friends.

- I'll be right back. -All right.

Be good. Order a drink.

Feng Chuyue

Wenli, I'll go and say hi to a friend.

You invited me here

and now you're leaving me alone?

How could you?

A woman with your good looks

will have no lack of dance partners.

I'll be right back.

What?

Are they really your friends?

They look angry.

I'm in a spot of trouble.

It could ruin my reputation.

What is it? Tell me. Maybe I can help you.

Beautiful lady.

May I have the honour of dancing with you?

Wenli, go ahead.

I'll come for you after I settle something.

Be quick. You need to send me home.

Miss, how may I address you?

You can call me Miss Su.

I'm the leader of the band onstage.

Qi Huaimin.

It's a great band. The singer is excellent.

Do you mean Chen Ailian?

She's the star of our band.

Judging from her figure and voice

I suppose she's not from Shanghai.

You have a keen eye, Miss Su.

She's from the north.

A talented singer from Qingdao.

Thanks. Your girlfriend is gorgeous.

Chuyue...

What's wrong, Chuyue?

Chuyue...

What happened?

Help!

Chuyue! Help!

Chuyue.

Get up, Chuyue.

Chuyue!

- Chuyue! -He's dead.

Can someone call the police?

Get Inspector Luo Qiuheng

from the Central Police Station.

- All right. -Chuyue...

Violet Nightclub

Cordon off the entire dance hall.

No one is allowed to leave before we're done.

Yes, sir.

I take my hat off to you.

Are you the Grim Reaper?

Why do I always find you

with a body at your feet?

You show up every time someone dies.

What a coincidence.

Since you're here, I can safely presume

this isn't a natural death.

- It's murder, isn't it? -You've got it.

Feng Chuyue, a reporter of Jinghua Tabloid.

He was murdered.

That third-rate rag which thrives on

celebrity gossip and family feuds

of the rich and famous?

Don't say that.

They are almost as popular as Shanghai News.

Everyone likes a juicy gossip.

Did you see the perpetrator?

No. I was dancing over here

when he collapsed among the crowd.

His dance partner was...

that weeping girl over there.

Pan Zixin

Did you find the murder weapon?

I'm guessing the perpetrator took it.

But I did find this on the deceased.

You rummaged through his pockets?

Do you know I can charge you

with tampering of the dead body?

Inspector Luo, you should be thanking me.

I preserved the crime scene for you.

- Xiao'an! -Yes, sir.

- Keep this as evidence. -Yes.

The killer probably still has

the murder weapon with him.

- Search everyone here. -Yes, sir.

Women too, Inspector?

Search every single person here.

Yes.

Pardon me, miss.

Feng Chuyue, you died so young.

What do I do without you?

I can't live on my own.

Inspector.

Spare the poor chap the awkwardness.

I can do it for him.

Why are you crying over that awful man?

The police are doing their job.

Stay out of it.

Officer.

Obviously my dress is too fitting

to hide anything.

Do you really need to search me?

No, miss...

If you must search me... search me here.

Excuse me, miss.

Since I'm not needed here

please excuse me.

Come in.

What are you doing here?

This is the backstage.

Customers aren't allowed here.

I'm a friend of Mr Qi.

He said I could have a look around.

Make yourself at home then.

Your perfume smells lovely.

And you sing very well.

Thank you.

Do you know Feng Chuyue very well?

I don't know him.

You were talking to his dance partner.

So I thought you knew him.

That man had been hanging around

since we first started performing here

three months ago.

He looked shady.

He even brought that silly woman

with him tonight.

How pedestrian.

"You died so young."

"What do I do without you?"

What should she do?

Why doesn't she drown herself in a puddle

and join him in death then?

- Mr Qi. -Miss Su.

I see that you've met Ailian.

- Yes. -Perfect.

Allow me to introduce you

to the other star of our band.

Wu Wending.

Shanghai's best... no.

Asia's best trumpet player.

It's an honour to meet you, Mr Wu.

You're an exceptional trumpet player.

Even those from New York's Broadway

can't compare.

Thank you, Miss Su.

Miss Su, he's a married man.

I didn't leave Qingdao for Shanghai

for wealth or fame.

I did it to be with Wending.

So you're husband and wife.

What a perfect couple you make.

On and off stage.

Inspector Luo.

The lady dancing with Feng Chuyue

was his fiancée, Pan Zixin.

She said she was enjoying the music

and dancing with her eyes closed

so she didn't see anything.

This is terrible.

Mr Qi.

You're the person in charge of the band.

Did you see anything?

No, I didn't.

I was dancing with Miss Su.

Didn't An Ziyu bring you here?

Where is he now?

He's the type to faint at the sight of blood.

He's probably throwing up in the restroom.

Xiao'an.

- Go and take a look. -OK.

Murder Suspect An Flees Crime Scene

Miss, Mr An Ziyu is wanted by the police.

His photo is on every newspaper.

I remember he came to visit once.

He's your friend, isn't he?

I've known him for years.

He's incapable of murder.

But I don't understand why

he fled the scene through the restroom window.

He fled the scene before we got here.

He's pretty agile.

You can't blame Inspector Luo

for thinking he's the prime suspect.

Inspector Luo?

Was Shen Xiao'an at the crime scene too?

Of course.

He was as perky and alert as ever.

Sit down, Taozi.

I have two movie tickets

for the day after at Cathay Theatre.

It's a movie starring Greta Garbo.

Do you want to go with a friend?

- A friend? -Yes.

A friend like Officer Shen.

B-But how can a girl ask a guy out?

Why can't girls ask guys out?

That's not fair.

Miss Su.

Mrs An called and invited you to go over.

All right.

Time to get up.

Feng Chuyue, 34 years old.

A reporter at Jinghua Tabloid for four years.

He wrote about romantic scandals

celebrity rumours and the like.

He had no lack of enemies

in the entertainment and business industries.

That's how tabloids drum up sales.

He was pretty good at his job.

His kind is never up to any good.

He must've offended many people.

I compiled all the articles he wrote

in the last six months.

Well done. Comb through it.

See if anyone he wrote about

has reason to want him dead.

Yes, sir.

And get me Feng Chuyue's house address.

We need to find the photos he took

that have yet to be published.

His killer might be among them.

Understood.

Send men to keep an eye on An Ziyu's house.

If he should go home, arrest him on sight.

Wait a minute.

I have two movie tickets

for the night after at Cathay Theatre.

Greta Garbo's new film.

Go and ask a girl out.

Which girl?

Are you waiting for her to ask you out?

Just give them to me. Thank you, Inspector.

An Residence

How is Mrs An doing?

Young Master Zixiong is gone

and now Young Master Ziyu is in trouble.

Mrs An is not coping well.

Miss Su, please have a seat.

Mrs An will be with you in a minute.

Sure.

You're going abroad tomorrow.

This scarf will keep you company.

I'll get going now.

Goodbye, Wenli.

Wenli.

- Thanks for coming. -Hello, Aunt An.

Thank you for visiting me.

Here, sit down.

We haven't seen each other in years.

You're getting prettier.

Aunt An, you haven't aged a day.

No, I've gotten old.

This family is falling apart.

My husband left us with a huge debt when he died.

Zixiong died in a fight with Director Liu's son

over a piece of land.

All the compensation from Director Liu

went to paying off the debt and we're broke.

Did Ziyu contact you after what happened?

No, he didn't.

But I know my son. He won't kill anyone.

I agree.

I've already lost a son.

I can't afford to lose another.

So regardless of the cost, please...

Don't worry, Aunt An.

I'll do everything I can to help

even if you hadn't come to me.

Zixiong was my classmate after all.

Thank you, Wenli.

Do you know Feng Chuyue?

The murder victim?

No, I don't.

Has Ziyu mentioned him before?

No.

He often spoke of Mr Jin

but not Feng Chuyue.

They had a heated argument

in the nightclub last night.

But this doesn't mean that Ziyu killed him.

Of course. I don't mean that.

Is there anyone Ziyu is... close with?

He's close to Tu Lianwen.

You can speak to him.

Tu Lianwen?

Is he bespectacled, round-faced

and often in a suit?

Yes... that's him. Do you know him?

No, but I did see him once.

All right. I'll look for him

to see if Ziyu is with him.

Thank you, Wenli...

I'll get going then, Aunt An.

Listen. I need the both of you to help me

find a man called Tu Lianwen.

What does he do and how does he look like?

Do you have his picture?

I've only seen him once.

He's round-faced, bespectacled

and on the plump side.

He's slightly shorter than Tan.

That's all you know?

His name and that he wears glasses?

It won't be easy to find him, Miss Su.

He usually hangs out at bars

nightclubs and opera houses.

An opera house can easily seat a hundred.

Mrs An mentioned that

they were supposed to meet with a Mr Jin today.

We don't know anyone with that surname.

Mr Jin as in Jin Shaoshan.

He's a famous opera singer.

He's in town performing at T'iench'an Theatre.

Well done, Song.

I know I could count on you.

You're much more resourceful than the police.

- Of course. -Let's go.

- I'll be waiting to hear from you. -All right.

Morgue

Feng Chuyue

It's a small wound.

Clean edges with no tearing.

But...

extremely fatal.

Look.

No damage to the surrounding skin.

He was stabbed from the front.

But his fiancée was dancing with him then.

She didn't notice anything.

As for the angle of entry, I believe

it's perpendicular to the skin.

The weapon is something

sharp and strong, like a dagger.

But there weren't any dagger performances

at Violet Nightclub that night.

Hello, gentlemen.

Inspector Luo. Officer Shen.

And...

Dr Han, the medical examiner.

This is Miss Su Wenli.

Hello, Dr Han.

Inspector Luo.

What's going on here?

No one is allowed in here without my permission.

Please leave.

Miss Su Wenli is one of Shanghai's

most famous detectives.

Of course she'd show up here.

Please leave.

You see, Dr Han

An Ziyu's mother has asked me

to look for her son and find the killer.

I have the right to be here.

No, you don't.

But since you helped us at the crime scene

you may stay.

But you can't interrupt our conversation

ask any questions or leak any information

especially to the reporters.

Good girl.

Do me a favour, Han.

Pretend she isn't here. Let's carry on.

As I said, the wound is small with clean edges.

The weapon entered perpendicular to the skin.

The weapon is likely to be a thin blade

or...

a dagger.

But no such weapon was found at the scene.

Could it have been a brooch pin?

Very likely.

Officer Shen.

Did you inspect all the brooches on the scene?

If you must search me... search me here.

I'm done. Thank you.

There were too many ladies there that night.

And given where brooches are usually pinned

I had trouble doing a thorough inspection.

You know what?

I think I'll have trouble

paying out your salary next month.

You're not getting paid.

Let me know if there are any updates.

I repeat myself.

No one is allowed in here without my permission.

Especially women.

Do you hear me, Inspector Luo?

This won't happen again.

An Ziyu is the prime suspect now.

He probably fled the crime scene

with the murder weapon.

What makes him the prime suspect?

We have eyewitnesses saying

he was quarrelling with the victim that night.

Be it over a nightclub hostess or money.

If it were a spat over money

why didn't An Ziyu steal the roll of cash

in Feng Chuyue's pocket?

Maybe because you took it

before he could.

- Is that even possible? -Absolutely.

Fine. Assuming the killer was after money

he ought to have grabbed the money

before I could.

All right. I have to admit

An Ziyu has been strapped for cash.

He even offered to sell his old car to me.

But it's too hasty to conclude that

An Ziyu killed Feng Chuyue over money.

Fine. I agree money might not be the motive

but An Ziyu is still a suspect.

He was detained once.

He was?

Are you saying he has a criminal record?

You sound just like a police officer.

Yes. He was detained for fighting.

But he was released shortly after.

Whom did he fight with?

The deceased, Feng Chuyue.

Are you staying for lunch?

I'm full.

Tu Lianwen

Are you Mr Tu Lianwen?

- Yes. -You have to come with me.

Your house is on fire... hurry.

- Hurry. It's urgent. -Where are we going?

- Get in. -All right...

We'll talk in the car.

This... isn't the way to my house.

Where are we going?

You'll know when we get there.

An Ziyu?

He's not with me.

Weren't the both of you

at Violet Nightclub last night?

I left first.

I went drinking with friends at Dexing Restaurant

and I wasn't home until 2.00am.

I'm still hungover.

That's unfortunate.

Jinghua Tabloid Reporter Murdered

Murder?

Yes.

Do you know what went on between

An Ziyu and Feng Chuyue?

Feng Chuyue?

I don't know him.

I saw the three of you quarrelling last night.

- You're mistaken. -No, I'm not.

You gave Feng Chuyue an angry shove.

If Ziyu hadn't stopped you, you'd have hit him.

Miss Su, you must have

mistaken someone else for me.

Are you saying the man with An Ziyu last night

who looked and dressed just like you

wasn't actually you?

Sorry, I'm busy. I have to go.

I can see your nose growing.

Pinocchio.

Feng Chuyue moved a couple of times.

He wasn't staying at the address

listed with the Population Registry Office.

This is the address I got from his employer.

278 Rue Vouillemont

278 Rue Vouillemont

What is he doing here?

Maybe he's meeting An Ziyu here?

Sheesh, I have to climb in after him.

Inspector.

I bet that's Miss Su Wenli.

Who else can it be? Let's get down.

Invitation from Feng Chuyue

Mr Tu, what are you doing here?

That's mine. Give it back to me.

This is Feng Chuyue's house.

How is this yours?

This is none of your business, woman!

Give it back to me!

Don't move.

Inspector Luo, you came at the right time.

I think I sprained my ankle.

This is private property and you're trespassing.

Don't you know that?

You don't live here, do you?

What are you doing here?

I was passing by

and I noticed one of the windows was open.

So I came in for a look.

And that's trespassing.

Are you an insect now?

Open windows are not an invite for you to enter.

I'm just a hardworking honey bee

who followed this mosquito here.

Mr Tu, let me introduce him.

This is Inspector Luo Qiuheng

from the Central Police Station.

This is Mr Tu Lianwen.

A good friend of An Ziyu.

They had quite an evening with Feng Chuyue

at Violet Nightclub last night.

You left early too?

I thought you would stay for the music.

What were you fighting over?

Who is that?

Bring him back to the police station.

Yes.

Let's go.

Inspector Luo.

I'm still up here.

Aren't you a honey bee?

You can fly out by yourself.

Men are such heartless creatures.

Officer, are you really

charging me with trespassing?

That's what Inspector Luo said.

You moved while I was taking your photo.

We need to take another one.

- You were taking my picture? -Yes.

Take another one. A new one.

- I wasn't ready. -One more...

Let's take one from the front first.

- Are you sure about the pose? -Yes.

Not bad... let's take one more.

Officer Shen, I love taking pictures.

I've always wanted to do it like a model.

I get to fulfil my wish today.

Here. Take my profile.

Sure. I'll take a couple more.

Looking great. Ready?

Ready?

We're almost out of film. Sorry about that.

- We'll continue next time... -Miss Su.

- I brought you food. -Taozi.

You're finally here. I'm starving.

This place is so inhospitable.

Eat while it's still hot.

Cakes, biscuits, fried chicken

and even jellyfish. You're a lifesaver.

Here's a drumstick to thank you

for taking such nice pictures of me.

- I love drumsticks. -I had fun.

Here you go.

I don't eat on the job, Miss Su.

On the job?

All you people do here is take pictures.

- I must refuse... -We're having a break.

Don't eat out here.

I thought you were calling your lawyer.

I didn't commit any crime.

Why should I call my lawyer?

Go on. Let him be.

He's really mad.

Doesn't seem like it to me.

He's scary when he gets mad.

How scary can he get?

He might really charge you.

Take care.

Oh, I remember now.

I sprained my ankle earlier.

Which ankle was it, Officer Shen?

- Right ankle... -My right ankle?

Eat it while it's hot.

Inspector Luo is here. Let's go inside.

OK.

Let's go inside.

Inspector.

I came to ask

if you're really going to charge me.

Sit down.

How's your ankle?

It still hurts a little.

Put it here.

Does it hurt here?

Bear with it.

Try walking on it.

- It doesn't hurt anymore. -Be serious.

Treat your problems seriously.

You have no regard for rules.

I've never been serious my whole life.

Unless you put me in handcuffs.

Keep this up and I will.

Did you make all of this, Miss Taozi?

You don't have to call me Miss Taozi.

Just call me Taozi.

Taozi.

The drumstick is still fresh and crispy.

I love drumsticks. Let me try it.

There's also fish.

I seasoned it with black pepper.

I love black pepper as well.

Really?

Don't choke on the bones.

It's delicious.

Sit down and eat.

I guess I should...

Taozi.

Why don't you...

wait here for Miss Su?

- Sure. -Right.

Have a seat...

I'll dig in now.

I bet this is good.

Let me try this.

Thank you.

- This is for you. -Thank you.

This is my favourite!

Taozi makes the best western desserts.

Have a bite.

How is it?

Not bad.

Slow down. I'm not done with this bite.

Inspector, after this bite

may I look at the pictures in the folder?

I'm dying of curiosity here.

I want to know who's on it.

You've known An Ziyu a long time

but this is probably a revelation to you.

Oh my goodness. I finally understand why

he never found me attractive.

Feng Chuyue snapped compromising photos

for a living.

These were probably taken by him.

I reckoned he blackmailed

the both of them with it.

If that's the case

this makes An Ziyu a suspect.

Tu Lianwen too.

What's the worst-case scenario?

Besides being murder suspects

their reputation would be ruined.

These things do happen in the opera industry.

But given their family backgrounds

their lives would be completely ruined.

Completely ruined? Because of who they love?

This is Shanghai, not Paris, my honey bee.

Shanghai...

Shanghai has the same seedy businesses

that Paris do.

Inspector, may I make one more request?

Go ahead.

I want to talk to Tu Lianwen.

No.

Go ahead.

Oh yes, Miss Taozi.

I have something for tomorrow...

Miss Su is leaving. I need to go too.

You... you're leaving?

I'll get going.

Take care.

Xiao'an!

Yes, Inspector?

Go to Dahua Bank tomorrow morning.

- and do as I've asked. -Sure.

You're eating that too?

Do you have more of that?

No.

- Get me one more! -This is mine!

This is really quite good.

You've docked my pay for two months

and you're after my pudding? In your dreams.

I'm going to hide it.

So sweet.

Don't remain on the wrong path

It's never too late to repent

I'm here to help you.

We were too careless.

We were watching an opera once

and behaved too intimately.

Feng Chuyue noticed it and followed us.

He had blackmailed us

with those photos for months.

He wanted money from the both of us.

Ziyu kept paying him

hoping each time to be the last.

But it never was.

He was even going to sell his car

to buy Feng Chuyue's silence.

Did you give him money that night?

No.

We wanted to put a stop to it.

You couldn't meet Feng Chuyue's demands

so the both of you decided to kill him?

He had us cornered but we didn't kill him.

Do you think...

An Ziyu might have killed him?

I have no idea.

If Ziyu had done it

I'm willing to take the rap for him.

No.

I won't let the guilty go unpunished

or the innocent be wrongly accused.

Please. Don't let the pictures get out.

Or my life will be ruined.

- Good morning, Miss Su. -Morning, Xiao'an.

- Morning, everyone. -Morning, Taozi.

I brought you some palmiers.

Smells great.

I've checked with Tu Lianwen.

They didn't give Feng Chuyue

any money that night.

If the roll of cash I found on Feng Chuyue

didn't come from An Ziyu and Tu Lianwen

then whose was it?

You have no idea just how many people

Feng Chuyue was blackmailing.

Hello, Officer Shen.

What a rare guest.

How may I help you?

We're working on a case and we need to see

Feng Chuyue's banking transactions.

No problem.

Dahua Bank

Account Holder: Feng Chuyue

According to the bank statement

Xiao'an got from Dahua Bank

quite a number of deposits have been made

into Feng Chuyue's account.

An Manrong

Mrs An? An Ziyu's mother?

For the past two years

Mrs An had been depositing money

into Feng Chuyue's account monthly.

Was she paying him off for An Ziyu?

But why didn't she tell me about this?

Perhaps he didn't just blackmail An Ziyu

but Mrs An as well.

Mrs An didn't want to tarnish the family name

so she had been paying him off.

The things parents do for their children.

Did she stop paying him?

Is that why An Ziyu tried to sell his car

and ended up killing Feng Chuyue?

If I had known this would happen

I'd have bought the car from him.

Taozi, let's go.

We'll bring cakes for Inspector Luo tomorrow.

Sure.

I called Song and Tan.

- They'll be here shortly. -All right.

Taozi, I have an important task for you.

Do I have to feign pregnancy again?

I don't think I'm up to it.

Of course not.

You should only get pregnant

after your wedding night.

I found this in Feng Chuyue's house.

It's an invitation

to his engagement party with Pan Zixin.

But it was in his wastepaper bin.

Don't you think that's odd?

Go to this restaurant

and find out what happened.

Big Fortune Restaurant at Zhaojia Road.

I'll go there right away.

After you're done, meet me at An Ziyu's house.

OK.

How is it?

I haven't had any.

- Have one. -I wasn't asking about this.

I mean, how's the girl?

She's great. She's a Buddhist.

How did you know?

She said she couldn't have any meat today

because it's the 15th of the lunar month

Isn't that a good thing?

- It's fine. -She sounds nice.

Yes.

I haven't even had a bite.

Fine, dock my pay.

Why don't you take the lid too?

It's probably nothing, but do stay alert.

I will.

I do know Feng Chuyue.

He was my old neighbour's relative.

He told me he had the contacts

to import popular products

from Hong Kong and Nanyang.

We could sell them for thrice the price here.

But he turned out to be a swindler

so I stopped doing business with him.

That was two years ago.

Since you stopped

doing business with him two years ago

why have you been making regular deposits

into his bank account?

It's more consistent than running a business.

Also, you seem unfazed by his death.

I don't appreciate

the tone you're taking with me.

Well, I don't appreciate

you hiding things from me.

I'm trying to help your son here.