Detective Chinatown 1900 (唐探1900)

He's welcoming you.

Classic Chinese hospitality.

Is this gold?

Of course.

This temple was originally built during the Yongjia era of the Western Jin dynasty

and later renovated during the Tang, Liao, and Jin dynasties.

I like it.

This is for you.

Only one?

All of them, of course.

Fools.

Go!

Filthy beggars.

Back to the palace!

I had convinced the consuls of Britain, America,

Germany, France, Russia, Italy, Japan, and Austria-Hungary

to cease further involvement in the Boxer Rebellion.

Empress Dowager, rest assured.

Very well.

The rebels of the Revive China Society, Sun Yat-sen and Zheng Shiliang,

having failed in the Guangzhou affair are now hiding in America,

assembling firearms for a larger rebellion.

Internal stability must come before dealing with external threats.

I believe we must take the initiative and capture

both Sun Yat-sen and Zheng Shiliang.

I have one person in mind for the job,

Fei Yanggu, the Captain of the Imperial Guards.

He is well-versed in both literature and combat.

He has a dignified bearing and immaculate appearance.

He's a master at throwing daggers and fluent in English.

He's waiting outside.

- Summon him. - Summon him!

Your humble servant, Fei Yanggu, bows before Your Majesty.

Travel to America

and bring back those traitors.

Eliminate those pests

and you will help ensure

the lasting prosperity of the Great Qing.

Yes, Your Majesty.

CHINATOWN FIGHTS AGAINST THE ANTI-CHINESE EXCLUSION BILL

What is a genius?

A natural talent.

By five, I had mastered music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,

read all the classics, and could easily recite Tang and Song poetry.

At seven, I studied medicine, the family trade.

By nine, I treated patients.

People called me a prodigy.

At 11, Lord Yung Wing sent me to America as one of the first Chinese students

to help revive China because of my remarkable talents.

So, Mr. Prodigy…

Genius.

Mr. Genius.

How exactly did my father die?

I have to think about it.

- The pills! - The pills？

The victim died from heavy drinking

combined with a large dose of chloral hydrate,

which caused respiratory failure.

Who's responsible for his meal?

- He is. - He is.

He's the murderer.

Isn't that a bit hasty？

What a luxury room.

There's an ice box.

You knew the victim's habits, so you laced the ice with chloral hydrate.

Whiskey on rock,

a nail in the coffin.

There's still some melted ice water.

Let's test it.

Tie him up!

Money!

Easy-peasy.

It's me.

What are you babbling about, you banana man?

I am Sherlock Holmes.

You?

Last name, Qin. Given name, Fu. Courtesy name, Olmes.

Fu-Olmes sounds like Holmes.

- I thought it would be a white man. - I am. Can't you tell?

Is he?

Whatever. Take his words then.

Mr. Detective, this way, please. Come on!

- So this is San Francisco! - Yes.

What's the case?

"Jack the Ripper"?

Wasn't he in England? How did he end up in America?

Shut up.

Shut up.

- Run! - Who is Bai?

Run!

Run!

- Big commotion in San Francisco, isn't it? - Haven't you read the papers lately?

- It's shocking news in America. - I just got here.

Jack the Ripper vanished over a decade ago! Since when is he Chinese?

Three days ago, two Chinese people wandering behind the theater

found two bodies.

A white girl named Alice and an old Native American man called Six-Hands.

The woman was cut open. Her organs were removed.

The old man's throat was slit, blood sprayed across the ground.

The next morning, the San Francisco Times received a letter.

It was from Jack the Ripper.

There's only one line.

"Very delicious…

Are you ready, girls?"

"Very delicious"? What does that mean?

The worst part is, Alice's father's a Republican senator.

- Grant. - He's running for mayor.

The white community won't let this slide.

And Six-Hands is the chief of the Navajo tribe.

The Natives will not let this go either.

It's getting more chaotic out there lately.

Our people dare not leave Chinatown.

Even Chinatown might soon be in danger.

What should we do?

Who exactly is this Jack the Ripper?

Hip Sing Tong. Ring a bell?

Who does not know the biggest Chinese gang in America?

Jack… Bai…

Are you saying it's Bai Xuanling, the boss of HST?

It's his son, Bai Zhenbang.

How sick are gangsters nowadays?

As if gambling, drugs, pimping, looting, and kidnapping weren't enough.

Are they into cannibalism now?

So embarrassing.

All right, enough about them.

- Let's talk about our case. - We just did.

Did what?

We've told you everything.

Our boss will tell you the rest.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father.

- Why did you burn him? - He was starting to stink.

No, I don't believe Father is dead.

He's gone.

And…

stinks too.

I will avenge him!

Ghost.

Go ask Pearl. Go on.

Pearl,

who killed Father?

Go where the Easterners gather.

The first person you bumped into

will answer you.

Use the gift granted

by the Kachina

to find the justice you seek.

HIP SING TONG

Here in America, Buddha, General Guan, and Jesus all work.

You…

must be Detective Fu, right?

Such a majestic young hero.

I am Bai Xuanling. You can call me Louis.

Master Bai,

nice to finally meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Coming to America alone, empty-handed,

building an empire in 40 years,

helping all Chinese in America through Hip Sing Tong.

You're truly our hero.

Every Chinese knows your name.

Brother, you're too kind.

You don't mind if I call you "Brother," right?

Big Brother.

What you said wasn't entirely accurate.

I didn't come alone.

In the third year of Xianfeng, 1854,

I set off with seven fellow villagers from Siyi.

We traveled from Guangzhou to Hong Kong,

then went on a ferry ride for three months

before we reached San Francisco, the Gold Mountain.

Two of us died of illness on the way.

This is a photo taken by a British journalist back then.

- Which one is you? - I'm not in this picture.

I hung up these photos as a constant reminder to myself.

So I'll never forget where I came from.

Later, I opened a restaurant,

then a laundry,

a pawnshop, and finally, a factory.

I kept going against all odds.

Even against the Americans, Italians,

and Irish.

I made it to where I am today.

Out of seven, I was the survivor.

My success was built on two things.

Versatility and righteousness.

Amitabha

and hallelujah.

I've learned a lot from your words.

If you don't mind, please take me as your disciple.

From just a brother to a disciple?

You're being too much.

Not at all.

Once a teacher, always a father.

From now on, you're my godfather.

Godfather.

Hey! You!

All right!