Wushu Warrior

Ah!

Go!

I would hazard our friends,

the Hong merchants,

are prospering under your able governorship,

my friend?

-They grow rich and show their appreciation.

But there is one last fly that buzzes around my face.

Reverend Elders grows too bold.

-He'll be dealt with before the next shipment arrives.

Ah!

Oh, the lovely Priscilla!

-Forgive the intrusion, Father. I just wanted

to bid you goodnight.

-That's my girl. Now to bed.

The Governor and I have dreary business to discuss.

Goodnight.

Sleep well, my darling.

Dream beautiful dreams.

Ah, Reverend Elders!

Speak of the devil.

Your Lordship.

I must appeal to you. This must stop.

Smuggling opium,

kidnapping villagers for transport to forced labour...

We're doing nothing wrong.

In fact, under the Treaty of Lorcha, it's entirely legal.

-I know you're selling British Army rifles

to the Hong merchants.

Now, that is a serious charge.

My only consolation

is the knowledge that tonight's opium shipment

lies at the bottom of the harbour.

He is setting up

his own private army.

A detail we don't need public.

I shall see to it

that every MP and every newspaper

here and in England

knows the true story.

-I'm afraid you won't, Reverend.

We can't have Heaven interfering

with our earthly plans.

Business will go on.

You, unfortunately,

will not.

Wait.

Before you die,

let me assure you

that I am not without feeling.

I would not send you from this world alone.

Your son...

will follow you tonight.

This is the third such ambush in as many months.

Opium is the currency of our business,

and I will tolerate no more meddling in my affairs.

Come here.

Chu-Shu, keep an eye on him.

Chu-Shu, go and get Chen. Quickly!

There, quickly.

What's happening?

-Stay here no matter what. Promise?

Promise.

The boy, where is he?

-He isn't here. He's staying with a friend.

-You think you can fool me, woman?

I'll ask you once more.

Where's the boy?

He's away.

Where's the boy? Speak!

He's away!

-Tell me! Where is he?

Ah! You have spirit.

It will be useful in the next world!

Who's there?

-Come! Governor Fung will want to hear of this.

Throw him with the others.

It's me they wanted!

I should have done something.

-There was nothing you could do.

Now come. We cannot stay here.

Father! Where is Father?

-They are going to pay for this!

They must have found out about Elders!

We have to get his son far away as possible!

Lindsey is too well-connected.

There is nowhere the child can hide, not safely.

-Then what are we to do with him?

-We'll take him to Xidong Village.

Uncle Pei will know what to do.

Where am I?

: Grey one?

Wort whistle.

Pink one?

Belladonna.

Black one?

-Cloud Shade. -Yay!

Good, good, good.

If Chen wishes this,

then I will certainly do it.

I think Chen completely wrong.

Let the foreigners kill each other!

It will save us the trouble.

-Tell him that I will do as he wishes.

You look like a cross between a peacock and a swan.

What am I to call you?

My name is Jonathan.

Terrible things happened.

And I don't know what happened to my father.

Your father is dead.

I'm sorry.

First, you mourn.

Then we'll see...

what place we can find for you...

in this world.

That is your job, not mine.

-I too busy! To fit in, you have to do a lot!

No.

Did you say no?

Hey, cut it out!

Yeah? Why should I?

Hmm!

-You are a disgrace to our village!

Go play with your foreign devil!

-Are you all right? -I'm fine.

What was that? It was incredible.

It's called Wushu;

it's a martial art.

-How do you know English? -Uncle Pei teaches us.

He says the way to know how your enemy thinks

is to learn the way they speak.

-Why didn't anyone tell me before?

You're still an outsider here.

You don't fit in.

-I don't think you are here for an English lesson.

I want to learn Wushu.

You think...

you can master the art of ages?

-Yes. I'll give you everything I have.

-We have never shared our ways with a foreigner before.

But I will teach you.

Within you, there is a dragon.

Come.

Try and hit me.

You must learn to do what I ask,

without questions.

Try.

Put something into it!

But there is one condition.

Anything.

This must be our secret.

Tell no one what we are doing.

You are doing well...

for a foreigner.

Ah!

I see Uncle Pei has been teaching you some tricks.

-He knows many things besides English.

-I never thought I would see this.

It's nice.

-Never assume you have the upper hand, my darling.

Yes, Pa.

-Mistress, your plant-studies instructor is waiting.

Off you go.

Of course, Papa.

You must empty yourself,

become one with everything.

I'm trying.

That's your trouble.

You must let the dragon be you.

Wushu is a meditation.

It's not made for hate or revenge.

-They killed my father and Ding.

You must let it go.

The past is the past.

Seek inside,

and never let your feelings rule your actions, ever!

Our little lost English boy

has become a strong young man.

-But he's half of what he was meant to be.

Wushu is for the Chinese.

It can never be understood by outsiders.

Leave us, young friend.

We have business to discuss.

The Hong merchants are gathering.

The shipment must have arrived.

-The roads are all watched. How could it happen?

The English know many tactics.

They surely know just what strings to pull on.

We have to find out

where they are taking the opium.

-I can get the information for you.

For once, being a foreigner is good.

I can move through the British concession unnoticed.

This is my fight, too.

Perhaps it is time.

-I am honoured you have interest in my store.

These are the things I need.

-These creatures only love their weakness.

Where do they go?

What do they see?