Shanghai Page #3

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Why didn't you tell Anthony?

I wasn't quite sure what to tell him.

Does Anthony know you're working for the resistance?

I'd never do anything to hurt him.

Your friends didn't seem quite so discriminating.

They murdered several men in cold blood.

Did you know one of the gunmen survived?

What will you do if he talks?

Maybe I can help you.

Every time you've come to me for help

I've done what you asked.

I'm doing everything I can to find her.

You said you could handle this.

You walk into my house

and give me orders in front of my own men?

What does Tanaka want from you?

He thinks the resistance is close to me.

How could he think that?

Tanaka has one of the gunmen

and is beating him for information.

Who knows what lies he is saying?

I give Tanaka everything

and he humiliates me in return.

Forgive us for speaking Chinese.

How do you like the food?

It's sensational.

In fact, it reminds me...just how bad the food

is at the Casanova.

The Casanova?

That's my local restaurant. I go there for the waiters.

I dine alone each night,

and yet they insist on setting two places.

I'm supposed to meet a friend at the Cathay later.

I can give you a lift back into town.

That'd be very kind. Thank you.

You can't go into town tonight, darling.

It's too dangerous after what happened.

I don't know how to reach her.

I'm happy to pass a message to her if you like,

Mrs. Lan-Ting.

It's no problem at all, the Cathay's on my way.

I can stop in.

I hope I can see you soon.

I look forward to that, Anthony.

Thank you for saving his life.

Chip request.

Where are we going?

Hurry! We're getting out of here.

Please don't kill me.

Drive!

The Japanese will be here soon!

It seemed Anna wasn't worried about the Japanese

coming after her.

She was worried they'd find whoever was

hiding under that hood.

She better be here as you say!

This is the place. She's here!

We don't have time for games!

I don't understand.

They must have moved her! Captain!

She was here. I swear! Captain! Please believe me.

Please, Captain!

I'll find her for you.

I trust your message was delivered.

I'm grateful for what you did.

Does that entitle me to a few more answers?

No.

I've been doing some homework on you.

I read your stories about the war in Europe.

You write well.

Thank you.

But you don't seem to believe in much.

The story you should be writing

is what the Japanese are doing in Shanghai.

The Japanese murdered thousands

of people in Nanjing.

And soon, they'll do the same thing here.

That's why we are fighting.

You find this amusing?

No, no. It's just that you just remind me

of a friend of mine.

In what way?

The way you argue.

He was a force of nature.

He'd come at you from all sides

until you surrendered.

So I should be writing about Captain Tanaka?

He usually has a hand in everything

that happens in Shanghai.

Was he head of Shanghai Intelligence

when your father was killed?

I did a little homework of my own.

Sounds like he was a remarkable man.

It must have taken a lot of courage

to speak out against Japanese atrocities in Nanjing.

He just cared deeply about this country.

Anthony loves American jazz.

Are you still in love with him?

I wouldn't be with him if I wasn't.

I only ask because you seem to be

on your own a lot.

I'll take this.

Our informants haven't found

any information on the Japanese girl

who betrayed Conner.

What about the men saluting Tanaka?

Well, they're officers from the aircraft carrier Kaga.

The Kaga?

We checked it out.

They were in Shanghai last month for R&R.

There's nothing secret about it.

Look, Tanaka is in charge of security

for visiting personnel.

He's probably just telling them what bars

they can and can't go to.

Conner wouldn't have taken pictures

of it if it wasn't important.

He was interested in Tanaka for a reason.

Paul, I know you don't want to hear this,

But this profession catches up with all of us.

Maybe Conner made the wrong call.

He didn't make mistakes like this, Richard.

You know, the first article I ever wrote

for the Herald was about your mother.

The Garbo of Shanghai, I called her.

Well, perhaps I'll have to dream up

a name for you, too.

Just finishing up some work back here, sir.

Why don't you wait in my office?

She's a friend of the family.

I'm helping her with her passport application.

I understand. I'll just finish up.

So if you'll just-- Yes.

Lock up when you go.

I needed to see Shanghai through Conner's eyes.

The only port in the world

that would take in 20,000 Jews on the run from Hitler...

...as the Japanese and the Chinese were

engaged in street warfare.

Dead bodies piled up.

Westerners walked over them and

went about their business.

To survive Shanghai, you needed to

understand her contradictions.

I showed these to the ambassador.

He doesn't think they warrant any form of protest.

"Having analyzed these photographs

I conclude that the SS methods...

...for pacifying an occupied country

are exceedingly simple.

Families are picked at random...

...taken to a place of execution

and then forced to dig their own graves.

And if they happen to be Jewish...

...then the children are shot in front

of their parents first."

You gonna beat the German army on your own?

Forget the Germans. We've already lost in Europe.

No, I'm talking about the Far East.

The Far East, that's where the next battleground is.

Now, if we wanna beat them

We're gonna have to sink to their level.

Do whatever's necessary and if our superiors don't like it,

then they don't have to know.

These sons of b*tches have opened my eyes.

There's a lady to see you, sir, in the lobby.

Why didn't Karl take you with him?

What would I do in Tokyo?

Drink tea with the wives,

try to understand their English?

I wish you'd told me you were coming.

I would have cancelled my dinner plans.

Thank you.

What's this?

It's not what you think it is.

Of course it is.

No.

I've put Karl through hell these past weeks.

Men always seem to notice when you're not in love

with them any more.

And he's been so preoccupied with his work.

A bad day at the office doesn't justify that.

It wasn't a bad day.

We've had the Japanese stay at our house ever

since we arrived.

They've been drinking our champagne, eating our caviar

and no word of thanks.

Why doesn't Karl say something?

He has to be nice to them.

Our navy sold them something that doesn't work...

...and now he has to fix it.

I didn't realize he was a naval engineer.

Can we please stop talking about him?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...

...about where to take you for dinner.

I thought you had plans.

Well, something came up.

It's them!

Drive on.

Fireworks.

There's this lovely little bar I know on the Rue Lafayette.

I thought we'd go there for a nightcap...

...and then back to your place.

What?

I have staff.

Smuggle me past your staff.

Hello, Mr. Soames.

Mrs. Lan-Ting. How are you?

Very well, thank you.

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