-~~[Drum Reverberating, Gongs Jangling] -[People Chattering]
~~[Drumbeats Continue]
[ Men Chattering in Chinese ]
[Loud Explosions]
[Chattering, Chinese]
[Speaking in Chinese]
[ Chinese ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Beeping Continues ]
[Scraping]
[Low Roaring]
Somebody in here?
-[Gasps] -[Tapping On Door]
Holy Moses.
[Tapping Continues]
[ Screaming ]
X-Files Season 3 Episode 19 - Hell Money
What a way to go.
Have you seen this M.O. before, Detective?
- Men cremated alive? - Yeah.
- Third time this year. - Eleventh time, actually.
There were three in Seattle, three in Los Angeles and two in Boston.
All Chinese men between the ages of20 and 40.
All recent immigrants.
We weren't able to determine any of that until just recently.
The other two bodies were much more badly burned.
- We got lucky with this one. - Lucky?
That's an interesting word for it.
[ Tapping Glass Eye ]
Got any leads on this case, Detective? Any thoughts or ideas?
We've got a big influx of immigrants from Hong Kong...
trying to get out before 1 997.
And we've seen stepped up gang activity in the Chinese community...
but so far we can't tie these deaths to anyone or anything.
[Mulder] You got anybody that can read or speak Chinese?
Yeah. Glen Chao. He's right over there. Why?
Get him. I want to see if he can read this.
Sure. Glen.
One second.
Detective Chao. Glen Chao, Agent Mulder.
- Hi. What’ve you got? - Hi.
There's something written up here. I was wondering if you could read it.
Yeah. It says, "Gui."
- It means "ghost." - Ghost?
Does that mean anything to you?
I don't know, but it's something strange for a man...
being burned alive to write, don’t you think?
Yeah.
What's this?
Anybody recognize this?
- Looks like some kind of foreign currency. - It's called " Hell Money."
It's used as an offering during the Chinese Festival of the Hungry Ghosts.
- Is it worth anything? - It's not money, per se.
It's a symbolic offering to the evil spirits and the ghosts. For good luck.
Where would I get this " Hell Money?"
Well, there aren't a whole lot of places in Chinatown that sell it.
That's good. Maybe we just found a way to identify the body.
His name is Johnny Lo. He moved here about six months ago from Canton.
He's still in the I.N.S. application process.
He was a dishwasher in Chinatown.
How many dishes do you have to break before your boss tosses you in an oven?
I think it's pretty clear this is some kind of...
a horrific cult or gang retribution killing.
Why would he write the character for ghost...
- on the inside of the crematory oven? - I don't know.
What about the guard seeing three figures that seemed to vanish without a trace?
- So now we're chasing ghosts? - Who you gonna call?
Ghosts or ancestral spirits have been central...
to Chinese spiritual life for centuries.
So you’re saying the ancestral spirits...
pushed Johnny Lo into the oven and turned on the gas?
That would sure teach him to respect his elders.
I checked all the neighboring buildings.
Nobody saw or heard a thing. Not surprisingly.
- What does it say? - I don't recognize that.
- It could be idiomatic. Some kind of code. - It's still tacky.
- Can you copy it down for me? - Yeah, sure.
Talk about "tacky."
Someone's been here. This place has been cleaned out. Look at this.
[ Sniffs ] What's that smell?
Maybe it’s this new carpet.
Yeah, that's what it looks like.
What slumlord would spring for a new carpet in a dump like this?
Looks like they saved some money on carpet tacks...
and didn't even bother replacing the old padding.
- What this? - Chinese herbal medicine.
- What about this? - It's a dried frog.
I think they're sometimes used as charms.
Good health, prosperity, protection.
Looks like Mr. Lo could've used a little of both.
Let’s get this blood tested.
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Men Speaking Chinese ]
[People Chattering]
[ Chattering Continues ]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Chattering Subsides ]
[Oohs And Ahs]
[ Chattering Resumes ]
[ Crowd Quiets ]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[Tiles Clattering]
- Li Oi-Huan! -[Crowd Exclaims]
[Crowd Murmuring]
[Shouting, Chattering Resume]
- [ Chinese ] - [Crowd Exclaims, Groans]
I couldn't tell you what any one of these things are.
Well, they're roots mostly, like ginseng, turmeric.
Then you got your more exotic stuff-- bear gall bladder, snake, shark fin--
usually prepared in a soup or a tea.
What had the victim been using?
[ Speaking in Chinese ]
[ Chinese ]
She says that it's skullcap root and Chinese angelica. They're used for painkillers.
Does she remember Johnny Lo or remember selling it to him?
[ Chinese ]
Ask her if she knows he's dead.
[ Speaking Chinese ]
Ask her if she recognizes those characters that were painted on his door.
[ Chinese ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chinese ]
What was that about?
She says that the house was branded the Tsang Fang.
- A haunted house. - Haunted?
- You mean by ghosts? - Yeah.
It's hard to give it an exact translation...
but it’s what I was telling you about before.
The Chinese Yu Lan Hui--
The Festival of the Hungry Ghosts.
[Chao] You see, on the 15th day of the seventh moon...
in the Chinese calendar...
it’s believed the gates of hell are opened...
and the ghosts of unwanted souls roam the earth.
Now, believers protect themselves by leaving gifts of food...
and "Hell Money” outside their homes to appease the ghosts...
to keep them from coming inside and causing trouble.
But for some spirits, the ghosts most feared by the Chinese...
there's no buying them off.
- The Preta, the ancient ghost of a murdered man... -[Heart Beating]
who wanders the earth exacting his revenge on the living...
or the Wu Chang Keui...
who collects the souls of doomed men and drags them down to...
Ti Yu--
to the Chinese hell.
[ Mulder] Think these murders could be related?
Well, it makes sense. This year's festival is just about over.
What about you, Detective? Do you believe in Yu Lan Hui?
I find it hard to argue with 2,000 years of Chinese belief...
the stuff my parents and grandparents believe in.
But the truth is, I'm more haunted by the size of my mortgage payments.
Hey! What are you doin'?
[Detective] The night patrol man described three men...
wearing the same masks as the ones I.D.'ed at the crematory.
- What were they doing here? - We don't know exactly.
They were spotted around this grave over here...
but we can't figure out exactly what they were up to.
Is this a newly-dug plot?
Yeah, there's a burial here at noon tomorrow.
- Chinese? - I don't know. We can check.
Chao, see if you can get the name of the future occupant here.
I still don't understand what anybody would want with an empty grave.
What the hell's he doing?
Something just occurred to me.
It looks like somebody was trying to get two burials for the price of one.
What did you find?
A lot. And I haven't even finished my preliminary visual exam.
Look at this.
This guy’s like a jigsaw puzzle. These are all surgical incisions.
And judging by the color of the scars, I'd say...
they were all made within the last year.
- What was wrong with him? - If you ask me, nothing.
" Nothing"? What do you mean?
Do you know how much the human body is worth, Mulder?
Depends on the body.
- I don't know, a few bucks. How much? - It's worth a fortune.
You're saying this guy was selling his body parts for money?
A kidney, a portion of the liver, a cornea, bone marrow--
A person can lose these things and live to cash his Social Security checks.
He won't be cashing any Social Security checks any time soon.
No, but if I'm right...
this is one man who left his heart in San Francisco.
Scully, even if you’re right, it doesn't figure.
There's no long-term business sense to dying.
And what connection does this have to the crematory deaths?
We only saw one body, but the only thing that wasn't burned to a delicate crisp...
on Johnny Lo was his glass eye.
[ Gasps ]
- [ Squishing ] - Oh, God.
[ Chattering ]
- [ Speaking Chinese ] -[Chattering]
[ Crowd Clamoring ]
-[Tiles Clattering] -[Clamoring Continues]
[Crowd Quiets]
[Clamoring Resumes]
- [ Shouts in Chinese ] -[Crowd Exclaims]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
- What's this? - Maybe you can tell us.
It was found in the body cavity of the man who was dumped in the grave.
- This? - You said the frog was the symbol of luck and prosperity.
Unless this is somebody's sick joke, I'd say it must have another meaning.
Well, if it does, I don't know what it is.
I mean, it could be some kind of triad symbol, something from organized crime.
Well, maybe you can tell me this.
Have you heard any word on the street about a black-market selling of body parts?
What? Here in Chinatown?
This man with a frog in his chest was missing a cornea and a kidney.
They were taken prior to the time of death...
before the final removal of his heart...
and I found what is known as sterile ice...
on the skin in and around the incision on his chest.
It is a substance used to preserve human organs for transplant.
[ Chuckles ] I don't even know where to start.
Well, we're going to need more help from you than that, Detective.
The implication being that I'm not trying to help.
- No. - Either you resent us being here...
or you feel some kind of protectiveness towards the Chinese community.
Look, you don't even know what the hell you're dealing with here.
This isn't some pretty little lacquer box...
you can just take the lid off and find out what's inside.
You might see the face of a Chinese man here...
but let me tell you something, they don't see the same face.
They see the face of a cop. American-born Chinese. A.B. C.
To them, I'm just as white as you are.
You think because I can speak the language, I can get all your answers for you.
But what good is an interpreter when everyone speaks the language of silence?
- What's this? - It's the name of the company...
that installed the carpet in Johnny Lo's apartment.
I just happened to run across it while I was sitting there twiddling my thumbs.
You coming or not?
[ Speaking Chinese ]
I'm Detective Chao with the San Francisco Police. Could we have a word with you?
- I'm late for work. - It’ll only take minute.
Could we come in, please?
[Door Chain Clattering]
Mr. Hsin, could I ask what happened to your eye?
Accident at work. Carpet tack.
How long have you lived in this country, Mr. Hsin?
- Three years. - You live here alone?
-[Woman Calls Out In Chinese] - My daughter.
Mr. Hsin, you laid a carpet in an apartment...
that was occupied by a man named Johnny Lo.
I don't know the name.
The-- The man I work for tells me address only.
Well, we contacted the man that you work for.
He said that it must have been a job you took on the side.
He has no record of a work order.
[Hsin] What was the name of the man who lived at this apartment?
His name was Johnny Lo. He's dead now. Murdered.
And we think that the carpet was laid in an attempt to cover up evidence.
[Scully] Your employer said you usually work as an apprentice.
[ Speaking Chinese ]
Do you remember who called you about the job?
- I don't know any of this. - Thank you, Mr. Hsin.
If we need you, we'll get back to you. Thank you.
[ Speaking Chinese ]
- What's up? - [ Chao, Hsin Speaking Chinese ]
I'll tell you in a second.
[Chinese Continues]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
- What was that about? - He has the back window blocked up.
Told him it was a firetrap.
Do you know what this is?
- No. - Do you know what it says?
It's the character for wood.
- Wood? - Yeah. Why? What are you thinkin'?
That this guy didn't have an accident at work.
He's missing his eye, and I'd like to know how he lost it.
I say we monitor Hsin's every movement.
I doubt they're to the ophthalmologist, though.
[ Sobbing ]
[Keys Jingling, Lock Clicks]
[Men Shouting in Chinese]
- [ Clears Throat ] - Look like you just saw a ghost.
I'm just a little tired and jumpy.
One more string of firecrackers goes off...
I'm gonna get out of the car and shoot somebody.
- He hasn't left his apartment has he? - No, and I'm glad you're here.
I was about to go ask Mr. Hsin if I could use his bathroom.
Well, you can use the one down at St. Francis's Hospital.
- What do you mean? - Detective Chao was attacked in his town house tonight.
I just talked to Lieutenant Neary.
- He says he's cut up pretty bad. - Who cut him?
I don't know, but we should check it out.
[Chattering]
[Knocking]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Door Creaking ]
- How is he? - He's gone.
- I got down to see him. He's not in his bed. - Did anybody see him get up?
The nurse said they just finished sewing him up.
He went to the bathroom. That's the last anybody saw of him.
Why would he just take off?
- Could I see his chart? Yeah. - His chart?
Sure. I guess.
You want to see what his injuries were?
- I want to see what his blood type was. - His blood type?
- Why would he run? - You think Chao's involved?
Maybe all this heel dragging is a diversion. That ghost story is a ruse.
What was the hemo type of the blood we found on the carpet padding?
- Thank you. - Uh, O negative.
Glenn Chao: O negative. Well, that's a coincidence.
Wait a minute. What are you saying?
That the blood that we found on the carpet padding...
in the victim's apartment was Detective Chao's.
And I'd be willing to bet that he's the one that asked for it to be installed.
- Mr. Hsin. - Yeah, that conversation wasn't about any firetrap.
We're looking for Mr. Hsin. Is he home?
No, I'm sorry.
- Are you his daughter? - Yes.
May we talk to you?
[ Mulder] What's your father involved in, Kim?
Oh, I don't know.
He goes out. I know he does for me--
because of me.
You're sick, aren’t you?
Uh, I was diagnosed with...
acute lymphocytic leukemia six months ago.
That's a treatable form of cancer.
We have no money or insurance...
and now I fear that my father...
has done something illegal--
that he made mistake and something bad is coming.
Who are these men that come to visit your father?
Oh, I don't know them.
I just know my father say he want out.
He want out, but of what I don't know.
- Do you know what this is? - No.
Do you know what it says?
I found it over there by the TV before.
It is, uh, the symbol for wood.
But in Chinese it also correspond to the eye.
Like fire to the heart and earth to the flesh.
This is a human leukocyte workup.
Was your father rejected as a bone marrow donor?
Yes, several month ago.
This is from the Organ Procurement Organization.
It's dated only a month ago.
Your father had an H.L.A., but he also had his kidneys measured, his liver--
They're playing some kind of game.
[Clamoring]
[Men Chattering, Shouting in Chinese]
[Knocking]
- Agents Mulder and Scully. - Thanks. We need some information.
- We need it as soon as possible. - What kind of information?
You had a man come in here named Shuyang Hsin.
- He had an H.L.A. workup and-- - I-l think I may know what this is about.
- What? - We've seen a number of Asian men...
come in for typing and antigen workups...
but when we find a compatible recipient for them...
their doctor says they've left the area or disappeared.
Do you have a name or phone number for this doctor?
[ Chattering, Shouting ]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
- [ Chinese ] - [Clamoring]
[Mulder] 31 1 Porter, right?
Yeah, that's where the doctor's phone is registered.
Hey, Scully. Look who’s here.
This must be the place after all.
[Clamoring, Shouting in Chinese]
[Onlookers Chanting in Chinese]
[Tiles Rattling]
- [ Calls Out in Chinese ] - [ Crowd Groans ]
[ Chinese ]
[Tools Clicking, Lock Clicking]
[ Mulder] It's definitely not Chinese food I'm smelling.
[ Sniffs ] Smells like rubbing alcohol.
Or sterile ice.
What's this?
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Loud Chattering ]
[ Shouting ]
- What is that? - Sounds like it's coming from upstairs.
[ Croaks ]
[ Man Speaking in Chinese ]
[Shouting Continues]
[ Angry Shouting in Chinese ]
[ Banging ]
[Gun Cocks]
[ Grunts ]
Chao, hands in the air!
Hands in the air!
He's still alive.
- What did he say? -[Handcuffs Rattling]
He said... the game's not over.
My people live with ghosts--
the ghosts of our fathers...
and our fathers' fathers.
They call to us from distant memory...
showing us the path.
[Scully] No ghosts called to those men.
You did, by preying on their hopelessness and their desperation.
Yes. They were desperate.
just as I was desperate when I first came to this country.
But l... committed no crime.
You cheated them out of life...
by promising them prosperity when the only possible reward was death.
In my belief, death is nothing to be feared.
It's merely a stage of transition.
But life without hope, hmph, now that's living hell.
So-- Hope was my gift to these men.
[ Disgusted Sigh ]
I don't expect you to understand.
I understand this.
You are going to prison for a very long time.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I just got back from St. Francis Hospital.
- Hsin's still in intensive care. - What about his daughter?
I checked with the donor procurement organization.
- She's been put on the recipient list. - That's great.
- Yeah. - What's wrong?
It's our case against this guy.
We've had our task force interviewing everybody we busted at the gaming parlor that night.
- And? - They put up a wall of silence.
They all claim to be members of some social club, that they saw nothing.
Well, what about Chao? His testimony would be enough to lock this guy up.
- We can't find him. - He was to testify before a grand jury this morning.
When he didn't show, they went to his home.
He's vanished... like a ghost.
Subtitles by: syafiQ a.k.a basikalbaru
[Child] I made this!