[English subtitles are available.]
Winter Begonia
Episode 14
I want one ticket.
Thanks. Thanks.
One ticket, please.
One ticket.
[Tickets have been sold out]
No! No!
I want one!
I want to buy tickets!
-Mr. Cheng. -Mr. Cheng.
Hi, Mr. Cheng.
Mr. Cheng.
You are handsome today.
I’m handsome as ever.
Where is Mr. Shang?
Still inside?
Mr. Cheng.
Please wait outside.
He’s rehearsing the opera.
Don’t interrupt him.
You know.
What is he thinking about
when he rehearses the opera?
I have no idea.
Maybe
the opera?
Maybe nothing.
Is there a precedent like him
among the opera masters?
Many masters rehearse operas.
But I’ve never seen
anyone like him
who meditates
in silence.
I should
have brought a video camera
to record Mr. Shang’s
words and deeds.
When he
gets famous all over the world,
people will research him
by the film.
I follow him every day.
You can ask me anything about him.
When you get old,
your ears may be deaf.
Your teeth may drop off.
You may not be able to talk.
But film will last.
It can live 100 years longer than you.
Nonsense.
Don't talk ominous words.
I don’t care.
I will follow the leader
every day in this lifetime.
If he can’t remember things,
I will remember for him.
Mr. Cheng. Sometimes you are
like Mr. Shang.
I have no idea what you think about.
It’s my honor to be the same kind of people
as Mr. Shang.
Mr. Chen. Time to make up.
Today’s makeup will take
a long time.
I practice day and night these days,
but it still isn’t perfect.
My uncle
just taught me when I needed to use it.
Why didn’t he teach me earlier?
I have to perform when I just learn it.
It’s not a big deal.
Shang Xirui doesn’t practice
his new opera for long as well.
You have the exclusive skills
of Master Jiang.
Much better than his new opera.
Don’t underestimate Shang Xirui.
I have Master Jiang,
but he is gifted.
Mr. Chen.
Don't say that.
If Master Jiang knows
you don’t feel easy before the competition,
he will be mad.
That’s right.
I’m afraid of Shang Xirui’s gift.
Maybe he is afraid of
the skills of my family.
No need to fear him.
Right?
That’s it.
Xirui.
Why hasn’t he gone?
He’s rehearsing the opera.
If we don't set off now,
he’ll have no time to make up.
How about waking him up?
Don’t.
He’ll be angry if wakened now.
Mr. Shang.
It’s about time.
What do you mean?
A new opera will be performed tonight.
You forget it?
Right.
I will perform Zhao Feiyan.
My legs are numb.
Give me a hand.
OK.
Today it is...
The first time that Shuiyun Theater
is so energetic.
Cigarettes. Matches.
Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang.
Is it Mr. Jiang?
Father, please.
-Mr. Jiang. -Mr. Jiang.
This place
isn’t as spacious as Huibin Theatre.
Let me lead the way.
-Mr. Jiang. -Mr. Jiang.
Come.
Father, this way.
How is Chen Renxiang?
Most of opera masters
have come here.
Chen Renxiang is taught by you.
Many audiences
-are looking forward to his performance. -Mr. Jiang.
Many people cannot get tickets
and ask others to help.
They even ask for my help.
I didn’t expect
you’d come to see Shang Xirui
at this critical moment.
So,
no one can say I push out Shang Xirui.
I leave my nephew aside
and come to his show.
Yes.
Father. You give consideration to
both sides.
No one can judge it.
Anyway, I have to come today.
I’d like to see how Shang Xirui
competes against Sage’s Footwork.
Father.
Shang Xirui performs Fairy’s Footwork.
Empyrean Fairy descends to the mortal world.
Renxiang inherits Jiang family’s exclusive skills.
Sage’s Footwork will be shown in Peking again.
Excuse me. Make way.
Be careful.
Be careful. Mind your step.
I know. I know.
Come on. Make way.
Be careful.
It’s too risky.
The heavy snow made the railway closed.
The costumes
were nearly delayed.
It’s said Shang Xirui will wear
costumes of Suzhou embroidery satin with beads.
Since my uncle will pay the bill,
I’ll also wear luxury costumes this time.
Don’t you help them at the backstage?
Why are you here?
Not necessary.
Now it all depends on God’s will.
I’ve been working for a month.
It’s time to relax.
Look.
The fox comes to pay respects to us.
Jiang Rongshou.
Bravo!
Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant!
Bravo!
Nice show!
Brilliant!
Keep in line! Keep in line!
♫ My love ♫
Sorry. No ticket left.
♫ I invite the ministers for the banquet ♫
♫ Please sing and dance for us ♫
♫ Yes, Your Majesty ♫
♫ Flowers scatter on twigs, do the evening makeup ♫
The costumes are beautiful,
but nothing else.
Agree.
He is far worse than
Mr. Chen Renxiang.
Back then
my father came to the palace to perform,
Her Highness...
Leader. Leader.
Look. Is Zhu Qingxiang of Sansheng Theatre
playing the old man on the stage?
Right.
The painted face seems to be Ding Chaoyuan.
And Wang Mengguang.
Go... Go to
see the playbill.
Check who the actors are.
♫ I’m summoned to the Han Imperial Palace ♫
No need.
Are you a fool?
But...
Don't you know these popular performers?
I...
Father. Don’t be mad.
He is...
What the heck?
-Bravo! -Bravo!
Nice show!
-Bravo! -Brilliant!
No doubt it is a real feast.
♫ Tie bands and put on gold bracelet, music heard ♫
You did a good job.
I...
Go for wool and come back shorn.
Bravo!
Mr. Chen’s figure,
♫ A gust of cool wind ♫
and the move
are the best in Peking.
Exactly.
His skills are taught by Jiang Rongshou.
Maybe
♫ Bell rings in the far temple ♫
he’s even better than Master Jiang.
♫ Drum thunders♫
Why is a drum moved out?
It's interesting.
-Bravo! -Bravo!
Bravo!
-Bravo! -Bravo!
Bravo!
Amazing!
-Bravo! -Bravo!
Bravo!
-Bravo! -Amazing!
Bravo!
Brilliant! Brilliant!
Bravo!
-Bravo! -Amazing!
Bravo!
Father. Father, are you alright?
Bravo!
Father! Father!
Bravo!
It’s said performers all rely on
the legacy of Grand Masters.
But today I see
a true Grand Master there.
Bravo!
Brilliant!
Did you see Mr. Shang?
No.
Where did he go?
Where is your leader?
I can’t find him.
I don't know. I didn’t see him after the show.
Mr. Cheng went to look for him.
Mr. Shang.
Audiences are waiting for your curtain call.
My feet are weak.
I can’t stand up.
You have won.
Why are you upset?
Just now
I felt that
my soul was gone.
It was Zhao Feiyan who possessed me
and performed on the stage.
From now on,
you are no longer your previous self.
Come on.
I’ll help you go to stage.
Sure.
Mr. Shang.
Bravo!
Mr. Shang! Mr. Shang!
Mr. Shang! Well done!
Bravo!
Mr. Shang!
Let’s cheer for him.
Bravo!
-Mr. Shang! -Mr. Shang!
Awesome.
-Mr. Shang! -Mr. Shang!
Good job.
-Mr. Shang! -Mr. Shang!
Well done, Mr. Shang!
-Bravo! -Bravo!
[Goods Shipment Office]
What’s the matter, buddy?
Sir. Sir.
Sir, come and have a look.
Mr. Cheng.
Mr. Cheng, you’re back.
Has my wife slept?
Yes. She just slept.
She waited for you all night.
Mr. Ma came here.
He’s waiting for you in the study room.
Why did he come at this hour?
He said it was urgent.
Mr. Cheng.
How about you go to see Mrs. Cheng?
No.
Let her sleep.
[Cheng Fengtai: Fan Lian is in our hands. Give us guns and ammunition. Or he is dead.]
Interesting.
The bandits in Laozi Ridge are really interesting.
Mr. Fan is kidnapped.
How come you don't look worried?
You don’t know what this letter says.
The bandits ask me
to redeem him with arms of this amount.
Is Fan Lian worth so much money?
Ridiculous.
They demand so much.
Are they out of mind?
We have given him everything
we promised.
They did this,
for they know Commander Cao isn’t at home and
try to fleece us.
Hadn’t Lei been kidnapped too,
I’d be reluctant
to save Fan Liang.
Fan is good-for-nothing,
and always makes troubles.
It’s lucky of him
to have the same father with my wife.
Mr. Cheng.
This time
he shouldn't be blamed.
It is purely an accident.
Mr. Fan rarely goes out for business.
He ran into it.
Chief Gu
surprisingly kidnapped him.
I wish it was done by Chief Gu.
It’s unusual.
Something may happen at Laozi Ridge.
Don’t.
Little boy,
you even have no mustache on your mouth.
How can you use razor?
Put... Put it down.
He can’t,
but I can.
Mr. Du.
Mr. Chen.
You must keep still.
If you don’t keep still
and I make a mistake,
I’m afraid your eyebrows
will be shaved.
Hold on.
Well.
Mr. Du.
Your hands should hold pen
and paper.
You can’t use knife.
Who can do it then?
Let me do it.
You’re wasting time.
Stop! Stop!
What’s wrong, Mr. Chen?
Do you go back on our word?
No.
Mr. Shang.
Look.
I can give you money. Alright?
It’s too late.
I
have enough money now.
I just want a bare head to have fun.
Shave your hair. Spring Festival is coming.
Come on.
Fine. I will. I will.
Sit still.
Wait a minute.
I don’t want you to shave.
You do it.
You’re picky.
Fine.
Let me take care of you.
Hold on!
What’s wrong? Cut it out.
Shave your head, not cut your head.
Stop shouting about.
I... I will shave after Spring Festival.
I can’t see my relatives with a bald head.
It’s the first month of the year after the Festival.
Shaving in the first month is ominous to uncles.
If Jiang Rongshou knows it,
he will think I curse him.
You must shave today.
Guys.
Yes!
Hold Mr. Chen.
OK.
Go. Go.
Father.
It’s doomed. Father.
What are you shouting about in the morning?
Behave yourself.
You still have the mood to clean glass?
Read the newspaper.
It says Spring Theater played dirty tricks
and hired Shuiyun Theater's men
for the competition.
Look at this photo.
They are the men we hired from Shuiyun Theater.
[Spring Theater played tricks and hired Shuiyun Theater’s men]
The faces
are close-up shot.
Many people
despised me on my way back.
Our Spring Theater
has no face to perform anymore.
Bastard!
How come the newspaper agency knew it?
It must be exposed by Shuiyun Theater.
It’s also your fault.
You hired
a gang of good-for-nothing
from Shuiyun Theater.
I...
Are they worth the money?
Father.
Chen Renxiang should be blamed.
He is brought up by our family,
but he’s useless at the critical moment.
Back then
I performed for Her Highness.
Changyin Pavilion
wouldn’t start the show until I arrived.
That was glorious.
How come the next generation
is so disappointing?
Father.
Dear father.
He isn’t your match at all.
If I play a female role,
I’m much better than him.
You are not even good at playing a male role.
It is wrong?
Come on. Mr. Chen.
See Mr. Shang’s shaving skills.
Have a look, guys.
-Mr. Chen’s bald head. -Look at this bald head.
It’s cool, right?
His head is big
and shiny.
Lose hair and lose face.
I’m ashamed to see people.
How can I see myself in the mirror?
Take it away. I won't look.
Take a look.
It’s good.
-Look. -A big head.
Hey, have a look.
Look.
Stop!
I’m leaving.
I’m leaving far away,
lest my uncle brings me trouble again.
Goodbye, Mr. Shang.
Mr. Chen.
Your hat.
-Mr. Chen. Don’t leave. -Give me.
-Give the hat to me. -You still have a show to perform.
Your bald head is good.
Don’t wear hat.
Don't be shy.
Be natural.
Come on.
Big bald head is good.
Stand still.
It’s shiny.
-Say it. -Say it!
-Come on. -Say it.
-Say it.
I, Chen Renxiang,
lost to Shang Xirui.
-What? -What did you say?
-Be louder. -I can’t hear you.
Come on.
-Be louder. -Stand in the street.
Louder!
I will say it. I will.
I, Chen Renxiang,
lost to Shang Xirui!
Bravo!
Don't stop.
I said it. It’s done.
Keep saying it.
Don't leave!
Mr. Chen.
Your hat falls off.
Keep saying it.
Bald head and fair face,
round and shiny,
like an egg
in flour, right?
Yes. Yes.
Big bald head.
Having a bald head isn’t shameful.
I had a bald head
until I became a performer.
Chen Renxiang is smug.
Shaving hair is like killing him.
Alright. Go back.
Let's go.
Big bald head.
It’s shiny.
Ge.
Where is Mr. Cheng?
He went out for business.
Spring Festival is coming.
He asked me to bring you
some gifts.
Come in.
Mr. Shang.
Hi, everyone.
I bring some gifts to you.
Sir, what brings you here?
It's not the time to claim rent yet.
I’m not here for rent, Ms. Shijiu.
Don’t say that.
Mr. Shang won the competition yesterday.
I am here to congratulate him.
And pay respects to you for Spring Festival.
Pay respects to us?
Don’t you drive us away?
Miss, don't say so.
Mr. Shang is the most popular performer
in Peking now.
I feel honored
to have you here.
Thanks for your gifts.
No need to drive us away.
I’m looking for a new place.
I’ll move after the Festival.
Don’t you trust me?
Please
live here and rest assured.
You can even
rebuilt the house.
Look.
[Deeds of Purchase]
From today on,
the house
and the land
are all yours.
You can do
whatever you want.
Leader.
The title deeds.
[Deeds of Purchase to the buyer Shang Xirui]
What do you mean?
Mr. Shang.
You hide too much from me.
It's good that you are
Mr. Cheng’s friend.
You didn’t tell me.
I
nearly offended you.
Ge.
I did it this way.
What do you think?
Good.
Take the title deed.
Mr. Shang.
I’ve paid respects to you
and given you the gifts.
I’m leaving.
Mr. Ge. Take care.
-Take care. -Take care.
I put it here for you.
See you.
Now he came to curry favor.
A disgusting rat.
Mr. Cheng is considerate.
Now we don’t need to worry about the house.
I owe Mr. Cheng too much.
I can never repay him.
Stop.
No.
Something did happen in Laozi Ridge.
Put down weapons.
I support you for many years.
It costs me tens of thousands of silver dollars.
Is this your way to pay me back?
Mr. Cheng.
Long... Long...
Long time no see.
Second Chief Gu...
Not Second Chief.
He is our Chief now.
Tie them up.
Go.
Don’t move.
Give me.
Don’t move.
In my opinion,
we should go to
Grand Hotel des Wagon-Lits to celebrate.
It’s said the steak cooked by foreign chefs
is tender.
It has juices when you eat.
I eat steak
several times.
It has no juice,
but blood.
It’s smelly.
I think
Dongxing Tavern is good
and luxurious.
You can have enough shark’s fin and sea cucumber.
That’s OK.
What would you like to eat?
I want meat.
Instant-boiled mutton, chops.
I want to eat these.
Many opera performers like Huaiyang cuisine.
How about we eat some fine food?
I want streaky pork.
How about some peanuts?
Grow up.
Shuiyun Theater
is much better than before.
No one in Peking
is more popular than us.
We should be particular about food.
Don’t let people look down on us.
Yes.
Xiao Lai.
You did a lot to me.
Tell me.
What do you want to eat?
Nothing.
Leader.
Your Zhao Feiyan is unprecedented.
It’s discussed all over Peking.
But the former leader said
popularity isn’t necessarily good.
I feel
a little bit uneasy.
Don’t make a fuss.
Mr. Shang.
Mr. Niu comes.
Mr. Niu.
Mr. Shang.
Get ready
and go to the Opera Association with me.
You look anxious.
Which theater needs my help?
No.
It will be
your Grand Master Zhang’s death day in two days.
All his disciples and descendants,
regardless of the direct bloodline or not,
should go to worship.
Mr. Jiang
suddenly gathered all the people together
to worship Grand Master in advance.
He said
you must go there.
Who is Grand Mater Zhang?
The boss in Xianfeng Dynasty,
Zhang Beidou.
My father and Jiang Rongshou
are both his disciples.
Mr. Shang.
Do not call his name.
He is your Grand Master after all.
People will gossip if they hear it.
Calling his name already shows my respect.
My dress is OK.
Let’s go.
Wait. Wait.
Xirui.
Follow me behind
when we are in the Opera Association.
If you hear
any words offensive,
do not talk back.
Look at my signs.
Alright?
Mr. Niu.
You mean
you will go with him alone?
What does Jiang Rongshou want?
I wish I knew it.
How can he tell me?
Leader.
It may be a trap.
How about we go with you?
Right. Let us go with you.
Everybody. Don’t mess it up.
They have said
it must be
Grand Master’s disciple.
No one else
is allowed.
Except Mr. Shang,
who else is the former leader’s disciple?
Former leader keeps his skill a secret.
How could he teach us except his son?
That's it.
Mr. Shang.
Let's go.
It will be a trouble
if we are late.
Leader.
No.
Leader.
It’s evidently a trap.
Maybe they're waiting for you to take the bait.
How about...
How about hiding away?
We all make a living in Peking.
We have nowhere to go.
Firstly,
I didn’t hurt any peers.
Secondly,
I didn’t do anything guilty.
What can they do to me?
Leader.
-Leader. -Leader.
-Xirui.
When we are there,
look at my signs.
Don’t talk too much.
Ask Mr. Du. to go with him.
I believe
Jiang Rongshou dares not to hurt Mr. Du.
Let him get involved.
Good idea.
Go ahead.
Right.
Go. Go.
Hurry.