01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

- Watch me win on Saturday night.

- Fight can't happen. Hezekiah's injured.

- Coward.

- I am no coward.

[Sugar] Show it to me.

What? You did this?

- Why?

- I need him for something.

"Dear Mr Woodhouse, we would be

delighted to accept your very kind offer

of a Chinese translator

for the coming delegation."

We're on.

[Lao] "Lo Feng Luh".

I have something I can wear.

[audience clamouring]

[Mary] Hezekiah, Peggy

is the key figure

- in the burgeoning West End boxing scene

- [chuckles]

which is where you

need to be fighting.

Are you the lad that

had Sugar Goodson beat?

I know what you're up to.

- It won't mess with anything you've

- No, it f*ck' won't.

Don't underestimate your mother.

I am Queen now.

[Jane] So you say.

But it takes more

than saying to be one.

Dis is the future.

Enjoy the fight.

- How much for two ticket?

- [concierge] It'll be one shilling.

- One shilling?

- [concierge] One shilling.

Appreciate it.

- One shilling?

- [Hezekiah] Quiet.

[bell dings]

[referee] Stop now,

gentleman. Stop, stop.

After a final check, the judges have

awarded the fight to Mr Hammond.

[spectators applauding]

- Uh, excuse me.

- [Peggy] They're fine.

Lady Augusta Farnley,

you're a long way from home.

Hmm, so are you, I see.

Pleasure to see you

again, Mr Moscow.

Alec Monroe, a fellow boxer.

Hezekiah and I came

to London together.

I had you down as the cornerman.

That's just a

temporary arrangement.

Man of many talents.

Gentlemen, walk with me.

Welcome to West

London Boxing Club,

founding member of the

Amateur Boxing Association.

We're a long way from

the Blue Coat Boy now.

Prove to me your

mettle in the ring,

and I'll introduce you

to the right people.

Get you fighting out West.

How does that sound, Mr Moscow?

I will give Last Judgment

on an Englishman's jaw.

[chuckles] That's the spirit.

Changing room's

that way, gentlemen.

Well, they won't

wait for you forever.

- [sighs]

- [bell dings]

[referee] Ladies and gentlemen,

I invite you all to join us

for the next contest in

the middleweight category.

In this corner, we have

Professor Cartwright.

This man has used his keen

intellect to master our science.

In this corner, we have a bare-knuckle

fighter of African heritage,

one Mr Hezekiah Moscow.

What shall ensue is a

classical clash of style

of the civilised mind

versus the savage body.

Seconds out.

You show them the errors of their

ways. Just like me teach ya.

[referee] Round one.

[Alec] Remember what me say.

[bell dings]

- Move. Shift your weight, Hez.

- [trainer] Quick, keep your distance.

[Alec] Quick tings.

- Quicker. Quicker.

- [trainer] Push him back. Counter.

Hezekiah, move. Move.

- [grunts]

- [spectators gasp]

[Alec] Go slow, Hez.

[bell dings]

[Alec] Come, come.

Come here, man.

This man doesn't want to fight.

This is not fighting,

Hezekiah, this is boxing.

I see it in him eye.

Everything calculated.

The man is a blasted, rigid,

English boxer with a bag of tricks.

We can use dem same

tricks against him.

- This foolishness, man. I don't like this.

- Hezekiah.

Men like we don't

get second chances.

You need fi seize

your chance right now.

Tell me how.

We turn his ideas

of you against him.

- You understand?

- [bell dings]

In his mind, you're a

typical Black boxer.

All aggression with no skill,

so we play to that.

We lure him in.

Make him complacent.

And just when him

think him have ya,

show him who you really are.

Yes! Yes!

Come on, k*ll him!

Give it! Give him it! Yes!

[bell dings]

The judges have awarded the

contest to Mr Hezekiah Moscow.

- Yes! Yes!

- [spectator] Did anyone see that coming?

[Alec] Gwaan!

[laughing] Didn't I see? Hey?

[chuckles]

[spectator 3] I say!

What, you're a

gloved fighter now?

I am rising in this world,

whilst you return to dirt.

I'll return you first.

So wah?

You want another charity shot?

Even up the odds a lickle.

If you men have a

score to settle,

do it within the rules.

Fighting beneath a chandelier.

I look out over you,

and I see f*cking pretenders.

Men playing dress-up like little

girls and mug punters lapping it up.

I'd scuttle the entire West

London stable in a single sitting.

Come to the Blue Coat Boy.

Somewhere between

Cheapside and hell.

Meet me in combat.

I'll break your f*cking

skulls good and proper.

A worse fate awaits you, boy.

[murmuring]

- 'Scuse me.

- Oh.

"Top of the morning to

you, Punch. How are you?"

Yeah, no, I'm all right, yeah.

[Elephants chattering]

- [Eliza] The Earl of Lonsdale.

- That was him.

- [Mary] Right, that's the Yellow Earl.

- [chattering stops]

[sighs] Rumour has it the

mission from China has arrived

safe and sound at Waterloo.

Yesterday's Standard

reports Lonsdale's banquet

as one of the high points

of the social season.

The hottest ticket in town.

- We are f*cking on.

- [Elephant chuckles]

- We are doing it.

- [Eliza sighs] Bloody hell.

- We stay true to the modus operandi.

- The what?

The plan. We get the silver on its own

while our betters rest on their laurels.

- [Eliza sighs]

- What's the matter?

It breaks my heart to see you

persist down this blind alley.

Troublemaking again. Can you

believe the f*cking gall on her?

Mary, I won't toe the line just

to stay in your good graces, ever.

You know me.

So, I ask that you're

honest with our girls.

Honest how?

Robbing the Queen and the Chinese

Emperor is risky enough

but it's the Elephant boys

and Jane that I really fear.

Sneaking behind family is

its own breed of treason.

So, I shall have no part in it.

Fine. Don't need

a lockpick anyway.

Why are you still here?

You'll need to get back.

We stick to the plan.

Right. Tell me about

his name again.

[butler] Good morning, my Lord,

I've brought you your breakfast tray

- if you still want it.

- Oh, f*ck off, Percival.

I apologise, Your Lordship,

but it is a matter of urgency.

Would now be a good time to raise the

subject of the Chinese delegation banquet?

[groans]

[grunting]

[breathes heavily] Later.

What's wrong, Percy?

You're not a follower

of the noble art, huh?

It has its merits,

Your Lordship.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Percy.

I inherited this nervous

disposition from my mother.

She, uh

I can do better.

Give me your hand.

[exhales sharply, chuckles]

The Queen chose me,

and relations with

China rest in my hands.

Our hands.

It would be funny

if it weren't so absurd.

Miss Maybelline Foster,

I was beginning to worry.

Rest assured, young lady

I'll bring you to heel.

Right.

Good morning, Your Ladyship.

Your early morning breakfast.

Good morning.

[groans]

You're not the bedridden

type, Your Ladyship.

- Beg your pardon?

- Well, it's a grand occasion tonight.

And I know you'd

rather not go, but

[sighs] we both know

that's not an option.

So, let's show them.

[Hezekiah] Morning, Mr Lao.

Alec said I could find you here.

Hezekiah, come and join me.

I love watching

the river traffic.

Think of the great galleons

and souls that have passed by.

And now we are here.

[Lao sighs]

It's an ugly river.

[chuckles]

Hezekiah

don't see my participation in

Mary's criminal scheme tonight

as encouragement for yours.

This is what I

wanted to tell you.

I mean, a promise of pounds [scoffs]

that's encouragement enough for any man.

I'm not interested

in the reward.

Not really.

For me, it's about a

certain species of closure.

It's different.

We are both dancing

on a knife's edge.

Could very well slip.

I don't have nothing to lose.

[in Hakka Chinese]

[grunting]

[in English] Right, we're all

set up over here in the snug.

[Treacle chuckles]

I know it's not Buckingham Palace,

milady, but it'll have to do, all right?

- [chuckles]

- [Treacle's wife] Mmm.

Happy birthday, Rosie.

[Treacle's wife] Say hello

to your uncle Sugar, girls.

[children] Hello, Uncle Sugar.

Oh, look at this.

Isn't that lovely?

Did Punch do this or who?

- [Treacle] Sugar.

- Sugar did it?

- Yes.

- It looks so yummy.

[Treacle's wife]

Aw, look at that.

- [Treacle's son] More greens? There we go.

- [Rosie] Yes, please.

- [Treacle] Who's hungry?

- [Rosie] Me.

[Treacle] Is this a nice

birthday, darling? Hey?

[Treacle's wife] Gonna have to

say thanks to Uncle Sugar now.

- He did all of this.

- Come.

- [Treacle's wife] Yeah, that's perfect.

- Fine. Fine, fine, fine.

[clears throat]

Please come, Brother.

It's Rose's birthday, and she wants

her favourite uncle to sit next to her.

I'm cleansing me blood.

[coughs]

Tom.

[whispers indistinctly]

Go on.

[Tom] Can I help

you, Uncle Sugar?

Put on the mitts.

- [Tom] Okay?

- Yeah.

You ever fought before?

No.

- [Sugar grunts, vocalises]

- [breathing shakily]

[vocalises]

[Tom sniffles]

Go back to your mama.

Oi!

Well, you're the oldest. Do you

understand the meaning of that?

Boxing's a family trade.

You will learn to fight,

or this world will

swallow you f*cking whole.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Put on the mitts.

Are you gonna let him go and do a few

rounds with your youngest now or

[Treacle] She's fine.

- How old are you now?

- Six.

[grunting]

Good.

Can you see it?

Can you see it, Rose?

You're sad.

[Treacle kisses] Love you.

- [Rose] Thank you, Daddy.

- [Treacle chuckles] You're welcome.

[Rose] Bye-bye.

[Treacle] Love you, darling.

Peggy, come in.

[Treacle, Peggy

speak indistinctly]

- Just give me two minutes, will you?

- Behave yourself.

Will do.

A man of temperance, I see.

Striking speech at West London.

- I said nothing other than the truth.

- I'm inclined to agree.

How's a man who carries on like the Duke

of f*cking Wellington inclined to agree?

You've got me wrong.

I'm a Fields boy.

- Marylebone.

- Don't know what you mean.

My point being is that there

isn't much daylight between us.

I know all the history and the

legends. Figg, Broughton, Mendoza

I smell rehearsed lines.

Mr Goodson, I fought on the

barges and under the bridges,

but I'm also a man of science.

I read Darwin,

and he says that as new species

in the course of time are formed,

others become rarer and

rarer and finally extinct.

How can we help you, Peggy?

I'd like to trial you, Sugar.

I believe you've got what it

takes to fight for me out West.

And that's where

Hezekiah will be.

I thought the lion tamer

was your new plaything.

Listen, you're the king

of the East End right now,

but I could make you a name.

I could fix you a title fight

with Buster Williams himself.

Imagine it.

Sugar Goodson,

World Champion.

It's got an

undeniable ring to it.

You have a way of

riling me, Bettinson.

He doesn't mean to, Brother, he's

just setting forth his views.

Look, you can trial me,

but only if it's here,

the Blue Coat Boy, tonight.

Those are my terms.

Marylebone boy.

- If you have something to say, say it.

- I have nothing to say.

I have one thing fi say.

We are making ourselves

puppets for Mary and Peggy.

Did I not win and have those

boasty people applaud us?

On Mary and Peggy's terms.

We need fi cut them out.

We did not come to England

fi get new-style overseers.

I'm not so sure about Mary.

Learning 'bout her.

Wait, since when you start

trust f*cking white girl?

Trust is a strong word, brother.

Even the needlewomen of

Morant Bay hated our kind.

What makes you think a London

woman would be any different?

Till she wrong

me, I won't judge.

She broke your finger. You

help her cut off a man's arm!

I'm not even gonna mention what

happened with Sharkey Devenish.

Has the ancestors really not

warned you of the buckra?

[sighs]

Playing safe in

life is a sad thing.

[sighs]

And we have seen how quick

life get snatched away.

Okay, Hezekiah.

Go about your secret business.

- [knocks on door]

- [sighs]

You have something for me?

You're late.

You all right?

How kind of you to ask.

Remove your waistcoat.

And the shirt.

[Hezekiah sighs]

There must be an origin for your

odd habit of listening to women.

The sl*ve master set out to break

the men, to make them ghosts.

So women had to step in.

They raised Jamaica.

That's the origin.

Fine job they did, Hezekiah.

Your role tonight

is very simple.

You get me through that door, draw

the guests' attention if needs be.

It shouldn't be a challenge.

They will be fascinated by ya.

I'm not interested in them.

I only want to know

what you think.

[whispers] I

haven't decided yet.

We leave in an hour.

[sighs]

You sure this will work, Mary?

Trust me.

[European chamber music playing]

[chattering]

You must be the

Lord's pugilist guest.

One Hezekiah Moscow of Jamaica

and his companion, Augusta Lady Farnley

of the Highgate Theosophist Society.

Mr Moscow, isn't it?

Yes, Your Lordship.

[chuckles] Bloody

pleasure to meet you.

Peggy's waxed lyrical about you.

Milady, uh, I don't

believe we've met.

And who might your husband be?

- [Percival clears throat]

- Yes, Percy. Loud and clear.

My apologies. I must dash.

I'm playing the role of

Sinophile diplomat tonight.

We'll rendezvous later over

a glass of Cima Corgo port.

[chuckles]

Yes.

Oh, really? Have you?

[Percival] His Excellency, Li

Hongzhang and the Chinese delegation.

[Earl] Your Excellency.

Welcome to Lonsdale House.

I'm humbled, nay, delighted

to make your acquaintance.

This is Mr Chen.

He'll be our interpreter

for this evening.

Interpret.

I am honoured to be of

service, Your Lordship.

Mm-hmm.

[in Mandarin]

[guests murmuring]

[in English] Let me introduce

you to our esteemed guests.

This gentleman here

is Lord Granville.

If my father could see me now.

Belly of the beast.

Life is so strange.

Are you nervous?

The Lady Augusta Farnley

doesn't get nervous.

- I am watchful.

- [guest 1] Ask him!

- There's a difference.

- Ah.

- [guest 2 clears throat]

- [guest 1] Ask him.

Excuse me? [chuckles]

Are you the boxer that Lonny

Boy has been talking about?

[scoffs] In all likelihood, yes.

- [guests chuckle]

- [guest 2] You're brilliant.

It's the greatest

pleasure to meet you.

[Punch] Here.

[server] Watch

yourselves, gents.

[patrons chattering]

A boxer is nothing

without his loyal second.

[Treacle] Where's Hezekiah?

Hezekiah is going

about his business.

His horizons stretch

far beyond this place.

I've met many a men who thought

themselves better than they were,

and that was their downfall.

That's my brother.

Watch your mouth.

I'd say the same thing,

but my quarrel isn't

with you, Alec.

Your brother wants

to k*ll my brother.

Of course your

quarrel is with me.

I'm willing to work in such a way that

those end times never come to pass.

Speak.

Sugar and Hezekiah

fight in the West End.

With an agreement from Peggy,

we place them on opposite

sides of the tournament

so that they can only

ever meet in the final.

If they both make it there.

You have my attention.

But what about this candle

Sugar holds for my brother?

[scoffs] I'll blow it out.

I don't believe you can do that.

- It's hatred.

- Oh, I wish it were just hatred.

I'll move him on. Trust me.

I'll see to it.

I can't shake your hand.

Why?

Him a watch.

But me take your word.

Yeah.

Right, pub's closed.

- [bell rings]

- Go on. Home.

[patrons clamouring]

[chattering]

[speaking Mandarin]

[in Mandarin]

[guest 1, in English] I must say,

this is a joy. What splendid company.

[guest 2] Absolutely.

Are you a relation of

Miss Victoria Davies?

I am not, Mr Hawke.

She's the Queen's god-daughter.

I thought your presence here

tonight might be related.

[chuckles]

- Let's call it coincidence.

- Right.

So, Mr Moscow, uh,

where are you from?

I'll let you guess, Mr Frewen.

[chuckles] Okay, um

Well, uh, a West Indian Island.

- Barbados, perhaps.

- [groans] Never.

Ah. The man's a Jamaican. Jamaican

with a bit of something else.

A keen eye.

My grandmother

was Hakka Chinese.

What part of Jamaica?

I happen to know the

island quite well.

In that case, you must be

familiar with Morant Bay.

Uh, certainly rings a bell.

Though I think Mr Carlyle's

bell may be ringing louder.

After all, he founded

the committee defending

Governor Eyre's heavy-handed response

to the rebellion all those years ago.

Were you there?

- [villagers screaming, crying]

- [horses neigh]

- [enforcer] Prepare.

- [g*nsh*t]

I was.

The Morant Bay outrage went straight

to the heart of the Jamaica question.

Could Africans be

trusted with freedom?

The answer was a resounding no.

You can only suppress the savage

nature, not vanish it entirely.

A savage nature, you say?

Well, it was not us

who chained the pregnant, enslaved

women together at the auction houses.

[chuckles] I think we can

all agree that was regretful.

sl*very was a moral abomination.

[sighs] Has the disease of

abolitionism infected you, Frewen?

Do you seek the

abolition of gravity too?

Land cleared with Saxon

British blood now goes barren.

It was your people who exhausted the

land with your greed and cruelty.

Tell me, Mr Carlyle, why does

England have workhouses? Hmm?

Why do beggar children starve outside

this very house whilst we feast like gods?

So you speak ill of my people,

but I discover new outrages

in your land every day.

You may sit at this table

and think yourself like me,

but I am born wiser than you.

It's God's law to return

you to a new servitude.

I sit here because you and your ilk

couldn't shackle the truth forever.

And as for your servitude promise,

I wish you luck on that mission.

[scoffs]

You know, now I think of it, the

Morant Bay rebellion did succeed.

My people won.

A seed was planted

deep in the soil.

[scoffs] Actually,

I would like to

propose my own toast.

To Jamaica and its lasting

victory over the British Empire.

To Jamaica and its lasting

victory over the British Empire.

[Sugar grunts]

How do they feel?

Like lead weights

on my f*cking soul.

[chuckles]

It'll be second

nature in no time.

- I'll buy you a whisky.

- Sounds good.

Do you know the Queensberry

Rules, Mr Goodson?

- Why would I?

- Three-minute rounds.

You score with clean hits

from the knuckle part of the

glove to the head or torso.

No grappling.

That's the gist of it.

I'll keep the time.

- Round one.

- [bell dings]

[Treacle] Come on,

Sugar. Right, go on.

[Peggy] Distance, that's it.

Keep that distance.

[Treacle] Take your

time, take your time.

Get off the ropes.

I can't feel your f*cking

punches, you weakling.

Enough, Sugar.

- [Peggy] Oscar, get up.

- [Oscar grunts]

[Peggy] Come on, get up.

- You're okay.

- [groaning]

[Peggy] Good boy. There you are.

One sees blood in West

London and blood here,

and you could mistake

them for the same thing.

But we are civilised men.

As long as I fight Hezekiah.

That's all I want.

I'll take you on.

You'll get your chance.

But you will know

the difference.

Your Excellency,

on behalf of Her Majesty and

her government of Great Britain,

I humbly present

to you this gift.

[guests applauding]

This is a royal silver

holloware collection

made by Her Majesty's

jewellers of choice.

The finest in the

land and forged solely

- for the Chinese Emperor.

- [speaking Mandarin]

[jeweller] There are 80 pieces

in the neoclassical taste,

cast with interlacing

arabesques,

undulating foliage,

with a coat of arms or

engraved with sabre.

We have a hand chased trophy

cup, a five arm candelabra

- May I interrupt?

- Uh

In His Excellency's culture,

gifts are given privately.

So as you can understand, this

is a matter of great offence.

[guests murmuring]

- Nobody informed me of this.

- It is an ancient custom.

Of course. And I respect that.

And I apologise for any

offence that I've caused.

He tells me he enjoyed the

European chamber music earlier.

Perhaps we can move

to the drawing room.

In the meantime, His

Excellency requests

that we lock the room and leave

me the key for safekeeping.

Let's reconvene in

the drawing room.

To the drawing room,

everyone. [chuckles] Let's go.

- [guest] Yeah.

- [Earl] Chop-chop.

Let's go, Percy.

Fetch the quartet.

[in Mandarin]

Ah [sighs]

[clamouring]

[in English] Out the way, out the way!

Move! What the bloody hell is going on?

[cook] A pan of

lard caught on fire.

[footman] Hello! Who's there?

[knocks on window]

- Walk on, King.

- [horse nickers]

[keys jingling]

[Anne] I'm not feeling

good about this.

It's a full moon, and

that's a bad omen.

Oh, give it the rest, Anne.

I'd worry more about Eliza's

absence. That's a bad omen.

For f*ck's sake.

Stop with the doom-mongering.

We don't need her, all right?

Quickly.

This way.

[gasps]

[grunts]

Are you out of your mind?

The man treats this place

like a hunting ground.

So smash his skull

to a thousand pieces?

- Well, why not?

- We don't need a dead butler

complicating matters.

Open the f*cking dining room.

Belle, Esme, get

him out of sight.

Meet us in the dining

room when you're done.

[Anne] Got to give it to her.

ba*ls bigger than a thoroughbred.

[European chamber music playing]

Your mind is elsewhere.

Why?

Don't ask questions you

don't want answers to.

[in Mandarin]

[in English] Your Lordship.

His Excellency

wishes to inform you

that he would like to

retire to his quarters.

- In the middle of the evening?

- Yes.

He is tired and wishes

to retire right now.

[music stops]

As he wishes.

I'll escort him myself.

[mouthing] No.

Your Excellency, I

hear you're unhappy.

Would you like to come with me?

Uh, Your Lordship?

Your Lordship?

Aren't you the co-inventor

of a new English martial art

known as scientific pugilism?

- Mr Moscow, now's not a great time.

- Ah.

- You are a pioneer.

- This way, please.

- [Lao speaking Mandarin]

- That's right.

- I'm a little preoccupied.

- I challenge you to a contest right now.

- [guests laugh]

- No, no.

- Impossible.

- [Carlyle] You can't box the Earl.

[Hezekiah] I would

like to box him.

Him spin a good yarn

about him martial art.

But let's put it

to the test, huh?

[guests murmuring]

Be careful who

you're calling out.

You're talking to a man

that beat John L. Sullivan.

- Ah. [chuckles]

- So sorry.

Fairy tales in your head

don't count, Mr Lonsdale.

[guests chuckling, murmuring]

- Right. Let's fight. Me and you.

- [clamour]

Yes.

- Right now. The old way. No gloves.

- [Hezekiah] Ah.

[guest] Game on.

[Lao speaking Mandarin]

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

I have a tale to tell

of Anansi,

a West African spider who cheats

death and fools the devil himself.

See, a long time ago,

Anansi and Fire

were good friend.

So, Anansi invite

Fire for dinner.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

- But I can't hear anything.

- Yeah.

- And?

- What happened to the music?

Well, Hezekiah's the

music now. So to speak.

Right, ladies, hammers.

- [guests cheering]

- Now.

[cheering, shouting]

But Fire tell Anansi

he cyaan walk.

He tell Anansi he must lay dry bush

path and him walk on top of dry bush.

f*ck your riddle and fight me.

- [Earl grunts]

- [guests gasp]

[Hezekiah] See, Anansi

married to Ground Dove.

Get the straw all around the silver. No

clinking and clanging, just to be sure.

You go ahead. I can't

be seen with ya.

Anansi wouldn't hear

what him wife say.

- He laid the kindle on.

- [Hawke] Go on.

But when Fire arrive

at Anansi house,

him burn him path,

him burn him house,

him burn Anansi alive. [panting]

Or so Fire thought.

See, Anansi did a trap.

- [Earl grunts]

- [guests gasp, clamour]

Oh, are you okay?

[Hezekiah] Anansi

put the fire out.

Where do you think

you're going, shop girl?

My job here is done.

[Alice grunts, breathes deeply]

Sorry, Mary's orders.

We need you to look like

the innocent victim.

Being an Elephant is more

than being the Queen's lapdog.

[grunts, groans]

[exclaims]

[Earl chuckles, grunts]

What say we end proceedings

now, Your Lordship?

Never.

No surrender.

[guests clamour]

[Earl groans] I'm done.

You see what you're

doing to society?

You turned them into a rabble.

Well, you had my measure.

- Good contest. [sighs, chuckles]

- Thanks.

[guests applauding]

[Earl] So, can our nations

let bygones be bygones?

What does His

Excellency say to that?

[speaking Mandarin]

[speaking Mandarin]

A small step in the

right direction.

It's good enough for me.

- [speaking Mandarin]

- Hmm.

Mr Chen, I think you're done

for the evening. Sterling work.

Now I'm going to tend

to one's battle wounds.

- [in Mandarin] Wait.

- [Earl, in English] Percy.

[in Mandarin]

- [guest, in English] Good fight, sir.

- Thank you.

After you.

[chuckling]

[both laugh]

[Hezekiah exhales deeply]

[in Mandarin]

[Lao]

- [screams]

- [minister grunts]

[Lao grunting]

[minister straining]

[whimpers]