A cold evening tide rises in the Bay.

Along the crowded wharves are moored ships and boats of all sizes which bob and sway on the roll of the swell.


The night air is filled with the songs of drunken sailors; the cry of restless sea birds...a cacophony of ships bells and the rattle of rigging lines.

At the end of Broadway Pier...unnoticed in the noise...two men step from the strong shadow of a towering mail steamer. They slide a corpse, their shared burden, soundlessly into the dark waters.

A knife is still stuck between the ribs. His bright and bloodstained Chinese clothes spread and soak up the muddy weight of water. The two men watch in silence as the body is pulled into the wake of a passing barge and out of sight...