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Season 1 · Episode 2 · 29:06.547 (identified Drive recording)
Mei runs the inn and helps Lin and Kenji face a family objection, while Danny explains the philosophy behind his fighting style.
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Training Andre at the Jade Lantern Inn
Mei: Now, Andre, remember the cardinal rule of the Jade Lantern Inn, the customer is always right, e- even when they’re wrong.
Andre: Uh, pardon me?
Mei: No, yeah, I know, sounds nuts. Totally works, newbie. Trust me on this one, ‘kay?
Andre: Oh, dear.
Mei: Don’t worry, it’s a running joke. Mostly. But seriously, customer service is key. We’re not just serving food here, we’re serving smiles, good cheer, and a little bit of escape from the everyday grind.
Narrator: She gestures towards the dining room, where a lively buzz of conversation fills the air.
Mei: Observe. [Unclear phrase.] Old Man Abioye, bless his soul, will complain about the size of his dumplings every single day
Andre: Uh, I see
Mei: But he always leaves a generous tip and enjoys a good gossip. Don’t take it personally, just refill his tea and offer him a complimentary fortune cookie.
Andre: But what if, what if they’re truly unhappy with the food?
Mei: Uh-huh. Then we fix it, a sincere apology-
Andre / Mei — overlapping dialogue: Right … a complimentary dessert, perhaps even a small discount on their next meal. Mm-hmm. But always with a smile, Andre. Always with a smile.
Andre: Uh, yes, of course.
Mei: And remember, the key to success in this business, anticipation. Know what your regulars want before they even order it, and for goodness sake, keep the wasabi away from Mrs. Higgins. She swears it makes her sneeze.
Andre: Keep wasabi, um, from Ms. Higgins. Right, then. Um-
Mei / Andre — overlapping dialogue: Mm-hmm … Ms. Mei? Yes?
Andre: This is my first paying job, and I just want to be sure I’m doing everything you’ve asked of me. I’m sorry if that comes out in a lot of nervous energy.
Mei: Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Now, let’s get those dumplings ready. We’ve got a hungry crowd waiting.
Introduction
Raymond Getty — show announcer: You’re listening to Way of the Jaded Fist, a Project Zion Theatre original starring Desmond Childs as Danny Rose and Dominique Cherry as Mei. It’s been nearly a month since Danny Rose left out on his journey to find a cure for Master Kai-Lung’s demonic affliction. Back at the Jade Lantern Inn, Mei has hired a new assistant named Andre to help her deal with the daily demands of the Harbortown patrons. Mei seems up for the challenge of filling her uncle’s shoes. However, there’s more to being a business owner than cheery dispositions and smiles. Raymond Getty, your show announcer speaking. Thank you for listening, and enjoy the show.
Danny at the harbor
Narrator: Meanwhile, some distances away, the salty air hangs heavy as Danny surveys the bustling harbor. Seagulls cry overhead, the rhythmic crashing of waves against the pier providing a constant background. He leans against a weathered crate, his eyes fixed on the horizon, scanning for any sign of the incoming ship. He overhears a conversation between two locals, a gruff fisherman named Silas and a lively woman named Clara.
Clara: And that Mayor Thompson, bless his cotton socks, thinks he can solve all our problems with a new tax on fish.
Silas: Ah. I swear, Clara, ain’t no way these boys went to school to be this stupid.
Clara: Like that’s gonna solve anything. Those politicians only care about lining their own pockets. They’re all the same, fat cats living high on the hog while the rest of us struggle.
Silas: You ain’t wrong, Clara. The laws are made for the rich, not for the likes of us.
Danny / Silas / Clara — overlapping dialogue: Ugh, could you keep it down over there? I’m trying to get some sleep. Doesn’t seem like this boat is coming any time soon, and I can’t sleep with you- Really, now? … making all that racket. Uh, Clara, who is this man? Who is… Clara, I’m trying to be better. Easy, easy now. I really am. Silas, good grief. Now, why’d you go and get him all riled up for?
Danny: Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to offend anybody, but you gotta admit, sometimes the law feels like it’s more trouble than it’s worth. The world is a chaotic place, though, filled with both good and evil. Uh-huh. Ultimately, it’s not up to us to judge or to punish. That’s a higher power’s domain.
Clara / Danny / Silas — overlapping dialogue: Interesting. You make a fair point there, young man. You’re wiser than you look. Okay. It seems my fishing partner and I have allowed these paper pushers and lawmakers get us down. Maybe there’s more to you than just muscles and a grumpy face. Maybe. Geez, these two need a nice hot cup of tea, calming tea. Yeesh.
Danny: Just trying to make sense of it all, you know, like everyone else. Reminds me of an old proverb, “The wisest man knows he knows nothing.”
Silas: You’re right, stranger. You’re sure right. But we wiser than them damn lawmakers and government officials back out there in Harbortown. It ain’t been this bad since the Battle of the Nine Sages way back when, right, Clara? Yes, it’s gotten bad. Man, I tell you the truth, stranger. Clara, you listening too, right? Those politicians-
Danny / Silas — overlapping dialogue: Oh, brother. Are these two always like this? Promising mountains of gold- Where’s that stinking boat? … overflowing. Like a hungry ghost, they devour the people’s trust.
The brunch rush
Narrator: Sunlight streams through the grimy windows of the Jade Lantern Inn, illuminating dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light. Mei, her brow furrowed in concentration, expertly navigates the crowded inn, carrying a tray laden with steaming bowls of noodles and steaming tea.
Mei: Here you go, Mr. Henderson, your usual.
Mr. Henderson: Ah, Mei, this is just what I needed after that disastrous fishing trip.
Mei: Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Henderson. Did you catch anything at all?
Mr. Henderson: Not a single fin Seems like the fish have all decided to take a vacation The smelly scoundrels.
Mei: Well, here’s to better luck next fishing trip, Mr. Henderson. Let me know if you need anything, all right?
Mr. Henderson / patrons / Mei — exchange: Thank you, Mei. I tell you, that new mayor, he’s shorter than a grasshopper. Ha, shorter than a grasshopper? He’s probably got more hair on his chin than he has height. Now, now, no need to be so critical. Besides, I hear he’s quite a good fisherman. Fishermen don’t run towns, young lady, they catch fish. A-ha. Ha. Food for thought, right, Mei? True enough. True enough.
Mei: Boy, Uncle sure does make this all look easy, but this is the furthest thing from easy. I’m already exhausted, and it’s only our typical brunch rush.
Lin and Kenji seek help
Narrator: She continues her rounds, her eyes catching on a young couple sitting quietly in a corner booth. The woman, Lin, looks downcast, while her companion, Kenji, tries to comfort her. Mei decides to investigate.
Mei: Everything all right here?
Lin / Kenji / Mei — exchange: Good morning, Mei-san. We’re just having a hard go of it at the moment. Good morning, Miss Lin. Good morning, Mr. Kenji. Is there something I can do to help? Ohayo, Mei. Well, actually, we were hoping you or your uncle could give us some advice. Word around town- Oh, boy … is the advice given at the Jade Lantern is as good and strong as a piping hot cup of tea. Oh, my goodness. Um, Oh, wow. Mm-hmm. [Unclear beginning] thinks we’re not fit to be together, and it’s really got us both down. What shall we do?
Lin: I love Kenji more than life itself.
Kenji: He says her family’s unsuitable. It just breaks our hearts.
Mei: Well, I think you deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not for your social standing, and from what I’ve seen, Kenji loves you very much.
Narrator: A mischievous glint enters Mei’s eyes. Uh-oh, looks like shenanigans are afoot.
Mei / Kenji / Lin — exchange: Perhaps… Yes? Mm-hmm. Perhaps what, Mei-san? Uh, perhaps a, a little demonstration is in order. Huh, demonstration? Kenji, Oh, please, Mei, whatever you can do to help.
Mei: Leave it to me, Kenji. I’ll show your father what a real suitor looks like.
Kenji: Uh, pardon me? Oh, goodness, you’re not… Are you planning to do something to cause my father trouble, Mei-san?
Mei: Leave it to me, Kenji. I’ll show your father what a real suitor looks like.
Kenji: Uh-oh. I’m not sure I like that look in your eyes.
Madame Mei Ling
Narrator: The inn is quieter now, most of the patrons having left. Mei, dressed in her finest silk kimono, sits elegantly at a table, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup. She fans herself languidly with a peacock feather fan, her eyes sweeping the room with an air of bored sophistication. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a figure strides into the inn. It’s Mr. Chen, a portly man with a handlebar mustache and a scowl on his face. He spots Mei, and his eyes widen.
Mr. Chen: Who in the blazes do you think you are?
Narrator: Mei lowers her fan, a picture of haughty indifference.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Madame Mei Ling at your service, Mr. Chen. I believe your son has spoken of me.
Mr. Chen: Spoken of you? To whom?
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Why, to Lin, of course. We’ve been, um, acquainted.
Narrator: Mr. Chen stares at Mei, his eyes narrowing. He notices the delicate jewelry adorning her wrists and the subtle shimmer of silk on her kimono.
Mr. Chen: And what, pray tell, is your profession, Madame Mei Ling?
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Oh, I dabble in various pursuits.
Mr. Chen: Such as?
Mei / Mr. Chen — exchange: My, um, my father, you see, is a prominent merchant in Canton. That so? We travel extensively, you see. Excellent. I’ve seen, we’ve seen the world, and, where, like, from the bustling markets of Yokohama- Oh, I love Yokohama … to the grand palaces of Europe.
Narrator: She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in.
Mr. Chen: Simply splendid, Madame Mei Ling.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Naturally, one must maintain a certain social standard.
Mr. Chen: Oh, yes, of course, friend Mei.
Narrator / unidentified interjection: At that moment- What the devil is- … a young man named Zuri enters the inn. He is dressed impeccably, carrying a small exotic birdcage. Zuri bears a striking resemblance to someone.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Zuri, darling, I believe I left my parasol in the carriage. Would you be so kind as to retrieve it?
Zuri: Of course, Madame Mei Ling.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: As I was saying, one must maintain a certain social standing.
Mr. Chen: Hmm, indeed, yes.
Narrator: Mr. Chen, visibly impressed, can only stare as Mei sips her tea, a picture of refined elegance.
Mr. Chen: I’m really impressed, Madame Mei Ling. You’re as gorgeous as you are refined. You know my son is on the market.
Narrator: She takes another sip of tea, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Mei: Ha. Hook, line, and sinker.
The Way of the Jaded Fist
Narrator: The next day, a small fishing boat bobs gently on the turquoise water. The sun beats down, but a refreshing breeze keeps the heat at bay. Danny sits cross-legged on the deck, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Beside him sits a young martial artist named Adebayo. Eager to learn from the renowned [Unclear epithet]. Along for the ride are Silas and Clara, fishers and merchants seeking passage to a neighboring town, sitting quietly to observe the conversation with polite interest.
Adebayo: Master Rose, I’ve heard whispers of your unconventional style. They call it the Way of the Jaded Fist. Is it true you created it yourself?
Narrator: Danny nods slowly.
Danny: It is, though its roots lie in the teachings of my late master. He always emphasized the balance, the interplay between knowledge and potential. He called it the dance of the jade and the steel.
Adebayo: I see. And the jaded fist, what does that mean?
Danny: Have you ever seen a wave crash against the rocks, Adebayo? It appears to be pure, raw power. But the ocean’s currents, the tides, these are the unseen forces that shape the wave, give it direction. The jade represents that hidden knowledge, the wisdom that guides the fist, the raw potential, the steel.
Adebayo: Ah, so it’s not just about strength.
Danny: Strength is a tool, Adebayo, like a brush in the hands of a painter. But without knowledge of technique, composition, without understanding the nature of color, the painting will be crude. The jaded fist is about more than just brute force. It’s about precision, efficiency, understanding the opponent’s weaknesses and exploiting them with minimal effort.
Narrator: Danny picks up a small smooth stone from the deck and tosses it gently in the air, catching it effortlessly.
Danny: Yep, my master taught me that true strength comes from within. It’s not about what you can do, but what you choose to do. It’s about mastering yourself, your fears and your doubts. It’s about constantly learning, adapting and evolving. The path of the master student is a lifelong journey.
Adebayo: Hmm, master and student. I’ve heard that phrase before.
Danny: Yes, it is the core of the way of the jaded fist. We are all both masters and students, constantly learning and growing. Even I, after all these years, still consider myself a student of the world, of the way. The moment you believe you have all the answers, Adebayo, you cease to learn and you become stagnant, and that is the true weakness.
Narrator: Danny looks out at the vast ocean, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Danny: The world is constantly changing, Adebayo. New challenges arise, new threats emerge, and if we cling to the old ways, outdated knowledge, we will be swept away by the tide. We must be like the bamboo, bending with the wind, adapting to the storm, but always remaining rooted in our principles.
Narrator: The other passengers drawn by the conversation nod in agreement. Silas, the fisherman from the harbor, speaks up.
Silas: Hmm, wise words, young man. Some very wise words indeed. Reminds me of an old sea shanty and Clara. She loves when I tell this story, don’t you, Clara? Don’t answer that. So anyway…
Narrator: Silas launches into a raucous sea shanty, much to the amusement of the passengers. Danny smiles, knowing that his words have resonated with at least one person. He has planted a seed of understanding in Adebayo’s mind, a seed that will hopefully grow into a deeper appreciation for the way of the jaded fist.
Mei’s demonstration
Narrator: While Danny navigates the philosophical depths of the way of the jaded fist with young Adebayo, Mei sets her sights on a different kind of opponent, Mr. Chen, a man blinded by the allure of wealth and social status. But Mei, with her unconventional wisdom and mischievous spirit, has a plan to open his eyes and reveal the true treasures that lie hidden in plain sight.
Narrator: Mr. Chen stares at the box, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Ah, oh, I see my gift has caught your attention. It’s nothing much, just a souvenir from my travels.
Narrator: Mr. Chen, speechless, can only stare as Mei sips her tea, a picture of refined elegance. An elegance that was starting to wear on Mr. Chen.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Ha. Refined enough for you, Mr. Chen?
Narrator / announcer: She takes another sip of tea, her devious eyes even making me, your friendly neighborhood show announcer, nervous. To be frank, yikes.
Narrator: Suddenly, the door bursts open and a group of villagers enters the inn. They are dressed in simple working clothes, their faces weathered by the sun and wind. They spot Mei and immediately surround her, showering her with enthusiastic greetings.
Villagers — multiple voices: Look, gang, Lady Mei Ling. Ah, Mei Ling. Look. It’s Lady Mei Ling. Evening, Lady Mei Ling. How wonderful it is to see you. Us commoners rarely get a glimpse of elegance these days. M- Madame Mei Ling, oh, such an honor. You wouldn’t believe the difference you’ve made in our village, Madame.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Aha. Yes, I would because gracious and humble beings like I are always for the common folk. How are you all liking my latest donations?
Villager: Ah, those new looms you donated. They’ve made such a difference for our families.
Villager: Lady Mei Ling, you’re just so great and perfect.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Ha, yes I am.
Unidentified villager: I’m sure someone like you would want only the most elegant and foreign suitors at your beck and call, hmm?
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: It was my pleasure. And yes, I would never, and I speak for most women in town with money, settle for some common rubble merchant or such in this town. I don’t care if his father’s the richest bloke in the country. Most of us elegant women desire the finer things in life.
Narrator: Mr. Chen, observing the scene, is visibly bewildered. He notices the genuine affection and respect these hardworking people have for Mei.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Mr. Chen, I recently visited a harbor town, um, a month or two ago. Such talented artisans. Their textiles are simply exquisite. Such intricate patterns, such vibrant colors, far superior to anything I’ve seen in the finest shops in Canton. There’s even a young woman who I’d call a genius with the [unclear word].
Mr. Chen: Genius, you say.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: She’s destined to become a wealthy designer. I could see her going far in life.
Mr. Chen: Really now?
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: She may be a commoner now, but the true elegance in her heart will shine through. Such potential. I feel excited just thinking about it.
Mr. Chen: Pray, tell Madame Mei Ling, I beg you. Do you recall the name of this elegant genius hidden among the common- Hmm … driftwood of this place?
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: I believe her name was Lucy or Lee maybe. It were a month or so ago, friend Chen.
Mr. Chen: You’re not talking about Lin?
Mei / Mr. Chen — exchange: Ah. Lin. Lin, that’s what her name was. I’m sorry, friend Chen. Her elegant nature has yet to reach its full potential. Otherwise, I would remember her, see? Ah, yes, of course. But she’ll get there. She will indeed. Uh, soon, I think.
Narrator: Mr. Chen, initially impressed by Mei’s apparent connections, slowly begins to realize the subtext of her statement. He glances at Lin, who is watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and pride.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: It’s a shame that such skilled craftsmen are often overlooked by, mm, uh, certain members of society.
Mr. Chen: Oh, indeed, indeed, Madame Mei Ling.
Narrator: Mei gives Mr. Chen a pointed look, then turns her attention back to the villagers, engaging them in lively conversation.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Ah, yes, you harbor town folk are like an old layman’s recipe for illness. Disgusting and strange to digest, but good for even my own brilliant and elegant soul. But alas, I cannot stay long, friends. I must depart back to my amazing life abroad until I can find some foreigner to settle down with, somewhere in a country far from this place. So long now.
Villagers — multiple voices: Bye, Lady Mei Ling. We love you. Well, so long, Lady Mei. I’ll miss you. Farewell, Lady Mei Ling. Bye now.
Mei as Madame Mei Ling: Bye, you common rubble, you. Excuse me, Mr. Chen, I must take my leave. It’s nice to see a fellow wealthy person. But I must admit, your elegance and luster are not up to standard. Hmm. Good luck with that.
Mr. Chen: How rude. Certainly not the type of woman I see with my son, Kenji. Good evening and good riddance.
Mr. Chen reconsiders
Narrator: Mr. Chen watched Lin interact with the villagers, her smile warm and genuine, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He saw the respect Lady Mei Ling held for her family, a respect born from years of honest labor and unwavering community support. A flicker of doubt, a seed of unease began to take root in his mind. Perhaps, just perhaps, Lin, with her kind heart and connection to the very fabric of their community, was a far better match for Kenji than any spoiled heiress. Perhaps true wealth wasn’t measured in gold, but in the strength of character and the depth of human connection. He watched as Lin, with a gentle touch, helped an elderly woman adjust her shawl. A small act of kindness that spoke volumes. A grudging respect began to dawn on Mr. Chen. Maybe, just maybe, he had been wrong.
Mr. Chen: I would like a word with you tomorrow morning, but not here. Meet me out by the shoreline. I want to speak to you about my son. He seems to care a great deal about you, Lin. And if my son cares about you, then perhaps, perhaps I shouldn’t stand in the way of love. Remember, first thing in the morning. I’ll prepare some breakfast for us both. See you then, Lin. Good evening, everyone.
Celebration
Villagers — multiple voices: Way to go, Ling! Way to go, Mei. I helped too. Indeed, Mei. Bravo on that performance.
Narrator: Mei skips down the stairs of the inn, smiling from ear to ear.
Mei / villagers — exchange: Oh, I can finally take off this wig. Ha. You little rapscallion. Hey! Move, old man. I feel like dancing around. I cannot wait for the ceremony. How do you like me now?
Kenji / villagers — exchange: Thank you so much. We are so excited about our future now. Let it be known that the Jade Lantern Inn goes far and above for its patrons. A true hub for heroes, run by heroes like Mei Ling.
Mei: Hey, it was my pleasure, Kenji. All in a day’s work here at the inn. Like Uncle always says, we’re here to protect and serve our people, our people. Next round of drinks is on the house, everyone.
Andre: Oh, dear.
Credits and next destination
Raymond Getty — show announcer: Way of the Jaded Fist is a Project Zion Theatre original, produced by Desmond Childs and JazzyNe, starring Desmond Childs as Danny Rose and Dominique Cherry as Mei. It looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the family tree, as Danny’s wisdom seems to have rubbed off on his niece. Meanwhile, Danny instills wisdom into a young man, hoping to inspire change. But as he nears his destination, he can’t help but feel uneasy. What is it that has our hero feeling like trouble is just around the corner? Find out next time on Way of the Jaded Fist. I’m Raymond Getty, show announcer speaking. Thanks for listening, and we’ll see you all next time. Take care.
Closing
Production ident: Project Zion Theatre.