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(gentle music)

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(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(brush scraping)

(toilet flushing)

(lid thuds)

(bag rustling)

- Hey.

I probably won't see you again.

I'm checking out today.

I just, I just, I just wanna say thank you for,

for doing, doing my room this week.

I really, really appreciate it.

And I want to give you just a little something,

just a little thank you.

Just a tip.

That's okay, yeah?

Yeah, I don't wanna get you in trouble for sublet,

I, I just thought it was just like

a little thing, just to thank you.

Is that all right?

If it's not just.

- Thank you.

- Hey, it's all good.

Don't, don't mention it.

I'm Leon.

- Hi, Leon.

- Hi.

Oh, I'll let you, I'll let you get back to it.

Yeah.

Thanks again.

It's been all, it's all good.

You have a good one.

(money rustling)

(brooding music)

(knuckles tapping)

- Management.

(nose sniffs)

(lock clicks)

(door clicks)

(door creaks)

(door bangs)

(zipper zipping)

(zipper zipping)

(zipper zipping)

(zipper zipping)

(lid thuds)

(zipper zipping)

(suitcase rustling)

(Charlotte speaks in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Charlotte crying)

(suitcase rustling)

(speaking in foreign language)

(zipper zipping)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Charlotte gasps)

(zipper zipping)

(door knob jiggling)

(door clicks)

(door creaking)

(door bangs)

(lock clicks)

- [James] Mr. Kadiva.

- What?

Oh.

Welcome.

Please.

(ominous music)

- Can I ask you please to.

(lighter clicks)

You won't be needing this will you?

- See the thing is your father buried you in a hole

so deep and so far away from the business

that I don't know if I can help you.

I could give you some advice,

but you're not going to like it.

This isn't your game, yeah?

Your father was a big man, but he buried you in a big hole.

That's damage done.

Hey, this is sad.

This is so sad.

It's heavy, isn't it?

The first piece of art

and how heavy a gun feels in your hands the first time

when you hold one, that's one and a two, I reckon.

You never forget those things.

Man, I would've loved to meet you old man,

but I was just a kid, you know?

And I just know he would let loose on me.

This fucker's got no clue.

(gun bangs)

(Leon panting) (body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- Do not touch him.

I don't want anyone to go near him.

Anyone, anyone to move him.

He is not going anywhere.

I want him to rot on that spot, on that floor,

in this room, in this hotel.

Going to rot.

No one.

No one.

- Let me tell you, 72 hours is a long time

to leave a body at a scene of a crime.

And right now, you've, you've got me jumping

every time the phone rings

because of your father's history, right?

But enough people know about the body and sooner

or later they'll tell enough other people.

And that's what you're missing, Mr. Leon.

Hmm?

You've been doing some painting.

- Sugar, inspector?

- Oh, I carry my own.

Oh, would you look at that?

You're not having one.

- No.

- No.

- I don't drink coffee.

- No, no, that's no good.

(spoon clanging)

Hot and strong.

Now, Leon, you know the answer I'm looking for.

- About the hotel room.

That's my call to make, inspector.

- But why does he have stay in a hotel room?

I mean, don't you understand that

you're just making it harder?

Oh, look for crying out loud.

Why don't you take the lead of every other low life

who has had to dispose of a body, just, you know,

grab a barrel, stick him in the boot,

throw him in the river, use acid.

I don't care.

Look, it, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper

and to, this isn't the way to do business.

I mean, your father-

- Inspector Tanner!

Let me help you.

The one thing I do have in common with my father

is that I also have lots and lots and lots and lots on you.

That nasty business with the Steven's little girl,

I know all about that.

The games you played with the evidence in the case

of the Weir Street shootings, the names, numbers,

and addresses of who you owe

and who owes you for the Boardman job.

My hands are, I'm still on the fingers

of one hand, inspector.

But I, we agree that yes,

I do do things very differently to my father.

I am not by father's son, most of all

in one way, more than any other.

I have a temper.

I know myself, I know I have

and I know that when I get angry,

I stay angry until I do something about it.

That normally means I nearly always

do something about it, inspector?

- Inspector, I need you to understand.

Yes.

Yes.

An urban legend.

If anyone asks an urban legend.

Okay.

Thank you, inspector.

- What did he say?

- An urban legend if anyone asks.

An urban legend, if anyone asks.

- Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

An urban legend.

Well, I can't tell you how to do your job, inspector,

but I appreciate the call.

Drive, please.

- Where's the boss?

(car door clicks)

(car door bangs)

(car door clicks)

(baby crying)

- Excuse me.

- Catherine.

Oh my God.

(door clicks)

(phone ringing)

How are you?

How you been?

- Do you have to get that?

- No, I can ring back.

- You can start tomorrow.

You can even start today.

You know where the lockers are?

- Thank you, thank you.

Let me try again.

- We don't need to talk about that.

Now let's see if we can find you uniform.

Gail, where are those spare uniforms?

I need one.

Gail.

(group chattering)

(baby crying)

(Charlotte sighs)

(brooding music)

(birds chirping)

(car door bangs)

(car engine revving)

(car horn honking)

(water splashing)

(water splashing)

(water splashing)

(toothbrush scraping)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic piano music)

(blinds thud)

(phone ringing)

- So Ms. Scona, please. - Thank you.

(group chattering) (balls clanging)

- Leon.

- Huh? - Are you pretending?

- Huh? - Sometimes guys

pretend when with girls.

- Yeah, they do.

And I really do suck at pool,

and I'm not hustling you

if that's what you mean.

Your turn.

- What's me hustling?

- It means what you just said.

Sometimes guys pretend.

Why do guys do that?

- Because they're a guy.

- Ask an obvious question.

You know, I could have fallen in love

with absolutely anybody.

- How you just say that?

- Okay, so Chinese must be different to English.

We have this thing where you string a bunch

of words together

and that's called saying something.

- It's just there.

- Right.

Oh, listen,

no blood at all, right?

You can't stand a side of like, even a drop, right?

- Why you just ask that?

I should never tell you that.

- I'm, I'm wondering. I'm processing it.

You're a dental nurse that can't stand a sight of blood.

That's a lot for a guy to take in, right?

- Leon, go.

(ominous music)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

(knife clicks)

- Okay, let's do this.

(Hitman grunting)

(hand thuds) (Hitman groaning)

(Hitman grunts)

No blood.

No.

- You're a dead man.

(traffic humming)

(ominous music) (Hitman grunts)

(Hitman grunts)

(traffic humming)

(ominous music) (Hitman panting)

(Hitman groaning)

(both panting)

(Hitman grunts)

(hand thuds) (Hitman groans)

(brooding music)

(traffic humming)

(rain pattering) (thunder rumbling)

(phone ringing)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Douglas] Hello.

Mara.

- I've got you on speaker phone.

- [Douglas] Yeah, sure.

How'd you go? - I'm here.

- He's there with you? - How can I help?

- [Douglas] Oh wow.

That's great.

Just let me go into another room.

Leon, Douglas Fagwa, New Peyton Post.

- I know.

- [Douglas] Okay, look, I just, I just want a few minutes

to understand what, what Nick Kadiva did

to piss you off so badly

that no one from the cops down

has got the balls to touch him

for a full week after he pissed you off so badly.

- Douglas Fagwa from a new Peyton Post,

you've been watching too many movies.

- [Douglas] (sighs) Okay, cool.

Look, Leon, I'm not gonna lie

and say your father was a friend,

but he, he knew who I was.

So did your brother.

I don't know you Leon, but a story like this

it's, it's crash landing a jumbo jet

in the middle of eight lanes of traffic.

People notice, and I'll tell you

what they're seeing right now, Leon,

because they're not gonna be seeing it for too much longer.

The urban legend angle that's what's lit up social media

like a Christmas tree.

But that conversation, it's got an expiry date on it

because sooner or later someone's gonna do the math

if they haven't already.

You plus your family name,

plus a gangland killing,

plus an urban legend about a dead body in a hotel room,

all in the same place at the same time.

(sighs) That hotel room may as well stick

a neon sign out the front.

I don't know.

Maybe that's what you want.

(thunder rumbling)

- Let's start again.

- [Douglas] Sure.

Look, let, let me know what works for you.

- You family, man, Mr. Fagwa?

- [Douglas] I am.

(phone beeps)

- Is that what they're saying?

That it's all in my head.

- It's not in your head.

- [Leon] Let me walk you to your car.

- Fuck you.

I just wanna know where the hell you came from.

- I know.

Go home, Mara.

Go home to your little boy.

- So he's never paid a cent in taxes.

No bank accounts, no assets.

Never been outta the country.

Hmm?

So where's he been all these years?

- Boss.

There is the one lead.

I don't think it's the same guy,

same name, but I don't know.

There's a guy who runs ads in the local-

- He runs what? - Ads.

He teaches piano to beginners.

- Get out, go and get out.

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

("God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")

(group chattering)

- Good morning.

Can I be of assistance please, sir?

- You're the manager. - That's correct.

- [Francis] My card.

- Get out.

Get out before I have security throw you out.

Do you understand?

("God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")

This is something very new for us.

We simply haven't had a need

for a security presence in the past.

And I must admit it, I'm a little bit nervous

about the message it might send.

That's why I asked the agency

that you present in the suit instead of a uniform.

I certainly expect you're familiar with our reputation.

- Oh yeah.

Everybody's heard of this hotel.

- Should I be wondering if we're talking

about the same thing?

- Look, if I'm gonna be working here

for a while, can I ask you one question?

- It's an urban legend.

(brooding music)

(sheet rustling)

(knuckles tapping)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

- Oh, you scared the shit out of me.

Anyway, it's done, boss.

- I've been trying to call you.

- Oh, oh, sorry.

I got hold up talking to Leah on reservations.

Yeah, you know, she's loving what one cheap

and nasty urban legend is doing for business.

Now we should start a rumor there's a dead body in one

of the rooms every time the occupancy rate drops.

What's up with you?

What's the story, boss?

- [James] I wish to God, I'd never got it into my head

to ask you to cover that body.

I think you should sit down.

I'm sorry.

(sheet rustling)

I'm sorry, I didn't even know your father was ill.

(tool whirring) (car horn honking)

(group chattering)

- [Courier] Hi, I'm looking for Catherine.

(traffic humming) (birds chirping)

- I don't what the right way to say this.

I miss my country like a child miss a mother.

That's how much I miss my country.

That's how much I miss my mother too.

(plastic rustling)

(traffic humming) (birds chirping)

- I don't remember them.

I had a brother too.

(car horn honks)

- Don't push yourself here.

There's a ton of sterilization to do

and I'm good for you to stay on

that a little longer if that helps.

(gentle piano music)

(air hissing)

(tool thuds)

(car engine humming)

- Anywhere here is fine.

(birds chirping)

(car door bangs)

(traffic humming) (birds chirping)

(metal clanging)

- Can I, can I ask you a question, question?

How tall do you think he is?

(siren wailing)

(birds chirping)

- I buried your father and your brother

and now I ask that you let me bury this man and end this.

- What happened to Father O'Malley?

- He retired 12 years ago now.

- I used to take organ lessons in that church.

- I understand you're very good.

- Not from Father O'Malley from Sister Stella.

- [Father Morton] I know the name.

- Do you?

She had these little hands all wrong for playing the organ.

I can still see them.

I can still see her playing, how she played.

I was all of 10 years old and she was my first crush.

What is so funny?

- I think it's a great story.

- It's not a story, it's my life, you piece of shit.

(chair thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(Father Morton coughs)

(gun bangs) (head thuds)

(head thudding)

- Nick, Nick.

Oh, fuck.

- That is the path.

Such as it is.

The bullet has passed through an inch of an opening,

which makes the shoot either very good

at what he does or makes him a fluke.

People still use that word.

My son keeps telling me I use words he doesn't understand.

- Huh.

(car door clicks)

(Tanner crying)

(Tanner sniffles)

(Tanner crying)

(Tanner crying)

(Tanner panting)

(Tanner crying)

(Tanner crying)

(traffic humming) (birds chirping)

(group chattering)

- Gail.

Sorry.

Sorry.

(brooding piano music)

(door bangs)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

(lock clicking) (Charlotte crying)

(hand thuds)

(Charlotte crying)

(fist thuds)

(Francis exhales)

(footsteps tapping)

- Sir, sir.

Did you sleep?

- Yes, yes, I was sleeping.

- (chuckles) I'm sorry, my accent.

Not sleep, slip.

Did you fall?

- Hello.

Can I give you my card?

- Sure.

- That, that's me.

That's my name.

I'm Francis.

- Hello, Francis.

(group chattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- Our highest assura.

S-S.

Our highest assu, assura.

Our highest assura.

- Assurance.

Our highest assurance.

- Our highest assurance of the goodness

of provid.

- Providence.

- Providence.

- Our highest assurance of the goodness of providence.

- Our highest assurance of the goodness

of prove, provid.

- Providence.

- Providence.

- That's good.

- Can you read it to me please?

- Our highest assurance of the goodness of providence

seems to me to rest in the flowers.

All other things, our powers, our desires, our food,

are all really necessary

for our existence in the first instance.

But this rose is an extra.

Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life.

Not a condition of it.

It is only goodness, which gives extras.

And so I say again that we have much

to hope from the flowers.

- Wait.

Hey, hey, stop.

(Francis chattering)

No, no!

Miss, hey.

I think these are for you.

- Oh, thank you.

- It's all right.

Thought you could use some flowers today.

- Thanks. - It's all right.

Have a good one.

- Thanks.

You too.

(Charlotte crying)

- I wish my English is better.

In China, we say that

the people you meet in life

is like someone knocks on your door.

You will feel differently

if someone knocks on your door and it is daytime

or if there's a knock and it is dark outside.

You'll feel maybe excited if this day,

but not if it's night, right?

(panting) I wish I could explain better.

(Charlotte gasps)

(Charlotte crying)

(Charlotte crying)

(Charlotte crying)

(door bangs)

(knuckles tapping)

- It is open.

(door clicks) (birds chirping)

(door bangs)

(knuckles pounding)

It's fucking open!

(door clicks)

Can I help you, sir?

Sir, can I help you?

Sir, this is a staff entrance.

Are you a guest here?

Look sir, if you wanna go around the front, the lobby.

Fuck.

Man, what the fuck?

What's the story?

- You, you tell me.

How about the one about the girl with very little English

and a guy who does not even know she exists

because guys like him don't notice girls like her.

Do they, Reece?

Until the day he, he did notice her.

And he noticed her doing something just a,

just a little bit stupid at work one day.

But he promised not to say anything

'cause if he did, that would've cost her, her job, her visa,

her, her very chance of a new life, you might say.

That's the part I like the best.

The fact that he was considerate enough

to point all those things out.

But he never said a word just as long as

she did what she was told.

And I would hate to think that you are going to go

to your death thinking she ever said a word to anybody.

(liquid splashing)

It's not fair.

It's not fair at all.

And I'll tell you why it's not fair.

Because if I blow you away right now,

(Reece whimpering)

'cause you threw coffee at me,

not because of what you did to her.

That is not fair.

(Reece whimpering)

(Reece crying)

(Reece crying)

(gun bangs)

(door clicks)

(lips smack)

- I need to know how you found out.

If you did, someone else will.

- No one else will.

- Nobody knows.

My own family, do you understand,

didn't know that I had a child?

Nick Kadiva didn't know.

No one knows.

- I reckon I know what she's up to.

I have no idea where she goes.

But I can find out if I really want to.

That's easy.

If you are interested.

She's a good chick.

But she's kind of outta work at the moment,

if you know what I mean.

She was Nick's girl.

No, Nick, no job.

- What are you afraid of?

- Everything.

The whole world.

This world, this life.

It's not what I want for him.

It's like my hands are covered in cuts

from hiding him away for so long.

- I've got an idea.

- What?

- Well, you obviously don't trust me.

So let's say you pull that gun outta the handbag,

you're gripping right now

and blow me away just to be safe.

Oh, and here's the good bit.

Make sure everybody knows that no one touches the body.

Leave me right about say just there.

Hmm?

- You're strange.

I like strange.

- Sorry, you're not my type.

- You are such an arrogant fuck.

- I got bills to pay.

- Of course you have.

Coffee? - No.

- Do you mind if I have one? - Sure.

Are you cool if I smoke?

Are you cool or what?

You gonna hit me with this stuff will kill you.

(head thuds) (hot water fizzing)

(Sav groaning)

(spray hissing)

(group chattering)

(mother speaks in foreign language)

(clipboard thuds) (Charlotte gasps)

(Charlotte speaking in foreign language)

(brooding music)

(footsteps tapping)

- I, I rang the doorbell.

- [Leon] Did you?

- I, I, I rang you yesterday

because your father knew my father.

- Did he?

Francis, right?

- Francesca.

Uh, Francis, yes.

Hi.

- Hello, Francis.

- We went to school together.

- Mm-hmm.

- I was one year younger than you.

I know you don't remember me.

You were like my biggest hero.

Yeah.

You always had the most fashionable hair.

- You're right, I don't remember you.

- Oh, okay.

- Francis, what do you want?

- I just,

I, I just wanted to tell you

that I, I know how smart you are.

I can see it.

I, I know what you're doing.

Leaving that Nick guy out there.

Everyone is so scared of you now.

That's, that's so smart.

Can you help me please?

I know you've been away for a long time.

Your father helped my father.

We do all the funerals.

We're the biggest.

We're very rich.

My brothers work with my father, but I'm not allowed to.

I'm not smart enough.

Please help me.

(brooding music)

If you let me bury him.

If you let me do the funeral, it'll make my dad happy.

And maybe he'll let me work

with him like my brothers.

Please.

Everyone is wondering when he'll be buried.

If I get the funeral-

- Francis.

It's finished.

It's done.

He's gone.

- No, we're almost the same age.

Your father died and now you're king.

My father hates me.

- Francis, the body, it isn't there anymore.

- That's not true.

Why are you lying to me?

- I don't lie.

- Why won't you help me?

- You're about a day too late.

I'm so sorry.

- [Francis] You're smart.

You wouldn't let them take it.

- That's for me to deal with.

- You're lying!

Why won't you help me?

(gun clicks)

- Heavy, isn't it?

Your first hit.

And the weight of a gun,

the first time you hold one in your hand.

That's one and two, I reckon.

You never forget those things.

(gun bangs)

(Leon panting)

(Leon panting)

(bag thuds)

(body thuds)

(Leon panting)

(gun clanging)

(Leon panting)

(Leon panting)

(brooding piano music)

(gentle piano music)

(dramatic piano music)

(brooding piano music)

(nose sniffs)

(Catherine screaming)

- What the fuck?

Shut up!

What the fuck are you doing?

Shut up, shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up.

(Catherine screaming)

Shut up.

What is your problem?

Shh, shh.

(Catherine screaming)

Shut up, shut up.

Why are you screaming?

- Come on, Reece. - Shut up.

- Hey. - I didn't do anything.

- What are you doing? - She's fucking screaming

for no reason. - What did you do to her?

- I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, okay?

- Then why is she screaming? - Like I would do anything!

- Why is she screaming? - For fuck sakes!

- Hey. - I didn't do anything!

What the fucks your problem?

- Hey. - Who the fuck is this?

- Get off her. - Fuck sakes.

- Mara, help her.

- Fucking, what the fuck's your problem?

Dude, she just started screaming for no reason, all right?

- What the fuck is going on? - I didn't do anything to her.

Fuck, fuck, dude, fuck dude,

fuck dude, put the fucking gun away for fuck sake.

I didn't touch her dude.

She started screaming for no fucking reason.

(Catherine wailing)

Oh, fuck dude.

- Hey! - Fuck, fuck!

- Get over there!

You tell me. - Dude.

- [Kadiva] What are you doing?

What did you do? (grunts)

- [Reece] Dude, I didn't do anything.

- [Kadiva] Fuck.

Why did you?

- [Reece] I didn't touch her, dude.

She just... Why is she screaming?

- [Reece] I don't fucking know.

She just started screaming for no reason.

- Is there anything I can do? - It's all right.

- Are you sure you didn't... I didn't touch her!

I didn't fucking touch her! - Hey!

All right. - Doc.

- [Doc] She gonna be all right?

- She okay?

(Kadiva grunting)

- [James] Stop it.

- I didn't touch her, man.

I didn't fucking touch her.

She started yelling for no fucking reason.

- I'm gonna take care of her.

It's okay.

Come on.

It's all right.

You're gonna be okay.

- I'm okay.

Thank you.

(brooding piano music)

(Leon panting)

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm a nurse.

I'll get you help.

You'll be fine.

(Leon panting)

(dramatic piano music)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(bag thuds) (toy rattling)

(door creaking)