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Excusez-moi, madame.

L'air est un peu sec.

Vous auriez du beau malheur.

Voilà, madame.

Do you need anything?

No, I'm fine.

Breakfast, ma'am?

You can leave it in the living room.

How long have you been working here?

Six months.

And you like it?

Yes.

Why?

Why what?

Why do you like it?

Well, we work long hours, but it pays pretty good and the hotel is beautiful.

What about the clientele?

What about them?

Are they to your taste?

Well, I like to put myself at the guest's disposal.

So, first impressions.

I see there's already an issue.

I surprised one of your waiters peering into my bathroom this morning.

I was taking my shower.

And yet, he's one of my best.

What can I say?

He succumbed to your charms.

Are you trying to flatter me?

Yes.

Though I see you're not very receptive.

I'm like everyone.

I like flattery, but only when it's free.

The problem with the waiter will be dealt with immediately,...

...but forgive me for saying this is just a detail.

Really?

Yes.

A detail that some clients appreciate, by the way.

And you know that, right?

Like you, I was quality control years ago.

A shark, as they call us.

I know how you'll dissect my work, rate clients' satisfaction.

But please, be my guest.

The group asked me to undertake a full renovation in this wing, without shutting down the establishment.

Listen.

Wild, isn't it?

Almost complete silence.

We've received not one single complaint, not one comment, nothing.

It's as if none of this existed.

Oh.

The Italian Mrs. is here.

And if you're not here, please leave.

- Reached. - Thank you.

I'd like to visit the Wong Tai Sin Temple tomorrow morning.

Fine, ma'am, but I must inform you that there

are a lot of tourists at this time of year.

I imagine that you would prefer not to wait in line at the entrance.

No, not in this heat.

Of course not.

I'd also like to see the Bronze Pavilion.

But I hear it's only open to men.

I'll take care of that, Miss Arnold.

Blue lobster meat, spring onions, bean sprouts sautéed in a sesame cream, complemented by a hint of wasabi, all slow-cooked in a traditional broth.

And what's that?

The chef took the liberty of adding a mango emulsion.

He knows how fond of them you are.

Would you like to have a drink, madam?

Sparkling water.

Lemon and ice?

Your water, madam.

One, airport pickup.

Punctuality, affability, discretion.

Rating, green.

Two, transportation.

Sedan, irreproachable.

Light jasmine scent, nothing too strong.

Ideal temperature.

One downside, the driving was abrupt.

Jerky at times, slight feeling of discomfort.

Rating, orange.

Three, hotel arrival.

The staff was precise, efficient, and quick.

Rating, green.

Hello? Yes?

Who's on the phone?

It's me.

Oh, you called me?

No, you're the one calling me.

Oh, yes, yes.

Sorry, I didn't wake up well.

How are you?

Where are you?

In Hong Kong.

Oh. Is Hong Kong beautiful?

Yes, it's very beautiful.

Do you see things over there?

The hotel, above all.

Oh, no.

No, not this time, please.

You live in luxury, it's a dream life.

Enjoy, my dear.

- Stop. - No, you.

Enjoy everything.

Your smells, your colors.

There may be sublime flowers.

Wait until you see what I'm gonna do to you tonight.

Sorry.

Feels a little cramped here.

Are we in your way?

No, I like listening to conversations I'm not meant to hear.

Which I hear often since I travel alone.

Are you French?

Yes.

I love your accent.

Is this your first time here?

Excuse me, my card is demagnetized.

I'll take care of it.

This is the second time.

I'm in a rush.

Sorry about that, ma'am.

Are you having a bad day?

We can use mine.

Yours doesn't give me access to where I must go.

But thank you.

See you around.

So what can you tell me about service?

Well, many things.

You see that girl?

Lin is terrible at math.

She needs to recount every time to get it right.

...demands and is committed to offering a telemed response, including special privileges.

Predominant sensation, understanding, respect.

Rating green.

It's cold in my suite.

I tried to raise the temperature, but it doesn't work.

I'm so sorry about that.

What is the thermostat at?

21 degrees.

I'll send the technician straight up.

Excuse me.

Sorry, sir.

That's not allowed.

They make you do everything in this hotel.

I don't work for the hotel.

I work for the group that owns the hotel.

Ah.

How about you?

I'm a frequent international traveler.

FIT.

Isn't that what you call your most prized customers?

The rules apply to them as well.

Why are you smiling?

We seem to be a sticker for rules, but you don't always follow them, do you?

Tell me something.

What goes on in the head of a man in front of a closed

door when he doesn't really know if he's wanted?

If you open the door, you're either transgressing or fulfilling someone's desire.

I don't know.

I've never been in that situation.

But you have an imagination?

Depends who's behind the door, I guess.

May I?

Now let's review the latest FITs, please.

We have a lot of regular customers at the moment. 35%.

Miss Jane Duan is here.

- The Designer. - We have a designer.

Note that she now travels alone.

She's separated from her former assistant with whom she was involved.

She has her dog.

We usually don't allow them, but let's have the chef prepare meals for the dog, too, please.

Got it.

We also have Mr Kwan, who's here for work.

We know him very well.

He's an ogre.

He likes it all, wants it all, and all is never enough.

Let's surround him with staff and spoil him so he forgets to ask for too much.

And who is he?

Kei Shinohara.

His file is empty.

A man who cultivates anonymity.

We know nothing about him.

He stays with us regularly.

As usual, we gave him room 2701.

As usual, he won't sleep in it.

- Ever? - Never.

What are you looking for?

Excuse me?

I was observing your gaze.

You know I need two types of guests for cooking.

Concurrent luxury hotels.

Those on the prowl and those on the run.

And I'm on the run.

I came to Hong Kong with the director.

You must have seen her.

She's tall, very short, dark hair and a beauty spot right here.

Ring a bell.

I don't think so.

Well, if you do run into her, don't tell her.

She hates not being noticed.

What is it that you do?

I'm sorry.

I don't think I introduced myself, did I?

Everyone calls me Sir John.

I'm a producer.

I'm here to shoot a commercial for Selecto.

Do you know what Selecto is?

No.

It's a yogurt.

Not a perfume.

My director needs to be reminded of this.

She thinks she's an auteur.

If you cannot stand this woman, why did you choose her?

That is an excellent question.

The problem, I'm afraid, is a little bit of my own making.

I hired her for her first job, so I monetized her ascension.

And she has since become a vital player and a very arrogant one at that.

She just wants to be desired.

But desire ebbs and flows.

It evolves.

It wears off, too.

Let me guess.

You work in finance?

Exactly.

Congratulations.

You know how I knew.

I sense a kind of stiffness.

A self-assurance and a slight irony.

It's a blend often found in the realm of finance.

Oh.

Don't take it badly.

Excuse me.

We received your report.

Green. More green.

The Roseville's results are excellent.

As of today, any adjustments made would be minor.

If the problem isn't functional, then the overall vision must be deficient.

- You mean management? - Yes.

Margot Parson.

She's been with the group for a very long time.

What should I do with her?

We dropped a spot on the merchant.

Can't transfer her.

Firing her would cost us dearly.

So we're counting on you.

You want me to find a glitch?

Ideally, gross misconduct.

I'll look.

No one's perfect.

When you seek, you find.

It's not too hard here to read.

That's why my feet are in the water.

I like the sun on my skin.

And...

...stones likely burn in my pot.

Do you come here often?

Yeah.

I live nearby.

And what do you do?

For a living?

Yes, for a living.

Student in literature.

You don't believe me?

This is certainly a beautiful country.

In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.

A perfect methanthropist's heaven.

And Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

When you keep reading the first pages, you end up memorizing them.

I think I deserve a diploma.

I can read to you in a comic place if you want to know what happens next.

Better than a bedroom, isn't it?

You know what I like here?

The idea of being sane.

Even if no one usually comes here.

Usually.

I liked it when you were watching me.

It made it more intense to fill your eyes on me.

You like danger.

Don't you?

Actually, Margot told me to steer clear of you.

You two speak often?

We speak sometimes.

She was right to warn you about me.

Why?

Because this kind of behavior is tolerated but not allowed.

What's the difference?

The risk.

Do you get pleasure?

Why wouldn't I?

You always try to pigeonhole everything and everyone, don't you?

This is my luxury.

Pleasure when I want it.

Where I want it.

It's perhaps the only luxury people can offer themselves as much as they want.

That's why they always try to forbid it.

Don't you think?

Sit.

Go on.

I want you to keep looking at me.

Go on.

Take your time.

Let yourself go.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Please.

Stay with me.

What do you do?

Who do you work for?

Why don't you sleep at the hotel?

What do you do at night?

Why don't we know anything about you?

Is this an interrogation?

By the book.

And why should I answer?

Because I can't stop thinking about you.

I'm an engineer at EOW, a company that builds containment dams to fight flooding.

And since there's more and more of that, my skills have increased in value.

The end of the world does have its perks.

I travel all the time to different places, depending on the assignment.

I say that I live in New York, though I haven't been there in ages.

I'm here to conduct a study on the Pearl River's water levels.

I don't sleep at the hotel because I don't feel like it,...

...but I let the company pay for my room and for my coffee...

...because the more I cost them, the more I'm worth to them.

Oh, that's how a person's worth is defined.

You should know better than me.

It's curious.

I get the impression the more you answer, the less I know.

Because you don't know how to ask?

Okay.

Tell me about the airplane.

What were you thinking when you were waiting for that man?

I was absorbed by the wait, by the suspense.

You need more than desire to take that step.

You need courage, too.

Were you scared? Were you thinking of him?

No.

I was wondering whether he'd respond to the invitation.

A matter of pride.

So you were thinking of yourself?

Yes, perhaps.

How did it begin?

Did you jerk him off to get him excited?

No. It was already hard.

Did you like his cock?

I liked his cock.

I didn't see it right away.

I turned to the wall, I lifted up my dress, pulled my underwear aside so he could check me.

And then I could feel his cock.

I thought it resembled him.

Thick-set.

Decisive.

Are there any other details you can remember?

No.

His shoes were perfectly polished.

But his fingernails were bitten to the quick.

His fingers clutched my skin too tightly.

It almost hurt.

And his smell?

At first I couldn't catch it.

Then at one point when he was inside me, I got a whiff of his scent.

A bit peppery.

His hands became clammy.

His perspiration gave off that spicy smell.

Was it unpleasant?

No.

Alive.

Did he speak?

No.

He whispered so he wouldn't be heard.

And what did he whisper?

Take it all.

Take it all the way.

And then he quickened the pace.

His body kept banging against mine, making a repetitive tempo.

I felt his damp skin, his hard breath on my

shoulder blades, to the rhythm of his thrusting.

And the noise?

Always the same.

It was like the sound of a train or a machine operating full speed.

Then it went faster and faster.

My hip slammed against the sink.

He didn't even notice.

Totally concentrated on my ass and his hard penis.

Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck.

Until he came.

I was so scared.

It only lasted a few minutes.

Were you counting?

Maybe I was.

Maybe I was.

You only talk about him.

Because I have nothing else to say.

When you came out, your face was different.

Your eyes were sad.

You looked empty.

It has nothing to do with him.

The sadness is mine.

I have to go.

All right.

I was so surprised when Mr. Heathcliff suddenly dies.

And then the story goes on.

Well, it wasn't expected, but as of now they're estimating 90 kilometer winds.

Is that strong?

Manageable.

Oh, excuse me a minute.

Hello, my friends.

- How are we? - Great, thanks.

You're in luck.

It's no longer the season, but as of now, you

are going to be able to watch a real live storm.

When they come in late like this, they call them Dauntless,...

...and Dauntless are thieves.

They suck up everything they can into the sky.

- You put away your belongings, right? - Yeah.

Oh, perfect.

Please, come this way.

Let's go.

Have a seat.

Is this Dauntless?

Is it dangerous?

No, not at all.

It's just a beautiful spectacle.

I've never heard of Dauntless.

They exist only here.

Here at the Rosefield?

Correct.

You'll see, I'm not lying.

They sweep up everything in their path.

Have a seat.

I hope you like the dark.

You should go check the wing that's being renovated.

The problem comes from there.

How do you know?

Because I know.

Ladies and gentlemen, the lights will be back up in just a minute, but in the

meantime, I want to tell you a quick story about our wonderful, famous chef,

Maître Zhao.

He once asked me to taste his dishes with my eyes closed so that I could concentrate on the flavor and only the flavor.

Though I hate to admit it, he was right.

So please, see for yourselves.

The lights will be back on in just a moment.

Thank you.

It's a deluge.

All the tarps have blown off.

I'm gonna need your help tonight.

Hurry up, please.

Stop.

It's too sad.

Can you sing something more?

Wait!

You're going out in this weather?

Do you want a car?

I think the storm's lighting up, but...

Thank you.

You should stay.

You should get out.

I can feel it.

It's so much fun.

Yeah.

Look at me when I pressure you.

How long will it take?

I don't know. Maybe a week.

I don't know.

Why won't you look at me?

Why won't you look at me?

I'm on my knees in front of you.

I can't.

I'll tell you.

You do like it.

You like it?

When did it fall?

When did it fall?

Your skin is shivering.

Skin always tells the truth.

Skin always tells the truth.

We have company.

See you soon.

Did you like what you saw?

Is it a game?

You could call it that, if you like.

I buy myself the only thing I can't have.

Their indifference.

Everyone is only interested in me for the wrong reasons.

Which ones?

I'm handsome.

I'm rich. Powerful.

But they don't care about me.

They care about what they don't want to see.

About what's inside.

But you...

You're different.

You look beyond appearances.

You see me as I am.

Allow me to pleasure you.

What?

Why not?

The night is ours.

Let's enjoy it.

I'm good at it.

If something stops you, what is it?

I'd like to hear it.

- I'd just... - Say it.

And this is where you suddenly decide to leave me again.

Exactly.

Good night, sir.

You

know the group and its high standards.

The hotel was hit by a storm.

We're aware of that, but what's the connection?

Miss Barson is very diligent and very...

She's responsible for the Roseville Palace and for its downgrading in the industry's most important ranking list.

And you are responsible for rectifying the problem.

Did you find the glitch? Or not?

Not yet.

So we have a problem.

I just need time.

You do know that in our industry no one has any time to spare.

I'll send you my review as soon as possible.

By tomorrow.

I wish you an excellent day.

You too.

What a warm relationship.

I've never seen you anything like this.

I always take it with me, but never wear it.

Why not?

Never had the right occasion.

Look how I can create the right occasion.

See?

I know why you keep them.

Why?

Because they are free.

Despite your heirs, you and I come from the same place.

Perhaps.

And we're afraid of going back.

Always.

I often tell myself I'm going to stop this work when I feel like it.

I'm one of the ones who does this by choice.

Later I just move on to something else.

At least that's what I tell myself now.

I could be a coach, right?

What would you coach?

Everything.

I have my own science.

You do me good.

What are you doing?

So you'll think about me.

The photographer plans to take pictures of the couple by the pool.

So I suggest we close the pool bar for about 15 minutes.

And what time precisely?

That demands preparation.

3pm? It's 5pm.

We'll try our best.

But it's very last minute.

Thanks. Perfect.

Thank you everyone.

Have a great day.

Awesome.

Are you enjoying your time here?

Why? Does my presence disturb you?

No. On the contrary.

I'm getting used to it.

But you have prolonged your time here, so I was wondering...

Are you still searching for some fundamental flaw that doesn't actually exist?

Or have you, to everyone's surprise, decided to enjoy yourself?

What exactly are you looking for?

The very enigmatic Mr. Kei Shinohara.

We saw him early this morning.

What can you tell me about him?

This guy is really good at avoiding us.

We never really see his face.

You see?

Neither there, nor there.

Let me try something else.

2701, right?

What?

Usually the magnetic key gives us a glimpse into each guest's habits.

They come looking for adventure, a change of scenery,

but they end up doing the same things every day.

But this guy has no routine.

He appears, disappears, reappears.

Anywhere.

You're chasing after a ghost.

These clients never sleep here.

It's always clean.

Nothing much to do.

So you can leave now, thank you.

Were you waiting for me?

You disappeared.

I had work.

The water's rising.

Why are you smiling?

I had an interesting day today.

How so?

I visited room 2701.

What was it like?

Stimulating.

You want one?

Keep it.

Help me.

I didn't know she was here.

Is she looking at me?

Back of the room, white dress?

No, none at all.

Do you know what she had me do today?

She made me swap containers for another brand.

I had to glue our wrappers onto theirs.

She says she likes to shake better.

What are you going to do?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I won't play her little games.

You know the Fenwick.

No.

It's not mine.

It's funny.

I thought it was just a legend.

And people call it the Bride-to-Be Bar because of a custom practice there.

And it's reserved for an extremely rich clientele who all bring diamonds.

Real diamonds.

They say they line them up on the bar in front of the girls based on order of size and carat.

And each girl can keep as many as she can swallow.

Of course it's dangerous.

Diamonds are composed of pure carbon like graphite.

It's insoluble in acid, insoluble and very sharp because each one is a bevel cut.

So the larger and more expensive the diamond, the more dangerous.

And then they say the girls wear the diamonds on their fingers as rings.

Like trophies.

Proof of their courage.

Or their venality.

Do you think it's true?

Perhaps.

I would like to go and find out.

Me too, but... But what?

I'm afraid.

What a delicious feeling.

Yes?

Hello, Miss Arne.

From whom?

I don't know.

Hey, Miss Farson, where is she?

Sorry, ma'am, I don't know.

I was expecting you.

You kicked Zelda out of the hotel.

Who?

Come on.

Please take note for your report.

I was informed of the presence of escorts at the pool.

Young men and women pretending to be guests selling their services.

I told them to vacate the premises.

You definitely condone the network of escorts.

- How far did you go to prove it? - Far.

Out of pure professionalism.

Who can tell?

You know what I did when I first got here?

I changed the background music.

The house is very special.

Ti-ta-ti-ta-ta.

It took a long time to find it.

I wanted a melody that imposes a rhythm, but discreetly.

Ti-ta-ti-ta-ta.

That's how everyone walks here.

It may seem like the music accompanies the step, but no.

It guides it.

The guests arrive, and suddenly...

Ti-ta-ti-ta-ta.

They slow down.

We gently lead you to the tea room.

The smell of pastries wets your appetite.

You're hungry.

You sit down.

You order.

And through the bay window, your eyes embrace the landscape.

The exotic flora reminds you.

You're traveling.

One bite of pastry.

The sugar melts in your mouth, releasing dopamine.

And then, a young man or woman passes by.

With the same slow gait.

Ti-ta-ti-ta-ta.

Heading to the pool.

Their swaying step rouses your desire.

A slight shiver down your spine.

And the sun warms your spirit.

You move to the pool chair.

And the music...

The music has stopped, but it lingers in your head.

Like a countdown.

Ti-ta-ti-ta-ta.

You put one foot in the water.

You order a drink to conquer the last inhibitions.

And the pleasure is already there through every pore of your skin.

It holds the client captive.

The client gets up.

And follows the escort.

So, yes, the practice is tolerated here.

But not authorized.

I was a shark, too.

I know what it is when the animal moves in for the kill.

How proud you are of your little music.

No, I'm not.

I'm the architect of the system.

They made me do it.

And they expect us to fight.

But I...

I won't.

Because I don't want to.

Hey, can we go to this place?

The Fenwick?

Do you know this place?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get in, get in.

Sorry, we are blocked.

It's there.

What?

The Fenwick?

- There? - Yes, yes.

- Here. - You sure?

In that building.

Hey, what do you have there?

- Sweets? - No.

- Almonds? - No, no, I'm...

- Coco? - I'm not hungry.

I'm looking for a place called Fenwick.

Do you know where it is?

No English. Fenwick?

You just talked in English.

Excuse me?

Yes?

Is the Fenwick here?

I don't know.

It's not somewhere here?

I don't know.

Sorry.

Do you know this place, Fenwick?

No.

Do you know this place?

Have you been there?

Yes, I have.

But this is not a place you can go in and out.

But he has a lighter.

So what? What's wrong with me?

Here?

Hey, Plese, can you come back?

Hello.

What you want.

I'm looking for one of your customers.

Sorry.

Please. Just...

Who are you looking for?

Keishii Noara.

You have no right to be here.

And you will never talk about this place.

Open the door.

So you got out?

At your invitation.

And you came to be polite?

Or to flee the hotel like you?

I'm surprised they let you in.

I gave you a name.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Why is that club underground?

Imagine it isn't legal.

For cheaters.

Card counters.

That place is all they have left.

What about you?

Me?

I go for the atmosphere.

Everyone's playing with an eye on the person next to them.

That's what I like about it.

I never saw you so alive.

But I can't tell if you go there to win or to burn it all.

Or just for the thrill.

When was the last time you had sex?

Two?

Maybe three years ago?

I can't remember.

You're impotent?

I've run out of desire.

I don't eat.

I don't sleep.

I build dams knowing full well that the ocean will end up winning.

So now it's your turn to talk about sadness.

Yeah, I guess it is.

You start early tomorrow?

No?

No.

Crisis management optimal.

Rating, green.

Marco Parsons' overall management and competence optimal.

Rating, green.

You're getting yourself fired?

Yes.

You're leaving everything?

On a whim?

Does that surprise you?

Yeah.

Do you know what you'll do next?

Does that scare you?

It terrifies me.

What are you doing?

Celebration.

Be careful, it's strong.

Don't drink it too fast.

When do you leave?

In a few hours.

Until then, I have nothing planned.

What do you do with your nights when you don't gamble?

I wander around.

I like the useless hours that I spend here.

Do you want me to show you?

Can I have your number?

Why, are you going to call me?

No.

I know all red lights and run through leave Control.

You can keep them.

Come with me.

First time?

Yes.

It wasn't on the floor.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

I went in your bath and I drank the water.

I tasted of you.

This is pretty.

What?

This is not the best one.

You will remember.

Today, I won the first prize.

Congratulations.

You have seen her before.

You will remember.

You will remember.

Are you a woman?

Why?

Do you like her?

Yes. She is so thin.

She is so pretty.

She is a woman.

She is not interested.

Then...

What is she interested in?

What are you talking about?

You.

She finds you very attractive.

She wants to sleep with you.

And he told you just like that?

Yes.

What do you think?

That's your decision?

I won't go without you.

I do what I do.

And you do what you do.

Tell him to come closer.

Come closer.

Give him a kiss on his head.

He will inspirational.

Tell him to take off my underwear.

Tell him to lick up what.

Do you like that?

Yes.

Tell him to lick my nipple.

And that?

Do you like that?

Yes.

It turns me on.

Tell him to put his hands between my thighs.

Do you want more?

Yes.

Yes, I want it!

I think you need to lick her now.