Original subtitles

(boat horn blows)

(vehicle approaching)

MEGAN: I've got myself into something.

The way things are, I'm not sure I'm gonna see you again.

I wish things had been different,

that we could have had more time,

that you came here, that you could have

seen how...

how beautiful it is and...

seen the sunset over Po Toi O Bay.

Oh, God.

Look, I have to go. I'm so sorry.

And I... I... I love you.

(speaking Cantonese)

Go back. Turn around.

-Oh, come on. -Go back.

(sighing)

(tires screeching)

(car alarm blaring)

(students chattering)

All right, settle down. Thank you, everybody.

Now, as a special treat today,

we will be delving into my own crime against humanity.

(students chuckle)

And, yes, I do get paid for every copy sold,

so I'm hoping that you all purchased it at full price.

Do nations exist?

Well, if they don't,

then someone should probably notify the U.N.

(laughter)

Oh, they're awake. Welcome back, everybody.

MALE STUDENT: Nations are imagined.

They only exist in our minds.

Nations are imagined.

Well, at least somebody has been reading the correct literature.

Well done.

I mean, surely, a group of people

claiming to be a cohesive whole

is, at best, a lie agreed upon.

Mr. Mulray, there's someone to see you.

Tell them they'll have to wait.

It's important.

-Mr. Mulray. -Ah, yes?

Yeah, your wife's Megan Harris?

That's right.

Yeah, Harris, that's her maiden name?

Yes. What-What's this about?

Would you like to sit down?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

Um, why don't you tell me why you're here?

We've been talking to the consulate in Hong Kong.

They've been trying to reach you on your mobile.

Your wife, it seems... She's been in an accident.

Accident? What kind of accident?

She passed away this morning.

I'm sorry.

(laughter and indistinct chatter)

Sorry, you'll have to excuse me. I just need to, um...

(students chattering)

-(thud) -(students gasp)

♪ ♪

EMMA: Mum thinks I should go with you.

There's going to be a lot to organize out there.

You do know what you've got to do, don't you?

Jonah. Jonah.

Yeah? Sorry.

When you get there, you need to go to the consulate.

Sally Porter.

I've written the address down with your travel documents.

I thought I was going... straight to identify her.

She'll take you.

You need someone there, Jonah.

-I'm coming with you. -No, no, no.

(pills rattling)

You've got the kids. I'll be fine.

-What's that? -Valium.

For the flight. I just don't trust planes.

Try not to worry.

The safest way to travel.

Hmm.

What am I gonna do without her?

(P.A. chimes)

(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(sighs)

(woman speaking Cantonese over P.A.)

Uh, I-I need to go to the consulate.

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me. Hey!

(man speaking Cantonese over radio)

(protesters shouting)

What's going on?

DRIVER: The students are protesting

against Xiadong Xo.

He's a big businessman here.

He's, uh, running for chief executive.

(shouting)

(cheering)

(phone ringing)

WOMAN: Good afternoon. Consulate in Hong Kong.

I've got a Jonah Mulray waiting for you in reception.

WOMAN 2: This contract is worth

millions of pounds, and our investors...

Are you sure you want to go?

-I know that. -SALLY: Uh, yeah.

It's fine. Excuse me.

Yes, well, I do try to, but you...

Mr. Mulray?

Sally Porter, Second Secretary. I'm so sorry I'm late.

There should be a car waiting for us outside.

I'm sorry you have to do this so soon after landing.

JONAH: I'm very sorry to put you out like this.

SALLY: It's my job, Mr. Mulray.

-Hong Kong can be confusing. -I've never been before.

She's spent half her life out here.

More, probably.

Every few weeks she'd be gone.

I always promised

I would come out and visit her, but...

...never did.

I'm very sorry.

Hi, we're here for the formal identification of Megan Harris.

MAN: Thank you.

Do you want me to come in with you?

No, it's fine.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(car horns honking)

Her car was discovered at Tai Po.

It's a mountain road. It's also an accident black spot.

It seems a vehicle

came out of the junction too fast.

She was blindsided by the collision.

Uh... we'll be able to, uh,

find out the details with the pathologists.

It seems likely she was killed on impact.

Uh, it was instantaneous.

(gagging)

(groans)

(sniffs)

(catching breath)

(man speaking Cantonese in distance)

Mr. Mulray?

JONAH: That's Megan.

-Who's that? -Please come this way.

Why is there...? Why is he...?

Who was that?

Why was that man looking at pictures of my wife?

-Please, Mr. Mulray. -Is he the driver?

-Is he the driver? -Please.

Answer my question!

-Please, Mr. Mulray! -(room quiets)

Calm down.

(plastic bag rustling)

Your wife's possessions.

Everything from the car is inside.

There's a purse, her keys, some makeup.

Two mobile phones.

I suggest you go back to the hotel and get some rest.

My contact details are on there.

I'll call you when the pathologist

releases your wife's body.

(car horn honks in distance)

(horns honking)

(man speaking Cantonese)

(siren wailing)

♪ ♪

Why are you following me?

I... I saw you in the police station.

They wouldn't tell me who you are. I...

You're Jonah.

How do you know my name?

Who are you?

My name is David Chen.

I'm Megan's husband.

Hey. Hey!

Hey.

This is fucking...

You're a... you're a liar.

See for yourself.

Am I lying?

I don't... I don't understand.

This is...

Why did they give this to me?

Because I didn't want them.

-We were married. -You were married?

How long you were married?

Three years.

Then she wasn't your wife.

20 years this April.

Smoke?

So, I was...

When I first met her, she had been married to you

for 15 years?

Why? Why would she...

I don't know.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

How long have you known? How long?

Megan's dead.

Why do you want us to talk about this?

I'm just trying to understand.

I mean, you've just told me my wife

has been married to you for 20 years.

I'm trying,

trying to understand.

After her company start sending her

to England every few weeks, she changed.

A few months ago, she came back from London,

fell asleep on the sofa.

And when I unpacked her suitcase, I found a book.

Jane Eyre.

It was signed, "Always, Jonah."

I put the book back.

She never knew I saw it.

(exhales)

I feel... I just feel...

Why aren't you angry?

What's the point?

She's gone.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

You have a phone?

Yeah, but it-it... The battery's dead. This...

There's my details. Just in case...

...in case we need to talk about arrangements.

♪ ♪

(man speaking Cantonese)

(both speaking Cantonese)

(indistinct radio transmission)

♪ ♪

(speaking Cantonese)

(man grunts)

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

(speaking Cantonese)

(Lau speaking Cantonese)

(handcuffs click)

(thunder rumbling)

(boat horn blows)

-MEGAN: Is this a first edition? -JONAH: It is, indeed.

-You got me a first edition? -I did. I-I couldn't resist it.

I saw it and I thought of you and I bought it.

Oh, my God, it's so beautiful. Look at it.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

♪ ♪

You.

I know you.

I've seen you before.

At the protest today.

-Right. -(laughs)

I would not have picked you as a graffer.

Becky.

Tip from a pro: wear gloves.

If you're such a pro, what are you doing in here?

Ooh. Ouch.

The cops grabbed a bunch of us after you threw the paint bomb.

What, you learn to speak like that at fancy school?

My mom's British.

I take it you've been in here before.

You guessed right. (clears throat)

Hey, hey, have you heard of the Lei Club?

Yeah.

Never been there.

BECKY (singsongy): Good luck.

Hey. The Lei Club.

That's an invitation.

If I ever get out of here, that's where I'll be.

I'll see you there!

(thunder rumbling)

DAVID: What were you thinking?

I had to pull a lot of favors to get you out.

This is the last time I do that.

Why aren't you angry?

Because of people like Xo?

You've been renting for years.

You have to do it now, after your mother just died?

Or maybe you just don't care.

I'm sorry.

(thunder rumbling)

(music playing faintly)

Can I have a beer, please?

(opens bottle)

(hitting bar top with phone)

(slamming phone on bar top)

Hey! Enough! Enough. Enough.

(phone clatters onto bar top)

(quietly): Oh, come on.

(sighs) Hey, sorry, um...

look, you don't have a charger for one of these, do you?

I left mine-- I, uh...

No.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

FELIX: Mr. Mulray?

You didn't say on the phone that you'd been attacked.

You need a doctor?

-No, no, I'm fine, just fine... -What happened?

Well, when I got back, the guy was in my room.

-He was going through my stuff. -A robbery?

Well, he took my laptop and my passport.

Mr. Mulray, this is not my department.

Sadly, robberies that target tourists are not uncommon.

We can go down to the sta...

Apparently, he asked for me by name.

He must have known I was staying here.

He knew who I was. How?

If he knew my name, it can't be random, can it?

So you think somebody targeted you-- why?

I don't know. I don't know.

But that's what it looks like, no?

Uh, give me a description, and I can pass it on to my colleagues.

(indistinct chatter)

(clangs loudly)

I thought you wouldn't show up tonight.

I said I would, didn't I?

REZA: Here you go.

KAI: Any problems?

REZA: No.

This is for tonight.

Thank you.

Look at you, so pleased with so little.

Soon I'll have enough to get me to the U.K.

Some of the men I work with,

they are paying a man who can help us.

Why go all the way to the U.K.?

You can make a better future here.

I don't understand.

I need your help, Reza.

NEWSMAN: The tension escalates between voters and candidates

for Hong Kong's chief executive.

Frustration and outcries have been heard

in response to recent announcements

that indicate a fleeting stance

toward the needs of the population.

This adds further fuel to a fire where politicians seem

to stand passive to the needs of the people.

Sources commented that situation will likely worsen.

However, the current office in Beijing

have refrained from commenting. Mr. Mulray?

What happened?

Oh, I, uh... (clears throat)

Someone broke into my hotel room and stole my passport.

I'm just here trying to sort out a new one.

-Oh, Mr. Mulray, I'm so sorry. -Jonah, please. Call me Jonah.

Sorry. Jonah.

-Did they get away? -Yeah.

Did you see what they looked like?

Mm, not really. It happened so fast.

He was Indian, maybe, Pakistani.

Honestly, this whole trip is turning into a nightmare.

You know, I always used to ask myself:

Why does my wife like it there so much?

Here, I mean.

Hong Kong.

But now, of course...

it all makes sense.

I heard.

Course you did.

It seems everyone knew apart from me.

(pop music playing)

Lau, turn that crap down, please!

(music stops)

You okay?

That's not funny.

I'm going to work.

Today-- seriously?

Mom's just died.

I'm aware of that, Lau.

(door opens and closes)

Emergency travel documents.

Thank you.

And this is all I'll need to get home?

Yeah. Would you like me to see

if I can pull your flight forward?

No, it's fine. It's only one more day.

Listen, I don't suppose you know where I could get a charger

for one of these, do you?

Well, you'll get one in the market.

Plenty of them.

(knocks)

Oh.

(man speaking Cantonese)

(boat horn blowing)

(line ringing)

(phone rings)

Lau Chen.

This is, uh, Michael. Michael Cohen. I'm a journalist.

-I know who you are. -Right.

Then you know I'm just doing my job.

You just doing your job cost my dad his.

How did you get my number?

Listen, I want to ask you about your mum.

Maybe it's best if we meet in person.

I can tell you everything I know.

Piss off.

(overlapping chatter in Cantonese)

-(whispering): Hey. -Mm-hmm?

I made you a cup of tea.

Mmm. Thank you.

-Can I get in? -Yeah.

When did you get out?

Oh, hours ago. I couldn't sleep.

Oh. You're still jet-lagged.

(groans)

-Ah, that is better. -Mmm.

(whispering): Don't go tomorrow.

Stay here with me.

Sally, hi. It's Jonah.

Listen, can we meet up later?

There's something I want to talk through.

(boat horn blows)

(indistinct chatter)

(keys jingle, door opens)

Out.

Um...

if you want to talk about your mother...

There's nothing to say.

I got a call from Michael Cohen asking about her.

Michael Cohen? Did he say why?

I assumed you'd know, what with your history and all.

I'll be back later.

(indistinct chatter)

-Two of those, please. -WAITRESS: Yes, of course.

Originally distilled by Scottish monks, apparently.

So... how can I help?

I know it's not your department.

You're the only person I know here,

not that we know each other.

If there's something I can help you with, just ask.

I need to extend my stay.

It's Megan.

Every memory I have of her...

...is a lie.

You don't know that.

(exhales)

I thought I'd be taking her home.

Of course.

But I haven't got a clue, really.

I mean...

I suppose her funeral will be here.

Well, I can try to find out.

It's just... (sighs)

I'm not ready to leave.

Of course.

-WAITRESS: Your drinks. -Thanks.

-Thank you. -Enjoy.

-To Scottish monks. -To Scottish monks.

(indistinct chatter)

-You! Fatso! -How'd you get in here?

What are you doing calling Lau about my wife?

Her name came up, that's all.

"Her name came up"? What does that mean?

Well, I-I can't tell you what I'm writing,

not until I've finished.

Bullshit. You owe me that.

I don't owe you anything.

My wife has gone.

Yeah, I know. Car crash, right?

Or maybe you pissed off some of your old friends.

Whatever you are writing about, I suggest you stop.

EDITOR: That's enough now.

Get out of here or I'll call the police.

(tram bell clanging)

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Uh, I need a, a charger that fits this.

A charger.

Fuck's sake.

CLERK: Wait, wait.

We got pink. You mind?

No, it's fine.

Thank you, thank you.

(muttering)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

FEMALE VOICE (over phone): You have one new voice mail.

(voice mail beeps)

MEGAN (on voice mail): Hi, it's me.

Um... I don't have much time.

I don't, I don't know where to start.

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just...

I'm sorry for what you're going to find out.

There's no easy way to break the truth.

Please believe me, Jonah,

the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you.

Meet her, and you'll understand.

I've got myself

into something.

The way things are, I'm not sure I'll see you again.

I wish things had been different,

that we could have had more time,

that you came here,

that you could have seen how...

how beautiful it is and...

seen the sunset over Po Toi O Bay.

Oh, God.

Look, I have to go. I'm so sorry.

And I... I...

I love you.

(Megan speaking Cantonese)

REZA: Turn around.

MEGAN: Oh, come on.

(Megan sighing)

(tires screech, vehicles crash)

(car alarm blaring)

(Megan gasping)

(gunshot over line)

(car alarm blaring)

(Megan gasping)

(gunshot over line)

♪ ♪