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Hi, can you just give-- can you give me a minute?

Thank you.

Come here.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

-Safe journey. -Thank you.

-You got everything? -Yeah. I, um...

-You're sure? -Yeah. I left something for you.

-Where? -(laughs)

You're just gonna have to find out.

Oh, great. I'm gonna spend the next two weeks doing that, am I?

-Yeah. -Great. Thanks.

So, uh, you're flying with me next time?

Oh, definitely, next time.

-Hmm. -Yeah. You know that.

-Yeah, yeah. Of course I do. -Yeah.

-You're such a pussy. -Thank you. Love you, too.

-(Megan laughs) Bye. -(engine starts)

MAN: Mr. Mulray.

(distant telephone ringing)

MEGAN (over phone): ...how beautiful it is,

and seen the sunset over Po Toi O Bay.

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

L... I...

I love you.

(speaking Cantonese)

MAN: Turn around.

MEGAN: Oh, come on.

(Megan sighs)

(tires screeching)

(metal clashing, glass shatters)

(car alarms whooping)

(gunshot)

FEMALE VOICE: End of message.

To delete, press one.

To repeat, press two.

(phone beeps off)

She was alive after the crash.

And then there was a gunshot.

Your wife had no gunshot wounds.

You can hear it.

She was scared.

I'm telling you, I know my wife.

Did you know about David Chen?

Is that how well you knew your wife?

Look.

She sounds terrified.

Of something, somebody.

She was...

She was saying good-bye.

Let us have it analyzed by a forensic technician.

Then we can be sure.

Thank you. Thank you.

(knocking on door)

MICHAEL: Hey, Thomas, am I here for a promotion?

No. I read what you sent over.

-And? -It seems like you're pointing

a lot of fingers.

But I'm at a loss as to what it adds up to.

Corruption?

Bad guys getting money?

Same as last time.

Last time was different.

The story was the front page.

But this... what's this about?

MICHAEL: This guy here? He's in the middle of it somehow.

Who's the woman?

Her name's Megan Harris.

She died in a car crash this week.

Married to David Chen.

His story sold a lot of papers.

Trust me, Thomas, I'm onto something.

Michael, Michael.

We've moved on from David Chen. We need something new.

Well, this was a bloody pointless meeting, wasn't it?

"Go and get more." Inspirational stuff.

Thanks, Cap.

Just get out, Michael.

Come back when you you've got the full story.

Shit.

Babe, we're out of coffee.

So I'm gonna have the last one for myself.

Who says chivalry is dead?

What's this?

(exhales)

Oh, my God. They're beautiful.

(chuckles)

Thank you, but...

But you hate them?

God, no, no. Of course not.

It's just...

they look expensive. I...

A bunch of big-timers have come in recently,

and when it comes to kissing ass...

Since when do people tip the hotel manager?

Since I focused our marketing budget

on targeting people with more money than sense.

You'll see tonight.

It's working well for us.

(laughs): Well, I love them, but...

(phone ringing)

Arthur.

Arthur? Hi.

Hi.

Good morning. Thanks for meeting me here.

It's okay.

I, uh, I didn't want to talk about this at the office.

It's about Xo?

No. One of the other candidates.

-Shibao. -Oh, it's prostitutes, drugs.

It's nothing you don't already know, but, uh,

the way it's written.

Shit.

It's straight from a consulate dossier.

Almost word for word.

Some of the language, it's stuff only we use.

Anyone with half a brain will know this comes from us.

And that we've been digging up crap on them.

(quietly): Christ.

I might be seeing him at an event later.

This journalist, Michael Cohen.

He's clearly been speaking with someone in the consulate.

We need to find out who.

I'm going to get Martin onto it.

(knocking on door)

What happened to your face?

My hotel room is...

It doesn't matter.

I got a message from Megan.

My phone was out of battery,

but when I recharged it, she'd left a voice mail.

Right before she died.

Did she call you, too?

Let's walk.

One minute.

I'm going out.

JONAH: Thanks.

If she was shot, there would be a bullet wound.

I heard it.

I listened--

I listened to her dying.

You know, I didn't have to come here and tell you this.

I thought it was something that you would want to know.

I wasn't just an affair to her, you know.

She married me.

I asked her, and she said yes.

I'm guessing things weren't exactly rosy

between the two of you.

Go home, Jonah.

There's nothing for you here.

She didn't leave a message for you, did she?

(lively music playing)

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(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me, Mr. Shibao.

-Yes. -I didn't know you knew my fiancé.

You mean Ben?

That was a private conversation,

and frankly, none of your business.

What are you talking about?

You think he manages to afford that flat with his income alone?

Expensive gifts, too.

You should ask him where his money comes from.

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(keys jangle, lock clicks)

-Hey, you're still up? -Yeah.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were waiting. I...

You know, I had to stick around, make sure everyone was happy.

-Seemed to go okay, though. -How do you know Shibao?

Shibao?

I saw you talking to him.

The politician guy?

The politician guy.

He's running for Chief Executive of Hong Kong.

He said that he knows you.

You talked with him?

He said that you're a liar.

He said you tried to blackmail him.

That story in today's paper, he said that was you.

That information came from a confidential

foreign office dossier.

Everything in that article he did.

There's nothing in there that isn't true.

That's not the point.

You stole from the consulate, from me.

And sold it to a journalist.

To expose a bad guy for a lot of money.

Money we can use. I mean, is that so bad?

You stole confidential information from me

to blackmail someone.

And you say, "Is that so bad?"

What the hell is wrong with you?

Where you going?

A hotel, anywhere, I'm not staying here tonight.

Oh, come on. Sal.

(door opens)

Can we just talk about this?

(door shuts)

(line ringing)

-SALLY (on phone): Ben. -Hey.

Where did you go last night?

I stayed with a friend.

I waited all night. I just want to talk.

-I don't. -BEN: I messed up. I know I did.

SALLY: You're a fucking idiot.

You used me. How can I trust anything you say?

Look, I have to go. They're gonna question me.

They're questioning everyone about the information you stole.

What are you gonna say?

They're gonna find out, Ben.

They look hard enough, they are gonna find out.

There's no way they'll believe that I wasn't involved.

I think maybe I just have to tell the truth.

BEN: Please be careful. This is bigger than just me.

SALLY: What are you talking about?

This is your mess.

If I'm not honest,

if they find out on their own...

So that's that, then?

Will I see you tonight?

SALLY: No.

-(knocks on door) -Sally, hi.

Thank you for making the time.

That's okay.

MARTIN: We're talking to everyone today.

Try and make this quick.

Sorry for the formality, but we do have to do this properly.

No, that's fine.

Okay.

Have you, at any time,

given a third party access to classified information relating

to your work here at the consulate?

No.

Have you at any time revealed classified information

to a family member, loved one,

or individual outside the consulate?

No.

Have you, whether recently or in the past,

(voice fading): withheld any information...

(indistinct conversation)

(phone ringing)

(phone continues ringing)

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(phone ringing)

-Jonah. -JONAH: Hey.

How's it going?

Are you all right?

JONAH: I, uh...

(sighs) Where to start?

Any news from the police?

JONAH: No, nothing.

I feel like I'm stuck here just waiting.

(inhales deeply)

I didn't know what to do with myself today.

(indistinct conversations nearby)

I walked through the ancient city...

Saw all the places Megan wanted me to visit.

I went out to see the Tian Tan Buddha.

And then I went to the place that she said I'd love.

I had a bowl of the soup that she wanted me to try.

All of the things that I should have done with her.

EMMA: Jonah, don't do this to yourself.

You shouldn't be out there on your own.

Someone killed her.

I heard it.

Emma, I heard it on that voice mail.

EMMA: You need to give yourself time.

Come home.

Grieve.

It's not your job to find out what happened to her.

I'm not leaving until I know the truth.

EMMA: About how she died

or the truth about her other husband?

That's why you haven't left.

-Isn't it? -(phone beeping)

Oh, I-I think there's another call.

Uh, th-this could be the police.

EMMA: Go. Take it.

-Go. -Sorry. -(phone beeping)

(phone beeping)

Hello.

RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Mulray,

there's someone here to see you.

-(elevator bell dings) -(indistinct conversations)

-JONAH: Hello. -RECEPTIONIST: How can I help?

My name's Jonah Mulray. You just called up

to my room and said there's someone here to see me.

How did you know my mom?

Excuse me?

Megan Harris, my mother.

Were you sleeping with her?

What?

-It's a simple question. -You're...

You're Megan's daughter.

And who the hell are you?

She's...

She was my wife.

Sorry, I-I...

I can't now.

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(loud rock song playing)

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ A point is all ♪

♪ That you can score ♪

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ A point is all that you can score ♪

♪ Let's go to war, let's go to war ♪

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(audio feedback whines)

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(music shuts off)

(Felix speaks Chinese)

(man singing in Chinese)

(lighter clicks)

NEWSCASTER (on TV): This week's protests outside the offices

of Xo HK International have had...

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Yes, this is Sally Porter.

What?

That's not possible.

NEWSCASTER: Picketers claim the issue is one witnessed

over and over again in Hong Kong...

-(phone ringing) -...seeing land that was at one point

earmarked for affordable housing...

...now being used for luxury, gated...

Hello.

Jonah, it's Sally.

I don't know how to say this.

Say what?

SALLY: I just got a call

from the police department.

Sorry, I, uh...

Your wife's body,

it's, um...

She's gone.

(boat horn blares)

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I want to see Detective Tsui.

Now!

...could possibly happen.

In what kind of universe

could a police force lose a body from a mortuary?!

Mr. Mulray, we are deeply sorry

for what has happened.

We have launched a full investigation.

How... how could you let this happen?

There was an administrative error...

An error? A fucking error?!

We are doing everything we can.

Oh, really?

(Jonah grunts)

(sighs)

Your wife's voice mail...

we've had it examined.

Please sit...

Mr. Mulray.

Our technicians have studied the audio,

and in their opinion, there is no gunshot.

What?

As we promised, we will do everything in our power

-to find your wife's body. -No, no, no, no.

We both heard it.

Mr. Mulray, you were upset, as you are now,

-tired after your long journey. -No.

-Listen. Listen. -(Megan's voice mail playing)

(Megan speaking Cantonese)

-MAN: Turn around. -MEGAN: Oh, come on.

(Megan pants)

(tires screech, metal crashes)

(car alarms whooping)

FEMALE VOICE: End of message. To delete, press one. To repeat,

-press two. (beep) -Wait, what? What's...

That's...

that's not...

What have you done?

What did...

Where's...

This is not...

Where's the rest of it?

Grief, Mr. Mulray--

it can play tricks on the mind.

I'm afraid... you were mistaken.

MEGAN (voice mail): Please believe me, Jonah,

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

Meet her and you'll understand.

(beeps)

(yells)

(baby crying in distance)

(car horn honks)

Listen, I'm...

I'm sorry about yesterday. I... Seeing you...

Well, we've seen each other now, so that's where this can end.

Wait! Wait.

Just let me talk to you for a minute.

(sighs)

I have a message.

From your mother.

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What message?

It was a voice mail.

She sounded s-scared.

I think she was talking about you.

Why didn't you mention this last night?

I had no idea that you even existed until last night.

She told me she couldn't...

Couldn't what?

She told me she couldn't have children.

Just...

-tell me about the message. -Yeah, okay. Sorry.

I-I think she meant...

that you were the reason

-for all of this. -The reason she died?

No, no, no, no, that's not...

I...

That's not what I meant.

She's said, "Meet her, and you'll understand."

Here.

This must mean something.

It's hard to listen to.

But I need your help.

It seems like I can't trust the police.

Please.

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(breath trembling)

Are you okay?

Why do you think that's about me?

Well, who else do you think she could be talking about?

-What do you think she means? -I don't know, okay?

And why is it any of your business?

Because she left me that message.

She wanted me to find you, and I'm...

I'm-I'm trying to understand why.

Then go see the sun set over Po Toi O Bay.

What was that, her favorite place?

(sighs)

The sun doesn't set over Po Toi O Bay.

It's a joke.

You send tourists there to photograph it,

but they can never find it.

There's a... shitty cafe with the name.

Look...

tell me where that restaurant is.

I-If you do, I promise I will...

never bother you again, if that's what you want.

You'll never find it by yourself.

(door opens)

Hi. Any messages?

-No. -All right.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Doors opening.

-(siren wailing in distance) -(exhales)

Ben?

Hello?

Look, I'm sorry about what happened before.

On the phone.

Ben?

(gasps)

(gasping breaths)

(indistinct chatter)

(horse race announcer speaking indistinctly over TV)

(announcer continues indistinctly)

(announcer continues indistinctly on TV)

(indistinct chatter)

(crowd chatter)

Hey!

Hey, wait. Wait.

Listen. Listen.

I know you're angry

right now, but so am I.

I had no idea about you, about your dad.

You never thought to come with her?

To come visit? Not once.

I'm...

I'm scared of flying.

What the hell did she see in you?

(door rattling, grunts)

(panting)

No one's here.

Shout if you see someone coming.

(wood clanks, glass breaks)

(loud thudding)

(groans, pants)

If you want to stand looking shocked,

can you do it inside before we get done

for breaking and entering?

(door squeaks)

(soft, rhythmic clinking and buzzing)

LAU: So this is Po Toi O Bay.

Told you it was a shithole.

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Can't handle this.

Hey. Hey!

-Where are you going? -Can't even get my head around

the fact that she's dead.

I'll never see her again.

There must be a reason why she did all this.

Yeah. She was a selfish bitch.

(sighs)

(traffic passing, dog barking)

(groans, thuds)

(groaning)

(choking)

(panting)

(Allen groans, gasps)

(door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

Miss Porter,

forensics will need the rest of the night.

You have somewhere to go?

A friend's place, maybe?

Forensics? Why?

I mean, you s...

You saw what he did.

It's what we do in every case of suspected suicide.

(crying): It was my fault.

He thought he was going to...

I'm very sorry, Miss Porter.

(sniffling)

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Surprised to hear from you.

Don't get me wrong, I'm-I'm pleased.

What changed your mind?

Do you have something new for me?

Who is this?

Uh, this is Michael Cohen.

Can I ask who I'm speaking to?

His fiancée.

Why do you keep calling this number?

Where's Ben?

Hello?

He's dead.

Um...

Sorry. I, um...

I had no idea.

Who are you? You've called 12 times.

Uh, I-I'm a reporter from The Chronicle.

What-what-what happened to him?

-Please stop calling. -Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait!

Wait. Can we... can we... can we meet?

Uh, it's important. I-I know what Ben was doing.

(whispering): Is this a threat?

No. I-I just want to understand what's going on.

I think we might be able to help each other. Off the record.

I won't print anything without your permission.

I just want to talk.

Wan Chai Coffee, 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

I'll be there if you...

(loud rock music playing)

Hey!

-Hey. -You remembered.

Well, you invited me, so...

Here you are.

Are you okay?

Um, what happened at the police station?

Did you have to post bail?

Nah. They kept us overnight.

I kept saying I took a wrong turn

and stumbled into the crowd, you know, like,

while I was holding a large banner.

(Lau laughs)

How about you?

Uh, my dad got me out.

He's a... was a cop.

Ooh. A cop's daughter.

Oh, parents.

You sure you're okay?

Not really.

You want to talk about it?

No. Don't really know you.

Okay.

We can get drunk first, and then you can tell me.

We could do that.

My mom... she passed away recently.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN: Miss Porter?

Your car has arrived.

Thanks.

A whole secret life.

And this other husband-- he's a fucking moron.

Parents are just like us, but older, you know?

Just as screwed up with...

20 more years of secrets.

She was the most important person in my life

and I have no idea who she was.

Don't be so hard on your mom.

You know, she could be a good person and fucked up, too.

The most interesting people I know are.

(shutter clicks)

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