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(barge horn blows)

So that's two croissants, and a macaroon on the house.

-Have a good day. -Thank you.

(groans)

Excuse me.

I'll have one of those, please.

And a filter coffee, black.

(saucer clinks)

I need you to do something for me.

No, look. I know I said I'd help you, but I made a mistake.

Yeah, you don't have a choice.

You like her, don't you?

It'd be a shame to have to ruin things.

I'd hate to have to tell Lau about our arrangement.

One more favor, then we're done.

Wait here.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

GUARD: Huang.

(guard speaking Cantonese)

(prisoners shouting)

What took you so long?

I've been ironing out your deal.

-And? -This morning, a payment

of half a million dollars went into a bank account,

a private bank account that's in your name.

The money will be waiting for you when you get out.

How long?

You gave them a full confession, a guilty plea.

I think you'll be looking at eight to ten.

Good behavior, you'll be out in six.

I'm not doing six years.

(laughs softly)

We've got a good relationship with the guards.

You'll be well looked after.

Not good enough. Try again.

You're lucky that we're even talking.

500,000 for six years.

That's 80,000 a year.

The things I know are worth more than that.

I know who you work for.

Tell your boss I want a better deal.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

We've got a problem with Kai Huang.

Do you want me to take care of it?

♪ ♪

-Don't forget that. -Oh, thank you.

Lifesaver.

What's this?

That? That's for a colleague.

His son's not been well,

so I just thought I'd get him something to cheer him up.

(zips)

Interesting choice.

The rat.

That is definitely not gonna give him nightmares.

(exhales)

I'm sorry.

I'll give you a hundred quid if you stay.

(snorts) Not a chance.

150.

-(door opens) -CHOW: Mr. Mulray.

Charges have been dropped. You are free to go.

What about him?

Better go now before they change their mind.

(speaking in Cantonese)

Who posted bail?

Payment was made anonymously, in cash.

Kai confessed to the murder on the boat.

And what about Megan?

They're still calling it an accident.

Well, we need to talk to Kai.

And say what? Ask him nicely who paid him to kill Megan?

We should at least try.

He's in jail. We can't get near him.

(lock buzzes)

(line ringing)

LAU (over phone): This is Lau.

I can't take your call right now.

Lau's not answering.

(line ringing)

Mr. Chen, Mr. Mulray. Please?

What is this?

I'm here to pick you up, sir.

-Who sent you? -Please.

Please.

ASSISTANT: Been trying to get hold of you.

-He still on? -Just finishing up.

That's the list of approved questions.

What's Michael doing on here?

He said you'd given him the okay.

Well, I didn't.

XO: And then, find new solutions.

Well... (laughs)

I hope everybody votes the right way.

(laughter)

-HOST: Over there. -MICHAEL: Thank you.

Uh, I wondered if the candidate had, uh,

anything to say about, uh, the allegations of police corruption

under the current administration.

What allegations?

Well, for example, the recent case of Megan Harris?

British national. And, uh, claims that her death hasn't

been properly investigated.

And her body disappearing from a police morgue.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure how this is quite relevant.

(reporters clamor)

WOMAN: I've just got one more question to ask you.

I would like to address this issue.

I have been made aware of Ms. Harris's case.

But sadly, this is not an isolated example.

The truth is, the police force is crippled by cuts,

and vulnerable to corruption.

When we take shortcuts, we put ourselves at risk.

(clamoring)

I'm sorry, that's all we have time for.

-Many thanks. No more questions. -Thank you, thank you.

MICHAEL: So, no answers, then. Doesn't that bother anyone?

He won't answer the question.

WOMAN: Mr. Xo, Mr. Xo.

After all the stories about Shibao,

do you feel this is a one-horse race?

(reporters continue clamoring)

BELLBOY: Mr. Chen, Mr. Mulray.

Your host is waiting for you.

DAVID: Lau.

What are you doing here?

Thought I'd treat myself.

Popcorn?

Something to drink, sirs? Some food?

We're fine.

(both speaking Cantonese)

DAVID: What's going on?

I got your letter.

You did the right thing, handing yourself in.

I paid the bail money.

How?

Mum.

I don't understand.

She left me money.

A lot of money.

(scoffs) She didn't have any money.

(grunts) See for yourself.

She had a secret account.

Been trying to tell you, but...

(music playing over TV)

Turn it down.

-It doesn't make any sense. -JONAH: What is it?

Five million Hong Kong dollars?

That's half a million pounds.

From Carrad?

Why would they pay her all that money?

Paid the day before she was killed.

Bonus, maybe?

She gets five million.

Next day, someone pays Kai Huang to kill her.

It's not a coincidence.

(men speaking Cantonese)

Huang Kai.

(indistinct chatter)

(whimpering)

(man shouting in Cantonese)

(alarm blaring)

Michelle, get out of there. What are you doing at my desk?

It's not yours anymore.

-What? -We're hot-desking now.

But I've been here six years. This is my desk.

They sent round an e-mail.

But I've got all my stuff here.

You can take your stuff.

(sighs) For fuck's sake.

THOMAS: Michael.

Hot-desking now. This place has turned to shit.

You get the brief I sent over?

Get the kid to do it.

It's a two-page spread. We're sending you.

I don't want to do a fuckin' puff piece.

I don't have time. I've got court this afternoon.

It's priority. 35 cents a word.

No, forget about it. I've got an important story to work on.

Oh, tell me you are not still stuck on Ben Torres.

Ben Torres, Megan Harris. We've got two bodies.

-Michael, stop. -The deaths are connected...

THOMAS: We're not in the business of printing

-conspiracy theories. -...no coroner's report,

and you still think it's a conspiracy theory.

Again, this Ben Torres thing. You got nothing.

REPORTER (on TV): This week's protests

-outside the offices of Xo HK International... -DAVID: Okay.

-...have added discomfort... -Uh-huh.

-...to an already embattled company. -Okay.

REPORTER: Picketers claim the issue is one that's seen

over and over again in Hong Kong...

What is it?

Kai Huang is dead.

What? How?

Stabbed in prison.

DAVID: Where are you going?

I'm going to Carrad Investments.

I'm gonna find out where this money came from.

-You coming? -I'm on bail.

Fine. I'll go on my own.

-I'm coming, too. -DAVID: No, no, no.

You go home, lock the door.

Don't open up to anybody. I'm coming with you.

-Dad, I'm not gonna go home-- -Just do what I said.

(tram bell clanging)

Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Letman.

-Your name? -David Chen.

You're Megan's husband.

I'll let Mr. Letman know you're here.

Thank you.

Uh, this is my brother-in-law.

LETMAN: Very nice to see you again.

I'm sorry it's under such unhappy circumstances.

So, Megan was part of your residential team.

Yes, she identified properties for purchase

and got them ready for market.

JONAH: And sold them on the profit.

Well, we're not a charity.

What kind of commission did she make?

Well, it depends on the property.

Commercial deals can go into triple figures.

Residentials, small potatoes.

Yeah, we found... this statement

amongst her things.

Thank you. Right, uh,

there's the Carrad transaction reference.

Let's see what this property was, shall we?

Yes, here it is.

266 Craigmin Road.

$5 million deposit.

Five million, just for the deposit?

Luxury condo in The Peak.

7,000 square feet, eight bedrooms, indoor pool.

Four-car garage.

It looks like it was the last deal Megan brokered

before the accident.

The deposit was paid by a company called Third Empire.

I've never heard of them.

Well, we appreciate you taking the time

to see us, Mr. Letman.

(siren wailing in distance)

(car horn honking)

Hello?

♪ ♪

JONAH: There's got to be something here on Third Empire.

Check the laptop again.

DAVID: We have searched everywhere.

You have got to let it go.

She led me here. She told me:

at sunset over Po Toi O Bay.

It's got to have something to do with this money.

There must be a reason.

There's no reason. It doesn't make sense.

You have to move past this. I know it's not easy.

Well, you don't seem to be having much difficulty.

You are a widow. I'm still a father.

Megan put Lau's life in danger. I can't forgive her for that.

She was trying to help her.

Who knows what she was doing?

Whatever she was involved in got her killed.

JONAH: She was in trouble, and she needed our help.

She got herself killed.

-She would get us all-- -(loud knock on door)

Who else knows about this place?

No one.

Wait, wait, wait.

Who are you?

My name's Michael Cohen.

I'm a journalist.

This is hers, right?

Where did you get this?

-Get the fuck out of here! -Hey... hey!

-Let go of me! -David...

David, David, where are you going?

What the hell was all that about?

Oh, man.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah, I'm here.

There's someone there.

I'm gonna wait till dark.

(door opens)

(pop music playing)

-BECKY: Ow! -(Lau giggles)

(both laughing)

Oh... (chuckles)

Who's this guy?

My mom gave it to me.

This is Mr. Bones.

(Becky laughs)

Should I be jealous?

Maybe. He's protective.

He's got his eye on you.

(loud kiss)

LAU: Oh, I stink.

BECKY: Mm, you do.

LAU: I'm gonna go for a shower.

When's your dad getting back?

LAU: Don't care.

(shower running)

-(knock on door) -BECKY: Hey.

-(shower stops running) -LAU: You leaving?

-Yeah, gotta go work. -I thought you were done.

Double shift.

(door opens, shuts)

I thought I told you not to let anyone in.

Who was that?

Friend.

You don't have to lie to me.

What are you talking about?

I'm not daft.

What's her name?

Why do you care?

You like her?

That's all that matters.

Glad you called.

Hey, thanks for meeting me short notice.

Sorry about the location. It's a bit morbid.

It's close to the office. I don't have long.

So what do you know about Megan?

Seen this guy before?

That's Ben Torres.

I've been following him for about a month.

He's a bottom-feeder.

Makes a living stealing information

and selling it to the highest bidder.

What was he doing with my wife?

Well, that's what I'm trying to find out.

They meet. Two days later, they're both dead.

Funny coincidence.

"Funny."

I thought being a journalist you might be able to come up

with a better word than that.

Well, at 35 cents a pop, you can't be too picky.

As far as I'm concerned, Torres's M.O.

was as clear as crystal:

construction contracts, gambling rings, insider trading.

Somewhere in the Venn diagram

of corrupt Hong Kong business deals,

you usually find Ben Torres.

But your wife?

She's a real estate broker.

No criminal record, known associates.

I just don't get it.

There's a company she dealt with called Third Empire.

Have you heard of them?

I never heard of them. Why?

Apparently they bought property from her.

Never mind.

So what happened between you and David?

You'll have to ask him that.

I got to go. Stay in touch.

(indistinct chatter)

What is it?

She sleeps with it.

Thanks for doing this.

You're a terrible human being

and now you've made me one, too.

Fuck you for that.

Nice of you to join us, Mr. Cohen.

You sure you want to proceed?

Yeah.

Thank you, Your Honor. And on behalf of Mr. Cohen,

thank you for granting this hearing

to petition for the full and permanent custody

of the child in question.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Thanks.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

266 Craigmin Road. Are you sure?

-Yes. Okay. -Wait here, okay?

-Okay. -Wait here.

Hey!

Oh, come on.

Fuck's sake.

(dog barking in distance)

♪ ♪

Fuck. (inhales sharply)

Oh. Fuck.

♪ ♪

(siren wails)

Okay.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(alarm ringing)

(cell phone rings)

(mutters in Cantonese)

Seat belt.

Thank you.

This is an electricity bill.

Same company, Third Empire.

They bought the place from Carrad,

only it's not a luxury apartment, it's a garden shed.

Which means what exactly?

It's a scam, the whole property deal is phony.

It's just a way of covering a paper trail.

So, what, Third Empire paid Megan $5 million?

-Exactly. -Why?

I don't know. That's what we need to find out.

So this is all the company paperwork on Third Empire?

-That's everything. -Okay.

Do you mind?

This is Megan's signature.

She witnessed this document.

What does that mean?

Well, look at the date of the incorporation.

The next day, the company was dissolved,

which means it existed for just three days.

One transaction only,

to buy a worthless piece of property out in the sticks.

So, basically, on Wednesday,

Megan purchases 266 Craigmin Road, and then,

the next morning, she witnesses the incorporation of a company

under... the name of this guy, Jack Benitez--

he's listed as company director--

flips the money over to Third Empire

and banks the $5 million.

So it would seem Third Empire is just a shell company

run by this guy Jack Benitez.

And all the money goes straight to Megan.

Well, it's a payment.

So why the secrecy?

We'd better ask this guy, Jack Benitez.

Yeah.

Yes?

Um, I'm Detective Chen.

We need to speak to Jack Benitez.

Jack? Why? What's he done?

We just want to ask him a few questions.

-Jack. -What?

What's this all about?

This is Jack Benitez?

Yes, my son.

You know about this?

Wait, just one second.

Can you tell me who that is?

That's my dad.

He drives his car.

JONAH: For Xo.

We need to go.

Thank you.

(crowd yelling)

I hope everybody votes the right way.

(laughs)

I met him.

Xo.

The English consul took me to see him.

He shook my hand.

He knew Megan.

I think the $5 million came from him.

Maybe he tried to

use Megan to move the money.

She decided to run...

and he had her killed.

Xo shut down the investigation.

(exhales loudly)

I need to get home.

(knocking on door)

Sorry, I didn't know who else to talk to.

Can I come in?

Why couldn't you tell me on the phone?

Xo had Megan killed.

Xo?

As in Xo HKI? Are you drunk?

Third Empire Limited.

A corporation set up three days before Megan died

in the name of a six-year-old boy, Jack Benitez.

His dad is a limo driver. Guess who for? Xo Xiaodong.

Next day, Third Empire acquires a luxury condo

from Carrad Investments. Now, I checked this out.

It's a clapped out old shed in the arse-end of nowhere.

Megan fixes the deal,

pockets $5 million, which is paid into a secret bank account.

The money came from Xo--

although, he did his very best to hide it.

Next day,

Megan meets up with this guy, Ben Torres.

You heard of him?

Two days later,

they're both dead, murdered.

Megan was washing money for Xo.

Torres found out about it, blackmailed her.

Xo had them both killed to cover it up.

So what are we gonna do with this?

I'm sorry, can you just give me a sec?

(coughing)

You okay?

(coughing continues)

-(cell phone chimes) -(sink running)

(phone ringing)

DAVID (on phone): Lau, where are you?

Out.

I need you to go home right now.

I will explain when I get back.

Okay.

Yeah.

What was that?

Nothing. Dad's stressed.

Well?

You and Ben Torres.

We were engaged.

Why didn't you tell me?

Didn't think it mattered.

You didn't think it mattered?

I just told you that your fiancé

was murdered,

and you said nothing, you didn't even react.

So you knew, you knew

he was killed.

-Did you know about Ben and Megan? -No.

Stop fucking lying!

I swear I didn't know anything about it.

(typing on phone)

What are you doing?

(line ringing)

Hello, is that the Hong Kong Chronicle?

I'd like to speak to Michael Cohen.

Please.

Okay, you're right. I knew.

I'm sorry. I should've told you.

Why didn't you?

Where did you get this photo?

Michael Cohen, right?

He showed it to me, too.

I only learned that Ben and Megan were in contact

after he was found dead.

The police said that it was suicide,

but I knew that he would never do that.

He was murdered, and they covered it up,

like they covered up Megan's accident.

I was scared.

Well... it's a bit late for that.

♪ ♪

(bike clatters)

(door slides shut)