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(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC SUSPENDS)

- Are you an angel?

- I'm a nurse.

- You're beautiful. - Thank you.

- You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen,

and I have seen

many movies.

- OK. - I'm sorry. I think the drugs are affecting me.

- We didn't give you any drugs.

- Huh? - We didn't give you any drugs.

- Why was I being so flirty? - (CHUCKLES) I'm not sure.

- Gosh, I'm really sorry about that. - It's OK.

- No, uh, I think I just assumed I would be on some drugs.

- And so you thought you could just say anything without consequence?

- Yeah, I guess so. I'm really sorry about that.

- It's OK. You've got some people out in the hall. (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- So they're planning to kill the Indian Foreign Minister... - Correct.

- ...at the World Unity Games? - Yep.

- And the assassin, Magnus...

did you see what he looked like? - I did, actually. They had a photo of him.

- Can you describe it? - It was really nice. Like a...

a glamour shot. - Yes, but what did he look like?

- I think everyone should get some nice headshots done while they're young,

because then when they're older― - Michael, we're not interested in your theories about hea

We just need to know what the assassin looks like. - Oh, OK.

That's tough. Let me think.

He was...

male. - We already knew that! Godammit! - We know he's male, Michael!

- You just said the man in the photo ― that implies he's male.

- I'm sorry, guys, the nurse has got me on a lot of drugs.

- No, I'm sorry for getting mad. - That's OK. - You've done well.

You've all done well. - Thank you, sir. - Thank you, sir.

- Not sure we've all done well. - Usually I'd say take some time off, you know, recuperate.

But the thing is, the games are in two days and you...

are the only one who knows what this assassin looks like.

- You want me to protect the Indian foreign minister?

- We've got no choice. - God... - Not fair.

- I'll do it. - Top man. We'll get you a good cover.

- Oh, awesome. Undercover. - You were just undercover.

- I want you to get out of here. Get to Christchurch by tomorrow afternoon.

- Sir, can I have a word?

- Bye! (DOOR CLOSES)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Oh my gosh.

Oh, wow.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW) - What do you want?

- Hello.

- Wha-What are you doing out there? - I need to come in.

- Oh, no, you're not coming in. - Please.

I was just trying to leave, but it's really dodgy.

- No, you go back the way you came. - No, I can't. It's really scary.

- I don't care. You're not coming in. - Why?

What's your problem? - You, trying to get into my damn room.

- I'll leave your room immediately. - Keep moving, buddy.

- Please. It's so perilous out here. I'm telling you, it is so perilous. - Keep moving, bud

- Fine. But if I die, my blood is on your hands. - Good. I hope you do die.

Peering through my windows, trying to marry me.

- I wasn't trying to marry you. Oh my goodness, she's freaking crazy.

- I beg your pardon? - I'm going, I'm going!

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- What are you doing?

- Huh? - What are you doing?

- I'm just...

- Are you trying to escape? - Mm.

- You don't have to do that, you know. You could just leave.

- Really? - Yeah. This is a hospital, not a prison.

- I could have just gone down the stairs?

- Yeah. Could also take the elevator.

- Could you please do me a favour? - Hmm.

What is it? - There was an attractive nurse in my room just before.

Could you please not tell her about this? - I'm already here, Michael.

- Bugger!

- Oof. - Oof.

- You OK? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm good. - That looked painful.

- Before you say that, can I just say thank you so much for everything ―

for having me, looking after me.

I would love to stay and chat, but I gotta go to Christchurch now.

See ya.

(LAID-BACK JAZZ MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

- Sorry.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Pellet. - Pellet?

- My name's Pellet. Like a― Like a pellet.

- You work for the agency? - I'm a freelancer. I make spy technology.

- Awesome. - Take this.

- Oh, I already have a watch. - This one's special.

- Well, mine was given to me by my grandparents, and there is nothing more special than that

- That is so touching. - Thank you.

- You treasure them. - I will. - This is a tracking device.

Check it out ― slide this out, and press this button. (WATCH BEEPS)

Press it once more to stop the noise, and the next time you're within 500m of this trac

the watch is gonna start beeping.

The faster the beep, the closer you are to this.

- Oh, that's awesome. - Take it. Yeah. - Thank you.

- You're gonna wear two watches? - Yeah.

- Double the style. - Exactly.

- Oh, here's your invitation to the opening night gala. It's in the dining hall.

The target's gonna be there, which means the assassin will probably be there too.

- Magnus.

Do I get any weapons? - The only weapon you'll need... is up here.

Headbutt. I want you to headbutt him.

- Peter is the Chancellor of the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity in Bruges―

uh, not Bruges, Brussels.

- Wow. That's crazy.

- And he's rumoured to be the next Archdeacon of North-West Europe.

- There he is. - Who? Peter? - No, sir. I don't know who that is.

- He's Chancellor of the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity in Brussels.

- He's going to the bathroom. - Who? Peter? - No, sir.

I don't know who Peter is. Magnus is going to the bathroom.

- Well, I don't know who Magnus is. - He's the assassin that I was telling you about.

Did you listen to nothing that I told you?

- It was boring. I liked talking about Peter. He's got a bright future.

- He's old. Peter is old.

He doesn't have a bright future. Look, sir, I am sorry.

It has been fantastic getting to know you,

but I've got an assassination to stop.

Oh, yuck. That's a― That's a pip.

- The olives are in this bowl. - Thank you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Oi! - Sorry.

I was looking for my son.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Hmm.

What was that guy's problem?

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Did you find your son?

(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS)

- Please, stop.

Please, why are you doing this? - Because I know why you're here.

- I'm here to enjoy the party. - You're here to kill the Indian foreign minister.

- But I am the Indian foreign minister.

- Nice try, Magnus.

- Please. My name is Swaran Danaraj.

I am the Indian for―

- You beat the hell out of the Indian foreign minister?

- Yeah, but you see, I thought he was the assassin,

but it turns out he was actually the target.

- They set you up.

- What? - The Australians, they set you up.

They intentionally showed you that photo, knowing that you'd think he was the assassin and ki

Meaning they wouldn't have to send an assassin, you'd do it for them.

- I mean, I think I just got confused,

but I would happily go with that as it paints me in a much better light.

- Where is he now? - Oh man, I need to get better at fighting.

I nearly lost to a government official.

This guy is probably sitting down all day.

A real assassin would be way better at fighting than that. Oh man, I'm nervous.

- Where is he?

(SIGHS) - Hello.

- Don't let him out of your sight. He stays with you tonight.

- But I'm staying in the athlete's village with Brian.

- Who's Brian? - Brian Curtis, he's the weightlifter I'm coaching.

- That's your cover? You're a weightlifting coach? - Yeah.

- That's bullshit! - What?

- Well, you get to be a coach, Anderson's a friggin athlete, and I'm in catering.

- Wait. Anderson gets to be an athlete? - Yeah, he's running the 1500.

That's why he's not at this party, he's resting up for his race.

- Committing to the role, you can't fault him for that. - (SIGHS)

Swaran stays with you tonight. (SIGHS)

Come on, people, let's get some hustle. (CLAPS HANDS)

- Come on, Swaran, let's go.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Hi, Brian. - Hey, 'sup, man.

- Uh, this is Swaran. He is a new assistant coach that I've just hired.

- Cool. (CHUCKLES) Nice to meet you, Swaran.

- Nice to meet you, Brian. - (CHUCKLES)

(DISTANT DOG BARKS)

Hey, guys, I know it's bed time, but can I just say something real quick? - Go for it.

- Yesterday when I was told I was getting a coach, I thought,

'What the hell do I need a coach for?'

Now, one day later,

I have two.

And I've gotta say, it's been amazing having you guys in my corner.

Thank you so much for believing in me.

I feel like I could lift anything.

- Do you mind if I say something real quick?

- 'Course.

- I've never coached someone so talented before.

I have the greatest job in the world, and I'm so lucky to be your coach,

so I wanna thank you for giving me this― this honour of being your coach.

Swaran, do you wanna add anything?

- Thank you for letting me join the team.

Without seeing other competitors,

I think we have a chance to do something very special here.

- Mm. - Wow.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC)

I love you guys.

Good night.

- Good night, Brian. - Good night, Brian.

Good night, Michael. - Good night, Swaran.

(SNORING)

(CLACK!)

(CLACK!)

(CLACK!)

What?

- Sorry.

- What do you want? - Come down.

Ooh. - What the hell? Stop throwing them.

- Meet me in the park. - Coming, but don't throw any more.

Stop! I'm com― I'm coming, I'm coming.

- It's OK. Come down.

(WARM MUSIC)

I found your assassin, Magnus Gould.

He's a high jumper in the Australian team.

- Oh my gosh. Wow, that's amazing. Thank you.

- I'm sorry I woke you.

I like your pyjamas. - Oh, yeah. I'm sorry I didn't get changed.

I thought if I tucked it in, it might look like a business shirt.

- With matching business trousers? - Exactly.

- Well...

you look really handsome.

- Thank you for saying it.

- You don't like eye contact, do you? - No, I do.

I do, I'm just taking in...

It's such a beautiful...

Trees. And I'm taking in just the beauty of the night,

and it's just all so― it's all so beautiful.

- OK. - And you're beautiful as well.

- You think I'm beautiful? - I mean, yeah.

Of course. - Well, thank you, Michael.

(WARM MUSIC SWELLS)

- I should go to bed.

- Yeah, I should too.

- It was nice seeing you again.

- It was a pleasure doing business with you.

- Likewise. It was fantastic business.

- Yeah, I loved it. - I loved doing that business. - It was incredible.

- Business deal... complete. - Complete.

- OK. Bye.

- Bye. - See ya. - See ya.

- Swaran, I wanted to apologise again for last night.

- Michael, you were only trying to protect me.

In life, it is not mistakes we judge,

but the hearts that are behind them.

That's 100. Good shit.

- Ah, well, well, well, if it isn't Coach Dweeb.

- Well, well, well, if it isn't Long-distance Runner...

- Go on. - ...Dweeb. - (LAUGHS)

He's gone with dweeb as well. Nice.

There's a card game in the reading room at half 1.

Your assassin might be there. - Interesting.

- See you later, Trainer Dork.

- See you later, Long-distance Runner... Dork.

(REGAL MUSIC)

- Yes, yes.

- Let's get everyone's names and events. I'm Rolf, England, clay pigeon shooting.

- Rodney, New Zealand, 1500m.

- Wendy Jones, Canada, butterfly.

- I'd prefer not to say my name, I'm from New Zealand, and I'm a weightlifting coach.

- John, Fiji, decathlon.

- Magnus, Australia, jumper.

- Long jump? - High.

- Hello, do you do long jump? - No, I do high jump.

- Ah, sorry, yes. I thought you were greeting me.

- Sue, New Zealand, chef.

- I thought this was only for athletes and coaches. - Don't worry. She's cool.

- Who? - Me.

I vouch for myself. - I don't mind your style. Let's play.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- Check. (CHIPS CLATTER)

- Five. - Fold.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- All in?

All in.

- Has this guy ever played before? - (SIGHS) I'm not sure. Doesn't seem like it.

- Fiji? - I'm out.

- Stop looking at me, please.

- All in.

- I fold. - Sadly, I'm out too. - I'm extremely out.

- 10 of diamonds. Let's see what you've got, New Zealand.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SWELLS)

He has...

nothing.

Ace ― high card. - That's quite possibly the worst hand you could have played.

- OK, well, I wouldn't go that far.

- No, it literally is one of the worst hands you could possibly have.

- To not get a single pair is... crazy.

- OK, well, why don't we wait and see what he has before we criticise what I had.

- Two pair ― queens and aces.

Magnus wins...

easily.

- Stupid game. That is a stupid game.

It's just not― It's not even a fun game.

I like fun games personally, but whatever.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FENCER GRUNTS)

Room service.

- Fold. I need to use the bathroom.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WATCH BEEPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ROTARY PHONE SPINS)

It's in position.

- MAN ON PHONE: Good. - It's set for 2.15 during the women's fencing final.

- Very good.

(BLADES RING)

(BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- 12 minutes.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - Hey! What the hell?

- I'll bring it back. I'm sorry.

- Give me back my bike!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)

(BEEP! BEEP!)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Three.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(APPLAUSE)

Raise.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(BEEP!)

- Triple nines.

- Flush.

- (SIGHS) - Flush of hearts ― Magnus wins.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(BEEP!)

- Swaran!

Run!

(BOOM!)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(DISTORTED VOICES)

- # Deep river,

# my home

# is over Jordan.

# Deep

# river,

# Lord, I want to cross over

# into campground.

- # Oh, don't you want to go

# to the gospel feast?

- # That promised land

# where all is peace?

- ALL: # Amen. #

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