Shadowplay

Run!

Keep running!

Run!

No!

Something on your mind, Anton?

Excellent, thank god.

You have no idea how important this memorandum is.

It is essential to the future of this company.

You must tell me how you found it.

No big deal.

With the evidence at hand.

Hmm, you may look like a,

an overgrown adolescent, but you have

something special.

A drink

to celebrate?

Just the check, please.

Of course.

Next time, negotiate the price before taking the job.

Mr. Keith.

Now that you have the memo,

what do you intend to do with it?

- I see you have deduced some other things.

But perhaps you should concern yourself

with deducing the things you are paid

to deduce.

What do you say?

However,

I won't mention it to my friends.

I like you, Anton, your father would have been very proud.

Why Lah so broke, huh?

- Don't know, crap pay, maybe.

- I'll bank this today, you'll get your cut

in three this time, this time, I'm only get 10% out

of 600 fucking ringgit?

Hey, how am I gonna promote you

from trainee to partner if you cannot nego, huh, bodo?

Hey, I forgot, okay?

Geez.

Is this it? - What?

You know, being a PI,

I'd always imagined it to be-

More glamorous, hmm?

Grow up, there's no job in the world that doesn't suck.

What's that?

- Violet Horizons by Joseph Tone.

What else did he write?

- Chaos is my Order, Sultan Street Serenade.

You know, if it wasn't for this guy,

I'd be flipping burgers by now.

This work, in real life,

the femme fatal is a 250 pound auntie with frizzy hair,

and she wants you to find her cute

and harmless little poodle.

Cute and harmless.

Hey, tomorrow I'm off, remember that training job

in Sentul, you think you're ready

to guard the keys to my little kingdom, in the meantime?

Hey, my secondary number, in case,

if you get into any shit, which you won't,

if you follow my instructions, right, right?

Seriously, bro.

This job is as boring as any other job.

- Can't be as boring as house sitting your shit hole.

Hey, shit, man.

Oh.

Look.

The turkey is in the oven.

Mm.

Perks of the job, boy.

- From across many oceans, the seeker came.

As time wore on, the seeker forgot his quest,

and sought a new riddle,

which led him to the land beyond the Kingdom of Plain Sight.

In the Kingdom of the Hidden,

he found happiness at last with the princess.

And the princess bore a child.

But the walls separating the child's two worlds was thin.

So the Hidden Ones watched, waiting

for the wall to crumble.

This all you got so far?

For now.

- Still, I'm impressed you located this one.

Midnight Marshal number one,

a true collector's item, well done.

- The trick is to notice something others often miss.

- And have you noticed something?

Have you read this?

The Lathe of Heaven, it's about an ordinary man

who discovers he has extraordinary powers

to alter reality with his dreams.

I prefer a mystery.

- Detective novels for the novel detective.

I quite enjoy science fiction.

But fantasy, now, there's my favorite genre.

- Wizards, dragons, and magic, stuff like that?

- There's so much more to fantasy than

that fanboy claptrap.

Ah.

Yes, classic game book of your genre persuasion.

Back in the day, it was quite popular in a series,

it's forgotten now.

This copy may well be the last one in existence.

Any other leads?

- Well, I'm working on picking up more clues.

- Just make sure you don't pick up any misleading ones,

not everything is as they seem.

- No author, no publishing house?

That's odd.

A child's fearful dream of falling is praised as a gift

to learn to fly the next night.

- A long time ago, I lived, worked, and married here,

but things didn't work out.

- Your husband was also a foreigner?

No, he was a local.

Like I said,

we divorced, I left,

my company moved me to Thailand, but

we had a child,

a daughter.

Every month, I'd send her money, but I,

I never visited

until last year. - To see your daughter?

- No, to find her, she went missing, Mr. Shaw,

for a year, and the police here?

They made no progress whatsoever.

- My boss, Mr. Dan Hamzi, he's the one you should-

But he's not here, is he?

You are.

- I usually find things, Mrs. Numan, not people.

Do you know any reason why she'd want to disappear?

No.

In fact, I don't know anything about my daughter.

You see, Lamya, she had difficulties

in communicating with others, until she found a way

to express herself through her canvas.

I found out about this exhibit on the internet,

marking the one year anniversary of her disappearance.

This is where you can begin.

What if she's dead?

- Then at least I'll have a body to bury, and to mourn.

Please, just look at her.

As you can see,

I can pay very handsomely.

Oh, and one more thing.

Please be discreet, I'm on a visitor's visa, and, well.

You know.

Absolutely.

It seems strange, I don't know how or why she chose me.

I'm not even a licensed private eye.

But there felt

a deeper meaning.

Not that it mattered, for the amount

of coin this lady was willing to pony up,

I'd find her daughter, her brother,

her mother, and her ancestors.

¶ I ¶

¶ Had enough before ¶

¶ Eyes ¶

¶ Pouring through my soul ¶

¶ Pulsing lights ¶

¶ Shadow dancing ¶

¶ Captivating ¶

¶ The past ¶

¶ Moments unfolding ¶

¶ Remembering your touch ¶

¶ I would do it ¶

¶ All over again ¶

¶ With you ¶

- Hell of a time for you to bug me.

- It's important, do you remember Lamya Shahruddin?

Yeah, I remember that case.

What can I say, sometimes people just disappear.

Like me?

What do you want, Anton?

I need a favor.

You still got friends in the police?

What do I look like?

- I need some info from Missing Persons.

- Oi, you're not gonna do something stupid, right?

- It's for research, you know me, nosy as hell.

¶ Eyes pouring through your soul ¶

¶ Pulsing lights ¶

So can you help me?

¶ Shadow dancing ¶

- Why should I, because of you, I lost my mark.

- No, you haven't, I saw a woman walk out

with a guy to that hotel, your marks, correct?

I saw him spinning a room key,

and I caught the first two digits, six and one.

Now, that hotel only has three digit rooms,

and 610 to 619 run across the east facade,

with the windows facing out.

You should have a good vantage point from the roof

of this building, if they don't shut the curtains.

- Did you renegotiate your pay with Keith?

Dan, help me out here, please.

Fine.

But no funny stuff, hmm?

Don't try to play the hero, or some shit.