City of Tiny Lights

All right, boss.

Yo, you all right?

20 Golds.

All right, this is it.

People got a lot of names for someone like me

The way I see it,

I deal in the lies people tell and the truths they don't.

I deal in secrets.

I dig them up or I bury them

forever.

I've been doing that for at least half my life.

You see that?

Quick on your feet.

That's the first principle of greatness.

Quick feet ain't nothing, unless you keep your head still.

And you've got to know the exact location of your off stump.

Right?

- Oi, are you listening? - Dad.

It's what I call your moral compass.

Once you know its whereabouts, you can do whatever you please.

Yeah, okay.

Us immigrants, we've got to be better than the locals.

Who are you calling an immigrant?

- Shot! - What was that?

- King Viv! - Where?

Let me see, ya bugga.

The old man reckons you can learn

everything you need to about life from the game of cricket.

Not sure how much it helped him when he fled Uganda in '73

with nothing but a bag and his army revolver under his jacket

just in case.

He was in the uh, King's African Rifles.

I think he still got the gun somewhere.

Did you see that range?

A super shot, beautifully positioned.

- What a monster. - Merciless, man.

- Dad. - Yes!

Pills.

Off the back foot this time. That languid flow of the bat.

Glorious stuff.

All right?

Where are you going?

I'm going to work.

The last ball of the 50th over and he's finished it off nicely with a six.

We've all got our stories, our lies, our secrets.

They say the truth will always out.

Well, I hope not.

I'd be out of a job, for a start.

There you go.

People call me a snoop.

And they call me a lot worse.

Your door was open.

No worries. Come in, Miss uh...

Chase.

Melody Chase.

How'd you find me, Miss Chase?

I've got an app, Mr. Akhtar.

Natasha, my flatmate. She's gone missing.

- She Russian? - What?

Hookers.

Orientals are adjectives. Happy, Lucky, Smiley, whatever.

Black girls are musical nouns. Harmony, Jazz, Melody.

And um...

Russians just sound Russian.

- Ford cars, from back in the day. - What d'you mean?

Black girls. I know a Seirra, a Capri, a Fiesta.

- You're funny. - You have no idea.

Natasha, she met a client yesterday.

Never came home.

I'm worried.

He was a new client, so we met him together.

Two pairs of eyes. That's the rule.

- At the Tunnel, Mayfair. - Mmm.

I had a drink with him. I left about midnight.

So, what's he look like?

Middle-aged, suit, another Paki.

I've got photos.

Nice.

- What's this? - Hotels we use.

My rate's 300 a day plus expenses. That's the best I can do.

What? What would you charge?

I charge 300 an hour.

I'm in the wrong game.

She's been gone what, 8 hours?

Don't you think you're being a bit paro?

Well, I do.

A lot can happen in 8 hours.

All right, Miss Chase, I'll uh...

be in touch.

Mr. Akhtar.

Oh great, check out boy, man.

- You all right, Mrs. E? - Hey!

Um, he's in trouble again.

Would you mind talking to him, Tommy?

- Me? - Avid will listen to you.

We need to singe this, bruv.

Yo fam, you got a fag?

You shouldn't smoke.

Smoke? I don't smoke. I blaze.

Fools like this need padding, bloke.

Dickheads, man. Reasonin'.

Where's my money?

And the rest?

- Going to Mayfair. - Mayfair?

Yeah, I know. I'm moving up in the world.

I'm looking for a friend of mine. Supposed to be checked in here last night.

Let's go.

- I'm wondering if you can help me. - Sure.

I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Hi, I was hoping you might be able to help me.

I'm looking for a friend of mine.

- Supposed to be checked in here last night. - Yeah, I'd seen her.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Any idea what floor or room? - Um, room 512.

- You sure? Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- That's for you. Take care. - Thanks.

Yeah, Big John, bingo. Don't wait for me.

Fuck.

Housekeeping.

Hello?

- Double Turk, no ice. - Sure.

Here you go.

Hello, which emergency service do you require?

Hello, police, please?

Police emergency, how can I help you?

Yes, I would like to report a murder, please.

Tommy fuckin' Akhtar.

Oh fuck.

- Shelley. - Tommy.

- You're back. - Yeah.

- How long? - Couple of months.

- You never... - No, I meant to. I was just...

I really meant to.

You come here every year?

Thank you.

Em...

Oh, come. Come now.

Em, this is Tommy Akhtar, we were...

We were friends a long time ago.

You knew my dad?

Yeah.

Fancy flowers.

From Lovely, innit?

Always showing off.

I've got this new job.

You should come by.

Come on.

I'm Shelley.

Yeah, you're Stuart's girlfriend.

Yeah, Stuart's girlfriend.

You're in my English class.

Yeah, of course.

I recognize no words like, what was that "episodic allegory"?

Remember that?

I dunno. I guess it's my dad.

You talking to my girl?

No, I was just... joking.

So, um, you Churchill Massive or what?

- Yeah, of course. - C'mon, then.

What are you playin' at?

That's not very friendly.

All right, sit down.

Tame shit, bruv.

If you wanna knock one out, you need to go online, fam.

- It's work. - Course it is.

- Lets give it up. - Yeah man, take a toke.

Hey, what the fuck, Tommy, man!

My office, my rules. Fags only.

You kissing the teeth? I got bog roll more abrasive than you man.

- What'd you want? - I don't want nuttin.

Mum told me to come round here.

Said you wanted to talk to me or suttin.

Did she now?

Yeah. I mean I think so.

She's all like, Avid, do this, Avid do that.

Or don't do this, or don't do that.

Fuck it. Why the fuck you laughing though?

That's extra, you get me?

That phone is lame.

This is evidence.

But, don't know the PIN.

Give it here, man.

Piece of piss.

The default- 1, 2, 3, 4.

Come on, bruv, everybody knows that.

- All right, send it. - Hold on.

There's an SD card.

Oh, it's locked. Got a decrypt?

- What? - Decrypt.

Don't know what a decrypt is?

Keep up bruv. I'll take it, yeah? Rip it easy.

All right.

You should let me work with you, man.

Tommy and Av. T.A. Confidential.

You get me?

Your mum would love that, wouldn't she?

Yeah, she's all over you.

Just go easy on your mum, yeah?

- All right? - Yeah, man.

All right, go on, piss off.