City of Tiny Lights

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Hey, 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 had 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.

- Mm

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.

Well, Miss Chase, I'll uh...

be in touch.

Mr. Akhtar.

Oh crit, 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.

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