Lies We Tell

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[cell phone ringing]

Hello? Donald speaking.

Ah. He said that he was going

to be in a meeting.

[thunder rumbles]

[engine starts]

[owl hoots]

[hoots]

Uh, Mrs. Lampross called

at two minutes to 6:00, sir.

The only men who get caught

are those who don't love

their wives enough.

[wings flapping]

[somber organ music]

How'd it go?

Full of details,

eh, Cinders?

[Cinders barks]

[barking]

[Lampross]

"Dear Donald...

if you are reading

this letter,

it means I now need you

to help me.

I ask for your assistance

in clearing up my affairs

with regards to the apartment

and its contents.

Please ensure there are

no undesirable repercussions

as a result

of my indiscretions."

[zipper unzips]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[high-heeled footsteps]

[remote beeps]

[sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[shower running]

[remote beeps]

- And then go home

- See-line

- See-line woman

- See-line

- See-line woman

- See-line

- Dressed in green

- See-line

Wears silk stockings

with golden seams

- See-line woman

- See-line

- See-line woman

- See-line

Dressed in red

See-line

Make a man

lose his head

- See-line woman

- See-line

See-line

- See-line woman

- See-line

Black dress on

for a thousand dollars

She wail and she moan

[softly]

See-line woman

Wiggle wiggle

Purr like a cat

Wink at a man,

and he wink back

- Now child, see-line woman

- See-line

Empty his pockets

and wreck his days

[music continues in background]

- [beep, music stops]

- Demi?

- [door opens]

- Demi?

Demi?

If this is one of your games...

- [door opens]

- Demi...

[gasps]

I'm Donald, his driver.

Why are you here?

Where's Demi?

Mr. Lampross... is dead.

He died suddenly.

Mr. Lampross gave me

certain instructions.

He wants

the flat cleared out.

So I'm going to have

to ask you to leave.

Now.

I'm sorry, it's

Mr. Lampross's instructions.

Oh, uh, what's...

what's in the bag?

It's rubbish.

Oh. Well, if it's rubbish,

I'll take it.

Uh, can... can you

put that back, please?

- It's mine. It was a gift.

- No, put it back, please.

- I said put it back.

- He gave it to me years ago.

Put it back.

Can you give me

my keys, please?

A**hole.

You want a lift?

Was it his heart?

Why won't you tell me

what happened?

You think I don't care.

I know about Donald.

Donald knows

nothing about me.

What does that tell you?

Safer for both of us.

[Arabic music playing]

[growls]

Boo!

You've got no idea

what I risked for Demi.

You did say Royd's Lane,

didn't you?

Who the f***

do you think you are?

Stop the car.

I said stop the f***ing car.

[siren wailing]

[police radio chatter]

It's not what it looks like.

What do you think

it looks like, sir?

I was just giving her a lift.

Could you please tell me

the name of the young lady

you're giving

a lift to, sir?

[sighs] Turn your engine off.

Step out the car, sir.

- Thank you, base, I will inform the suspects.

- Copy that.

This car isn't registered

at the address you gave, sir.

Yeah, well,

that's 'cause I, uh...

I-I've just got

separated from it.

Would you please come

with me to the car, sir?

[all jeering]

If you think I'm one of them,

you've got it all wrong.

It doesn't matter

what I think, madam.

I'm just doing my job.

- I'm actually a lawyer.

- [jeering continues]

[imam singing prayers

over loudspeaker, jeering fades]

[sighs]

[tires screech]

Hey, what the f***?

[engine revving]

I'm gonna f*** you up,

b*tch.

[cell phone rings]

I'm sorry about this.

It shouldn't you take longer

than about ten minutes.

Thanks.

[line ringing]

This is Demi.

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