Deception Page #3

- Hard to say.

It's back-to-back

bullshit here.

But next week, I hope.

Well, good luck.

I'll see you when

you get back.

You, too.

- Hello?

- Are you free tonight?

I'm sorry, you have

the wrong number.

- Hello?

- Hey, are you free tonight?

Can you meet me in Chinatown,

on Doyer Street?

Say, eight o'clock?

Okay.

I got you a present.

- Thank you.

- It looks great on you.

- Let's go.

- Yeah.

We'd like... we'd

like one of these.

And... one of these...

oh, and that.

Thank you.

- What did you order?

- I have absolutely no idea.

- How do you know

well like it?

How do you know we won't?

This is so not my life.

Ever since that

night on the subway

I haven't stopped

thinking about you.

I'm not sure I believe you.

I mean, you're in a sex club.

I'm not judging you.

I'm in there, too.

But don't say you've been...

solemnly holding a

torch for me for...

- long now, one month?

- Point taken.

I got you a present.

Oh, he is so cute.

Thank you.

- Here.

- Thanks.

What is that?

Ginseng gum.

It's terrible.

I guess...

it does sort of

taste like hairspray.

I think I got it now.

I think your name is Suki.

What? What are you

thinking about?

- I don't want to

complicate your life.

No...

I want all the

complications you've got.

Maybe you should go?

Maybe you should stay.

I know we decided

not to rush, but...

Just for the record,

I'm doing everything

I can just to apply

the brakes here.

Oh, me too.

Our parents would be proud.

But just say...

Say what?

If we acted...

just suddenly tore off

the rest of these...

clothes to consummate

their deep...

human needs in a frenzy of...

F***ing and sucking.

Beautifully put.

- You were saying?

- Well...

- Who could blame

these two people?

Who could possibly judge them?

Who would know?

- I got it.

- Where are you going?

Ice.

Oh, you gonna get

some ice, huh?

There's a machine

out in the hallway.

I'll be right back.

I'll get the ice.

You stay here,

I'll get the ice.

- Jonathan. Wait.

- No, I'll go.

Would you like some help?

I can manage. Thank you.

I can't get the card to work.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Hello?

Sir. Sir.

Mr. McQuarry, Detective Russo.

- How're you doing?

- Not too good.

This is Detective Burke.

I need a background check.

Last name McQuarry,

first name Jonathan.

And you don't know

anything about her?

- Where she works,

where she lives,

her phone number?

- Like I said,

all I know about her...

is her first name

starts with an S.

- Is she a prostitute?

- No.

- I told you, she's a friend.

A friend you met

in a sex group.

- Look, who else is

in this sex group?

I don't know. It's

not like that.

It's anonymous.

You walked into the

room and saw blood?

Yeah, I saw blood and

then someone hit me,

and when I came

to she was gone.

- And you didn't

see who hit you?

No, they were behind me.

- They must've been

hiding in the bathroom.

Well, was there

anything stolen?

- Your wallet, or

jewelry or anything?

No, I have my wallet.

Look, Detective, please,

you've got to find her.

We can't do anything...

until I understand

what happened tonight.

I told you what

happened tonight.

Have you ever had

experiences like this before?

- No. What're you

talking about?

We spoke to the desk clerk,

and he only recalls

seeing you check in.

And as for the blood

you say you saw,

we checked the room

and found nothing.

In fact, the only

blood we found...

is where you hit your head.

Look, I know it all sounds...

But I swear there's a woman

in serious trouble right now.

A woman whose name

you don't know.

Yes.

- Look, clearly, you

had a tough night.

I'm not crazy.

I tell you what. Go

home, and if you...

remember anything,

you give me a call.

Hey, Wyatt, it's me, Jonathan.

Look, something happened

to me last night.

Could you call me back

when you get a chance?

I really need to speak to you.

- Can I help you?

I need to speak to Wyatt Bose.

He's one of your attorneys...

and in your London

office right now.

Maybe I can speak

to his assistant.

I need to get in

touch with him.

Of course. Just a minute.

- Are you sure that you

have the right firm?

Yes, I met him here

when I was working.

Wyatt Bose, he's six-one,

he has black hair. Wait.

I have his... I have his card.

You see? Look. Wyatt Bose.

I can assure you

there is no one...

by this name working

in this firm.

No, but I've seen

him in these halls.

We smoked pot in

the conference room.

Excuse me?

Wait. Hey, wait

I'm trying to get

hold of Wyatt.

- Who?

Wyatt Bose. I saw

you talking with him.

- You cracked jokes

with him in the lobby.

I crack jokes with

a lot of people.

- Are you trying to

tell me you don't...

Hey. Easy with the

hands. What is this?

He said he was going to London...

with a Mr. Rutherford

to paper a deal.

Mr. McQuarry, Mr. Rutherford...

is presently recovering

from hip surgery.

In New Jersey.

- Yes?

I'm sorry. I'm

looking for Wyatt.

- Excuse me. Wyatt?

Yeah, Wyatt Bose.

He lives here.

Uh, in, in this building?

No, I'm sorry, he must be new.

No, not in this building.

In this apartment.

- No, wait, that painting.

It's a Gerhard

Richter, right? - Yes.

From the gallery in Munich

that Herr Kleiner handled.

The art dealer downstairs.

Downstairs you must

mean Mr. Moretti.

But he's in the

carpet business.

Young man, are you alright?

She's a looker.

You weren't kidding.

I can see...

why she had you all

hot and bothered.

Oh, Jesus Christ, it was you.

Where is she?

Wyatt...

I need you to listen.

You're starting...

next week at

Clute-Nichols, yes?

Who are you?

I'm your only shot

at seeing her alive again.

- I asked you a

f***ing question.

Yes.

Have a seat. Sit down.

As a part of their audit

you've temporary...

access to all accounts

and wire protocols.

- That's what this is about?

- Jonathan.

I want you to locate

some accounts for me.

You're gonna move

some money around.

- I can't.

- What?

- They're client accounts.

There's safety...

Listen.

I never said client accounts.

I mean some sub-accounts

that I know of,

outside the realm

of your audit.

Masked accounts. Slush funds.

Typical insider

stuff, you know.

skimmed into a quiet account

for a rainy day.

- You don't think

they'll notice...

when it's gone? -

Eventually, yes.

But they won't do

sh*t about 'em...

'cause it's dirty money.

- I can't.

This isn't a

negotiation, Jonathan.

Besides, we're

friends, remember?

I'm warning you. Don't

try and be a hero,

'cause people are

gonna get hurt.

And you go to the cops,

I'll make it look...

like you cut her pretty

little head off.

- Don't hurt her.

Just do as you're instructed,

- and you'll have

her back in no time.

And why should I trust you?

- Everything you

told me was a lie.

Oh, not lies, Jonathan.

That was foreplay.

And now youre f***ed.

I'll be watching.

Hello?

You have one new

voice message.

New message one.

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