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.

Please leave a message.

[beep]

[growling softly]

Oi! What was KD

doing at your house?

Oi! B*tch. Oi!

I asked you a f***ing question,

b*tch.

What was KD doing at yours?

He wouldn't go to my house.

He went with Mum.

Tracey took 'em.

Your mum wouldn't go anywhere

with her.

I'm part of the family now.

She's even chosen a new name

for me when I convert.

Are you going to convert before

or after that bastard's born?

F*** you.

F***ing b*tch, who's a f***ing

bastard now then, eh?

[grunting]

- Oi! Oi!

- Hey, b*tch!

Are you all right?

Smile, b*tch!

[laughs] Yeah!

[car doors opening, closing]

[engine revving]

But if they're deleted,

then you don't have

a problem, do you?

I said

he normally deleted them.

But this one

was special to him.

We took it a couple

of weeks ago in Paris.

Look, I'm worried that he didn't

get a chance to delete it.

We have to be sure.

We?

I thought that you came to the

flat to clear all signs of me.

I was given a job to do.

As far as I'm concerned,

once it was done,

that was it, job over.

But if there's a video

of me on that phone,

you haven't done

your job, have you?

What would Demi think

if he knew

that you let his wife see it?

Imagine the pain that you'd be

putting her through, Donald,

the man he could trust

with anything.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Amber!

- Has that b*tch Banu been...

- Stop!

She's my sister.

Amber! Amber!

I got a brother!

I got a brother!

Who put that in his head?

I got a broth...

What did you do that for?

Take your sister's bags up.

Before you start shouting,

ask your abu why they came.

What happened?

KD.

Please tell me that you didn't

let him in our house.

Ammi, I'm talking to you.

They came for their share.

- They could have phoned.

- They did.

The day after

your grandfather's funeral,

but you know your father,

one excuse after another.

But I don't understand.

Why is he making excuses?

Why doesn't

he just give it to them?

He sold it.

[indistinct chatter

on television]

One of them days?

You missed our Heather.

She wants you to sign these.

What have I missed?

F***'s sake, Donald,

is that all you've got to say?

Your boss just got buried,

your wife served you

divorce papers...

They didn't bury him.

Took him to Greece.

Well, wherever the f***

they took him.

Listen, mate,

I'm not just saying this

'cause she's me sister,

but sooner or later,

you've gotta start

facing up to things.

You can't keep your head

buried in the sand.

Can I borrow your toolbox?

- [sighs]

- [Cinders barking]

[growls and barks]

Get the f*** out of there,

you horny bastard!

[water splashing in bathtub]

No more envelopes

after today.

It's finished.

No more overtime.

No more working late.

No more weekends.

Ammi, why haven't

you paid this?

Bring my handbag down.

Here.

Bye.

[man] Karen, have you got a copy

of that transcript

- from yesterday?

- Oh, yes, I've got it here.

[sighs]

[beep]

[cell phone rings]

- Hello?

- Hello, Donald?

I thought you said

you were gonna call.

Yeah, but I...

Have you found it yet?

I can't really speak

at the moment.

I'll get back to you, okay?

How's it going

with Heather then?

[sighs] It's not really.

I know, love, it's hard.

Sometimes you only stay together

for the sake of the kids.

I mean, look at me and Mark.

Real sh*t.

Get that down you

before it gets cold.

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