Message from the King

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...flight number 2671

now in final boarding...

Jacob, it's Bianca.

I'm in trouble. I need your help, please.

I have something they want.

Jacob, I don't know what to do.

Please, call me.

How long will you be staying here

in Los Angeles, Mr. King?

One week.

My return flight to Cape Town

is on the 5th.

It's there on the ticket, ma'am.

You haven't given us an address

where you're gonna be staying.

I'm not sure.

Do you have any friends here,

or any family?

I have to find a hotel.

With $600 in cash for seven days

and no credit card?

I'll make it last.

That's your idea of a vacation, Mr. King?

Took me three months to save that...

and the ticket.

I don't make much.

You drive a cab in Cape Town?

That's right.

But you can make more money

driving a cab in Los Angeles,

right, Mr. King?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Working, staying here in Los Angeles.

I have no intentions of working...

or staying.

And that's the truth.

Do you have a room?

Sixty-five a night, cash up front.

I need to see an ID.

My first name's George.

My rules or you're out.

No hookers, queers, puntas, parties,

junk weed, crack, meth, or loud music.

Not that you seem the type, Mr. King.

Bianca.

Bianca!

- Hello? Can I help you?

- I hope so.

I'm looking for someone.

- I think I have the right address, but...

- Who are you looking for?

My sister. Bianca Zagosin.

Do you know her?

- And you are?

- Her brother, Jacob.

Yeah, I remember you.

I've seen you in photos. I'm Trish.

Trish.

You're a lot cuter in person.

Come on in.

- So, you just get in?

- Yeah.

- My sister, she lives next door, nay?

- Used to.

You know, I haven't talked to Bianca

in, like, forever.

It was actually right around my birthday.

I don't know, to me, she seemed fine.

It's just all of a sudden,

she just bugged out.

She just left, didn't say goodbye,

didn't say anything,

didn't leave a forwarding address.

I asked the landlords.

So they both moved out?

Yeah. Her and Armand did.

You mean Alex, her husband?

No, her and Armand.

Alex hasn't been around in forever.

- Who's Armand?

- Their boy.

Boy?

- Bianca has a child?

- It's not hers. It's Alex's kid.

How do you not know this?

You guys don't talk much?

No, no, but she tried calling,

and now her phone is disconnected.

Oh, so you're just worried?

She's my little sister.

That's sweet.

So, where did Alex go?

They had a big argument.

She didn't tell me what about.

And he just left her. With his kid?

Yeah.

You wanna sit down?

You don't like Alex?

I only met him once. In Cape Town.

I think Alex got into

some sort of money trouble.

It was a mess.

Hey.

This is Jacob, Bianca's brother.

Cool.

How'd the audition go?

You've gotta be kidding me.

No more f***ing ice!

Know what?

Can you not do this sh*t right now?

He's looking for Bianca.

Give me one second.

You know what? She left some stuff here.

Let me grab that for you.

What did she leave here?

It's just a bag of her stuff, Bill.

How could you let him in?

Sorry about that.

It's all right.

We are having people over tonight.

You're more than welcome to come.

I told everyone 8:30,

but stuff doesn't get really hopping

until, like, 10:
30, so you should come by.

- Okay.

- Great. See you later.

Do you happen to know

who Bianca paid her rent to?

Yeah, Mrs. Lazlo.

Go down the street,

there's a white building, go to the back.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me for saying this,

but your sister's husband

was a cheap son of a b*tch.

Wasn't one month I got the rent on time.

It was always a fight.

Good thing they moved her out,

'cause I was about to throw her out.

- Who moved her out?

- Oh, some pal of her old man's, Zeke...

That's right, Zico.

Slicked back hair, you know,

a**hole, Mediterranean.

Didn't expect the check to clear.

- So, Bianca owes you money?

- No, he squared up on everything.

God knows how she pulled that off.

He didn't even complain

about losing the deposit.

Guess he knew what a mess she was.

Did you see her before she went?

When she moved in here,

she was a nice young woman.

Polite. Pretty, too.

Last time I saw her, sonny...

she looked terrible,

beat up and strung out.

I'm sorry, but that's how it was.

This friend, Zico, I don't know him.

Do you know where I can find him?

The name on the check

was Carbodiam Carwash.

It's, uh... It's over on Prospect Street.

Maybe he works there.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Zico.

There's nobody here called Zico.

- Mm-hmm.

- What's this about, my friend?

I'm looking for my sister. Bianca.

Bianca Zagosin.

Zico knows her.

He might be able to help me find her.

There's nobody here called Zico.

We can't help you.

Hello.

Excuse me. Is this the Yung Du Market?

Excuse me.

- Can I ask you a question?

- What you buying?

I'm not buying anything, ma'am.

I just want to know

if you've seen this woman.

- No, I don't know. I don't know.

- This woman, does she...

- Does she shop here?

- I'm busy. I'm working.

Sorry. I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

Mom, what's the problem?

What's going on, man?

I only want to know if you've seen

this woman and perhaps the kid.

Uh...

- You're not from around here, are you?

- No. South Africa.

I don't remember her,

but I've seen this kid in here for sure.

When was the last time?

Maybe two, three weeks ago.

Who are they?

My sister and her boy.

I'm looking for them. They've disappeared.

What did she say?

She's asking if you've checked the morgue.

All right, this is case number 4372.

Female African-American,

found in a dumpster up on Manchester.

Cause of death,

OD from prescribed psychiatric medication.

Seems the dumpster was her home.

- Not her.

- Yeah. All right.

Back up, back up.

Nah. It's the wrong demographic.

Mid-50s, found in a bathtub,

trying to pretend she was a fish.

All right, number 4410 right here.

Yeah, I remember you, baby.

Found in a stolen vehicle

up on West Olympic.

Cause of death,

blunt force trauma to the head.

Made the Channel 4 news.

We had one just like this

a couple years back.

Gang sh*t.

Man, them motherfucking gangs these days.

Come on, tell me this ain't her.

It's not her.

God be praised.

Or are you all up into Allah and sh*t?

I gotta say something here.

You exotic Negroes

is some cold-blooded motherfuckers.

Most people be in the john by now...

Okay, enough of that.

Just use your mouth.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wrong room.

It's the only room with the porno working,

so I gotta keep it free.

Here you go.

You're in 210 now.

Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. King.

Now what the...

What the f*** do you want, man?

What the f***?

Get him!

F***! You're f***ing with the wrong guy!

Oh, God!

Ah, sh*t!

You killed my sister. You tortured her!

Why? Why?!

- They told us to.

- Who told you?

Give me back my f***ing phone!

Whoever you work for, tell them

this was a message from the King.

Trish, open up the f***ing door.

I know you're in there.

Open the f***ing door!

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