Something Good: The Mercury Factor Page #3

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Oh, I just want to give people

the chance to eat something

other than garbage. That's why.

Well, the restaurant is half empty.

I haven't seen many people around here.

Rich people won't come to eat

in a place like this.

No, they want the frills,

the trappings of luxury.

Yeah, it's very simple, very Chinese.

Anyway, it's the quality

of the food that counts.

People eat with their eyes,

not with their stomach.

Deception is the name of the game.

Truth is a luxury,

like your little restaurant.

- You are wrong.

- You are wrong.

No! You are wrong.

- You came here to eat.

- It wasn't my idea.

And then you decided to stay.

Because you felt you could trust me.

How often does that happen?

Xiwen. It's one o'clock.

I'll be leaving.

Sure, Fan.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Miss Xiwen, I'm all finished.

Your girlfriend must be waiting for you.

- She isn't my girlfriend.

- She seemed to think so.

Deception is the name of the game.

You smile.

- Should I go?

- Sure. We're closed.

- Matteo.

- Xiwen.

- Where are you from?

- Italy.

- Nice.

- Yes. Far away.

I hope you'll come back.

- Basil.

- That's your herb,

blended with a mixture

of cellulose, no essences.

The thought never crossed my mind.

Thank you.

Good night.

Who are you?

Who are you working for?

Give me the gun...

Check if he still has a pulse.

He's dead.

The last load was covered in mold!

We make it with rotten eggs.

What do you expect?

I expect that it looks like it's

fresh out of the chicken's ass!

And increase the color.

I don't want to see mold in it,

no cadaverine, no putrescine.

Increasing the color increases the price.

Not if I supply the color.

I have a load of industrial dye

to get rid of.

And don't give me these huge cans:

I need 20, 25 liter cans.

You know what we sell it for, right?

Schools, homes, prisons!

The cargo is leaving for Europe on Monday.

On the label:
"Egg Product".

Sweet name, right?

Move!

Hello?

What do you mean, Thomas?

When?

OK. I'll be right there.

No no, I'll go.

The three victims were shot

at close range with a handgun.

No witnesses have stepped forward

and no other evidence has been shared.

The murder weapons

have not yet been recovered.

Detective Xi Chan...

has been handed the case.

We have learned that the original

murders were come across

by a wedding couple taking pictures.

This information and images from earlier on

- Exactly.

- by the pair, were popularized by the press.

- We have no other information at this time.

- Get it back to the lab...

What do we got here?

Hey. This man watching...

- You guys want to close up the bags?

- Yeah.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I have an appointment

with Miss Ree.

- Alright, go right in. Please.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, Miss Ree.

- Good morning.

I got a letter from the bank, and

I just want to make sure

there's no mistake.

Well, let's take a look.

I'm afraid there's no mistake.

Two days.

If you don't pay the debts by then,

the bank is going to take away your apartment

and the restaurant. I'm sorry.

I thought I could have another two months.

We've already given you

all the extensions possible. I'm sorry.

So, uh.. is there any way I could have...

I'm sorry, my hands are tied.

Is there.. anything else I can do?

No, I guess.

I hope I bet on the right horse.

- I think it's a private matter.

- Private?

Some years ago I bought a thoroughbred

for twenty million dollars.

It was the fastest and most

expensive animal in all of Asia.

A few weeks later,

it was found dead in a field.

They discovered that my jockey

had been running it in illegal races.

I don't like secrets.

Neither do I.

I've lost.

This is the problem. Taste it.

- Powdered milk.

- Powdered, yes. Milk? Almost.

- But with an additive which will fool any test.

- Melamine?

A new, heterocyclic composition.

Simpler, less expensive.

- Mortality rate?

- Below 0.5 percent.

- What's the problem?

- It's not ours.

- Hi, Greg.

- Hi.

This is the KRDB Group's milk.

He managed to get a sample for us

from their laboratories.

That's why they pay me the big bucks.

- How far ahead are they with their research?

- They're already in production.

It's a no-brainer. It simulates the same

nutritional value as ours,

but costs a third less.

So, when the World Health Organization

chooses the milk to be distributed

in the refugee camps: no hesitation.

They chose this.

Then let's do something about it.

Let's f*** the Indians.

Be happy. We're gonna f*** the Indians.

Yes, Mister Bai.

I'm good, how are you?

So, you got my e-mail?

Yeah, thank you.

Yes, I've asked you because I know

how fond you are of my restaurant.

Yes.

OK.

We will never be able to pay them back.

We're going through a very difficult time.

Yes, I understand. I know, I know.

I will repay the money as soon as possible.

Yes. Yes.

I'm just asking for two more weeks!

That's not a lot to ask!

OK.

Thank you.

I see. It doesn't matter.

Yeah, thank you anyway,

for calling me back.

It was very kind of you.

You, too. Have a nice day.

Yeah.

- So, how much?

- Six hundred tons.

So we make, fifty per ton.

- Eighty.

- Fifty.

- Seventy.

- Fifty.

- I make no money on fifty!

- You make money on fifty.

- OK. Cash as usual.

- Of course.

Heigh ho, Matteo.

- So what's happening? What are you dealing?

- Well, scraps of processed leather.

We buy it from the Russians,

and sell it to South America.

What do they do with it?

Grind them, and mix it with food

for fish, chickens, cows...

- They feed animal skins to grass eaters?

- Yeah.

No, that can't be right.

I'll never figure that out.

Well, think about 1000 percent profit

and you'll figure it out easy.

Besides, it can't be that bad for you.

People keep eating that sh*t, and the

average age keeps going up and up.

- Look at you!

- Yeah.

- You did a good job with the Indians.

- Thanks.

Wasn't exactly good news

for you though, was it?

Let's get inside,

I need to talk to you.

Thomas' murder.

It's all everybody talks about.

- I need to know who's behind it.

- What about the police investigation?

- Isn't that enough for you?

- No, I need to know before the police.

OK.

- Do you have an alibi?

- Listen, I didn't ask that you investigate me.

Oh don't worry,

the cops are going to do that!

- I was searching for Thomas all night.

- So you don't have an alibi!

No, I don't have an alibi!

But I think Thomas

had nothing to do with it.

Well, we'd better find out

who did have something to do with it,

before the police throw your ass

in a Hong Kong prison.

Alright, thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for understanding.

It's nothing, was my pleasure.

- Are you closing down?

- Yep.

The bank is taking everything.

The restaurant, my apartment.

How come?

You were right.

People who can afford my cooking

don't come to a place like this.

As you grow older and

you learn to hate being right.

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