Something Good: The Mercury Factor Page #5

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I can see some people thinking

that's worth three lives.

But tell me, Matteo:

why kill Thomas?

Why the f*** did they kill Thomas,

and not you? Huh?

No idea.

No idea...

- Madam Xiwen. Nice to see you.

- Here are the keys and the documents...

Wait. Didn't you get my e-mail?

It's all been taken care of, two days ago.

Your debts have been paid off.

- What?

- You didn't know?

- By whom?

- I thought by you, I don't know.

It came in on a numbered account.

Of course it was him.

He's paid you back for your lies.

He paid my debts two days before he

came to see me. He didn't meet me then.

He knew he would have to

ask you for an alibi.

- What do you know about him?

- I just believe he's innocent.

- He's accused you.

- No, Fan!

Yes, I like him.

But that's not the reason, I...

I know what this restaurant

means to you.

No, Fan, you don't know.

You don't know what it means,

how it feels,

to lose a child in that way!

I opened this restaurant

so that Shitou's death

would not be in vain! Closing down

would be like reliving his death!

We will open the restaurant!

I will help you!

But if you go to jail because

of this man, it will all be over.

Don't trust him! Otherwise,

you will have nothing but trouble.

- Sajnani! Hey! - Matteo!

- Come here, mother-f***er!

- How much do you know about that?

- About what?

How much do you know about the

three people that got killed! - Who?

- I don't know! - Three people got killed!

How much do you know?

- It wasn't us, we don't need to!

- You don't need to? - No.

I'm going to take you to the

slaughter house, cut you in pieces

and serve you to all the fast food

of Manila! How much do you know about it?

- Nothing! - Who did it?

- Somebody bigger than both of us.

- What do you know about it?

- It wasn't us!

If you know anything, you call me.

- Yeah. We're together.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- Mister Mercury.

- Any messages?

There's a new girl for you. Do you

want me to send her up to your room?

No.

Hi.

I have to thank you.

That was... very brave of you.

- I'm sorry, I can't accept.

- Why not?

I feel bribed. I lied to the police

because I trust you,

not so you would save my restaurant.

I covered your debts

before I asked you to lie for me.

You can check.

- I don't know what to say.

- Don't thank me.

I did it for a very selfish reason.

I want to eat at your restaurant again.

Even though it's such a cheap, old place?

We can change a few things.

I want it to be very unique.

You can break through that wall.

I'd like to make an archway back here.

We're going to make this space a buffet.

And just put all the candles...

OK, and maybe some lighting...

Hold on a minute...

Is that possible?

Romantic!

Hey, look out, sorry ...

This can go.

What we don't like, we'll change.

We'll do that!

It looks nice, right?

You like this format?

Very nice. Print it.

- I love these red chairs!

- Really? Great!

I'm sorry, we haven't succeeded in

synthesizing the compound from KRDB.

It's more complicated than expected.

Securitize it.

It's quite simple.

In finance, when you need

to raise cash, you sell debt

in the form of shares, toxic shares,

that aren't even worth

- the paper they're printed on.

- In layman's terms?

Our rivals sell expired milk

with fake milk proteins.

We will sell fake milk,

with fake milk proteins,

it's quite simple and cheaper.

What do you mean "fake"?

Whatever looks like powdered milk.

Flour. Ground rice. Chalk.

Anything that looks like

powdered milk will do.

As long as it doesn't have

an expiration date and costs less.

Adulterating powdered milk

causes the death of many children.

To distribute chalk, flour,

whatever, as powdered milk

more children will die

and will alarm all

international organizations.

At which point we'll start using

expired milk just like our rivals.

We would've earned enough money to buy

the silence of any government in the world.

We have another brand, "Baby Lac".

Use that. It's reassuring, it's healthy,

perfect for "White Africa".

Mr. Matteo, if you want to win this battle,

I suggest you make a decision quickly.

Time is running out.

OK. Let's make milk...

without milk.

It's beautiful.

- You disappeared.

- I've been busy.

Well, we don't open until tomorrow.

I know.

But I love empty restaurants.

It's like being back home.

My father had a restaurant in Milan.

Nothing fancy.

The food was good and... and that's

where I grew up, between the kitchen,

the tables, the larder...

So, what happened to it?

My father died. And I sold it.

It's a pity.

It's a pity.

Well, what do you think?

Satisfied?

It's the best investment of my life.

But I'll be satisfied

when I can eat your food again.

- How about you?

- I'm happy to see you.

- Good morning.

- Hey! Good morning!

Room service.

- Wow. - This is Italian breakfast,

especially homemade for you.

- Thanks a lot.

- Cappuccino, fresh oranges,

- marmalade, biscuits and ...

- Croissant.

No no, that's French. Cornetto.

- Cornetto.

- Cornetto.

Thank you.

Sorry. One second.

- Yeah. - Hey. We need to talk.

- Let's meet at my hotel.

- One hour? - Not a good idea.

- Why? What's going on?

Meet at the place by the docks.

Now.

- OK. I'll meet there.

- Matteo. Come alone.

- OK.

- Ciao.

- Problems?

- I have to go.

So, I'll see you tonight?

Did you mean what you said before?

That you would live with me?

Try asking me.

We sent another two cargo ships

to Europe today.

I can't believe this "sh*t"

we're sending everywhere.

This was a fishing village.

Then we came with our war ships,

and we "forced" the Emperor

to gift this to us.

China was swamped in opium, from India.

And that was just the start.

Never thought of you as an idealist.

I got her profile from

the company she worked for.

- Which was?

- Us!

F***!

The Feng Group...

the f***ing Feng Group.

She handled the docks, Matteo, like me:

the espionage, infiltration,

investigations, just like me!

Same level in the f***ing payroll.

Now she's gone.

I won't f***ing make

monarch now, will I?

So we got a spy-pickpocket-killer,

on our payroll.

- Now the question: who's pulling the strings?

- Yeah, that's right, Matteo.

That's the question.

Money. Hong f***ing Kong fishing village.

The Emperor should have kick our asses

right back into the sea!

Don't trust anyone.

Don't trust me, because I

sure as f***, don't trust you.

Hope to see you soon.

Thank you.

- The opening went well.

- Well?

"Well" is when a restaurant

is only half full.

- Do you have any idea how long

I'm booked up for? - No.

- Three.

- Three days?

Three weeks.

Three weeks?

What a way to go!

I know. Seems,

everyone wants to eat here.

Like you said.

People eat with their eyes.

Yeah. People eat with their eyes.

What's this?

A C-section.

One of the few things

of my son I have left.

How old was he?

Four.

His father was married

to another woman so,

he never saw his son.

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