Hey, you're in deep shit.
Harry Barnes, he's heard you're a dog.
Said he's gonna come for you.
I'm not a dog, Ned.
I didn't tell Nightingale a thing.
Well, they think you did.
Just take this.
I never stabbed anyone in my life. I'm not gonna start now.
Your bloody books, they're not gonna help you here, right?
Now, just take it, hey?
Barnes, check it out.
G'day, Barnes. How you going?
Look, I know what you've heard,
but that prick Nightingale's only calling me a dog 'cause I won't talk.
Would I be standing here if I was--
Oh. Yeah. -Yes.
Hey. Hey.
I'm gonna kill you, you dog bastard.
Oi!
No, hey!
Get the fuck back.
It's a lie. Nightingale is setting me up.
I am not a dog. Say it.
Say it! -You're not a dog.
Say it to them!
He's not a dog.
This ends now. Yeah?
I think we should go back, find out what the hell is going on.
Nothing good. So until we know, you need to stay out of sight.
Promise me you'll stay put.
Yeah, all right.
Just do me a favor. Get word to Abdullah. Have him meet us here.
A goonda like him will make things worse. We are not needing him.
He might be exactly what we need. -Okay.
Find him.
Everything had turned sour,
Kavita, Karla.
The old feeling of helplessness.
I'd been here before, my fate in other people's hands,
and I hated it.
Out all night, same dress... That has to be a good sign.
I want details.
That good, huh?
I think I found a way Lin can stay.
Then why don't you look happier about it?
It means I have to leave.
I offered Kavita a story on Zhou, the Palace,
Walid and Sagar Wada. All of it.
Or a version of it, anyway.
Lin deserves to stay more than I do.
One of us might as well get what they want.
Still wanna leave town? With me?
Modena came here while you were gone.
If you can get us new passports, all three of us can go together.
Would you speak to Kavita about Zhou and the Palace?
I might need it to give her what I promised.
If it hurts that crazy bitch and helps you, then why not?
As long as you promise we'll be gone before the story comes out.
We have to be.
Are you gonna tell Lin what you're doing? -Nope.
What about Khader?
Him either.
I can give them both what they want, but only if they don't know.
This is so you.
You finally fall for a guy and then you blow up the whole world,
just so you can't be together.
Lin, it's me.
Come in.
Let's hear it then, Didier.
Yeah. The man looking for you is a Nigerian named Raheem.
He believes that you swindled him somehow, uh,
and, uh, wants you dead and his money back.
I haven't even fucking heard of the guy.
He's been buying brown sugar from Maurizio Belcane.
Maurizio?
What, he set me up? -Yeah.
Dirty lying bastard.
I'm gonna fucking kill him.
Maybe I could go and explain to him. He'll see he's after the wrong man.
If Raheem's been buying heroin in Khader's territory, then I'll take care of it.
He's after me. -And I'm saying I will fix it.
If this Raheem wants me dead, I'm gonna deal with it myself.
We'll go after them together.
I'm here as your brother first. The results will be the same.
Good way to get yourself killed. -Okay. Okay.
You need to knock, mate.
Okay. So, you do not want to know where this very dangerous Raheem fellow,
who is after Lin, is staying?
Okay, I'll go.
Prabhu, just tell us where he is.
Tell us where he is.
In a hotel near Colaba with two others. Big, scary men, haan.
All right, let's go.
Wait-- Wait.
You've already done enough. -Are you knowing anyone at this hotel?
Raheem's room number even?
No, na? My contacts will give us the advantage of surprise.
It's his funeral.
Lin, a moment.
Take this.
I made a promise I'd never use one of those again.
Welcome to Bombay International Airport.
Number two.
Please show your passport and visas to customs.
Next in line.
Purpose of trip?
Uh, Detective Nightingale, Australian Federal Police.
I'm here on official business. Shouldn't be here more than a week.
Actually, one of your mob was, uh, supposed to meet me here
and spare me all this stuff.
You've checked the box to indicate you'll be here three to six months
and stated purpose of trip is tourism and not business.
You need to fill out a new form.
Uh, look, mate.
I'm a police officer, mate, like you. -Mmm.
No, no. Not here, sir.
You need to fill out the form correctly, get back into line and submit it again.
Fuck this.
Where's your skipper, eh?
Sir, I am the supervising officer here.
People are waiting, and you're in their way.
Excuse me.
Lin, Abdullah, my friend Mohit.
Um, I promised him we'll be paying the tips he misses.
It's okay.
Hold.
Okay. Ready.
I only have one spare.
Mate, you don't have to be here.
Room service.
We didn't order anything. Get out of here.
Sir, I have message from Didier Levy. Something about Lin Ford.
Who the hell are you?
Close the door, now!
I heard you're looking for me.
You are Lin Ford? You took my money!
I know nothing about your money!
Maurizio Belcane took my down payment and never delivered.
Said you took the money. -Yeah? Well, he's a fucking liar.
Trust me when I tell you that Lin had nothing to do with this.
Because if he were selling heroin in Colaba, I'd get the job of killing him.
Do you recognize the name Abdel Khader Khan?
I'm his man.
Let me leave with my life back to Nigeria,
and I'll tell you exactly where to find Maurizio.
You can keep the money, and you'll never see me again. My word.
I need to know where Maurizio is.
Maurizio, he lied to us.
Lin Ford was not our problem.
He is coming to you now, and you will hand Maurizio over to him alive.
But first make him tell you where he put our money.
I want him broken. Do you understand?
Yes, boss.
You're fucked, little man.
He'll be waiting for you.
Hey.
I'll get my men to come here and deal with them, then we can go get Maurizio.
I don't need help dealing with that lying piece of shit.
He's tied to a chair.
Lin! Come with me to Sagar Wada.
This gundagiri is not you, Lin.
Look, these men, this here, I understand this. You had to come.
But now, chasing Maurizio, what use is this revenge?
You are not dead. This is a good ending. Let this be the end.
You're not the one he tried to have killed.
Men like these, don't leave them to do it again.
You should listen to me, not Abdullah or this voice in your head.
Trust me, my friend.
Come home with me.
I should have listened,
but years of anger had broken through,
all the prison rage I'd buried in a shallow grave.
The sheer fury at being set up again.
My life and death controlled by another man's lies.
It'll never end, dog.
Oh, fuck's sake.
Look at the state of you.
Somebody told me you lost a pint and a half of blood.
You should see the other fella.
You should've killed the other fella when you had a bloody chance, mate.
They're not gonna stop coming for you now, Dale.
Not ever.
I don't know!
Where's the money?
No, you're fucked. You.
Please show your passport and visas to customs.
Welcome to India, Mr. Nightingale.
Detective Nightingale?
I'm Chavan Sharma, your liaison officer from Bombay Police. I will assist--
Hey. Why didn't you help me when that asshole was hassling me?
Detective, do you enjoy it when other people tell you how to do your job?
Neither do I. I imagine neither does he.
Well, as long as everyone's fucking happy.
Please, I have a car waiting outside.
I can take you to the police station, and we can begin the formali--
No. I want to talk to this Nishant Patel fella at the Bombay National News first.
Wasted enough time as it is. Thanks.
Walid gave me as a bribe to Rujul to secure the land rights to Sagar Wada.
Madame Zhou told me, whatever they asked, I had to do it.
You had sex with Rujul?
While Walid watched.
I heard everything they talked about.
And Rujul accepted the deal?
No. Rujul told Walid he couldn't be bought.
But only after he'd had his fun.
Walid was pissed off.
That's why Rujul turned up dead.
Madame Zhou knew what was going on?
Nothing happens at the Palace that she doesn't know about.
And you're willing to go on the record with all this?
Sure.
I'll give it all to you,
as long as you promise not to publish before I get out of town.
So, Rujul's deputy, Akash Pandey, gets his job.
And according to the tapes,
he does take Walid's money and made the deal Rujul rejected?
You heard it for yourself.
Who's the girl in the pictures?
Sunita, a prostitute from Kamathipura.
Government corruption, hookers, gangsters and a foreign-run brothel.
What else do you need, Kavita?
This blackmail material, how did you come by it?
I'm the one who arranged for it.
Walid wanted some insurance against Pandey changing his mind.
If he doesn't get what he wants, he'll expose Pandey.
And now you're betraying Walid Shah?
Yes.
And I'm meant to believe you're risking your life for Lin?
Do you care why I'm doing it?
I need your word. Do we have a deal?
I'll need the girl to corroborate that it's her voice on the tapes.
Can you bring her to me? -Yes.
All right.
The Palace. Give me all of it.
We should call the police.
No one has called? No messages, nothing?
No. Nothing for you.
Hey, Lisa.
That looks sore. Ouch. -It's nothing.
What happened to your face?
Busy day at the office.
You know I have other things to do without being summoned to drive you around?
Then thank you for coming.
Khaderbhai insisted. He's very concerned about your happiness these days.
Is that the money?
Two lakhs.
She earned it.
A fortune for a Kamathipura whore.
Why does it matter to you so much what happens with this woman?
Only a man would ask that.
I made Sunita a promise.
Sometimes all you've got left is doing what you said you would do.
What's going on with you, Karla?
Sagar Wada will be ours. Khader is pleased, and you will be rich.
You should be happy.
I will be, if you do a favor for me.
I need passports and exit visas for Lisa and Modena.
The photos and everything are inside.
Can you put them through the book factory straightaway?
What's the rush? -I didn't ask.
Will you do it, or should I ask Khader myself?
What's so urgent you need to leave four messages on my machine?
I'm chasing a story. Some ch--
What story would that be? The one about my fugitive, maybe?
Who are you?
Detective Walter Nightingale, Australian Federal Police.
Come here to take bright boy back home.
Chavan here is facilitating the process.
What's he wanted for?
Dale Conti is wanted for armed robbery and escaping prison.
He's gone.
What? He's gone? He's gone where?
I don't know. He caught wind of my story and he ran, I think.
You better be bloody joking. What kind of journalist are you?
I don't know. Maybe similar to the kind of policeman who lets prisoners escape?
You think you're clever, sweetheart? Hmm?
I'm here on official Australian business. I don't have to sit here and listen--
But I am not an Australian, and this is not Australia.
Does this gora have any jurisdiction to harass well-connected Indian citizens?
Or is this a police action against a free Bombay press?
Because maybe that is also a story?
I also see you did not bring a female officer with you.
Are you unaware of the rules of your own department, sir?
Detective Nightingale, we need to leave. -Wait, she knows more than she's saying.
We need to go.
She's fucking lying.
What were you thinking, sending that fax without telling me?
You should be thanking me.
Your angel of the slums is a bank robber and a prison escapee.
This is a great story. You were right.
I just hope you haven't messed everything up.
I'm very confused.
I've got a better story.
Better than this one that, until yesterday, you were all over,
but also ready to give up until I brought it back to you?
Yes, much better. But I need Lin Ford safe and sound to make it happen.
I traded up.
What are you talking about?
Foreign prostitutes, murder, government corruption
and a massive land fraud engineered by Walid Shah.
I have sources, photographs and audiotapes.
But if you want it, we can't run the Lin story.
Karla?
Karla, you home?
Lin.
Even better.
I was hoping Karla would know where you were.
Why are you looking for me?
Yeah, well, something came up.
You know, like Maurizio ripping off some Nigerian gangsters and blaming it on me.
Now, I'm guessing that Modena's involved.
And if he is, that means you are too.
I don't know anything, Lin-- -Don't...
lie.
I'm not in the mood, Lisa.
You should start talking.
Okay, you're right.
Maurizio ripped off Raheem and then Modena stole the money from Maurizio.
I didn't know about it, then...
Maurizio went crazy, came and took our passports.
He wants his money back.
I swear to you, that's all I know, Lin.
If I knew Maurizio had--
I would have told you, Lin. I swear, I would.
Would you? You'd have told me? -Mmm.
Look, Lisa, this is your lucky day.
I want Maurizio.
Um-- -So, you're gonna help me,
and I'm gonna get your passports back.
And you're not gonna have to worry about him again.
No, I'm not getting involved, Lin.
We can get new passports--
Not today, you can't.
This is the first place I came asking about you.
How long do you think until Maurizio walks through that door?
Then what are you gonna do?
This is your shit, Lisa.
I'll clean it up for you, but you gotta play your part.
Are you okay with this?
She's fine with it.
Lin, I will get your passport tomorrow.
Maurizio has bigger things to worry about than you.
And the rest of it, Lisa and Modena's situation, this is not your business.
Let it go. -I can't.
Why not?
'Cause this time, I'm gonna look the bastard who set me up in the face.
If nothing else, before I leave Bombay, at least I'm gonna get that.
I don't understand. This time?
You don't need to.
Lin, I owe you, but this is not the way I wanted to pay you back.
Are you gonna make the call or not?
I'll make the call. Maurizio will get Lisa's message.
Thank you.
Is this your blood?
Some of it.
Where are my drugs? Or the money you owe for them?
I don't have them.
Modena stole the cash from me.
Raheem nearly killed me, I barely escaped, had to kill one of his men...
and now I need to find Modena. He has our money.
What's to stop you running?
Running? Running with what?
I've got nothing but the clothes I'm standing in here.
I need that money.
Karla's here.
If I'm not out in 30 minutes, come and find me.
What the fuck is she doing here with him?
Their master's business.
You're telling me Karla works for Khader Khan?
Oh, the fucking bitch.
What are you talking about?
Oh, no. No, nothing. It, uh, doesn't matter.
Pandey was never going to leave his family for you.
But that didn't give him the right to abandon you.
It was my mistake, hoping something good would happen to me.
Who did I think I was?
I was so stupid.
Sunita, you need to know your own worth.
Understand me?
Pandey is a coward and a liar.
Why do you want to stay with him?
Why do you care?
You have what you want.
I made you a promise.
Then I can leave this place?
I'm here to take you out.
You can go wherever you want.
If you like, go back to Kamathipura.
Or...
I can give you enough money to begin a new life, somewhere else.
What is the price?
I want you to talk to a friend of mine, a reporter,
about all that has happened,
about how Pandey has used you and abandoned you.
Everything.
This would be very bad for him.
We'd see who matters after all for sure.
How much?
Two lakhs.
But you have to leave Bombay forever and never come back.
Our business is concluded, it seems.
Show our Sunita to her car. I'd like to talk with Karla alone.
No harm will come to her. You have my word.
As I had Khader's word no harm would come to me if I did this.
You're standing here alive and well.
Keep our business to yourself, and there's no reason for that to change.
Likewise.
Is that a threat?
No. No.
The opposite.
A plea not to forget how delicate a situation we all find ourselves in.
We're bound by our secrets now, Karla.
They will be followed?
Yes.
Hello?
I got your message from Didier.
I've told Modena to give you the money.
All we want is 20 grand and our passports back.
I can live with that.
You just have to promise not to hurt us.
Just take the money and we're done.
I didn't start all of this, Lisa.
He did. I just want to put it right for all of us.
Come to Modena's apartment at 10:00 p.m.
He'll be there.
You're coming with me.
Please don't make me do this.
He needs to think everything's okay.
If you aren't there, he's gonna know something's up.
Why is this so important to you?
Why don't you just go back to playing doctor in the fucking slum?
I'm sorry, Lisa. But I'm not gonna let him get away with it.
So, what? You're gonna kill him?
I'm gonna make him know how it feels.
What is this place?
Somewhere safe I arranged for Sunita. They're going to help her get out of town.
Who? -Just a friend.
I'll make my own way home.
Kavita, this is Sunita.
Come in.
You have no jurisdiction here,
so everything you do must first be sanctioned by my superiors,
then done in cooperation with myself or a designated officer.
Yeah, but you've sanctioned my request to check in the hotels?
That would take a lot of time.
But it's happening? Now, what about that girl?
Can we have another crack at her from the newspaper?
We can't force her to tell us anything.
She's harboring a fugitive from the law, mate. Come on.
You have no proof of this.
And that newspaper, they love to make trouble.
This office is for you.
Great.
Fuck, it's hot.
Is there anything I can retrieve for you?
Any chai or food? You have not eaten since the airport.
Samosa? Naan? Veg frankie?
No, I don't want any of that spicy shit you eat.
Just get me some hard-boiled eggs.
As you wish.
Lisa?
Any tricks, and you get the first one.
Sebastian? I have a gun on her.
It's true. He has a gun.
Move back inside and put on the light.
Now.
No! Lin, wait! Wait, the money.
The money. She knows where the money is. Wait.
I don't care about the fucking money!
You set me up.
No. No, no, no.
Is this what you wanted for me? Huh?
No. No! -Is this what you wanted for me?
How does it feel? How does it feel? -I'm sorry, Lin.
Knowing you're gonna fucking die, and there's nothing you can do about it?
I thought it was you!
I thought it was you, that you gave me up to Taheri.
I thought you tried to get me killed! -Bullshit!
I didn't know it was Karla. -Shut up, Maurizio!
What are you saying? -Lin.
Shut the fuck up!
Say that again.
Okay, I fucked up. Don't kill me. Okay?
I didn't know Karla worked for Khaderbhai. Okay?
I thought you told Abdullah, that you set me up.
But it was her. It was her.
These bitches-- These bitches, they set me up.
Please. Please.
What's this?
Hard-boiled eggs and hotel records, as requested.
You expect me to go through these all myself?
This way, you can be sure we did not miss
anything a trained detective such as yourself would not.
Are they in English? Chavan?
Where the hell have you been?
What's going on?
You had them all along?
You bastard.
Yeah, I guess we're all fucking liars.
Is someone going to tell me what's going on?
Don't. -He just--
What is this?
Lin, tell me.
Do you remember saying someone told you...
all the questions and most of the answers in life
can be found in Shakespeare?
It was the night I introduced you to Khader Khan.
You lied to me that night,
and you've been lying to me ever since.
Was it a setup from the start?
Using me to get Rujul, Sagar Wada and all of it.
You two yanking me around on a string?
Was that your job? To keep me interested, to make me care?
To make sure I stayed where I was meant to be to do his fucking bullshit?
What about when you took care of me when I was sick?
Was that the same shit? Just to lead me on?
Even now you've got nothing to say? -What can I say that'll make a--
I want you to tell me that I'm fucking wrong.
I told you everything... and you told me nothing.
Did you ever have any real feelings for me at all?
Yes.
But you lied to me anyway?
Yeah.
Guess I should say thank you.
For the first time, I'm actually glad I'm fucking leaving.
You don't have to go. -What?
You don't have to go anymore.
Everything you said is true.
But, please, listen to me. If there's one thing I can do, I can--
I don't want a thing from you.
I never wanna see you again.