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- [glass shatters] - [guest screams]
Fuck. Fuck.
[breathing shakily] Fuck. Oh, God.
Okay. Holy shit. [whimpers] No.
[panting, speaks indistinctly]
[panting, whimpering]
[sighs] For Christ's sake.
[panting]
Hey.
[whimpers]
[sobs]
Holy shit.
[whimpers]
Oh, G--
[strains, panting]
[grunting]
[panting]
[whimpers]
No.
[breathing shakily]
[phone chimes]
[panting]
[feedback tone]
[automated voice] We're sorry,
you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
Please check the number and try your call again.
[crying]
- [phone rings] - [screams, panting]
Hello. [panting]
[caller] How did you get this number?
I was told that if I ever needed help, serious help, to call you.
Let me ask you again. How did you get this number?
He said you'd ask that,
the man who gave it to me, and he said not to say.
That doesn't make very much sense, does it?
How do I know that I can trust you
if you won't tell me who gave you this number?
He said to say there's only one man in the city who can do what you do.
He said, "That man is an expert. That man is a professional."
And he said you can never predict the future
and that maybe one day, I may need that one man.
And that one man is you.
[caller] Where are you?
And what happened?
Okay. And you're sure?
All right.
Now, what I need you to do is gonna be difficult, but you can do it, okay?
I need you to activate the do-not-disturb light for your room
and then do absolutely nothing till I get there. You understand?
Good. You're not to leave the room. You're not to make any phone calls.
You're not to touch anything. You're not to answer the door.
You're not to pour yourself a drink to steady your nerves.
You understand? Repeat that back to me.
Okay. That's great. You're doing great. Yes, I'll be there as quickly as possible.
How will you know it's me? This is how you'll know it's me.
[knocks on door rhythmically]
Everything's gonna be fine. I'll be there before you know it.
[billiards clacking]
["No Ordinary Love" playing]
[breathing shakily]
- [knocks on door rhythmically] - [gasps]
[breathes shakily]
Co-Come in.
- Did you talk to anyone? - No.
- Call anyone? - No. No one.
Text? Any kind of communication at all?
No. Nothing. I sat there just like you said.
Okay. Good. You can pour yourself that drink now.
Oh. Yeah. A-Any kind?
Strong is probably best.
Okay. [stammers] Do you want something?
Thanks, no.
- Does anybody know you're here? - I don't think so, no.
- You don't think so? - [stammers] No. No one knows I'm here.
What about the room?
Did anyone recognize you when you checked in?
No. I used an alias. I always do.
I mean, anytime I get a hotel room. Not when I'm--
I understand. That's good.
I got the room right after I met-- [stammers]
I made him wait by the elevator so no one would--
[breathes heavily] I don't do this.
[sobs] This isn't something I do.
All right, listen. I want you to look at the time.
Is there anyone that would be concerned that they haven't heard from you yet?
- Oh, God. I don't kn-- - Think.
Uh, n-no. I generally go and do as I please.
Good. I understand.
- And you can make all of this go away? - That's why you called me.
[breathing shakily]
- He was jumping on the bed. - Mmm.
And he fell and crashed into the glass.
This would be the end.
- Everything I've worked so hard to build. - Okay.
And we're on the verge of doing something truly important.
All right. We don't have time for that. We don't have much time at all.
It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything--
None of it matters. It doesn't matter, okay?
No, no. You listen to me.
You need to know this. I didn't do anything. We were--
If you weren't here right now, where would you be?
What? What do you mean?
If this was a normal night,
and you weren't in a $10,000 penthouse suite
with a dead prostitute face down in a pool of blood and broken glass,
where would you be?
He was not a prostitute.
Home. I would be home working, watching TV with my daughter--
Okay. Good. That's where I want you to be now.
- Okay. - Okay.
You're home. You're sitting on the couch. What's your daughter's name?
I have two daughters.
[stammers] Julia. That's who I would--
All right. You're watching TV with Julia.
Okay.
I will make sure that none of this gets traced back to you in any way.
Like it never happened. Whatever it takes. No matter what.
[sighs] Thank you.
That's the job.
When I was given your number, I thought it was a joke.
I didn't know people like you really existed.
They don't. There's nobody who can do what I do.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[grunting, breathing deeply]
[knocks on door]
What was that?
- [whispering] Say, "Hello." - What?
- Say, "Hello." - Hello.
Louder.
Hello?
[stammers] No service, please. Thank you.
- [card reader beeps] - [gasps]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
[clears throat]
[breathes deeply]
Mmm.
Can I help you?
I don't think so, no.
[grunts]
Who are you?
I'm here to take care of your problem. Who is he?
I called him.
Ah.
Who called you?
Son of a bitch.
[phone rings]
Hmm.
W-What's going on?
Yeah.
Got it.
He does. I know. It's weird. Okay.
What?
Hello? Who is this?
Oh. Oh. Okay.
Okay. Yes.
[guest speaks indistinctly]
[breathes deeply]
[surveillant] Mm-hmm. I completely understand. And I have no doubt
that we can come to some sort of agreement that satisfies us both.
Well, I hardly think you're in a position to be negotiating anything.
Uh-huh.
Fair point. That is a fair point.
- So, tell me, what would you suggest? - ...illegal camera up there?
Got a hidden fucking camera. That's illegal surveillance.
That's a class D felony in the state of New York. A class D felony.
You're more than welcome to leave, sir. Your services are no longer required.
Come on.
What's the play here?
I don't know what you're talking about, sir.
What?
You did check to see if--
- Okay, you're on speaker. - [phone chimes]
[surveillant] Hello? Are the men there?
Can you hear me?
- Yes, they're here. - Wonderful.
Now then, we clearly have a situation here, and time's of the essence.
So, I'm not going to mince words.
My name is Pamela Dowd-Herdry.
This is my hotel. It's very new.
It's very expensive, and I have a clear,
vested interest in minimizing any sort of controversy associated with it.
I am very aware of the stigma that can become attached to a building,
and I'm not interested in being the owner of a hotel where a district attorney,
whom I greatly admire and whose work I believe in very much,
- was found with a dead prostitute. - He wasn't--
So that being said, I have brought in someone I know
through a trusted friend to take care of this problem.
He is an expert. He is the very best there is.
There is, quite simply, no one else out there who can do what he does.
Thank you, Pam.
Now, of course, my guest has her own interests at stake as well
and feels the need to make sure those interests are protected,
which is why she has insisted on maintaining her own person...
- Mmm. - ...to ensure this problem goes away.
And as we have reached an impasse
as to whose man would be better suited to accomplish the task,
we have decided that the only course of action is for you both to work together
to clean up this absolute fucking clusterfuck of a mess.
Hello?
[both] No.
- [phone beeps] - Pam, I'd like to have a word.
- Please, wait. Please. - No. No.
[guest] Wait a minute.
You're joking, right? This a joke.
- You can't just leave. - This is not how I work.
- How do I know I can trust him? I don't-- - Know this guy.
Well, sure, maybe. Or maybe he's just some knucklehead.
You don't know me. How do you know you can trust me?
I don't, but I trust the man who gave me your number because--
Careful.
Because when he says something, it has value, and he said I could trust you.
Well, Pam, I don't see how that has anything to do with me, does it?
Are you appealing to my sense of honor? Because that's not how this works.
This is not how I work.
He said if you take the job, you give your word.
And that word's the measure of a man.
Not like this.
You're on those tapes too.
Forget about me.
If you-- If you don't finish the job, she's got you on camera.
[sighs]
Pa--
I know you can see me.
Fine.
- [sighs] - The feeling's mutual.
[guest breathes deeply] Okay.
[sighs] So, now what?
- Well, I need to know-- - Well, the first thing I need t--
[sighs]
I-I need to know everything you did tonight.
Starting from when?
Starting from when things went from a normal night to this.
- Sit down. - [guest] Oh.
All right.
Uh, I was at an event a few blocks away.
After it was over, I wanted a drink. I like the bar here.
I had just walked in
and was headed for the ladies' room when this kid started talking to me.
H-He was funny, and he was charming, and he was so out of place.
And I just said, you know, "Do you wanna get a room?"
It was a-- sort of a joke, sort of not.
- Mmm. - He said, "Sure."
- And you never met him before? - No.
- No one saw you together? - No.
And then you came upstairs.
I don't understand why you need to know all this.
Because I need to know what I need to make disappear.
- [Pam's man] We. - What?
We need to know.
- So, you came upstairs. - We were drinking and fooling around--
Excuse me. When exactly did you get the room?
- Before I came upstairs. - Before she came upstairs.
Before you met the kid or after you met the kid?
After I met the kid. Before I came upstairs.
O-Okay, thank you. I didn't know. Proceed.
So, you were drinking and fooling around.
- Was there ever a discussion of money? - He's not a prostitute.
- [sighs] - No. Hey! I already-- God.
This is already fucking embarrassing and humiliating enough as it is.
I don't understand why I have to answer everything twice.
You don't have to answer everything twice.
You might have to answer a few things twice.
Jesus Christ, will you--
Jesus Christ, do I know what the two of you have spoken about?
No, I do not. I am trying to get up to speed.
So you brought this 20-something...
[stammers] ...non-prostitute up to your room.
You began drinking, fooling around, and...
He goes into the bathroom, and he comes out,
he starts jumping up on the fucking bed,
and he falls backwards onto the fucking bar cart, and fucking drops dead.
[breathes deeply]
Is there anyone who might be concerned they haven't heard from you tonight?
[guest's man] Gonna get cleaned up.
Gonna take your things, and you're gonna leave.
Uh, I'm covered in blood.
You're gonna go home, and you're gonna see your family,
act like nothing ever happened.
What?
Um, did you by chance--
So, you'll be in touch to coordinate the, uh--
Don't worry about it. That time will come, but not now.
And what exactly will happen to him?
To who?
Right.
Okay.
[guest] Hey, sweetie, did you eat?
I'm on my way home. I can pick up some food.
[lock clicks]
- [can opens] - [Pam's man sighs]
[slurps]
[sighs]
- What are you doing? - Mmm. [sighs]
You know, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt,
letting you clean up unsupervised.
Unsupervised? Wow, that's an honor.
I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding
of what is happening here.
- Do I? - Yes.
I wanna finish the job and go home.
Mmm. And that is where there is a fundamental misunderstanding.
Mmm. Enlighten me.
Well, your job is to make sure that
that mess behind you cannot be traced back to your client,
and to do that, you have to make sure that that mess disappears completely.
As if it never happened. Difficult.
- For you, maybe. - Well, that's irrelevant.
Because my job is to make sure that you do your job
so that that mess cannot be traced back to this hotel.
Less difficult.
So, you're just gonna sit there and slurp your soda?
I'm going to...
supervise.
- [slurping] - Fuck you.
Mmm.
Just don't touch anything.
[grunting]
You're gonna get blood on your sweater.
I won't get blood on my sweater.
[guest's man sighs]
[grunts]
[sighs]
Thanks.
[guest's man groaning] Dump the body. Finish the job. Supervise.
[sighs]
- [joints cracking] - [groans, sighs]
[toy squeaks]
Oh, shit.
I told you not to touch anything.
[sighs]
Oh, shit.
Mmm.
[sighs]
It's gonna be a long fucking night.
[phone rings]
[Pam] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I don't understand.
Why can't you simply dispose of the drugs as well?
- Cops find a dead kid in the park... - There's zero reason why a kid...
- ...overdosed... - ...like that would be walking around...
- ...they're asking questions. - ...with this much product...
which means it's probably stolen.
So, whoever it does belong to will be looking for it. In my experience,
it's not the kind of people you want knocking on the door of your hotel!
[Pam] I have no clue what either one of you just said.
It strikes me that whoever those belong to is going to wonder what happened to them.
I don't want whoever that is showing up here,
and I certainly don't want to take responsibility
for throwing their product into the river or turning it over to the police.
So this is what you'll do.
You'll find out who those drugs belong to,
- and you'll return them. - [line clicks]
- Uh, no-- - Look, Pam, it's not-- [sighs]
It's not that simple. [sighs]
- Could've been a tracker in there. - Tracker.
You don't think they'd already be here if there was a--
[breathes deeply]
How the hell are we gonna figure out who this belongs to?
Body first, then the drugs.
- Listen, if I were you, I'd-- - You're not.
Hey, I don't want this to take all night.
It won't.
Okay then, so--
Oh, now you wanna get involved? Fuck you.
Hey, you wanna help?
Why don't you call your boss and have her clear out the parking garage?
We can take the body down in the tarp.
You're joking.
You have to clean the surveillance anyway. No one's gonna see it.
Oh, I get it.
- What? - Nothing.
Just lucky for you, I'm here, otherwise you're caught.
- I get it. - I'm trying to save time.
No, it's okay. You don't have to explain.
You can't do it. I'm gonna help you out.
- I can do it. - Really?
- Yeah, really. - So do it.
Maybe I don't want you to see how I do it.
Whatever you say.
Hey... [stammers] ...you know what? Don't call your boss. Don't call.
Fuck it. Like I need your fucking help.
Okay, I'll fucking do it.
Well, that's one way to do it.
Looks like a dead body on a luggage cart.
I'm not finished yet.
Huh.
[guest's man] Here's a lesson.
You don't have to help. I don't need you to help...
- Hmm. - ...but if you do, it'll go faster.
I am enjoying the show.
[grunts]
[sighs]
Thanks.
Happy to help.
- Dick. - Putz.
[elevator dings]
Wait.
What?
The parking garage is on a different security system.
You're an asshole.
I just wanted to see how an old man would do it,
but your secret's safe with me.
- [grunts] - It's the red one.
[grunts]
[electricity crackles]
[guard] What?
- [door opens, closes] - Hmm.
That should buy you an extra five.
[guest's man] I don't need an extra fucking five.
I have a fob.
["Smooth Operator" playing]
[Pam's man] I have a fob.
[music stops]
Just don't interfere.
The old cone in the gate?
Another trade secret?
Let's wipe the tapes and go.
- No. - No?
Although I am curious to see
how you would've navigated this next situation without me,
I'm afraid I have to do this one alone.
- Excuse me? - I will wipe the tapes.
- I just can't let you watch. - Yeah. This is a two-way street.
I was told specifically to make sure you do not see this.
By who? Your boss?
She doesn't want you back there.
You got hidden cameras in a brand-new, luxury hotel.
What kind of a scam are you running here?
- You're not going back there. - Really? Why?
What are you hiding? Who are you exactly?
Who am I? Fuck you, who am I. Who are you?
- Some old bagman? Some old cleaner? - Yeah.
I'm not letting you in there.
That's some big talk coming from a hotel policeman.
Big talk coming from the A/V club.
I'm on those tapes and I'm not leaving until I'm not.
No one gives a shit if you're on those tapes.
How do you and I know it's not some kind of a setup?
- Oh, please. - How?
Setup, how?
Maybe your boss brought that kid here on purpose.
- Go on. - Yeah.
Maybe she brought him 'cause she knows he's got drugs.
Or she gave him the drugs, and she's setting both of them up.
They're having a good time,
they're drinking, they're laughing, all of that.
But she wants him to overdose, and she's got it on tape.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Then she makes a deal with my boss
to clean the whole thing up like it never happened.
But she keeps the tape.
For what?
- For leverage, you dumbass. - Leverage for what, dipshit?
- You tell me, asshole. - That makes no fucking sense.
- You've seen too many movies. - Fucking putz.
Oh, I--
[wheezing]
- Shit. - Fuck.
[door opens]
- Shit. - Fuck.
[wheezing]
[grunts]
[guard] You okay?
- All good. - [Pam's man] Yep.
[guest's man chuckles]
That doesn't make sense, he wasn't breathing.
[stammers]
You didn't check his pulse?
Fuck you, I didn't check his pulse. He didn't have a fucking pulse.
And yet...
And yet you didn't check his pulse, you didn't ask.
- It's the first thing you do. - He didn't have a fucking pulse.
- And yet... - And yet, you didn't ask.
- You didn't say, "Is he dead?" - I