[tinkling piano notes descending]
[TV audience laughs]
[notes continue descending]
[comical whistle and plonk]
[TV studio audience laughing]
[man on TV laughs heartily]
[melodic game show music]
[fanfare plays]
[laughter continues on TV]
[TV host chattering indistinctly]
- [phone line beeping] - [studio audience cheering on TV]
[man groans]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
- [faint chatter continues on TV] - [man breathes deeply]
[sighs]
[scoffing softly]
[inhales sharply] Fuck.
[intense, dramatic music plays]
[exhales]
[music continues]
[bell tolls]
[suspenseful orchestral music plays]
[in English accent] My name is Doyle.
Lord Doyle.
I'm a high roller on a slippery slope.
A gambler with a pair of lucky gloves.
Washed up on the shores of Macau.
The gambling capital of the universe.
City of miracles
in a land saved from the sea.
But I no longer believe in miracles.
And in a few days, my life as I know it will be over.
[suspenseful music continues]
[music intensifying]
[music fades]
[sighs]
Bollocks.
[sighs]
[chatter in Cantonese on TV]
[Doyle] Hmm.
[lid clinking]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
- [sighs contentedly] - [doorbell rings]
[chatter in Cantonese on TV]
[walkie-talkie beeps, crackles]
[man speaking indistinctly]
[walkie-talkie beeps]
[scraping]
[chatter over walkie-talkie]
[footsteps fade]
[breathing anxiously]
[door latch clacks softly]
[suspenseful music plays]
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[indistinct chatter]
Reception center.
[speaks in Cantonese]
[car engine starts]
[man 1] Not playing house tonight, Lord Doyle?
Ah, not tonight, Kai. No, I practically bled this place dry.
If I win any more money from the Royale, they'll be paying you in arrears.
Order me a car, would you?
My sincere apologies, Lord Doyle,
but I'm told the hotel limousines are all tied up tonight.
All of them?
Shall I call you a taxi?
Never mind. It's a pleasant evening.
- [thunder claps] - I think I'll walk.
[thunder rumbling]
Do you mind?
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
[softly] All I need is one big win, Kai, and they'll be throwing limousines at me.
[chuckles softly]
Try the Rainbow Casino, sir.
You might get credit there.
- [door closes] - Hmm.
- [man 2] Lord Doyle! - [Doyle gasps]
[sighs]
Oh. Mounts up, doesn't it?
[man 2] A prompt settlement would be best for everyone, Lord Doyle.
Of course. Of course.
I shall call my private banker in London
and have him wire you the outstanding amount immediately.
- Lord Doyle! - [Doyle] It is a Saturday.
Banks are closed in the UK. Sunday tomorrow, bank holiday Monday.
My account manager will be back at work first thing Tuesday morning.
Tuesday afternoon, our time. Will that suit?
The full balance of HK$352,000.64
must be paid by noon on Tuesday, Lord Doyle.
Or I'll be forced to notify the police.
Noon on Tuesday.
You have three days.
[door closes]
[fluorescent lights humming]
[brooding music playing]
[breathing anxiously]
[heartbeat thumping]
[brooding music continues]
[Doyle] In Macau, I am a gwai lo,
a foreign ghost...
[inaudible chatter]
...cloaked in invisibility.
Here, I barely exist.
Here, I can be whoever I want to be.
[suspenseful string music playing]
[music intensifies]
[indistinct chatter]
[cheering]
- [shouting in Cantonese] - [guards grunt]
[Doyle in English] Punto banco baccarat is the fastest card game on the planet.
Millions can be won or lost in a single bet.
And with a mere 0.9 advantage to the casino,
the prince of card games can change your life in an instant.
[gamblers shouting excitedly]
[cheering]
[suspenseful music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughter]
[Doyle] The rules are simple.
[indistinct chatter]
[Doyle] Two cards are dealt face down to the player with the highest wager.
Highest hand wins.
Cards two to nine score face value.
Tens and picture cards score nothing.
[woman exclaims, laughs]
[Doyle] Highest score is nine.
[croupier speaks in Cantonese]
- Nine wins! - [man chuckles]
- [croupier in Cantonese] Player takes all. - [indistinct chatter]
[woman chuckles, speaks in Cantonese]
[in English] Welcome to the Rainbow. A glass of champagne, sir?
[in Mandarin] I don't want any cheap champagne.
- Just give me Cristal. - [waitress] Okay.
[chatter in Cantonese]
[in English] You speak good Chinese.
I smoke Chinese cigarettes too. The kind that kill.
My name is Dao Ming.
[Doyle] Really? Lord Doyle.
An honor to meet you, Lord Doyle.
Have you played baccarat before?
Once or twice. Mostly in Monte Carlo.
- [woman laughs] - [whispering] Who's the old biddy?
- [whispering] That's Grandma. - Grandma?
We don't speak her name. She's a killer.
Her husband fools around while she spends his money.
- It's a good arrangement for us. - Killer, is she?
They say she sees spirits.
Well, let's hope they don't tell her what's on the cards. [sniffs]
- [Grandma] Hmm. - [sniffs]
[Grandma chuckles]
[speaks in Cantonese]
- [man chuckles] - [Grandma chuckles]
[Doyle breathing deeply]
[cards snap]
- [grunts, laughs loudly] - [croupier in Cantonese] Nine wins.
[Grandma speaks in Cantonese]
[in English] Death by guillotine. That's why I love it.
[Dao Ming] Nothing like it in the universe.
[in Cantonese] The gwai lo is screwing up badly.
He has the look of bad luck.
[in English] My Cantonese is rusty. What did she say?
Grandma welcomes you.
[Grandma in Cantonese] I can burst his balls with one hand.
[in English] Surely a lord has deep pockets.
Only millionaires play in gloves.
You'll need billions to beat Grandma. Billions of dollars and no sense.
- [Doyle chuckles] Her luck will run out. - Not if the spirit world is with her.
Spirit world, my arse.
The only thing on Grandma's side is her husband's wallet. Twenty thousand.
- [Grandma] Thirty. - Thirty-five.
- Fifty. - [Doyle chuckles]
[Grandma chuckles]
[suspenseful music plays]
[Doyle sighs]
[Grandma] Hmm. [chuckles softly]
- [Doyle sighs] - [Grandma chuckles]
- [croupier speaks in Cantonese] - [chuckles]
- [loud pop] - [Grandma laughs]
[chatter in Cantonese]
[Grandma laughs]
[croupier speaks in Cantonese]
- [continues in Cantonese] - [Grandma laughs]
[music turns discordant]
[Grandma laughs loudly]
- [chuckles] - [Doyle chuckles softly]
[Grandma speaking in Cantonese]
[chuckles]
- [speaks in Cantonese] - [sniffs]
[Grandma chuckles]
[speaks in Cantonese]
- [Dao Ming in English] Do you want credit? - Credit?
Twenty thousand US at 15% plus commission.
Um... Fifty thousand at ten.
Twenty-five at 12.
[chuckles] Done.
[in Cantonese] What the fuck? You gonna lend him money?
Just look at his dick face. His luck has run out.
- [in English] What did she say? - She says you're a bad gambler.
Hmm. Well, then, all the more reason to open me that line of credit.
[Grandma in Cantonese] You're a loan shark.
- This transaction will fucking kill you! - Let me worry about that.
- [Doyle in English] Is there a problem? - No.
Your bar bill. Settle up first, and we'll take care of your credit line.
Of... course.
[in Cantonese] He's gonna make an escape.
Actually, why don't you order another bottle of bubbly,
and I'll come back from the men's room and skin her alive?
[chuckles awkwardly]
Wait here?
[clears throat]
Of course.
[Doyle] Thank you.
[indistinct background chatter]
[Grandma in Cantonese] Don't fucking do it.
- The bastard won't come back. - [Doyle sighs]
[Grandma] You stupid cunt.
He's a lost soul.
[Doyle sighs]
[gasps, groans]
[in English] Oh fuck.
[TV presenter chatters in Cantonese on TV]
[in Cantonese] Today marks the first day
of the Festival of the Hungry Ghosts.
Residents from all over the city bring offerings to be burned for the dead,
honoring and appeasing restless spirits.
[somber music playing]
- [woman speaks in Cantonese] - [Doyle] Thank you.
[music fades out]
[sniffs]
[indistinct background chatter]
- [distant tires screech] - [muffled screams]
[distant voices shouting]
[distant woman screaming]
[distant agitated voices]
[ominous music playing]
[panting]
[car alarm blaring]
[agitated chatter]
[woman wailing]
- [car alarm blaring] - [man gasps]
[woman sobbing uncontrollably]
[in Cantonese] Why did you lend him the money?
- [Doyle] Dao Ming. - I am sorry.
- [woman] My husband died because of you! - [in English] Hey! Hey, hey!
Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa! Ow!
- [man speaks in Cantonese] - [thunder rumbling]
- [sobbing] I want my husband back! - [Doyle] Dao Ming!
- [woman] You killed my husband! - [Doyle] Dao Ming!
[woman sobbing]
[panting]
[Dao Ming] Taxi! Taxi!
[breathes heavily]
[Doyle] Dao Ming!
[panting]
[Doyle grunts, huffs]
- [in English] Where are you going? - [breathing heavily]
You owe me 300 US for the champagne.
I don't have it on me. Sorry.
[indistinct taxi radio chatter]
Thank you.
[speaks in Cantonese]
[indistinct chatter]
[Doyle in English] Wait! I'd like to make it up to you.
How about...
How about dinner and a dance?
You know, we could come to some arrangement.
[Dao Ming scoffs] I hate gamblers.
[Doyle] I'm standing at a statistical crossroads.
It's possible I keep on losing,
but probability says I have to start winning.
[Dao Ming] Probability won't save you.
[Doyle] Well, isn't that what life is? The statistical improbability.
[Dao Ming] Life is a mysterious gift.
[Doyle] Look, I... I played my way into this mess.
With the right backing, I can play my way out.
- [door creaks] - [dog barks in distance]
[Doyle] Look, look, look.
I've had a run of bad luck.
I've tried all the usual creditors, but...
word gets around.
I find myself in a bit of a bind.
[chuckles, sighs]
[both breathing heavily]
[Dao Ming's breathing softens]
Thank you.
Was he a client of yours?
You know, the... fellow who jumped?
[soft, restless breathing]
[Doyle] It's not your fault.
If a man wants to chuck himself off a building, that's his prerogative.
A permanent solution to a temporary problem, I say.
[raindrops plinking on metal]
[exhales]
[fridge humming]
- [light switch clicks] - [glass clinks]
[wine pouring into glass]
[Dao Ming] I thought you were very distinguished
when I first saw you in the casino with your yellow gloves.
I've never seen anyone wear gloves in a casino before.
[Doyle] Savile Row's finest.
- [hesitantly] They're my good luck gloves. - [chuckles softly] But you have bad luck.
I have a proposition.
- I propose a mutually beneficial-- - [Dao Ming] I'm not interested.
- Hear me out, at least. - [Dao Ming] No.
- I'll give you half of-- - [Dao Ming] You hear me! No more credit.
Not to you or anyone else. I've given up!
On what?
Life?
- [Dao Ming sighs] - [Doyle sighs]
[dog barks in distance]
Trust me, I've been close to throwing in the towel myself.
[sighs] More than once.
My guess is,
he owed money, which means you owe money.
[sighs]
It's none of my business, but whatever predicament you're in,
there are better ways out of it than killing yourself.
By lending money to another addict?
[woman chatters in distance]
[scoffs softly]
Don't sound so high and mighty.
If you're a broker at a high-end casino, you make straight commission. You're not.
You make your money from dodgy lines of credit and illegal side bets.
If you want me to leave, I'll leave. You can top yourself.
But please don't pretend you're superior to me.
I may be a gwai lo, but I still have a soul.
As far as I can see, it's no more lost than yours.
[distant chatter]
[solemn music playing]
[soft chanting]
I should have refused him credit.
I should have told him no, but I didn't.
What was his name?
I've known so many. [sighs]
You're all the same.
Hmm. I'm not.
What makes you any different, apart from being a lord?
My lucky gloves.
- Savile Row's finest? - [chuckles softly]
Yes.
[fireworks exploding]
[distant chatter]
[Dao Ming] It's the Festival of the Hungry Ghost.
In a week, it will be Ghost Day.
That's when people burn offerings to the dead.
[chuckles softly]
[distant chatter]
[inhales deeply]
[grunts]
[Doyle breathes deeply]
[solemn music continues]
[Doyle gulps]
I have to leave here.
So should you.
Where to?
Don't try to follow me.
[water lapping gently on shore]
[softly] Ah.
I was hoping you might
stick around a while.
[bird caws]
I'm about to win big.
And when I do, I won't just pay my debts off.
I'll pay yours too.
Seriously.
[water lapping gently]
Chin up.
It never lasts.
And when my ship comes in, I...
I won't forget you.
That's a promise.
- And a lord never goes back on his word. - [chuckles softly]
[sighs softly]
[Dao Ming whispering] I have run out of chances.
[Doyle sighs softly]
[Dao Ming moans contentedly]
Keep doing that.
[bird caws]
[solemn music continues softly]
[music ends abruptly]
[birds singing]
[water lapping]
[water babbles gently]
[breathing deeply]
[birds singing]
[swallows]
[groans softly]
[exhales dazedly]
[mysterious, ethereal music playing]
[puddle splashes]
[distant thunder rumbling]
[breathing softly]
[water lapping on shore]
[lapping waves intensify]
[breathing anxiously]
[groans softly]
[sniffs]
[helicopter whirring]
[sniffs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[shower water running]
[Doyle humming softly]
[suspenseful music continues]
[Doyle scoffs softly]
Best foot forward now.
A lord never goes back on his word.
[breathes resolutely]
- [suspenseful music intensifies] - [exhales sharply]
[music ends]
[elevator dings]
- [button clicks] - [mellow elevator music playing]
[automated voice speaks in Cantonese]
- [automated voice speaks in Cantonese] - [Doyle sighs]
- [music continues softly] - [Doyle sniffs, sighs]
- [camera shutter clicking] - [Doyle coughing]
- [elevator dings] - [doors open]
[woman sighs]
- [lobby murmuring] - [Doyle huffs]
[pop music playing over speakers]
[woman breathes heavily]
[reception phone ringing]
- [muffled indistinct chatter] - [door opens]
[chatter intensifies]
[machines jingling, chiming melodically]
- [excited chatter] - [laughter]
- [woman squeals excitedly] - [man groans]
- [coins clinking] - [melodic jingle]
[water running]
[door opens]
[woman] Oh.
- [door closes] - [woman speaks indistinctly]
[paper towels rustle]
[Doyle] Hello.
[patting hands]
- Hi. - [Doyle] Lord Doyle.
I'm sorry?
[Doyle] I... You can call me Freddy.
- Oh. Thanks. - [Doyle] Mm.
First time to Macau?
[hand dryer whirring noisily]
- I'm sorry? - I said is it your first trip to Macau?
- Yes. - Hmm.
- You? - No, I come and go.
Oh. That sounds exciting.
- [dryer whirs] - [Doyle] I don't mean to be forward.
But I'd be grateful if you could delete that photo.
- What? - The one you just took of me in the lift.
Oh. Uh... What, the selfie?
Yes, with me in it. [chuckles]
- Oh no... Oh, uh, I had no idea you were-- - Well, I... I... I hate to ask.
It's just, uh, my privacy means... it means rather a lot to me.
Why?
I mean, you're not on the run, are you? [laughs]
[Doyle] No. No, no, no. It's... There's no great mystery to it.
It's simply that every genuine high roller values discretion.
- Oh. - [Doyle] Yes, discretion is our code.
- Oh, it is, is it? - [Doyle] It is, actually.
Yeah. Yeah.
Because, actually, you look... I mean, if I were to say, uh...
like a bit of a show-off for someone on the lam.
[chuckles]
- You didn't tell me your name. - Betty.
- Betty who? - Grayson.
- [stall door closes] - [woman chattering indistinctly]
[sniffs]
- [door opens] - [distant music playing]
[door closes]
[smacks lips, in Irish accent] Right, then, Betty Grayson.
Who are you? What do you want?
- You know exactly what I want. - What, money?
- [Betty] Justice. - Justice?
All right.
You lend me $500, you can have all the fucking justice you want.
Lord Doyle, you're such a card.
[Doyle] You want my photo? I'm just giving you terms.
- Terms? - Yeah, terms. Why not?
You fucked up in the lift. I caught you red-handed.
You tried to give me the slip. Right? Now you're sweating it out.
You're biding your time, playing the lonely English tourist
on a package tour of China.
Hoping I'll be stupid, let you have another crack at me with your camera
so you can email my photo back
to whatever tawdry little private investigator's firm sent you here
to do whatever the fuck you came here to do,
which is probably to threaten me.
But the thing is, they don't allow photography in the casinos, right?
So you won't get another photo, not unless you damn well pay me.
So come on, Betty, get off your high horse. Fork it over.
I want 500 US now.
Down to your last penny, are you,
Mr. Reilly?
[Doyle breathes vexedly]
[dramatic music playing]
[Betty] Hey!
[Doyle] Excuse... Excuse me.
[woman grunts, exclaims]
- [Doyle] Fuck! - [Betty] Reilly!
[Doyle panting]
[dramatic music continues]
[panting]
[tense, discordant music plays]
[music halts]
[conveyor belt rattling]
[tense music resumes]
[music stops]
I've beaten better men than you at this game.
[Doyle sighs]
Give me my handbag.
[Doyle sighs]
- [Betty] Where the bloody hell's my phone? - I want the 500 first.
- Give me the phone. - Money first, then photo.
[Betty huffs]
[Doyle] Thank you.
[Betty] What about my phone?
[gamblers murmuring]
[Betty] We had an agreement.
[Doyle in English accent] My photo's worth more than 500.
Your only hope is to sit back, relax,
and marvel while I turn this into ten grand.
- Watch and learn, Betty. - [croupier speaks in Cantonese]
[suspenseful music playing]
[croupier speaks in Cantonese]
[onlookers murmur in surprise]
[music fades out]
[in Irish accent] This is to leave me alone.
No, we made a deal.
Look, I'm offering you the equivalent of 10,000 US dollars. Just take it.
I can't.
Of course you can.
You can't afford not to. This is...
Ten thousand is the conservatory you always wanted. A Caribbean holiday.
- New kitchen. Decent clothes. - [gasps]
You never were gonna give me back my phone, were you?
Isn't this much better?
- Hmm? - Not everybody is like you.
[huffs]
[Doyle] Wait!
[under breath] For fuck's sake.
Wait. Look, look, I've made some mistakes in the past, right?
Who hasn't? But the point is, look, I... I'm trying to make a new start. Right?
Now, whatever you might think of me, I'm not a criminal.
[Betty] You stole a considerable sum of money from our client.
And the fact that you quite evidently have a gambling problem is not an excuse--
I do not have a gambling problem.
Okay? Now...
Look, how about... how about dinner and a dance?
You know? I mean, maybe we can come to some arrangement.
I beg your pardon?
I'm asking you to dance, Betty.
How dare you!
- Live a little! - Oh, bugger off!
[Doyle sighs]
Well, at least take the 500 I owe you.
[Betty] Keep it. You'll only blow it all on the next round of baccarat.
- [tires screech] - [Betty] Bloody gamblers!
[groans]
[softly] Fuck.
[groans]
[tense, discordant music playing]
[Grandma] You're running out of puff.
[in English accent] I may be out of puff, but... I still have my balls.
[chuckles] Yeah, right.
Not for long. [chuckles]
[Doyle exhales, sniffs]
[clears throat]
[sniffs]
[sighs glumly]
[breathes vexedly]
[distant laughter]
[croupier in Cantonese] Grandma scores another nine.
[in English] Not so lucky after all, huh?
[discordant music rises, fades]
Well, I... I should...
I should be getting home. [clears throat]
[grunts angrily]
[discordant music continues]
[breathing heavily]
- [sniffs] - [door opens]
[door closes]
[Doyle] Dao Ming!
[panting]
Where were you?
Where were... [breathing heavily]
[groaning]
[gasping]
[groans loudly]
- [heartbeat thumping rapidly] - [panting heavily]
[whimpers, breathes shakily]
[deep, measured breathing]
[breathing softens]
[sniffs]
[suspenseful music plays]
[croupier in Cantonese] Player scores four.
[Doyle whimpers]
[croupier] Banker scores eight. Banker wins.
[in Cantonese] Gwai lo loses all.
[suspenseful music continues]
[shakily] Oh.
- [Betty in English] Mr. Reilly? - [music stops]
[camera clicks]
[Betty] So, as you've clearly worked out,
Strick and Garland are a wealth management firm based in the UK.
Not content to leave matters in the hands of the police,
they have hired my firm, Huntsworth Investigations,
to locate a Mr. Reilly in connection with the theft of £957,000 sterling
from a client account in the UK.
[Doyle] Mm. Hmm.
- [in Irish accent] Cynthia? - Blithe.
[Doyle] Preferred "Betty."
The trail went cold in Manila.
[Doyle] Did it? That's... [sucks teeth]
That's exciting.
- [Cynthia] No more games, Mr. Reilly. - [chuckling]
This just came in.
[Doyle] What's that?
[Cynthia] You know perfectly well what it is.
It is the copy of a recently released death certificate.
You know that 'cause it's yours, or purports to be.
It was procured from a Filipino official in Manila a few weeks ago for cash.
I see. So I look like this... dead fella,
Mr...?
- [Cynthia] Reilly. - Reilly.
[chuckles softly]
I've been authorized to propose to you a deal.
[Doyle grunts]
Either the stolen money is deposited back in Strick and Garland's account
within 24 hours
or I will have you deported to the UK to face charges.
Deported?
[Cynthia] I have my photograph.
After the background checks are complete,
London will forward your file to the police.
Unless you cooperate.
[briefcase clasps click]
You have 24 hours, Mr. Reilly.
- [chair scrapes] - [Doyle sighs]
[footsteps recede]
[breathes deeply]
Do you like your job?
All that hard work and nothing to show for it
but cheap shoes and a miserable state pension.
It's not much of a life, is it?
You stole that money from a helpless old woman.
[Doyle] No, a stinking rich old woman, and selfish and self-centered--
Who trusted you to manage her portfolio.
If... if you will forgive me for saying so, Mr. Reilly,
what I see is a criminal through and through.
And worse, a man whose childish pride has set him way beyond any redemption.
[chuckles softly] Is that what you see, yeah?
Your Lord Doyle routine?
It's pathetic.
It's shabby, and it's amateurish.
- [gulps, breathes shakily] - "Doyle"? It's not even a posh name.
[sniffs, snorts]
[Cynthia] You couldn't even get that right.
[sniffs softly]
You have till tomorrow, midday.
[Doyle sighs]
[exhales, grunts]
[grunts]
[breath quivers]
[inhales]
[breathes deeply]
[panting]
[suspenseful music plays]
- [bell rings] - [in English accent] Dao Ming!
[rain pattering]
Dao Ming!
[muffled] I need your help.
[wind whistling]
[Doyle sighs softly]
[faint whispering]
[wind continues whistling]
[Doyle sighs softly]
[object sliding]
[wind whistling]
[exhales quizzically]
[thunder rumbling]
[suspenseful music plays]
[resident laughing in distance]
Lippett!
[people laughing]
[Doyle panting]
- Hey, sir! Hey, sir! - [woman shrieks]
- Let me through! Lippett! - Sir!
[Doyle] Let me through! Lippett! Don't touch me!
- [man] Hey, sir! - Let me through!
[music ends]
Have a drink, man. You're causing a scene.
[Doyle] I have to get out of Macau. [breathes heavily]
There's a boat to Hong Kong in three hours.
Always time for a sharpener.
[coughs] You owe me eight grand. I haven't got time to argue. Just pay up.
- What's happened? - Now!
All right, all right.
- Here. - [murmurs anxiously]
- [indistinct background chatter] - [Doyle grunts]
[slurps]
- [glass clinks] - [Doyle panting]
[mutters indistinctly]
[notes shuffling]
- Huh? There's only two grand here. - Well, it's all I've got.
- Well, how'd you pay for the girls? - They're on credit.
For God's sake, now, calm down, and I'll stand you a drink.
I need all of it.
Oh, come on. How about dinner and a dance? We could come to some arrangement.
That's my line, you bastard! Don't fucking play me, Adrian!
[Adrian] God, man, relax. I mean, you look dreadful.
You'll feel better after a good meal and a few glasses of decent Douro.
- [groans] - I'll pay.
- Come on. - [panting]
Last hurrah.
- On me. - [Doyle groans]
[pants, sighs]
[Adrian] What's wrong with you?
You're not ill, are you?
You were never tough enough for this game, Reilly.
You underestimated the savagery of the English upper classes.
Generations of murder and intrigue lie behind our stately homes.
And a really expensive public school...
[gulps]
...firms up the genes by training us to be absolute bastards.
What did you just say?
- [Adrian] Sorry? - [lighter clicks]
Reilly. You... you just called me Reilly.
How did you know my name?
[clicks tongue]
- [cork pops] - [laughter]
[glasses clink]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Irish accent] It was you.
You told Huntsworth Investigations where to find me, didn't you?
[breathes heavily]
You fucking snitched on me.
Yeah, I had to throw her a bone, I'm afraid.
[Doyle] Pay you? Did she offer you money?
Amnesty.
[sighs]
[Adrian] Got my own tracks to cover, old chap.
Be grateful that I'm not blackmailing you myself.
[exhales deeply]
There's a phrase in Chinese.
"Dead to shame."
I'm dead to shame, Reilly.
You should try it.
You know, I'm just not sure it's really you.
Deep down, you're just a nice, working-class Irish boy
in way over his head.
[cigar tobacco crackles]
[Adrian inhales deeply]
[exhales]
- [sighs] - [Adrian] What will you do?
[breathing anxiously]
[softly] I don't know.
[Adrian] Well, for God's sake, don't do anything rash.
- We've all thought about it. - [sighs]
- [Adrian] Suicide. - [breathing shakily]
[Adrian] Even me, believe it or not.
You've heard the one about the gambler who wakes up in the afterlife,
comes to in a sumptuous casino,
champagne on ice, girls everywhere,
wins every single hand, one after the other after the other.
He can't lose.
Eventually, he turns to the player next to him and says,
"I didn't think I was gonna make it to heaven."
"I thought I was destined for the other place."
The player next to him looks at him and says--
"This is the other place."
[Adrian] Oh, cheer up.
Winning'll kill you a damn sight quicker than losing.
Oh, you've cleared me out, old chap.
[sighs]
Dinner's on you, I'm afraid.
[partygoers chattering indistinctly]
[scoffs softly]
[sighs anxiously]
[sniffs]
- [wind whistling] - [Doyle breathing deeply]
[brooding music playing]
[PA crackles]
[announcer in Cantonese] Next station, Hong Kong Harbour. Final stop.
- [PA crackles, whines] - [announcer] All passengers disembark.
[soft, ragged breathing]
[distant thud]
[patrons chattering indistinctly]
[Doyle breathes shakily]
[low, tense music plays]
- [music lifts] - [Doyle panting]
[sniffs]
[tense music building]
[sniffs]
[inhales deeply] Mm...
[exhales]
[in English accent] Could I have another buck's fizz?
Of course.
Cheers.
[tense music intensifies]
[music stops]
- [woman] Oh, I'm hungry. - [man chatters indistinctly]
[panting softly]
[indistinct chatter continues]
Would you like the bill, sir?
[clears throat] Uh, caviar and blinis, please.
[waitress] Of course, sir.
[breathing anxiously]
[grunts, sniffs]
[anxious breathing intensifies]
[heartbeat racing]
Fuck.
[breathing heavily]
[chatter over walkie-talkie]
[men chatter indistinctly]
- [woman shouts] - [door slams]
[indistinct chatter continues]
[Doyle panting softly]
[tense music resumes]
[gasps softly] Sorry, what time is it?
It's noon, sir.
Would you like to settle up, sir?
[Doyle sighs, softly] No, uh...
Not yet. Uh, I'd like a...
[clears throat] ...a vodka martini with a twist and a dash of Angostura.
Just one dash.
[waitress] Well, sir, you would need to settle up before ordering another drink.
Would I?
[waitress] Yes, sir.
[chuckles softly] How about... you bring me the vodka and I'll settle up then?
- [waitress] I don't think we can do that. - Why not?
[waitress] I'm very sorry, sir.
[Doyle sighs]
I see.
- [groans sharply] - [waitress] Are you okay, sir?
[anxiously] You take cards?
[waitress] Yes.
- [heartbeat racing] - [breathing anxiously]
[sighs]
[shaky, heavy breathing]
[sighs contentedly]
[heavy breathing softening]
[ragged, deep inhale]
[chair scrapes]
- [Dao Ming] Hi. - [gasps softly]
[chuckles softly]
Oh.
Tell me it's you.
I thought... [sniffs, murmurs]
[breathlessly] I thought I'd never see you again.
[sighs deeply]
[Dao Ming chuckles]
Is this what a lord would do?
Well,
perhaps if he was a... a lord who forgot his wallet.
Or doesn't like to pay for such trivial things as bar bills.
- I must have left my money in Macau. - That's silly of you.
- Well, I... I do that sometimes. - Do you?
Yes, I'm forgetful.
It's a trait of mine.
I see.
[Doyle sniffs]
What are you doing here?
What are the chances?
It's not chance.
[Doyle sighs]
You're burning up.
[gasping softly]
What would you say if I, uh...
[sniffs]
...if I told you I was...
I was actually having a... heart attack?
- [stifled grunting] - [rapid heartbeat pounding]
- [dish clatters] - [labored breathing]
[groaning]
[bird tweets faintly]
[wind whistling softly]
[distant birds singing]
[faint whispering]
- [wind continues whistling] - [intriguing music plays]
[birds continue singing]
[wind chimes jangle softly]
[birdsong intensifies]
[creaking]
[intriguing music continues]
- [houseboat groans] - [waves lapping]
[wind chime jangling faintly]
[wind chime jangles]
[houseboat groans softly]
[Doyle exhales softly]
[liquid bubbling]
[Doyle sighs softly]
[wood creaking]
[pestle pounding]
- [Doyle sniffs] - [Dao Ming] Hi.
Hey.
[spoon clatters]
[birds singing]
[wood creaking]
[Doyle sniffs softly]
- [in Irish accent] How did I get here? - [dishes clink]
[Dao Ming] I brought you from urgent care. You slept for two days.
Christ.
What day is it?
[Dao Ming] Thursday.
- Fuck. I have to go. - [Dao Ming] Go where?
Back to Macau. I, um... I'm two days late.
If I don't pay up, they'll, um... they'll arrest me.
If you go back now, you will die.
What do you mean, die?
[sighs] Gambling almost killed you. I told you it would.
But you didn't listen.
Well, I'm not dead yet, am I?
If you carry on, you will be.
- [wood creaking] - [cutlery clinking]
Any chance of a dry martini?
[Dao Ming chuckles]
- [wood creaking] - [wind chime jangles]
[birds chirping]
[Doyle sniffs]
[wooden trap clatters]
It's hereditary.
What is?
[sighs] The, um, little gambling habit you mentioned.
That and the drinking.
I, um... I inherited them from a long line of men in my family.
[groans softly]
Did you inherit your yellow gloves from your ancestors too?
I noticed they were made in China, not Savile Row.
[water splashes]
[motor starts]
Ah.
[motor whirs noisily]
[Dao Ming grunts]
- [water splashes] - [Doyle] What is this?
Is it your number?
[Dao Ming] It's a test.
What kind of test?
[Dao Ming] You'll see.
[water splashes]
[Dao Ming] Come on! Jump in!
[bird calling]
[Dao Ming chuckling]
[continues chuckling]
[both laughing]
- [Doyle chuckles] - [Dao Ming laughs]
[wind chime jangles gently]
[wood creaking slowly]
[Doyle breathing softly]
[creaking and jangling continues]
[distant bird squawking]
[Doyle inhales]
[whispering] Let's play a game.
We get one question each.
[Doyle sighs softly]
[whispering] And we have to tell the truth.
[whispering] The truth?
[houseboat groans]
[swallows dryly]
[whispering] What are you running away from?
[Doyle breathes shakily]
[water lapping gently]
[Doyle sighs]
I stole a lot of money from a rich old lady.
[softly] I'm, um...
It's the truth I'm running away from.
I'm not just an addict. I'm a liar and a thief.
A fraud.
[wood creaking]
[sighs softly]
[chuckles softly]
I've never admitted that before.
[exhales softly]
I want so bad, just for once...
[sighs softly]
...just for once...
to be free of shame.
[sighs softly]
[duck quacks in distance]
[chuckling softly]
[whispering] Okay.
My turn.
Why are you trying to help me?
Because... you and I
are the same.
In the village where I grew up...
girls were considered
bad luck.
So, as soon as I was old enough,
I stole money from my parents,
so I could run away and live a better life.
[chuckles softly]
And a week later, my father died of a broken heart.
I worked and worked,
and every day,
I put aside some money.
I thought if I saved enough money
to change my mother's life forever,
she'd forgive me.
But she just sent them back.
Have you heard of the Buddhist hell?
Naraka.
The Realm of the Hungry Ghosts.
It's for people driven by greed.
They have huge mouths and thin necks.
And no matter how much they eat or drink,
they can never be satisfied.
Do you think that's where we're headed?
[low, unnerving music plays]
[Dao Ming] It's not too late for you.
[wind chime jangles]
It'd take a miracle to change a man like me.
[exhales softly]
[gentle, intriguing music playing]
[Doyle breathing softly]
[music softens]
[Doyle continues breathing softly]
[moans gently]
[breathing softly]
[distant thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering on metal roof]
[exhales deeply]
[stirring grunt]
[sighs]
Dao Ming?
[rain continues pattering]
[Doyle sniffs]
[water burbling]
- [thunder crashing] - [rain pelting]
[sniffs]
[panting softly]
- [scattered dripping] - [wood creaking]
[wood creaking]
[dripping subsides]
[wood creaking]
[creaking continues]
[wind whistling]
[faint indistinct whispering]
[houseboat groans loudly]
[birds singing]
[steady creaking continues]
[water lapping]
[padlock rattles]
[clicking]
[chain rattling]
[door creaks]
[muffled water sloshing]
[water lapping]
[straining grunt]
[wood creaking]
[panting softly]
[water lapping]
- [sniffs] - [wood creaking]
[panting heavily]
- [dramatic music plays] - [tableware clatters]
[panting]
[grunts]
[panting]
[motor starts]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music intensifies]
Hey.
- [croupier in Cantonese] Nine wins. - [players murmur admiringly]
- [music ends] - [indistinct chatter]
- [Doyle gasps softly] - [croupier speaks in Cantonese]
- [Doyle grunts] - [croupier speaks in Cantonese]
[dramatic music resumes]
[croupier speaks in Cantonese]
[man 1] Ooh...
[man 2] Come on.
Oh! [speaks in Cantonese]
[indistinct chatter]
[in English] Come on, come on, come on, come on!
[shouting encouragement in Cantonese]
[cheering]
[onlookers shouting encouragement]
[dramatic music continues]
[gasps and cheering]
[shouting encouragement]
- [Doyle] Yeah! - [onlookers cheer raucously]
[cheering and applause]
[inaudible chatter]
[cheering]
[yells elatedly]
[onlookers cheering]
- [music fades] - [cheering]
- [man 1] Thank you. - [man 2] Bye.
[inaudible]
[unsettling music plays]
Lord Doyle.
- [Doyle] Yes. - You missed the deadline, Lord Doyle.
- [Doyle in English accent] I do apologize. - By four days.
I was detained by a friend.
I regret to inform you that...
[Doyle panting]
It's all there. HK$353,000. You can keep the change.
Go on, count it.
[clasps clack shut]
Send up a bottle of champagne.
[manager] I apologize if there's been any misunder--
In that case, make it a Dom Pérignon. 1990.
[thunder rumbling]
[whispering] Fucking hate champagne.
[thunder continues rumbling]
[wood creaking]
[Dao Ming] It's not too late for you.
[creaking intensifies]
[breathing anxiously]
[water running]
[tense music playing]
- [grunts softly] - [scissors clatters]
[music swells]
[screams]
- [music quietens] - [panting anxiously]
[sighs softly]
[houseboat groaning]
[exhales shakily]
[wood creaking]
[man] Are you aware of the statistical improbability
of seven nines in a row?
I mean, the odds of tossing a head after five straight heads is
still 50-50, Alfred.
[Alfred] Seven nines is absolutely unheard of.
[Doyle] I can't help it if I'm lucky.
[Alfred] It's not luck.
And I regret to say
we have the evidence to prove it, Lord Doyle.
You accusing me of cheating?
[Alfred] One of my team was watching your surveillance videos,
and he swore he saw a figure standing behind you.
- A figure? - [Alfred] Hmm.
He swore he saw it. And many of his colleagues believe him.
So what on earth are you talking about?
[inhales sharply]
Head office say that you have a ghost attached to you.
[chuckles softly]
A wh...?
- What? - [Alfred] It has been known to happen.
I'm asking you not to play again at the casino.
Uh... [scoffs]
Well, I'd like to see that video.
[Alfred] I'm afraid that won't be possible.
You're telling me a ghost story, Alfred.
My associates are superstitious, and so are my staff.
I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.
My organization's position is clear.
You are no longer welcome here.
[Doyle breathes deeply]
Then I shall take my custom elsewhere.
[Alfred] Or anywhere else in Macau.
[Doyle] I beg your pardon?
[Alfred] Every casino in Macau has been issued
with your name and photograph
and instructed to alert the police.
Cross the line, you'll be arrested.
We both know what this is.
You can't handle a winner.
[breathes vexedly]
["Toccata and Fugue in D minor" plays]
[Doyle munching and grunting]
[dish clatters]
[breathing heavily and munching]
[organ music continues]
[munching]
[dish clatters]
[splutters, grunts]
[organ music intensifies]
- [sniffs] - [ice crunches]
[sighs]
[gulps noisily]
[grunts]
[sighs, sniffs]
[grunts, sniffs]
[munching noisily]
[sighs]
[sniffs]
[grunts]
[coughs]
[belches, splutters]
[sniffs]
[dish rattles loudly]
[stomach gurgles]
[splutters]
[gulps]
[splutters, belches]
- [retches] - [ice bucket clatters]
[organ music tempo increases]
[groaning loudly]
[grunting and gasping]
[panting heavily]
[screams]
[laughter on TV]
[Doyle gasps]
[Grandma] Feeling lucky, gwai lo?
[laughs]
[Adrian] Are you finally dead to shame, Reilly?
- [panting anxiously] - [casino onlookers shouting encouragement]
[yelling elatedly]
- [music stops] - [clatter]
[ragged, heavy breathing]
[groans loudly, sniffs]
[panting desperately]
- [wood creaking] - [panting]
[sniffing]
[wood creaking]
[Dao Ming] It's not too late for you.
[creaking]
[Doyle panting anxiously] Alfred, I... I need one more hand.
Look, I'm offering you over HK$8 million on a single hand of baccarat.
Don't seriously tell me you're gonna turn that down.
If I lose, it proves there's no ghost.
If I win, I... I leave Macau forever.
Either way, you're better off.
You have to let me play!
[panting anxiously]
All of it.
[panting anxiously]
[receiver clatters]
[panting heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[gasps]
[suspenseful music continues]
[panting]
[Cynthia] Reilly!
Reilly!
What the bloody hell are you playing at?
You were supposed to transfer that stolen money four days ago.
- Look, Cynthia-- - Don't "Cynthia" me.
Your winning streak's all over bloody social media.
I've cut you all the slack I can. I'm calling the police!
[Doyle breathing softly]
[sniffs]
[whispers] I only have three-quarters of what I owe you.
And the old woman's not the only one I stole from.
Now, if you call the cops now, you... you won't get what you need.
Okay, just...
[chuckles softly]
Just give me one more hand.
Then I can... I can pay you. And everyone else.
All right?
I've sworn to pay back all of my debts, and a lord never goes back on his word.
Oh, cut the "lord" crap. Just give me all you've got--
[Doyle] Oh, Cynthia. Cynthia, listen to me.
[in Irish accent] We both grew up on gray and rainy islands.
In homes where there wasn't enough to go around.
And we've...
And we ate our fill of lumpy mashed potatoes,
and we both lived out our share of dull, suburban days.
We made wildly different choices in life, yes.
[breathes shakily]
But our different choices have led us both to this exact moment.
What are you talking about?
[Doyle] We have the power to...
We have the power to change each other's destinies.
You're not drunk, are you?
I'm about to win more money on a single hand of baccarat
than any human being on the planet has ever won before.
Now, what you choose to do with that money, you know,
Strick and Garland's share, that's up to you.
[whispering] But if I was you, I'd proceed immediately to Manila
and fake your own death for the price of a cheap hotel room.
[voice shaking] And I'd fulfil your wildest fucking dreams.
[breathing steadies]
You're a bad man, Mr. Reilly.
- I'll see you in the ballroom. - [Cynthia] I beg your pardon?
[Doyle clears throat]
I'm asking you to dance,
Betty.
[sniffs]
[Doyle clears throat]
[breathing nervously]
- [tense music playing] - [onlookers murmur expectantly]
Your Cristal, sir.
- [in English accent] Thank you. - [waiter] Cigar?
[Doyle sniffs]
[indistinct background chatter]
[manager] Lord Doyle, there's a gentleman who wishes to play against you.
His name is Prince Lorenzo di Firenze.
He's flown from Monte Carlo. Will you accept it?
[tense music continues]
- [sighs] - [music halts]
[onlookers gasp excitedly]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Italian accent] Lord Doyle.
[scoffs softly]
Your Highness.
[indistinct chatter]
[Adrian] They say you are lucky.
[Doyle] Everyone's lucky once.
Well, this man has wisdom.
[laughter]
Are you lucky enough to stake everything on a single hand?
[Doyle breathing nervously]
I expect nothing less.
[onlookers gasp]
[Adrian] Then I match your bet.
[onlookers gasp]
- [indistinct chatter] - [woman gasps]
[Doyle exhales sharply]
[leather creaking]
[Doyle sighs softly]
[sighs softly]
[leather creaks]
[ice clinking in glass]
- [leather creaking] - [Doyle sighs]
[sighs]
[cards shuffle softly]
- [onlookers muttering] - [croupier] Two and a nine.
Modulo ten.
Any score over ten drops ten.
Doyle scores one,
earning him the right to another card.
[Cynthia gasping nervously, mutters]
[indistinct chatter]
[ice clinking in glass]
[onlooker shushes]
[tense music playing]
[quiet murmuring]
[inhales deeply]
[onlookers gasp]
[croupier] Prince Lorenzo di Firenze scores seven.
[indistinct chatter and gasps]
[inhales shakily]
[chuckling]
[sighs deeply]
[breath trembles]
[sniffs softly]
[leather creaking]
[Doyle sighs deeply]
[breathing anxiously]
[tense music building]
[gasps softly]
- [onlookers exclaim] - [croupier] Eight. Total score of nine.
Lord Doyle wins.
- [onlookers chattering excitedly] - [dramatic music playing]
May I ask what you intend to do with the money?
I'm going to pay back my debts.
[dramatic music continues]
[counting machines whirring]
[dramatic music intensifies]
- [music fades] - [machines continue whirring]
[door opens]
[breathing softly]
[case latch clicks]
[gasps softly]
[gasps]
[Doyle] Do you believe in miracles?
[Cynthia sighs deeply]
I do now.
[Doyle in Irish accent] £957,000 sterling in Hong Kong dollars,
at 10:00 a.m. this morning's exchange rate.
[Cynthia] What's the catch?
[Doyle chuckles softly]
There isn't one.
Do not screw me, Reilly.
Do you understand me?
Whatever bullshit you're planning, whatever scam, whatever sales patter,
do not screw me.
There's an extra 50 grand on top for you. It's not a payoff.
It's a present.
[chuckles softly]
Live a little.
[soft string music plays]
Reilly?
[Doyle] Yeah?
How about that dance?
[dramatic music playing]
- You did it, Lord Doyle. - [cheering]
Thanks, Kai. I told you all I needed was one big win.
I always knew you had it in you, sir. Your limousine awaits.
[crowd shouting excitedly]
Thank you.
- [sighs] - [driver] Where to, Lord Doyle?
The Rainbow, please.
[women shouting excitedly]
I fucking hate cigars.
[laughs joyfully]
[dramatic music continues playing]
[excited chatter]
[music fades]
[Grandma] I've been waiting for you, milord.
[Doyle sighs softly]
[Grandma] I knew you couldn't resist. One final bet.
- I didn't come here to play. - [Grandma] Nonsense. This is a casino.
[whispering] Hey, how about a side bet?
Three Card Six.
You're not serious.
[Grandma] Deadly.
No, but Three Card Six has odds of 100 to one.
I mean, if... if I win, you... you have to...
[distant cheering]
Well, you'd owe me...
[laughs loudly] I have very deep pockets.
Walk in with five cases, walk out with 500.
Have a seat.
- [Doyle breathing nervously] - [wood creaking]
[case clatters on table]
- [latch clicks] - [sniffs]
[Grandma in Cantonese] Give him a cold champagne and a proper cigar.
[breathing anxiously]
[sniffs]
- [music fades] - [mutters softly]
[breathing nervously]
[case lid creaks]
[thuds]
- [sniffs] - [latch clicks]
- [in English] I'm done gambling. - [latch clicks]
[Grandma] Rubbish.
Forever.
If you're not here to gamble, what are you doing here?
[sighs and laughs]
[sighs] I'm here to see Dao Ming.
Dao Ming? She doesn't work here anymore.
- [Doyle] Do you know where I can find her? - [scoffs] You can't.
She's dead.
She's what?
[Grandma] She drowned herself.
[softly] She drowned herself?
[Grandma] The first night of the Hungry Ghost. By the temple.
No, she can't have.
That's impossible. We... we were together. I sat up with her till morning.
[breath trembles]
[Grandma] I'm sorry. It's true.
[melancholy music playing]
[sighs deeply]
[Grandma] They sent all her stuff back to China.
There wasn't even enough to pay for her cremation.
[inhales, exhales sharply]
- [Grandma] Hey. - [sniffs]
[softly] I saw her. I was...
I was with her. You know, I was...
I was with her.
How about the side bet?
Everything on one hand?
[mutters, sniffs]
[sniffs]
[sighs deeply]
[sniffs] No.
[sniffs]
No.
No, this money, it's... it's for her.
[thunder rumbling]
[Doyle] Dao Ming!
[dog barking]
[panting]
Dao Ming!
[groans] Dao Ming!
[panting]
[desperately] Dao Ming!
Dao Ming!
[panting]
[door clicks loudly]
[breathing softens]
[door creaks]
[exhales softly]
[sighs]
[sniffing]
[breathing softly]
[wind whistles softly]
[wind whistling]
[heart beating heavily]
[Doyle sighs]
[wind whistling]
[heartbeat quickening]
[Doyle gasps softly]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
[inhales shakily]
[exhales sharply]
[sobbing]
[sniffles, gasps]
[continues sobbing]
[sobbing softly]
[Doyle crying and sniffling]
- [wood creaking] - [present Doyle sobbing]
[sniffles]
[sighs in despair]
[birds singing]
- [present Doyle sniffles] - [water lapping]
[wood creaking]
[Doyle sniffles]
[sobbing continues]
[sniffles]
[sobbing softly]
[sighs]
[distant firework explodes]
- [music fades] - [Doyle gasps]
[firework explodes]
[distant chanting]
[firework explodes]
[fireworks exploding]
[fireworks screech and pop]
[gasps]
[fireworks continue exploding]
[excited shouting]
[Doyle panting]
[mournful choral music playing]
[mournful choral music continues]
[choral music intensifies]
[fireworks exploding]
[breathing heavily]
[clasps clack open]
- [flames whoosh] - [fire crackling]
[grunts]
[whooshing and crackling intensify]
[gasps softly]
[chuckling softly]
[tearful chuckling]
[somber music playing]
[sighs]
[crackling continues]
[sighs deeply]
[somber music continues]
[fireworks screeching, popping]
[fireworks continue exploding in distance]
[firework explodes]
[somber music building]
[music continues building]
[music swells]
[music fades out]
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
[music swells]
[music ends, fades out]
[discordant, disjointed music plays]
[music builds]
[electrotango music playing]
[tempo increases]
[music intensifies]
[music abates, fades out]
[music resumes]
[tempo increases]
[music intensifies]
[music fades out]