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hwpRyanair final call
for passenger Wilton,
travelling to Brussels,
Charleroi, on flight FR 1014 .
Please proceed immediately
to departure gate 6.
where this flight
is now closing.
Do you want a car?
10 Theatre Land?
Car? London?
You want a taxi?
Buckingham Palace.
No-one.
Would you like a car, sir?
Are you from Sajit?
Im not here
to meet you in particular,
but I am here to rescue those
let down by the system.
- OK, lets go.
- Im over there.
Hey, Okwe, how are you, man?
- Whos next?
- - .
Hey, my turn now.
Lets me go.
Hey!
- Your name is now Mohammed.
- Thank you, Okwe.
Hurry up now, man. Come
quick, quick, quick, quick.
Quick, now.
That bitch!
This shit dustbin city.
So... What, Okwe?
Amoxycillin.
You get that in Boots
all right, or not?
- From a doctor.
- Youre a doctor.
Im a driver.
Look, they say
youre a doctor, right?
You get me something now.
I cant piss fire another day,
man.
Im a driver.
Its for my wifes sake.
You know what I mean?
OK... So, Ill get you
all the jobs in south London.
OK, Ill see what I can do.
Let me kiss you, Okwe.
Maybe in return
you can get some soap.
Early is as bad as late, Okwe.
Hello, Front Desk.
No, Im afraid the kitchen
is closed from midnight.
Im sorry.
Goodnight, madam.
Senay, perhaps today
I can cook you lunch?
No, Okwe.
- So, its true what they say?
- What is true?
They say you and the Turkish
girl are nesting like birds.
I rent her couch.
In the morning,
when shes working here.
Were never there at the same
time. She has... rules.
You know shes a Muslim,
which means shes a virgin.
Like a little angel.
Ivan, I think
theres someone at the door.
Can you believe it?
One of the fuckers wanted
to put me on his Visa card!
Oh, my bloomin feet!
Lucky I dont work standing up!
What?
Dont they have hookers
where you come from?
Where are you from?
Somewhere with lions, I bet.
I like lions.
Right... Oh, yeah.
You might want to send someone
to check on the room.
- There is a problem?
- How should I know?
I dont exist, do I?
See you tomorrow.
Whats that? Youre stealing
stuff already, huh?
Guy before you used to take
whole pigs from the freezer.
But youd better hide it.
If Sneaky sees that...
Speak of the fucking devil!
Wheres the greeter here?
This fucking place!
Hey! Instead of smoking,
you clean this place up!
Okwe! Everything is all right?
Whats this? Lunch?
It was blocking the lavatory
in room .
It is a heart.
- A human heart.
- What?
What the fuck do you know
about hearts, Okwe?
Perhaps you should telephone
the police.
Police? You think
I should call the police?
Senor Juan, someone is dead.
OK. You speak to them.
You found it.
You do the talking.
I will introduce you.
Whats your full name, Okwe?
And you never told me
where you are from.
Or even how come you are here
in this beautiful country.
Hello? Police?
Yeah, Ive got somebody
who wants to talk to you.
Hello? Hello?
You will learn, Okwe.
The hotel business
is about strangers.
And strangers will always
surprise you, you know.
They come to hotels in
the night to do dirty things.
And in the morning,
its our job to make things
look pretty again.
For your trouble.
You think if you dont take
the money, you are innocent?
Take it.
Do something nice with it.
No.
It came to me last night
in a flash of inspiration.
I can see.
- Thats a good move.
- Ah!
Guo Yi,
theres something I need.
Amoxycillin? You got the clap?
No. My boss.
- Which one?
- Theyre all the same.
In this country,
the health service is free.
You still driving cabs
in the day?
Youre going to kill yourself.
I do not care to sleep.
When you go quiet,
it means youve won already.
Go on, Okwe. Dont be nice.
It makes it worse.
Well, shit.
You want Chinese
or English tea?
Chinese.
Dont know
how you drink that stuff.
I found it on a body. Its
blown my head wide open.
You should read it.
Medicine for your soul, Okwe,
Guo Yi,
today I also found something.
In a lavatory,
in one of the hotel rooms.
Someones heart.
A heart. A human heart.
Im only telling you
because you are a rational man.
Maybe theres an explanation.
Maybe some guy with one of
the girls had a heart attack.
Rooms are down as empty,
so the Spanish guy
had to get rid of the body.
- Hotels hate dead people.
- It was a healthy heart.
So your boss was right.
Somebody brought it with them.
- Who carries human organs?
- Lots of people.
- Name someone.
- Me, OK? Me.
I do it all the time.
I take my work home.
What Im saying is, I could,
if I was weird.
And this is a weird city.
Why would anyone do that
to a human heart?
These sound to me
like questions.
I dont ask questions
after eleven years here,
and Im a certified refugee.
Youre an illegal, Okwe.
You dont have a position here.
You have nothing.
You are nothing.
You wait outside.
Ill go get you those pills.
Stick to helping people
who can be helped.
Fresh stuff.
Thank you.
Having only one key
is making this impossible.
I do not want you coming in
when I am there.
At the hotel we are friends.
I am no different here.
How would it look, Okwe?
So it is bett
