Tango One Page #5

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your debt will almost be clear.

Where's my daughter?

Oh, she's fine.

Untouched. For the moment.

(WOMAN CONTINUES MOANING)

Ah. Would you like to talk to her?

What do you think?

So you must be the guy selling the paintings.

My daughter's here?

ZOE:
F*** off!

Zoe, it's me.

Oh, my God. Have you come to get me out?

- It's horrible here.

- I'm doing everything I can.

Except kick the door down.

Zoe, I literally have a gun to my head.

I'm going to get you out.

Are you okay? Have they touched you?

No.

But they inject the girls with drugs,

and I hear all kinds of sounds.

It's... It's a nightmare.

I know, Zoe. I know.

Dad, do you trust him, that man?

Dad? Dad.

Dad!

- (POUNDING ON DOOR)

- Dad!

Dad!

I'm so happy we got

to an agreement, man. (LAUGHS)

Me, too.

Well, Donovan, come on. Join us.

See, everything was fine. No need to worry.

She's still a virgin.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, what?

Why are you giving me that look for?

Did you see the look he just gave me?

I mean, I would certainly expect

a little more gratitude from your part.

I'm just helping your little daughter

to stay off drugs,

which is ironic, considering where she is.

Perhaps I should go.

You know how these girls are.

It's funny. (SNIFFS)

They can never get enough.

Should you not pay me

the money you owe me,

I might give her a little something

to ease her pain.

Perhaps even one of your products.

(LAUGHING)

I've got a few more clients to meet.

- Don't worry.

- I'm coming with you.

Really, there's no need.

Look, a lot's relying

on you doing yourjob fast.

At the top is getting my daughter back alive.

I'm coming with you.

Fifteen years since I was here last.

Recognise it still?

Must have changed a bit though, eh?

Actually, no.

The girls are a little younger though.

D.D.

Good God.

Terry James, good to see you.

I heard you'd moved abroad. How are you?

I can't complain.

I'm just here for a little business.

Business, eh?

Same old?

A little more international.

But nothing happening in here. Right?

Just to make it crystal.

I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.

This is just a social visit.

It's good to see you.

And you.

Hello, Mr James. I'm Jamie Fullerton.

I know who you are.

- You know Terry James?

- Maybe.

But do we ever really know someone, Jamie?

You want to leave.

It's just that drunk city boys come in here,

- and I'll be able to sell the paintings quickly.

- WOMAN:
Jamie!

- Mimes!

- Hey.

- Hi, gorgeous. How are you?

- I'm good.

Mimi. Louise.

Hi. I'm Suzie.

FULLERTON:
Mmm. You are.

Uh, Jamie, I am actually here.

I'm Louise.

I deduced that.

Pleased to meet you.

Okay. And you are?

- Probably best if you don't know.

- (SCOFFS)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

RICKY:
How did this club get Mr Donovan

to grace its presence?

You chose to ignore my advice.

Rodriguez?

You know how it is.

Time is money. Money is happiness.

You remind me of someone

who broke my heart.

Really? Silly cow.

Yeah. You're right.

- She was...

- Ricky.

It's all gonna be sweet. I can work with him.

The consignment arrives

in Felixstowe this evening.

It's cushty.

So, darling, tell me about you.

Oh, I'm just a hard-working girl.

Someone who enjoys making things happen.

Nice. Real interesting.

Anyone else want to make things happen?

(GIGGLES)

You ladies all right

following me into the gents?

Something about a woman

bent over in front of me just gets me going.

Careful what you say.

Relax. They're just hookers.

I'm talking about him.

I thought he was your mate.

He's just selling paintings

for me, that's all.

So tell me about this Rodriguez.

RICKY:
Why would an art dealer

be interested?

FULLERTON:
He's an interesting guy.

Me and him are in business together.

I'm into all kinds of different things.

Me, too.

(FULLERTON CHUCKLES)

Well, stick to art, mate.

Everyone has a place in this world,

and they should stick to it.

Henry, you're drunk,

and I know what you want

when you're like this.

I know I get a bit rough.

You'll get what you want.

- F*** you!

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Is everything okay?

- I can handle it.

She can handle everything,

if you've got the money.

You got the money?

You don't look rich enough to be in here.

Come on, b*tch.

Let's see if I can break you

this time. (GROANS)

You promised me nothing would happen.

Now, you used to be a man of your word.

- We're leaving.

- Good to see you again.

You, too.

And let's make this the last time.

(SNIFFS)

Hooking up with Louise. Sensible man.

You take care of him, okay?

- Jordan's a nice bloke. Speaks our language.

- What language is that?

Can you make sure I get outside safe, please?

- Okay.

- Nothing...

Nothing meant by it.

You're meant to be selling my paintings fast.

That's it.

Alex, let's talk Rembrandts.

Cheers. Thank you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hi.

No, I can't tonight.

Sure.

Your boyfriend?

Oh, come on. You know what I do by now.

What you do is of no concern to me.

I only do it part-time,

if that makes it okay.

I won't bore you with my story.

I brought you back here

'cause you seem like a nice guy.

You stepped in. Us girls like that.

No one deserves to be talked to like that.

Whatever they do.

I'm used to it.

Men treating me like sh*t.

From my dad onwards.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Don't be.

He was an a**hole.

I got out as soon as I could.

Fifteen. Nothing in my back pocket,

midnight train to King's Cross.

Guess what happened next.

I can imagine.

Young girls.

It's tough.

(GROANS)

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

No. It's okay.

I want to hear your story.

It's one that's been told 1,000 times before,

and you look like you're hurting.

- Talk to me.

- It's nothing.

It's just some business

I need to sort out, that's all.

You have a daughter, is that it?

You know, Louise...

I really should go.

You should talk.

I'd rather not.

And that's the problem.

Sometimes you've got to let stuff out

to move on.

You have an honest face.

That's not what I normally get told.

My wife ran off with my business partner,

taking most of my money.

And I then discovered

that my daughter had dropped out of school,

started using class-A drugs,

which I supply

for a living.

(DONOVAN EXHALES)

My wife...

I need to get her back.

(SIGHS)

Andrew Hathaway.

- Right.

- HATHAWAY:
Thank you.

So, what couldn't wait till the morning?

Things are moving fast on the Donovan front.

PARKER:
There's a big consignment

of cocaine coming in from Colombia.

It lands tonight. Felixstowe.

Where did you hear about this?

What does it matter?

I want it intercepted

before it hits the marketplace.

Why not just let it run?

Then we can set up, follow the shipments.

Donovan's been cut out of the loop.

Andy... (CHUCKLES)

This can't just be...

- Parker, give us a moment.

- Sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

This can't just be about Donovan.

We have to look at the bigger picture here.

Donovan is the bigger picture.

(SIGHS) I appreciate

how much you want to get him,

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