Tango One Page #8

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If you're asking me what I want,

I want my life back.

Before I met you.

Before a kid ruined my f***ing chance

at making a name for myself in the world.

My name, not Mrs Donovan,

not every f***ing door opened for me

because people are

too scared of my husband.

- That's what I f***ing want.

- Is that Mum?

- DONOVAN:
Go back inside.

- Does she want to talk to me?

Zoe's here.

Daddy's little girl.

Do you want to talk to her?

None of this would've happened

if it wasn't for that little b*tch.

Go back inside. It's cold.

You're gonna get everything you ever wanted.

Goodbye, Vicky.

Go to hell.

Maybe I will.

What would you like me to do next?

Cut her loose.

But he stays.

(STEWART SCREAMING)

(STEWART COUGHING)

To keep your friend alive a little longer,

I suggest you lie in front of him.

It's to shield the water.

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED) I'll f***ing destroy you,

you f***ing b*tch!

Come back! Come back! Don't leave me!

DONOVAN:
I just

want to get my daughter back.

FULLERTON:
Is that why we're here?

DONOVAN:
No, this is business.

FULLERTON:
The heroin's coming in here?

DONOVAN:

There's constant loading, unloading.

We'll be low-key.

And I've paid off security

to turn a blind eye, in and out.

FULLERTON:
Have you ever used these

guys before? They're Russians, right?

DONOVAN:
It's the first run for me.

FULLERTON:
Well, this is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

DONOVAN:
Maybe. Maybe not.

After all this,

who knows what the future will hold?

FULLERTON:
My investors,

they wanna know when.

It's happening tonight.

F***, really? Then I should...

You should go tell your investors

they're about to become stupidly bloody rich.

I'm gonna contact some people,

make things start happening.

Okay, Bogart.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Bravo, Jamie.

You turned out to be an exceptional choice.

I thought we was never supposed to meet.

I thought we should.

After all, things are moving quickly now,

aren't they?

This isn't how it works.

Jamie.

You, the recruiting,

the undercover work

you've done for the past three years,

it was all about getting Donovan.

So once you get Donovan,

what happens to me?

You couldn't have joined the Met,

Jamie, not with your record.

So all this time you've just strung me along.

Now it's bye-bye, Jamie,

thanks for the application.

And what now?

I can't exactly become a

covert source, can I?

No, you can't, Jamie. But what you can do,

is you can tell me what Donovan's planning.

I don't know.

You don't know?

I only knew about the coke deal

from being in the club.

- Oh.

- Just talk.

He won't tell me anything.

Is that right, Jamie?

Is that right?

Oh, you always were very good, LouLou.

Don't call me that.

So, sleeping with the enemy, eh?

A leopard never changes its spots.

Full of clichs, as usual.

Did you have to put your stiletto

all the way through Agent Harper's foot?

You know he's out of action

for three months now.

I needed it to be believable.

Well, it was that.

I got to Donovan. You should be thanking me.

Yeah, about that. Help me out here.

How is it that

I still don't know what he's up to?

He doesn't tell me anything.

Oh, how convenient.

You know, I don't why we ever thought

it would work with you.

A hookerjoining the police. What a joke.

Bastard. You good as made me do it.

Just like Donovan's making you do...

What?

(SIGHS)

You know, I really think

you ought to have a little think

about what he might do

if he finds out who you really are.

Take it from me,

he doesn't treat informers very well.

When this is done, I'm out, yeah?

That's what you promised.

Yourjob was to tell me about Donovan.

He will kill you.

- He'll kill you in a heartbeat.

- Fine.

I've heard some things.

I followed him and Fullerton

down to the coast.

- You know, doing police work.

- Go on, tell me.

And then I'm done?

Or are you going to keep

popping up in my home?

Yep, you're out of it all.

Now, just tell me what you know.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, now, I want to be rich, happy,

and with someone who loves me.

Children would be nice.

Pretty much what every man wants, right?

I'm coming up short

on most of those things on that list.

Listen, we should meet again.

Break some bread.

If I met up with you,

I wouldn't be thinking about breaking bread.

(LAUGHS)

Under all this pressure and you're still...

You're a funny guy.

Listen, I'm going to send you a location.

I'll expect you there in one hour.

Why should I?

Well, I know for a fact

that you have your daughter safely with you.

But you're telling everyone who will listen

that you have no idea where she is.

That's curious.

I do hope they don't find out.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

You're late. That's just rude.

Actually, I was here half an hour before you.

Just wanted to see you were alone.

So you're hiding out

within half an hour of here.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps I was late.

(CHUCKLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

So... Tonight's the night.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The heroin from Afghanistan. Russians.

South coast. Docks.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not wearing a wire, Donovan,

if that's what concerns you.

I spend my life being concerned.

F***ing hell. Your life must be terrible.

Always worried. Never knowing who to trust.

Not even your... Your f***ing wife.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I gather you found her?

The accountant

disappeared.

What are you after, Hathaway?

I want your money, Donovan.

I want all your money.

Well, I don't have any.

Oh, come. Nonsense.

That's why I let the African know

where Vicky and her f*** buddy were hiding.

Oh, I'm sorry. It... It's all right.

I... I do know what you're going through.

My wife left me for someone else, too,

remember?

So Stewart was one of your men, was he?

Perhaps. Perhaps he wasn't.

Well, cut to the chase, Hathaway, please.

Of course.

You, um... You have a boat to catch.

Once that ship docks,

we'll have you for conspiracy.

I can prove you put the deal together

whether you take delivery or not.

You have nothing on me.

- Well, I have people undercover.

- You're lying.

And I don't know why

you keep talking about this ship.

How do you think

I know about that ship, Donovan?

The... The Russians? The... The heroin?

I'd say Jordan got busted, and he

turned a story to try and save himself.

Jordan? (CHUCKLES)

No. We're letting Jordan run around.

He's... He's vastly amusing.

Can you risk that I'm bluffing, Donovan?

I mean, even if we don't get you

for the ship tonight,

what will your customers think?

What will the network think

about being shafted for a second time

by the great man himself?

I really don't fancy your chances

in, or especially out, of jail.

Okay, to amuse you,

- how much?

- $20 million.

Huh. I said to amuse you, not make me laugh.

You've got nothing.

$20 million, I tell you the name of my man.

I don't care.

Oh, but you do. See, I know this personally.

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