Tango One Page #9

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You care a great deal

about who you let into your world,

your inner circle, your trust.

(CHUCKLES)

I never knew how to get you.

Couldn't get round your sixth sense.

The suspense is killing me.

Well, you joke, Donovan,

but the thing is,

it is killing you, isn't it, hmm?

You just have to know who it is.

$20 million.

There's my account.

You know you've signed his death warrant.

Well, his cover's blown now,

so he's not much use to me anymore, is he?

Donovan's paid you everything

he owes you and more.

So he obviously has gotten

his money back, right?

What about the deal?

- The one with the Russians?

- I... I don't know.

'Course you do. 'Course you do.

What I don't understand is why wouldn't

he give me the money personally?

He's trying to find his daughter.

Nobody's seen her.

And he just expects me to take off

just because he's paid me off?

That's what he said.

I mean, I think...

I think he's really pissed off at me.

I mean, for taking his daughter.

Actually, for losing his daughter. Huh?

He might be planning

some sort of revenge, right?

I mean,

why would he give you the money back

if he was planning on revenge?

You're right. You're right.

Maybe he is a man of his word after all.

(CHUCKLES) What a f***ing lunatic.

Oh, well.

I got a little something for you, my friend.

For your troubles.

Congratulations.

You're the new owner of this charming place.

Welcome to the drug and sex industry,

my friend. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, and, by the way, please tell Donovan

that I left for Colombia, will you?

Because this place, London,

it is way too f***ing dangerous for me.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(CHUCKLES)

DONOVAN:
Fullerton.

I don't believe it.

It was a great plan.

You find potential recruits

with dodgy backgrounds

before they join the force.

Take advantage of their desire to do good

by throwing them into your world.

No need for a cover story.

Nothing to slip them up.

Perfect.

You must have been very proud of yourself.

And now you're throwing him

on the pile for money.

Come on, Donovan.

I'm finally seeing things your way.

All undercover are scum, right?

Dispensable, right?

Fullerton's actually been

particularly effective.

He's given us some great

intel over the years.

I mean, it is true, we had some luck.

Your wife running off with all your money

meant that you had to sell your paintings,

and that's how you two met.

But, you know,

I always say these things are meant to be.

Here's the thing.

It wasn't Fullerton

who told us about this latest deal.

The one tonight.

Funny that.

Perhaps you have turned him properly?

But for another $20 million,

I can tell you how I do know.

(CHUCKLES)

You're relentless, Hathaway.

Who you working for now?

Uh, myself, predominantly, and MI6.

- Oh, the big league.

- Mmm-hmm.

I imagine they won't take kindly to traitors.

Oh, they won't find out about this.

It's all offshore. It's secure.

Besides, who's going to tell them?

You?

And if a ship were to arrive tonight,

how many people would be waiting for it?

Well, that's all part of the deal

for the $20 million.

Yeah.

Great.

Can I trust you?

I'll have $40 million, Donovan.

It's a fair price to pay for my silence.

And for what you did to me.

Okay.

Okay.

(TYPING)

Not going to open it, find out who it is?

We've got Donovan.

Are you sure?

Southampton docks, midnight.

Most of Afghanistan's

heroin export will be there.

Quite the party.

How secure is the intel?

100%. Like the Rodriguez cocaine shipment.

And all because my...

Because our plan is about to deliver.

Do you know what's in there?

Do you?

I can make a guess.

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

My mission was to bring you down.

But the lines became blurred.

You were nothing like they told me.

I struggled to see the evil in you.

It's all a matter of perspective.

I could see you changing.

And I could see myself

liking you.

Is that the truth?

Hathaway said you'd kill me.

He said he'd give me a way out

if I told him what I'd found out.

Now I know he lied about everything.

I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

What I always do.

Evening, gentlemen.

Nice to see you here for this one.

Nice to be invited

for this one.

So, Mr Donovan, before your ship comes in,

I'm curious as to how

we'll all be able to leave here

without being stopped by security.

- It's been taken care of.

- Humour me.

Just relax, man.

Man said it's taken care of, yeah?

Anyways, we got these.

(GUNS COCKING)

Anyone try trip us up,

we'll play live-action Call of f***ing Duty.

That won't be needed.

Security is part of the deal.

I'm paying them off

as soon as the ship docks.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

SOLIDER:
(ON RADIO)

Target ship has arrived.

Can we confirm the shipment?

Negative. Overlook Hotel,

see if you can get on board.

Keep eyes on Donovan.

Right. You can start unloading the gear.

Where are you going?

Pay off the security.

Weren't you listening to me?

- Where's Donovan going?

- SOLDIER:
Container 237.

WARREN:
Mr Donovan.

Why didn't you pay off the security

before the ship docked?

If the ship didn't arrive,

why waste money?

Can I come with you?

Who are you?

I'm the guy who's wondering

where you're going.

Who the f***'s that?

SOLIDER:
Under fire! Under fire!

Weapons free! Weapons free!

Sierra 1, to your right.

Man down! Man down!

Target down!

SOLDIER 2:

Eyes on PM. Take him out.

SOLDIER 3:
Target neutralised.

- SOLDIER 1:
We have control. Intel coming.

- Where's Donovan?

No eyes. He's gone.

F***! Search the ship.

SOLDIER 4:

We're on the bridge. We're on the bridge.

No shooting! I have official papers.

There was f***-all on the ship.

The Russians were picking up relief aid

for f***ing Africa.

None of it had anything to do with Donovan.

What? Sh*t!

- Did you take him down?

- He disa-f***ing-ppeared.

What a clusterfuck.

You said the intel was...

It was. It was rock solid.

Donovan must have...

F***.

You surprise me, Donovan.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Is that you?

I see you've found Louise.

I thought you'd let her live.

I thought maybe her charms

would have won your cock over.

Really?

Even though I despise anyone undercover?

Isn't that why you told me about her?

So what happened at the docks?

You keep talking about docks and ships.

I'm at a loss.

F*** you. You know exactly.

Now, no more

of your misdirection and tricks, Donovan.

I've only ever had one trick.

That's to make the other guy

think he's the smartest player.

I knew you had someone on the inside.

Two people on the inside.

Now you've killed her and let Fullerton live.

I suppose he's worth something to you,

now you've got all those drugs to move.

I'm no longer in the drugs business.

Really? Wow. What a f***ing saint.

Enough of me.

You've got my $40 million,

and I want it back.

Now why would I do that?

I'm guessing your bosses

aren't fans of you murdering either.

It doesn't matter

if you find the hidden camera.

I've still got footage of you

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