The Night Manager Page #2
Season #1 Episode #3- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 358 min
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DANIEL:
Thank you very much, sir, for
protecting me from those criminals.
I hope you’re feeling better.
PINE:
You’re welcome. And yes, I am.
Man and boy shake hands. Formal, but touching.
ROPER:
Alright, now scram. Catch us some
mackerel for lunch, will you?
DANIEL takes his leave.
ROPER (CONT’D)
No disturbances Frisky. Nobody on
the terrace. Who’s that ass on the
lawn?
FRISKY:
That’s Javier fixing the sprinkler
system.
ROPER:
Tell him to unfix it. Where’s
Chico?
Almost on cue a WAITER appears with champagne.
ROPER (CONT’D)
About bloody time. For a moment I
thought we were running a dry ship.
Well you deserve one.
He hands him a glass. PINE takes it, expecting the attack at
any minute. He does not drink.
ROPER (CONT’D)
So you’re fighting fit. What do you
want?
PINE:
I’d like to get back to the
restaurant if that’s all right.
ROPER:
I didn’t mean that. What do you
want? From life?
He eyeballs him.
PINE:
I haven’t got a plan. I’m taking
time out.
ROPER:
Don’t believe you. You’ve never
relaxed in your life.
PINE:
If you say so.
ROPER:
Everyone thinks I was born with a
silver spoon in my mouth. It’s
balls. My father was an Oxfordshire
auctioneer, taught me everything
has a price. But the energy, the
drive, to create all this, that
comes from me alone. Where does it
come from in you?
PINE:
I’m not sure I have what you
describe.
ROPER sips his wine.
ROPER:
Why d’you do it?
PINE:
Do what?
ROPER:
Murder that Australian. It’s all
over the wire. I called the police,
by the way. Had no choice. Be here
any minute.
PINE doesn’t move. ROPER smiles.
ROPER (CONT’D)
My you are a cool cucumber.
PINE:
Listen you’ve patched me up. I’d
like to move on.
ROPER:
Corky can’t make you out you see.
Suspicious chap Corks. Got bad
vibes about you. But I think he’s
being possessive. Why’d you kill
that Aussie? Don’t deny it, because
that’s just tedious.
Beat.
PINE:
He lied to me.
ROPER:
And you didn’t like that.
PINE:
No.
ROPER:
Quite right. What happened to the
dope you were smuggling?
PINE:
I threw it in the sea.
ROPER:
That must have hurt.
PINE:
Yes it did.
CORKORAN comes out of a side door.
CORKORAN:
The Langbournes have confirmed. So
that makes twelve for the lunch
party. Or thirteen.
He eyes PINE without much love.
ROPER:
Come and explain why you think this
one’s a bad apple Corky.
CORKORAN:
His references aren’t all that
clever. Lucky for you old Jorge was
so desperate for a sous-chef he
ROPER:
Did you fake them Pine?
PINE:
I needed a job fast, I didn’t have
time for formalities.
ROPER:
How did you get the passport?
PINE:
I met a girl in Devon.
ROPER:
Marilyn Trethaway. Pretty little
thing.
He throws a photo. It’s Marilyn. PINE stares.
PINE:
Quince was her ex. Never been
abroad. Never had a passport. I
took his name.
ROPER:
Taken a lot of names haven’t you?
Makes a man wonder who you really
are. Father died in service. No
relationship with mother. Married
once, lasted all of six months so
we can assume not a triumph. Two
tours. Distinguished service. But
on return? What? Despair?
Depression? A loss of hope, a loss
of sanity? Five years as a night
owl in the hotel business, what was
that? Hibernation? Burying yourself
alive?
(MORE)
ROPER (CONT'D)
Then a sudden moment of madness,
thievery, narcotics, murder. It’s
bloody chaos Jonathan. I mean do
you have any idea who you are?
Beat.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Those fellows you smashed up in the
restaurant. You know them?
PINE:
No.
ROPER:
They hadn’t eaten there before?
PINE:
Did they look like it?
ROPER:
Never sailed a boat for them?
PINE:
Is this an interrogation?
ROPER:
I’ll decide that. Did you cook for
them?
PINE:
No.
CORKORAN:
Those mussels were marvellous.
ROPER:
So you weren’t the lookout guy? You
through?
PINE:
No.
ROPER:
One of Corky’s little theories.
PINE:
Well it’s an insulting theory. I
saved the kid’s life. I haven’t
asked for anything. I don’t want a
reward, I certainly don’t
appreciate this investigation into
my past life, and I’m bored of your
hospitality. Maybe I’m not squeaky
clean but nor I suspect are you and
your little friend here, so why
don’t we just leave it at that?
ROPER:
Where are you going?
PINE:
I’m leaving.
ROPER:
What are you going to do for a
passport?
PINE:
I’ve got a passport. Thomas Quince.
Beat. They stare at him.
PINE (CONT’D)
Where is it?
ROPER:
Corky, sock him the bad news.
CORKORAN:
That passport’s gone old love.
Thomas Quince had to be shredded.
He smiles at PINE who feels a quite instinctive sense of
rage. He walks towards him, threatening. FRISKY melts into
existence at the sign of violence.
PINE:
What are you talking about?
CORKORAN:
No good getting in a paddy my dear.
You’re on every wanted list on
God’s earth. Murder, theft, sadly
not buggery but we’ll work on that.
PINE:
That was my passport. That was
mine!
ROPER:
Well. You’re going to have to learn
to be someone else. Aren’t you?
Threat in his voice. PINE stares at him.
Footsteps on the terrace. ROPER gets up, furious that his
orders have been disobeyed.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Even CORKY stops dead in fear. ROPER’s outburst is sudden and
violent. It is JED, in her towel robe, swimming costume
underneath.
JED:
Oh sorry darling I didn’t know.
And then as if nothing had happened...
ROPER:
ROPER (CONT’D)
My fault, didn’t know it was you.
It’s good news actually. Thomas is
staying a while. Til he’s fighting
fit again.
JED:
Oh that’s great. Come and have a
swim.
ROPER:
Go on. Corky can lend you some
Speedos.
JED walks over to the pool and dives in.
PINE:
No thanks.
ROPER gets up.
ROPER:
Corky put him in the fisherman’s
cottage at the end of the estate.
CORKORAN:
Will do chief.
ROPER:
There’s a party on Sunday. We’ll
decide what to do with you after
that. Get fit again. And keep Danny
company. Try and get him to smile a
bit.
ROPER approaches PINE, speaks quietly.
ROPER (CONT’D)
One more thing. I run a tight ship
here. You saved my boy. I’m
grateful. But you step out of line,
you’ll wish you’d never been born.
He pats him on the arm.
PINE smiles.
JED is swimming gracefully in the pool.
10 EXT. LONDON. CITY AIRPORT. DAY. 10
ANGELA BURR and JOEL STEADMAN are taking a taxi into London.
BURR stares out at the city.
11 INT. LONDON. RIVER HOUSE. MEETING ROOM. DAY. 11
GEOFFREY DROMGOOLE holds out his hand to JOEL STEADMAN.
RAYMOND GALT and HARRY PALFREY are there. DROMGOOLE shakes
STEADMAN’s hand. Firm handshake.
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