The Night Manager
Season #1 Episode #4- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 358 min
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1 INT. MALLORCA. ROPER’S VILLA. OFFICE/LIVING SPACE. DAY. INT. MALLORCA. ROPER’S VILLA. OFFICE/LIVING SPACE. DAY. 1
DICKY ROPER’s face is staring right at camera.
ROPER:
Want to know how it works?
PINE’s face. Close-up. He smiles. Nods.
ROPER’s face, close up.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Fig leaf operation. You’re the fig
leaf. Straw man the Germans called
Tradepass Holdings. 34 years old.
Merchant venturer, decent record in
commerce, no skeletons, no murky
past. Maybe we’ve done deals
before, maybe we haven’t, let them
guess. I go to the clowns - George
and his friends, the brokers, the
venture boys, flexible banks and I
say “Got a very smart cookie here,
brilliant plan, needs backing,
something to do with agricultural
hardware, global roll-out, quick
profits, my gift to you. He’s
young, he’s handsome, he’s good
with the right people, didn’t want
you missing out. It’s called
Tradepass. Double your money in
four months max.” It’s trust Dicky
time. Very tight circle, few chaps
as possible. We register the
company in Cyprus, bank in Geneva,
no questions asked, no accounts to
be filed. You’re my lead actor,
you’re my main man, you’re my star.
We make the deal, no one knows what
we’re really buying, no one wants
to know, no one cares, they just
want money, they don’t want to know
what’s really at stake, they
wouldn’t sleep at night, they
wouldn’t wake up with their perfect
wives in their perfect beds and
make breakfast for their perfect
little children, little eggs in
china cups, they mustn’t know how
the money is made, no one must know
Andrew. Just you and me. We know.
Our eyes are OPEN.
Beat
ROPER (CONT’D)
And then. When the deal’s done, and
the profits taken, the company
ceases trading, disappears off the
face of the earth. Something
happened. No one knows what. Except
us. We know.
PINE:
And what did happen?
ROPER smiles. A door opens. ROPER swivels fast.
It’s JED.
JED:
Listen it’s eleven o’clock.
Beat. She stares coolly at PINE and ROPER who are standing
side by side.
JED (CONT’D)
What’s going on?
ROPER:
It’s a business meeting that’s
what. I thought I told you.
A coldness between them is apparent.
JED:
A business meeting with Thomas?
ROPER:
Not Thomas. Andrew. Andrew is
coming aboard.
He stares at her defiantly.
JED:
Well in case you and Andrew forgot,
Danny’s leaving now. I thought you
might want to take him to the
airport.
ROPER:
No you take him. I don’t have the
time.
JED:
Why don’t you tell him that
yourself.
DANIEL appears carrying a picture of some flowers. Not just
any flowers. The flowers PINE put in the room.
ROPER:
What’s that?
DANNY:
It’s a goodbye present.
DANIEL blushes. Hands it to ROPER. Beat.
ROPER:
My god I think the boy’s got
talent.
Beat.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Right. Time you were going.
DANIEL:
Aren’t you coming?
ROPER:
Can’t I’m afraid. Your mother will
be at the other end. Come on be a
man.
DANNY turns, upset, walks out of the room. JED stares at
ROPER. Then at PINE. As ROPER stares at this rather sad,
rather lovely painting.
2 EXT. LONDON STREETS. DAY. 2
REX MAYHEW is cycling. Rush hour, busy traffic. But he has
taken this road many times before.
He turns into the two-lane road that takes him from Swiss
Cottage down to St John’s Wood.
A grey van comes up behind him. MAYHEW eases into the middle
to let it pass on his left.
But it does not.
MAYHEW looks back, he can’t see who is driving.
Then the van accelerates alongside on his left.
MAYHEW continues to cycle.
Then another van comes up on his right, both vans drive at
exactly the same speed on either side of MAYHEW.
He accelerates. They accelerate.
He brakes.
Only to see another van right up behind him. Grubby
windscreen, impossible to look into.
Now he knows.
The vans start to move close together. Squeezing him.
MAYHEW sees a traffic light ahead. It’s green.
He prays. Please go red. Please go red.
The light goes red. MAYHEW starts to slow, the vans follow
suit.
Then suddenly MAYHEW accelerates! Breaks the red light, is
almost killed by a Mercedes that is coming from the right to
join the road, a furious blaring of horns, shouts of rage
from the Merc, but MAYHEW doesn’t care, he is cycling for his
life, full pelt towards the centre of London.
3
OMITTED 3
4
INT. MALLORCA. PENINSULAR. FISHERMAN’S COTTAGE. NIGHT. 4
PINE lies back, deep in the night. Apparently sleeping.
Then his eyes open.
He lifts a floorboard, grabs a knife from underneath.
Walks quietly out and into the living room.
Walks fast to confront the figure who is in the small alley
beside the house.
Grabs the figure.
Then pauses in shock.
It is JED.
She stares at the knife in his hand.
PINE looks around. No one in the darkness.
PINE:
Come in.
5
INT. MALLORCA. PENINSULAR. FISHERMAN’S COTTAGE. NIGHT. 5
JED sits on a small wooden stool. PINE is boiling a kettle.
Controlling his nerves.
JED:
No one saw me.
PINE:
You saw no one see you. That’s not
the same thing.
He looks out the window into the darkness.
PINE (CONT’D)
Where’s Roper?
JED:
He left late last night for a
meeting in Geneva.
He hands her a drink.
PINE:
You want milk?
JED:
Just sugar.
PINE:
This wasn’t very sensible of you.
Beat.
JED:
I’m sorry if my recklessness upsets
you.
A challenge. PINE gives her sugar, flicks a look out the
window. Beat. She sips her coffee.
JED (CONT’D)
So. Andrew. You’re joining the
Roper ship are you?
PINE:
Maybe.
A challenge.
JED:
It’s funny. I thought you were
trying to sink it.
PINE:
JED:
Why else would you break into his
study?
PINE:
Same reason you did. I’m just keen
to find out who the man is who’s
employing me.
JED:
I’m not employed by anyone.
PINE:
Aren’t you?
JED:
We’re in a relationship Andrew.
PINE:
Business or pleasure.
JED:
Love.
He smiles.
JED (CONT’D)
PINE:
If it’s love. Shouldn’t it be
honest?
JED:
What the hell are you talking
about?
PINE flicks the camera until it shows the small boy he took
the photo of from Jed’s drawer.
JED (CONT’D)
Where d’you get this?
PINE:
I found it in your room. In a
drawer.
She stares at it. Then slaps PINE hard.
JED:
It wasn’t in just any drawer was
it?
PINE:
Is he your son?
JED:
None of your business.
PINE:
Who were you talking to on the
phone that afternoon?
JED:
Quite the detective aren’t you?
She stares at the photo.
JED (CONT’D)
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