The Night Manager Page #8
Season #1 Episode #4- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 358 min
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PINE:
I don’t blame you.
ROPER:
Corkoran’s jealousy is infectious.
Hard to shift. Of course really
Corky’s jealousy is lust. What he
would give for a night with you.
He smiles. Beat.
ROPER (CONT’D)
What about you? What’s your tipple?
Men? Women? Young? Old? We can get
you anything here.
PINE:
I’m fine thanks.
ROPER:
Not sure I trust a man who can’t
let his hair down.
PINE:
You’ll have to trust this one.
ROPER:
But you like it being here don’t
you?
PINE:
Very much.
ROPER:
Feel more at home here than you did
in the army.
PINE:
I feel more at home here than
anywhere in my life.
He stares at ROPER. And my god, it might well be true.
61
INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. PINE’S BEDROOM. NIGHT. 61
PINE enters his Istanbul hotel room. Breathes deep.
Stares at himself in the mirror. Himself as ANDREW BIRCH.
Does he like a little too much what he sees in front of him?
He picks up.
PINE:
Andrew Birch. Who is this?
Pause on the line. Then a voice. Female. JED.
62
INT. MALLORCA. ROPER’S VILLA. BEDROOM. NIGHT 62
JED:
Jonathan.
63
INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. PINE’S ROOM. NIGHT. 63
He can hear her breathing. She is in her bedroom in the Roper
apartments on the peninsular.
PINE:
Get off the line.
He should hang up. But he can’t. He can’t quite put the phone
down.
JED:
Don’t go Jonathan. I need you. I
just need to know you’re there.
Jonathan?
He breathes deep. Then hangs up. The phone rings again. He
does not answer.
64 INT. LONDON. NEW IEA OFFICES. NIGHT. 64
BURR is sitting by a phone. Her new OFFICER, GRACE sits with
her.
GRACE:
Don’t you get tired?
A beat. BURR returns from wherever she was in her head.
BURR:
Tired?
GRACE:
How many weeks are you?
BURR:
Uh... twenty-something. Twenty six.
I think.
GRACE:
You should go home. I’ll call you
BURR:
No, I’d rather be here. Thank you.
GRACE:
Doesn’t your husband mind?
BURR:
Mind what?
GRACE:
Your always being here. I know mine
would.
BURR:
He knows why I do this. He knows
GRACE, curious. Sports day?
BURR (CONT'D)
He shouldn’t - Mr Burr is not
cleared for anything besides
cooking risotto and taking out the
rubbish - but I had to tell him
about the sports day.
BURR sees her confusion. A long beat as she braces herself
for the re-telling. It comes out slowly, almost dreamily.
BURR (CONT’D)
I was in Baghdad. 2003. Must have
been about your age. I was attached
to the United Nations Monitoring,
Verification and Inspection
Commission. Catchy title. We got
these reports of an incident near
Rayat, up by the Iranian border.
Kurdistan. Satellites couldn’t make
anything of it. The Head of Station
sent me... Actually, that’s not
quite true, I volunteered. Gordon
was bloody furious when I told him.
But, you know, what’s the point
otherwise?
She drifts to a stop. GRACE fidgets, bringing BURR back.
BURR (CONT’D)
When we got there, it was a school
sports day. Or it had been.
Running races, long jump, picnics.
Must have been a lovely day. Until
somebody dropped two gas shells
over the sports field, one
containing sulfur mustard, one with
Methylphosphonofluoridate. Either
of you know your organic chemistry?
GRACE, pale as a ghost.
GRACE:
Sarin.
BURR:
The idea of the mixture is to stop
people getting masks on, you see.
children’s hands and face, melted
the skin. Which allowed the Sarin
to attack the breathing muscles.
Lot of the kids had lung tissue
around their mouths, on their
faces.
(long beat)
And that’s when I first saw Richard
Roper in the flesh.
She’s almost smiling now. This is very weird.
GRACE:
Roper... had supplied the gas?
BURR:
Oh no. Roper had nothing to do
with it. Sorry, I thought...
That’s the whole point.
GRACE is flummoxed.
BURR (CONT’D)
Roper started selling Sarin after
the sports day. Because of it. He
saw what I saw - one hundred and
twelve children, fifty-eight adults
-and he thought to himself:
business.
(beat)
That’s the Roper.
She pauses. Gulp in the throat.
BURR (CONT’D)
So Mr Burr knows, I’m married to
him, and I’ll have his child. But
he also knows I have to be here.
Beat. The phone rings. Startles GRACE, who then jumps up to
answer it.
GRACE:
It’s SINGHAL on line 3. There’s
a problem in Istanbul.
65 OMITTED 65
66 INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. PINE’S ROOM. DAWN 66
PINE wakes from a deep and horrible sleep, face sweating.
The ringing is continuing. His hotel phone is ringing.
He turns, sees the time. 6 am. He picks it up.
VOICE (ON PHONE)
Your newspaper’s outside your door
sir.
The phone rings off. PINE gets up, opens the door. There is
indeed a newspaper outside the room. And written in pen on
the corner of the newspaper is “Room 605”.
But PINE’s room is very clearly 421.
67 INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. CORRIDOR. DAWN. 67
PINE walks out of the hotel room into the corridor in hastily
assembled clothes. It’s barely light. The hotel sleeps still,
just the odd MAID vacuuming the corridors.
PINE walks to the lift.
68 INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. LIFT. DAWN. 68
PINE enters the lift and presses 6.
69 INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. 6TH FLOOR CORRIDOR. DAWN. 69
PINE walks out the lift and walks along the corridor. He
reaches Room 605.
He knocks.
The door opens. It is SINGHAL.
70 INT. ISTANBUL. HOTEL. SINGHAL’S ROOM. DAWN. 70
PINE walks in to see PEARL, SINGHAL and GARDENER in the room.
SINGHAL:
What the hell are you playing at?
PINE:
What are you talking about?
SINGHAL nods. GARDENER walks to a laptop. Clicks the mouse.
A voice plays on a recording. Female. JED.
JED (ON LAPTOP)
Jonathan.
PINE (ON LAPTOP)
Get off the line.
JED (ON LAPTOP)
Don’t go Jonathan. I need you. I
just need to know you’re there.
Jonathan. Jonathan?
Then her breathing, his breathing.
SINGHAL:
Well?
PINE:
Well what?
SINGHAL:
Are you conducting a relationship
with that girl?
PINE:
What business is that of yours?
SINGHAL:
Oh dear God.
He walks to a phone. Picks up.
SINGHAL (CONT’D)
Yes he’s here. Yes it’s what we
thought.
Hands it to PINE.
It’s BURR in the IEA offices in London.
BURR:
Now you listen to me Jonathan. This
is what you’re going to do. You’re
going to return to your room,
collect your passport and money,
nothing else, you hear me? Then you
walk downstairs, meet Rob and Pearl
in the foyer and they’ll put you in
a taxi which will take you to the
airport.
PINE:
Why would I do that?
BURR:
We’re pulling you out. You’ve blown
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