The Night Manager
Season #1 Episode #5- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 358 min
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1 EXT. MADRID. APOSTOL’S HOUSE. DAYEXT. MADRID. APOSTOL’S HOUSE. DAY.
1
A car pulls up at a large, palatial house in Madrid.
Apostol’s house. JOEL STEADMAN gets out.
He approaches the door. Rings.
Nothing. No answer.
STEADMAN leaps over a wall. Into a small courtyard. He can
see through modernist windows into the house, but no lights
are on, he can see nothing.
STEADMAN approaches a small door at the back.
It’s open.
He walks through.
3
INT. MADRID. APOSTOL’S HOUSE. DOWNSTAIRS. DAY. 3
He enters, walks through the kitchens at the back.
Into the main living area where the party once took place.
Empty.
Then he sees her.
The HOUSEKEEPER lying dead at the bottom of the stairs.
4
INT. MADRID. APOSTOL’S HOUSE. UPSTAIRS/BEDROOM. DAY. 4
STEADMAN takes out his gun, walks up the stairs.
Down the corridor.
To a room where the door is open.
It is a bedroom. Large, decadent.
STEADMAN gags.
On the bed is APOSTOL, naked astride his young mistress. But
both are dead.
His neck has been sliced, his blood has poured over the
sheets.
Her neck also sliced. Their dead eyes bore into each other.
Cigarette burns on his arms.
Cuts on his face. Signs of torture.
His face in pure burnt agony.
5 INT. PRIVATE JET. MID-FLIGHT. DAY. 5
PINE stares out the window of the private jet. Mountains
below, a clear day. ROPER opposite. FRISKY and TABBY in
front.
ROPER receives something on his tablet. Stares at it.
Preoccupied. PINE notices.
PINE:
What is The Haven?
ROPER:
Place in the mountains. A little
venture of mine. You were in the
army weren’t you?
PINE:
Yes. Iraq.
ROPER:
So you’ll be very much at home.
Beat. ROPER still stares at his tablet.
ROPER (CONT’D)
By the way. Next time no fisticuffs
unless I say so. There’ll be CCTV
pictures of you all over the
Istanbul press after that little
show at the hotel. I prefer my
operations to be quiet.
PINE:
The CCTV didn’t extend as far as
the rear. Twelve cameras out front,
three at the side but none at the
back. I checked.
ROPER:
Well aren’t you the top pupil.
He stares at him. Suspicion is suddenly in his eyes.
He pushes the tablet across to PINE. Pine looks.
It is a photograph of the papers that Pine stole from Roper’s
office. It has APOSTOL’s notes scribbled on it. PINE fakes
ignorance.
PINE:
What is it?
ROPER:
It’s an account summary of the
entire operation. A complete list
of the people who are cashflowing
the deal, and whose arses you so
successfully licked in that hotel.
Summary of expenses. Names of
consultants, profit margins, the
whole shooting match. And yet
somehow this found its way into the
hands of a British law enforcement
Beat. Dangerous.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Now here’s the problem. I happen to
know that only two people in the
world have this list in their
possession. Sandy Langbourne. And
me. So how did Angela Burr get it?
PINE stares.
PINE:
Would Langbourne betray you?
ROPER:
Anyone can betray anyone Jonathan.
You should know that.
PINE stares at the list.
PINE:
He looks at the handwriting.
ROPER:
Our Spanish lawyer friend. That’s
why he’s no longer with us.
PINE stares across. Beat. ROPER sits, stewing, troubled, the
trapped animal.
PINE:
You should call off the sale.
ROPER:
Oh they’d love that. Those
Whitehall suits in the foyer. I
don’t give up that easy. Just have
to plug the leak. Someone on the
inside. Langbourne. Or Corkoran. Or
one of the heavies. Or you.
He stares at him.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Was it you Jonathan?
PINE:
No it wasn’t.
ROPER stares at him. Trusting no one. PINE returns the gaze.
Steady. Calm.
ROPER:
Well whoever it was. They’re on
borrowed time. I don’t take to
traitors.
ROPER, wounded lion, prowls in his chair. PINE watches as the
plane continues over the mountains.
6 EXT. EASTERN TURKEY. MOUNTAIN AIRFIELD. DAY. 6
Remote landscape, a small airfield nestles tucked into the
folds of rock and ravine.
The private jet lands. And meeting them are three military
jeeps, driven by what seem to be British Army types, but on
closer inspection we see are mercenaries in standard
fatigues.
One man JASPER, walks out to greet ROPER.
JASPER:
Good trip sir?
ROPER:
Yes thank you Jasper. May I
introduce you to Andrew Birch the
director of Tradepass. We’ll be
facilitating Mr Birch’s sale
tonight.
JASPER:
Pleasure to meet you Mr Birch.
ROPER:
Mr Birch’s merchandise arrived from
Istanbul OK?
JASPER:
The trucks arrived this morning
sir. You missed a hell of a storm
last night.
PINE and ROPER climb into one car with JASPER; FRISKY, TABBY
and LANGBOURNE into another. The jeeps pour across the
airfield and into the mountains.
7 I/E. JEEP. TURKISH MOUNTAIN ROAD. DAY. 7
PINE stares out the window. He passes small groups of
bedraggled refugees on the road, carrying what’s left of
their lives on shoulders and carts. JASPER sees PINE staring.
JASPER:
Refugee camps are all around here.
Syrian border’s a hundred miles to
the south.
ROPER:
Look at them. They come with
nothing, lives ripped apart, homes
destroyed. Meanwhile the taxis wait
on the main road for the Western
aid workers to get the hell back to
the airport as fast as their legs
can carry them. Well we offer our
own charity operation don’t we
Jasper.
JASPER:
Yes sir.
He smiles.
8 I/E. JEEP. REMOTE TURKISH MOUNTAIN ROAD. DAY. 8
The jeeps continue up the increasingly winding roads. We are
in remote mountainous terrain now, no towns, barely any sign
of life.
9 I/E. JEEP. REFUGEE CAMP. DAY 9
Finally the jeeps turn and drive down a track. At the end a
small camp for refugees. They stop.
ROPER:
Here it is. Our little
contribution. A safe haven for the
wretched of the earth.
A small aid camp. Fifty miserable tents, a muddle of
refugees.
ROPER (CONT’D)
Justifies us being here. No one
asks any questions about our other
activities.
10 I/E. JEEP. HILL FORT. DAY. 10
They drive on. And now in front of them stretches a huge
encampment.
Dogs are barking, barbed wire fences, a military compound,
soldiers at the checkpoint, ROPER’s own army training base in
the middle of the Turkish mountains.
JASPER double hits his horn, SOLDIERS see ROPER is inside and
let them through the barrier. The jeeps stop inside and
ROPER, PINE, JASPER and LANGBOURNE, FRISKY and TABBY all get
out.
ROPER:
Tabby take everyone’s phone, no
comms, no calls in or out. Get Mr
Birch some suitable gear. (to
JASPER) You clear the site all
right? For the big show?
JASPER:
Happening as we speak sir.
ROPER turns to PINE.
ROPER:
(to Pine) Firework display tonight.
You’re master of ceremonies. Make
sure you know what you’re selling.
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