The Night Manager Page #7
Season #1 Episode #5- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 358 min
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EXT. ISTANBUL HOTEL. CAFE/FOYER. DAY. 40
PEARL sits in the Istanbul hotel coffee room. Reading a
newspaper and doing nothing. Bored and depressed.
Then suddenly the hotel concierge approaches.
CONCIERGE:
Miss Pearl?
PEARL:
Yes.
CONCIERGE:
A gentleman is here to see you.
PEARL gets up, walks to the front desk. The TAXI DRIVER,
exhausted, is there.
TAXI DRIVER:
Miss Pearl. Friend of Mr Singhal?
PEARL:
Yes.
TAXI DRIVER:
I drove all night. I am to give you
this.
He holds out the piece of paper. Pine’s writing. PEARL opens
it. Looks inside. Her jaw drops.
TAXI DRIVER (CONT’D)
He said you would give me another
two hundred if I got here by nine
o’clock.
He looks at the wall. It is five to nine. PEARL smiles.
PEARL:
Yes I think we can manage that.
41 INT. LONDON. NEW IEA OFFICES. DAY. 41
ANGELA BURR bursts into the offices. Eating a hasty sandwich.
BURR:
Where is it?
SINGHAL:
Here.
She rushes over and sees a scan on the computer.
Hand-written note from Jonathan Pine. Registration numbers of
twenty trucks. Heading south-east into Turkish-Syrian border.
Humanitarian Aid. Starting point. Hills near Jalahar Camp.
BURR:
My god. He did it.
Beat. BURR turns to GRACE with an almost euphoric gleam.
BURR (CONT’D)
Get me Mayhew on the phone.
BURR looks through the registrations.
SINGHAL:
It’s South East Turkey. We think
it’s somewhere around Kasimli. The
trucks are heading towards the
Syrian border. It’s just over two
hundred miles. Rough country.
BURR:
Which gives us three hours to find
the trucks and stop them at the
border.
BURR’s phone rings.
BURR (CONT’D)
Yes?
GRACE:
We can’t reach Mayhew. It’s his
last day. They’re saying he’s not
available.
ANGELA BURR puts the phone down.
42 INT. LONDON. FCO. MAYHEW’S OFFICE. DAY. 42
REX MAYHEW’s private office. Files being cleared out. His
secretary GLORIA is helping him sort his affairs. MAYHEW
looks pale with stress.
MAYHEW:
Tell them I’m not here.
His SECRETARY walks to the door. REX MAYHEW hears a
discussion that become an argument and then a scuffle.
SECRETARY:
I’ll call the police.
ANGELA BURR:
I am the bloody police.
ANGELA BURR walks in, slams the door on the SECRETARY, and
throws down the Pine piece of paper. Speaks quietly.
ANGELA BURR (CONT’D)
Twenty aid trucks. Going to the
Syrian border. All containing
illegally exported UK and US arms.
(MORE)
ANGELA BURR (CONT’D)
And Roper’s fingerprints all over
them.
MAYHEW stares at the list.
ANGELA BURR (CONT’D)
It’s real Rex. It’s what we need to
take them down. All of them.
REX MAYHEW:
I can’t do anything. I told you we
have no allies.
ANGELA BURR:
I don’t need allies. I need a
foreign office mandate confirming
that an illegal cache of arms is in
those trucks. I’ll take that to
Joel Steadman and he can deploy US
soldiers at the border to stop the
convoy, search it and seize the
weapons. But I can’t do it without
FCO top brass confirmation. One
letter from you representing the
Permanent Secretary. One signature.
MAYHEW stares at BURR.
ANGELA BURR (CONT’D)
Please Rex. As of today you’re
still in position. We’ll never get
this chance again.
MAYHEW stares at her. His eyes are filled with the tiniest
light.
43 INT. WASHINGTON. STEADMAN’S OFFICE. DAY. 43
JOEL STEADMAN has his feet up in his Washington office,
staring at a board packed full of photographs of Mexican gang-
leaders. Supposedly trying to match them to a file he has in
front of them. But he can’t concentrate.
Then the phone rings.
JOEL:
Steadman.
ANGELA BURR:
Joel listen to me. I’m faxing
something to you now. It came from
our boy. Tell me what you can do
with it. And take it straight to
the military. No Langley
involvement. Clear?
JOEL:
Sure.
The phone goes down.
The fax flickers. It’s a letter from Rex Mayhew confirming
the illegal convoy of arms from Turkey to Syria by Richard
Onslow Roper and requesting immediate US military action to
stop and search the convoy at the border.
STEADMAN stares at it. Then reaches for the phone.
EXT. HILL FORT. DAY.
PINE walk across the hill fort. PINE passes the empty cart of
the Kurdish Man Cengiz. He recognises it instantly. As do we.
But no dead old woman. No Cengiz. No kid.
Just two empty bullet cartridges lie on the ground.
45 INT. HILL FORT. RADIO STATION. DAY. 45
PINE approaches and enter ROPER’s personal satellite hub.
Full monitoring equipment, satellite images of the local
area, and a tracking computer programme that is tracking the
convoy of trucks as they head their way towards the border.
TABBY and FRISKY are already inside. As is ROPER. And to
PINE’s surprise, JED.
ROPER turns to PINE.
ROPER:
She’s my lucky mascot.
He hands her a drink. JED flicks a look at PINE. Then asks
ROPER:
JED:
Where’s Corky?
She looks over to PINE but he doesn’t meet her gaze.
ROPER:
He wasn’t feeling well. He had to
fly home.
Something chilling about this. She senses it. Hides her fear.
ROPER turns to business.
ROPER (CONT’D)
What’s the ETA?
JASPER:
The convoy should be through the
border in one hour sir.
(MORE)
JASPER (CONT'D)
We have their signal if you’d like
to track them.
ROPER nods.
PINE, ROPER, LANGBOURNE, FRISKY and JASPER watch the little
satellite tracker of the trucks making its way across the
terrain towards the border.
PINE stares at ROPER.
46 INT. LONDON. NEW IEA OFFICES. FCO. DAY. 46
BURR and SINGHAL are waiting. BURR at her desk. Next to her
sits GRACE.
Suddenly BURR’s phone rings. It’s what they’ve all been
waiting for.
BURR:
Yes?
STEADMAN:
This is your American friend.
BURR:
What’s the news?
STEADMAN:
Authorisation received by US army
to seize and search the convoy of
twenty aid trucks 1800hrs local
time at the Syrian border.
BURR checks her watch.
BURR:
You’re a good man Joel.
STEADMAN:
The convoy has been identified and
is being tracked on US military
satellites. You want a visual?
BURR:
What do you think?
She flicks on her laptop. STEADMAN relays a visual of the
same tracking image that ROPER is watching, this time from US
satellite imagery.
BURR (CONT’D)
How long?
STEADMAN:
Thirty minutes.
BURR:
Ok. And Joel, when they seize the
the weapons, they should go
straight to the media. Give them
all our files. On Roper, The River
house, Langley. Tell them to hold
an immediate press conference. No
protocol, no reporting structure.
No mention of us. They get all the
glory.
BURR smiles. This is the moment she has waited for, for ten
years.
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