The Tailor of Panama Page #8

No, they'll probably claim

he killed himself in police custody.

That's standard euphemism for

assassinations in regimes of this ilk.

No, no one's going

to swallow that one.

No.

"Leader of the Democratic Rebel

Movement murdered."

Yes. I think we could have

the peg we're looking for, Andy.

I'll inform our American cousins.

Now, tell me...

... did you manage to resolve

that Buchan 2 situation?

I got the distinct impression

she was in a state of high anxiety.

You must impress on your operatives

the importance of staying in control.

Andrew?

Hello, is anybody there?

I must talk to the ambassador.

I'm English.

It's a matter of grave importance.

Mickie Abraxas died three hours ago.

Executed by a government death squad.

I have informed the president.

He has authorized us to go on in.

We have that right under the treaty

if the canal is threatened.

Operation Straight Arrow

is all yours, general.

How soon can you be operational?

- Give me four hours, sir.

- That fast?

My rapid response units

are on full alert, sir.

Carrier Alaska is

off the coast of Panama.

Eight F-22 Raptors are on alert.

Twelve gunships.

A battalion of marines.

- I've got to speak to the ambassador.

- The ambassador is busy.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

Ambassador.

I am Buchan.

I made it all up. You've got

to stop it. You see, I'm Buchan.

I'm sorry, but aren't you

that tailor fellow?

You're rather upset.

- Nigel, please show the gentleman out.

- Yes.

There is no Silent Opposition!

Someone's gotta blow the whistle.

Might as well be me.

You're a diplomat. Be diplomatic.

Can't interfere at this stage.

It would reflect very badly.

And what could we say?

That some deranged tailor Johnny

told us it was all a joke?

Nevertheless.

- Darling, what...?

- I need to talk to Ernesto.

Andy.

Andy!

Wait!

Oh, Harry.

Well, if the ambassador's

been recalled...

...give me somebody

who hasn't been recalled.

His secretary, his butler, his...

Come with me, Louisa.

We're going to see the president.

Sh*t!

Oh, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

What the f*** do you want?

I want you to come back to the embassy

and tell them it's all a mistake!

Harry, I've got our money here.

Yours and mine.

I'm trying to get out

before they close the airport.

I'm going straight to Switzerland.

Open numbered accounts for both of us.

You'll be a rich man.

Just give me a lift.

- We're going back.

- Get out of my way!

- Are you not listening to me?

- Don't be bloody annoying, Harry!

Sh*t! They're here.

Ambassador!

Will you vouch for me, my credentials?

I need to get on a plane.

You wish for this man to be included?

I've never seen him before.

Ambassador.

As you can see, the airport is closed,

but palms have been greased.

And once our arrangement

has been concluded...

...you'll be free to go.

It is a fabrication, Mr. President.

A pack of lies, a travesty.

The canal is safe, secure.

Unthreatened.

Call off your dogs, sir.

Call them off.

I'll walk you to your plane.

Could this be the beginning

of a beautiful friendship?

I think it desperately unlikely.

Mission aborted. Return to base.

Why?

I don't know.

I thought it was a game.

And behind my back?

All those lies about

the president and Delgado?

Oh, yes, the lies.

I'm very, very sorry about the lies.

Louisa...

I never did work in Savile Row, did I?

Not as such.

I learned the tailoring in prison.

I burnt down my Uncle Benny's

warehouse to help him out.

And then, when I'd done my time...

...Uncle Benny,

he gives me my portion...

...sends me out here

so I can't get into trouble.

I pretended he was Arthur Braithwaite.

You see, lying's what

you do in prison, Lou.

It's instead of love, really.

You tell it the way it should be

since that's better than how it is...

...when it's that bad.

If you follow me.

Why didn't you just tell me

from the start?

Because I fell in love

with you, my princess.

And I knew that I wasn't

good enough for you.

Not as I stood.

Harry, you are such a fool.

Dad, you promised to tell me a story.

Where were you?

Oh, Sarah.

I'm so sorry.

No need to cry about it, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Mum.

So, what do you want me to do?

What do I want you to do?

What you always do.

Make breakfast.

Can we have pancakes?

- Yeah.

- You want pancakes?

Breakfast?

Well, there's two ways we can deal

with this one, my dear.

Ready?

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