The Night Manager

- I am formally sanctioning a further three-year extension for the Night Owl unit.

- His name is Jaco Brouwer. - How do you know him?

From a previous life.

- Shipment arrives in Cartagena Port in three days.

The chief calls himself Richard Roper's true disciple.

He's Teddy Dos Santos.

All I've got is information about Barquero Commerce

and their charity foundation.

Nothing above the parapet.

That face is too pretty to lose.

- Do you think he's all right? I'm worried about him.

Rex was murdered,

and the River House are involved.

An import company in Cartagena

is buying UK machine tools for oil pipelines.

Something started to feel wrong.

I took it to Rex. - What about this man?

- No. - Tell the team we're going to Spain.

- We're watchers, we're not the show. Remember?

- Shipment list with a government stamp, as requested.

Waleed.

Hi, this is Alex Goodwin.

Please leave a message.

- The Night Owls is a surveillance unit.

You watch, you listen, you report.

You do not hunt down.

Alex Goodwin was my boss.

He gave the order to follow Michel Hebert to Spain.

We thought that he had authority.

Well, he had none.

Did he say why he was following some gun-runner on a fake passport?

No.

He only told us what we needed to know.

That's all?

Are you a sheep?

You know, Alex Goodwin's recklessness not only cost him

his own life, but the lives of some of our finest servants.

I'm hereby terminating the Night Owls unit.

And as for you, Ms Price-Jones, you should take some time off.

And if anyone outside this room asks...

...your unit was never in Spain.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Good. You can go.

Thank you.

Sally.

It's all right, Jonathan.

We're alone.

I come here most weekends to fish.

Bit of a bolthole to clear the mind.

Where's Sally?

She's about a mile from here.

Waiting for us to join her.

Why did you call me Jonathan?

Because it's your name.

Jonathan Pine.

The man who brought down Richard Roper.

When, six years ago, Rex asked for my help in creating the new you,

I was happy to oblige.

I've long been an admirer from afar.

Let's have some tea.

We need to talk.

Mayra Cavendish believes you died in that hotel room explosion.

I used my influence to ensure the report mentioned

two bodies in that room.

There was, in fact, only one.

Sally's told me about the Alcestis,

Cartagena,

Teddy Dos Santos.

Let me help you, Jonathan.

Whatever you've got in mind, you can't do this alone.

I found these in the Roper archive.

This one is from Teddy Dos Santos.

Did Richard Roper smuggle arms

into Colombia in the 1990s?

- It was never proven. - But?

- Almost certainly. - OK.

Then I think Teddy is continuing his business model,

and I think British Intelligence is helping him.

You can't use service cover now.

Too risky.

Mayra has friends in many places,

as Rex discovered.

What about Roxana Bolanos?

Not a trace.

Maybe they killed her too, but we can't be sure.

Hey.

- Waleed shouldn't have been there. - I know.

- He had children, and he had a bloody beautiful wife.

I know.

I have no-one.

An arthritic dog.

You should have told us about your past.

I'm sorry, Sally.

How's Mike?

- He left the service. He went straight to the Square Mile.

You know, you should do the same.

I've put you in too much danger already.

I'm not going anywhere.

They died for nothing, otherwise.

Come on.

OK.

The trucks arrive tomorrow to take the cargo from Cartagena Port

but you asked for a way to stop it.

Who is he?

- Alejandro Gualteros, public prosecutor in Medellin.

Now, he has tried twice before to stop Barquero, but he got nowhere.

We've tipped him off under the code name Max.

He's impounded the shipment for us

and he's frozen Barquero's bank accounts.

- Which means Teddy will need cash flow.

That's your way in.

We'll use the Roper piggy bank.

Seems appropriate,

given you stole it in the first place.

300 million, last time I looked.

OK.

But you can't be Alex Goodwin.

So, who am I?

Matthew Ellis.

43 years old.

Born in Norfolk to a second-rate merchant banker

and an alcoholic mother who slept with half of Fakenham.

Good for her.

Good? - Yeah.

Try this one here.

- You're a very wealthy man with a penchant for risk.

Pinstripe.

Try that.

That's not it. - Right.

No, it's...

It's cheap.

It's not... - It's obvious. - It's obvious.

You made your own path, creating

and then just trashing companies in Europe and the Gulf.

Shoes...

No socks with these shoes.

Try it with this.

Yeah.

Finally, you settled in Hong Kong,

working for a Swiss investment outfit, Steiger and Sons.

- That? - Yes.

That's him. - That's him.

You are in Medellin after a scandal with the Hong Kong bank.

You're on your own, you're dodgy and you've money to burn.

You're staying at the Gran Melia because, naturally,

that is the only hotel in Colombia that you would ever be seen dead at.

- Naturally. - Naturally.

Matthew Ellis.

- You've run away from family, relationships,

and any responsibility.

And you've given in to your vices.

- Thank you. - Now, Teddy's lawyer, Carrascal, is your way in.

He loves to gamble.

They lunch together every Tuesday

after his tennis practice at his club.

That's your chance to be a snake in their garden.

- Jonathan, any red flags, you follow the escape routes immediately.

I'd normally take months to do something like this.

See you there.

With my sun hat on.

- Morning. - Morning.

You might have the same problem I had.

Coach had to leave. Family issues, apparently.

Are you new to the club?

Flew in two days ago.

Matthew Ellis, member of the Simmonds in London.

- Juan Carrascal. - Hi.

You want to play a set? - Yeah.

- Do you want to make it count? - Yeah.

How much for?

$1,000?

You don't mess around, do you?

Ace. - Nice serve.

30-love.

Game.

1-love to me.

Well done, Englishman.

- 2-love. - Well done.

Oh, come on!

OK. 3-love to me.

Out! My serve.

1-3.

- Out! - Way in.

You've got to be fucking joking.

Not your lucky day today.

Your serve.

Fuck! - That's my set!

You have a strong forehand,

but you rely on it too much.

You sound like my father.

Here's your money. - Forget it.

It would be like taking candy from a baby.

Hey, Juan.

Don't be cruel. Hmm?

- How was your game? - I lost.

Hmm.

Do you know what they say? Hmm?

Defeat makes you stronger.

Let's hope so.