The Night Manager

Aside from the money wasted,

and the embarrassment to our American friends,

the debacle at the Turkish-Syrian border

put us back five years in terms of intelligence sourcing

with Syria and the Middle East.

I'm extending the meeting so we can fully explore

why the operation went ahead with such poor intelligence,

and what lessons can be learnt

to ensure this never happens again.

What led you to believe

that British arms were being exported

under the counter through Tradepass?

I was shown fake MOD end user certificates

for seven different arms companies, UK and US.

Do you mean these?

Yes.

Those are genuine MOD export certificates

for Bulgaria and Italy.

- That's not true. - I have signed letters

from both Italian and Bulgarian governments

confirming the sales.

This is a cover-up.

Angela, are you accusing me of lying?

I spoke to Rex Mayhew

during his handover, before he joined the Royal Commission.

He said that you persuaded someone

to leak information from the River House.

Someone you referred to as "the Boatman"?

I've never heard of such a name.

Then how did you get hold of those certificates?

They're classified documents.

An angel gave them to me.

With a halo.

You do understand the seriousness

of this enquiry, Ms Burr?

Let us now move on to the arms swoop itself.

Based on what we now know to be flawed intelligence,

you authorised,

through an American Enforcement connection,

and behind the FCO's back,

a full US military raid on 20 aid trucks

crossing the Turkish-Syrian border.

Rex Mayhew authorised it. Not me.

On his last day.

And on your cast-iron guarantee that the intelligence was solid.

Where did you get this intelligence?

A source close to Tradepass and Richard Roper.

Can you be more specific?

To do so would put lives at risk.

No, I can't do that.

This is a behind-closed-doors enquiry, Ms Burr.

Names will be redacted from the records.

So... why can't you tell us?

You know why.

You all know why.

They pulled out this morning.

Order from the Ministry.

So it's just you and me again then, is it?

Not even that, I'm afraid.

Two weeks and they close the office.

The International Enforcement Agency is officially mothballed.

Go home, Angela.

Have your baby.

Be a teacher's wife.

You mean give up? What about Pine?

Pine gave you false intelligence.

- I don't believe that. - Are you sure about that?

I got him involved in this. I can't just leave him in there.

I don't see what choice you have.

Oh, didn't you hear? You don't work here anymore.

I just wanted to say thank you.

And if you ever needed help in the future...

Well, don't hold your breath. Angela Burr.

Who is this?

Yes, is Sophie there, please?

- Sophie? No there isn't a... - Well, when she comes,

could you tell her we're all here.

At the same hotel.

Tell her we're all here.

He's in Cairo.

Mr Roper, your courier has arrived.

I'll send him up.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You ever been to Cairo before?

No, erm...

I've spent some time in Morocco and Tunisia,

but this is my first time in Egypt.

Take advantage. See the sights while we're off down the Nile.

Andrew isn't coming with us?

Absolutely not.

You and I are going to be very busy.

Why, Richard Roper, I do declare...

Speaking of true love...

What's she doing here?

Thought you might want some female company.

Caroline.

Look who's back.

Caro, lovely to see you.

- Thank you. - Morning, Sandy.

- Morning. - Hi, darling.

Great to see you.

I just need a few minutes with the young prince here,

so why don't you girls go lay waste to the local bazaar?

Fine, baby.

Tabby, would you?

- See you later. - See you later.

- Coffee? - Thank you.

You know what this reminds me of?

Winston Churchill and TE Lawrence in a Cairo hotel

dividing up the Middle East over champagne and a cigar.

Drew a map on a napkin and shook hands.

Kings of Arabia.

I'm guessing that you're Churchill in this scenario.

If you insist.

Damn shame about Corky, though.

I feel as if...

If I'd known, I could probably have talked him round.

Could have explained that even traitors can be forgiven.

Actually be pretty useful.

Keep tabs on the enemy. Blow smoke in their face.

But they have to commit, that's the thing.

Have to make a decision.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

You've already made your decision, haven't you?

A long time ago.

Kings of Arabia.

Freddie Hamid, how are you?

- Hello, sir. - Good to see you.

May I introduce Andrew Birch, our director.

Pleasure to meet you, Freddie. Dickie's told me lots about you.

Welcome to Cairo.

- Thank you. - It's going to be fun.

Oh, I can't wait.

Well. Shall we?

Mr Kouyami.

East is East and West is West.

And never the twain shall meet.

Good to see you, Mr Roper.

After you.

So, spec list, not changed?

It's all there, sir.

The consignment's being held in a secure military zone

on the outskirts of the city. Ready for collection.

And the payment structure?

As discussed. Half now and half on exchange.

We'll meet again in 48 hours' time.

Then, if all parties are satisfied,

I suggest we sanction the first half of the payment

to be made to the Tradepass account.

Wait. We had report of an incident

involving US military at the Syrian border.

I want your reassurance that there's no risk attached

to this transaction.

Can you give me this assurance, Mr Roper?

We had a minor issue. Internal.

It's been investigated and addressed.

You have my word.

Let us proceed.

It's done.

Thank you.

- Congratulations. - Congratulations.

Who needs another drink?

Oh, not for me.

Smile at me. Laugh.

Tell me a joke then.

I can't do this any more, Jonathan.

I can't. I can't sleep with him another night.

You have to.

Why can't we go away, now?

It isn't just about you and me.

Funny, funny joke.

A courier came last night.

Delivered papers about the shipment.

They're in the safe.

Do you know the combination?

I'll get it for you.

Be careful.

Excuse me, sir, could I have a vodka martini, please?

You're up early.

We're going shopping.

You can't have too many rugs, apparently.

Right.

Look at you.

Quite the Roper acolyte.

How things change.

- Yes, they do, don't they? - Me?

I'm the prodigal wife brought to heel, didn't you hear?

Brought to heel by what?

Roper made me an offer.

Let bygones be bygones and return to the fold.

Very... Very decent of him.

That may be.

Or maybe he just wanted someone to spy on his girlfriend.

Careful, Caro. Sun's hot out there.

Caro, is that true?

He said if I didn't agree,

I'd never see the children again.

I hate him.

Message from London.