The Night Manager

My darling daughter,

the most beautiful girl in the world!

A marvellous necklace from Paris!

The most expensive necklace.

Enjoy the party!

What about austerity, Apo?

This is austerity.

You should have seen our country five years ago.

- Tomorrow is business? - Mm-hm.

By the way, my Arab friend is concerned

you can't deliver the material you promised.

I wouldn't worry, Apo. It'll be fine.

I hope so.

Ah, Mr Barghati! How good to see you.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Lord!

Oh, Lord, what's happening here?

¿Que pasa?

Jesus!

Roper, help me please.

Elena! Elena!

Elena! Elena! Elena!

She must have been in so much pain.

She's caused a lot of other people pain, too.

I'll have to reschedule that meeting.

Still, the canapes were good.

Do you want to bring our Arab chum out to the villa?

I don't much like that.

It's too risky, if someone's got a watch on him.

Invite him to the children's party.

There'll be lots of people there.

You can do your magic tricks, try and get them right.

- Fix it up, will you? - Okay.

Sorry, darling, I don't know what I was thinking.

That was a crass thing to say.

Okay. Let's go, dream boy.

Come on.

To the left.

Up the stairs.

So the silly sod is insisting on 10%

and he's digging his heels in.

Let him enjoy that for a week and then take it away from him.

Okay, that's fine. Happy to go with that.

Ah, there he is!

Dans, you're on.

Thank you very much, sir, for rescuing me.

I hope you're feeling better.

You're very welcome.

Alright, now scram.

Catch some mackerel for supper. Take the dogs, will you?

Go on, Charlie, go on, you foul-smelling creature.

- You'll call him? - Yeah, I'll deal with it.

Don't waste energy trying to sweet-talk him, let him sweat.

Alright.

Frisky, no more interruptions. No one on the terrace.

What the hell is that noise?

Javier's blowing leaves.

Tell him to knock it off. Cease and desist.

How's the face?

- It's fine. - You'll be alright.

So, what do you want?

I'd like to go back to the restaurant, if that's alright.

That's not what I meant. What do you want from the world?

I don't know.

I haven't got a plan. I'm taking some time out.

Don't believe you.

You've never relaxed in your life.

If you say so.

Just sit down.

Everyone assumes...

that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

It's balls.

My father was an Oxfordshire auctioneer,

taught me the price of everything.

But the drive to create all of this,

that comes from me and me alone.

Where does it come from in you?

I'm not sure I have what you describe.

Okay, you patched me up.

I'm very grateful for that. And now I'd like to go.

Corky can't make you out, you see.

Suspicious chap, Corks.

He's got bad vibes about you.

Why'd you kill that fellow in Devon?

It's all over the wire.

We had to call the police. No choice.

Be here any minute.

You are a cool cucumber, aren't you?

He cheated me.

You didn't like that?

- No, I didn't. - Quite right.

The MacArthurs have confirmed for dinner.

So, that makes 12 tonight.

Or 13.

Come and tell us why you think this one's a bad apple, Corky.

His references aren't too clever.

Luckily for you, Jorge was so desperate for a sous-chef,

he didn't bother to check them.

Did you fake them, Pine?

I needed the job.

I needed it fast. I didn't have time for formalities.

Where did you get the passport?

I met a girl in Devon.

Didn't we all?

Pretty little thing.

And who's Quince?

Her ex.

He'd never been abroad.

He'd never had a passport. So I took his name.

Taken a lot of names, haven't you?

Makes a man wonder who you really are.

So, father killed in Belfast.

No close relationship with mother.

Married once, for six months, we can assume not a triumph.

Two tours in Iraq.

Distinguished service.

And on return, what?

Despair? Depression?

And five years as a night owl in the hotel business.

What was that? Hibernation?

Burying yourself alive?

And then a sudden moment of madness.

Thieving, narcotics, murder.

This is bloody chaos, Jonathan.

Do you even know who you are?

Those two chaps you smashed up in the restaurant.

- Did you know them? - No.

- Had they eaten there before? - Did they look like it?

- Ever sail a boat for them? - Is this an interrogation?

Let's pretend it is. Did you cook for them?

- No. - The mussels were marvellous.

So you weren't the lookout guy and switch roles?

- No. - Another of Corky's theories.

I haven't asked for anything. I don't expect a reward.

I don't appreciate

this investigation into my personal life,

and frankly I'm bored of your hospitality.

Maybe I'm not squeaky clean.

But nor are you and your little friend so just leave it at that.

- "Little friend." - I know.

Charmant.

- Where you going? - I'm leaving.

What are you gonna do for a passport?

I have a passport, in the name of Thomas Quince.

Where is it?

Corky, sock him the bad news.

The passport's gone, old love.

Thomas Quince had to be shredded.

- What are you talking about? - No good getting in a paddy.

Your cover's blown sky-high.

Tom Quince is on every wanted list on God's earth.

Murder, theft,

sadly not buggery, but we'll work on that.

That was my passport. That was mine!

You're going to have to learn to be someone else, aren't you?

I said no one in here!

Sorry, baby, I didn't know. Jesus!

Sorry, my darling, I didn't know it was you.

It's actually good news.

Thomas is going to be staying till he's fighting fit again.

Oh. That's great. Do you want to come for a swim?

Go on. Corky can lend you some Speedos.

I'd like to.

Corky, we should put him in the fisherman's cottage

at the end of the estate.

While we work out what to do with you.

- Alright, boss. - What do I do until then?

You could keep Dans company.

He was supposed to have a friend here for the holiday,

but the bugger stood him up.

Mother doesn't approve of me.

One more thing. I run a tight ship here.

You're right.

We do a little swashbuckling every now and then,

but we play straight with each other.

You saved my boy, and I'm grateful.

But if you step out of line,

I will make you howl for your mother.

What size feet have you got?

12.

Now, house rules.

No phones, no postcards to Devon dumplings,

no messages in a bottle.

The chief values privacy, as do we all.

All way down to the beach, as far as you can go,

then it's on the right.

Alternatively, fill your pockets with stones,

walk into the sea, and keep going.

Anything?

No.

Bloody hell, I hate this bit.

Off every tree, you may freely eat.

Maids, serving wenches,

cooks, typists, masseuses,

even the lady that comes to clip the canary's claws.

But if you lay one hand on that precious fruit,

then like the Belgians in the Congo,

we'll chop it off.

And I don't mean the hand.

Señor Roper?

Morning.