The Night Manager

All the great philanthropists of our time are businessmen.

They are entrepreneurs, innovators.

My Safe Haven project for refugees,

which we began in '98,

is the true expression of my belief in a commitment to the wider world.

Because my good fortune means nothing

unless it also lifts up my fellow man.

I thank you all for your time. Thank you.

I thought you might need some help.

- How did you get here? - I walked.

- You walked? Through that? - Yes.

- Yes, I've seen worse. - OK, you are crazy.

I can assure you, madam, we're doing everything we can.

The British government has chartered a plane

- which will arrive in three days' time. - Hey! Hello!

- Hello. - One moment, please.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm just dealing...

You have to get us out now, do you hear?

Madam, I can assure you, the hotel is absolutely

the safest place for you to be at the moment.

Trust me.

Madam, perhaps...

You'd like to wait in the bar.

The cocktails are... Complimentary.

Thank you.

Get them away from the windows. Away!

Yes, this is Pine of the Nefertiti Hotel in the Corniche.

We have tear gas grenades going off in the street

fifty yards west of here.

And I have several guests extremely keen to leave.

As soon as you can, please. Thank you.

To the airport as fast as you can, please. Thank you.

Busy day for you.

Well, we're doing the best that we can.

Is there anything I can do for you, madam?

Make me a coffee.

Would you, Mr Pine?

Sit with me.

I'm afraid I can't, madam. I have to arrange taxis for various guests.

Oh, of course.

Everyone must escape.

Run, run, run.

When are you leaving, Mr Pine?

- I'm not. - You don't want to escape?

Then sit.

Please, sit.

What do you know of me?

I know that your name is Ms Sophie Alekan.

I know that you're staying in the Hatshepsut suite.

And do you know who is footing my bill?

Freddie Hamid is everything the protestors hate.

Incredibly wealthy.

Corrupt to the core.

The Hamid family owns half the city, and...

Freddie Hamid owns me.

Before this all started,

I saw you sailing at the Cairo Yacht Club.

Did you?

Well... It's only when I'm invited,

which isn't often, to be honest.

Who invites you?

The second man at the British Embassy.

- Name? - His name's Ogilvey.

Simon Ogilvey.

And he's a friend of yours?

Well, I know him from my army days.

But you trust him?

I trust him not to capsize a boat.

I'd like you to copy some personal documents for me, please.

Well, we have an executive services bureau just across the lobby.

The documents are confidential.

I can assure you Mr Ahmadi is perfectly dependable.

I would prefer to use your office.

Do it for me, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Just one copy, madam?

Yes.

Will that be all, madam?

- Do you have an envelope? - Yes.

Seal it and put it in your safe.

And, Mr Pine...

If an accident was to happen to me

as accidents do happen more and more these days...

You should feel free to take it to your friend Mr Ogilvey.

Why should an accident happen, madam?

Are you concerned for your safety?

No.

But I see that you are.

Thank you.

Have you always been the night manager?

It's my profession, yes.

- You chose it? - I think it chose me.

It's a shame.

You look fine by daylight.

Youssef.

How are you?

- Perfect. - OK.

Listen, Youssef, do you know a man called Freddie Hamid?

He's a playboy and a gambler.

There's some kind of deal going on.

And Freddie Hamid is involved

and I have to find out when it's happening and where.

Is there anyone you know?

Friends in local kitchens where he's staying?

OK. But be careful, Jonathan.

You don't want to get on the wrong side of the Hamids.

Youssef. Youssef.

President Mubarak resigned.

I think I understood that.

Across Egypt, millions were on the streets

erupting in excitement.

"He's gone. After 30 years, gone."

Cars honk their horns.

It was a moment like no other in their lives.

Ramses Hilton.

Yes, Corniche Bar, please.

- Corniche Bar, hello. - Oh, hi.

Yeah. This is George Watts.

I'm a mate of Freddie Hamid's.

I was supposed to meet him for cocktails in the bar tonight,

but I've got held up.

Do you happen to know where he is?

- They have already left sir. - What a shame.

Do you know where they've gone?

I believe Mr Roper took Mr Hamid to dinner on his yacht, sir.

I'm sorry. There's a bit of a big party going on here.

I couldn't quite hear you. Could you repeat that, please?

- Mr Hamid is with Mr Roper. - Mr Roper?

Yes, sir.

Thank you so much.

My Safe Haven project for refugees, which we began in '98,

is the true expression of my belief

in a commitment to the wider world.

Because my good fortune means nothing,

unless it also lifts up my fellow man.

I thank you all for your time. Thank you.

Morning, Jonathan.

Simon, I know it's early, but I need to talk to you about something.

I've been calling the embassy all morning.

Come through. What is this?

Bloody hell.

There are enough toys here to start a war.

Or crush a popular uprising.

- Where did you get this? - I found it.

You found it?

Say they arrived by post. Don't mention me.

Anonymous sender.

Jesus Christ, Jonathan. There's bloody napalm on here.

Send it today.

These people aren't wasting any time.

Yes.

- Thank you. - OK.

Three flights up. Lift's broken, but it keeps you fit.

Yes, chicken sounds great, love.

Well, a couple of days out of date is fine if you cook it well.

Yeah. All right.

Yeah, see you later. Bye.

They were supposed to come yesterday to fix this.

- Rob. - Yes.

Rob, come here.

Rex Mayhew just sent that. Cairo station, anonymous sender.

- Ironlast? - Yeah. He's back.

Get me all the files you can on Richard Roper.

Defence, FCO, Bank of England, Treasury.

HMRC. We'll need the River files, too.

Red flags will fly.

So bury the requests in a pile of slurry.

Do a random sweep on all Brits living offshore.

Throw River House off the scent.

Make us look like amateurs looking for a needle in a haystack.

- Do you think you can you do that? - Yes.

Go on, then.

Good evening, Ms Alekan.

Mr Pine.

I would like you to bring a scotch and soda to my room, please.

I can ask room service

or there should be a mini bar just under the main wardrobe.

I know where the mini bar is.

I want you.

Madam... Your scotch and soda.

Just here on the table, madam?

Who did you show the papers to?

Please, just tell me, I would understand.

I just need to know.

Freddie Hamid was just here.

He said he has just spoken to the man from Ironlast.

Which man?

Richard Roper, the worst man in the world.

Roper told Freddie that the deal was off.

Apparently, Roper had been warned.

Who by?

You tell me, Mr Pine.

I've left your dog with the concierge. She'll be fine.

Ms Alekan... I'm so sorry.

I had no idea this would happen.

Don't apologise. You were right to do what you did.

If I'd been brave enough, I would have done it myself.

But Freddie has a temper as you can see.

And he may come back.

Don't worry. We'll take care of you.