The Night Manager

My name's Pine. I'm the night manager.

- Richard Roper is selling arms in the heart of Cairo

in the middle of the Arab Spring.

- Why does Jonathan Pine, respected hotelier, risk his career

by snitching on his guests?

- If there's a man selling a private arsenal, and those weapons can cause

a lot of pain to a lot of people, then you just do it.

Anyone would do it.

- I want to put you inside his operation.

- I will give you money but you have to leave the boy here!

We'll contact you.

Go!

He saved me.

- What's his name? - Thomas Quince. - No, he's bloody not.

You're Pine from Switzerland.

- Thank you very much, sir, for rescuing me.

You're very welcome, Danny.

Welcome to the family.

- Angela Burr is closer than anyone's ever been

to cracking Richard Roper's offshore operation.

The company is called Tradepass.

You are my lead actor.

You make the deal, no-one really knows what we're selling,

no-one wants to know,

because if they did, they wouldn't sleep at night.

This is our little contribution.

A safe haven for the wretched of the earth.

Justifies us being here.

Every soldier fights for money, Andrew.

These men are selling their skills, same as anyone else.

Even traitors can be forgiven.

But they have to commit.

They have to make a decision.

Jesus!

I want my money back, Mr Roper.

If you do not pay, there will be consequences.

Why did you do it, Jonathan?

- You have to commit. You have to make a decision.

Hey, wait! Wait a minute!

No! No!

No!

Shukran.

So, shall we talk about tomorrow?

Yeah.

There'll be no official autopsy,

no photos,

no record of death.

We'll just identify the body, then they'll burn it.

No-one gets the ashes.

No-one will know. Not even his family.

What about Danny?

No, not even Danny.

Richard Roper will remain a missing person

and you, Jonathan Pine...

You never came to this godforsaken place.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I didn't sleep last night.

Just last night?

Don't worry, you'll sleep well after this.

- No. Just one of you will perform identification.

Who says?

I say.

- Now, listen here, I've had enough of this. Shifting bloody sands?!

- Angela, it's all right. - It's not all right. None of this is all right.

She'll do it.

We've both waited so long for this.

You've waited longer.

Yalla.

Yalla!

Ready? - Yeah.

- Can you confirm this is Richard Roper?

Yeah, it's him.

Sure?

Yeah.

Good afternoon. I hope you're doing OK.

It's Colin and Claire and it's London Central...

Alex?

Alex? - One second.

Theresa. Hi. - Hi.

- Corky escaped again. - Aha! I'm so sorry. - That's all right.

- Did he wake you? - Well, no, because it's 4:30pm in the afternoon.

- Of course it is, of course it is. Sorry. Yeah.

You, sir, are a flirt.

What are you doing disturbing our neighbour, eh? Come on.

You work at night, don't you?

I do, yes.

- Yeah. What do you do? Are you, like, a vampire or something?

I work in a bank, so...

- So... - So, yes, basically, yeah, I am.

- All right. I'd love to have dinner soon,

if you dare to journey across the hall.

Erm...

Yes, maybe, one day.

- Yeah. - Sorry again. - All good. - Come on, you.

- Yeah, bye. - Bye. Bye.

Corky.

Getting me into trouble.

- This is the MI6 quarterly evaluation for Alex Goodwin,

director of the Night Owls unit.

Shall we begin?

Sure.

- So, Alex, is there anything keeping you awake at night?

No. Erm...

No.

- And how's your family? - Family's great, yeah.

- And romantically, any developments on that front?

Yeah.

Actually, I've started going out with my neighbour. - Mm-hm.

I see you've requested to stay with the Night Owls

for another three years. - Yes. Yep.

How do you feel about that?

I feel good. Erm...

I love working for Rex Mayhew.

I love my team.

From a central ops point of view,

we've learned more from the Night Owls Surveillance Unit

led by Alex Goodwin than from a dozen agents in the field.

Nocturnal surveillance of the top hotels has proved pivotal

to our clean up operation in the City of London.

- The Night Owls' patience and diligence

has allowed us, at MI6, to infiltrate hostile networks

and avert terror threats across the city.

- The Night Owls, that's a nocturnal surveillance unit.

- That's right, yeah. - That's not exactly glamorous.

Does it need to be?

No, but...

Hey, man.

Visitor from the River.

Thanks, Graham.

It's quiet work.

It's not the most dramatic...

...but who needs heroes?

- Hello, Alex. - Basil.

Just dropping off the new wish list.

Usual rogues' gallery.

Don't know how you do it, stuck here every night,

sat in the dark watching the world through a screen.

I'm worried you'll go blind.

- Well, as head of the River House Supervisory Council,

I am formally sanctioning a further three-year extension

for the Night Owl Unit under the leadership of Alex Goodwin

and the continued supervision of Rex Mayhew.

Thank you very much. - Thank you, Mayra.

I've taken a look at your file.

Six years.

You've refused all promotions,

all offers for posts abroad.

I love being at home.

Sorry to... disappoint you.

You don't disappoint me, Alex.

If I'm honest, you frighten me.

Just a reminder,

nothing above the parapet.

That face is too pretty to lose.

- A lot of intelligence officers come through this room.

Some of them shout,

some of them scream at me,

some even throw things,

but the ones I really worry about

turn up every three months,

they sit there and they smile,

just like you.

They say nothing, like you.

And then, one day...

...they explode.

You need to talk to me, Alex.

Tell me who you really are.

I am the man...

...who will not explode.

Hi, Mike. - Hey.

- When you're settled, do a trawl on all today's phone calls

through hotel switchboards. I've got the latest list of bad guys.

Basil Karapetian delivered them personally.

He'd spy on his own mum, that man.

Sorry I'm late.

St Albans traffic is a disgrace.

- Hmm. I'm judging you. - Leave that to my wife.

How was your day, Alex?

Fine, thank you, Waleed.

Did you manage some sleep?

A little.

Ah, Kadarov's moving again.

Mike, follow him.

- For reference, he's number 12 on the list.

Links to Bulgarian Mafia with a bit of child trafficking on the side.

- Where are you running to, Mr Kadarov?

- I worked at the Mumbai Carlton in the '90s.

That sort of antic tended to mean a sexual assignation

with the boy on reception.

Or he's just getting a paper.

That's for the White Room.

- Sally, party in the White Room tonight.

Copy that. En route.

Here we go.

Oh, a busy room for a school night.

Sally, are you there yet?

Just arriving. How do I look?

Impeccable.

Eyes only, please.

I promise, no touching.