The Night Manager

My darling daughter!

The most beautiful girl in the world!

- A marvellous necklace from Paris! - Ooh!

The most expensive necklace!

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Enjoy the party!

Thank you.

What about austerity, Apo?

This is austerity.

You should have seen our country five years ago.

- Tomorrow's business... - Uh-huh?

By the way, my Arab friend

is concerned you can't deliver the merchandise you promised.

I wouldn't worry about that, Apo, it'll be fine.

I hope so.

- Ah, Mr Barghati. - Sandy.

How good to see you.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Lord!

Oh, Lord! What's happening here?

Qué pasa? Qué pasa?

Qué pasa?

- Jesus! - Help her! Help me, please!

Elena! Elena!

Elena! Elena! Elena!

She must've been in so much pain.

Yeah, well, she's caused a lot of other people pain, too.

We had to reschedule that meeting.

Still, the canapes were good.

What do you want to do about our Arab chum?

Bring him 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? - OK.

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

it was a crass thing to say.

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OK...

let's go, dream boy.

Huh!

Come on.

Go left.

Up the stairs.

So the silly sod is insisting on 10% and he is digging his heels in.

All right, we'll let him enjoy that for a week,

and then we'll take it away from him.

Yeah, that's fine.

I'm 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.

All right, now scram.

See if you can catch us some mackerel for supper.

And take the dogs, will you?

Go on, Shirley. Go on, you foul-smelling creature.

You'll call him, will you?

Yep. Leave it with me, I'll deal with it.

Don't waste any energy trying to sweet-talk him,

- just lay it out, let him sweat. - All right.

All right, Frisky, no more interruptions,

no-one on the terrace.

- What the hell is that noise? - Oh, Javier is blowing leaves.

Well, tell him to knock it off, will you?

Cease and desist.

How's the face?

- It's fine. - We'll be all right.

- So, what do you want? - I'd like to...

to go back to the restaurant, if that's all right.

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.

OK, 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 did you kill that fellow in Devon?

It's all over the wire.

We had to call the police, no choice.

They'll be here any minute.

You are a cool cucumber, aren't you?

He cheated me.

And 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?

Well, his references aren't too clever.

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

he didn't bother to check them.

You faked them, Pine?

I needed the job.

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

Where'd you get the passport?

I met a girl... in Devon.

Didn't we all.

Pretty little thing.

Who's Quince?

Her ex.

He'd never been abroad, he'd never had a passport, so I took his name.

You've taken a lot of names, haven't you?

It 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 then 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.

They hadn't eaten there before?

Did they look like they'd eaten there before?

- Ever sailed a boat for them? - Is this some kind of interrogation?

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

No.

The mussels were marvellous, by the way.

So you weren't the lookout guy?

- You didn't switch roles halfway through? - No.

That's another one of Corky's little theories.

Listen, I haven't asked for anything, all right?

I don't expect a reward,

I certainly 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, I suspect, are you and your little friend here,

so maybe we just leave it at that.

- Little friend! - I know! Charmant!

- Where are you going? - I'm leaving.

What are you going to 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? - It's no good getting in a panic, my dear.

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!

Well, 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 for a while,

- till he's fighting fit again. - Oh.

That's great.

You want to come for a swim?

Go on. Corky can lend you some Speedos.

I'd like to.

Corky, why don't you put him

in the fisherman's cottage at the end of the estate...

- while we work out what to do with you. - All right, boss.

And what am I supposed to do until then?

Well, you can keep Dans company.

We were supposed to have a school friend here for the holiday,

but the bugger stood him up.

His 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.

Now, you saved my boy and I'm grateful,

but if you step out of line...

we'll make you howl for your mother.

What size feet have you got?

- 12. - Hmm.

Now, house rules.

No phones, no postcards to Devon dumplings.

No messages in a bottle.

The chief values privacy... as do we all.