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ROPER: 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.

(APPLAUSE)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING AND CHANTING)

(CHANTING)

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSION)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(CHANTING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

JONATHAN: 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.
- WOMAN: 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.
- (EXPLOSION)

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.

(CROWD CHANTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PROTESTORS CHANTING)

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?

(CHUCKLES)

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?

(LAUGHS)

Freddie Hamid is everything
the protesters 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? (CHUCKLES)

(STUTTERING)
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.

(PROTESTORS CHANTING ON TV)

Do it for me, please.

Yes, ma' am.

(COPIER BEEPS AND WHIRS)

(COPIER BEEPING)

just one copy, madam?

Yes.

(COPIER BEEPS AND WHIRS)

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.

(PROTESTORS CHANTING ON TV)

Youssef.

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

How are you?

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

- 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?

(SIGHS) OK. But be careful, Jonathan.

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

Youssef. Youssef.

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

President Mubarak resigned.

I think I understood that.

(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

(CHEERING)

(CHANTING)

FEMALE REPORTER: 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.

(RINGING TONE)

MAN: Ramses Hilton.

Yes, Corniche Bar, please.

- MAN 2: 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.
- (SIGHS) 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.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

ROVER: 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.

(APPLAUSE)

(CHEERING)

SIMON: 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?

(EXHALES AND CLEARS THROAT)

Bloody hell.

There are enough toys here to start a war.

Or crush a popular uprising.

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

(SCOFFS)

(CLEARS THROAT) 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.

JONATHAN:
These people aren't wasting any time.

Yes.

- Thank you.
- OK.

(BEEPS)

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.

(CLANGING)

(ROB GRUNTS)

(GROANS) They were supposed to come
yesterday to fix this.

- Rob.
- Yes.

- Rob, come here.
- (SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(PHONE RINGS)

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.

(ICE CLINKS IN GLASS)

JONATHAN: 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.

Would that be you and the Queen... Mr Pine?

Madam.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Simon, this is Jonathan Pine.

Could you give me a ring
as soon as you get this please?

It's urgent. Thank you.

Hey, you.
I have a friend in the Hatshepsut Suite.

She's not answering. Can you try the room?

- Certainly, sir.
- (DIALS NUMBER)

I'm afraid there is no answer, sir.

- Just give me the key.
- I can't do that, sir.

Just give me the damn key.
Do you know who I am?

- Yes, sir, I do.
- Then you know who my family are.

Open the room. Open the room.

- Which one?
- Sir, it is this one.

Open the room, go.

We go, open the room.

Sir.

Where is she? When did you last see her?

Last night. I can ask the day staff.

Shit!

(PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

Excuse me, sir?

(PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

Ah.

Mr Roper. Yes, sir.

I'm dealing with it. I have it all in hand.

Yes, sir.

The minute she appears, you call this number.

- You hear me?
- Yes, sir.

Sir, certainly, sir.

JONATHAN: It belongs to
an archaeologist friend of mine.

It's an hour outside the city.

He's gone back to London tonight.
It will be empty for two weeks

and I really think it's the safest option.

Come with me.

(SOFTLY) Please.

(SIGHS)

Youssef, tell no one we are here,
not even your family.

- OK.
- Thank you, brother.

No worries. Let me know if you
need anything else, OK?

- OK.
- All right.

It's not much, but...

It will do.

Why do you sit so far away?

Out of respect, I suppose.

Is that why you came all the way here?

To respect me?

You have many different voices, Mr Pine.

You say one thing and...

That person touches me.

And that person is called away
and somebody quite different takes his place.

We have a changing of the guard.

Are you like this with all your women?

(CHUCKLES) Hmm...

You're not...
You're not one of my women, Miss Sophie.

So why are you here?

(SOFTLY) I want one of your many selves...

to sleep with me tonight.

You can choose which one.

Sophie is the name you
gave yourself, isn't it?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yes. In Paris.

I wanted to be more western.

What's your real name?

Samira.

Samira.

ANGELA: What more do you want?
You sent me those papers.

There isn't another RM in the Foreign Office

sending me top-secret files
with private courier.

I sent them to you as information

as I do to everyone in Arms and Intelligence.

- I was transparent.
- Yeah, and while you're at it,

you set me up in a transparent
shoe box in Victoria

with no cash and no heating.

- Angela...
- Rex...

Richard Roper is selling arms

to the youngest Hamid brother
in the heart of Cairo

in the middle of what we hope
is the Arab Spring.

- Isn't that exactly what we are looking for?
- Keep your voice down.

The Permanent Secretary has a view,
which I share,

that if you are allowed to continue unchecked

in your usual headstrong fashion

against Richard Onslow Roper,

without so much as a nod to our friends
across the river...

Yeah, something might actually get done.
That's it, isn't it?

There is another point of view on all this.

- Which is what?
- That arming certain key players

whose mobile phone numbers
we happen to have in our address book

might be preferable to indulging
a whole new bunch

of religious lunatics
about whom we know nothing.

Oh, yeah. So instead of putting
handcuffs on him,

we give him a seat in the House of Lords.

The joint Intelligence Committee
will meet next week.

We'll have a full and frank discussion.

We will share our intelligence
like brothers and sisters.

And we will pursue,
not our hopes and dreams, alas,

but the art of the possible.

Now, I have to be at my club in 15 minutes.

I would invite you, but...

I'm obliged to observe club rules.

I urge you to do the same.

Can't believe you're still a member of a club
that won't allow women.

Have a lovely time.
Apparently, the food's shit.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Did you ever meet Richard Roper?

I saw him at a few parties. Why?

What's he like?

Very charming.

Why do you call him
"the worst man in the world"?

Because he sells destruction,
pain and death and...

He laughs.

(PHONE CHIMES)

What is it?

Urn...

I think you have to leave the country.

I have nowhere to go.

You could go to England.

Will you help me?

Of course I will.

- There you are.
- JONATHAN: Thanks for coming.

- Drink?
- Not here.

OK.

You know, Jonathan, they are...

They are very pleased with what you found.

Well, if they are so pleased,
how come they tipped off Richard Roper?

- What are you talking about?
- Someone in London tipped off Roper.

My source had her face smashed up
in a hotel room by Freddie Hamid.

Are you telling me your source
is Freddie Hamid's whore?

(SIGHS)

Where is she now?

She's somewhere safe.

OK. Well, wherever you've hidden her,
that's a temporary solution. Yes?

- Yes. Of course.
- So, what are you planning?

I'm planning to get her out of the country.

- Uh-huh, where to?
- Where do you think, Simon?

Jonathan, if you think the British government
is gonna give safe haven to Hamid's tart,

think again.

Excuse me?

The British government
have a responsibility...

The Hamid family have invested
over a billion dollars in Britain

in the last five years.

They're having hotels built in London,
Manchester.

They fund political parties,
they're at every top table you can name.

You think your girl is safe in London?

Freddie Hamid has more friends in London
than you and I put together, she has none.

She gave us vital intelligence
that can save lives.

This wasn't a business transaction.

This was a humanitarian act.
We have a duty of care.

I'm advising you, Jonathan...

You fly that girl out,

it is a confession of her guilt.

Freddie Hamid will know it was her.
So will Richard Roper.

And no one will lift a finger to stop them.

She needs to convince Hamid
she knows nothing.

That is her only chance.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

JONATHAN: Sophie, it's me.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, Jonathan.

I miss you so much.

Jonathan?

Yes. Um...

Look...

Yes?

London is not an option.

It's all gonna be fine.

You just have to give me some more time.
That's all.

There we have it. The changing of the guards.

No, no, no. Nothing has changed.
It's all still the same.

It's... I'll find a way.

I promise.

Thank you.

MY key, please.

Ms Alekan, if Mr Hamid...

just my key. Thank you.

And tell the concierge
to bring my dog to my room.

- ANGELA: What have you got?
- ROB: Not a lot.

ROB: Roper's careful who he talks to.
GCHQ have nothing but dross.

(SCOFFS) It's always the same.

His name is not on a single thing.

There's not a single register
at Companies House.

Not one email. Not even a text.

I bet his fingers don't have prints.

(PHONE RINGS)

Rob Singh, IEA.

I see. Would you want to
speak to her yourself?

Yeah, yeah.

I can tell her.

The JIC meeting has been cancelled.

Cancelled? What do you mean cancelled?

Apparently there are political reasons

why an inquiry into the Cairo papers

will not be productive at this time.

- Get Mayhew's office on the phone.
- That was Mayhew's office.

Roper.

- Who sent the Cairo papers?
- Station officer, name of...

- Ogilvey.
- Simon Ogilvey?

Yes.

He was my leg man in Kiev, 2004.
Get him on the phone.

(PHONE RINGS)

Nefertiti Hotel, Cairo.

ANGELA: Is that the night manager?

Yes. Who's speaking, please?

You have a guest in the Hatshepsut Suite.

She needs to leave the hotel immediately.

Call me when she is safe.

44-700-70-70-70.

- Who is this, please?
- My name is Angela Burr.

- I'm a friend.
- What do you mean, "a friend"?

Just get her out, Mr Pine.
Her life is at risk.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, God.

Sophie?

No!

(CRYING)

(SNIFFLES AND SIGHS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

She was a guest at the hotel.

I think she was connected to Freddie Hamid.

- Who?
- Freddie Hamid.

Freddie Hamid.

You must know him, the Hamids?

- I don't know him.
- How can you not know him?

They're one of the most famous
families in the city.

No. Was burglar.

- Crazy burglar.
- What are you talking about?

- Why would a burglar do that?
- What do you care?

Maybe you know her better than you say?

Maybe you kill her.

- Good evening, Herr Strippli.
- Mr Pine.

Good evening, Fräulein Vipp.

Guten abend, Herr Pine.

Herr Strippli, you should have gone by now.

A late booking came in.
I had to arrange their requirements.

Private jet landing in Dubendorf.

- I'm sending a helicopter to pick them up.
- Hmm.

You know of him?

He used to come every year,
but that was long before your time.

And this parcel came for them.

Please give it to them when they arrive.

Good night, Mr Pine.

Gute nacht.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

ROPER: Thank you!

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- ROPER: Very nicely clone, may I say.
- Thank you.

That was very elegant.

So pleasing to wake up the fucking Germans.

Welcome to Zermatt, sir.

I'm Dickie Roper.

My chaps have booked some rooms here.

Quite a lot of them, actually.

Very good to see you, Mr Roper.

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

I do hope your journey wasn't too ghastly.

So... Where's old Meister?

(WHISPERING) Freezing.

Tucked up in bed, is he, with an Ovaltine or...
German porn?

How are you getting on with those magazines,
Jed, darling?

Just fine, darling.

Herr Meister is
unavoidably tied up tonight, I'm afraid.

He asked me to show you the rooms.

But he does enormously look forward
to seeing you in the morning

when you are rested from the journey.

- You English, Pine?
- To the core, sir.

Wise man.

Corky, you proposing marriage to
that young lady?

Highly bloody unlikely.

Nearly there, chief.

I'm terribly sorry about that.
It's the new security, I'm afraid.

The Swiss police insist.
There seems to be nothing we can do.

Have you been here long?

Weren't here last time we came,
was he, Frisky?

No, he wasn't.

I've been here for two-and-a-half years, sir.

Before that?

I was in Italy, and before that, Tangier.

- All done.
- About bloody time.

Whatever happened to your signing hand?

- Wanker's colic, chief.
- Limp wrist, more like.

Your key, sir.

This is one of Herr
Meister's new innovations.

It's a little outré, I confess,

but our less sophisticated guests adore it.

Well, I adore it, and I'm
bloody sophisticated.

"Taiwan."

- Tabby.
- (KEYS JANGLE)

- How was the ride in, sir?
- Noisy.

It can be terribly bumpy up there
even on a clear night.

Heroic of you to venture aloft at all,
if you ask me.

And you, ma'am?
Are you feeling all right, ma'am?

JED: Fine, thank you.

JONATHAN:
You're made of sterner stuff than I am.

(CORKORAN SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Champagne, sir?
- Yes, thank you.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING FRENCH)

Gregory, listen to me.
All we need is delivery by Tuesday.

So, tell your friends by the Vltava

that they need to start driving
tomorrow morning.

This room is probably exactly as
you remember it, sir.

Although, the bathrooms have been
completely refurbished.

There is a new free-standing tub,

mini spa facilities, and a jacuzzi.

- I'm gonna take a bath, baby.
- All right.

Pretty, isn't she?

I went to New York to buy a painting.
Came back with her.

Liar. You said you were buying a horse.

It's a painting of a horse.

Sandy, you coming to bed?

This is Lady Langbourne,
best skier within 100 miles.

- I guarantee it.
- (SCOFFS)

- Once upon a time.
- Knees gone, poor old thing.

Completely worn out.

Good night, my beloved.

(PHONE CHIMING)

Soldier Boris says,
"OK, Monday lunchtime."

OK, Monday lunchtime?

Fix. Aren't we getting rid of these?

They were supposed to be here by 6:00.

Did anything come, Pine? Package for us?

Nothing that I've seen, sir.

I'll chase it for you.

Your friend Apostol says he can meet you
in town tomorrow night.

Too public. Make it here.

Play golf, do we, sweetheart?

- No, sir, I don't.
- Me neither.

Just the 19th hole.

Darling, some more shampoo, please?

She means the...

Take it in to her, will you, old boy?

- Certainly, sir.
- Only joking.

Although...

I think we might need
another couple of bottles of this stuff.

Of course, sir, absolutely. Right away.

And find out what happened
to that bloody parcel, will you?

Yes, sir. I'll have it sent up
as soon as it arrives.

(RETCHES)

Can I see tonight's late arrivals, please?

Yes.

- Just a second. Here they are.
- Thank you.

Could you do photocopies of these,
please, for me, Fräulein?

We're doing a marketing survey
of the Tower Suite guests.

- Yes, of course, Mr Pine.
- Thank you.

Ah, Alfred, could you deliver this
to Mr Roper?

Also, one more thing.

Please don't forget to empty the rubbish
from their bins right away.

- Mr Roper hates mess.
- Of course.

Thanks.

JONATHAN: Can I help you, madam?

Do you really stay awake all night?

Yes, madam.

It's my job.

Is the pool open?

Give me one moment, please.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

- Is the bar still open?
- Yes, of course, sir.

- Ah, perfect.
- Allow me to escort you.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Yes, hello, could I speak
to Angela Burr, please?

My name is Jonathan Pine.

(TALKING IN DISTINCTLY)

- Hi. How are you?
- Good evening.

- Good to see you.
- Me, too.

Are you well? Hi, I'm Jed.

- Nice to meet you.
- ROPER: Apo. How are you? You look well.

- APO: You, too.
- Thank you.

- APO: This is Mercedes.
- Hello, nice to meet you.

- She has never been to Zermatt before.
- Uh-huh.

And I said, "You have to come."

APO: The air, the beauty.
And what does she do?

Moans all the way,
the whole way up the mountain!

- (WHISTLES)
- MERCEDES: I hate the cold.

- JED: How's school?
- Fine.

I know what you're thinking.

Which is the daughter
and which is the mistress?

The young beauties will
be leaving us in a moment.

Make sure they are
well serviced in the lounge.

Trust that won't be too painful for you.

Ladies...

(INDISTINCTLY) Come.

ROPER: Apo?
APO: Yes.

I have received an offer. Combine harvesters.

Sometime in the next six months.

Looking for interested buyers.

(DOOR CLOSES)

ROPER: Glimpse of the infinite.

- Yes, it's reassuring.
- Up to a point.

- You work here all year?
- Indeed, sir.

I don't think I could do that.

Too bloody quiet for me.

Get used to it eventually.

Keeping away from the world, are we?
Got a girl?

- No, sir.
- All alone.

I suppose we all are in the end, aren't we?

You know, a lot of people would
have tossed that cigarette away

when a paying customer turned up.

Good for you.

We leave tomorrow, so until the next time...

- Adios!
- Good night, sir.

(SIGHS)

(ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

- Angela Burr?
- Yes.

- Jonathan Pine.
- Nice to meet you.

(WAITER SPEAKING GERMAN)

Danke.

Thank you for coming all this way.

- I appreciate it.
- Pleasure.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

These are for you.

Richard Roper was recently a guest
at the Meisters Hotel.

Do whatever you want with those.
I don't want to be involved.

Thank you.

So, why did you do it?

Why does Jonathan Pine, respected hotelier,

risk his career by snitching on his guests?

First in Cairo, and then here.

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

(SIGHS)

- Something stirred, I suppose.
- What stirred?

Listen. If there's a man selling
a private arsenal to an Egyptian crook,

and he is English, and you're English,

and those weapons can cause a lot of pain
to a lot of people...

Then you just do it.

Anyone would do it.

Plenty wouldn't.

You were a soldier yourself, of course.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- Yes, I was.
- Iraq. Two tours.

You know what those weapons
can do to a body.

I saw things in Iraq that didn't line up

with my idea of what it
means to be a soldier.

And then there's Sophie Alekan, your Sophie.

She wasn't my Sophie.

Mr Pine...

What happened to Sophie Alekan
makes us all involved.

What happened in Cairo

shames me to the bottom of my soul.

I know you can't forgive
the man who did that.

The question is,
what are you prepared to do about it?

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