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Name is Jonathan Pine.

You'll have support teams.

Identify them and deal with them.

Yes, it's me.

I have guests.

I'll leave you my findings.

Thank you for your hard work.

Game over.

What about the guarantees I asked for? I
can't give you any of those.

You played me.

I wire Matthew Ellis $15 million to be a
free man.

Tomorrow morning, you'll agree to hand
yourself in if you don't.

I will destroy you. I know Roper's your
father.

Did Roper tell you about his other son?

Did you tell him?

There's a coup being planned in your
country, Consuelo, and you're going to

me stop it. It's an electromagnetic
weapon. Tomorrow the weapon will be

by parachute.

It'll fly to Cabrera's camp. You have to
stop it from getting there.

Your English friend has been listening
in on the house, which means he's inside

the operation.

I want Jonathan Pine.

We can't touch the cow. Can we run the
cow over?

Ah, here he is.

Sit down, have a pastry.

I'm not hungry.

So, what's going on?

All is going to plan.

I want you to go to the Cabreras and
tell them. Deliveries tonight, bang on

schedule. You leave in an hour. Take one
with you.

Okay. And you?

I will follow in due course. I have a
small matter that requires my attention.

I'll call the Cabreras to let them know.

Hi.

How are you doing?

Okay.

I called Consuelo and she told me
there's an abandoned firing range about

miles east of the city called San Marco.
We can land the plane there.

Rumpelstiltskin, prompt as ever.

So, what do you say to my offer?

Well, actually, I was more curious to
know what you felt about mine.

Fifty million.

Join the party before it's too late.

No deal.

But I'll be seeing you.

Soon, I hope.

The sooner the better.

I miss that smile.

Got it? Yep.

I'll be seeing you.

Soon, I hope. The sooner the better.

I miss that smile.

Okay. Sally, reopen the connection with
London. Tell Babel we're diverting the

plane. Then pick up Consuelo. I want a
reception committee on the ground.

Colombian and international.

I want it.

Call you when it gets ready.

I've borrowed this. In any normal
country, two hours.

In Colombia, four.

Roxana. Are you there? Can you hear me?
Yes. They found us. I got out. I'm on a

bus headed towards Soanita.

Help me. I need your help, man. What do
you mean? Where's Tyler? I don't know. I

don't know. He ran.

I've got to go. I'll call you back.
Roxana.

What happened?

We need to make a detour.

Oye, Juan, ¿de qué hablaban, Gilberto,
esto en la mañana, tan secretamente? ¿Se

podrá saber?

No, solo estábamos atando cabos, cabos
sueltos.

When you get off the bus, walk into the
parking lot. You'll be able to see her.

This operation is mine, Juan.

I invented it.

And I deserve to know what the fuck is
going on. That's why you're telling me,

right?

Our princess from Miami has returned to
the game.

That's all you need to know.

Go on. And Gilberto trusts that bitch,
really.

Well, yes. And tell yourself that you
should also be grateful to her. Why,

What do you mean, why?

Your little English dad controls you
with a single finger.

Dali.

Should I get her?

No. Okay.

Okay, I'm delayed picking up Roxana.

Matthew, where are you?

Hello?

I'm in the blue car to the left, about
30 yards from here.

He's in the blue Opel Astra at the end
of the park.

Let's get unmuted.

Go.

¿Todo bien, Juan?

¿Qué pasó?

Matthew Ellis escapó.

Y yo creo que alguien le avisó. ¿Y
quién, Juan?

¿Cuánto tiempo llegan los Cabrera?

¿Cómo vas a ver?

¿Pero vienen, sí o qué? Por supuesto que
sí, Juan.

Eduardo, ¿de verdad llamaste a los
Cabrera?

No lo puedo creer.

Muéstrame tu teléfono. Por supuesto que
no. Tu teléfono. Que no.

¿Qué haces?

Pues como que me toca llamar a mí, ¿no?
Venga, Juan, no es necesario.

No confíes en mí, de verdad.

Toma.

Tómalo.

Malparido.

Levántate.

Una mierda, Juan.

Malparido yo.

¿Eh? Tú sabías el plan de Roper, ¿no?

Tranquilo.

Photos and coordinates from Gene.

You take the car.

I'll find my own way.

Thank you.

You've been kind to me, Martin.

You didn't have to be.

You've been kind to our people.

So anything I can do?

Just find Tava, okay?

Okay. And let me know where you are.

We have to postpone.

Nothing is being postponed. I have a
deadline, and I intend to meet it.

It's too risky. Until you find him, I'm
pulling the operation.

What did you say?

You heard.

Myra, darling, I wonder if you know how
to cook a frog.

If you chuck him into boiling water, the
little bugger just jumps right back out

again. But if you ease him in at room
temperature and gradually crank up the

heat... He doesn't notice a thing until
his brain is gently boiling in its own

juice. You're the frog in this analogy
because you hadn't figured that out.

You're going to regret speaking to me
like that.

Is that a threat, Myra?

You pondering a spot of treachery? Well,
then remember this. You ordered the

killing of Rex Mayhew in his Surrey
home.

If I go down, I'll happily take you with
me.

Where are they?

What is going to happen to him if all
this works?

You know what?

I was there, in the office that night in
Cartagena.

I saw you, when you were alone, hurting
yourself.

You shouldn't have seen this.

You don't have to be that person, Teddy.

You can disappear into those hills, back
to your sister.

Be Eduardo Vidal again.

No one will ever know. You can be free.

But not with him alive.

When did you fall in love with him?

Was it in London?

First encounter?

Or was it when he pulled his Lazarus act
here in Colombia?

You fell into his arms and in his arms
you stayed. I didn't tip him off. Well,

then how did he know?

Who told him?

Is there a plan?

Is he coming here on his white charger?

Is that the lure?

See, Frisky and I have some experience
in this area. If we want someone to

their secrets, we tend to find a way. I
didn't tip.

Enough! Off!

I warned you. I made it perfectly clear.
Don't touch me! Let me make something

clear. You're right about Matthew Ellis.
He is so easy to fall in love with, but

I chose not to.

Maybe I was wise to his true intentions,
or maybe I'm just not capable of love.

But either way, I...

Didn't lose my heart to him. And if
someone did, it wasn't me.

Take it back to the house.

Oh,

you beauty.

Out. Out.

¿Quién es?

Está gonorrea.

Se hace llamar Matthew Ellis.

El hijo de puta nos engañó. Nos dijo que
era un inversionista.

Hace dos días lo puso en un avión para
París.

Lo que no entiendo, José, es cómo mierda
estaba ayer desayunando con Roper.

Dice que lo siguieran.

El imbécil manejó hasta acá y se alquiló
una habitación de hotel aquí cerca.

En el camino el señor Carrascal lo
intentó llamar.

Me sacó un arma.

¿Y? Por eso Juan ya no está con
nosotros.

Ready, Carlo?

Let's go!

This is Jane.

It's happening. You need to come now.

I'm at the rear

exit, Orange Kia, now.

I'll tie my hands down.

Who are you?

What's your name?

It's Matthew Ellis.

Sorry? Matthew Ellis.

What's your name?

It's Matthew Ellis.

Not according to this, Mr. Birch.

Liar. You're supposed to be in Paris,
Matthew.

With your ex -wife and your beautiful
little daughter.

What were you doing yesterday?

Having lunch with this man's reservation
under Andrew Birch.

Who is he?

Answer! Who is he?

Just an old friend.

Name's Charles Merriman.

I promise you, sir.

Wrong answer.

One last chance.

Who is he?

His name is Richard Onslow Roper.

And why did you meet him?

Just business.

Ah, business. When you came here, you
called him from the hotel phone.

Didn't you?

Escuchen esto.

Listen to this.

And I will be on British soil.

Not a mosquito or Colombian in sight.

And Jose Cabrera?

No regrets?

Jose Cabrera is a cowboy.

He's not fit for civilized company.

I'll be seeing you.

Soon, I hope. Sooner the better. I made
that smile.

All right.

Okay.

I work for British intelligence.

How do you know a robber?

Egypt. Nine years ago.

I infiltrated an operation of it.

I recruited him under the count. I've
been working there ever since.

What are you doing here?

If I tell you, I want guarantees.

I'll walk away with this gun and fly
back to London.

Huh?

Talk.

You've been running weapons deal for the
last two years.

Six shipments.

It's just a poor rebel army.

There's a military plane coming here
tonight.

You think it's going to airdrop the last
shipment, an electrical weapon, to

ignite your war?

There will be no weapon.

What the fuck do you mean?

It's a trap.

It's Roper's idea.

The plane will parachute into 50 combat
paratroopers.

What will they do?

They'll kill every single one of you.

No one knows about this place, right?

Call

your

team.

Tell them to bring cameras and we're
going to make this a show.

Come on, Basil, don't let me down.

Well, okay.

Yeah.

All good.

Yeah, I just go back, and I am
absolutely knackered.

Being taken to a flat they've got for
me, some bloody warehouse conversion,

sodding pathos -y.

I could come over and help you settle
in.

I would love that, but not tonight, my
love. I am getting up at the crackhouse

as far as tomorrow to go up to
Oxfordshire, and...

Helping out an old friend.

Well, how about I come over tomorrow
instead?

Darling, I'll call you back. Excuse me,
where the hell is this?

The address I was given.

Your head office gave me.

Well, clearly head office has balled up.

Hold on.

I'll just go and find out.

Evening, Your Lordship.

Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to call
Myra Cavendish about where you've got

an army out there.

What do you want?

Well, first I've got something to show
you, and then you and I can have a chat.

Fine.

Victor, get the jeep ready. Five
minutes.

Yes, sir.

Juan Miguel, would you be kind enough to
book me a car to Bogota Airport

tomorrow morning at 11 a .m.? Yes, sir.

That's it.

My mother was a woman of great economy.

My father's auction house was
struggling, as it often was in times of

She could change our lifestyle
overnight.

Out went the champagne and came with
cheap stuff from Italy.

She once persuaded the local picker, who
never drank champagne in his life, poor

chap, that a glass of Bulma's cider was
actually Dom Perignon.

Start washing the sheets once a month.

At boarding school, I got sandwiches
instead of the roast beef.

I pride myself on being an adaptable
man.

When circumstances demand, I shed a skin
and pick up a new one.

No regrets.

No nostalgia for the past.

Nothing is so precious that it can't be
sacrificed.

Nothing and no one.

My father was sentimental.

But you're not. No.

No, his death cured me of that.

I'm shedding a skin now.

Back to you.

What did I do?

Victor, let's go.

What

have

you got yourself involved with, Sandy?

Resume change on foreign soil?

British diplomat being murdered in his
own back garden?

What's the parole board going to say?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

Oh, how was the Columbia trip?

Flying visit, I hear. Was it seeing the
old man?

Yeah, I already know about the coup.

I know there are arms being smuggled. I
know there's British money involved.

But what I still haven't got is hard
evidence connecting Richard Roper with

Cavendish and the Columbian clocked.

But you get me that.

And you can walk away squeaky clean. You
might even get to see your kids again.

But you fail me on this, I will put you
away for the rest of your fertile

fucking life.

Stop taking the bullet for Richard
Roper, Sandy, because I tell you this

free, he will never take one for you.

Night -night.

Okay.

Professor, he's weak.

Let me see.

You went too far.

It was necessary.

Hey, listen to me, okay?

Deceiving Jose is one thing.

Lying to Rupert is another.

When you're with him you have to make
him believe that you still love him.

He's the man in the black car, the
father you've always adored.

You show him nothing less than the
devotion he deserves.

Like a dog.

Have faith.

Goodbye Matthew.

Have faith.

Okay?

Robert must not be hurt that he knows.

When the plane calls, give the pilot the
coordinates in the mail.

Where do we send the plane?

To an abandoned military base. San
Marcos. It's nearby.

I've already used it to return from
Perico to Mexico.

To be safe.

Here are the coordinates.

This is where you have to send it.

Welcome,

Richard.

Well, I hope so.

This has been a long time coming.

Worth the wait, I hope.

I hope so, too.

And there is the young master.

Planes in the air.

Everything go according to plan here?

Everything went perfectly.

Where's the car's gone?

Gone to the drop zone.

To make sure it's ready.

Bollocks.

He's doing coke in the bushes somewhere.

Probably. Let's go.

Here's your army.

Ready for action.

Hey.

How old are you?

Thirteen. Thirteen.

Kings of America.

That's your third.

Kings of America.

Libertad.

Come on, Richard, have a seat.

Well, thank you, Jose.

Peter, watch something.

It'll be very nice, yes, thank you.

Look at that. Bang on time.

Why don't you do the honors, Jose?

This is Stout Cortez.

Over.

How's that? How's that, eh?

Howie?

The plane's turning east.

He's heading our way.

Okay.

All I ever wanted was to please you.

And you do.

We're here now. That's what matters.

This thing's a dupe.

Well, why not?

No sky like a jungle sky.

Let's go.

Hope you've come along.

I do have insurance policies in place.

Where did you get that photograph?

Oh, I've been busy, madam.

Do you want to see what else I've got?

The case for the prosecution.

I've got emails for you to Adam
Holywell.

I've got texts to Miami, Medellin.

I've got phone records.

Arms lists and a handwritten note from
your luxurious London address connecting

you to Roper's dirty plot.

All I need now is the shipment itself.

And that's on its way, isn't it?

There's a plane in the Columbia night
sky right now with a shiny British

for Roper's rebel army.

But Jonathan Pine's sending it to me.

And when it arrives, there's going to be
an international scandal.

Your operation will be exposed.

Your investors will be publicly shamed.
And Richard Roper will be no more.

As for you, you ordered the execution of
Rex Mayhew, one of the gentlest men to

ever grace this earth.

But my choice, you'd be home -drawn and
courted on West... It's a British world,

you see.

But the service wouldn't survive that.

So, tomorrow morning, I want you out.

Resignation letter on the desk. You can
pull it off.

And it's low.

I despise your kind, you know that. It's
mutual.

I've nothing to apologize for.

I serve my country.

I do the job asked of me. And I would
happily do it again. Seriously, where

fuck is Carus go?

On the hill.

He will be the first one to see the
plane. Now you do the honors, Richard.

Like the welcome fires.

Richard Roper.

It's not a job you do.

It's a choice you make. You get into bed
with Roper, you get into bed with

weapons of death, poisoned gas, the
murder of children who barely breathe

air. You have condemned yourself to the
lowest circle of hell and I will pay

fucking pleasure in hearing you scream.

I don't want to hear this. It'll be
good.

This is London.

This is Consuelo Arbenz.

Head of the Colombian Supreme Court.

I have a visual of the plane.

And we're ready to document the arrival
of your British weapon.

The plane's late.

Maybe there's a headwind.

There's no wind.

He should be here.

Maybe it won't come at all.

What do you mean by that?

Jose, if that's a joke, your timing is
fucking awful.

I wish it was.

What are you just saying?

What Englishman?

Frank Andrew Bird.

Victoria.

They were watching us at the restaurant.

They followed me here.

They know everything.

Those planes are not on location. You
are making a very big mistake.

I don't know what this man has told you,
but he is a British intelligence agent.

I know who he is.

No, you don't. I'm telling you, this is
a trap.

I know. You don't know anything.

I know that if I allowed that plane to
drop its cargo, I'd be a dead man.

But you wouldn't care, would you?

I'm just another Colombian mosquito.

Get up, Dickie.

Time's over.

Shut the fuck up.

All right, Jose.

I'll give you that one. You're not to
blame.

But I want you to listen to me very
carefully.

That plane's cargo contains exactly what
I promised. A state -of -the -art

British electromagnetic pulse weapon.
Took off from a military airfield this

afternoon on its way here.

Teddy, tell them.

Teddy, tell them!

What?

And you want me to say that you lied to
me about everything?

That you've been using me?

That you always plan to go back to
England to your only son,

Danny?

The one that you love so much?

Let me tell you something, Dad.

You will never see that kid ever again.

You die tonight under my Colombian sky,
and I will bury you

myself.

You are very good.

Well, come on then, Teddy.

Let's not disappoint Mr. Birch. He's
come a long way for this.

Show him what you're made of. Show him
the blood you come from.

If it were done when it is done, then it
were well it were done quickly.

Tell me what. Why don't I count you
down?

One thousand.

Teddy, come on!

Nine hundred and... I do believe

that's mine.

Don't move. Don't move.

Don't move.

Trust me, Jose.

This is a call you want me to take.

Evening, Frisky.

You're fucking late.

Sorry, Chief.

Bring her in, will you?

is an aeroplane.

There are no

soldiers,

Jose. What are they doing here?

See,

there are two sides to every story.

Just as there are sometimes two
aeroplanes with two very different

Watch this. Cups, Jonathan.

Why don't you go and open your present,
Jose?

You'll never doubt me again.

As I promised.

Guess I'll see you around.

I'll visit you in France one day.

You're a real big game hunter, aren't
you, Jonathan?

First my American sweetheart in
Mallorca, now my very own son.

Always the prize trophy, just like
you're hell -bent on plunging a stake

fucking heart.

You demand love by tyranny, Richard.

It'll only get you so far.

Well, we'll see how far it gets me.

As for you, Eduardo... When you were a
baby,

you had the face of an angel.

I forgive your immortal soul.

But not your mortal one.

Just so you know, Jonathan, my outfit
was real.

We could have done so much together.

Richard, leave that piece of shit to me.

Find

him!

They're all up there. I can't lose them.

Hold on!

Nothing is so precious that it can't be
sacrificed.

Nothing and no one.

I'm shedding a skin now, next to you.

Hello, Danny.

Hi.

Mr. Old Man.

Christ, look at you.

What are they feeding you?

Ready? Where are we going?

Thought I'd bust you out of jail for the
weekend.

Give you a tour of the new place at
Oxfordshire.

Did Andy show you the pictures?

Yeah.

It looks cool.

There's a tennis court at the back.

Well, I shall warn you, I've been
practising.

Sleep well.

Oh, Danny, there's something I wanted to
ask you.

How would you feel about us getting some
dogs?

Sounds good.

In Colombia, the death toll has risen to
600 overnight as civil war rages

following Monday's sudden power cut.

As thousands flee Medellin in panic, the
army...

Now you masters of war.

You that build all of a gun.

Go behind the scenes with the executive
producer of The Night Manager.

Radical with Amal Rajan is on BBC Sound.

Different castles, same mind games. Let
the treachery begin for The Traitor's

Island on BBC iPlayer.

You that hide behind walls.

You that hide behind walls.