All language subtitles for The.Night.Manager.S01E03

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Elena

♪ Happy birthday to you

My darling daughter,

the most beautiful
girl in the world!

A marvellous
necklace from Paris!

The most expensive necklace.

Enjoy the party!

What about austerity, Apo?

This is austerity.

You should have seen our
country five years ago.

- Tomorrow is business?
- Mm-hm.

By the way, my Arab
friend is concerned

you can't deliver the
material you promised.

I wouldn't worry,
Apo. It'll be fine.

I hope so.

Ah, Mr Barghati!
How good to see you.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Lord!

Oh, Lord, what's happening here?

¿Que pasa?

Jesus!

Roper, help me please.

Elena! Elena!

Elena! Elena! Elena!

She must have been
in so much pain.

She's caused a lot of
other people pain, too.

I'll have to reschedule
that meeting.

Still, the canapes were good.

Do you want to bring our
Arab chum 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?
- Okay.

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

That was a crass thing to say.

Okay. Let's go, dream boy.

Come on.

To the left.

Up the stairs.

So the silly sod
is insisting on 10%

and he's digging his heels in.

Let him enjoy that for a week
and then take it away from him.

Okay, that's fine.
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.

Alright, now scram.

Catch some mackerel for supper.
Take the dogs, will you?

Go on, Charlie, go on, you
foul-smelling creature.

- You'll call him?
- Yeah, I'll deal with it.

Don't waste energy trying to
sweet-talk him, let him sweat.

Alright.

Frisky, no more interruptions.
No one on the terrace.

What the hell is that noise?

Javier's blowing leaves.

Tell him to knock it
off. Cease and desist.

How's the face?

- It's fine.
- You'll be alright.

So, what do you want?

I'd like to go back to the
restaurant, if that's alright.

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.

Okay, 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'd you kill that
fellow in Devon?

It's all over the wire.

We had to call the
police. No choice.

Be here any minute.

You are a cool
cucumber, aren't you?

He cheated me.

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.

His references
aren't too clever.

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

he didn't bother to check them.

Did you fake them, Pine?

I needed the job.

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

Where did you get the passport?

I met a girl in Devon.

Didn't we all?

Pretty little thing.

And who's Quince?

Her ex.

He'd never been abroad.

He'd never had a passport.
So I took his name.

Taken a lot of
names, haven't you?

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 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.

- Had they eaten there before?
- Did they look like it?

- Ever sail a boat for them?
- Is this an interrogation?

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

- No.
- The mussels were marvellous.

So you weren't the lookout
guy and switch roles?

- No.
- Another of Corky's theories.

I haven't asked for anything.
I don't expect a reward.

I 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 are you and your little
friend so just leave it at that.

- "Little friend."
- I know.

Charmant.

- Where you going?
- I'm leaving.

What are you gonna
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?
- No good getting in a paddy.

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!

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
till he's fighting fit again.

Oh. That's great. Do you
want to come for a swim?

Go on. Corky can lend
you some Speedos.

I'd like to.

Corky, we should put him
in the fisherman's cottage

at the end of the estate.

While we work out
what to do with you.

- Alright, boss.
- What do I do until then?

You could keep Dans company.

He was supposed to have a
friend here for the holiday,

but the bugger stood him up.

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.

You saved my boy,
and I'm grateful.

But if you step out of line,

I will make you howl
for your mother.

What size feet have you got?

12.

Now, house rules.

No phones, no postcards
to Devon dumplings,

no messages in a bottle.

The chief values
privacy, as do we all.

All way down to the beach,
as far as you can go,

then it's on the right.

Alternatively, fill your
pockets with stones,

walk into the sea,
and keep going.

Anything?

No.

Bloody hell, I hate this bit.

Off every tree,
you may freely eat.

Maids, serving wenches,

cooks, typists, masseuses,

even the lady that comes
to clip the canary's claws.

But if you lay one hand
on that precious fruit,

then like the
Belgians in the Congo,

we'll chop it off.

And I don't mean the hand.

Señor Roper?

Morning.

I was wondering if I might
take Danny into town?

- What for?
- A change.

He likes you, doesn't he?

I hope so.

I like him.

Frisky and Tabby
will go with you.

Pine.

Thank you.

It's me.

They're on the move.

Do you always have this
much company, Danny?

Since the restaurant.

- That's a bit boring, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Whee!

It's okay. It's alright.

Danny.

Yeah?

What do you say to an ice cream?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Great. Actually...

why don't you ask
Frisky and Tabby

if they want an ice
cream as well, eh?

Okay.

Would you like an ice cream?

Really?

- Would you?
- No.

They don't want one.

- They don't want one?
- No.

They are very
strange, aren't they?

Yeah. Especially
on a day like this.

Who wouldn't want an ice cream?

What's your favourite
flavour, Danny?

Pistachio.

Dos pistachos, por favor.

Ahora mismo.

Danny?

- Yeah?
- Do you know who's, erm...

coming to the party on Sunday?

It's a select group, around 25.

Um, señor, por favor.Sorry.

I need to hear the complete
list of all your ice creams.

Gracias.Sorry.

That's alright.

I think Sandy and Caroline
will be there, won't they?

I don't know who's coming.

You see, I've got this
problem. It's Major Corkoran.

I don't think he
likes me very much.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

But he's trying to find out
everything he can about me.

All the way back to the time
of the ancient Egyptians.

Muchas gracias.

Right. Waiting's over.

We've got a spot of
work to do, thank God.

So how often do you come here?

Only in the summer.

Must be nice to see Dad, though?

Do you play tennis with him?

I have lessons with Luis.

Roper's not here much.

Well, I expect he
works hard, eh?

That's why he has
such a big house.

I bet you've counted the rooms.

23. There's three kitchens and
the big office by the pool.

And there's Roper's secret
study in his bedroom,

but no one's allowed in there.

Except you, special guest?

I'm not. He calls
it "the citadel."

And there's one key.
And he hides it.

Do you know what's inside?

He says it's full
of peppermints.

Well, I'd lock it up
too, if I were him.

Plus, there's an alarm. They
test it every day at 11.

You have to be really careful.

Why?

This is where I cut
my foot last year.

Roper made me stand in the
sea for about half an hour,

because of the salt.

Ever since his daughter
killed herself,

he comes here every day.

And that's not all.

Yesterday afternoon,
he calls the hotline

at the Madrid public
prosecutor's office,

says he has information

regarding a world-class
illegal arms deal.

Operator asks his
name, he hangs up.

Assumption: A priest's
advice only goes so far.

- Gracias, padre.
- Nada.

Mr Apostol.

Who are you?

I'm your guardian
angel, Mr Apostol.

I can't sleep.

Every night, I ask myself
the same question...

What I could have done?

Now you're having a child...

you can understand how I feel.

I can, Juan.

But when you called
the Madrid office...

you had blood on your hands.

And I'm here to wash it off.

How?

You know Richard Roper?

Yes.

He's a friend.

Juan, he's not a friend.

He dragged you down and he
dragged your daughter down, too.

If Roper wasn't in your life,

I think she'd be alive
today. I'm sorry.

God knows how you bear
it. I don't think I could.

Listen, I'm on the
side of the angels.

We're good people.

We play it straight and we
keep our promises, okay?

But I need your help.

- Do you know Lance Corkoran?
- Yes.

He's Dicky Roper's
right-hand man.

Right. Well, that's
what needs to change.

Are you pink?

Socialist, left wing, march of
history, that sort of thing?

Wouldn't bother me. It's
another of Corky's bugbears.

He seems to have a few.

Yeah.

Been in a lot of
foxholes, me and Corky.

Once spent a week together
in a police cell in Delhi.

Don't think I've ever laughed
so much in my whole life.

Was he drinking then?

Well, now, that is a
deeply odd thing to say.

What business is it of
yours how much he drinks?

When my father was
serving in Belfast...

a sergeant in his platoon
got drunk one night,

told a local girl what the
next day's operation was.

The man I loved most
in the world was dead

for five pints of lager and
the promise of a quickie.

Right. So you don't drink
and you're not pink.

What are you?

Me, I'm a free man.

Free to think, free to work...
free to climb a mountain

or lie in bed all day
eating peppermint creams,

without any bugger
telling me how.

Then I'm a free man.

That's the free part.
The man part's different.

Children grow up thinking
the adult world is ordered,

rational, fit for purpose.

It's crap.

Becoming a man is realising
that it's all rotten.

Realising how to celebrate that
rottenness, that's freedom.

Here we are.

Out we get.

Come on. Chop, chop. Let's go.

Mademoiselle.

Merci, monsieur.

Señor.

The bags, please.
Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.
Have a wonderful day.

Carol, you look divine, as ever.

Sandy, sort of acceptable.

Apo, my dear old friend.

I'm so terribly
sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

How are you? I
can't even imagine.

Mr. Barghati, thank
you so much for coming.

Please come inside.

Let's see if we can
feed and sustain you

before we get down to business.

And did you get the sweater?

Great.

Does it fit?

Okay. Bye.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

The guests are arriving and
the party's gonna start soon.

The story begins in Egypt,

four-and-a-half
thousand years ago.

The ancient Egyptians
invented this game.

It is literally the
oldest trick in the book.

Now, we start with a ball.

We have one, two, three cups.

We turn one cup like that,
one like that, one like that.

Alright, now, I'm
gonna take the ball,

and I'm gonna place
the ball in the cup.

Shake the cup,

turn it over.

Right, now, watch very closely.
You have to watch the cups.

I'm going to move these
two round like that,

this one round like that.

Everybody clear where
the ball is now?

Danny, where's the ball?
You think the ball's here?

No, Danny, the ball
is in the middle.

You're not watching
the cups, Danny.

Thomas is watching the
cups, aren't you, Thomas?

- You're a gym bunny.
- I am.

You're a cold gym bunny.

He can't stop his
mouth. In every way.

Corky can get a little
over-excited when he's drunk.

Yes, that is what Mr
Barghati is worried about.

According to my friends, he has
been shooting his mouth off,

talking about things
he should not.

Barghati doesn't
want him involved.

Condition of the deal.

Thanks for that, Apo.

Come. Come with me. It's
a funny thing to do.

If you want to piss...

Sorry to interrupt, but can I
borrow the old man for a second?

- Oh, of course.
- Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Bye.

I've just spoken
to Apo. He has...

There you go, Danny.

Thomas.

For God's sake.

Roper, Thomas and I are
gonna go for a little stroll.

Alright, darling.

Frisky, Major Corkoran is here
with some friends of Dorothy,

that I would like to have
escorted from the premises.

You and Tabby can make as
much noise as you like, right?

If you need to relieve yourself,

it's good to do it into
a suitable perspective.

It's better than a
urinal, isn't it?

God's urinal, I call it.

You're giving the boss
indigestion with your buddies.

Party's over. Leave
your drinks here.

Frisky, don't be too rough.

- Who are all these people?
- How should I know?

You're not curious?

Why should I be? It's business.

Which is what?

Buying and selling
agricultural equipment.

Caro says Sandy
tells her everything.

That'd drive me insane.

You shouldn't have seen me
like that today, in my bedroom.

I'm sorry. The door was open,
I thought you were dressed.

That's not what I meant.

I don't care who sees me naked.

I do care who sees me crying.

You tell no one you saw
that, is that clear?

Of course.

I'm going swimming.

Wanna come?

Er... I don't think
that would be wise.

There's no current.

That's not quite what I meant.

I know it wasn't.

There she goes.

Beyond the ha-ha!

One day, Thomas,
you'll live a little.

Er... come.

Rex, do you have a minute?

The Permanent Secretary
would love to see you.

Erm... yes.

Was that a yes or a no?

Rex, come in.

You know Geoffrey Dromgoole,
and his team from the River.

Barbara Vandon, from
the American Embassy.

Rex Mayhew, my undersecretary.

- Good to see you, Rex.
- Barbara, how are you?

- Rex, it's this Limpet thing.
- Limpet?

The Joel Steadman
enforcement operation,

with Angela Burr on side-saddle.

Yes, I know what Limpet is.
It's an enforcement case,

nothing to do with
Langley, or River House.

It's what Barbara feels
we ought to be discussing.

Langley has been completely
rail-roaded on this.

Currently, we have a joint
operation on foreign soil

between two extremely
fringe outfits.

They're chasing
international arms

in an area of the
world that is...

way beyond their comprehension.

It's crazy.

I have to say I agree.

Limpet is operating in a
highly incendiary region.

I would hate to see
that run out of control.

In my view, it should be placed

under a purely
Intelligence jurisdiction,

acting on a political brief.

But it's not my decision.

No, it's not.

I'm sure I don't need to
remind you or your team

that my recommendation,

accepted by the
Permanent Secretary,

was that River House
was overextended,

and that enforcement
agencies were urgently needed

to prosecute any areas of
international criminal activity

that were, for whatever reason,

slipping through the
Intelligence net.

In that context, I find
the actions of River House

somewhat inimical to the new era

of parliamentary accountability
and transparency.

Does that answer your question?

- We'll leave it there for today.
- Thank you.

Have you got a moment?

Not much more than that.
Celia's cooking rabbit.

That's all it will take.

Good job in there.

Pressed all the right buttons:
accountability, transparency.

I don't like being
bullied. Never have.

See, I'm not sure that Limpet
is quite the abject failure

that Angela Burr
would have us believe.

Really?

So, the day that the
Limpet case is ours,

you get an uncle in Switzerland

who has suffered
an untimely death.

A rich uncle.

I'm going to pretend
I didn't hear that.

You're in over your head, Rex.

- Don't tell me...
- Don't answer now.

Think about it.

Enjoy the rabbit.

- Morning.
- Hi.

You're not swimming?

Not in the mood.

I like you, Thomas.

You see everything
and say nothing.

My husband is
screwing our nanny.

What a cliché.

Jed said I should have
hired an uglier girl.

But the agency
only had stunners.

Could you do my back?

Don't worry. I don't
want to sleep with you.

Why's he keeping you here?

I don't know.

Grooming you, is he?

For what?

You just be careful.

Roper's planning a big arms
deal to Apo's Lebanese friend.

Weapons from seven British
and American companies.

Weapons no one
should be trading in.

Roper's using a company called
Tradepass to fence the deal.

He pretends it trades in
agricultural equipment.

His investors pretend
to believe him.

You can stop rubbing now.

Why are you telling me this?

I just want to be honest
with someone in this world.

Does Jed know?

No. Of course not.

Sandy screws everyone
and tells me everything.

Roper is steadfastly faithful
and tells Jed nothing.

Do you think I should tell her?

Maybe.

If it's worry for
your boy, forget it.

He knew what he
was getting into.

Did he?

So, you and Mr Burr...
are making a go of it?

Like my mum says, you make
your bed, you die in it.

No, Gordon's a decent man.

It's not his fault I'm
not in love with him.

Listen.

Oh, Joel, let's not have
that conversation. Please.

Well, you can't deny the past.

- The past is all it is.
- It doesn't have to be.

Joel...

you silly sod.

Hi, Corky.

Hey, Danny.

Thomas, have you seen my phone?

I haven't. Sorry.

Dad'll be cross.

Everyone's cross.

And Jed's not talking to Dad.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I tell you what, why
don't I come downstairs,

read a bedtime story, and look
for your phone in the morning?

- Okay. Yeah.
- Yeah?

What shall we read?

Don't know. Which
one's your favourite?

The Three Little Pigs.

I can give you

the Thomas version,
The Two Little Pigs.

What's that?

Punch that out. Punch that out.

What is it?

It's your boy.

Seven tractor firms. Seven
armament manufacturers.

Home sale with best
friend - that's UK and US.

Buyer in Beirut via Worst Man.

Worst Man's Roper.
Roper's the middle man.

What's Tradepass?

Not sure. Must be a
front organisation.

What I do know is Roper's
pressed the green light.

Hey, guys?

Okay, so just put
the cases by the taxi

and then you can jump in.

Good girl. Pop in. Jump in.

Okay, put your
seatbelts on, guys.

Okay. Okay.

Here we go.

Get in the taxi,
you bloody whore!

- Caroline.
- You bitch!

For Christ's sake, she's
going, she's going.

- Caro...
- Bitch!

- Whore!
- Caroline!

Just shut up! Just shut
up, Sandy, you shit!

Do you like the show?

Do you like the show, Dicky?

Dicky Roper!

See you later, guys.

- Jed, darling...
- Don't even...

Where is everybody?

Monaco. Two days of meetings.
Things are ramping up.

And you're not, er...
you're not going too?

Not me, no.

The girl was supposed to
go, but she's blown him out.

I'm staying with her.
We're going riding instead.

Didn't she invite you? Oh, dear.

Very good. Well,
have a nice time.

I'll just be a minute.

What are you doing in here?

I brought you some flowers.

Why didn't you give
them to the maids?

- I have to change.
- Close the door.

You can't be in here.

This is our bedroom.

What is that?

I found it on the desktop.

You broke into his office
and you spied on his papers.

You have to be more careful.

Darling, angel, sweetcheeks,

everyone's starving.

- He can't see you.
- Get rid of him.

Are you decent?

- What's going on?
- Nothing. I'm coming.

How was your trip?

Noisy. I hitched
a ride on a C130.

- Oh, fun.
- How was yours?

Fine, thank you. Not sure
why we had to make it.

Is there a reason we're
doing this in person?

Well, Halo is not too keen
on intermediaries just now.

And yet he sent you?

There's an Enforcement
Operation called Limpet.

We have to keep our eyes on it.

Halo says you need
to be careful.

I am always careful.
How far have they got?

They've drawn a line between
Langbourne and Apostol.

- Jesus.
- How did they manage that?

Photograph of a meeting.

They after buyers or sellers?

We don't know. We assume both.

You can assure Halo that we
have taken every precaution.

We have received
intelligence of our own.

We are changing the guard.

Good.

How was your meeting?

It was fine.

- What's the point?
- Don't be so bloody childish.

Look, Caro was upset.

She wanted to get back at Sandy,

so she started spreading manure.

- That's it. End of story.
- It's just a story?

Jesus, Jed, what the hell
is the matter with you?

Tell me why I
should believe you.

Why shouldn't you believe me?

- When have I ever lied to you?
- You don't lie to me.

You're much too clever
for that. You just hide.

What do I hide?

The truth, Roper.

What about the things
you hide from me?

I don't hide anything from you.

You have a child,
Jed! You have a son.

Let's start with him. Or
don't you think he counts?

- How do you know that?
- We're not talking how.

We're talking why. Why
would you hide that from me?

That was not in the brochure.

Screw your brochure,
Roper. You don't own me.

No one is entitled to
know things about me

that I don't want them to know.

Oh, but you're entitled
to spy on my life?

I can read a bloody
bank statement.

I'm paying money to raise
another man's kid, I know that.

Now anyone listening to this
phone call knows it too.

Apart from that,
how was your day?

On your feet, soldier.

Where the hell did he get that?

- Halo?
- Yeah.

- They're back?
- Apparently so.

Chief wants to see you.

Not you. Him.

Present for you. On the table.

Thank you.

Told them to put visas in
it, make it look scruffy.

Never trust a new passport.
Always go with the old 'uns.

Like third-world taxi drivers,

there's a reason
they've survived.

Andrew Birch.

We liked the tree thing,
thought we'd stick with that.

It's all official.
You are reborn.

Visas are real. If
you want to renew,

do it at a consulate
abroad, less risky.

What's up?

I thought that was
my, er... present.

Well, it can be, if you
do something for me.

Right.

Sandy, papers.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to need a witness.

Preferably Spanish, so they
can't read the bloody thing.

I'll get Carlos.

- Is he 18?
- Yeah.

What is this?
What am I signing?

Jesus, Pine, for a
murderer on the run,

you're pretty bloody picky.

I am giving you
your own company.

Er... look, I
don't know anything

about running a company.

Don't have to.

All you have to do is
sign as Andrew Birch.

Why don't you practise a few
signatures, get the feel of it?

Andrew Birch.

B-I-R-C for Charlie,
H for Hotel.

Go on. A manly one.
Go for a manly one.

Andrew Birch in a hurry.
Argh! Andrew Birch. One more.

That's more like it.

Carlos, ven aqui.

Necesito que firmes esto.

There and there, and
another one there.

Carlos, you right at the bottom.

Good lad.

Welcome to the family, Andrew.