All language subtitles for The.Night.Manager.S01E06

[permanent secretary]
Aside from the money wasted,

and the embarrassment
to our American friends,

the debacle at the Turkish-Syrian border

put us back five years in terms
of intelligence sourcing

with Syria and the Middle East.

I'm extending the meeting
so we can fully explore

why the operation went ahead
with such poor intelligence,

and what lessons can be learnt

to ensure this never happens again.

What led you to believe

that British arms were being exported

under the counter through Tradepass?

I was shown fake MOD end user
certificates

for seven different arms
companies, UK and US.

Do you mean these?

Yes.

Those are genuine MOD export certificates

for Bulgaria and Italy.

- That's not true.
- I have signed letters

from both Italian
and Bulgarian governments

confirming the sales.

This is a cover-up.

Angela, are you accusing me of lying?

[permanent secretary]
I spoke to Rex Mayhew

during his handover, before
he joined the Royal Commission.

He said that you persuaded someone

to leak information from the River House.

Someone you referred to as "the Boatman"?

[scoffs]

I've never heard of such a name.

[Dromgoole] Then how did you
get hold of those certificates?

They're classified documents.

An angel gave them to me.

With a halo.

You do understand the seriousness

of this enquiry, Ms Burr?

Let us now move on
to the arms swoop itself.

Based on what we now know
to be flawed intelligence,

you authorised,

through an American
Enforcement connection,

and behind the FCO's back,

a full US military raid on 20 aid trucks

crossing the Turkish-Syrian border.

Rex Mayhew authorised it. Not me.

[permanent secretary] On his last day.

And on your cast-iron guarantee
that the intelligence was solid.

Where did you get this intelligence?

[scoffs]

A source close to Tradepass
and Richard Roper.

Can you be more specific?

[Burr chuckles]

To do so would put lives at risk.

No, I can't do that.

This is a behind-closed-doors
enquiry, Ms Burr.

Names will be redacted from the records.

So... why can't you tell us?

You know why.

You all know why.

They pulled out this morning.

Order from the Ministry.

So it's just you and me again
then, is it?

Not even that, I'm afraid.

Two weeks and they close the office.

The International Enforcement
Agency is officially mothballed.

Go home, Angela.

Have your baby.

Be a teacher's wife.

You mean give up? What about Pine?

Pine gave you false intelligence.

- I don't believe that.
- Are you sure about that?

I got him involved in this.
I can't just leave him in there.

I don't see what choice you have.

Oh, didn't you hear?
You don't work here anymore.

- I just wanted to say thank you.
- [mobile ringing]

And if you ever needed help
in the future...

Well, don't hold your breath.
Angela Burr.

Who is this?

[Jonathan] Yes, is Sophie there, please?

- Sophie? No there isn't a...
- Well, when she comes,

could you tell her we're all here.

At the same hotel.

Tell her we're all here.

He's in Cairo.

[indistinct chatter]

Mr Roper, your courier has arrived.

I'll send him up.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

[door closes]

[keypad beeping]

[Muezzin calling]

[Roper] You ever been to Cairo before?

No, erm...

I've spent some time
in Morocco and Tunisia,

but this is my first time in Egypt.

Take advantage. See the sights
while we're off down the Nile.

Andrew isn't coming with us?

Absolutely not.

You and I are going to be very busy.

[softly] Why, Richard Roper,
I do declare...

[chuckles] Speaking of true love...

What's she doing here?

Thought you might want some
female company.

[Jonathan] Caroline.

Look who's back.

Caro, lovely to see you.

- Thank you.
- Morning, Sandy.

- Morning.
- Hi, darling.

Great to see you.

I just need a few minutes
with the young prince here,

so why don't you girls go lay
waste to the local bazaar?

Fine, baby.

Tabby, would you?

- [Caroline] See you later.
- [Jonathan] See you later.

- Coffee?
- Thank you.

You know what this reminds me of?

Winston Churchill and
TE Lawrence in a Cairo hotel

dividing up the Middle East
over champagne and a cigar.

[chuckling]

Drew a map on a napkin and shook hands.

Kings of Arabia.

I'm guessing that you're
Churchill in this scenario.

If you insist.

Damn shame about Corky, though.

I feel as if...

If I'd known, I could probably
have talked him round.

Could have explained that
even traitors can be forgiven.

Actually be pretty useful.

Keep tabs on the enemy.
Blow smoke in their face.

But they have to commit,
that's the thing.

Have to make a decision.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

You've already made
your decision, haven't you?

A long time ago.

Kings of Arabia.

Freddie Hamid, how are you?

- [Freddie] Hello, sir.
- [Roper] Good to see you.

May I introduce Andrew Birch,
our director.

Pleasure to meet you, Freddie.
Dickie's told me lots about you.

Welcome to Cairo.

- Thank you.
- It's going to be fun.

Oh, I can't wait.

Well. Shall we?

[chatter in Arabic]

[Roper] Mr Kouyami.

East is East and West is West.

And never the twain shall meet.

Good to see you, Mr Roper.

[Roper] After you.

So, spec list, not changed?

[Jonathan] It's all there, sir.

The consignment's being held
in a secure military zone

on the outskirts of the city.
Ready for collection.

And the payment structure?

As discussed.
Half now and half on exchange.

We'll meet again in 48 hours' time.

[Sandy] Then, if all parties
are satisfied,

I suggest we sanction
the first half of the payment

to be made to the Tradepass account.

Wait. We had report of an incident

involving US military
at the Syrian border.

I want your reassurance
that there's no risk attached

to this transaction.

Can you give me this assurance, Mr Roper?

We had a minor issue. Internal.

It's been investigated and addressed.

You have my word.

Let us proceed.

[beeps]

[beeps]

It's done.

[Sandy chuckling]

Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations.

[singing in Arabic]

[indistinct chatter]

[Jonathan] Who needs another drink?

Oh, not for me.

Smile at me. Laugh.

Tell me a joke then.

[both chuckling]

I can't do this any more, Jonathan.

I can't. I can't sleep with him
another night.

You have to.

Why can't we go away, now?

It isn't just about you and me.

- [chuckles] Funny, funny joke.
- [laughs]

A courier came last night.

Delivered papers about the shipment.

They're in the safe.

Do you know the combination?

I'll get it for you.

Be careful.

Excuse me, sir, could I have
a vodka martini, please?

[Muezzin calling]

[breathing deeply]

[clears throat]

You're up early.

We're going shopping.

You can't have too many rugs, apparently.

Right.

Look at you.

- Quite the Roper acolyte.
- [chuckles]

How things change.

- Yes, they do, don't they?
- Me?

I'm the prodigal wife brought
to heel, didn't you hear?

Brought to heel by what?

Roper made me an offer.

Let bygones be bygones
and return to the fold.

Very... Very decent of him.

That may be.

Or maybe he just wanted someone
to spy on his girlfriend.

Careful, Caro. Sun's hot out there.

Caro, is that true?

He said if I didn't agree,

I'd never see the children again.

I hate him.

[clears throat] Message from London.

[Jonathan chuckles]

I didn't expect you to come.

[Burr] Oh, ye of little faith.

[chuckling]

Actually, it was me
that took some persuading.

- I don't know who you are.
- Sorry. Joel Steadman.

- American Enforcement Agency.
- Pine.

I think you might playing both sides.

What are you talking about? What is this?

There was a leak.

The leak was at your end, not mine.

- I killed a man to patch it.
- Corkoran?

Jonathan, if you want out now,
I can get you out.

No. You don't want that, we're so close.

I don't have an organisation anymore.

I've got no recourse to troops,
no enforcement support.

Just a cowboy and a pregnant
woman, that's your army.

If things go wrong, I can't
guarantee I can get you out.

I was living half a life when you met me.

I've got nothing to lose.
But I will need your help.

OK.

What can we do?

[shouting in Arabic]

Yalla, one mixed salad.

Erm, I'm looking for someone
called Youssef.

That's me.

I hear you're a good man to speak to

about a recipe for, um, tourli.

- Tourli?
- Tourli.

- We can speak about that?
- You want to speak about tourli?

Yes.

- OK.
- OK.

OK.

Wait.

[both laugh] How are you?

Jonathan, you look great. Look at you.

Look at you, Mr Head Chef.
The hat and everything.

Are you serious? Look at your watch.

- How much is this?
- It's just a watch.

How are you?

What happened to you?
You just disappeared.

I know. I know.

And how is your Arabic, eh?

You remember everything I taught you?

It's a little rusty.
I am... I am practising.

Your brother, Akhmed. He's well?
Is he still active?

- What do you mean, still active?
- You know what I mean.

His people had their moment
and they screwed it up.

[breathes deeply]

I need to talk to him.

OK.

[Roper] How was shopping?
Get me some curly slippers?

No, I tried.

Apparently, Egyptian men
have tiny little feet.

Well, you know what they say?
Tiny feet, tiny shoes.

It's good to have Caro back,
though, she's fun.

Maybe she and Sandy should
come to Luxor, too.

Oh, no.

[French accent] That is for the lovers.

Baby, I got these new
silver earrings at the souk.

Could you put them in the safe?

I don't feel comfortable
leaving them out.

Not all Arabs are thieves, darling.

I didn't mean that.

- We always use the safe when...
- I'm joking.

They are all thieves. Give 'em here.

[safe whirring and beeping]

Anything unusual happen today?

- Oh, yes.
- What?

I've never been to Cairo, Sandy.

I've never been to Egypt.
It's all unusual.

You know what I mean.

Ah, Andrew.

- Feeling lucky?
- Very.

- Caro.
- Dickie.

Right. Well, let's go roll some dice.

[Roper claps]

Jed meet with anybody?

- Make a phone call?
- Nothing at all.

I don't know why he's so suspicious.

She's just a silly girl.

Except if she isn't just a silly girl,

that may be exactly
how she wants to appear.

- Did you think about that?
- No.

I don't have to think like that.
That's your world.

My world pays for your world.

Don't you forget it.

[Sandy] You can keep Luxor, Dickie.

This is a temple.

[Roper] You are
an inspiration to us all, Sandy.

[Sandy] I am.

[indistinct chatter]

You married?

Er, no.

- I am married.
- Right.

You want me to sort out a girl for you?

- Easily done.
- Oh, no, no, no.

[chuckles] Thank you. It's fine.

Thank you for the offer.

I feel like we have met before.

Is that possible?

Erm...

I don't think so. Er, it's unlikely.

[wheel spinning]

Je suis un gagneur!

I'm gonna play some roulette.
Anyone else?

- Sure.
- Good idea.

See which of us is the lucky one.

This one over here.

Madame.

[Jonathan] Yes.

[croupier speaking French]

- Good luck, darling.
- Thank you.

[croupier] Les jeux sont faits. Merci.

Thank you. No more bets.

[ball rattling]

- Drink, Freddie?
- Yes. Whisky.

[Jonathan] A fresh whisky, please, sir?

He's got it. 2-4-7-6.

Alright. Well, I'll go.

No. I'm a pregnant woman. Perfect cover.

Ange, that's not cover.
You area pregnant woman.

[sighs] Alright.

Well, if you're gonna go, take this.

Bloody hell!

Joel, I'm English: If there's
a problem, I'll call you.

Ange, I'm not letting you
walk out that door without it.

Thank you.

- You do know how to use that?
- Oh...

Right. Now. How do I look?

"You look great, Angela." OK.

Look, if there's a problem,
I'll call you.

- You look great.
- Oh, give over.

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[roulette wheel spinning]

[croupier] Merci. Rien ne va plus.

- There you are, Freddie.
- Ah.

How are you getting on?

[lift bell dings]

[whirrs and beeps]

[pants]

[door closes]

[TV turns on]

[TV turns off]

[breathing heavily]

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

[man] I'm in reception.

I have an international package
for Mr Richard Roper.

I need a signature for that.
I can't drop it in the lobby.

I need a signature. Thank you.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[closes]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[Jonathan] You should stop, Freddie.

Losing streak never ends until
you cut it.

I'll stop when I want.

Ah, I am in this.

Losing in Daddy's casino, Freddie.

That's got to be a metaphor
for something.

[clears throat]

Let me get you a glass of champagne?

Yes.

[chuckles] Everybody happy?

I never lose.

Up or down, Dickie?

Something's not right, Sandy.

She's trying too hard.

What did Caro say?

She hasn't seen anything.

He's watching me.

I can tell.

Just keep calm.

Could I have two glasses
of champagne, please?

Thank you.

[Freddie] I never lose. OK. No.

- I never lose. [laughs]
- [Jonathan] Freddie, stop.

- Whoa...
- [Freddie] You're having fun?

[Jonathan] It's time to go home.

- I don't want to go home.
- I think it's time to go home.

- I think so.
- No. We play over here.

Big day tomorrow.

Go to bed.

OK. It's alright.

[Jonathan chuckles] Alright.

He's just had a bit too much to drink.

- Don't you worry, he'll be fine.
- I like her.

- [Freddie] She can come with me.
- [Jonathan] This way.

[Freddie] We go. I drive.

I think Sandy should go instead, no?

Watch your step now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Alright, I think I'll drive, eh?

In you get.

There we go.

[car arriving]

[car door opening]

Easy. Easy, Freddie.

Whoa, whoa, Freddie.

- [Freddie chuckling]
- [Jonathan] Now.

- What do you say we sit down?
- Sit down.

- Sit down? Just here?
- Oh, we go here.

Aha.

[clears throat]

Where's your family, Freddie?

This isn't the family house.
This one is for business...

and pleasure.

No maid?

[sniffles] No, they come in the day.

[Jonathan] They come in the day.

Good.

What do you say to a drink, Freddie?

Yes.

- Whisky?
- Yes.

Splash of water OK?

[Freddie] Yes.

[sniffs]

- [clears throat]
- There you go.

[Jonathan exhales]

You know, Freddie,

there's something
I've been meaning to ask you.

- Hmm?
- It's been playing on my mind.

You had a girlfriend called Sophie Alekan

in the Nefertiti Hotel.

Do you remember her?

How do you know about her?

Do you remember her?

Did you kill her?

My God.

I know you.

The night manager.

Did you kill her?

Why do you care? She was a whore.

[groans]

- Did you kill her?
- Argh.

No.

I was there, but I didn't do it. I swear.

- Who did?
- One of Roper's men.

Roper said he couldn't trust her
to stay quiet.

Was Roper there? Was Roper there?

He wanted her to tell us
who had helped her.

But she wouldn't say.

She didn't say a word.

Should not have kept
her mouth closed. Whore!

[gasping]

[exhales]

Excuse me.

Andrew Birch. I believe you have
an envelope for me.

Yes, sir. From the lady in Room 2104.

[Jonathan] Thank you.

Could you arrange
a car for me tonight, please?

[speaking Arabic]

- Akhmed, salaam alaikum.
- Walaikum-assalam.

Let's go.

[lift bell dings]

[Roper] Go on ahead.

Go on.

But when I went down to
the foyer, there was no parcel.

Check the hotel lists.

Every guest. Get the names to me.

OK.

[guard speaking Arabic]

Andrew Birch.

Tradepass Limited.

I'd like to check the shipment
that's leaving tomorrow, please.

[van door opening]

[speaking Arabic]

Shukran.

[panting]

OK, now, guys. Go, quick.

Go, go, go!

OK. So you know what to do?

This is the number. You must memorise it.

And you press connect
and it will start the party.

- Thank you, Akhmed.
- Any time. My pleasure.

[speaking Arabic]

This is because of Miss Alekan, right?

Yes.

And no.

I'll see you, brother.

You take care, brother.

[knocking on door]

[unlocking door]

[man] Breakfast, madam.
Compliments of Mr Birch.

[softly] Thank you.

[softly] You're welcome.

[door closes]

[keypad beeping]

[beeps]

[breathes heavily]

[Roper] Oh, dear.

It's hard keeping track
of all those codes

and PIN numbers, isn't it?

Have you tried your birthday?

I just found this...

Oh, Jemima.

You let someone break in here
and steal from me.

The question is, who?

Please don't tell me it was Corky.

Because I might not believe you.

Morning, Frisky.

Would you mind stepping
in here for a moment?

Yes, this is Andrew Birch.

Of course, sir.

[jazz playing softly]

Come on, darling.

[water sloshing]

Be a good girl.

[Jed gagging]

No point in thinking he's going to stop.

Frisky never stops.

[water splashing, Jed gagging]

[Jed gasping]

[sobbing]

You know,

I never really thought you had it in you.

You know what I think?

I think you care deeply about
the person you're protecting.

I saw you look at him. In the casino.

How close you are.

- Dromgoole speaking.
- Did you get what I sent you?

You know what I think, Geoffrey?

When we open those crates tomorrow,

I don't think we're going
to find farm machinery inside.

Do you?

[scoffs] It doesn't look good
for you, Geoffrey.

What do you want?

Stay away from the Egyptian affairs.

If Roper tries to get
in contact, cut him off.

No safety net.
You don't even take his call.

What do I get?

You get to survive, Geoffrey. [chuckles]

Morning, Andrew.

My, you look spiffy.

Ready to go?

When you are, sir.

How was the casino?

Very successful night.

I am a winner.

I can't get hold of Freddie.
He should be here by now.

You put him to bed, didn't you?

Left him sleeping like a baby, sir.

[Roper] Never mind. His loss.

[officer] Hello, Mr Roper.
The trucks are loaded.

Everything is waiting for you.

Thank you.

Dickie, I've just been through

the hotel list of the medical delegation.

All names check except two:
they're in room 2104.

Alright. Call Frisky,
get him to clean it up.

Andrew!

Let me show you the hospitality area.

It's me. He's asked
for room service in 2104.

Yeah. OK. Understood.

Ah, well.

It seems that you and I
are going for a little walk.

When I tell you, you are going to get up.

We'll wash your face
and maybe get you dressed.

We are gonna be very quiet.

- Get up!
- [shudders]

I'll take your phone if you don't mind.

Sure.

Ah!

Search him for weapons, make
sure he's not wearing a wire.

It's a very rare thing, Jonathan Pine,

for me to trust a person,
but you were special.

I knew it the first moment I saw you.

Saved my son. Risked your life.

Should have known something was wrong.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Corky knew it, of course.

Tried to make me see.

Poor old Corks.

You killed him, I suppose.

To save your own skin.

Yes?

He was a good man, Corks.

Loyal man.

Now he's lying in a ditch

on a Turkish mountain because of you.

Well, for his sake and for mine,

I can promise you that your death

is going to be a hundred times worse.

Who are you working with?

[exhales]

No one.

Well, that's not true.

For starters,
I know you're working with Jed.

That's a mistake, by the way.

Not the sort of thing a man does.

You sick fuck.

[Roper] Ah, ah, ah...

We need that pretty face for the buyers.

We can make sure that nothing
else happens to her,

if you cooperate.

Did you kill Freddie?

You would have killed me, obviously.

[sighs]

I got you so wrong.

[cars approaching]

Now, listen. Jed is in a very bad way.

And I'm not feeling particularly
sentimental about her welfare.

Her life depends on the quality

of your performance
in the next half-hour.

So smile.

[Frisky humming]

- [rings]
- Joel? Where are you?

I'm outside the loading area.

[shutter clicks]

Oh, my God, Ange!

Pine's blown. So you're blown. Get out!

Can you see him? Is he alright?

Listen to me! Pine is blown!
Get the hell out of there!

[humming]

Room service.

[knock on door]

Room service.

[breathing heavily]

[Jed panting]

[mouths]

- [gunshot]
- [Frisky screams]

- Get out! Go on! Go!
- [Frisky] Argh! You bitch...

Go. Get out. Get out!

You bloody bitch!

[indistinct chatter]

[Roper] Mr Kouyami. Sorry to keep you.

- Are you well?
- How are you?

Good, thank you.

Today marks the beginning
of a new trade route, Mr Roper.

And the beginning
of a beautiful friendship,

to coin a phrase.

- Mr Birch.
- Mr Barghati.

- How are you?
- Very well, thank you.

As you can see, the trucks are
loaded with the spec as agreed.

The driver's ready to take them

to the destination of your choosing.

- Er, Jasper.
- Yes, sir?

- Get them rolling, will you?
- Yes, sir. Let's go!

Where is Mr Hamid?

I'm afraid Freddie was a little
bit of a bad boy last night.

I think he might be
paying the price this morning.

We can make a start without him
if you are content.

I suggest we process
the second half of the payment.

I am entirely content.

Good.

Mr Barghati, after you.

Beautiful day for it.

The best.

Please check.

Thank you.

Yes, good morning.
It's Sandy Langbourne here.

Tradepass. For authorisation.

Mr Birch will now
complete the transaction.

Won't you, Mr Birch?

Don't mess it up, Andrew.

Lot of people depending on that
beautiful little iris of yours.

Come on, Andrew. We haven't got all day.

[chuckling]

What's going on, Jasper?
Why have they stopped?

I don't know, sir.

[Roper] What?

Jesus.

I want my money back, Mr Roper.

Mr Roper.

You. Transfer my money right now.

Dickie.

Where's the first payment?

There should be $300 million
already in here.

Oh, you beauty.

[Kouyami] Did you hear me, Mr Roper?

I want my money. Now!

We better leave. We mustn't be seen.

I want the full amount returned to me.

Do you understand?

If you do not pay,
there will be consequences.

Don't you dare threaten me!

Who do you think did this?

Arab militia! Little brown rats
like the rest of you!

You'll get your money
when I'm good and ready!

Understand?

We better leave.

Yalla.

- Gentlemen.
- Let's go.

[Sandy] Let us reconvene in
the Nefertiti in one hour.

Our organisation is used to
dealing with problems like this.

We can deal with it.
Dickie, we need to go.

Pine!

Jed. You let Jed go, you get the money.

You'd buy that girl for $300 million?

[exhales]

Call the airfield.

Tell them to have the jet ready
in one hour.

Boss, maybe the back entrance?

Yes.

[Roper] They come to the room.
You transfer the money.

I let Jed go. Clear?

We've not been introduced.

My name's Angela Burr.

Dickie Roper.

Where's Jed, if you don't mind me asking?

She's downstairs, Jonathan.

All yours. Dickie.

This is pathetic.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm Angela...
- I know your name.

I mean, who are you really,
in the grand scheme of things?

Oh, in the grand scheme of things?

Don't know. I live in Bermondsey.

- [Galt] This is London...
- This is Dickie Roper.

Get me Halo.

There is no Halo at this number, sir.

Don't be a tit.

Geoffrey Dromgoole
gave me this number personally.

I'm afraid I'm unable to help you.

[hangs up phone]

[scoffs]

Aw. No joy?

Must be a peculiar feeling, is it?

All those VIP rooms, five-star hotels.

You're now on the wrong side
of the velvet rope.

Do you feel quite discombobulated?

I suppose you've been
preparing this for a while.

Practising in front
of the mirror, have we?

[Angela] Yeah.

Since the sports day in Kurdistan.

I always thought those kids
could do with more protection.

So that's what's happening now.

Me and Jonathan. We're protecting them.

Not the ones you've already killed,

obviously, but the next ones.

Protecting from what? From me?

I never killed anyone.

I never stole, never fiddled my taxes.

All I did was work for a company,

owned and operated
by your little Pinocchio.

I might get a 50 quid fine.

With a bit of luck, they'll
let me pay in instalments.

Yeah. You're probably right.

Government lawyers, useless, aren't they?

I was one once.

Right. So...

[door opens]

Mr Roper.

[Roper] The same.

Not a painting. How can I help you?

These gentlemen are here
to place you under arrest.

Really? For what?

Contravention of Egyptian import rules,

conspiracy to murder.

And... do these clowns have names?

Because I'm sure Mr Hamid Sr

would love to know what they are.

Mr Hamid is a very good chum of mine.

Chum?

By this time tomorrow,
I'm going to be back

in my humble croft in Majorca,
sipping a 30-year-old Scotch.

It's a possibility. I hope not.

By the way. Good luck with the baby.

It's a wonderful thing, to bring
a child into this world.

[grunting]

Why did you do it, Jonathan?

You have to commit.

You have to make a decision.

Couldn't just scratch my nose, could you?

See you in a few days.

[men clamouring]

[shouting in Arabic]

What the hell's going on here?

I've got no idea.

Hey, wait a minute!

[men shouting in Arabic]

Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Wait a second.

[van engine starts]

He deserves it.

No! No! No!

No!

No!

What time do you land?

Six a.m.

- Bright and early.
- [chuckles]

There be someone there to meet you?

[shakily] I think they'll all be there.

I keep thinking,
what if he doesn't recognise me?

A son always recognises his mother.

And if he doesn't, I'll tell him.

- [chuckles]
- Okay?

You can come visit soon, though.

I promise.

Be good.

You're a funny fish, Jonathan.

[chuckles]

- I know.
- Good.

Is there anything I can do for you, sir?

[chuckles] No, thank you.

Nothing at all.