The Night Manager Page #3

MAITRE D:

How did you get here?

PINE:

I walked.

MAITRE D:

Through that? Are you completely

mad?

He shows PINE the TV which is on an international channel and

shows the revolution in full surge. Wounded being rushed to

hospital. Rage on the streets.

PINE stares at it all with a strange affection. He shrugs.

PINE:

It’s a beautiful evening.

TNM Ep1 PRE-SHOOTING SCRIPT 15-3-15 7.

9 INT. CAIRO. NERFERTITI HOTEL. FOYER. EVENING. 9

PINE is on the phone organising taxis to airports whilst

dealing with several anxious guests. All this consummately

achieved. The HALL still packed with people arguing, trying

to get to safety. Still the pace is frenetic. The heat

searing.

PINE:

The British government has

chartered a plane which will arrive

in three days. (to AMERICAN WOMAN)

Excuse me madam I’m just dealing

with this lady.

AMERICAN WOMAN:

You have to get us out now! Do you

hear?

PINE:

The hotel is the safest place for

you to be madam...

AMERICAN WOMAN:

If you won’t get me a taxi to the

airport, I’ll get one on the

street.

PINE:

I really wouldn’t advise that.

She’s about to defy him. Then PINE senses something, grabs

her. She turns.

AMERICAN WOMAN:

Get your hands off me.

At which point an explosion rings out close - in the streets

outside. Panic in the hall. The AMERICAN WOMAN grabs PINE’s

hand in pure terror.

PINE:

Maybe madam would like to wait in

the bar? The cocktails are

complimentary.

She obeys, scuttling off. PINE moves fast, talking calmly to

the BELL BOYS.

PINE (CONT’D)

Get them away from the windows.

He walks fast to a phone. The ex-soldier clicking in.

PINE (DOWN THE PHONE) (CONT’D)

Yes this is the Nefertiti hotel in

the Corniche.

(MORE)

TNM Ep1 PRE-SHOOTING SCRIPT 15-3-15 8.

PINE (DOWN THE PHONE) (CONT’D)

We have tear gas grenades going off

in the street fifty yards west of

here, and I have several guests

extremely keen to leave.

Then he turns and sees her. A WOMAN, Arab, forty, shades,

elegantly dressed. Walking towards the lifts. Where

everything else is fast, fractured, she is cool and slow, a

Pekinese dog in a small bag in her arms. MAITRE D leans over.

Whispers.

MAITRE D:

Look who’s here. (in arabic)

Shlokeh. (The whore.)

PINE stares at her unflappable beauty.

10 I/E. CAIRO. NEFERTITI HOTEL. FOYER. NIGHT. 10

It’s night. The HALL is full of empty luggage. A few waiting

tourists, tense and exhausted. PINE is helping some tourists

into an evening taxi to the airport, SECURITY everywhere.

PINE approaches a BARMAN.

PINE:

Louis, anyone comes in for a drink,

don’t let them stand at the bar.

Tell them to take a seat. And when

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