The Tailor of Panama Page #3

Not wise, Harry. Not wise at all.

I can almost hear the creditors

banging on the door.

Who are you?

I'm Andy Osnard.

New boy at the British Embassy,

finding my way around town.

Strictly between us...

...I'm MI.6's man in Panama.

It's dark and lonely work,

like oral sex.

But someone has to do it, Harry.

I'm opening up a little network.

Keeping an eye on the canal.

So, what's that got to do with me?

What gives you

the right to come here...

...sandbag me with my past

after I've paid my debt to society?

Cool down. I'm bonus.

Okay.

What do you want?

Your memory.

Your "rock of eye."

Isn't that the expression? Things you

know and don't even know you know.

Highest prices paid.

Get out. Now.

Off.

Don't be a c*nt, Harry.

We're made for each other.

You have debts, I have money.

Where's your patriotism?

I had it out in prison,

without an anesthetic.

There's five grand there.

Say it's on account of the suits.

Call it "entertainment expenses,"

anything you like, really.

I want us to get on, Harry.

Go on.

Show me around, is all.

Do I have a choice?

Oh, don't put it like that.

It's a game. Let's have some fun, eh?

Hi.

No, nothing much.

Well, sure, if you feel you have to.

- Why not just bring him home?

- I think I'll take him to the club.

Not sure. He's an odd chap.

No, nothing's wrong.

Your voice sounds funny.

He called it a windsock?

Se? Or. Good evening, Mr. Pendel.

- Must have cost a lot to get in here.

- Had to be done.

Hey, Harry, what about my blazer?

Drop by on Tuesday, Luis.

It'll be ready to try on.

Blazers, they all want blazers.

You dress everyone here?

Just about, Andy.

So who are "they"?

Who gets to join?

Basically, 30 ruling families,

their lawyers and their bankers.

And their tailors, I take it.

When the Americans took out

Noriega, I said to myself:

"Harry, they got Ali Baba,

but they missed the 40 thieves."

Well, here they are.

So fill me in.

Nobody ever loses

their reputation in Panama.

They hang it in the closet

for a bit to get its shape back.

When they put it on again,

it's as good as new.

On the dance floor, Rafi Domingo.

Shipping and drugs.

I could f*** that very easily.

- Wouldn't be any pain at all.

- A lot have, Andy.

A lot wish they had, who haven't...

...and one or two have,

who wish they hadn't.

Who are those charmers just come in?

Government ministers

and the money boys who own them.

At the table, bunch of gentlemen

from the loyal opposition.

They come much cheaper, naturally.

Welcome to Panama.

A Casablanca without heroes.

You are pure gold, Harry.

Hey!

Harry!

Mickie.

Harry.

Mickie, I think you're

a touch refreshed!

Please, come and sit down.

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