Tango One Page #5

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What? Yeah, I was married once.

You get used to that kind of verbal abuse.

It's nothing. What is it?

Okay. I thought you'd like to see this.

HATHAWAY:
Donovan's house.

Well, well.

- I wonder what he'll make of this.

- PARKER:
He already knows.

The daughter called him.

I've sent you the taped conversation.

Well, I do believe the cock

will be coming home to roost.

Alert airport security, for what it's worth,

- and head up a team to cover the house.

- Sir.

- When was this?

- About an hour ago.

Right, have them tracked.

Get me some high-quality images from that.

Sir.

AGENT:
Any sign?

(BEEPING)

Come on, Donovan. Where are you?

HATHAWAY:
(ON EARPIECE) Anything?

PARKER:
Not a peep, sir.

- That's suspicious. Have a walk around.

- Sir.

I think I hear something.

We have to be certain Donovan is inside.

Approaching the house.

Living room clear.

Someone's inside the kitchen.

(KICKS DOOR OPEN)

- Oh!

- (KEYS JINGLING)

(YELPING)

Wait. There's something.

What does it mean?

It's a broken compass.

It means misdirection.

The f***er knew we were watching.

He was probably there an hour before us.

Is it ever too early for champagne?

Your boss, he doesn't mind?

(SIGHS)

While the cat's away, the mice will play.

Speaking of p*ssy...

What? I paid for you for the whole day.

I didn't know I'd be working all day.

Well, what can I tell you, Elektra?

You're so damn horny to look at.

(UNZIPS FLY)

Ohh!

(CARLOS CLEARS THROAT)

- Carlos.

- What?

(GROANS AND COUGHS)

(SPITS)

I checked my account this morning, Doyle.

Nothing there.

There was a problem.

- Mr Donovan's sorting it out. (COUGHS)

- (CHUCKLING)

And now, why is his problem

all of a sudden my problem?

Shh.

Where is he?

In London, I told you, sorting it out.

You'll get your f***ing money.

You bet your ass I will.

But I have to send a message

now that Donovan has failed me.

(GROANING)

It's the downside of being

somebody else's henchman, Doyle.

It's not all champagne and hooker blow jobs.

No offence.

(PANTING) Carlos. Mr Rodriguez, please.

- Mmm-hmm?

- What do you want from me?

How can I get in touch with him?

He's off-radar.

The moment anyone

knows he's back in the UK,

he'll be back on the most wanted list.

Oh, yes, yes.

He did say something about this,

uh, Tango One status, right?

He wouldn't have told you that.

(LAUGHS)

And yet, somehow I know. Weird, huh?

- (BONE CRACKING)

- (GROANING)

So, how could you get in touch with him,

say, if you were in a desperate situation,

like this one?

It's impossible.

- (BONE CRACKING)

- (GROANING)

Come on, Doyle.

- You can do better than that.

- (SOBBING)

I've got a number.

A number.

Now we're talking.

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