THE INK FACTORY:
Developed in association with BBC/AMC
I/E ZERMATT. PINE’S APARTMENT. EVENING. 1
Looking out the window of a small monk’s cell of a Swiss
mountain-top apartment building: the snow is falling thick
Inside the apartment, in the snow-filled silence of early
evening, a MAN, whose face we do not see, is meticulously
clipping his fingernails, one by one. First the left hand,
then the right.
He is wet-shaving, oiling his skin for a smooth finish.
Now he is dressing in a crisp, perfectly ironed white shirt.
The collar is starched and firm.
A dark tie is perfectly tied.
A single breasted dark dinner suit is taken from the hanger
in the closet where another identical suit sits in place.
The buttons of the single breasted suit are polished.
The suit is put on. Shirt tucked in.
The tie placed.
A pair of navy blue socks is placed on to a pair of pale
A pair of fine black patent-leather shoes are carefully
placed in a small plastic bag for transportation.
A pair of lightweight walking shoes are taken from the drying
rack by the door. And put on over the navy blue socks.
They look incongruous below the dinner suit.
A winter anorak is taken from the hook by the door.
The door is opened. The snow is falling.
I/E. ZERMATT. TRAIN. EVENING. 1a
The sun is just disappearing behind the solitary peak of the
Matterhorn as THE MAN takes the little train down the
We do not see his face.
EXT. ZERMATT. HILLSIDE STREAM. MEISTERS HOTEL. EVENING. 2
The lone figure, distant amidst the Alpine winter landscape,
makes the walk from the station to the glinting evening
lights of a high-class Swiss hotel that overlooks the luxury
resort of Zermatt.
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INT. ZERMATT. MEISTERS HOTEL. LOBBY. EVENING. 3
From the comfort of the concierge’s office, FRAULEIN VIPP,
60, Austrian, seriously old-school receptionist, looks up to
see a figure walk out from the staff changing-rooms.
It is our MAN. He is now wearing the black leather shoes.
The hair is oiled, short. Everything is in its place.
The face that we see now for the first time is composed.
Thirty three years old. A secret to all men. And to himself.
Guten abend, Fraulein Vipp.
Guten abend, Herr Pine.
JONATHAN PINE smiles.
INT. MEISTERS HOTEL. NIGHT 3a
As PINE goes about his nightly duties:
He locks a door with a hefty set of keys.
He sets the NIGHT ALARM.
He heaves a crate of beer down into the cellar.
He paces a corridor, trying a door handle here, a window
He surveys the contents of the HOTEL SAFE - jots a note on a
clipboard, closes the safe and spins the tumbler.
INT. ZERMATT. MEISTERS HOTEL. LOBBY. NIGHT. 4
The clock Swiss-ly chimes eleven.
It’s dark outside now and JONATHAN PINE sits in the office
behind reception typing on the hotel computer.
A voice, female, interrupts his reverie.
Aren’t you going you to say good
He looks up. She is 18, pretty, dressed in strangely formal
clothes, one of the moneyed French. SYBILLE. Dines out on
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Bonsoir mademoiselle. Ou est votre
She’s asleep in our room. I sneaked
She sounds the second syllable - sneaked. And eyes PINE, with
Well, I think it would probably be
best if you sneaked back in.
She ignores him.
What do you do every night? Just
sit here. Nothing happens. No one
comes. I’d kill myself.