The Night Manager Page #5

SOPHIE:

The documents are confidential.

PINE:

Mr Ahmadi is perfectly dependable.

SOPHIE:

I would prefer to use your office.

She stares at him. And slides across the documents. There are

quite a few, maybe twenty pages. She stares at him, firm

desperation. He nods and they walk together to his office,

past waiting tourists, journalists on the phone.

TOURIST:

Excuse me!

PINE:

I won’t be a moment sir, I’m just

helping this lady contact her

family in Paris.

She glances at him. How well he lies.

12 INT. CAIRO. NEFERTITI HOTEL. PINE’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 12

They enter the office, shut the door. She watches as he handfeeds

the papers into the machine.

And as he does he reads.

Letters. From Ironlast Limited, Ore and Precious Metals

Company of Nicosia, Cyprus. To Hamid Interarab Hotel and

Trading Companies of Cairo. Invitations to drinks and dinner.

11th February 2011. Kind regards. Assurances of sale.

Assurances of personal regard.

Then a stock list. Available as of Jan 17th 2011.

A list of arms. Tanks. Missiles. Guidance systems. Chemicals.

Guns and ammunition. Automatic weapons. Full specs. Names of

manufacturers.

Then a phrase at the end: “Available for immediate use”.

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PINE’s steady hand continues to hand-feed the documents.

SOPHIE:

You have an envelope?

PINE:

Yes.

SOPHIE:

Seal it and put it in your safe.

And Mr Pine, if an accident was to

happen to me, as accidents do

happen, more and more these days,

you should feel free to take it to

Mr Ogilvey.

She stares at him. He nods, writes his name on the envelope,

places them in his safe.

SOPHIE (CONT’D)

Have you always been the night

manager?

PINE:

It’s my profession yes.

SOPHIE:

You chose it?

PINE:

I think it chose me.

SOPHIE:

It’s a shame. You’d look fine by

daylight.

She walks out across the hall.

PINE looks to the office TV to see more and more satellite

footage of the demonstrations in Tahrir Square.

13 INT. CAIRO. NEFERTITI HOTEL. STAIRS/KITCHENS. NIGHT. 13

JONATHAN PINE walks down to the kitchens that sit in the

basement of the hotel.

Steam and grease. Heat. Sweating bodies, pans frying and

bubbling.

PINE walks through the huge kitchens, filled with EGYPTIAN

CHEFS, SOUS-CHEFS and WAITRESSES. There are WOMEN, MEN, some

kids, it’s brimming with the Cairo real life that sits

beneath the hotel. He approaches a young man, 25 years old,

administrator of the hotel kitchens.

PINE:

Youssuf. New guest lists.

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He hands him print outs.

YOUSSUF:

Shookran, khawaaja. Kayfa halak?

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