My name is Pine. I'm the night manager.
Richard Roper is selling arms in the heart of Cairo
in the middle of the Arab Spring.
Why does Jonathan Pine, respected hotelier,
risk his career by snitching on his guests?
If there's a man selling a private arsenal, and those weapons
can cause a lot of pain to a lot of people, then you just do it.
Anyone would do it.
I want to put you inside his operation.
We will give you money, but you have to leave the boy here.
- We contact you! - Dad!
- Go! - He saved me.
- What's his name? - Thomas Quince.
He's bloody not.
You're Pine from Switzerland.
Thank you very much, sir, for rescuing me.
You're very welcome, Danny.
Welcome to the family.
Angela is closer than anyone's ever been to cracking Roper's offshore operation.
Company is called Tradepass.
You are my lead actor.
We make the deal. No one really knows what we're selling.
No one wants to know, because if they did,
they wouldn't sleep at night.
This is our little contribution.
Safe haven for the wretched of the earth. Justifies us being here.
Every soldier fights for money, Andrew.
These men are selling their skills. Same as anyone else.
Even traitors can be forgiven, but they have to commit.
Have to make a decision.
Jesus.
I want my money back, Mr Roper.
If you do not pay, there will be consequences.
- Why'd you do it, Jonathan? - You have to commit.
You have to make a decision.
Hey, wait. Wait a minute.
No, no.
No!
Thank you.
So shall we talk about tomorrow?
Yeah.
There'll be no official autopsy, no photos, no record of death.
We'll just identify the body.
Then they'll burn it. No one gets the ashes.
No one will know. Not even his family.
What about Danny?
No, not even Danny.
Richard Roper will remain a missing person.
And you, Jonathan Pine, you never came to this godforsaken place.
You all right?
- Yeah. I didn't sleep last night. - Just last night?
Don't worry. You'll sleep well after this.
No. Just one of you will perform the identification.
Who says?
I say.
Now listen here, I've had enough of this shifting bloody sands.
- Angela. It's all right. - It's not all right.
None of this is all right.
She'll do it.
We both waited so long for this.
You've waited longer.
Ready?
Yeah.
Can you confirm this is Richard Roper?
Yeah. It's him.
Sure?
Yeah.
Alex?
- Alex? - One second.
- Theresa. Hi. - Hi.
- Corky escaped again. - Aha!
I'm so sorry. Did he wake you?
Um, well, no, because it's 4:30 in the afternoon.
Of course it is. Of course it is. Sorry. Yeah.
You, sir, are a flirt.
What are you doing disturbing our neighbour?
- Come on. - You work at night, don't you?
- I do, yes. - Yeah. What do you do?
Are you like a vampire?
Um, I work in a bank.
So... So, yes. Basically, yeah, I am.
All right. Um, I'd love to have dinner soon,
if you dare to journey across the hall.
Um...
Yes. Maybe, uh, one day.
- Yeah. - Sorry again.
- All good. - Come on, you.
- Yeah. Bye. - Bye, bye.
Corky.
Getting me into trouble.
This is the MI6 quarterly evaluation
for Alex Goodwin, director of the Night Owls unit.
- Shall we begin? - Sure.
So, Alex, is there anything keeping you awake at night?
No. Uh, no.
- And how's your family? - Family's great. Yeah.
And romantically, any developments on that front?
Yeah. Actually, I've started going out with my neighbour.
Mm-hmm.
I see you've requested to stay with the Night Owls for another three years.
Yes. Yep.
- How do you feel about that? - I feel good.
Um, I love working for Rex Mayhew.
I love my team.
From a central ops point of view,
we've learned more from the Night Owl Surveillance Unit
led by Alex Goodwin than from a dozen agents in the field.
Nocturnal surveillance of the top hotels has proved pivotal
to our clean-up operation in the city of London.
The Night Owl's patience and diligence has allowed us, MI6,
to infiltrate hostile networks and avert terror threats across the city.
The Night Owls, that's a nocturnal surveillance unit?
- That's right. Yeah. - It's not exactly glamorous.
Does it need to be?
No, but...
Evening.
Visitor from the River.
Thanks, Graham.
It's quiet work.
It's not the most dramatic,
but who needs heroes?
- Hello, Alex. - Basil.
Just dropping off the new wish list. Usual rogues' gallery.
Don't know how you do it. Stuck here every night.
Sat in the dark watching the world through a screen.
I'm worried you'll go blind.
Well, as head of the River House Supervisory Council,
I am formally sanctioning a further three-year extension
for the Night Owl Unit under the leadership of Alex Goodwin
and the continued supervision of Rex Mayhew.
- Thank you very much. - Thank you, Mayra.
I've taken a look at your file.
Six years you've refused all promotions, all offers for posts abroad.
I love being at home.
Sorry to disappoint you.
You don't disappoint me, Alex.
If I'm honest, you frighten me.
Just a reminder.
Nothing above the parapet.
That face is too pretty to lose.
A lot of intelligence officers come through this room.
Some of them shout.
Some of them scream at me.
Some even throw things.
But the ones I really worry about turn up every three months.
They sit there and they smile.
Just like you.
They say nothing, like you.
And then one day...
they explode.
You need to talk to me, Alex.
Tell me who you really are.
I am the man who will not explode.
- Hi, Mike. - Hey.
When you're settled, do a trawl on all today's phone calls
through hotel switchboards.
Got the latest list of bad guys. Basil Karapetian delivered it personally.
He'd spy on his own mum, that man.
Sorry I'm late.
St Albans traffic is a disgrace.
- I'm judging you. - Leave that to my wife.
- How was your day, Alex? - Fine. Thank you, Waleed.
You manage some sleep?
A little.
Kadarov's moving again.
Mike, follow him.
For reference, he's number 12 on the list.
Links to Bulgarian Mafia with a bit of child trafficking on the side.
Where are you running to, Mr Kadarov?
I worked at the Mumbai Carlton in the '90s.
That sort of antic tended to mean a sexual assignation with the boy on reception.
Or he's just getting a paper.
- That's for the White Room. - Sally, party in the White Room tonight.
Copy that. En route.
Here we go.
Oh, a busy room for a school night.
Sally, are you there yet?
Just arriving. How do I look?
Impeccable.
Eyes only. Please.
I promise, no touching.
- Good evening, madam. - Hi.
Number 12. Your ten o'clock. Whiskey on the rocks.
Sally, don't win too much. You're not the show here.
Never am.
Mike, all angles. I want to see the whole room.
So, who else is on tonight's hit list?
Something wrong?
Mike. Zoom in on that man in the corner.
- Who is he? - Just do it now.
What you're looking at here is the real United Nations.
Americans, Russians, Ukrainians, Serbs, Croats, Angolans. One big happy family.
Jaco looks like a teddy bear.
But don't let him near your neck on a bad day.
- Alex. - Hello, Celia.
- Hi. - You're preposterously early.
I'm sorry. I was hoping to catch Rex before the party.
Well, you can't. He's talking to some girl. Working on his fucking birthday.
- Well... - She's far too attractive to boot.
- Will you do me a favour? - Yes.
- Will you grab this? - Sure.
And tell those handsome young men in chinos we need more glasses.
- Glasses? Yes. Okay. - And some plates. Thank you.
Oh. Sorry. That table can't go there.
Taxi's waiting.
I have to go.
Roxana, you hear anything more about this, you call me.
- Okay. Thank you, Rex. - And you tell no one about this. Clear?
Alex, where are those glasses?
I got your message. Show me what you've got.
Taken last night.
Old Roper field man.
What's he doing coming to London under a false name?
- Are you sure it's him? - Absolutely sure.
You talk to anyone else about this?
How could I? I'm Alex Goodwin now.
And you should stay that way.
Rex, I'd like to talk to Burr.
Absolutely not. Angela's retired, fully detached.
She barely leaves her French retreat
and won't want to be disturbed over some soldier for hire.
Who is the woman you met before the party?
- She was a friend. - What kind of friend?
The kind you never saw. My dear boy, listen to me.
If I'd had my way, you'd be on a beach in Bali now.
Your state pension in your pocket.
Yoga teacher in your bed.
You chose to stay.
I gave you one condition.
Jonathan Pine never existed.
Nobody in that garden has any idea who you are.
Alex Goodwin stands before me now, and it so happens I've grown rather fond of him.
- Well, he's fond of you, too. - Glad to hear it.
Roper is dead. The past is the past.
We've spent five years creating you anew.
Let's not ruin it for one chance sighting in Mayfair.
May I keep this?
Oh, I have, um,
a new number.
Best use this from now on.
Memorize and eat. You know the drill.
Alex.
- What on earth are you doing here? - Mayra, hello.
Don't you know it's bad luck to see an owl during the day?
Rex said that this owl needs a bit of vitamin D, so here I am.
Wise man.
You know, I'm so grateful to Rex.
He's made me feel welcome from the moment I took the reins at the River.
- He's a good man. - Yeah.
He recruited you, didn't he?
- Yes, he did. - Was it Nigeria?
That's right, Port Harcourt.
Private contractor?
IT mainly.
Um, we met. He was there. And, um, there was an opportunity.
- I put my hand up and... - Good.
Do you think he's all right?
Why do you ask?
I'm worried about him.
- He didn't mention anything to you? - No, no, no.
- Have a lovely time. - Thank you. You too.
- SPF! - Yes. Okay.
No less than 50.
♪ Happy birthday, dear Rex ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - You are in trouble.
Thank you. Yes, okay. Cheers. Thank you.
Okay. Thank you. Thank you for coming to this auspicious occasion.
After this, it's just a funeral, isn't it, Celia?
No, no. I am genuinely grateful to be able to celebrate my 60 years
surrounded by colleagues, people who have the same love of their country
and what that country stands for or should... Or should.
You know, a nation's security service
is the truest expression of itself.
You know, we are its soldiers and its priests,
and as such, we have a choice.
We can serve blindly, whatever the occasion,
or we can take a view.
"Know thyself."
So, uh, indulge an old trooper when he says the same to you now.
And now fuck off and get pissed.
Have fun!
No, Danny, the ball's in the middle.
You're not watching the cups, Danny.
Thomas is watching the cups, aren't you, Thomas?
Jaco looks like a teddy bear.
But don't let him near your neck on a bad day.
May I keep this?
If I'm honest, you frighten me.
Thomas is watching the cups, aren't you, Thomas?
There's your man.
His name is Jaco Brouwer.
42 years old, South African.
But he spent the last six years as a fixer for cartels in South America.
He arrived at Heathrow under a Dutch Antilles passport,
name of Michel Hebert.
And he's staying at a small hotel in Richmond, the Rogers.
So how did he end up playing poker in the Mortimer?
I don't know.
My hunch is he was told to keep out of the main London hotels,
but went off-piste.
Addiction issues.
- I want to know what he's doing in London. - How do you know him?
From a previous life.
- What previous life? - I can't say, Mike.
I'm not allowed to tell you. And I have no official authority to follow or trail him.
So up to you.
I've never been to Richmond.
Guys. Cancel your plans.
We're going fishing tomorrow.
It will be nice to see sunlight.
Thank you.
- Our gambler's on the move. - Stay on his tail, Graham.
Copy that.
Travelling east on the towpath.
Sally, take position on the bridge.
Here he is.
In position.
Yeah. We see you.
He's heading up towards the cafe.
Eyes on target.
- Waleed, move in. - Got it. On my way.
Looks like he's got a date.
Photos incoming.
There they are.
- Is that...? - You know him?
No.
- Audio coming in. - Okay.
The shipment arrives in Cartagena port in three days.
Once it's through customs, we're ready to press go.
And you'll make the Anniversary?
No problem. We're on schedule.
But my Chief wants the shipment list. Full spec.
Government stamped in a diplomatic briefcase.
I'll speak to my client, but they want to keep documentation minimal.
- For obvious reasons. - This isn't your average gun run.
Think of it as his insurance policy.
- He knows his mind, your Chief. - Come back here!
He learned from the best.
Mike, can you just clean that up?
On it.
I'll be in touch.
You lie low.
Go and feed the ducks.
And no going into London. There's too many eyes.
How are we doing?
Uh...
Got it.
He knows his mind, your Chief.
He learned from the best.
Calls himself Richard Roper's true disciple.
Nothing quite as pretty as napalm at night.
Mean anything to you?
No, no.
Calls himself Richard Roper's true disciple.
All right, Alex, I've got Jaco's coffee date.
Okay. Adam Holywell is a middle-man.
He connects dozens of UK companies with clients abroad, often in the shadows.
He calls himself the alternative Foreign Office.
The question is, who's he working for this time?
- Hamley Street, Holland Park. - Okay.
Just here on the left would be great. Thank you.
Sally.
Okay. We know who owns the house.
Who?
We do.
I'll call you back.
- Rex. - Alex.
I'm driving down tomorrow.
- We need to talk. - We do.
When you get here, park away from the house.
Use the side entrance. Library.
I have something to show you.
Celia.
Alex, something terrible has happened.
Celia. Whoa, whoa. Slow down.
- Slow down. Tell me what's happened. - Rex is dead.
He's dead.
Alex. Alex, something...
I don't know. Basil's here. And the police.
You've got to come. Please. I can't...
Alex Goodwin, with the River.
How did you hear?
Celia called me.
Asked me to come as soon as I could.
Hmm.
Mayra wants me to deal with the locals.
Keep the noise down.
It seems Rex had a stash of pills Celia knew nothing about.
Took them in the shed with a bottle of Macallan.
Classy bastard.
Do you have any idea why he would take his own life?
Was there something he wasn't telling us? Debts? An affair?
No. Rex is the most loyal man I know.
- To Celia more than anyone. - Then what?
I'll send full cavalry tomorrow to sweep the place.
Anything you can think of, call me.
Celia, what happened?
He was agitated. He... He said he'd found something.
Wanted to talk to you. It was about your man.
Um, and then I got a call from the vet's
saying that the dog's medicines were ready.
When I got back,
the shed door was open.
I just knew...
What did you get him involved with?
Memorize and eat. You know the drill.
We've spent five years creating you anew.
Let's not ruin it for one chance sighting in Mayfair.
He knows his mind, your Chief.
Calls himself Richard Roper's true disciple.
Rex, you said you'd call me at six. Where are you?
Rex?
Hello?
Okay, I've traced the number you sent me.
Show me.
It belongs to Roxana Bolaños.
She's Colombian, but works as a shipping broker out of Miami.
Haven't been able to link her to Jaco or Holywell yet.
All right. We need to talk to her now.
- I... - All right.
- What? - We're watchers, Alex.
Eyes and ears. We're not the show, remember?
What's going on?
Rex Mayhew was murdered.
And the River House are involved.
So I need to talk to Roxana Bolaños.
Sorry to interrupt.
There's a gentleman waiting for you at the front desk.
He says he needs to talk to you.
Sorry. Excuse me, guys.
I'm just gonna run to the restroom real quick. Sorry.
Thank you. Get me a dessert. Yes? Okay.
- Excuse me. Did you get a name? - No. Just this way.
Roxana Bolaños.
Yes.
I'm here on Rex Mayhew's behalf.
You were at his house the day of the birthday party.
Yes, and we need to talk.
Uh, so... where's Rex?
Get your things. Make your excuses. I'll tell you everything in the car.
In the car?
Excuse me. Sorry, I'm not going anywhere with you.
I need to talk to Rex.
This is ridiculous.
Trust me. Rex won't answer.
He's dead.
He left this phone for me.
You and I are the only two numbers on it. So we need to talk.
Your life could be in danger.
Get your things. I'll wait for you outside.
Room booked at the Bridcot Hotel, Queensway.
I've called in a favour from Tony to keep watch.
It's room 122.
- Checkout's at 11 a.m. tomorrow. - Thank you.
Come in.
Drink?
Sure.
Have a seat.
Okay, listen.
All I need is to ask you a few questions.
How do you know Rex?
How did you know him?
Start at the beginning.
Take your time.
I have a small trading outfit in Miami.
I met Rex at one of those, um,
city of London dinners, just...
schmoozing. And we've been in contact ever since.
Why were you there on the day of his birthday party?
Because I've been working on something.
- In Colombia? - Yes.
An import company in Cartagena is buying UK machine tools for oil pipelines.
I grew up there. My family's from there. They trusted me to broker the deal.
We used a London intermediary.
- Adam Holywell. - Name of the import company?
Barquero Commerce.
So what happened?
Some things started to feel wrong.
What do you mean?
Like I wasn't being told the whole story.
- About what was in the shipment? - Yes.
So I...
I took it to Rex.
He said that he would look into it, and that's why I was calling him.
- Who knows you've met him? - No one.
Ever heard of a man called Jaco Brouwer?
No. Why?
What about this man?
No. No, I don't think so.
Listen. Until we know what happened to Rex, you should stay here tonight.
I can't, I have a flight booked to Miami tomorrow.
- We'll deal with that. - No, I actually have to go.
This has everything you might need.
Tony will stay with you, and we will need your phone.
It's for your own safety. Okay?
I'll be back soon.
- How long are you going to be? - I promise you're in safe hands.
Wait. What's your name?
Bingo. That's our shipment.
The ship is called The Alcestis. It left Felixstowe a month ago,
and it docks in Cartagena, Colombia tomorrow.
We also found out who runs Barquero Commerce.
- I'm sending that to you now, Alex. - Okay.
His name is Teddy Dos Santos.
He lives in Medellín.
Now, I can't find nothing on him until 2018.
Whoever cleaned his background knows their stuff.
All I've got is a very sudden entry into legitimate
business in Colombia about six years ago.
The formation of Barquero Commerce and a charity foundation.
What charity foundation?
It's called the Aurora.
Based in Medellín.
At Aurora, we offer fresh hope
to the countless young people
who have been scarred by decades of violence in our country.
I come from that world.
My Safe Haven project for refugees is the true expression
of my belief in a commitment to the wider world,
because my good fortune means nothing
unless it also lifts up my fellow man.
My name is Eduardo Dos Santos, and Aurora needs you.
Sally, I need to know what Mayra Cavendish is really sending to Colombia.
When the ship docks, we need to stop the cargo from leaving Cartagena port.
Find a way.
Buy me some time.
And tell Graham to stay on Jaco Brouwer.
Okay.
And where are you, Alex?
Some of the stuff we've started to sell on. Five-year rule.
- Okay. - So we got attics, furniture,
arts, interior sculptures, documents.
- Through there? - Through there.
Richard Roper. Terrible man. Beautiful taste.
Let me know if you need anything. I'll be upstairs.
Thank you.
So you're a friend of the family, sir?
Yes. Um, well, I've been abroad for a few years.
No running!
I'm his unofficial godfather.
So I thought I'd pop in and say hello.
Well, apart from his mother, nobody else comes to see him,
so I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.
Good.
Mr Roper? Guest for you.
Hi, Danny.
Michael Oakes.
Remember me?
I'll leave you to it. I'll be outside if you need anything.
Look.
I'm sorry I didn't come before.
There were rules I had to obey for protection.
Mine or yours?
- Both. - So what's changed?
Because something tells me this isn't just pastoral care.
Okay.
I just need to know.
- Do you know this man? - Why?
Because I think your father knew him.
Why did he have this photograph?
- Who is he? - Never seen him.
Danny, please. Just look again.
- Just take one more look. - Sorry, sorry.
Michael. Is it?
Yeah. You're a fucking liar.
You destroyed my family.
You never once were honest with me.
So why should I give you anything?
Huh?
Okay.
I shouldn't have come.
Sorry.
See you in another ten years.
There's something I haven't told you.
About your father.
He was...
executed by his captors.
When?
Six years ago.
That's fucked.
Why wasn't I told?
I'm sorry you had to find out like this.
I'm sorry, Danny.
Excuse me, but when is your friend coming back?
He won't be long.
Look.
I've got people expecting me in Miami. I have to get back.
Please.
He's been gone since last night. Can I at least have my phone?
Look, I'm afraid I can't do that. Like I said, he's going to be back soon.
He's just been held up.
- I think I'm gonna be sick. - Can I get you anything?
I'm gonna be sick.
Jaco Brouwer just received a delivery to his hotel.
A diplomatic briefcase.
He's booked on a flight to Barcelona tomorrow at 8 a.m.
Okay. Tell the team we're going to Spain.
I'm on it.
I'll cover the entrance.
Graham says you've asked him to bring firearms.
We're Night Owls, not operatives.
It's just a precaution.
This previous life of yours you mentioned,
you want to tell me about it?
I was, uh, someone else once, but he had to go away.
Who was he?
I'll tell you when this is over.
I might just hold you to that.
- That's him. - Taxi!
Taxi!
Excuse me! Oh, shit.
No!
Bloody terminal. It's fine. Thank you.
Thanks. Taxi!
Let's go.
He's taking the N-2 north, heading towards Girona.
Copy that. We're on him.
Turning left into the Hotel Rusiñol.
- See if our guy has a room there. - Checking now.
See you in there.
Hi, something's going on outside.
- I think you should probably deal with it. - Of course.
All right. Thank you.
- Yep. - Jaco was booked into room 249.
Got it.
Thank you. Okay, thanks.
Master key, room 249.
Thank you. A pleasure meeting you again.
- Mr Valarón. - Beatriz.
- Glad to see you. - Likewise.
- All good? - Everything's in order.
- All good? - All good.
We have your usual room ready for you on the 4th floor.
- Jaco. - Teddy.
Dear friend. Come here. It's so nice to see you.
Tell me everything. How was London?
Good.
You look tired.
Did you stay out of trouble?
I did my best.
I know you always do the right thing.
So you have something for me?
Yes. Shipment list with a government stamp, as requested.
But they're insisting on no more contact until the Anniversary.
The British. Always at arm's length.
Let's go check the document in the room, then get some rest.
It's a long flight back to Colombia tomorrow.
Teddy Dos Santos is here and they're on their way up.
We got him.
Keep them in the room.
I want to talk to him.
You are in room 249, correct?
Yeah. Second floor.
You are a good man, Jaco.
Roper knew a soldier when he saw one.
Shh!
Show me.
Really?
Teddy. I had no idea.
I swear.
Let's go.
- I'm almost there. You still got him? - No, listen. We've lost him.
We've lost the signal. They must be onto us.
Clear the system and move Roxana.
Mike, delete everything off the system.
- What? - Delete everything off the system.
Do it now.
They're still not here.
Waleed, get out of there now!
Concierge.
Answer your phone, Tony.
Who is it?
No!
Graham, Graham!
No!
Waleed!
No, no, no!
Hey, Waleed! Waleed!
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm an old friend of Mr Valarón.
He has a room on the 4th floor. I'm meeting him there.
Could you please remind me of the number?
Who are you?
Hi, this is Alex Goodwin. Please leave a message.
The service believes you died in that hotel room explosion.
Whatever you've got in mind, you can't do this alone.
I think Teddy is smuggling arms into Colombia.
Calls himself Richard Roper's true disciple.
And I think British intelligence is helping him.
Teddy will need cash flow.
That's your chance to be a snake in their garden.
So, who am I?
You're a very wealthy man, and you've money to burn.
Matthew Ellis.
- You are new, right? - I just flew in.
- You are a risk taker. - In life as on the court.
Welcome to Colombia.
Roxy tells me that you are looking for investment opportunities.
There is only one condition.
You ask no questions of me and I ask no questions of you.
Everything is trust.
- What if you're playing me? - What if you're playing me?
You know the real problem with human beings?
Deception is in our DNA.
I have a bad record with people I get close to.
This is about civil war.
The British government is funding regime change, and we have to stop it.
Where's Jonathan Pine?
Someone's watching us.
You are not the one in control here.
- You lied to me. - I had no choice.
No!
You have no idea who I really am.
Something's not right.