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My name's Pine. I'm the night manager.

Richard Roper is selling arms in the
heart of Cairo

in the middle of the Arab Spring.

GUNFIRE

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.

EXPLOSION

I want to put you inside his operation.

I will give you money but you have
to leave the boy here!

We'll contact you.

LOUD SCREAM

Go!

He saved me.

- What's his name?
- Thomas Quince.

No, 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 Burr is closer than anyone's
ever been

to cracking Richard Roper's offshore
operation.

The company is called Tradepass.

You are my lead actor.

You 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.

A 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.

EXPLOSIONS

Even traitors can be forgiven.

But they have to commit.

They have to make a decision.

Jesus!

PHONE BEEPS, EXPLOSION

I want my money back, Mr Roper.

If you do not pay, there will be
consequences.

Why did you do it, Jonathan?

You have to commit.
You have to make a decision.

Hey, wait! Wait a minute!

No! No!

No!

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS

Shukran.

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.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I didn't sleep last night.

Just last night?

Don't worry, you'll sleep well after
this.

SOLDIER SHOUTS ORDERS

No. Just one of you will perform
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've both waited so long for this.

You've waited longer.

Yalla.

Yalla!

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Can you confirm this is Richard Roper?

Yeah, it's him.

Sure?

Yeah.

RADIO: Good afternoon.
I hope you're doing OK.

It's Colin and Claire and it's London
Central...

HE GROANS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Alex?

- Alex?
- One second.

Theresa. Hi.

Hi.
THERESA CHUCKLES

- Corky escaped again.
- Aha! I'm so sorry.

Did he wake you?

Well, no, because it's
4:30pm 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, eh?

- You work at night, don't you?
- I do, yes.

Yeah. What do you do? Are you, like,
a vampire or something?

HE LAUGHS

I work in a bank, so...

- So...
- So, yes, basically, yeah, I am.

All right. I'd love to have dinner soon,

if you dare to journey across the hall.

Erm...

Yes, maybe, 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. Erm...

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-hm.

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. Erm...

I love working for Rex Mayhew.

I love my team.

From a central ops point of view,

we've learned more from the Night Owls
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.

LOUD MUSIC, SHOUTING

The Night Owls' patience and diligence

has allowed us, at 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.
- That's not exactly glamorous.

HE CHUCKLES

Does it need to be?

No, but...

Hey, man.

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.

DOOR OPENS

- Hi, Mike.
- Hey.

When you're settled, do a trawl on
all today's phone calls

through hotel switchboards. I've got
the latest list of bad guys.

Basil Karapetian delivered them
personally.

He'd spy on his own mum, that man.

Sorry I'm late.

St Albans traffic is a disgrace.

- Hmm. I'm judging you.
- Leave that to my wife.

How was your day, Alex?

Fine, thank you, Waleed.

Did you manage some sleep?

A little.

Ah, 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?

JONATHAN LAUGHS

Impeccable.

Eyes only, please.

I promise, no touching.

KNOCKING

- Good evening, madam.
- Hi.

Number 12, your ten o'clock.

Whisky 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.

ROPER: What you're looking
at here is the real United Nations.

LAUGHTER

Americans, Russians,

Ukrainians, Serbs, Croats, Angolans.

One big happy family.

CHEERING

Jaco looks like a teddy bear,

but don't let him near your neck on a
bad day.

RADIO: Everlasting Love by Love Affair

- Alex!
- Hello, Celia. Hi.

It's a bit early.

I'm sorry. I was hoping to catch Rex
before the party.

Well, you can't.
He's talking to some girl.

- Oh.
- He's working on his fucking birthday.

- Well...
- And she's far too attractive, to boot.

- Will you do me a favour?
- Yes.

- Will you grab this and go in there...
- Sure.

..and tell those handsome young men
in chinos we need more glasses.

- Glasses?
- And some plates, actually.

- Yes, OK.
- Thank you.

No, sorry, but that table...

No, you can't go there.

Can you get someone to help you?

The taxi's waiting and I have to go.

Roxana, you hear anything more about
this, you call me.

- OK. Thank you, Rex.
- And you tell no-one about this, clear?

Alex?! Where are those glasses?

PIANO PLAYS

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?

You...

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, erm...

..a new number.

Best use this...

..from now on.

Memorise 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.

We met, he was there, and...

..there was an opportunity.

- I put my hand up and...
- Good. Do you think he's all right?

Why... Why do you ask?

I'm worried about him.

He didn't mention anything to you?

No. No, no, no.

- Have a lovely time.
- Thank you. You, too.

- SPF.
- Yes, OK.

- No less than 50!
- HE LAUGHS

♪ Happy birthday, dear Rex... ♪

You are in trouble.

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

- CHEERING
- Thank you.

Cheers. Thank you.

OK, thank you for coming to this
auspicious occasion.

After this, it's just the 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, indulge an old trooper when he
says the same to you now.

- And now fuck off and get pissed.
- LAUGHTER

Have fun.

ROPER: 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's 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 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 some light.

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.

There 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.

A photo is incoming.

There they are.

- Who's that?
- You know him?

No.

- Audio coming in.
- OK.

FEEDBACK CRACKLES

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...

DOGS BARK, SOUND CRACKLES

- Mike, Mike, can you please clean that up?
- On it.

Well, I'll be in touch. You lay low.

Go and feed the ducks.

And no going into London.
There's too many eyes.

How are we doing?

Erm... Got it.

He knows his mind, your chief.

He learned from the best.

Calls himself Richard Roper's true
disciple.

ROPER: There's nothing
quite as pretty as napalm at night.

EXPLOSIONS

Mean anything to you?

No.

No.

Calls himself
Richard Roper's true disciple.

All right, Alex, I've got Jaco's
coffee date.

OK, 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.
- OK.

Just here on the left would be
great. Thank you.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Sally.

OK, we know who owns the house.

Who?

We do.

I'll call you back.

PHONE RINGS

- 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.

SIREN

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

- Celia.
- Alex...

Alex, something terrible has happened.

Celia, whoa, 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.

You've got to come...

Alex Goodwin, with the River.

THUMPING HEARTBEAT

INAUDIBLE

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.
- Hmm.

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.

Erm, 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...
SHE SOBS

What have you got him involved in?

REX: Memorise and
eat. You know the drill.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

REX: We've spent five
years... creating you anew.

Let's not ruin it for one...

..chance sighting in Mayfair.

LAPTOP BEEPS

HOLYWELL: He knows his mind, your chief.

JACO: Calls himself
Richard Roper's true disciple.

REX'S MOBILE RINGS

Rex, you said you'd call me at six.
Where are you?

Rex?

Hello?

CALL END TONE

- OK, I've traced the number you sent me.
- Show me.

It belongs to Roxana Bolanos.

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 Bolanos.

So sorry to disturb you.

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
going to...

..run to the restroom real quick. Sorry.

Thank you. Get me a dessert, yes? OK.

- Excuse me, did you get a name?
- No.

Just this way.

- Roxana Bolanos?
- Yes.

I'm here on Rex Mayhew's behalf.

Oh, yeah, you were at his house the
day of the birthday party.

Yes, and we need to talk.

Erm, so, where's Rex?

Get your things, make your excuses,
I'll tell you everything in the car.

In the car?

SHE LAUGHS

Excuse me. Sorry, I'm not going
anywhere with you.

I need to talk to Rex.

This is ridiculous.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

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. Check out is at 11am
tomorrow.

Thank you.

Come in.

DISTANT SIREN

Drink?

Sure.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

CARNAL GROANS FROM NEXT ROOM

OK, 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, erm...

..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 is from there,

they trusted me to broker the deal.

We used a London intermediary.

Adam Holywell.

Name of the import company?

It's 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 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.
- No, I can't.

I have a flight booked to Miami
tomorrow. I have to leave...

- 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, OK?

- I'll be back soon.
- Well...

..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.
- OK.

His name is Teddy Dos Santos.

He lives in Medellin.

Now, I can 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 Medellin.

_

_

_

_

Safe Haven projects 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.

_

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.

OK.

And where are you, Alex?

CALL END TONE

Some of the stuff we've
started to sell on.

- Five year rule.
- OK.

So, we've 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.

FOOTSTEPS

So, you're a friend of
the family, Mr Oakes?

Yes, erm...

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, a guest for you.

Hi, Danny.

Michael Oakes.

Remember me?

I'll leave you to it. I'll be
outside if you need anything.

DOOR CLOSES

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?

Cos something tells me this isn't just
pastoral care.

OK.

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.

- Sorry...
- 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... So, why should I give you anything?

Huh?

OK.

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?!

HE GRUNTS IN ANGER

BANGING

DANNY CRIES

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 going to be sick.
- Can I get you anything?

I'm going to be sick!

SHE RETCHES

Jaco Brouwer just received a
delivery to his hotel.

A diplomatic briefcase.

He's booked on a flight to Barcelona
tomorrow at 8am.

OK, tell the team we're going to Spain.

HANGS UP

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 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! Can you hold that...?

Taxi!

Excuse me...! Oh, shit!

No!

Wrong bloody terminal. Yeah, it's
fine. Thank you. Thanks.

Taxi!

Let's go.

He's taking the N-II north, heading
towards Girona.

Copy that. We're on him.

Turning left into the Hotel Rusinol.

- See if Jaco has a room there.
- Yeah, checking now.

See you in there.

_

_

_

- Yep?
- Jaco is booked into room 249.

Got it.

Thank you, I'll find it. OK, thanks.

Master key, room 249.

- Jaco.
- Teddy.

Dear friend, come here.

It's so nice to see you.

Hmm? Tell me everything. How was London?

Good.

JACO CLEARS THROAT

You look tired.

Did you stay out of trouble?

I did my best.

I know. You always do the right
thing, hmm?

So, you have something for me?

Yes. The shipment list with a
government stamp, as requested.

But they're insisting on no more
contact until the Anniversary.

TEDDY CHUCKLES
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've 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.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

DOOR LOCK BEEPS

Sh!

Show me.

Really?

- Teddy, I... I had no idea.
- Sh, sh, sh.

I swear.

Let's go.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

I'm almost there. 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.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

They are still not here.

Waleed, get out of there now.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Monsieur?

Answer your phone, Tony.

Who is it?

GUNSHOTS

DOOR OPENS

GUNSHOTS

THUMPING HEARTBEAT

HEARTBEAT QUICKENS

No!

Graham, Graham, Graham...

No!

Waleed...

Please...

No, no, no...

Hey, Waleed! Waleed!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Who are you?

BEEPING

BEEPING SPEEDS UP

EXPLOSION

SCREAMING

FIRE ALARM RINGS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE: Hi, this is Alex Goodwin.
Please leave a message.

PHONE BEEPS

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