[insects trilling]
[muttering]
Un, deux, trois,
quatre...
[sighs]
-[mutters] -Gloria.
I'm joining you today.
The boss didn't say anything about...
Last minute change.
Where's the rest?
It's not loaded yet.
What's inside?
Does it matter?
Let's get the rest loaded.
Oui.
♪ ♪
EMMANUEL: You think your husband
-sent you this? -GEORGIA: I don't know.
Why, after all this time, why would he--
-So, how does Pieter Bello fit in? -Pie-- Sorry, Pieter who?
There was a man with Will on that news footage holding a gun.
Pieter Bello. Ex-military. What are you doing?
I know what I'm not doing. I'm not just going home.
Not now.
How far is this from here?
[indistinct chatter]
GEORGIA: So you're telling me someone can send me a car
and you have no record, none, of who paid for it,
who's responsible for it, how it's insured, nothing.
Parlez lentement, s'il vous plaît, Madame.
Je ne comprends pas.
-[sighs] -[speaking French]
What? What?
He says a-a man came. A white man.
He was paid to keep it off the system.
-No record was kept. -Okay. What did he look like?
Was it either of these men?
[speaking French]
[sighs, mutters]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
I'm sorry about back there. I just...
I just keep wondering, what if Will did leave that note?
What if he doesn't want to be found?
If that was so, would you turn around and walk away?
Probably not.
I looked online.
Pieter Bello was an officer in the South African Infantry.
I cannot see when he left, but he started a company here,
in Kinshasa, five years ago.
-Bulletscreen Security. -Was there an address listed?
Yes, but the company folded.
That doesn't matter. That's something, isn't it?
Yes. That it is.
Let's go.
[birds calling]
[bicycle bell rings]
[beeping, buzzing]
[trash can opens]
[soft thud]
BEATRIX: Hey.
ARIEL: Hey. Hey.
[sighs]
So...
-So... [chuckles] -[chuckles]
Tell me about the plane crash.
Um, I'm-I'm not ready to talk about it.
Sorry. [clears throat]
No, I'm sorry.
So, after the operation,
what's the first painting I should see?
[inhales sharply, grunts]
You know,
I'm no connoisseur, but, um,
I did go to the Musée d'Orsay once,
just to kill time,
-and I saw Whistler's Mother. -[chuckles softly]
Just...
stopped me in my tracks for some reason.
Listen, this is--
this isn't something that I...
do very often. Or ever, actually.
Mm, strange.
Uh, I do this...
all the time.
[chuckles]
I, uh...
I have to go to work.
Right.
Of course. Uh...
You tune pianos, you said?
Well, I'd rather be playing, but, yeah, second best thing.
-I sh-- I should go. -[laughs] I don't have to go
for an hour. You could--
you could maybe have a shower.
Could shower.
Mm-hmm.
Or we could, um...
[chuckles]
Mmm. Ooh. Ah, ah!
-[groans] I'm so sorry. -It's okay.
It's okay. Don't worry.
-I'm so clumsy. -Okay.
Doesn't matter.
-[whispers]: Don't worry. -Ah.
Oh, I'm covered in, uh,
-tea. -That's the way I like it.
-Ooh. [chuckles] -[chuckles]
[horns honking]
[indistinct chatter]
So, come on, what really happened to your car?
It looks like you drove it through a war zone.
Like I said, some people have an unfortunate way
-of expressing their anger. -That's not an answer.
It is my answer.
What number is, uh, Bulletscreen Security?
It doesn't say. Just this building.
191 Boulevard du 30 Juin.
Hey.
What are you looking for?
-[clears throat] Georgia, you need to stop now. -Yeah, just a minute.
[whispers]: I mean now.
[door shuts]
EMMANUEL [quietly]: Wait, what was that?
You could have got us into trouble.
Did you find something, at least?
I hope so.
It's a letter addressed to Bulletscreen Security
dated a few days ago.
Maybe they don't know his office closed.
It's an insurance company.
Two policyholders are mentioned.
Pieter Bello and Vanda Steyn.
Look, there's an address.
[horns honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[doorbell rings]
GEORGIA: Are you Vanda Steyn?
Do you know Pieter Bello?
Sure.
I was married to the bastard for 15 years.
[coughing]
[lighter clicks]
So, what is it you want to know?
We're trying to find your ex-husband.
Who are you anyway, huh?
What do you want with him?
Three years ago,
my husband died in Sankuru Airways Flight 19.
But then...
...I saw him, in Kinshasa,
just a few days ago.
That is your ex, isn't it?
Ja.
So, if this man of yours was in a plane crash,
what's he doing walking around town?
That's what I want to talk to your ex about.
I don't know where he is, okay?
And I don't care. And the further anyone stays away
from that doos,the better.
He's the reason I'm even here.
Got thrown out of the army.
Promised me everything is gonna be better.
Here, of all places.
And what about his security business?
Why did it close?
Well, things started going a bit south after the diagnosis.
HIV he got from a street hooker in Matonge.
Kind enough to pass it on to me.
Is there any way we can get in touch with Pieter?
Ja.Find a bar or a whorehouse.
I don't talk-- Oh, shit.
-Sorry. -Don't worry.
There's a bathroom down the hall.
[door creaks softly]
We've taken up enough of your time.
EMMANUEL: Uh, perhaps there is some way
of getting a message to your ex-husband.
VANDA: Hey. I told you,
I don't talk to him.
GEORGIA: Thank you for your help.
-She's lying through her teeth. -How do you know?
I went into her daughter's bedroom. There were a bunch
of birthday cards. And this one
was signed, "Love, Dad."
[exhales]
If you are right, if that woman
knows where to find Pieter Bello,
-what can we do? -What time
do schools finish round here?
[barge horn blowing]
[chuckles, sniffles]
I don't really want to go.
Mm.
-I'll see you soon. -Yes.
-DRIVER: Your taxi's here. -See you soon.
-Bye. -Bye.
[beeps]
-Assist. -[door shuts]
-Search "plane crash Congo 2015." -[engine starts]
COMPUTER VOICE: Sankuru Airways Flight 19
was a Boeing 737 aircraft that crashed in April 2015
in the rainforest in the Northern Kivu Province
of the Democratic Republic of Congo.
The official report in 2016 attributed the accident
to severe hydraulic failure.
There were 86 fatalities, including crew,
and just one survivor, a nurse called Dominique Mutombo,
whose injuries were...
[rewinds audio]
...just one survivor, a nurse called Dominique Mutombo...
[phone beeps]
Gaelle, I'm sorry.
My love...
How much money do you owe them this time?
You are a reckless idiot, Emmanuel.
But somehow you seem to be my idiot.
We need money.
What are we going to do?
GEORGIA [sighs]: Oh, it's exhausting.
-What? -The possibilities of what's going on.
I'm just trying to choose one version of events.
Paralyzing.
You know, my wife Ivette,
she was online looking for a toilet brush.
There were 1,751
different types available.
Go on, then, which one did she choose?
She's still looking.
[laughs]
Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate you coming.
-Was that the chief of police? -Yes, yes, it was.
I thought I'd have a word with him.
About Will.
Um, I'm not sure I follow.
What's the point of having contacts if you don't use them?
Georgia doesn't think anyone will listen to her,
so I just thought I'd ask Joseph to...
-look into it. -Look into what,
Will coming back from the dead?
I know. But if it was him in the background at those riots,
then maybe Joseph can help find out.
[sighs]: Look...
I just wanted to ask, okay?
Okay.
-Hey, Josh. -Hmm?
You're a sane, rational human being, aren't you?
Feel like this is a trick question.
-Proving your sanity. -Glad I passed the test.
Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I mean....
what do you think about all of this?
I don't know.
Be really nice to see him again, wouldn't it?
Yeah, it would.
-He has my 50 quid. -[laughs]
[sighs]
[laughs]
I don't think we can simply walk inside.
So we'll just wait till they finish.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
It's fine. It happened a long time ago.
Before the crash. After...
I-I understand.
Well, I'm glad someone does.
Feels like it happened to someone else.
Well, I am glad
you did not succeed in your efforts.
Look, you don't have to be here for all this.
You know? It's myproblem,
not yours.
I do.
I owe it to Gaelle.
-[phone ringing] -You see, she... Oh.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
[speaks French]
Okay. Don't move. I'll be right over.
Yes, of course.
-I am sorry, I need to get home. -Is everything okay?
It will be.
I'll stay here. You go.
-Sorry. -I'll be fine.
Just... go.
[starts engine]
[tires squeal]
[indistinct chatter, shouting]
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[school bell ringing]
Mia Bello?
I'm a friend of your dad's.
He's had an accident, Mia.
You need to come with me.
[TV droning in foreign language]
[telephone ringing]
-What? -MAN [on speaker]: Is this Vanda Steyn?
Yeah.
MAN: I'm calling from Akram Hospital.
-Your daughter Mia... -Mia?
...she has been in an accident.
Yes, yes, I'm... I'm on my way.
Come on!
[tires screeching]
Move. Move!
[speaks indistinctly]
-I'm looking for Mia Bello. -There's a queue, lady!
-I can see that, you fool! My daughter... -Mum?
VANDA: I thought you...
Oh, I thought you were...
MIA: Can I see Dad now?
What?
VANDA: You arranged this?
MIA: I don't understand.
VANDA: Baby, Daddy's not here.
-She said... -She's right, Mia.
Your dad's not here. I lied to you.
There wasn't an accident.
VANDA: You're sick.
You know that, hey?
Come.
How long did it take you to get here?
15 minutes? 15 minutes living with that uncertainty.
Now maybe you understand that feeling.
That sick feeling in your stomach.
That's what I've been feeling
ever since I saw that photograph.
So, you take my daughter,
and now you ask me to help you?
What is wrong with you?
Your ex, Pieter, he's the only one who can help me.
He's the only one who can tell me for sure
if my husband's alive or not.
Why are you protecting him?
-You don't even like him. -Because he's trouble.
And I don't want trouble in my life.
Get in the car, sweetie.
Look, I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't scare your daughter.
Look, please. I don't know what to do.
You're the only one who can help me.
He moves around a lot.
Months go by, I don't hear from him.
But when he sent Mia's card,
he called, and he said he was going to Kisima.
Thank you.
And if I see you again, bitch,
I'm calling the police. All right?
All right.
-[car door slams shut] -[sighs]
[car starts]
[indistinct shouting]
It's a border check-point. Not a guillotine.
What's in the crate?
Columbia's finest...
...coffee beans.
Stop it.
Just breathe...
[truck starts]
Where are you doing?
Rwanda. Coffee in the back.
Papers, please.
[man calls out in Swahili]
Wait here.
Why's he going round the back?
Just be quiet.
We're out of coffee.
Think they'd notice a handful missing?
Take two.
Thanks very much.
So, your papers.
Have a good trip.
GUARD: Bon voyage.
[truck starts]
We still have our heads.
[music plays, patrons chatter]
Interesting meeting place.
I told my driver I wanted a beer.
He was very keen I come here.
Is everything okay with your wife?
It will be.
Her ex-husband is violent. He won't leave us alone.
He's the one that smashed my car.
It's complicated.
Oh, God, Emmanuel. I'm sorry.
Hopefully it's over.
I'm glad you found someone.
You know, you never told me how you met.
-[crowd groans] -Oh.
-[Emmanuel chuckles] -Perfect.
Only two things are certain in Kinshasa:
traffic and power cuts.
Well, nobody seems to mind.
60 years ago, we had trains,
roads, steamboats up and down the Congo River
full of white people
come to discover a world beyond their own
only to return home with their minds no broader
and themselves no different but for their suntan.
We were-- what's that word
we're not allowed to use--
civilized. [chuckles softly]
On the surface, anyway.
The truth is that things were probably always rotten.
But now...
now we don't lie about it.
I can never figure out
whether you're an optimist or a pessimist.
I am a pragmatist.
So, tell me. What did you learn?
I found out where Pieter Bello is.
-Or where he will be. -Where?
Kisima.
There's a flight
to Goma tomorrow morning.
I'll figure out how to get to Kisima from there.
Kisima is not the most stable place.
It's full of militia, rebels, mercenaries.
No, if Pieter moves on, I lose
my chance to find him.
You don't have to come, Emmanuel.
You've done more than enough.
No, I have not.
There's something you should know.
I tried to say it before.
It's my fault Gaelle is gone.
What do you mean?
Months after Gaelle died,
I finally went to clear her possessions.
♪ ♪
I think she left her diary behind for me to find
in case she did not return.
What did it say?
EMMANUEL [over phone]: Allo?
Hello my love.
I'm sorry. You sound busy.
Sorry, I have a deadline.
We'll speak tonight. Have a good flight.
I love you.
[plane flying overhead]
EMMANUEL: Everyone knew we owed a lot of money,
and then, uh, someone came to her with an offer.
I don't know who.
That's what we talked about?
No one will look twice at someone like you, okay?
Hey!
For you...
The other half will be paid when you land in Kinshasa.
♪ ♪
EMMANUEL: I was a gambler.
It was my fault we were in debt.
So she agreed
to take something on that flight.
Drugs, information...
I don't know.
And Gaelle died trying to make up for my mistakes.
No matter how dangerous it might be,
I owe it to her to find the truth.
Maybe then her...
her soul can find some kind of peace.
[insects trilling]
♪ ♪
You don't have to go, Emmanuel.
First Violet, then Will...
Georgia needs me.
I was lucky. I met you.
There was a tomorrow for my story.
♪ ♪
Just promise you'll be back soon.
Chérie.
JUDITH: Morning.
-Hi. -You were out late last night.
I waited up, but, uh...
Yeah, Emmanuel and I went for a drink.
Thanks.
So, how's it going?
Pieter Bello's in Kisima. I've got a flight
to Goma in a couple of hours.
Okay.
You know, Kisima's not the easiest place
-to get to. -Yeah, I've heard.
We have an office in that region.
And take it from me, you don't want to rush there.
All I've done is wait.
Wait for things to be different, wait for tomorrow,
wait for the next day. I'm sick of it.
This man, um, Pieter?
[scoffs]
What could he possibly want
-with Will? -I have no idea.
I keep asking myself, was Will different?
Was he distracted?
He wasn't.
Right up until he took that plane,
when I spoke to him, he was...
he was Will.
If he is still alive...
then what the hell happened?
That's what I want to ask Pieter Bello.
[birds singing]
[sound of rooster crowing]
[crowing stops]
[chuckles]: Today's the day.
Strange, isn't it?
I'm just waiting here like it's any other morning.
But inside I feel like Francois Pienaar
at Ellis Park.
Ready to make history.
Does that make me Nelson Mandela?
[Pieter laughs]
-Let's get started. -Mm.
GEORGIA: Are you sure about this?
I am. You don't tie a bundle of wood
-with one hand. -[chuckles]
[phone ringing]
-Oh, excuse me. Hold on. -Yeah.
Yes, my love.
Slow down, slow down, what is it?
-That's Ivette? -Oui.
Where is he now?
-Okay. -Emmanuel. Go see her. Make sure she's okay.
What about the flight?
Well, this is much more important. I'll get a taxi.
You go. Take the car. Go.
-Thank you, Georgia. I'm sorry. -Yeah.
[speaking French]
Bye.
[engine sputters]
-[grunts] -Georgia, get back!
-Get back! -[screaming]
Georgia!
Georgia! Get back!
[Georgia screaming]
[Judith speaking in French nearby]
[indistinct conversation]
Right, we can go.
Georgia?
You think the world's done everything it can do...
When does it stop?
Why would anybody want to do this to you?
I don't know.
None of this makes any sense.
You didn't tell the police about Will.
When I mentioned his name,
it was the first time they'd heard of it.
Someone sent you that note.
They told you to go home and when you didn't...
It's my fault. [inhales]
It's my fault he's dead.
[sobbing]
♪ ♪
[siren wails in distance]
I'll wait in the car.
-Thank you. -Beatrix?
Ariel.
I'm glad you came.
I was starting to worry.
You kind of disappeared the last two days.
We don't know each other.
Okay.
So it's none of my business, is it?
What you have and haven't done.
The things that came before we met.
What is it you want to ask me, Beatrix?
Sankuru Airways Flight 19.
There was a survivor, Dominique Mutombo.
She died two days later from her injuries.
There was no mention of you.
Why did you lie?
Wh-- Is this some sort of story
that you tell women to get them into bed?
[Ariel scoffs]
What?
Tell me. You owe me that.
I-I owe you nothing.
What kind of a person are you?
What kind of a person would lie about a thing like...
You know what?
You're right.
You know nothing about me.
You're absolutely right about that.
You don't know anything about me.
WAITER: Sir, let me help you.
ARIEL: Thank you.
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
[knocking on door]
Hello.
What are you doing here?
I... came to say I'm sorry.
Sorry.
How dare you?
Hasn't there been enough misery?
Haven't we all lost enough?
When Emmanuel told me why you were here,
what you wanted from him,
it was me who felt sorry for you.
A sad woman who could not let go.
But nor could he.
He said it was for you.
He said he owed you, but I knew.
I knew it was for her.
I do not mind that he loved her still-- Gaelle.
I knew that before we married.
But he was trying to move on
into our new life.
Past all the sadness.
And then you came along.
I should never have asked him to help me.
-I... -But you did.
And now...
[crying]: Now I cannot say anything.
Now I cannot even kiss him good night.
Tell him his shirt is untucked
every morning before he goes to work.
Whoever did this, I promise you,
I will find them; I promise you.
The only promise you need to make is to Emmanuel.
He is dead because of you.
Go on then.
You find his murderer.
And if you know what is good for you,
you stay away from me.
[sobbing]
[exhales]
[Ivette continues sobbing]
JUDITH: That can't have been easy.
I need to find Pieter Bello.
[inhales and exhales sharply]
Yeah. Courage and stupidity
are often confused with each other.
I didn't actually ask your opinion.
Hey, listen, somebody just tried to have you killed.
The only thing you should be doing is going back home.
Getting as far away from this place as you can.
I have to find out why Bello lied to me about who he is,
and what he was doing with my husband in Kinshasa.
You think he'll just tell you?
I have to try.
If you approach him somewhere public.
It's not like you're a threat to him, right?
You just want to know about Will.
The question is getting there.
Things in the East aren't exactly stable right now.
It's not like I'm safe here, is it?
We need to find someone who knows the area.
We?
A man died in front of my home; I want to know why.
You said it was too dangerous.
Yeah, it is.
My office in Goma,
I'm due a visit there anyway.
When I get there,
I'll find someone reliable
to take you into the bush.
They can get you to Kisima, safely.
Okay.
We can leave first thing tomorrow.
Thank you.
You thought I was mad, didn't you?
In a mad world,
only the mad are sane, aren't they?
[sighs]
[playing piano]
[continues playing]
[doorbell rings]
[intercom beeps, door lock buzzes]
BEATRIX: There's a sofa here.
[sighs]
I came to say I'm sorry.
And even though we don't exactly know each other that well...
What do you want, Ariel?
To apologize, to explain.
Right.
I never told anyone about that plane crash.
Not a soul.
Why not?
I'm scared.
Because, Beatrix, nothing you will ever hear
about that place crash is true.
I was on that plane when it went down,
but it wasn't how they reported it.
It wasn't mechanical failure.
There was a...
There was a bomb on the plane.
What?
I saw the person that carried it on board.
It was a woman.
It was a pregnant woman.
She was carrying a black rucksack
with a picture of a bright green lion on the front.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
I remember it all.
Long journey, right?
Yes.
You been to Rwanda before?
I know a good bar you should try.
And this one?
Don't worry about that one.
I said...
...you can go.
♪ ♪
[inhaling and exhaling deeply]
♪ ♪