♪ ♪
[French hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter, music continues inside vehicle]
[music stops]
MARTIN: ...admitting that you killed Judith Gray.
SIDNEY: How did you find me?
MARTIN: It doesn't matter. The point is we did.
SIDNEY: It's my son's birthday.
MARTIN: Does he know that his father's a murder?
SIDNEY: Get out of my house.
♪ ♪
You're looking for Will?
[laughs]
What's so funny?
SIDNEY: We could have saved a great deal of time
if you told me so before.
Will is in Rwanda. Ruhengeri.
GEORGIA: Where?
SIDNEY: The red house
with white pillars just round the corner...
[muffled grunt, dishes clatter]
You okay?
Sweetheart?
[gasps]
I'm fine.
If you know what's good for you...
you will get far away from this place.
MARTIN: If you're lying, we will go the general.
We will tell him that you killed Judith Gray
and we will tell him that you have been colluding
with Pieter Bello against him.
Then speak to him.
I'll show you.
[phone dialing]
[Sidney speaking French]
[whispers]: What is this?
WILL: Hello?
-Will? -WILL: Georgie?
Georgie, oh, my God, is that you?
Georgia.
-I came here to bring a present to your boy... -WILL: Georgia!
-Liars! -WILL: Georgie? Georgia!
I am surrounded by liars.
Taking the mine from me, working with Pieter Bello.
How many others?!
How many other lies have you told, Sidney?!
Wait.
Let me explain.
I took you from nothing.
-MARTIN: Please, calm down. -This is my reward?
We have nothing to do with Pieter Bello.
We just want to know about Will Mason.
You attacked Judith Gray!
Your mine was losing money.
Everyone was taking.
Now we start again and you keep collecting your cut.
More, you'll make more.
I was going to tell you.
MARTIN: Jesus Christ! Go.
Go. Go.
Move.
[Azikiwe shouting in French]
[engine starts]
[panting]
[curses in French]
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
GEORGIA: Jesus, it was Will, Martin.
It was him. [panting]
So, now what?
GEORGIA: I'm not drinking it.
WILL: Just sniffing it like a junkie.
The Internet says, what, just 200 milligrams a day, right?
Oh, that's very relaxing,
measuring out your morning coffee in milligrams.
Aw, mummy's about to have 198 milligrams of coffee.
[laughing]: Just sh... Go away.
I am an arse, but hopefully I'm an arse with a job.
You're gonna be great. Mwah.
Hey, hands off my milligrams. They're mine.
No. It's for your own good.
Good luck.
[kisses]
JUDITH: So...
Your last role was running a consultancy business?
-Yeah, in the travel space. -Mm-hmm.
And before that, you were MD of another company.
Yeah, I mean, well, we had some bad luck,
but, yes, before that, I was a marketing director.
Paderborn, Akrotiri...
My wife was in the Army,
so my career, well, it just always followed hers.
I-I love what you do here.
And I know my CV's patchy.
I mean, two failed businesses.
I could roll out a long list of excuses, but...
you know, it is what it is.
The truth is it's my turn now.
You see, my wife has been supporting us for a long time,
and... well,
um, we're about to have a baby soon.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
So I need this job.
And, Judith, no one is gonna work harder for you
than what I will.
Because if I, if I fail you,
then I fail my wife and I fail my unborn daughter.
And what's a better motivator than that?
The job does require some occasional travel to the DRC,
just to keep in touch with what we're doing out there.
Would you be okay with that?
I'll do whatever you need me to do.
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
Mr. Benson.
-What's the matter? -The girl who was here.
-Adidja? -She left. I saw her running.
-She carried a big bag with her. -Well, why didn't you stop her?
I followed her, but she was too far ahead.
-I lost her in the market. -[sighs]: Oh, fuck.
-I'm sorry. -That's all right, Jean-Pierre.
You can go. We--
-Georgia! -Well, she must've overheard us
talking about finding her somewhere else to stay.
No, she's tough.
She's a survivor. She will be okay.
She's a little girl. She's on her own in a city.
Yes, I know, and she's not
your responsibility, Georgia.
I'll stay here and look for Adidja.
You go find Will. You heard the man--
red house, white pillars,
round the corner from the New Market in Ruhengeri, Rwanda.
-Georgia Wells? -Yeah.
Emery Security.
Thanks for meeting me.
Ruhengeri is not far from here.
Uh, please follow me.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
We're in the correct place?
Yeah. I think so.
Madam. Madam.
Can I help you?
Uh, sorry, I-I think
I've got the wrong house.
Sorry.
THIERRY: What now?
We try again later.
MARTIN: Her name's Adidja.
She's 11 years old. She went missing this morning.
But I have a description and a photo.
Ask your officers to look at it.
She's probably still in the area.
I'm wasting my time, really.
God.
[phone rings]
Hi. How's it going?
MARTIN [laughs]: You might well ask.
I just made the mistake of trying
to get some sense out of the police.
-No progress? -No.
They're not interested in anything I have to tell them.
Feels like I'm hitting a brick wall wherever I turn.
GEORGIA: Sorry.
Yeah, well, there's a lot of that going around.
GEORGIA: Any news on Ariel?
No. [clears throat]
Sadly, no.
[sniffs]
What about you?
How are things where you are?
I haven't been able to get into the house yet.
It's being guarded, but I'm going to.
Don't do anything stupid.
Bit late for that, isn't it?
Now, I think, would be a good time.
Looks like he's run out of cigarettes.
Come on.
I have to go, Martin.
All right. Bye.
B-Bye.
[tires squeak]
[Georgia breathing heavily]
Go. I'll keep him busy as long as I can.
[metal squeaks]
[electricity buzzing]
[glass shatters]
[scraping]
[thudding]
[panting]
♪ ♪
WILL: I'm off.
Again.
It's work, and we need the money.
That's right.
Remind me how useless I am. Nice.
I don't have a choice.
It's just...
That's what I'm saying.
We need to take this down, Georgie.
-Uh-- no, no. -It's been a year, okay?
It's not good for either of us.
So, what, we just take it down and then we forget about her?
It's just a mobile.
No.
I'll call you when I land.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[breathing heavily]
[keys clatter]
Will?
Georgie?
I can't believe it's really you.
[crying softly]
I found you.
You're alive.
Georgia, w-wait.
I wish you hadn't have come.
I don't understand.
What's going on here, Will?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Georgia, you shouldn't be here.
Come on.
Three years.
Three years I thought you were dead.
-I'm sorry. -I know you're scared.
It's okay. I'm here.
I'm here and I'm gonna take you home.
Who are you afraid of? Is it the man outside?
The man with the gun?
Georgie, he works for me.
There's a lot you need to know.
[turbine whirring]
[TV playing indistinctly]
[cheering]
PIETER: Again.
Right away, Mr. Tequila.
Not a Sharks fan, huh?
I like them when they lose.
My lot kicked their arses last time we played. Brumbies.
I'm a Lions man, myself.
I think we play you guys in a couple of weeks.
Yeah. You mind?
Cheers.
You're Pieter Bello, right?
Have we met?
Will Mason.
No, we haven't met.
But we have a friend in common.
Judith Gray.
I don't know anybody called Judith Gray.
[laughs]
Then why is she paying you?
DRC Aid, her company,
has a ton of other companies.
But if you follow the money,
it leads you into Bulletscreen Security.
Owned by you.
I think you must leave.
Judith's making a lot of money...
[exhales]
...and it's not from her charity. Look.
See that right there? Look.
That is just last month.
And you can see what she's given you.
It's quite a big difference, right?
I just want to know where she's getting her money from.
Now, why would I tell you that?
It's quite simple, really.
You tell me what I need to know, and that figure,
that figure that you get paid, it goes up.
I can increase your cut every month,
and Judith will never know you told me a thing.
And I'm not threatening you, Pieter.
I'm making you an offer.
[patrons cheering]
JUDITH: How was the flight to Kinshasa?
-WILL: Yeah, good. -JUDITH: Good.
-JUDITH: Here, you want water? -Ah, yeah, thanks.
There you go.
Cheers.
So, Judith?
Mm-hmm?
Tell me... when did you decide to start
smuggling coltan over the border?
Excuse me?
You smuggle coltan to Rwanda
in whatever charity vehicle you can find.
Your own when you have to.
And then you sell it on without the Congolese tax.
It's a mine near Goma run by General Azikiwe.
You're helping him rip off the government
to line both your pockets.
-Is that right? -Mm-hmm.
And if you don't let me help you,
you're gonna get caught.
You need to launder the money.
And a few shell companies aren't enough.
You need to scale up the U.K. side of your charity,
run the money through that till it comes out clean.
Cut me in every month, and I'll help wash the cash
through the U.K. side of the business.
-We can... -You can stop now.
-Stop what? -Pretending you're here to help me.
Listen.
[sniffs]
It's simple to do.
I, I open up another two branches...
Yeah, just cut it out, will you?
Tell me what you will do if I don't want your help.
-But you need it. -But what if I don't?
You're not helping me, Will.
You're blackmailing me.
I'm not...
Okay, um...
Judith.
You know what I've been through over the last year.
I've been following Georgia from army base to army base
for as long as I can remember, and now this is my chance.
To start again and to help.
Yeah, well, we all have our reasons, don't we?
So, go on, then. Name your price.
WILL: She started paying me to keep quiet.
I kept the money in Kinshasa,
another name so it couldn't be traced.
A year later, I went out to visit Goma.
The flight back was Sankuru 19.
GEORGIA [over phone]: You at the airport?
I've got a couple of hours before my flight to Kinshasa.
Oh, well, you can hit the shops.
-"Shop," singular. Oh, shit. -[pencil clatters]
Thank you.
How's that ring feeling?
Did I get the right size?
[laughs]
[whispers]: Hey.
[excited chatter]
[phone ringing and buzzing]
[speaking foreign language]
Hey, Pieter.
Yeah, guess what.
That guy, um, Dikembe is on my flight.
PIETER: Have you boarded yet?
-No, not yet. -Don't.
I'm telling you, do not get on that plane. You understand?
Yeah, well, this is the last flight out today, so,
if I miss it, Georgia will kill me.
Listen to me, bru, you've been straight with me.
When you went to Judith, you kept me out of it.
And my bank balance went up thanks to you.
So let me return the favor. Do not get on that plane.
[phone beeps]
[woman speaking French over P.A.]
[crowd chattering lightly]
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
-Taxi. -Yes, boss.
Drive.
[engine starts]
We need to leave.
The port door is closed,
but I just need to confirm the passengers.
If we don't leave now we won't be able to take off for hours.
There's a big storm over Kindu.
We need to leave now!
[line ringing]
PIETER: It's Pieter Bello, leave a message.
It's me. I'm off.
Hey, can you call me back
and tell me what the hell just happened?
[all screaming]
[rumbling]
[shuddering sigh]
Okay, but none of this explains why you allowed
your wife to think that you were dead.
Yeah, well, the plane, it-it had, had nothing to do with me.
There was a politician, Dikembe Rahema,
who was on a mission to clean up the East,
which threatened to put Azikiwe's operation in trouble.
Now he had security with him 24/7, Georgia.
So, Azikiwe just...
well he brought down that whole 737.
For one person.
And Judith bought me the ticket.
She must have just been sick of cutting me in on it
and thought, "Two birds with one stone."
Georgia, she tried to have me killed.
What, then you just, you just walked away?
You didn't look back? You didn't...
stop to think what could happen?
As it sank in, Georgie, I just--
I totally lost my shit; I was a mess.
-Fuck's sake! -What?
Pieter, he checked the manifest of the crash,
and... they screwed up, Georgia, they counted me on the plane.
I don't know why-- maybe because of the politician--
but he told me like it was good news.
That Judith and Azikiwe wouldn't look for me anymore.
That I was safe.
But I couldn't even think, I couldn't hear it.
I wasn't.
So, why didn't you call me, then?
It destroyed me, knowing what happened
to the people on that flight.
[sighs]
All I could think about every second of every day
was those people.
And you.
Watching the news.
And seeing the wreckage.
I kept wondering if I'd just said something,
if it was my fault so many innocent people died.
[murmuring]
-Miss. -Oh, it crashed.
-Miss, you okay? -It crashed.
They found the wreckage an hour ago.
WILL: So I asked Pieter to check up on you.
GEORGIA: That's why he was at the airport, then?
Azikiwe asked him to keep an eye on Emmanuel Kazadi.
It was his wife that was carrying the bomb.
He wanted to see if she told him anything.
Why didn't you call me?
I did.
A few times.
I'd call and I just...
And I just couldn't speak.
I know you think this is bullshit, Georgia,
but in the weeks after the crash,
I couldn't function.
And I was scared.
You see, General Azikiwe has men that are loyal to him--
not to the government but to him.
So I hid.
Mr. Bello.
Mr. Bello, the general.
You will speak with General Azikiwe?
I have nothing to do with the general.
And you know that, Kalehe.
The people... the people, they are angry.
You speak with the general.
I have my job.
These soldiers, they have their jobs.
And you, you have your job.
If you've got a problem with Major General Azikiwe,
you take it up with him yourself.
And good bloody luck.
WILL: And Pieter hid me right under their noses.
I hid from Azikiwe in his own bloody coltan mine.
[liquid sloshes]
I've been protecting you for long enough now.
Azikiwe and Judith both think you're dead.
You can't hide out here forever.
That plane was gonna go down either way.
No one was gonna stop it, not you, not me.
Is that what you tell yourself?
It's not right, knowing what we know.
You want to go out there?
You want to tell the world what really happened?
You want to see how quickly you get dead?
[sighs]
Or Georgia?
No, my brother.
No. No, that's over. Your old life is gone.
She'll heal.
We all do.
You have to forget about your old life.
She's gone, bruv.
Come on, up, up. [grunts]
Have you eaten?
You're gonna need your strength.
Why?
'Cause the only way I'm gonna keep you safe
from Azikiwe is to get you across the border.
A long way from him.
Come.
[door creaks open]
WILL: I couldn't use my passport.
I was declared dead.
And I had no way out of the DRC.
I had no choice.
General Azikiwe is a fucking monster,
I know he is, but I can't undo what he did.
Look.
I... I know I'm a coward... Georgia.
But honestly I just thought you'd be better off without me.
[Adidja humming]
[children chattering]
[boys jeer]
[boys yelling, chattering]
Are you okay?
This is no place to sleep. It's not safe.
Isn't there anyone looking after you?
It's fine.
I made a mistake.
GEORGIA: Three years, Will.
And what the hell is this? Why are we talking
with an armed guard outside your house in Rwanda?
WILL: Pieter got me out of that mine and over here.
And I, I don't know, I just...
I just settled.
I found work on a farm nearby.
And I made a life for myself.
Three years just...
just passed by me,
and all the guilt and the paranoia just...
It just started to fade, you know.
No, I don't know.
If you're supposed to be hiding,
-why go to Kinshasa? -Okay, well, not so long ago
Pieter came to see me,
and he asked for my help.
Well...
-It's been a while, bru. -Yeah, it has.
[chuckling]: It has.
I went by your place, they said you'd be here.
I've had some bad news, bru.
Um... HIV.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, they can treat HIV now.
They can treat HIV now, but, you know...
the drugs out here-- very, very expensive.
Veryexpensive.
Also, I'm... thinking about my daughter
and... what I can do to make things good for her.
Mm-hmm.
Six years.
For six years I've been making Judith Gray
and General Azikiwe rich.
Even after they brought that plane down.
Yeah. You've had enough?
Well...
the operation's not working like it used to.
Everybody wants a bigger piece.
Somehow...
I'm making less than I made three years ago.
And I need more.
I want to stay alive.
I'm gonna clean things up a bit.
I'm gonna hire a militia group,
and I'm gonna take over the mine.
You're taking on a mine run by the Congolese army?
What do I expect from a Lions fan?
[chuckling]
I'm working with someone.
There.
Sidney Lagawa. He works with Azikiwe.
One of the few people the general trusts.
He's with us now.
You keep saying "we."
What do you expect from me?
Okay.
The money that Judith paid you,
you put into account in Kinshasa?
Mm-hmm.
Under a different name?
If it's the money you want, you can have it.
I don't want anything to do with that money.
It makes me think of the people on the flight.
I can use that to hire the militia.
Done.
But then you have to come with me to Kinshasa.
Oh, Pieter.
I don't think I can do it, Pieter.
You're the only one that's got access to that account.
Yeah, okay.
-We'll take precautions. -I don't know, Pieter.
-It's too risky. -[speaks native language]
I'm not the only one that needs that money.
You can use it, and I know that.
And by the way, congratulations.
Okay, I know that I owe you, Pieter.
I know that, all right?
But it's not as easy as you say.
I don't have a passport anymore, I have no ID.
I'm a man that can get anything across the border.
Yeah, and then we get over the border, and then what?
All the way to Kinshasa.
And if I get caught, huh? What happens then?
One trip to Kinshasa.
You help me and you bring money home.
A passport for a better life.
Sidney, let's go.
WILL: So I did what he asked. I went to Kinshasa.
[gunshots]
[panicked shouting]
WILL: While we were in the bank, a government protest
blew up into a fucking full-scale riot.
It happened so fast.
Jesus Christ.
I didn't think we'd make it out of there.
We're blocked.
We have to get across that street,
and we'll get out of here.
With a bag full of money in the middle of a riot?
You want to say that louder?!
Keep your head down, stay calm, and we'll walk out of here.
-Stay calm. -[gunfire]
Oh, God.
Come on, Will. All right, go.
Will, go!
Jesus Christ.
[sirens blaring]
Come on. Come on, Will! Stay with me.
Come on.
[shouting and gunfire]
Pieter!
Will!
[woman screaming]
Come here, Will!
Fuck!
[panting]
PIETER: Will! Will!
Come on, Will. Come on.
Come on, Will.
No, no, no, no, no. Will!
This way. Come.
All right, keep moving. Keep moving.
Go straight ahead.
No, don't stop. Keep going.
[panting]
See? What did I tell you?
Piece of cake.
I still need to get back across the border.
It'll be fine.
Business class.
Come on. This way.
Thank you.
Hey, Will, you ready?
Nope.
The way out was bad enough.
Here.
What's this for?
It's a good luck charm. It's for you.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah. We'll have to leave you here
until the driver gets here.
I'll wait from nearby. Here.
Well, go on. Fimi's gonna be wondering where we are.
We'll go straight through, no stopping.
WILL: I hired the guard when I returned.
Going back to Kinshasa, it just brought everything back,
-all the paranoia. -[drill whirring]
I was worried they'd find me,
and I felt I had to protect myself.
Was it worth it?
Honestly, um...
uh...
no.
I don't know. I didn't mean to...
I didn't plan any of this, George, I was just...
putting one foot in front of the other, trying to survive.
I...
-We both were after Violet. -Please.
-[voice breaking]: Please don't. -I'm sorry, but it's true.
I couldn't cope.
I wasn't there for you.
I couldn't...
Hey. Hey.
I still think about her.
Every day.
Yeah.
Sorry.
-It's so weird seeing your face. -Yeah.
Hey, and I know with what's happened,
everything that I've done,
I know it's impossible to believe me, but, Georgie,
I didn't just...
I didn't just stop loving you.
I've thought about you every day.
Hey.
[grunts]
So, what do we do now?
[exhales]
[door opens]
-Hey. -Fimi's asleep.
Okay, yeah, yeah.
-Come here. -[sighs]
[Fimi fussing]
Gloria, this is Georgia.
Okay.
Now I get it. Now I get it.
Georgie!
-Hey, Georgie. -No. No.
Just stop.
Finally I understand.
-What? -Oh.
It's always just been
the path of least resistance for you, hasn't it?
You just couldn't tell me straight, could you?
God, I'm so fucking stupid.
That is why you couldn't call me, isn't it?
That's why you spent so much time over here.
How old's the baby?
Look, you don't understand...
How old?
She's a few months old.
Same age.
Hey.
What was it? Was it easier, was it?
Just too much baggage? The old relationship's broken,
so you just throw it in the dirt and get rid of it.
After everything I've fucking done for you!
People are dead because of you.
I don't know you at all, do I?
I don't think I ever did.
-Just... -Stop.
Go home, Will.
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
JUDITH: Well...
who are you?