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When?

Yesterday.

Police have been and gone.

What was taken?

Not sure.

And that.

It's still here.

But not where I left it.

I keep telling you,

you don't have
the appropriate legal authority.

I was a driver for a lawyer once,
named Blake Gaines.

Does that help?

Only if you want him
to represent you in court.

He is dead.

You are dying, old man?

Does it look as if I am?

No.

You are dead...

already.

You know that safe house I was in?

Turns out it is not so safe.

Snap.

Where? Kate's house.

The office.

What did they get?

A hard drive,
with a copy of your tape on it.

Where's the original?

With Frank.

Safe? Says so.

Mark Viner?

Eve used to work for him?

Burned to death.

Accident?

They say.

He had oxygen tanks.

But... I don't know, Alice.

Something tells me,
if you're going to make this speech,

you'd better hurry up and make it.

Your mother's file.

We are managing to locate
everything we need,

except for one article.

This.

That is the number for a file
we cannot find.

When you return to London,
might you perhaps take another look?

Two days before my mother
left for The Hague,

she came here

and took something
out of that Ganimana file.

Whatever it is, that's what Runihura
wants me to find.

What is it?

Where is it?

Why is everyone always wearing black
around here these days?

Mark Viner's funeral.

It went OK?

I think I'm getting used to them.

I got you a new set of these.

Right.

What are you looking for?

Two days before she left
for The Hague,

my mother visited Mark Viner
and took out some kind of document.

The night before she went,

the thing that ignited that massive
row between us

was when she found me
looking at the Nyamoya file -

this file -

on her desk.

And a couple of days after that,
she was dead.

That's what I'm looking for.

That document.

And it turns out...

so is David Runihura.

And where's Captain Congo?

Don't say that.

Sorry.

I didn't know you thought that
much... Just don't call him that.

OK.

So, where is he?

I don't know!

I thought he worked for you.
He does,

but not on a punch card.
Well, he's not with Kate!

Well, he must be onto something.

Do you trust him?

Michael.

I'm the only family he's got.

He may go his own way,
but he'll always come home.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just that these days
everyone seems so full of surprises.

Even you.

Are you OK?

If I have to eat another plate of
pork and beans I'm going to scream.

OK.
You know that recipe I gave you?

I can't wait to have it again.

You can.

Soon as you get home.

Great.

Do not lose it.
It is the only one I have.

Understood.

And then there is the one that you
are going to cook up for yourself.

How is it going?

Complicated.

But I get it right, it is going to
earn me a Michelin star.

Rich tastes!

Baby.

That's me.

Rwanda today finally delivered its
indictment to the UK government

requesting the immediate extradition
of Patrice Ganimana,

accused participant
in the Rwandan genocide.

Because of the indictment's
precise details,

the Rwandan government are confident
the UK will have little choice

but to fall in line with Canada
and other European countries

who have recently granted
similar extradition requests.

Mr Zand.

We have now had the opportunity
to study, in detail,

the indictment presented by the CPS
on behalf of the government of Rwanda

alleging my client's participation
in the Rwandan genocide of 1994.

And I am now in a position to state,
categorically,

that my client, Patrice Ganimana,
has no case to answer,

due to the simple and absolute truth

that he was not in Rwanda
at the time

that these accusations
are alleged to have taken place.

But I'm not even going to lose
consciousness.

I'm not aware of the exact
nature of your procedure.

It's an ultrasound, darling, for my
left ovary - it says so right there.

I still need a next of kin.

I don't have a next of kin.

Husband, children?

Parents? Sibling?

Now you're just making me sad.

Michael, would you please be my next
of kin, so Nurse Ratched here

can check off her box?
Turn on CN56.

Give me the remote.

Excuse me?

Sweetheart, you can't spend your
whole life watching Catching Kelce.

The remote!

Today!

Thank you.

Having made
the sensational claim,

Mr Ganimana's barrister then offered
to submit supporting evidence

including witness statements
claiming that

his client had fled Rwanda
in July 1992

and taken refuge in the
Democratic Republic of the Congo,

then known as Zaire, some two years
before the Rwandan genocide.

If correct, this could prove a huge
and embarrassing stumble,

not only for the government of
Rwanda

but for the Crown Prosecution
Service here in the UK

and for the progress of
international justice worldwide,

because if the case is thrown out,

all charges against Patrice Ganimana
will be dropped.

Shhhhit. Andrew McCulloch,

Westminster Magistrates' Court,
London.

- Got him!
- What?

I gotta go. I got a scan.

A what? A procedure.

Jesus. Is everyone in my world ill?

Yeah, well, call it a symptom
of collective guilt.

I thought you didn't believe in
that. Well, now I do.

And now I have the cure.

What's going on?!

He was clearly there!

Look!

Look!

Look!

It'll all depend on the credibility
of the witnesses...

Take your pick!

For the defence, who are willing
to testify he wasn't in Rwanda.

Who?

But they must have some mighty big
rabbit in their hat

or they wouldn't try this trick.

So we need a rebuttal witness
to state he was there.

Yeah, we do.

One so reliable,
they couldn't possibly dismiss.

Then isn't it lucky you've got me?

You?

There's good news
and there's bad news.

First, the good news.

The little shit has slipped up

and I'm the one to rub
it in his face.

How?

The indictments range from
1992 to 1994.

And his lawyer says that he had
already left the country by then.

Well, unlucky for him,

I hadn't.

Because that's when I met him - and
I've got the evidence to prove it.

So whoever they think they've got to
say that he wasn't there, we've got

the Assistant Secretary,
Bureau of African Affairs,

US State Department to say that he
was.

I'd say that's a Top Trump,
wouldn't you?!

I didn't know you cared.

I only care about
things I can do something about.

And now I can do something about
this.

That's the good news.

And the bad news?

There's a clock on this.

Yes, there is.

No, I mean on me.

Gotten me a complex ovarian cyst
that measures 12 centimetres across.

Kinda like that asteroid
they sent Bruce Willis to deal with.

Maybe that's what I ought to do - get
him in there, blow the fucker up.

That's a thought. Anyway,

they've gotta go in, abdominally.

Sorry to hear that.

And, like, tomorrow, really.

Right.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, I've put them off.

I want you to arrange
for me to give a sworn statement

via video-link to the police.

Well, we could wait till after.

You're not getting me, are you,
Mikey?

What? This is it.

This is what we've been waiting for.

I'm about to say out
loud, under oath,

what no-one has been able to say
for over 20 years.

Not me, not Eve,
not Alice, not you. None of us.

But now we can.

And all because Patrice Ganimana
just made a spectacular fuck-up.

Who'd have thought it?

So tell Alice to pack her bags
pronto.

She's going home!

You don't need me to tell you
that almost every electronic device

you touch, watch or travel in
has a tantalum capacitor within it.

You don't need me to tell you
that the coltan in this region

is second to none.

You don't need me to tell you
that since the implementation of

the Dodd-Frank Act, the supply line
between our mines, into this country,

to the world beyond,
are certified conflict-free.

Guaranteed.

And you don't need me to tell you
what that's done for this region.

But you do need me to tell you this.

It's not making us rich.

It's making other people rich.

People in Germany,
Kazakhstan, China.

People who buy our ore
at rock-bottom prices,

refine it, and sell it on
at double the profit.

Until now.

Because in 18 months' time,

the first tantalum refinery
will be up and running here.

And 18 months after that, another.

And then another.

Until the time comes,
and I believe it will,

when this country becomes the leading
tantalum powder exporter in the world,

widening your profits by
hundreds of millions of dollars,

whilst bringing about an equally dramatic
reduction in your trade deficit.

This is your economy.

Your future.

And moment by moment, day by day,

year by year,

you are taking control of it.

We're proud to be along for the
ride.

Thank you.

Of course, he will be making a few
million out of it too...

You know, recently we had a report
written about our judiciary.

It says we need assistance.

Apparently, we do not pay
our defence counsels enough.

Maybe this...

will help.

Actually, I'm serious.

I think it will.

And I have got no problem with that.

I have got no problem with anything that
stops us being subservient to anyone.

Because we don't need to be.

Recently, our friend Alice Munezero

defeated the French in their own
court,

and she was poisoned for it
by someone, or some country.

You know who I'm talking about.

And at this moment also
there is a bad African in the UK

trying to worm his way out of his
destiny.

He won't.

He will be sent here, I know it.

Because what we are doing here...

with that line...

we are doing there,

with our law.

And we are doing it right.

So don't worry about it.

Leave it to me.

We're going to be fine.

What if she uses the opportunity?
To do what?

To speak against you.

And why would she do that?

We have been watching her.

And what have you seen?

Not sure, but until we
are, I don't think she should speak.

- I don't care.
- Because she's your sister?

She's not my sister.

Close.

And do you think that might make
you...

What?

Blind.

Because why?

If you care for someone...

It makes you blind?

There was a time you loved me.

Did that make you blind?

I want only what is best for the
country.

For the country?

Or for me?

You are the country.

Then you really don't see me.

Let Alice speak.

She wants the world to see her.

They've agreed.

The MPS will interview her.

Eunice will go to a police station
in Washington

and they'll do it via video-link.
When?

4pm tomorrow, GMT.

About the same time you land.

No backing out, then.

You want to?

Just...

been so long.

You don't have to do it.

I am the only one who can.

You will be there for me, Mikey?

Every step.

And you will call Frank?

He's on standby, he knows.

I have to have it.

You will. He'll be there.

It'll be fine.

I am not going out
until my husband arrives.

Mrs Clayton, can you hear me?

Yes. And can you see me?

I can.

You are about to make
a sworn witness statement

with regard to the matter of

the government of Rwanda
versus Patrice Ganimana.

Is that correct? It is.

For the record,
if you could just identify yourself.

In public life, I'm Assistant
Secretary,

Bureau of African Affairs,
US State Department.

But today, I'm appearing before you

entirely in the capacity
as a private citizen.

Between 1987 and 1998.

I worked as a field officer for the
John Hopkinson Refugee Relief Fund.

I was first posted in Rwanda in 1990

at the beginning of the civil war
between the then Hutu government

and the returning Tutsi-led RPF.

During this period,
government forces and other militia

began rounding up Tutsi communities-

some to be massacred,

others held in parks and stadiums
in the most harrowing conditions.

On February 15th 1993,

as I was trying to coordinate the
delivery of relief aid,

I personally met with
Patrice Ganimana

when he and a large number
of FAR government soldiers

arrived to block our supplies.

He did not let us pass

and soldiers under his direct command
had us forcibly removed from the area.

And we understand
you have corroborating material.

I do.

This is the arrest sheet made out at the
police station to which we were taken,

which clearly cites Patrice Ganimana
as the commanding officer.

I offer this information
in direct rebuttal

to the statement
made by Ganimana's lawyer

that he had already fled the country
by this point.

He had not.

He was present, he was involved,

and I am a witness to that fact.

We'll need that sheet copied
and certified.

Of course.

But there's something else
I'd like to say.

That was not the last time
I saw Patrice Ganimana.

I've a prepared statement
which I'll read, if I may.

The genocide of '94, it has no
comparison.

800,000 Tutsis, at least,

murdered within 100 days.

The most intensive ethnic slaughter
in modern history.

The RPF ended that genocide,
no doubt.

And no doubt either,
they did not cause it.

It was coordinated by a desperate
group within the Hutu government

who drove themselves and their
country insane

by their own propaganda.

Propaganda that spread like a virus.

A virus of fear so evil,
those that caught it

stopped seeing human beings as
people at all

but as insects -

insects that needed to be
eradicated,

systematically,

in 100 days,

until it was stopped.

But for millions of people,
millions of Hutus,

the fear they'd already been
infected with - that didn't go away.

Something else took its place.

The fear of retribution.

And no matter how hard
the RPF tried to reassure them,

they still ran out of Rwanda
into Zaire.

I know this because that's where
I saw Patrice Ganimana

for the second time, in early 1997.

In a refugee camp in Zaire.

No longer just a major,
now he was the leader of his group.

Still fanning the hatred,

blowing on the embers,

trying to ignite it all again.

Looking to go back to Rwanda,

to finish what they'd started.

But then they arrived.

A new army.

There'd been ethnic tension in the
region for years.

The government of Zaire

had been waging a campaign
against ethnic Tutsis.

The arrival of the Hutu refugees
exacerbated the tension

until, in 1996,
an ethnic Tutsi army was formed,

with the intent of both
toppling the Zairian government

and ridding the region
of the Hutu refugee camps.

By '97, the RPF
sent its own military leaders

into the ranks of this new Tutsi
army

to help coordinate the dismantling
of these final camps.

And it's true,
in the camps I attended,

Ganimana and his people were there.

But I contend they were using
these refugees as human shields.

Of an estimated 50,000 people,

9,000 were children,

many more were women,

and almost all were catastrophically
ill.

They couldn't have gone anywhere
if they'd wanted.

Then one day in April, all Western
aid workers were ordered to leave.

We were taken to a cordon
about a mile away,

out of sight of the camps.

A few workers,

including a colleague of mine, Edward
Holt, remained until the very last.

So I cannot say I saw it.

I cannot say I saw anything.

What I can say is that
four days later,

when we were finally allowed to
return to the camp,

it was completely empty -
and I mean completely.

Not a single vestige to indicate
that less than a week before,

some 50,000 people
had been living there.

Women, children, babies.

Many too ill to move.

It was as if they never existed.

And I never saw any of them again,
ever.

Except for one.

Someone my colleague Ed Holt

took with him on his last airlift
out.

A little girl.

A Hutu child.

Are you coming in?

Any reason why I shouldn't?

Ed flew with you to Kigali,
where Eve was waiting.

He handed you to her
and went straight back -

the rotors didn't stop.

They didn't even say goodbye.

Eve took you to hospital.

You almost died.

Many times.

I think you would've, without her.

I went to see Alice.

She knew that Eve and I
had been building a case

against Ganimana for the ICTR.

When he was located in that camp,

we expected her to coordinate his
arrest.

But because of her position
in military intelligence,

she already knew
what was really happening out there.

The RPF was a very disciplined
outfit - they still are.

They take a hell of a lot of pride
in that. I know Alice did.

Geneva Convention and all that.

Anyway, when she found out
what was really happening out there,

she thought it bust all that down.

So she put a wiretap
on the military airwaves

to record the chatter between units.

Why?

To prove they knew
what was really going on.

And when your mother heard it,

she wanted to take the recordings
to the ICTR

and use it to prosecute
the new government -

for you, for your family, for Ed,

for justice.

Except everyone knew
it wouldn't be allowed.

It couldn't be.

Not by the US, the UK, the UN.

Not even by me.

What was happening out there, to
you, your family, how many others...

as terrible as it was,
on the scale of things,

it couldn't match what had already
happened. There's no possible equivalence.

And that's what we were there
to prosecute.

The genocide of almost a million
people.

How could we possibly, Kate,

possibly bring an investigation

against the very people
who had just brought it to a close?

We couldn't.

Nobody wanted to listen.

They didn't even want to know.

So we agreed we had to shut it all
down.

There was no other choice.

And to protect you,
we gave you a story

around which we knew
everyone would want to help.

And they did.

It got you out.

It got you here.

Whe...?

Where is it?

This recording, I presume
that's what everyone's looking for.

Your mother must've kept it
at Mark Viner's and taken it out

right before she went to The Hague.

And then afterwards, I... You?

You had it all along.

Gave it to Alice, who has it now.

Why?

Because we also made a promise,
Kate,

Eve, Eunice, Alice and I...

that no matter how long we had to
wait, one day we'd come back to it.

Reopen the case.

Tell the truth...

to the world,

to you.

And...

when Nyamoya was arrested,

we thought the time had come.

And then after Alice
was released in France...

But we were wrong.

It's today, Kate.

It...

is now!

Because if we do not publicly recognise
each and every fragment of our past...

our story will never be complete.

If we are to be truly united,

truly reconciled as a country,
as a city,

in our villages, our streets,

to our neighbours, to ourselves...

our story has to be complete.

During my trial in France,
I met a brilliant young advocate.

Her name is Kate Ashby.

This is not her birth name.

She was born here.

And recently, having helped release me
from an entirely fabricated prosecution,

she has returned here to help us
in the extradition

of yet another evil participant
in the genocide.

To be sent here.

To face justice here.

Where it matters most.

Here.

And all that young woman wants
to see revealed is the truth.

For us.

So how can it be that,

even though she does this,

we cannot allow her
to know the truth about herself?

But with the penal code
and constitution of our country

as it now stands,

I cannot tell you the truth

without running the risk of arrest.

Here. Now.

Where it matters most.

I cannot.

Because to do so would be
to stand accused of sectarianism,

divisionism,
even inciting insurrection.

So I'm not going to tell you.

I am going to let others do it for
me.

In here is a recording
made in April 1997...

in Zaire, outside
a Rwandan Hutu refugee camp,

near Kisangani,

between an unnamed Congolese officer

and his superior, a Commander Simon.

I know exactly who this man is.

I fought alongside him
during the liberation.

He was a Rwandan.

He was a national hero.

And his name

was Simon Nyamoya.

In this recording,

when Simon instructs the officer not to
let any Westerners back into the camp

until it has been completely
dismantled...

Please.

I ask you.

Please.

Consider exactly what the word

"dismantled" meant

to 50,000 cholera-stricken
refugees...

9,000 of whom... were just
children.

Guhh...

Are you all right?

That's a...

That's a...

That's a big story. Yes, it is.

Must have been hard to hold on to.

Yes, it was.

I wish you'd just told it to me.

I did.

No.

You didn't.

Yeah, I have a hard stop today,
folks, so, er,

apologies, but I have to
wrap this up shortly.

So, er... yeah, Matt.

Comment on the arrest of Alice
Munezero on her arrival in Rwanda.

Obviously we're very concerned.

We believe she's under house arrest

pending a specific charge
of inciting insurrection.

But I think it's vital to remember
the cataclysmic events

suffered by that country
in the not-too-distant past...

and the remarkable progress it's
made

over the almost quarter of a century
since.

It is a, er, beacon of stability
not only within its borders,

economically and socially,

but in a region that is otherwise
prone to, er,

severe convulsions.

But this comes at too great a cost!

A cost it seems the international
community is all too willing to ignore.

But it is very clear to us
that the Rwandan government

is using its own poorly defined laws

not to protect its nation from
divisionism and hate crime

but to ensure that no-one, not even
one of their very own heroes,

can ever call them to account.

However, given her inability at this
point

to substantiate on the specific
nature of her allegations,

we are simply unable to gauge
the strength or weakness of her case

and therefore the justification or
not of any action taken against her.

But could Alice Munezero's
arrest have a negative impact

on the extradition proceedings
against Patrice Ganimana?

We're saying we need to
keep a very close eye on things.

A very close eye.

Spare a minute?

Just so as we're clear,

we went to the US in '96.

And the UN, and the UK.

And we told them
that if they weren't going to

do something about those camps,
we would.

And what did they do, your people?

Nothing. So we had to,

like they knew we would.

Is that a confession, David?

For the blind eyes of
the international community,

that is a fact. And it's no secret.

So am I going to be allowed
to represent her?

You don't have to ask my permission,
Michael.

It's enshrined within our law -
she can choose whoever she wants.

She's chosen me.
Congratulations.

Immune from prosecution
for representing her views?

Also enshrined in law.

Wasn't always.

Is now.

Runihura.

My country is surrounded by tinder so
dry even a hot fart would set it off,

and all you and your playboy friends
want to do is strike a match.

She's not trying to divide your
country.

We are all one nation now,

and anyone who tries to pull us
apart is dividing our country.

She's trying to unify it, and you
know it.

How kind of you to inform me
of my thoughts.

Please.

The French were right.

You're only using those laws

to make sure that no-one can ever
hold you to account.

Even her.

The way you see it, any criticism of
your government is divisionist.

This isn't about reconciliation,
it's about power.

And your need to keep it.

And did you ever consider that
maybe my country wants us to?

They don't care that some Tutsi girl

who turned out to be a Hutu
has tried to help us out.

They don't want to look back at any
of it.

We are all Rwandans now
and we just look forward.

1.5 million people lifted out of
poverty,

7% growth per annum,

3% unemployment,
health, education, communication.

What happens when all those
economic figures head south?

They're going to care then.

Not about some Western-backed egoist

who is just using the whole issue
as an excuse.

For what?

To destroy what she knows
she can never have.

Which is?

Love, Michael.

Love!

What?

What?

You think this is all about justice?

It's so much more basic than that.

May I tell you a story?
Is that really a question?

You are right.

So, there was this little bird,

a drongo chick, a forest bird.

And one day,
suddenly, into her nest,

a new chick arrived - a cuckoo.

You understand what happens
to the drongo.

But she will not die.

The hunger for revenge
will keep her strong.

And she will search the forest floor
far and wide

until she finds what it is
she's looking for.

A caterpillar. The most poisonous
caterpillar in all the world.

And then, having placed it tenderly
in her beak,

she will claw her way back up that
tree, back into that nest,

where finally, triumphantly,

she will feed this deadly grub
to her foundling sister

so that then, once more, it will be our
little drongo who is loved as she was.

As she deserves to be again.

Now...

who do you suppose is who
in my little story?

I think I can guess.

Yes.

There is no tape, Michael.

I saw it.

But did you listen to it?

It's in Kinyarwanda.

You speak Kinyarwanda?

Even if you could,
how do you know it wasn't a fake?

Because I trust the person
who recorded it.

You trust the little drongo?

We also have a witness.

Do you? Or is that just something
else you want to believe?

No.

Why not?

Because I'd know it.

Because you would sense it?

Michael Ennis, the man who can smell
the truth like a pig finds truffles.

And yet there was something else
in my story, something you missed.

Yeah?

You.

I'm not in your story.

But you were.

You are the little caterpillar,
Michael.

The most poisonous caterpillar
in all the world.

Yeah? Well, you better watch out.

Why?

You are the one who ends up getting
eaten.

Eunice.
You're not going to believe this.

I don't have cancer!

That's great, Eunice!

Big fucker, but they just whipped it
out laparoscopically.

Hot dog!

Kinda like sucking Donald Trump's
head out of a keyhole.

So, where are we?

Well, effectively,
they're both under house arrest

and I'm just waiting for my application
to the Rwandan Bar Association.

And Kate?

But she knows?

Yeah.

All right. We're right where we
should be.

Not quite.

How so?

Are you sitting down?

I'm bouncing off the walls here,
baby.

Sit down.

We should have made more copies.

We agreed not to.

No, we agreed to Alice telling us
not to.

You think David had a point?

No. It doesn't matter.

We've still got me.

Now things are different.

How?

Well, you didn't actually
hear the conversation.

But I did.

What? I did hear it.

It was translated for me
right then and there.

Obviously because we were pushing
to get back in the camp.

Did you, Eunice?

Did you really?

Sure I did.

And there's no way they can blow
that out of court.

That's the other thing.

What? Kate was right.

There's a problem with the defence
funding over there.

My God, Mikey,
you're going pro bono on this.

No, for the investigative team.

It seems there's just about enough
for gas to get us to the border

and then we're on our own.
Well, that's not such a problem.

And why is that?

I represent the State Department,
Michael.

We've got a pretty big tool box
at our disposal, believe me.

Well, you're gonna need a team
in the DRC ASAP.

We need those grave sites, Eunice.

And we're gonna get it.

I got a new lease on life, baby,
and I'm gonna use it!

Hey, Eunice.

Can I speak with him?

Double bogey on the ninth.

It's pretty ugly.
I need to speak to him.

You really think?

You can't stand me down.

Extended leave of absence, come on.

At least this way you get to keep
your health insurance.

But not my job. Er, no.

No, that's going to someone else
now.

Because I did my civic duty?
You think maybe

it's because of your diet? What?

You got hypoxia or something?

Maybe you should have spent a little bit
more time with your feet in the air.

I had to give evidence.

You should have cleared it with us
first.

There was no time.
You should have made some.

I appeared as a private citizen.

Not when you are in public office,
you don't.

Ever.

You gotta let that team go
into the DRC.

Yeah, no, actually,
that was the final straw.

Now, we don't get to use the
department as our own private army.

Jesus, Eunice,
you're not Pablo fucking Escobar!

It was...

It was a bad thing.

I know.

I saw it.

Funny you never thought
to mention it before.

No-one did. No-one could.

Isn't that the point?

So why now?

I was called to give evidence.
I gave it.

But weirdly, at exactly the same
time

as this Alice Munezero
says the same thing.

You tip her off, Eunice?

Or have you always been working
together?

Yeah.

Yeah, if I were you,
I'd take the Fifth on that as well.

She deserves our help.

Regime change?
How's that working out for us?

That's not what she wants.

Inciting insurrection,
divisionism, sectarianism.

It doesn't feel like she's looking
for an extension on Sunday trading.

And why has she been charged, Scott?

At all? Just because she spoke the
truth?

And this from a government that gets
almost 30% of its expenditure from us?

Well, what does she want?

The removal of two articles
from the penal code

and the tightening of the Constitution
on Hate Crime, so her government

can no longer use them as tools for

the reduction of political space
and accountability.

Snappy slogan.

It's just law, Scott,
just a change in the law.

That's it, that's all she wants.

Everything else stays the same.
Mundanzi, the lot.

Jesus, Eunice,
what the fuck were you thinking?

Well, I hope he's birdied the tenth.

I'll find those graves.

Sure you will.

You'll need a shovel.

What are we gonna do about Eunice
Clayton and her mass graves?

Bit "Mighty Whitey", wouldn't you
say?

Except she's black.
Except she's not African.

We've got a president who makes up
names for African countries.

Jane.

How many people, you think,
could pick out the DRC on a map?

Or Rwanda? Precisely?

It doesn't mean we shouldn't find
out.

It does if no-one cares.

We peddle stuff no-one cares about,

when we try and peddle
stuff they should, no-one will.

How many problems
we got out there already?

Syria, Korea, Israel,
Ukraine, Yemen.

How many we got sitting in our own
den?

Crime, inequality, political
corruption?

Stuff our people really do
need to know about right now.

We're talking about mass graves.
We certainly would be,

if she had found them in Minnesota.

No.

Krupke, we got troubles of our own.

That one they're going to have
to fix for themselves.

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