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This way. This way, this way.

Did you know he was here?

You're Delia?

Hi.

I have to warn you, because what you're about to see

might be hard to take.

Abasi Ngoy and his brother Tresor.

These are the men who robbed the victim.

They come from a-a district that is extremely poor.

Where a hundred dollars can last you for months.

Let alone a computer.

Merci.

They fired at my officers. So they had to retaliate.

These men are part of the Kulunas gang.

Very violent.

What is confusing for us

is that if it was a robbery, even a violent one,

why there were cigarette marks on Josh's eyelids?

We found traces under Mr. Moore's fingernails...

that show that he tried to resist.

So, we can assume the robbers became impatient.

-Mm. -Mm.

A crime of opportunity.

A tourist with potentially expensive goods,

walking through a neighbourhood like Matete...

-This is bullshit. -Shh, shh, shh.

Please. Go ahead.

No, enough of this.

You think we will believe this,

and then go home, and let you close the case.

But a man has died here.

People die here every day.

Now, his backpack was found

in the possession of the culprit.

I need you to sign here

so I can release Mr. Moore's things.

Huh.

Thank you.

A phone... a wallet, and a backpack.

This isn't his wallet.

Take a look.

It contains his driving license, credit cards,

family photograph.

Look, there is no mystery to solve here.

Your friend underestimated the dangers of Kinshasa.

He was my boyfriend. I know that this wasn't his wallet.

-You've been... -Let's go, let's go.

Case is closed.

Delia, what the fuck?

-You blew that. -I blew it?

Didn't you notice that he was just putting on a little show

just to intimidate us?

Did it ever occur to you that perhaps

I was letting him incriminate himself?

That guy was never gonna tell us the truth.

But his lies,

we could have used those as leverage down the line.

I'm sorry if I don't have your natural knack for manipulation.

That is unfair and you know it.

Josh is like family to me.

Well, then, you know what his real wallet looks like.

And why it was so important to him.

Yeah.

I bought the wallet for his father as a gift.

Okay.

There was a lot I didn't know a-about Josh yet.

But I do know that...

That wallet was like a lucky charm,

he would rather have lost an eye.

You have to understand, there are other ways of working.

There is value in listening,

which is precisely what I was trying

to do before you messed everything up.

Delia...

-We are on the same side. -Josh is dead because of you.

So we're not on the same side.

We never will be.

I will mourn Josh in my own time.

Josh did understand the cost of finding out the truth.

So the moment that he got on that plane,

he accepted that that was a possibility.

He died as a journalist.

If you are gonna follow in his path,

please don't act like a bull in a China shop.

Because let me tell you, those people,

they will go to any length to silence the truth.

Thanks for the pep talk.

You need it.

Hey.

-How is Josh's mom? -Broken.

But I promised her that...

that we will stay here until he's ready to go home.

What happened at the police station?

The men they claimed did it, they're both conveniently dead.

Why would they torture...

Now, all we have is his rucksack,

his phone, and this wallet, which isn't even his.

I have nothing.

Maybe, maybe not nothing, Delia.

I texted Josh's local contact.

-Claude? -Yes.

When I find out what happened to him...

who killed him,

who decided that he had to die, and why...

-Claude? -Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Aaron. We texted.

-Nice to meet you. -Delia.

Uh, thanks for agreeing to meet us.

And, um...

Yeah, anything that you can tell us is helpful.

Look, we know that Josh and you,

you talked for a long time, so...

we can only assume that he trusted you.

-Because he... -Why should I trust you?

Because we're here.

Because we haven't gone back home.

Perhaps you should.

It is not safe for you here.

I don't care about safety.

Only a privileged person

would be foolish enough to think that.

Okay, Claude, we know that the Rina Air flight

that Steve Lush was on was shot down.

We know about the satellite images,

the missiles that they're linked to Ivanov

and that he's involved with the murder of coltan miners.

So, I'm asking, begging, really,

if you remotely cared about Joshua...

Did you know that just six years ago

Lusamba used to drive taxis, too?

Look around you.

This is where Lusamba held his first rally.

And for a long time, this was his campaign headquarters.

-I did help Joshua. -We know that...

But every time I help someone, they end up dying.

But Lusamba, this whole movement,

we have come too far together.

I need to look at the future.

We are too close now to get distracted by the past.

No matter how unfair that may be.

We are on the cusp of something here.

A new way for the Congo.

One free of corruption and foreign influences.

If Lusamba wins this election,

the Russians will have to leave.

But until then, you are not safe here.

Wait, Claude, if you don't help us,

then Josh died for nothing.

I came here to warn you.

Go home.

If you used my birthday, I will never forgive you.

Did Joshua ever lose things?

Yeah, he did.

I think he got a tracker sent into his wallets.

So when they swapped it out and gave us

this piece of crap instead, somebody fucked up.

Big time.

Enigma Club?

You're crazy.

Okay, we'll both go in. I'll, uh, try to spot him.

Keep an eye on me. You got the phone?

-Yeah. -Great.

Uh, if the tracker moves, follow it.

What's up, guy?

Hey, hello. How are you?

Do you want to buy me a drink?

No?

You saw him?

I found a guy with Joshua's wallet.

But that's not Ivanov.

Okay.

Wait. What are you doing?

I'm gonna find out more about him.

He's a good-looking guy in a club, it'll be easy.

-Trust me. -But, but...

We don't know... We don't know they...

No, I know him. Hi!

I'm Anna.

Sure you are. Then I'm Henry.

Sure you are.

So who are you? Are you famous or something?

Not yet. But maybe soon.

-Maybe soon. -What?

-Maybe soon. -I can't hear you.

Why, are you a musician?

A model?

I work for the future president of this country.

Lusamba?

Right.

Hey, why don't we just stop lying to ourselves...

and just, uh, skip to the point?

Depends on what that is.

That I hate places like this.

When I come in, all I wanna do is leave.

Yet, here you are.

Well, I was going to leave, but... then I saw you.

My friends will be disappointed.

I think they'll get over it.

Let's see.

Nice to meet you, Omar Fidele.

Nice wallet.

It's a gift.

Delia!

It's fine.

You know this guy?

He's a friend from the NGO

who thinks he has to look after me, but he doesn't.

She's alright. Goodnight.

♪ I've got big things you can come to my crib ♪

♪ Big-g-g-ger

♪ Big-g-g-ger bigger

♪ Big-g-g-ger

♪ Big-g-g-ger big car ♪

♪ Big gal big house ♪

♪ Big cash big mind ♪

♪ Big ego big man big things ♪♪♪

Hey, hey, hey!

I'll be right back.

Fuck! Fuck.

Can I get a drink?

Coming right up.

You've got a really nice place.

-Vodka, it's okay? -Yeah.

Have you just moved in?

Something like that.

So you've got all your past lives in these boxes?

What are you trying to get at?

Oh, well...

I just wanna know who the guy is in the VIP area of the club

who orders champagne...

has an expensive watch, a snakeskin wallet.

I'll just say, I'm a man full of mysteries.

Well, I'd like to uncover them.

Maybe some... ice first.

Um, I'll give another 100 if you wait for me, okay?

-Okay. -Great.

-You okay? -Yeah.

-Yeah. -Hm.

Now, we have access to all the contents of that man's phone.

Take us to the Ambassador Hotel, please, yeah?

Thank you.

Mm. Yeah, we're in.

I'm sending you the data now.

Okay, L-Lucas, please, uh, let me log in, too,

so we can explore together.

Uh, let's start with the basics.

I'm going to create a full scan of the phone.

That way, if he gets suspicious,

we'll have a full forensic backup before he wipes it.

I'll take a look at his, uh, texts.

Are we doing keyword searches, or...

No, no, we don't know what we're looking for.

Uh, not exactly.

So, uh, let's just do this the old-fashioned way.

That might take a while.

Well, it's good thing Delia and Aaron are still sleeping, then.

Come on, it's the least we can do.

Yes.

Omar...

I hope you have a good data plan.

Alright.

Here is what we know.

More likely than not, um, "Moscow" is Boris Ivanov.

The texts between him and Omar suggest

that Ivanov, uh, has paid Omar

for what he called "a press pass."

-Yeah, for Lusamba's junket. -Wait, wait, wait.

But I-I thought the whole Ivanov

journalist story was bullshit.

Yeah, of course, but Lusamba

doesn't suspect it, and he won't,

because Ivanov is probably credited

as a journalist by his friend Omar.

Uh, wait a moment.

Take a look at the-the photos.

Look, Omar may just be an opportunist

because everything we've read on the phone just suggests

that Omar's simply, uh, arranging access.

In return for what? A bribe?

Uh, Omar called it a fee, and, uh, it's a pretty big one.

More than $50,000.

You'd never pay that just for a press pass.

-No. -Why would he do that?

Because they're going to kill Lusamba... aren't they?

Uh...

Oh.

Uh, when is the press junket?

-Uh, it's already started. -Where?

Kinshasa Convention Centre.

Maya.

Hey! These-these two, they're with me.

Show me.

He found it.

The junket will be in the conference suite.

It's not far.

You sure you can get us access?

Oh, yes, I'm not worried about that. It's this, look.

We are asking Lusamba to cancel today's junket,

and maybe tonight's rally on the eve of the election.

That's like asking Mandela

to cancel his liberation speech back in 1990.

It is not easy.

If he does the interview, there will be no presidency.

Okay. Come.

Hi. I need to speak to Mr. Lusamba.

Maya Jansen.

You're not on my list.

-George, George! -Maya?

-Good to see you. -Good to see you, too.

I think there's been an oversight.

I'm not on the list.

Oh.

This is Maya Jansen. You can let her in.

Thank you.

Sorry, not you. Only her.

I'll come back.

Okay, yes.

Forgive me. Uh, Maya Jansen.

I know who you are. And I am honoured.

-Ladies, excuse us. -Alright.

Forgive me.

To what do I owe the pleasure of your surprise visit?

Is it possible to speak to you somewhere more privately?

Here will be just fine. We're among friends.

Um, I'm sorry, but perhaps everything is not as it seems.

What do you mean?

We have reasons to believe that there's a journalist

here with a fake identity.

Omar Fidele has provided a press pass for Boris Ivanov,

who is not a journalist.

You need to cancel the junket.

-No. -No?

Mr. Lusamba, please, I need you...

-Do you hear that? -Yes.

People have camped out overnight.

Some, I'm told, have been there for days.

I understand...

Asked your friend this morning why he thought that was.

He told me, "Because they love you."

But I don't think that's the case.

Candidate Lusamba, please.

They may feel some affection, certainly.

But far more powerful is the fact they are angry.

Because every other political option

leads them straight back to the old ways.

The old corruptions. The old guard.

So no.

The only thing I have to do

is listen to my people outside.

I do understand.

But your security, Omar Fidele...

He's a loyal friend who made disappointing decisions.

And I will talk to him personally

about his indiscretion.

But I trust him.

And I am certain this journalist

you describe poses no threats.

With the deepest respect, we believe that he does.

You are in danger.

Jackie.

Miss Jansen says we have a Boris Ivanov with us today?

Oh, yes.

-Go find him, please. -Okay.

Mr. Ivanov? Is there a Mr. Ivanov here?

-Here. -You're up next.

That's not him.

That's not the guy from the missing truck.

Mr. Ivanov.

Would it be presumptive of me to call you president?

Please. I'll be with you shortly.

What is he doing?

-An interview. -What?

Is it possible that you guys are wrong?

Fuck.

I'm sorry. Can you wait with Lusamba?

Delia!

That's him! That's Ivanov!

Follow that black SUV.

Delia!

-Hey, that's him. -What?

Get in!

What is our plan here?

Uh, I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Let's figure it out together.

Whatever you do, don't lose him.

-Please, take a seat. -Thank you, Mr. President.

I'm grateful for you bringing our appointment forward.

Le Doute is but a small publication.

I'd expected to sit outside all day.

Consider me curious.

That suits me fine, because you can consider me impatient.

We can speak en Français if you prefer.

-No, English is fine. -Madame!

-Hey, hey! -Please, please.

This is a restricted area, madame.

You can't go in.

Have a seat. Please.

Wait, wait! Back up, back up!

-You-you just missed the car. -We've lost the car.

Sir, we've lost the car.

Take the first exit and follow the SUV.

-Sir? -We-we're losing him!

-Hey, do you hear us? -Hey, stop!

-Hey! -Where are you going?

Infrastructural projects that serve our poorest residents

are of course one of the key tenets of my programme.

-Have you read our proposals? -Indeed.

Now, if you don't mind,

I thought we might move on to your economic policy.

I have a few questions about

what you see as the DRC's ongoing role

in its various trade organizations.

You know, I've had days of these interviews,

and finally some real substance.

Please. Carry on.

-Sir? -Hey!

Dude, why are you ignoring us?

You know? You know what, sir.

He's not talking to us.

The doors are locked! The doors are fucking locked.

Why the fuck did you lock the doors?

-Okay, okay, you know what? -Stop the car!

-Stop the car! -Hello?

Thank you for the clarification.

Will that be all?

One more thing.

I was wondering...

Would you kindly sign your book for me?

Yes, of course. Of course, absolutely.

What is going on here? Sir?

Sir, who are you? Who are those people?

-What do you want from us? -Hey, we asked you a question!

-We have to wait. -Wait-wait for what?

-We can get you money. -We're no threat.

We have everything. We can, we can negotiate.

Whatever you want.

If you do something, you're in a lot of trouble, okay?

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God! -Jesus, God!

-Be quiet. -What do you mean, be quiet?

Holy shit! Do you know

what you just, what you just cost us?

We had him!

Claude, we fucking had him!

We were following Ivanov! And you fucking ruined it!

No, you did!

The second you started running around investigating.

I know you think you're being smart, but I can assure you,

you're being pretty damn conspicuous.

What do you... What do you mean, conspicuous?

Shit.

You had us under surveillance?

Oh, you make it sound so grand.

This is just me and my friends keeping an eye out.

But if we can do it, what do you think

your Russian friend can do?

With all his money and powerful interests?

If we hadn't intervened, what exactly was your plan?

Slam into Ivanov's car?

Knock him off the road? And then what?

What happens when he pulls out his weapon

or call in his friends?

I told you once, but you wouldn't listen.

So I had to show you.

You are not safe here!

So go and publish your story. Tell the world.

But please, just do it somewhere else.

-Yeah. -We already got your luggage.

I'll take you to the airport.

You've taken everything we had.

Claude, we had one lead!

I might have just saved your life.

But you can thank me later.

-Chief? -Chief!

-Let me in! -Stay back, stay back.

Stay back!

Mr. President? Mr. President?

Don't take pictures.

No, no, no. Don' take pictures.

-Let's go. -Don't take pictures.

Today, we're devastated to announce the loss

of our colleague and Kollective co-founder, Joshua Moore.

I could tell you about all the ways Joshua was remarkable.

I could tell you how his optimism, his hope

were such rare qualities.

But I think I'll just say this...

Joshua was my friend. I loved him.

And he didn't deserve to die like this.

We've been investigating his death in Kinshasa

and we have much to report in the coming days.

So, consider this the beginning of that conversation.

Because it cannot possibly be the end.

Whatever they throw at us, we will fight back.

If they play dirty, which they will, they should know...

we will fight fire with fire.

There might be lots of them.

But there are fucking millions of us.