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Right. Uh, certainly.

- No. No, no, no. - What?

- No, you can't leave now. No. - I have to go now.

No, that would make you officially boring.

Just one more. Uno mas. Georgia.

Oh, you're awful women.

- You're terrible people. - All right, night, sir.

- Night, sir. - You're also both twats.

Hey.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh. - Oh, she's up.

Hey, Mumma's home.

Mumma's here.

Oh, shh, shh, shh.

How was your night?

It was good.

-I missed this little one, though. -Yeah.

Hand her over.

Hey. Here's Mumma.

- Yeah. - Baby.

Shh.

"V" is for Violet.

"V" is for Violet.

"V" is for very, very, very valuable Violet.

"V" is for Violet.

"V" is for very, very valuable Violet.

Why does that work?

I don't know.

"B" is for beautiful.

"G" is for go and make me some food, I'm starving.

Okay.

We should go.

What? A man is lying dead in front of you,

and you want us to pretend it did not happen?

What, would you had rather I got in the truck with him?

Who are you?

I'm out here looking for someone. He's in Kisima.

Look, w-we've been out of contact. We need to get

in touch with base, let them know where we are,

-Look, we can drive God knows how far, -and what our plans...

to the nearest police station and you can tell them I shot

a man who was trying to abduct me at gunpoint.

Or you can do the job you came here to do, and we can just go

to Kisima. Either way, we're fucking idiots if we stay here.

Let's go.

No, no, no, no.

We better take this.

- Tom. - Let's go.

That's weird.

What?

Normally people are so pleased to see us

we can barely get the doors open.

Something's happened.

This is Congo.

Something has always happened.

Welcome to Kisima.

Thanks.

There were no reports of militia on the radio.

Well, I guess they were wrong.

Okay. I'm going to go talk to him.

Hey, Fabrice, just...

Ca va. So, okay.

I told them who we were.

They said to carry on.

Who are they with?

The Mai-Mai.

They started off defending the territory

from Rwandan militia.

Some say they oppose our government,

but most of them left politics a long time ago.

This group? It's better not to ask too many questions.

What can I do?

Okay.

I thought you had other business here.

Yeah. I'm just offering to help.

We need our supplies inside.

We need to make a space here for anyone infected

to be kept away from the general population.

Make an isolation zone there,

keep them comfortable, get them on fluids.

There's some, uh, temporary bedding in the truck.

Okay.

Have you done it before?

Killed someone?

I was a captain...

in the Royal Artillery.

When I was serving, they didn't allow women near the front line,

but they trusted our tiny, female hands

to get the same training as everybody else, so.

Lucky old us.

You didn't answer my question.

No, Tom, I've never killed anyone before.

I'll start bringing the bedding in.

So Sankuru Airways Flight 19.

You survived the crash, didn't you?

- Mr. Arnason? - How did you find me?

There were 13 people on that flight

who were never positively DNA matched

with the remains found.

We checked every one of those names.

Phone details. Bank records.

We found transactions in your name.

Big cash withdrawals,

several days after the crash.

The bank cancelled the card,

assumed it had been stolen somehow, but it was you,

wasn't it, Mr. Arnason?

It's been a long time since I've been called that name.

- We. - Excuse me?

You keep saying "we."

"We found transactions in your account."

- Who is "we"? - Myself, and, um,

some people who used to work for me.

What kind of work are you in?

I used to be in military intelligence.

Funny.

I never talked about this,

but now it seems I talk about it all the time.

But I am glad to.

For so long, this has held me down,

the weight of what I know.

Sometimes, at night, I...

I can't catch my breath.

Well, there was a man on the flight.

I'm s... I'm sorry.

I don't understand you.

Aren't you here for me?

You said you knew what I'd done.

Yes. But I don't care as long as you tell me what happened.

Now, there was a man on the flight.

Uh, mid-30s, white.

Sorry. I... I don't remember.

A regional flight from Goma to Kinshasa,

on any given day there'd be no more than a handful

of white people. Think.

He might have been wearing an orange baseball cap.

Honestly, I-I try not to think of it at all.

When I do, when the images come to me,

they're blurry.

I can't really place anything.

Okay.

Okay, never mind.

Let's just talk about the flight, hmm?

You took your time.

Well, we had to let people know that we were here.

-Except the local headman is nowhere to be found. -Eh.

- So there's nobody in charge? - Not really.

And the atmosphere out there, it's not right.

Why?

- Because of the militia? - No, it's not just them.

It's something else.

So let's keep our heads down and finish our work.

Well, we're ready.

Perfect, then.

Okay.

Ooh.

Hi. H-Have you seen this man in this photo?

What the hell are you doing?

Well, I just asked him if he's seen the man in this photo.

No.

- What's he saying? - No.

- What's going on? - I just asked him a question.

I-I'm looking for somebody.

Get out of here.

- Get out of here. - That man knows something!

He-he recognizes the person in this photo.

- He can help me. - I don't care.

You wanted to come to Kisima? You are here.

But stay out of our way while we are doing our jobs.

- Do you understand that? - Okay.

- Sorry. - Do you?

- Go now! - Yeah, okay. I'm sorry.

Calm down.

Ca va, ca va.

Georgia...

Hope you enjoyed the silence.

Come on. It's about to be broken.

You okay?

You know why I asked you to kill that man?

This is why.

What we're about to do,

it's serious.

I need soldiers,

not children.

Mai-Mai! - Mai!

- Mai-Mai! - Mai!

Excuse me, have you seen this man?

Sorry, ha-have you seen...

Have you seen this man here, in this picture?

Excuse me.

Have you... Have you seen this man here?

Do you recognize this man here?

Mm-mm.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

What do you want?

I don't know what you're saying. I'm sorry. I don't speak...

What do you want?

Mm.

- G-Get off. - Hmm?

How could you say that to me?

Your feet are freezing. Get off.

That's why you're here, to warm them up.

Oh, my God, you're a bloody lizard.

- You love lizards. - Get off me, lizard.

- You love lizards. - I'm trying to sleep.

It's ten past 8:00.

- Really? - Yeah.

We must've tired her out yesterday.

She never sleeps this late.

Maybe she's making up for the last three months.

Yeah, it's definitely on.

I might go and check on her.

No, no. I'll do it.

- You sure? - 'Course.

Keep your feet warm.

Sleepyhead?

Hey, you...

Georgia!

Quickly! Georgia. Georgia, she's not breathing.

-She's not breathing! Oh, my God. -Violet!

Violet, wake up!

Will, call an ambulance.

Oh, wake up. Wake up, please, please, please.

Wake up, Violet. Open your eyes.

- Please, baby, please... - She's three months old.

Please open your eyes, Violet.

Open them. Please.

Any luck?

No. Not yet.

I'm good. I have some. Thank you.

I came to get that photo. Offer my help.

I'm don't think Louise would approve of that, do you?

Mm.

Yeah, no, she doesn't approve of much.

But look, you helped me, so... let me help you.

You don't know the language. I do.

Look, I really don't want to get you into trouble.

I can handle Louise.

It's not Louise. I just got stopped by the militia.

One of them threw me on the ground.

It's like they wanted something.

His friend stopped him. And he said something like, um...

It was something like...

- apana imagee? - Uh-huh?

Apana ima something?

-S... No, I'm s... That doesn't mean anything to me. -No.

That's not what he said. I-I ca... I-I wasn't paying attention

'cause I didn't know what they were gonna do.

Well, all the more reason to stick with us.

You know? Safety in numbers and all that.

It's...

She's asking to see the-the photograph.

The photograph of the man.

Of course.

Oui.

She knows this man.

This man killed her husband.

Killed her husband?

He was here. Uh...

He came to this village a-a day

or so ago, and he came with men. Uh, soldiers, uh...

The militia here are with him.

And they came to kill her husband.

This man, uh, Bello,

he made a girl do it, a-a young girl.

Oh, God. Why?

There's a mine here. A-a coltan mine.

So, her husband,

he-he ran the, uh,

the operations for, uh, uh, Pieter Bello.

The, uh... the mine that her husband helped Pieter Bello run,

where is it?

Listen, I appreciate it.

You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, Tess.

Thank you.

Well, this man's late 30s,

- early 40s. - Does he have the stars?

Mr. Arnason.

Please.

Please stop calling me that.

All right. Ariel.

You described a man with two gold stars on his epaulettes.

You're sure about that, are you not?

Yes. Yes, I remember that definitely.

Well, then please assume that I won't waste your time

describing someone who doesn't have that insignia.

Okay.

Heavy brows, brown eyes,

thickset, his head's shaved.

But, of course, he could've had it, uh, cut before

or after the...

picture was taken.

This is useless. We've been through

your list twice already.

I don't know.

But think.

Even the tiniest physical detail.

You also saw him in the newspaper.

It wasn't a newspaper. It was...

They don't really have them in that part of the Congo.

It was...

four sheets of home-printed A4.

- It won't be on any record anywhere.

- We're wasting our time. - Mr. Arnason...

Uh, Ariel...

You remember the stars on the uniform.

Now, the man you saw handing what was a bomb

to a woman on the plane was a major general.

Now, if you're right about that insignia,

he was in the Air Force.

Now, that narrows

our search down to 30, maybe 40 men.

Believe me, I want to help.

Honestly.

But I cannot identify a man I can no longer see.

Well...

Well, you have helped.

Thanks to you, I now have more information than I had before.

And you believe me?

Yes, I do.

You say that. Like it's so simple.

But you know my real name. You know what I've done.

You had your reasons for keeping your silence.

Believe me, I understand.

More than you could ever know.

We make snap decisions.

Fraction of a second.

Then we have to live by them.

All the messy consequences.

Well, I appreciate your time.

I have your number if I need to talk to you again.

What do I do now?

Go home.

Just wait, that's all I'm asking.

Wait until I can come with you.

Tom, trust me, I'll be fine.

You can't go into the rain forest by yourself, you lunatic.

Look, please, I'm serious.

It's not safe.

Georgia. You...

Please.

You don't go off anywhere out here on your own.

Do you know where that phrase comes from?

There was this old English law

that said a man could legally beat his wife with a stick

as long as the stick was no thicker than his thumb.

- Times have changed. - Yeah.

I can handle myself, Tom, really.

H-Hang on. Hang on.

Oh, God.

Look, I kept this.

Um, do you want to take it?

I don't think that's a good idea.

-Better off if they think I'm with you. -Yes, yes, that's it.

They should leave a doctor alone.

Should. I...

You're walking towards a man who had someone killed.

And what you going to do when you find him?

I'm going to ask him where my husband is.

Be careful.

I think I'm way past that, don't you?

- Hey. - Hey.

You were gone a while.

Was I?

One of these days you're gonna go for a walk

and not come back.

Sorry.

There's no need.

All right?

Hey.

What the hell is this?

It's estate agents selling houses.

I have no idea why I watch this shit.

Did you do this?

Yeah. Sorry.

You know, it calms me.

For some reason.

The way it calmed her when you drew it on her back.

I know it's stupid.

It's not stupid.

Hey.

You know, Angela said she'd see you.

- Whenever you want. - Therapy's not gonna help.

That guy you saw

with your parents, he was no good.

Not all therapists are the same.

- They can't say anything. - It's not about what they say.

Georgia, it's about you...

just saying anything.

Like what?

It's been six months.

We have to try and live our lives.

We have to try.

Who are you?

I'm a doctor.

Come.

Move.

Look, I'm no threat to you or anybody.

If you just let me go, I won't cause any trouble.

Move. He needs your help.

It's a bullet wound.

Yes.

There's a...

there's fragments of bullet still left in there.

We need to get them out.

He says okay.

Sorry. Sorry.

What was that about?

Asking how long we were going to be here.

Why?

I did not wait to find out.

My throat feels like sandpaper.

You need to drink more.

You need to talk less.

- But we can't have everything, can we?

Oh, Louise. You ever think about being, I don't know...

- a nicer person? - Ooh.

It is not about being nice.

There are simply more important things in life.

And anyway, I'm nice. I'm here, aren't I?

Just because you do good things doesn't make you a nice person.

But doing bad things makes you a bad person,

so I don't see why not.

We're done here. We should get going.

We're not scheduled to move on until tomorrow.

With the militia around?

I'd rather not wait.

Well...

- What? - What about Georgia?

What about her?

The woman lied about who she was.

- Okay. - She shot a man in front of us.

- She's our responsibility. - Mm-hmm.

She wanted a ride out here.

She got one.

She's more than capable of taking care of herself.

-We've all seen that. -Well, we can't just leave her out there.

Why?

Why are you so keen to move on?

Because otherwise we are just standing still, aren't we?

Love you.

Fuck you.

You have to keep it clean.

Change this every day, each day.

And, um, take one of these. One in the morning

and once in the evening, okay?

I understand. I tell him.

Apana hivo. Ingine. Ingine.

- What did you say? - He confuses.

He thinks bandages twice a day, pills once.

- I tell him no, the other one. - But you said, um...

- "Apana hivo. Ingine"? - Yes.

This means, "You've got it wrong.

The other one."

You go now.

- Eh! - Not that way.

I need to talk to Pieter Bello.

Militia everywhere that way.

Go back to where you came from.

Decided to come back then?

You're "the other one," aren't you?

- They were looking for you. - What are you talking about?

"Apana hivo. Ingine."

The militia guy.

He said, "You got it wrong. The other one."

They were talking about you.

That's bullshit.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

All right, let's go ask them.

- Come on. - Hey, stop! Stop!

- Let's go. - Okay, okay.

You want to know. Okay, poutin.

My mother has dementia.

Round the clock care she needs. She deserves it,

and no one else can pay, so, one day,

someone comes to me, they offer me money.

What am I supposed to do?

They offered you money for what?

You've heard of coltan?

It's in every smartphone, laptop...

Yeah, I've heard of colton. There's a mine north of here.

Owned by the government,

so, whenever I come through these parts,

I load up one of the vehicles with coltan

and take it across the border to Rwanda.

You do what I do, the border guards tend to leave you alone.

Yeah. No sense harassing the good guys, right?

Fuck you. I love what I do, but I'm paid nothing.

So, yes, I guess I'm a bad person who does good things.

What did the militia want with you?

They wanted me to go to the mine

and meet with Pieter Bello.

How do you know him?

He's the one who paid me. He's the one

-smuggling the coltan out of the mine. -But you knew

I was looking for him! You saw the photo, you said nothing.

Why should I? I don't know you. I don't owe you a thing.

He knows where my husband is. Will Mason.

- You heard that name before? - Nothing.

I swear, I met Pieter a few times, at most.

He came to me, made me an offer, I said yes.

That's it. I've told you what I know.

- So, where are you going? - Get some rest.

We need to get moving tomorrow at first light.

- No. Hold on. - What?

You need to do something for me.

Like what?

Help me get to Pieter Bello.

Why should I help you?

Because he knows where my husband is.

You're asking the wrong person.

I have my own problem, Georgia.

You know what? I'm your problem now.

If you don't want me to start telling the people

that you work for what you've been up to,

then you're gonna do what I say. Do you understand?

Mr. Helgason?

The front desk told me you were here.

- It's Martin. - I recognized the footsteps.

Your posh English shoes. You could tap-dance in those.

Hmm.

I'm sorry. I'm confused. Why are you here?

It's just that...

It's just that now, between meeting Beatrix

and then you turning up here...

If there is a God, then he is trying to speak to me.

And it's not just a sign. It's a handwritten invitation.

An invitation to what?

To the DRC. I want to come with you to Kinshasa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Just a minute.

Ariel, come with me a minute.

This is not an option.

I remember his voice.

The man who gave that woman the laptop.

I remember it as clear as anything.

We go out there, and you can narrow down the list

of people it might be.

I can listen to his voice.

Ariel, this is madness.

Look, I'm not proud of the man I used to be.

You want to find your friend's husband. Me?

I just want to do what I should have done a long time ago.

I want this man who downed that airplane,

who murdered all those people, to be brought to justice.

Yeah, why didn't you just say that?

- Yeah, you're right. - Hmm.

I-I have no proof of what happened.

- I only have my word. - Hmm.

And how is your going to Kinshasa going to change that?

I-I can sit with him.

I can sit with him... This man, this general.

Ariel...?

He executed a plane full of innocent people.

And when he finds out I exist,

he won't hesitate try and do the same with me.

Oh, so you just want to make yourself bait

for a mass murderer?

Yes. I wish to atone.

Hmm.

Please.

I had no

idea what she was doing.

But whenever we were in Goma,

she would always pop over the Rwandan border to Giseny.

Said she was seeing someone. I...

Believe me, please, if I had any thought that she was...

You didn't know. It wasn't your fault.

Oh, you think you know someone, but you never can tell, can you?

Take you, for example.

I mean, no offense, but I never would have taken you

for an army captain.

You're gonna be okay, right?

Sure, yeah.

Louise Chartrain. Pieter Bello is expecting me.

Sit down.

She's here.

Okay.

Ingia.

- Louise. How are you? - I've been better.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - I was sorry to hear

that you shot the man who runs your operations for you here.

Kalehe. He didn't run anything.

He ran his mouth off.

Nothing for you to worry about.

And how do I know you are not going to do the same to me?

That's what I want to talk to you about.

There's been a change of ownership.

I'm running this place now.

As far as we're concerned, nothing changes.

If you're near, we'll arrange

a trip for you to Rwanda in a nice, decent-sized vehicle.

I don't know. I feel like it's getting out of control.

The trouble has passed, I promise you.

You know there is a white woman in Kisima asking about you.

- What woman? - Georgia Wells.

She is looking for you and a man called Will.

And she's in Kisima now?

I just left her there.

You head back there right now,

and you make sure she doesn't leave.

You keep up this kind of work

and you have nothing to worry about.

I hope so.

There's a white woman in Kisima I need you to take care of.

Take five men with you.

I did it.

I just hope your man Will is worth it.

Georgie.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, no, no. Don't cry, you're okay.

- Oh, God, you must hate me. - No.

No. No, I don't hate you.

I'm bloody furious at you, though.

That you thought that this was somehow...

I didn't plan it. I just...

I just... It just hit me all at once

that I was never gonna see her again.

Just promise me never again. Okay?

I'm here, Georgie.

The two of us, we need to stay together.

We're all we have.

I love you, Georgie.

You'll be okay, all right?

What have you done with my husband?