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Molisho!

What are you doing?

Running.

If they find you...

Are you going to stop me?

Oh, God.

Hello?

Who is this?

Georgia?

Wha...

What's happened?

Someone killed Emmanuel.

They sent a rental car
for me, and...

and there was a bomb in it.

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

No. No, I'm fine.

Right. I want you to get on
the first plane out of there

- and get back here now.
- No.

It isn't just
about Will anymore.

It's about Emmanuel.

I'm going to Kisima tomorrow
with Judith.

That's not a good idea.

Look, I know what you think
of me being out here,

but things have changed.
My friend is dead.

I need to find Pieter Bello
and I need you to help me.

Please, Martin.

Mr. Helgason.

Thank you for coming in
on such short notice.

Of course.

Uh, when we met,
we discussed the criteria

we needed for the trial.

We are, uh, looking
for specific qualities,

specific conditions, in patients

that will indicate results
best to help our research.

And, um, I'm sorry,
but in your instance,

we will not be able
to perform the surgery.

I don't understand.

Well, the-the damage
to the optic nerve,

um, there are parameters. Yeah?

And other patients who fit these
parameters more closely...

Well, okay,
so you've changed the rules.

You are afraid
I will affect your results.

Well, I wish, Mr. Helgason,
that I had better news.

There are
a number of other trials,

other surgeons working
in this field.

Yeah, but none of them are you.

I am not a religious man.
Not anymore.

But then, I hear of you.

A man who works miracles, a man
who gives sight to the blind.

And I fly here
with money I don't have,

and I am reminded once again

of why I decided that faith was
a waste of my damn time.

Listen, I...

- Okay?
- Hey!

Oh, shit.

Thank you.

Hey, uh...

Hi, I'm checking in, Kinshasa...

Pardon.

It's-it's okay. It's okay.
Um, excusez-moi.

Pardonnez-moi.

Ow.

Ow.

Ouch.

I know. It's burned to a crisp.

I was, uh, I was wearing
a long-sleeved T-shirt,

but, um, well,
it was really hot outside,

so I rolled up the sleeves.

Uh, hi, I'm Mikael.
I'm an idiot.

Dominique.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, uh...

Oh...

Um...

Madam-Mademoiselle, um,
your bag, uh, le sac.

Uh, beep, beep.

Alarm.

Your seat.

Oh, um...

How many times have I told you?

The window is open.

I can smell that bloody thing
from upstairs.

Put it out.

You know it's not good
for your hay fever.

What's going on with you?

Georgia called again.

What happened?

Things have got complicated.

She needs your help?

Yeah.

Well, for Christ's sakes,
help her.

If anyone has
the resources, it's you.

She is convinced that Will

is somehow still alive,
and she's wrong.

Except you're starting
to wonder if she isn't.

Someone died in a car bomb
that was meant for her.

But she won't come back.

My God, she's stubborn.

She's been on her own
for too long.

You're not the reason
for that, love.

You have to stop
blaming yourself.

Well, I didn't help her
when she needed me.

Well, you can sit here
feeling sorry for yourself,

or you can get up off
of your arse and help.

Either way,
put that bloody thing out.

It's around here.

Sorry?

Uh, this is the route he took,

coming the other way,
Goma to Kinshasa,

but he would have
gone over this.

Somewhere there, that's where
Will's plane went down.

It's hard to imagine.

It's so beautiful,

but there's such darkness
beneath it.

Ah. Ah.

I thought you were dead.

I thought...
Oh, I can't believe it.

- Oh.
- I can't believe it.

- The two of us.
- Yeah.

- I can't believe it.
- Yeah.

The plane.

No, no. No, no.

There is...

there is no one alive here.

There is no one.

C-Can you walk?

Sure, just about.

We need to get out of here.

But... maybe we should,
maybe we should wait till light.

No. We must find the rest
of the plane.

- Yeah.
- See if, uh,

if anyone else survived.
Come. Can-can you?

- Yeah. I'm fine.
- Okay.

- So fine.
- Okay.

Good news, it looks like someone
will take you today.

Great. Who?

You know, uh,
all the NGOs in this area,

they-they all
look after each other,

so I put word out and it seems
like there's a medical truck

heading through Kisima,
measles vaccination program.

I told them you were
a journalist,

writing about their work
in the region.

Thank you.

Eh! Bonjour.

- Hello!
- Hello.

He did them on that trip.

On that last trip?

Yeah.

Oh, God, it was the biggest
bastard of a storm.

Will got stuck in the office.

There was no phone, no Internet.

So he drew those.

I couldn't take them down.

Would you mind
if I kept this one?

Oh, my God, of course.

Look, the militia groups
out where you're going,

they should leave you be,
and as far as they're concerned,

you're out there
vaccinating against disease,

- but I can't guarantee anything.
- I know.

I really appreciate
you getting me here.

I don't know what you're
gonna find out there,

but Will meant a lot to me,

and that's the only reason why
I haven't told you this...

Christ knows maybe
it's best not to, but...

What?

Jud... what are you
talking about?

I don't want you
to think that I've held

anything back from you, okay?

I heard there was a woman.

Apparently it happened
a few months before the crash.

I don't think it was anything
serious, not for Will,

except that the woman
was the wife of a general

in the Congolese army,
and apparently,

Will was terrified
that he might find out.

I'm sorry.

And... and he t... he told you.

Um...

Did Will tell you
he was having an affair?

No.

But when you work with someone,
you hear things...

Right, so it was a rumor.

You don't know.

They were seen having supper
together, so...

Yeah, but that's
office gossip, Judith.

That's people stirring the pot

because they're bored.

He wouldn't.
He wouldn't do that.

Just listen for a minute, okay?

If someone has taken Will
prisoner...

then why?

What if he did dishonor
this general?

What has that got to do
with a crashed plane?!

And how the hell my husband
walked off it alive?

I know. And I want answers,
just like you do.

But I also want you
to know the truth.

But I want to tell you
everything.

You know, you want answers.

You have to ask questions.

I think you should go back
to work.

- Where are we going?
- No idea.

You should ask fewer questions,
Adidja.

It's easier that way.

Francais?

My Swahili's for shit.

That's what happens
when you rely on translators.

English?

- Some.
- So how did you learn?

Radio? TV?

The UN.

There was a station near
my village...

a long time ago.

I have a daughter
about your age.

It was her birthday
the other day.

I sent her a present.

A little plastic kitchen.

Her mother...

Bitch sent it back.

She said I don't understand
what she likes.

Too young for her.

So she wrapped up something...

told my daughter it was from me.

This, all of this is for her.

Protecting someone's innocence
is... is an ugly business.

I saw you let your friend go.

It's okay.

I won't tell anyone.

Thank you.

What's your name?

- Adidja.
- Adidja.

Adidja, listen to me.

When we get where we're going,
you're going to do something

for me the same way
I did something for you.

Okay?

You must be Georgia.

Yeah.

Tom Jenson.

Hashtag doctor, hashtag legend.

You're one of those.

Who do you write for?

Whoever writes me a check.

Right.

You're off then.

- Uh, Judith.
- Tom.

I hope you don't mind me
calling in this favor

- with your supervisor.
- It's fine. Really.

- You'll look after her, yeah?
- Of course. As long as you know

where you're going out there,
it's not a problem.

Yeah, right.

We ready?

I am.

Don't do anything silly, okay?

- I need answers.
- Me, too.

- Hi. I'm Georgia.
- Fabrice.

Welcome, Georgia.

Let's get going.

This is Louise,
our project coordinator.

Don't take offense at her.

She's been doing this forever.

Too many years out here,
she's forgotten how to be nice.

Right, are we going or what?

You speak French?

- Not really.
- Oh.

Probably for the best.

- Is the first stop Kisima?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. About four
or five hours from here.

Or, usually.

But if you don't like
French hip-hop,

it'll feel like ten.

Don't touch me!

How's the pain?

Ah...

you mean the sunburn?

It's getting better.

Oh. I...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Can you try to go further?

God knows how long
we've been walking.

We've seen no one, nothing.

I'm sorry.

I just feel... feel so weak.

Yeah. We need
to get you some water.

Uh, how-how...
how do you feel?

Tired, scared.

But lucky.

It is a miracle
that we are even here.

God is...
God is looking down on us.

Well...

he didn't look out enough.

Did you see what happened?

No. I just heard the explosion.

It was a woman.

Near the front. Pregnant.

She had a laptop, and...

when she... when she opened it,

it just...

boom.

- Wha...?
- I...

I saw her before.

She was...
she was given the bag.

I-I don't believe she knew
what was inside.

This is crazy.

Come on.

- Make a move.
- No, no, you.

Even if we find some shelter.

Y-You go, you go.

You go. You can walk
much further than I c...

I can.

- I'll only slow you down.
- No.

No. I am not going without you.

- Come!
- Please, please, please.

Please.

I want you to go.

- Please go.
- Okay.

I will get someone.

I will, I will get help.

I'll find someone.

When you get out of here,
you'll-you'll tell them.

Tell them about the woman.

And the laptop.

People... people need to know
what happened here.

I will.

Dominique.

Please...

please remember the aftersun.

Help.

No. No.

Ah, you're finally awake, sir.

I'm sorry, my...

I'm sorry, my French
is not so good.

- You are English?
- No.

Icelandic.

Ah. It's good to see you awake.

I am Dr. Pascal Bourg.

Mikael.

Nice to meet you, Mikael.

You are in Heal Africa
Hospital in Goma.

You were not a well man
when you came in.

Internal bleeding.

We had to drain the blood
with a chest tube.

We made a transfusion.
I found five broken ribs,

your lungs had collapsed,
and a...

severely lacerated kidney.

This, I am afraid,
we had to remove.

And yet here you are, hmm?

Tha... Thank you.

We have a surgeon here,
Monsieur Mgala.

He is who you should thank.

But as the local
do-gooding European,

I get to be the one to tell you.

How do you feel?

I... I feel great.

No, it... it hurts.

It hurts when I breathe.

And... and it hurts

when I don't breathe, too.

But, Doctor...

my eyes.

I can't...

I can't see properly

out the front, Doc.

It's just... it's a blur.

Okay, just stay as still
as you can for me, hmm?

I cannot be sure,
but I think perhaps it is

the beginning
of a retinal hemorrhage.

Both eyes, I would say.

You will need
to be transferred to Kinshasa

when it is safe to move you.

Now, tell me,
is there someone we can call?

- Hmm?
- Dominique.

Is she here?

Who? Is she a patient
at this hospital?

No. From the flight.

Sankuru.

She was on the plane.
Dominique.

Do you mean her?

She died?

Yes.

Why?

She... she was not seen
at this hospital.

I do not know more
than the news tells us.

What happened to you?

They say you were found
in the middle of the forest.

Mikael, can I ask you something?

Were you in that plane?

I lied.

And from that day on,
Mikael Aranson died.

I became Ariel.

The man in the paper
was the same one I saw

in the airport.

He handed a bag to that woman.

In that bag was a laptop

that blew a hole in the plane
and killed 85 people.

Who was he?

The paper didn't give a name.

But I knew...

I knew I couldn't tell anyone
what happened to me.

Dominique had barely a scratch
on her when she left me.

The paper said she died
of her injuries.

And is that so impossible?

You didn't see her.

I did.

Do you... do you think
she was killed?

How better to make sure
no one could tell the truth?

In the newspaper it said
a technical failure,

nothing about a bomb.

I may not be a smart man,
but I'm not a stupid one.

I checked out of that hospital
as soon as I possibly could.

And when I managed
to get across the border...

they said it was too late.

The retinas in both my eyes
had completely hemorrhaged.

I still think it was punishment.

Losing my eyesight.

For my silence.

You're the only person
I've ever told this to.

Everyone on that plane
was murdered,

and you could have helped find
the people that did it.

I was scared.

Not a day goes by that
I don't think about that.

Listen, we don't know
each other very well,

and this is j...

I...

I should go.

My life is...
I'm just not this complicated.

Maybe we should just
leave things as they were.

Beatrix, please.

I'm sorry.

- Good-bye, Ariel.
- Oh, plea... please.

Beatrix.

What is this?

Okay. Okay.

- What was that?
- He says up ahead

is not a good idea;
there's militia there.

-I thought you said
militia weren't a problem.
-Usually.

But this is Liberation
of Rwanda forces.

Hutus. Mostly, they are fine,
but...

sometimes they can be
a little less predictable.

Yeah. They charge so-called, uh,

fines, you know? They take
money and medical gear and...

- Can we avoid them?
- Yes.

He said we should take this road

so we'll go around
the village okay.

No, no.

So, don't you have
some questions for your article?

Oh, you do speak English.

When I choose.
So, some questions?

It's not really like that.

It's more a... observation.

A few hours in the life of.

You can just pretend
I'm not here.

With pleasure.

Come on. Come on.

She's alive, huh?

Shit!

So nothing can be done.

This thing looks
like it's been here for years.

You sure the old man told you
that we can get through

- on this road?
- That's what he said.

Don't move!

Hey! Hey! Whoa! Hey.

Okay, okay.

Whoa. Okay, hey, hey, hey.

We're doctors.
Look, look, look. Hey.

Brothers, we're doctors. We are
taking medicine to Kisima.

Shut up.
Empty your pockets.

I said empty
your fucking pockets!

I don't...

Empty your pockets.

Okay, okay.

I don't have anything.

Okay, okay.

Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Leave us the truck.

It's okay.

It has our medicine...

Now we have nothing.

Merde, merde!

Fuck! What are we going to do?

Hey, just relax.

Oh, Jesus.

They've taken
our radios and everything.

Let's go!

Twende, twende, twende,
twende, twende, twende.

Is that your truck?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

We don't want trouble.
We're going.

What? What are they saying?

He's saying that the car
broke down last night

and that he
can't start it again.

- We should fix it? You stole it!
- Hey.

Please, please.

Why should we fix it?

What's happening?

Okay.

Okay, okay.

- Just do what he says. Okay?
- Okay.

- Tom.
- Mon Dieu.

Everything's okay.

Fabrice? Huh?

- I'm okay.
- He's okay.

Kalehe Mampata.

I know you're here.

Come forward!

You've done a good job
for me, Kalehe.

You should be proud of that.

But things change.

It's something we can't control.

He asks what you mean.
What has changed?

Well, Kalehe,

you can think of me
as being from the HR department.

No. I beg you, Mr. Bello.

Please, Mr. Bello.

No. No.

You remember what I asked you?

This is what we do to survive.

I'm helping, okay?

We can't help.

I don't know what you're saying.

Stop it!

Stop!

Hey!

Leave her alone. We're done.

We're done.
Take the truck and go.

Want one of these girls
to keep us company?

No! No! Don't take her.

No.

Please!

Mr. Bello, I beg you.

Please let me live!

Please let me live!

Oh, no, no, no.

Georgia.

Georgia.

You can open your eyes now.

Things are different now.

Hey, Beatrix.

Hey, it's, uh, Ariel.

I'm leaving today.

I moved my flight up.

So, uh... this is it.

I know I disappointed you.

Whatever you feel,

just know that I disappointed
myself even more.

I made a mistake.

It was...

it was stupid and selfish,
but there it is.

I must live with it.

It was nice to know you.

I promise
I won't bother you again.

But I hope your operation, uh...

I hope you open your eyes
and you see the world

and all the beautiful things
that live upon it.

I hope you get to see
Whistler's Mother.

Good-bye.

Come in.

Mr. Helgason, you wanted someone
to pack your bag?

Please, if it's not
too much trouble.

Of course.

But before that,
there's someone here to see you.

Thank you.

Mr. Helgason.

My name is Martin Benson.

Um, I'm sorry, have we met?

Um, I don't remember.

No, no, we've never met before.

And I'm sorry to disturb you
like this.

But I needed to talk to you

about Sankuru Airways Flight 19.

I know who you are,
and I know what you've done.

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