["Whole Wide World" by Wreckless Eric playing]
♪ When I was a young boy ♪
♪ My mama said to me ♪
♪ There's only one girl ♪
♪ In the world for you ♪
♪ She probably lives in Tahiti ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world just to find her ♪
[men shouting]
♪ Well, maybe she's in the Bahamas ♪
♪ Where the Caribbean Sea is blue ♪
♪ Weeping in a tropical moonlit night ♪
♪ Because nobody's told about you ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world just to find her ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world to find out ♪
♪ Where they hide her ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world just to find her ♪
♪ Why am I hanging around ♪
♪ In the rain out here ♪
♪ Trying to pick up a girl ♪
♪ Why are my eyes filling up ♪
♪ With these lonely tears ♪
♪ When there's girls all over the world ♪
♪ Or is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere ♪
♪ Underneath the tropical sun ♪
♪ Hiding away in a heat wave there ♪
♪ Hoping that I won't be long ♪
♪ I should be lying ♪
♪ On that sun-soaked beach with her ♪
♪ Caressing her warm brown skin ♪
♪ And then at the end of the year ♪
♪ Or maybe not quite ♪
♪ We'll be sharing the same next of kin ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world ♪
♪ I'd go the whole wide world just to find her ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
Jenny, there you are.
JENNY [over phone]: How is she doing?
I don't know. [exhales]
I'm not sure what state she's in.
She rang to say she was ready to go home.
She has to connect through here in Kinshasa
so when I pick her up, I guess I'll find out a bit more.
-JENNY: Just come home safe. -Yeah, I will.
Yeah. Bye.
♪ ♪
[car horn honks]
Here.
Was he always a liar or am I just-just stupid?
No, not stupid, just in love.
I'm not sure there's much of a difference.
People change.
Not as much as I'd like to think.
Right?
At least you know the truth now.
You know the cowardly little shit
has been holed up in Rwanda.
Oh, maybe I was better off not knowing.
And live with the uncertainty? I don't think so.
It doesn't mean that the life you had together wasn't real
and it doesn't mean that he didn't love you... once.
But what he did is--
makes all that irrelevant.
I mean, it's--
-All that time, just... -Georgia. Georgia.
-...wasted. -Hey.
Come on.
[exhales] Did you find Adidja?
[sighs]
No.
-[exhales] -I'm sorry.
There must be something we can do.
I tried, Georgia, I really tried.
[phone ringing]
And if you found her, what would you do? Hmm?
What is it?
Hello?
JUDITH [over phone]: So you're still
hanging on to Pieter's phone.
GEORGIA: What the hell?
[mouthing]
JUDITH: I got the message you left me.
S-Sounds like you have questions.
Yeah, I do have a question.
I-- How the fuck are you still alive?
JUDITH: Well, let's talk in person.
No. N-No, you know, I've had enough.
I'm going home.
You and Will and the general can all just rot together.
I, uh...
I met your friend Adidja.
In fact, uh... she's with me right now.
Tell me where.
[metal clattering]
[knocking on door]
Hiya, sorry to bother.
We haven't met. Owen.
-Hughes. -Uh... Georgia.
I was wondering if you'd seen Nigel.
A black and white sheepdog.
She got a-a white patch on her nose.
"She"?
Yeah. Uh, when we had her, we-we thought she was a boy,
-so we, we called her Nigel. -Oh.
By the time she was giving birth on the kitchen floor,
it was a bit late to change her name.
Well, um, no. I'm sorry. I-I haven't seen her.
-Sorry to have bothered you. -Yeah, no worries.
Sorry.
OWEN [muffled]: Nigel!
[sighs]
Any suggestions?
Which way to go first? I mean,
I don't get over this way much, to be honest.
Um...
Hang on a second.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
MARTIN: Did I mention this is a terrible idea?
I don't know what to say.
Adidja needs my help.
Georgia, I'll be here.
For all the good it'll do you.
Thanks.
[children shouting]
♪ ♪
Where is she?
Dispensed with pleasantries already, have we?
I asked you a question.
Don't worry, she's safe.
First, I'd like to know where Will is.
I don't know where he is.
I'm just here to get Adidja back.
How'd you meet?
You and the girl?
Of course.
I can guess. I've seen too many of them.
Children grown up too fast,
fighting wars they have no understanding of.
They get this...
this look in their eyes.
You talk an awful lot for a dead woman.
When you don't know who's after you,
it's common sense to lie low.
Your husband, of all people...
gave me that idea. [chuckles]
So what, you just walked out of there, half dead?
General Azikiwe, he ensured
that the doctors reported me as deceased.
And where is he now?
The general?
I didn't tell him I was meeting you.
It's best that way.
He can be... unpredictable.
"Unpredictable"? He's a fucking murderer, Judith.
You're no better.
You knew that plane was going down.
You bought Will the ticket to get on the flight.
So you did find him.
He's no threat to you, Judith.
You'll understand if I don't just take your word for it.
What happened to you?
Did you just-- did you come out to the Congo
to do something good and then, what?
Something went wrong?
Or have you always been greedy and ruthless?
I'm transforming this bloody place.
My charity.
We don't just... slap on a Band-Aid.
We work to fix the system, the politicians,
the businessmen; we're a long-term solution.
Yeah, because you like to look virtuous,
you like the shine.
Appearance doesn't always
reflect reality, though, does it?
If I'd said no to the offer, what,
you think somehow the coltan trade in the East
would just... dry up?
You can tell yourself it was for your charity
if it helps you sleep at night.
You were doing a bad thing for the right reasons.
The truth is, when Will caught you out,
you sent him to die.
Azikiwe found out what he'd been up to
and he told me to get Will on that flight
and that's all I knew.
God, you sound like Will.
"I didn't know."
Well, you didn't ask.
Because it was easier to pretend.
You think by looking the other way, pretending bad things
don't happen somehow makes it okay?
If you stay quiet, you're as bad as they are.
I don't have to justify myself to you.
You can go screaming to the world about me,
about Azikiwe, but none of it will stick.
You have no proof.
You tell me where to find Will,
and I'll tell you where Adidja is, and we're done.
You can go back home and you can get on with your life.
Will lied to me.
He let me believe he was dead.
He found somebody else. They have a baby.
That must have hurt.
You didn't have to threaten a child.
I'd have told you where Will was.
The fucker deserves everything he gets.
Ah. Rwanda?
-Thank you. -Where is Adidja?
-You'll find her here. -Who's holding her?
Despite what you think about me, Georgia...
...I'm not a monster.
You'll understand if I don't take your word for it.
[phone ringing]
MARTIN [over phone]: Georgia.
I'm coming out. I'll be with you in 30 seconds.
No, don't. Turn round, go back the other way.
There are two men with guns watching you. Turn round.
-I see them. -Go, go.
Turn left when you get to the end.
[phone ringing]
MARTIN: I'm heading towards you.
No.
There's got to be a way out the back of this market.
Meet me there.
Where are you now?
Georgia? Georgia.
Bonjour, madame. [speaking in French]
[panting]
[man grunting]
[shouting]
[panting]
[tires screech]
MARTIN: Are you okay?
-Yeah, just about. -Yeah?
Don't say I told you so.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Well, that was clearly a successful meeting.
Yeah.
[liquid pouring]
♪ ♪
Pouring drinks for a dead man?
Your mind is rotten.
[laughs softly]
[pounding on door]
[panting]: You had me followed?
Excuse me?
There's talk about a white girl being chased in the market.
How did they find her?
'Cause you had your men on me.
You don't fucking trust me.
You seem angry.
Yeah, no shit.
I had someone watch you, for your own protection.
You're paranoid. You don't trust anyone.
You wanted to check up on me.
And aren't I fortunate that I did?
Or were you going to tell me?
I was handling it, for Christ's sake.
And Georgia, she has no proof of anything.
She saw me kill a man.
And so did her friend.
And you want her to walk free?
To tell the world?
I want you to trust me.
[scoffs]
To tell me what's in your mind, because we're in this together.
[laughs]
Is that what you think?
I think I asked you to do a job.
I am the one who makes the difficult decisions
so you can turn your head.
Yes.
But Georgia told me where Will is.
Tell me where.
Well, this is the address.
-Are you sure? -Uh-huh.
It's Avenue de Kabambare, yeah?
Georgia, just a second.
Judith gave us this address.
How do we know it's safe?
We don't, but I have to go inside.
[car door closes]
[children shouting in distance]
♪ ♪
[metal clanging]
Hi.
Where have you been?
I came back to find you. There was a woman.
She said you would be here.
I know, she shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry.
-This is my home now, isn't it? -No.
We can find a-a home that's right for you.
I-I don't know anything about this place.
But sooner or later, you'll have to go home.
Oh, what's that?
I wanted to give you something.
It's not much.
No, it's beautiful. I love it.
MARTIN: Georgia.
♪ ♪
ADIDJA: Y-You should go.
Good-bye.
[panting]
[metal clanging]
♪ ♪
She'll be okay.
I know.
Nigel! Where the hell are we?
There are some crevices up here I thought we should check,
in case she's fallen down,
especially with it snowing up here this morning.
Oh, it's freezing up here, but she's made it through worse.
-Let's check that cave. -Yeah, that's where I'm heading.
OWEN: Nigel!
-GEORGIA: No? -OWEN: No.
[wind whistling]
[sighs]
So what brings you out to these parts then?
You don't sound local.
Oh, the cabin was my dad's.
He bought it to be a-a holiday home,
but he mainly was fixing it up all the time.
Mr. Wells?
When I was a kid, I got stuck outside your place in a storm.
This man took us in, gave us a nice cup of tea.
Mr. Wells, his name was.
Surrounded with wood and paint and chaos.
[chuckles] That's my dad.
You probably think I'm mad. All this just for a dog.
No, I don't. I get it.
Anyway, best turn back. We're gonna lose light soon.
No, we'll be good for another hour or so.
Sure?
Yeah. I don't like giving up.
[plane passing overhead]
Okay.
Our flight's not for an hour,
so let's find somewhere to wait, hmm?
But I don't think here is a good idea.
I think it would be safer inside.
No, this is, this is where we came,
me and Pieter and Emmanuel.
Talk about coming full bloody circle.
All those times I cried for him, and for what?
Emmanuel's dead and Pieter's dead,
and Will's off in his new life in Rwanda.
And all those people that died on that plane,
just so the general could carry on getting rich.
It has to mean something, doesn't it, Martin?
-What do you mean? -[stammers] Coming out here.
It has to mean something.
All those relatives of everyone on Flight 19,
they deserve to know what happened.
Listen, in case you've forgotten,
someone tried to kill us not so long ago.
But the man who brought that plane down
cannot get away with it.
No. So, we go home,
I put you in touch with the right people to talk to...
But we're here. We-We-We're here now.
Yes, and what are we going to do?
I don't know, but I never did like giving up.
Georgia...
♪ ♪
[knocking on door]
Hi.
So this man, Pieter Bello,
he is who killed my husband?
Yeah. He didn't want us asking any more questions.
Once I ignored his note
telling me to go home, we went and found
his ex-wife and his daughter,
and he sent somebody to deal with us.
And Pieter Bello, where is he now?
He's dead.
[sighs] It's a lot. I know it's a lot,
but if you look in Gaelle's diary,
you'll see she was asked to carry something onto that plane.
It was a bomb.
The people on that plane were murdered.
Ivette, I promised you
that I would find out who killed your husband, and I have,
but it means nothing if the people responsible
aren't held accountable for what they did.
Oh, oh, oh, you-you don't understand, do you?
This is Congo.
The snakes in our government bite
and then slither back into the grass.
This country is broken,
and there isn't any way to fix it.
It's a bucket with a hole in it.
Why you keep trying to fill it with water?
Ivette, are you in touch with any other relatives
who had loved ones on Sankuru 19?
I am.
Emmanuel used to talk with the relatives
through a phone group.
I started using it when he died.
We talk sometimes.
GEORGIA: Can I send a message?
What is it you want?
-We need to get them a message. -Why?
Because it's time this changed.
[mutters quietly]
[Ivette sighs]
[door closes]
STEFANIA: Perhaps it's someone else
come to stab you in the back.
Makes you wonder how you will ever sleep again,
doesn't it?
Who's that?
Sir. You wanted to be informed...
It's happening?
We have two men in Ruhengeri.
They're on their way to Will Mason's house at this moment.
And if they're found...?
There's nothing that will link them to us. They're freelancers.
Perfect.
Last thing I need is to start another damn war.
♪ ♪
Shh...
-[baby fusses] -Shh...
-[knocking on door] -[shushing]
THIERRY: Will Mason.
This is for you.
-Will Mason. -[both speaking Kinyarwandan]
[screams]
[muffled screaming]
[speaking Kinyarwandan]
Shh...
[phone ringing]
JUDITH [on recording]: This is Judith Gray.
Please leave a message.
GEORGIA: I'm still alive, and I'm still here.
If you want to know why, go to Azikiwe's house now.
You ready for this?
Well, seems like faith is what people need.
[crowd chanting]
I didn't know if you'd come.
Sometimes we must keep filling the bucket with water, yes?
[chanting continues]
[phone ringing]
GEORGIA [over phone]: These are the family and friends
of the people who died
on Sankuru Flight 19.
Innocent people who were sent to their deaths.
I'm meant to what,
throw my hands up now, huh?
Meant to come out,
repent my sins?
AZIKIWE: Tell her to go to hell.
[chanting continues]
All of these people,
they've lost people they love because of a bloody rock
that's been dug out of the mud and fought over, died over,
just so that we can hunch over our phones.
Sad, you know.
You're exploiting these poor people's grief
all because you're bitter that your husband
didn't fucking love you.
It's not about Will anymore, Judith.
Sure.
Go home, Georgia.
There was a full inquiry into the crash, remember?
It was an accident.
What you're doing isn't gonna change anybody's mind.
That's where you're wrong.
[chanting continues]
[phone ringing]
[chanting over phone]
GEORGIA [over phone]: Honesty.
For once in your life, that's what I'm asking.
If you owe me anything, it's this.
Tell the truth.
OWEN: You, uh, don't mind if I use your loo, do you?
GEORGIA: Uh, sure.
It's just through there.
-Thanks. -Yeah.
I suppose she'll turn up in the morning.
What? What is it?
You know, I probably should have told you this before, but, um,
it's not the first time she's done it.
She runs away most days, actually.
Sometimes don't see her for a few days.
So why have you had me...?
Look, I just wanted to get to know you.
We haven't met, but I've seen you here.
Beautiful girl shouldn't be out here on her own.
You say she does this a lot?
Yeah. A few times, now.
Animals, eh? They do what they do.
Ever thought maybe it's you?
Maybe she wants to be somewhere else,
and you should just let her go.
You can leave now.
Fine.
You know, it's no surprise to me you ended up out here...
[laughs softly]
...all on your own.
You've got no idea how or why I ended up here,
and what I've seen.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
Just go and piss off now.
[laughs softly]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Hello.
WILL: I didn't know, but I didn't say anything.
This shows the money, and where it was going.
I have e-mails and texts,
that help confirm what I'm saying.
[exhales]
Why are you telling all of this now?
After all this time?
[stammers]
I've seen what it does to people,
losing someone.
And it's happened to too many people.
[door opens]
What will happen to him now, I wonder?
He'll try and strike a deal, probably.
Bloody cockroach.
Oh, as long as he does what he came to do, I don't care.
-[door closes] -He's not my problem anymore.
AZIKIWE: My uncle told me a story once when I was young.
The story he told me
was about a farmer's donkey.
This donkey fell down a deep well.
The donkey sat at the bottom of the well
squealing and crying for hours.
The farmer looked down at him, and he decided
that the animal was old,
and that he needed to cover the well, anyway.
Well, they began to shovel dirt down into the well,
onto the donkey.
More and more dirt.
But then he stopped.
After shoveling some more dirt,
he'd looked down to see something amazing.
All the dirt they had thrown upon the creature's back
had fallen to the side when he shook it off his back.
Slowly but surely, the dirt began to build,
until the donkey got higher and higher,
until eventually, he could walk out of that well.
[laughs softly]
[moans]
ARIEL: And why did your uncle
tell you this story?
To make me feel better.
[crying]
The donkey could leave that well
so it could once more carry a load on its back.
Free, so it could be a slave once more.
But I am no slave.
[gun drops]
[sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
Let go.
-[crutch clatters] -[grunts]
[shouts]
[sirens wailing]
Okay?
Yeah.
[quietly]: Come on.
[engine starts]
[grunts]
Well, that was fun. [chuckles]
Strewth. What did you get for it in the end?
Don't ask. It's not exactly prime real estate, is it?
I don't know. You might be half a dozen sheep better off.
[laughs softly]
[chuckles]
She was fast asleep just now.
Oh.
[sniffles]
I guess I'll start loading the stuff.
Thank you.
You don't have to thank me.
I do. You are giving me a home.
You have a home.
We're just making a new one together. Okay?
Come on.
Should we give him a hand?
-Watch out. -[Martin grunts]
Is this the well-practiced art
of getting out of carrying stuff?
No, no, no. No. We're gonna do it.
[laughs]
MARTIN Look at that.
Look. Look at that dog.
There's no one around for miles.
I think he's lost.
No, she's not lost.
MARTIN: You sure?
Yeah. Come on. Let's get going.
Okay.
♪ ♪