Original subtitles

(film clicking)

(dynamic music)

(majestic music)

(crickets chirping)

(gentle music)

(women crying)

(bell ringing)

- [Timipre] Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

(singing in foreign language)

(tense music)

- On your knees!

- Gunpowder.

- Yes.

And his devils.

- Dogo, Dogo.

Dogo the great.

Another day, another murder, huh?

- Hope you like the taste of peace

when I get you!

My boys and me will feed you a cocktail of peace.

- But I got you first.

Let's break him.

Let us play a game called judgment day.

I ask the question, you answer.

And I judge.

- You will let me go.

I am your friend.

We spent the days together,

me and you.

- Until greed got you, Dogo.

We vowed.

We vowed to protect Oloibiri.

You and I!

- [Dogo] See this money?

Gunpowder, have it all.

- Why?

Because you know where to get some more?

Do you use this money to protect Oloibiri?

Do you think destroying the values

of the Niger Delta solves these issues?

My friend, answer me.

This game is getting boring.

- We fight same cause.

- No, Dogo.

You fight for your stomach.

Look at your boys.

They are now common thieves like you.

Dogo.

You are a contagious disease.

- You're no better than me!

You're evil!

Just like me!

(gun firing)

(screaming)

- Let him go.

(shouting)

(crowd shouting)

(car exploding)

(glass shattering)

- In the midst of this horrific incident,

everyone here keeps mum.

We have no names of the perpetrators.

My name is Gloria Oganaseka, reporting live on DTV,

here in Oloibiri.

Sir.

Sir.

- Papa.

(whistles)

- Hey, Cedi!

Run!

Run, run, run.

Run!

Come here, come here, come here.

(cheering)

- [Gloria] Sir.

Sir.

- Papa.

- What?

- [Gloria] Your thoughts on this, sir.

- None.

- [Nurse] Timipre Dogra.

Timipre Dogra.

- We are here.

(baby crying)

- Papa, the clinic, it's not for sleeping.

- Mm.

(sighs)

- [Chisom] And how do you feel about this?

- Terrible.

Another company has commenced exploration,

oil exploration, in Otuabake.

- Why are you worried about another village?

- Why worry?

We are one people.

When Lesh destroyed Oloibiri,

Oloibiri's rivers and lands--

- What hurts you most in all of this?

(gentle music)

- Oil spills.

Exploitation.

How our nephews turned

kidnappers.

If I had protested and held my ground in the '60s,

all this would not be happening.

All this--

- Maybe you could focus on other areas.

Like your choirmaster vocation, for example.

- I have let my community down.

I could have fought.

I could have fought.

- [Chisom] Take your drugs and you will be fine.

- Well, thank you, my dear.

- You're welcome, sir.

- Thank you, doc.

- You're welcome.

- I'm a graduate of English.

Only once I lived there with him.

My NYC's next year.

My father is his only son.

And my

grandmom, his wife--

- His favorite food is yam,

and when he is shy, he stutters.

- Oh.

- I think he likes you.

Come on.

- If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

If you poison us, do we not die?

And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?

(laughs)

Shakespeare.

- Why do you bother assisting a miserable man like me?

You are way too talented.

- Putting up with you, Mr. Powers, sir, takes much talent.

(Azu laughs)

- Robert, one minute.

- And I thought I was the boss.

- Please?

Please.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for coming out this evening

to celebrate Foreshaw Exploration.

- And where is that boss of yours?

(audience laughing and applauding)

- And here's Robert Powell,

the chairman of Foreshaw Exploration.

- What an adventure, my distinguished shareholders.

As per our promise,

we have secured oil mining leases in Nigeria's Niger Delta.

We've established 12 oil wells in Otuabake.

Please allow Cyril Beke, our Nigerian director,

to share with you some of the facts.

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

I am the general manager

of Foreshaw Exploration Company here in Nigeria.

I am here to inform you of an incredible

oil drilling job in Otuabake

in the heart of Bayelsa.

This well, yes, will produce 8,100 barrels daily.

It is the biggest job my company

has acquired here in Nigeria.

(audience applauding)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

that projects to over $300,000,000 annually.

(audience applauding and cheering)

The adventure, my friends, has just begun.

To Foreshaw!

- [Audience] To Foreshaw!

(phone keyboard clicking)

(piano music)

- It will be wise if your people got involved

in what is done with the oil well.

(singing in foreign language)

- I will talk to Mr. Thompson on your behalf.

- Timipre, why is it that you always

try to plant trouble where there is none, huh?

- This is our land.

It is our oil.

You're a well-trained secretary.

You deserve a better job than a messenger.

(hums)

See what Father just showed me.

- Adjust it to the right.

That's okay.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- [Robert] Thank you, Azu.

- Your wife called to know if you are coming home for lunch.

- [Robert] Sure.

Have you had lunch?

- Not yet.

- [Robert] Then why don't you join us?

- No, sir.

- Hey.

The boss is inviting you over for lunch.

It's a good thing.

- Thank you, sir.

- Five other executives got the same thing.

Robert.

Robert?

(funk music)

(phone ringing)

- [Robert] Cyril, are you there?

- Yeah.

- We're a little concerned on this side.

- [Cyril] What we do is find out the group behind this.

There is nothing that money cannot do.

(Cyril laughs)

- [Rex] This could interrupt setting up.

- Listen, oil companies have been

in the Niger Delta for decades.

You pay them thousands, they keep walking.

- The photos show that these people are in profound pain.

- Shh, shh.

Trust me, that is not necessary expenses.

As I said, we are to find the group that sent us the mail.

Pay them, and we will be okay.

- You're right, just like Khan Oil did.

- Atlas Petroleum too.

- When I founded Foreshaw,

I set out to be different in the Niger Delta.

That's what I want us to be.

Different.

(sirens wailing)

(phone ringing)

- [Cyril] You still at work, man?

- Yeah.

Listen, I'm gonna come out there the day after tomorrow.

I want to visit the host community.

- [Cyril] Oh, you in love with the peasants, I see.

(Cyril laughs)

- How are they able to live, Cyril?

(phone ringing)

- Get Komeh Brumeh on the phone.

(men talking)

- What is the urgency, man?

- This.

Oloibiri.

- Oloibiri? - Yeah.

And this.

For the boys, yeah?

- Yes, boss.

(singing in foreign language)

- Ibiere.

(speaking foreign language)

Hey, Ibiere.

- [Ibiere] Move, move!

- I think someone is going to break a hip today.

You go and make sure she does not

go alone to God knows where.

- Yes, papa. - Right.

Ibiere.

- Mama, mama, it's okay, it's okay.

Mama, mama, sit down, sit down.

- Wait here.

- Mama?

- Boma, next time you take another life,

I will curse you.

What happened to my boy?

The son who made first class in geology

and secured a good job?

What happened to him?

- He died, mama.

Because the elders failed.

He died.

(cries)

- Hey, hey.

(speaking foreign language)

I know.

But didn't I ask you not to drink this water?

Come back here.

- [Boname] What was the boy doing this time?

- He wants to drink crude oil.

Go on, give him some water.

And for you.

Give this to your mother to buy sachet water from obeah.

- Lesh promised to clean the oil spill during my last visit.

(laughs)

- Let's just say that Lesh

thinks that peasants relish some oil in our water.

- [Ibiere] He looked at me and said he died.

- You two, you have to stop

marching down to the creeks to find him.

Next time a stray bullet might just find you first.

- They all know me.

- [Timipre] Stray bullets?

- Oh, where did I pick that child from?

Hm?

He says he fights because the elders failed Oloibiri.

- Gentlemen, thank you very much

for hosting us in your community

as we are about to embark on this development initiative.

- Years ago this same company signed

the Anglo-Persian Oil Alliance.

- And?

- Till the Iranians wanted more control

over their oil wealth,

which is so much to your dislike.

- Look here, we've come all this way,

with the blessing of everybody here,

your chiefs, your elders,

to come and empower this community.

We're offering all sorts of development objectives.

We're building roads, we're helping to put up schools.

We're even employing your youth on a daily basis.

- As cooks, cleaners, servants.

Surely a well-schooled native can be spared

no menial employment in your company.

- He's right.

He's right!

(shouting)

- Do you remember

when oil was found in Oloibiri?

(laughing)

- And we all jumped about like monkeys.

- Oh yes.

- Thought heaven had made its home here

when Lesh told us our land held black gold.

- And I told our people that we should

together seek greater involvement

in how our oil wells would be used.

(speaking foreign language)

- Don't create unnecessary issues, eh?

- Laboring men and women I employ,

even as cooks, as gardeners.

Kings men now build block houses.

Yet is new littles.

- Someday our children will judge this generation.

- Hm.

As a god of the whole earth,

and he's not my son,

I looked in his eyes.

It was blank.

- [Azu] Coffee, sir.

- [Robert] Yes, please.

Azu?

- Yes, Mr. Powell.

- I want you to know that I appreciate

everything you do for me.

- Correct.

- [Robert] All right, well, I'll be back in a few days.

All right, sweetie, be good, okay?

- And were you going to leave this?

- [Robert] I'm a silly man.

(camera shutter snapping)

I love you too.

- Be safe, dad.

Bye.

(camera shutter snapping)

(singing in foreign language)

(chicken clucking)

- Mama, I have been calling you.

- I open it.

From Lesh Petroleum.

For two years, a multinational oil company

begs their former employee to return to a job he dumps,

but he arrogantly refuses.

Who put this curse on you, Boma, hm?

(coughs)

- Mama?

Mama, are you still drinking from the river?

- The poison is not only in our rivers.

- Mama, please.

Let me take you to the hospital.

- The doctor's already seen me.

- [Doye] Mama?

Mama?

- Doye.

Come here, it's okay.

It's okay.

- Mama, the doctor said we should not drink from the river,

but the company said that they have cleaned the river,

so which one do you believe?

- Let me see, my child.

The doctors I see are at the medical center.

If you hurry, you'll meet them.

- I don't have transport.

- It's okay, mama.

- Thank you, sir.

- And you want me to make money from the same company

that is killing Oloibiri's children?

Hm?

(suspenseful music)

(singing and chanting in foreign language)

(gun firing)

- Do what we say, and nobody gets hurt.

- Is this a joke?

- Ladies, this is no joke.

(dog barking)

- Thank you.

- Anytime, sir. - Thank you, my dear.

- Just remember, always do your breathing exercises.

- [Timipre] I will.

- Always think of now and be happy.

- Yes, doctor, I will, thank you.

- So your next session in my office--

- Ah, not so fast, my dear.

Not so fast.

It will give us tremendous pleasure

for you to have lunch with us.

Son.

- Hm?

- [Timipre] Go and bring the fish

we bought especially for her.

- Fish?

- Yes. - From the river here?

- Port Harcourt.

Port Harcourt.

Lesh, Lesh Petroleum has banned all fish

swimming down this area for a very long time.

- [Boy] Please, mama, please, mama, please, mama.

Mama, wake up.

Mama, wake up.

- Very good.

(plane taxiing)

(singing in foreign language)

- [Patty] Please don't hurt us.

Please.

(phone ringing)

Hello, darling.

- Hi, honey.

I'm in Port Harcourt.

How are you?

Sweetheart, are you okay?

- Yes, sure.

- What time does Yvonne get back from school?

- At 4 p.m.

- [Robert] I miss you already.

- We miss you too.

- We're just gonna go see the host community right now.

I'll call you later after I get settled, okay?

- [Patty] Okay.

- Love you, honey.

(cries)

No easy access to water, I see.

- Oh, drinking water?

Yeah.

But then they're used to it.

In Africa, people have saying.

Careful when asking a poor man what he wants.

- There's an American proverb.

Don't be an ass.

(cars running)

- Guys, they are coming.

- Excuse me, Cyril.

Blood sugar's a little low right now.

(suspenseful music)

(men shouting)

(guns firing)

- Patrol 101.

We've been ambushed.

We've been ambushed!

(guns firing)

If we won't move forward, then back up.

Go.

- Patrol 101, state your location, over.

Patrol 101, state your location, over!

- [Cyril] Get down, get down.

Go, go, go!

Go, go!

- Patrol 101, state your location, over!

- Patrol 101.

Anterior Road, Port Harcourt.

I repeat, Anterior Road, Port Harcourt.

- Son of a bitch.

- Please don't kill me, please.

Oh.

Oh.

- Very good, keep it.

And him, keep him alive.

Okay?

I want him alive.

(singing in foreign language)

(phone ringing)

- Can I help you?

- I'm here to see Mr. Rex Sheen,

your communications director.

- Do you have an appointment?

- No.

Mr. Robert Powell, your chairman, sent me.

- [Receptionist] Just one moment.

- [Sally] Rex Sheen's office, Sally speaking.

- Sally? - Yes.

- Is Rex in?

- [Sally] He's on a call.

Can I get him a message?

- There's someone to see him.

- [Sally] Oh, okay.

I'll ask him to come down.

- Just one moment.

- 10 more minutes.

- So he never remarried.

- My grandfather?

No.

He loved her deeply.

She died in 1965 of poison.

- You know, the effects that rivers have,

dangerous levels of cancer-causing agents.

(poignant music)

(crying)

- You will regret it.

You will regret it.

You will regret it!

You will regret it!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

- Shh.

(cries)

- I'm Rex Sheen.

May I help you?

- Sorry about what--

- Please don't.

Your grandfather is deeply traumatized

by the Oloibiri tragedy.

- [Cyril] Don't stop, don't stop.

Let's go, let's go.

- [Robert] What's wrong?

- Oh!

Go, go, go, go.

- [Robert] I'll be back, I'll be back.

- [Cyril] Get outta here.

Oh.

(grunts)

- Stop.

Wait, stop!

Stop, stop!

There's a dying man in there.

We were attacked.

Please, please, please, come on.

Stop, stop, stop.

Oh my God.

(pants)

(coughs)

(grunts)

- Get him out of here.

- I'm not gonna leave you.

- Get him out of here.

Get out of here.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go.

(tires squealing)

- What have you gotten me into, eh?

- My name is Powell.

I'm the executive director of Foreshaw Exploration.

- You'll be fine here.

- Please, I have a family.

Please.

Please.

- [Rex] Can we reach another agreement?

We'll look after your community.

- I am only a messenger, Mr. Sheen.

He's yours.

(guns firing)

- You could have spared him.

He was just a victim, like all of us.

(singing in foreign language)

Well, I guess it's not too late

for a lunchtime visit to Oloibiri, is it, boys?

- You must not leave this office

until my boss says you can leave.

We got Powell too.

- Stand by.

There's no trace of Patrol 101 on Anterior Road.

- A distraction?

- Somebody wants to play.

- I don't want this man in my house.

- I know, I know, I'm sorry.

I couldn't think of anybody else.

I'm begging, please.

- Papa.

Please.

Let's think of something.

Please.

- Mm.

I think I have a fine idea.

Yes.

Why don't we take him to the oil wells

and let Gunpowder play with him

whatever game he wants to play?

- Are you all right?

- Dizzy.

I have diabetes, type two.

- Sugar, yeah, sugar.

Do you have some sugar, please?

Sugar.

- Oh, yes.

(bag rustling)

- [Chisom] I'll call.

You need some insulin,

so I'll call the commissary nurse.

- [Boname] Papa.

Papa.

- You see what you brought to my house?

- [Chisom] I'm sorry to have done so.

- He's out of your house, papa.

- You think Gunpowder is human?

- Why refuse to hide a sick man from danger?

- His greed brought him grief.

It is his mess.

It is his business, not mine.

- This isn't about your regrets.

- I said it is.

- This is not about your regrets.

- It is mine, not yours.

- This isn't about a regret, I say again, papa.

This is about saving a life.

And that's the bible you read daily.

(motorcycle engine running)

(shouting)

(singing in foreign language)

- Papa, papa.

Gunpowder's here.

- I want you to listen to me, and listen good.

- Okay.

- You go and search the houses.

You find a white man there.

Pull him out and hand him over to that monster

before he turns this place into a pool of blood.

- Okay. - Go!

- [Gunpowder] Oloibiri!

- Oh, shit.

- I am looking for a white man.

If you have him,

bring him to me.

But if I find him with you,

then there will be trouble.

Plenty trouble.

Oloibiri!

Get those doors open!

Oloibiri!

You know I don't like to knock.

Do you have him, old man?

- Your testerones are leaking.

(laughs)

- Don't play games with me.

- [Timipre] Oh, I won't.

I can't cope with it.

- He's not here.

- Now, what next,

God's avenging angels?

- My mother prefers to call me the god of Oloibiri.

(laughs)

- Yes.

God.

Twisted all over.

- It's still better than a wannabe activist

who never made it.

It's okay.

- Now bugger off.

Bugger off my house, you bloodsucker.

And take your dogs with you.

- What's wrong?

Did I hit a nerve?

- I am looking at what's wrong.

So what do you do now?

What happens?

Are you going to kill the white man?

- Whatever is good for the goose.

- You are good for the gallows.

- I am the creation of your lousy generation.

Such a timid bunch,

cheering while your land

was being pillaged and sucked dry.

- I did not cheer.

I fought!

- And you ran.

- I did not-- - You ran!

You ran to England.

With shrunken balls.

- Gunpowder, let me waste this man.

Let me waste him.

(laughs)

- Are you not the man whose father was

hung for murder?

(grunts)

(laughs)

Come, put it here.

Put it there!

Put it there!

- No.

You're better off alive

to see the Oloibiri of your designs.

I heard you wept when you came back here in 1978

and saw the rust that was Oloibiri wells.

I hear you also now seek psychiatric help

for your misery over the Lesh oil spills.

No, old man.

My bullet will not end your pains.

Let's get outta here.

(villagers talking)

(motorcycle revving)

(suspenseful music)

- I won't ask you again.

Take her out and shoot her.

- No! - Come on.

(speaking foreign language) - Please!

- He's in my house.

- [Gunpowder] Who took him there?

(cries)

- [Boname] Me.

Found him out here.

- He will take a bullet for a woman.

(dog barking)

(knocking on door)

(door banging open)

(whimpers)

- Shh.

(men talking)

- Mama, bring out Papa Timipre and the white man.

Now, mama!

Let go.

Let go!

Mama, mama.

- [Robert] Thank you.

- [Timipre] Oh, bugger off.

You siphon oil and send it to your country

to build a better future.

Oh yes, while our whole life is messed up.

You bribe our chiefs so that they can keep quiet.

When you mess up with our oil and river.

40 years,

for over 40 years,

Oloibiri,

and indeed the entire delta region,

has been manipulated by people like you.

And you know how far we have to drag

to get proper drinking water.

- [Robert] I didn't come here to steal from you.

I came here so that my company can learn

how to treat your community with respect.

- They're not inside.

- [Robert] Men died out there today.

On the road and in the bushes.

What's their crime?

What did they do?

Are your people completely innocent in this exploitation?

It takes two people to screw.

Or get screwed.

- [Rex] How long we lookin' at?

- No company has ever requested

to cancel an oil mining lease.

Response from this ministry could take months.

- Thanks, man.

I'll be in touch.

A cancellation takes four months?

What about my kids?

- They are safe.

Powell's family too.

I'll be in touch.

- [Azu] Calling the cops, Mr. Rex?

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- No problem, no problem, sir.

He will be important to us.

You say he has diabetes two?

- [Timipre] Yes, yes.

- He'll be fine.

- Thank you, sir.

Are you the commander here?

- Yes, sir.

Would you be able to find your way out of here by yourself?

(Timipre laughs)

- I have been acquainted with this creek for over 70 years.

(speaks foreign language)

- [Timipre] Thank you, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- He's fine.

(ominous music)

- Oh my God!

(singing in foreign language)

(guns firing)

- What fish has Mopoi just caught?

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

- [Soldier] Go.

You, raise him up.

Move it!

Move.

(shouts in foreign language)

- We meet again, old man.

- That's your bad luck.

(soldier shouts in foreign language)

- You.

I need him alive.

(soldier shouts in foreign language)

- No, it won't.

- [Azu] So what will you do now?

(chains clanking)

- I see you had a good sleep.

Hm?

Enjoying your creek holiday?

Hm?

(soldier shouts in foreign language)

- [soldier] Let us see your face.

- Come on.

Smile for the camera.

- [Soldier] Raise your face.

- [Soldier] Smile.

(soldier shouts in foreign language)

- Get this opulopu from here.

(shouts in foreign language)

(crank rattling)

He disrespected me.

Cut his arms loose.

(moderate music)

I'm going to teach you three lessons.

(cries out)

Lesson number one.

Never

hide a traitor.

(whip striking) (cries out)

Lesson number two.

Never hide a traitor.

(whip striking) (cries out)

And lesson number three.

Never, ever hide a traitor.

(whip striking) (cries out)

- No, no!

- [Gunpowder] Tie her arms up.

- That's enough!

- Sit down!

Sit down!

Be glad he accept the boy.

Or you die.

You think we're joking here?

- I should probably mingle his blood

with that of other traitors in the Oloibiri oil wells.

- Must we die to relieve your lust?

- What a way to weep, old man.

- Am I right?

Now you pray

to your Oloibiri elders.

Just hoist me and release this boy.

- Let us talk about the elders of Oloibiri.

Your corruption, your greed, and your compensation culture.

- I fought for Oloibiri.

I never demanded a bribe.

- You are worse than those who took bribes,

because you ran.

You jumped ship.

- What was I expected to do?

To fight an entire clan alone?

- Nigeria has wasted because of the likes of you.

Just migrate?

Run away?

Or simply watch the militants and their greed?

Churches ripping people off,

multinationals exploiting the people,

all backed by the Sirubikes of our own land.

- I agree with you.

I agree with you.

But violence has never birthed a sensible solution.

- So you're on my side?

Look at the youths of Oloibiri,

hapless and hopeless.

- You feed

their haplessness

with your wicked philosophies.

- I tell them the truth.

- And what is the truth?

Thrashing a young boy to death?

That's inhuman.

- Lash him!

- Enough, enough, enough!

(whip striking)

That's enough!

No!

That's enough!

You want me, you got me.

My God,

these people don't deserve this.

It's my fault that they're here.

Take me.

Please.

Don't hurt them anymore.

Please.

- [Gunpowder] Cut him loose.

(ominous music)

- No cops.

- Things remain sketchy regarding

where and when this kidnapping took place.

Information keeps dribbling in from different sources.

As was stated at the top,

Foreshaw has recorded significant deeds

with its oil fields in Nigeria's Niger Delta.

But today, in a surprising turn of events,

the minister of petroleum decided to cancel

the oil mining lease in Oloibiri for Foreshaw Exploration.

- [Detective] Yes, sir.

The oil mining lease has just been canceled by the minister.

It's all over the news.

Turn on your TV, man.

Come on.

- This lease was supposed to run for at least 30 years.

It is not yet clear when Robert Powell

and his Nigerian partners--

- Yes.

- Sir.

Sir, are you there?

Are you there?

Sir, are you there?

- [Azu] We will be in touch regarding Robert Powell.

- So where are the wife and the kids?

Sir?

Sir, are you there?

- [Azu] We will be in touch with you.

- Yes, we've done what you requested.

Now you need to help us too.

So why don't you go on and tell me more

about the wife and the kids.

Are they okay?

Sir?

- [Azu] We will be in touch with news about Powell shortly.

- Come on, man.

We've done everything you requested.

Can you just give us some more information?

- [Azu] We will be in touch with you.

- Who sent you?

(ominous music)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

- [Azu] We'll be in touch with you.

I just said we will be in touch shortly about Powell.

The girls are here and safe.

We will be in touch with you.

The girls are here.

- [Police Officer On Radio] PD, the site's secure.

You guys might want to get in here.

- Copy that.

- When is your flight?

- We made it, Gunpowder.

We made it happen.

A company's renouncing to us

before trying to exploit the Niger Delta.

- Yeah.

- When are we going to let him go?

- [Gunpowder] Letting who go?

- My boss.

- That's not gonna happen, boys.

(voice speaking over loudspeaker)

- Gunpowder, we agreed that once the oil well was canceled,

that you would let them go.

No bloodshed.

- No, brah.

This is not a kidnap for ransom business.

You have your tickets.

Both of you should chill in London for a while.

The police will never find you.

Look, I'm very, very proud of you guys.

But I just can't let them go.

Robert Powell and Cyril Beke must pay with their blood.

That's just how it is.

We must start to take responsibility

for all the wrongs done to us in the Niger Delta.

- I gave this my all to save Otuabake from exploitation,

not to kill my boss.

- Years from now,

you will be proud that you killed these two men today.

- [Dobra] We'll call you when we arrive in London.

- All right.

Take care of Azu.

- Come on, let's go.

Azu, let's go.

(voice speaking over loudspeaker)

(soldier snoring)

- Hoo!

(Chisom whimpers)

(soldier snoring)

Hoo!

- The son of the thief of Penubri.

(Timipre laughs)

- What did you say?

- Your father tied his brother to a pole.

- Shut up.

- Had him beaten up to death.

- I said shut up!

- Of a piece of land.

- I said shut up!

(pants)

(voice speaking over loudspeaker)

(pants)

(suspenseful music)

- [Detective] Come on, man.

You gotta tell us who you were workin' for.

- For Matumono Truman Elias.

The Gunpowder.

(singing in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

(guns firing)

- [Chisom] Oh!

(cries)

- Move, move, move.

Let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Move, move, move, move.

(guns firing)

(soldier screams)

(glass shattering)

- [Ibiere] I am Oloibiri.

My son was pushed into militancy.

Am I to be pitied as well?

- Father blessed my rosary.

- [Ibiere] Has my son died in vain?

- [Soldier] Get down.

Get down!

- [Ibiere] I am Oloibiri.

Never to let this tragedy happen again.

(gentle music)

- Powell.

You think you can leave this country without my knowing?

- It's time to go home.

- Yeah, yeah.

- I should have known more than I did.

And I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

Safe journey.

- Thank you.