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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.