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Me, me, me, me.

What do you think of that?

Well, a nice neat job.

If there's a next time, it's all yours.

Sir.

Just as we thought, Superintendent.

Sabotage.

Sabotage, Halliday.

Now, what precisely are you police doing
to prevent it? All we can, sir. Short of

taking official action against those
people who are responsible.

That isn't a fair statement of the
position.

Up till now, it hasn't amounted to very
much.

Masuto's directing a campaign of
destruction against this company.

Do you have any evidence to support that
allegation that should be reported to

the governor? Oh, come off it, Halliday.

Masuto's declared war on us. You know
that as well as I do. Now, if this goes

on, I shall shut down the operation.

I shall close up, I promise you.

Look, we all know Masuto wants
independence for Kalunga, but I can't

see that his cause is advanced by
irresponsible sabotage.

Irresponsible sabotage is his cause.

Subversion, sabotage and terror.

This is the man that Whitehall, in its
wisdom, wants to hand over to.

Politics are beyond my competence.

Preventing sabotage, superintendent.

Is that beyond your competence?

If you're seeing the governor, you can
take it up with him.

Yes, I will.

Believe me.

Meantime, I've issued instructions to
Turner here that henceforth my company

police will rely entirely on themselves.

As long as they keep within the law.

What law?

Good day, Mr. Woolman.

Good day.

Good afternoon, superintendent.

Thomas!

This is unexpected.

How nice to see you.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Well, of course not.

You're quite a stranger these days.

I'm sorry James isn't home.

I've just seen your husband.

You have?

As a matter of fact, I'd like a word
with Mr Cameron.

Yes, I think Father's in.

I know the way.

No, Superintendent.

He moved to the West Wing.

Of course. I was forgetting.

Come in.

Thomas. This is a pleasant surprise.

Good to see you. Hello, Mr Cameron.

Come along in.

Drink? No, thank you.

No drink.

It must be serious.

I'm worried.

Aren't we all?

I, um... I gather you've discussed this
explosion with my son-in-law.

I have.

He accused Masuto of sabotage and me of
rank incompetence.

But that's beside the point.

He's talking in terms of a lockout.

News to me?

That's why I came to see you.

Suspicion is one thing.

Evidence is another.

There's no proof that Masuto is
involved.

Masuto's never made any secret of his
aims.

Out-and-out independence and nothing
short of it.

He's a fighter, Thomas.

I've known him for 15 years.

A beloved enemy, you could call him.

I may not have known Masuto for as long
as you have, but I have been out here

for 10 years.

Do you honestly believe he blew that
dump?

He doesn't square with his present line,
or what he says is his line.

Precisely. Now that Whitehall wants to
do a deal with him, it's not beyond

Gombe Basuto to pile on the pressure.
You've got to intervene, Mr Cameron.

If your son-in-law shuts down that
plant, it'll raise tempers to boiling

point. You forget, I'm no longer chief
executive of the Cameron Mining Company.

You're still chairman of the board.

Semi-retired.

James is a brilliant and capable young
man.

I've a lot of confidence in his
judgment.

Violence, sabotage and terror won't be
solved by accusations against Masuto.

Nor by calling in that riffraff of the
company police.

I'm sorry, Mr Cameron.

It's simply that, as an old policeman, I
know the consequences of a shutdown.

You've got to intervene.

No, Thomas, I've retired. I've got to
give James his head.

Then maybe it's time for me to retire
and leave Kalunga and his problems to

somebody else.

You built an industry here, Mr Cameron.
You devoted your life to this colony.

If you don't care what happens, why
should I?

Thomas, sit down and have a drink with
me.

Mr Cameron, I've got work to do.

Somebody's trying to destroy a former
property of yours.

Ah, McGill.

You on this afternoon?

No, I'm not, thank goodness.

Oh, you're lucky.

It's the worst shift of the day.

Can't stand the heat and dust.

He can't stand anything. The job, the
place, the people. What are you doing in

Turner's private home, anyway? Why don't
you go home? Same reason as you, Harry

boy. They wouldn't have me.

Now, come on, Sam. Let's have a cold one
this time.

You're thinking of going into town
tonight, me and some of the boys.

How about you?

No, thanks. You'd better count me out. I
don't think I could afford it.

Oh. Well, if you're going to be at home
later, the situation could improve.

Say, between 8 and 9?

What's happening between 8 and 9?

Well, for one thing, the sun's going
down. It's not going to be so hot then.

Oh, funny, funny.

Your punctual McGill? Well, my daddy was
a railroad man, sir.

You, uh... You know there was another
incident last night?

Yes, sir. Sure do.

They blew up a fuel dump.

Correction, sir.

I blew up the fuel dump.

You?

Yes, sir. I just did my first job for
them.

For who?

What are you talking about?

Well, you hired me to infiltrate the
company police.

Yes, because complaints of their methods
reached me.

I don't like strong arms in uniform or
out.

Or unnecessary brutality.

Well, besides the brutality, Mr.
Cameron, they're blowing up your fuel

dump.

It's not possible.

Last night, my superior officer asked me
if I wanted to make a little extra

money. A little illegal money.

So I said, okay, if it's not too little.

So he took a spin down to the company
compound and blew up your fuel dump.

I simply can't accept that.

Well, then maybe you better just pay me
now and forget the whole thing.

Who asked you to do this?

Harry Bates.

And he brought a gun along with him to
make sure I didn't change my mind.

Bates?

He's a nobody. He simply takes orders.

Who gives them?

I suppose I could find out tonight with
a little luck, if you want me to go on.

I do.

Well, thanks for the drink.

Oh, McGill.

If you have to blow up any more of my
property go easy, will you?

Good evening, McGill.

Good evening, sir.

Everything all right?

Yes, sir, everything's fine.

Any complaints?

No, sir, none that I can think of.

Good. Bates tells me you're settling
down very nicely.

Oh, that's very nice of him. Would you
care for a beer? No, thanks.

And does your work include dynamiting
company property?

Sir?

You deny it?

Yes, sir, I sure do. I don't know what
you're talking about.

Because if you were ever to admit it,
you'd be in very serious trouble.

Yes, sir, I think I would.

By the way, this envelope for you.

You needn't sign for it.

Is that a letter from home?

Let's call it a morale booster.

Satisfactory?

Well, let's say my morale's boosted.

Bates may have some other little drones
for you.

Very good, sir. Look forward to doing
them. Fine.

Good night.

Good night, sir. In a few moments,
Miguel, if you'll just look outside,

you'll see something rather interesting.

Don't move, Mr. McGill.

Now, what's going on?

That.

How was I supposed to do that?

Nobody said you did.

Now, Mr. McGill.

The number three fuel answer.

The blast and fire destroyed the sheds
as well.

Are there any casualties?

No one killed, but half a dozen of the
colored hands have been taken to

hospital. Two of them are pretty bad.

This is terrible.

I wish James was here.

He's still over there, inspecting the
damage. Half a dozen men in hospital

this time.

Next, who knows?

I wonder what was behind it.

James won't be pleased to see me.

Isn't it time you two got together?

This bickering is something we can't
afford in the circumstances.

That's a shocking mess. You've no idea.

Police running in all directions.

Not a suspect in sight, let alone an
arrest.

Not likely to be.

And what to the company, police report,
Mr Baldwin?

There aren't enough of them to make up
for the inefficiency of Her Majesty's

forces.

You must excuse me.

Just a minute, Halliday.

Now, this sabotage is endangering lives
as well as property.

I think you should know I'm putting an
emergency resolution to our board of

directors tomorrow.

A resolution calling for the immediate
closure of three sites.

For one thing, thanks to terrorist
activity, we're faced with an acute fuel

shortage. We can get more oil if
necessary.

So that Masuto can blow it up again.

No, thanks. I've had enough.

And when you close down the sites, what
happens to the men?

Well, they'll be laid off as a temporary
measure.

You don't seriously expect me to keep
1,100 men sitting around doing nothing?

If you put 1,100 men out of work, you'll
have a full-scale riot on your hands.

Then it'll be your duty to control it.
It's also my job to try and prevent it.

I agree.

Control it.

Stop Masuto.

Stop his terror.

Then we'll all be able to resume work.

I assume that is a message for the
governor.

Yes, Halliday.

I'm sorry, darling, that wasn't very
pleasant.

I do see your point.

But I see Thomas's too.

1,100 men out of work.

Isn't there any other way?

Certainly there's another way.

We simply stand and deliver.

Hand over the company, the colony, the
whole shoot to Masuto and his

terrorists.

James, the native terrorists don't
exist.

What's that?

I don't see eye to eye with Masuto. I
don't even trust him.

But that's not the point.

The men who fired the fuel dumps last
night, Were white.

Rubbish. Men in your company police.

Turner's men.

Father, honestly.

I can prove it. How? Father, won't you
ever let go?

I hired someone to investigate the
sabotage.

You did this without consulting me?

Behind my back?

Because I knew you wouldn't listen to
me.

I've tried to have this out with you
before, James.

I don't like Turner, and I don't like
the way he runs his police.

Turner's a good man for the job.

Did you say anything about this to
Halliday?

I did not.

Naturally, you're the first and only
person to know.

I gave my name to the company.

Its reputation means a great deal to me.

James, I shall take the chair at your
meeting tomorrow.

I consider the board should make their
decision on all the facts.

Naturally.

By the way, who is this super sleuth of
yours?

An American.

McGill.

Mr. McGill, let me introduce myself.

I am Gombe Masuto.

Well, I think you know me. I'm the guy
with the gun in his back.

I owe you an apology, but would you have
responded to a polite invitation?

Well, I can't say, because I didn't get
one.

Bastola?

Drink?

Yes, scotch on the rocks would be great.

The Encyclopedia Britannica will tell
you that the favorite beverage of the

tribe to which I belong is the blood of
cattle mixed with milk.

Personally, I prefer a dry martini.

Cheers. Cheers.

Now, what do you want, Mr. Toth?

I want what Africans want all over this
continent.

Our freedom.

Equal opportunity.

And for a start, you want the Cameron
Mining Company.

Well, that is a side issue.

Well, it's not to Baldwin or to Cameron.

Looks to me like you're being handed
this colony on a silver platter anyway,

so what's the problem?

The Camerons and the Baldwins.

Do you really believe that they'll give
up so easily?

The good intentions of the British
government are one thing.

The Camerons and the Baldwins have dug
in and they intend to stay.

Is that why you brought me here at
gunpoint, to tell me that?

You left American intelligence accused
of something very close to treason.

Was it true?

But you don't reply.

Well, I'm in the same position.

I know the truth, but I can't speak out.

No one would believe it coming from me.

I'm not responsible for the sabotage at
the mines. It isn't in my interest.

A crisis in the colony is the last thing
I want with independence talks going on.

In fact, the trouble is not the work of
Africans at all, as you well know.

Do I?

Garfield Cameron employed you to find
out what's been going on.

How did I do? Well, tonight you managed
to establish that the sabotage is being

run by Major Turner.

How many eyes and ears do you have
around here?

About 50,000.

The entire African population, they tell
me everything.

For instance, you know that Bates gets
his orders from Turner.

Who do you think gives Sterner his
orders?

Don't play games now. Just tell me who.

James Baldwin.

Baldwin? Blowing up his own property?
He's not that crazy.

Well, he's crazy enough to create
violence and unrest and blame it on me.

He wants to delay independence by
discrediting me.

Look, even if all this is true, why are
you telling me?

Garfield Cameron is no friend of mine.

But he's honest.

He's grown with Kalunga.

I want you to go and tell him what I've
just told you.

What, that his son-in-law's behind all
the sabotage?

Why don't you tell him yourself?

Well, he'll believe it coming from you.

He employed you to find the answers,
didn't he? Not that answer.

Behind me, pushing me, are others more
militant.

Urging me to go faster, by any method.

I can't be seen with Cameron.

They think I was selling out.

So I want you to go to Cameron and tell
him the truth about the sabotage.

And tell him this.

That if work stops and 1,100 men and
their families go hungry, I can't be

responsible for what happens.

There'll be chaos.

I shall topple and Kalunga will go with
me. And so will Cameron's mines.

How long has McGill been with the
company?

Oh, not long. A couple of weeks or so.
He heard about the job through Bates.

Thanks. You engaged him?

That's right.

He's a good man, McGill. That's all we
need.

Took part in Operation Fuel Dump last
night.

Know anything about him?

He's from Texas.

Told me he served with the mercenaries
in the Congo.

And there's some reason why he can't go
home to America.

He told you that?

These things get around.

Did you check his story?

Oh, let's face it, James, we've got all
sorts here. Bates ought to know. He

thinks he's all right.

I didn't ask you for Bates's opinion.

Did you check his story?

Well, no, I didn't think it was
necessary.

It all adds up.

You're a fool, Turner.

McGill's an investigator working for my
father-in-law.

James? Are you sure about this? Of
course I'm sure. Then why did he go out

with the sabotage job? Well, don't ask
me.

I'm never in the middle of your
recruiting method, sir.

I thought you had a little elementary
common sense. You knew the risk we ran.

It was your idea. That's right. Blame
me. Blame me, you monumental clown. If

you're psychic, I'm not.

All right.

Now, look, Turner.

It's just possible I can handle my
father-in-law.

But if McGill opens his mouth to anyone
else, we're through.

Finished. Then what do you suggest?

He's got to be kept quiet.

How?

Well, you're the specialist.

Well, nobody's safe from the native
terrorists nowadays.

We'd be better to keep our guns.

The natives don't carry them.

Or aren't supposed to.

Spare me the details.

All I know is McGill must go.

For my money, Bates is our man.

Yes, Mr Baldwin.

Right then, you'd better get on with it.

Good night, Mrs Baldwin.

Good night, Turner.

Darling, we must have disturbed you.

No, it wasn't that.

I wondered if you were ever coming to
bed.

You need the sleep, darling.

Yes, I know.

I wasn't eavesdropping, but were you
quarrelling with Turner?

What have you over here?

I came in at the tail end.

Nothing except that Turner had a staff
problem.

Must he bother you with him at this time
of night?

Darling, we do have a crisis on our
hands, and Turner's very much in the

middle of it.

Let's get some sleep, shall we?

James?

Mm-hmm?

Maybe I'm prejudiced.

What about?

Turner.

Oh, darling, please.

Just about as much as I can take for one
evening.

It's just that sometimes I think he
strings you along.

Strings me along?

I mean, he plays up the trouble with the
Africans.

There are people who are, well, born
policemen.

Have you been talking to your father?

Where old pal Thomas?

He's a policeman, all right. No, I
haven't been talking to anybody.

Darling, we're not living on a
plantation in the 19th century. I can

see Turner cracking the whip.

You really got it in for him, didn't
you?

What was the trouble about McGill?

McGill's been playing a very dangerous
game.

The sooner he's out of Colunga, the
happier I shall be.

For his own sake and mine.

You don't know?

What do you want? You're with the whole
house. Great.

Who are you?

McGill. McGill. McGill.

What happened?

I want to see you, Baldwin.

What's the matter? What's happening?

I'll deal with this. You go back to bed,
darling. Please.

Got a message from Masuto and one from
me.

My old son-in-law directing a campaign
of sabotage against the company?

It's preposterous.

Well, thank you for that, Garfield.

I mean, what evidence did he produce?

Not much.

Except he has about a thousand eyes and
ears all over Colunga, and I believe

him.

So what it boils down to is it's
Masuto's word against mine.

You think this is my imagination,
Buster?

It's Masuto again.

No, it's not Masuto. Masuto wanted me
alive to deliver this message.

These people are killers.

So if I'm destroying my own property as
an excuse to close down operations, a

little thing like killing you off
wouldn't upset my conscience?

That's right.

You're insane.

Bates was in on it, too.

Well, maybe Bates.

Bates works for James.

Perhaps for Masuto, too.

Perhaps Bates found out that you were
working for me and got desperate.

How'd he find out? Who told him?

I don't know. I didn't mention it to
anybody except... Except him, right?

I don't propose to take this charge
seriously. I'm surprised, Garfield, that

you do.

He has a right to be angry.

An attempt has been made on his life.

This man, upon whose unsupported word
you place so much reliance, has by his

own admission taken part in sabotage. In
order to get evidence against Bates and

Turner. That's what he says. Why should
we believe him?

Besides, he's a friend of Masuto's.

I met him once with a gun in my back, if
you call that friendly.

I think... Masuto saw a chance of using
your man against me to create a rift

between us at a crucial moment.

I think Masuto offered McGill money to
tell you this trumped-up story.

McGill sold out.

And not for the first time, either.

I don't understand.

I've been doing some investigation
myself.

The man's a renegade.

He's a former agent for American
intelligence who sold out.

Betrayed his country and his
organization.

I suppose I could hand you over to the
police for your part in the sabotage.

I don't intend to do so.

It wouldn't look good for us whites out
here.

I'll send you a check.

You'd better get out of Kalunga before I
change my mind.

Okay.

But if anybody so much as touches me
around here, I'm coming back for you,

Jimmy, baby.

Cole, shall I get some more?

Hmm?

I've got the board meeting this morning.

Yes, I know, James. I've not forgotten.

I shan't be there.

You said you'd take the chair.

It hardly seems necessary after what's
just transpired.

I rely on you to take whatever steps you
consider necessary.

I'm too old for this.

As Patricia said, the time has come to
let go.

How are you, Cameron, here? It's
Halliday, sir.

Oh, Halliday. I'm glad you called.

I've got something to tell you.

Yes, sir, of course. But excuse me. Is
Mr. Baldwin with you?

I've got an urgent message for him.

No, I expect he's on his way to the
board meeting.

That's why I wanted to warn you. It was
to let him know that we've just found

one of your company officers dead.

Murdered.

What's that?

Who? Bates.

You will inform Mr. Baldwin as soon as
possible.

Indeed, I will.

Thank you.

And Halliday.

Yes? I wanted to warn you, the Cameron
Mining Company is closing down.

Anna? May I come in, Father?

Of course.

It's terrible waiting, not knowing
what's going on out there.

James is over at the compound, is he?

Yes, they were putting the closure
notices up this morning.

He didn't say anything, but I could see
he was expecting trouble.

Well, if you throw a thousand men onto
the bread line... You agreed with him,

didn't you?

You do think he's right to shut down?

It was all against my own instincts,
Patricia.

But, uh...

In the circumstances... Yes.

Thomas Halliday was against it too.

Thomas and I belong to another
generation.

I was never faced with this rampant
nationalism.

New men, new situations.

New means of handling them.

I backed Thomas against Turner every day
of the week.

The other night I came in on the most
fearful row between James and him.

And Turner?

If it had been Halliday, it wouldn't
surprise me.

All to do with a couple of Turner's
police.

McGill and Bates.

McGill and Bates?

Patricia, when did this happen?

Last night, before that man McGill
charged in and began shouting.

Why did McGill come here this morning?

Because someone tried to kill him.

To kill him?

He said it was Bates.

James denied it.

And now Bates is dead.

You sound as if you were accusing James
of something terrible.

I know James is ambitious, a bit
ruthless,

but... Oh, no.

Patricia, what is it?

What James and Tanner were arguing
about.

It makes sense now, but...

What did you hear?

James said... McGill has to go.

Before the attempt to kill him.

And then Turner said yes.

And then James... James said... Bates

is our man.

Okay, I accept what you say.

But this morning you believed Baldwin
and now you're believing me.

Will you please listen to me?

I have a plane to catch. I wouldn't come
to you if I could think of anything

else. But I need cooperation if we are
to avoid complete and utter disaster.

Why don't you ask your loving
son-in-law? I have a message for Masuto.

I want you to deliver it. What do you
people think I am around here? The

mailman? I want you to tell him we'll
resume work as soon as I can put things

right. Just a few days.

Give him my word on that, provided he'll
use his influence to stop the riot.

Baldwin will never go for that.

He'll have no choice.

Between us, my daughter and I hold a
majority of the shares.

I'm going to the board.

You mean you're going to take over
again?

Yes.

Well, excuse me for asking, but I know
that Rizzuto's going to ask me. Now, why

should he believe that your daughter
will vote with you?

She overheard James making certain
arrangements about you.

That's a very delicate way of putting
it.

Look. And this thing has just gone too
far. The whole thing is going to blow

up, and it's none of my business.

It's not my company. It's not my
quarrel. It's not my country.

Mr. McGill, you are now the one man who
may be able to stop bloodshed.

I said there'd be trouble once those
notices went up.

Are you telling me how to run my own
company?

It may interest you to know, Halliday,
it wasn't my personal decision.

The board approved it unanimously.

Well, now the board has made it.

I'll draft in all the men I can spare.

Your pleas.

Her Majesty's government's integrated
police.

What do you survey? Half of them are
disaffected already.

No, Halliday.

I must have permission to use these.

You won't get it from me. That's only
adding fuel to the flames.

That's not really the happiest
comparison.

For heaven's sake, Baldwin.

Your workers aren't an army.

They don't carry guns.

They want their jobs.

Talk to them.

Compromise with them. We must have the
means to protect this property. And that

means rifles.

Which means permission from the
governor.

I'll get that permission.

I'll go and see him at once.

And I'll go with you.

I agree with Superintendent Halliday.

Issuing guns to your police is an
extremely grave step.

Grave?

Isn't the situation grave?

I've informed Mr. Baldwin that I'm
sending every available man down to the

compound. And I have informed the
superintendent that it isn't enough.

There's no telling what his coloured
police will get up to. They're in

sympathy with Masuto to a man.

Gentlemen, we must view this situation
in its wider context.

The government in London is evaluating
the whole question of Kalunga's

independence.

I wish you could see for yourself what's
going on down at that site.

Independence for those savages.

If I declare a state of emergency, I
shall have Whitehall breathing down my

neck hard.

They'll breathe harder when there's a
full-scale massacre here. I tell you,

the Africans are out of control.

Once the shooting begins, that's the
end.

Unless we're given means to control this
mob, there'll be nothing left to hand

over to Masuto or anyone else.

If only Cameron had made a decision
early, if only it stood his ground, this

whole disaster could have been averted.

But surely there's still time.

I don't know. This is an impatient
generation.

We'll never win our freedom with
moderation, they say.

Let us have blood.

Because after the blood comes freedom.

Look, couldn't you talk to them? Surely
they'll listen to you.

You overestimate my powers of
persuasion.

I don't think so.

It's easy to stand there and say, let's
stop the riot.

But I'm not a magician.

Neither is Garfield Cameron.

The governor has declared a state of
emergency.

This means that Baldwin will equip his
men with guns.

He'll use them too.

Let's go.

It's happened.

They're marching on the mine.

And a message to Masuto. Surely he can
stop them?

If anyone can save the situation, it's
you.

That's enough. Come on, boys. Up to the
wire.

I made my decision with a great deal of
reluctance, James.

I'm sure it was the right decision, sir.

Kalunga isn't ready for independence
yet. We are not the policy makers.

It's not for either you or me to say.

The government knows my views.

Well, we're the men on the spot.

What do they know or care in London?

Have you heard from Turner?

Has he got the situation down there
under control?

Turner's a good man, sir. He'll handle
it.

Excuse me.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Baldwin here.

Murderer. No.

Murderer.