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(gun bangs)
(explosion booms)

(camera shutter clicking)

(artillery booming)
(men moaning)

- Well, it seems certain that
the militia will eventually

gain the upper hand in these hostilities.

- The Federal Militia have taken over

the main road leading into town

and are gradually pushing
through barricades

set up by (gunshots drown out speech).

- Shows no sign of abating.

Reporting from the frontline,
this Ed Johnson, GSN.

(gunshots whizzing and popping)

(men screaming)

(explosion booms)

Come on, go!

Get to the warehouse, take cover!

(gunshots popping)
(men faintly shouting)

(dramatic music)

(binoculars beeping)

(explosion booms)
(woman gasps)

(dramatic music)

Come on, come on.

- You've got to move.

- I've been hit.

- There's a bomb.
- Go, go, go!

Get out of here!

(timer beeping)

(explosion booms)

- The recipient has gone
beyond the realms of journalism

by showing that there is
more to our sense of purpose

than just getting the scoop.

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow journalists,

the Special Journalist
of Merit Award goes to

Africa's own Michael Power.

(audience applauding and cheering)

(camera shutter clicking)

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well-deserved.
(camera shutter clicks)

- Thank you very much.
(audience whistling)

Thank you.
(audience applauds)

Most of us, not just journalists,

everyone, we look but we do not see.

We listen but we do not hear.

We talk, wow, how we talk,

but we do not always communicate.

To communicate what is true,

what is valuable, and right,

to believe in that, that is
the challenge we all share.

I'm very proud to be a journalist.

To be rewarded for it?

Well, that's a wonderful
and unexpected bonus.

I thank you all so very much.

(audience cheering and applauding)

- Yeah!

- [Host] Again, sir, thank you.

- Laura and I were hoping
you'd stick around long enough

to come over for dinner.

- I'd love to, but.

- Another story.
- Always.

- You gonna tell me what?

- Global water crisis, Time Magazine.

- That's some story, huh?

- Hm, you know half the world's
populations affected by it.

The other half ought to
do something about it.

- So where do you start?

- Hm, a wonderful land,
a place with a future.

(chuckles) My own backyard, Africa.

("The Sound of the Drums"
by Angelique Kidjo)

♪ I've been away for
so long that I wonder ♪

♪ If the sound of the
drums still has its power ♪

♪ Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa ♪

♪ I've been away for
so long that I wonder ♪

♪ Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa ♪

♪ If the sound of the
drums still has its power ♪

♪ Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa ♪

(singing in foreign language)

- [President] Now, we
come to the final matter

on the agenda, the
defense budget contract,

worth a total of 500 million U.S. dollars.

Minister for Defense,
Honorable Patrick Lembe.

- (clears throat) Mr. President,

after carefully assessing
the tenders submitted,

the most competitive
are from the companies

DeFactor and Arms Link.

However, as I explained
to Secretary Ojuka,

I favor Arms Link due to their additional

seven year post-sale service agreement.

- I do endorse the view of the Minister.

- (scoffs) What a travesty.

$500 million to spend on stockpiling arms

and weapons of destruction,

when 60% of our population
lacks clean water?

I have with my own eyes seen
the suffering of our people.

The lack of basic amenities,
such as drinking water,

causing illness, death,
and untold hardship.

At any one time, half of
our people are suffering

from illnesses that come from
a basic lack of clean water

and proper sanitation.

Minister, do you want to elaborate?

- We simply haven't enough funds

to meet their medical demands.

- This is preventable.

Do you realize that for every
10 armored tanks that we have,

we can buy 50 bulldozers?

Every fighter plane, we can
lay 10,000 miles of pipework.

And for all the thousands
of rifles that we have,

we can provide 10,000 water pumps.

(solemn music)

In the absence of any threat
to this country's stability,

I refuse to waste millions
of dollars on arms.

As of now, the defense budget is shelved.

We will reallocate the funds towards

the commissioning of the
Water For All project.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we can fill our own glasses
of water whenever we want.

Let's not take that for granted, ever.

(cabinet members applauding)

("Yolele" by Papa Wemba)

- [Announcer] Africa Airlines

Flight 342 from Chicago has landed.

- Good afternoon, ladies
and gentlemen, and welcome.

It is a great honor for me to
address you this afternoon.

My corporation, Rhinestone,
is bringing you all together

by making technology available
that will bridge the gap

between cultures, people, and languages.

I'm launching my scheme, Log-On Africa,

by trying to piece together.
(camera shutter clicks)

- Michael (chuckles).

- How are you doing?

- Great, how was Chicago?
- It was good.

Ed sends his love.
- Awe.

- I noticed Thomas Rhines has managed

to slip quietly into the country.

- Well, quietly doesn't get you ahead,

now, does it?
(both laughing)

- The shortest distance between people.

(camera shutter clicking)
(crowd applauding)

- Where's Jomo?
- One guess.

- Football.
- Mm-hmm.

- Listen, I'll catch ya later.
- See ya, baby.

- Will be the national primary
school here in the capital.

I've always loved Mother Africa.

She's always given me so much pleasure.

And, indeed, it feels good to give back.

I often say that in my heart,

I am an African in a European's skin.

(crowd applauding)
(singing in foreign language)

- Michael, you're back!

- Jomo, you're late.
(Jomo laughs)

- Sorry, the match went into extra time.

And you know what?
- Hm?

- It was still a draw.
- Oh, come on.

You're trying to tell
me I had to stay here

and listen to Thomas Rhines
for the sake of a draw?

- No, no, no, you had to stay here

and listen to Thomas Rhines in expectation

of victory, my friend.

(singing in foreign language)

Think about tonight.

You, me, and Anita, 6:00 o'clock.

Okay?
- Cool.

(keys jingling)

♪ Do you really want to throw away ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Do you really want to fight ♪

♪ Are you sure you want to see it ♪

(shower drowns out singing)

(vocalized singing)

Oh, no (chuckles).

Welcome home.

(soft jazz music)

- [Group] Surprise!

(Anita and Jomo laughing)

- You and Jomo set this up?
- Yeah.

- You have no idea how
much trouble you're in.

- You didn't expect to get
away without a celebration,

did you?
- Come on down here.

- No, but did you guys
ever stop and wonder

what the hell you were
doing when all these bullets

were zipping around, huh?

- Were bullets zipping around?
- Yes.

- You should've told me this.

No, come on, seriously.

The danger, you don't really feel it

when you're in the middle of it.

- Hey, Michael, you
know I know the feeling.

It's just like being an accountant.

- Please, Jomo.
(men laughing)

When our time is up, it's up.

Accidents do happen.

- And you never see them coming.

- Madam Baka.

I'm so pleased you're here.

- Oh, Anita.

- You know Jomo.

- Nice to see you again, Madam.

- How do you do?
- Fine, Madam.

- Guys, excuse us just a second, huh?

- And how is my favorite prodigy?

- I'm fine.

I even brought you something back.

- Chocolates?

- This is for you.
- Oh, no.

Michael, I can't.

You earned it.
- I insist.

(jazz funk music)

- Anita, you know I sometimes
worry that you guys,

you don't come back.
- We'll always come back.

This is our home.

- Yeah, I know it's our home.

But, well, what if something
happens to him, huh?

Or you?
(bar patrons laughing)

- Michael knows what he's doing, huh?

Let's celebrate that.
- (chuckles) Cheers.

- So how are things at the editor's desk?

- Hectic (sighs).

The president's water project
has caused quite a stir.

And so your water story could
become quite controversial.

- That's what makes headlines.

- It's uncanny.

You are always in the right
place at the right time.

- (laughs) Good teacher.
(Madam chuckles)

- You know, I have been inundated with

emails and phone calls
from all over the world.

I even got a call from
some stressed-out American

demanding a meeting.

(train whistle blaring)

("Agolo" by Angelique Kidjo)

(singing in foreign language)

(horn honking)

- Benji!
- Michael!

- (chuckles) Jump in.

All right, have a seat.

Okay, you get her this time.

Uncle George.

- Welcome home, Michael.

- Thank you.
- Oh, Michael.

Oh, you haven't been eating.

You've lost weight, again.

- (scoffs) Auntie Comfort,
I eat all the time.

Honestly.
- No, no, no, no, no.

You're way too thin.

And you know I'm never happy

if I can still get my arms around you.

Welcome home.
- Thank you, Auntie.

- And how are you, today?

- Chief Fodio.

- Michael Power.

- How are you, sir?
- Welcome.

- Thank you.
- Welcome home.

(audiotape squeaking)
(suspenseful music)

(electronics screeching)

- Mr. Marshall?

(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)

Mr. Marshall?

Mr. Marshall?

(Madam gasps)
(ominous music)

(phone beeping)

(fist thuds)
(intense music)

- Be good, Nunu.

Children, don't forget to wash your hands.

- Nothing changes (chuckles).

- Cleanliness is next to godliness.

- So it is, can we eat?

- Let us own honor Comfort by eating well.

- Thank you, Chief.

- This food is nice.
(children faintly chattering)

- This is great, Aunt Comfort.

- Thank you, Michael.
(children faintly chattering)

- Your work takes you further

and further away these days, Michael.

- I follow the stories.

It's not often that they come to you.

But you'll be glad to know
that my present assignment

starts here.
- Here?

- Right here.
- Then you will be able

to attend the village bazaar.

- I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Ah, good.

No matter how long the
turtle's head is out,

it must go back inside its shell.

(children giggling)
(speaking in foreign language)

Michael, the president's water thing,

what does it mean?

- Basically, the government
will buy the equipment;

pipelines, water pumps,
whatever is needed.

But the key thing is it is to be driven

by the local communities.
- At last.

You know who fetches the
water in the dry season?

Us women and the children.

- It brings back memories.
- Oh, not good ones.

(phone rings)

Oh, who is that?

(phone rings)

He is eating with his family.

- Excuse me, please.

- I want one of those.

- Anita!

What?

(siren blaring)
(intense music)

(monitor beeping)

- [Anita] The doctor said
she's in a deep coma.

- [Michael] And the American guy is dead.

- Michael, what on earth
was Madam Baka working on?

- (sighs) I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

(dramatic music)
(metal clanging)

- Mr. Jon Marshall, 33 years old,

a single bullet wound to the forehead

from a .22 caliber gun.

Free entry wound to the front

indicates that gun was
fired at pointblank range.

Professional hit, I'd say.

He's lived in Africa for several years.

- You can tell that from his body?

- No, from his entry visa status.

A lot of air miles there.

- [Michael] Do you know
if this is all there was?

- [Coroner] That's all there is.

- Secretary Ojuka?
(intense music)

(electronics chirping and crackling)

- This is a government restricted area.

- Michael Power, African
News Bureau, I'm expected.

(speaking in foreign language)

Thank you very much.

(soft dramatic music)

(doorknocker tapping)
(dogs barking)

- Mr. Power, this way please.

- Thank you very much.

- Oh, excuse me, I didn't
realize anyone was here.

- I'm here to see Secretary Ojuka.

I'm Michael Power.

- Oh, the journalist.
- Yes.

- Well, it's good to finally put a face

to such a renown name.

I'm Sabina Siko.
- Sabina.

Sabina means princess, doesn't it?

- No, that's Sabrina.

I'm Secretary Ojuka's intern.

He should be down shortly.

Please, make yourself comfortable.

- [Michael] Thank you.

- I've read some of your articles.

- Only some?

- Well, between work here
and my post-graduate studies,

I hardly have enough.
- Time.

- Exactly.
- Mr. Power.

I am sorry for keeping you waiting,

but I can see that Sabina
has kept you entertained.

Sabina, are you sitting in on this?

- No, Uncle, I have a lecture to attend,

but I'll be seeing you later.

- Goodbye, Mr. Power.

- Pleasure meeting you.

- Oh, congratulations on
your prestigious award.

- Thank you.

- When a son of our soil
receives such a thing,

it sends a positive
message about our country

and it wasn't lost on
the president either.

But that is not why you're here.

- No, I'm here regarding the
Jon Marshall murder story.

- Oh, the matter of an expatriate?

It's not good for tourist trade

and we all know how important
the foreign exchange

is to the country.
- Yes.

I was wondering, Secretary Ojuka,

how well did you know Jon Marshall?

- Forgive me for saying,

but you sound more like a detective

than a journalist.

- My apologies.

It's just that one of your business cards

was found among Jon
Marshall's personal effects.

- I see.

But then, (chuckles) I am a politician.

I meet different people all the time.

It wouldn't be unusual
for my business card

to get in the hands of relative strangers.

Huh?

More importantly, how is Madam Baka?

- Unfortunately, she's still in a coma.

- Oh, sorry to hear that.

My thoughts are with her.

- Mr. Secretary, your next appointment,

Mr. Willem Le Trois, has just arrived.

- Thank you.

If that is all, I do have
another pressing engagement.

- I thank you for seeing
me on such short notice.

- You're welcome.

Mr. Power.

This administration fully
supports the freedom of the press.

Maybe these matters are best left

in the hands of the police.

They investigate the crime
and you write the story.

- In my experience, sir,

sometimes the story solves the crime.

Good day.

(foreboding music)

(door bangs)
(engine rumbles)

(alarm chirps)

(engine rumbles)

- [Vice Consul] I know,
I know, I can see him.

(woman faintly chattering)

- [Vice Consul] I'm afraid you
wasted your time coming here.

- An American citizen's been murdered

and you're not concerned?

- I've already been through
this with the local police.

I'd be more concerned if
Marshall was one of ours.

Fortunately, he wasn't.

We've run his photo and his
prints through our system

and came up with nothing.

Marshall was not an American.

- But he had an American passport.

- Correction, he had a
fake American passport.

As far as we're concerned,
he doesn't exist.

He's someone else's problem.

- I'm sure he was stonewalling me.

I need your help here, Ed.

- Michael, you got a dead
body and a business card.

What do you want me to do?

Call the Marines (chuckles)?

- Look, when the U.S. Vice Consul

tells me someone doesn't exist,

you can be sure of one thing, they exist.

Madam Baka wasn't just my editor-in-chief.

She was my mentor.

- All right, I'll see what I can do.

How's your water story?

- (chuckles) Under pressure.
(Ed laughs)

- All right, I'll get back to you.

- [Jomo] Look, come on, guys.

Look, we can't blame everything
on an African politician.

- Oh, come on.
- Okay, no.

But some of them do, some don't.

- Not the--
- Well, look.

Take Ojuka, for instance.
- I'm not so sure.

I took a photograph of
him during the primaries

and let me tell you,

some over zealous intern faxed me a letter

accusing me of photographing
him in a bad light.

- Ah, Anita, come on.

Look, Ojuka's done a lot of
good for this country, okay?

Look, like getting the National
Youth's Soccer Sponsorship

to compete in the Junior World Cup.

- That's true.
- So he's okay in my book.

- Anybody interested in
football is okay in your books.

- And, besides, is there a good light

in which to photograph politicians?

- [Anita] Mm-hmm (giggles).

- Same again, guys, yeah?

- No, thanks, I'm driving.

- We're flying in the morning.

I'll catch you later.
- See you later.

Oh, and Anita, soccer is the thing

'cause soccer is the king, okay?

(Michael and Anita faintly chattering)

(items clattering)

- Hey, hey!
(intense music)

Hey!
- Careful, Michael!

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(Michael moans)

- They didn't even take anything.

My laptop computer, TV, video, stereo,

it's all here.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(soft tribal music)
(camera shutter clicking)

(singing in foreign language)

- What have we here?

City brothers and their
big flying machines.

- Hey, Mojadji, Michael Power.

- Nice to have you here, Michael.

- This is my photographer, Anita Chiama.

- Anita.
- Mr. Mojadji.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

How are things?

(singing in foreign language)

- This is what I was telling you about.

We'll head right over here.

Do you see the scale of what
I'm dealing with here, Michael?

(speaking in foreign language)

(camera shutter clicks)

This village is not unique at all.

In fact, the problem isn't
even isolated to Africa.

It's a tragedy that's being
repeated all over the world.

Diseases endemic, you name it,

malaria, diarrhea,

dengue fever, hookworm,

and they all originate from what?

Unclean water.
(soft tribal music)

(singing in foreign language)

(camera shutter clicking)

This is Coco Stream, the
villages nearest water supply.

Only the water here is
a cesspool of disease.

I wouldn't let wildlife drink it,

let alone human beings.
- Hello.

- Good morning, ma'am.
- Hello, how are you?

- [Michael] How long
has it been like this?

- Too long, and it just keeps
getting worse over the years.

But this is their homeland.
(camera shutter clicks)

This is the hard life
they have become used to.

Did you know every eight
seconds, somewhere in the world,

a child like this dies from
a water-related disease?

- Shh-shh, hey.
(camera shutter clicks)

- How do you feel?
- What?

- How does it feel holding her?

She's only four years old.

- There aren't words.

(singing in foreign language)

- It's not much farther now.

It took me more than a year
to discover this place.

Come on.
(soft tribal music)

Here it is.

Enough clean water to
cater for communities

within a 50 mile radius.

- [Man] Oof.

- [Michael] How long has
this been under construction?

(man groans)

- About five months.

We're planning to redirect
a substantial amount

of the spring water through pipelines

nearer to the villages.

- And that must be what, 10 miles?

- Oh, about that.

You know, we obviously
don't have enough funds

to make it all the way,

but we'll take it as far as
our small funds can do it.

Every mile we achieve is one less mile

for the people around here to walk.

If we can save one life,
we can save a generation.

(singing in foreign language)

♪ Give out the water ♪

♪ Spread out the water ♪

♪ Give out the water ♪

♪ Spread out the water ♪

- [Anita] It's beautiful here, Harry.

- Peaceful, too.

And despite the hardship,

there's a strong sense of community.

- Do you miss the city life at all?

- Like a fish misses dry land (laughs).

(Anita chuckles)

Years back, I used to be an engineer

with the Ministry of Works
and Housing in the capital.

I couldn't get one damn
thing done in that place.

But at least here, I feel
I can make a contribution.

This article you're writing,

will it really make a difference?

- Well, the timing is right.

The president is launching
his Water For All project

and it is an international issue.

So I really do believe the
story will make a difference.

- Well, I hope you're right.

(motor whirring)
(Michael heavily breathing)

(men faintly chattering)

- All right, Kel, see you tomorrow.

Okay, cheers, take care, bye.

- You know when you concentrate,

your tongue sticks out
just between your lips.

- Hey, are you spying on me?

- No, I graduated here.
- Oh, really?

- I've got a soft spot for the gym.

- Um, any of your old
teachers still around?

- One or two.

My old English teacher's about to retire.

She's finally given up on
trying to mark my articles.

(Sabina laughs)

Listen, can I buy you a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

Anyway, it's a habit.

I had it since I was a kid.

- What is?
- My tongue.

(both chuckling)

Your articles are oddly optimistic.

It's inspiring.

Most journalists are cynical,

like they've seen it all before.

- Just because you've seen it all before

doesn't mean things can't change.

If I didn't believe things could change,

I wouldn't write.

It's about belief and believing.

People forget it's a verb, you know?

It's something you do.

But imagine if we all did it, believed.

- Well, the world would be a better place

and there'd be no need for journalists.

- I think I could cope with that.

- Really?

Hm, then why do you write?

- I graduated here, went to America.

- Harvard I imagine.

- You can tell?
- Mm-hmm (chuckles).

- Anyway, I used to write home

to my mother and father from America

before they died in the drought.

Sometimes I think I write as
though I'm still writing home.

The articles, well, they're just letters

that happen to be published
for everyone to see.

And you, why an intern?

(soft sweet music)
- Sure.

Well, Secretary Ojuka
was a really close friend

of my parents.

They died too in a car crash.

- [Michael] I'm sorry.

- And he took me in, raised
me as his own daughter.

He even sponsored my studies overseas.

I'm only working as his intern

until I finish my post-graduate studies.

- Looks like we have a lot in common.

(Anita softly laughs)

And so after you graduate?

- I'm hoping to join the Foreign Service

and if everything goes my way,

I'll get a post with
our embassy in London.

- Look, I know you're very busy,

but do you ever have an evening free?

- You mean for a date?

(both laughing)

- (laughs) You look stunning.
- Oh, thank you.

- Have yourself a wonderful evening.

- Great, and don't work too hard.

- Oh, not at all.
- Okay.

- Good evening.

Bye, Uncle.

(hands thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(gunshots banging)
(glass shattering)

(explosion booms)

(tires screeching)

- Michael, are you okay, are you hurt?

Talk to me, my brother!

- [Michael] Jomo, stop shouting in my ear.

It's just my shoulder, that's it.

- You've been hit.
- It's nothing!

It's just glass.
- Michael!

Michael, are you okay?
- I'm fine.

- No, he's not fine,
somebody tried to kill him.

Michael, that's enough,
I'm calling the police.

- No, Jomo.
- Look, Michael.

We need to get you to the hospital.

You're bleeding.
- No.

I can take care of it, okay?

I'm okay, really.

(gravel crunching)

- [Officer] We're gonna do
whatever we can, Mr. Power.

- Thanks very much, officers.

- [Officer] Take care sir.

- I'm lucky they were bad shots.

Some first date, huh?

(soft music)

(lips smacking)

- [Anita] Sorry.

- Anita.

- I heard what happened.

- Sabina, meet Anita Chiama.

A photographer friend of mine.

This is Sabina Siko.

She works in Secretary Ojuka's office.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- A drink, anyone?

- No, I'm still busy.

If you're fine, fine.

You can come and check out
the photos when you're ready.

Nice meeting you.

- You too.

- (chuckles) I'm sorry about that.

We get it right next time, huh?

Can I call you?

- Hm, do that.

Look, I'm sorry if Anita
felt a little like.

- She gets overprotective.
- And?

- And she's a dear friend and
my photographer, that's it.

- Okay.
(lips smacking)

Talk to you soon, then.

- Okay.
- Bye.

(engine revving)

(hand tapping)

- Hi.

(photos rustling)

I'm sure spending too much time

in this red light makes you crazy.

- So you're seeing Sabina, now?

- We're just friends.
(Anita chuckles)

What?
- You could have told me.

- Tell you what?
- Don't get me wrong.

I'm very happy for you.

But if you're falling for her when people

are clearly trying to kill you,

well, we don't want you
losing concentration, do we?

- There's nothing to tell.
- Your new friend,

she's the one who sent
me the fax, Michael.

You know what that is.

That is manipulation of the press.

I almost got fired.

So is kissing you, that's
manipulation of the press.

- Anita, don't shoot the messenger.

She was probably just
following instructions.

With the fax, I mean.

Obviously.
(both laughing)

- Obviously.

The number of times I've
complained to editors

about the photos they select.

- Let me see that one.

Are these the photos
you took at the airport?

- Yes.

- I know who that is.

That's Jon Marshall.

(dramatic music)
(electronics screeching)

(gates creaking)

(foreboding music)

- [Man] Sorry, sir, you have a visitor.

- Mr. Power, it's a great
pleasure to meet you.

- Thank you.
- You write

inspiring articles.

When my Log-On Africa project
is officially launched,

I hope you'll cover it.

- It's in my diary.

- What's your handicap?
- That I've never played.

- Oh, you should, my friend.

All the best deals are
done on the golf course.

You know if you get your swing right,

you use every muscle in your body.

(club thwacks)

- [Michael] So I understand
Jon Marshall worked for you.

- He was a consultant on
African business affairs.

- Was he with you long?
- On and off.

If it's important, you can get the office

to give you the exact dates.

- I spoke to the U.S. Embassy
and they have no record

of a Jon Marshall ever existing.

- Really?
- Yes.

- (chuckles) Extraordinary.

Well, whoever he was,

he had a wealth of experience in Africa,

which is why we hired him.

It's all in the grip.
- Oh, yes, of course.

(club thwacks)

What sort of person was he?

- (laughs) Michael, do you
know what a consultant does?

Basically, they borrow your
watch and tell you the time.

- But the fact still remains

that a member of your
staff has been murdered.

- You can't write that, Michael.

It's inaccurate.
(club thwacks)

- Was that a good swing?
- Perfect.

At the time of Marshall's death,

his contract had expired.

- That's strange.

This is a picture of him with
you at the airport last week.

- [Thomas] He was there,
but he wasn't with me.

- Didn't he talk to you?

- I was busy dealing with
a more important matter,

like my Log-On Africa project.

- Oh, right.

- I mean, you don't have
to mention my project

in any of your articles.
- Of course, I wouldn't.

- But if you do,

it's L-O-G, dash--
- I'm there, Mr. Rhines.

Every muscle in your body you say, huh?

(suspenseful music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(men faintly chattering)
(siren blaring)

Madam Baka.

- Oh, they're lovely, Michael.

Thank you.
- Shh.

(speaking in foreign language)

(phone rings and beeps)

Hello.

You're where?

(engine revving)

(door bangs)

Halfway around the world for a few days?

- (chuckles) Yeah.
- Come on, man.

- Gimme a break.

I got a call from Anita.

- Look, I'm fine.
- (scoffs) Yeah.

Yeah, right.

Your guy, Jon Marshall, gets killed.

Your editor gets put in a coma.

You, you get shot at.

All in the space of one week?
- And?

- And you're fine?

You got shot at, Michael.

- Well, I must be doing something right.

- Yeah, that's why I'm here.

(engine rumbling)

(intense music)

Jon Marshall's passport is the real McCoy.

It had a secret code number.

It's standard issued to deep-cover agents.

(chuckles) These guys, Michael,

they live and breathe in the shadows.

He was under the radar.

- So when things go wrong,

nobody holds up their hand.
- Yeah.

- What I do know for sure is

that Jon Marshall definitely
worked as a consultant

for the Rhinestone Corporation.

- Rhinestone as in Thomas Rhines,

the millionaire philanthropist?

(thunder rumbling)

Apart from you,

who else knew that Baka
was meeting with Marshall?

- Someone must've known.

Jon Marshall wasn't just murdered.

He was silenced.

- Listen, listen, we both know
Jon Marshall was an agent.

What I need to find out
is what got him killed.

- The case is closed, it's ashes.

Just forget it.

- Forget it?

Do you know Michael Power?

He's not gonna let it go, Colonel.

It ain't gonna happen.

- Off the record.

- Okay.

- Listen, recent events
changed everything.

Marshall focused on tracking
financial transactions

to do with arms deals to terrorists.

- But what was he doing in
Thomas Rhines' corporation?

- Come on, Ed.
- Hey, you tell me,

there's a chance this
information can be controlled.

- It was just a cover
to keep him in Africa.

- That cost him his life?

- Can't confirm that.
(Ed scoffs)

Unfortunately, he was killed
before he could be debriefed.

To the tell you the truth, Ed,

it's one hell of a mess.

To compound the problem,

vital information is missing
from his personal effects.

- Like what?
- Classified.

(Ed chuckles)

One thing for sure, Marshall
got caught in the firing line.

So you warn your friend
Michael Power to walk away.

This is one story he doesn't wanna write.

(engine rumbling)

- [Security Guard] Good
evening, Mr. Power.

We were expecting you.

(gate creaking)
(electronics screeching)

(men chattering)

(foreboding music)

- Wow, you look great.
- Thank you.

So, where are we going?

- Surprise.
- I love surprises,

but just not like the last time.

Look, you're quite early.

Can I show you around?
- Okay.

- Secretary Ojuka's a
great patron of the arts.

He has one of the largest
private collections

of African art.
- Quite unique.

This is exquisite.

It must be priceless.

- Not too close, though.

You'll set off the alarm.

The only the way we can insure all of this

was to install a new
state-of-the-art security system.

It's just down the hallway.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

You have a phone call.

- Oh, thanks, Massey.

I'll take it in the drawing room.

Excuse me, Michael.

I won't be long but,
please, take a look around.

(suspenseful music)

(electronics beeping)

(Michael chuckles)

(men chattering)

(dramatic music)

(switch clicks)

- [Willem] The funds will be transferred

a week before the troops are deployed.

- And the artillery?
- What?

- [Ojuka] We will need enough

to overcome any federal forces.

- I have already taken care of that.

They will be transferred
from airport hanger four.

- [Ojuka] It is imperative that my name

is kept out of this whole affair.

We can't afford any further
mistakes, like Marshall.

(electronics beeping)

- [Willem] I made sure that
he will never talk again.

(switch clicks)

- So sorry to have kept you waiting.

- No problem.

Shall we go then?
- Um, yeah.

(tribal music)

- [Ojuka] We will need enough

to overcome any federal forces.

It is imperative that my name

is kept out of this whole affair.

We can't afford any further
mistakes, like Marshall.

(bold tribal music)

(audience applauding)

(engine rumbling)

- The piece on the water
crisis is gonna have to wait.

- What?

- I think there's gonna be a coup.

(engine revving)
(suspenseful music)

- You sure about this?
(intense music)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

It's on my foot.
- Let's go.

- Michael, there's not much
security for an armory.

- Shh, keep it down, Ed.

Let's go.

(metal clanging)

(wings fluttering)

(soft eerie music)

- Oh, shit, they've already moved out.

- They are going for the
coup sooner than later.

The only way to stop it now

is to blow the conspiracy wide open.

- Okay, okay, maybe we've got something.

This guy, Willem Le Trois,

he's a rogue financier currently involved

in negotiating deals for an
arms firm called Arms Link.

- Arms Link is a major
supplier here in Africa.

Are you sure it was Ojuka you heard?

- Yes, I recognized his voice.

They were meeting as I left
Ojuka's house the other day.

- Well, if Ojuka's involved,

we don't know how far this reaches.

- What is it, Michael?

- Something doesn't feel
right, but I need to be sure.

- Well, why don't you check
out this blown up photo

of Jon Marshall from the press
conference the other day.

- Can you zoom in a little closer?

(computer beeping)

Marshall's on a cellphone.

That certainly wasn't
among his personal effects.

- I am going to give the
president's press secretary

a chance to respond.

Michael, exposing a coup and naming names

will have serious repercussions.

So you should keep a low profile
until you hear from me, hm?

- Well, as it happens, we'd
planned to be out of town.

- Good.
- We'd better be going.

Good luck.
- Thanks.

(phone beeps)

Nurse, I need a phone that works.

(singing in foreign language)

- Should I taste the soup?

- The soup, you gotta have a taste.

Can't get enough.

(singing in foreign language)

- It's a great atmosphere here.

- (sighs) This is my family.

They mean everything to me.

(bottles clanging)
- Cheers.

If Laura could see this, she'd love it.

- Next time, bring her.

You know you're always welcome.

- She wants a divorce.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's...

No the real problem,

there's been three of us in our marriage.

Her and me and GSN.

- But do you know what you want, Ed?

- I still want Laura,

but, Michael, it's easier said than done.

We've already separated.

I moved into an apartment
on the West Side.

- Hey, if it's Laura you want, go for it.

It's never too late.

GSN can look after itself.

(bells tolling)

- Mr. President, I was with
you in Bahrain yesterday.

I could never be party to a rebellion

against your government.

If Willem Le Trois being a
guest at my house is a problem,

he's sure to get my
resignation in the morning.

- Charles!

I don't want your resignation

and I do not doubt your loyalty.

But I need answers here
about Willem Le Trois.

- I've known Willem since I served

in the Ministry for Defense.

He's the financial advisor to Arms Link,

but I had no idea what he was planning.

Mr. President I can order Willem
Le Trois immediate arrest.

- Mr. President,
apprehending Willem Le Trois

messed up the coup in this instance,

but armed forces are presently equipped

to counter an attack.

(sighs)

- What was the name of
the other arms company

that submitted a tender?

- DeFactor.

- Hmm.
(upbeat tropical music)

(phone ringing)
(singing in foreign language)

- Michael.
- Michael?

I just received a phone
call from the president.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to kill your story.

I'm sorry.

- Come on, let's don't
beat yourselves up here.

The only part of our story
that was questionable

was Secretary Ojuka's involvement.

We were right about Willem Le Trois.

- But how did Ojuka
manage to be in two places

at the same time?
- Come on.

Let's look on the bright side, huh?

By exposing the coup,

at least we saved some innocent lives.

- Okay, so we foiled the coup.

But now the president

is going to reinstate the defense budget,

at the expense of what, the water project.

People still lose.

- Anita, are you ready to go?

- Yeah Jomo.

- Hey Benji.
- Hey Mr. Jomo.

- You've done a great
job on this car, huh?

Hey listen.

Now don't spend this all at once, okay?

- Thank you Mr. Jomo.

- My pleasure.

Michael, great party.

- Thanks for coming.

- Hey, stay strong my brother.

Hey, I'll see you soon.
- All right.

(upbeat music)

- Mr. Ed.
- Yeah Benji.

- You're supposed to show
us the video (laughs).

- Yeah, yeah I remember.

I told him I'd show him the
stuff I shot at the party.

- Uh sure, go ahead.

I'm gonna go break the
bad news to Chief Fobio.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Ed] Come on, let's go.

- I can dance, watch.

- They're loving it.

- Look, that's one from yesterday.

Play it again Mr. Ed, play it again.

- Okay.

(videotape whirring)
There you go.

- Look that's me.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

- It was recorded.

- You lost me.
- It was pre-recorded.

That's how Ojuka was in two
places at the same time.

- All right, run that by me again.

- The meeting.
- Yeah.

- Ojuka pre-recorded for my benefit.

What better alibi to have
than the president himself.

- Michael, why would they want you to know

about the coup?
- There never was a coup Ed.

I mean look at the facts.

My apartment gets burglered.

Hey, hey!

Nothing taken.

I get shot at.

(gun bangs)

They miss.
(tires screeching)

Then I see the meeting
on the security screen.

That makes me believe there's a coup.

- [Man] I have already taken care of it.

It will be transferred
from airport hanger four.

- That leads us to hanger four.

And what do we really find there?

(wings fluttering)

Nothing.

Ed, it's been a setup.

I've been the right
man, in the right place,

at the right time, but for who?

- So we have all been victims
of an elaborate conspiracy

to manipulate the press, but why?

- You know initially I thought
this was all about power,

but now I'm convinced it's about money.

- How did you figure that out?

- Hear me out.

It's all connected to
the president's decision.

Willem Le Trois is
involved with Arms Link.

Arms Link lost the defense contract

when the president opted
for the water project.

Now, they wanted me to write
the story about the coup

in order to scare the president

into believing that the
country was in danger

so he would reinstate the arms deal.

- But Michael, the president's
not gonna give a contract

to Arms Link if they're
implicated in a coup.

- In fact, he's already offered
the contract to DeFactor.

- Mm, and a rival arms company.

- Michael.

Your instincts are usually right,

but I simply can't afford
to get it wrong twice.

If you think it's all about

the money Michael, just the money.

Can I use your phone?

I don't think this one is mine.

The police must have
returned the wrong one to me.

(dramatic music)
(phone beeping)

- When is a phone that looks
like a phone, not just a phone.

When it belongs to the CIA.

- John Marshall's phone.
- I'll bet every piece

of information that Silverman
wants is in my hand.

- Let's get this over with.

- Our information first.

- Let's see it.

I don't have to remind you

that it's U.S. Government property.

- Who was Marshall investigating?

- That's classified, you
should know better Ed.

- That's not what we agreed Colonel.

- Next time make sure you
get your information first.

- It won't be of much use
to you without the SIM card.

New deal Colonel, no
information, no SIM card.

- You told me that
Marshall working for Rhines

was just his cover.

- So I lied, shoot me.

The card.

- Just one more thing.

The connection between Thomas
Rhines and Willem Le Trois?

- What do you think?

Le Trois deals for Rhines.

- You're saying Rhines owns Arms Link?

- Now give me the card.

- It's in the phone.

So I lied, shoot me.

- Son of a.

- (sighs) This is crazy.

Everybody's connected to Arms Link.

But where is the payoff?

- Look, Rhines is launching
his scheme this afternoon

at the National Grammar School.

Stick with him until you hear from me.

- All right, no problem.

Where you gonna be?

- There's a girl I gotta see.

- Right.

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- At last,

some peace and quiet.

- You can't come in here.

- I don't have any books overdue.

And somehow I think that the gun

pointing at you under the table

counts for more than some
petty library card, don't you?

- What do you want?

- If a joker thinks he
can double cross me,

he thought wrong.

When I get my money,
I might see you again.

- Michael, well what are you doing here?

- Surprised to see me?

- Um yeah, I'm afraid you
caught me at an awkward time.

I've got a tutorial in five minutes.

Look I'm sorry, but can we meet up later?

Michael?

- What were you promised to set me up?

A post in the London Embassy?

- Sorry?

- You know I can understand Ojuka,

Willem Le Trois, and even Thomas Rhines,

but you, why you?

- Look I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You set me up!

- Look, I don't need to listen to this.

Michael will you leave, now.

I want you to leave
Michael, please just leave.

- You are going to serve
just as many years in prison

as Secretary Ojuka, for murder.

- I didn't kill anyone.
- But you're an accessory.

It's just as good as murder, and for what?

For what Sabina?

Arms Link has lost out on
the contract to DeFactor.

That means no money for Rhines,

no money for Ojuka, no money for you.

You've won nothing.

- And who do you think owns DeFactor?

(dramatic music)

Thomas Rhines.

- Thomas Rhines.

- Why did you have to
get so involved Michael?

- Give me your car keys.

- No!
(gun bangs)

(people screaming)

(guns banging)

- Hey, oh!
- You all right?

- Someone just stole my car.

(motorcycle revving)

(tires screeching)

- [Man] Black Jeep.

(car horn honking)

(tires screeching)

(motorcycle revving)

(Sabina screaming)

(tires screeching)

(truck beeping)

(motorcycle revving)

(Jeep engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(whistling)

(tribal music)

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

(tribal music)

(horn honking)
(motorcycle revving)

(sharp whistling)
- Get out of the road!

- Get off the car!

- Come on, come show us your dancing.

- Move!

(dramatic music)

Shit, shit!

(tribal music)

(gas sloshing)

(fire roaring)

(heavy breathing)

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

- Michael.

Michael I'm sorry.

Michael I'm so sorry.

I had no idea they'd killed someone.

Michael please, you've gotta believe me.

Ojuka told me it was a
matter of national security.

- I need that videotape.

How many more people must
die before enough is enough?

- And the availability of these computers

in high schools across the country

is sure to encourage literacy
among the young generation.

(phone ringing)

Who are Africa's future.

Log-On Africa!

(crowd applauding)

- Yeah Michael.

Okay no problem.

It's what I do best.

(electronic whirring)

(dramatic music)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Hey, got time for a memo?
- Okay, all right.

- Any questions?

- [All] Mr. Rhines.

- [Woman] Here, here Mr. Rhines.

- Ed Johnson, GSN, are
you aware Mr. Rhines

that as of today the president
has formally recommissioned

the Water For All project?

And with this putting a
definite end to speculation

regarding the defense
budget being reinstated,

what are your thoughts
on this development?

- Well I, I think it's good.

It shows that the president
and I are on the same page,

bettering the lives of the
ordinary people in this country.

- And are you also aware that
a conspiracy's been unearthed

in which the banker Willem Le Trois

and Federal Secretary Charles Ojuka,

and an international businessman

have attempted to defraud the government?

(camera shutters clicking)

- Excuse me, I have to leave.

(crowd chattering)

- Mr. Rhines.

(camera shutters clicking)

(dramatic music)

- Michael, he's on the move.
- Thanks.

- What took you so long?

- The traffic was horrendous.

(electronic static)

- [Willem] Monsieur.

(Ojuka clears throat)

- [Ojuka] I hope there won't
be any delays with the money.

- [Willem] The funds will
be transferred a week

before the troops are deployed.

(door bangs)

- [Ojuka] It is imperative that my name

is kept out of this whole affair.

We can't afford any further
mistakes, like Marshall.

- [Willem] I made sure that
he would never talk again.

(door bangs)

- Sabina, you're home early.

- Uh yeah, I'm just studying.
- Okay.

(safe lock beeping)

I'll be at Rhines house.
- Okay.

- Sabina.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm just a little bit tired.

- Take care.

(dramatic music)

- Here it is.

- Thank you.

You okay?

- It wasn't easy betraying Ojuka.

- Where has he gone?

- I'm sorry, but you don't understand

everything about me you know?

- Where has he gone?

Where has he gone Sabina?

- Thomas Rhines house.

- Prove to me I'm not
crazy for believing in you.

(Jeep engine revving)

- I warned you that Willem
could become a liability.

But you, you didn't listen.
- Oh shut up.

You were supposed to make sure

he was paid his cut before
he left the country.

- There were delays in the transaction.

(Jeep engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Did you think he would leave
without his money you idiot?

- Be careful how you talk to me.

I'm still the Federal
Secretary to the President.

- President, president's only as powerful

as men like me allow them to be.

You're just another corrupt politician.

(phone beeping)

- Hello, police commissioner?

- You have lost nothing.

You don't come from here.

You can simply pack your bags
and move on to another deal.

But me, this is my home, my life.

I have lost everything, everything.

(police siren blaring)

(helicopter blades whirring)

- Open the door Thomas, open the door!

What are you doing, open
the door you piece of shit!

Open the door!

Get me out of here quickly!

Let's go!

(car engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

Do your job, do it now!

(gun banging)

Shit, don't shoot, don't shoot.

I'm Secretary Ojuka.
- Hold fire, hold fire!

- I've been held hostage.

- Secretary Ojuka, we received information

that Willem Le Trois was hiding here.

- I'll need a police escort, immediately.

This is a matter of national secur--

Sabina?

(police radio chattering)

- Secretary Ojuka.

I am arresting you for murder

and grand conspiracy to
defraud the government.

- (chuckles) This has
got to be a big mistake.

I need to contact the president now!

What have you done?

Sabina.

What have you done?

(helicopter blades whirring)
(dramatic music)

- Kelvin this is not the way to the coast,

we're circling around.

Kelvin, Kelvin!

Michael Power.

Okay let's talk business,
what's your price?

- Sorry?

- Everyone has a price my friend.

I need you to fly me to the
coast, what's your price?

A million dollars, two?

Give me a number.

- You know I've often wondered

how people like you sleep at night.

But I don't suppose you have a conscience.

- I'm a traitor, there's
no profit in a conscience.

- And I'm a journalist,
conscience pays my rent.

- What's your price?

- What's my price?

I have covered wars all over the world.

I have watched people die
just feet away from me.

Staring at me with their last gaze,

just hoping, praying for an answer,

an explanation as to why it
was necessary for them to die.

That you Thomas Rhines stood
to make vast sums of money,

was just not an answer I could
bring myself to give them.

You can't afford my price.

- On my bluff, I think
you'll find my previous offer

was a lot more attractive.

(music crescendos)

Oh you're a very smart man Mr. Power.

Perhaps smarter than I am.

But I have wisdom, that's
what age gives you.

At my age, I know I'm far
too old to go to prison.

- I don't see you have a choice.

- Oh.

I've just made my choice.

(helicopter blades whirring)

- Michael Power.
- Mr. Commissioner.

- How did that anonymous tip-off

about the alleged sighting
of Willem Le Trois

lead to all this?

(gentle music)

- Thank you, I knew I was due for.

- Well it's the least I could do.

It's over between us, isn't it?

- We didn't exactly start
off on the right foot.

- Mitigating circumstances.

- If things were different.

- I understand, goodbye Michael.

Don't forget to write to your parents.

- So Michael, are you telling
me you wrote this, huh?

(laughing)

No seriously, good work my brother.

- Thanks man.

Is our surprise ready?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

- I can't believe you put in
a good word for the intern.

- Oh, it's an inspiring piece of work.

Arms and water, too much of
one, too little of the other.

Well done.
- Thanks mom.

(people chattering)

A toast.

Well, unfortunately Ed
is leaving us tomorrow.

- Oh yeah.
- Ed.

- Please join me in raising
a toast to the man from GSN.

A colleague, and a true friend.

You're be sorely missed, Ed.

- [All] Ed.

- Speech.
- Thanks, thanks.

It's been some trip.

I feel like part

of a family now.
- Oh yes Ed.

So listen um, as a new
member of the family,

why don't you get the rest of your family

a round of drinks, eh?

(laughing)

- There's me, thinking I
could just slip away quietly.

- Oh yeah, you think so.

- Michael.

Uh, I talked to Laura last night.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

She's picking me up at the airport so.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Well have I got a surprise for you.

(gentle music)

- Laura.

(group applauding)

You're something else Michael.

- Jomo will be driving
you down to my village.

My family will be taking
care of both of you

for the next couple of days, enjoy it.

- Well listen guys, look
we got a long journey okay,

so let's make tracks, eh?

- Oh by the way, give this
to George, he'll understand.

- You're not coming?

- Are you kidding?

I still have to write my water story.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

(singing in foreign language)

- [Harry] Good morning Mr. President.

- How are you Harry?

- Welcome to our small town.
- Thank you.

(people chattering)

- Mr. President, Michael Power.

- Mr. President.
- Michael.

- Thank you very much Mr. President.

- Oh no Michael, thank you.

You're out for a nibble this time.

- Thank you very much, it's been my honor.

(camera shutter clicking)

- My people, I am proud
to be in your village.

Proud because I stand among my people

who have shown the inner
strength of Africa.

Ordinary people have managed
an extraordinary achievement.

I may be your president,

but I am also an ordinary African man.

And I'm inspired by what I see.

If anyone ever doubts whether
we can triumph over adversity,

let them come to Jabamo.

The whole of Africa will look to you,

and for that I'm eternally grateful.

Not just as your president,
but as an African man.

What you have achieved here
today is just the beginning.

Together we can, and
together we will build

a bright new future for our
country, and our people.

(crowd applauding)

(upbeat music)

I now declare stage one

of the Water For All
project officially open.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

♪ Give out the water ♪

♪ Spread out the water ♪

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♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

- Michael.

Michael.

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♪ Water ♪

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