Original subtitles

(gun cylinder clicking) (projector whirring)

(ominous music)

- [Man] Ye are the salt of the earth!

(crowd cheering)

A child of God has no business being poor.

Come unto the Lord

and ye shall overflow in abundance.

And ye shall not die in poverty.

In Jesus' name! (crowd roaring)

(dramatic music)

- We lost a number. - When?

- [Man] This morning.

- Where?

- It's hard. - The one in Walladay?

Where exactly did we lose a number?

Kenya?

Tunisia?

What number exactly did we lose?

- We lost Number One.

- Jesus Christ. - Along with the hard disk.

- Number one has everything.

The ring, everything, they'll bury us.

Every single one of us, from Lagos to Johannesburg.

- I will look for her, I will find her.

(eerie music)

- I'm Kathleen, Kathleen Jones.

- Tamara Abila.

Oh, I'm a musician.

I'm returning form a meeting to make a record in Lago.

I want to record, to cut my demo, perhaps I may get into it.

But you always have to pay for everything.

The DJ, the club, the radio play.

And even the make-up you wear

before they can listen to your tape.

But that is all we face in the music world.

(music drowns out speech)

Oh my God.

(ominous music)

Murderer.

You killed all those vulnerable people.

You will burn in hell.

- Kathleen!

- What do you want?

- Make your peace with God.

(ominous music)

- Are you all right?

- I'm, mm, you were saying something before, right?

What was it?

Tell me something, anything, just don't let me sleep again.

- Okay.

What do you want me to, you know?

Say again.

- Do you know a place called

Ngara?

- Ngara Town, yes.

- That's where I'm going, I don't know anybody there.

- I live in Ngara.

Yes.

But why you coming to my town?

- Think of me as a tourist,

and I'll think of you as my tourist guide.

(laughing)

- [Tamara] Okay, so, do you speak pidgin English?

- A little. - Great.

(African pop music)

- I've been taking the bus. - Really?

- [Tamara] Sure.

(peddlers shouting in foreign language)

- Not even from this one you're finished.

Not even witchcraft.

No sickness, not even accidents.

Behold, behold (speaking foreign language).

- Those are seeds of brassica plants.

Could come from anybody's garden.

- They know what they're selling,

the mustard seed does everything.

- Those holy mustard seeds are certainly not for free.

- God has become a brand,

and people are looking for answers here.

(horn honks)

(church bells tolling)

(orchestral music)

♫ I'm stronger to live in a road, hey

♫ So you needn't be told

♫ I'm an African, yo, I'm an African, yo

♫ I'm black, I'm so African

♫ I'm black, I'm so African, so African

♫ I believe in the way I do

♫ And I know, I wonder why they can see me through

♫ The things I believe in, the dreams that I'm dreamin'

♫ The things that I stand up to

(singing in foreign language)

♫ You need a, why the sounds are the trouble

♫ We gotta move half the sky

- Okay.

You are now in Ngara Town, let's go in.

- They all know me, I guess.

- No.

You're a stranger.

Strangers are cross Ngara people.

(people murmuring)

- [Tamara] Green was born like that.

- [Kathleen] He has a gun?

- No, he says that all the time, but no one ever saw it.

(speaks faintly)

- Green only goes by only thing he has.

- What's that?

- His family and this town.

He really got bothered during

the government demolition in Ngara Town.

- Just don't say the word demolition around him,

and he'll be your best friend.

- Exactly, well, this is where I live.

- Colorful. - You can say that again.

- Yeah. (gunshots booming)

(screaming) (gunshots booming)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots booming) (yelling)

(speaking faintly)

(dramatic music) (yelling)

- Bring him out!

(yelling) (screaming)

(gunshot booming) (screaming)

- My brother! (screaming)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Come on, move, move.

- What's going on?

- Tamara if, where's she going?

- [Jemima] I don't know.

(panting)

- [Kathleen] Who are you calling?

- My boyfriend, this is his Uncle Akari.

(scoffs) Not reachable.

- What are the arrests about?

- The governor is dead and they come out with these boys?

- Yes.

Whenever there is a crime, Ngara is the first port of call

for police random arrests.

- Missing people?

- The usual suspects.

(Akari coughs)

(Akari coughs) - Come.

(wailing and crying)

(yelling)

- [Tamara] That's Holy Moses.

- [Man] Move.

- Move it. - Move.

(speaking foreign language) Move, move.

- What about Holy Moses?

(music and shouting drown out speech)

- This place is what happened to Oluto.

They turned him into Moses.

- [Kathleen] This place?

- [Tamara] This place is where my father

lose his big brother.

His brother got (music and gunshots drowns out speech).

- My father and Moses never of her again.

Their bodies were dumped off (speaks faintly).

My father was all that is left to me.

So was Moses too.

- Moses was a good boy.

Then they transformed him

and he started going by the name Holy Moses.

After his brother, waiting for his time to come.

- Tamara, I'm sorry about what happened

to you and Holy Moses eight years ago.

- You knew about my father?

- No, you just told me.

- I didn't tell you he died eight years ago.

- Um, you didn't say.

Everyone knew about the shoot-on-sight in your town.

- Yeah, so many people died here.

By the time the order was thrown out,

Ngara Town had already become a police playground.

And this kind of arrest never stops happening.

- How often?

- In a month-- - Three times

- at least.

- We can stop it.

- [Tamara and Jemima] How?

- The kid with the camera, he got something.

- [Kathleen] How long have you been doing

this sort of recording?

- You still have all the tapes?

- Yes. - Bring 'em.

(scoffing and laughing)

- What did he say?

- He want you to get Kiefer Sutherland for his film.

- [Kathleen] I don't know about Kiefer Sutherland,

but if you get me what I need,

then, maybe a film school in America later.

- [Dima] They are ready.

- Dima.

I need you to shoot something for me now.

(kids shouting in unison in foreign language)

- [Newscaster] After the murder of former governor

Wellington George earlier today,

the police have begun stiff investigation

into the incident.

However it is still unclear at this point

if this is an assassination as earlier reports

have all confirmed that agents took away

electronic gadgets belonging to the former governor.

In a recent (speaks faintly).

- The old man, uh-- - Akari.

- He's sick. - Yes.

- Tuberculosis?

- You see, Kathleen,

Akari was my father's home security guard.

Akari was shot on sight trying to protect me

the night assassins shot my father.

Akari lost so much blood.

The hospital couldn't find

a matching blood group for transfusion.

But in the end, there was only one person

whose blood matched.

- Who? - Me.

He was shot because of me, so I volunteered.

They screened my blood and it returned clean.

Akari had the transfusion and survived.

- That was noble of you--

- That was evil of me, Kathleen.

- [Kathleen] Evil?

- There was a problem four weeks

after the blood transfusion.

- [Kathleen] A problem?

- I had another blood test, it returned HIV positive.

I was infected.

I still don't know how.

The period within which I give Akari my blood

was my window period.

He has full-blown AIDS now

and I'm yet to develop any clinical evidence

that defines AIDS.

Akari is dying because of me.

- [Kathleen] Oh my God.

You lost your father too-- - No.

He got shot, not dead.

But dying would have been better.

(orchestral music)

- He doesn't know about the death of Wellington George.

Please don't tell him.

- No.

(orchestral music)

Daddy? - Daddy?

- [Father] Tamar?

- Yes, it's me, Daddy.

- [Father] White

lady?

- Yes, Dad, Kathleen Jones.

English woman.

Good woman.

- What is, what--

- She's going to use the ro-min-da-niks.

It's faster.

(mumbling)

Something happened.

- The police came to Ngara again.

Your friend

Wellington George

is dead.

(dramatic music)

- [Nurse] Leave, okay?

- [Jemima] Wellington George is dead!

- [Nurse] You may leave now, go!

(dramatic music)

- They shot my mom dead that night.

My father was a philanthropist turned politician

and became a gubernatorial candidate.

Politics did this to him.

Yes. - Okay.

- [Jemima] Yeah, okay.

- I'll put a call through to CNN and Reuters.

We wait till tomorrow.

- I'm thinking, Kathleen.

What's your story?

- I move from place to place.

There are plenty of tales at every turn.

What is my story?

I don't know yet.

- Do you have a hotel reservation?

- No.

- Well, you can either make one now,

or you can choose to stay here.

- No, hey.

Tonight

I sleep in Ngara.

(piano music)

I want you to keep these for me.

- [Tamara] Okay.

- It's very important that you keep these

in a very safe place.

- [Tamara] I will, yeah.

♫ And the world itself right here

♫ Are we standing upside down

- [Kathleen] You miss him so much.

- All the time.

I can't see what my life would have been

if he was still alive.

He always told me he wouldn't be here forever.

As God willed, he's gone.

♫ But no one dreams

- Well the only thing I have is right now my music.

And I wouldn't let anything take that away from me.

♫ All I know

- [Kathleen] Oh, see, commas.

- [Tamara] Use screener.

- Look at this.

Ngara'll make headlines by tomorrow.

- Great, great, great, that's good news.

(door creaks)

Ah, here's him.

♫ But no one dreams a foreign god

- Baby.

Calm down.

(suspenseful music)

- You came at me.

I know you.

Leave my child alone.

(gunshot booming) (knocking at door)

(knocking at door)

- Tamara.

Tamara. - Yeah.

- Door. - Okay.

Good morning, morning.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Jemima] It's in the Guardian, front page,

Daily Sun, front page.

(chattering drowns out speech)

It was a really good story. (laughing)

- For real, you see?

(chattering)

- [Newscaster] Kathleen Jones, a one-time recipient

of the CNN Award, was downtown in Ngara

at the (speaks faintly) in Nigeria

where she captured this disturbing police conduct.

- Behind me is the Apu Mob, the most brutal police--

- Diwani, why am I seeing Number One

in Ngara Town on CNN news?

Fighting and cursing and possibly letting her go.

I've had a debt for a major foray.

- [Diwani] I'm headin' for the airport now,

going into Ngara Town.

- I appreciate your problems, Diwani.

But tell me, why's she in Ngara Town,

the hub of our foray?

What is she trying to do?

- [Diwani] She has something else with Ngara Town.

Some kind of a small history, very personal to her.

But just give me one week, Thangi.

- And?

- I'll get her out of Ngara Town

and back to the foray.

- And if I go, it's to pull down the foray.

- Oh well, then we'll do what's necessary.

- Diwani?

I'm a man of God.

- Thangi, I did not make you or anyone else in the link.

(singing in foreign language)

♫ This is where I was born

♫ And this my hood, this where I resided

♫ Paid me a lot and the hood represent, ya

♫ Hey can't you see they all call me the master-craster

♫ This hood in part of me, doesn't matter where I go

♫ Isn't just glad to see

♫ I just can't leave her alone

♫ The situation's then down in the ghetto

(woman wailing drowns out rap)

♫ I love my hood, I love, they love me too

♫ No matter what (singing in foreign language)

- Some beats on ya.

Ah, ya.

What is it?

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

A letter of apology from the commissioner of police.

- That's nice.

(speaking foreign language)

It's from the governor.

- [Tamara And Jemima] Oh.

- How the boys are gonna be treated.

(exclaiming)

(speaking foreign language)

- Where's Weneka?

I think only once he returned.

- [Akari] Yes.

(Tamara grumbles)

- Tamar, Tamar, please, okay, take it easy.

(speaking foreign language)

- So what will you do?

- Look at me, look at his uncle.

(speaking foreign language)

Because he's the only man we have.

I need him, his uncle needs him.

- I know, just calm down, okay, he'll be fine.

- Tamara, maybe there's a way.

Akari,

I need your help.

(steam hissing) (roaring)

(Akari coughs)

- Give me a chance to show you something.

- Show me what?

Look at me.

I'm a ghetto soldier.

The king!

The last man standing.

Ngara is my home and you are a stranger.

- I want to help.

(laughing)

- You are ready right now?

Hmm?

Mm.

I've seen your type, just like the look of preachers

trying to help.

And their blood, sodden the sand of Ngara.

- Holy,

Holy Moses.

Letting go is hard,

but it's the only way something good can come of it.

You own Ngara, I see.

But,

the odds are against Ngara.

And Ngara has to let go of the past

to clamber into a new future.

- The system left me nothing but coastal water

deep in the creek over there.

That's why my (speaks faintly) killed him.

They killed him.

Do you even know who he is?

- [Kathleen] Your brother.

The local preacher.

- He was the life I had, you know?

One day,

I will find those who took him away from this world.

And I will have revenge.

From here or the creek.

Someday.

Ngara is my town.

I own it, not you.

Get out of,

get out of my tent.

And get out of my town!

(suspenseful music)

- [Jemima] Do you feel right?

- [Tamara] I'll be fine, I'm just woozy.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

So sure.

(speaks faintly)

- Holy Moses is just (speaks faintly).

- He's literally in pain and finds it hard to let go.

- Mm hmm.

Did he show you a picture?

We all have pictures.

Holy Moses wanna hold onto his own

and blame the world for it.

- He's got revenge in his heart.

He's gonna go over the edge sooner or later.

I have to find a way.

- Find a way?

You took nothing from him, you owe him nothing.

You made a move, he said no, then leave it alone.

- Tamara I went out loud to save Ngara Town.

Be a shame if anything prove us wrong now.

We need Weneka, remember?

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Hey, no no no no no no.

(speaking foreign language)

- Number One. - My name is Kathleen Jones.

- I see you are

dressin' down just to blend in, eh?

- Diwani, you can't come here.

- You runnin' a high fever.

Let me tell you something about Africans.

We're very quick to love and we love too much.

But if you hurt us,

we're going to come right at you like 1,000 buffaloes.

- Tell Thangi that Ngara cannot be the hub for your foray.

- Kathleen,

Thangi is a man of God.

And we'll never mate him.

- [Kathleen] I'll protect Ngara with my life it I have to.

- [Diwani] We want another foray after Kampala.

- Kampala?

Kampala was genocide by denial.

All those people died because of what we did.

- You're so incorrigible, Miss Jones.

Where is your head?

Do you know how many billions of dollars

donors channel into HIV-AIDS annually?

And what's all that money for?

To tell us what we already know?

Or to save some people who are surely going to die?

Listen, people get sick and people die,

that's how God has made it.

HIV is nothing special.

So when they throw all that money around,

just for people to believe in the system of things,

there must be someone out there

to dust off the money.

That someone is you.

And me, and Reverend Thangi.

And our scheming friends around the world.

Listen, Kathleen.

We are businessmen and HIV

is our industry.

- They are poor, weak and innocent people.

- Did your mother starve you as a baby?

Because you must be needing breast milk

to think that I care about these

pathetic, unproductive little people

who think of nothing other than food.

- I will not let Thangi pull the foray

and scam the world.

- Ngara Town will not just be

a holy ground for Thangi.

The new Ngara Town will be an enduring tourist attraction.

And these people will be happy.

They will love it. (Kathleen scoffs)

- You'll burn in hell.

- After you, Mother Theresa.

Listen, let me tell you something, hey.

You are too deep in the foray for you to turn around now.

All we want you to do

is to come back to the foray

and let Reverend Thangi proclaim his prophecy from God.

- Diwani, don't let the foray sprout.

- [Diwani] Is this about Kampala?

Or it's about your pathetic redemption,

what, for what you did to Ngara Town eight years ago.

Oh. (chuckling)

I see these doleful Ngara people

do not even know who you really are.

Do they?

Surely they don't.

- She is dead!

(dramatic music) (chattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(ominous music)

- Yes, Thangi, Kathleen's daughter is dead.

You knew it?

And you didn't even mention it.

She lost a child, that's what happened to her, goddammit!

No, we can't, we can't, we can't do that, Thangi.

We can't.

She's too significant a figure to die in Ngara.

That will just kill the foray.

The media frenzy will be too much to handle.

Oh yes, that's why she's here, that's why she's here.

She can't leave Ngara.

(African pop music)

Listen, Thangi,

I don't know how you run the foray.

But at least I want you to make this easy for me

to handle at this end.

I'll call you back, I'll call you back, hmm?

There may be some other way to handle this.

(African pop music)

- I'm lost.

- You don't look too good.

(speaks faintly)

You've seen Ngara, you saved it.

Now things are becoming ugly.

(speaking foreign language) Go home.

- Tamara, I can't leave Ngara.

- You are a tourist, you should go.

- I'm not a tourist.

- What?

- I came here to do something.

Ngara people don't trust strangers,

but you can trust me.

- Who is Diwani?

- I met Diwani one autumn nine years ago.

I was a small-town girl with a child

from Southampton in the UK.

I was doing a small job for a local paper.

I cared about nothing

but my reaching for the big money.

Diwani looked me in the eyes and he said,

"You're better than Southampton."

So,

I left my child and I began freelancing.

Diwani brought me to Nigeria where I did an article

that brought me international attention.

I traveled the world with Diwani doing big stories.

After I got the CNN Award, Diwani told me

it was time to make the big money.

He got me involved in his HIV profiteering.

- HIV profiteering?

- Parallel inputs generating AZT scarcity.

Erecting NGOs.

There more people that got infected or died of HIV,

the more money we made.

We are at every intersection

where HIV and AIDS funds exchange hands.

- What is going on?

Who are you and what are you here to stop?

- The foray.

- What is the foray?

- Oh my God! - What happened?

- [Tamara] Akari's having crisis.

- [Man] Watch your head, watch your head.

- Come on, it's a respiratory complication.

Pick him up.

(grunting)

- How is he doing?

- Well, he's sleeping now.

- How will he do?

- When he wakes up--

- He'll feel a little better, just a little.

- Yes.

A little.

- So why couldn't he breathe?

- Well, when--

- Pneumocystic pneumonia.

Often the first opportunistic infection

to develop in people with AIDS.

It's a lung infection caused by a certain fungus

that may have set out harmlessly,

suppressed by his immune system until he developed AIDS.

Now that his immune system is weakened,

the fungus is blocking his lungs

from delivering sufficient oxygen to his blood.

That lack of oxygen is what is causing

his severe shortness of breath,

accompanied by a dry cough and a fever.

- And that is why he's having respiratory complications.

Are you a doctor?

- No.

It's what killed my child.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, here is a list of drugs I've made out.

I don't know how you can find them.

You know, drug scarcity has killed a lot of these patients

and there's nothing we can do about it.

- Doctor?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

(gasping and moaning)

- Oh my God, this is not good.

(sultry music)

- I set my foot on Ngara soil.

An honest man, looking for what belongs to him.

I was denied my worth.

- Diwani?

Ngara belongs to me, not the white whore.

- That is not what I saw.

Hmm mm.

Tupac,

Tupac once said,

"I'm not saying I'm going to change the world,

"but I guarantee you

"I will smack off a brain that will change the world."

(exclaiming in foreign language)

(tuts)

- See, there's a big change coming to Ngara Town.

And it will be a big shame

if you don't have a big seat at the table.

- Ngara will change?

- Rebuilt by the GRA.

Or even better,

that's why I'm here.

That's why I've come to pay homage to you.

Hmm?

Now,

if you reject my hand,

that change will take place without you.

If you come with me,

then you're going to have a big seat at the table

with shiny guys and in places like this.

The white woman, Kathleen Jones.

- I don't like her. - No, you shouldn't.

You see that woman has somethin' that belongs to me.

And I want it back.

Quietly.

- What is this thing?

- It's a computer hard drive.

- How much are you paying?

- 20,000.

- 20,000?

Do you know my worth?

How much would you pay yourself?

Look at you, look at me.

You have nice clothes,

I do too.

You're a clean-cut boy, I am too.

You have a nice phone.

- [Diwani] What do you call this?

- I call it a machine.

(telephone ringing)

If you want that hard drive,

you will pay 100,000 because it means something to you.

(phone hinge clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- I'm a fairly sentimental man.

But I play dirty too.

I am not your regular businessman.

I'm in league with people beyond your thinking.

One of such people is the former governor,

Wellington George, the dead guy.

I know this phone.

This phone belongs to him.

(Diwani sighs)

Did you kill Wellington George?

Were you hired to kill him?

Or you did it on your own.

- Both.

- Do you know my friend here?

Oh.

I think you already know the police chief, huh?

I'm going to make you a deal.

You will go and get that hard drive for me, quietly.

And I will protect you.

If you don't,

I tell you this:

I have high-ranking friends everywhere,

including the police.

I'm not going to ask you.

You are going to do it.

You don't have anything more to say, do you?

No.

All right, it's your phone now, so

enjoy it.

(telephone ringing)

- If you're looking for money in my bag I can give it you.

Tamara.

♫ The things that you do (sobbing)

♫ I'm talking to you

(singing in foreign language)

♫ Oh -

♫ Oh no

(speaking foreign language)

♫ Oh no

♫ Yeah

♫ Oh Lord

♫ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♫ It's outrageous

♫ When we make wrong decisions

♫ Find a scripture first

♫ Just to justify your arms

♫ We were brought here to live to die

♫ Just thank God people could afford to die

♫ He that kills us for the future

♫ Will certainly die by

- Akari's dead because of your type.

What is this for, why in God's name, who are you?

- Tamar, calm down, okay?

- You have HIV and you're a volunteer for USAID.

Why are you destroying the lives

of other sick people for profit?

- Four years ago the foray created 520 numbers.

- Numbers? - People they pulled

to fabricate and declare false HIV status.

- What is this for?

- A scam.

Perhaps the biggest scam ever made in God's name.

- It should stop.

- Involving local politicians, men of God, businessmen

from Africa, America and Europe.

The foray is a big party that will miraculously heal

520 false HIV carriers.

And at the top of it all

is a church. - Oh my God.

- Imagine if a celebrity with HIV or AIDS

was healed in a remote slum in Africa.

- Every sick rich person around the world will go there.

- They needed somebody with an international image.

Who better than one who got the CNN Award?

- You?

- I'm Number One.

The first of 520 others from around the world.

- Wait a minute.

You falsified your HIV status

and volunteered to work for the USAID?

- [Tamara] Who are you?

First, you were not a tourist.

Now you are not sick.

What else don't we know about you, Kathleen?

- What about your daughter?

- The foray infected my daughter with the virus

to make my fabricated HIV status look real.

- You felt the pain your profiteering had cost other people.

That's why you turned on the foray.

- [Kathleen] Yes.

- And now you want to stop it.

You're broken, you're angry. - Yes.

(moaning)

- [Jemima] Tamar, you okay?

What is it?

- I'm pregnant. - What?

- I-shay.

I left my family once.

And I won't let that happen again.

- Hey, Holy Moses.

Time is a luxury I don't have.

I want that hard drive.

- He didn't check well, he will check again.

- [Tamara] What church is at the top of foray?

- Reverend Thangi.

- [Both] Reverend Thangi?

- Ngara Town will no longer belong to Ngara people.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Ngara people will give up Ngara Town on their own.

(speaking foreign language)

- What's going on? - What is this?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you, Mr. Moses.

I'll be in touch with you.

(electric car window whirs)

Our boy just got back our property.

- Well done, Diwani, well done.

- Yeah, seems she wants to recompense the people of Ngara

for what she did to them eight years ago.

Mm hmm, part of her redemption, yeah.

She has a plan.

- The foray did not die when we lost Wellington George.

There are 520 other numbers,

most of whom

are Europeans and Americans

in terms of foreigners, 500.

This is a moment of crisis.

And the foray does not need Kathleen to end.

Draw her out of Ngara Town.

Take her out and we commence the foray.

Just find me someone from Ngara Town, do this for me.

- Okay, I know how to handle it.

I'll go to Holy Moses, he'll be useful again.

(orchestral music)

- Hey, Dima, what's up?

- Okay, let's go.

(singing in foreign language)

(cheering)

♫ She's been crying all the time, oh

♫ No one to call her own

♫ To put smile on her face

(singing in foreign language)

♫ Africa

(singing in foreign language)

- What have you done?

What is Holy Moses doing with my Ngara Town Initiative?

I entrusted you with a hard drive

containing education, health care

and empowerment of Ngara people.

What did you do?

- Calm down.

Weneka got the hard drive and he was going to use it.

I did this to protect him.

I didn't know this would happen, he didn't tell me.

- What are you doing?

(speaks faintly)

- This is not a change coming.

This is my personal Ngara Initiative.

- Who else with Diwani?

- Tamara, don't talk to this man.

You don't know him, you don't know what he's capable of.

- I'm interested in your music.

- What is going on?

- What is going on, my dear Tamara,

is that you have a chosen a strange white lady

over your own brother.

- Who are you?

- Let's just say I'm a humanitarian

doing relief work in Africa.

And in my kind of work, there are lots of influences,

people trying to sabotage our effort.

Propagandists, systematically spreading deceptive

distorted information about us.

One of such people is that woman

that you have under your roof.

What you should be asking is who is Kathleen Jones?

- Who is she?

- Why would you believe anything I tell you?

- Who is Kathleen Jones?

(chuckling)

- Perhaps I should show you Kathleen Jones.

(ominous music)

- [Kathleen] Oh no.

- Eight years ago you came to Nigeria.

You wrote that article that brought international attention

and sparked off the shoot-on-sight here in Ngara Town.

You took my father from me!

(gunshots booming) And now you are

under his roof, what more do you want?

- I'm sorry about what happened to your father.

- Get out.

- I'm here to repair that in every way.

- Get out of my house!

- Please, let me stop Diwani and the foray.

- Get out of my town! - I wanna help!

- You took everything I had!

- I'm sorry.

- You took everything I had! - I'm sorry.

(gunshots booming)

(dramatic music)

(gunshots booming)

(speaking foreign language)

(shouting)

(toy beeping)

(somber music)

- You wrote that article

that sparked off the shoot-on-sight?

- They paid me to write it. - Who paid you?

- Wellington George when he was governor.

- You knew George? - Security and unemployment

was an issue in the state back then, it affected investment.

George figured that tourism would be a factor

in creating employment and reducing crime.

They wanted to create a world-class tourist attraction

that would bring foreigners, suggesting safety in the city,

a place by the river.

- Ngara Town.

That is why he wanted to demolish the place.

- George thought

that the voice of an international journalist

would bring attention to Ngara.

That's when Diwani brought me from Southampton.

I never saw the place.

They spoon-fed me and I wrote an article

that labeled Ngara Town as the crime capital of Africa.

Wellington George took his cue,

and he declared the shoot-at-sight order

targeting only Ngara Town.

- Oh, that was his way of punishing Ngara people

because they didn't let him come take the land.

- [Kathleen] No.

- No?

- No, Ngara people ruined business for him.

- How?

- The government was going to let Ngara go to private hands.

Only one person would have owned it all.

- Wellington George.

- And no one would have known.

Diwani was going to be his dummy.

- And after his tenure he was still interested in the place?

- Diwani introduced, especially if a preacher

says it's God's will.

- Oh my God.

The people revere Thangi

and honor his word as that of God.

- Thangi will declare Ngara holy land

and heal the 520 from the sands.

He will tell them God wants their land.

- Ngara will be gone?

- They say Nigeria has the most churches in the world.

And this place has the most churches in Nigeria.

This makes this the church capital of the world.

The foray is trying to forge a holy land

that will dwarf Jerusalem.

More power than the Vatican.

Miracle-seeking people will come here

and Thangi will milk them dry.

- The sands of Ngara will be like the mustard seed.

Lots of foreigners here.

Tourism will flourish, crime will reduce.

- Take me somewhere safe.

(tense music)

- Kathleen Jones is out of the way.

- [Thangi] Well done, Diwani.

I'm coming to Ngara Town to proclaim the foray.

We have her replacement?

- [Diwani] Yes.

Her name is Tamara Abila.

She's quite a talent.

She is very well regarded in Ngara Town.

She has everything to live for.

And that everything has been our leverage.

I have made her a major music deal.

I offered her one million lira, a car,

and a house uptown for later.

Right now she has got her HIV test result.

Well, she'll be your first miracle.

And the people of Ngara will give us our thing.

- [Thangi] What about Holy Moses?

- No, those are just criminals.

We have no need for them anymore.

All right, later.

(Diwani grunts)

Listen, you'll be fine, okay?

The law has to take its course

on Holy Moses and his boys

for masterminding the killing of Wellington George.

Otherwise, the foray will not be safe.

And that will not be good for you.

- What about Kathleen?

- Well, right now she's a loose cannon

and we cannot trust her.

- What will you do to her?

- She went out loud on the news

when those boys killed Wellington George.

And now Holy's boys are looking for.

She's an assassin, a fugitive of the law.

She's very conspicuous and they'll find her.

- What will happen?

- She may not be able to get far.

Or maybe she'll just be mobbed by hoodlums.

Listen, Tamara,

we're doing all this for you,

for Weneka,

and the child to come.

But you must not let Weneka know about this part.

But he'll be safe.

(orchestral music)

- [Kathleen] The hard disks are gone.

I can't stop the foray.

I can't return to Ngara.

- [Jemima] Maybe it's time to go home.

- I can't go home. (sniffing)

There's nothing there for me anymore.

My child is dead.

My mother passed away years ago.

And I never knew who my father was.

I have nobody.

The only family I have

is you,

Tamara,

and Ngara people.

- This is all my fault.

After my mother was killed,

and my father ended up on a wheelchair,

I became a very bitter girl and wanted vengeance.

Holy Moses came to me and said

if he found who killed his brother and my mother

and destroyed my father, he would take his revenge.

So I started finding.

I paid people to look deeper because

something didn't feel right.

My father got shot and his friend Wellington George,

best man at his wedding,

replaced him in the government operations.

The only reason my sources found it.

Wellington George was behind the attack on my family.

I killed Wellington George.

(dramatic music)

I gave Holy Moses the money to hire somebody, but

I didn't know it was going be Weneka.

I'm sorry.

- [Kathleen] I don't belong here.

Take me back to Ngara.

- You're safe here.

- Take me back to Ngara.

- If you go back, you may never get out.

That Diwani may be up to some dangerous game.

- When I came here, there was something I didn't do.

I never planned to leave.

- No.

- (sniffing) You know there's always a reckoning.

Take me back to Ngara.

- What is going on, Thangi?

- The foray is now ready.

- A mess has been on, not the foray.

- This is mess, a bloody big mess.

- When I saw Number One in Ngara Town on CNN,

I thought it was a foray plan.

Now she is gone.

- More like replaced, Sandrine.

- She turned against the foray

because her child died of AIDS.

A little girl was infected by you.

- I am a businessman.

And this mess is no good for a business like this.

- Kathleen is by herself, Jim Kay.

- So why did you let her foil the foray?

They were sending out people to infect the girl!

- It was supposed to turn out good for us.

Kathleen never cared for that girl.

- Well she does now, her only child, dead.

Now she has nothing to lose.

- [Thangi] We don't need Kathleen Jones anymore.

- That is not for you to decide.

- [Thangi] I have decided.

I've got a job of the FLR, and plenty too, Frenchy.

My judge is the hub, I built the foray.

- Wrong, you're wrong, we found it!

- [Thangi] 40%, Wellington George is 60% of the money.

From where I stand, you are not the money.

- Thangi, I am a politician, not a businessman.

My interest in this is the tourism.

(static drowns out speech)

Now the police chief tells me

Diwani requested a man-hunt on Kathleen.

Then leave her out, an Englishwoman on my soil.

That, Thangi, does not come across as a reward to me

for providing Diwani all the necessary access in my city.

- There is-- - Let me finish!

You built the foray, and you are trying to destroy it.

I wish you well, I wish you well.

My hands are off.

- In my country, we do business, not mess.

- I don't want messes.

- [Thangi] Your loss, I am going to Ngara Town.

The foray will not be moved.

The commissioner just pulled out of the foray.

Where off to?

Call off the man-hunts on the Englishwoman.

If they find her, we will fly her back home safely.

She can't talk to anybody about the foray.

That's our deal.

Take everybody connected to the murder of Wellington George.

If they run, shoot them!

(gunshots booming)

We protect ourselves.

We go legitimate.

(gunshots booming)

(somber music)

(people chattering)

(gunshots booming)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Cop] Halt, put up the hands, put up the hands.

(gunshot booming)

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

(faintly chattering) (faint pop music)

(suspenseful music)

- Strike me dead.

I deserve it.

I hurt your town and you lost good people.

But I'm here now.

I can't run from you.

And I can't run from Ngara.

I have.

This is the home I know.

I'm sorry, Tamara. (Tamara weeps)

- I'm okay.

They took Weneka from me!

- Oh my God.

- They want to take Ngara Town from us.

- Reverend Thangi.

He will use your submission to God

so you give him the land and

(crowd exclaiming)

He will call Ngara a holy land.

(tutting)

This town is important to some people.

It's a big venture.

Every single grain of sand will be money.

- [Crowd] Holy Moses! (exclaiming)

(crowd exclaiming)

- [Thangi] Nothing to worry about.

Your part is done, well done, Diwani.

You should leave now, people are unstable

when they are going through a crisis.

Diwnai, what do you make of Kathleen now?

- Well she'll go home, we've got to Ngara Town.

- Yes, we do. - All right.

- I am going to Ngara in a modest way, and I know

the people will embrace me like one of their own.

No convoy, no crowd, no press,

just Thangi.

Please, Ngara people

the germs that you just rejects.

Peasants unto Ngara Town,

a place of grace.

Hey, what about Oke?

Reverend Thangi is here.

What about your friend was, yeah?

Where he is?

God has a message. - Nice God.

Are you a man of God, Thangi? - Yes, child.

- Do you know Diwani Wonodi? - Never heard of him.

Come, child, let's pray for Ngara Town.

- I am not your child.

My father was a good preacher that spoke well.

And when I lost him, the only thing I had

was the father of the child I now have in my bosom.

'Cause you, Diwani are referring to keep him from me.

- You don't look too well, child.

- Ngara Town,

you're standing on the grass, huh?

- [All] Yes!

- That's the only thing we have.

Why would God ask for it?

It is only God that can take it from us.

Why do you want our land?

- Come, Tamara, let's pray for God's help.

It is not for man to say.

- At least for Diwani to make me a singer,

and for you to heal of HIV with our own sand.

Then God will say this is a holy land.

Because you know these people would give up anything

as long as the AIDS were gone.

- What are you talking about?

- What happened to your number one person with AIDS?

- Kathleen Jones, I'm a man of God, you know.

(crowd exclaiming)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] You are not the most enlightened!

- [Thangi] And do his prophet no harm.

(dramatic music) (gasping)

- [Tamara] Green!

(yelling and screaming)

(dramatic music)

- So many sick people have died

because of what I've done.

My daughter died because of me.

Look at me, Holy.

I've lost...

I don't even know who I am anymore.

I'm just a broke old woman, waiting to die.

There's nothing left for me in this world.

I've traveled,

I've done things.

Yet life makes no sense.

Everything I did

was for what?

Evil makes no sense.

If you do this,

you can't turn it around.

- This wasn't me.

- Oluto.

- My name is Holy Moses.

- There was a boy,

a good boy filled with dreams.

He loved his country,

he loved the uniform.

He loved his brother, he still loves his brother.

His name was Oluto.

He was a fine soldier.

You want to be a soldier.

To serve your country

and be an example to others, like Jemima's father.

Not a thug, not this life.

The system let you down.

Let Holy Moses go.

Oluto is better than this.

Oluto still has dreams.

You can turn it around and find it again.

Your country is waiting for you, not the creek.

(sobbing)

You're a good man.

You're a good man.

You're a good man. (sobbing)

You're a good man.

You're a good man.

You're a good man.

(choral music)

(dramatic music) (Kathleen groans)

(orchestral music)

(Oluto panting)

- No!

No!

Help!

Someone help, Dima go call someone!

- It's okay.

I left something for your town.

For Dima.

I'm going home.

- Don't do this to me.

You were only here to help.

- [Kathleen] God forgive me.

- Someone help!

Help.

Kathleen, Kathleen no!

No, Kathleen.

Kathleen.

No! (sobbing)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(choral music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(gun clicks) - You killed my brother.

And come again, use me, trick me, and try to kill me?

- No, no no, no sir.

There is a foray.

(dramatic music)

Wait.

You can't, you can't get through this, hey.

That's the police chief there.

Let me call him back again.

Listen, I have a gun pointin' at my head here.

- I can see.

- Then let me pass!

- I can't do that.

Holy Moses is a criminal,

and an accessory to murder.

- No, the police commissioner says give me leave

and you must do that now.

- The foray is done, Diwani.

Thangi is dead.

I'll kill you too. - What?

- If he doesn't kill you,

I will.

(ominous music)

- Make peace with your God.

(gunshot booming)

(dramatic music)

(gunshots booming)

(orchestral music)

- [Man] To Miss Tamara Abila,

there are some diplomatic matters

arising from the murder of Kathleen Walden-Jones,

100% anyway.

A week ago, Kathleen sent a package

to the United Kingdom embassy,

something that should be returned to you as the next of kin

in the event of death.

Once investigations are completed,

you'll have access to what she's left.

In the meantime, here's a letter.

- [Kathleen] Dear Tamara, I may not be around long,

so I have left you something for Ngara Town,

your music, and Dima's film career.

If he works hard, everything is in place financially

to enter UCLA.

He has my 100% belief.

There is 14 million US dollars

from the money I have made.

When I came to Ngara you showed me compassion

and for the first time in my life

I was truly loved like a family.

You are now the guardian of the Ngara Initiative.

Thank you, with eternal love,

Kathleen Walden-Jones.

(orchestral music)

♫ What am I supposed to do

♫ Where am I supposed to go

♫ Seeming like the world is on my head

♫ Or I'm standing upside down

♫ I used to dream of you and I