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(projector clicking)

(rain pattering) (man vocalizing)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

[Woman] Obama!

(wind whooshing)

- Say grace Paris.

I'm sure we can make an exception tonight.

- No.

Praying is not really my thing; and you know it mum.

Besides it won't work.

It's unholy.

You need faith to obtain answers to our prayers.

- Mum, mum, can I say grace, please?

- Go ahead honey,

At least someone here fears the Lord

- In the name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

- Amen.

- Dear father God, who is in the heaven,

Thank you for bringing our family together,

Thank you for your help in processing my sister's visa.

The best sister in the world,

So that she can travel to Europe.

- Thank you honey.

Nothing is without consequence, Paris.

I've heard the story before.

People thought they were making "easy money",

But ended up in prison or dead.

- I've never said it was "easy money".

- Go to your room, FiFi.

- But mum, I am hungry.

- It won't be long. I promise.

Hang on.

- Thank you.

- It's our last night together before you leave, Paris.

I would like to know who gave you so much money and why?

Whatever you did,

I am your mother.

I am mummy.

- It takes more than tears to be mummy you know.

(gun firing)

- What do you want?

No!

(gasping)

- Take it easy.

Welcome back to the land of the living.

Hey.

What are you doing?

- What happened to me?

- Someone shot you.

- How long have I slept?

- Not enough.

You were lucky.

The bullet hit the metal, and,

That's how you survived.

It looks worse than it really is. But,

You will be just fine.

(sobbing)

Shh.

It's going to be alright.

- I need to go home.

- Oh, take it easy.

I know I said everything will be alright. But,

What you need right now is a good rest. Okay?

What have you got yourself into this time?

- You bought a laptop?

- Uh...

Can we talk about what happened to you?

- Come sit besides me.

(thunder rumbling)

Lie down.

Who did you tell of my travel plans?

Please don't lie to me.

- Uh... I did not tell anyone anything.

- You know where we are, do you?

It's our sacred space.

No lies allowed here.

- I swear, I, I said nothing.

- Only four people knew of my travel plans.

My mother,

My sister,

Myself,

And you, Obama.

- Paris, I swear. I swear on my mother's head.

- Stop lying to me!

- You made me promise, remember?

And you know I will do anything you ask me to.

(door creaking)

- What was that?

- The wind.

I must have forgotten to close the window.

(thunder crashing)

- For fucksake!

U-turn!

U-turn Guys! U-turn! There is a storm ahead Captain!

- For Christ's sake! Calm down! It's just a passing wave!

Faster, Sailing Master!

- 90 kilometers per hour Captain.

- Awesome.

Let's slice right through the leg of that wave,

before the storm breaks.

- With all due respect Captain, it's really high.

- It's just a wave.

- Agree. But this ain't any wave.

About 5 meters high, and it's getting worse.

- Have faith Lady and Gent! Have faith.

We are so close to the Italian shore,

I can smell spaghetti bolognese with meatball.

- Gale warning! Gale warning!

(thunder crashing)

- Do not panic!

We're gonna capsize!

- Oh my God,

Why did I even come here?

- I'd rather drown than living on the breadline.

- But Paris, what about the one team one dream?

"All for one and one for all"

- I'm sorry but do I look like a communist to you?

(thunder crashing) (all shouting)

Shit, water's pouring in. Master Obama?

- We are approaching the 120 Miles per hour.

- Amazing job Sailing Master!

On my count, let's sail into the wind.

- Roger that, Captain!

- Oh my God! This is suicide!

- Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

(all shouting)

- We are all dead now. Happy?

- It's all right. We will succeed next time.

- You're a psychopath you know that.

- Psychopath? Me? No no,

I prefer resourceful.

Check out the role play. Not bad innit?

- I guess this little experiment,

will jolt you back to your senses.

- You're kidding, right?

- No.

I'm deadly serious. All you dream of is immigrating.

- So what?

It's not like you haven't tried to get out of this shithole.

(Football)

- You're right. I am sorry.

- I can't swim.

- Next time think before you put your life at risk.

- It's alright, don't worry, as long as I have fun.

Um, by the way. Samantha!

Why do you blindly follow Paris on a her suicide missions

if you don't like them?

Aren't you the oldest here?

Shouldn't you be the one leading us?

- Come again?

- What else can I tell you?

The computer doesn't belong to me.

Do you take me for a fool, huh?

I swear, Paris. It belongs to Dr Ekobika.

Well, it's not really his. It belongs to the clinic.

It is the visa scam, isn't it?

I'm truly sorry.

I shouldn't have introduced you to these people.

They are very dangerous.

- When it comes to money,

We are all capable of evil.

(rumbling)

(car horn honking)

- What were they looking for?

- Money.

- Where did you get the money for your visa?

- What did you get yourself into this time?

- Are still there?

- Why you asking me all these questions?

It feels like a police investigation.

Are you a cop now?

- I am sorry.

I am just trying to understand,

why would someone wants to kill you.

- Like you see, I am not dead.

Please.

- I am coming with you.

- That's very nice of you, but no, thanks.

You should go back home.v

- Please, let me protect you.

- You don't need to worry. I can take care of myself.

Listen, I will tell you everything. I promise.

I will tell you everything, I swear.

But not right now, OK?

(upbeat rock music)

♪ I see you lookin at me like I was anybody ♪

♪ I bet you wouldn't believe

♪ Tonight's about to be lost

♪ Tonight's about to be lost

♪ So don't be tellin' anybody

♪ That there's some trouble coming ♪

♪ Soon I'll be staying free

- Hey babe, wanna have sex?

I assure you, it's Bio.

Eh?

Hey? Babe?

Hey, I am talking to you.

Get lost! You don't know what you're missing out!

♪ Inside of my head, inside of my head, inside of my head ♪

(car horn honking)

Hey honey, wanna have a good time?

At half the price.

- Shut up, bitch!

- Yeah? Fuck off!

♪ Finding the rhythm to breathe ♪

♪ But you're about to be lost

♪ The reaper's coming for you

(breathing heavily)

(eerie ambient music)

(knocking on door)

- Samantha, open the door. I know you in there.

(knocking on door)

Open this door right now or I will break it down.

What the hell? What's going on here?

Go back to sleep, bitch.

- Bitch? You want to know what your bitch has?

She's got this, OK?

But that's not all.

Your bitch,

has a fucking high calcium deficiency,

That makes her hands shake. Huh?

And if you keep pissing me off, I will blow your brains out.

(wind whooshing)

(breathing heavily)

- I know you've spent time in prison.

That explains why you've developed a flair for the dramatic.

But I don't quite understand,

Is whether you are mentally retarded or just stupid.

(breathing heavily)

(blender whirring)

- I promise,

That I'll take care of you both like princesses.

- What makes you think she's a girl?

- But because I'm feeling it, I am feeling it.

- I'm warning you.

If you don't stop using I am leaving you.

I don't need a drug addict in my life. OK?

- We all make compromises!

- Am I missing something here?

- Well. You must be more forgetful.

Listen, honey.

I deeply love you, you know.

Even if you sing like a cat.

- Idiot!

(upbeat rock music)

(Thank you for joining here at Nkongsamba FM),

(For our morning news briefing).

(It's 8:27AM).

(A Boeing 727 used to haul cocaine),

(crashed at Sinkrebaka),

(in the Saharan desert of northern Mali).

(No bodies were found at the crash site),

(it is not known what happened to the 10 tones of cocaine),

(aboard the plane).

(These last years),

(Africa has become an important drug transit hub),

(for the South American cartels...)

- Your mother came to see me yesterday morning.

She came to tell me you were going abroad.

And immediately made me swear not to tell anyone.

- Thank you.

- She said you are superstitious.

She was radiant, you know.

Your mother...

Happy,

Stunning,

More like the Mary before her cancer.

What a friend we have in Jesus.

What a friend we have in Jesus.

All our sins and griefs to bear.

And what a privilege to carry.

O what peace we often forfeit,

O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry,

Everything to God in prayer!

(sobbing)

I'm really sorry about what happened.

Truly sorry.

(sobbing)

- Do you know if my mother owed money to anyone?

I don't know. Maybe a tontine she did not pay.

- No.

Not that I know of,

People did not want to lend her money anymore.

There was concern that she won't reimburse.

Because of the cancer.

- Did she tell you where she was going, after she left?

- Um, I think she went to the market.

She wanted to give you a sumptuous feast.

Her dream was for you to leave this country safely.

By the way, Paris.

Your mother asked if Samantha told me,

where you got the money for your travel documents from.

While we are on the subject,

Where did you get that money from?

- The divine providence.

(eerie ambient music)

(thudding)

- I really don't understand you.

Are you so ashamed of being black?

- Oh please, Samantha, spare me the drama.

This is a Gothic doll look.

Nothing to do with trying to look white.

- The ideal for black women today is to keep all natural,

Just like like Lupita Nyong'o.

Black & Proud!

- Don't worry, I assume my Blackness, proudly.

- Really?

What about that illusion you are shoving down our throat?

- The thing is, I like experimenting.

Try new things.

See what happens.

Therefore, If I want to have white hair, I dye them

- Sometimes you "acting white", do you know that?

- Nope, I strongly disagree.

It's a little occult, but It suits me. I love it.

- There we go. You are a "bounty".

(Samantha sighing)

- Paris, you are beautiful,

You are young. You are bright.

But, what you are not, is a "bounty".

- Hurry up! Clock's ticking.

- How'd you meet him? Your boyfriend?

- He is a client who will make us rich.

I hear you. But don't worry. Think about the money.

- Yup, I know. Everyone has a price.

But I have a bad feeling about this one.

(knocking on door)

- I thought you like to try new things.

- I am literally petrified.

What if he was a serial killer?

- In this case, may God have mercy upon your soul.

- Samantha.

(light piano music)

- Okay,

Okay, this is how we met.

(light piano music)

(all clapping)

(Bravo, bravo, bravo!)

(Superb! Well done.)

- A drink please.

- On its way.

You definitely made an impression tonight.

(chuckling)

- Um... Looks like the shy kind.

- Too bad. He is missing out.

- I am with child.

- I'm aware.

- And you don't mind?

- I don't mix business with pleasure.

- Excuse me, Sir,

My Lady.

- Yes..??

- Um, I...I just wanted to say you were incredible.

(Samantha laughing)

- Thank you..??

Hakeem. Please call me Hakeem.

- You don't look like you're from around here, are you?

- Huh. What gave me away? My clothes, right?

(Samantha laughing)

- C'mon now, Hawaii is at the other end of the world.

I am... Samantha.

- Nice to meet you, Samantha.

So, Samantha, can I offer you a drink?

- Um. Please.

- One more. And may I have the same?

- Coming up Sir.

- So tell me Hakeem, what did you like the most,

The singer or the song,

And please no filtered modesty.

- I... I don't know what to say.

- Well, let me help you, Hakeem.

(light piano music)

- I've never seen something so beautiful.

- So, what is Mr. Hakeem doing in my beautiful country?

- Business.

- Uhm

- It took me twenty years to save a little bit of money.

I admit that I'm impulsive; but twenty years?

Imagine that.

- You had every right to leave, you know?

There is nothing to do here.

Life sucks in Africa.

(Hakeem laughing)

- I used to think like that.

But today, I see lots of opportunities.

- Such as?

You.

(Samantha sighting)

- Wow.

That's really cute.

- Whoa.

I give you three times that amount

- No?

- Yes!

- No?

- Yes. Fifteen hundred Euros, each.

C'mon, give me a high five.

- Um. But why paying this much?

For something as trivial as sex?

- Why not?

- Men are not altruistic.

- I didn't know you have a PhD in men's behavior.

- Nope.

But I have years of experience in listening to my father,

Telling me how he couldn't.

(speaks in broken French) Cook without tasting the salt.

- Speak French , if you please.

- Well, for my father, incest was normal, logical in a way.

- That's disgusting.

- Don't worry. The asshole will rot in jail.

- Listen, We are here to make some extra money, OK?

We are giving him our Lady business.

And in return we make fifteen hundred Euros each.

A little expensive, but...That's life.

(wind whooshing)

- What are you doing?

- Do not move!

- I'm being serious. You poured something on my back?

(sniffing) (grunting)

♪ Happy birthday to you

Oh? Is it my birthday?

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you, Hakeem ♪

(laughing)

♪ Happy birthday to you

- I am a warrior.

A Zulu warrior.

- Woohhh!!!

- Shaka Zulu...Ehh-h-hh.

EHHHHH!

No! No! No! No!

I am a gorilla.

- Wooohhh!!!

(Samantha laughing)

- I am...

KING KONG!

- Wooohhh!!!

(percussive music)

King Kong. King Kong.

- KING KONG!

- King Kong.

(Hakeem grunting)

(body thudding)

(Samantha gasping)

- Is King Kong dead?

(clicking tongue)

- How do I look?

- What do we do now?

- We get the fuck out.

Nothing like this has ever happened here. OK?

- Like common thieves?

- Yes

No, no, no.

No way!

- What?

- I can't believe it! He had no intention of paying us.

No, no, no. We got cheated so easily.

And like debutantes.

By a King Kong addict and liar.

- We can't just leave him here.

- We absolutely will!

Where the fuck is my shoe gone?

- We don't even know who he is.

- Yes we do. His name is Hakeem.

Maybe it's not even his real name.

I don't know, and I don't care.

And his terrible French accent.

Anyway, I don't care anymore. You hear me?

I don't give a flying shit about it!

- What if someone saw us coming-in?

- What about it, we did not kill him.

Where is my shoe gone?

Oh, bloody hell!

- Would you please stop moaning?

(intense music)

(Paris gasping)

Dear Lord!

- He is dear indeed!

- You were my best student.

- Painting isn't for me.

- You know Paris,

Africans go to the West to study IT degrees,

Medicine,

Banking.

While...I picked Fine Arts.

(scoffing)

What an Idiot!

- When I was 13,

My teacher said I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

He owned a car.

And I've never been into a car before.

I wanted to know how it feels.

To sit inside.

Been driven around.

So I let him do whatever he wanted to me.

Losing my virginity for a ride in a car.

This is being an idiot!

Why did you come back?

- Because my visa had expired, and I couldn't renew it.

- Life isn't meant to be easy, you have to hang on.

- Please, how would you know how being undocumented is?

Honey,

It's tough, but nowhere feels like home.

- At the same time the exact opposite is also true.

Isn't it why your sister risked her life in the desert?

I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me.

- You know what,

I understand you are upset and frustrated,

by the lack of opportunities here at home

But I can't quite get my head around is,

where you found the Five million to go abroad.

Because for most people,

money does not fall from the sky.

- How do you know it was Five million?

(eerie ambient music)

(guns firing)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(men grunting)

(woman grunting) (woman screaming)

(soldier screaming in local language)

(Samantha breathing heavily)

(screaming)

(Samantha sobbing)

Come back to us.

Come back to us. It's going to be alright.

It's going to be alright.

Shh.

- Morning.

- Hey Samantha?

Where have you been?

You've spent the night out again?

No wonder no man wants to marry you.

Who would want a slut as a wife?

- Who do you think you are? My mother?

- Who do you think you're talking too, huh?

- Why don't you guess?

(water splashing)

I can't believe you suspect me of such a crime.

God forbid, we are like sisters.

- Did you tell your sister about the money?

- I did. And I am sorry. OK?

But where is the correlation?

C'mon Paris.

What kind of monster do you think I am?

(woman tutting)

Why are you constantly doubting our friendship?

It is why you didn't tell me you were going abroad?

- How do you know that?

What do you think?

Your mum told my sister, together they told the entire slum.

(woman tutting)

We should go to the police.

- Never! We can't do that.

They will know we are hiding something and take the money.

- What's your problem?

I'm warning you!

If you don't mind your own business, I will fuck you up. OK?

- And what's wrong with you?

- So, is it for today or tomorrow?

- Now, my dear!

(speaking in broken French) - Go on, fuck her up!

(wind whooshing)

- "The bounty"! "Bounty"!

- "Bounty"! "Bounty"! "Bounty"!

(Paris growling) - Grrrr.

- We are in deep shit...I get it.

But how we...

Fucking hell, that fat bitch really fucked me up.

It's not a criticism but,

I suggest we go on the offense,

and find out who is behind all this

- Maybe it's Hakeem. Maybe he's not dead after all.

- He is dead.

- How can you be so sure?

- Because, like I said, he is dead.

I watched him die.

So did you.

- What about your boyfriend? Did you tell him anything?

- He's not my boyfriend.

- If so, why are you guys in a relationship?

- What do you mean by "relationship"?

- Stop, Penné! Everybody knows you are sleeping together

- Ewané, We are not sleeping together, I fuck him.

That's the difference. OK?

You think Otam has anything to do with this?

Well, killing in cold blood.

Only psychopaths can do that.

- I don't know, really don't.

I'm not sure. All I know is, since we met Hakeem,

our lives have changed dramatically.

- Okay, so where do we start, Sherlock?

(busy street ambience)

(chicken squawking)

- Oops.

That guy really hates me.

- His life-long dream is to become a doctor.

Not your boyfriend.

- Whatever! The guy's a carer and already plays,

the sorcerer's apprentice with people's lives.

- He's a student nurse.

- Even worse.

(fridge door opening and closing)

Since when a student nurse opens a practice?

Only in Africa do we find such bullshit

(can hissing)

- What is this all about?

(backpack dropping)

I created this community health center to help our people.

This room is the closest emergency center for many.

What I am doing with this place saves lives, you understand?

What's going on here is very important.

(banknotes dropping)

It's not what you think.

- A thief broke into our house last night.

He took everything from me.

My money.

My passport.

My family.

It wasn't me.

- I swear Paris, it was not me.

I would never do anything to harm you.

Neither you nor your family.

I love you Paris.

I'm in love with you.

- Where did you get all that money?

(coughing)

- My uncle.

My father's little brother who lives in Switzerland.

The Catholic University sent me an offer.

- We are leaving.

I'm not done with you yet.

(percussive music)

- What if we get caught?

It's been a week, no mention of his death anywhere.

No 'missing person' notice by the police.

No one saw us that day, why returning to the scene of crime?

- And if the money belonged to a secret society?

- Then your timing is lousy my dear.

- Who booked the hotel room?

- He did. We also spent our first night in the same room.

- And we found the money in the exact same room.

- I know where this is going.

The man died from an overdose.

And for the first time luck is on our side.

No. I refuse to believe in your conspiracy theory.

- Well dear, it's because you have no imagination.

(suspenseful music)

- I know you feel guilty for all that happened recently.

The death of your mum, your sister,

and the body of the guy we left behind.

It's much to bear. Anyone would have gone mad.

- Yup, everyone but you.

- Let's say I am a little more pragmatic.

- I'm going!

- Damn it! What are you doing?

Hold on a minute.

- I'm keeping watch.

- I also know how to keep watch.

- Maybe. But I am the one with the weapon.

- Move!

- You're sure to know what you're doing?

- I'm a big girl, Paris.

- Are you sure of that? You seem to be struggling.

- Really?

- Yup.

(suspenseful music)

- What happened here?

Do you think it's secret services?

- There is none here.

We should speak to Otam.

- Why Otam?

- Because Nkongsamba is a little town.

And he spent a long time in prison.

Well, maybe he knows someone who heard something.

- I'm sorry, but we can't.

- Hey, what's the matter?

Because you totally freak out every time I mention his name.

- Stop accusing me falsely.

I just don't want him to stick his nose in my business. OK?

It's not like we're best buddies.

- The guy's your boyfriend.

For the last time, he's not my boyfriend!

He was just a little fling.

You know what? Fuck this!

(door clicking)

(light switching off)

(street ambience)

- Why did your mother named you after a city?

C'mon? Paris?

(Samantha laughing)

- Mum worked as receptionist at the Hilton hotel.

It was either Dorcas, after your sister.

or Paris, after Paris Hilton.

Frankly, Do I look like a Dorcas?

Are you still thinking about it?

What happened to you in Libya?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it. I won't be the first to go nut.

What time is your bus?

- In 6 hours.

(phone chiming)

(Meet me at the factory)

- Let's go.

(rooster crowing)

- Here we go!

- But...The plane leaves today.

- Yup.

There's always someone desperate to immigrate. Right?

- Call this number. He might be able to help you.

(clattering)

May I help you?

- No, thank you. But he certainly could.

- What is she doing here?

- I am to blame. Coming here was my idea.

We are in deep trouble, and only you can help us out.

(suspenseful music)

- Listen, Mr. Otam.

I'm a real crook, and I probably deserve to go to jail.

What I am trying to say is that,

I lie, steal, cheat, fornicate.

But, what I am not is a murderer

I'm sorry, but you have no business here anymore.

- Leave us.

- Never! I'm not going anywhere.

- Get out!

- I forgot to take my phone with me

- What's wrong with you? Get lost!

- Okay.

- I'm sorry but,

I don't have time to explain everything right now.

You have a flight to catch.

Remember that you need to be at the airport,

three hours before the scheduled take off.

I know you Paris.

I know your thoughts.

But no one else needs to die today.

- You know me?

- Uh-huh.

I know, in your heart you want revenge.

But believe when I say it would be wiser to just walk away.

- She's right.

One word that brings peace,

is better than a thousand hollow words.

- Samantha,

Tell me why, I want to know why? I need to know why?

- There's so much that I don't understand myself.

The world is a real mystery.

All I am certain of right now is that,

I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation.

I made a deal with some people I don't even know.

Now my life is hanging by a thread.

Some guys came to the bar the other day.

They knew what happened that night.

Hakeem, the drug, his death...

the money; well, everything.

They offered me a deal.

To go to the police and explain my side of the story.

Or walk away with the money. All.

And invest it in my nightclub business idea.

In exchange for equity.

(laughing)

Would you believe it,

They adored my club business idea.

To put it briefly,

I agreed to play their investment game.

But I needed your share to increase my chances of success

You see Paris,

It's a game, Just a fucking game.

- And killing my family was your strategy?

- No! No, believe me! I'm really sorry.

That was not part of the plan.

This imbecile was supposed to just take the money.

Guess, the situation escalated.

- Um, okay.

So, this asshole told you shit got out of hand? Right?

Did he tell you that he raped Fifi before killing her?

She was just ten. Ten years old Samantha.

- Shut up "bounty"!

- Don't ever call me a "bounty"!

- No.

You did not.

- She's lying.

She didn't even tell you she was going abroad.

Who do you think you are? Really?

I swear Samantha, I would never do such a thing!

- How would you do such a thing? How can you be so cruel?

Why?

Retard!

- Looks what you did. She's gone!

(Samantha sucking teeth)

Why are you standing here? Go get her!

Oh gosh! You are actually the king of the retards.

It's this way!

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Come on

♪ This whole thing is stinkin'

♪ Pulled out, what was I thinking ♪

♪ Then so what with my plans

(car horn honking)

♪ Tried it on, won't stop thinking ♪

♪ I spoke in, I'm bumpin'

♪ Can't swallow 'cause my throat's got a lump in ♪

♪ I still got that feeling

(gun firing)

♪ When your glass hit the ceiling ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ I'm innocent so set me free

♪ Na na na na na na na na na

♪ I hope you got a good insurance policy ♪

Time to say Goodbye.

You know, I'm going to miss you.

Will you miss me too?

Yes?

No?

Well, a little bit then?

Hmm?

(Paris spitting)

You weren't supposed to stick your tongue out you know.

Wasn't it your dream to cross the Mediterranean by boat?

Well, dare say that I have never done anything for you.

- Samantha, please don't do this.

You have the money, keep it.

Just give me back my passport.

I won't say a word, I promise.

I will disappear forever.

- Too late.

- C'mon, Samantha, it's me, Paris. Your best friend.

When we were children.

We played in the rain, in the mud

You do remember, don't you?

- Of course I do.

I also remember that this is the first time,

after after all these many years of friendship,

that you lose and I win!

Bye-bye!

(engine revving)

Can he be trusted?

- You don't give me a little kiss?

- No one was supposed to die.

- I know.

After all, one can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

- Really?

Ahhh! Samantha what are you doing?

Please stop you are hurting me!

Ahhh!

I am sorry.

I'm warning you! You try something like this again.

- You're so beautiful when you get upset.

- Shut up! You're such an idiot.

- I already see you behind your turntables.

You'll turn it into the hottest jazz club in the region.

(upbeat music)

I always had faith in you, Samantha.

As the quote says;

Everything comes in time to her who knows how to wait.

♪ Hey, girl, child

♪ Hey, girl

(upbeat dance music)

♪ Come on

♪ One more time, oooh oooh

♪ We all party

♪ Come on

♪ One more time, oooh oooh

♪ We all party

♪ Come on, oh

♪ Come on, oh

♪ We all party

♪ One more time

♪ Oh yeah

♪ Oh yeah

(vocalizing)

♪ Oh

♪ We all party

(crutch thudding)

(grunting)

Miss?

Miss, Miss you alright?

Miss?

Answer me.

Hello?

You alright?

(grunting)

- Hi.

Did you sleep well ?

Go ahead. Free yourself.

(muffled groaning)

Shame.

(muffled grunting)

(muffled groaning)

(muffled groaning)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(laughing)

Guess how much I made?

600,000 CFA Francs. Who would have believed it my love?

- I will kill your lover if you don't get my passport back.

- Go ahead. Kill him.

- Don't taunt me, Penné.

- I will not dare. We both know he deserves to die.

And don't worry, I won't weep.

- The money for my passport.

- OK, deal.

The playground, in one hour.

(suspenseful music)

- Come big boy. Come to mama.

(screaming) (gun firing)

(body thudding)

(door creaking)

(baby crying)

(TV shattering)

(Paris sobbing)

(upbeat rock music)

- Don't be afraid

Come. Let's play a game.

Do you like chocolate?

♪ The dust begins to settle on the wasteland left behind ♪

♪ The low and dying embers are the ashes of your mind ♪

(Paris retching)

♪ The flames are all that can be seen ♪

♪ And just a burned out shell

♪ The skies will still pursue you ♪

♪ Throughout this living hell

♪ Far out in the distance you see a shining light ♪

♪ A tough suit of armor

♪ That will help you win the fight ♪

♪ The journey won't be easy

- Forgive me father. For I have sinned.

I've never thought of killing anyone but,

My anger was out of control and I wanted dead.

It's as if I killed him with my own hands.

- Hey, Samantha.

What's your master plan?

- You will know soon enough, so don't worry!

- But, what's wrong? Crazy woman.

- You calling me crazy? Ugly bastard!

- Let him go!

- Stop right there!

What are you doing?

Pick it up!

I warn you, this is a steel ball.

Trust me, he doesn't stand a chance, given the distance.

- Where are my travel documents?

- Patience dear.

Come on, be nice and swing the bag.

- Don't do it!

- You shut up! Cripple!

- Hey. Stop calling him names!

- Okay, no worries.

Now, swing the fucking bag!

- Where are my travel documents, Samantha?

- Ouch ouch ouch!

It seems that I am no longer to be trusted.

- I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.

- I will survive.

Thanks. Now go ahead.

Slowly

- No, Paris!

(gun clicking)

- How does this thing work?

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, bang.

Well, I have to admit, I really got you this time.

- I hope you rot in hell.

- Is that all you have to say?

I thought you were more clever than that.

(Obama whimpering)

(Samantha imitating whimpering)

(gun firing)

- Go ahead, shoot her!

- No.

Don't listen to him.

(grunting)

- Shoot her.

- Oh my God, Samantha, what have you done?

- I can assure you it's not a serious injury.

He's faking it.

- Turn around!

- Uh-uh.

- I said, turn around!

Faster!

(Obama breathing heavily)

(Samantha sobbing)

- It wasn't supposed to happen like this, Paris.

The plan was simple;

Otam gets the money and leaves.

Nobody was supposed to die.

I beg you Paris.

It's me, Samantha.

Your best friend.

- Move!

(dramatic guitar music)

(Samantha sobbing)

- Do you remember, when we were children?

How we loved to play in the rain, in the mud.

I beg you, Paris.

Don't kill me.

I am pregnant.

I beg you please.

(Samantha sobbing)

You know what?

Screw you!

(gun firing)

(Paris breathing heavily)

- Oh my God, what have I done?

- She deserved it.

(Paris sobbing)

You... Are you crying for me?

- Don't be silly.

- Here.

With a little bit of luck, you,

you can still catch your bus.

- I'm so sorry.

- Don't be.

It's my fault.

It's all because of me.

(coughing)

It's my fault if...

If your mother is dead.

It's my fault...

Fifi's dead.

Three days ago,

some people came into the house.

They wanted to know whether you...

Whether you were still planning on leaving the country.

- What did they promise you?

- A scholarship,

a scholarship at the Catholic University.

I am...so... So sorry.

I'm sorry...

(Paris sobbing)

- No!

Why?

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Run away, so leave this place ♪

♪ Leave the town where I was raised ♪

♪ Safe and well to those who stay ♪

♪ Live to fight another day

♪ But I'm not looking back

♪ It's too late

♪ I'm not looking back

♪ As we strive to make amends

♪ Raise a glass to absent friends ♪

♪ Won't be young, should ever end ♪

♪ Dying then we'll start again

♪ But I'm not looking back

♪ It's too late

♪ I'm not looking back

♪ So dry your tears, my love

♪ 'Cause time moves forward

♪ And something tells me that

♪ It's not over yet

♪ So hide your fists, my love

♪ My one and only love

♪ Something tells me that it's not over yet ♪

♪ Now it's back to making friends ♪

♪ Viewing pictures through a lens ♪

♪ There's no need to play pretend ♪

♪ The drying trend will start again ♪

♪ But I'm not looking back

♪ It's too late

♪ I'm not looking back again

♪ So dry your tears, my love

♪ 'Cause time moves forward

♪ And something tells me that

♪ It's not over yet

♪ So hide your fists, my love

♪ My one