Did I hear home?
- Or was I wrong, then? - No, you're right. I'm Matoban.
And a fair Matoban, in fact.
[Tobin] King, you stay with that bus.
Do you know who I am?
Yes.
You're a killer. You ordered the murder of Ajene Xola.
You got a red light in that car? Why don't you use it?
- Who told you this nonsense? - Where's my brother?
Your brother? I don't even know who you are.
You are on the wrong bus, so to speak, to be so reckless.
Your people arranged a meeting through Philippe Broullet.
- You know him. - I don't... and I didn't.
But the fact is, somebody wants you to believe that I killed Ajene Xola.
- I don't believe you. - [Kuman-Kuman] But you should believe me.
- Why? - Because I would form a coalition with Xola.
Neither of us have made enough progress alone.
He has the working people. I have the finances.
If he is dead, it is a loss for all of us. Me especially.
[Doug] We're getting off.
I got the back room.
Jesus.
Clear the other room.
OK.
- Closet. - Yeah. I got the bed.
[Dot] Ho! Keller?
- We got a dead body in the closet. - Jamal?
Yeah. I'll call it in. God, how can you see in here?
Wait. Wait.
Why the lanterns?
Well, that's just rude.
- What do you do so far away from home? - I work. And I hope.
- Same as me, then. - I doubt it.
You work for...?
I'm an interpreter at the UN.
So like the UN. Layers of languages signifying nothing.
- You'd prefer more war? - I prefer more business.
Guys, get with me here. We got a situation.
No, boss, we got a situation. We just got on the 133. With Mohammad.
And Silvia Broome. And Kuman-Kuman.
- What? - You're on the same bus?
With our subjects.
Get off the bus, and get Silvia Broome off that bus now.
We can't do that. We're moving.
Doug, is the room-mate carrying anything?
- Doug, is he carrying anything? - A satchel.
- All right... where is it? - It's in his lap. He's been carrying it all day.
- Oh, man. - Can either of you get to him?
Not without gettin' made.
Despite all the flags on First Avenue, there are no nations any more.
Only companies. International companies. It's where we are. It's what we are.
I think you're wrong.
You are still young. I'm an acquired taste.
What's your brother's name?
Simon. Simon Broome.
- OK, we're stopping. - You got guts, coming out here.
I'll see what my people can find out about him.
But remember, I'm not your brother's keeper, eh?
Yeah. Thank you.
Come on, guys, talk to me. What's going on?
We're stopped. She's getting off.
- What's going on? - And so is my subject.
Keep talking to me. What's going on? Is he carrying the satchel?
OK, he's got the satchel. But I think he made me.
That's OK, I got him.
- Kuman? - He's staying put.
Miss Broome! Please get in the car.
Move it!
- I got Gamba. - I'll stay with Kuman.
No. Just get off that bus. Get everybody off that bus right now!
- Doug! - Mohammad?
- Hey! Guy forgot his lunch. - Oh, man.
I'm standing here on Nostrand Avenue in Crown Heights,
at a scene that can only be described as unconscionable carnage.
...frantically helping victims of an apparent terrorist attack.
These events are more familiar in the cities of the Middle East.
There is no word yet. However, there are unconfirmed reports
that Kuman-Kuman, the exiled Matoban revolutionary, may have been on board.
- You all right? - I'm OK.
Doug?
This is Ron Ferguson, reporting live on Nostrand Avenue in Brooklyn,
where just after 10.30 am this morning...
We're OK, boss.
[Reporter]... the violence has now found its way into the heart of New York City...
- The death toll is 17, with scores injured... - The obvious speculation about al-Qaeda...
... widely seen as the probable successor to Edmond Zuwanie...
Tunnels and bridges will close for at least 12 hours...
... alleged terrorist attack by Ajene Xola...
... Zuwanie is still planning to address the General Assembly of the UN.
What were you doing on that bus?
Thank you for bringing me home.
Hey!
I lost a man today. A kid.
- How do you know Kuman? - I never met him before.
You think that not getting caught in a lie is the same as the truth!
- I'm not lying. I went to him for help. - With what?
I can't tell you. Someone might get hurt.
"Someone might get hurt. " There's a bus full of dead people!
"Someone might get hurt"? Who? Someone you know?
Someone who's mixed up in all this? You? Why did you leave Africa?
- I told you. - No, you didn't. Why did you come here?
- Stop it. - Goddammit!
- Stop shouting at me! - Stop lying!
- I'm not lying! - Stop lying!
I was just on that bus! I can't think with all this noise. I can't! You have to stop!
That isn't me.
Don't be ridiculous.
- It isn't me. - No, that is you.
And I know, because I drive you home,
and I look at you through the binoculars, and everything else that I shouldn't do.
It was once.
It's not any more.
After the rallies, after my parents and sister were killed,
then the rifles came out.
It was the only way to get anyone to listen. Just to listen.
I killed a boy who had nothing to live for beyond the money he'd get for killing me.
I shot him in the head so he wouldn't shoot me.
Then I handed the rifle to my brother and told him, "I'm through. "
I walked away with him shouting at me, "You're a coward. "
"Our parents are dead, Zuwanie's alive. "
My brother, who in another life wouldn't harm a...
That was the last thing he ever said to me.
The only contact I have is the notebooks I send and imagine him receiving.
I know he's alive. I know it.
But I'm not to him.
I lied to you because I was afraid.
I was afraid he might be involved in what I heard.
I lied to everyone else so they'd let me near the UN,
and that's the only place that I believe has a chance to change any of this.
And I lied to you about Ajene Xola because...
I loved him. Once.
Until the color of my skin became a problem.
The politics of my skin.
I walked away from Africa with nothing. No brother, no family, no lover, nothing.
Just a belief that words and compassion are the better way.
Even if it's slower than a gun.
Where are you going?
You've got blood all over your face.
You can't say stuff like that with blood on your face.
- [Protesters shouting] - [Man speaking Ku]
This is precisely why Dr. Zuwanie must be allowed to speak.
[Translation] This monstrous act of terrorism was aimed at you...
...and at the heart of the United Nations.
- I can't listen to this. - Do not allow them to intimidate you...
...or Dr. Zuwanie.
[Policeman] I'm not at liberty to tell you.
- Where we going? - Bathroom.
Keller.
Get this processed and back to me right away.
Did he leave a note?
Did you read it?
Of course you did.
Would you read it to me, please?
"Dear Silvia, I came to tell you something and then didn't. "
"I wanted to, but when I saw you I couldn't find the words. "
"I told you I didn't know where Simon is. That was a lie. "
"He was there that day. A young boy shot him. "
"I couldn't tell you. I'm a coward. Simon was braver than me. "
"You're braver than me. I'm so sorry. "
I'm so sorry.
The second time was me.
I feel like my friends must feel when they try to say something.
- It's all right. - That's what I say to them.
He left this with the note.
The only thing that I wanted...
...besides having her back...
was to be left alone.
[Child's voice] # My bonnie lies over the ocean #
[young Simon's voice] Don't cry.
- Don't cry. - I'm not crying.
- You don't have to cry. - I'm not.
Because I'm here, and I won't leave. I promise.
Look at me. I'll take care of you.
[Silvia's voice] We'll take care of each other.
I'll take care of you.
[Young Simon] Promise me.
[Silvia] I promise.
I promise.
[Thunder]
[Shower running]
Xola's dead. Kuman's dead.
Who do you work for?
- Don't touch. - Those things'll kill you.
[Thunder continues]
Russell!
[Shower still running]
[Neighbor] Hey!
[neighbors] - What the hell's going on? - Close the door!
Silvia!
- Silvia! - [Footfall]
[Shower still running]
Silvia!
Keller!
She's not here. Check the roof.
[Siren]
[Dot] Jay?
- Dot, what have you got? - There was something on her credit card.
His name is Jean Gamba. He's our bomber.
- And our assassin? - That would be good for us.
But I doubt it.
He tried to kill her.
- What happened? - I shot him.
That's a pity. He might have told us something.
- And Miss Broome? - Gone.
- He killed her? - She was gone before he got there.
- Mind if I take a look upstairs? - Hold on. Dino?
- Yeah. - Take Mr. Lud to the apartment. And Brian?
- Get NYPD to push their tapeline... - Keller? Go home and get some sleep.
- I'm gonna wait for her. - Like hell you are.
I need you awake tomorrow morning. Woods? Get him home.
- Drive around the block. - You heard Jay. I gotta take you home.
What if there were two guys? Three? We just set the trap and run? Is that it?
They're not our family and they're not our friends.
You told me that.
You lose somebody, you lose somebody. I don't want to lose two somebodys.
One circle, then I'm taking you home.
[Beeping]
[Silvia] Hello? Are you there?
I'm fine. I'm all right, but I...
I can't talk to you.
You were right. My brother... my brother was right.
It takes too long, Tobin. I'm going home.
[Phone ringing]
Keller.
Keller, Lewis. Those numbers scribbled on Jamal's kitchen wall.
Ray's Pizza, some sex lines, a hardware store and a global cell phone.
Chase down the global cell.
- Keller, it's Mo. - Go ahead, Mo.
She booked a flight online.
Check all flights to South Africa out of JFK, LaGuardia and Newark.
And then what? If I find her.
Get her on the phone with me.
He's here.
That's him?
Second car.
Keller? Lewis. The global cell belongs to Jean Gamba.
- Got the times of the calls? - Yeah.
Day before yesterday, 3.30 pm. Anything there?
- Day before yesterday, 3.30? - 3.30, yeah.
Call it. No, have Lewis call.
- I'm Lewis. - Clark, I mean.
- No, King. And he's dialing. - Extension 647.
The bus. Right after. I want to know who he called.
It's King. It's the Matoban mission. An extension.
- Lud? - No, someone named Marcus Matu.
Head over. I need a face for that name.
[Mo] She's booked 9 am, JFK.
- I'm on the LIE. Almost there. - Call me from the gate.
Not as much sky as I remember, but more skyscrapers.
23 years, Dr. Zuwanie. Things change.
They diminish.
Desire diminishes.
- Where is the Second Avenue? - Just after we get off the bridge.
They decorated the bridge.
When I came here before, they lined the bridge with flowers, welcoming me.
- That flight departs from gate one. - Thank you.
- No sign of her. Hasn't checked in yet. - Let me know when it's boarding.
Can we hold 'em in the safe room to buy time?
You can try, but it's up to him.
There was a parade. Right here on this Second Avenue.
There was a snowstorm of confetti.
[Indistinct shouting and chanting]
[Protester] Murderer!
This is Second Avenue, sir.
- Are you at the mission? - Yeah, but he isn't.
- Nobody knows where he is. - They know, they just won't tell us.
- You get a photo ID? - Yeah.
Go back inside and fax that to UN security now.
Get his address and get over there.
I've got eight minutes.
[Dot] Keep it tight.
Agent Keller!
He's here. I just saw him. Broadcast that description.
49th... 42nd.
Good. Next.
Move on.
There it is.
- OK. - All right, go.
- Levels, please. - Un, deux, trois...
Ladies and gentlemen, British Airways flight 178 to Johannesburg is ready to close.
Please make your way to gate one immediately. Thank you.
- Thank you. Levels, please. - [Counting in Russian]
The Assembly will first hear an address by the President of the Republic of Matobo.
On behalf of the General Assembly,
I have the honor to welcome to the United Nations
His Excellency Dr. Edmond Zuwanie, President of the Republic of Matobo,
and to invite him to address the Assembly.
[Smattering of applause]
Mr. President, Mr. Secretary-General.
Today my beloved country is under siege.
As you saw the other afternoon across the river in Brooklyn,
the terrorists in my country will stop at nothing.
How am I to defend my country against enemies like these?
- I admit I have dealt harshly with terrorists... - Tobin, it's King.
...as we all will have to. - I don't think Matu's here.
Remember the profile of suicide bombers and how there isn't one?
... who know the evil and violence of real terrorism...
Your mother and sister will get their cheque on Monday.
- This isn't his apartment. - You did well.
No one here will live long. It's an AIDS hospice.
...with a reciprocal and immediate violence... - My opinion? It's a con.
I have been forced to do this.
It is the hope and specific goal of my administration
- to reform these brutal methods... - Get him off the podium.
- To participate in the formation... - We've got to go.
But I want to speak!
[Click]
[Screaming]
Come on, sir, run!
[Alarm blares]
He's OK.
- Cover here. I'll take the hall. - Where's Keller?
Freeze!
Incredible. Thank God I looked up.
- He's from our mission. - I know. Holster your weapon.
Dr. Zuwanie.
I remember the last time you were here.
- [security] Use the 42nd Street exit. - We almost had an assassination here.
[Security] Please move...
We watched you on the telly back home.
My family. All the families. You were like the Beatles.
Two or three more seconds, he would have assassinated him.
An almost-assassinated leader gets so much credibility
so he can stay in power and gets to stick around to enjoy it.
We were so proud of you.
There you were, speaking to the world.
I don't think you should touch...
Because I'm not wearing a glove?
What is your name, child?
I'm the Silvia whose family you killed.
- What's in your hand? - It's... Just a precaution.
What's in your hand? He must've been very surprised.
He thought it was a live round.
- Where is everyone? - But you knew better.
[Click]
Give me the live round.
I grew up seeing you with this gun. It's the gun you saved our country with.
- Drop the gun! - Put it down!
Keller, US Secret Service.
It's the same one you used to kill it.
- He's got a Glock on his hip. - Code 100 in the sound room.
Look at it.
Look at it!
- Careful. The bleeder had AIDS. - There's no way you can prove this.
You'll cop a plea. You're just an employee, right?
- He's in custody. They're bringing him down. - SWAT team's at 42nd Street.
- Are you all right? - Yeah. Where's Zuwanie?
- The safe room. What happened? - It was a fake.
A piece of theatre to justify the killing. Ethnic cleansing, genocide.
You there? That's the flight. She's not on it.
I checked every hotel in New York, her friends.
They don't know where she'd go. No one knows her.
- I know her. - OK, where is she?
- She said she was going home. - [Silvia] I'm going home...
What home?
- How'd you happen to be there after hours? - [Silvia] An evacuation. I left some things.
It takes too long... I wouldn't mind if he were gone.
She's here. She's been in that room all night.
How could someone so good, so...
How could you give us so much,
so much...
then take away more?
- He in there? - Yeah.
Keep everybody out.
Silvia?
It's me.
I'm coming in alone. I'm coming in.
Five minutes.
Close it.
- Close it! - Silvia, don't do this.
It was all just theatre, an almost-assassination meant to justify his acts.
- We've got all we need to prosecute. - I have him.
- He'll die in prison. - I want him to die how Simon died.
That'll be over in two seconds, and you'll have all your years.
Sir, it's a lot worse than you think. Your so-called assassin is dead.
Your head of security is making a deal.
We have Lud and the rifle. You'll be tried before two courts.
- He's been tried! - Sir, you're finished.
- It doesn't matter! - Silvia. Listen to me.
I told you I'd let him drown.
The man who drove my wife into a bridge abutment.
- But I wouldn't. - Then you'd be wrong.
No, I wouldn't be wrong. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in mourning.
[Cocks gun]
You have to get out of here.
I can't do that. So put the gun down.
- I can't. - Yes, you can. Put it down.
I can't! I can't... I can't.
Just go.
This is how it's done.
This is how you put a gun down.
Please.
You shoot him, he'll be dead...
...but then you'll be dead...
...and I don't know what I'll be.
Put it down.
Read it!
Read it.
- Where? - The beginning. Read it.
- "The gunfire around us... " - Louder. Like when you wrote it.
When you believed it.
When you meant it.
"The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear. "
"But the human voice is different from other sounds. "
- "It can be heard... - "It can be heard over...
over noises that bury everything else. "Even...
- "Even... - "Even when it's not shouting. "
"Shouting. " "Even when it...
"Even if it's just a whisper. "
"Even the lowest whisper can be heard over armies...
[Silvia] "When...
- "When... ... "when it's telling the truth. "
That little boy was my country.
[Silvia] Hove Vambi...
... killed by land-mines.
Alexander Mungoshi...
Charles Kufomo...
Ruth Kufomo...
... shot to death defending their home.
Robert Chenjari...
Benita Matkudzi...
... burned to death during a protest rally.
Edgar Sakuro...
Masumi Bamcha...
John Enkumo...
Yvon Enkumo...
- [GA President] Let the record show... - Steven Gawanda...
... that the Security Council... - Solo Gawanda...
... has unanimously commanded... - Steven Shamere...
... that President Zuwanie of Matobo... - Stambuli Watiku... Esther Tikembu...
... be tried at the International Criminal Court in The Hague
for crimes against humanity.
[Silvia's voice] Simon Broome...
shot to death in a soccer stadium.
How did you make out?
They said you told them I wasn't a danger.
- I lied. - Thank you.
They didn't believe you.
They're sending me back. I wanted to say goodbye.
It's OK. I'm going home.
We never...
I never had time to tell you how much I miss Africa.
We never had time for a lot of things.
You don't have anyone left there, do you?
No, it's where I remember them.
Ever been to Africa?
Lot of airports, no lions.
- When are you leaving? - Tomorrow.
Wow.
Hey, look at this. We're not kepéla any more.
We're on the same side.
You never know who you're going to meet, do you?
No.
Will you let me know how you are?
You'll always know.
What was her name?
Laurie.
Keller.
Killed in an auto accident in Santa Fe...
...23 days ago.
[Speaking Ku]
Rest in peace?
Close enough.
[African language singing and chanting]
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