[Justin] You say you're all into saving lives around the world...
but you let your poor plants die.
I say put people first. [Laughing]
[Justin] Why don't you water them? You're being cruel.
I feel safe with you.
[Justin] I can imagine when you were six.
You leading the revolution.
Ham? Hi. It's Justin. Listen.
Do you still represent that dodgy client in Amsterdam?
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry. I only just got it. Directions for use.
No air travel, no credit cards.
Never say your name on the phone, or the computers will kick in.
Dodgy client adds, "Welcome to my world."
- Well, I don't want his world. - No choice, old chum.
Actually, I'm getting a bit paranoid myself.
Look, suppose I posited that all this was just coincidence-
Tess killed by bandits, pure and simple...
and that you're being as paranoid as she was.
Ham.
Thanks for trying, Ham.
I have to finish what she started.
Well, look, look. I've got the address of Aunt Claudia, the old bat in Rome.
If you need to contact me, you'd better do it through her.
She adored Tess.
I failed her, Ham.
I lost my faith in her.
No, she forgives you.
She loved you rotten too, you know.
- You think? - Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
[Indistinct Screaming]
[Train Whistle Blowing]
[Sandy] It seems our erstwhile colleague has disappeared.
Four days ago he lunched in London with Pellegrin...
who describes him as overwrought, after which he visited his wife's lawyer...
before going off our radar.
The poor man seems to have convinced himself...
there was a conspiracy against Tessa in which we are all complicit.
If he has left the U.K., he did so without a passport.
Therefore, any contact from Justin must be reported to me immediately.
In his own best interest.
No point asking if you've heard from him, I suppose?
No, no, Tim, none at all.
Birgit, why are ThreeBees spending $ 70 million testing Dypraxa for KDH?
I mean, is the African market worth that much?
Tessa, you have to understand the scale of this.
There is a T.B. Epidemic coming. It will affect the entire world.
Or, put into the language that stock exchanges all over the world understand...
if the T.B. Market performs as forecast...
billions and billions of dollars are waiting to be earned.
And the boy to earn them is Dypraxa.
Lf, of course, the preliminary trials in Africa...
have not thrown up any disturbing side effects.
[Speaking German]
[Man Speaking German]
- [Speaking German] - Ich suche Birgit.
[German]
Ich bin Justin Quayle...
Tessa Quayle's Ehemann.
- [German] - Michael Adams.
Okay, Herr Adams.
She collects Karl at 3.00 from the kindergarten at Bahnhofstrasse.
[Children Singing]
[Chattering In German]
[Woman Speaking German]
[Children Chattering In German]
Karl, here.
[Bells Chiming]
[German]
Birgit.
You sent this to my wife.
Justin.
- I need to talk to you. - Our computers were stolen last night.
- Yes, I know. - They have never gone this far before.
I can't be seen with you. Sorry. I've Karl to think of.
Is there some safe place we could talk?
- Nowhere. Nowhere safe. - Nowhere?
Please. Just... a few questions.
- Okay, let's talk here. With these people. - All right.
Okay. My bike's across the street. Ask your questions before we get to it.
- Is it a scam? - Scam?
- Dypraxa. Does it cure T.B.? - Yes, it cures.
But it can also kill, you know, because they haven't got the formula right.
Right. So why don't they work on that?
[Chattering In German]
[Birgit] It's cheaper to fix the trials.
Exclude the patients that have side effects, you know.
To go back to the lab would cost them time- two years-
millions of dollars, and other companies would have time to produce their own cures.
Okay, next question.
You said to Tessa in your emails that the Kenyan government had approved the trials.
- Somebody bribed them. - Who?
ThreeBees, Lorbeer. We don't know.
But $50,000 in the right hands, and you can test battery acid as skin lotion.
My bike's there.
Stop! Stop!
- Stop! - [Shouting In German]
[Shouting In German]
[German]
- [Horn Blowing] - [Karl Laughs]
[Chattering In German]
[Justin] Who is Lorbeer?
Birgit, is it a company?
A white coat. He invented Dypraxa.
When patients started to die, Lorbeerjumped clear.
[Justin] Is that why Tessa went to Lokichogio? Is that where Lorbeer is?
- Disappeared. - Murdered?
Disappeared. We've gotta go. I'm sorry.
Where can I find him?
[Speaking German]
Birgit? Where?
Go back to Africa. Lorbeer's still there.
[Speaking German]
[TV: Singing In German]
[Continues]
[Grunts]
[Grunting Continues]
[Groaning]
[Continues]
[Man Speaking German]
[Groaning]
[Gasps, Coughs]
[Justin] Tessa, why didn't you tell me?
I could have helped you.
[Sighs]
[Sandy] It is my sad duty to inform you that Dr Bluhm has been found.
I'll spare you the details.
Suffice to say, the poor fellow...
seems to have been tortured to death on the same day Tessa was killed.
Which would seem to exonerate him.
[Ghita] Seem? So what's the new theory?
That he tortured himself to death?
That'd save you looking for anyone else, wouldn't it?
Moving on.
[Man] What is the purpose of your visit?
I'm seeing a friend.
- Welcome to Kenya, Mr Black. - Thank you.
Has anyone seen ThreeBees' share price lately?
Does that mean he won't be able to contribute to tombola?
Hardly Kenny's fault if someone put the word out on him.
Wish I'd know that's all it took. I'd have done it sooner.
- [All Laughing] - I expect he'll land on his feet. Give him a life peerage.
[Imitating Queen Elizabeth] Henceforth you shall be known as Lord fucking Curtiss of fucking Kenya.
- [All Laughing] - [Chattering]
Whoever you are, I don't take kindly to being blackmailed.
Christ. How did you get here?
Safari tour. Via Paris.
Hunting me now, Justin?
You're the one on the run.
I loved her. I'm not ashamed of it.
Nor should you be... if it were true.
It's not for you to tell me how I felt.
If you've read that, you'll see that I let her read something she shouldn't.
Yeah. A letter from Pellegrin.
She trusted you.
What do you want for that?
I want to know why Pellegrin suppressed Tessa's report.
- It was him, wasn't it? - Don't try and play detective.
ThreeBees, KDH, Dypraxa. What's the story on that axis of evil?
KDH is Swiss-Canadian. So why are we involved?
Curtiss is one of us. He's British.
Christ, Justin, stop bleeding for bloody Africa and show some loyalty.
That plant KDH built in Wales could have gone to France.
Fifteen hundred jobs in a depressed region.
We owed them.
They needed help with the Dypraxa trials.
KDH needed an investment partner here.
Curtiss and ThreeBees served us both.
And Tessa wanted what?
[Sighs] Pressure on Kenny...
to stop the tests, redesign the bloody drug.
Three years' delay, millions of dollars.
Or?
We're not paid to be bleeding hearts.
You know that, Justin.
We're not killing people who wouldn't be dead otherwise.
Look at the death rate. Not that anybody's counting.
But you were a bleeding heart, Sandy.
Tessa was your salvation, wasn't she, from all this?
You loved her. Remember?
Pellegrin said the report was too damaging...
and she had to be stopped.
Oh, yes. She was stopped.
I betrayed her.
We all did.
You did it by... growing flowers.
How did you betray her, Sandy?
They wanted to know what she was up to.
I'm the one who told them she was going to Loki.
- Who did you tell? - Pellegrin.
But God knows who he told.
[Crumpling Paper]
Ghita, get in the car. Get in the car!
- Go! - [Engine Starts, Revs]
Get in.
Listen, fuckhead, if I wanted you dead...
I would've brought Crick with me.
I wanna show you something.
Show me from there.
Don't mess me about. I'm doing you a favour.
[Justin] How did you know where I'd be?
[Kenneth] I've still got a friend or two, you know?
We're marked men, Quayle. They've called in my fucking bank loans.
I'm finished. They want you silenced.
And they want another country's flag flying over my pharma division.
So, you've been asking about Wanza Kilulu.
She's under there, covered in quicklime.
Her and 62 others who never officially existed.
Dypraxa?
Yeah.
- Is that where I'm going? - Not on my agenda.
Then why are you showing me this?
Let's just say if I'm going to the wall, I want a trophy.
That's what you lot do, isn't it? Heads on walls.
I think I'll have Pellegrin's fucking head on mine.
So, now you know where it is. I'm not taking any fucking questions.
- [Engine Starts] - What about Lorbeer?
[Kenneth] That Bible-thumping bullshitter, he's doing his penance in the Sudan.
Jesus the healer. [Chuckles]
You don't know where I'm going? You get one guess.
I'm gonna surprise you, Tess.
- I love this man. - Hello.
[Both Laughing]
I wish you had shared just a few things.
[Laughs]
- I love you. - I love you too.
[Horn Honking]
[Shouting In Native Language]
[Horn Honking]
[Laughing] Who did you think it was?
Fuck you, Donohue. This is bandit country.
[Laughing]
Did you tell Curtiss where I'd be?
Ghita's car?
Well, Ghita's my only friend here, Tim.
- I wouldn't want her to get into trouble. - She won't.
[Flicking Lighter]
You do have another friend, believe it or not.
You won't find what you're looking for in Loki.
Let's be honest with each other, shall we?
That's a- a late career change for you, Tim.
There's something else we have in common, you and I.
We'll both be dead by Christmas.
There's a contract out on you.
Same people who did for Tessa, I shouldn't wonder.
Mine's cancer.
My pain is controllable.
I knew that you were ill. I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
Yeah. Sandy tell you?
He fingered Tessa.
He said he'd made a phone call.
He didn't know they'd kill her. Silly sod was besotted with her.
But that's the way it works with corporate murder.
Boss gets wind of something, calls in his head of security...
who talks to someone, who talks to a friend of someone.
Finishes up with an answering machine in a rented office...
a couple of sensitive gentlemen in a blue pickup truck.
They will never know who ordered the hit.
I can get you out of Kenya.
It's one of the few things we still do well.
Drop it now, and it's over.
I'll make sure word gets to the right people.
Go home... and live.
But I don't have a home, Tim.
Tessa was my home.
Know about Bluhm?
What about Bluhm?
Let me tell you what you're facing.
They dragged him into the desert, cut out his tongue...
chopped off his manly apparatus and stuffed them where his tongue had been.
Then they crucified the poor bugger.
Pathologist's opinion is he was still alive when they nailed him up.
Of course, you might be lucky.
It might be in their interest to make yours look like suicide.
Which it is.
Balance of mind disturbed. No fuss, no enquiry.
- Nothing. - Right.
Well, thank you for the warning.
You've been very kind.
I was afraid you'd say that.
In case you meet any bandits.
[Boys Shouting]
- I, uh- I wondered if you could help me. - Yes, sir?
Thank you for agreeing to take me, Mr-
Please. I can't hear you. Please put these on.
I said thank you for taking me, Mr Andika.
Jonah. No formalities up here.
[Jonah] Do you know about Southern Sudan, Mr Black?
The place we're going to is a food camp...
but on the way we must drop to some villages.
We'rejust about to do a live run. Take a look.
[Jonah] His name is Brandt, this man you want to see.
He works at the clinic up there.
He's a good man, but he pushes God with the pills.
[Laughs] Don't get him started.
[Chattering In Native Language]
Better strap yourself in. We're landing on the surface of the moon.
[Chattering In Native Language]
[Chanting In Native Language]
[Chanting Continues]
Hi. Uh, Robert Black, freelance journalist.
I'm looking for Dr Brandt.
- Dr Brandt? Yeah, he's just here. He's travelling over from the village. - Thank you.
[Chattering Continues]
- Dr Brandt? - I'll see you over by the tent.
[Chattering Continues]
- My name is Robert Black. I'm a freelancejournalist. - Uh-huh.
- I'm told that you're the man to talk to. - I don't know about that, Mr Black.
- But I can tell you what's happening around here, yeah? - Good.
Meet my self-appointed assistant, Abuk.
- Abuk. - Hello. How are you?
- Hello. How are you? I'm very well. - [Laughing]
[Native Language] Follow me. Come this way.
These need to go all to the medical centre, quickly as possible.
[Chanting Continues]
[Brandt] I only give the food to the women, Mr Black.
The women make the homes. The men make the wars... and hooch.
Adam was God's first draft. He got it right with Eve.
You tell that to your readers, Mr Black.
It's a philosophy that I learned from my wife.
Cherish her, man. Cherish her. One of God's finest creations.
Now I'll show you what the devil's up to.
[Children Singing]
[Singing Continues]
[Native Language]
Our treatment centre. Pretty crude, isn't it?
Well, I've seen hospitals little better. In Nairobi.
So have I. Gharan, what surprises have they got in store for us this month?
Have you checked those things? Ja? Should be 40 boxes.
Free medicines, Mr Black.
Most of them well beyond their sell-by date.
The drug companies donate them. It's a tax break for them.
Disposable drugs for disposable patients.
Out here they have absolutely no shelf life.
Safest thing to do is incinerate them.
Big pharmaceuticals are right up there with the arms dealers.
This is how the world fucks Africa, Mr Black.
- Blood on their hands? - It's how they expiate their guilt.
Pharmaceuticals, the aid agencies, everybody.
This whole machine is driven by guilt.
Is it?
And now you will sample my goat stew. Come with me.
[Brandt] So tell me, Robert...
do you believe an individual can redeem himself by good acts?
Abuk.
[Clears Throat] I do, yes.
Maybe the redemption is in the struggle, huh?
God has your head. The devil has your balls.
So which particular devil had yours?
Oh, you don't want to know about that, Robert.
What's your paper really interested in?
In the big pharmaceutical companies.
African guinea pigs. Cheap trials for unsound drugs.
- Uninformed consent extorted with threats against children. - Who are you?
- Christ! - Pay-offs, cover-ups.
- You were in Nairobi. At the hospital. - Unmarked graves.
- I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. - Murder.
- You're the husband. - That's right, Dr Lorbeer.
Markus! Markus! [Shouting In Native Language]
[Chattering In Native Language]
[Chickens Clucking]
- Something's going on out there. - Why did my wife come here?
She- They had written this report.
Sixteen pages of inspired guesswork.
I was supposed to provide the missing clinical data.
- Testify on tape. - And did you?
This could be a raid.
[Shouting]
Tribesman. Nasty. They steal cattle, food, children.
- I think maybe we should leave. - Did you testify on tape?
She was a very persuasive woman, your wife, Mr Quayle.
And, no, I do not have the tape. They took the tape.
- But you kept a copy of the report, yes? - Yes, I did. You're welcome to it.
Level four alert! They're leaving in five minutes.
If you don't want to die, my friend, you'd better come with me to the airstrip.
Hurry.
- We can still make it. - What were Tessa and Bluhm doing at Lake Turkana?
Are you crazy? We've got to get out of here, man.
I mean, these people, they kill anybody. Sorry.
[Grunts] Have you lost your senses?
- [Girls Screaming] - There was something else! There was a letter!
Look, you're a lunatic. Do you know what you're doing?
- You're killing us both. - We'll take our chances with them.
[Gunshot]
[Shouting In Native Language]
[Shouting Continues]
[Speaking Native Language]
- [Screams] - [Shouting Continues]
- [Groans] - [Shouts In Native Language]
- [Shouts, Screams] - [Horse Neighs]
[Shouting Continues]
[Shouting, Screaming]
No!
[Shouting In Native Language]
[Shouting Continues]
[Horse Neighs]
- Get down! - [Gunshots]
- [Grunts] - [Shouting In Native Language]
[Panting]
Abuk!
Abuk! You okay? Come with us, quick. Run.
Run.
Wait. Wait!
Be careful! Abuk, be careful!
Here!
Hurry on up! Where have you guys been?
Sorry about that, Jonah.
- I'm sorry. I can't take the girl. - I'm not leaving her.
- We're only allowed to evacuate aid workers. - Well, to hell with what's allowed.
I'll- How much do you want for her?
- Look, there's $800. - Don't embarrass me.
You can't buy this. The rules are made for good reason, please.
This is a child's life! There are no rules to cover that!
Look, there are thousands of them out there.
I can't make an exception for this one child.
Yes, but this is one we can help! Here.
Abuk! Abuk! Abuk!
Listen, that's the way it is here.
Keep your money. Strap yourself in, and let's go.
[Man Chanting In Native Language]
What- What'll happen to her?
[Lorbeer] She might make it to a refugee camp... if she's lucky.
[Chanting Continues]
This is what you came for, I believe.
[Sighs]
Your wife would have made that tape public, Mr Quayle, with my voice on it.
That letter was my insurance policy.
But how did they know where to find her?
They were on their way to Marsabit, taking the whole rotten package to Grace Makanga.
Makanga would have put it in front of the U.N.
But someone knew exactly where Tessa and Arnold would be.
That was me.
I radioed Nairobi.
KDH security man name of Crick. God, Christ, man.
I didn't know they were gonna be murdered.
My oath to God.
Crick's going to know that you were up here.
Going to be very interested to know where you're headed.
What do I tell him?
He'll know.
He's been there before.
- [Justin] Mr Andika? - Yeah?
I'd like to apologize if I embarrassed you earlier.
It's all right.
Do you think that it would be possible to land the plane here?
Lake Turkana? It's possible, but you don't wanna go there.
It's- There's nothing there but crocodiles.
Let me take you back to Loki.
Well, l- I wouldn't be alone for long.
Please. I'd be, um- I'd be grateful.
I have one more favour to ask you, I'm sorry.
Do you think you could post that envelope for me? It's quite urgent.
Ah, Rome.
[Birds Squawking]
[Bernard] If we have lost in Justin and Tessa...
two valued friends...
the diplomatic community has lost a true gentleman-
courteous, self-effacing...
large of heart.
That he chose to take his own life in the same remote spot...
where Tessa met her tragic death...
is a sad reflection of his tormented state of mind...
but also typical of his discretion.
He would not have had us troubled.
He would not have had us inconvenienced.
Nothing in his life became him...
like the leaving it.
I have, uh, chosen a text I know Justin and Tessa would approve.
It's an epistle. Non-canonical.
"My Dear Sandy: Your naveté is beyond belief.
"Knowing our arrangements with KDH and ThreeBees...
"you send me this half-baked report...
"by some bleeding heart diplomatic wife and her black lover...
"and ask me to take action.
"The only action required, apart from shredding the thing...
"is to keep a tighter rein on your resident harlot.
"I want to know what she does, where she goes, whom she meets.
"The issue here is deniability.
"If nobody told us Dypraxa was causing deaths...
"we can't be held responsible.
"But, my dear Sandy, should it ever become known...
"that we've closed our eyes to the deaths...
"none of us would survive the scandal.
- [Chattering] - "I still have great hopes of you. My love to Gloria.
- [Chattering Continues] - Yours Sincerely, Bernard. "
- [Shouting Questions] - This way, sir. What do you have to say, sir?
[Shouting Continues]
It was a bizarre sort of suicide.
His body bore no fewer than eight bullet wounds...
from three different guns...
none of which was the one found in his hand.
So who has got away with murder?
Not, of course, the British government.
They merely covered up, as one does, the offensive corpses.
Though not literally. That was done by person or persons unknown.
So who has committed murder?
Not, of course, the highly respectable firm of KDH Pharmaceutical...
which has enjoyed record profits this quarter...
and has now licensed ZimbaMed of Harare...
to continue testing Dypraxa in Africa.
No, there are no murders in Africa.
Only regrettable deaths.
And from those deaths we derive the benefits of civilization...
benefits we can afford so easily...
because those lives were bought so cheaply.
I know all your secrets, Tess.
I think I understand you now.
[Justin] You want me to come home.
But I am home.
[Men Chattering In Native Language]
[Birds Squawking]
[Man] Mr Quayle.
[Thinking] Tess.
[Birds Squawking]
[Man Chanting]
[Continues]
[Singing In Native Language]
[Instrumental]
[Man Singing In Native Language]
[Chorus Singing]
[Man Singing]
[Chorus Singing]
[Man Singing]
[Chorus Singing]
[Man Singing]
[Chorus Singing]
[Ends]