- Come on! Are youse ready? - Aye! Aye!
On your marks! Get set!
Go!
Yeah!
Stew, Dr. Garrigan?
- And you, Dr. Garrigan? - Hmm.
I, uh-
- I thought that- - Mother.
Seeing as we have something to celebrate, we might have a wee drop.
- Sherry. - Right. Right.
Uh-huh. Your mother and I are very proud of you, Nicholas.
- Very proud. - Not quite as good a degree as mine...
but a fine one nevertheless.
Being a family doctor-
Well, let me tell you, Nicholas, you've chosen a fine life.
If you'll both raise your glasses...
a toast.
To father and son.
A long future together.
Nicholas, are you all right in there?
I'm fine.
Okay. First place you land, you go.
First place you land, you go.
Canada.
What are all the soldiers for?
- Excuse me. Do you speak English? - Yes.
What are all the soldiers for?
The army's taking over. There is a coup.
- A coup? What, are we safe? - Don't worry.
These are General Amin's men. He fights for the people.
It's a very happy day for us.
- Is that him? - Yes.
- What do you do in Scotland? - Well, I'm a doctor.
- A qualified doctor. - Oh.
Yeah. I thought maybe use my skills here, you know?
Monkeys! Look! Look up there, Tolu. Look.
Do you have monkeys in Scotland?
No, we don't have monkeys in Scotland.
No. If we had monkeys in Scotland...
we'd probably deep-fry them.
I think I'm gonna like it.
This is my stop.
I'm a medical officer overseas!
Dr. Garrigan?
- Uh, Dr. Merrit. - No, I'm Sarah, David's wife.
- Welcome. - Hello.
David was called out on an emergency.
- I hope everything's okay. - Yeah. Just normal business around here.
Safe journey?
- Uh, well, you know, it was- - Bloody awful.
Goat up your ass and your face in someone's armpit.
Last time I did that trip, I nearly asphyxiated.
Right. Hop in.
Actually, I waited for the bus yesterday too.
- Oh, yeah? - We were getting a little worried about you.
Thought you might have got caught up in the coup.
It's official now, by the way. Obote's out. Radio's full of it.
Who's Obote?
- Ex-president. - Oh, right. And, uh, what's his name.
Amin. He's taken over. Yeah?
You've certainly come at a busy time.
Whatever I can do to help.
- Morning, Nicholas. - Morning.
- So, what do you think? - Aye. Aye, fine.
Come on. Come through.
This is the operating room.
Simple procedures for the most part.
- Ah, morning. - Morning.
If you don't mind me asking, how many doctors are there here?
Well, there's me, and, uh- and now there's you.
- Good morning, Sister. Good morning. - Morning.
You know, the, uh, interesting thing is...
80% of the locals still prefer the witch doctor to us.
Sometimes I think we're just... skimming the surface of an ocean.
- Ready? - Yeah.
There we are. Whoo.
- There we go. Okay. - Over here. Okay.
Yes, thank you.
And-
Okay, and one more. Okay, who's next?
That's a lovely name. Can I just see your-
Yeah?
Nicholas, are you ready?
Dr. Merrit.
What is it?
- Complications with the Magisha baby. - I'll go.
No, no. I'd better go. I know the mother.
Ah, sorry. I'll be back in an hour or two.
Bonny.
Jump in.
- Hi, Bonny. - Hi.
Mmm.
- I hope you don't mind me saying this, but- - Yeah?
You seem an unlikely candidate for this kind of work.
Why? 'Cause I don't wear socks and sandals?
Touché.
I still want to make a difference, you know.
- Really? - Yes, really.
Want to have fun, too, though.
Bit of adventure. Something different.
That's a lot of things.
Is it?
Yeah!
It's a beautiful goal for Scotland!
Yeah!
That's a good one.
Hey, Bonny, why are the women singing?
You don't know? The president is coming to the village.
Where's Dr. Merrit?
- He has gone to town for stores. - Right.
Come on. I thought you might be slightly curious to see the new boss.
I don't work for Amin.
Right. Fine.
Just thought it might be... fun.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Amin!
Amin! Amin!
And I want to promise you...
this will be a government of action, not of words.
We will build new schools, new roads!
And new houses!
I may wear...
the uniform... of a general...
but, hey-
In my heart, I am a simple man.
Like you.
I know who you are and everything that you are.
I am you.
Ask my soldiers. All my life...
I never eat food until my soldiers have eaten first.
It will be like this in Uganda now.
Together, we will make this country better.
And stronger!
And free!
Whoo! Whoo!
- Have you seen enough now? - What?
Have you seen enough now?
Just- Just a couple of minutes.
Whoo!
Whoo.
- Can we please go now? - Okay.
They sang just like that for Obote...
until they realized that he turned their economy into a personal bank account.
Oh, come on. Give the man a chance.
I'm serious. You talk to me in a couple of years.
What's going on?
Jesus.
What's the problem?
They're looking for a doctor.
The president's been hurt in an accident.
We have to come. We'll follow you?
God. How terrifying.
My hand!
- Whoa. Whoa. - My hand is broken!
Get that farmer out of my sight!
Hey. Hey.
Come. Come here.
My name's Dr. Garrigan. I hear you have a problem with your hand.
I'd like to examine it. Hmm?
There you go. Okay, now do a fork.
Raise your thumb like that.
Okay. How's that?
Sarah, I think we're gonna need a splint here.
Please, can somebody do something about that bloody cow?
I don't think you've broken it. I think it's just sprained.
Please! It's in pain!
Can you just hold that now with your other hand?
Sarah, can you go and talk to that farmer about his cow, please?
Sarah, how's it goin'?
Will somebody please put that animal out of its misery!
I'm trying to explain to them!
For God's sake!
I'm sorry. I-
- I couldn't hear myself think. - You took my gun.
- Yeah. - Who are you?
Nicholas- I'm Dr. Nicholas Garrigan.
I work at the medical compound in Mgambo. I'm a doctor.
You are British.
Brit- Uh, well- I'm Scottish.
- Scottish? - Yeah.
Why didn't you say so? I fought with the Scots against the Mau Mau.
Great soldiers. Very brave.
And good people. Completely.
Let me tell you, if I could be anything instead of a Ugandan...
- I would be a Scot, my friend. - Right. Really?
Except for the- the red hair...
which I'm sure is attractive to your women...
but which we Africans- We find this quite disgusting.
Thank you, Dr. Garrigan. A very good job.
Hey, please.
Would you let me have this T-shirt?
My son, Campbell, he would love this T-shirt.
- You've got a son called Campbell? - Yeah.
Maybe you would take my- my shirt here in exchange.
Right. Of course. Yeah.
- Ah. - Thank you.
Aha. You see? Now you are a general, like me.
- Salute, please. - Oh.
Now I must leave.
And I bet you that's worth a few bob.
Yeah.
Hmm.
I still can't believe how you shot that cow.
You're mad.
Um, anyway, I think I have to go.
- Do you fancy a wee drink on the porch? - No, thank you.
I'm okay. Really. I- Nicholas.
I have to go. No.
Look, it's fine, all right?
We're just havin' a drink.
Oh, God.
- I can't do this. - What?
My husband is a good man.
Oh, Christ. I sound ridiculous.
I guess I-
I guess I just need you to understand why I'm here.
- It's okay. I do understand. - No, you don't.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
It's just, sometimes...
when you're married to such a very good man...
it's-
- It-It makes you feel- - Like shit.
My father's the same.
And...
it's nice to be noticed.
- Mmm. No, I can't. I can't. I can't. - Sarah.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's fine.
- No, I don't- - Sarah, it's fine.
Don't, please. Please.
Nicholas.
Nicholas, there are some people here to see you.
Be, um, right there, David.
Right. Right.
- Good morning, Dr. Garrigan. - Morning.
My name is Jonah Wasswa, Minister of Health here in Uganda.
I've been sent by His Excellency, President Amin.
- There is something he would like to ask you in person. - Wh-What?
Sarah?
Oh, hey. Listen.
Why don't you tell David to rearrange the field trip for Friday?
All right? I'll be back as soon as I can.
He probably just wants me to retie his bandages. Okay, I'll see you later.
My name is Masanga.
Nice to meet you. I'm Nicholas.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Nicholas.
Welcome to the president's car.
- They think you are the president. - Eh?
They think you are the president.
The president's house.
Please sit down.
His Excellency will be with you in a moment.
- And who's this? - Oh. Dr. Junju, the previous incumbent.
- Of what? - Of the post...
of personal physician to the president.
Hold on to your guns!
Everyone! Hold on to your guns!
- Good to see you again, Dr. Garrigan. - You too.
You see, Jonah? This is the sort of man a president needs around him-
someone who is not afraid to speak his mind.
So, what do you say, Nicholas?
Will you take the job?
Wha- I'm sorry. Um-
- You want me to be your physician? - Mmm.
- Do you want to be of service to Uganda, Dr. Garrigan? - Yes, I do.
Then what better way...
than to look after the health of its president?
And let me tell you, it will not be a difficult job.
Because me, myself, I am a man...
in perfect physical condition.
Also, I know precisely when I will die.
It came to me in a dream.
So, you do not have to worry about making a mistake.
- I'm really sorry. I'm-I'm very honored, but- - Nicholas.
I understand.
Me, myself, I did not want to be president.
But the people, they wanted it so.
Listen to me. This is very important.
Here, in Kampala...
you will have a hand in creating...
a new health service for this country-
something that will help millions of people.
I'm sorry. I really do have a commitment to the mission in Mgambo.
I'd be lettin' them down horribly. You see?
Ah.
It's the woman, the one I saw you with.
You want to get back to be with her.
Well, not entirely.
It's the woman. It's the woman.
Why don't you tell her to come and be here with us?
Uh, well, it's not that simple.
- It's quite complicated actually. - Why?
- Is she married? - Yes, she is.
Ah, Doctor.
Doctor, you- you are very naughty.
Me?
Ah, now you are even more interesting.
Married women, they are always the most passionate, huh?
Yes.
- It's true. - They are so grateful, huh?
Hmm. Yes.
I'm sorry. Yes, I'm sorry for wasting your time.
No, no.
My car will take you back first thing in the morning.
But, in the meantime- Tonight, we are having a state dinner.
Please, would you join us there?
I'd very much like that. Thank you.
You have a suit? Dark suit?
- No. No, I don't. - Hmm.
How much is this gonna cost me, by the way?
It's okay. It's the president's account.
- Oh, can I just- - Hey! Stop!
- What's goin' on? - Obote's men.
- They're everywhere. - Really?
Yep. They're communists, you know?
Mind you, Amin's more than a match for them.
He's ex-British army- King's African Rifles.
- Uh, Jamshid. - Yes, sir?
Pack those up and have them sent to the High Commission in the morning, please. Thanks.
Yes, he's a little unpredictable...
but he's got a firm hand.
Only thing the African really understands.
- Thanks, Jamshid. - You're welcome.
Yeah, up yours too, pal. Bloody English.
Hello.
Hello there. How do you do?
- Ah! Nicholas. - Oh!
- I'm so happy you came. - So am I.
Please. Please, this way. I want to introduce you to my wives.
Excuse me. Here. This is Malyamu.
She is my first wife. She has given me five children.
Hello.
And this one- Nora. She has given me three.
Hello.
And that here is Kay. Yes.
- This is Dr. Nicholas Garrigan. - Hello.
- He saved my life. - Oh, wel- Really, I just stitched his hand up.
- It was- - Don't be so modest.
I believe it is you I have to thank for the T-shirt.
Oh, right. So you must be Campbell's mother.
- Yes. - It's a pleasure meeting you.
Please come. I have to introduce you to some people here.
Excuse me.
- This is, uh, British High Commissioner, Mr. Perkins. - How do you do?
Please, meet my good friend Dr. Nicholas Garrigan.
And his colleague Mr. Stone.
- How do you do? - Fine. Yes, we've already met.
- Well, I will talk with you later. - Oh, right.
So, uh, Dr. Garrigan, we've been hearing all sorts of things about you.
Yes, I, uh- I gather the president has clasped you to his bosom.
Uh, no, no. Not exactly.
What do you make of him?
Well, I think he's doing rather a great job.
- Don't you? - Yes. He has some issues to be sorted out.
But, no, he plays a pretty straight bat.
- Yes, definitely one of us. - Anyway...
it's very good to, uh, have another Englishman around.
- Scot. - What?
I'm a Scotsman.
Ladies and gentlemen, friends.
I am speaking with you now because if I wait until later...
you will be too drunk to hear my voice.
- Here is where civilization began. - Yes.
Here in Africa.
Here is where the Greeks stole their philosophy...
and the Arabs took their medicine.
We Ugandans must be more proud of this history.
We are an independent African nation...
living in peace and economic power.
- Black power. - Yes.
Just like all you people thought would never be possible.
And now we will go through to dinner.
The food tonight, it is all local...
special food.
And none of it is human flesh.
This is my last.
Dr. Garrigan. Please come quickly. The president is very sick.
They have poisoned me.
They are trying to assassinate me.
- Nicholas. - Okay.
I just have to examine your stomach.
Obote's people are everywhere. They want me dead, Nicholas.
Okay, I'm just- I need to do this. Okay?
One more. One more.
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Okay. I think I know what this is. Let me listen, just listen.
Okay. Yeah, okay. I think I know what this is.
Bear with me. Uh-
There we go.
There we are. Okay.
I'm gonna ask you to sit on this pouf right here.
- Hey! What is this? - It's okay. It's okay.
- What is this? - It's okay. I'm just gonna hold it against your stomach.
I'm gonna ask you to stand up... in three.
One, two, three. Go.
I feel better, much better.
Ah. Ah, yes.
You are a good doctor. Thank you.
In future, remember not to mix beer with aspirin.
- That was the cause? - I think so, yes.
I am ashamed that you saw me like that.
- I was frightened. - I'm a doctor.
Everything that passes between us is confidential.
Okay? I've taken an oath.
But a man who shows fear, he is weak...
and he is a slave.
Well, if you're afraid of dying...
it shows you have a life worth keeping.
Ah.
You see?
You are a doctor... and also a philosopher.
Yes.
I do have a good life now.
Please. Please, sit.
Sit here. Sit here.
I come from... a very poor family.
I think you should know this.
My father, he left me when I was a child.
The British army, it became my home.
They took me as a...
cleaner in the kitchen, cleaning pots.
They used to beat me.
"Build this wall, Amin."
"Dig this latrine, Amin."
And now here I am, the president of Uganda.
And who put me here? Huh?
It was the British.
What a story.
- Good night, Nicholas. - Good night, sir.
Uh, hello. Sarah, it's Nicholas.
- Nicholas, where are you? - I'm still in Kampala actually.
Thank you.
Look, the president's offered me a job here.
Normally, I wouldn't even bother considering it.
- But, under the circumstances... - Thank you.
I thought it might be quite a good idea.
Oh, I see.
David will be disappointed.
Oh, well, I'll write to David. Of course I will.
Of course.
I just hope you can do as much good there as you could've done here.
Look, somebody's callin' me.
I'd, uh, better go.
- Sure. - All right. Well, listen. Bye, Sarah.
- I'll be in touch. - Bye.
When you're not treating the president or his family...
the hospital could use your expertise here.
This is one of our new medical wards.
Farther down the corridor will be the operating theaters...
which the president has paid for himself.
- Yes, sir. - Hi, Doctor.
- Welcome to Mulago, Dr.- - Garrigan. Hello.
I do hope you find the hospital up to the standard you are used to.
Uh, excuse me. Who was that?
Your predecessor- Dr. Junju.
- Never mind him. - Excuse me, sir. Two men to see you.
- Excuse me a moment. - Of course.
- Hello. Jolly nice of you. - It's very nice.
Dr. Garrigan.
Just topping up on quinine.
So, you've decided to stay.
- Uh, yes. Yes, I did. - Excellent. Excellent.
Well, listen, I just wanted to say...
that if there's anything we can possibly help you with...
please don't, um, hesitate.
What, you're my new best friend now?
Do just stay in touch.
Why?
Well, given that we were so, uh...
intimately involved with the president coming to... power...
the Foreign Office has asked me to point out our awareness...
of your very unique personal relationship with President Amin.
Mm-hmm?
Should you find the need to clarify your status...
regarding the details of that relationship...
we would of course welcome any clarification you might...
feel the need to share with us.
Is there some special school where you people...
learn to talk that bollocks?
Do, please, stay in touch.
You-You take care now.
This man is going to kill- He's going to kill the president.
So Nicholas walks up to that cow, and he shoots it in the head.
On your marks!
Get set!
Go!
Amin! Amin!
- Ho! - I won.
Hit my hand. Yes.
- Okay. Nicholas. - Oh, no, no, no.
Before I forget, I need to ask a favor.
Anything.
I will be in Libya next week...
and I need you to attend a meeting in my place.
- What kind of meeting? - A simple matter of taste and common sense.
I cannot think of anyone better than you.
Ah, gentlemen, please. Don't get up.
The president sends his apologies.
He's been called away- on short notice.
He's asked me to step in.
- And you are? - Nicholas Garrigan, his doctor.
- His doctor? - Yes.
- And you are? - I'm the Austrian foreign minister.
This is Dr. Ramml, one of our leading architects...
and Dr. Brunner from the Institute of Civil Engineering.
Together, we are the first bid.
Bid, right.
For what precisely?
I love it.
Good choice.
Modern, elegant- a symbol of Uganda's future.
- Here is where we will have the next Pan-African Congress. - Nice.
My two closest advisors-
Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
- Look what Nicholas has designed for me. - Nice.
- I didn't design anything. It was more- - That's nonsense.
You have a wonderful eye.
Jonah- he has... no taste.
Look at him.
Even his suits, they look silly.
Is that not right, Jonah?
What is it you want, Jonah?
I have some ministerial papers for your signature.
Go.
I will sign them later.
I do not like the way that man looks at me.
Do you think he looks at me strangely?
No. No, I can't say that I've noticed.
Okay. Enlargement of the medial sternum...
and reticular nodular lung patterns-
all indicating pulmonary T.B.
Yeah, but it could be disseminated-
What was that?
Makindye Prison- where Obote's people are being held.
Can you hear that?
Dr. Garrigan! Dr. Garrigan!
Please! Come quickly.
The president's son is sick.
What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?
Can you hear me, child? I'm begging you to stop it. Mackenzie!
- Thank you. You can step away. - Stop it, Mackenzie. Please.
- Thank you. Your son's epileptic? - I don't know.
- What? Has he been like this before? - Yes.
Right. Can you hold his knees up against his chest?
- Yeah, yeah. - If you can do that. Okay. The other hand back here.
- This is Campbell? - It's Mackenzie, Campbell's brother.
- Mackenzie? Right. - Come on, Mackenzie. Come on, baby.
Mackenzie, I am Dr. Garrigan. Okay?
We're gonna sort you out.
- We'll get you to hospital. It's gonna be fine. - No, no, no.
- The president will not allow it. - I really think the child-
- You must do what you can do from here. - The child has to go to hospital.
Please! Please.
It's okay now, baby. Mama's here.
Mama is here. It's okay. Mama's here.
Okay. Okay.
There you are. Okay. Okay.
- There we are. - Thank you. Thank you, Doctor.
- I thought I was losing him. - It's okay. He's gonna be fine.
Could you, uh- Could you move the toys from that bed, please?
Could you move the toys from that bed, please?
Ah.
Big boy. Big boy.
Here we go.
It's okay, baby. I'm so sorry.
It's okay. Don't say sorry.
- This is where you live? - Yes.
Why not at State House with the other wives?
Since I had Mackenzie, my husband prefers us to be somewhere more private.
That's ridiculous.
I think this child has epilepsy.
It's a perfectly treatable condition.
- The president does visit you here? - He visits the children, not me.
I am a bad omen.
Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna make an appointment for Mackenzie at the hospital.
All right?
I will tell the president how helpful you have been.
Very nice.
Good morning, Nicholas.
I could not go without thanking you for helping my son-
Don't mention it.
and to bring you a small gift.
No doctor should be without his ambulance.
For me?
Yes. Come. Come. This is yours here.
Oh.
Uh-huh? What do you think?
Are you serious? It-It's a fantastic gift.
Are you happy now? Eh? Let's try it.
You can drive me to the airport. I have to fly to Libya on business.
- Don't you think that I should get dressed? - Quickly then. Quickly.
- Now? Right. - Yes.
I'll just be a minute.
- Are you comfortable here? - Yeah, very much. Thank you.
Ah.
So, uh, it- it was Obote's men who attacked the prison, yeah?
- Yes. - Right.
We heard the gunfire all the way at the hospital.
- Yes, and my soldiers, they held them off. - Oh, right.
We thought we were going to be inundated with casualties.
Do you want to drive your car? I want to see you drive your car.
- Okay. - Please. Come.
- Come. - Okay. Okay.
So, you do not like the way I treat my son.
Uh, no. No, I don't.
Hiding him away like that, it's-it's ruining his life.
That boy has everything he wants.
Except the treatment that could save him.
He has comfort and luxury in life.
- Money? Sir, it's no substitute for anything. - Nicholas.
You have never been poor.
What about Kay? Don't you think it's, uh-
Do not speak about things you do not understand.
But the way you are concerned...
it has touched me, and I will consider.
You know, I like this type of frank conversation.
Yes. I respect your honesty...
and your opinion completely.
- Nicholas! - Stop!
- Shit! Shit! - Drive! Drive.
Drive past! Drive!
Drive!
Obote's men! I'm sure of it!
If I had not been in your car-
But... it is in my dream.
They cannot kill me. It is in my dream.
Somebody told his men my travel plans.
Somebody is betraying me.
I cannot trust... anybody.
I'm surrounded... by traitors!
Masanga.
Nicholas. Nicholas.
You know Masanga? He is one of my people.
He will handle all of my security matters from now on.
Yes, sir.
- You will take care of me and this country. - Yes, sir.
Where is Jonah Wasswa? Where is he?
I need my minister.
A minister should be by his president's side.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
And you call yourself my closest advisor?
Huh?
You see?
These loyal soldiers...
already they have captured the criminals.
Do not pity them, Nicholas.
These men here, they wanted you dead.
Why did you try to kill me?
Huh?
I will not die... until I say!
Look at me!
Obote!
Huh?
You work for him!
Obote! Huh?
That-That... drunk, silly man!
You want to kill me for that drunk, silly man?
Huh?
Uganda loves me...
because I am loyal...
and I am fair.
I am your president.
Come, Nicholas.
This is no place for us.
These I can read you later.
And the rest-The rest are just pro forma papers for you to sign.
Um, I left a small list of medical equipment at the end...
for my old surgery in Mgambo.
Is there anything else, Nicholas?
Eh?
Nicholas?
It's probably nothing, sir.
What?
Nicholas, you are my closest advisor.
Please.
Tell me what is on your mind.
Last night, I went to the Holiday Inn and had a drink.
I saw Jonah Wasswa there speaking to some white guy in the bar.
Something about it just didn't seem right.
It's- It's probably nothing...
but, uh, you might wanna have a talk with him.
Just- Just a talk.
Like I say, it's probably nothin'.