(GUN CLICKING)
MAN: Put the gun on the floor.
Nice and slowly.
- Slowly. - Okay.
Now get up. Slowly.
My name is Michael Stonebridge.
I'm a British Military attaché
and I need your help.
You've got a funny way of asking for it.
Here.
Take it.
You got some I.D.?
Nothing you'll believe.
But right now, that's the least of our worries.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
BOY: I saw him, he's in there!
Shit.
That mob that's gathering outside,
this is the man responsible. He shot Lutulu.
- Hey, he's lying! - Shut up!
- Hey, hey. - This man has beaten and abused me!
- I demand you lock him up! - You want to go outside?
You want to go outside and take your chances?
- No, no, no! - No? Then fucking get in that cell.
Come here, get in the cell.
I shoulda let them tear your arms up and beat you to death.
Get in there!
Cheers. What's your name?
Moses.
- Moses? - Yeah.
It's nice to meet you.
How many officers do you have here?
You're looking at it.
It's just a one-man operation.
Okay.
I need you to call for reinforcements, yeah?
If that mob gets in here, they're gonna lynch him.
And us, too.
JULIA: Bravo One, are you receiving? Over.
Bravo Two, are you receiving? Over.
No cell, no comms.
Try and track where his last message came from.
What, with this equipment?
(BANGING)
Improvise.
ESW from mid-chest to shoulder.
LILIAN: Papa, look at me.
DOCTOR:...thorax.
Shoulder through and through.
Tell surgical we'll need the central line,
and get some blood for urgent cross-match. We need six units.
Is he going to be okay?
Did you see what he was shot with?
I think it was a 9 mil.
Move out! Clear the corridor, please!
Patient coming through.
(CROWD HOLLERING)
- (THUDDING) - Shit.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
- MOSES: You all right? - Yeah.
Call headquarters again.
Whatever you got paid for this it wasn't enough.
You'll never live long enough to spend one cent of it.
- Fuck you. - All I want is a name.
Who signed you up?
Hey, nobody signed me up for anything.
Bullshit.
Lutulu, he's a colonialized puppet.
He deserved to die.
And whoever did it
is a hero of Zimbabwe!
Papa, look at me.
Is he going to be okay?
Look, I'm not gonna lie to you,
his wounds are serious, but whoever helped him out on the way here
has given him a fighting chance.
- I should have been stronger for you. - Don't say that.
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna ask, do you know the man that shot you?
Sir, you're gonna have to step back.
I'm a journo, I've gotta ask these questions.
Step back!
LILIAN: Papa, don't die. We made plans.
Don't leave me.
You have to stay with me.
(LILIAN SCREAMING)
LILIAN: Papa!
No, Papa!
Fuck. Come here. Come here.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Lili, come with me!
Come with me!
- I'm sorry, we gotta go. - LILIAN: No!
Go down.
- (GUN FIRES) - (SCREAMS)
Lilian, go now! Go now!
Go, go, go!
Lilian!
Shit.
Hold up, hold up.
(QUIETLY) Come on.
Stick with me.
Wait. Wait.
All right, come this way. Come on.
Miss Lutulu!
Lilian!
My name is Craig Hanson, I've been sent by Conrad Knox.
SCOTT: Come on.
All I want is to take you to Mr Knox. You're not safe.
SCOTT: Lili!
HANSON: I wouldn't listen to the man you're with.
Lili! Lili! Please. Please, do not listen to him.
He knows Conrad.
He works for the Zimbabweans who killed your father.
He's a killer, too.
SCOTT: Come here! Come here!
Come on.
Just stick with me.
Lilian!
You've been set up.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Where was your getaway driver, huh?
Your back-up team, your exfil plan?
Face it. Somebody wanted you dead.
Your tattoo.
First combat time...
Zimbabwean Special Forces.
Yeah.
You guys were a tough unit.
Your only option is to talk to me.
I know what's going on, I've been there myself.
Ijust wanna know.
Is Conrad Knox playing any of this?
MOSES: Hey,
no one is coming anytime soon.
We're all on our own.
Fuck me! Dead end.
OK, keep tight.
Shh. Shh.
- (GUN FIRING) - (LILIAN SCREAMS)
Stay there. Just stay there.
Who's the killer now, big man?
Shut up, Hanson.
You're a fucking dead man.
Do you hear that, Lilian? You saw what I saw.
I'm not the one shooting.
SCOTT: Don't listen to him, Lili.
These men are the ones that killed your father.
HANSON: I wouldn't listen to a word he says.
Whatever he's saying is a lie.
Why don't you go do something useful, Hanson?
Go donate some body parts.
I hear they're looking for assholes.
Lilian.
I'm unarmed and I'm gonna come out.
Don't trust him, Lilian.
HANSON: Coming out, Lilian.
Here I come.
I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not.
Easy.
I've just been sent for your protection. That's it.
Mr Knox is on the line right now, you can ask him yourself.
SCOTT: That's bullshit. Lili, stay there.
What the fuck is your game, Hanson?
Just showing Lilian who the good guy is in the situation.
- What are you gonna do? Shoot me? - Yeah.
(LILIAN SCREAMS)
- What have you done? - Come here! Come here!
LILIAN: Are you crazy? SCOTT: Come!
LILIAN: He was unarmed!
Fucking pussy.
Fuck!
Ah!
(HANSON SCREAMING)
Stay with me, all right?
Mr Lutulu, who was recently broken out of a high-security
prison in Harare,
was gunned down today at a pro-democracy rally
in Bukhoma Township.
We'll have more later.
Much more.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yep.
Major, it's Stonebridge.
Put him on speaker.
Bravo Two.
I haven't fully ID'd the shooter, but he's ex-Zimbabwe Special Forces.
- RACHEL: Who sent him? - He isn't saying.
Whoever did, they set him up.
He was waiting for support that never arrived.
He's pro-Magobe, fanatical.
- Pro-bono? - Yeah.
- Who benefits? - The current regime.
They eliminate a rival, they get a free run at the next election.
RACHEL: No, it's too easy.
They control the electoral process anyway.
Too wily to pull something this public.
This assassination is going to bring a firestorm
down on their heads.
Where were Matlock's bodyguards when Lutulu made his speech?
No, there was no one there. Scott and I would've noticed.
Knox breaks him out and then leaves him exposed.
Why?
This was never about Walter Lutulu taking over Zimbabwe.
This is about Conrad Knox.
MALE NEWSREADER: Following the assassination of Walter Lutulu,
a wave of unrest amongst the displaced Zimbabwean community in South Africa
is spreading north to the borders of Zimbabwe itself.
Whilst denying any responsibility for Mr Lutulu's murder,
a spokesman for the ruling Zanu PFparty...
Moses!
Here they come!
How we doing for ammo?
Listen now, listen.
I know these people.
I don't want to kill them.
We've got some less lethal options here.
Yeah, I've never seen the point myself.
Here.
NMI's?
MOSES: Electric shock.
- Do they work? - (LAUGHS)
I volunteered when we were testing them.
Trust me, my friend,
those stop even the most committed of men.
Come on, Lili.
Get in that ambulance.
- (GASPING) - (SHUSHING)
It's just a dead body.
Who are you?
My name is Damien Scott.
I work for British Military Intelligence.
You're American.
(SCOFFS)
It's kind of a long story.
What were British Military Intelligence doing in Bukhoma? Hmm?
We got a lead on your buddy Knox.
We were there to apprehend him.
Why?
He's got a hold of some nuclear triggers for WMDs.
Conrad?
That's ridiculous.
It might sound like that to you,
but I'm telling you the truth.
That was us that saved you outside your office.
You?
The guy that intervened,
his name was Sinclair.
He worked with us.
Right now he's lying in a morgue.
Conrad had him killed.
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
(SIREN BLARING)
Reinforcement.
It's about bloody time.
On your word.
Go!
Go home before someone dies!
Walter Lutulu was a man of peace!
He would not want this!
Get those cops. Did you bring them in?
Let's go, let's go.
Come on, come on.
Moses get inside. I got this. Go, go!
(COUGHING)
- Give me the keys, please. - Okay.
This key?
Okay. Okay.
KOHL: Looks like there's fair bit of action today.
Where you taking him?
I'm taking the prisoner to the headquarters.
Is that the Samuelson building on Long Street?
Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
That's funny, I thought the Capetown HQ was on the corner of
Buitenkant and Albertus.
- Man! It's been a hectic day, eh? - Yeah, yeah.
- Chaos everywhere. - Yeah.
MICHAEL: Moses, look out!
Moses, get down!
- Moses, get the fuck down! - KOHL: Shut up!
Shut up! I'm talking to him!
Get the fuck down!
MAN: I'm ready to talk!
I'm ready to talk.
No shit.
- MOSES: You all right? - Yeah.
(PHONE RINGING)
MATLOCK: Is he dead?
Kohl, did you get him? Is he dead?
No. She is.
See if you can persuade Lilian to come here.
SCOTT: As you can guess, she's pretty shaken up.
I don't know if questioning her right now is the best idea.
Scott, do whatever you have to,
just get her here.
(MOB CLAMOURING)
Oie.
Your turn.
Look, the people who hired me,
I know where they have their base.
Get me out of here and I'll take you there.
Who hired you?
- Who hired you? - Matlock.
Karl Matlock.
Now.
Let me out! I'm a trained soldier, I can help!
Moses, move, move! Moses, get down!
(GROANING)
(COUGHING)
Just do it.
No, no, no, no, no!
MALE NEWSREADER: Reaction to the shooting has been unanimous
in its condemnation.
In Washington, the secretary of state moved swiftly to condemn the attack.
She stopped short of calling for military intervention,
but supported calls for the ruling Zanu party
to step down.
What did I tell you, Conrad?
You've achieved more for Zimbabwe with one bullet
than you will with those weapons.
(PHONE RINGING)
And I assume that Walter's killer has met his just desserts?
Yes, sir.
And 20's man?
At my mercy.
When we secure Lilian you can dispose of him
in any way you like.
But until then he remains our most valuable asset.
They killed Kohl.
I'm sorry to hear that.
But I don't want to weaken my bargaining position
while I have a deal to negotiate.
LILIAN: We have to go back.
We can't.
It's not safe.
I need to be with my father.
Lilian, you've...
The people I work with
would like to see you.
Just let me take you in there
and they'll give you the background on Knox.
(PHONE RINGING)
Go ahead, cocksucker.
You listen to me.
I have your friend.
You want him to live,
you bring the girl to the abandoned textile factory at Manenberg.
Fuck me over,
you'll be picking him up in a body bag.
Shit.
What's wrong?
He's Knox's man. He wants to do an exchange.
You for my partner.
Don't you worry, I'm not gonna let that happen.
I'm not worried.
If you don't take me
I'll go myself.
I need to see Conrad.
So do I.
Zero, you getting all this?
Let her do it.
Might even work in our favour.
For Christ's sake, get Stonebridge out of there.
Baxter, get kitted-up and get down there.
- He'll need your support. - Yes, ma'am.
Come on, Michael. Come on.
(PHONE RINGING)
SCOTT: I'm here.
You give me Stonebridge, I give you the girl.
You don't make the rules here.
Fucker.
Go.
MATLOCK: Get out.
(GRUNTS)
Hold your positions. Wait for my command.
- Damien says, "Duck." - Hmm?
(SCREAMING)
Give me cover fire.
There he is. Get him, get him, get him!
(GUNS FIRING)
Get in!
You all right, Mikey?
You like that one, huh? (LAUGHING)
Oh, Lilian.
You all right?
I'm so sorry.
- It's all my fault. - Your fault?
Well, I mean, as much as I couldn't save Walter, yes.
And as much as I couldn't marshal all the resources
at my disposal to protect him, yes.
All the warning signs were there.
I promise you, we won't take any more risks.
While I have breath in my body, I'll do all I can to protect you.
The American I was with, he...
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - (GASPS)
- It was Damien Scott. - Ah.
You know him?
Where did you get this?
KNOX: Christy Bryant.
She's CIA, too.
- You know her, I believe? - We've met.
Well, then, you know that there are elements
in that organisation
that are less morally scrupulous than others.
Now, I suspect
Scott contracted himself out to the regime.
They wanted him to remove Walter once and for all.
But he tried to help my father.
He may have wanted you to think he was helping him.
But he did help.
He protected me.
He shot the killers, he rescued me from the Law Centre.
That was him.
Lilian, there are people who run this continent
as if it were their own.
You father knew that more than anyone.
But his work, needn't, mustn't end here.
There's a growing clamour. The people will rally behind you.
You're your father's daughter.
- You okay? - SCOTT: Thank, bud.
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm all right. - Let me see.
FEMALE NEWSREADER: Here at home, fresh discoveries have been made
in the hunt for the assassins of Zimbabwean dissident, Walter Lutulu.
Yeah.
The body of ministerial attaché, Joseph Dreyer,
has been discovered at an address in Cape Town.
- He had been shot. - BAXTER: Oh, poor thing.
The police have issued images of two men...
- Shit! - ... wanted in connection
with both murders.
Wow, we're famous.
My mommy's gonna be so proud.
She'd be a lot more proud if you'd found those nukes.
Last thing we need at this stage is you two muppets in the spotlight.
Uh, muppets?
Come here.
(SNIFFLES)
Papa.
WALTER: Conrad was a valued friend,
but his designs on my country are not what he pretends.
He wants power.
And he has kept his true plans from me.
I now know that he would contaminate Zimbabwe with nuclear weapons.
When I confronted him, I saw how dangerous he has become.
But I will not yield.
No matter what the consequences are for me.
(GRUNTING)
There was a problem with the engineering in one of the pieces.
These components were not made to fit.
But I can adjust it.
However, there's no guarantee it will still work.
- Brother, you, too. - KNOX: Of course.
- Did you set that up? - Set what up?
The call Ijust got from the CDZ?
They want me to lead the party.
Well, that's wonderful.
Of course I didn't set it up.
The people are giving you their voices, their mandate.
Surely, you're not surprised?
Are you not prepared for this?
All of it?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
- But there's work to be done. - Mmm-hmm.
Can you arrange a press conference?
The people will expect it.
Yes, yes, of course I can.
And I need to spend some time with my father.
I can't leave without saying goodbye.
Well, you must. Tomorrow is a new dawn. Hmm?
- SCOTT: It's about fucking time. - Sorry, it's all they had left.
- Here. - Cheers.
- What did you get? - Thank you...
So, what's the plan?
Dreyer can't have been the only guy in Knox's pocket.
I mean, he's dead, right,
and they're still issuing statements about us?
Well, then, who do we go looking for?
Sinclair would've had the answer for that.
Get me a list of everyone in the Interior Ministry.
Who to target, who to watch, who to follow.
Sure.
Shit, maybe we should've kept Dreyer alive.
- No, we shouldn't have. - (PHONE BEEPS)
SCOTT: Huh.
Something to share with the class?
Uh, yeah.
It's Lilian. She wants to meet.
Papa.
I miss you.
Hello.
Hi.
I can't talk long.
What is it that you wanted to see me about?
You were right.
About Conrad.
I found my father's diary.
In it, he describes how he found Knox's nuclear weapons.
Kill Knox for me.
I know you can do it.
I have seen your file.
If you do,
I will tell you where he is,
where the weapons are.
But, you've got to promise to kill Knox.
(CROWD MURMURING)
Thank you for coming.
I'll try to keep this brief.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Three days ago,
my father fled to this country to begin the fight,
for a freer, fairer Zimbabwe.
Two days later, not half a mile from this spot,
he was gunned down.
These killers may have taken my father's life,
but what they cannot take is his legacy.
The press will love her.
She'll make for a more malleable partner.
...memory will live on...
She's a woman.
I'm presuming to imagine that I can could control her.
...political life.
I have been invited to assume leadership...
LILIAN: I can't pretend to have my father's strength...
Oh, well, she's strong enough.
How can you be so sure?
Trust me.
I know a capable woman when I see one.
...of a truly democratic Zimbabwe.
But men betrayed the dream
that had brought them together.
Indeed.
It was a former friend, who took my father's life.
That man's name
is Conrad Knox.
What?
Conrad claims to be a friend of Africa.
But he seeks only to bend Zimbabwe and its people to his will,
in the pursuit of wealth and power.
Power he would protect and defend,
with a nuclear arsenal.
She knew! She fucking knew!
(GRUNTING)
RACHEL: All right, you approach from the rear.
Richmond, Baxter, circle around. I'll take up sniper position.
If you find the triggers, make every attempt to secure them.
Terminate anyone who tries to stop you.
Finally.
Except Knox.
I want Knox taken alive.
All right, move out.
(GRUNTING)
Bravo two, on me.
When my father found out, Knox had him killed.
I should have never trusted her. I should have never listened to you!
I could've persuaded Walter. I could've won him around.
There was no need to have...
If she betrayed you this publicly, she'll have betrayed you privately.
I suggest you take suitable precautions.
No, wait!
Go.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Bravo three and four, to me, to me.
I'll mark your man, you go around the tent. All right?
MATLOCK: This location has been compromised.
- Prepare for immediate evac. - Yes, Commander.
Go!
We can still do this.
Without the benefit of surprise?
Without the people on your side?
Without a leader?
There are other leaders, other men we could approach.
I could do it!
It's over, Conrad.
LILIAN: And I promise you
I will not rest
until the blood of my father is avenged
and justice is done.
Fuck! Where the fuck are you, Knox?
This is Bravo one, I've got no visual on Knox.
(INAUDIBLE RADIO CHATTER)
RACHEL: Be advised, Bravo one,
X-ray approaching your position. Over.
Ah!
(GUNFIRE)
Bravo two, coming through.
Shit!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING)
Cover perimeter! Move it! Go!
How're you doing, mate?
Yeah, good. Moving!
Go!
(GRUNTING)
Zero, I've got eyes on target now.
Pursue and secure, Bravo one, two.
Mikey, there's a truck at 2 o'clock, being loaded.
Go for it?
- Go? Move it! - MICHAEL: Go!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Mikey, truck's leaving.
Got us some wheels!
Get the fuck out!
Move, move, move!
Yes!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
- Get a bit closer! - Copy that.
Hanson! It's Matlock!
We've been hit by 20!
Fuck!
Jesus fucking Christ!
Scott, you get me as close as you can, yeah?
Got it.
(GRUNTING)
(GUN FIRING)
Stop the fucking truck right now! Stop it!
Pull over! Pull the fucking truck over!
Engine. Cut the engine off right now.
- Fuck! - MICHAEL: Careful.
Turn it off.
Mike! Got him! Got him!
Give me the fucking keys!
MICHAEL: You got him? SCOTT: Yeah.
(SIGHS)
What have we got back there?
- We have we got, Mikey? - Shit!
Zero, target retrieved.
- You got 'em? - Just the one.
All right! What's that? One down, three to go?
Fuck!
And Knox?
No, that's a negative.
He's long gone.
SCOTT: Nice fuckin' jump, buddy! (LAUGHS)
Oh, shit.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
He was gone by the time we got there.
I know.
So, what are you going to do now?
I have a party to run.
An election to fight.
And you?
I've got a promise to keep.
Sir, Tango team were heavily engaged at Nostromo base.
They took multiple casualties.
It's lucky we got out when we did.
What about the device?
Captured.
(SIGHS)
No matter.
It was worth the sacrifice.
Well, now what?
Now we make them pay.