Adidja!
SHE PANTS
IN SWAHILI:
King of the castle!
IN SWAHILI:
ADIDJA, IN SWAHILI:
SHE GASPS
MAN, IN SWAHILI: Sasa hivi!
BOY: Adidja!
IN SWAHILI:
MAN, IN SWAHILI: Muko préts? Twende, Twende!
Sasa hivi.
THEY CHANT IN SWAHILI
SHE GRUNTS
SHE GASPS
Oh, shit.
SHE PANTS
SHE GROANS
CAR DOOR CLOSES
ENGINE STUTTERS - SHE SIGHS
ENGINE STUTTERS
INDISTINCT TV WEATHER REPORT
SHE SNORES
SHE MOANS - HE CHUCKLES
What you doing?
Men who watch women sleeping are creepy.
Yeah, I don't disagree with that.
But it depends on what they're doing while they're watching.
A bit early for that sort of chat, isn't it?
Get off, no, don't! Urgh, morning breath, yuck, gross!
Come here.
SHE BLOWS
Touché.
Happy tenth anniversary. - What?
Come on...
You know it is, you know it is. - THEY MUTTER
Oh, shit! Is that the time? - Yes, why? The clocks went forward.
Why didn't you tell me the clocks were moving forward?
What do you mean?
Oh, my God! Your plane! - My flight! My flight!
GEORGIA: Well, where am I supposed to stop...?
WILL: Literally anywhere but where you just tried.
Well, you can drive yourself next time. - Where's the fun in that?
GEORGIA: You're a twat.
You say the nicest things.
Ow! - Sorry!
I don't know why you wear that bloody thing on your head.
You were only in that band about a month. - Yeah, but what a month.
It was unforgettable. Not in the good way.
Yeah, let me try again. That was a terrible goodbye.
OK, well hurry up, Bono. There's people waiting to park.
You'll be alright, won't ya? - Yeah. I'll be fine.
You don't have to worry about me every time.
Time heals everything, right?
Yeah.
Go on, hurry up, you're gonna be late. - OK, OK.
ENGINE STARTS
Oh, come on...
PHONE RINGS
WILL: Hey. - Hi. Miss me already?
I left you something in the glove compartment.
Did you? -I did.
Do you ever think it's weird that when they designed cars
they felt the need to create a whole compartment just for gloves?
Did you leave me gloves? - Maybe.
Happy anniversary.
I love you. - I love you.
The stitches should be taken out in about a week.
There must be someone who can come and get you.
You really shouldn't walk home on this.
I'll be fine. Honestly.
Here for the weekend, are you?
No, actually, I live here. You can tell from my accent.
I'm over near Pen-Llyn. - Oh...
Long way out then. Living the good life, eh? - Yeah, something like that.
INDISTINCT TV NEWS REPORT
WOMAN: Miss Wells!
Yeah? - You didn't complete the form.
Oh, sorry... - Just there, there and there.
TV REPORTER: ...violent outbursts are unlikely to cease.
The scenes this afternoon in Kinshasa's financial district
were ones of chaos and confusion.
The Democratic Republic of Congo has seen its fair share
of political unrest in recent years.
And the armed forces in Kinshasa... - Do... sorry, excuse me.
Can you wind this back? - WOMAN: I'm sorry?
Do you have a remote? Can you stop it?
WOMAN: I think so, hang on, just let me find it.
TV REPORTER: ...and opposition supporters.
This afternoon, however, the armed forces are just trying to restore order...
WILL: Sorry for the radio silence.
Signal's a nightmare out here.
At least you've had peace and quiet for a week.
No rugby on TV. - Yeah, counting my blessings.
What're you doing?
Oh, uh, just... went for a run.
You at the airport? - Goma.
Re-defining the term "shithole" since 2002.
I've got a couple of hours before my flight to Kinshasa.
Oh, well you can hit the shops.
Shop. Singular.
THUD ON PHONE - Ah, shit...
Thank you.
How's that ring feeling? Did I get the right size?
Yeah. It's beautiful. It really is.
I don't know. - If you don't... if you don't like it
I don"t mind-- - It's just...
it's not the crap one you proposed with.
The crap one?
SHE CHUCKLES I'm sentimental. I don't know.
You text me from Kinshasa?
No, no, no, you'll be asleep. I'll call you when I get back to the UK.
Alright, I love you. - You too.
PHONE BUZZES
JUDITH: Georgia? It's Judith Gray...
GEORGIA: Judith. What's going on?
JUDITH: You haven't heard? - GEORGIA: Heard what?
JUDITH: It's Will... Christ, it's Will's plane.
It's all over the news here.
They haven't released an official statement yet.
I've been trying to call the airlines, but...
I am so sorry, Georgia.
Will's flight... it's gone missing.
I'm so sorry. - No, no, no, no...
JUDITH: Georgia?
TV REPORTER: ...thin on the ground still.
Weather on Sankuru Airways Flight 19's Journey from Goma to Kinshasa
would have seen high winds and possible storms, though again
there's been no official statement from Sankuru Airways or the ANAC, the Congolese--
WOMAN: OK, just tell me when to stop.
SHE GASPS There!
Stop it there.
It's you.
SHIP HORN BELLOWS
REPEATED CLICKS
DOCTOR: Could you please open your eyes wide?
So how did you lose your sight, Mr Helgason?
An accident.
Long time ago now.
DOCTOR: Coming up at the chair, yeah...
Yeah?
Alright? - Yeah, thanks.
Thank you.
So, what's the verdict?
Still blind? - Well, there's...
nothing I see at present, Mr Helgason, that would prevent you being a candidate
for the clinical trial. - So I haven't wasted my journey.
You will need to take these drops.
Two in the morning, two in the evening.
These ensure you won't get an infection prior to the procedure.
"Procedure."
Such a clinical word for a miracle.
"The blind receive sight, the lame will walk and those with leprosy will be cured."
No miracles here, Mr Helgason.
Just science.
DOCTOR, IN DUTCH:
NURSE, IN DUTCH:
NURSE SPEAKS DUTCH
HE SIGHS
IN DUTCH:
I'm sorry? Um, I don't speak Dutch. I'm not from here. I'm a visitor.
Me too. I'm English.
You here for the surgery too?
Yes, I am. - I'm Beatrix.
Ariel.
Like The Tempest.
HE CHUCKLES Well...
if I was Prospero's eyes and ears, I wouldn't be much use to him, would 1?
What's your accent? — Icelandic.
You've come a long way.
Yes, I have.
But it's worth it for a miracle, I think.
So, did you qualify?
I find out in two days, he says.
Well, hopefully we'll both be lucky.
Did anyone come with you?
No. It's just me.
My friend was going to come, but life gets in the way, you know?
Since we're both on our own...
perhaps we could have a drink?
I could wait, you know
but if it— - Sounds perfect.
Coolio. Great.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Georgia.
HE SIGHS
It's good to see you.
I got in as close as we could.
Any closer and it just becomes a horrible mess.
It could be anyone.
He was wearing an orange cap the day he left.
We just need to find a different angle. Then you'll see.
The camera crew didn't have another angle. That's all we have.
So, how are things out there in the middle of nowhere?
Quiet.
I'm sorry I never went there. Your father did ask me enough times.
I need your help, Martin.
No one's gonna listen to me.
They'll listen to you. - Did he ever tell you about Indonesia?
I didn't come here to talk about Dad. - No, I know.
His first patrol, his helicopter went down.
He was the only one to walk out alive.
Twenty years later, he was still having nightmares.
These things follow us, Georgia.
Hanging on to them is no good for you.
How would you know what's good for me?
I know you're still angry about what happened
but you mustn't think I don't care about you.
Well, you've had an odd way of showing it.
Well, there are other ways.
My life now, you wouldn't recognise me.
I see friends. Have lunch. Play boules...
I'm the one people are supposed to be worried about?
HE SNEEZES Bloody hayfever.
It isn't him, it can't be. He died on that plane.
He was checked in, counted on. - They never found his body. Ever.
Him and a lot of other people.
You have to think about yourself. - I am!
This is what I'm doing. - No, you're not.
You're trying to climb K2 in a thunderstorm because that's who you are.
You don't really play boules, do you?
People change.
No. Not as much as you'd like to think.
Georgia, you really need to forget about all of this.
I should never have come here asking for help from you.
Georgia! - This was a mistake. Forget it.
Georgia, where are you going?
DOOR CLOSES - HE SIGHS
SEAGULLS CRY
TRAFFIC BLARES
MAN: Miss Wells? - Yeah.
Come this way. - Has there been any news?
Is the plane still missing?
I've been trying to get online since I landed.
My English is no good... please.
VOICEMAIL: This is Judith. Leave a message. - BEEP
GEORGIA: Judith, I've just landed. I can't get online here.
No one's told me anything. If you've got any news, call me.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
TV REPORTER, IN FRENCH: ...l'avion s"est ecrase sur un terrain enc/ave
dans la forét du Nord-Kivu.
La nature du terrain pose des difficultés aux autorités
qui cherchent a accéder a 'avion
dans une premiére tentative de la recherche des survivants.
Nous attendons une précision sur le nombre de rescapés.
ll semble que ce soit un accident grave.
Les autorités s'attendent a de nombreuses victimes...
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY - TV REPORT FADES
MAN: Miss? - Oh, it crashed...
Miss? Are you OK? - It crashed...
They found the wreckage an hour ago.
My brother was on the plane.
My husband.
I can't look any more.
CROWD SHOUTS
MINISTER, IN FRENCH: Mesdames et messieurs.
Je m'appelle Pierre Kambale, le ministre des transports.
Je suis venu ici pour vous mettre au courant de la situation actuelle
du vol 19 de Sankuru Airways.
What's he saying? - I don't know.
He is the Minister for Transport.
He says all emergency services are at the wreck site...
The plane crashed in the jungle, so progress is slow...
MINISTER CONTINUES IN FRENCH - They have started searching for survivors.
None so far...
MINISTER, IN FRENCH: ...du crash, Je peux vous dire qu'en ce moment
il n'y a aucune information officielle...
No information yet on the cause.
MINISTER CONTINUES IN FRENCH - This is a terrible disaster...
made worse...
...Dikemmbe Rahema. - MAN: Pathetic!
What? - There was a politician on the plane
Dikembe Rahema, a bitter rival to this government
yet he talks about him as if he was a saint.
Campaigning for re-election while my wife is...!
IN FRENCH:
MINISTER CONTINUES IN FRENCH - CROWD SHOUTS
IN FRENCH: Je vous remercie.
CROWD SHOUTS
Emmanuel Kazadi. - Hennie Botha.
He talked about survivors? How could anybody survive that?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Luggage, I help. - No, no, no, it's OK, I...
MAN: This way, we go this way. - I'm OK.
This way. - No...
We go this way. One dollar, only.
Wait!
Oh, fuck.
Hey.
I thought I told you not to bother meeting me.
And I ignored you.
Where's the rest of your luggage?
Did some parasite offer to help with the bag? Huh?
I... look, it doesn't matter, really.
HE SIGHS OK.
This way.
Thanks for coming.
It's good to see you, Emmanuel. - And you. It's been a long time.
So, show me.
If it is your husband, why now? After all this time?
I mean, that's what I'm here to find out.
The paper I worked for refused to cover this but many other journalists covered the riots.
How many other pictures were taken, hm?
I could make some calls. - Yes.
Yes. Thank you.
Do you think I'm crazy?
I think you miss your husband.
And I know all too well how that feels.
TRAFFIC BLARES
I'm... sorry I didn't make it.
Not at all. - It was so nice of you to invite me.
It just... it would have been...
You know. How was it?
Like any wedding.
Expensive.
She looked beautiful in the pictures you sent me.
Ah... she is.
I'm happy for you.
GEORGIA: Call me if I can help or look through any of the photos you find.
EMMANUEL: Of course.
Good luck.
INTERCOM RINGS - EMMANUEL: I'll call you later.
GEORGIA: Judith, hi. - Hello, Georgia.
How was your journey? - Fine.
I wish you'd let me come get you.
No, it was OK, a friend dropped me off.
You've done more than enough offering to let me stay here, so.
Well, I didn't really give you much choice, did 1?
Please, come on in.
Er, I hope this is alright? - Oh, it's great. Thank you.
Sorry, there's a bit of a crisis at work, can I leave you to get settled?
I'll be back soon. - OK.
SHE SIGHS
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
SHE SIGHS
SHE EXHALES
MAN, IN FRENCH: Salop!
GLASS SHATTERS - Salop!
Salop!
IN FRENCH:
MAN YELLS
MAN GRUNTS — IN FRENCH: Lashes-moi!
I aches—moi/
IN FRENCH:
TRAFFIC BLARES
JUDITH, IN FRENCH: Salut. - MAN: Hey, Judith.
IN FRENCH: Salut. Salut, tout le monde.
You got a minute? — Of course. Come on in.
The supply line to North Kivu's not improved, so the convoy's still stuck.
And I've spent most of the day fielding calls from the lturi Provincial Governor.
What, so you think his people can't get clean water
unless we plough through miles of red tape?
That's about the size of it, yeah.
I'll call him, see if we can't break the deadlock.
That'd be great.
How's your guest?
Well... she's convinced that Will is somehow still alive.
Well, that doesn't make any sense.
She thinks, what, he faked his death? Why?
I guess he did have reason to disappear.
Which Georgia doesn't know about.
Mm.
DOOR CLOSES
CHILDREN SHOUT
BELL RINGS
IN SWAHILI: Mukuye! Mukuye! Muhingie haraka.
Sasa hivi, sasa hivi, sasa hivi.
CHILDREN COUNT IN SWAHILI
Kuya.
ALL: Ine... tano...
MAN SHOUTS IN SWAHILI - CHILDREN SCREAM
IN SWAHILI:
INDISTINCT SHOUTS
SHE WHISTLES
SOLDIER: Kaa chini sasa hivi!
MAN CRIES IN SWAHILI - Nihangalie.
MAN WAILS IN SWAHILI
GUNSHOTS
IN SWAHILI:
SHIP HORN BELLOWS
BEATRIX LAUGHS - ARIEL: I dunno, uh, the worst?
Public transport.
Did you ever sit in somebody's lap? - BEATRIX: Once or twice.
SHE LAUGHS - See for me, that's...
I think that's once or twice too many.
Oh, dear... SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
So how did you end up here?
My dad's work. We came when I was 15 and we never left.
I like it though.
I like standing out on the bridge when it's raining
and listening to the ships coming in.
The sound really skids over the water.
And I like the way it smells.
I'm sorry. The way it sm... what? HE CHUCKLES
What does it smell like? - Industrial. I love it.
Wow.
See, I haven't learnt to appreciate my other senses.
Not so long ago I could see.
Yeah, I've been blind since I was 14.
I don't even dream in pictures anymore.
What happened to you, if you don't mind me asking?
It was an accident. - What sort of accident?
Uh...
THEY CHUCKLE - I'm sorry, it's hard to talk about it.
No, I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything.
It was a plane crash.
What?
In the Democratic Republic of Congo. Nearly three years ago.
You survived a plane crash?
Yes. I was the only one.
The only survivor?
Shit, I'm... that sounds... that sounds terrible.
I'm sorry.
I... But I could have lost much more.
I know that.
Many others did. Much more.
Much more.
People don't just walk away from a plane crash.
They don't just fall out of the sky, walk away, carry on with their lives
and not tell anyone. - I know that.
You know, I read an article about this place in northern Bosnia, and it stuck with me.
A section of a tree branch was cut down and it looked like the face of Jesus.
So, pilgrims started to flock there. They lit candles, knelt in front of it
prayed, put money down...
They even started to take sections of the bloody bark.
People see shapes in things because they want more than anything to see them.
But at the end of the day, a tree is sometimes... just a tree.
This is different.
You know, from the very first day Will came to work for me
it felt like I'd known him for years.
He just had that, didn't he? That gift.
I miss him too, Georgia
but you have to realise... - PHONE RINGS
There's absolutely no way that he... Sorry.
Hello?
EMMANUEL: ls Georgia there? — Yes.
It's for you.
Emmanuel? What is it? - I've found something you need to see.
SHE KNOCKS
What the hell happened there?
When you live here, you come to accept these things as part of life.
Come in.
What? What is it?
HE SIGHS
I talked to every news photographer I could. I searched on social media - nothing.
No photos that helped.
OK. I hope you didn't drag me all the way here to tell me that.
But then I saw a store at the other side of the main square.
With their own CCTV. And, uh...
It's better to just show you.
Is it him? Is it Will?
This angle still doesn't show his face.
But as you can see, there's someone with him.
GEORGIA: Hennie Botha...
PLANE ROARS
HENNIE: They say never to drink to drown your sorrows.
Sorrow can swim.
Depends how much it drinks, doesn't it?
We'll get through this.
One way or another.
What other choice is there?
BARMAN: Mr Tequila.
Usual?
Not today.
If you change your mind.
I talked with my wife, right before she flew.
She called me when I was working, so...
It was the last time I spoke to her and I... I barely listened.
We were going to have a little girl. - HENNIE: Jesus.
HENNIE SIGHS - She was due in just a few months.
Was she visiting family out there? - No, just business.
All I think now is I wish I'd asked her not to go.
I wish... I wish I'd asked her to stay with me.
SHE SIGHS
MAN, IN FRENCH: Hey! Montes la volume!
TV REPORTER SPEAKS FRENCH
...ministre des transports, qu'il y a au moins un survivant...
What? What is it? - EMMANUEL: They're saying...
they have reports of a survivor.
GEORGIA: This can't be a coincidence. It has to be Will.
It proves it, doesn't it?
EMMANUEL: There's more. - What?
Look.
GEORGIA: Oh, my God. He has a gun.
Jesus, Will...
What happened to you?
EMMANUEL: We need a break.
No, no. I can't. It's too addictive.
Scrolling down, thinking the next page is gonna be the one I've been looking for.
I'm gonna strike gold.
Reminds me of waiting for the bus home from school.
Staring at the horizon, thinking any second it's gonna roll into view.
An eternal optimist.
Well, yeah, the eternal optimist who had 15 quid and her fake ID stolen
cos she was too busy looking the other way.
Wait, that can't be right.
What?
Well, Hennie said his brother died on that plane.
His name was Johannes Botha.
He's not on the passenger list.
What?
This is the appendix for the Sankuru crash report.
It's got the names of every single person who was on that plane
and there's nobody called Johannes Botha.
There's not even anyone of South African nationality on here.
IN FRENCH: Oh, merde.
That's why we can't find anything on Hennie Botha.
Yeah, because maybe it's not his real name.
HE SIGHS If he had no one on the flight...
then why was he there?
I think we need to find the bastard and ask him.
HE SIGHS How?
You know when we were in the airport bar, the barman called Hennie something.
Like a nickname, do you remember?
Tequila! Mr Tequila! - Bingo.
We need to find the barman.
IN FRENCH:
Georgia, this is my wife, lvette.
Nice to meet you. - And you.
Are you leaving already?
IN FRENCH:
Really nice to meet you. - And you, Georgia.
I've heard so much about you.
IN FRENCH:
GEORGIA: Hi. Do you speak English? - BARMAN: I do.
There was a barman working here three years ago.
He had different coloured eyes, I think.
Ah. You are looking for Mboyo Lipasa.
He's no longer working here, I'm afraid.
He turned to drink.
Last I heard, he lost his home. He's living in le bidonville.
EMMANUEL: OK.
GEORGIA: What? What's le bidonville?
The slum of Kingabwa.
Out near the Congo riverbank.
We can go, but it could be dangerous.
It's all we've got, we have to try.
OK, OK.
I will collect you in the morning. - I appreciate it.
They say hope is to be able to see the light in spite of all the darkness.
If it was Gaelle on that footage...
How'd it go? Any luck?
Uh, we'll see.
You were gone a long time. - Yeah, we had a lot to catch up on.
There's some spare clothes in the wardrobe.
If you'd like.
MAN, IN SWAHILI: Moja, mbili... Moja, mbili...
INDISTINCT SHOUTS IN SWAHILI
IN SWAHILI:
GUN COCKS
IN SWAHILI:
TRAFFIC BLARES
INDISTINCT CHATTER
EMMANUEL, IN LINGALA: Oyebi tata moko Mboyo Lipasa?
CHILDREN CHATTER
EMMANUEL SPEAKS LINGALA
Madame, Mboyo Lipasa?
Mbote.
Mboyo Lipasa?
EMMANUEL SPEAKS LINGALA
Mboyo Lipasa?
HE SPEAKS LINGALA
GIRL SPEAKS LINGALA
Emmanuel, what's she saying?
Oyebi esika Mboyo Lipasa avandaka?
She knows where Mboyo lives. - Really?
Afandaka awa.
That one? OK...
Thank you. - Matondo.
Mboyo Lipasa?
IN FRENCH:
Mboyo Lipasa?
IN FRENCH:
GEORGIA: Sorry, do you speak English?
That depends on what you want to ask me.
HE CHUCKLES
You used to work at a place called Bar Eden.
A lifetime ago. For my many sins. - THEY CHUCKLE
You were working there the morning Sankuru Flight 12 went down.
You served me and my friend here, and another man.
You called him Mr Tequila, as if you knew him.
Do you recognise him?
MBOYO: Yeah, Mr Tequila!
He was in and out of the bar, almost all the time.
And always tequila.
Last thing at night or first thing in the morning, tequila.
Like it was water.
EMMANUEL: What can you tell us about him?
Do you know his real name? - He told us his name was Hennie Botha.
Does that mean anything to you?
You like my clothes?
GEORGIA: Uh, sure.
I am a sapeur, you see.
You've seen others like me?
Um, I think I have, but what does that have to do with—-
We believe there is no price on self-esteem.
I choose to wear my pride.
To express myself in this way
it comes at a price. You understand?
Pieter. His name was Pieter Bello.
Pieter Bello.
This man? Are you sure?
I heard him use it on the phone, once or twice.
Once or twice.
How is it that you still remember his name? After all these years?
There are some people, you know they are no good.
Their soul is rotten.
I knew it the first time I set eyes on him.
I would watch him. Waiting.
Expecting to see trouble follow him.
So, when I heard his name, it stuck in my mind like glue.
And was he? Was he ever any trouble?
Not with me.
But, ma'am...
we can never hide who we are.
DISTANT SHOUTS
You a religious man, Djamba?
Nah, neither am I.
Sometimes I wish I was.
You can't be, I suppose. Doing the things that you do.
I do what I have to.
Do you?
I've always lived with the belief that no one has to do anything.
COCKEREL RINGTONE
Too many pills to take. Which one, what time... I need reminders.
HE SIGHS
I should have chosen a different bloody sound.
Every time I hear a cockerel, I reach into my pocket.
Wondering which one I should take.
Pieter Bello, did you come here to talk?
No, forgive me.
No, I didn't.
There'll be more bags like that, if this works out.
How are we gonna find Pieter Bello?
He's from South Africa, so we start from there.
I have a contact in Johannesburg.
What is it? - Nothing.
JUDITH: Oh, good, you're here.
Judith, this is Emmanuel. - Hi. Nice to meet you.
I got a call from my neighbour. Somebody delivered this car for you.
They insisted I come back from work to sign for it.
But I didn't rent a car, |I'd have told you.
Well, paperwork's in your name, so somebody did.
CAR CHIMES