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 offhis 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 inquiry.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Don't get him started.
Better strap yourself in.
We're landing on the surface of the moon.
Hi. Uh, Robert Black,
freelance journalist.
I'm looking for Dr. Brandt.
Dr. Brandt? Yeah, he's just here.
He's traveling over from the village.
Thank you.
- Dr. Brandt?
- I'll see you over by the tent.
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.
Follow me. Come this way.
Youse need to go
all to the medical center,
quickly as possible.
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.
Our treatment center.
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