And over the years, didn't I protect you...
...teach you about diamonds, cut you in on the deals?
- Some might call it that, yeah. -But not you...
...because you done with me now, eh? On to bigger things.
I need a man that knows his way around up there.
Unless, of course, you wanna cut me in. Something pink?
Our deal went bad, and you owe me money.
I'll take a stone as payment.
Look, do you think if I found a stone like that, I'd still be on this continent?
- Come on. -Danny, give me your hand.
That's red earth. It's in our skin.
The Shona say the color comes from all the blood...
...that's being spilled fighting over the land.
This is home. You'll never leave Africa.
If you say so, sir.
So, what did you do, bury it?
Yeah. Yeah, I would have buried it, huh?
- What are you talking about? -What am I talking about? Come on, bru.
I'm late for work.
Pink, huh? The biggest one he'd ever seen.
You were in the mining camps, weren't you, bru?
Why else would that rebel with the bandaged eye make up such a story?
Go ask him.
Your mothers and fathers, your brothers and sisters are dead.
- You are dead! You have been reborn. -No!
- We are your family now. -No! No!
Your parents are weak.
They're the farmers. They're the fishermen.
They've done nothing but suck the blood from this country.
But you are the heroes who will save this nation.
You are not children anymore.
No one has ever given you respect...
...but with this in your hand, they go fear you.
If you do not get the respect you deserve...
...you will take it by shedding their blood.
- Repeat after me, shed their blood. -Shed their blood.
- Louder! Shed their blood! Shed their blood! -Shed their blood!
Make them hear you in Freetown. Shed their blood! Shed their blood!
Shed their blood! Shed their blood! Shed their blood!
- Dia Vandy, stand up. -Shed their blood! Shed their blood!
- Shed their blood! Shed their blood! -Put your hand on the gun.
Shed their blood! Shed their blood!
Shed their blood! Shed their blood!
- Shed their blood! Shed their blood! -Now squeeze the trigger.
Come on, Dia. Pull the trigger. Pull the trigger!
I know, I know. It's hard to be a man.
Sit up. Come.
But you are a soldier of the revolution now.
And I am your commander.
Whatever you need...
...guns, CDs, food...
...come to me. I will take care of you.
Today, you are promoted to the rank of captain.
How's it, bru?
- You got something for me, huh? -Yeah.
- So, what's new, M'Ed? -Fucking RUF.
Tried to hit the government building across the street.
Shit, man, half the people be soldiers today, RUF tomorrow.
- Might be time to get your family out, huh? -And go where?
Just fire up the chopper and fly away like you people?
This my country, man.
We here long before you came, long after you gone.
- Hi. I'm Maddy Bowen. -How about you dance with me?
- No, I don't dance. -Neither do I. Come on.
- So, Danny... -Archer.
When did you first start moving stones? Was it Angola?
Then you did the whole mercenary thing. Was that fun?
So, what are you? Nihilist? Opportunist?
Maybe I wasn't breast-fed as a child, huh?
You think I haven't met people like you before?
- I think you get off on people like me. -You think?
When did you first start working for Van De Kaap?
Christ, you never stop, do you?
No, I never stop.
Do you want me to stop?
Why don't we go back to your place, see what's in the minibar, huh?
I'm a print journalist. I drank it.
Is it possible that you don't care how many people die...
...because of the deals you do?
People here kill each other as a way of life. Always been like that.
So you can just watch it and go about your day?
Maybe we should all just write about it, then.
Look, thanks for the dance, huh?
- And a shot too, huh, M'Ed? -Sure.
You're a hard case, huh?
Tell me something, how long you been here in Africa, huh?
Three months. And before that, Afghanistan and Bosnia.
You come here with your laptop computer...
...and your malaria medicine and your little bottles of hand sanitizer.
Think you're gonna change the outcome, huh?
Let me tell you something. You sell blood diamonds too.
- Really? -Yeah.
Tell me, how is that?
Who do you think buys the stones that I bring out?
Dreamy American girls who all want a storybook wedding and a big, shiny rock...
...like the ones in the advertisements of your politically-correct magazines.
So, please, don't come here and make judgments on me, all right?
I provide a service. The world wants what we have, and they want it cheap.
We're in business together. Get over yourself, darling.
Okay, just to clarify, not all American girls want a storybook wedding...
...just like not all Africans kill each other as a way of life.
And yeah, it's a shit, shit world, but you know what?
Good things are done every day, just, apparently, not by you.
This place is about to explode.
I wanna spend my time with someone else.
You are listening to BBC World Service.
In Sierra Leone, Revolutionary United Front forces have been sighted...
...within 10 kilometers of the capital city of Freetown.
The minister of the interior has expressed confidence...
...that the government troops can repel the attack.
All foreign nationals are being advised to leave the country.
There are also unconfirmed reports...
...that atrocities are being committed by both sides in the rapidly worsening
The United Nations has described the refugee situation as critical.
Don't tell me you're gonna try and sell it yourself.
To who? And for what price, my friend?
You need my help, whether you like it or not.
- What are you talking about? -Here, let me help you with that.
You hear that? You hear that? They came into the city overnight.
It's started. What are you gonna do now, huh?
Listen, the right stone can buy anything. Information, safety, even freedom.
But a big stone does not stay secret for very long.
The moment you tell anyone about it, your life is absolutely worthless.
The only reason you're alive is you haven't told anyone where it is.
Am I right? Am I?
Who do you think got you out of jail, huh?
- That makes us partners. -I am not your partner!
What if I helped you find your family?
What do you know of my family?
The relief agencies are useless, the hospitals are overwhelmed.
- There are other ways, bru. -Liar.
Look at me. I know people, huh? White people.
Without me, you're just another black man in Africa, all right?
We got no time. What's it gonna be?
You would say anything. How can I trust you?
I don't give a fuck about you, all right? That diamond could be priceless!
We split it, and you get your family. What's it gonna be, yes or no? Yes or no?
- Where will we go? Where do we go? -Come on, follow me!
Get your ass over here!
Come on, come on.
No, this way.
Fuck! Go, go, go!
This way. Stay low.
Come on. Go, go, go. Come on.
It's okay. It's okay, it's okay.
- Is there another way? -That bridge is the only way across, huh?
So, what do we do?
- You are RUF, huh? And I am your prisoner. -What do you mean?
You wanna see your son again, don't you? You stay behind me.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Bring that pink chicken skin over here, huh?
Now let me shoot that pink ass, boy.
Where are we going?
Lungi's under government control.
I'm gonna try to locate a sat phone to get in contact with my pilot, all right?
I have agreed to nothing.
You're in a bit of a conundrum there, my friend.
You know what that means? It means you have no choice.