In the beginning,
there was nothing.
Then zero became one.
One became two.
Two became ten .
Ten became a million.
Where am I?
I was supposed to... be taken...
to the Radisson Blu, from the airport.
He told me that you'd be wasted.
Who told you that?
For 300 dollars, I didn't ask any questions.
Not like I don't need the money anyway.
He told me to give you the phone.
He said he's going to call it.
Wait, who's gonna call me? Wait.
Just put the earpiece on.
Wait! Who's gonna call me?
Radis... Radisson Blu?
My bags, my things, where are my things?
Why are you laughing at me?
Why is he laughing?
Did you take my things? Did you take my bags?
Do you speak English?
Where... where are my bags?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Help.
Help!
Help. Oh, shit!
What the fuck is this?
Fuck.
Hello, my friend.
-Who is this? - Run.
Why?
Hey, why are you filming me? I need help.
The village on your right. Run!
Hey!
Hey, you!
I'm an American! Hey, I'm an American!
Hey, someone strapped this bomb on me!
-I need help. - They're not going to help you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Trust me, you'll end up rotting
in a Senegalese prison.
If you want to live ...
-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -... run!
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Watch out for the sheep.
Right.
Hide behind the crates on your left.
Pretty good, "Wall Street."
You're safe, for now.
What do you want with me?
There's a colorful shop
at the end of the street. See it?
Yeah, I see it.
The owner is waiting for you inside.
Cops coming your way.
Oops! Watch out!
Sorry, I didn't do anything.
Senegalese prisons are no joke.
Check your back pocket.
A gift.
Shit, sorry.
Fuck... okay.
- That was great! -Okay.
Well done!
I wasn't sure you had it in you.
Rise and breathe, my friend.
Rise and breathe.
Looking good there, boy.
Shit.
-Shit. Shit! - The phone is locked.
I call in. You're not allowed to call out.
Listen, I have a phone call to make
that has nothing to do with you or this situation.
You let me do that, then we talk.
Ah, your phone call.
I know why you're here.
What makes you think she wants to talk to you?
-Okay, what do you want with me? - Five missions.
You do what I say, when I say it.
Finish those missions before your chronometer hits zero ...
... and you live,
take longer and you die. Simple as that.
This is about my client's money. There's no need for this.
There's no need.
I'm getting it out of the account.
Are you done?
Inside pocket.
I'm the one giving you money. But that's for later.
You have a little over nine hours.
One false step, another wink at the police,
try using another phone, and it ends for you.
Or...
I'll turn myself over to the cops.
Go ahead.
If I'm lying,
you end up in jail for assaulting two officers.
If I'm telling the truth... you die.
I want you to prove to me what a special person you are.
You, my friend,
are the beginning of something great.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick ...
Okay. Okay.
Okay. I understand.
I do what you ask, no one gets hurt, and I live.
That's the deal.
Now give your watch to the owner of the shop.
He'll get you to the beach.
The beach?
Hey, no problem. The cops, they're gone.
Put it on.
No, no, no.
No!
See the big one?
His name is Missile.
You're going to take his phone
from him.
And how am I supposed to do that?
You have five minutes.
Hey, boss. Boss.
Low battery.
What the hell?
I was kidding.
I was kidding! I was just kidding.
-I was just kidding. -Who are you? I don't care!
Okay. Okay.
Yeah, it's a real bomb!
I don't wanna hurt you, okay?
-Stay back, I don't wanna... -Sorry. What is your problem?
I just need your phone.
Hey, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stay back!
Start the goddamn bike!
You killed them.
I didn't kill anyone.
You gave him your watch.
My watch was a bomb?
You told me no one would get hurt.
That was a bigger explosion
than I expected.
Just imagine what the one on your chest will do.
You believe me now?
Second mission.
You're going to give that phone
to a man named Onaye.
Location sent.
Come on.
The sausages will be spicier today.
Am I the next on the list?
Now get the fuck out of my restaurant.
And tell the man on the phone not to contact me ever again.
I just want to tell you,
what a wonderful job you're doing.
Mission number two,
give the box to a man named ...
...Onaye.
No, I don't know.
Onaye?
No.
Onaye!
Hey,
you are the American.
Do you know how much money we just lost
because Missile is not fighting?
- He's the bitch! - You're gonna leave
your blood here.
Have some, gentleman.
We have the best meat all around Dakar.
Have a seat.
So, you've got something for me?
Hmm, Rihan did his job.
Oh, I'm sorry for that.
They thought you were the other one.
What other one?
Oni... Onaye?
Uh-huh.
Thanks.
You have the same earpiece.
Who are you?
What the hell was that for?
Oh.
I guess the phone didn't tell you.
Well, bomb number two,
meet bomb number one.
Times are identical.
I remember getting off the plane.
After that... nothing.
Same with you?
What do you do?
Why?
Because we both have bombs strapped to our fucking chests.
I thought I was dealing with someone I'd pissed off.
But now that you're in the picture,
I'm trying to figure out what the connection is,
you fucking mongrel.
Fuck.
What better candidates
than a man whose wealth and a man whose violence
defines them as much as the country they represent?
Mission number three, the Green House.
Onaye helped me. I help him.
You belong to him until the mission is done.
This is Cherif, our leader.
What's inside this box belongs to him.
And this contains the location of the Green House.
So, what's the Green House?
A secret hideout
where Cherif is being held hostage.
Hostage?
What are we talking about here?
We're talking about an imam,
who didn't like what these people does and represent.
So, they kidnapped him.
There's a drug deal in place.
You are the buyers,
and that will be your occasion to take Cherif out.
Job done, then mission accomplished.
No, it's not my job.
Guys, I'll take you there. You get him out,
and your mission is done.
I don't give a shit. Let's just get it done.
No, I'm not risking my ass
on a suicide mission for this fucking asshole.
This is getting fun.
You two are now partners.
If one of you continues on and the other doesn't,
you both blow up.
Simple as that.
Good luck, gentlemen.
We need to find a way out of this
-before we all get killed. -Fuck off!
What a view, right?
Welcome to the land of Barka.
There was a time when the street kids of this country
had no one to represent them.
Until a young hero came along to unite them all.
Much like Jack in The Lord of the Flies.
They hate adults.
They call this place the Green House.
I don't really know why.
But don't be fooled,
these kids are much smarter
than the two of you might think.
How do you know Missile?
- Missile? - Yes.
How do you know he sent us?
Because he always sends foreigners here.
Well, we're here.
So, what do you want?
Cocaine?
Fenta?
Weed?
Mm, meth?
What's up with him?
Hey, he's okay. He's my bodyguard.
He is a little slow sometimes.
Jerk, asshole, whatever word you have for it here,
but, uh... he's... he's fine.
Let me handle it, okay? Give me a second? All right.
Hey, come on. Let's go. Let's go on a walk.
Yeah, you got it.
I know how to deal with people like this.
You don't have a fucking clue.
Stop being a dick. You got something better?
Yeah, I just fucking punch this clown,
we find the fucking Cherif guy, whatever the fuck his name is.
Listen, let me do my thing.
If it doesn't work, you do yours.
-Jesus Christ. -Okay? Okay?
Fuck.
Let's do business.
Let's have a drink first.
-Don't fuck it up. -Fuck off!
Cheers, USA.
Cheers, thanks for having us.
-Ahh. -So,
you guys wanna taste a sample of my coke?
Of course we do.
He tries the product.
Your turn. Go on.
You don't try, I don't sell.
All right.
Quality stuff.
Have more.
All right. We're in.
How much do you want?
- Million dollars' worth. - Mm.
-And we will take Cherif. -And he will take Cherif.
Yeah, the both of us.
Stupid white punk.
Who are you two?
Hey.
Hey, have a seat, yeah.
You're gonna be fine.
Okay.
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa!
Yeah, you want to fight.
You're an idiot.
You're a shitty bodyguard.
Fuck you.
Fuck you, Santa Claus.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
What the hell did you give us?
My anti-bullshit mixture.
You let us go right now or I set this thing off.
I can see the timer, asshole.
This piece of shit of Onaye.
He really thought he could play us?
I'll give you money.
These CFAs?
Okay, I'll wire you money.
-Hey. -Come on, don't even, man.
-Hey, hey! -Don't even fuck--
Hey.
Come on, man!
No, no, no, no, no.
I can wire you money, real money, okay?
Listen.
I specialize in hiding my clients' funds
all over the world.
I can make you rich.
I can make you real rich.
All right?
Wake up.
No, no, no.
Okay!
Pleasure doing business with you, my friend.
- My man. That was crazy. - Yeah. That was great.
Yeah. Tonight was cool, man.
Okay, time to go. Can you untie my friend now?
Fuck!
I saved your life.
What did you do?
I wired that asshole a million dollars
from a very dangerous person's account.
If I make it out of this alive, I'm still a dead man.
Yeah, do you understand what I'm saying?
You're welcome.
Fucking dick.
Hello?
The Beluga blew up,
and the Lebanese is dead.
Looks like...
the Indian guy was carrying an explosive.
Who the fuck is the Indian?
- Are we next, huh? - Hold on a minute, here.
Do you know what we had to go through to get him out?
Oh, yeah, I fucking know.
Following orders from the man in the sky like all of us, huh?
-What? -Ngor Village.
-Ngor Village! Ngor Village! -The bus.
We were hired to drug you
before putting those things on you.
In exchange, he gave you to us to free my father.
Hey! We risked our asses to get him out!
He sent you for a mission. It's to get me out, not to save me.
-Whoa! -Hey!
Tell him to put the gun away!
Stop this fucking van!
He'll never let you be free!
No.
Wow, what an explosion!
You two are getting good at this.
You did it again. You killed them.
Running from the van
seconds before it explodes...
From my view, it looks like you killed them.
I'm not gonna be part of innocent people
dying anymore.
And what makes you think they're all innocent?
What gives you the right to decide?
If not me, then whom?
Shit.
I'm done.
I'm fucking done. Blow us up. Go ahead.
Don't you want to make that phone call?
-I'm done. I'm done! -Come on. Come on!
Come on! Come on, let's go!
Remain out in the open where I can see you.
No, no. This place is crawling with cops.
They're gonna be everywhere in two minutes.
We need more time than that.
I don't care.
You have ten minutes before your next mission.
What else?
-Follow me. -No.
No, I'm not going anywhere, man.
I'm done.
I'm done. What?
What?
- Shit! - No! Fuck!
-What's wrong? -I don't know! It fucking died!
Shit!
What'd you do, man?
You were supposed to fucking kill him!
He broke my arm.
-Do something! -I'm fucking trying!
-Let's go! -Give me a goddamn second!
Wait! Please, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Remember the day we talked about?
It's today.
Fuck! Not again.
So, you're stealing kids' phones now, huh?
Yeah, bad luck for the kid.
Don't worry. I neutralized the phone.
He can't hear us.
So, India...
What do you think?
I need a closer look.
Hello, pretty eyes.
We got four minutes.
So, you woke up in the car
and it was already strapped to your chest?
Couldn't take it out?
Where am I?
-What is this place? -Sit down.
Yeah, that's a good boy. Stay still.
Light this.
All right, relax.
Yeah.
What? The fucker wants us to get haircuts now?
- Shit. - What?
Did this person also tell you it's a fucking Nzinga?
A... a what?
Congolese. Extremely rare.
The last ones we know about
were used in the '90s by militia groups.
It's a chemical compound created by Mobutu's engineers
filled with EPX-2.
It was first created for rocket fuel...
but the shit was too unstable.
Then it was forgotten about
and re-developed as an explosive.
Whatever it is he wants, he decided to make some noise.
Can it be disarmed?
Possibly.
Is that a good "possibly"?
Don't trust everything you hear.
It could easily be someone using a voice scrambler.
He could be anyone,
he could be a seven-year-old boy from Nigeria.
He could be a she.
So these are timed to go off
when the chronometers get to zero.
He is monitoring you by GPS.
So, I can't bring you to my guys.
I don't understand what's going on here.
-Who are you? -I'm a... friend of your friend.
But he's not my friend. How do you two know each other?
Does he always ask this many questions?
Yeah, unfortunately.
-Thank you. -Hey, uh, guys?
We gotta get going.
He hasn't noticed yet.
So, let's keep using the kid's phone, like before.
Hey.
I really need to make a phone call.
A phone... Are you fucking serious?
Please, it's important.
Make it quick.
Is it still in the flat?
Yeah.
You sure they're not after the money?
What do you think?
This is special equipment.
This guy's not just a random psycho.
Hey.
All set.
Once you turn them on,
he'll be able to hear and track you again.
All right. See you, sister.
And you...
Hope to see you again.
Yeah, me too.
Who is she?
Ah, an engineer I knew from Afghanistan.
Don't worry about it.
-Afghanistan? -Yeah.
-Military? -I was.
-And you trust her? -With my life.
You ready?
Where have you been?
We had to hide for a minute. We're good now.
Does this mean anything to you?
I assume that's a yes.
Fuck!
Wonderful. Now, moving on to your partner.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Now that you're both focused,
you have two more missions.
One more misstep
and I blow up anything or anyone you care about.
Is that clear?
I want to hear that you understand!
Yes.
Mission number four
is a rather charming man named Daniel.
There's a red vintage automobile parked at your location.
Keys are in it.
Daniel will be waiting for you at the Colobane bus stop,
in front of the hospital.
You can't miss him.
I'll be monitoring your progress.
And... try to have a good time.
What did he send you?
It's done.
Are you okay?
I got fucked over.
Is she okay?
Momo is on it.
Your papers will be ready in three days.
See you in Dakar.
You're the only thing I have left.
He sent me the fucking address where all my money is.
That's what he sent me.
What's he got on you?
I met a woman here...
18 years ago on a business trip.
She died two weeks ago.
That's when I found out I have a daughter here.
She'd be 17, I think.
I've never met her.
I searched the internet for her, but...
all I have is a memorized phone number.
He knows who she is.
That's what he sent me.
All right, man.
Let's get this over with.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Gentlemen.
I'm Daniel.
Yeah, we know.
What's next?
We've got time.
For what?
For killing time.
Welcome to Medina.
Your Western Wiki might describe this place
as the ancient most populous area of Dakar.
The cultural center of the city.
I call it home.
Be on your best behavior, boys.
People in this neighborhood are very sensitive.
Well, that's too bad.
I was looking forward to blowing something up.
So, where are you from?
I'm from that place that they signed
the Declaration of Independence.
I used to teach history there.
Now I live here.
May I?
How do you know the man on the phone?
Wait here.
Emmanuel!
Look at you!
You got big.
You're all dressed up! Wow!
Are you ready to go?
Come on, come on.
Oh, fuck me.
This is Emmanuel.
You... you brought us here for a fucking goat?
He's not just any goat.
-Take him. -No.
Take him.
Yeah, tie your hand around here.
There you go.
Hold his chin. It makes him feel comfortable.
That's right. Let's go.
That's good shit. That's good.
Okay, let's go, come on.
Let's go.
Come on.
Emmanuel is the most famous ram in Senegal.
He even has his own social media following.
He's exceptional, just like you guys.
So we're all supposed to go fuck a sheep now?
No, no, no, no, no. There's no-- none of that here.
I don't know where you're from.
No, he's coming with us.
Where?
You'll find out.
Easy, easy.
Emmanuel, we'll be right back.
What are we doing here?
We're getting you ready.
Ready for what?
For the party.
New outfits, huh?
New mission, new chapter.
Time's up.
So, what do you think, Emmanuel?
Do you think these boys can walk the walk?
Yeah, I know you're right.
Wait until you see the chip I got for you.
You're a lucky fella.
She's gonna love you.
How do you know him?
We've actually never met.
Why trust him?
Trust has nothing to do with it.
Listen, we're all born with a ticking clock.
The main thing is...
is that our death serves a greater purpose.
For many people here, living can be
more painful than dying.
And what's this, uh... greater purpose
for all the people that have died today?
You think because you saw a little death,
it makes you all of a sudden more righteous?
Look around you.
Look at the conditions these people are living in.
No jobs,
no money.
They have nothing.
Right?
And you people call it a third-world country
so you can feel better
about your own standard of living.
But look closer, my friends.
This is a misery you created and fed on for centuries
and it won't save you from the truth.
The truth that these people are the light.
Because they don't need your appetite
for material wealth
to understand the meaning of happiness.
You talk of people dying, but, instead...
think about how you should start living, my brothers.
From zero comes the one.
From the one come the million.
Rise and breathe, my friends.
Rise and breathe.
Because death isn't the end when your life has meaning.
What you're going to accomplish
will start a fire so large
it will shake the order of things to come.
And I couldn't be prouder
to be by your side when it happens.
Right?
The guy on the phone...
What the hell does he want with us?
He wants to release you once you're done,
just like he told you.
How do you know?
Because I'm the one that's gonna release you.
After my wedding.
-Our mission is your wedding? -Your mission comes after.
For now, Emmanuel is my present to my bride's family,
and you're gonna be my witnesses.
We're gonna be your what?
You're gonna play your part when I handle my business.
After...
I'll set you free.
Now, would you please stop strangling my ram?
- Okay. - Thank you.
-Mama! -Daniel!
This is a private ceremony.
So, I would like you to behave
in front of my bride's family.
What does that mean?
Well, thanks for being here.
It's nice to meet Daniel's friends.
Did he tell you that he's the only American
to have obtained the right to teach in a Koranic school?
I even asked Daniel if he's gonna take me to Philadelphia.
Babe, you don't want to go to America, believe me.
No? Why's that?
America?
The place that only took a few centuries
to become worse than the empire that spawned it?
The place that exterminated all the original inhabitants?
The place that enslaved the very people who built it?
And like a plague of hateful intentions,
proceeds to destroy and destabilize
the rest of the world?
This is your place?
This is not a country.
It's a disease.
Well, now you understand
why his previous school fired him.
Yeah, well, I want to teach to enlighten
and liberate, not to control.
If you gentlemen would excuse me,
I have some business to attend to.
Cut it.
Okay.
You've done very, very well.
Thank you.
Last mission.
Follow Daniel...
Let's go.
...to your freedom.
You can lose those.
We've arrived.
Right on time.
I couldn't have chosen two better soldiers.
These things aren't going off, are they?
That was never part of the plan.
Then why is he here?
'Cause I'm going with you.
Daniel is terminally ill.
He agreed to keep you here.
In exchange, I will take care of his new bride
and the people of his neighborhood
for the rest of their lives.
I'm sorry.
Fuck this.
I told you, no other phone.
Good old India.
She played her part to perfection.
Between her daughter's life and yours,
she had to make a choice.
It's time.
Your fifth...
...and final mission.
You're gonna kill these kids?
Kids, move! Get away! Move!
Move, kids! Run! Go! Move!
Move! Go, go!
-Daniel! Daniel! Daniel! -Daniel! Daniel! Daniel!
Daniel! Daniel!
Daniel! Daniel! Daniel!
Let it go, brother.
Rise and breathe.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight. Seven. Six.
Five.
Four.
Three. Two.
One.
Zero--
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Come on. We need to get away from people.
Zero.
Thank you, Daniel.
What a great soul.
Beautiful work, my friends.
You've just slaughtered a Koranic schoolteacher
in front of his students.
Looks like you've managed to piss off
an entire population.
We did it!
You will awaken the millions of the oppressed
who have been waiting for a fire to be lit!
You should be proud.
Rise and breathe.
Your deaths serve a great purpose.
So long, my good friends.
Tick-tock.
Tick...
tock.
Tick...
tock.
It's you--
Today is a very dark day
in the history of Senegal and the world.
The deadliest attacks the country has ever witnessed
took the lives of Alpha Cheik Diop,
Ali Rihan, Cherif Abdou Fall and his son Onaye Fall,
the leaders of the FLAO,
Front de Libération de l'Afrique de l'Ouest,
the pro-democratic political party
that had a massive following
both inside and outside the country.
News organizations around the world
have received anonymous drone footage
showing two men, identified as Americans,
at the scene of the attacks
just moments before each explosion.
These same two men were also identified
in the execution of a beloved professor
in front of his students
at the Muhammad Usman Koulobali Koranic School.
There are unsubstantiated reports
that the individuals detonated a bomb
on a secluded beach outside the city,
taking their own lives.
The attacks, seen as blatant terrorism
against Muslim targets, has revived
the anger of a population that had hoped for change,
and the Senegalese government
has requested the immediate departure
of the American ambassador.
Muslim leaders across the globe
are condemning the attacks
and pointing fingers at the West
as the "I am Dakar" movement mushrooms on social media
and protesters flood--
Wakey, wakey.
Ouch.
In the beginning...
...there was nothing.
Then zero
became one.
♪ Pleasant speech And beautiful lies ♪
♪ Was in a dream Who played with their lives ♪
♪ I'm breathing But I'm dead inside ♪♪
♪ Inside ♪
♪ They'll burn my wings ♪
♪ When mine played out ♪♪
♪ They'll go worship Someone else tonight ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ And I just want to be free ♪
♪ But I'm attracted By the light ♪
♪ At night they worship All the butterflies ♪
♪ They worship All the butterflies ♪
♪ And I just want to be free ♪
♪ But I'm attracted By the light ♪
♪ At night, they worship All the butterflies ♪
♪ Even when they fall From the sky ♪
♪ Ah-hh ♪
Thank you and bye-bye.