Blood Diamond Page #2

The colonel's not going to be happy

about you losing the diamonds.

Forget the colonel.

There's a fisherman in there, all right?

He might've found a pink. Big one.

What about the colonel?

He'll want that stone.

Screw the colonel.

I'll contact our friends in London.

If this stone is as big as I think,

we're gonna need a real buyer, all right?

What? What?

London wants nothing more

to do with you.

"Arrest in Sierra Leone of Daniel Archer,

former mercenary and smuggler..."

"Retains close ties

to Van De Kaap diamond cartel.

Sources say they deny

any affiliation whatso--"

F***ing hell.

Listen, his name

is Solomon Vandy, all right?

Van De Kaap is gonna want that stone,

whatever they say. You just get him out.

Get him out.

Yeah, can you tell Mr. Simmons

that Danny Archer called. Right.

Archer. A-R-C-H-E-R.

Afternoon, darling, huh?

Big white man all alone.

That is no fine.

- I'm safe, huh? No HIV.

- Yeah, yeah. I've heard that one before.

Archer, I know where to get

nice baby diamond just for you.

- Not now, next time.

- Come on, Archer.

I said not now, next time. Bugger off.

Solomon Vandy?

What do you want?

It seems you made a friend in prison.

- Hey.

- How the body, Mr. Archer?

The body fine, M'Ed.

So you want something nice, huh?

The best you can get ahold of, all right?

Take me a few days,

but I go find you something special.

All right. You hear

they took Marampa yesterday?

- Really?

- Now, come on.

You know every move they make.

When are they gonna hit us?

Oh, I imagine they come

do some shopping very soon.

Yeah, yeah.

Got any smokes back there?

Yeah.

Who's that, huh?

All right.

- Can I offer you a cigarette?

- Oh, no, thanks.

You listening to this?

I am profoundly sorry.

The world is falling apart,

and all we hear about is Blowjobgate.

I believe he's sorry.

When was the last time the world

wasn't falling apart, huh?

A cynic. Why don't you sit down

and make me miserable?

- Danny Archer.

- Maddy Bowen.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- American, huh?

- Guilty.

Well, Americans usually are.

Says the white South African?

I'm from Rhodesia.

We say Zimbabwe now,

don't we?

- Do we?

- Last time I checked.

Don't tell me,

you're here to make a difference.

- And you're here to make a buck?

- I'm here for lack of a better idea.

- That's a shame.

- Not really.

Peace Corps types only

stay around long enough...

...to realize they're not helping anyone.

Government only wants

to stay in power...

...until they've stolen enough

to go into exile somewhere else.

And the rebels, they're not sure

they want to take over.

Otherwise,

they'd have to govern this mess.

- But TIA, right, M'Ed?

- TIA.

What's TIA?

- "This is Africa," huh?

- Right.

- You want another?

- Sure.

So which one are you?

- Smuggler?

- Am I?

Somehow you don't strike me

as the UNICEF type.

How about soldier of fortune?

Or is that too much of a clich?

Diamonds?

- If I told you I was a missionary...?

- For Van De Kaap?

Better watch that type of talk,

Miss Bowen.

In America, it's bling-bling,

but out here, it's bling-bang, huh?

I wouldn't want you

getting in any trouble.

How much trouble

do you think I would get into...

...for talking about blood diamonds?

- You're a journalist.

- That's right.

Piss off, huh?

For five years, this country has reported

almost no diamond exports...

...while Liberia, right next door,

has exported 2 billion dollars' worth.

Very odd, considering that Liberia

has no diamonds to speak of.

I'm shocked.

Van De Kaap denies trading blood

diamonds, but admits it's impossible...

...to tell where a diamond comes from

unless their smuggler gets caught.

What do you want from me, huh?

You know all about Van De Kaap.

Help me out. Off the record.

Well, off the record, I like to get kissed

before I get f***ed, huh?

Sh*t.

- Cordell. How is it, Shona?

- Long time, pal.

- How's Alice?

- She's well, thanks.

Tim must be in school, right?

- Big kids, big problems, you know?

- Yeah, yeah.

I heard you got into a spot of trouble

in the bush, huh?

Well, you know the bush, right, bru?

- Company doing well?

- Can't complain.

Eleven wars in the continent.

We're keeping busy.

So, what, you're here on holiday, huh?

- How's the colonel?

- He sends his regards.

Good, good. Score us a loose, huh?

Smoking will kill you, bru.

Only if I live, right?

That's for breaking my TV, bru.

Tell the colonel he'll get his money.

I'll come see him soon.

Ten more.

Come. Come.

Go on.

Dia. Dia. Come here.

Get away from there.

Go. Go, Mama.

Stay down.

Excuse me,

my name's Solomon Vandy--

- Check the list.

- I have checked the list.

- File papers at the Office for Refugees.

- Sir, I have filed papers with the office.

Then God help you,

because I can't.

- Please, sir--

- Next.

- Sir-- Sir, no, please.

- Hey, hey. Me, me, me.

Husband here. One year we look.

Hurry, Mom. Go.

Dia! Dia!

- Jassie!

- Dia!

- Mama!

- Dia!

Jassie! Mama!

He's been waiting.

What took you?

What are you gonna do,

shoot me right here, huh, Shona?

Now, don't be a wanker, man. Get in.

- Hello, Danny.

- Colonel.

You look well.

Clean living and a pure heart,

I suppose, huh?

Walk with me.

It seems the rebels have taken back

the diamond fields, Danny.

The government

of Sierra Leone has contracted us...

...to go in there

and take the rebels down.

So you sell the rebels weapons...

...the government hires you

when they use them? Nice, sir.

I assume you're asking

for mining concessions, huh?

We save the government,

they show their gratitude.

And you get rich, right?

How long have I known you, Danny?

I was... I was 19, sir.

And you survived.

A lot of boys didn't. Why is that?

Just lucky, I guess.

No, you were a good soldier.

But I made you better, didn't I?

Yes, sir. Yes, you did.

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?

Sir...

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 arm make up such a story?

Go ask him.

Thank you.

Your mothers and fathers,

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