Blood Diamond Page #4

Can we just get through?

Back away from the fence.

But you are not a journalist.

I'm trying to get us to Kono.

- Do you understand that, huh?

- Getting B-roll. Wait.

Listen, I'm coming back.

I'm coming back just now.

How's it, my bru?

Have you got an extra smoke?

- Here.

- Oh, cheers.

I'm looking for someone, an American

by the name of Maddy Bowen.

- If you saw her, you would not forget it.

- Yeah, I know her.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Can you tell her Danny Archer's looking

for her? I've got the story she wants.

Okay, but I'm going out for a bit.

If I see her before, I'll tell her.

Magic. Listen, we'll be

right down the road, huh?

- Sweet. Cheers, bru.

- Cheers.

It is as I said.

You will say anything.

- You don't mind waiting?

- No worries.

- Thank you so much. I'll just be a sec.

- All right, Maddy.

Hi.

You got out.

Yes. Hello again.

- This is Solomon Vandy.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you.

So I'm on deadline. I've been waiting

four hours to use the phone.

- I've got someone holding my place in line.

- I understand. Come with me, huh?

All right. Here it is.

- There's a company called Tiara Diamonds.

- Right?

They get the stones

that I smuggle into Liberia.

Now, Van De Kaap

has no visible ties to Tiara...

...but through a series of cross holdings

and offshore bank accounts...

- ...they actually own it.

- You can prove this?

- If you help me out, yeah.

- Right, here it comes.

Before you say anything,

look at that man. You see him?

His entire village was burned down.

His wife and children, they got away.

He's been working in the mining camps,

trying to get his family back.

He cannot get through the red tape.

All I'm asking is this,

that you help him, huh?

And how do you know this man?

- I know him. I know him.

- Oh, come on, Archer.

You're using him.

I'm using him, and you are using me,

and this is how it works, isn't it?

Come on. Look, you've got access

to U.N. databases.

- You can track his family for him.

- Why?

This whole country's at war.

Why should I help just one person?

I can't believe I just said that.

My family's here, in Guinea?

Yes, according to the manifest.

I do not know how to thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

This is what a million people looks like.

At the moment, the second largest

refugee camp in Africa.

Might catch a minute of this on CNN,

somewhere between Sports and Weather.

- Hello.

- Yeah, hello?

I've spoken with Colonel Coedoo...

...and highlighted the names

we're looking for.

- Move away.

- What him doing?

Okay, I'm gonna check for you.

- Wait me there.

- Okay, thank you.

We are here to help you.

This woman says she has

spoken to Coedoo.

An entire country made homeless.

Two multiplied by three

is equal to six.

Two multiplied by four

is equal to eight.

Two multiplied by five

is equal to 10.

Two multiplied by six

is equal to 12.

Jassie.

Jassie!

Jassie!

- Jassie.

- Solo.

- Jassie.

- Solo.

Jassie. Jassie.

- Solomon.

- Jassie.

- Solomon.

- Jassie.

Dia. Dia.

Where is Dia?

Jassie!

They took him.

There are only two children

on the manifest.

- Where is my son?

- Oh, Christ.

Where is my son?

- Away from the fence.

- Where is my son?

Move away from the fence.

- Let them out! Let them out!

- Keep away from the fence.

Let them out!

Away from the fence.

- They'll shoot you!

- Jassie!

No! Solo!

Do you want your wife and child

to watch you die?

Solo! Solo!

They said they're concerned that

some of the refugees might be rebels...

...so they refused to release them

until there's a cease-fire.

I'm so sorry, Solomon.

What you want, Mr. Archer,

is beyond those hills...

...where I buried it.

You say the mine is on the Sewa River.

Where exactly?

Solomon.

I do not need a map.

Yeah, well, I do.

Look, we are down here, huh?

The press convoy

is on its way to Kono.

You say the diamond mine is up here.

Where did you bury it?

When we get to Kono,

we're gonna have to walk, all right?

You damn well better be able to find it.

My son is a very good student.

He walks five kilometers

to the Sister School...

...every morning to study English.

He's going to be a doctor one day.

"In the 90-degree heat,

Solomon Vandy drops to his knees...

...rattling the wire

with his powerful hands."

- What?

- Nothing.

Do you think I'm exploiting his grief?

You're right. It's sh*t.

It's like one of those infomercials.

You know, the little black babies

with swollen bellies and flies in their eyes.

So here I've got dead mothers,

I've got severed limbs, but it's nothing new.

It might be enough

to make people cry if they read it...

...maybe even write a check...

...but it's not gonna be enough

to make it stop.

I am sick of writing about victims,

but it's all I can f***ing do.

Because I need facts.

I need names. I need dates.

I need pictures. I need bank accounts.

People back home

wouldn't buy a ring...

...if they knew it cost

someone else their hand.

But I can't write that story...

...until I get facts

that can be verified...

...which is to say, until I find someone

who will go on record.

So if that is not you...

...and you're not really gonna help me,

and we're not really gonna screw...

...then why don't you get the f***

out of my face...

...and let me do my work?

Do you know that Solomon thinks

his son's gonna be a doctor one day?

Maybe his baby dies in that camp.

Maybe his daughter gets raped.

Who knows, maybe both.

Do you realize that

that diamond...

...is the only chance he has

of getting his family out?

- You don't give a rat's ass about his family.

- Do you understand that?

Listen, I need to get to Kono, all right?

The only way

is with the press convoy.

I'm a journalist,

and he's my cameraman, all right?

- No.

- Please, Maddy.

- Please.

- No!

After I smuggle the stones

across the border...

...local buyers get them

to a middleman in Monrovia.

Go on.

He pays off Customs and then certifies

that the diamonds were mined in Liberia.

That way, they can be legally exported.

Now, once they've reached

the buyers in Antwerp...

...diamonds are brought

to the sorting tables...

...no more questions are asked.

By the time they get to India...

...the dirty stones are mixed with

the clean stones from all over the world...

...and then they become

like any other diamonds.

And Van De Kaap

knows about all this?

Yeah.

When I get to London,

I meet with Simmons.

Supply and demand. You control the supply,

and you keep the demand high.

- Agreed.

- Good.

Now, there's an underground vault...

...where they put all the stones

they buy up to keep off the market...

...so they can keep the price high.

If rebels wanna flood the market

with a billion dollars' worth of rough...

...a company like Van De Kaap,

who says that they're rare...

...can't afford to let that happen.

Especially when they're telling

some poor sod...

...he's supposed to shell out

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