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but, under the circumstances,

I thought it might be quite a good idea.

I see.

- David will be disappointed.

- Well, I'll write to David, of course I will.

Of course.

I just hope you can do as much good there

as you could've done here.

Look, somebody's calling me. I'd better go.

Sure.

All right. Listen, bye, Sarah. I'll be in touch.

Bye.

When you're not treating the president or his

family, the hospital could use your expertise.

This is one of our new medical wards.

Further down the corridor are the operating

theatres, which the president has paid for.

- Yes, sir.

- Hi, Doctor.

Welcome to Mulago. Dr...?

Garrigan. Hello.

I do hope you find the hospital

up to the standard you're used to.

Excuse me. Who was that?

Your predecessor Dr Junju.

- Never mind him.

- Excuse me, sir.

He's here.

- Excuse me a moment.

- Of course.

- Hello.

- Jolly nice to meet you.

Dr Garrigan.

Just topping up on quinine.

- So, you decided to stay?

- Yes, I did.

Excellent. I just wanted to say that if there's

anything we can possibly help you with,

please don't hesitate.

What? You're my new best friend now?

Do just stay in touch.

Why?

Well, given that we were

so intimately involved

with the President coming to power,

the foreign office has asked me

to point out our awareness

of your very unique personal relationship

with President Amin.

Should you find the need to clarify your

status regarding details of that relationship,

we would of course welcome any clarification

you might feel the need to share with us.

Is there some special school

where you people learn to talk that bollocks?

Do, please, stay in touch.

You take care now.

This man is going to kill the president.

So Nicholas walks up to that cow

and he shoots it in the head.

On your marks. Get set.

Go!

Amin. Amin.

I won.

- OK. Here, Nicholas.

- No, no, no.

- Before I forget, I need to ask a favour.

- Anything.

I will be in Libya next week, and I need you

to attend a meeting in my place.

- What kind of meeting?

- A simple matter of taste and common sense.

I cannot think of anyone better than you.

Gentlemen. Please, don't get up.

The president sends his apologies.

He's been called away at short notice

and he's asked me to step in.

- And you are?

- Nicholas Garrigan. His doctor.

- His doctor?

- Yes.

- And you are?

- I'm the Austrian foreign minister.

This is Dr Rommel,

one of our leading architects,

and Dr Bruner

from the institute of civil engineering.

Together, we are the first bid.

Bid, right.

For what, precisely?

I love it.

Good choice. Modern, elegant.

A symbol of Uganda's future.

Here is where we will have

the next Pan-African Congress.

- Nice.

- My two closest advisers.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

- Look what Nicholas has designed for me.

- Nice.

- I didn't design anything. It was...

- Nonsense.

You have a wonderful eye.

Jonah, he has no taste.

Look at him.

Even his suits, they look silly.

Is that not right, Jonah?

- What is it you want, Jonah?

- I have ministerial papers for your signature.

Go. I will sign them later.

I do not like the way that man looks at me.

- Do you think he looks at me strangely?

- No.

No, I can't say that I've noticed.

OK, enlargement of the mediastinum

and reticulonodular lung patterns

all indicating pulmonary TB.

Yeah, but it could be...

What was that?

Makindye prison,

where Obote's people are being held.

Can you hear that?

Dr Garrigan. Dr Garrigan.

Please come quickly.

The president's son is sick.

What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with him?

Can you hear me, child?

I'm begging you to stop it, Mackenzie.

- OK. Thank you. You can step away.

- Stop it, Mackenzie, please.

- Hi. Your son's epileptic?

- I don't know.

- What? Has he been like this before, then?

- Yes.

Right, OK. Can you hold his knees up

against his chest? The other hand back here.

- This is Campbell?

- This is Mackenzie.

Mackenzie. Right.

Mackenzie, I am Dr Garrigan, OK?

We're gonna sort you out.

We'll get you to hospital.

No, no. The president will not allow it.

You must do what you can do from here.

- The child has to go to hospital.

- Please.

Please.

It's OK. Mamma's here.

Mamma's here. It's OK. Mamma's here.

OK. OK.

There you are. OK.

- There we are.

- Thank you. Thank you, Doctor.

I thought I was losing him.

It's OK. He's gonna be fine.

Could you move the toys

from that bed, please?

Could you move the toys

from that bed, please?

Big boy.

Big boy. Here we go.

- OK, baby. I'm so sorry. Sorry.

- It's OK. Don't say sorry.

Don't say sorry.

- So this is where you live?

- Yes.

Why not stay with the other wives?

Since I had Mackenzie, my husband

prefers us to be somewhere more private.

This is ridiculous.

I think your child has epilepsy.

It's a perfectly treatable condition.

- The president does visit you here?

- He visits the children, not me.

I'm a bad omen.

OK.

I'm gonna make an appointment

for Mackenzie at the hospital. All right?

I will tell the president

how helpful you have been.

Morning, Nicholas.

I could not go

without thanking you for helping my son.

- Don't mention it.

- I bring you a small gift.

No doctor should be without his ambulance.

- For me?

- Yes, come, come. This is yours here.

- What do you think?

- Are you serious? It's a fantastic gift.

Are you happy now? Let's try it. Drive me to

the airport. I have to fly to Libya on business.

- Don't you think I should get dressed?

- Quickly. Quickly.

- Now?

- Yes.

I'll just be a minute.

- Are you comfortable here?

- Very much, thank you.

So it was Obote's men

who attacked the prison, yeah?

- Yes.

- Right.

We heard the gunfire

all the way at the hospital.

- Yes. My soldiers, they held them off.

- We thought there'd be lots of casualties.

Do you want to drive your car? I want

to see you drive your car. Please. Come.

- Come.

- OK.

So, you do not like the way I treat my son.

No. No, I don't.

Hiding him away like that, it's ruining his life.

- That boy has everything he wants.

- Except the treatment that could save him.

He has comfort, a luxury life.

Money, sir, is no substitute for anything.

Nicholas, you have never been poor.

What about Kay? Don't you think...?

Do not speak about things

you do not understand.

But the way you are concerned,

it has touched me

and I will consider.

You know, I like this type

of frank conversation.

Yes, I respect your honesty

and your opinion completely.

Drive. Drive.

Drive past. Drive.

Drive.

Obote's men. I'm sure of it.

If I had not been in your car...

It is in my dream. They cannot kill me.

It is in my dream.

Somebody told his men my travel plans.

Somebody has betrayed me.

I cannot trust anybody.

I'm surrounded by traitors.

Masanga.

Nicholas. Nicholas.

You know Masanga.

He is one of my people.

He will handle

all of my security matters from now on.

Yes, sir.

- You will take care of me and this country.

- Yes, sir.

Where is Jonah Wasswa?

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