The Last King of Scotland Page #4

Where is he? I need my minister.

A minister should be by his president's side.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

And you call yourself my closest adviser.

You see? You see? These loyal soldiers,

already they have captured the criminals.

Do not pity them, Nicholas.

These men here, they wanted you dead.

Why did you try to kill me?

I will not die until I say.

Look at me.

You work for him. Obote.

That drunk, silly man.

You want to kill me for that drunk, silly man?

Uganda loves me

because I am loyal

and I am fair.

I am your president.

Come, Nicholas. This is no place for us.

These, I can read you later. And the rest,

that's just pro forma papers for you to sign.

I've left a small list of medical equipment

at the end for my old surgery in Mogambo.

Is there anything else, Nicholas?

Nicholas.

It's probably nothing, sir.

What?

Nicholas,

you are my closest adviser.

Please, tell me what is on your mind.

Last night, I went to the Holiday Inn

and had a drink.

And I saw Jonah Wasswa there

speaking to some white guy in the bar.

Something about it just didn't seem right.

It's probably nothing,

but you might wanna have a talk with him.

Just a talk.

Like I say, it's probably nothing.

Good night, sir.

- How are you?

- Very well. How are you?

I'm very well.

That is very good, Mackenzie.

- Very good. Go show your brother.

- OK.

Hiya.

Hi, ya.

He's looking much better.

Much better.

That other one is Campbell.

He is the one who got your T-shirt.

You're a man of taste.

Mummy. Mummy.

- Please. Goodbye.

- OK.

- He keeps pushing me, Mummy.

- OK, stop it.

Stop it, Mackenzie.

Garrigan.

- Daydreaming?

- Looking at you, Stone, I hope so.

I thought you'd be with the president

on his trip to London.

- No. I'm needed here.

- I do hope the man hasn't blown up again.

- What?

- I was reading this article in the Times.

I don't know if you've seen it. It seems ajudge

who ruled against Amin has gone missing.

- He hasn't been seen for five days.

- I'm sure there's a logical explanation.

The thing is, we've been getting reports

up and down the country of the same thing -

people speaking out against the regime

just disappearing.

No. If you're gonna accuse the president,

just come out and say it.

I was just hoping you might be able to

give us a little clarification.

F*** your clarifications, Stone. F*** them.

You people amaze me, you know.

The first sign of an independent leader

achieving something, what do you do?

You spit your dummy because you can't

stand the idea that he's done it without you.

I know he's a bit rough,

but what do you expect?

Do you think Obote's people

are sitting around waiting for clarifications?

Look at me.

This is Africa.

You meet violence with violence.

Anything else and you're dead.

Then perhaps you'd be so kind

as to explain to me

the whereabouts of Health Minister Wasswa.

What?

Well, he's missing, too.

But, as you say, I'm sure

there's some perfectly normal explanation.

I'm having drinks later

with the man who wrote the article.

Perhaps you'd like to join us,

shed some light on the matter.

- Fine. I will.

- About six o'clockish?

- Can I help?

- I need to see the minister.

I'm afraid she's busy.

You were right.

The health minister has gone missing.

- Apparently, he's fled to Tanzania.

- What? Jonah Wasswa?

He's embezzled several

hundred thousand pounds of ministry funds.

Some people are suggesting

that he's joined up with Obote's exiles.

- I find that very hard to believe.

- He was sealing a major pharmaceutical deal.

Life-saving penicillin for the masses.

I should know. I set up the meeting

with his South African counterpart

at the Holiday Inn.

So, this embezzlement,

is it on the record?

- Yes. Yes, it is.

- And I can quote you in the paper?

- I'm sorry, quote me?

- Not directly, of course.

As a government spokesman.

Government spokesman?

OK.

Mr President.

I've come to say goodbye.

I'm going home.

Mr President.

I got you. I got him.

Nicholas, meet my body double, Muyenga.

Look at him. Everything the same, except...

What do you say, Nicholas?

Is he as handsome as me?

- No. No he's not.

- You see?

You see? Nicholas agrees.

You are much more ugly than me, Muyenga.

Look. Look, Nicholas. I have others also.

All part of Captain Masanga's plan

for my security.

- Clever.

- Yep.

Nicholas.

My Nicholas.

What is all this about your going home?

You once told me that you respected me

because I wasn't afraid to speak my mind.

Speak.

It's this business with Wasswa.

I can't.

It f***ing stinks. I can't help going back to

that moment when I asked you to talk to him.

This isn't me.

I have to go home now.

You cannot.

- What?

- Your work is not finished here yet.

But I didn't come here to finish anything.

You promised to me

that you would help to build a new Uganda.

You swore an oath.

The oath is a doctor's oath of confidentiality.

We all take it.

- It's got nothing to do with Uganda.

- Nothing?

Nothing comes from nothing.

You have a conscience. I know you do.

That is why you came here in the first place.

Or are you like all the other British?

Just here to f*** and to take away?

No.

No.

Why else would I trust you with my family?

You are like my own son.

I'm Nicholas Garrigan.

And I'm from Scotland.

It's my home. I want to...

Your home is here.

Please. Just... Please.

Do not be a silly boy.

If you go now, what will they think

about you and Jonah Wasswa?

What are you talking about? I said talk to him.

Do not pretend to yourself

that you did not know.

You are a stronger man than that.

I didn't want him to die, though.

But you did it.

Why? You want to know why?

You did it

because you love me.

You have stepped

deep into the heart of my country.

Uganda.

Uganda embraces you.

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

What you need is to have some fun.

Hey, Nicholas. Where have you been?

I want you to meet Betty.

And this here is her sister Joy.

Joy is going to look after you this weekend.

Joy.

- Hi.

- Hi.

And now, let the games begin.

Nicholas, you didn't know

we had Ugandan cowboys.

Finance minister.

Come here.

Can I have another whisky, please?

Let me tell you, Nicholas,

you've chosen a fine life.

You want to kill me for that drunk, silly man?

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Dr Garrigan.

Jesus f***ing Christ, you look so lovely.

You know something? I shouldn't be here.

I should be in Scotland with my dad.

I should be looking after little old ladies

cos here I've f***ed up.

Kay, I f***ed up. I f***ed up.

Not here.

- Walk with me.

- What?

Walk with me.

I'm f***ing doomed.

Do you know he's got

go-go dancers after me now?

Where are we going?

I don't know.

- Nicky.

- Sh*t. It's the go-go dancer.

Through here. Come on.

Just follow me.

F*** it.

He has always been like this.

He just chose not to show you until now.

Nicholas.

You have to find a way to get out.

He still listens to me.

He cannot trust anybody any more.

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