The Making of '24: Redemption' Page #5

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Juma's men are gonna set up

roadblocks, checkpoints

all the way into the city.

I got one of the soldiers'

walkies. We can use it

to try and avoid them.

Jack, you won't have to go

anywhere near the embassy.

Just help me get the kids

to the city. You can head

to the border from there.

Let's go.

Can you take it easy?

Just keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

I told you,

he's expecting me.

Hey, Rog!

R-Rog, can you call

your watchdog off, please?

Agent Vossler,

he's a friend of mine.

You can let him in.

Your friend's

jacked up on something.

I'll take care of it.

It's all right.

I'll be outside.

Thank you.

Look, man, um,

I know that my timing

right now must,

you know, suck.

So thank you. It's just,

I'm-- I think I'm in a

little bit of trouble here.

So--

What kind of trouble?

Coke? Pills?

Don't get all righteous

on me, Rog. Okay?

I seem to remember

most nights you partying me

under the table.

- That was a long time ago.

- Not that long ago.

You got five minutes,

so talk fast.

Uh, okay.

Couple months ago Nichols

calls me into his office.

Says he wants me to manage

a special project.

Special project?

That's what he calls it.

He says he knows I've

taken some serious hits

in the stock market,

and he's gonna

give me a chance

to recover my losses.

I mean, the money

he paid me-- Rog.

[ Chuckling ]

It was crazy.

I mean, the money

was really crazy.

All I had to do was

keep my mouth shut.

What'd he have you do, Chris?

Open a few offshore accounts,

move money in and out,

that type of thing.

So you helped Nichols

embezzle money

from his own firm.

Yeah, that's what I thought

I was doing at first.

But, Rog, three days ago

I recognized the prefix

on one of the accounts.

It's something the Justice

Department has red-flagged

for traders to report.

So, I do a little digging

and, uh,

turns out that the, uh--

the account holder...

is on the terrorist

watch list.

Yeah. Yeah.

Who is it?

I don't know.

I don't know, Rog.

I don't wanna know.

Frankly, it's all getting

a little too weird for me.

This morning

there was this creepy guy

in Nichols's office who--

Look, I don't know

what he's doing.

I don't want to have

anything to do with it.

I'm willing to turn

state's evidence.

Yeah? Good.

You should go to the F.B.I.

Man, I was just thinking

that, uh--

[ Sniffs ]

I could probably cut

a much better deal...

if we take this

directly to your mother.

Y-You want my mother

to clean up your mess?

Chris, what do you expect me

to say to that?

I don't know, Rog.

Uh, how about,

"I'm sorry to hear

that you're in trouble, Chris,

but you're a friend of mine...

and I'm gonna do whatever

I can do to help you out"?

[ Sighs ]

Do you even have

any evidence?

[ Scoffs ]

- I'm working on it.

- What does that mean?

What does it mean?

It means, um--

Nichols asked me

to destroy some records.

I didn't do it.

I, um-- I sent them

to my hard drive

at home instead.

They're coded, but, you know,

they're probably traceable.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

- Hello, Chris.

- Hey, Sam.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

We really need to leave now.

We're already pushing it.

Agent Vossler's

in the car waiting.

I'll meet you there.

I'm right behind you.

[ Whispers ]

Okay.

- See you at work later?

- Right.

[ Door Closes ]

I have to go.

I know.

I know, I know, I know.

If I forward you these records,

will you at least

show them to your mother?

I'm not talking to anybody

until I see them for myself.

Okay, all right. That's--

Look, Rog,

thank you.

Just check your e-mail

in one hour.

Clean yourself up.

Okay?

Yeah.

[ Men Chattering ]

Sixteen mortar teams supported

by 20 forward observers.

Make sure we all have

the same encryption codes.

And have a backup

in case government try to

jam communication.

Sir, General Juma

is here.

Welcome home, General.

Colonel Dubaku.

Look what you've built here.

Our American friends

have been very helpful.

Did they send us

the Howitzers?

Yes.

We have them in position

about 20 kilometers

from the capital.

We can hit any target

in the city.

All we need is your order

to begin the bombardment.

Sir.

One of our checkpoints.

Excuse me, General.

- Yes?

- Colonel, this is

Lieutenant Kintu.

Checkpoint Delta.

We have a man in custody,

a U.N. relief worker.

He was driving to his base,

but we have detained him

for questioning.

He says he has information

about your brother.

- What sort of information?

- He says your brother

is dead, sir.

[ Gasps Quietly ]

No.

Your brother and his men,

they were ambushed

at the American school.

He says that he can

help us find the man

who killed your brother.

Hold it steady.

[ Groaning ]

Good.

Thank you, Willie.

Desmond,

you sure the bandage

isn't too tight?

Yeah.

Be right back.

Managed to stop the bleeding,

but Desmond's fever is spiking.

If we don't get him

to a hospital soon,

he's gonna go into shock.

We're five kilometers

from the city.

Carl, I'm really sorry

about the school.

I know how much

you put into it.

Just a bunch of cement

and two-by-fours, right?

What the hell

was I thinking,

letting myself

believe that things

were finally different here,

that this country

had turned a corner?

[ Dubaku On Radio ]

The bus is from

the American school.

They are heading into the city

from the Okavango.

There is only one

of two roads they can go.

I'm seeing patrols on both.

[ Man On Radio ]

Sir, this is Patrol One.

We have not seen a bus

matching that description.

- Where is your position?

- Heading east, one kilometer

west of Okavango Junction.

-Jack, they're

right in front of us.

-Let me know when you have them.

Everybody hold on!

Hold on!

[ Children Shouting,

Chattering ]

[ Engine Off ]

Quiet.

What is it?

Rebel patrol.

[ Jeep Passing By ]

Carl, we can't

get back on that road.

We'll walk to the embassy.

If we follow the river,

it'll take us to the city.

- Desmond will not

make it that far.

- Then you help him, Thomas.

We're not getting back

on that road.

[ Willie ]

Where are we going?

[ Carl ] To the embassy.

Let's go!

Quickly! Quickly!

[ Whispering ]

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Quickly.

Quickly. I'll take him.

I'll take him.

Take this.

Take this.

[ Whispers ]

Stay here.

[ Carl ] Willie!

Willie, hurry up!

Your wife will be out

in a minute.

She'd better be, or she's gonna

be late for her inauguration.

What's going on in there?

Well, I really can't

discuss that,

but, of course,

when your wife comes out...

you're certainly free

to ask her.

I asked you

a simple question, Tom.

If you can't answer it,

fine.

But I don't need your permission

to talk to my wife.

Well, I would hope not.

If you will excuse me,

I have to continue

packing up my office.

The decision book.

Master protocols

for the command and control...

of our nuclear arsenal.

I never knew

how much I didn't know

till I read that book.

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