Beat Feet Odyssey

Your mother was a very brave woman. I am so sorry.

The Ansar Dine hold my friend prisoner. She is in trouble.

I have a friend, he is a general in the Malian army.

I got my hands on a document, a transfer from SOC to Al-Qaeda.

Joe. I need to light a fire.

They killed your father. Any one of us could be next.

If you think something happened with your dad, I could help.

Omar, I know this man. He's dangerous.

We're not safe. None of us are.

Colonel Glen.

Colonel? It's Odelle.

I'm alive.

This programme contains some violent scenes

PHONE RINGS

-Colonel Glen.

-Colonel?

It's Odelle.

I'm alive.

My God.

Odelle.

But your entire unit was...was...

Yes, they were.

-All of them.

-But you had...

Yeah, I'm...I'm a little banged up, but I'm...I'm fine.

Listen, Colonel, you need to understand.

The people that attacked us, they were not insurgents.

They were Osela.

The same people that were sent for SSE after we killed Abdul Abbas.

Colonel?

I hear you, Sergeant, I'm just...

You're certain they were Osela?

Yes, I'm positive, sir.

I can fill in the details at the debrief.

Sir, my...my family.

Yes, yes, we need to get you home immediately.

-Will you let them know that I'm OK?

-Of course.

That'll be the first call I make.

Thank you, and tell them that I'll call them

the minute I get to the embassy.

Embassy?

Yes, I'm with...

I'm with Colonel...

-General.

-I'm with General...

-Diallo.

-General Diallo.

He's escorting me to the American Embassy

here in Bamako.

Isn't that SOP?

Not in this case.

We need to exercise extreme caution here, Sergeant.

Extreme caution.

I don't understand.

Most of our diplomatic security in the region

has been outsourced to private military corporations.

-Osela?

-Among others.

The embassy isn't safe.

You need to get... Stand by one.

You need to get to number nine Avenue Sheikh Zayed on the Fariko River.

Can you remember that? Do not repeat.

Just say yes if you can.

Yes.

It's a classified safe house,

so you'll have to extricate yourself from the Malians,

including that general.

-Understood.

-Excellent.

Contact me when you arrive.

I'll send an extraction team for you ASAP.

Copy that.

Odelle...

..you've been brave.

Extremely brave.

Now it's my job to bring you home.

Thank you, sir.

You will tell them it was me that saved you, eh?

-At the embassy?

-Yes. Yes.

HE CHUCKLES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who the hell is David Tenant?

Are you crazy? Why don't we just broadcast it on the evening news?

You said he killed my father. I've never even heard of him.

Your father did.

I was able to access his cellphone records

from the day he was killed.

What? How?

You know what, never mind. And?

-And?

-Just before he died, your dad made several phone calls

to one person outside of his typical pattern.

-Tenant?

-Yes.

He's a Senior VP at GBR Industries.

All right, but what's he got to do with...

OK, I'll get to that, but first we need some ground rules.

No reporters - especially that Ruby woman.

-She... she... she could be helpful.

-Trust me. She isn't.

OK, no reporters. Go on.

Well, like I said, Tenant works for GBR,

and GBR provides infrastructure for the military.

You know, laundry, recreational equipment, basketball courts.

So...?

They do business in Mali.

Mali, Harrison, where those soldiers,

including Odelle Ballard, were killed -

allegedly by insurgents.

I... I don't follow.

-Lookit, you tell your father there's a conspiracy in Mali.

-Right.

He talks to Colonel Glen about Odelle Ballard,

and then he talks to this guy,

who just so happens to do military business in Mali?

-Wait, in Mali and how many other countries?

-24.

But that's not the point.

There... There's more.

I hacked into Tenant's e-mail.

Bob, you can't just hack into people's e-mails.

The guy uses AOL!

What is it, like, 1991?

Anyway, Randall e-mailed Tenant

asking him questions about Ballard.

Told him he wanted to set up a meet.

Tenant agreed.

Said there was a lot to talk about.

Four hours later...

My father's dead.

Get in the car.

What do you want?

For you to stop acting like a lunatic and start answering my questions.

Then you will let me go?

It depends.

Why does the Ansar Dine give a crap about you?

What do you have that they want?

Look, I have one of them on speed dial.

Want me to call him?

Fine.

PHONE DIALS

Cos that's what the Ansar Dine want, OK? It's this.

That's what they want.

-'Hello.'

-Rasha, it's Amar.

Oui!

What's on it?

I don't know.

Why does the Ansar Dine want it?

I don't know.

OK.

I got a computer that works now.

Guess we'll find out together.

CROWD SHOUTS AND CHANTS

Degage!

Protestors.

HORN HONKS

Ah.

Don't worry. I will get you to the embassy, eh?

Embassy!

HE SHOUTS IN FRENCH

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are you doing?

GUNSHOTS

HE SHOUTS IN FRENCH

Damn it!

It's a simple question.

Do you work for me, or do you still work for the Justice Department?

SOC broke the law.

I have to do what's right no matter where I work.

No-one's telling you not to do what's right.

In fact, had you spoken with me first,

you would know, not only do I agree with you,

but so does Alex Baker.

He hired outside consultants to conduct a full investigation

of both SOC and Simons-Wachtel.

Who are these outside consultants?

Chuck Lees and Jack Levy of Morgan Jacobson.

-You're familiar?

-Of course.

I'd like to speak with them.

That's always been my intention, Peter.

I hired you for your intelligence savvy

and your moral compass.

But none of that is useful to us without your trust.

I understand.

Now you need to repair your relationship with Alex Baker.

He's even angrier than I am.

Oh, and by the way...

I hear you been speaking with Sophia Tsaldari.

I have.

So far she's not interested in meeting with Mr Baker.

I'm sure you'll persuade her.

Black Sands.

What's that?

I don't know.

It's got something to do with oilfields in Pakistan.

It's weird. There's no final copy.

No article with the notes.

-Well, maybe he never finished it.

-PHONE VIBRATES

Hey, Bob, what's up?

So did you find anything?

Yeah, so my father mentions Tenant as a source

for an unfinished article about Pakistani oilfields.

-You ever hear of Black Sands?

-No, but an unfinished article

could be the reason Tenant killed your father.

What's it got to do with Odelle Ballard and Colonel Glen?

Uh, nothing yet.

But everything's linked, Harrison.

-Everything.

-OK. I should go.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I called to tell that you right now as we speak,

Tenant is having lunch at a place called the Edison Club.

If you leave now, I can meet you there.

And do what? Pull up a chair?

He was the last person to speak to your father

before he was killed.

He's hiding something. I can feel it.

-So 20 minutes?

-OK.

So maybe you should go talk to this guy with him.

Wait, hello?

Is there... Hello? Are you there?

Is there somebody else on the line?

-You know, I'm hanging up.

-Bob, Bob, it's just...

It's just Anna.

-Hi, Bob.

-Oh.

Have I been on speaker this whole time?

Hey, Bob, thanks for the tip.

Really, it's great. So I'll go talk to Tenant.

No, no, I don't mind. Wait, but with...with Anna?

Yeah, I think it's better.

-Better?

-You know, I'll fill you in later, Bob, all right?

I promise.

-Bob OK?

-PHONE CHIMES

He'll be fine.

Hey, I keep getting these texts from Odelle Ballard's daughter

asking about her mom, do I think if she's still alive.

I don't know what to tell her any more.

Who are you texting?

No-one.

Are... Are you really going to have these people come to our house?

It might help.

Even if Mom's dead, which she's not...

Darling, we went to her funeral.

Do you really think hanging around a bunch of strangers who are sad

is going to make me not sad?

I don't know.

I'm trying.

Me too.

DOORBELL RINGS

LOCK BUZZES

Sergeant Ballard.

I'm Rich.

I'm with the agency.

Are you here alone?

Yeah, yeah, but... But now you're here.

Alive.

-Not dead.

-I just need a phone.

My daughter's just getting home from school right now.

Yeah, I understand, but...

How do I get an outside line?

You're not... You're not authorised.

It's a security protocol.

Once you're airborne, you can call any one you want to.

It's just you can't do it now.

So... I was supposed to debrief you -

unless you need to sleep.

No. Let's...

Let's get it over with.

SHE COUGHS

OK, let's start when your unit

was attacked by the insurgents.

That's not what happened.

Of course it is.

No, it's not, Rich. I was there.

Yeah, well, so was an RK151 stealth reconnaissance aircraft.

We've got the entire thing in living colour.

This is not what happened.

It's not us.

Are you sure that you don't need to take that rest?

And how'd you first become aware of SOC's financial misdealings?

The IRS investigation.

I saw the file.

SOC established an improper slush fund.

It was used to pay off a drone pilot, Danny Gentry.

And how did you get your hands on that IRS file?

What... What difference does that make?

You know about Danny Gentry, right?

The drone pilot who was murdered?

How long have you known Joe Abrams?

What... What does Joe have to do with...?

Let us tell you what we do know, Mr Decker.

There is a cancer here, a financial one,

the scope and source of which lies within SOC and Simons-Wachtel.

From what we can tell, and this is highly confidential,

Joe is the scope and source of this cancer rolled up in one.

You're on the wrong path here.

Stay with the facts.

SOC funded terrorists.

A Special Forces unit discovered this,

and SOC had them killed by a drone,

and when that drone pilot tried to go public, he was murdered.

Why are you going after Joe Abrams?

Are you aware that Joe Abrams formerly worked

at the Middle East investment desk in Riyadh?

So what I just told you won't be part of the investigation?

We issue our report tomorrow.

You'll find that we've been very thorough.

-Thanks.

-Joe.

Hey, hey. I'm on my way to a meeting.

Hey, hey, hey.

-What, what...? Whoa.

-You're being set up.

What? What are you talking about?

McDonald is setting you up to take the blame

for SOC's payments to Abdul Abbas.

Why would I do that?

How would I do that?

I mean, no offence to any particular ethnic group,

-but do I look like a terrorist?!

-They need a scapegoat.

Wait, who have you been talking to?

SOC and Simons are conducting an investigation.

Why me?

What'd you say to them?

Nothing.

You told them about the IRS file, didn't you?

Jesus. Peter, you're the one that got me involved.

-I defended you.

-No, you threw me under the bus

and you saved your own ass. DIAL PAD BEEPS

-What are you doing? Joe...

-Shh, shh.

'Alex Baker's office.'

Hey, it's Joe. Is Mr Baker there?

'Er, he's busy. Can I have a return?'

-Yeah, when he gets a chance. Thanks. Bye.

-'Bye.'

-It's a set up.

-No.

-You got to listen to me.

-This is your mess, Peter. Your mess.

You're not dragging me into it.

..and he said, "Not on my watch!"

-All right, next time drinks are on me, eh?

-OK.

Mr Tenant, could I just have a moment of your time?

I'm... I'm Harrison Walters, Randall Walters's son.

Harrison. Ah, my condolences.

Your father was a good man and a great journalist.

You were the last person to speak to him

before he was killed.

Uh...from what I hear, he was with someone else when he died.

The police got it wrong. It wasn't a murder-suicide.

My father was killed because of what he was investigating.

On that last call, what were you two talking about?

Uh...I don't remember exactly.

Your father and I were friends.

We spoke all the time.

If you'll excuse me.

Was... Was it about Black Sands?

I mean, what...what IS Black Sands?

Wow, that was creepy.

Yeah.

It's just so arbitrary.

You need to let it go. No.

-It's not that big of a deal.

-It's a big deal.

-Hey, hey.

-You...

-What's going on?

-Dad, my God.

Can you please tell Mom it's not 1952?

There's this concert tomorrow night and...

Please explain to our daughter

she can't go into the city on a school night

with some older guy that she met at a coffee house.

-PHONE RINGS

-Wait. How much older?

She's making it sound like he's 40 or something.

-Cameron's a freshman at NYU.

-Can you please not get that?

I have to take this. Hey, Gracie. Wait, wait. Slow down. What?

-You don't have to be such a big deal...

-You need to let it go, Maya.

-You can't keep...

-What?!

-'..they took him away in handcuffs!' SIGHS:

-OK. OK, don't worry.

I'll... I'll... I'll be right there.

What's going on?

Joe's been arrested.

Joe Abrams? For what?

I'll explain later. I'll be...

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Don't even think about it.

I'm getting you out of this.

Dixon's already on it.

I need to tell you something.

When you were first hired,

McDonald and Baker told me to keep an eye on you.

What do you mean "keep an eye"?

Well, they said they weren't sure that you could be trusted.

-You were spying on me?

-I'm sorry.

I really am, but all I did was report back to them,

you know, tell them what you were doing. I swear.

You told them about Gentry?

-Yeah.

-They killed him right in front of me.

I know - but they promised they had nothing to do with that. They said...

And you believed them?

I never thought they'd go that far. No way.

Why are they doing this to me?

Hmm?

Because they can.

You want in so badly.

And everyone can see it.

How do you think you got on

the Middle Eastern investments desk anyway?

You know anything about the Middle East?

Speak Arabic? Take courses in Middle Eastern economics?

-Maybe I didn't go to Harvard like you - or Yale.

-I'm not judging you.

-I'm just trying to get you to understand.

-Hey, look, I get it, OK?

I'm unqualified to be in my position,

but I worked my ass off,

and I thought I was finally being rewarded.

OK?

Little did I know I was being set up.

Got to get me out of this.

You got to help me.

Please. You got to help me.

I'll do what I can.

So the American is alive.

You found her,

had her in your truck sitting right next to you,

and you let her just walk away in the middle of the street?!

-Enough!

-Wait, wait, wait.

Diallo, Diallo, please.

Please.

You were going to be a hero with the Americans.

It would have been so good for you -

for us, and for my poor little nephew.

He was the first family

who was even willing to speak to me since...

I don't know.

I actually thought that maybe we could work things out

as a family.

Hush now, my sweet.

Hush.

You are so much more than you know.

I'm just a talk show host.

What good is that in finding my nephew?

Maybe you could use your television show to find him.

-You wouldn't mind?

-No.

My general. My general.

My handsome, handsome general.

THEY CHUCKLE

We captured the Osela operative,

but before we could get anything out of him,

the Malian army blew the place wide open.

I don't even know what happened to him.

Wait - by "we", do you mean that you...

you collaborated with Ansar Dine terrorists?

I had no choice but to work with them, no.

I was trying to stay alive.

Is there a problem?

LAUGHS: "Is there a problem"!

Um...

I'm going to be honest.

I've only been with the agency for three years.

Nothing much happens here, and then suddenly I get a call,

and you show up with this crazy story about drones,

and Osela's killing special ops forces,

and chasing you to an Ansar Dine safe house to kill you?

-I mean, does any of it even make sense to you?

-No.

But that's what happened.

Yeah, well, I'm sure you believe that.

Can you turn that up, please?

'Her family mourns with a grateful nation.

'Now back to you in the studio.'

No, I need... I need to use the computer.

-No, no, you're not authorised.

-Fine, then you use it.

-Just go to their website and look up my name.

-Fine.

'One last American hero laid to rest today in Arlington,

'the final chapter to this tragedy

'dashing the hopes of many Americans that Sergeant Odelle Ballard

'might still be alive.

-'From Arlen...'

-Oh, my God.

It's... It's probably for your own protection

-that they haven't informed them yet.

-They haven't informed them yet?!

They have my...

My dog tags, my ring!

They've manufactured evidence to make them think that I'm dead!

Why would they...?

Because I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see.

-I need to talk to Glen.

-No, I've... I've got orders.

Rich, my husband and my daughter

think that I'm dead, that I'm never coming home!

You don't think I deserve to know why?

Yes. Yes, you do.

No, I have his direct.

PHONE RINGS

Colonel Glen.

Sir, I'm calling from the grave, apparently,

since according to the news, I'm dead.

What's going on?

Odelle.

You said that you would tell them.

You lied to me, and you lied to my family. Why?

It's for their protection and yours.

Protection from who?

That's classified.

It'll all become clear to you at the debrief.

What do you mean, "protecting them?"

How is staging my funeral along with fake dog tags

and fake remains protecting them?

Odelle, I know things seem very peculiar here,

but this is a very sensitive situation.

I cannot ensure your safety till you're back on US soil.

Now, I need you to continue to be a good soldier here.

There is a plan.

Yeah, a plan that you refuse to tell me.

Odelle?

July 12, 1976.

Middlebury Memorial Hospital.

I was there in the waiting room with your father.

We smoked cigars,

and we celebrated his beautiful new daughter.

And right there and then,

he asked me to watch over you when he was gone,

and that is exactly what I'm doing now.

Odelle, I need you to trust me.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

The extraction team is on its way.

They should arrive by 11:00.

Understood, sir.

Now let me talk to the CIA operative.

He wants to talk to you.

Yes, sir?

Uh, yeah. I... I understand.

Um, I've been instructed to keep you here

by any means necessary.

Hey, maybe your mom knows something about Black Sands.

Yeah, it's doubtful.

My mom knows even less about my dad's job than I do.

-Even my dad...

-Harrison Walters?

Yes. Hey!

Hey!

Hey, stop!

Wait. Harrison!

How's it feel?

You scared yet?

What's going on?

Next time it's not me sitting here.

It's someone with a gun or a syringe,

and you're already dead.

You need to stop.

What are you talking about?

Your father was not murdered by his mistress.

-So I'm right.

-It doesn't matter.

You're just as dead.

The only reason they killed your father instead of you

is because of what he knew.

Now, you keep asking questions

and you're going to end up in the same place.

We - we both will.

So, Black Sands?

-No, are you hearing what I'm saying?

-I have to find out who did this.

I'm asking you nicely.

Let it go.

Most of the file's encrypted.

Abdul Abbas.

These files belong to Abdul Abbas.

-Voila.

-Merci, cherie.

Your wife should cover her head.

Yeah, she's not my wife.

And her head looks just fine.

Abdul Abbas.

United States Special Forces took him out

in a bunker in Northern Mali. Now they're all dead.

The entire elite team taken out by the Ansar Dine.

Oh, wait a minute.

Attack happened in northern Mali.

That's where you're from.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?

No, you're a scavenger.

Did you pull this thumb drive off one of those dead Americans?

No. I would never do that.

Or maybe it was an alive one.

That's why the Ansar Dine after you, isn't it?

They're looking for the American woman,

and you know where she is.

So where the hell is she?

Well, if they had her and she was dead,

there would be something.

A video, a press release.

What's the point of killing an American soldier

if you don't brag about it?

Look, I'm not saying that I don't believe you.

I'm just waiting for the extraction team

to arrive so that you can become someone else's problem.

They are not here to extract me.

They are here to eliminate me!

The US military does not eliminate American citizens.

DOOR BUZZES

Finally.

Rich, Rich, listen to me.

They are going to kill me, and now that you're witness to all of it,

-they're going to kill you too.

-Just calm down.

They are going to kill you!

No, no, no, no.

Yah!

MEN SHOUT

Aah!

Ow!

Go.

Aah!

GUNSHOT

Argh!

Go, go, go!

Other side, other side!

ENGINE REVS

THEY SHOUT

No, there were at least two men.

Yes, a black town car.

KNOCK AT DOOR Hold on.

Have you seen him?

No, I just came over to...

What's going on?

They took him.

No, I didn't get the licence plate.

-Anna, what happened?

-Some guys in a car. I don't know.

Yes, that's right. 48th Street.

OK.

Hello?

What did you do?

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

You went after my mark?

You're mistaken.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Everything's under control.

It doesn't sound like it.

It's fine.

I'll be in touch.

I mean, exactly how did Tommy die?

They say it was an ambush, but they wouldn't let me see his body.

They're not being straight with us,

like with that football player Tillman.

Not everything is like Pat Tillman.

Not everything is like what they say it is either.

The military makes mistakes.

I just wish they'd admit it.

What kind of mistakes?

Sorry. Everyone, this is Lucy.

She was Rich Worthington's fiancee.

I wish I was meeting you all under better circumstances.

So are you saying the military's lying to us?

I don't know, maybe.

Well, whatever happened over there, it doesn't change things.

What difference does it make?

It makes all the difference. We should know the truth.

Either way, he's gone.

Just like my Richard and Ron's wife.

Unless she's still alive.

What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking.

You don't believe she's still alive, do you, Ron?

Well, I think we're all emotional right now.

We'll probably never know exactly what happened,

and probably the best thing,

really the only thing, is for us to just move forward.

I'll be right back.

Suzanne?

Sorry to bring everybody down.

KNOCK AT DOOR

MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES

Leave me alone.

MUSIC STOPS

-There's no sense...

-Nothing makes sense.

I just don't see the point in...

You don't... It's like you don't feel anything.

That's not fair.

You think she's dead, and you don't care who killed her.

You don't care how it happened,

-and you don't even care that she's gone.

-That's not true.

You don't even miss her.

'Ron? Is everything all right?'

I'll be down in a minute!

Just go.

Go tell everyone to move on with their lives.

MUSIC RESUMES

We've got a photograph and a description of the vehicle.

We've got an APB on the street.

Harrison?

Is this him?

Well, you don't look injured.

-You want to tell me about where you've been?

-Uh...no, sir.

Sorry. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.

Everything's fine. Really.

Thank you.

Uh...thank you, officer.

-Yeah, you're welcome. Let's go.

-Are you OK?

You scared the hell out of me. Are you all right?

-It was Tenant.

-What?

It's OK. He was just trying to scare me.

Well, he did a pretty good job.

Listen, he admitted it.

Tenant knows my father was killed. He knows it. I was right.

Hey, glad to know you're OK.

Thank you.

Sit. Shh.

Whoever set you up knew what they were doing.

These transactions are impossible to trace.

We can't prove that you weren't involved.

We can account for every move you made on the Middle East desk.

Don't bother.

Joe, I think we could build a case for lack of probable cause.

I confessed.

-You what?

-I did it.

I screwed up, and I got in over my head.

No, you didn't.

Let it go.

Let it go.

OK. OK.

Fine.

Congratulations.

I wouldn't have any idea how to hide such a sophisticated transaction.

You must have some pretty impressive computer skills

to fund terrorism via the deep web - or is it the darknet?

What are you calling it nowadays?

How about those bitcoins?

How'd you figure out how to launder bitcoins?

I'm just curious. What was the first step?

Did you use a proxy server relay service on a Tor network,

-an onion router, what?

-Pete, Pete, let it go.

-Come on, Joe.

You had to ask your assistant how to use PayPal.

You know what? Yeah, I'm ready to go back to my cell.

-Can I go?

-Listen to me. Listen to me.

Whatever they threatened you, but I can help you with. Come on.

Like you helped Gentry?

Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

How'd they get to you, Joe? Huh?

How'd they get to you?

OK, Alice. Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-Is everything OK?

Oh, yeah.

She's fine. Really.

I only live ten minutes away if you ever feel like talking.

My cell's on the back.

OK. Thanks.

Bye.

Goodnight.

Goodnight. Night.

Dad?

I miss her so much.

Yeah.

Hey.

SHE GROANS

Shukran.

You are American.

Yes, I'm American.

You need a hospital.

I'm almost done. I will take you.

No, no, no, no hospitals.

If you need help, I will help you.

You just let her go?

I... I thought we decided against it.

Oh, we? I'm sorry.

I remember you getting a phone call and walking out the door.

-Well, did... Did you at least try her cell?

-Yes.

Why don't you?

RINGING TONE

-MAN:

-Yeah?

-Who am I speaking with?

This is my daughter's phone.

Well, tell your daughter to get her ass down here and get it.

I'm tired of listening to it ring.

DOOR CLOSES Oh, my God. Oh!

Finally!

-Where have you been?

-Sorry. We were looking for my phone.

-Who are you?

-Mr Decker, Maya lost her phone.

-Who do you work for?

-What... What?

-Dad!

-Peter, what are you doing?

-What are you doing with my daughter?

-Mom!

-Peter?

What are you doing here?

We met at NYU.

I thought she was a freshman.

-You stay away from my family.

-Mom!

-You hear me?

-You stay away from my family.

-Calm down.

-Dad!

-Maya...

-You stay away.

I hate you.

What happened today?

-Nothing.

-Really?

I know that Harrison spoke to David Tenant.

Everything's under control.

You went to his father's funeral.

Just watching my mark.

You're protecting him.

Getting involved.

You've connected to him emotionally.

You know me better than that.

Good.

Because if he finds out about Black Sands,

you'll have to kill him.

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS

Hey, Mom, it's me again.

I, uh...

wanted you to know that Dad misses you too.

He just didn't want to say.

But he wants you to come home,

so you have to, OK?

INTERFERENCE ON LINE

Hello?

Someone there?

'Hello?

'Hello?

'Who are you?'

Hello? LINE CLICKS

Agh...

-'TV:

-'Good evening, and welcome to the Shakir Khan Show!

'And here is your hostess, Shakir Khan!'

Good evening, friends.

Tonight's show will begin a bit differently.

Tonight I appeal to my fans all around Mali for your help.

This is my nephew, Aslam.

Aslam came to me from far away.

He needed my help, and now he's missing.

Aslam and I had words yesterday, which I deeply regret.

I would give anything to find him again.

If anyone has seen my nephew, Aslam,

please tell him to come home.

I miss him.

Aslam.