Queen Sono

Fred, are you there?

I've got you, Queen.

Wait for my signal.

- Hi. - Ah, welcome. Hi.

A traveler?

Yes. This place is quite good.

Oh, I see.

Is it the beginning of your journey or the end?

I certainly hope it's not the end.

Ah. Thank you very much.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you.

I've just received information

that the Superior Solutions senior operative

has just arrived at Emerson Spice.

This is a simple data grab.

It should be pretty straightforward, Queen.

Our flight leaves in two hours.

We're suspending your activities for now.

Suspending my activities?

Do you know how many people are relying on those weapons, chief?

What the fuck am I supposed to tell them?

That's him.

The information we are looking for is inside the laptop and the mobile phone.

You should be close enough for the R.E.D. to work.

Hang tight.

You want me to tell Boko Haram and Al-Shabaab to hang tight?

Are you fucking crazy?

Do you mind keeping it down?

What is this shit all about anyway?

Where's my regular white guy?

Did you hear what happened to Roelof?

Yesterday morning, right in the middle of Lagos headquarters.

They say a woman...

just walked into the office in the middle of the day.

From the sound of it,

- it's gonna be a closed casket. - Jesus.

Whoever did this is a professional.

Mazet?

When are you coming to church?

Church?

But I told you I was helping out a friend right now.

With what?

You know, she's moving her stuff into a new house.

The movers are here now. The truck that is helping us move is here.

They just brought it.

- Oh, my goodness. I thought we... - Okay, I love you.

- I'll phone you back, bye. Bye. - No, Queen.

What does Davenport say?

Davenport says what I say.

Tell them that we still believe in their cause,

but they need to hang tight.

Shit. This is not good.

They seem to be using some kind of advanced signal-blocking technology.

So, again I have to resort to manual labor, Fred.

No, Queen, you need to get out of there now.

Queen?

Fred, I've got the goods.

Okay, listen carefully, there's a man coming for the car.

Just give him the keys.

For what car?

This car?

But I'm inside the car.

Please tell me you did not sell the car.

Fred, just trust me.

We don't need the car.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Can you breathe?

Forgive me, my daughter.

Here! Here!

- Fuck. - Here!

- Queen? Queen, are you okay? - Relax, I got this.

Queen, you better start sharing that getaway plan.

Hi, ma'am.

Uh-uh. I don't like trouble.

Please leave.

Mama, please.

Leave! Go!

- Go away! - Please, mama.

Queen, you can't keep doing this.

That car was government property.

I do not like corruption, and I'm tired of vouching for you.

Oh, I see.

I know what the problem is.

I never gave you a cut.

I don't want a part of your ill-gotten gains.

You didn't have a problem with this ill-gotten upgrade

to business class, bitch.

May I offer you some champagne?

Thank you.

Look...

I risk my life to catch these bad and powerful people.

At the end of this job,

do you think I can go to my apartment and just chill there

and wait for them to come and get me?

No.

I have to disappear.

Only the South African president and the Head of State Security

know that we even exist.

If anything happens to us on these missions,

we are gonna be lucky to even get a decent funeral.

- It doesn't make sense. - I know, right?

The arms that they reported missing to different governments and authorities?

It doesn't add up.

They are telling everybody a different story.

This general ledger has all the transactions.

This is a gold mine of intel.

Well done, Queen.

We just got a cash injection of 100 million pounds.

Whoa. Where did they get that from?

Look at the signature on this contract.

"Elton Davenport."

Who's that?

That's what we need to find out.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are approaching Johannesburg O.R. Tambo International Airport.

If you are disembarking in Johannesburg, please enjoy your stay.

Today marks the 25th anniversary

of Struggle hero Safiya Sono's death.

There are several events around the country to mark the tragic day.

This coincides with yet another bid

to grant Sono's killer, Hendrikus Strydom, medical parole.

But I already told you, I am from Malawi.

I'm the only one who earns a living.

If they deport me, my family will starve.

Let me see your permit.

Hello, Ma.

It's nice to see you keeping well, Miss Sono.

Thanks, Ma. I'm happy to see you, too.

Access granted.

Long live Comrade Safiya.

Long live.

Yeah, I'll talk to him. I've got a meeting with him later.

Oh, thank you.

Nice for you to finally join us, Queen Sono.

Sorry, ma'am. Did I... Did I miss roll call?

Oh. Sorry. Present.

Oh, you think this is funny?

You cost us a valuable point of contact into Superior Solutions,

and for all we know, your cover might be blown.

I'm so confused.

Did we not just risk our lives and bring back some very valuable intel?

Lord knows how many vehicles

you've... "lost" in the past six months alone.

With your history, I better not find any misconduct, Sono.

Miri, why don't you just spit it out?

Well, if you insist.

You lack the requisite subtlety for international espionage.

You know what? I'm not going to partake

in this pull-a-sister-down-in-the-workplace crap.

That's enough.

Both of you.

Should I go...

Now, with all due respect,

can we please focus on the fucking task at hand?

They're a private security company.

They're supplying state-of-the-art arms to terror groups.

Why put yourself at risk when you've just received

two billion rands in investments?

Where'd they get the money?

They could be getting the money from anywhere.

Africa is getting robbed, and they're the getaway car.

What do you have on that so-called CEO?

Elton Davenport.

British national.

Did a stint at the Royal Air Force, and deep connections on the continent,

and lots of friends who are presidents and military men.

Well, find out where he is.

We've gotta get close to him. Anything else on the agenda?

Um, yes. A new terror alert.

A group calling themselves the, um...

"Watu Wema Brigade."

We think they're East African.

"Watu Wema" is Swahili for "good people."

They've torched some churches in Uganda and they plan to, listen to this:

"Liberate Africa from the white man's religion

and the clutches of colonization."

- Any casualties? - None yet.

Okay, let's keep an eye on them.

Sono?

All right. Work aside, I know this period has always been hard for you,

what with the anniversary and all, and parole stuff,

so... if you need anything...

Just some consistency would be nice.

If you're going to be a bitch, just be a bitch, you know?

- Commit. - Q, Come on.

That was work.

Uh-huh.

Fuck you, too.

Okay, pass it on to National Intelligence.

It's more their speed.

Sono?

Good work out there.

A bit messy, but you got good intel.

Miri didn't think so.

She's just doing her job.

Anyway, how are you holding up?