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[tense, intriguing music plays]
[man 1 in Pidgin English] I left Seme long ago.
I'm currently at Ajara Badagry.
I need to look for a shortcut to avoid the police.
[man 2 over phone] That's why you are the best,
the best driver, Tòkunbo the man!
[Tòkunbo] I'm almost out of fuel.
[engine dying]
[man 2] The custom duty on that car is expensive in Nigeria.
[Tòkunbo] Boss, it's tiring.
The Nigerian government keeps making life difficult for everyone.
Think about it,
customs imposes import duties over 50% of the cost of a car.
You buy a car for 1,000,000,
then pay 800,000 for the import duty.
Where else does that happen?
[man 2] Don't mind them,
they don't want the poor man to survive.
[Tòkunbo] How do they expect us to eat? By smuggling used cars into town?
-That's why many of us are on the streets. -[man 2] My brother!
[Tòkunbo] That's what I'm saying.
Boss, you--
Who's that?
-[sirens blaring] -Boss!
-Police! -[exciting music plays]
[engine revving]
[cell phone ringing]
[in English] Hello, baby.
-Baby, are you-- are you okay? -No, no, no. My water broke.
-I don't understand. -Tòkunbo, the baby is coming.
-Coming to where? -[screaming] Tòkunbo!
[Tòkunbo] Calm down.
♪ Baby shark, do, do, do, do, do ♪
-♪ Baby shark, do, do, do ♪ -Shut up!
I don't know what to do!
[Lisa] Don't do anything, just get out. Shut up!
-Shut up! -[in Hausa] Sincerely.
[in English] I'll call you back. I'll call you back--
[Lisa] Tòkunbo, if you leave that phone, I swear…
[tires squealing]
[cell phone ringing]
-Jamiu! -[Jamiu in Pidgin] I'm at the frontline.
We've been compromised.
[in English] Set me up 4-4-2.
[suspenseful music plays]
[in Pidgin] Boss TK.
[imperceptible]
[horn honking]
[cop 1] This guy has escaped.
He's a high-profile criminal.
[cop 2] Calm down, let's turn left.
[cop 1] Let's head straight.
[cop 2] It's not straight. Let's head right. It's the right!
[cop 1] Look, let's return to the office. This guy is gone.
[cop 2] What will we report?
[cop 1] You want to tell them he escaped? Let's return to the office.
[cop 2] He is a bastard.
[cop 1] But why are you driving like an old woman?
[cop 2] You're crazy. I can't--
[cop 1] Come on, just drive!
[cell phone ringing]
Hello? Hello?
[J'adore] You have a bouncing baby boy.
[in Yoruba] Thank you!
[in Pidgin] It's a boy!
[laughs]
["Gaza" by DJ Neptune feat. Patoranking plays]
-Iya Muli! Iya Muli! -Tòkunbo.
-[in Yoruba] My wife has given birth! -May God preserve them.
I'm coming now.
-[mechanic in Pidgin] Boss TK. -[Tòkunbo] How are you?
-Boss TK. -[Tòkunbo] Hey, my guy.
Boss TK.
[in Yoruba] How's it going?
Hey, my guy.
[in Pidgin] Hey, how are you?
Gaza.
[ominous music plays]
[in English] My guy.
[in Pidgin] You said this'll be your last drop-off, right?
Because you want to become a responsible man.
That's not a problem. You know there'll always be a replacement, right?
It's time to focus on the future, or what do you think, Gaza?
That's fine.
[Tòkunbo] What's the meaning of this, Gaza?
What is it?
This money is not complete. It's short 20,000.
The money's not all there?
Aren't you the one who burnt the tires?
I have to buy new tires.
I have to repair some parts, which you broke in the car.
Ah…
Do I need to tell you that?
That's not fair.
That's not fair, Gaza.
[boy] Brother Tòkunbo,
please plead with Boss Gaza on my behalf.
I didn't steal his money, I wouldn't do that.
You.
[boy] Please, help me plead with Boss Gaza.
You stole from me and ran away.
I could never steal from you.
[Gaza] You could never steal from me?
If I ever steal from you, let me die.
Don't worry,
you will live to see tomorrow,
but not in one piece.
Okay?
[boy screaming]
Ah, my guy,
are you still here?
[dramatic music plays]
[music fades]
[muezzin praying in Arabic over speaker] There is no god but Allah.
[continues praying]
[alarm ringing]
[ringing stops]
[muezzin continues praying]
[exhales]
[phone line ringing]
[intriguing music plays]
[Tòkunbo] Babe.
Did I wake you?
Sorry. How are you?
Did you get any sleep?
Lisa.
You ought to be resting.
So you won't also get sick…
I'll make some pap
and buy Akara on the way.
[kettle hissing]
Please don't say no.
You need to eat.
-Lisa… I guarantee you… -[phone chiming]
…everything will be fine.
[phone beeps]
[car engine starts]
[music continues]
Excuse me, who ordered a ride?
[man in English] Hi.
-Mr. Adenuga? -[man] Yeah.
[Tòkunbo] Oh.
Good morning, sir.
[Tòkunbo] Sir, can I start your trip now?
[indistinct chatter]
Good morning, sir.
Uh, sir, please, what can I play for you, sir?
Uh, news,
R&B, jazz or hip-hop?
[in Yoruba] Hip-hop? Reggae?
[in Pidgin] Please, play the news!
Okay, sir.
[woman on TV in English] Miss Folasade Balogun-Smith maintains her policy
is to ensure the growth of the naira,
and sees that the proposed sanction on the crypto trading companies
is imperative to stop the unregulated market.
The newly appointed Central Bank governor, who has championed and facilitated
many groundbreaking policies in the course of her 15-year career
in the World Trade Organization, is prepared to bring her expertise
to transform Nigeria's trade and finance industry.
In other news, the federal government has assured the general public
that it is working towards ensuring the sustainability…
[monitor beeping steadily]
[Tòkunbo] I'm going to see Uncle Efe this morning.
I'm sure he will do something.
[music fades]
[Aziba] And after your meeting with the company executives,
we'll head to the airport,
so we can make it to Abuja in time for your press conference.
[Folashade] Mm. That's good. Thank you, Aziba.
[Aziba] Ma, you'll kill it in this new position.
I mean, this new policy, it's everything.
It's a game changer.
Meanwhile, do I begin organizing things for your move to Abuja?
Um, I think you know that I don't have the mental capacity for that just yet.
-Tell me, green or gold? -Gold.
Thank you.
Good heavens! Aziba, your shoes!
-[Aziba] Right, um, ma, I… -[gentle music plays]
I'm sorry.
[sputtering] It's… I really… I'm sorry. I didn't sleep at home.
Save the rest, okay?
[Nike] Hi-ya!
Here we go. [chuckles]
[Nike] Good morning, Mummy.
My in-house Bruce Ali! Hi-ya!
How are you, baby?
-I'm good. -Good to hear.
Don't kick anyone's teeth out with those legs of yours.
Are you scared, Mummy?
I am shaking.
[Folashade chuckles]
[clears throat] Miss Aziba,
I love your shoes.
That would make just one of us.
[cell phone ringing]
[mouthing] Thank you.
Okay, here, baby, your daddy's calling.
[Nike] Daddy!
Hello, Daddy.
[Bankole over phone] Hey, Princess, how are you?
I'm good and you?
I'm alright, but I miss you.
I miss you too.
-But guess what? -What?
I am practicing for our school's swimming competition!
-[Nike squeals] -Oh, that's wonderful!
I hope you win.
Of course I'll win. Don't you trust me anymore?
So, are you coming to visit soon?
Mm, soon, my love.
Okay.
Please pass the phone back to your mother.
I love you, Daddy.
I love you more.
Okay, Mummy!
Thank you. Off you go now. Bye, baby.
[both] Mwah, mwah!
Ciao.
-Good day, Mr. Jamil. -Hello, Nike, let's go.
Bye!
[Folashade] Mm.
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Uh, hey.
Um…
Banky, can we do this some other time?
I don't wanna run late for my meeting, okay?
Okay, bye.
Thank you.
[clock ticking]
[uneasy music plays]
[cell phone chiming]
Madam, please can you tell him I've been waiting?
[in Pidgin] Sir,
I told you my boss is absent.
[in English] Just sit and be patient.
[cell phone chimes]
[cell phone chiming]
Sister…
that's his car outside.
[in Pidgin] My boss is not around.
[in English] Come another time.
Thank you.
[ominous music plays]
[man with low, distorted voice] What is the delay?
You have been working on this for the past 24 hours.
You and your boys have two hours to deliver.
The clock is ticking.
9,500,000.
My brother,
thanks for the faith in me.
[in Pidgin] But I don't have it.
Chukwudi…
Chukwudi, please.
Take my car. When I have the money, I'll pay you back.
Hold on to it.
My brother,
I don't have it.
Look at my shop,
all the stuff here won't add up to 9,500,000 naira.
But hold on,
have you gone to San Siro?
I'd rather die than go there.
[Chukwudi] It's for your child's sake.
[Iya Mulika in English] Mr. Chukwudi, where's my carburetor?
[in Pidgin] Mr. Chukwudi.
Didn't I tell you my stock hasn't arrived yet?
Tòkunbo!
-[in Yoruba] Hey! How are you? -Iya Muli!
-How are you? [exclaims] -Iya Muli!
-Tòkunbo. -[Tòkunbo in Pidgin] How are you?
My restaurant is right here.
You couldn't come to see me?
-Iya Muli, it's not like that. -[in Yoruba] Leave me alone.
Don't patronize me. [exclaims]
[in Pidgin] How's your family?
-They are fine. -That's a lie!
[melancholy music plays]
-[in Yoruba] What is it? -[in Pidgin] His child is sick.
As it stands now, he needs 9,500,000 naira.
[in Hausa] Oh, God!
[in Pidgin] That's why I suggested he meet Gaza.
Gaza?
Have you forgotten who Gaza is?
I know Gaza is a bad person,
but… we are talking about Tòkunbo's child.
[sighs]
Godwin!
[Godwin] Ma.
[in Yoruba] Come.
Come over here.
[in Pidgin] Tòkunbo,
you were there that day?
Or have you forgotten?
[in Yoruba] You may go.
[in Pidgin] That's my late sister's son,
who I'm responsible for.
Even me…
Gaza lent me money,
which I used to start my business.
I have paid him back every single kobo.
Gaza, your money.
[Iya Mulika gasps]
[ominous music plays]
[in Yoruba] Gaza, please.
Please.
-Come here! What's wrong with you? -[grunts]
Are you avoiding having sex with me?
You act like you don't want my penis. What's wrong with you?
Gaza, please.
[melancholy music playing]
Let's go inside.
Gaza, please.
Gaza! Gaza, please.
Come along!
Gaza, please, I beg you in the name of God.
Gaza, please.
Hey! Behave yourself.
Gaza, please!
[Gaza] This woman will make me climax.
-[Iya Mulika crying] -[Gaza moaning]
-[Iya Mulika in Pidgin] Till today… -[Gaza in Yoruba] I just climaxed.
…I'm still paying the debt.
[Gaza moaning]
[Iya Mulika] I'm not only paying back in cash.
[in Yoruba] I swear, Iya Mulika, you will be the end of me in Lagos!
[chuckles]
Are you also laughing?
[shouting] Come on, get back to work!
[music continues]
No matter how bad things may get…
don't ever go back to Gaza.
[phone ringing]
[J'adore in English] Mr. Adesanya, I know you don't have a lot of money,
but if you want to give him a chance at a normal life,
you have to do whatever it takes to raise the money for this surgery.
Be strong, huh?
[music becomes suspenseful]
[Gaza in Pidgin] Things are not easy, Tòkunbo.
Meals are not even frequent.
[counting machine whirring]
Please, I beg you.
If I wasn't desperate for help, I wouldn't be here.
You're my guy.
Would I lie to you, eh?
-Things are hard-- -Gaza, please.
Look at my car. You can take my car.
When I have the money, I'll pay you back, please.
[scoffs]
Tòkunbo, I don't have money.
Don't worry, keep your car, okay?
Keep your car.
I don't have any money. At all.
Do you hear me?
Hey. Hey.
Don't make me send someone to remind you to bring my food.
-[in Yoruba] I'm sorry. -[Gaza] Sorry for yourself.
Tokunbo how are you?
I am OK.
[in Pidgin] Your bum is very soft.
-[in Yoruba] You blow my mind. -[phone ringing]
[in Pidgin] Yes, for that other job,
eh, I've got the guy for it.
[Gaza] He's stubborn, but he can do it.
No, no, no, he's smart. He's smart.
[phone chimes]
[Gaza] No issues, I'll get it done, boss.
[in English] Yes, boss.
[in Pidgin] No worries.
["Living in Bondage" by Prettyboy D-O plays]
[women squealing]
[women talking excitedly]
-[in English] Something nice. -Go, baby, go!
You're disturbing me.
Leave me. Leave me alone. Leave me. Leave me alone.
[man speaking indistinctly]
[woman in Pidgin] It'll be lit.
-[horn honking] -[music ends]
[cell phone chiming]
[ominous music plays]
[dramatic music plays]
[music continues]
[tires squeal]
[beeps]
[cell phone chiming]
Are you kidding me?
[in English] Babe, babe,
I've got good news for you.
I've got great news for you.
Look, I'll tell you about it when I get there, okay?
I am here to present my case to you personally,
so that you understand that this is not a witch hunt.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
The IMF and the SEC are both onboard, and I need your support.
[Falana] So, where does that leave us?
You mean you want to clamp down on all our hard work
and then expect us to support you?
I can see that you're looking at the cup half empty, Mr. Falana.
Well, I'm a realist.
Look, I am not the enemy here.
All I'm trying to do is to ensure that we have a thriving economy
that we all can benefit from.
If we do not regulate this now,
our currency will continue to nose-dive.
So, it's all about control for you?
Because I do not see how your policies benefit any of us on this table,
other than yourself.
[Folashade] Hmm.
The cryptocurrency market
is a massive one.
One that has great potential,
but only if Central Bank is able to regulate it.
[turns off engine]
[Folashade] We cannot afford to leave something that has the capacity
of drowning the market value of the naira in the hands of a few people.
So, what incentive is the Central Bank offering to people
whose businesses are going to be adversely affected by this policy?
Thank you for bringing that up, Dr. Udezie.
Like I mentioned earlier, this is not a witch hunt.
All we are looking at are viable ways to boost our economy,
which is why we are prepared to offer bailouts.
[man 1] Bailouts?
How is that going to solve anything here?
[Folashade] It is soft landing,
in comparison to the implementation of a policy without any incentive.
Don't you think?
[worker grunts]
[man 2] I'm well aware that you want to make your mark
as the first female governor of the Central Bank,
but you don't want to make enemies.
[Folashade] Is that a threat?
I'm just saying, you're barking up the wrong tree.
[Folashade] You know, I came here
of my own volition,
with the intention
of having a meaningful conversation.
Apparently, I made a mistake.
Now, I am going to announce
the adoption of this policy officially tonight,
and it is going to fly.
Either you join this moving train or not.
Now you may see me and dismiss me as just some woman,
but I would have you all know that I earned this position,
and I will not sit here and have you badger me into setting aside a policy
that I know will be beneficial to our economy.
Good day, ladies and gentlemen.
[music continues]
[beeps]
[cell phone chiming]
[imperceptible]
[in Pidgin] Is that cocaine?
[in English] I'll have to teach grown men how to do the right thing.
All of them thinking about their pockets, nobody's thinking about the country.
Why? Because corruption is the order of the day.
[ominous music playing]
-[echoing scream in distance] -[echoing thud]
[monitor beeping]
[monitor flatlines]
[music fades]
-Please ignore them, ma. -[groans]
Their opinions don't even matter.
-Your press statement is ready. -Thank you. I'll look at it in the car.
-Did you send the file to Raymond? -Yes, I did.
Good. Set up a meeting with him and the other deputy governors tomorrow.
I think he took leave of absence.
Really? Well, send it to his office anyway.
[knock at window]
[exciting, dramatic music plays]
[imperceptible]
[mouthing] My baby! My baby! My baby!
My baby!
[Tòkunbo screaming] Hey! Hey! Hey!
[in Pidgin] Whose child is it? Take it back!
[tires squealing]
[phone ringing]
[in English] Hey, baby.
[Lisa] Tòkunbo, I am scared.
I don't want to lose my son.
[sniffles]
I don't want to lose my son.
We won't.
[Lisa sobbing]
[phone beeps]
[screaming]
[music fades]
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Yeah?
Where is she?
What?
[ominous music plays]
[tense music plays]
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Who is this?
[man with distorted voice] Your benefactor.
The one that made me deliver cocaine and God knows what, right?
350,000 Naira for such simple tasks.
That's good money, don't you agree?
[in Pidgin] Who are you?
[in English] And who is this girl in the back seat of my car?
The less you know, the better.
[tires screeching]
Is that so?
I'll drop her right now at the nearest police station.
-[in Pidgin] Maybe then you'll understand. -[chuckles]
[in English] Tòkunbo Adesanya.
The boy who came via the sea only to be abandoned by his father.
I don't think it would be a good idea to take her to a police station,
especially for a man in your position.
[in Pidgin] Sir, who are you?
[in English] I offered 10,000,000 for your troubles.
Now, I'm willing to triple the amount just because I can.
Deliver her to the border in three hours,
and you'll get 30,000,000, in cash.
And if I refuse?
You obviously have an adamant personality.
Maybe you want proof of negotiation.
Why don't you check your phone?
[cell phone vibrates]
[Bankole] Hello, Shade.
Where is my daughter?
What do you mean, where is your daughter?
I don't have time for this, Bankole. Where is Nike?
Is my daughter missing?
My daughter is missing,
and you are calling to accuse me of abducting her?
Don't you dare try to gaslight me right now.
You've done this before!
Is this some kind of joke, Folashade?
[in Yoruba] You okay?
[in English] Are you in your right senses?
[man with distorted voice] The sound of silence.
I am a benevolent man, Tòkunbo,
which is why the 30,000,000 that I offered is still on the table.
Not for you, but for your dying son.
This is blackmail now.
You have one minute to decide.
[Bankole] Oh, please.
I only took my daughter out for ice cream,
and your nanny knew exactly where I was taking her.
Yeah, right, you've always wanted to take her away from me.
[exhales]
-I will do it. -[man with distorted voice] Splendid!
You've spent five minutes negotiating.
Now you have two hours, 55 minutes on your clock.
There's a bag containing sedatives.
She needs a jab every one hour.
The next dose is in 25 minutes.
-Good luck. -[phone beeps]
[Bankole] Look at you, hiding your head in the sand.
Pointing fingers at everyone but yourself.
Has it ever occurred to you to think about the enemies
that you are amassing with your new position and policies?
If anything happens to my daughter…
[in Yoruba] If anything happens to her--
-[in English] Shut up, Bankole. -[guard] Ma'am.
We are about to review the CCTV, please come with me.
Okay.
[brooding music plays]
[cell phone ringing]
Ma, the commissioner of police.
Hello?
Madam governor, it's a kidnap.
We must get to the media
and secure the city,
immediately.
[Folashade] Yes. Yes, um…
Please do everything you can.
Thank you.
Breaking news.
The daughter of the newly appointed central bank governor of Nigeria,
-Nike Balogun-Smith, has been abducted. -…abducted at a swimming facility…
-[in Igbo] The police public relations… -[in Hausa] She attended a swimming event,
where she was abducted.
[in Pidgin] What game are you watching?
A football match, but it changed to the news.
[Nike farts]
[hip-hop music playing over stereo]
[woman] This Lagos traffic can wake the dead.
Do you think this is normal Lagos traffic?
Can't you see the police? What are you saying?
I heard a rich man's child was kidnapped.
-[woman exclaims] -I'm not kidding.
[all exclaiming and talking excitedly]
[woman 2] Problem.
[woman 1] I won't be a victim, in Jesus' name.
-[woman 2] God forbid. -[woman 1] I won't be kidnapped.
[woman 1] Never.
["The Opposite of Love" by P. Akor, H. Lambo, Gunzz, feat. 40Gramz plays]
[in English] ♪ Opposite of love ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Why they hatin' on me ♪
♪ Everywhere I go It's the opposite of love ♪
[song fades]
[in Pidgin] Call me back, please.
[phone ringing]
Sir, what is going on?
The police are everywhere.
All the streets are blocked, what's going on?
[in English] That was quick.
[in Pidgin] I hope it has nothing to do with your package.
Who is this child?
[in English] A friend's daughter.
[In Pidgin] Sir, why would you kidnap your friend's daughter?
[in English] Like I said,
the less you know, the better.
Wait, hello?
[in Pidgin] This man is crazy.
[woman over radio in English] In latest development regarding the kidnap
of Nike Balogun-Smith,
-the sum of 5,000,000 naira-- -[Nike] That's my name.
[tires screech]
[dramatic sting]
What? Who are you, and how did I get into your car?
Did you kidnap me?
[screaming] Kidnapper! Kidnapper! Help! Help!
Leave me alone! Leave me! Leave me!
[crying]
Ouch!
[groans] You don't know what you've gotten yourself into.
If my mummy catches you, I promise you, you'll spend…
[panting softly]
-[knock at window] -[dramatic sting]
[in Pidgin] Yes, madam?
-What's going on here? -She's sick, I'm trying to comfort her.
What's wrong with her?
She seems sick.
-Is she your child? -She is my child.
Take her to the hospital. Such a beautiful child.
Yes.
Sir, take her to the hospital.
She's scared of injections.
[tense music playing]
[in English] Do you know anyone who'd want to kidnap your daughter to get at you?
Um, earlier in the day, in my meeting, I had an argument
with one of the company executives during my meeting.
Mr. Falana.
It sounded like a threat, but I didn't think anything of it.
Well, madam, we need all the leads we can get.
[Aziba] Excuse me.
-Huh? -Uh, Deputy Governor Raymond.
[gasps] Raymond. Ray-- Um, excuse me, please, sir.
Raymond?
[Raymond] Madam Folashade. Oh, thank God you are okay.
I've been trying to reach you as I heard the news.
-How are you? -Raymond.
Raymond, your call is like a breath of fresh air to me right now.
Oh, I feel like my whole world is crashing down on me.
[Raymond] I can imagine the mental trauma, the torture.
This is so unfair. I'm on the next flight to Lagos.
Oh, no! No! Raymond, I need you on ground in Abuja.
No, you're one of the few people that I actually trust right now.
Please, hold the fort for me until I'm able to figure this out.
[Raymond] Ma, if there's anything you want me to do, let me know.
We're here praying for you.
Thank you, Raymond.
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
[man with distorted voice] Folashade Balogun-Smith.
Who is this?
[man with distorted voice] Congratulations on your appointment, Your Excellency.
You really are a tough nut to crack.
Intelligent,
conscientious,
straight as a ruler.
Who are you, and what do you want?
Let's just say, I am the man behind the breaking news.
[whispering] Speaker. Speaker.
Get the tech guys. Come on.
[man with distorted voice] Your daughter, she is pretty I must say.
Just like her mother.
[Folashade] What are your demands?
Ah, right to business, then.
You know, I find your rigidity highly commendable.
I mean, you've managed to hold sway this long.
Quite a record for your office.
But my toe is one you do not want to trample upon.
Look, I don't care what game you think you are playing,
but if anything happens to my daughter--
Oh, not that movie line again.
You did ask what I want,
and my demands are quite simple.
But I won't divulge them just yet.
I have a gift for you, though.
Check your inbox.
-Hello? Hello? Hello? -[phone chimes]
Check the inbox.
-[Salim] Were you able to trace the call? -No, sir.
[Folashade groans]
[suspenseful music plays]
-Leave me alone! -[in Pidgin] Little witch!
[car crashes]
-[in English] Hey! Come back here! -Leave me alone! Leave me!
Come! Come here!
-Come here! [groans] -Leave me.
[in Pidgin] Little witch.
[Chukwudi in Igbo] How nice!
-[cell phone ringing] -Oh…
[in English] Hello?
[in Pidgin] Chukwudi, please, I need your help.
I'm using it.
My car broke down.
Please, come with your car.
I need to quickly do something.
Please, what sort of problem is this?
Please.
-[phone beeps] -Ah.
[clicks tongue]
[keyboard app clacking]
[Folashade] Aziba,
are you okay?
Yes, I'm… I'm fine, ma.
I'm fine. It's just, this whole thing has me a little rattled.
Thank you… for being here.
I'm glad I can be here for you, ma.
Um, can-- can you get me coffee?
Yes, of course.
-Two cubes. -Two cubes.
No cream.
Banky.
Hello, darling.
Don't worry.
Oh no, sir. Please let me--
Don't worry, I'll do it.
[vehicle approaching]
[door opens, closes]
My guy, thank you. Thank you, my guy.
[in Pidgin] Hold on, don't thank me yet.
-When did you start having accidents? -It happens.
Hold on, I'm coming.
[suspenseful music plays]
My guy, tomorrow I'll come and pick it up. Please.
-Come-- -I don't have time.
When did you start driving kids? Wait. You see this car?
This car, I beg of you, is my Bentley.
It's my Bentley, don't crash it.
-Drive gently. -No problem.
-Don't steer it like that. -[tires squealing]
Do you want to ruin the car?
[cell phone ringing]
-[man with distorted voice] Where are you? -[Tòkunbo] I'm on the road.
I burst my radiator and I had to switch cars.
Don't play games with me, Tòkunbo.
It won't end well.
[phone beeps]
[ominous music plays]
[amusing music plays]
-[car rattling] -[engine sputtering]
[Chukwudi] Iya Mulika!
[groans]
Iya Mulika!
[in Igbo] Where is this woman? Iya Mulika!
Chukwudi.
[in Pidgin] Yes, please, give me one cold bottle of Goldberg.
-Okay. -A very cold one.
-[Iya Mulika] You know I've got you. -Yes.
-[Iya Mulika] I'm coming. -I trust you.
How are you all doing?
-We are fine. -It's hot everywhere.
-Chukwudi, how's work? -Fine.
[exclaims]
-Iya Mulika. -Here it is.
-How's work? Did you make any sales? -Yes. You know how the market can be.
Who's playing?
-[man 1] Barca and Madrid. -Barca and who?
-[man 1] Madrid -Barca and Madrid?
[scoffs] Barca can't play.
Do you know of Enyimba of Aba?
Please.
[man 2] What's this?
[woman on TV in English] Latest development regarding the kidnap
of Nike Balogun-Smith,
the sum of 5,000,000 naira has been earmarked as prize money
to anyone who has valuable information leading to the recovery of the victim.
Anyone with valuable information
-should call 080-11-999-999. -[ominous music plays]
We are still trying to track the cell site
that, uh, fed the phone that called you.
But for some reason, it keeps re-routing to other locations.
Okay, so exactly what are you telling me?
[sputtering] What's going to be done?
Something must be done.
My daughter is missing, my daughter is in danger,
don't you understand that?
We-- We brought in Mr. Falana for questioning earlier on,
but we have reasons to believe that he has nothing to do with this.
So, what exactly are you doing at the moment
to help us find our daughter?
There're still check points and roadblocks all over the town.
-[phone ringing] -My men are everywhere.
Speaker.
[man with distorted voice] My demand is simple,
reschedule your 7:00 p.m. press briefing,
and your daughter lives.
[hangs up]
[gentle music plays]
[sobbing]
[Aziba] She will be found.
[Folashade sobs] What am I going to do?
-I can't. -[shushing]
-It's okay. -I can't.
We will find her.
What do you want to do?
I don't know,
but I will not lose my daughter.
I want you to know,
no matter… the outcome,
I will stand with you.
Alright? Okay?
[sobbing]
[Chukwudi in Pidgin] I took the car to him at Festac.
Then I brought his car back to my shop.
In fact…
here's a picture I took with my car on Sunday.
-[in English] You see the girl in the car? -Ah!
[in Pidgin] I saw her with my very own eyes,
and I recognized her immediately.
-That's the girl. -[amusing music playing]
Officer, I'm sure something was wrong because my friend is a good person.
-Do you have a picture of your friend? -Uh, he hardly ever takes pictures.
A-ha.
See.
It's an old picture He rarely takes pictures.
Sir, it's okay. Just come this way.
I should go over there?
If I go there, that means I'm a criminal.
Please, I'm just a Good Samaritan.
Because my friend took my car, you want to implicate me?
Did I do something bad?
Just come over here. The police is your friend.
Officer, if the police is my friend, let's talk this way.
Let's talk as friends.
Once I come over there, the conversation changes.
That means I'm a thief.
Police is your friend.
-Move. -I thought I'm your friend?
-Am I a criminal? -[prisoner] Sir, come here.
-You said I was your friend. -[prisoner 1] We're thieves, right?
-[Chukwudi] Police is your friend. -[prisoner 2] If I hit you, stay still.
[police officer] Shut up.
[in English] You need to complete the transaction today, Mr. John.
What is the rush?
The transaction will get approved tomorrow as agreed.
The delay is costing me a huge business deal.
Is there any way you can expedite action?
I'm sorry, but based on our agreement,
we cannot process the transaction quicker.
[phone ringing]
Chukwudi.
[Chukwudi] Hello?
-[in Pidgin] Where are you? -I'm driving. What's wrong?
[exclaims]
Your face is all over the media.
What sort of job is this?
Chukwudi, where are you right now?
I'm at Frontline.
[in English] Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Hello, TK, Tòkunbo?
[in Pidgin] He hung up.
[man in English] Is that so?
[in Pidgin] Yes.
Should I call him back?
-[phone ringing] -[panting]
[in English] It's him. It's him.
[phone continues ringing]
[man with distorted voice] You've had enough time to consider my demands.
Hello, I'm Gabriel Ayoola, and I would like us to meet an agreement.
Hand over the child and I--
Hey, give the phone back to the woman, whose child I possess.
[clears throat]
Um, I'm here.
Folashade,
I dislike inconsistency.
Now, are you game or do you need persuasion?
[sputtering] I want to speak with my daughter.
No can do.
[sputtering] I want to see her. I need to know that she's alive.
You are in no position to make demands.
Either you give proof of life, or--
Or what? You will not meet my demands?
Let me paint you a picture.
If you do not have that press conference tonight,
you will be known as the inconsistent woman.
And if I kill your daughter,
everyone will know you as
the mother… who chose her career over her own blood.
And for a woman like you who thrives on perfection,
none of these two options is palatable.
You bastard.
I'll send you a video, just because I am feeling generous.
Comply and you'll receive your daughter by 8:00 p.m. tonight.
But make no mistake, if you hold that press conference,
I will rip out your little angel's guts,
and I will watch as she chokes on her own blood.
I might even send you a souvenir.
You bloody lunatic!
Why don't you show your face and see if I'll not snuff the life out of you?
The ex-husband, is it?
Pathetic.
Anyway, I have to leave now,
before your stupidity makes me change my mind.
Toodles!
[Bankole groans]
She's not with him.
[Bankole] You want me to believe you?
Look, he showed evidence, video evidence, of the kidnap.
But him getting a proof of life is proving difficult, which means that
he's not in possession of that girl.
[Bankole] So, where is she?
They are probably in transit.
And if they are still being transported, we will find her.
[phone ringing]
[man with distorted voice] Make me a video of the girl
and send it to Tòkunboadesanya@003.com.
I can't.
Police is everywhere.
I tried to run away from checkpoints.
I said, make me a video.
I can't right now.
You are a resourceful man, Tòkunbo.
You'll find a way.
Except,
you never want to see your wife and son again.
[in Pidgin] Officer, there's nothing wrong.
I salute, sir.
[man with distorted voice] Now make me a video of the girl
and send it to Tòkunboadesanya@003.com.
No, no, no, no! Not my wife!
Not my baby, not my wife!
-[line disconnects] -Not my-- Shit!
Shit!
[screaming] Fuck!
[Nike] Why are you so violent?
[uneasy music plays]
Are you trying to scare me? It's not working.
What's your name, by the way?
You don't want to answer? Okay.
I want to pee and I'm hungry.
[bottle clatters]
Do you expect me to pee in this?
Do you realize that I'm a lady? Mm?
Okay, I don't want to pee, I want to poop.
Seriously, I want to poop.
[in Pidgin] If I poop in your car, no cleaning agent can remove the odor.
[gentle music plays]
[in English] See, I promise you,
no more injection, no more jab.
I'll buy you something to eat and drink as we go along.
But I need to take a video of you.
Why?
I will explain later.
Magic word.
Please.
Is that how you'll say it?
Be nice about it.
Please?
Okay.
Now lie down, pretend you are sleeping.
[exclaims unhappily]
You're stressing me. You're not even paying me for this.
[phone beeps]
Good.
[Salim] They're still in transit. Can you trace the source of the video?
[tech guy] I can, sir, but it's going to take some time.
-[Bankole] How long? -[tech guy] A couple of hours.
[Bankole] We don't have a couple of hours.
So, if they are still in transit,
how come none of your men have been able to find them?
[Salim] We're tracking them, madam,
but, you see, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I don't care!
[dramatic music playing]
[Salim] But, madam, these things--
You don't understand this, do you?
I am on the precipice of losing my only child!
Why must I be the one to bend over backwards for men
who just want to run this country aground?
I wouldn't even have to choose between keeping my daughter alive
and making this country a better place to live
if you would do your damn job and find her!
[tech guy] Sir?
He's back on the radar.
All units, come in. All units, come in.
[tense music playing]
[tragic music building]
[grunting]
-[guard] What is it? What is it? -[grunting loudly]
[screaming]
[Lisa] My son! My son! My son!
My son is not breathing! My son is not breathing!
Oh, my God!
Please! Please! Please! Please!
Oh my God!
[wailing]
No! No! No! No!
Please, come back! Please, come back!
[wailing]
[footsteps approaching]
Sir…
[whispering]
[whimpering]
[phone chimes]
Wicked man! Wicked man!
You killed my son!
[dramatic music plays]
Please! I just want to carry my boy!
[sobbing] I just want to carry my son.
Please.
What else do you want? Eh?
-Lose your phone. -You said?
Eh…
-Hello? -I said lose your phone!
-[engine revving] -[phone beeps]
[cell phone vibrating]
[in normal voice] Hello, Madam Governor.
[Folashade] Raymond, the kidnappers are asking
that I cancel the press briefing tonight
or I lose my daughter.
What do I do?
-You know what to do. -[sinister sting]
How much more are you willing to lose to prove your competence?
This is a decision you have to take.
No one else can take it for you.
[sinister music plays]
[Nike] So, your baby is sick and you need money to save him,
which is why you kidnapped me for a man who has been calling you.
That same man has kidnapped your wife and your son too.
[sighs] Clearly, your problems need divine intervention.
[gentle music plays]
Do you know this man?
And how does he know you?
Are you sure if you give me to him,
he'll give you your wife and money for your son too?
I don't know,
but I have to try.
What does he want from my mummy, anyways?
I have no idea.
Why don't we go to the police?
If we go to the police, he'll kill my family.
Mm, that's mean.
Yes.
These people can be very mean.
Let's get out of here, quick.
Remember, I have no time.
Quick, get in the car.
[suspenseful music plays]
[music continues]
[music intensifies]
Buckle up.
-[engine revving] -[tires squealing]
[sirens blaring]
[exciting music plays]
Tell all the units in that area to get on their tail, now!
And someone get me on a helicopter, now!
Yes, sir! Air wing, come in. Prepare the chopper.
[groans]
[crying]
[line ringing]
-Babe! Babe, I'll call you back-- -[sobbing]
Tòkunbo, Chris is gone.
[sobbing]
[Nike] Where are you going?
[Nike yelps]
Slow down! Slow down!
[imperceptible]
[music continues]
[imperceptible]
[mouthing] No!
[music fades]
[Aziba whispering] What else do you want me to do?
[ominous music plays]
No, but I gave you all the information I had.
No, I handled the governor.
Okay, me?
All you had to do was make sure the girl got delivered to you.
No. No, Raymond.
It's not my fault that your Tòkunbo messed things up for you.
That is not my fault.
I did everything I could for you.
I did my fucking best.
[melancholy music plays]
You are a fucking user.
And I hope you rot in hell.
-[music continues] -[truck beeping]
[female reporter] The kidnapper, who has been identified
as Tòkunbo Adesanya,
crashed his car in the railings of the bridge
in the heat of a police chase.
But it seems that both the bodies of Nike Balogun-Smith,
the daughter of the newly appointed CBN Governor,
Madam Folashade Bankole-Smith, and her abductor have not been found.
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
[gasping]
Nike! Nike! Nike!
[suspenseful music playing]
[coughing]
[Nike] I'm sorry about your son.
I think you're a good person.
You're a bandit but a good one.
You know you'll have a baby someday,
but not a bandit.
Iya Muli. Iya Muli.
[in Yoruba] Please, watch over this child.
I'll be back shortly.
-Tòkunbo! -Please take care of her.
[Iya Mulika] What's going on?
[dramatic music playing]
[sirens wailing]
[gentle music plays]
[engine sputtering]
[engine starts]
[car engine revving]
[crashing]
[music continues]
[Raymond]When the deal goes through,
your 5% is guaranteed.
It's gonna set you up.
[Aziba] It's not about the money, Ray.
You know I'd do anything for you.
Right?
Deputy Governor Raymond.
-[Folashade] Raymond. -[Raymond] Madam Folashade.
Oh, thank God to see you.
I've been trying to reach you since I heard the news. How are you?
Raymond, your call is like a breath of fresh air right now.
I feel like my whole world is crashing around me.
I can imagine the mental trauma, the torture you're going through.
This is so unfair. I'm on the next flight to Lagos.
Oh no, no. Raymond, I need you on ground in Abuja.
You're one of the few people that I actually trust right now.
Please, hold the fort for me.
Wow!
Raymond.
You? Of all people?
How?
How can you do this to me?
Huh?
I trusted you!
It's just business.
Business, you bastard. I lost a child!
[sobbing] My only child!
[Bankole] I need you.
[imperceptible]
Huh?
Huh? Nike.
Nike is alive. Nike…
-Nike. -Nike is alive?
Nike is alive. Nike is alive.
Lucky you.
[ominous music plays]
I'll be seeing you.
Aziba.
Aziba, you?
Really?
Aziba.
[sighing in exasperation]
Where? Where is Nike? Where?
[heart beating]
[water bubbling]
[grunting in surprise]
[gurgling]
-[gasping] -[ominous music plays]
[Gaza in Pidgin] Are you awake?
Where's the girl?
Dunk him in.
[gurgling]
-[Gaza] Bring him up. -[gasps]
[Gaza] Small delivery.
An ordinary delivery like this, you couldn't do it.
You're my guy. Would I lie to you?
Don't worry, keep your car.
Yes, I've got the boy for the job.
No. He's smart.
You ruined it, like you ruin everything in your life.
Gaza!
So, it's you?
[exclaims]
Had it been my job you messed up like this…
I would have beheaded you.
I would take your small head and put it on a spike,
and place it at the center of Labule.
The cars you smuggle in for me…
that gets you paid…
[Tòkunbo grunts hoarsely]
Agba has been the person handling it.
You see Labule?
The whole of Labule that you see, where everything runs smoothly.
[grunts]
Agba has been the one handling it.
[tense music playing]
You see Iya Mulika,
Gabriel, Chukwudi, Alhaji Tenten, Adamu Yaro?
If not for Agba's connection, which business would thrive here?
But you…
Just deliver a little girl…
You messed it up.
Less than 24 hours to seal this big deal.
You messed it up.
Where's the girl?
You'll never find her!
You will never find the girl!
Dunk him.
You will never find her!
[grunts]
[gasps]
[water splashing]
[rope straining]
[gasping]
[man] Boss Gaza.
[tragic music playing]
[Gaza laughing]
[Gaza laughing more loudly]
Look at you.
I knew it would turn out this way.
You are cursed, Tòkunbo.
[Tòkunbo gasps]
Because you, Tòkunbo, ought to know that I, Gaza,
own this entire area.
Nothing moves, nothing goes or comes, or breathes,
nothing happens in Labule…
that Gaza does not know about.
Since you are no longer useful to me…
I will get a ring for you.
[rings clanking]
Gaza.
I swear on my child's life. I swear on my child's life.
If you're brave, drop your weapon.
Tell your boys to stand down if you are so confident.
Fight me man to man.
The cowardly one will lose.
[chuckles]
You want to fight Gaza?
Huh?
You want to fight me?
-[Nike] No! -[blade clunks]
[suspenseful music plays]
[blade clunks]
[music intensifies]
Let's get on with it.
[blade clanks]
[men chanting] Gaza!
[chanting continues]
[exciting music plays]
[yelling]
[yells]
[chanting continues]
[grunting]
[blow lands]
[clanking]
-[blow lands] -[groans]
-[horn blaring] -[chanting continues]
-[sounds fade] -[high-pitched ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[imperceptible]
[squelches]
[chanting resumes]
[thunder rumbling]
[dramatic music plays]
[punch lands]
[music intensifies]
[men chanting] Gaza!
Let me see who will help you now.
[music softens]
If you had not been a foolish man like your father…
How could you let your child die?
Huh?!
How could you let your child die?
Huh?
Look at you!
Why would your child die like that?
You think you are a man.
Because you had sex and had a child, you think you are a man.
Now your child is dead.
You can see, you're not a man!
You are not a man at all.
You are not a man.
You are going to die by my hands today.
[Tòkunbo yelling]
-[Gaza groaning] -[ropes straining]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music plays]
[coughing]
Give me that cutlass.
Bastard!
-[gunshot] -[music stops]
[thunder rumbling]
[gentle music plays]
[police sirens approaching]
[mouthing] Daddy! Mummy!
["Home" by Rex Ricketts feat. Lamaj plays]
[children chanting] Go, Nike!
♪ See, there's no place like home ♪
[all cheering]
♪ I've been searching for Somewhere to call my home ♪
[singing continues in Pidgin]
[imperceptible]
♪ A place of happy tomorrows ♪
♪ I believe in honesty And deep peace of mind… ♪
Jump in, my champion!
Whoo! Go, child! Go, baby, go, baby! Oh!
Go, Nikky, go, Nikky, go!
-Guess who's here? -Who? Daddy?
Another guess.
[amusing music plays]
Hello, boss.
-[Nike] Mr. Tòkunbo! -[Tòkunbo chuckles]
-[Nike] Bandit. -What?
Nothing, you know I've got nothing but love for you.
-[Tòkunbo] Ah, come on. -[Nike and Tòkunbo exclaim]
Thank you, Mummy, for letting him out! Thank you!
-She'd never let me hear the last of it. -[Tòkunbo] I know.
So what are you now? Our driver?
Uh, no. Let's just say I'm something like your personal bodyguard.
Sorry? You, personal bodyguard?
You that the bad guy beat up?
[scoffs]
Don't worry, you got me. Teach you some kung fu moves.
-Kung fu? You? -Yes.
-Since when? -Right now.
-Hi-ya! -[mock groans]
[laughs]
[Nike] So, how is Lisa?
[Tòkunbo] Ah, thank you for asking. She's-- She's very well.
And don't tell anybody, we have a new one coming.
[Nike] Wow, that was quick!
-[Tòkunbo] What? -[Folashade] Adenike!
[Tòkunbo] Nike!
[Nike] I mean, we are all adults.
[Folashade] You and who are adults? Come on.
-[Nike] I got nothing but love for you. -[Tòkunbo] Let's go.
[all laughing]
[Folashade] Come on, let's go.
["Gaza" by DJ Neptune feat. Patoranking plays]
[gentle music plays]
[music fades]