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Frank Martin.
He wants mine too.
Drive.
Charming.
Stop.
Lovely spot for a holiday.
"Club Mud."
My apologies. Anwar is a bit of a troublemaker.
What kind of trouble is he making?
Everyone in life wants more than they have.
I'm Haroun Talif, the manager.
You've met Kedar, our head of security?
Sort of.
And this is my son, Youssef.
I imagine you're anxious to take that off your wrist.
This way.
How was your trip?
- Uneventful. - Until the sand storm.
The winds are quite high.
You won't be able to drive back until the evening.
Is there a problem?
We weren't told the contents of the case.
I didn't expect it to be cash.
There are many bandits in the area.
A gold mine is an obvious target.
Mr. Talif, you put us through a lot of trouble to deliver...
not a lot of money.
You were well-paid, were you not?
That's not the point.
The shift change.
Kedar will take you to your tent.
Saved by the bell.
Maybe he doesn't speak English.
Maybe he's a wanker.
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What were they arguing about? Our host and that miner, Anwar?
From what I could make out, health and safety.
The mine's refusing to make improvements.
Profits don't go into the local housing, obviously.
I'm sure inside the mine's worse.
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What did they make us travel all this way?
Something was in that case.
- Something other than money. - Like what?
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Three men are dead and six are trapped in the mine.
What is it?
He's saying why don't they send a rescue team from El-Aai�n?
The sandstorm makes it impossible.
The men have only 12 hours of oxygen.
He used to work in a mine up the mountain.
He says that there's still dynamite up there.
He's saying that even if it's still there,
it's been sitting for too long,
and even a small bomb could make it explode.
Those are the names of the miners stuck down there.
"Youssef."
Youssef...
His son is down there too.
How many off-road trucks do you have?
Three.
Then you need three drivers to get that dynamite,
to be sure at least one makes it back.
You are a professional driver, Mr. Martin.
And I'm giving you my professional advice.
My only son is in there,
and you are his only chance.
Please.
You still need two more drivers.
Thank you...
Thank you very much.
Frank?
He's right.
I'm the best chance these men have got.
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And if I don't? And those men die?
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That's three.
At least let me go with you.
I don't need a passenger, Cat.
Besides, I need you to find out what else was in that case.
You think it had something to do with the collapse?
Don't you?
We slipped it past customs...
Never saw what we had.
Why kill their own men?
Well that miner, Anwar,
who was arguing about safety, he's down there.
An accident is a tidy way to solve a labour problem.
Do you really think they would collapse their own mine?
Shit happens.
And I expect it's a lot more cost-effective
than meeting Anwar's demands.
Clearly the manager didn't expect his own son to be there.
Clearly.
But this only happened because I took the job.
You're not responsible, Frank.
If that's why you're doing this.
I don't like being lied to.
You speak English?
Yes, I do.
I'm Caterina Boldieu.
He's Frank Martin.
My name is Nassima and this is Sulaiman.
You know how to drive one of these, Nassima?
I used to drive a tractor.
Close enough.
You have radios?
Channel 1 reaches us, if mountains are not in the way.
Channel 2 is to talk to each other.
Cat has access to the radio at all times.
You don't trust us, Mr. Martin?
I don't trust you. And I don't like you.
As you wish, Mr. Martin.
Since Sulaiman knows where the mine is,
he'll take the lead.
He's established communication with the miners.
Youssef!
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My son is hurt.
Then we'd better get going.
Kedar speaks the Queen's English.
I told you he was a wanker.
You seem on edge.
Driving explosives on an unpaved road will do that to you.
There's something else.
I don't like driving slow.
You what?
I like driving fast, obviously, but slow, I'm...
I'm crap at it.
You wouldn't do this if you didn't think you'd make it.
If I don't come back, kill that guy, willya?
Be careful up there.
Yep.
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What's this?
A map of the mine.
If Mr. Martin brings the explosives back in time,
we can place a charge here.
There's some risk of further collapse, but...
it's our best chance of getting them out.
Can I have a word?
Of course.
You brought us here under false pretences, Mr. Talif.
False pretences?
I found the hidden compartment
and the residue.
Residue?
The plastic explosives.
You were ordered to kill those men,
and make it look like an accident.
You were paid to do a job. Not to make accusations.
Three men are dead. Six others could still die.
You think I don't want to rescue those men?
I think you want to rescue your son.
But even if Frank makes it with those explosives...
Is that what he wants?
What are you asking from me?
For your help.
To make sure those men survive.
And we do, too.
Nassima?
Ask Sulaiman how much further.
Sulaiman?
Not far now, Inshallah.
Right.
He wants to know why you're doing this.
Fancied a mountain drive.
What about him?
When he was young, he was trapped in a mine.
A man risked his life to save his.
He is repaying his debt to God.
And you?
One of the miners down there...
He's called Anwar.
Yeah, I saw him when I arrived.
He's my husband.
Where's the dynamite?
No.
He says it's sat too long.
The nitroglycerine, it's seeped to the bottom of the crate.
- Is that good enough? - It better be.
C'mon.
Thank you.
How did you get that?
It's a funny story.
Funny "ha-ha", or funny odd?
Anwar and I, we had a farm.
Yeah...
where you drove a tractor.
Bandits steal our things.
They burn our crops.
We tried to fight back.
Anwar got a rifle to scare them.
And then one night, they set the house on fire.
It burnt,
and I got this.
So Anwar works at the mine?
14 hours a day,
seven days a week.
Rotten food. Poison air.
The men who own the mine,
they don't steal your things,
they steal your life.
I saw your husband argue with the manager, Talif.
Anwar called a strike to start tomorrow.
But now with the accident...
That's a fairly nifty coincidence.
I thought you were a bad man,
until you said you would drive.
You said this was a funny story.
I like this scar.
You know why?
It tells me never be a victim.
Fight...
so my children have a better life.
Youssef?
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What's wrong with him?
He's not well.
Problems with his lungs.
You said those men had 12 hours.
That's right.
And that man's struggling to breathe after four?
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Frank, you there?
- I'm here. - You okay?
Swell. We've just loaded the trucks.
How long 'til you get back?
It took us two hours to drive up here,
but this stuff is so unstable
I'd say it'll take six to get back.
That's not going to be soon enough.
They said those men had 12 hours.
That's what they said.
How long have they got?
I don't know. But one of the men just died.
Mohammed.
We have to go now.
We're not gonna help your husband by blowing ourselves up.
We go as fast as we can, and no faster.
We're on our way.
You follow my path exactly.
You understand?
Good.
Let's do this.
Nassima...
slow down,
there's a bump on the left.
You crawl over it, you understand? You crawl.
Understood.
Sulaiman?
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Is he alright?
He's fine.
Crankcase blew. This thing's not going anywhere.
You can roll it downhill.
Where to? There's no shoulder on this road for at least a mile.
We need to get past.
Come with me.
What? What is it?
He says it's God's will and the men can't be rescued.
You tell him God helps those who help themselves.
- Is that from the Bible? - The Koran.
What are you doing?
You're both getting back in your trucks.
- What for? - You're gonna back them up.
What good will that do?
Just do it!
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She has found something.
A way to help the men.
A tunnel,
adjacent to the collapse.
If you breach the wall here, even just a crack,
you could get them more air.
It's worth a try.
She's not even an engineer.
Does it matter?
Now go do it!
As you wish.
Do you have any weapons?
Why?
You'll need them. We both will.
Kedar has them all locked up.
Can you get the key?
I might.
Then get it.
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Wait here.
What are you going to do?
God's will.
Can we go now?
Cat?
How's it going?
We hit a little bump in the road.
How little?
We're down to two trucks.
Nassima and Sulaiman?
Fine. We're all fine.
Your pal, Kedar, he won't be happy about that.
What's he gonna do about it?
That's the question, isn't it?
- Be careful, Frank. - Yeah. You too.
They are OK?
They're down to two trucks.
What is it?
Where'd you get the key?
I stole it from Kedar's tent.
I'm to return it before he notices.
Too late.
Where are the guns?
I moved them.
For safekeeping.
I am the manager of this mine.
And I'm the head of security.
My key please.
What can we do?
He still has to make this look like an accident,
like there's no way to rescue those people.
There won't be if your friend doesn't return
with that dynamite.
Well then, we just have to make sure he does.
I think you are a good man, but a strange man.
Thank you... I think.
I think you like it, the danger.
Most of us want to live
a long time.
I intend to live long enough.
You have no wife? No children?
No.
Those things give life meaning.
I'm glad you think so.
I hope you live long enough to find I'm right.
Listen, Nassima...
You should know I was hired to drive a case from Madrid.
They wanted me to think it was cash,
but I think it was something they used
to trigger the accident,
the collapse.
To make it look like an accident.
Then this happened because of you?
That's why you're here, driving this truck?
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Now I'm not so sure.
They don't look too friendly, do they?
What do they want?
Gold, they say they know we're from the mine.
Tell them to be careful.
Or not.
I'll show him the gold.
Tell him, tell him!
Say I'll climb inside the truck,
tell him it's hidden under the sand.
No, no, stop!
He says he'll get it. He wants you to tell him where it is.
When I say run, you run...
- OK? - OK.
Tell him it's by the cab,
he has to dig under the sand to find it.
Run!
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Cat?
Here.
We're getting close. Have them open the gate.
We'll do that.
You hear that, Kedar?
Right away.
- We need guns. - He took them.
He didn't take all of them.
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Me.
On your feet!
Tell him he's going to need a pulley to move it.
We are ready.
Where's laughing boy?
Not laughing anymore.
You killed him?
He did.
What about the men?
We haven't been able to reach them for an hour.
There will be justice for my son.
I will make sure there is justice.
You okay?
Let's get the hell out of here.
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