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Hey. Is that me?

Yeah. You'd turn up late for your own funeral, wouldn't you? Couldn't find me

a passport.

Better late tonight than tomorrow.

Good to see you, man. Where's the girls?

In the toilet.

You packed? You all set? Yeah. You nervous?

No. Good.

To Kurdistan. To Kurdistan. It's not you.

Hey, love.

How are you?

You packed?

Yeah. Ready to go.

How's it going?

Any action?

God, I hope not. You're running out of time.

Seats in the corner, let's go. Yeah, yeah.

How are you?

So mindful.

Pointing the finger.

So?

Quiet tonight?

Yeah, I think so.

I think it's sad.

Sad? Yeah, you're going.

Anyway,

we decided some names.

So, if it's a girl, she'll be Morna.

Morna. It means beloved.

That's nice.

And if it's a boy?

That was a tough one, but we finally agreed on Mark.

Are you joking?

No.

Really? Yeah, really.

Curse the child.

Wow, thank you.

Thank you.

All right, come on.

Jesus.

You smell?

Yeah. I thought you guys are used to this kind of thing.

How can anyone get used to this?

Well, considering we have no ventilation, no running water, no

medicine, I would say we're doing pretty good. Dr. Telzani, this is my friend

David. Nice to meet you.

All right. No flash.

Keep Eri away.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What happened to you?

Just needed some fresh air.

Feeling better now?

Yeah.

You do look like shit.

I think you're getting too old for this gig.

No, that's funny.

I'm going home, Mark.

Yeah, me too.

So? I want to go now.

Tomorrow.

I've had enough and Diane's due in two weeks if I'm not back in time.

I know.

What about the offensive?

What about it?

Well, it looks like they're finally gonna go.

They've been saying that ever since we got here.

These people have been launching offences for, what, two centuries?

Two centuries from now, they'll still be launching them.

You miss this one, they catch you next.

That simple, huh?

Ah, shite, here we go.

Blue tags.

You're right for this.

Yeah.

All right.

Let's go get some shots.

Come on.

Do you have an extra cigarette?

Beautiful, isn't it?

This place is beautiful.

You know, in my lifetime alone,

we had eight wars.

Two with the Turks, three with the Iranians, and three with the Iraqis.

And if I go back to...

When my father was alive, or my father's father, each time we've been beaten,

that's what we courage the best, get beaten.

So where do you stay?

Where am I to go, Mr. Walsh?

They talk of free will, but we are all just homing pigeons in the end.

You should leave soon, you and your friend.

The offensive starts in two days, and when it happens, it will be very hard to

leave. No, we don't want to leave.

That's why we're here, Doctor.

Can you get us a place on board?

Do you ever stop?

Alright, let's go.

I'll see if I can do something.

Thank you.

There's an Iraqi outpost there. The only way to supply it is a convoy through

this valley.

So they'll be sitting ducks for an ambush.

I've only found us two places on the truck.

Has he? Yeah.

So we go along for that and then we come back here, jump in a jeep to the border,

we'll be in Turkey by that night.

What do you think?

It's cutting it too close.

How? We'll be home by Tuesday, Wednesday night at the latest.

A week and a half before the babies do. Oh, come on, Mark. What the hell does

that mean?

Babies are born early all the time.

So what if the Iraqis hit back hard?

It's not going to happen.

It'll be days, it'll be weeks probably before the Iraqis come back into the

mountains.

How do you know that?

Because Saddam doesn't give a fuck about the Kurds.

They'll come back into the mountains just to prove a point.

Massacre them.

He doesn't fucking care about them, though he cares about the flats.

Oil fields.

First order of business, reclaim the oil fields. Reclaim the oil fields? The

Kurds haven't even taken them yet.

What if they don't?

What then?

Jesus Christ, man, you're making a hard look. We've been here, what, nearly a

month at this stage? Yeah.

What have we got? Some shots of Talzani in the triage.

Got some school children saluting the rebel flag. Got some fucking Peshmerga

running drills. It's all good stuff. It's all good stuff, man, but it's not

where I came here.

We haven't got the story.

Look, if this offensive goes off, Kurdistan will be hitting the headlines

just about the time we get home.

And we're the only two photographers here. There's no reason why we don't get

those shots.

I can see it now.

Boys, welcome back. How was it? It was grand.

So what shots have you got?

Shots of what? The offensive? Fuck the offense.

Look, we've got school children. They're very cute. Okay, Mark, I get the

picture.

Two more days, man.

You know what the worst of this is?

What?

The food.

The fucking food. I mean, take a look at these beans.

Why do war zones always have such miserable food?

And you being a Scotsman, you'd know about cuisine, would you?

Oh, here we go. Your entire menu looks like it was made in a fucking war zone.

And by the way, that's what your kid's going to be eating for the rest of his

life if we don't bring back some decent pictures. You're worse than a pit bull,

do you know that?

Has anyone ever managed to say no to you?

It's like we hope for a war in France.

Nice food, close to home.

The only thing is, knowing the French, it'll be over in less than a week.

After this, I'll switch to fashion photography.

Two more days then, but no more.

And if they come back tomorrow and say just that... Then we go. No questions

asked. Absolutely.

Okay. Good man. Fair play.

I cannot believe I've been talked into it again.

I can't do this anymore, man.

It's been a change of plans.

They're not going back to base. They're going to hit the Iraqi fort.

What? They're going to go up there in the truck. The Iraqis will think it's a

convoy. No, no, no. Look, David, we've no choice, man.

We're allowed for the ride, remember? Allowed for the fucking ride?

What are you saying?

Listen to yourself.

It's another day, then another day, then another day, and I can't do it!

What the fuck are you gonna do, walk home?

It's 20 fucking miles back to base.

You just don't get it, do you?

I don't care.

Mr. Walsh?

They found you down by the river. Do you remember that?

He says you can't walk.

Is that so?

Not sure.

I have just woke up.

Does it hurt?

No pain?

Can you move your arms?

Your legs?

Very good.

I have the wound as well.

a good place to start.

Not designed for modern war.

Take it easy.

Get some rest.

How do you feel?

Jeez.

Scary.

Better.

Only a little bit of pain.

Excellent. Pain is always preferable to numbness.

You're lucky, Mr. Walsh. You're really lucky.

Has there been any complications?

What?

With the shot?

Yeah. For your own good.

To stop you from suffering.

And what about your friend?

He never came to visit you?

He wouldn't even know I'm here.

He left the day before it happened.

First day of the offence.

Smart man.

You war people, you all think you're immortal.

Probably not good for morale to see your colleague end up in a real cave.

That's all I can find.

I hope they fit.

Mr. Walsh, you're making progress.

What do you think?

How many doctors in the world have to clean the organ?

You should sterilize it, too.

Oh, sarcasm is back.

Great.

You must have a lot of regret.

Regret what, Mr. Walsh?

Did I spare them a few days of terrible suffering because I have no way of

saving them or easing the unbearable pain?

Do you think I killed those poor men because I enjoy...

...in

quiet times when there is not a lot of fighting and I have more time?

I give out very few blues, but when there is a lot of fighting, a lot of

wounded coming in, I have to think of those I can

still save.

Some live, some die.

Only wait to look at it.

And the gals is just arrogance.

The arrogance of imagining you can do something to change it.

I'm sure they'll lecture against this in medical school.

Smoking in operating room.

Think you'll get away with it tonight.

You know what Peshmerga means?

It means those who face death.

Romantic.

Poetic, even.

Personally, I've never seen one face death.

They all turn away at the end.

A jeep is leaving tomorrow morning for the frontier.

Right. The offensive has been a disaster.

You better leave while you can.

Set to go?

Yep.

It's much better.

I guess it's yours.

You're joking me.

I hope you had an enjoyable visit.

A lovely trip.

I don't know why you don't get more tourists up around these parts.

I'm sorry, it's very Kurdish.

It's a point of honour to make sure strangers are content.

In that case, just think of me as another happy customer.

Doctor, it's my sonny.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Pleasure is mine.

Good luck.

Oh, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.

Oh,

Dios mio, what happened to you?

Oh, it was dark. I fell into a river and dragged over some rocks a bit and banged

up.

Just another day at the office.

Why didn't you call me to say you're coming?

Because I had a quick connection from Istanbul.

Well,

what's this?

What have we got here?

You like it?

Yeah. I love it when you go shopping and all of a sudden Presto, there's

something there that makes the place less simple.

You mean monastic?

No, simple.

We had nowhere to sit.

I'll take it back if you want. No, no, Jesus, baby, I'm joking, I'm joking.

I love it. Well, I don't love it, but I get used to it.

I'm just tired.

Come on, I'll throw you a bath.

Okay.

By the way...

I love your new style.

Stand up.

Let me throw you off.

One instant shake.

I don't think I've ever been that tired. I can't even remember getting out of the

bath.

What happened to you?

You're all black and blue.

I told you.

I'm an eejit. Fell into a river and got dragged over some rocks.

You got all that from some rocks?

Diane called.

David didn't come back with you?

No.

He only split up the first day of the offence if he wanted to get through.

Don't you mean he's not back yet?

No.

That doesn't make sense.

He should have been back four or five days ago.

Should we be worried?

That's pretty worrisome.

David knows what to do.

He'll just lay low for a while.

Find another way out.

You know Diane is due in a week or so. What if David isn't back by then? He'll

be back by then.

Wouldn't miss him for the world. That's all he talked about over there.

Yeah, but imagine what if he isn't?

I don't know.

What?

He'll go back over and...

even think about us when you were out there.

That's all.

I think about you on the way out and I think about you on the way back.

but I'll try to come back early.

I was going worried with all this news of the fighting out there.

What happened to you?

Nothing. I got a bit banged up and fell into a river is all.

You go to Kurdistan, you'll fall into a river.

Yeah, no one ever said I was smart.

Listen, can you do a rush job on these?

I want to take advantage of it being in the news, you know?

How much of a rush?

This afternoon.

All right.

I'll make you copies to show on the wall, okay?

Good man.

Oh, you've been doing this now.

The war stuff.

Eight, nine years?

Twelve.

You should get out.

I can tell by looking at you that it's time to get out.

You know by looking at me?

Well, I've been there, you know.

And I know that for all of us there comes a time to, well, to leave it, you

know. Yeah, well, that happens out there, man.

I deal with it out there.

And then I'm here.

Separate worlds.

Look me in the eye and tell me that.

Doesn't affect me.

Well, that's the saddest thing I've ever heard, son.

Ivan, I just came in to get the fucking films done. I didn't come in for a

lecture, man.

All right, all right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's none of my business, I know.

I just think of you as a friend, that's all.

Fair enough.

Okay, so five o'clock? Yeah, lovely.

Thanks.

Stretching. You were where they started going through them?

Yeah. How are they? Good.

That's a good one. Show me.

Not now.

I'll show you later.

We'll see.

I'm sorry I'm late. I had a starter.

I had to feed the beast.

If I don't eat on time, it gets really angry.

It moved.

Did you feel it?

Of course you did.

How are you?

Yeah, alright.

Except I have to pee every five minutes.

Any word from David?

I know it's his job.

And there's a war on, and it's a primitive place, but surely he could get

a message out to me somehow.

Or maybe not.

If the phone lines have been cut.

You won't forget a message. I want him.

He does this to me and then fucks off to Kurdistan.

Yeah.

Hey.

What if I send the cable to the Kurdish refugee camp?

I know some people working there. I can have them at least ask around, no?

Oh, I don't know.

The idea of some Red Cross guy running up to him telling him he has to call his

wife. He'd get pissed off.

So what?

You know what? You're right.

Okay.

Let's do it.

You look like shite.

Thanks. What happened?

Oh, you know.

So, good trip?

I think so, yeah.

You tell me.

Give.

That's a Peshmerga ambush of an Iraqi convoy.

Killed 19 troops and took out a transportation truck.

Yeah.

Too bad Life magazine only does pap these days, but I'll run these past them

anyway.

You should be able to find something on the continent.

Hey, there's a lot of Kurds in Germany, right?

Or do I mean Turks?

I mean both, Amy.

Kurds and Turks.

Yeah. Okay, I'll try Stern.

What else?

Triat. Working title.

For what?

Makeshift hospital in the field.

Soldiers that came in that were too gravely wounded, they took them outside

and killed them.

Killed?

By?

Their own doctor, fellow Kurd.

You can see him in the shot.

Jesus Christ.

Mercy killings.

Well, that is an incredible piece of work, Mark.

I'm gonna put these up for auction.

I'll send it for all the news weeklies and I'll tell them I need an answer by

tomorrow afternoon.

Nice.

Listen.

Time magazine is sending a reporter to Burma and they need a photographer.

We'll then see these.

Interested? Time? Yeah, sure.

Don't jump for joy, will you?

God.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm just tired. It's a long trip.

Okay, anything else?

No, that's it.

Okay, I'll call you. Bye.

See you anyway.

See ya.

That's a terrible limp you got there, Mark.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah, fine. Just got banged up a bit.

Don't start being all concerned now. It doesn't suit you.

Well, listen, you may have got banged up, but I'd say it was worth it.

Great work.

Thanks.

I probably should have stayed home. I'm not much in the mood for socialising.

You should go and talk to Diane.

I will. I will.

I'm going to say no to the Burma job.

And I'll have Amy pull my name from it.

Are you serious?

But you've always talked about working for time.

I know.

Just not right now.

God knows there'll always be another war.

Mark.

Did something happen in Kurdistan?

I decided I want to spend more time with you and I want to have a baby with you.

I'm sorry, but I'm... I'm worried about you.

Worried about me? Yeah.

Yeah, something's wrong.

You're not yourself.

Go on and see Diana.

I feel so extraordinary

I don't care if I hit

tomorrow. I mean, I mean, I've seen too much.

is is

I don't know what I was thinking with those heels.

Here you go. Thanks.

It's just so weird.

You know, Mark didn't even mention David.

It's so strange.

I don't know.

He just seems different.

Preoccupied.

And his limp is definitely getting worse.

He says he isn't, but...

And tonight he told me he wants to have a baby. A baby? Yeah.

Mark wants to have a baby.

Well, he really isn't well.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Diane.

We've gone to so many places together.

They are best friends, but they are so different.

David seems to always focus on the beauty, what's hopeful.

While Mark, well, you wouldn't want many of his pictures on the wall.

Mrs. Walsh?

He's been sent on to neurology. We cleaned the head wound and removed a

foreign object.

A foreign object?

What do you mean? I really couldn't say. That's pathology.

Eh, sorry.

What is wrong with his legs?

That's neurology, I'm afraid. But I'm sure the neurologist will be able to

answer all your questions.

It'll be only a few more minutes.

So, the good news is there's nothing permanently wrong.

Nothing physically permanently wrong with him, that is.

No neural disruption, no broken bones.

There is some swelling and some hypersensitivity along the spine. That's

a class symptom of high-impact trauma, but all indications are that it's

dissipating.

Then why is he getting worse?

He told me he fell into a river, that he was dragged across some rocks. Is that

what he told you?

That's when I started to wonder about his story, because we extracted this

from the back of his head.

Composition steel and cadmium alloy with traces of TNT, characteristics an eighth

of an inch thick, jagged edges curled on two sides, indicating sudden and extreme

metal stress.

Shrapnel.

It seems like Mark had a very close call over there.

An artillery shell exploded just meters from where he was standing.

That's how he got this.

But look, that's not the problem. By all medical and physical indicators, he

should be improving.

But he's not. I mean, if anything, he's getting worse.

Which means?

Which means it's a psychosomatic complication, maybe PTSD.

Look, I'm not a psychiatrist, but I think that might be the kind of doctor

he needs.

Grandpa, are you there?

It's me, Elena.

the whole family, did they, Doctor? Fucking hell.

Well, just a game to you, Mr. Walsh.

I don't know. It just all seems a bit... stupid, you know?

Maybe it is.

But I am trying to help you.

And in 15 minutes, I'll be leaving here and we'll get paid whether you answer my

questions or not while you'll still be lying here unable to walk.

The point being, I suppose, that stupidity can take a variety of forms.

You ever been in a war zone, Doctor?

No.

But I've treated patients who have. Right, well, no offence, but I don't

think it's the same thing.

No.

It's not the same thing.

But does that mean we can only understand what we directly experience?

Can only someone who's been raped counsel a rape victim?

I didn't know Mark had been published.

Do you think you can help him?

Yes, of course I can help him. I can help anyone.

Like I said last night, it doesn't change anything between us.

I only asked you here to help him.

How did you become...

So hard, Elena.

So judgmental.

Is it always wrong to be judgmental about the Nazis or what

Stalin did?

About what you did?

Oh, and just what is it that you think that I did?

No, no, I'm sorry.

I do want to go into this.

This is something you have always denied me.

You have learned about what I did, and that was enough. You made up your own

mind.

But you never once came to ask me.

You are the only thing in the world for me, Elena.

So tell me what it is you think I did there.

Your patience.

were war criminals, monsters, men who destroyed villages and tortured people

to death, all in the name of Spain, of Franco.

And when they came to you, you absolved them of all guilt.

You purified them.

Yeah, you came up with that phrase, didn't you?

You must have.

The Morales Institute?

For psychological purification?

Thousands of innocent people murdered.

And whenever their killers felt pain of guilt, they went to you and you told

them, don't worry about it. You have no choice.

Get on with your life.

Those men, when they were brought to me, those monsters, as you call them, they

were lost.

So as a last hope, they brought them to me, and yes, I purified them. To you, it

is simple.

They were evil men, and because I treated them, I am evil too.

But you forget something.

These were the men who had won.

They held the fate of Spain in their hands, and they had tasted power.

And what is the greatest power that a man...

It is to kill.

And if you have killed a thousand, what are a thousand more?

If you have tortured one person, is it too hard to torture another? No.

It's easy. It's the easiest thing in the world.

This is what our country was faced with.

So what was I to do?

Was I to leave these killers as they were so they could go on killing?

No. I could not agree to that.

I purified them.

I brought them back to life and to

humanity.

How many people did I save?

I think I saved many.

So there you have it. Do with it what you will.

But you are no longer a teenager.

The world is a very complex place.

Ah, so you're awake then.

How do you feel?

Fine.

Marvelous. What time is it?

Time to get started.

Beyond that, who can say?

Elena yesterday telephoned me and told me about all your difficulties and asked

if I could help. I said, well, I was rather hesitant at first because I've

been retired from the field for many years, but... Sorry, you mentioned

Elena.

I am Joaquin Morales, Elena's grandfather.

Carmen, her mother, is always telling me about your adventures.

And now we finally meet, and it's a pity it's in these

circumstances.

And I imagine you've heard a great deal about me.

No, she said she stopped talking to you a number of years ago because she heard

you were a fascist.

A fascist?

She's a very inventive girl.

Oh, por Dios.

All this talk is distracting me from the reason I came.

I would like to make a brief, patient history of you, if that's all right with

you.

There is no choice.

Age? 34.

Parents? Still alive?

Father passed away. Mother lives in London.

Brothers and sisters?

No.

Well, then, let's get started.

That's it.

I beg your pardon?

I thought psychiatrists were supposed to ask you all sorts of questions about

your childhood experiences and relationships and all that stuff.

Unnecessary exotic.

You're not actually a psychiatrist, are you?

Well, I like to think of myself as a scholar of the human spirit.

Tell me a war story.

What? A war story.

You must have many, but the first one that comes to your mind.

It's a bit early in the fucking day for that.

I don't even know if his family got the body back.

Why do you think this incident affected you?

I don't know.

Maybe I felt responsible.

Well, perhaps if you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have run.

The soldiers would not have fired.

I suppose so.

Well, that makes perfect sense. You feel...

that you are responsible because to a great degree you are.

You think I'm too harsh?

How many people have you told this story to, Mark? Four? Three?

Two? Twenty?

Now what do they say?

Oh, you mustn't blame yourself.

Oh, no, it was not your fault. Oh, no, there was nothing you could do. Am I

correct?

You have looked to others for forgiveness, but...

As you have discovered, this is something they cannot give you.

We cannot let go of the pain. We have to carry it with us forever. That is what

it means to live.

Now, I can help you to live with this pain.

Look at me.

I am 86 years old.

I lost my entire family.

I lost my parents.

I lost my brothers and sisters.

And I lost my wife.

And yet, I am still here.

I can still smile.

And the world is still a wonderful place.

Ada and I will probably be here before long.

So you tell her I'm in the motel.

Oh, by the way, you know you sleep very peacefully?

There's not a movement, not a wrinkle in your face, just like a baby.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

No.

If you were thrashing about and muttering to yourself, it would mean the

problem is close by.

But peacefulness in a grown man, that is not a good sign.

Excellent.

You're almost back to normal.

with less grace than you.

Splendid.

His sense of humor is always one of the last abilities to return.

That was the office.

A Red Cross team in Kurdistan just found David's things in a hotel room in Rawa.

Rawa does?

Yeah.

It's a town in the north.

It was our base.

In the north?

But I thought you told me he went south.

I don't know. He was...

He was heading south, and I was supposed to go back to round us.

But I just headed straight for Turkey when I had a chance, you know?

Everything's still there.

His clothes, everything.

Okay.

What do we do?

Is there anyone there we can contact?

I don't know.

Think, Mar. There must be someone. I don't know.

This is not very helpful.

Not right now.

What am I supposed to tell Diane, huh?

I have to get over there. Come if you think of anything.

I'm afraid I don't... I don't understand.

My best friend, David, we went to Kurdistan together, but we split up.

I should have been back a week ago.

And you're worried.

His wife is expecting a baby any day.

But he's careful.

It's not the first time one of us has been laid back.

And it is a war zone, of course.

There are often many delays.

But I don't think you should worry about him. He'll be fine.

The most important thing is to concentrate on your treatment.

Which reminds me.

I know very little about the geography of Kurdistan.

It was partitioned by the English, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Any time you find a mess in the world, it's usually thanks to them or the

French.

Well, perhaps you could draw a map for me.

You think it would clash with the decor?

Just a rough map.

And while you're doing it, perhaps another one of your war stories.

Sorry, I don't understand.

You know, the odds alone would say that not even one of the skulls belonged to a

member of her family.

So, in effect, I'd given her a bunch of strangers to take home with her.

You're wrong about one thing.

She knew well that you were pretending.

That is why she was grateful.

That is why she thanked you for the charade, for the performance you put on

for her benefit.

It's very complicated being a survivor, you know.

Sometimes you have to place your faith in magic or

believe the things that you know are not true if you want to continue.

It's a kind of an instinct.

If you wish to continue, if you wish to survive, then you must bury the

dead.

Tell me, does the camera act as a kind of filter for you? To distance you from

your surroundings?

Sure.

I suppose that's why a lot of photographers have been killed

throughout the years.

Looking through the camera, it's easy to forget that the things that are

happening in front of you are actually real, you know?

Well, sometimes it fails, huh? Sometimes the real world takes over, and then

when there's no one to help you, you're very lonely.

Perhaps that is the reason why you travel with all the other photographers,

no? I suppose so.

And to protect each other?

Yeah, that too.

One more observation.

I would not call it an obsession, but why are you so concerned about what

happens to the dead?

I noticed this when you were talking about the boy from Beirut.

At the end, you said, I don't even know if his family ever got his body back.

What is so important to you about the fate of the dead?

Maybe superstition.

Superstition?

You know, that the dead should be returned to their families.

That they shouldn't be left alone.

More important to you than those who survived?

Actually, I don't know what you're trying to get at, Joaquin.

I think you do.

I said I don't.

What do you feel when you see all these bodies lying around everywhere?

Sorrow? Fear?

Relief? That you are not amongst them?

That you have survived?

Fuck you.

Excuse me? I said fuck you!

And that one of your fucking war criminals' rights is just back off!

You said you wanted to talk to me. I never fucking asked you to come here!

I was asleep.

My hospital room. You walked in and fucking woke me.

We can stop if you prefer. Yeah, I need some sleep.

Well, I'll take you home. No, you're grand. Stay where you are.

So you're awake.

What time is it?

Up you get. Up.

I need coffee first.

No, I'll get the coffee. You just start the exercises.

Great. I'm cured.

If you take a look at the front page of the newspaper, I think it will be of

interest to you.

Jesus Christ.

A fucking animal.

A little strong, perhaps, for your Celtic taste, but I think it will do you

a lot of good.

French call our way of making coffee the jus de chaussette, which means...

Socks juice, I know.

Jesus, you have a fucking answer for everything, don't you?

Thank you.

The fellow that got this picture probably stands to make a fortune.

We've been there a month.

He might have come in yesterday.

But he was there when this happened.

We had no idea we'd be this right.

We?

You mean you and your friend, David?

I wonder if you would perhaps do another little drawing for me, another map

of the area where the accident took place.

Not in minute detail, of course, but just the location of the hill and the

river.

Come on, up, up.

This is where the explosion happened.

And somewhere here is where I fell into the river. And somewhere down here

is where they found me. The rear cave is somewhere over there.

What of David?

Where was he standing when the explosion occurred?

I have always known, Mark.

I have always known since the first time I heard his name and saw your face.

And now you have to tell your story.

It's not easy, I know.

What I'm trying to say to you is that you are not as tough as you think you

are.

And you cannot carry this on forever.

Hey, we're not going to make it this trip.

Listen, good luck.

Godspeed to you.

How much further do you think?

Fucked if I know.

This is your bright idea, man.

Tell me you're still not angry at me.

Nah.

Nah, you're right. It's time to get home.

Jesus is beautiful, man.

Don't shoot!

The chair, get us the chair. Take me to the hospital.

Don't worry.

Hold on.

Where did you bury him?

He left a few minutes ago.

Elena.

Be nice to him.

We don't know what it's like to go to those places and come back.

And anyway, be nice to him because he is back.

I wanted to take him home.

I really did.

And I kept saying, saying, don't worry, I'm

taking you with me. I'm taking you home.

I'd been walking for hours.

I came to a river. There was no crossing.

I had no choice but to jump in.

Just... Oh.

No.

It was too heavy.

I was choking.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe.