All language subtitles for Harrisons.Flowers

Rescue squads arriving
on the scene watched helplessly--

Cesar, if you don't understand,
you have to ask your teacher.

But it's hard to.
She's always busy.

You need a lot of courage
to talk to the teacher.

So, are we done yet?

I'm done. Done done
or kind of sort of done?

Done done.
what's the surprise?

Daddy?

Daddy?
ls it Daddy?

Daddy! Daddy!

Cesar? Cesar?
Goon. Goon.

Hi, sweetheart.

How are you?

Yeah?

Hey, you, old man.

Come here.
Hey, it's good to see you.

Good to see you.
Come on. Get your brother.

Get your brother.

Let me see you.

I love you.
Have a great day.

...may
have in store for the tristate area.

People's
Liberation Army has intensified,

growing bloodier than ever
in South Sudan.

The threat of disease and malnutrition
has simultaneously increased..

As civilian refugees by the thousands
crowd into makeshift camps...

with poor hygiene
and little food.

Although diplomatic efforts of
declaring a truce seem to gain ground...

in international circles
yesterday,

here in South Sudan there seems to be no
respite in sight for a population of a country--

Harrison?

Harrison?

Harrison?

Sweetheart. Hi.

Hi.

Oh, God, I've missed you.

I'm gonna be late. No, no,
no, no. Don't leave yet.

I'll make it all right with
Brubeck. He knows how it is.

Don't you dare say
anything to Brubeck.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning.
Good morning.

God, you look exhausted.

No, really.
You got the flu?

Any problems
this morning?

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, my God, you look terrible. Are
you coming down with something?

You look awful. Maybe
you should have--

Sarah, how you doing?
Did Harrison get back yet?

Give me a break!

And Margaux
was saying-- Margaux.

And Margaux
was saying-- Margaux.

Just had to recite
her multiplication tables.

Twos. I had 15 phones ringing
off the hook and she's there,

Twos. I had 15 phones ringing
off the hook and she's there,

"One times two is two.
Two times two is four."”

You've made some progress
in math, Sam.

David's pictures aren't bad.
Take a peek when you get upstairs.

A little lacking in the impact
department as usual, but not bad.

Want a beer?

Um, I'm giving it up, Sam.

What,
beer? That's why I wanted to see you.

Right away?

Why? You'll be bored
shitless, Harrison.

You gave it up. I didn't
have your talent. Why now?

Well, Sam, it's like
my luck bank is down to zero.

I never used to get clammy hands when
guys started going at each other around me.

I took my pictures calm,
clearheaded,

even when I was up
to my neck in shit.

And I was proud.

Even the more it was stacked, the more
dangerous it was, I was proud to expose it.

And I was conscious of doing my job right
and-- and I wasn't afraid of anything.

Sam, all can...
So?

Think about now
is Sarah and the kids.

- And I'm sick of it.
-Yes, I'm sick of it too.

What the hell do you think?
Every damn day I'm sick of it.

But we can't just drop it.

You can't and I can't.

There is a magazine,
for Christ's sake. Look.

Hang on a while.
Just a little while.

Give me time
to get organized.

Then I'll find you something
safe, cushy and overpaid.

Okay, Sam. I'll stick it out
for a while.

But this is just for you. And
I'm warning you, it's not for long.

No, no, not for long.
Not for long.

Anyway, you're under
contract, remember?

You really are a bastard.

Daddy,
watch this. Watch what?

Watch my submarine.

Oh, come on, pumpkin. I'm
gonna be late. I'm going to be late.

I can't. I'm sorry. Please,
Daddy? Please. Just once?

All right,
just once. Just once. All right. Please?

Now, what are you
gonna do?

Oh, where'd you go?
Come here.

You are the best submarine
in the whole--

What's the matter?
Nothing.

What is it, Harrison?
Oh, no.

It's just--
It's just Cesar.

I don't know.
I can't-- He, uh--

Every time I start talking to him,
he clams up. I can't figure out why.

Because you're always away
and he's not used to having you--

Always away? What's that
supposed to mean? Nothing, okay?

I wanna have a good time tonight. No,
no. what's that mean?

Tell me. What does it mean? It means
if you showed a little more interest,

if you just took some time-- Oh,
shit. That's all I ever do,

is show interest in him
and you and Margaux.

I mean, how do you think
I spend my time, huh?

Sarah, shit. I mean,
why do you think I do what I do?

For-For who?
It's-- Oh, shit.

Saying "shit" 40 times isn't gonna help
you with your relationship with your son.

Okay? Shit, shit.

This student alone...

has become the symbol
for the forces of freedom...

facing the forces
of tyranny.

Television stations from all
over the world cover this event,

but it is this image—-
this single photograph...

which has become synonymous
with the drama...

of that historic moment.

Yeager Pollack was the man who
captured that magic moment for us.

Okay, wait.
Wait for it.

Wait for it.

And here tonight
to introduce him...

his friend and colleague,

Pulitzer prize-winner
himself, 1989,

Newsweek's Harrison Lloyd.

There are very few things
that we can be...

absolutely certain of and
never call into question,

no matter how many lives
we live.

And it is my pleasure--
my supreme pleasure--

My honor and, uh--

Well, to share one of these
certainties with you tonight.

And that is that...

Yeager Pollack is
the best among us.

Hey, buddy
Thanks.

I love your shoes.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ooh.

I've made a lot of mistakes,

uh, in my life.

But the biggest mistake I think I've made
was being born in the era of Harrison Lloyd.

Look out.

All my life we've been
in constant competition...

over just about everything.

So when I
heard that he got this prize,

I said to myself, "I-I-1
gotta get this too." So—-

Um--

But seriously, I, um--
This prize means a lot to me...

because he gave it to me.

And that his work
taught me that...

photographs compromise
the communal memory of our time.

And, uh,

I go by that.

Thank you very much.

It's a gift
that his work, uh--

Thank you.

Nice speech, Harrison.
Oh, thank you, sir.

Nice speech,
Harrison.

"You know how many guys
had to die in Bogota...

so you could powder
your nose, Kyle?"

Did I say anything?

I know how you think.

I know a guy
who died, Lloyd,

yesterday.

My friend Leroy. He got
bumped off in Yugoslavia.

Yeah, I know. I heard. Yeah?

Well, no one gives a shit
about that, right?

Probably 'cause--

'Cause Leroy was a tiny
little photographer.

Right? Tiny.

In a tiny little country taking
pictures of a tiny little war.

You, you're up there.

You're--

You're fancy,
you and the others.

Life, Time, Newsweek.

You guys, you travel
first class...

with your 25 cameras and
your... fancy little hotel rooms.

And then...

you give each other prizes.

Hey-- Don't fuckin'
touch me. Don't touch me.

Leroy was 25, Harrison.

He was broke.
Remember what that's like?

I do.
You do?

No one gave him an assignment,
so he spent his own money.

Right? And he put everything he
had into making something for himself.

And still no one would use
his fuckin' pictures.

And now he's fuckin' dead
on his own nickel.

I'm sorry, Kyle.

Yeah, you're sorry?
Yeah, but it happens, okay?

So, just... calm down,
all right?

Go fuck yourself
Hey, come on.

Fuck off.
Hey. Hey. Hey.

You wanna be funny,
tough guy?

You wanna get funny? You
wanna get funny? Yeager. Yeager.

I'll fuckin break
your other knee. Come on.

Whoo!

Harrison? Oh,
Sarah. Come here. Come here.

Look at this.

Now I know why the only things
I can shoot in color are flowers.

And you,
of course. Uh-oh. You must want something.

Is that from Peter?

Oh, your brother's
a hypocritical son of a bitch.

Going around picking flowers while
people kill each other all over the world.

He should be ashamed of himself.
He doesn't pick them. He saves them.

And he gets paid good
money for it. I know.

And the St. Louis Botanical Gardens
is a waste of taxpayers' money

I'm kidding.

No, your brother is
a very wise man and I envy him.

So, what is it?
Catharanthus roseus.

Madagascar pink periwinkle.

I've never seen one of these
before. It has sort of therapeutic uses.

Cures certain forms
of infantile leukemia.

It's beautiful and a lifesaver,
just like you.

I was trying to be clever.

What's the matter? Oh,
nothing. It's just--

It's so heavy.

It's so heavy.

shit. Brubeck's on the phone for you.

I'm so sorry.
I completely forgot.

Hello? Hey, Sam.
What's up?

Or is it north--
I got it, I got it, I got it.

What's happening in Yugoslavia? Oh,
civil war.

It's nothing
earth shattering.

No TV crews. Even on
CNN they don't have anything.

But Brubeck wants me to go
there for the international edition...

for just about a week.

Time, they're sending
somebody and, uh, well--

Sweetheart, can you get me
that map that's there on the couch?

Sweetheart, can you get me
that map that's there on the couch?

Yeager's furious he can't go.

But he has to have his knee
operated on. I hope it's nothing serious.

And you'll look
in on him, right?

Sure.
You promise?

Promise.

Here it is-- Graz.
G-R-A-Z

Make sure there's
a airport there, okay?

Yes, master.

Cesar's gonna be
so disappointed.

You promised him you'd be home
for his birthday. You will, won't you?

Hi, Lisa.

It's Sarah Lloyd.
I'm calling for Harrison.

Yes, um, he needs
a ticket for Graz.

G-R-A-Z

Yes, I think
they have an airport.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

So, what time?
2:45 with a layover in Zurich.

- Mom's in Zurich. You could have lunch with her.
- She loves me not.

Okay. Thank you.

Good morning, Lisa.

Nice hat,
Sarah. Thanks.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Hey, I'm gonna get some
coffee. Do you want some?

Yeah, decaf, skinny, foam,
vanilla. The works.

He pulled the trigger. No,
he just wanted to scare her.

Scare an old woman?
What for? No.

Harrison's using the 135. Odds are the guy
never saw him take the picture. I'm sure.

- He pulled the trigger.
- Fuck.

There is no price...

and no force powerful enough--

What's going on? First
footage out of Yugoslavia.

People and
the Serbian leadership...

nor sway them
from their goals...

and their battle
for human rights.

It's gonna
be another Beirut.

You can't tell. All we have
is Croatian TV. It's confusing.

Rival militia's settling
old scores.

Add a pinch of religion,
cover and let simmer,

you got yourself
a whole big mess of war.

Spreads to full-scale war. No,
it's just a--

A police action? No.

Just ethnic skirmishes.

Well, the Europeans haven't
moved. It's right in their own backyard.

They know what they're doing,
don't they?

Well--

What's this? Pictures
of ethnic skirmishes.

One second, please.

Actually, we have, apparently,
a very sad item of information...

from one of our correspondents
live right now in Yugoslavia, Bill Bruce.

A German reporter,
Karl Lee,

was shot dead yesterday
in the region of Karlovac.

We've apparently lost
transmission with our reporter Bill Bruce.

But I repeat, German television
reporter Karl Lee...

was shot and killed last
night in the region of Karlovac.

And as you can see, there is footage
coming in right now from Karlovac.

Hello?

Hello?

Harrison?

Harrison?

Hello?

Hello?

Harrison?
Harrison?

I can't hear you,
but you can hear me, right?

Yes.

I miss you, Harrison Lloyd,
if that's why you're calling.

Actually, all I've done is think
about you the last few days.

You know,
I've had those dreams.

You know those dreams.

Your hands,

your mouth--

It's very frustrating,
you know.

You're laughing at me.

Oh, you know I've...

thought about it, Harrison.

When I turn on the TV, I wish I could watch CNN
and feel like it doesn't affect me personally.

You can hear me, I hope.

You know,

you could--

Hello?

Hello?

Good morning.
Good morning.

Morning,.

Hi.

Hi.

Is there anything
for me? Nothing.

Sarah.

Sarah.

No. No.

Sarah, wait

Sarah, please.

Sarah, I must--

Sarah!

Sarah, sweetheart.

Don't say it.
Please.

Just... don't say it.

The Red
Cross sent word yesterday.

We were... waiting
to be sure...

before we told you.

Z.D.F. confirmed.

They lost a cameraman
and a reporter too.

Drink this.

It will do you good.

Where?

Some small town.

I don't know.

Near Osijek.

When do they bring
his body back?

Well, it won't be
right away.

They won't bring him
back, Sarah.

He was...

in this house
and it collapsed.

And they... bury everyone
right away...

to protect against
epidemics.

They're sending his bag back
with some of his cameras.

He went light.

Dropped most of his gear off
with one of our guys in Zagreb.

I won't... see him again.

I won't... see him.

It's a filthy
fucking war, Sarah.

Just like all the other
filthy fucking wars.

We were wrong.

It's not just skirmishes.

We were all wrong.

He's not dead, Sam.

I'll take you home.
Sarah, I'll take you home.

No.

Sarah, come on.

I'm taking you home.
Sarah.

Sarah.

After
several days of resistance,

the village of Okucani
has fallen.

An estimated 100 prisoners
were captured by the Serbs...

who may now use them
in exchanges with the Croatians.

The important question remains,
however, for the Serbs to answer:

What has become of the 7,000--

Yeah!

Sarah, darling.

CNN Weekend continues.
And recapping our top story--

A story of
immeasurable import.

Serbian troops are moving—-

Amen. Amen.

What is this?
What are you doing?

What are you doing here? What
is this? Saying kaddish, Sarah.

But no one is dead. There's
no reason for this. Sarah.

Where are my children?
Sarah. We need closure.

Oh, stop it!
Get your hands off of me.

No one is dead!

He's not dead, Peter.
Okay?

Would you just tell them
to leave, okay?

He's not dead.

Sarah?

I'm gonna take Cesar and Margaux with
me to St. Lours tomorrow. They'll be with--

They'll be with their cousins.
I think they'll be better off.

Is that all right
with you?

Hi, Peter.

Hey, you.

Nina will stay here.

Mom wants to stay too. If she bothers you,
give me a call.

Something would have broken
inside if he were dead.

It's not possible otherwise.
Do you understand, Peter?

Yes, you understand.

Do what you have to do.
And take your time.

When you decide,

I'll bring the kids back or you
can come to St. Louis, all right?

Thank you.

Sarah?

You have
two beautiful children.

Sarah, what is—-
Sarah!

What? What? Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah! Sarah?

Sarah, please
open this door.

Sarah, you must
get hold of yourself.

Sarah!

Since the
tanks have occupied the city,

Since the
tanks have occupied the city,

thousands of refugees have been
trying to flee the region of Osijek.

Men and women who have
seemingly lost everything...

have flooded the main arteries
out of the city.

The violence
of the Serbian militia,

known here as the Chetniks,

ls matched by that of the Croatian militia,
or Ustashe.

Inside the city of Osijek,
snipers are seemingly...

in every window posing
a constant threat...

to the lives of men,
women and children.

If Vukovar falls,

Croatian chances of
retaining control of Osijek...

and Vinkovci
are very shim.

Nothing now can halt
our offensive.

Vukovar is the key
we must hold.

After that the Croatians
will have nothing left.

No one can say at this point,
Gary, and we have some extraordinary interviews--

why Vukovar?

Our strategy was to smash Vukovar,
get to the other side of the Drava River.

Once we got to the other side,
Vukovar would be surrounded.

They burned my
house. Who did it?

I don't know. I didn't
recognize the uniforms.

I don't know.
They burned my house.

They destroyed my flowers
and they burned my greenhouse.

My heart is hurting.

The few survivors of
this massacre have sought refuge...

in the mixed Serbo-Croatian
city of Vukovar...

where already hundreds of homeless people
roam the streets fleeing the Serbian army.

Vukovar's only hospital
Is overflowing with wounded.

And in many cases it is proving impossible
to determine where they come from...

or even who they are.

And in many cases it is proving impossible
to determine where they come from...

or even who they are.

...proving impossible to determine where
they come from or even who they are.

As the
population reacts to horrifying rumors...

of internment camps,
mass exterminations...

and acts of extreme cruelty
defying description,

the tasks of journalists
reporting on this conflict...

is made all the more difficult
by a persistent...

and pervasive wariness
on both sides of this conflict.

Harrison.

This report concludes with one final
interview, or rather one final image.

That of a woman who,
on the outskirts of the city of Osijek,

searches the hundreds
of people walking out...

in the hopes
of seeing one face.

Hey!

I'm gonna bring
him back, Cesar.

Okay.

You take care of Margaux.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you.

So, please, you check everything
and then sign over there.

You're a journalist?

You're not going to Yugoslavia,
yes? No.

Where you going?
1, uh, have business in Graz.

Fine. Because we had cars
returned with holes in them.

-One gave us just the keys back.
-No kidding?

Here. The car's
outside... there.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Sorry.
Can you bring me?

You're going to Graz?
No, with me where you go.

Please? Please?
I don't understand.

You go where?
Go where?

To Vukovar. To
Vukovar. I know road.

I show you if
you bring me. Please?

I help you, really.
Please?

I'm student in Paris,
but I'm Croatian.

I go to find family-—-

wife and baby.

My baby five months.

I have a picture
to show you.

She's beautiful.
Thank you.

! want to bring them
with me in France...

in Montpellier.

Have you children?
Yes, two.

Cesar and Margaux.

What is it?

Soldiers.

Borderline.

Stop. Stop, stop,
stop. Stop here. Stop here.

Okay.
Should I go?

I think it's okay.

We go first to Nasice, okay?

And we see
war situation.

Your name?
Sarah.

Pretty.
Thank you.

My name is Chtiomac.

Stomach?
No.

No, no stomach.

Chtiomac.

I thought that's what I said. No,
no, no, no.

You said "stomach." Stomach,
it's, uh, like "tummy."

Say it. Chtiomac.

Chtiomac.

Yeah, that's good.

So, what do you study
in Paris?

I wanna be a teacher-- a
French teacher in Croatia.

Vukovar is very far.
And dangerous.

We pass Osijek.

Come on! Come on!
Get out!

Press. Press. Press.

Please. Please!
He's not a soldier.

Please! Please!

Please. Please. Please.

Please, please, please.

Got nasty out here.

I don't like it here.

Why? So nice and quiet.

Hey.

Hey, she's alive!

She's lucky they didn't have time
to rape her. Come on. Come on.

Serbian?

C-Croatian?
Please, say something.

We're going to bring you
back to Osijek, okay?

You understand me?

They killed him.
They killed him for no reason.

Oh, merde.

English?

American?
What are you doing here?

- Well, search the female!
- She's a photographer.

You're a photographer?

Yes.

Don't shoot!
We're photographers!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Go! Go! Go!

Don't worry.
No problem finding a roof.

Tourism is not exactly
booming right now.

Oh, yeah. You're gonna
love it. River view suites, cozy bar.

Where'd you go this fine
evening? I went to a little opening.

Oh, yeah? Big production? Yeah,
yeah.

Crucified snipers,
corpse compacting-- the works.

There was no bar
at the party though.

I'd kill for a fucking drink. Yeah,
me too.

!/ order something for you,
Kyle?

Oh, Kyle?

Sarah--
It is you.

You're out of
your fuckin' mind.

You out of
your fuckin' mind?

- Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
- Whoa! Whoa!

What's the problem? You're
out of your fucking mind.

You already said that,
didn't you? Do you know her?

Where the fuck did you find her? Near
the car there was another guy with her.

He's dead. So,
who is she then? Do you know her?

Yeah. Well,
come on. Who the hell is she already?

Sarah Lloyd.

I'm going to Vukovar.
I'm not going to Zagreb, Kyle.

Not in your wildest
fucking dreams! Sarah.

You can't stay
in this country.

Okay? This country is—

No one knows
what this country is.

All right? So you better
beat it out of here and fast.

I didn't ask
for anybody's help.

I have a press card--
Press card?

They don't give a shit about press cards,
or white flags,

or their own fucking mothers,
all right?

Listen, Serb, Catholic,

Croatian, Orthodox--

There's no bad guys.
There's no good guys.

They're gonna shoot you first,
and then they'll think about it.

This is no place for you.

This is no place for
the living, all right?

They are fucking insane.

Calm down, Kyle.

You tell her.

You can't go into Vukovar.

The Serbs control the road.
They bomb everything. Uh--

We can't, even if we
wanted to. We can't.

And, Sarah,

Harrison is dead.
Harrison is there...

and I'm going to get him.

He called me after the day
they said he was dead.

And if you could just tell me
where Osijek is...

And Vinkovci, Nustar
and then Vukovar.

I'm gonna go to the hospital
in Vukovar. And after that--

Excuse me. Are you deaf?
Or are you just not listening?

It's impossible.

What'd you think, you'd arrive
at the airport and call for a taxi?

"Take me to Vukovar, please?”

This is a war we have here.

A real war with real blood,
real death,

real bombs, mines,
bullets...

and real pricks who'd love
to cut your stomach out.

War.

Didn't your husband
ever mention it?

Here, here. Take these.
It'll help you relax.

That woman's a lunatic.

Everybody,
up. Come on. We got work to do. Let's go.

Where'd they set it up? It's across
the street. That Russian TV building.

Who gives a shit where
they're shelling? Let's go.

They're behind this—-

They're on the other side of the river.
Look, look, look. You see the shells firing?

I'm moving up with you.

What's this all about?
Harrison is alive?

Yeah, so is Elvis. I saw that
building go up. I was there.

But you saw him dead?
The house went down!

What about
that phone call?

You all right? Yeah.

If you know something,
please tell her, Kyle. Please.

I made the call!
I made the call.

It was me.
I wanted to tell her.

She couldn't hear me
over the end of the line.

I could hear her. She couldn't
hear me. They're hitting the hotel!

Sarah!

Sarah? You get
her! I'll get the boy!

Sarah?

Sarah!

Sarah, you get the fuck up.
Get up. Get up!

You can't be afraid
right now. Let's go.

Let's go, please.
Come on! Come on!

Let me go. Let me
go! Let me go! Sarah!

Come
on! What the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing?
Sarah, come on.

You want your bag? Here.
Come on. Let's go.

You're gonna fuckin' die.

Fuckin' move!

Get outside.
Get outside.

Try the basement.

Shit! We're never gonna get
down in that cellar. It's filled up.

We're gonna be stuck here
like mice in a fuckin' trap!

Don't they have a wine cellar? What
do you think this is, a French restaurant?

Come on. Let's get
the fuck out of here!

We go north!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Fuck!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.

Get in the fuckin' car.
Get in. Ya fuckin' animals!

Get in. Get in.
Get in the back.

My third fuckin' car!
Get in.

Oh, shit!

I'm on the Avis
shit list for sure.

Three fuckin' cars! Where you
going? Where you going? Go north!

North! To fuckin' Vukovar, man!

The mines!
Watch the fucking mines!

Calm down! We're
going to Vukovar.

I got an errand to run
for this lady.

The renegade militia group,
a breakaway of the Serbian Regular Army,

is said to now control large areas
around Bosnia and Yugoslavia.

He must have tried to
cross through Osijek...

and then tried to follow the Serbs,
get as close as he could to Vukovar.

Or else he went by way
of... Vinkovci.

What would you have done if
the Serbs had closed off the roads?

You would have gone
to Vukovar, right?

That's where he had to go
to get the shot.

Right.

And once you were in Vukovar,
could you contact anyone outside?

No.

And if he's
injured-- Checkpoint.

Shh. Here.

Careful. It's loaded.

Blink your headlights.

You're a photographer.
Remember that.

Christ,
we're a jumpy bunch of little brats.

Slow it up.

Have you got anything white? No.

Don't shoot!

Slow it fucking up! How
many times do I tell ya?

The Lebanese crawl. Right down. Shut up,
shut up.

Don't say a word to
'em. Are you listening to me?

Act cool,
all right?

Shit.
Okay, okay.

Press. Press. Press.

How you doing?

Smoke?

You speak English?

So-so.

So, uh,

what's new?
The war.

Exactly. Who's,
um-- Who holds the city? Who holds her?

We took the west side
from the Bokan militia.

East side is still fighting, but we
hold. The Chetniks have all the rest.

This road over here,
Is it safe?

One kilometer,
Serb snipers.

After, I don't know,
but they'll attack, probably, tonight.

Shit, Kyle, the Chetniks
have all the rest.

Risk your own neck,
not mine.

Please, I'm looking for
this man. Have you seen this man?

Photographer. American.

He was here taking pictures.
Have you seen this man?

He's here taking pictures.
No?

Just let her be, Kyle.

We go to Graz,
we put her on a plane. To hell with it.

Lloyd is dead.
You know he is.

Everybody fuckin'
knows he is.

Did you see his body?

Did you? No. Okay?

I didn't see anything, 50 if she
thinks he's alive, then maybe he's alive.

Cut the bullshit.
I'm not bullshitting!

You can't fuckin' go there.

Why are you doing this?

Look around.

Because if you see that
they're killing everybody...

every fuckin' where you look,

then it doesn't matter if I'm in
Vukovar or somewhere else.

Who gives a shit?

Why are you taking her?

Stevenson, get off my case.
All right?

Get off my case,
or go home to mommy.

Shit.

I'd love
to see me mommy.

For fuck's sake.

I mean,
will you look at her?

I tell you what.

You go over there and say, "Sarah,
there's really no use hoping,

'cause your husband's dead.”

Go ahead, Marc. You do it,
if you got the balls.

I don't.

Please, have you seen this man
in this area?

He takes pictures.
He's an American photographer.

Could be injured. No?

Please,
have you seen this man?

Out of film.

Picturesque, huh?

They're lucky.
They still have their eyes.

You know what they say.

They say certain Chetnik extremists,
when they come to town...

not only do they torture
and kill everybody,

they cut out their eyes
to keep score.

You wanna take
this trip? Are you sure?

Well?
No way.

He can't warn
the snipers.

He said they'll see the
"TV" sign in the window.

There's always hope.
It's the first quarter mile.

Fantastic. After that,
they don't know.

And after that,
if we're still alive,

it's Rodeo Drive
in Beverly Hills.

Put your hand
on your door handles.

You hear one shot,
you hit the dirt and go down to the ditch.

You ready, Marc?
Yeah.

Step on it.
Let's go.

I think we made it.
Yeah.

Don't jump. Hang on.

Get inside!

Get the fuck up!
You all right?

Get inside.

Sarah!

Oh, God.
Help me. Help me.

Lift her head up.

Get up, get up,
get up.

She's had it.

What's she saying?

She's praying.

What the fuck is that?

- It's tanks.
- Oh, shit!

- It's tanks.
- Oh, shit!

Oh, Jesus!

They're gonna
fucking destroy my car!

Get down, get over to the wall!
Come on!

Get away from the window, Marc.
Get away from the window.

- I'm shaking like a fucking leaf.
- Get to the fucking wall.

Ohh! Fuck it!
Shit!

We're fucking dead.

...White House,
some analysis of--

Nelson, what is it?

What?
Look at the name, sir.

Excuse me.

Mary, Brubeck's
on the phone!

Oh, please.

Yes? Yes?
What is it?

There was no note?
Nothing?

No. Well, yes, there was,
but very short.

No, everything's fine.

Hey.

No, you know,
nothing particular.

No, no, no.
It's quiet there now.

Yeah, relatively quiet.

It's removed
from the fighting.

Yes, yes, I know.

But there's
no use worrying,.

Right. Thank you.

How long did it
take the film to get through?

Three days. It's getting
worse and worse.

Thank you.

Kyle Morris.
Who's he shooting for?

A.F.P.

Did you call Simon?
Yes, right away.

They don't know
anything.

Just film they get
from time to time.

Looks like Morris left
this town called Vinkovci.

Followed
the Serbian offensive.

Since then--

He sends his film along with
Sarah's. That's all we know.

Well, she's looking
for Harrison.

Oh, great.
Give the man a cigar.

She's off her rocker,
for God's sake.

The children
are so beautiful here.

Love to put them in the back
and take them somewhere else.

Should have
brought the bus.

Hang
on. We're in trouble here.

They're going to the front. Put
a hook in their ass. Come on.

Get out of the street.
There's Vukovar. Swing aright.

Good, good,
good. Now we're gonna get there.

Now we're gonna
get there.

What are we looking at?
How many miles? About fifteen.

With the checkpoints and mines
it'll take us about three hours.

We're gonna waltz right
through this. Right through.

Might be our last waltz.

Go right, go right.

Christ.

Now where do we go?

What's this?

Hold on, hold on.
What's this?

Hang on! Come on.

Come on, fuckin” merge.

Get the fuck outta here,
guys. Fuckin' Serbs are coming up the road.

And the shit is gonna fly.
Where are you guys coming from?

Road from Vukovar.

Couldn't get through.

It's a goddamn bloodbath.
They're killing everything that moves.

We having a
conversation? Let's move it.

Hey, you didn't hear what I
just said. Kyle, maybe he's right.

Get back
in the fucking car.

We're going to Vukovar.
Move the carts.

Kyle, listen to him. He's coming
from Vukovar. Hello! Hello! Hello.

You gotta listen to your girlfriend,
okay, man?

It's crawling with death back
there. We gotta go in a convoy.

We gotta move to the border,
all the way to the back, in a convoy.

I'm going to Vukovar.
You understand?

Then you...
are one dead asshole.

Thanks a lot. Have a nice
life. Be safe. Listen, listen--

Get back in the fucking car. You
wanna take a trip back with this guy?

You wanna get a nice, hot bath
in Zagreb, is that it?

Look, I understand. Stay.
Grab your fucking bag and stay.

What, and let you get a shot
I don't get? You joking me?

That's good.
That's what I wanna hear.

Help me push it out.
Hang on, hang on.

All right, go.

Yeah, / see you.
Very funny. Fuck you too.

Oh, shit.

Christ! Who's
fucking firing on who?

I don't
understand this!

Come on, we gotta go.
Where are we going?

There's a basement
over here. Come on!

Shit.

Get up.

Come on, Marc.

Here.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm scared too.

We're all scared.

I really don't like
dead bodies.

They know that our photos are
gonna tell the story of this war.

You understand that?

They know
that's why we're here.

All right? If we don't take 'em,
nobody will.

They want us
to do what we do.

Anyway, I wanna wake up some guy
who's yelling about a parking ticket...

and show him there's better
things to get upset about.

It's good work
your husband does.

Really good.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

This?

This is for me.

'Cause I haven't done
anything with my life.

And I've always wanted
to be a Boy Scout.

Just needed an opportunity.

You wanna sleep
or stick it out?

'Cause I've got phenobarbital
and I've got Benzedrine.

Come on, look.
No.

If there was ever an excuse to do drugs,
you're looking at it.

Besides, when you sleep...

you forget about food.

And I'm starving.

You hungry?

Yes. Well, there's your dinner.

Harrison and I got into a fight
the night of the Pulitzers.

I know.

He told you about that?

Yes.

Well, I feel bad
about it now.

I mean,
it was just stupid.

Don't worry about it.
I'll explain it to him.

Good night.

You think he's dead,
right?

Are you kidding?

Harrison's immortal.

Look at this.

Shit.
Oh, shit.

Holy shit.

Put this on
your face for the stink.

Marc, it's that girl
in the yellow dress.

They fuckin' raped her.

Fuckin' raped her.

You okay?

Come on. Come on.

Okay, slow it up. All right,
all right, all right.

Right down,
Kyle. What the fuck is this?

Slow it right down. All right,
all right.

Jesus.
What the fuck is that?

Press. Press. Press.

Come on, buddy,
let us through. God Almighty.

Christ.

Come on, guys.

Ever get the
feeling you're not welcome?

They're freaking out.

They lose Vukovar,
they lose the war.

They lose the war,
they're dead.

Oh, God.

Look at that dog.

Look.

Park it up. Looks like
somebody got here before us.

Right.

Will you look at that.

Yeager fuck-face Pollack.

Don't tell me
this war's gone prime-time.

It's a miracle
you're still alive.

So let's praise God, let's thank
the Lord and get back to Zagreb.

"Thank the Lord."
Someone oughta thank me.

Thanks, Kyle.
Yeah. For?

For taking care of Sarah?

That's right.

For taking care of Sarah.

Yeah, that's much nicer. Thanks,
Morris, for taking care of Sarah Lloyd.

Polite and nice.

What am I not saying?
That's not enough?

So now what? Vukovar
is out? That's right.

Let her speak
for herself, daddy.

Hey, asshole, there are Serbian
snipers not a hundred yards away.

They're shooting fish in a
barrel. You can't get through.

And what do you think these
Croatians here are getting ready for?

A little party?

Doesn't that give you some inkling
about what's gonna happen here?

I'm going anyway.

You can't get into Vukovar. Nobody gets in,
nobody gets out.

All you can do
in Vukovar is die.

What the fuck do you know?

You fuckin' jumping out
of an airplane?

What are you looking at me for?
I'm trying to help you fucking guys.

I got photos to take.

You got photos to take? Go
take 'em. Eat shit, all right?

That's enough. You
don't have to take her with you.

I'm going. If there's half a chance
he's in that hospital, I have to go.

He's dead!
He's—-

He's dead, Sarah.
Please!

Sarah.

You've run out of film,
Stevenson.

What are you doing here,
anyway?

You should get on with your
life. Go write a book or something.

Write a book.

Look...

I know why you're here.

I know you came for her.

But you're not gonna change her
mind from doing what she needs to do.

Not unless you show her
Harrison's body.

So do what I do.
All right?

Help her.

We'd better both pray that someday
we find somebody that loves us...

the way she loves him.

Understand?

There was a mercenary--
There was this Frenchman guy.

Fuck.

Uh, he saw a guy,

an American photographer,
about six, eight days ago.

Frenchman said he looked pretty bad,
but he was alive.

But he might be in there
at that hospital.

Fuck.

Well, next stop's Vukovar.

We leave
at ten-second intervals.

Now, the highway should be about three-quarters
of a mile behind that wooded area there.

We run for one minute,

stop for one minute,
then go again.

Any shooting,

we stop and count again
from zero.

Any one of us catches up
with anyone else,

we wait to reestablish
the distance.

Anybody gets wounded,
there's no going backwards.

The next one will
take care of you. Okay?

What if the last one
gets wounded?

You go first.

Then Kyle, then Sarah.
I'll bring up the rear.

I'll go first.

Please, Sarah.
Please.

Okay? It's better.

Okay, Stevenson?
Okay.

Go, anytime you're ready.

Go. Go.

You see
him? Yes.

No,
thank God she wasn't hurt.

I called her Sarah!

I realized we were
in front of a Serb roadblock.

There were tanks, mortars.

These guys were half drunk,
crazy, excited.

Take this off.
We were freaked out.

I'm sure they were the same.

I realized our only chance to stay
alive was to walk right through these guys,

'cause there was
no turning back.

You all right?
Yeah.

All right, with a smile.
Stay cool, all right?

They can't get over us
getting past the snipers.

They admire strength
and hate weakness.

Keep your tail up.
They think we're fabulous.

That leg bad? It's okay.
Will they let us through?

Whatever's going on on the other side,
they don't want witnesses, for sure.

Everybody relax. Put a smile
on your face. They love it.

They think we're hilariously
funny.

See the big guy?
Say hi to the big guy.

Hi. Hey. Hey.
Okay.

Nobody's made it through
before us. So what do we do?

Just walk. Walk.
Yeah, where?

Hey, yeah,
thank you.

Does anyone know where
the hospital is? we'll find it.

Listen, listen,
let's go back.

This road goes
right back to Zagreb.

Walk. It's so stupid, it might
work. Don't turn around, goddamn it.

Hey, want a photograph?

Don't turn around, goddamn it!

Uh, we kept walking.

I don't know how far,
how long, but, uh--

But there we were
in the streets of Vukovar.

It wasn't fighting.

It was extermination.

What they would later call "ethnic
cleansing,"” and we were watching this.

Bayonets, knives, teeth.

Children-- They slit
the throats of children.

There were corpses
everywhere.

There was one woman,

she had this sign
around her neck saying...

" carry the child of a Serb.”

Get down,
get down. Oh, man!

Bastards!

You bastards!

Ah, you bastards!

This is unbelievable to me.

And I was asking myself,
what the hell are we doing here?

Have we gone crazy
or something?

We were walking
straight into the darkness,

and then we were
gonna come out again.

Stop!

Photographer!

Oh, shit,
that's the fuckin' hospital right there.

Come on, come on.
Let's go.

Let's go!
Come on, come on!

Go, go, go, go.
Marc, let's go.

Fuck.

Over there!

Sarah, inside.
Go inside.

Those are fuckin' Arkan guys,
man. They're crazy.

Marc! Marc! Marc, get over here.

Come on, buddy.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck. Fuck.

Come on. I don't
want to be here.

I don't want
to stay here.

Come on. It's all right.
Come on.

My bag, my bag!

Are you crazy?

No, I want to go.

Oh, it smells.
It stinks of death in here.

Take it easy, Marc. We gotta go.
We can't stay. We can't stay here.

You can't go out there!
Stay put!

That's enough! We
can't stay! Listen to me!

Listen! We've got to go!
They're going to kill us! Please!

We've got to go now!
You're gonna get killed!

Get your hands off me!
Stay!

You can't go out there!
Get off me!

Kyle!

Marc!

Hey, hey. It's me.
Look at me.

You're looking
for a dead man.

There's thousands of dead men. I know,
I know.

Marc, come on.

It's all right.
They're gone, Marc.

They're
gonna try to kill us again.

Kyle! Kyle!

- Oh, no, no, no.
- No!

I got you. I got you. Come on,
I got you.

I got you.
Don't worry.

You're gonna be all right.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on, I got you.

Come on. Come on.

You'll be
all right. It's okay.

You'll be okay.

It's okay.
Ah, shit.

It's
okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit.

It's almost nightfall.

If the Serbs attack,
they're gonna hit that hospital first.

If there's any hope
of getting Harrison,

we gotta move now.

We gotta move now,
but we'll come back for--

This is
what we came for, right?

Goddamn it!

All right,
all right. We'd better get going.

All right, all right.

All right. I'm sorry.

It's okay.
It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

I'm sorry.

Come on. Move. Move.

Goddamn it.

This way.
Come on, Marc, this way.

Let's go, let's go.

We can't, Sarah. It's too late.
We've got to get to shelter.

We can't, Sarah. It's too late.
We've got to get to shelter.

Marc, come on.
Shelter--

Sarah! Sarah!

Please, I'm looking
for an American.

Wait.
Take the photos.

They must know.

They must know!

Harrison!

Harrison!

Harrison.

Harrison.
Harrison.

Oh, Harrison.
Harrison.

Harrison.
Harrison.

It's me, Sarah.
It's Sarah.

Harrison.
Oh, my God.

My God, Harrison.
Harrison?

Harrison.

Harrison?

It's me. It's Sarah.

It's me. It's Sarah.

Harrison?

What's wrong with you?

Oh, Harrison.

Come on.
Come on.

No one knows
how Harrison got to the hospital.

He had suffered what they
called a bomb blast effect.

It's a trauma caused by a bomb
exploding in close proximity.

He was delirious.

Sarah took off
his dirty bandages...

and we realized he had burns
all over his body.

He was in unbearable pain,

but he said nothing.

He was somewhere else.

He couldn't eat, so she fed him
little pieces of bread dipped in water,

like you would
a wounded bird.

Cesar and Margaux--

She kept talking to him,

reassuring him.

She seemed more at peace
somehow.

I know it sounds crazy,
but it was almost like she was happy.

November 18, 1991.

Silence was restored.

Since that day,
I've known that peace is silence.

Mile Dedakovic had ordered
his Croatian troops to surrender.

After 87 days of siege,

Vukovar had fallen.

Milosevic had won.

Come on, sir.

It's okay.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy.

Hi, Daddy.

Okay, Margaux,
come on, sweetheart.

Mom.

Jo'

Watch this, Daddy.

Daddy, watch this.

I'm gonna do
the submarine.

Daddy.

Come here.

Sit down. Sit down.
Sit down.

Sit down.

Here's my submarine.

I took care
of your flowers.

Not one of them
got ruined.

Gotta go do some work.

I'm gonna do
the submarine again.

Harrison?

Harrison.

Sarah.

Hi, Sarah.

Hi.

Cesar took care
of the flowers.

All this time he told me
he took care of the flowers.

My little boy took care
of the flowers. Yes.

What happened to me?

Yeah.

They live in St. Louis now.

They got a house there not
far from the botanical gardens.

Harrison's doing fine.

Thank God.

He never watches the TV news anymore,
that's for sure.

And he takes pictures
of flowers.