All language subtitles for Delta Force Commando II_ Priority Red One 1990

(anticipatory music)

(foreboding music)

(alarm blaring)

(phone ringing)

- Captain Back here.

- [Ted] Sergeant Coleman
sir, in the dome.

- What is it Ted?

- Plane approaching
sir, north side.

Course 729, distance
32 miles, decreasing.

- You established
radio contact yet?

- [Ted] Not yet sir.

- Call Wolf, I'll be right up.

(ominous music)

- [Man] And now we switch you
to our special correspondent

in Belgrade, who is
covering developments at

the East-West Summit
which started yesterday.

- Since the end of
World War II, Europe has

been a hostage to the competing
interests of the superpowers

however Europe no longer
wants to play the role of

a mere geographical entity,
action as a no man's land

between Soviet and
American missiles.

Therefore it is felt that
the vital contribution

that the countries of Europe
can make toward world peace,

will be the center of
attention here in Belgrade,

at the summit meeting
which has brought together

the leaders of
Germany, France, Italy,

the United States and Russia.

(ominous music)

Here is Mr. Watson Watt
about how the Americans

will discuss terrorism.

- It's imperative we act
together, and we shall act.

Otherwise we will
find ourselves facing

the most colossal terrorist
onslaught in history.

- [Woman] Mr. Watt warned
that destabilizing elements

all over the world are
becoming evermore active

and that he's urging that
all countries act together

to squat their designs to undo
world peace and prosperity.

At the close of yesterday's
sessions he concluded

his interview with
this dire prediction.

- There will be an
attack aimed at--

(gun fires)

The defenseless and
guiltless masses.

These terrorists will attack
the very fabric of our society.

It will be the bombing of
barracks and military bases.

Police stations.

The assassinations of
politicians, of presidents,

of monarchs, they will fire
on the crowds in stadiums,

put mines in our
places of worship.

They will blow up the
bridges, dams, highways,

nuclear power stations,
if we cannot all find

a way to stop them now!

- That's one of our boys.

The computer reads it as
an F-104S Starfighter.

- Variable geometry?

- Right, the identification
prefixes match.

They want clearance to land.

- Why in the hell don't
they use the goddamn radio?

- Well that's the
number sequence for
a top secret mission.

Code number for visitation.

Do we let him come in sir?

- Permission to land.

Granted.

Dumbasses.

Why in the hell would they use

the visitation
code identity card?

- Captain Samuel Back?

General Jack McCailland, of
the Special Security Branch.

I know a lot about you, I've
been studying your activities

very thoroughly.

- [Sam] I know you didn't
come this far just to tell me

how great I am.

- You know why I'm here?

- Not really.

- Can't you imagine?

- I could, but I'd rather not.

- I like that, not many
men think before they talk.

Must I remind you of my rank?

- I'm well aware
of your rank, sir.

Are you expecting some
particular reaction from me?

I expect behavior a
little less suicidal.

You know what the specialty is,

in the Special
Security don't you?

- Yes sir, your section
has created posts like this

in order to have a
prison without bars.

Where they can monitor
the disturbing elements

of the armed forces.

Disturbing because
they are guilty

of using their own brains.

- Don't use that tone with me.

This base has estimates
which enable us to locate

and identify any moving
object, in the air or at sea,

horizontally or vertically,
within a range of 100 miles

in all directions.

- Sir, no one on this
base is under the illusion

he can save the world by
being the first to identify

an ICBM enemy attack.

If nuclear warhead missiles
are launched by one side,

or the other,

we all will become part
of a radioactive desert.

- This base also has
communications equipment that

can contact any part of the
world, sending or receiving.

- In my opinion, sir, this
base is totally useless.

Both statistically and
tactically, it's just

an expensive telephone
booth where world peace

is balanced on the points
of several thousand

nuclear warhead missiles.

(funky music)

- There have been a few
too many calls in this

telephone booth, terrorism seems
to be on the rise recently,

a few hours ago in
a Belgrade hotel,

they shot the CIA official
who is responsible

for the Middle East department,

and the information
came from this center

under your command, the
death of Watson Watt

leaves us uncovered in
a sector which at best

is an inferno, and
that is why I am here.

To identify and
exterminate the mole,

in the meanwhile you may
consider yourself under arrest

until further orders.

(speaking foreign language)

(bells ringing)

(guns firing)

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

- Shut up!

Shut up!

(gun fires)

(calming music)

- I think I might
buy your merchandise,

but I must warn you, I
can't pay very dearly.

- How little?

- Well, no more than
1,000 American dollars.

- All right.

- All right, okay.

- Half now, and half at
the consignment right?

- Yeah.

- Till tonight.

- Yeah.

(ominous music)

(scuffling)
(groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Brett, haha, you're
not only out of shape,

you don't recognize
your old friend!

- Who the hell are you?

- Aren't you glad to see me?

- Why Alex?

- Why what?

- Why me and not somebody else,

I'm on the verge of
getting away from it all

and you reach out and
you drag me back, why?

- In this zone, we cannot
intervene officially

and not even
unofficially if that term

can be applied to
clandestine operations.

- I don't get it,
there's guys out here

that would slit their mother's
throat for a crust of bread.

- We can't trust them.

- You can trust me?

I'm the guy that walked
out of Delta Force

without leaving a
farewell note for anybody.

- You can get off the hook.

Otherwise a little bird might
start singing to the CIA

saying it knows who eliminated
their precious Watson Watt.

A certain Brett Haskell.

- Jesus!

I'm not sure I could
somebody in cold blood.

- No one is capable of
killing until he reaches

his personal peak of
despair, fear or hate.

- You know with scumbags
like you, who sent other

people to the slaughter,
and then watch the show

on the goddamn monitor.

- We can discuss that
at the opportune moment,

should one occur, but not now.

So go to work!

(foreboding music)

- So, a secret convoy
with six ground-to-ground,

multiple, warhead missiles
disappears, just disappears

in thin air and the rat
who squealed could be

somebody right here beside us.

- I don't get it,

it doesn't hold together.

- Why not?

- It's not our kind of play.

- Oh yeah in that case why
did they send that gasbag

general here, to
break our balls huh?

- That I don't know, but
sometimes nothing makes

sense anymore.
- Yeah.

Sir?
- Enter.

This game is
definitely not over.

- [Ted] Any new development sir?

- Not yet.

We have to play the
hand as dealt to us.

There are going to
be a few changes.

(foreboding music)

Point one,

from now on for all
communication with the center,

we're going to use the
low frequency wave system,

the same one we use
for combat submarines.

Point two,

I want all telecommunications
personnel checked out

from head to toe, starting
with the two of you.

Point three,

I wanna find out for
myself who this canary is,

who has been singing to
these son of a bitches.

- Captain you're
talking about going over

General McCailland's
head, insubordination
to a direct order

we're risking our necks.

- Sergeant,

I understand that in El
Salvador there was a shortage

of frontline non-comms.

Because when the Contras
get a hold of them

they don't come back, usually,

they find them buried
in a fire ant hill,

with honey spread all
over their family jewels,

you get my drift?

- I only meant it wouldn't be
a bad idea to think it over.

- No point, Sergeant.

- What about General
McCailland sir?

- Close surveillance
at all times,

even when he's on the can.

- [Ted] Anything else captain?

- Dismissed!

- Sir.

And if one of us happens
to identify the mole?

- No need for
conversation, just draw,

fire, in the face or
the back of the head.

- How's everything going here?

- We've stirred up
a hornet's nest!

- The latest events are shaking
the US and most of the West

like a poke in the ass with
a million volt cattle prod.

- That's what we expected,
what about (mumbling)?

- One way or another we
always find someone to do

the dirty work, that young
lady won't die of old age.

- Do I know him?

- Yeah, his name is
Brett Haskell now.

He's the one who sorted
out Operation Rabbit.

- A deserter,
officially at least.

- He deserves a way
out wouldn't you say?

- He might double cross us.

- I took precautions.

If he misses the target
or changes his mind,

he or she will have to
make a move sooner or later

if not personally then through
someone covering for them

and all our surveillance
networks have been put on alert.

(anticipatory music)

(speaking foreign language)

(anticipatory music)

(gun fires)
(groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- What do you think
I'm doing here?

Making sure you don't
end up in a tin box

covered with the
Stars and Stripes.

("Last Post")

- You are one of our big ears.

- In a sense that's right sir.

- They tell me you're not
doing a good job here.

- Who said so?

- The usual buzz.

- But buzzers
usually have labels.

- Not all the time son, labels
come unstuck or get lost.

For example your face
appears on a certain dossier

with a very different label.

- What are you getting at?

- Furthermore noncommissioned
officers with a bad mark

on their record who on
a final discharge need

a clearance from our branch.

- Could you clarify that, sir?

- My signature if you
tell me your superior.

- Sir!

Sergeant Ted Coleman warns
you, that he will be obliged

to report this behavior of yours

as an abuse of authority,
in an installation subject

to strict security regulations.

- Our branch drew up those
security regulations you fool

and I follow them or ignore
them at my own discretion.

- What exactly
would I have to do?

- Just tell me
everything I wanna know,

and if necessarily,
explain a little.

(anticipatory music)

- [Woman] How'd
you get involved?

- Well as usual
this guy turned up.

You know one of those
assholes who decides who

gets to live and
who gets to die.

They gave me your photo.

- We're no better than they
are, we get paid to kill.

Same method, same battles,
sometimes we're on

the same sides, sometimes
we're on opposite sides.

What's your new name?

- Well my passport
under the new photo,

they go Brett Haskell, importer.

(laughing)

Whether it'd be true
(mumbling), I'm just a name

in the shade (mumbling).

You ready?
- Yeah.

- Let's go.

(foreboding music)

Wow!

- Where are we?

- They'll be looking for us,

they could be walking
on top of our heads.

- Now we can really say
we're wallowing in shit.

- Do you have any idea which
CIA agent's has decided

to toss you overboard?

- I don't know but they're
playing a dirty game,

you see I'm the only link
between them and the murder

of Watson Watt, makes me
a kind of floating mine.

- Except (mumbling), that's all.

- I think our only
chance is to find out

where those damn
trunks ended up,

maybe somebody there
will give us a hand.

- Or drill little holes
in our head, right?

- You got a better idea?

- Nope.

The trouble is, we can't
use any rough stuff

while we're looking.

Those masterminds at Langley
are on red alert one,

the least of disturbance
will set off a big game hunt.

(rumbling)

- Well?

- Maybe Bob will give us a hand.

- Bob, who's Bob?

- He was my boss once, he's
in charge of Delta Force.

- Is he a friend?

- We'll find out tomorrow.

- Okay boys!

- Wait here, productions
are not in season.

- I'm already doing
you a favor by saying

I haven't seen you.

- Just hear me out before
you slam the door in my face.

Somebody wants me dead.

- Aren't you supposed to be
the expert at changing your

name and vanishing?

- This is no joke!

You know what it's like to
be a running target, huh?

Jesus Christ!

Any man, woman or child out
there could be a killer,

any means of locomotion
a tomb, any item of food

an agonizing death by poison.

The one difference from a
nightmare is that this can

only end in my death.

- Who's behind this business?

- You ready for this, the
Central Intelligence Agency.

- Christ!

You know it's because of
them that all the boys

running this sector
have got their hairs

standing on end?

- Well this time I'm
lucky, I'm gonna clean out

all the rotten
apples in the barrel.

- Are you tempting me?
- Why not?

- What you need?

- I need one of your
jeeps, fully equipped.

- You haven't a hope
of getting very far.

- [Brett] I'm not running away.

- Do you think you
can handle it alone?

- Do I have a choice?

(guns firing)
(explosions booming)

(anticipatory music)

- KGB, M16, (mumbling), Mossad.

We're intercepting more than
2,000 telephones in five

countries, all the recording
are fed into a computer

which examines them and
assesses them, grading them

in order of
hypothetical importance.

- So?

- So nothing, nothing comes out.

- And nothing on our personnel?

- No we still haven't
finished, but so far

there's nothing we didn't
already know by heart.

How about you?

- The usual routine.

- Ted?
- Yeah?

- I've done some snooping
in the secret files.

- Have you gone
out of your mind?

- Someone is
turning the CIA into

a real little dictatorship!

Secret fronts, illicit
operations, summary executions!

Bomb attacks!

- And McCailland?

- Won't surprise me
if his name turns up.

- No no, you're looking at the
facts from the wrong angle.

- [Wolf] Maybe, but someone's
throwing sand in the gears.

And wants to wipe his
dirty hands on us.

- Well, button your
lips and forget it okay?

Or you'll be big trouble.

You got it?

- Which side are you on anyway?

- My side.

- What the fuck does that mean?

- It means that I'm just a
guy who wants to go on living.

- How many dead have we left
in our trail do you think?

- Would it change anything
if we knew, Brett?

- You always answer a
question with a question?

- The dead are dead
and that's that okay?

- Who are we to make
that decision huh?

- Listen in war it doesn't
matter who you are,

it's what you do,
okay, give me a break!

(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)

(anticipatory music)

Oh oh, looks like trouble.

- [Brett] General
McCailland did a great job.

(anticipatory music)

(guns firing)
(shells exploding)

(scuffling)
(muttering)

(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)

- What's on your mind Wolf,
I know you didn't get me

out of bed for nothing.

- A message has arrived
from McCailland, sir.

A top secret message.

- Well don't let that worry you.

We've done worse things
than that before.

- I shouldn't have
deciphered it, but I did.

Code, JC 407.

Class, top secret.

Origin, 4th Department.

Object, Information
Report Operation Leonard.

Destined for, General
Jack McCailland.

Number of copies two,
read and destroy.

The prey has
escaped the hunters,

and continues by land, north,
northeast quadrant, 4-7H.

Source, Jussef.

- Jussef, who the
hell is Jussef?

- We don't know, the computer
memory has nothing on him.

- Some goddamn computer you got.

- I'm getting some
strange glitches, Captain,

anyway this Jussef,

he could be a covert agent.

- No no.

No way, Department 4 means CIA
Mechanics that means trouble.

You add McCailland, that
means double trouble.

- And the mole still
hasn't turned up.

- We'll find him,
we've got to find him!

Otherwise they'll find him
even if it means wiping out

all of us.

You tell Ted to
deliver the message.

We haven't seen anything
yet, for the moment.

Wolf!

- Sir?

- Good work, I knew
I could count on you.

- Juna!

Juna!

- Wait!

- Juna!

Juna!
- I found it!

(laughing)

Look at the size of this thing!

Look at this, come here.

It doesn't even fit in there.

I'm so hungry, wow, whoa!

(calming music)

- How long have you
been on that stuff?

- Long enough to
forget how long.

- Why, why do you do it?

- Because it helps me to forget.

I'm afraid of the night.

- So many guys in our
business have died on heroin.

I don't wanna lose you.

- I'm afraid of the night.

To be alone with my ghosts.

The nights get darker.

(moves into warm music)

- Our friend Captain Samuel
Back is shaking the tree

hoping we'll fall out on butts.

And those two freakouts
have shafted us again

and they're heading in
the right direction.

If they uncover the little
joke we're setting up

with those missiles and
manage to warn Langley,

there won't be enough
cold cells in the country

to cope with the slaughter.

- Come on Alex we're still
dealing the cards here,

don't forget that!

- Ah, I'm not so sure anymore.

- Perhaps we should've
realized when it was the right

moment to stop before the
reaching the point of no return.

- Ideas, Alex.

Idle speculations that you
can shove where you want.

- We'll have to start
the show earlier.

- Okay, you leave right
away, I'll join as soon as

I settle score with these
two-bit ball busters here.

(calming music)

- Hey Juna, Juna!
- What, what?

- Which way?
- Oh turn up here.

I made love to you
because I felt like it,

but don't ask me for
something I can't give you.

- Finished?
- No I'm not.

Listen Brett why dig up things
that are dead and buried huh?

- Look all I'm trying to say
is that you mean a lot to me,

that's all I'm saying.

- You're asking me to be
something that I'm not,

at least not anymore.

- Have you finished yet, huh?

(ominous music)

Get out!

(mines exploding)

Are you all right?
- I guess so.

- Sorry about that.

Jesus Christ!

- Memory huh?
- Yeah...

I saw the sign on that
truck at the last second.

- What are we gonna do now?

- Well the map said
there should be a village

somewhere right over
those mountains.

- We'll walk?
- Yeah.

- Oh lord.

- A little stroll
never hurt anybody.

It's all your fault, if I
hadn't take that left turn

back there!

- [Juna] What?

(foreboding music)

- What are you doing here?

Sergeant I asked you a question!

- Did you really?

- [Jack] Now you
listen to me buddy.

- I'm not your buddy goddammit.

- Okay, play it tough, you
won't even notice how fast

you die, I'm gonna
ask you one more time.

What are you looking for.

- A word.

- A word?

That's not much to
risk your neck for.

- Well words make phrases,
and phrases make sentences.

And sentences express
concepts and explain theories.

- Translate.

- Leonard.

Operation Leonard, sir.

The first moment when
I read the reports on

Operation Leonard, I missed it.

Because I calculated
the timezones wrong.

But this?

Your flight plan from
Frankfurt to Number 417,

shows clearly that your
plane had already taken off

when they killed Langley's
number two, Mr. Watson Watt.

- So what?

(funky music)

- The only person who
could've known in advance

is the one who
ordered the execution.

- I learned about
during the flight.

- Wrong.

During any flight with
the code visitation,

which is the highest
top secret level,

strict radio silence
must be maintained.

- Very interesting theory, and
on the whole quite logical.

But a little unwise.

(phone ringing)

Security, come here,
I need a witness.

- Don't ask me, not again.

Okay it's very funny
you rotten pig,

play it while you can,
it's your last anyway.

(gun fires)

You can delete that traitor
from the base personnel roster.

- He's dead.
- Oh my God!

You killed him!

- He tried to get the drop
on me, he was the mole.

- I don't believe
a word you said.

There's not one shred of
proof that he was guilty.

- I did not know that
as Special Security

the lack of proof was an
obstacle, however I did

catch him going
through my files.

- What did Sergeant
Coleman find?

- I do not intend to say
or hear anything further.

- Big journey, big hunger.

- It's great, thank you.

- How far is it from
here to those trucks?

- Hospitality has its rules.

- The young men fighting
the war in the hills

have left you here alone.

- What I don't understand.

- The young men fighting
the war in the hills

have left you here alone.

- One is never completely
alone if one has a god.

- You are right, old man,
we should all have a god.

I need some transportation,
do you have any horses?

- What you want?
- Horses (tongue clicking).

- Ah, everything that
could be used for killing

or transport was taken
away a long time ago.

Unless, unless...

- Unless what?

- It just occurred to me
that perhaps you how know

to ride one of those
things with two wheels.

Come!

In here, look, look there.

You see?

- What do you know a motorcycle.

- It's new, never been
used, because none of us

knew how to make it go.

- We are professionals
remember that, Captain.

- Professionals in the
sadistic sense of false power.

- Sergeant Coleman spilled the
beans before he bit the dust.

- No one commits suicide
on this base, General.

I see a completely
different scenario.

- Shoot.

- Some CIA bigwig decides
he doesn't like detente

or the improved relationships
between East and West.

So he decides to organize
a display of fireworks

much to the detriment of
both teams in the field.

And that's where you come in.

So they tossed you the hot
potato which you must handle

gently or you may find
yourself looking up at

a cold ceiling in the
morgue, with your guts

laying besides you, so you
decide to play it smart,

you comb the army records
looking for some fall guy

for your dirty game, you
find some little guy who

has a little irregularity
on his poop sheet.

The subject in question
is stationed here,

so with your phony
story of the mole,

you install yourself
on this base,

where no one would
think to look for you,

especially with the
military uniform as a cover.

- Is that all?
- Not quite.

No need to emphasize
that this phone booth

is a perfect ideal
situation for you

to keep in touch with the
zombies you control outside.

- You sound like a
dime store novel.

- So who do you hit next, me?

- My mission is finished with
the death of the traitor.

- Traitor, traitor to who?

Coleman was leading you
on, he told me everything,

facts, theories.

- Very impressive but who do
you think is gonna believe you?

A useless death is the most
stupid way for a man to die.

Let's see if you still
know how to use the wings

you've got sown to your jacket.

You and I are gonna
take a little trip.

- Really, roundtrip?

- Well we all wanna finish
the game one way or another.

(calming music)

- Jesus it's even
worse that I thought.

- Believe me there's always
one stage beyond what you

believed, it'd be worse.

- Do you think
they're expecting us?

- I don't know, I'm sure
they made everything possible

check, and we might
have given them support.

And all they have to do is
come to the same conclusions

we did, it's a risk
but we have to take it.

- Do you think we'll
ever get out of this one.

- Yeah, two body bags.

- What's going on?
- Going down at 20 meters.

Scrape a few treetops.
- Order?

- [Sam] I'm violating
hostile airspace,

I don't want a couple
of fighters on my tail,

even if I feel I'm
going to my own funeral.

Shit too late.
- What do you mean?

- A couple of
fighters, 10 o'clock.

Distance, 4.7 and decreasing.

We got about 90 seconds.

- We have to evade them
Back, that's an order!

- [Sam] Hey I don't give
a shit about your orders.

- What the hell has
gotten into you?

- I wanna know everything,
even if I have to take you

to hell with me.
- What good will it do you?

- We got about 10 seconds that's
more than you gave Coleman.

- What do you wanna know?

- [Sam] Name of they
patient in this operation.

- If you care that
much I'll tell you,

but for God's
sake, do something!

(anticipatory music)

- What's the matter, you scared,

crapping in your
shorts back there?

- Back, the base is
near the Khyber Pass

between Afghanistan
and Pakistan,

it's called Hernuck,
now listen--

- Oh no you listen.

As Bogart would've
said, this could've been

the beginning of a beautiful
friendship, adios pal!

(ejector seat blasting
(ominous music)

(gun fires)

(plane exploding)

- Ready?

- Hmm-mm.

- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah.

- [Brett] Let's go.

(anticipatory music)

Hello Alex.

- I've been expecting you.

- Leave her alone
you son of a bitch!

I said leave her alone!

- After all considering
that the missiles are from

the West, and the
launching pads are Russian,

we're only sending them
back their own toys

and hoping they'll enjoy them.

- You bastard, there's gonna
be a bloodbath on both sides!

What kind of a maniac are you.

Jesus Christ!

- You're forgetting the money!
(screaming)

I should...

You stupid...

- Oh yeah, yeah the money.

Pieces of silver covered with
the blood of Watson Watt,

and everybody else who
got in your fucking way!

- Nonentities who couldn't
see beyond the ends

of their noses.

- Human beings, you
bastard, with two eyes,

two arms and two legs
like everybody else.

- You know the rules, my friend.

So save your breath
for tomorrow.

Because McCailland will
want you to tell him

who it was who helped
you get all the way here.

(laughing)

- And if I won't?

- If you won't, you can
choose your next post in hell.

(sad music)

- Juna, are you okay?

- I'm still in one
piece, what about you?

- I'll survive.

At least until tomorrow.

- Oh Brett, I'm so sorry!

- For what?

- It's all my fault!

It was me who got you
into all this mess.

- That's not important anymore.

It was just another
way of getting out.

- It's not easy for me to
accept, that we have to die.

I'm afraid of dying...

(faint radio chattering)

- [Man] Loud and clear,
Lasso-R 16 at nine o'clock.

60 seconds to objective,
correct course 104-201-0.

- [Man] Wilco, over and out.

(guns firing)

(anticipatory music)

(bombs exploding)
(screaming)

- Hurry!

- Perhaps you could be a
useful bargaining chip.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

- Please Alex, don't shit
in your pants just when

I'm about to enjoy myself.

(groaning)

- It isn't always true
that the good die first!

(bombs exploding)
(guns firing)

- Let's go!

You son of a bitch!

Saved my ass again!

Oh uh?

- Hi, I'm Juna
Brent, thanks man.

- Hi, Bob Striker.

I got a phone call, now I
have to check the casualties.

You're my guests
for the return trip.

- I owe you another
one you bastard!

Oh, a phone call?

- A guy called
Captain Samuel Back.

- Samuel Back?

- The end of a nightmare.
- Yeah...

- Now it's time to forget, huh?

- Everybody tries to forget,
that way it's no problem

to start killing again.

I don't wanna have you forget.

(sad, calming music)

* Anywhere there is enough

* Any warmer in the sun and
fighting the cold wind *

* Doesn't want to
die for you and me *

* Didn't know it's
so, dark days coming *

* Anywhere the dark hides

* Brought over such shadows
of the past that has gone by *

* Melting at the
heat above my hope *

* Do you know the soul

* Surely it is so

* Our day is here, never
heard each other more *

* It's just the truth, it is
a new life for me and you *

* In our lives, let's not
hurt each other more *

* The suffering, it is
a high price to pay *

* Nobody shared so much,
that's all I gotta say *