All language subtitles for Combat.Hospital.S01E10.Reason.to.Believe.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-Cinefeel_track3_[eng]

***

(woman)
AND GOD SAID TO ABRAHAM,

"TAKE YOUR SON,
YOUR ONLY SON.

"SACRIFICE HIM THERE
AS A BURNT OFFERING

ON ONE OF THE MOUNTAINS."

GOD NEVER ASKS FOR THAT
WHICH MEANS LITTLE TO US.

(voice breaks)
WHY DOES HE DO THIS?

FOR WHAT PURPOSE?

WE ASK THIS...

WHY US?

WHY THIS?

AND THE ANSWER IS...

(sirens wail)

***

AND THE ANSWER IS FAITH.

IT IS A BELIEF
THAT GOD'S PLAN...

THAT HIS...

WE BELIEVE...

I BELIEVE...

***

(rustles papers)

WE ARE REMINDED TO HAVE FAITH
IN OUR CREATOR,

TO HOLD STEADFAST
TO OUR FAITH...

(flame hisses)

(explosion)

FAITH IN HIM,
FAITH IN THOSE AROUND US,

AND F-FAITH...

FAITH IN OUR LORD,
OUR GOD.

AMEN.

(helicopter blades whirring)

***

(military radio chatter)

ONE, TWO, THREE, GO.

(whirring continues)

(siren wailing)

THERE YOU ARE.

HERE I AM.

HOW'D THE SURGERY GO?

AS EXPECTED.
ANOTHER LORD HILL MASTERPIECE.

SPINAL INJURY INBOUND.
E.T.A. NOW.

(wailing continues)

YOU TAKE THIS ONE.

SERGEANT GEOFFREY DAUMS, SIR.
27-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN SOLDIER.

HE'S AN E.O.D.
WITH THE OMLT.

ATTEMPTING TO DEACTIVATE
AN I.E.D.

WHEN HE WAS THROWN
BY THE EXPLOSIVE, SIR.

HE'S SEMIALERT
AND RESPONSIVE.

NEURO DAMAGE TO THE UPPER
AND LOWER LIMBS.

(Geoffrey, slurred speech)
I GOTTA GO BACK.

I HAVE TO GO BACK.

(Ford) YOU'RE OKAY.
YOU'RE OKAY, SERGEANT.

THIS IS WHERE YOU WANT
TO BE, OKAY?

(Mehra) POSSIBLE CONCUSSION.

SHRAPNEL TO THE FACE,
LOWER LIMBS, AND HANDS.

SEVERE SPINAL INJURY.

(Marks) WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

PLEASE. I LEFT MY...

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
HE CAN'T HEAR YOU.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!

I GOTTA--MY--MY LEGS.
I GOTTA--I GOTTA GET MY LEGS.

I CAN'T FEEL--
OH, JUDE--

PLEASE DON'T--OH, GOD.
YOU'RE IN ONE PIECE SON.

THE CHAPLAIN.

GET HIM INSIDE.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING
TO ME?

(jet engines roar)

READY, TEAM 4!

FIND THE CHAPLAIN.
(man) YES, SIR.

(Will) TRAUMA BAY 2.

B.P. IS 140 OVER 90.
PULSE IS 130.

GOT ONE I.V.
RINGERS ON BOARD.

G.C.S. IS 9.
EYES 4, VERBAL 4, MOTOR IS 1.

OKAY,
LET'S MANAGE HIS AIRWAY.

START HIM ON 30 MILLIGRAMS
PER KILOGRAM...
MY LEGS.

OF METHYLPREDNISOLONE,
100% O-2.

I NEED A C.T. SCAN AS WELL.

X-RAYS, PLEASE--

C-SPINE, A.P., AND LATERAL.

I WANT TO RULE OUT
BLAST LUNG.

THE SERGEANT WANTS TO TALK
TO THE CHAPLAIN.

YES, SIR.
SIMON,
YOU CAN START YOUR NEURO.

THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.
RIGHT.

I WANT ANOTHER SET OF VITALS
ON HIM, PLEASE.

CHAPLAIN. CHAPLAIN?

EVEN BETTER.
I'M A NEUROSURGEON.
(groans)

THE CHAPLAIN'S ON HER WAY,
SON.

HANG TIGHT.

OKAY.

B.P. 90 OVER 50.
PULSE 50. RESPIRATIONS 10.

RIGHT.
DO YOU FEEL THIS?

MY LEGS. MY LEGS.

SOLDIER,
DO YOU FEEL THIS?

NO. NO.

ALL RIGHT. AND THIS?

SERGEANT, FEEL THAT?

MY LEGS.

NO RESPONSE.

OKAY. ALL RIGHT. I WANT YOU
TO SQUEEZE MY HANDS.

SQUEEZE MY HANDS
AS HARD AS YOU CAN.
SQUEEZE. SQUEEZE.

SQUEEZE. SQUEEZE.
SQUEEZE.

I-I AM.
HE IS.

OKAY. LOSS OF SYMPATHETIC TONE.
GOING INTO SPINAL SHOCK.

(pants)

(grunts)

YOU CAN FIX ME.

YOU CAN FIX ME.

(breathes raspily)

YOU CAN FIX ME.

NAME IS
SERGEANT GEOFFREY DAUMS.

HE'S IN PRETTY BAD SHAPE.

IT WAS A COMPLETE TRANSECTION
OF THE LUMBAR SPINE.

WE CAN STABILIZE THAT, BUT HE
WON'T HAVE THE USE OF HIS LEGS.

GEOFFREY.

I'M CHAPLAIN PLOTTEL.

(Bobby)
...C-6 AND 7 ARE CRUSHED.

RIGHT.

YOU THINK HE'S GONNA BE
A QUADRIPLEGIC?

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(sighs)

I KNOW HOW DIFFICULT THIS IS
FOR YOU, HOW FRIGHTENED YOU ARE.

(Simon) THE X-RAY ITSELF,
IT WON'T SHOW

THE DAMAGE
TO THE SPINAL CORD, SO...

RIGHT.
WE NEED THE C.T.

(voice breaks)
DON'T LEAVE ME.

(indistinct conversations)

I AM WITH YOU.

I WILL BE HERE
AS LONG AS YOU NEED ME.

(Simon and Bobby
speaking indistinctly)

MY--MY WIFE...

(sniffles)

MY BABY...

OKAY, SO YOU'RE SAYING HE MIGHT
HAVE USE OF HIS UPPER LIMBS?

YEAH, EXACTLY.

I MEAN, YOU KNOW,
I WON'T BE EASY,

BUT I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GO IN
AND DECOMPRESS THE SPINE...

THE DOCTORS ARE DOING
EVERYTHING THEY CAN.

WHY?

(jet engines roaring)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

WHY ME? (sobs)

GOD, PLEASE HELP ME.

(cries)

(beeping continues)

(crying)

(beeping continues)

(crying continues)

(exhales deeply)

(jet engines roaring)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(sniffles)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

"HAVE YOU NOT KNOWN?
HAVE YOU NOT HEARD?

"THE LORD
IS THE EVERLASTING GOD,

"THE CREATOR
OF THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.

HE DOES NOT FAINT
OR GROW WEARY."

ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GONNA NEED
THAT C.T. TO ASSESS.

"TO HE WHO HAS NO MIGHT,
HE GIVES STRENGTH."

(gasping)
"EVEN YOUTHS WILL FAINT
AND STRENGTHENS THE PURPOSE"--

(Pam) DOCTORS!
"EVEN YOUTHS WILL FAINT
AND BE WEARY,

AND THE YOUNG WILL FALL
EXHAUSTED..."
(Simon) ...NOT WORKING.

"THOSE WHO WAIT
FOR THE LORD..."
(Bobby) INTUBATE?

"SHALL RENEW
THEIR STRENGTH..."
YES. ALL RIGHT.

"AND SHALL MOUNT UP
WITH WINGS LIKE EAGLES."
E.T. TUBE.

(Bobby) ETOMIDATE,
20 MILLIGRAMS PER KILO, I.V.

OVER 30 TO 60 SECONDS
FOR COMPRESSION,

THEN FOLLOWED BY ROCURONIUM.

(Geoffrey continues gasping)

GEOFFREY, I AM RIGHT HERE
WITH YOU.

WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE
THIS KID'S LIFE, PADRE.

HIS SOUL WILL HAVE TO WAIT.

THANK YOU.
OKAY, MOVE IT. MOVE IT.

OKAY, INTUBATE.
OKAY, HOLD HIM. HOLD HIM.

YEAH.
(monitor beeps erratically)

THE SPINAL CORD ITSELF
DOESN'T SEEM TO BE SEVERED,

WHICH IS GOOD NEWS,

BUT IT'S BEING COMPRESSED
BY THESE BONE FRAGMENTS.

YOU RANG?

WHEW. THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE
HE'S IN BAD SHAPE.

YEAH. TELL ME ABOUT IT.

RIGHT.
THIS IS WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO.

YOU SEE THESE ANNOYING PIECES
OF BROKEN VERTEBRAE

PRESSING AGAINST
HIS SPINAL CORD?

I WANT TO REMOVE THEM.

OKAY? I WANT
TO STABILIZE THE SPINE

AND DO A SPINE FUSION.

A DISCECTOMY
AND BONE GRAFT?
YEAH.

WE'VE NEVER DONE THAT KIND
OF SPINAL SURGERY HERE.

SO WE HAVE TO SEND HIM
TO LANDSTUHL.

NO. LOOK, BY THE TIME WE'VE
FLOWN HIM TO GERMANY, OKAY,

THERE'LL BE TOO MUCH DAMAGE
TO HIS SPINAL CORD.

HE'LL NEVER BE ABLE
TO BREATHE...
MM-HMM.

WITHOUT THE USE OF A VENTILATOR
OR USE HIS HANDS AGAIN.

IT'S TOO BIG A RISK.

THIS HOSPITAL'S NOT EQUIPPED TO
HANDLE A SURGERY THAT COMPLEX.

I AM.

YOU'VE DONE
THIS PROCEDURE BEFORE?

HE'S RIGHT, SIR.

THIS CAN'T WAIT TILL THIS GUY
GETS TO GERMANY.

A DELAY GUARANTEES
HE ENDS UP A QUADRIPLEGIC.

(sighs)

LOOK, I CAN DO THIS, OKAY?
JUST TRUST ME.

(gurney wheels clattering)

(inhales and exhales deeply)

ALL RIGHT. I'M GONNA GET 'EM
TO PREP THE O.R.

IT'S A LONG ONE.
YOU START IN AN HOUR.

YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS.

(engine rumbling)

(indistinct conversations)

DID YOU TELL SIMON
ABOUT US?

NO. WHY?
YOU THINK HE KNOWS?

IF HE KNOWS,
EVERYONE DOES.

***

THERE'S SOMETHING
I WANTED TO RUN BY YOU.

I WAS, UM, THINKING
OF GOING BACK TO SCHOOL--

EVERYONE HERE KNOWS,
DON'T THEY?

I'M GONNA
GET KICKED OUTTA HERE

'CAUSE I LET MYSELF
GET DISTRACTED.

DISTRACTED?
WHAT?

I SWEAR, I DON'T THINK
I HAVE ONE BUTTON LEFT

YOU HAVEN'T PUSHED.

YOU--CAN YOU JUST
KEEP IT DOWN A LITTLE BIT?

OH, MY GOD!

(clenched teeth)
THAT'S NOT KEEPING IT D--

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

YOU'RE AFRAID TO BE CAUGHT
USING A-A METAPHOR.

DR. TRANG, YO.

HEY.
ANY CHANCE
I COULD TALK TO YOU?

YES.
YES, YOU CERTAINLY CAN.

GIVE THE MATTER
SOME CONSIDERATION, DR. TRANG.

I'D BE REALLY INTERESTED

IN HEARING
WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO NEXT.

WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?

UM, WELL... (chuckling)
YOU'RE IN FANTASTIC SHAPE.

UH, IT'S HARD NOT TO NOTICE.

THANK YOU?

YEAH, WELL,
NOT THAT MY GIRLFRIEND

W-WOULD LIKE TWICE AT YOU,
YOU KNOW.

SHE PREFERS A HEFTIER BUILD.

JUST NOT THIS HEFTY.

I... I'VE KIND OF
PUT ON A FEW POUNDS

SINCE I'VE BEEN OUT HERE.

WHAT'S A FEW POUNDS,
BUDDY?

30...

5.

(whispers) 57.

NICE.
(normal voice)
I-I KNOW IT'S A LOT TO ASK,

A-AND I DON'T WANT TO TAKE

ANY TIME
AWAY FROM YOUR LADY FRIEND--

THAT'S NOT AN ISSUE.

UH, SO IS THAT A YES, THEN?

HELL, YEAH, MAN.

WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR WOULD I BE
IF I TURNED MY BACK

ON A POTENTIAL HEART ATTACK-
STROKE-DIABETES VICTIM?

WHAT?
I'M NOT GONNA LIE.
IT'S NOT GONNA BE EASY.

BUT NOTHING WORTHWHILE
EVER IS.

SO, OKAY.
(claps hands)

THIS IS WHAT WE'LL DO.

WE'LL START MONITORING
YOUR CALORIC INTAKE.

WE'LL GET YOU ON A PROGRAM
AND...

(indistinct conversations)

BARRETT.

BARRETT! COMING?

(indistinct conversations
continue)

***

LOOK, COULD WE GET ON
WITH THIS, PLEASE?
(speaking indistinctly)

SOME OF US HAVE
IMPORTANT PHONE CALLS TO MAKE--

YOU KNOW, DOCTOR STUFF,
LIFE AND DEATH, THAT KIND OF--
HOLD ON A MINUTE, HONEY.

MY LITTLE GIRL,
WHO I HAVEN'T SEEN IN 16 MONTHS,

LIKES TO HAVE HER DADDY
TELL HER WHAT HE HAD FOR LUNCH.

YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY
THIS ISN'T AN IMPORTANT CALL?

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

***

(indistinct conversations)

OW!

(laughs)

OH, THAT'S NICE.

SORRY.

THAT'S REAL NICE.
OW!

(chuckles)

GO AHEAD.
LAUGH AT MY PAIN.

THAT IS REALLY,
REALLY THE KIND OF SENSITIVITY

YOU WANT TO SEE
FROM A SHRINK.

OH, WHAT CAN I SAY?
I'M NOT IMMUNE.

WHEW.

YOU EVER WORN A BURKA?

UH, NOPE.

ODDLY ENOUGH,
THE OCCASION NEVER AROSE.

OH, WELL, I HAVE. I WANTED
TO SEE WHAT IT WAS LIKE.

I MUST SAY, I DIDN'T MIND
NOT BEING STARED AT FOR A DAY.

AH, THE BURDEN OF BEING
AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN.

RIGHT.

I GOTTA BE HONEST.

I'D RATHER BE STARED AT
THAN ERASED ALTOGETHER.

THEY'RE NOT BEING ERASED.

THEY'RE BUSY...

RAISING FAMILIES,
TEACHING IN SCHOOLS,

BUILDING THEIR COUNTRY,

AT GREAT--

(laughing) AT A GREAT RISK,
I MIGHT ADD.

REALLY?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I'M SORRY. (laughs)

SO YOU'RE SAYING
THAT SHE FEELS...

LIBERATED BECAUSE SHE'S NOT
BEING SEEN AS A SEX SYMBOL?

I DON'T KNOW.

AND--AND ANSWER ME THIS--

WHY IS IT
A WOMAN'S RESPONSIBILITY

TO CONTROL
WHAT GOES THROUGH MEN'S MINDS

WHEN THEY LOOK AT THEM?

OKAY. ARE YOU
EVEN LISTENING TO ME?

WHERE THESE INSTRUMENTS
ARE NOT SUFFICIENT,

INTERVENE BY YOUR HOLY SPIRIT

TO PREVENT PAIN
AND HASTEN RECOVERY.

WE ASK THIS
IN THE NAME OF THE LORD,

THE GREAT PHYSICIAN.

AMEN.

YOU'RE IN GOD'S HANDS NOW,
GEOFFREY.

ACTUALLY, HE'S IN MY HANDS,
WHICH IS LUCKY FOR HIM,

BUT IF YOU WANT TO PRAY
FOR THE GREAT PHYSICIAN...

(Southern accent)
THEN HERE I AM, BIBLE WOMAN.

(normal voice) AND, DR. PRAKASH,
YOU'RE PRETTY GOOD, TOO,

AREN'T YOU?

THANK YOU. IT'S AN HONOR
JUST TO BE NOMINATED.

AS YOU KNOW, MY HUMBLE
NEUROSURGEON ISN'T A BELIEVER.

OH, NO.
YOU'RE WRONG, COLONEL.

I'M VERY MUCH A BELIEVER.

I BELIEVE IN ONE THING
AND ONE THING ONLY,

AND THAT'S MYSELF,
SO IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,

I NEED TO GET READY
TO PERFORM A MIRACLE.

MM-HMM.

HE'S UNDER MORE PRESSURE
THAN USUAL WITH THIS ONE.

YOU UP TO STAYING
IN THE O.R.?

IT'LL BE GRUELING...

EIGHT, TEN HOURS.

I KNOW.

MM.

ALL RIGHT.

***

TELL HER
HER DAUGHTER'S DOING WELL...

(speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

BUT SHE NEEDS TO COME BACK
IN ABOUT A WEEK

SO THAT WE CAN CHECK
HER PROGRESS.

(continues speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

IT'S NOT NORMAL.

WHAT?

THE WAY YOU DON'T SWEAT.

YOU KNOW,
THAT COULD BE ANHIDROSIS.

YOU SHOULD GET THAT
CHECKED OUT, REALLY.

I FEEL THE HEAT JUST AS MUCH
AS YOU DO.

REALLY? THEN WHY THE HELL
DON'T YOU SHOW IT?

(woman screaming
in Middle Eastern dialect)

(man shouts)
(woman) HELP!

HELP US!

PLEASE! HELP US!

PLEASE HELP US!
WE ARE DYING!

(people speaking indistinctly)

COME ON, DARLING.

WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

30, M-MAYBE 40 MINUTES AGO.

THESE GIRLS ARE STUDENTS
IN MY SCHOOL.

SAMIRA WAS FIRST.

SHE BEGAN TO VOMIT,

AND SOON,
THE OTHERS COULDN'T BREATHE.

LET'S GET THEM INSIDE.

OKAY.

OKAY, COME HERE.

OKAY.

YOU'RE OKAY.

I THINK
THEY'VE BEEN POISONED.

WE ALL ATE THE SAME THING,
BUT BEFORE SHE GOT SICK,

SAMIRA SAID
SHE SMELLED SOMETHING SWEET.

ORGANOPHOSPHATES?

WAIT. WERE--
WERE THEY ALL VOMITING?

YES.
OKAY, THEN YOU'RE RIGHT.

IT MUST BE
ORGANOPHOSPHATE POISONING.

STEP AWAY FROM THE GIRLS.
THEY'RE TOXIC.

OKAY, IT PENETRATES THROUGH
LATEX, SO WASH YOUR HANDS NOW.

THE POISON
IS IN THEIR CLOTHES

AND IT'S SEEPING
INTO THEIR SKIN,

SO WE NEED TO WASH THEM DOWN
VERY CAREFULLY

SO THAT WE DON'T
CONTAMINATE OURSELVES,

AND I WANT YOU TO RADIO
THE HOSPITAL.

TELL THEM THAT WE'RE
BRINGING IN FOUR PATIENTS

WHO HAVE BEEN EXPOSED
TO ORGANOPHOSPHATE.

OKAY.

(water splashing)

(engines roaring)

YOU'RE NOT IN SURGERY?

YOU WANT TO TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON?

(helicopter blades whirring)

(indistinct conversations)

YOU KNOW, I DON'T THINK
I NEED TO EXPLAIN TO YOU

THAT... CONFESSION
IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL.

(chuckles)

(jet engines roaring)

(sighs)

(roaring continues)

WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE,
I WAS...

SO SURE OF MY PURPOSE...

SO...

I MEAN, YOU THINK
SIMON'S ARROGANT?

I WAS LIKE, "VALLEY OF
THE SHADOW OF DEATH?

BRING IT ON."

(laughs)

I THOUGHT I HAD
ALL THE ANSWERS.

BUT THEN I'VE SEEN PEOPLE
GO THROUGH THINGS,

DAY AFTER DAY--

HORRIFIC,
UNIMAGINABLE THINGS.

AND THEY COME TO ME FOR COMFORT,
AND WHAT DO I TELL THEM?

HAVE FAITH IN GOD'S PLAN.

I DON'T.

(voice breaking)
I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

THE WORDS MEAN NOTHING
TO ME.

(people speaking indistinctly)

SO...

SO I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU
A HEADS-UP THAT...

THAT'S IT, XAVIER.
I'M DONE.

I SEE.

ALL RIGHT, THEN.

MARJORIE.

THERE'S A YOUNG MAN
IN THE O.R.,

AND I BELIEVE YOU MADE
A PROMISE TO HIM.

I CAN'T.
I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T.

NO, IT'S NOT AN ORDER.

IT'S A REQUEST...

THAT YOU DO AT THE VERY LEAST

WHAT I WOULD EXPECT
OF MY CHAPLAIN,

AND THAT IS GET YOURSELF
BACK INTO THAT O.R.

AND YOU BE THERE...

FOR DAUMS UNTIL HE GETS
ON THE PLANE FOR GERMANY.

(sighs)

(door closes)

(grunts)

(scoffs)

OKAY, SO YOU'LL ALL
HAVE A BAD HEADACHE

FOR ABOUT A DAY OR SO,

BUT HOPEFULLY,
WITH NO COMPLICATIONS.

ARE YOU FEELING OKAY,
LEILA?

MM-HMM.

YOU KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED?

(sighs)
THE TALIBAN.

FIRST, OUR LIBRARY...

AND NOW THIS.

YOU'RE LOOKING REALLY PALE.

WANNA COME WITH ME?

THEY'VE BEEN POISONING
GIRLS SCHOOLS

ACROSS THE COUNTRY,

TRYING TO SCARE OFF PARENTS
WHO ARE TERRIFIED

THAT GIVING THEIR DAUGHTERS
AN EDUCATION

WILL PUT THEM IN DANGER.

THE GIRLS AND I...
WE WILL SURVIVE, BUT...

IT TOOK YEARS
TO COLLECT THOSE BOOKS.

(woman speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(suction gurgling)

(door opens)

(beeping continues)

PADRE, THERE YOU ARE.

I WAS WONDERING
WHERE YOU WERE.

I THOUGHT YOU HAD DECIDED
TO STAND ME UP.

OF COURSE,
I SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER.

HEMOSTAT.

WOMEN DO TEND
TO FIND ME IRRESISTIBLE.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT, PAM?

ABSOLUTELY, DOCTOR.

TREMBLES AT THE VERY SIGHT
OF ME, THIS ONE.

MM.

YOU, HOWEVER,

ARE THE RARE TYPE OF WOMEN

WHO APPEAR TO ENJOY ME
SOLELY FOR MY MIND.

COME ON. COME AND TAKE
A CLOSER LOOK.

IT'S YOUR CHANCE TO FINALLY SEE
AN HONEST TO GOODNESS MIRACLE.

ISN'T THAT WHY YOU'RE HERE?

I'M HERE BECAUSE I MADE
A PROMISE TO SERGEANT DAUBS.

AH. SO YOU'RE HERE
OUT OF OBLIGATION AND GUILT,

UNLIKE ME,
WHO DOES THIS FOR LOVE.

WELL, AND LOTS AND LOTS
OF MONEY.

(Max) SIMON.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,
DR. PRAKASH.

DR. HILL'S ANTIPATHY TOWARD
MY ROLE HERE IS NOTHING NEW.

YEAH, AND IF YOU DON'T
JOIN ME

IN A VIGOROUS GAME
OF FAITH VERSUS REASON,

I'LL BEGIN TO THINK
YOU SHARE IT.

I'M REALLY NOT IN THE MOOD
FOR A DEBATE, DR. HILL.

OH, IS THAT SO?

OR HAVE YOU
FINALLY BEGUN TO REALIZE

THE FUTILITY IN BELIEVING
WHAT YOU KNOW ISN'T TRUE?

(monitor beeping rhythmically,
suction gurgling)

ALL RIGHT. I'LL START.

KIERKEGAARD?

OR A LITTLE BIT
OF NIETZSCHE?

HOW ABOUT "A CASUAL WALK

"THROUGH THE LUNATIC ASYLUM

WILL SHOW YOU THAT FAITH
DOES NOT PROVE ANYTHING?"

WHAT WISDOM CAN WE DRAW
FROM A MAN

WHO DECLARED GOD DEAD
AND THEN WENT INSANE?

(instrument clatters
against bowl)

AH, SO YOU DO WANT TO PLAY.

WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU
TO TREAT SERGEANT DAUMS

WITH THE DIGNITY HE DESERVES.

(chuckles)
IS THAT SOME SORT OF JOKE?

THAT'S SOMETHING YOU COULDN'T
POSSIBLY COMPREHEND, DOCTOR.

NOT EVERYTHING IS.

YOU KNOW, PADRE, I DON'T THINK
I WANT YOU IN HERE ANYMORE.

AND I DON'T ANSWER
TO YOU, DOCTOR.

OH, YOU WANT
A HIGHER AUTHORITY?

WELL, IN THIS ROOM,
I'M AS GOOD AS IT GETS,

SO GET THE HELL OUT--
(monitor beeping erratically)

VITALS ARE 90 OVER 60.
PULSE 50. HE'S DETERIORATING.

DID HE RUPTURE
A BLOOD VESSEL?

I DON'T KNOW.
LET'S GET SOME SUCTION.

(beeping continues)

BLOOD PRESSURE'S
STILL DROPPING.

COULD YOU HAVE PUNCTURED
THE DURA?

NO, LET'S GET HIM
SOME VASOPRESSORS.

YOU'VE GOTTA HOLD ON,
GEOFFREY.

YOU KNOW THAT GOD IS WITH YOU,
STRENGTHENING YOU.

LET YOUR FAITH IN HIM
SEE YOU THROUGH THIS.

WOW. IS THAT REALLY THE BEST
YOU CAN DO, PADRE?

CAN I HAVE A CLAMP, PLEASE?
HE'S GOING SOUTH.

NO, HE'S NOT.
THERE'S NO EXCESSIVE BLEEDING.

HE'S JUST HYPOTENSIVE.

GET ANOTHER UNIT OF BLOOD.

(monitor beeps erratically)

(beeping normalizes)

ALL IS WELL, CHILDREN.
ALL IS WELL.

IT WAS SOME,
UH, VASODILATION.

PRESSORS SORTED IT OUT,

AND EVERYTHING
IS RIGHT AS RAIN.

THAT WAS CLOSE.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

AS ALWAYS, I HAD EVERYTHING
COMPLETELY UNDER CONTROL,

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

(beeping continues)

"WHAT A PIECE OF WORK
IS MAN.

HOW NOBLE IN REASON"--

(Max) HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
WE MADE A DEAL, MAN.

YOU START QUOTING SHAKESPEARE...

(imitates East Indies accent)
I GET TO, YOU KNOW,

SING A SONG
FROM MY HOMELAND.

(laughs)

WELL, DON'T GET TOO EXCITED,
EVERYONE.

HE'S FROM INDIANAPOLIS.

(medical team laughs)

ALLOW ME TO BE THE FIRST
TO CONTRIBUTE.

THANKS, GRAHAM.

WHOA.
"MORETA, DRAGONLADY OF PERN"?

I BELIEVE THE EXPRESSION IS

"DON'T KNOCK IT
TILL YOU'VE TRIED IT."

(jet engines roaring)

GREAT IDEA.

(Rebecca) HEY, THANKS.

BOBBY, YOU WANT TO GRAB
SOME LUNCH?

CAN'T. I'M, UH, MEETING UP
WITH BARRETT.

WHO?

THE VICKERDALE GUY.

I'M HELPING HIM GET IN SHAPE
FOR HIS WEDDING.

SO YOU WANT ME
TO WALK OUT OF HERE

THINKING YOU'D RATHER SPEND TIME
WITH THE VICKERDALE GUY THAN ME.

THAT'S NOT REALLY
IN MY CONTROL.

(sighs) YOU DON'T BREAK UP
WITH GIRLS, DO YOU?

YOU GET THEM TO DO
YOUR DIRTY WORK FOR YOU.

I'M RIGHT, AREN'T I?

(scoffs)

YOU MAKE YOURSELF SO
FRUSTRATING TO BE WITH

THAT THEY HAVE NO CHOICE
BUT TO DUMP YOU,

REGARDLESS OF HOW DAMN HOT
YOU ARE.

(sighs)

ALL RIGHT, FINE.

CONSIDER YOURSELF DUMPED,

WHETHER YOU WANT TO BE
OR NOT.

SUZY.

SUZY.

(sighs)

IT'S BEEN FUN.

LIKE,
SERIOUSLY MIND-BLOWING FUN.

IT'S JUST NOT WORTH THE RISK.

TELL ME THAT
SIX MONTHS FROM NOW.

(door closes)

(knock on window)

SIR.

YO.

I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE
WITH A MAN

CLAIMING TO BE
DR. HILL'S BROTHER.

AH.
SIMON HAS A FAMILY.

AND HERE I THOUGHT HE'D SPRUNG
FROM THE HEAD OF ZEUS.

I THINK YOU'RE REFERRING TO
THE GODDESS ATHENA, SIR.

YES, AND I BELIEVE THAT WAS
MY ATTEMPT AT A BIT OF HUMOR.

IF YOU SAY SO, SIR.

ANYWAY, THIS GENTLEMAN'S CALLED
MANY TIMES BEFORE,

AND HIS MANNER
HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME.

HE'S EXTREMELY AGITATED,
HE'S RANTING,

UH, VERY DIFFICULT
TO UNDERSTAND.

AND DR. HILL

HAS ALWAYS RESPONDED
WITH A MARKED LACK OF INTEREST.

WELL,
THAT'S HIS PREROGATIVE.

YES, SIR, BUT THIS TIME
IT'S DIFFERENT.

THIS GENTLEMAN HAS THREATENED
TO HURT HIMSELF

IF DR. HILL
DOESN'T RETURN THE CALL.

ALL RIGHT. THANKS.

(Simon) YOU WERE RIGHT.

THESE BONE GRAFTS ARE MAKING ME
WEEP AT THEIR BEAUTY.

THIS IS AMAZING.

YES, I AM.

FOR A CHANGE, I'M GONNA
HAVE TO AGREE WITH YOU.

PADRE, ARE YOU WILLING
TO RISK

HEARING DR. PRAKASH SING?

I'D LOVE TO HEAR
SOME SHAKESPEARE.

HOW ABOUT...

"I HAVE OF LATE, BUT WHEREFORE
I KNOW NOT, LOST ALL MY MIRTH."

SORRY TO INTERRUPT,
DOCTORS.

THAT'S ALL RIGHT, COLONEL.

AS I PREDICTED, THINGS HAVE
GONE EXTREMELY WELL.

TOC GOT AN URGENT CALL
FOR YOU A WHILE AGO.

DID SHE HAVE
A SEXY SWEDISH ACCENT?

(chuckles)

ACTUALLY, THE PERSON
CLAIMED TO BE YOUR BROTHER.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

COLONEL, UM...

YOU'VE BEEN THE VICTIM
OF A PRANK.

I HAVE
A MEDICAL SCHOOL FRIEND.

HE...

HE'S NOTORIOUS
FOR THIS KIND OF THING,

SO IT'S NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT.

I APOLOGIZE
ON HIS BEHALF.

NOW YOU TELL YOUR FRIEND
TO PRANK SOMEONE ELSE,

'CAUSE MY PEOPLE

HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO
WITH THEIR TIME

THAN TO SIT AND LISTEN
TO SOMEONE JOKE ABOUT SUICIDE.

IS THAT CLEAR?

(beeping continues)

YES. UNDERSTOOD, COLONEL.

(beeping continues)

(jet engines roaring)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

HEY. HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

BETTER.
GOOD.

I WANT YOU TO COME CHECK IN
IN THE CLINIC TOMORROW

SO WE CAN RUN
ANOTHER BLOOD TEST,

BUT YOU'RE GONNA BE JUST FINE.

THANK YOU.

THAT'S NOT ALL.
HOLD ON.

THIS IS THE BEGINNING
OF YOUR NEW LIBRARY.

DR. GORDON, TH--

IT'S TOO MUCH.

NO. NO.
IT'S THE LEAST WE CAN DO.

A-AND IT'S
JUST THE BEGINNING.

(engines rumble)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Simon) PADRE.

LOOK, IF, UM...

I WAS A BIT TOUGH ON YOU
IN THERE--

WHAT YOU DID FOR SERGEANT DAUMS
WAS BEYOND EXTRAORDINARY.

YOU HOLD SUCH POWER
IN THOSE HANDS.

YOU REALLY DO
MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

I HOPE YOU NEVER FORGET
HOW FORTUNATE YOU ARE.

YEAH, WELL, IF I DO,

YOU CAN REMIND ME NEXT TIME
WE'RE IN SURGERY.

THERE'S NOT GONNA BE
A NEXT TIME.

(jet engines roaring)

I UNDERSTAND THE SURGERY
WAS A GREAT SUCCESS.

DR. HILL WAS INSPIRING.

HIS BELIEF IN HIMSELF...

IT'S A GIFT.

YOU DON'T SERIOUSLY BELIEVE
IT'S THAT SIMPLE, DO YOU?

PROTOCOL REQUIRES YOU WRITE
A LETTER STATING WE'VE SPOKEN

AND YOU AGREE WITH MY DECISION.

BUT I DON'T.

(engines rumbling)

(indistinct conversations)

I'M BURIED IN PAPERWORK.
GIVE ME TILL MORNING.

FINE.
I'LL SEE YOU THEN.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(British accent) HEY.

YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING
WHERE I AM.

BUT I CAN'T TELL YOU THAT.
I CAN'T TELL ANYONE.

THEY WERE BUGGING MY ROOM,

SO I HAD TO LEAVE.

(laughs) YOU SHOULD'VE
VISITED ME WHEN YOU COULD.

NOW YOU CAN'T.

AND NOW I'M NOT EVEN GETTING
THE CHECKS YOU SEND.

ALL THAT MONEY...

I BET THAT MAKES YOU
REALLY MAD.

BUT WILL IT MAKE YOU
CALL ME?

MAYBE I'LL CALL YOU.

NO. NO, THEY'RE PROBABLY
LISTENING IN ON THE PHONE,

SO, NO, MAYBE I WON'T.

THAT'S WHY
YOU WON'T CALL ME, RIGHT?

YOU DON'T WANT 'EM
HEARING US. YEAH.

THAT'S CLEVER,
VERY, VERY, CLEVER.

(pants)

BUT I WANT
TO TALK TO YOU, SIMON.

I WANT YOU TO COME HOME.

(pants)

***

(helicopter blades whirring)

(panting)

COME ON, BARRETT.
YOU'RE DOING GREAT, MAN.

LET'S GO.
I CAN'T DO IT.
(groaning)

I DON'T SPEAK FAILURE, BUDDY.
LET'S GO. COME ON.

LET'S GO! LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!

OH. YOU'RE THE DOCTOR
OF EVIL. (panting)

LESS TALK, LESS TALK.
MORE WALK. MORE RUN.

LET'S GO...

CAN I HAVE THE PSYCHIATRIC
DEPARTMENT, PLEASE?

(Bobby)
LIFT THOSE KNEES!

COME ON, BARRETT. LET'S GO.
WE JUST STARTED, PAL.

DR. ALICIA BLAKE.

(Bobby shouting indistinctly)

WHAT DO YOU--WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
SHE'S ON LEAVE? SINCE WHEN?

WELL, WHAT ABOUT HER PATIENT?

UH, EDWARD. EDWARD HILL.

(sniffles)

EDWARD HILL.

YEAH.

WHAT?

WELL, WHO--WHO SIGNED
THE RELEASE FORM?

NO, IF HE WAS COMPETENT,

HE WOULDN'T BE THERE
IN THE FIRST PLACE.

(jet engines roaring)

RIGHT. DO--DO YOU AT LEAST
HAVE A FORWARDING ADDRESS?

(sighs) NO, I'M S--
YEAH, I'M STILL HERE.

HOLD ON. UM...

OKAY, IF HE CALLS BY,
OKAY...

NO, I SAID IF HE...

YEAH, WELL, FOR THE RECORD,
HE DOES HAVE A NEXT OF KIN.

YES, HE DOES.

RIGHT. N--

YES, I KN--NO.

LISTEN TO ME.

NO, LISTEN TO ME, OKAY?

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM,
OKAY... (sniffles)

IF--IF--IF HE HURTS HIMSELF
IN ANY WAY,

THEN IT'S ON YOU.

YEAH, IT'S ON YOU.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

(mutters)

(jet engines roaring)

(knock on door)

YOU WANTED TO SEE ME, SIR?

THIS IS LIEUTENANT COLONEL
KENNETH WINACOTT--

FIELD OPERATIONS
WITH THE CIMIC TEAM.

NOW HE WORKS DIRECTLY WITH
THE AFGHANS.

WANTS TO HAVE A CHAT
WITH YOU.

OF COURSE.

THANK YOU, COLONEL.

DO YOU REALIZE
WHAT YOU'VE DONE?

WHAT?

YOU DONATED THIS
TO THAT SCHOOL IN RAWANAY,

ALONG WITH OTHER BOOKS.

NO, I DID, BUT THAT'S--
IT--

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
HOW MANY CUPS OF TEA

I HAVE HAD TO DRINK
WITH THE ELDERS IN THIS AREA

TO GET THEM TO TRUST US,

TO COOPERATE WITH OUR PATROLS,
TO REPORT SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITIES?

AND THEN YOU PULL
SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

OBVIOUSLY, I WAS--
I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP.

I DIDN'T--
YOU WERE TRYING TO HELP?

BY SUPPORTING
TALIBAN PROPAGANDA

THAT WE'RE HERE
TO CORRUPT THEIR WOMEN,

WIPE OUT THEIR CULTURE,
IMPOSE OUR WILL?

IT WILL TAKE MONTHS
AND MORE MONEY, MORE TEA

THAN IT IS
HUMANLY POSSIBLE TO DRINK

TO GET THEIR TRUST BACK.

I'M SORRY,

BUT I WAS JUST TRYING TO DO
SOMETHING FOR THOSE GIRLS.

NEXT TIME, YOU MAKE DAMN SURE
BEFORE YOU INVOLVE YOURSELF

IN SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

YOU GO THROUGH
THE PROPER CHANNELS.

OR BETTER YET, DON'T LET
THERE BE A NEXT TIME.

(Marks) COLONEL.

OH, AND BY THE WAY,
MAJOR...

THEY OFFICIALLY CLOSED
THE SCHOOL.

COLONEL.

(military radio chatter)

(jet engines roaring)

YOU'RE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

(radio chatter continues)

I JUST FEEL SORRY
FOR THE ELDERS

THAT HAVE TO HAVE TEA
WITH HIM AGAIN.

(radio chatter continues)

(coughs)

(Simon)
GOOD MORNING, SERGEANT.

WELL, I'M PLEASED TO TELL YOU

THAT THE OPERATION
WENT VERY WELL.

AND WITH THE RIGHT...

REHABILITATION
AND TIME,

OF COURSE...

I'M CONFIDENT THAT YOU'LL HAVE
THE USE OF YOUR ARMS.

(exhales)

WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME DIE,
DOCTOR?

WHAT'S THAT?

WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME DIE?

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

LOOK, I-I DON'T THINK
YOU UNDERSTAND.

(helicopter blades whirring)

GIVEN THE EXTENT
OF YOUR INJURIES,

MAINTAINING THE USE
OF YOUR ARMS, THAT'S...

I MEAN, IT'S REMARKABLE.

I'VE GOT A BABY GIRL
THAT...

I HAVEN'T SEEN YET.

LOOK, YOU'RE GONNA BE ABLE
TO HOLD HER IN YOUR ARMS, OKAY?

THAT--THAT'S SOMETHING,
RIGHT?

AND WHAT ELSE AM I GONNA
BE ABLE TO DO FOR HER, DOCTOR?

HUH?

WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO BE ABLE
TO DO FOR MY WIFE?

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(sighs)

WELL, LOOK, I, UM...

OKAY.

(sighs deeply)

ALL RIGHT, UM, I CAN...

SEE THAT THIS IS A LOT
TO TAKE ON BOARD

SO WHEN YOU'RE READY,
WE CAN TALK AGAIN.

OKAY?

YOU SHOULD'VE LET ME DIE.

(jet engines roaring)

(indistinct conversations)

COLONEL.

BEFORE YOU ASK, MARJORIE,

I'M AFRAID I HAVEN'T GOTTEN
TO YOUR LETTER YET.

AS SOON AS YOU CAN,
PLEASE.
RIGHT.

HAVE YOU SEEN SERGEANT DAUMS?
HE'S IN BAD SHAPE.

NOT YET, BUT I WILL.
(jet engines roaring)

SOONER RATHER THAN LATER,
I HOPE.

(roaring continues)

(indistinct conversations
continue)

HOW'S SERGEANT DAUMS DOING?

(jet engines roaring)

HIS SPINE IS STABLE
AND HIS VITALS ARE IMPROVING.

HE'S NOT EXACTLY THRILLED
ABOUT IT, THOUGH.

YOU KNOW, I GAVE HIM THE CHANCE
TO HOLD HIS DAUGHTER,

AND...

THE UNGRATEFUL BASTARD
TELLS ME

I SHOULD'VE LET HIM DIE.

SO DO YOU CARE?

I THOUGHT YOU JUST DID THIS
FOR YOURSELF.

YEAH, MAYBE I DO.

AT LEAST I FIX PEOPLE,
DON'T I?

I MEAN,
WHAT DO YOU DO...

EXCEPT PRETEND TO LISTEN

TO PEOPLE'S PATHETIC
PERSONAL DRAMAS?

I DON'T PRETEND TO LISTEN,
SIMON.

WHEN I'M CALLED UPON
TO LISTEN, I'M THERE.

(scoffs) REALLY?

WHEN PEOPLE ARE FRIGHTENED,
WHEN THEY'RE CONFUSED,

WHEN THE LAST THING IN THE WORLD
THEY WANT IS TO BE ALONE...

(voice breaks) I'M THERE.

AND YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT,
DO YOU?

YES, I DO.
AND--AND THAT'S YOUR--

THAT'S YOUR BIG CONTRIBUTION
IS IT, BEING THERE?

(normal voice) YES.

WELL, TRY BEING THERE
FOR MY SUICIDAL BROTHER.

TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO
ABOUT THAT...

THAT YOUR PRESENCE WILL HELP
MORE THAN MY MONEY,

BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT?

IF THAT'S WHAT'S GONNA CURE HIM,
IF THAT'S WHAT'S...

GONNA GET HIM OUT OF MY LIFE,

THEN I'M ALL FOR IT.

I'M SORRY FOR YOU, SIMON.

YOU'RE HURTING
AND YOU NEED HELP.

SPARE ME.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
HOW DARE YOU PITY ME?

NO, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT
TO PITY ME.

I PITY YOU
FOR YOUR UTTER USELESSNESS.

(door slams)

MAJOR.

MAJOR!

HEY!

CAN YOU TAKE THOSE OFF?

(indistinct conversations)

MAJOR, CAN YOU TAKE 'EM OFF?

THANK YOU. WE'RE LEAVING
FOR THE WOMEN'S CLINIC.

YOU HAVE PATIENTS TO SEE.
LEILA'S EXPECTING YOU.

CAN'T YOU GET
SOMEONE ELSE TO DO IT?

REALLY? SO THAT'S HOW
YOU'RE GONNA HANDLE THIS?

JUST NOT SHOW UP?

SWEET.

GREAT.
I'LL BE IN THE TRUCK.

WE'RE LEAVING IN FIVE.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(engines rumbling)

***

(men) * HEY *

* HEY *

* HEY *

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

* HEY *

SORRY, DOC.
I JUST COULDN'T DO IT.

WHAT ABOUT
YOUR GIRLFRIEND?

WELL, I FIGURED THAT
SHE SAID YES TO ME,

AND I LOOK LIKE THIS, SO WHY
CHANGE WHAT AIN'T BROKE, RIGHT?

IT'S NOT FUNNY. IT'S NOT.

LOOK, DOC, I WAS MISERABLE.

I-I'D RATHER DIE HAPPY,
WITH A FULL STOMACH

THAN DIE MISERABLE
AND HUNGRY.

BUT, BARRETT, WE CAN DO THIS,
MAN. I KNOW WE CAN DO THIS.

COME ON. WORK WITH ME HERE.

IT'S PRETTY IMPORTANT
TO YOU, HUH?

YES, IT IS.

WELL, MAYBE IT'S A LITTLE
TOO IMPORTANT.

LIKE, IF THERE'S ONE THING I'VE
LEARNED LIVING IN THIS HELLHOLE,

IT'S THAT LIFE IS SHORT.

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA STOP
AND SMELL THE PIZZA.

YEAH, WELL, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
YOU'RE NOT JUST SMELLING IT.

YOU'RE EATING THE WHOLE THING
WITH THE REST OF THE BUFFET.

COME ON, MAN.
THINK ABOUT THIS.

I'M NOT LETTING THIS GO.

I'M WATCHING YOU.

I DON'T CARE
WHAT YOU THINK.

I'M GONNA BE THE MOST ANNOYING
GUY ON BASE FOR YOU.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

HOW ARE YOU FEELING,
GEOFFREY?

(people speaking indistinctly)

I'VE BEEN TOLD
YOU STAND AN EXCELLENT CHANCE

OF REGAINING
THE USE OF YOUR ARMS.

THAT'S WONDERFUL NEWS.

(people continue
speaking indistinctly)

WOULD YOU LIKE ME
TO READ FROM THE "BIBLE"?

FORGET THE "BIBLE."

(engines rumbling)

(beeping continues)

YOU KNOW, THERE ARE
REALLY ONLY TWO PRAYERS

WE CAN OFFER TO GOD.

ONE IS "THANK YOU,"

THE OTHER IS "HELP."

HONESTLY, GEOFFREY...

I DON'T KNOW
WHY YOU GOT HURT...

WHY THERE IS SUFFERING,
DOUBT.

I WISH I DID.

(people continue
speaking indistinctly)

I'VE BEEN TRAINED TO TRUST
IN GOD, THAT HE HAS A PLAN

OR A REASON.

BUT I CAN FIND NO REASON
FOR THIS.

IF THERE'S NO REASON,
WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?

JESUS HAD HIS DOUBTS...

MOTHER TERESA
AND KING DAVID.

IT WAS A PART
OF THEIR SPIRITUAL PATH.

THEY FELT STRIPPED
OF THEIR CONNECTION TO GOD,

AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID?

THEY CHOSE TO BELIEVE.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

WOULD YOU DO THAT
WITH ME, GEOFFREY?

JUST CHOOSE TO BELIEVE.

(people speaking indistinctly)

WHAT IF IT DOESN'T WORK?

THEN WHAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT I WON'T LEAVE YOU
UNTIL YOU'RE READY.

THANK YOU.

***

SO THERE'S NO HEADACHES,
VOMITING?

(gasps) A BRACELET?

(Rebecca)
ONE LAST BREATH.

(exhales)

GOOD.

A BEAUTIFUL GIFT.

I AM SO SORRY
FOR WHAT I DID.

YOU OFFERED US BOOKS,
AND I TOOK THEM.

WELL, AND NOW, THE SCHOOL?

IN TIME, WE WILL REOPEN
THE SCHOOL.

THE FEAR WILL PASS,

AND THE PARENTS WILL WANT
THEIR GIRLS TO LEARN

BECAUSE THEY WANTED THEM
TO HAVE A BETTER FUTURE.

THIS IS FOR YOU.

IT'S SUFI POETRY BY RUMI.

HE WAS BORN IN THIS COUNTRY
A VERY LONG TIME AGO.

THESE POEMS
ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL, BUT...

THEY ARE IN PASHTO...
OH.

SO YOU WILL HAVE TO STUDY.

(indistinct conversations)

THANK YOU.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

(hinge squeaks)

(door closes)

I UNDERSTAND NOTHING.

NOW YOU'RE GETTING
THE HANG OF IT.

"THE WOUND IS A PLACE
WHERE THE LIGHT ENTERS YOU."

(indistinct conversations
continue)

READ IT.

ALL RIGHT.
WHO'S NEXT?

(hinge squeaks)

(door opens)

(indistinct conversations)

(jet engines roaring)

(objects clatter)

(grunts)

AAH!

(sniffles)

(objects clatter)

(exhales)

(sighs)

(rustles paper)

(drawer clatters)

(closes drawer)

THERE'S STILL TIME
TO CHANGE YOUR MIND.

THANK YOU, COLONEL.

(door closes)

(engines rumbling)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(knock on door)

(whirring continues)

AM I DISTURBING YOU?

NO MORE THAN USUAL.

(chuckles)

(sniffles)

(engine rumbling)

(sniffles)

I NE--

(sniffles)

MAYBE WE CAN JUST GO
FOR A WALK.

***

(jet engine roaring)

(exhales deeply)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(indistinct shouting)

I DON'T KNOW
WHERE TO BEGIN.

YOU ALREADY HAVE.

(indistinct shouting continues)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(engine rumbling)

(jet engines roar)