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So tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had a name.

Desert wind and a perverse desire to win. History buried in shame.

Good night. Good

night.

Good night.

Is there coffee?

Taffy.

Taffy, let's roll.

Peace.

I apologize for using your equipment to my personal pleasure, but it is not my

fault the white woman here, but the African male erotic. It's the brown

fault. A donkey could get laid in this town if he had a U .N. paycheck.

There's no need to be crude.

I should report you. You know that.

Why? I'm careful not to compromise ambition, Sean. I make it a point to

with the Christians and the Muslims both.

Savita! Why do you have such a hangover, Sean?

You said farewell to Captain Rafferty last night. I didn't leave till 4 a .m.

have Nico drive him home.

So, we lose our Chilean and we get back what?

Some Brit.

Unfortunate.

As you wish.

I'm pleased to be your diver as well as your interpreter today. Take it easy

there, mate.

Where the fuck were you two hours ago?

Oh, please forgive me, Captain. Normally I'm very punctualish in you, but your

team leader, Captain Kovacs, put me in charge of you till this morning.

You like your sign? I watch all drivers use them. Die hard, die hard with Benji,

die hard there. Well, absolutely, my friend.

Just a minute. You need anything? What are you doing, mate?

What? Take it, boyfriend.

If you need anything, you give me a call, okay?

Coming. Here we go.

So, is this your first time in the former Yugoslavia, Captain?

Yeah, yeah. I was in Kosovo during the last peace war. Regular army.

They sent you back without gun?

What the fuck did you do wrong?

Well, the troops have us to step up, mate.

You're looking at the eyes and ears of the UN Security Council.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, keep your hands on the wheel, mate. Keep your eyes on the

road, all right?

Fucking hell.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hold on. Slow down.

Slow down.

Stop the fucking car, mate.

Stop the fucking car.

Captain.

Captain, wait.

Wait.

Captain, it's just accident.

We've got to call it in. What's the call signature for our vehicle?

I don't know. I'm just being too brave and interpretive. Jesus Christ.

Higher comm. Come in, over.

Higher comm here, over.

Higher comm here, over. I'm up. I'm up.

What?

What are you talking about?

Oh, you'll be very happy, dear, my friend.

Navira, devia il caffè, malin te.

Sorry, Captain, the caffè machine did not work today.

Hello?

Picked a bad day for a hangover, Taffy. St. Lazarus March, new observer, UN's

changing its military command.

It's the Canadians that are coming, eh? No shit. Friends of yours.

My luck will be Albertan.

What is an abet?

An ab.

Where'd you call home, Major Hart?

Station outside Calgary, Alberta.

Calgary? Eddie the Eagle, yes?

He was the best. 56 out of 57 ski jumpers, and number 57 was disqualified,

believe. Were you there, Major? No.

You must visit the Olympic site in Sarajevo.

Despite the troubles, it's still quite magnificent.

Well, I'll take it under advisement. Shall we drink a toast to your new

here in Jeddah?

It's rakia, local favorite.

It's a bit early. Thanks.

Is this up to date?

The orange is the Muslim sector. The blue, the Christian.

The mixed zones are those that changed hands through ethnic cleansing.

Orthodox cemetery, now in the Muslim quarter.

Our posting here has been relatively peaceful.

UN and EU grants have brought some life back to the square, and in time, I hope,

to the entire zone of separation.

Nothing like what you faced in Afghanistan, I'm sure.

Well, my briefing notes suggest that the factions are merely using the ceasefire

to rearm.

You agree?

My job here was simply, how do you say, keep the lid on.

Keep a lid in the boiling pot it tends to blow.

What time do your men arrive, Major?

1 ,300.

Good. We leave at 1 ,500 for the airstrip and then home to Azerbaijan.

I must say it's rather unfortunate that higher cons schedule the transfer of

command for today.

It's unfortunate?

How? Well, today is St. Lazar's Day, Major.

Today the Christians honor their holy warriors slain by the Turks in 1389.

There's a little procession through town.

Some of our wits call it rub it in the Muslim's face day. You authorized this

provocation? Captain Kovacs, the military observer's team leader,

limited demonstration.

She's Canadian, like yourself.

I wasn't informed. There's a UNMO team in Yaditz. Oh, yes. They're stationed

here on the boundary between the Christians and the Muslims.

You have to be a bit mad or a bit holly to do their job, I think.

Why else would a soldier want to work as an unarmed diplomat amongst psychotic

gunmen? Still...

I found them to be quite useful in negotiations.

Not my experience, Colonel. In this march they negotiated, that's a lid I

have screwed on tight.

You can do whatever you like here, Major.

After three o 'clock.

I'll do a walk around, meet with the Muslim and Christian councils, sort out

this ammo bag of shit.

As you wish.

What are they doing?

Why are they digging up the grid?

Fuck, give me the keys.

Make no mistake, you're not coming to Swaziland here, my friend, no. For over

600 years, we have been the land of white Muslims.

The old crossroads of East and West.

Pizdariot. Right here in Europe, next to Vienna, Venice, Budapest. You're

Muslim?

Christian.

Captain, I get along with everyone. I tell you, this place will be a boomtown.

All types of money is coming in. UN, EU, NGO. Yes, yes, we're the little setback

this year, but that's why you've come, my friend.

My peacekeeping friend.

Ah, so you work for the Church of Capitalism, do you?

No, George Bush, my man.

America, no Tokyo.

You allow the locals access.

We're not an occupying army, Major. Not American.

Natasha.

Salam aleikum.

Major Hart, this is Miss Kukovic. She can translate for you at the Christian

Council.

How are you doing?

I'm well, thank you.

Shall we?

Good morning, Captain Kovacs.

May I present your countryman, Major Hart.

Welcome to Yaditz, Major. This is my colleague, Captain Najira, the content

the military observers from the South African Armed Forces.

Here you've given me a busy first day, Captain.

This little hoke to Muslim parade you've negotiated?

The Christians are reneging. In what way?

They're digging out their war graves. I figure they plan on marching their dead

right through the Muslim quarter and into the old cemetery.

Let them try.

My first instinct was to ban this whole march in any case. People are going to

be carrying their dead mothers and fathers and children through the

strong -arm them, you're going to add a lot more coffins to my little parade.

I'm afraid I must concur.

We need to sit down with both councils now and work out a new compromise.

Well, that is exactly where I was headed.

Good. Let's go. I prefer to parley on my own, Captain.

I mean, no insult to your observing team. Just feel it's important to

a fresh start.

as the U .N. military commander.

Major, as an unarmed presence, the captain is trusted by the town's leader

impartial.

Nice to meet you, Major.

Why are we backing down to this rock? We don't answer to him.

Let him step in his own ship.

We'll check out artillery movement in sector H, and we'll come back and sort

his cock -ups.

Sheriff Buckendodge.

That's an Albert.

Yeah, that's Major.

Battered glory, but glory all the same.

And a future, too, I believe.

The square was a no -man's land when we first arrived.

Now both sides treat it as an economic safe zone. So, as you can still see, we

still maintain a presence at both the Muslim and Christian checkpoints.

Some of your men don't appear to be armed, Colonel.

Al -Maskid, the Grand Mosque.

Transacked and shuttered for some time.

Is there local imam?

Oh, there is none.

The Muslims in Yadats are not particularly devout, like myself.

They're Europeans, Major.

They've had 50 years of communism, and now all the baubles of the West are

there. Penthouse, Viagra, Tom Cruise.

Now, yellow, yellow, yellow.

There's nothing, George, nothing.

It's hot out, George.

I see your boss is showing the new man the sights, Hamid.

Telling lies.

I've always considered you a colonel to be an honorable gentleman, Lieutenant.

Both on her and off her.

There you look, Creech.

What are you looking for, George?

Fucking ice hockey.

Yes.

The wheels of commerce turn, my friend.

We'll try, sir.

Sure.

Too bad.

Once more, I say, so sorry.

No worries.

You gave me my money back, didn't you?

But I would have preferred the lovely stuff you promised.

I swear, I never deal again with cocksucker.

Even a cocksucker can be a useful prick in trade, eh?

Cheers. Cheers.

He promised your package, me, and then speaks bullshit

about the police, fucking police in Azerbaijan.

You got time for a slap and tickle?

You good man, George.

You good customer, eh?

Come on.

Lieutenant, that is leaving us today, ladies. Treat him royally, huh?

Special treatment.

Find out

where it is.

Don't let them come this way.

I'm Major Gavin Hart. I'm the new U .N. military commander.

I'm Mrs. Dragan Mikhailov.

Welcome, Major Hart.

How do you do?

Not at all well, I'm afraid.

The U .N. promised us access to our hallowed ground, Major.

It was the right clearly negotiated in the ceasefire.

You know very well that I... I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to this man here in the hopes of finding a Christ -like year.

The council agreed to a limited celebration of your saint's day, Mrs.

The reburial issue was never broached.

My husband, Major.

Commander Dragan Mikhailov.

And my son.

They lay down their lives as patriots.

Everyone here has suffered a loss just as painful.

This evening we are going to bury our martyrs in the home promised to God, not

to the U .S.

Don't take well to ultimatums, Mrs. McHale.

And to facts?

Facts of life, facts of death, so often the same.

I will consult with the Muslim Council and make my decision, one that will be

final.

Thank you for listening.

It makes for a pleasant change.

Thank you.

This is Whiskey Charlie WC15024.

We're in Section H, approaching a Christian paramilitary roadblock at

Roger that, Whiskey Charlie. Radio on again when you're able to pass through

Section H.

Will do. Over and out.

Here's Vito, boy.

Good afternoon, my friend.

What do you want?

You know what you want.

No, no, no, no, no.

There's nothing here.

If there is nothing, let us look.

You want to see our papers?

Your own leaders give us the right to inspect your equipment. Fuck papers.

You have gun?

Me, my friend.

You know military observers are not allowed to carry guns.

No gun?

No gun. So you're a faggot, yes?

No, I am not a faggot.

A woman.

Piece of bones.

Have pussy in pants?

Shut the fuck up.

That look like a pussy?

Oh, we're pussies because we got no guns.

What's that?

Get the beer.

This bastard.

Stubborn.

Let me have a little chat with him.

Ahmed, I don't want to hurt you.

You're a Muslim. I'm a Muslim.

And as a Muslim, I need that package to help me, brothers and sisters.

We're fighting the good fight here.

And it's not nearly over. No matter what those bloody suits might say.

Help me.

Help me defend my people.

Our beliefs.

Now give me what you promised. What I need to rearm my people. Tell me where

your lovely heroines gone to, Ahmed.

I tell you truth, George.

I swear it.

Drugs never come here from a nearby channel.

No. No, George.

Please.

Please, George.

No, George.

No.

I'm sorry.

Please. I sell to the Christians.

Tell me, Kylo.

More money.

Is it still in town?

No. In their hills. A farm she owned. The one near Lucha. Please, George.

No.

So much for the Muslim brotherhood.

It's done, sir. I mean, if it's in their hands, it would take a fucking army.

Then we'll have to bring their army down here.

Once again, I want to thank you for letting me pick up the chickens. Me

want them.

Not problem.

Do you mind if I ask how you lost it?

Landmine.

Chainsaw.

Of course it was a loud nine. My God, we have so many, not even Lady Di could

have cleaned them all up. That was a bad fucking driver.

Captain, welcome to Yadad. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hands on the wheel, mate. No

problem.

He says it's an insult that you brought a Christian to translate.

There will be bloodshed.

No, order, order. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I will not tolerate threats of violence

here.

Excuse me, can I say a word?

Who are you? George Teatank.

Pleasure, Major.

Feel free to say hello, love.

I don't see the problem.

Their dead won't hurt us, will they?

Think if the shoe was on the other foot and it was

our boys buried on the football field.

Be good Muslims.

You're no Muslim.

When Shaira comes, you will be kafir.

Of course, that is if you can guarantee the safety of our holy mosque and our

homes and businesses.

Can you?

You have my word.

All in favor?

No need to translate, love.

Here we are, Captain.

Your home sweet home for the next 12 months.

Better late than never.

Please tell Captain Kovacs I will... Queen's Reef and the return of the

Your birds are high, mate.

Sorry? Your birds.

They're high.

I think two of them are dead, mate.

Let's see what the invisible end of the market can find, yeah?

Excuse me, little birdies.

Jesus, Nicker.

What would your captain think of a best driver smuggling narcotics in a human

vehicle, eh?

She would not be happy at all.

Neither am I, mate.

I'm not a bloke who likes to be fucked with.

The question is... What are we going to do about it, Nicky boy?

Gentlemen, this is McCullough.

The Muslim Council has voted to allow you access to the Orthodox cemetery.

And in light of their goodwill, I will permit the reburial to proceed.

But I have given them my word that their mosque, their businesses,

and their persons will not be harmed. I don't give my word lightly.

We were never the aggressors, your major.

Furthermore, my soldiers will escort the march to ensure the peace.

They are the only persons I will permit to bear arms.

Is that understood?

What a pleasure it is to have a Christian gentleman in our midst.

Good day, Mrs. McAuliffe.

These tire tracks are fresh paramilitary has been working overnight What do you

think it was, Sean?

Artillery? It's too late.

They've been busy.

This is Whiskey Charlie, WC -15002. I've got two injured children requiring

immediate medical assistance and engineers to clear mine.

We're at grid Mike Foxtrot 751359.

Over.

Pan, pan, pan!

Fuck!

We have to have engineers.

You got me?

Mishi says help.

He's coming.

Okay.

Don't be foolish, Sean.

We are needed in the town.

You can stand back and you need.

Calm down. Calm down.

If you want to help us, you must be very calm.

It's okay. She's going to get there. Don't worry. But you must stay calm.

down.

Be calm. Please. Tell her.

You must be calm. You must be calm.

There she is, getting close. Mama!

My mother said that under Tito, there wasn't any trouble on the holy days,

Christian or Muslim.

Mother missed his communism?

Sanity.

May I ask why you didn't warn me you wouldn't be welcome at the Muslim

You don't seem like a man who likes to hear objections.

My wife had the same complaint.

Here's your transport, Major.

Have a good day.

Um, should I send my bill directly to you?

So, what's the new sheriff like?

An arrogant man.

And naive.

Bad combo, eh?

Still, give us a month, we'll whip him into shape.

I'm just joshing with you, Ali.

You've done a lot of good here, you have.

I often ask myself what the point of it was.

How do you make peace when it's not wanted?

Don't beat yourself up.

Look at me.

Fifteen years ago, I was sitting with Fanny in Manchester without a care in

world.

Now I hear the call of the fatherland.

I'm a bloody coffee bar owner.

I've got no more farewells. Fatos!

Small token of our appreciation.

Very thoughtful of you, George.

Put a little aside for Lieutenant Ahmed's family.

I hear he might stay on a bit.

They're bringing the gunman down to the town by the truckload. Like you say,

they what? Of course they are. Get that piece of shit upstairs ready to move.

Okay.

It's good.

Close enough.

You need to stay back.

I was drunk. Think!

I'm sorry.

Bring me Kajla!

Bring him quickly! Bring me Zina!

Take him out, please!

Mica! Mica, raise your head!

Help me!

Mica,

raise your head!

Mica!

Bring him!

What are you waiting for?

What's mine? What is she on?

We threw in some old Russian ship. I told them the detonators were fucked.

You must not let the pin spring up or down. You understand? Up or down, she's

bull terrier.

It's Russian issue. Keep even pressure on the pin.

How much pressure?

How should I know? 25, 30 kilos, maybe.

25 to 30 kilos.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Dirty kills.

Yeah, that command is all yours, Major.

Oh, I do hope you find your soldier soon.

Fucking third -world farts!

What are you doing?

Bring my son!

Do you hear me?

Bring my son!

Bring my

son!

a piece of shit. Do you understand me?

I'm sorry, sir. You're breaking up coffee again?

I'll be fucking breaking up if I don't hear those trucks rolling around the

corner in 30 seconds. I don't know where the fuck you think you are, but this is

not your mommy's cottage. This is not Frosh Week at fucking Queens University.

This is the fucking Balkans. Do you understand me?

Yes, sir. I understand.

I'm not your fucking son, Ray. I'm your fucking worst nightmare unless I hear

those trucks rolling around the corner in 30 seconds.

Do you want some?

Do you want to drink a little bit like your mother?

Let's go.

You look like a man who could use a drink.

I got a nice bottle of Johnny sitting under the counter.

What do you say?

Good night, Mr. Teaneck.

George.

Call me George.

She's a lucky girl.

We've managed to save her leg.

What's her name?

Anna.

Anna Mesic.

Do you know her parents?

I don't want to know how she is.

I'm not so sure about that.

She's a child of a wartime rape captain.

She's not her father's daughter. He doesn't want her.

She's a mixed breed.

Slow. Post -century.

See me in my quarters.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Keep going, keep going.

Captain Kovacs.

Captain Graham.

Welcome to Yadda.

This is Captain Najira.

Cheers, mate.

I, um... I hope this isn't a problem. I'm not officially on the clock until

tomorrow morning.

I didn't quite catch a colleague's name there.

Major Desjardins.

You're from Canada, aren't you, Captain?

I did some training in Canada.

Whereabouts are you from?

Westlock. It's a little town in Alberta.

I didn't quite make it. They're far west.

We'll talk in the morning.

Hey, would you care for some wine?

Oh,

hey, me and the doghouse.

So tomorrow there will be another number for the one who had an A.

Desert wind, an A perverse, desire to win.

History, Barry and Shay.

All the beating drums, celebration girls, the thunder and the laughter, the

laughing in the mountains.

All the beating drums, celebration girls.

Lastly, they arrived.