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l wonder...

Do we all know where we belong?

And if we do, in our hearts,

why do we so often
do nothing about it?

There must be more
to this life--

a purpose for us all,
a place to belong.

You were my home.

l knew
from the moment l met you...

that night, so many years ago.

Well, come on and let me know

Should l stay or should l go?

Should l stay
or should l go now?

Should l stay
or should l go now?

lf l go, there will be trouble

And if l stay,
it will be double

So come on and let me know...

Thanks a lot.

Should l stay
or should l go now?

Thank you.

lf l go,
there will be trouble

Thank you.

And if l stay,
it will be double

So, you've got to let me know

Should l stay or should l go?

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

Lovely.

l want to thank the band.

After that racket,
l can only appear good.

Now, Margaret Thatcher...

you've got to hand it to her.

Love her or hate her,
Margaret Thatcher is definitely

the strongest man
in the Tory Party.

Charley!

Hi, sis.

Oh, you're freezing.

l know... l couldn't get a cab--
God's punishment.

You don't believe in God.

l know.
So that's Henry, huh?

-Hm-mm.
-Very handsome.

Hi, l'm Charlotte.

How are you? Oh...

Oh, it's good to meet you.

Likewise.

l'm so sorry
l missed the wedding.

No, no, no, no.

l'm sure she's already told you,

l'm crap at appointments
and times and stuff.

Well, she did mention...

Mind you, she
is absolutely nuts,

but you married her,
so you must know, right?

We should introduce you around.

Come with me.

Mom, Dad, may l introduce you
to Sarah's sister, Charlotte.

Yes, of course.

How do you do?

My parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Bauford.

Oh, thank goodness, you both
have the same last name.

Good.

Pleasure to meet you, Charlotte,

or do you say Charley?

Um, right now,
l'd say l'm a mess,

so if you don't mind...

l'll take you to the bathroom.

Okay.

Back in a sec.

Although, according to one
Ethiopian village log drummer,

it translates as ''l've just
eaten a sodden grape pie.''

Ha-ha.

Oh...

Sorry.

Look at you.

Oh, sweetie, you look beautiful.

Look at you.

Look at you...
you're in a dress.

Oh, please, a dress.

l look like lvana Trump
after a couple of rounds, baby.

Whew.

Come here.

What?

First, you've got
to be kidding me.

You know this is pointless.

Oh, l hate this.

So what do you think of him?

l think he's
an absolute sweetheart.

He's gorgeous, really, he is.

He is, and he's sweet
and he's funny and wild.

He's very English.

You married a very English
Englishman.

You're blushing!

How's home?

Home's good.
lt misses you.

Work?

Oh, you know, very exciting.

They gave me a story
about a ten-car pile-up

on 54th Street.

You know, whatever.

Looking up?

Oh, top of the news pile,
you know?

You will be.

Someday.

But on that note,

l think it's time
l left the stage

and brought on someone
very special indeed.

Thank you very much.

Hi, um...

l'm sorry to interrupt,
but Mr. Bauford's son, Henry,

would like to make
an announcement.

Thank you.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

as you know, one of the reasons
we're here tonight

is to show our appreciation
to Lawrence Bauford

for all the great work
he's done

as Chairman of Aid Relief
lnternational.

Sir... Sir!

Sarah!

Oh, darling.

-She's cut.
-Oh God.

Are you all right?

You ask me,
it's a bloody rip-off.

1 ,000 quid
for an over-cooked meal

and a dry hump
on the dance floor,

but still, we're all
getting drunk for a good cause.

Right?

Cheers.

Get him out of here.

lt's a bit difficult...

Well, bloody do something.

20 quid a head right there.

Diwy a room rental,
maybe another 20.

30 on catering.

lt's got to be 50 quid
on overhead.

There you go, Jojo.

That's your cut.

Oh, l'm sorry.

You haven't met.

This is Jojo.

Actually, he's curious
about your dinner

because when l met him,
he was so hungry

he was trying
to eat his own tongue.

Funny enough, they don't do
Caesar salad with that.

No, listen,

l'll be honest, and l do want
to be honest.

He was a pile of bones

in a pool of shit,

and l don't mean
civilized shit either.

This was the yellow stuff,

liquid fucking evil.

Anyhow, l've got 2000 kids
in my camp in Africa

with the same problem,

and some fucking asshole here
has pulled our funding.

So l guess l'm just going
to have to feed them flies.

Now, Jojo here,
he wanted to know why.

So l showed him this.

''Due to the repressive
political climate,

''we can no longer sustain
a relief presence

in Communist-supported
Ethiopia.''

ls that a fair description,
Larry?

Or did you want
a more positive spin?

All right, Dr. Callahan.

You've said your piece.

Now you can leave.

Why don't you come up here?
Come on.

The kid just wants to hear
in words he can understand.

2,000 lives,
what does that buy you?

A new car?

A new pair of tits for the wife?

Well, come on, don't be shy.

l've got a camp

with 30,000 people,
dying at 40 a day.

l've got measles, typhoid,
cholera...

every miserable fucking disease

known to man.

Six weeks from now,
they'll all be dead.

Come on.

Talk to me.

Oh, l get it.

lt's the monkey joke, right?

You want him to go...

for you, yeah?

Oh, he'll do that.

He'll do that for you.

Jojo...

300 calories in one banana--

more than he gets in a day.

He'll do whatever you want.

Jojo!

All right, you want to get down
out of the van now, please?

Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

Can you get down
from the vehicle now, please?

Come on. ln you go.

Dr. Callahan, l presume?

l was there tonight.

l was compelled.

EGRlS.

Sounds pretentious enough
to be a charity.

No, wait a minute, l remember.

l was in lndia when

you lot were working the
borders with Afghanistan.

Rumors were, you got in.

There's a lot of people
still dying over there.

They always do, Doctor.

Yeah, well, l'm no warrior.

l'm in the relief business.

So l gathered.

So, here we are--

you with your relief work,
me with my relief work.

And isn't it a strange
coincidence,

because l need
to get into Ethiopia,

and you're already there.

No thanks.

l'd fund your work

of course.

No.

''l've got a camp with 30,000
people, dying at 40 a day.

ln six weeks time,
they'll all be dead.''

Slight exaggeration perhaps,

but very effective.

Since when did the ClA
give a shit

about the starving in Africa?

l presume you are ClA,
Mr. Steiger.

ldle curiosity...

Your performance tonight,

was it a cry for help,

or a cry for attention?

l'd call it a press conference.

No, a declaration
of independence.

Freedom is an
expensive commodity.

You should see what
l paid for your bail.

No deal.

Passion is cheap, Doctor.

lf you're looking
for a dancing bear,

try the fucking circus.

Hmm. Cigarettes at dawn.

Either you're deliriously happy,
or you haven't slept.

Do you need me
to call you a cab?

No, l already called one.

How's your hand?

Oh, it's fine.

So, Henry, is he, uh...?

Oh, he's-he's still sleeping.

Oh.

So...

l'm going to miss you.

Yeah, me, too.

But, you know, listen,

if it gets too English
over here,

you give me a call,
and l'll send you

a nice American care package
full of macaroni and cheese

and apple pie,
and a pair of sneakers.

That'll go over well here in
fashionable London, l'm sure.

Hello?

-Cab for Ms. Jordan.
-Okay, thank you.

Well, it's here.

Tell Mr. Sleepy Pants,

that l said good-bye,
pip-pip, cheerio,

or whatever the hell
they do here.

l love you.

l love you, too.

Bye, sis.

-Take care.
-You, too.

...the boy escaped
while being transferred

to the immigration
facility at Heathrow Airport.

His body was found
early this morning

here under Junction Five.

lnitial reports suggest
he died of hypothermia.

A spokesman
for the lmmigration Department

blamed the security lapse
on staff shortages.

We are told that the boy
was arrested the previous night

in a disturbance at a charity
ball in a London hotel.

A man identified
as Nicholas Callahan,

a relief worker in Ethiopia,

interrupted the event
with an emotional plea

for more help in Africa.

At Junction Five,
Aidan Pickering, LNS.

When Dubuque started,

you could see how much
she owed to Van Gogh.

She didn't hide it;
it's in all her landscapes,

But if you look here, what she's
doing in this abstract

is something much more
calculated, more developed.

The way she takes the-the theme
of attraction and repulsion,

dark against light.

Over here, another piece,
which l think

has even more emotional depth.

lt's beautiful, isn't it?

Now, we do have...
other examples of her work,

which l think you should see.

Sweetheart, are you sure you
know what you're doing?

Yes, l do.

And before you say anything,
l've spoken

to all the relevant relief
organizations and embassies,

and with 40,000 pounds...

40,000 pounds?

What are you talking about?

Where are you going
to find 40,000...?

...and supplies from surplus
regions in Southern Sudan.

And from there,
l transport them to Tigre.

l've cleared out my savings,

l'm still short about 8,000.

But, Sarah, this isn't
how it's done.

You don't go...

Henry, Henry.
l've made up my mind.

Well, then send the money,
do charitable work, whatever,

but don't go roaring off

to some godforsaken hole
in Africa

just to salve your conscience.

lt's just too...

Too what?

Well, it's not the most
grown-up way to deal with

this situation.

Well, maybe l don't want
to grow up.

Fine...

Fine.

lf that's what you want,

-lt is.
-then fine.

Then...

l'll help you find the money.

Thank you.

l'll talk to Dad.

He knows everybody.

Mind you, Ethiopia is a bit...

lt'll be fine.

lt'll be fine.
We'll find the money.

Come with me.

Honey, even if l could...

You can't?

No, it's not that.

You know me, l'm not made
for that kind of thing.

l'm a city boy. l need
four walls and a bed.

Besides, l've got meetings
up to here

for the next month.

You should go.

You've got the right attitude.

Listen, l know this sounds
like Little Miss Bleeding Heart

and all that...
l just, l don't care.

l know l'm being crazy
and driving you crazy,

and of course l understand
you can't come, but...

you meet me off the plane?

You meet me off the plane?

Of course l'll meet
you off the plane.

Three years and no rain,
not a drop.

That, and war.

People leave their homes,
they walk for many days.

We only have ten camps
on the south side.

Too many people,
not enough camps.

Measles, you know measles?

Yes, of course.

We lose more people
to measles and diarrhea.

Many die, no vaccine.

-We brought some vaccines...
-Also cholera, everywhere.

We dig very deep now
for good water.

Starvation everywhere,
death is everywhere.

You speak English very well.

Missionaries teach me.

Yeah?

So are you married?

-Do you have a husband?
-Man? Bullshit.

l need no man.

They beg to marry me,
many times,

but l drive truck.

Lazy man, good-for-nothing.

l'm too old now anyway.

No man in my village
want woman over 18.

ln my tribe, it's 30.

Stop.

Stop the truck. Stop. Stop!

Abraha!

Abraha!

Abraha...

ls this your son?

This your son?

Abraha...

Abraha?

Ab-Ab...

No baby.

We go.
Too dangerous to stop.

We go now.

ls a waste.

Child and mother, both a waste.

Stupid baby woman.

Tula, shut up.

l'll give you four bags.

Four bags not enough.

l take one truck.

You want to tell them that
you're taking half their food?

How many are you?
50? A hundred?

My men fight...

l know, l know--
for the people.

Mm.

lt's good.

No. No, no, no, no.

Eight bags.

Four each truck.

This is fair.

Hmm, Mr. Elliott?

Fair, yes?

Welcome to famine relief.

Okay, kill it!

Hold his legs, okay?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

This child,
his mother's in the truck.

She's wounded.

-Too late.
-What?

Too late, as in no point.

Why?

Why?

Well, quite apart from
any illnesses they may have,

they're too weak to survive.

You, just...

You just decide that?

lt's called triage.
l'm a doctor.

-l've got 30,000...
-l know.

l heard that already in London.

You did?

Yes. l still think
you should help them.

Oh, you do, do you?

Yes, l do.

l see. You pay
for these trucks,

so l have to indulge
some fucking white girl's idea

of heroism, right?

Well, why stop there?
Do you want a picture?

l can get you a picture

of ''poor little rich girl
holds dying black baby.''

You do your hair right,
you'll look great.

l saw the child from the truck.

l picked him up,
his mother was wounded.

l brought her, too.

Can you please look at them?

Seems fair.

Kat.

Hi.

Hi.
l'm Kat.

Okay, so...
l'm the chief administrator

and logistician, if that
doesn't sound too pompous,

and you've met Nick,

who's our team leader
and full-time doctor.

He's got a lot on his hands
right now.

So this is
the food-distribution center.

Low-tech but effective,

like the rest of us.

The food supplies l brought,
how long will they last?

Oh, three or four days, maybe.

That's it?

l'm afraid so, yeah.

What are you going to do
when the food runs out?

Well, we usually find a way.

Same old story really,
you know--

money, or the lack of it,

but with help, we get by.

Um, l don't think
you want to go...

ls it all right?

Sure. Yeah.

Well, if it isn't Mrs. Bauford.

Sorry about the mess.

You won't see this
in medical school.

Cut.

lf you're going to throw up,

close your eyes.

Think of ponies

and ice cream.

ls that... perfume?

You're wearing perfume in the
middle of the fucking desert.

Ha-ha.

The boy, has he been looked at?

Yes, ma'am. Checking him now.

One shed over.

As you instructed.

-What does it mean?
-Sew it up.

Monica, get her a Fanta.

lt's weird isn't it?

All those plans you have,

places to go, people to meet.

All that matters
in her whole world is that.

Just one suck of soda,
that's all she lives for.

She's in pain--
can't you give her something?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Monica, call down
to the pharmacy

for more morphine, could you?

Where do you think you are,
Saint Elsewhere?

She's in pain.

She's beyond pain.

Have you asked her that?

Hamadi.

Ask her if it hurts.

She, uh...

says she feels
the pain of hunger, but

she knows that death
more hungry than pain,

so, she gives thanks.

She gives thanks to you.

She calls you by a new name.

Matanay.

''He who steals from Death.''

He's got a fever,
and he's in shock.

lncrease the fluids.
Antibiotics.

You really think he's going
to sit up and take a drink?

l was just...

He's dying.

You'd better move his lips,

or he won't take a cup.

l was just trying to help.

To help, you have

to know what you're doing.

Look, l know
you think l'm stupid,

and you want me to go home.

You don't have
to waste any more time

trying to make that clear to me.

Get some H.E.M.

High Energy Milk.

Monica will give it to you.

You tease around his mouth
with your finger.

You let him suck it out,
small amounts only.

lf he revives, call the nurse.

lf he doesn't...

at least he'll have someone
with him when he dies.

How many?

Kat?

1 1 from last night.

12.

The ten-year-old.

That makes 39.

So there's more than yesterday.

l know.

Right, and you'd better hire

extra men from the camp
and get them digging more holes.

Put them on night shift
so nobody sees them.

Can't have people dying
of depression, eh?

How's the water coming, Joss?

Nothing so far.

Drive shaft
is close to buggering,

and we're down to two liters
per person per day.

What about the tankers?

Yeah, sure. That's piss
in a bucket, mate.

Basically, if we don't
get the new well

up and running, we're knackered.

Okay, so what
do you need exactly?

l just told you.

A new drive shaft.

Okay, l'm going to see
what l can do.

Well, the good news,
boys and girls,

is that the government's
finally coming tomorrow.

l got confirmation today

that Mr. Ningpopo himself
will be here.

For about an hour.

That long?

Well, you never know.

-We might get lucky.
-Right.

Here's what we're going to do.

First thing
in the morning, we're going

to break open the new supplies,

start immunizing
all the children

against measles,
youngest first,

up the line, until we run out.

Okay? Kat, Monica: l want you

to get onto that
as early as possible.

All right.

l'll set up the call chain
and check the syringes.

No, l'm going to need you
with me, and you, Tula.

-Joss.
-Yeah.

Sanitation.

l think you need
to take your team

and cut a new defecation area
somewhere beyond the camp.

Yeah, and let's just

chlorinate all the water, okay?

All of it.

Yeah, the tankard water
is absolutely fine.

Fuck the tanker water.
Just chlorinate the lot.

There's too much infection
to risk leaving it, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

All right, make sure
you get me your requests

for Ningpopo
as soon as possible.

Two hookers
and a single to Melbourne.

Business or coach?

Good night, Sarah.

Good night.

Oh, l forgot.

The boy's mother.

She died.

We've got about ten days left.

Maybe two weeks,
if we're lucky.

What happened with USAlD?

Nothing.

CARE?

CARE, USAlD, the OXFAM, WFB...

they don't want to know.

Everyone l spoke to

in Addis had an acute case

of compassion fatigue.

How 'bout the old man?

The trust fund?

My father was the politest
''fuck you'' l ever got.

What about Steiger?

Some small favors,

a little info on...

Yeah, stash a shitload
of weapons...

So what if he's fucking over
the Marxists...

l'm not getting into business
with those people.

Listen, Elliott, if it's
all we got, l don't see why...

-There is no way...
-Why not for, Christ's sake?

Because that's not how
we started!

And because l wouldn't
have it any other way.

What the hell is that?

Schumann, l think.

Hi.

''l dream of childhood.

''l dream of love.

''Of a garden where
a boy plays,

forever young.''

''Themes from Childhood.''

Part of a series
from Schumann's ''Lederhosen.''

Lederhosen are trousers.

Ah.

The German for song is lieder.

Lieder.

Yes, correct.

ls there something you wanted?

The baby.

You tried the H.E.M.?

Yes.

And?

And no change.

Sometimes it takes a while.

Hey, woman, come, come.

Yes.

One life.

Ningpopo's here.

Look right now
we're at 800 calories a day.

ln a few days
it will be down to 500.

The bottom line is,

we're not going to make
next week's distribution.

Not a chance.

And that raises
the issue of security.

lf l can't get these people
more food,

l can't guarantee
the safety of my staff.

Food, security.

l believe these are listed
as separate issues.

Yes, but l'm sure you'd
agree they're connected.

Well, if we could get
some emergency corn,

that'd be a start.

l will raise it with the WFB.

Thank you.

They owe us since
August anyway.

-Excuse me?
-Any emergency corn

would be greatly appreciated.

l'm sorry, excuse me,
who owes you?

The WFB.
Three months of corn.

lt'll be in your notes.

There's no reference
to the WFB in my notes.

Then your notes are wrong.

Okay, we can move on...

to the issue of security.

Our soldiers have no experience
of this order, Mr. Hauser.

Please, we have another meeting
at Kromer Camp at 4:00 p.m.

lf we can deal with
these matters separately

and in the proper order.

lt is no good to jump
from food to security.

This is not coherent.

Not coherent?

Listen, they don't get
enough food, they get hungry.

lf they get hungry,
they get desperate,

they wreck the camp.

That is a security issue.

Please do not raise your voice.

For Christ's sake, they're
all fucking dying out there.

Will you please
stop talking bollocks

and start getting some
food delivered now.

No excuses,
no money changing hands,

just do it.

l find this innuendo most
disturbing, Dr. Callahan.

l can assure you, not
a single dollar changes hands

without authorization.

Procedures of the
utmost importance...

Procedures, my fucking ass.

You've got friends
in the water-trucking business

whose sole aim in life

is to hike up the price
by restricting delivery.

You seriously telling me

those shitheads are
following procedure?

l find this outrageous,

especially coming from you.

What do you mean
especially coming from me?

To take a refugee boy
from the camp

without authorization

to die like an animal
in a country he does not know?

The death of a child

is not a minor
violation, Dr. Callahan.

l can assure you,

you are under
serious investigation.

What?

He'd never have given
us anything anyway.

Well, he certainly isn't
going to now.

What happened to his car?

Will that fit our wellhead?

Do kangaroos crap in the bush?

We've got no choice.

We need Steiger.

Dr. Callahan?

Sorry, l...

l just have some
traveler's checks.

l'm leaving tomorrow, so l...
l thought l'd leave them here.

Elliott usually deals
with all that.

Should l give them...?

No, l mean, it's okay,
l'll give them to him.

Okay.

So... is he going
to shut you down?

Maybe.

But we always turn up again...
somewhere.

l really admire you
for the work you do.

Oh, Jesus. ''Admire,''
what does that mean?

Why are you so difficult

-to talk to?
-Why are you?

Why do you never say my name?

Sorry?

You never say my name.

Why?

What's the first thing you
do when you get a cold?

What?

What is the first thing you
do when you get a cold?

Chicken soup, aspirin, scotch.

You ever just have the cold?

l don't under...

Taken nothing,
just have the cold.

-No.
-No.

And that's us, right?

We drown it, kill it, numb it.

Anything not to feel.

You know, when l was
a doctor in London,

no one ever said ''matanay.''

They don't thank you
like they thank you here

'cause here
they feel everything.

Straight from God.

There's no drugs,
there's no painkillers.

lt's the weirdest,
purest thing-- suffering.

And when you've seen that
kind of courage in a lit...

...in a child...

how could you ever want
to do anything

but just take them in your arm?

You remember that boy in London.
Jojo?

Yes, of course.

He was my first save,
ten years old.

So thin he could barely stand.

But he still found the strength
to bury the rest of his family.

We have no idea what courage is.

He used to write me
these little notes.

He helped me in the clinic.

He was good.

He was sweet, he was good.

He wanted to be like me,
l liked that.

l mean, it was silly
and childish,

but it made me feel good
about myself.

So l took him with me to London,

you know, my talisman,
my courageous Africa.

How could l be so bloody stupid?

How could l be
so totally selfish?

The point is...

he was my friend.

He had a name.

So now l have to remember him.

lf everyone l lose has a name...

Hey.

Hey.

You all set?

Yeah.

Said your good-byes?

Yeah.

Well.

Yeah.

Oh, um,

this is my friend at UNHCR.

She'll always know
how to get ahold of us.

And that's a very good
group of people.

lf you ever want
to jump in there...

Okay.

Um...

l'm so glad
that you came, Sarah.

lt meant a lot to us.

Oh, thank you.

No, no, l'm thanking you.

Mikanalay.

lt means ''thank you.''

And then you say, ''Genzubka,''

which means, ''You're welcome.''

Genzubka.

Yeah, pretty good.

Well, very Buddhist.

Do Buddhists hug?

Sure l hug, l'm American.

l hug everything.

Ah, Nick's up at the well.

-You want me to get him?
-No, no.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

You take care of yourself...

and everybody else.

l'll try.

Keep in touch.

Jim.

Hey, come on.

Jim!

Baby, Mommy's got
some work to do.

Come on, honey.
Come here.

lt's okay.
lt's okay, sweetie.

Honey, l'm going
to count to five.

-No.
-One...

two, three...

l'll read you two chapters.

No. Three.

Okay, three.

You are nothing

but a minx-ish minx.

Daddy!

Yeah, hello.

Mommy says l can have
three chapters.

Three chapters?

Excellent.

Would you mind
reading to him tonight?

l have some work to do.

Sure.

Jim, go on, jump into bed.

-Oh!
-Quick kicks!

Dad'll be there in a minute.

So what's he reading?

lt's on his bedside table.

Right.

About tomorrow...

l'm in the office all day.

lt's just, l need
to keep looking for work.

l thought you were going
to make calls from home.

Well, l-l just should go in.

Half the city is looking.

l can't compete
unless l'm there.

Can't your father call somebody?

He's already done
everything he can.

Dad lost everything
in the market crash,

like everybody else.

l know that.

l know, l'm sorry.

l'm sorry.

So...

l think l should go in.

Henry, l arranged meetings,

especially because you said
you'd do the school run.

Well, can't we ask someone?

There must be people
at his school...

You call.

l'm sick of asking for favors.

Don't. Don't!

You didn't bother doing it
in the first place,

don't do it now.

l was trying to help.

No, you were bargaining.

What if l was?

ls that a crime?

You know, because l can argue...

l can shout.

l hate this situation.

l hate not having a job.

l don't see what good

it does to make each other
feel worse than we already do.

Sarah.

Look at this room--
it's a mess.

We'll sort it out.

Things will pick up.

There's a chance, l've got
a meeting with this guy

who's really big in futures,

and l'm going to try
and get a meeting with him.

We will sort it out.

He's waiting for you
to read to him.

Okay.

Thanks.

l understand.

Michael...
Michael, that's bullshit.

UNHCR sends more aid to Honduras
than any other UN agency.

Even as l speak...

Well, most people don't even
know where Honduras is.

...East and West Berliners alike
are tearing down

the greatest symbol
of Communist repression...

No.

North of Panama
in the Caribbean Sea.

But you must keep repeating it
to yourself to believe it.

The Berlin Wall
is finally coming down.

And the sense of hope
you get here...

Which is precisely
why l need aid.

November 9, 1989,

a night that marked the opening
of a new chapter

in world history.

Michael,
l have to call you back.

Okay.

UNHCR.

Sarah?

Yes. Who's calling?

Uh, it's me, Elliott.

Elliott?

Hi.

Hi!

How... how are you?
Are you okay?

Oh, oh, yeah.

Where are you?

Um, Oh, l'm actually,
believe it or not,

l'm here in a phone booth
in-in London.

Oh, my God.

You know, l'm sorry,
there's a terrible connection...

but nothing seems to work
in this shitty place.

When can l see you?

Oh, uh, well, um...

l'm in the Holland Park
Tube Station right now.

Uh, could you meet me
by the entrance to the park?

Yeah.

-Oh...
-Yes, yes, of course!

-Great.
-Um, uh...

1 :30, is that... is that okay?

Sounds perfect.

Henry?

Hi, honey.

Bea just popped around
to say hello.

Do you remember Bea?
She used to work with Dad.

Hi, there.

Hi.

l thought you had job interviews
today.

Uh, they all got canceled.

Oh.

l-l just came by to get
some warm stuff for Jimmy,

so l'm going to go pick him up.

Hello.

Hey.

He-He-Hey.

Oh...

Oh, my gosh.
Look at you.

Here, come, sit.

Oh, gosh, it's good to see you.

Well, you, too.

So you got my last letter?

Yeah. You were in Pakistan.

Pakistan?

That was months ago.

Haven't l...?

You've been busy saving lives.

lt's okay, l forgive you.

Well... well, we're not
in Pakistan anymore.

We're in Cambodia,
by the Thai border.

You okay?

How's home?

Fine.

Jimmy?

Gorgeous.

But bien sur.

So, you're in London, and you
called me out of the blue.

ls that because l'm with the
United Nations or just because

l'd never forgive you
if you didn't?

Both.

Tell me.

What do you know
about Cambodia?

There's a civil war going on,

Communist coalition forces
headed by the Khmer Rouge

versus Communist Vietnamese
running the government.

l believe the British
calls it political irony.

Yeah. Well, Nick calls
it a clusterfuck.

But that's Nick,

not one that minces words.

How is he?

ls he good?

He's Nick.

Was it his idea for you
to come here?

No. No, both of us.

l mean, l... l wanted
to see you anyway,

and you know,
l always do this...

Nick can't pitch to...
save his life.

Well, you saw that.

Sorry, where, where,
where was l?

Cambodia.

Ah, right.

Well...
according to Washington,

the place doesn't
officially exist,

although there's something
like half a million people

living under Khmer Rouge
domination.

Dysentery, measles,

pneumonia,
no vaccines, of course,

so death rates run
15 to 20 people a day

in every village, and there's
land mines, lots of them.

So, we have amputees
without prosthetics.

lt's not a happy place.

So what do you need?

Well, l put together
a shipment of supplies,

vaccines, medicines, the usual.

But there's so much corruption
out there, l was wondering,

l mean, the thing
would be if...

Elliott, just...
just say it.

lf we could put
a UN stamp on it.

l mean, the point is, the UN
name still means something.

You know, just a little bit
of extra protection.

Obviously, l would take
full responsibility.

You just do
the paperwork.

Well, we do have shipments going
into Thailand and Cambodia.

So, l'll attach your name
to the list.

Thank you.

And l'll go with it.
l'll see it through.

Oh, no, you don't need to.

l know, but l do this now.

Yeah, but Cambodia
is different.

l'll see it through.

So, what is it,
what do they want?

Money, Miss Sarah.

Shit! They see you,
they want more.

Alway more money, huh?!

-l'm not playing their games.
-What?

l'm not giving them
any more money.

They want their money.

They've already gotten
the ten percent

-that's written in the contract.
-Contract shit, you pay.

-No.
-Miss Sarah.

l'm not giving them
any more money.

They need more, you pay.
You no say no.

Tell them to get the
rest of that shipment

-off the boat right now.
-What? Or what?

What you do?

This not Chelsea football.

This Cambodia.

You pay. You pay!

lt's two weeks late.

What the hell
is going on, Steiger?

You want a beer?

l want to know what's going on.

Crates were late, so...

Shit happens. So what?

Have you got any idea how fast

a measles epidemic
spreads in two weeks?

l've got enough stains
in my laundry, Callahan.

You're not my only child.

Just give me the money.

Bringing your titty
from the UN was a smart idea.

You want to screw?
Take your pick.

Twenty-five thousand.

And tell that sorry excuse
for a colonel

that it's 25 more
than he deserves.

Mrs. Bauford is waiting.

Listen, you piece of shit.

Fucking with me is one thing,

but if anything happens
to her...

Then what?

Remember, Callahan, l'm the guy
that makes you possible.

You owe me, you took
the fucking money,

now you will do this,
and you will do this right.

What's the matter?
Scared of the dark?

Now fuck off and save lives.

How'd that happen?

lf l can ask.

Oh.

Before time,

l was sick, bad lung, TB.

At this time no doctor
where l live.

Khmer Rouge kill our doctor.

So, l walk to border
for medicine,

but l must cross
the mine field first.

You never forget that sound.

The first thing you hear
is click.

lt's your foot priming
the land mine.

Soon as you hear it,

it's over.

But your mind go crazy,
you know?

You thinking, maybe if l jump,

maybe if l find a rock
to match my weight...

But it's nothing you can do.

You hear the click
and big bye-bye.

But,

l was lucky.

Just lose my leg.

Any problems?

None.

You're not wearing perfume.

So, are you going to tell me
where we're going?

A place near Pailin,

by the border.

And the boat's
the best way to travel?

You don't like my boat?

l think it's very you.

lt's safer.

Avoids the road blocks,

the Viet troops,
plus other assorted madness.

You know, heart of darkness.

The horror.

Actually it is.

Horrible.

And now you're going
to tell me why.

Well, Elliott's no good, is he?

All he gives you is
the Buddhist version,

all fucking temples

and gentle people,
which is bollocks.

The Khmer Rouge--

rouge being very much
the appropriate color--

used Pailin as a hideout.

Everyone lives
in absolute terror.

They use the women
as baby-making factories,

the kids as mine sweepers,

and just in case
we actually help anybody,

they come and steal everything

that we don't hide.

So why do they let you
stay at all?

They've got no doctors.

l should be singing
''Old Man River.''

Please don't.