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Rescue squads
arriving on the scene

watched helplessly
as the destruction ran...

Cesar,
if you don't understand,

you have to ask your teacher.

Yeah, but it's hard to.

She's always busy.

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

So, are we done yet?

I'm done.

Done-done,
or kind of sorta done?

Done-done, what's the surprise?

Hmm...

Daddy? Daddy?

Is it Daddy?

Daddy!

Daddy!

Cesar...

Come on, come on.

I missed New York.

and they were
my sparkly ones.

-It has sequins on...
-Hey, you, my little man.

Come here.

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

Come on, get your bother.

Get your brother.

Let me see you.

Love you, have a great day.

...may have in store
for the tri-state area.

...liberation
army has intensified,

growing bloodier
than ever in South Sudan.

The threat of disease
and malnutrition

simultaneously increased
as civilian refugees

by the thousands
crowd into makeshift camps,

with poor hygiene
and little food.

Although diplomatic efforts
at declaring a truce

seemed to gain ground

in international
circles yesterday,

here on the Arab plains
of South Sudan

there seems to be
no respite in sight

for a population
of a country where...

Harrison?

Harrison?

Harrison?

Sweetheart.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Oh, God, that's good.

I'm gonna be late.

No, no, no don't worry.

I'll make it
all right with Brubeck.

He knows how it is.

Don't you dare
say anything to Brubeck.

Oh!

-Morning.
-Good morning.

Morning!

-Oh, morning
-Good morning.

God, you look exhausted.

No, really, you got the flu?

You had a problem this morning?

Oh, excuse me.

Oh my God, you look terrible,

are you coming
down with something?

You look awful,
maybe you should've

-stayed home sick.
-Sarah, how you doing?

Did Harrison get back yet?

Give me a break!

- Margaux, Sam.
- Margaux.

Just had to recite
her multiplication tables.

Twos.

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

"One times two is two,
two times two is four..."

Ah, you've made
some progress in math, Sam.

David's
pictures aren't bad,

take a peek
when you get upstairs.

A little lacking
in the impact department,

as usual, but not bad.

Want a beer?

No.

I'm giving it up, Sam.

What, beer?

That's why I wanted to see you.

Right away.

Yep.

Why?

You'll be
bored shitless, Harrison.

You gave it up.

I didn't have your talent.

Why now?

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

I never used to get clammy hands

when guys started
going at each other around me.

I took my pictures
calm, clearheaded,

even when I was
up to my neck in shit.

And I was proud.

Even the more it stank,
the more dangerous it was,

I was proud to expose it,

and I was conscious
of doing my job right,

and I wasn't afraid of anything.

So?

Sam, all I can think about now
is Sarah and the kids.

And I'm sick of it.

Yes, I'm sick of it, too.

What the hell do you think?

Every damn day I'm sick of it.

But, we can't just drop it.

You can't, and I can't.

There is a magazine
for Christ's sake.

Look, hang on a while,

just a little while.

Give me time to get organized.

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

Okay, Sam.

I'll stick it out for a while,

but this is just for you,

and I'm warning you
it's not for long.

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

Anyway, you're under
contract remember?

You really are a bastard.

- Daddy, watch this.
- Watch what?

Watch my submarine!

Come on pumpkin,
I'm gonna be late.

I'm going to be late,
I can't, I'm sorry.

Please, Daddy, please just once?

All right, just once, just once.

-Please!
-All right, all right.

Now, what're you gonna do?

Oh, where'd you go, come here?

You are the best submarine
in the whole world.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What is it, Harrison?

Ah, no, it's just,

just Cesar.

I don't know,
I can't... he, uh...

every time I start
talking to him, he clams up.

Can't figure out why.

Cause you're always away,

he's not used to having you.

Always away, what's that mean?

Nothing, okay?

I wanna have
a good time tonight.

No, what's that mean?

Sarah, tell me,
what does it mean?

It means if you showed
a little more interest,

if you just took some time.

Oh, shit, shit,
that's all I ever do

is show interest in him
and you and Margaux

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

Sarah, shit, I mean,

why do you think
I do what I do, huh?

For who?

Ah, shit.

Saying shit 40 times
isn't gonna help you

with your relationship
with your son.

Okay? Shit. Shit.

This student,
alone, has become the symbol

for the forces of freedom
facing the forces of tyranny.

Television stations
from all over the world

covered this event,
but it is this image,

this single photograph,

which has become synonymous

with the drama
of that historic moment.

Yeager Pollack
was the man who captured

that magic moment for us.

Okay, wait for it.

Wait for it!

And here tonight
to introduce him,

his friend and colleague,

Pulitzer Prize
winner himself, 1989.

Newsweek's Harrison Lloyd.

There are very few things

that we can be
absolutely certain of,

and never call into question

no matter
how many lives we live.

And, it is my pleasure,
my supreme pleasure,

my honor, and...

Well to share one of those
certainties with you tonight.

And that is that

Yeager Pollack
is the best among us.

Hey, buddy.

Thanks.

I love your shoes.

Thank you, thank you.

I've made a lot
of mistakes in my life,

but the biggest mistake
I think I've made

was being born
in the era of Harrison Lloyd.

Look out.

All my life we've been
in constant competition,

over just about everything.

So, when I heard
that he got this prize,

I said to myself,
"I gotta get this too."

But seriously,
this prize means a lot to me

because he gave it to me.

And that his work
taught me that photographs

comprise the communal
memory of our time.

And I go by that.

Thank you very much,
it's a gift to his work.

Thank you.

Nice speech, Harrison.

Thank you, sir.

Nice speech.

You know how many
guys had to die in Bogotá

so you could powder
your nose, Kyle?

Did I say anything?

I know how you think.

I know a guy who died, Lloyd.

Yesterday.

My friend Leroy.

Got bumped off in Yugoslavia.

-Yeah, no, I heard.
-Yeah?

No one gives a shit
about that, right?

I guess 'cause Leroy

was a tiny little photographer.

Right, tiny.

He had a tiny little country,

taking pictures
of a tiny little war.

You, you're up there.

You're fancy,
you and the others.

Life, Time, Newsweek.

You guys,
you travel first class

with your 25 cameras

and your fancy
little hotel rooms.

And then you give
each other prizes.

Don't fucking touch me,
don't touch me.

Leroy was 25,
Harrison, he was broke.

Remember what that's like?

-I do.
-You do?

Yeah, no one
gave him an assignment,

so he spent
his own money, right?

And he put everything he had

into making
something for himself.

And still, no one
would use his fucking pictures.

And now he's fucking dead,
on his own nickel.

I'm sorry, Kyle.

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

So, just, calm down, all right?

- Go fuck yourself.
- Hey, come on.

Fuck off.

Hey, hey, hey.

do you wanna
be funny, tough guy?

- Ooh. Ooh.
- You wanna get funny?

- Yeager...
- You wanna get funny?

I'll fucking break
your other knee,

come on, come on.

Hello? Yes?

Okay, I can see him from here.

It's so heavy.

Here,
we gotta get him to sign.

I know,
this is so good.

Harrison?

Sarah! Look, look, come here.

Look at this.

Now I know
why the only thing

I can shoot
in color are flowers.

Well, and you of course.

Uh-oh, you must want something.

-Is that from Peter?
-Yep.

Probably your brother's
a hypocritical son of a bitch.

Going around picking flowers

while people kill each other
all over the world.

Should be ashamed of himself.

He doesn't pick them,
he saves them,

and he's paid
good money for it.

Yeah, I know.

And the St. Louis
Botanical Gardens

is a waste of taxpayers' money.

I'm kidding.

Your brother
is a very wise man

and I envy him.

So, what is it?

Catharanthus roseus.

Madagascar pink periwinkle.

I've never seen
one of these before,

has certain therapeutic uses.

Cures certain forms
of infantile leukemia.

It's beautiful and a life saver.

Just like you.

Come inside.

Come on, Cesar...

I was trying to be clever.

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

It's so heavy.

It's so heavy!

Oh, shit, Brubeck's
on the phone for you,

I'm so sorry,
I completely forgot.

It's okay.

Oh, hey, Sam, what's up?

Oh, stop.

Fly in
Zagreb and then...

Or is... no I got it,
I got it, I got it.

A four alarm fire
in downtown Los Angeles...

What's happening in Yugoslavia?

Civil war,
nothing Earth shattering.

No TV crews,

even on CNN
they don't have anything,

but Brubeck
wants me to go there

for the international edition.

Just about a week.

You know, Time
is sending somebody, well...

Sweetheart, can you
get me the map

there on the couch?

Yeager's furious he can't go.

He has to have
his knee operated on,

I hope it's nothing serious.

You'll look in on him, right?

-Sure.
-You promise?

Promise.

Graz, G-R-A-Z,

make sure there's
an airport there, okay?

Yes, master.

Cesar's gonna
be so disappointed.

I promised him you'd
be home for his birthday,

you will, won't you?

Hi, Lisa, it's Sarah Lloyd.

I'm calling for Harrison.

Yes, he needs a ticket
for Graz, G-R-A-Z.

Yes, I think
they have an airport.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

So, what time?

2:45 for the layover
in Zurich, Mom's in Zurich,

-you could have lunch with her.
-She loves me not.

Okay, thank you.

Good morning, Lisa.

Nice touch, Sarah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, I'm gonna
get coffee, want some?

Yeah, decaf,
skinny, foam, vanilla.

The works.

He pulled the trigger.

No, he just
wanted to scare her.

Scare
an old woman, what for?

No, Harrison's using a 135.

Odds are the guy never
saw him take the picture.

I'm sure he pulled the trigger.

Fuck.

There is no price,

and no force powerful enough...

What's going on?

First footage out of Yugoslavia.

...and the Serbian leadership,

nor sway them
from their goals

and their battle
for human rights.

Gonna be another Beirut.

Eh, you can't tell.

All we have is Croatian TV,

it's confusing.

Rival militias
settling old scores.

Add a pinch of religion,
cover and let simmer,

you got yourself
a whole big mess of war.

Spread
to full scale war.

- No, it's just a...
- What? A police action?

No,
just ethnic skirmishes.

Well, the Europeans
haven't moved,

it's right
in their own backyard.

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

Well...

-What's this?
-Pictures of ethnic skirmishes.

We have, apparently,
a very sad item of information

from one of our
correspondents live,

right now inside
Yugoslavia, Bill Bruce.

A German
reporter, Carl Lee,

was shot dead yesterday
in the region of Karlovac.

We've apparently lost

transmission with
our reporter Bill Bruce,

but, I repeat,
German television reporter

Carl Lee was shot
and killed last night

in the region of Karlovac.

And, as you can see,

there is footage coming
in right now from Karlovac.

Hello?

Hello?

Harrison?

Harrison?

Hello?

Hello?

Harrison?

Harrison?

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

Yes... I miss you
Harrison Lloyd,

if that's why you're calling.

Actually, all I've done
is think about you

the last few days.

You know, I've had those dreams.

You know those dreams.

Your hands.

Your mouth.

It's very frustrating, you know,

you're laughing at me.

Oh, you know, I've thought
about it Harrison.

When I turn on the TV,
I wish I could watch CNN

and feel like it
doesn't affect me personally.

You can hear me, I hope.

You know, you could...

Hello?

Hello?

Morning.

Morning.

Hi.

Hi.

Anything for me, Lisa?

Nothing.

Sarah.

Sarah.

No. No. No.

Sarah, wait.

Sarah, please.

Sarah, I must...

Sarah!

Sarah, sweetheart.

Don't say it, please,

just don't say it.

The Red Cross
sent word yesterday.

We were waiting to be sure
before we told you.

ZDF confirmed.

They lost a cameraman
and a reporter too.

Drink this.

It will do you good.

Thank you.

Where?

Um, some small town.

I don't know.

Near Osijek.

When do they
bring his body back?

Well, it won't be right away.

They won't
bring him back, Sarah.

He was...

in this house, and it collapsed.

And they bury
everyone right away,

to protect against epidemics.

They're sending his bag back

with some of his cameras.

He went light.

Dropped most
of his gear off

with one of our guys in Zagreb.

I...

I won't see him again,

I won't see him?

It's a filthy
fucking war, Sarah.

Just like all the other
filthy fucking wars.

We were wrong.

It's not just skirmishes.

We were all wrong.

He's not dead, Sam.

I'll take you home.

Sarah, I'll take you home.

No.

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

I'm taking you home, Sarah.

Sarah.

After
several days of resistance,

the village of Okucani
has fallen.

An estimated 100 prisoners

were captured by the Serbs,

who may now use them

in exchanges with
the Croatians.

The important question
remains, however,

for the Serbs to answer:

What has become
of the 7,000 inhabitants...

You're gonna show her?

Yeah!

Sarah, darling.

CNN Weekend continues
in recapping our top story,

a story of immeasurable import.

Serbian troops
are moving through these...

What is this?

What are you doing?

What are you doing here,
what is this?

Reciting Kaddish, Sarah.

-But no one is dead.
-Sarah.

There's no reason for this.

No, where are my children?

Sarah, Sarah, we need closure.

Oh, stop it,
get your hands off of me!

No one is dead!

He's not dead, Peter, okay?

Would you just
tell them to leave, okay?

He's not dead.

Sarah?

I'm gonna take
Cesar and Margaux with me

to St. Louis tomorrow.

They'll be...

They'll be with their cousins,

I think they'll be better off.

Is that all right with you?

-Hi, Peter.
-Hey, you.

Nina'll stay here.

Mom wants to stay too.

If she bothers you,
give me a call.

Something would've broken inside

if he were dead.

It's not possible otherwise.

Do you understand, Peter?

Yes, you understand.

Do what you have to do.

Take your time.

When you decide,
I'll bring the kids back,

or you can come
to St. Louis, all right?

Thank you.

Sarah.

You have two beautiful children.

Turning to sports now,
the New York Mets have...

-You got it?
-Sarah, what is...

What? What?

Sarah?

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah?

Sarah, please open the door.

Sarah, you must
get hold of yourself.

Sarah?

Since the tanks
have occupied the city,

thousands of refugees
have been trying to flee

the region of Osijek.

Men and women, who have
seemingly lost everything,

have flooded the main arteries

out of the city.

The violence
of the Serbia militia,

known here as the Chetnik,

is matched by that
of the Croatian militia,

or Ustashe.

Inside the city of Osijek,

snipers are seemingly
in every window,

posing a constant threat

to the lives of men, women,
and children...

If Vukovar falls,

Croatian chances
of retaining control

of Osijek and Vukovci
are very slim.

Nothing now
can halt our offensive.

Vukovar is the key
we must hold.

After that, the Croatians
will have nothing left.

No one
can say at this point, Gary,

and we have some
extraordinary interviews...

Why Vukovar?

Our strategy
was to smash through Vukovar,

get to the other side
of the Drava river.

Once we got to the other side,

Vukovar would be surrounded.

They burned my house.

Who did it?

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

I don't know,
they burned my house,

they destroyed my flowers
and they burned my greenhouse.

My heart is hurting.

The few survivors
of this massacre

have sought refuge
in the mixed

Serbo-Croatian city of Vukovar,

where already
hundreds of homeless people

roam the streets,
fleeing the Serbian army.

Vukovar's only hospital
is overflowing with wounded,

and in many cases,
it is proving

impossible to determine

where they come from,
or even who they are.

...wounded, and in many cases,
it is proving impossible

to determine
where they come from,

or even who they are.

...proving impossible to
determine where they come from,

or who they even are.

...as the population reacts

to horrifying rumors
of internment camps,

mass exterminations,

and acts of extreme cruelty

defying the...

The task of journalists
reporting on this conflict

is made all the more difficult

by a persistent
and pervasive wariness

on both sides of this conflict.

With respect
to the international press...

Harrison.

This report concludes

with one final interview,
or rather one final image.

That of a woman who,

on the outskirts
of the city of Osijek,

searches the hundreds
of people walking out

in the hopes
of seeing one face.

Please stay
with us for a moment...

Hey.

I'm gonna bring him back, Cesar.

Okay.

You take care of Margaux.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you.

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

You are a journalist?

No.

You're not going
to Yugoslavia, yes?

No.

Where're you going?

I have business in Graz.

Fine, because
we had cars returned

with holes in them.

One gave us just the keys back.

No kidding?

Here, the car's outside there.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Sorry, can you bring me?

You're going to Graz?

No, bring me where you go.

Please, please.

I don't understand.

You go where?

Go where?

To Vukovar.

To... I know road,

I show you if you bring me,
please, please,

I... I help you, really, please?

I'm student in Paris.

But I'm Croatian.

I go to find family.

Wife and baby.

My baby five month.

I have a picture
to show you now.

She's beautiful.

Thank you.

I want to bring them
with me in France.

In Montpellier.

Have you children?

Yes, two.

Cesar and Margaux.

What is it?

Borders line.

SOCIALIST FEDERAL REPUBLIC
OF YUGOSLAVIA

Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop,

stop here, stop here.

-Okay.
-Should I go?

I think it's okay.

We go first to Našice, okay?

And we see war situation.

Your name?

Sarah.

Pretty.

Thank you.

My name is Chtlomac.

-"Stomach"?
-No.

No, stomach.

"Ch-ti-yo-mack."

Thought that's what I said?

No, no, no, no,

you said "stomach,"

stomach, it's, uh, like, tummy.

Say it... Chtlomac?

Chtlomac?

Yeah, that's good.

So, what
do you study in Paris?

I wanna be teacher,

French teacher in Croatia.

Vukovar is very far.

And dangerous.

We pass Osijek.

come on, come on, get out!

Press.

Press, press.

Please!

Please,
he's not a soldier, please!

Please!

Please, please.

Please.

Please, no, please, please.

Please, please, please, please.

Please, please,
please, please, please.

Got nasty out here.

I don't like it here.

Why?

So nice and quiet.

H-Hey.

Hey, she's alive!

She's lucky they did not
have time to rape her.

Come on, come on.

Serbian, Croatian?

Oh, please, say something.

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

You understand me?

They killed him.

They killed him for no reason.

English?

American?

What are you doing here?

She's a photographer.

You're a photographer?

Don't shoot!

We're photographers!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Photographers...

Go, go, go!

Here we are,
no problem finding a room.

Tourism is not exactly
booming right now.

Oh, yeah,
you're gonna love it here.

River view suites.

Where were you
at this fine evening?

Went to a little opening.

Oh, yeah, big production?

Yeah, yeah, crucified snipers,

corpse compacting, the works.

There was no bar
at the party though.

Kill for a fucking drink.

have a beer,

I order something
for you Kyle?

Oh, Kyle?

Sarah.

It's you.

You're out of your fucking mind.

Whoa.

You out of your fucking mind?

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!
-What's the problem?

You out of your fucking mind?

Hey, yeah,
you already said that,

didn't you?

Do you know her?

Where the fuck did you find her?

Near the car,
there was another guy with her.

He's dead.

So who is she, then?

Do you know her?

Yeah.

Well, come on,

who the hell is she already?

Sarah Lloyd.

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

Not in your wildest
fucking dreams!

Sarah, you can't stay
in this country, okay?

This country is...

no one knows
what this country is, all right?

So you better
beat it outta here, and fast.

I didn't ask
for anybody's help.

I have a press card, and...

Press card?

They don't give a shit
about press cards.

Or white flags.

Or their own
fucking mothers, all right?

Listen, Serb, Catholic,

Croatian, Orthodox,

there's no bad guys.

There's no good guys.

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

This is no place for you.

This is no place
for the living, all right?

They are fucking insane.

Calm down, Kyle.

You tell her.

You can't
go in to Vukovar.

The Serbs control the road,

they bomb everything.

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

And, Sarah.

Harrison is dead...

Harrison is there

and I'm going to get him.

He called me after the date

they said he was dead,

and if you could just tell me
where Osijek is,

and Vinkovci,

Nustar, and then Vukovar,

I'm gonna go to the hospital
in Vukovar, and after that...

Excuse me, are you deaf?

Or are you just not listening?

It's impossible.

What did you think,
you'd arrive at the airport

and call for a taxi?

"Take me to Vukovar, please."

This is a war we have here.

Real war,
with real blood, real death.

Real bombs, mines, bullets.

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

War.

Didn't your husband
ever mention it?

Here, here, take these.

Just relax, all right?

That woman is a lunatic.

This is gonna suck, isn't it?

Everybody up, up, up,
come on, we got work to do.

Where are they set up?

I think it's across the street,
the Croatian TV building.

Who gives a shit
where they're shelling,

they're shelling,
all right, let's go.

-Are they far?
-They're behind us.

Look behind the trees.

They're on
the other side of the river,

look, look, look,
you see the shells firing?

Moving up,
I'm moving up with you.

What's this all about?

Harrison is alive?

Yeah, so is Elvis.

I saw that
fucking building go up,

all right, I was there.

But you saw him dead?

The house went down!

What about that phone call?

-You all right?
-Yeah.

If you know something,

please tell her Kyle, please.

I made the call!

I made the call, it was me,
I wanted to tell her.

She couldn't hear me
on the other end of the line.

Shitty audio,
she couldn't hear me.

They're hitting
the hotel!

Sarah?

-Sarah?
-You get her, I'll get the fire.

Sarah?

Sarah!

Sarah!

You get the fuck up,
get up, get up, damn it!

You can't be afraid
right now, let's go.

Let's go, please, come on.

Let me go, let me go, let me go!

Come on!

The fuck are you doing?

What are you doing, Sarah?

Come on, get out of here.

Come on, let's go,
we're gonna fucking die.

fucking move.

You all right?

Get outside, get outside.

Try the basement!

Shit!

We're never gonna get down
in that cellar, it's full up!

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

Don't they have
a bloody wine cellar?

Come on,
let's get the fuck out of here!

Need a nurse!

Ah, fuck.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Fuck.

Oh my God, oh my God!

Get in the fucking car, get in.

You fucking animals!

Get in, get in.

Get in, Marc,
get in, get in!

Ah, shit!

I'm on the Avis
shit list for sure. Fuck.

Three fucking cars!
These arseholes!

Where you going, Morris?

-Morris!
-We're going to fucking Vukovar.

-We're going to Vukovar.
-Calm down, calm down!

I got an errand
to run for this lady.

The renegade militia group,

a breakaway from
Serbian regular armies,

is said to now control
large areas

around Osijek and Yugoslavia.

This latest development...

He must have tried
to cross through Osijek,

and then tried
to follow the Serbs,

get as close as he could
to Vukovar.

Or else went by way of Vukovci.

What would you have done,

if the Serbs
had closed off the roads?

You would have gone to...
to Vukovar, right?

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

Right.

And once you're in Vukovar,

could you contact
anyone outside?

-No.
-And if he's injured...

Checkpoint, shh, here.

Here, it's loaded.

- Blink your headlights.
- Yeah.

All right, you're
a photographer, remember that.

-Jumpy bunch of little brats.
-Yeah, don't worry.

Slow it up, will ya?

Have you got anything white?

-No.
-Have ya?

Don't shoot!

Slow it fucking up,
how many times will I tell ya?

The Lebanese crawl
right down, right down.

Shut up, shut up.

Fuck, he's mad.

-Don't say a word to 'em.
-Okay.

Don't. Listen to me.

All right, cool.

Shit!

Press. Press. Press.

How you doing?

Smoke?

-You speak English?
-So-so.

So...

-What's new?
-The war.

Exactly.

Who's, um, who holds the city?
Who holds it?

We took the west side
from the Balkan militia.

East side is still fighting,
but we hold.

The Chetniks have all the rest.

This road over here,
is it safe?

One kilometer, Serb snipers.

After, I don't know.

But they'll attack,
probably tonight.

Shit, Kyle, the Chetniks
have all the rest.

Risk your own neck, not mine.

Please, please.

I'm looking for this man,
have you seen this man?

Photographer. American.

He was here taking pictures.

Have you seen this man,
he's here?

Taking pictures? No?

Just let her be, Kyle, will ya?

We'll go to Graz,
we'll put her on a plane.

The hell with it.

Lloyd is dead, you know he is.

Everybody fucking knows he is.

Did you see his body?

Did you? No, okay?

I didn't see anything, so...

if she thinks he's alive,
then maybe he is alive?

-Cut the bullshit, Kyle.
-I'm not bullshitting!

You can't fucking go there!

Why are you doing this?

Look around.

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

every fucking where you look...

then it doesn't matter
if I'm in Vukovar

or if I'm somewhere else.

Who gives a shit?

Why are you taking her?

Stevenson...

get off my case, all right?

Get off my case,
or go home to mommy.

Shit.

I'd love to see my mommy.

Fuck's sake.

Will you look at her?

Look, I tell you what,
you go over there and you say:

"You know, Sarah,
there's really no use hoping

'cause your husband's dead."

I'm so sorry, have you seen...

Go ahead, Marc.

You do it if you got the balls.

I don't.

Please, I'm looking
for this man.

Have you seen this man
in this area?

He takes pictures.

He's an American photographer.

He could be injured.

No?

Please, have you seen this man?

You're out of film.

Picturesque, huh?

They're lucky, you know,
they still have their eyes.

You know what they say?

They say certain
Chetnik extremists,

when they come to town...

not only do they torture
and kill everybody...

they cut out their eyes
to keep score.

You want to take this trip?

Are you sure?

Well?

No way.

They can't warn the snipers.

He says they'll see
the TV sign on the window.

There's always hope.

-That's the first quarter mile.
-Oh, fantastic.

After that,
then they don't know.

After that,
if we're still alive,

it's Rodeo Drive
in Beverly Hills.

Roll your window down.

Put your hand
on your door handles.

You hear one shot,
you hit the dirt

and you go down
in the ditch, all right?

- You ready, Marc?
- Yeah.

Fuck, come on.

Step on it. Let's go.

-Yeah, I think we made it.
-Yeah.

Shit! Don't jump. Don't jump.

Hang on. Hang on.

Get inside!

Come on!
Get up! Get up! Get up!

Get inside!

Sarah!

God!

Help me! Help me!

Lift the head up! Lift it up.

There's nothing there,
she's had it.

-What she's saying?
-She's praying.

What the fuck is that?

It's tanks.

Oh, shit!

Oh, Jesus!

My car! They're gonna
fucking destroy my car!

Get down! Get over to the wall!

Come on!

Get away from the window, Marc.

Get away from
the fucking window!

I'm shaking like a fucking leaf.

Marc, get over
to the fucking wall!

Ah, fuck it!

Shit!

We're fucking dead.

White House,
some analysis...

Nelson?

What is it?

-What?
-Look at the name, sir.

Excuse me.

Yes, yes. What is it?

There was no note?

-Nothing?
-No.

Well, yes, there was,
but very short.

No, everything's fine...

Hey!

Mm, no, you know,
nothing in particular.

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

Yeah, relatively quiet.

It's removed from the fighting.

Yes, yes, I know,
but there's no use worrying.

Right, thank you.

How long did it take
the film to get through?

Three days.

It's getting worse and worse.

Kyle Morris.
Who's he shooting for?

A.F.P.

-Did you call Simon?
-Yes, right away.

They don't know anything.

Just film they get
from time to time.

It looks like Morris left
this town called Vinkovci?

Followed the Serbian offensive.

Since then, pfft.

He sent his film
along with Sarah's,

that's all we know.

-She's looking for Harrison.
-Oh, great!

Give the man a cigar.

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

The children
are so beautiful here.

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

Yeah, should've
bought the bus.

Hang on, we're in trouble here.

They're going to the front.

Come on, put a hook
in their ass, come on!

-Get out of the street.
-There's Vukovar.

- Swing a right, swing a right!
- Good, good, good, good.

Now we're gonna get there,
now we're gonna get there.

What are we looking at?
How many miles?

About fifteen.

Big checkpoints
and the mines,

it'll take us about three hours.

We're gonna waltz
right through this,

right through!

Maybe the last waltz.

Go right! Go right!

Fucking Christ.

Now, where do we go?

What's this?

Hold on. Hold on.

What's this?

- Hang on, hang on!
- Come on!

A fucking merge!

We got to get the fuck
out of here, guys!

Fucking Serbs
are coming up the road!

-And the shit is gonna fly!
-Where you guys coming from?

The road from Vukovar.

Couldn't get through.

It's a goddamn bloodbath, okay?

They're killing
everything that moves.

Fucking conversation? Let's go.
Let's move it, move it!

Hey, hey, hey, you didn't hear
what I just said.

Kyle, maybe he's right.

You get back
in the fucking car.

We're going to Vukovar,
move the fucking car.

Hey, Kyle, listen to him,
he's coming from Vukovar!

You got to listen
to your girlfriend, okay, man?

It's crawling with death
back there, man.

We've got go in a convoy.

We gotta move to the border

all the way to the back,
in a convoy, okay?

I'm going to Vukovar,
you understand?

And you are one dead asshole.

Yeah, thanks a lot.
Have a nice life. Be safe.

-Listen, listen.
-Get back in the fucking car.

You want to take a trip
back with this guy?

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

Look, I understand, stay, stay.

Why don't you grab
your fucking bag and stay?

And let you get us shot,
I don't care.

-You're joking me?
-That's good.

That's what I want to hear.

-Ah, fuck it!
-Help me push it out.

Hang on, hang on.

All right, go!

Yeah, I see you,
yeah, very funny.

Fuck you too.

-Oh, shit!
-Christ!

It's a fucking inferno!

I'm not gonna stand this!

Come on, we gotta go.

-Where are we going?
-There's a basement over here.

Come on, hustle, hustle!

Shit!

Get up.

Come on, Marc.

Here.

You okay?

I'm scared too.

We're all scared.

I really don't like dead bodies.

They know that our photos
are gonna tell

the story of this war.

You understand that?

They know that's why we're here.

All right?

If we don't take 'em,
nobody will.

All right, they want us
to do what we do.

Anyway, I just want to wake up
some guy who's yelling

about a parking ticket
and show him

there's better things
to get upset about.

It's good work
your husband does.

Really good.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

This?

This is for me.

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

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

Just needed an opportunity.

You want to sleep
or you want to stick it out,

'cause I've got Phenobarbital
and I've got Benzedrine.

-No.
-Come on!

Look, if there's ever
an excuse to do drugs...

you're looking at it.

Besides, when you sleep,
you forget about food.

And I'm starving.

Are you hungry?

-Yes.
-Well, there's your dinner.

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

I know.

-He told you about it?
-Yes.

Well, I feel bad
about it now.

I mean...

Just stupid.

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

Good night.

You think
he's dead, right?

Are you kidding?

Harrison's immortal.

Look at this.

Shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Oh, shit.

Put this on your face.

Put it on your face
for the stink.

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

They fucking raped her.

Fucking raped her.

You okay?

Come on. Come on!

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

What the fuck is this?

- Slow it right down.
- All right, all right.

Jesus.

What the fuck is that?

-Press.
-Press.

Press.

-Come on, buddy.
-God Almighty.

Christ.

Come on, guys.

Ever get the feeling
you're not welcome?

They're freaking out.

They lose Vukovar,
they lose the war.

Lose the war, they're dead.

Oh, God!

Look at that dog.

Look.

Park it up.

Looks like somebody
got here before us.

All right.

Will you look at that?

Yeager fuckface Pollack.

Don't tell me this war
has gone primetime.

It's a miracle
you're still alive.

So let's praise God
and thank the Lord,

and let's get back to Zagreb.

The Lord?
Someone ought to thank me.

Thanks, Kyle.

Yeah. For?

Huh? For taking care of Sarah.

That's right.

For taking care of Sarah,
that's great.

Yeah, that's much nicer,
you see?

"Thanks, Morris,
for taking care of Sarah Lloyd."

Polite and nice.

What I am not saying?

That's not enough?

So now what?
Vukovar is out?

-That's right.
-Let her speak for herself?

Hey, asshole,
there are Serbian snipers, man,

not a hundred yards away.

Shooting fish in a barrel.

You can't get through.

What do you think
these Croatians

are getting ready for?

Little party?

That give you some inkling
about what's gonna happen here?

I'm going anyway.

You can't
get into Vukovar, man.

Nobody gets in,
nobody gets out.

All you can do
in Vukovar is die.

What the fuck
do you know, huh?

What do you know?
Jumping out of an airplane?

What are you looking at me for?

I'm trying to help you
fucking guys!

What is this with you?

Look, I got photos
to take, so...

You got photos to take,
go take 'em.

Nobody is telling you
not to take photographs!

That's enough!

You don't have
to take her with ya.

That's enough.

I'm going, Yeager.
I have to go.

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

He's dead!

He's dead, Sarah! Please!

Sarah!

You've run out of film,
Stevenson.

What are you doing here,
anyway? I mean...

Should get on with your life.

Go write a book or something.

Write a book.

Look...

I know why you're here.

I know you came for her...

but you're not gonna
change her mind from doing

what she needs to do.

Not unless you show her
Harrison's body.

So, do what I do.

All right? Help her.

Look, we better both pray
that someday

we find somebody that loves us
the way she loves him.

Understand?

There was a mercenary,
it was this Frenchman guy...

Fuck.

Um, he saw a guy,
an American photographer,

about six, eight days ago.

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

But he might be in there,
at that hospital.

Well, next stop's Vukovar.

We leave
at ten-second intervals.

Now, the highway should be
about 3/4 of a mile

behind that wooded area
down there.

We run for one minute,
stop for one minute,

then go again.

Any shooting, we stop
and count again from zero.

Anyone of us catches up
with anyone else,

we wait to re-establish
the distance, okay?

Anybody gets wounded,
there's no...

no going backwards.

The next one
will take care of it, okay?

What if the last one
gets wounded?

You go first.

Then Kyle, then Sarah.

And I'll bring up the rear.

- I'll go first.
- Sarah, please.

Okay.

-Okay, Stevenson?
-Okay.

Go. Anytime you're ready.

Go. Go.

Oh, God. No.

No, thank God
she wasn't hurt.

I called her.

Sarah!

I realized that we were
in front of a Serb roadblock.

There were tanks, mortars.

These guys were
half drunk, crazy, excited.

Okay, take this off.

We were freaked out and
I'm sure they were the same.

And I realized that
our only chance to stay alive

was to go right
through these guys,

walk right through them,

'cause there was
no turning back.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Just smile.

Stay cool, all right?

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

Admire strength, hate weakness,
the usual shite.

Keep your chin up, right?
They think we're fabulous.

-That leg bad?
-It's okay.

Will they let us through?

No, whatever's on
the other side,

they don't want
witnesses, for sure.

Everybody relax,
put a smile on your face.

They love us.

Hey, they think
we're hilariously funny.

Hey, funny!

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

Hi. Hey, hey. Okay.

Nobody's made it through
before us, so what do we do?

-Just walk, walk.
-Yeah, where?

Hey, yeah, thank you.

Does anybody know
where the hospital is?

We'll find it, we'll find it.

Listen! Listen!
We have to go back.

This highway
goes right back to Zagreb.

Keep walking.
So stupid, it might work.

Just walk.
Don't turn around, goddammit!

Don't turn around!

Hey, you want a photograph?

How you doin'?

Uh, we kept walking.

I don't know
how far or how long,

but, uh...

Then we were in
the streets of Vukovar.

It wasn't fighting.

It was extermination

that they would
later call ethnic cleansing,

and we were watching this.

Bayonets, knives, teeth.

Children, they slit
the throats of children.

There were corpses everywhere.

There was one woman.

She had this sign
around her neck saying that

"I carry the child of a Serb."

- Get back!
- Oh, man!

Bastards!

They're bastards!

Ah, ya bastards!

This was
unbelievable to me.

And I was asking myself,

what the hell
are we doing here?

Have we gone crazy
or something or what?

We were walking
straight into the darkness,

and then we were
gonna come out again.

All right,
all right, all right.

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

Come on, come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go,
come on, come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Marc, let's go.

Come on!

Over there!

Get inside, get inside.

The fucking
Arkan guys, they're crazy.

-Marc!
-Marc!

Marc, get over here.

Come on, buddy,
come on, come on. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Come on.
- Don't want to be here.

I don't want to stay here.

Come on, stay, stay up.

My bag, my bag,
my bag, my bag!

Come on,
you're fuckin' crazy.

No, I don't, I wanna go.

Oh, it smells!

It smells, it stinks
of death in here!

Take it easy.

No, we gotta go, we gotta go.

We can't stay here.

Listen to me.
You can't go out there!

Look, stay put.

We can't stay, listen to me!

Listen to me!
We've gotta go,

they're gonna kill us.

I'm begging you, Kyle, please.

-We gotta go.
-You're gonna get killed!

Get the fuck...
Get your hands off me!

Stay over here!

Kyle, you can't go out there!

Get off me!

Kyle!

Marc!

Hang in there.

It's fine. Look at me.

Jesus, you're looking
for a dead man.

There's thousands
of dead men, thousands!

I know, I know, I know.
Marc, come on.

It's all right.
Look, they're gone.

They're gone, Marc.

Kyle! Kyle!

Oh, no, no!

-No!
-It's okay, it's okay.

No, no, I got you!

I got you!
Come on, I got you!

Come on, I got you.

Don't worry.
You're gonna be all right.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, I got you.

Come on.

It's gonna
be all right, it's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- Ah, shit!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ah, ah, shit!

Listen, it's almost nightfall.

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

If there's any hope
of getting to Harrison,

we gotta move now.

We gotta move now,
we'll come back for him.

This is what we came for, right?

Goddammit!

All right, all right.

- Better get going.
- All right, all right!

All right!

Kyle, I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

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

I'm sorry.

Come on, come on.

Goddammit!

Come on, this way!

Come on, Marc, this way.

We can't, Sarah. It's too late.

Gotta get to shelter!

Come on!
Marc, come on, to shelter.

Sarah!

Sarah!

I'm looking for an American man.

-No, wait!
-Take the photos!

They must know!

They must know!

Harrison!

Harrison!

Harrison!

Harrison!

Harrison!

Oh, Harrison!

Harrison. Harrison. Harrison.

It's me, Sarah! It's Sarah!

Harrison.

Oh, my God. My God, Harrison.

Harrison.

Harrison.

Harrison.

It's me, it's Sarah.

It's me, it's Sarah!

Harrison!

What's wrong with you?

Oh, Harrison.

Come on.

Come on!

Now, no one knows how
Harrison got to the hospital.

He had suffered what they call
a bomb-blast effect.

It's, uh, trauma caused
by a bomb exploding

in close proximity.

He was delirious.

Sarah took off
his dirty bandages

and we realized he had
burns all over his body.

He was in unbearable pain,
but he said nothing.

He was somewhere else.

He couldn't eat,

so she fed him
little pieces of bread

dipped in water,

like you would a wounded bird.

Cesar...

She kept talking
to him, reassuring him.

She seemed more
at peace somehow.

I know it sounds crazy,

but it was almost
like she was happy.

November 18th, 1991.

Silence was restored.

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

Mile Dedakovic had ordered

his Croatian troops
to surrender.

After 87 days of siege,

Vukovar had fallen.

Milosevic had won.

Come on, let's go.

It's okay.

Daddy!

Come here, baby.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hi, Daddy.

Okay, Margaux,
come on, sweetheart. Come on.

Mom.

Come on, come on.

Watch this, Daddy!

Daddy?

Watch this.

I'm going to do the submarine!

Daddy?

Come here.

Sit down, sit down!

Sit down.

Down.

I'm gonna do the submarine.

I took care of your flowers.

Not one of them got ruined.

Gotta go do some work.

I'm gonna do
the submarine again.

Harrison?

Harrison!

Sarah.

Hi, Sarah.

Hi.

Cesar took care of the flowers.

All this time,

he told me he took care
of the flowers.

My little boy took care
of the flowers.

Yes.

What happened to me?

Hm?

Yeah.

They live
in St. Louis now.

They've got a house there

not far from
the botanical gardens.

Harrison's doing fine,
thank God.

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

and he takes
pictures of flowers.