Colonel Tao, how are you doing?
lt's good to see you again.
The boxes, they for who?
Well, you know who they're for.
l give you my word.
This goes only to the women and children.
Wait, easy, that's medicine, for Christ's sake!
l don't understand, what's the problem?
lt's a laptop.
Every NGO has got one.
That's the way we do business here.
Don't throw those away.
People's lives depend on that, for fuck's sake!
-Colonel... -Sarah...
l'm with UNHCR, United Nations.
This cargo is protected.
lf this shipment is harmed in any way,
your name will surface in the follow-up investigation.
l don't...
l promise you, l know nothing about this.
Somebody must have...
Colonel Tao, you know me.
l swear to God,
l don't...
Son of a bitch!
What was that?
You explain it to me.
l can't explain it to you.
We were set up.
l knew nothing about that book,
what was in the box, the equipment...
Did you know about the guns?
Answer me! Did you know...?
Yes, l knew about them.
l came here to help these people,
and the only way l can do that
-is if l transport guns. -You don't have
to transport guns to help people.
You do here.
Right. So fuck the next person that tries to bring
a shipment full of medicine in for people.
Fuck them.
As long as you get what you need today,
fuck everybody else!
No one else comes here,
so what do you want me to do?
You want me to watch thousands of kids die of measles
'cause l wouldn't bend the rules?
ls that a price worth paying?
Or am l actually killing more than l save?
You seriously believe that l don't worry about that?
That l don't think about that every minute of every day?
What's worse? You tell me.
You tell me what l should do.
What happened?
Never compromise another organization
for your own ever again.
l won't.
Sarah, you made it.
Oh, good to see you.
So, l believe congratulations are in order?
l know, can you believe it?
Oh...
What the hell happened?
No guns-- confiscated by Tao.
He found these intelligence files.
They freaked him out.
What intelligence files?
Well, how do l know?
He was tipped off. He was waiting for us.
He found these documents. He went fucking crazy.
Well, if we don't have anything for the Khmer Rouge,
we're in deep shit.
We leave in the morning.
Take everyone with us.
No, we need to leave sooner than that.
We've got all this vaccine. l'm not wasting it.
We don't have time. We need to go now.
Not until we vaccinate.
This is not worth risking our lives for.
You do whatever you got to do. l'm staying.
Joss, remember to pack the iodine.
And the emergency kits-- how many we got?
Joss?
No, no. They...
He says that we're thieves, that we stole his files
and his guns, and he wants them back.
Tell him the truth.
And tell him that we're trying
to save his bloody people.
He doesn't give a shit about the people.
He just want the file.
So tell him whatever he wants.
Just try and buy us some time.
He wants us to...
He wants us to what?
He wants us to make amends now.
He wants us to go to Pailin.
You know what that means.
He say now.
Okay.
Tell him that Sarah is from the UN.
And that the UN is very important to Big God Ankha,
and if anything happens to her or to us,
the UN will crucify him.
He say you are a ClA agent working for Vietnam.
One of you must die.
English doctor, you say all you care about is my people.
Life mean nothing.
We serve only Ankha.
Now you will see.
For God's sake, he's just a baby.
Tell them to drop their guns.
Tell them to drop their fucking weapons now!
No!
Tell them to back off. Back off!
Tell them to back off.
Look, as long as we hold due west,
we hit the river.
That's about two miles.
And the camp's up there.
About another three miles north, just over the Thai border.
Oh, Jesus.
Shit. That's Khmer Rouge.
They've reached the village.
At this rate, they're going to catch up.
Keep them moving.
Keep them moving!
Tell them we're nearly there.
Sierra Tango 619.
This is Outpost Grade Seven.
Sierra Tango, come in.
Me father. Me father.
Look! Look! Helicopter!
Helicopter!
Looks Vietnamese, mate.
Good, that will keep them busy.
Nick?
lt wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was.
lf l'd have listened to him,
none of this would have happened.
l couldn't even bury him properly.
l didn't even give him a decent fucking burial.
Elliott wanted to dedicate his life
to helping other people.
And in the end, he died for them.
Be proud of him.
Miss him... but be proud of him.
l don't know what l'm going to do without him.
l can't stop; l've got to keep going.
-There's so much... -l'm worried about you, here.
l'm worried that something is going to happen to you.
Every day for four years,
every morning, l wake up and l wonder
if you're okay, if you're still alive,
where you are.
Shall l ring down for some room service?
Chocolate cake...
and some air-conditioning.
That'd be lovely.
How did you meet Henry?
l was staring at a Roscoe.
What's that, some sort of dishwasher?
lt was a painting.
l used to work at an art gallery.
And one day, Henry came in.
How old were you?
Too young.
But you stayed together?
Yeah.
We've both known that the marriage has been over
for a long time.
But we stayed together for Jimmy.
You love him very much, don't you?
He's amazing.
l'm going to have to start making plans
to go to New York.
See Elliott's parents, tell them what happened.
How long will you be gone?
l don't know, no idea.
What is this?
What are you doing?
l'm absolutely crazy about you.
l can't stop thinking about you.
You're always in my mind; you're in my heart;
you're in every fucking bit of me.
But l can't go there with you.
l can't do it.
Look at what happens to people around me.
lt's not good.
-l'm not good for you. -That's not true.
Listen, believe me, if l could live this life again,
l would never leave you for a second.
But you belong with your family, and l belong here,
and there's nothing we can do about it.
Because whichever way you look at it,
somebody gets hurt.
One, two, three.
-Oh. -Oops.
Oh!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sarah
Happy birthday to you.
Thank you.
Thank you, baby.
Oh, that was lovely.
Lovely playing, lovely cake.
My playing
was lovelier than his cake.
Mom.
They were both exactly as lovely as each other.
l think you better blow the candles out
before the cake catches fire.
Wait until they do you a candle for each decade, dear.
Then you'll know you're past it.
Didn't forget to make a wish.
Got it.
Oh!
Mom, when are we going to open the presents?
Now.
Many of you know her from her work
with the Elliott Hauser Foundation
for the lnternational Promotion of Human Rights.
ln more recent years however,
she has become an active lobbyist at Whitehall
on issues of asylum and refugee protection.
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure
to introduce our new spokesperson
for the UNHCR in the United Kingdom,
Mrs. Sarah Bauford.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
l feel very nervous to be standing in front of you today.
l also feel very honored.
ln particular, because UNHCR was the organization
to which l was first introduced by my friend Elliott Hauser.
l know that my being offered this post
would have given him enormous pleasure.
Over 50 million people
are refugees or displaced persons in the world today.
And because of closed minds and funding shortfalls,
we are only able to reach half of those in need.
So we rely on our partners,
the network of aid groups blazing a trail across crises,
like El Salvador, Angola,
Chechnya, Sri Lanka...
those NGO's, the non- governmental groups from OXFAM
right down to the smallest outfits
run by people like Elliott and...
...and l pray for those who survive him--
who continue his work--
without certainty or security--
wherever they may be in this world.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
Listen, l travel thousands of miles
to hear my sister give a speech,
l got a backache and jet lag.
What's a taxi ride to the park?
Sorry. Are they angry?
No. They don't care, Sarah.
l think they actually kind of enjoyed it.
''She's nuts'' makes for much better conversation
than ''Nice speech.''
l got a letter from Nick,
and l think he's in trouble.
Why? What did he say?
Nothing, really. Just little things.
Well, where is he?
He's in Chechnya.
He's running some sort of camp.
l'm really not sure.
l need to find him.
So, you have contacts.
You can find out where he is.
So, please?
Sarah, sweetheart, you know as well as l do
that Chechnya is a very dangerous place.
Yes, l can angle a story there, l'm sure.
lf l find out anything, l will let you know. Okay?
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
Perhaps we are all refugees from something,
but l see now there is nothing to fear;
that the world we hold on to, the lives we cherish,
are a part of something greater --something more.
When l look at my children, l see it so clearly--
that hope--
that chance of life--
and l know it's worth fighting for.
''The wedding was a splendid affair.
''Everyone attended--
''the dwarves, and the animals of the forest--
''and there were tears of joy
''and songs of happiness,
''and the prince and the princess
lived happily ever after.''
How does it really end, Mummy?
What do you mean?
What do you think happens, honey?
She wakes up, looks at the prince,
and goes, ''Eww! Boys. Yucky!''
Hello.
Hi, Henry. lt's Charlotte. ls Sarah there?
Charlotte, hi.
Uh... well, she's upstairs with the kids right now.
Can l take a message?
Oh. Okay. Um... Then could you just, uh...
Just let her know that l will call her later, okay?
Well, l can take a message.
Um... well, then, just tell her that l've got some news, uh...
and that l will... l will fax it to her office in the morning.
Okay?
Right. Okay.
Um... l'll pass that on.
Okay. Thanks, Henry. Bye, now.
Bye.
That was Charlotte.
She said, um... she has some news.
She'll fax you at the office.
So this is it, is it?
You kiss the children good-bye, scribble a quick note, and then
sneak off into the night.
Have you any idea how fucking cruel that is?
l'm not sneaking off.
l'm not leaving the children.
You could have talked to me.
l mean, writing a note-- it's, uh...
l just thought it would be easier.
Than what?
Than having this conversation again.
God, this is so...
l should be back by Friday.
Dinners are in the freezer.
Their swimsuits are in the dryer.
They have swimming tomorrow at 4:00.
lt's all in the note.
l want this to be as easy as possible for them.
And we'll talk about this.
We'll talk about everything when l get home.
Sniper!
Oh, God...
This is total carnage,
and not a single western leader has said a thing
about what's going on here.
There's no threats, no criticism,
no fucking comment.
This place might as well not exist.
And now that we're all they have,
they want us to save face for them.
Well, fuck that. They should get off their fucking asses
and get the fuck out here. Shit.
Sorry. l'm still swearing.
Freeze it there.
Can we cut?
Okay.
Roll tape.
Basically, nothing has changed.
People keep saying that everything has changed.
Not from where l'm standing.
Chechnya, Somalia, Cambodia,
Ethiopia-- it's the same shit every time,
and it's just going to go on and on until we stop pretending
that our loyalty ends with the asshole...
You okay?
What do you know?
An English news crew filmed it six days ago.
The sound man is dead, the cameraman is in a coma,
and Nick has disappeared.
We think it's bandits--
Chechens looking for money--
but there's been no ransom demand.
Sarah, l want you to meet Bob Strauss.
He's with the lCRC here.
He's been helping us.
Hi.
No, sit. Sit, please.
So, the, um... net result right now
is we don't know who took Nick.
We don't know if he pissed off
the Russians or the Chechens.
We're pretty sure there was a motive.
What was he doing?
l think you know
he wasn't just a doctor anymore.
He, uh... l'd have to say--
and this is well known--
Nick's activities went quite a way
beyond what you'd call famine relief.
How do we find him?
Well, nobody l've spoken to
has any leads yet.
Can we offer a reward?
Can... can... can we do something?
The best thing for you to do is to stay
in the hotel for a couple of days. Be patient.
No. No.
No.
Sarah.
Sarah, listen to me.
This place, they will take journalists,
Red Cross, anybody.
Don't think for one second that you are immune.
l don't.
Just listen to what Strauss said.
l don't care what Strauss said.
Sarah, l love you.
l want you to be safe. Go home.
l swear to God, l will let you know if we hear anything.
Say it.
What?
Say it.
People disappear here; they don't come back.
l'm not leaving until l find him.
Okay.
Charley?
Who is it?
Mrs. Bauford?
My name is Jan Steiger.
l'm a friend of Nick's.
May l?
We work together.
On and off.
You should move your bed.
lt's too near the window.
Were you working together here?
Yes, in a manner of speaking.
How'd you know where l was?
My sister?
Oh, no, l'm not a journalist, Mrs. Bauford.
l'm more import/export.
Cambodia, we nearly met.
Actually,
Nick mentioned you a few times.
l most certainly would have.
What do you want?
What do you want, Mrs. Bauford?
l want to know where Nick is.
Last l heard,
he was being held in the mountains--
a rebel position,
about five, six miles northeast of here.
Whole area's under heavy Russian shelling now,
but l managed to make radio contact.
They were negotiating, they knew who he was.
But that was yesterday, been nothing since.
Chances are that he's dead.
So why are you telling me this?
l'm curious.
l mean, you come to this shit-hole in hell,
and you think you can find him?
What is it?
ls this... love?
ls that what it is?
Okay, whatever.
You're here.
Now...
if l get him back alive.
l'll lose one less operative.
lf he's dead, he's dead.
Of course l'm not stupid enough to risk my own ass
for some fucked-up big mouth.
But you, you're willing to risk your life for love.
l'll trade with anything, Mrs. Bauford.
Anything at all.
Fine.
What do l do?
l have a friend, a local.
He can get you into the mountains,
but after that, l'm just a spectator.
Love.
l'm looking for Nick Callahan,
the English doctor.
Come.
Five minutes.
Nick?
Nick, it's Sarah.
l'm going to get you out of here.
We're going to get out of here right now.
There's a Red Cross camp on the border.
lt's about four miles west of here.
We can walk it.
Damn it!
Come on, get up. Get up!
Nick, get up!
Nick? Remember?
Remember l wrote to you?
And l told you
you have a daughter.
Anna. You remember?
You're a dad.
And she needs you.
She needs you to get up and walk out of here.
So get up.
Get up, Nick.
That was close.
What?
We need a lot of money to do...
lt won't be hard to track us.
-l can't make it-- go! -You can...
Go, you've got to go. Listen to me.
Listen to me.
They're not going to kill me.
They need me alive.
l'm worth money to them.
lf they get you,
they will rape you, they will kill you.
Y-You've got to go and get help.
Okay. Okay.
Sarah!
Sarah, go!
Go! You can make it.
Go!
What are you...
What are you doing?!
For God's...
Sarah, please!
Stay. Stay.
Go!
l hope when you're reading this letter,
that l'm sitting there next to you
and you're telling me that l'm stupid for writing it,
and crazy for trying to find you.
But how could l not?
lt's you.
All this time, so many years apart...
l've missed you,
but l have never been without you.
l've woken up with you every morning
and gone to sleep with you every night.
You have always been with me.
Your courage, your smile...
your damn stubbornness.
There has never been any distance between us,
and there never will be.
l love you, Nick.
l love you.