5 Days of War

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Based on actual events

More than 500 war reporters|were killed in the last decade.

This film is dedicated to their memory.

Iraq - 2007

He can't talk, so he just films things.

Yeah, basically.

He's even named his camera Dave,|which I find kind of sad.

And we're taping.

Anders. Miriam.

Say hello to the folks at home.

Say, "Greetings from hell."|Come on, guys.

What are you doing back there?|Planning a date?

We're speculating about al-Safi's|motives on giving us this interview.

Yeah. Let's talk about something|that really interests people.

Like sex.

Sebastian, you are|such a f***ing pervert!

Why don't you turn that off, and|save the battery for the real stuff?

- Yeah, stop filming us!|- This is the real stuff.

People don't care about boring old war.

They need something juicy|to break away from "American Idol".

Like emergency sex among reporters.

Anders, would you care to explain|that concept to TV audiences?

Why don't you explain it?

You can explain the emergency|sex you have at night,

alone with the internet, you know.

Cos we don't want our sex lives|on your emergency sex show.

Whoa there, missy!|Did you just say, "Our sex lives"?

Ah, does that mean you guys|are finally doing it?

When we get home we're gonna have a talk

about your lack|of journalistic standards, OK?

You'll be severely disciplined.

- I see something.|- Where?

- I see someone on the road!|- I don't see anything!

F***! F***! F***!

F***! Jesus! Shut the door!

- Is everyone all right?|- Yeah! Get down!

Get this car in reverse!

Back off! Get us out of here! Press!

Press!

Put the car in reverse!

Move it, motherf***er,|or we're all dead!

Get us the f*** out of here!

- Are you all right?|- Yeah. I think the vest caught it.

Is she OK? Is it bad?

She's been hit through the side!|She's bleeding pretty bad!

Stay with me! You stay with me!

You keep listening to me! You keep|listening to me! Say my name!

- Oh, sh*t!|- You're gonna be OK. I got you.

Get us the f*** out of here!

We're gonna get you out of here, OK?|Just stay with me!

- F***!|- Jesus!

Don't you go...|Don't you go anywhere! Miriam!

F***!

Miriam!

Defensive positions!

Hey, you have to help her first, OK?

Call for medevac! Two urgent surgicals!

Let's go! Come on!

- Where are you guys from?|- Georgia! Coalition forces!

Look out! RPG at 12 o'clock!

This saved my life once.

Los Angeles - One year later

These days,

has continued to escalate,

to peace in our region.

where violence harms everyone.

the Russian Federation,

and the people of Georgia,

let's return to the negotiating table.

Mikheil Saakashvili,

his country closer to the West.

has already sent troops

in Iraq and Afghanistan,

in both NATO and the EU.

aspiration to integrate with the West

Russia's desire to regain influence

of the Soviet Union,

Russia's leader, Vladimir Putin,

catastrophe of the 20th century.

So, what's going on?

There's no one here.

but me Zoe and Stilton.

a police truck, got lit up.

under fire on the border.

That's the border...

with South Ossetia.

backed by the Russians.

Both sides have had peacekeepers here

in the early 90s.

No one'll f***ing insure me.|I can't.

I got a special reputation|after Iraq and...

Apparently, I was a loose cannon before.

- You are a loose cannon.|- Thanks.

Listen, I don't care what you do.

and get over here.

I know Sebastian's ready|to rock and roll.

I will dance for you!

Tbilisi, Georgia - August 6, 2008

It looks nice.

Then again most places do|before war tears 'em up.

In the end they all look the same.|And the world barely blinks.

There's that cheer I was missing!

I'm just laying out the facts.

There could be genocides|on five continents,

people don't give a f***.

God forbid their cable goes out, though.

So what's Russia's|big beef here, then?

They just don't want|to see this place go west?

It may have more to do|with the oil pipeline here.

It goes direct to Europe which makes|the Russian pipe irrelevant.

They're also playing tug-of-war|with a couple of Georgian provinces.

- Welcome to Cold War, the sequel.|- Exactly!

Wanna give Dutchman a call?|See where the others are at.

Yeah.

And with Wolf Blitzer,

I think you should mention|the shelling of the villages...

Mr President,|your cabinet members are here.

- Would you like me to go?|- No. Please stay.

Gentlemen, you all know Chris,|my US press adviser.

- Hello.|- Yes, please come in.

- Good morning.|- Come in. Tell me news.

Mr President, the latest intelligence

indicates the separatists are firing|from the Russian positions,

using their peacekeepers as shields.

That can only mean willing cooperation.

That could be another attempt|to draw us into wider hostilities.

- Just like in '04.|- We believe this to be different.

Russian fighter planes and tanks|are moving towards the conflict zone.

A Russian fleet in the Black Sea|is also on the move.

So you all believe war is certain?

We... we pray not.

But the Ossetians, they are refusing|all our efforts in diplomacy.

Our troops are|at their lowest level of readiness.

Several ministers|are also out of the country.

We have no contingency plan...

We'll call them back.|Yes, call them back. Everyone.

And I want no response yet|to these provocations. Understood?

The question is what do you wipe|your arse with in Tajikistan?

There is no toilet paper anywhere.|Ever.

There's no newspaper, no leaves|on the trees. I had the runs!

I had to slide along the grass,|wipe my arse like a dog.

That's a lovely visual, Stilton.

That's why I drink whisky, my dear.

Whatever it is, tummy bugs,|even memories, this kills it.

- Cheers.|- Cheers.

This stuff has put more experienced|drinkers than you in a coma.

Don't worry about this man, Zoe.

He can drink anyone under the table.|Yours truly excepted.

You got pretty f***ed up in Bosnia.

- Me? Never!|- Most definitely.

- Never! You were in Bosnia, too?|- See what I mean?

- What were you? 12?|- 19.

Everything's easier in a miniskirt.

Speaking from personal experience,|are you, Stilton?

Bosnia's pretty f***ed up.

Not as bad as Rwanda, though.

Families hacked and stacked in churches.

Imagine the attention that would|have got if they'd had oil there.

Yeah, war is like|an old toothless whore.

- Dutchman!|- Disgusting mainly. But then...

Every now and again...

...she gives it to you|like nobody's business.

I mean, special.

The old whore!

Oh, yes, Mommy!

- So, you guys got a... a plan yet?|- We're trying to get hold of Rezo.

Captain Avaliani.|You know, my guy from Iraq?

Thought he might have some leads.

But so far all we know|is his unit's back.

Well, let me know.|I got a guy in Variani.

He can hook you up with a guy|if you need it.

- Where you headed?|- Tskhinvali.

- What?|- What?

My dear chaps,|that's the separatists' capital.

I just go where the man tells me,|and point the camera.

OK. All set.

Dutchmars guy will meet us|near the village square at midnight.

Oh, God!

What do they put in this sh*t here?|Maybe I'm just getting old.

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