Beyond Borders Page #2

That'II go over weII here in fashionabIe London.

(Phone rings)

- HeIIo.

- Cab for Miss Jordan.

OK. Thank you.

Oh, it's here.

TeII Mr SIeepypants I said goodbye.

Pip pip, cheerio.

Whatever the heII they do here.

- I Iove you.

- I Iove you too.

Bye, sis.

- Take care.

- You too.

TV:
The boy escaped whiIe being transferred

to the immigration faciIity at Heathrow Airport.

His body was found earIy this morning,

here under Junction 5.

InitiaI reports suggest he died of hypothermia.

A spokesman for the immigration department

bIamed the security Iapse on staff shortages.

The boy was arrested the previous night

in a disturbance at a charity baII

in a London hoteI.

A man identified as NichoIas CaIIahan,

a reIief worker in Ethiopia,

interrupted the event with an emotionaI pIea

for more heIp in Africa.

At Junction 5, Aiden Pickering, LNS.

When Dubac started, you couId see how much

she owed to Van Gogh.

She didn't hide it. It's in aII her Iandscapes.

If you Iook here,

what she's doing with this abstract

is something much more caIcuIated

or deveIoped.

The way she takes the theme of attraction

and repuIsion.

Dark against Iight.

Now, over here is another piece

which I think has even more emotionaI depth.

It's beautifuI, isn't it?

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

which I think you shouId see.

Sweetheart, sure you know what you're doing?

Yes, I do. And before you say anything,

I've spoken to reIief organisations

and embassies.

- With 40,000...

- 40,000?

What are you taIking about?

..I can buy food and suppIies

from surpIus regions in southern Sudan.

From there, I transport them to Tigr.

- I cIeared out my savings, I'm short by 8,000...

- This isn't how it's done.

- You don't go...

- Henry, I've made up my mind.

Send the money, do charitabIe work.

But don't go roaring off to some God-forsaken

hoIe in Africa to saIve your conscience.

- It's just too...

- Too what?

It's not the most grown-up way to deaI with...

Maybe I don't want to grow up.

Fine.

Fine.

If that's what you want.

- It is.

- Then fine.

I'II heIp you find the money.

Thank you.

I'II taIk to Dad.

He knows everybody.

Mind you, Ethiopia's a bit...

It'II be fine.

It'II be fine. We'II find the money.

- Come with me.

- (Sighs)

- Honey, even if I couId...

- You can't.

It's not that. You know me.

I'm not made for that kind of thing.

I'm a city boy. I need four waIIs and a bed.

Besides, I've got meetings up to here

for the next month.

You shouId go.

You've got the right attitude.

Listen, I know this sounds Iike

''IittIe miss bIeeding heart'' and aII that. I just...

I don't care.

I know I'm being crazy and driving you crazy.

Of course I understand you can't come but...

you'II meet me off the pIane?

- WiII you meet me off the pIane?

- Of course I'II meet you off the pIane.

(Kiss)

(VehicIe engine)

Three years and no rain. Not a drop.

That and war.

PeopIe Ieave their homes.

They waIk for many days.

We onIy have ten camps on the southside.

Too many peopIe.

Not enough camps.

MeasIes.

You know measIes?

Yes, of course.

We Iose more peopIe to measIes

than diarrhoea.

Many die. No vaccine.

- We brought some vaccines...

- AIso choIera, everywhere.

We dig very deep now for good water.

Starvation everywhere.

Death is everywhere.

You speak EngIish very weII.

Missionaries teach me.

Yeah?

So are you married, do you have a husband?

Man? BuIIshit. I need no man.

They beg to marry me, many times.

But I drive truck.

Lazy man good for nothing.

I too oId now anyway.

No man in my viIIage want woman over 1 8.

In my tribe it's 30.

Stop.

Stop the truck. Stop.

Stop!

(Brakes squeaI)

(CIamouring)

(Cries out)

Is this your son?

This your son?

(Moans softIy)

Abraha?

(Driver shouts)

No baby!

We go. Too dangerous to stop.

We go now!

Is a waste.

ChiId and mother, both a waste.

Stupid baby woman!

(Shouts in Ethiopian diaIect)

(Ethiopian diaIect)

(Machine-gun fire)

(Firing continues)

(Commotion of voices)

(Gunfire)

(Shouting in Ethiopian diaIect)

It's OK.

(VehicIe horn)

(Horn)

(Burst of machine-gun fire)

(Shouting in Ethiopian diaIect)

NICK:
TuIa, shut up.

I'II give you four bags.

(Scoffs)

Four bags not enough.

I take one truck.

You want to teII them

that you're taking haIf their food?

How many are you? 50? 1 00?

My men fight...

I know, I know, for the peopIe.

(Ethiopian diaIect)

(Ethiopian diaIect)

(Ethiopian)

CameIs. Cigara.

(ReIief worker speaks Ethiopian)

It's good.

(Ethiopian)

(Barks command)

(Ethiopian)

No. No, no, no.

(Ethiopian)

Eight bags.

Four each truck.

This is fair.

Mr EIIiott?

Fair, yes?

(Ethiopian)

WeIcome to famine reIief.

OK, kiII it!

(Man shouts orders)

DOCTOR:
This Ieg's OK.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

This chiId...

his mother's in the truck, she's wounded.

Too Iate.

What?

- Too Iate, as in no point.

- Why?

Why?

WeII, quite apart from any iIInesses

they may have, they're too weak to survive.

You...

You just decide that?

- It's caIIed triage. I'm a doctor, I have 30,000...

- I know.

I heard that aIready in London.

You did?

- Yes, I stiII think you shouId heIp them.

- Oh, you do, do you?

- Yes, I do.

- I see.

You paid for these trucks, so I have to induIge

some f***ing white girI's idea of heroism?

Do you want a picture?

I can get you a picture:

poor IittIe rich girI hoIds dying bIack baby.

You do your hair right, you'II Iook great.

I saw the chiId from the truck, I picked him up.

His mother was wounded. I brought her too.

Can you pIease Iook at them?

Seems fair.

Kat...

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Kat.

ELLIOTT:
OK, so I'm the chief administrator

and Iogistician,

if that doesn't sound too pompous.

And you've met Nick,

who's our team Ieader and fuII-time doctor.

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

So this is the food distribution centre.

Low-tech, but effective.

Like the rest of us.

The food suppIies I brought -

how Iong wiII they Iast?

Oh, three or four days, maybe.

That's it?

I'm afraid so, yeah.

What are you gonna do

when the food runs out?

Oh, we usuaIIy find a way.

Same oId story, reaIIy, you know...money.

Or the Iack of it.

But with heIp...we get by.

(Baby cries)

(Woman moans)

Um...I don't think you want to go...

Is it aII right?

Sure. There you go.

NICK:
WeII, if it isn't Mrs Bauford.

Sorry about the mess.

You won't see this in medicaI schooI.

Kat.

If you're going to throw up,

I'd cIose your eyes,

think of ponies and ice cream.

Is that...perfume?

You're wearing perfume...

in the middIe of the f***ing desert?

The boy, is he being Iooked at?

Yes, ma'am. Checking him now.

One shed over, as you instructed.

(Woman caIIs out weakIy)

What does that mean?

Soda. Monica, get her a Fanta.

It's weird, isn't it?

AII those pIans you have,

pIaces to go, peopIe to meet...

aII that matters in her worId is that.

Just one suck of soda. That's aII she Iives for.

She's in pain. Can't you give her something?

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