Blood Diamond Page #6

didn't even know we were at war.

We thought we were

fighting Communism...

...but in the end, it was all about

who gets what, you know?

Ivory, oil, gold:

Diamonds.

So one day I decided,

"F*** it," you know?

"I'm gonna get mine."

You gonna steal his diamond?

That diamond is my ticket

out of this godforsaken continent.

That doesn't answer the question.

My dad came home

from the war in '69.

And it took him...

...about 20 years to get right.

What?

You Americans love to talk

about your feelings, huh?

So, what does that mean?

What does that mean?

- Got a thing for messed-up vets now?

- Shut up.

You lost both your parents.

That's a polite way

of putting it, yeah.

Mom was raped and shot...

...and Dad was decapitated

and hung from a hook in the barn.

I was 9.

Boohoo, right?

Sometimes I wonder...

...will God ever forgive us

for what we've done to each other?

Then I look around and I realize...

...God left this place a long time ago.

It's...

What's the point, huh?

Oh, sh*t. Keep moving, huh?

- What?

- Drive at them. They'll panic.

Do you know where the word

"infantry" comes from?

It means "child soldier."

They are just children.

- Stop! Stop! RUF on the road!

- Hi. Hello. Hello.

Hello, little brothers.

- RUF on the road!

- Yeah, yeah. What is your names?

I'm Dead Body.

Who is this motherf***er?

We are teachers on our way to Kono.

Only RUF on the road.

- RUF only!

- Yes, yes, I understand that.

- Only RUF!

- But son, this is--

Don't move! Don't move! F***.

Jesus Christ! Maddy, press your hand

against the exit wound there, huh?

- Got it.

- Keep it there, huh?

Whatever you do,

don't talk, all right?

Is there any wine left in that jug?

- Here.

- Pour it all over everything, huh?

The colonel's gonna have a medic

at the airstrip in Kono.

- How far is it?

- You said not to talk.

A comedian, huh?

- How's his pulse?

- I can feel it sometimes.

- Hold it right there.

- Stop.

Papers, please.

Excuse me.

I was just trying

to keep pressure on the wound.

- He's lost a lot of blood.

- You'll be all right, huh?

Will you?

I'll check on him in the tent

in a little bit. Thank you.

Hey.

Look who's alive, eh?

I told the H you'd be back.

I'm afraid we're evacuating

all non-military personnel, miss.

Transport touches down at 1600.

She's with me, all right?

No exceptions, pal. This is gonna be ugly.

Colonel doesn't want an audience.

Is I.R.'s presence here

known to other African nations?

- She's with you?

- Yeah.

Come on. The colonel's this way.

Give me a minute, huh?

We block their escape

by blowing the bridge.

That's correct.

You made it out. Well done.

Negative, Kilo Foxtrot, stand by.

- Colonel, sir.

- So must be real, then.

The pink.

Well, you're part

of this operation now.

First we snuff everything that moves

out there, then we find your diamond.

Colonel?

Go get kitted. Yes?

Move, move, move!

- Go get your kit.

- Will do, chum. Will do.

It's go time, all right?

Meet me behind the tents.

How's Benjamin?

They say he'll live.

Good. Good.

Listen, Maddy...

...I need you to do me one last favor.

Yeah?

Tell that guard

you wanna put him...

...on the cover of Soldier of Fortune

magazine for me.

You're going in.

You and Solomon.

You're going in now.

Your plane leaves

in a few minutes, huh?

You're an idiot.

- What if I wanted to go in with you?

- I'd say no.

- What if I insist?

- I'd insist back.

It's my story.

Your story is Van De Kaap, all right?

That stone is mine.

I'm not leaving here without it,

you understand?

Please, just give me two minutes.

Yeah.

- Hello.

- Hi.

My name is Maddy Bowen.

I'm with Vital Affairs magazine.

I was wondering

if I could ask you a few questions.

Well, that depends what they are.

Oh, I see you're familiar

with our devious ways, aren't you?

Okay, so I'll start

with something simple.

And before that you were with

the South African Defense--?

- Defense Force, correct.

- Of course.

And was that with Colonel Coetzee?

Were you in Angola?

Angola, yeah.

That is all I really need to know.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Thank you, huh?

Just keeping my end of the deal.

Good luck to you, Solomon.

Okay.

- I hope you find what you're looking for.

- Thank you for all you have done.

- Listen, I--

- No, you listen.

In another life maybe, all right?

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah.

You find yourself a good man,

all right, Maddy?

You know, I've got three sisters.

They're all married to good men.

I prefer my life.

Here is my office phone...

...home phone, cellphone.

I'm used to being pursued,

but what the heck.

You better get on that plane, huh?

You should get on that plane.

So should you.

You gonna call me?

Soon as I'm near a phone, yeah.

Yeah, right.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

Oh, sh*t.

Nabil? Yeah, I'll call you

when we get closer, all right?

You keep me posted. Right.

All right. I set the pace, huh?

Two-hour marches, five-minute breaks.

If I hold my hand up like this, you stop.

If I point to the dirt, you lie flat.

If I say go, you move like your life

depended on it. Understood?

- Yes, boss.

- Come on.

Tell me about the stone.

Is it clear or is it milky?

Clear.

And the color, is it strong?

Does it hold the light?

It is as you say.

- About the size of a bird's egg?

- Yes.

One hundred carats.

Come on, let's pick up the pace.

Dia!

Stop the truck!

I thought it was Dia.

Wake up.

Don't worry, they're gone, huh?

You know, I once had this buddy...

...named Mabhoko.

We used to hunt bush meat

together as kids, huh?

Baboons.

Baboons, they were

the hardest to catch. They're...

They're cunning.

Cunning creatures.

Fast, strong.

Got good eyesight.

We would always find them

by the smell of their sh*t.

And that's how we learned to track

your black terrorists in Angola, huh?

By the smell of your sh*t.

It's not...

It's not the same as a baboon's.

But, you know, after you skin it...

...the flesh of a baboon...

...isn't that much different

than a man's, you know.

I'll tell you, I can track anything.

You risk my life like that again...

...and I'll peel your face

back off your head.

Do you understand?

Make us a fire.

What'd he say?

We are going the right way.

Hold up there, my man.

It's this way, huh?

Where do you think you are going?

Stop!

I said, stop!

He is not down there, all right?

All right. You're gonna need

some of that old discipline, huh?

Now you listen here, my boy,

and you listen well.

You are not going down there.

Are we clear?

You are not the master.

Right now, that is exactly what I am,

and you'd better remember it, Kaffir!

Don't you f***ing move, huh?

Don't you move. Don't you move, huh?

- My son is there!

- Your son is gone!

- He is alive!

- He's gone!

He's alive! He's there

with those crazy people!

I am his father! His father!

I should have protected him!

I must go find him.

I cannot live without knowing!

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