Carla's Song Page #6

This is here, all right?

They came in here right over

there between those sandbags.

These are the two targets.

Sh*t, you don't need to look at this.

It's right in front of you,

what's left of the school,

what's left of the

healthcare centre.

Military targets...

The CIA, kid,

runs this whole show.

They run the whole

f***in' thing.

There is no Contras,

there is no war without 'em.

You tell me what happened to Carla.

Did they rape her?

- No.

- Did they?

No.

When he was lying there...

paralysed and choking on

what was left of his tongue...

We're talking about Antonio, OK?

They poured acid

all over his face.

- Oh, Jesus.

- George, George, George, George.

George, listen to me.

You know who watched

all of this, don't you?

Oh, f***.

God.

Oh, Jesus, f***.

Is, er, Carla...?

Carla's left for Esperanza,

to see Antonio.

Carla?

She's here?

I was surprised to see you,

I thought you'd left already.

- F***, she's no' here, Carla?

- She's gone.

- Antonio?

- Antonio.

Oh, sh*t.

Anyway,

she left a letter for you.

- Carla?

- S. In case you come back.

OK.

OK.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm really sorry about what

happened between you two...

She's not right. She's no' well.

I need to find her. Thank you.

I hope it all goes well for you.

Hey, Bradley!

Bradley!

You need to help me, man.

She's in Esperanza.

She's gonna f***in'

do herself in.

- George, what is this?

- Carla went to Esperanza to see Antonio.

- She's gonna kill herself. I need

your Jeep. - It's busted. I told you.

Piss!

F***in' bus...

- Jesus.

- Hey, George! George!

George, what the f*** are you doing?

What are you doing?

Kid!

Hey, hold on!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come on, you f***er, move.

George, second house on the left. My place

is at the end, that's where Antonio is.

- OK.

- OK.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you OK?

Do you remember these?

"This song... is special to us.

Altogether ask what's that.

I touch him once.

Just once. "

OK.

Come on.

Come with me.

- Please.

- You have to go yourself.

Come on.

Hey, wee man.

Perfecto-f***ing-mente.

Uh, she wanted

you to have this.

Aye.

So er... what did you do?

CIA, Juticalpa, '81 to '84,

Honduras. You?

Bus driver, double-deckers,

number 72, Glasgow.

All this stuff, man,

it's hard to believe, eh?

Hard to believe, George.

Ah, parting gift.

Hey, Bradley.

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