In The Land Of Blood And Honey Page #3

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My mother is a Serb.

Well, I didn't mean Serbs.

I meant Chetnik Serbs.

There is a difference.

We have to do something.

Think again.

Anyone have any ideas?

If we get you

inside, you can help.

Guys, we're surrounded.

Please be careful.

It's up to us to do it.

No one will help us.

They have surrounded us.

We have to do something.

We need some information.

I don't know.

Will you help us?

I can try.

We have to figure out how to...

Are you sure?

Of course I want to help.

How will you contact us?

Think about it.

- Where should I be?

- At the water point.

We need...

Please watch yourself.

Be smart.

Ajla, don't worry.

Be careful.

I'm always careful.

Be cautious.

Yes, I Will.

Come on, Bosnian.

Tell me a joke.

No, I don't know any.

Yes, you do.

They caught him in the convoy.

He said he's got information

on hideouts and sniper points.

You're a good guy.

Let me talk to him.

First and last name.

Tarik Paho.

What is your occupation?

What was your occupation

before the war?

I was an assistant baker.

Erlagich.

You had the best rolls in town.

Sir.

I can be of great help to you.

I worked as a spy for them.

And now you're gonna

spy for us?

I know where they moved the

army of Bosnia and Herzegovina.

If you give me a map,

I will show you.

Okay. Might as well try.

He's not going anywhere.

That's a nice painting.

Looks like a friend of mine.

And I know her sister.

She's the one who painted it.

Okay.

Show me.

Here.

Here, they have been deployed.

Aco, bring me that painter.

I want to have my portrait done.

Why are you f***ing with us?

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where is she?

I don't know.

That's her.

Right there.

I was so happy

to see you alive.

Last time I saw you,

I couldn't get you to leave.

Was I wrong to assume

you wanted to be with me?

No.

Don't be afraid of me.

Good morning, Ajla.

And what do your men think of you

bringing a Muslim breakfast?

You worry about me.

Am I your prisoner?

You're a prisoner only if

you don't want to be here.

You are my official

painter now.

Am I?

Yes, you are.

Then I have nothing to fear.

A pear.

Probably the last pear

in all of Bosnia.

Enjoy it.

The room at the far end.

Do you know where to go?

Yes, sir.

Don't.

You look like a pirate.

Winter 1994.

Just yesterday these Muslims

killed 47 people. Civilians.

Those motherfuckers

will pay for this.

I swear.

This is going to be

the last winter of the war.

We now control more than

By springtime, we

will finish our work,

and there will be

peace in Bosnia.

Danijel is a good boy.

He grew up into a real man.

Strong.

His men love him.

Just...

He's been keeping

a girl for too long.

A Muslim girl.

I don't know, maybe it's not true.

People like to talk...

They say he doesn't

let anyone near her.

I'll gather the men.

Wine.

Is it your birthday?

No.

Is it yours?

No.

When is your birthday?

End of November.

Yours?

May 11th.

I missed it, then.

We now control more than

I'm not sure how I'm

supposed to feel about that.

I'm sorry.

You were at the camp today.

How do you know?

I heard your men

talking in the courtyard.

What is it like there?

Is it the way I imagine it?

It's worse.

Camps are the worst

part of war.

Nobody can deny that.

Why aren't you eating?

Come on, eat.

Look how skinny you are.

What's wrong?

What is going on, Ajla?

Sometimes I feel so much guilt

for being here with you.

Come on. It really

doesn't matter.

It would make no difference if

you were out there with them.

But I don't have to sleep

with their murderer.

You think your people

don't kill, huh?

You think you're better?

Innocent?

You know nothing about my war.

Nothing.

Just so you know,

you started the war.

And I'm the monster now?

I didn't mean it.

Then what did you mean?

You are afraid of me now.

Let's dance.

Excuse me?

Let's dance.

You're crazy.

Am I?

You're there lying alone

and I'm here dancing.

Who's the crazy one, then?

Get dressed.

Did you paint this?

Yes.

Paint my portrait.

Name?

Ajla.

Surname?

Ekmecic.

Age?

Are you married?

No.

You have gentle hands.

Lady's hands.

My mother's hands

were rough and cracked.

Always black from the

earth she had to work,

so that Muslim ladies

could wear silk dresses.

She had to feed seven children.

She was in the field

that morning when they came.

August '44.

With her three older sons,

and my sister, Milica,

four years old.

I was the youngest.

My grandmother had taken me

and two of my brothers

to the side of the mountain

to look after the cows.

Thirteenth Handzar Division,

full of Turks and Ustashas,

was passing by.

They found a woman

with children in the field,

and they killed them all.

They slaughtered them.

And left them to rot.

Half of my village

was killed that day.

Your hands are white.

My grandfather was a Partisan.

I was raised to know no difference

between Serbs, Croats and Muslims.

Yeah.

Some of you were.

Clear your desk.

You and your driving.

Cold, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

It's an old truck, captain.

We need a new one.

A better one.

Yeah, it could be a Red Cross

truck so no one shoots at us.

An ambulance?

Stop f***ing around.

Captain?

You need to sign this.

What is it?

Do you have a pen?

Wait.

Come on.

Here it is.

Give it to me.

Thank you.

Hey, boss.

Open the door!

Open the door now!

You.

What did you do?

What did you do?

You brought me here!

What did you do?

You did this!

What did I do?

Your father did...

Liar!

What did you do?

You're lying, you b*tch!

You're lying!

Your father!

He let him in!

No, he didn't!

You're lying, you b*tch!

You're lying!

How was she?

Good.

What do you see

in our future, Petar?

See these buildings there?

Yeah.

We'll wait for the fire to go

out, and then we'll clear it.

Start afresh.

Maybe we could...

Get out.

Knock before you enter the

room of a commanding officer.

Do you hear me?

Your mother would turn in her grave

if she knew what you're doing.

You think it's all right

to be with a Muslim whore?

Do you think it's all right?

Danijel.

Danijel.

Son, get rid of her.

That's not for you.

Trust me.

That's bad blood.

Danijel.

We must get rid of them.

Do you hear me?

Get rid of her, son.

Do you hear me?

Let me deal with this on my own.

On my own.

Don't!

Nebojsa.

My friend!

We are the same.

We're all Bosnians!

Nebojsa, I know you!

I should be able to trust you.

Did I make a mistake?

No.

I'm afraid I did.

Are you my enemy?

No.

Am I your enemy?

No.

Why weren't you born a Serb?

In other news...

Summer 1995

...at the United Nations today, the U.

S. Ambassador, Madeleine Albright

presented evidence of mass graves

near the Bosnian town of Srebrenica.

Albright says the satellite photos support

allegations that the Serb forces,

who captured the area

last month,

systematically executed the Muslim men

and boys who came into their custody.

The Red Cross claims at least

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