Salt and Fire

Please, you must

drink some tea.

Here. Take it off.

Here.

Could you move your head forward

please?

A little.

There we go.

Nice meeting you again.

I demand to be set free.

Now... now!

Please drink.

No, thank you.

It may taste strange,

even bitter,

but it will help you adapt

to the altitude.

I do not care.

The tea is brewed

from Coca leaves, that is it.

I want my handcuffs removed.

You have scratched one of

my men and bitten another.

I am proud of that.

Well, that is why

you are wearing handcuffs!

Can I take them off now?

Look at me!

Look at me.

Can I take them off now?

Yes, you can!

Please put the cup down.

Put the cup down.

Your hands...

Ah! Ah!

Is that better?

I demand an explanation.

Everything will fall

into place.

When will I get

my passport back?

I'm not sure.

When will I be able to leave?

Of that, too, I am unsure.

I'm hungry.

I haven't eaten

since I was on the plane.

30 hours ago.

Thank you.

Here.

Please, take the tablecloth.

Thanks.

Would you like me to get you

something else?

No, I get terribly jet-lagged

when I eat too much

on overnight flights.

Just leave me

the apple juice, please.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Sweetheart.

Can I have another

glass of champagne, please?

Your fourth?

I like that you keep count

on what's good for me.

And another glass for

my most attractive companion.

Professor sommerfeld.

L-a-u-r-a sommerfeld.

Merci.

Let's celebrate.

Celebrate what?

Can we get another glass

for Dr. meier,

who's right there,

across the isle?

We are all on the same...

Journey together.

We need to warm up

for the journey ahead.

Make mine a double bourbon.

Straight, no ice.

And, uh, what, if I may ask,

is your joyful party all about?

We are a scientific delegation.

Ah.

She's professor

Laura sommerfeld,

our fearless leader.

We come

with the united nations.

To look into

an ecological disaster.

The diablo blanco

disaster.

Diablo blanco?

I hadn't heard of that.

Diablo blanco will soon be

a household name.

Dr. cavani.

Fabio.

You can call me fabio.

Sorry.

Is there anyway

i could change seats?

I am so sorry.

The plane is completely full.

I'm so sorry I can't help.

Professor sommerfeld.

Sleep well.

Call me Laura.

What's the local time?

- I don't know.

- Let me do it for you.

Thank you.

What's our greeter's name?

Helmholtz.

He's from

the ministry of agriculture

and the environment,

and he's coming

with two people, um...

...which, uh...

Uh...

I can't seem to read this.

It's...

It's my own handwriting. I...

I don't even understand it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hm, no. No signal.

Mine's dead, too.

We will ask them to provide us

with local phones.

You know but, my apps

can become very useful.

Such as?

My diary.

April 14th...

Arrivals hall,

immigration line.

The line is, uh...

...lethargic.

It's, uh, listless...

...torpid...

...moribund.

I think I put that quite well,

didn't I?

Right?

And, uh, we're waiting.

And staring.

Staring.

People staring at us.

As if they were competing

for the world championship

of slow looks.

Dr, meier,

why are they staring at us?

When I stare back at them,

they don't look away.

where is my luggage?

Mine is not coming out either.

Oh, f***, I forgot

to pack my toothbrush.

I didn't bring

a toothbrush with me.

Mierda.

No? Bueno.

Gracias.

Let's just go.

Yeah.

It happens.

well...

I'm sure they'll come

any minute now.

Sure thing. Oh, yeah.

Where are they?

You confirmed

our arrival plans, cavani?

Right?

Right-o! Yeah.

I did.

Shall I check at the curb?

No, no, no.

Let's stick together.

Someone will show up

sooner or later.

Hello, hello.

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's me. Welcome.

Oh, professor sommerfeld.

Welcome, welcome.

Hello!

- Doctor cavani, welcome.

- Yes.

You must be Dr. meier.

Welcome to you, too, sir.

Welcome.

Did you have a good flight?

Yeah. Good.

We are just

a little bit jet-lagged.

Of course, I can understand.

Oh, I'm sorry,

i haven't introduced myself.

I am aristides

from the ministry.

Aristides?

Yes. Aristides.

Now...

...the minister

and his group apologize.

There has been

a change of plans.

The minister is already

in oruro,

and he asks that you

take his plane directly there.

"Forgive us, kind gentlemen,

but we are forced to meet you

in oruro later today."

The letterhead

says internal security.

Isn't our liaison

the minister of agriculture

and the environment?

Oh, there's been a mistake.

This shouldn't be here.

A mistake?

Yes. This is a mistake. Uh...

Uh...

I wasn't supposed

to let you know,

but I am obliged to now.

The minister is, in fact,

also associated with

the security establishment.

It shows

his increasing importance

within the government.

But we don't

have our luggage yet.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Don't worry about anything.

My boys will take care

of everything.

In fact, they'll see you

through security.

No inspections, no passports.

I just need your luggage tags

and we'll have your luggage

taken directly to the plane.

Great.

Sounds like a treat.

Okay. Let's go.

I'm afraid

I'll have to leave you here.

- And our luggage?

- It's already loaded.

How did you load it so quickly?

This isn't a German airport

or New York.

We are much more efficient.

It's just my instruments.

I don't care about my shirts,

but my equipment.

Let us worry about all that.

Bon voyage.

Please, come aboard.

I'm kind of hungry.

My apologies.

I ate half.

Thank you.

"For one, too much.

For all, too little."

Sounds familiar.

Who said that?

Alexander the great.

One day his army

was perishing from thirst...

...and a foot soldier came by

with a helmet

filled with water

he had collected drop by drop

for weeks.

He gave it to Alexander,

who spilled it on the floor.

And he had said that.

He said, "for one, too much.

For all, too little."

It's not going to be easy

out there.

As long as I have my equipment

everything will be fine.

As long as we have some

pasta al dente

and some white truffles...

...and a buxom wench

serving wine.

And some vineyards

in the mountains...

...and the lusty cheers

of the vintners...

Cavani, you are a poet.

...everything will be fine.

Please come out.

What is this?

Who are these men?

I am not going to get out here.

Where-where is the minister?

Please. Please step out.

Ay. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no,

no, no no.

What is this?

You are under our protection.

We have a security problem.

Who are you?

- I know who I am.

- Who sent you?

I'm not gonna tell you.

I am professor sommerfeld

and leader of this delegation.

We are under the protection

of the government.

Yes, yes. And?

And we are under the protection

of the united nations.

I know, I know, I know.

Come outside, please.

We have cars waiting for you.

Hey, and our luggage?

Hey... don't touch me.

I'm not going.

I'll stay here!

I'm not going with you!

Don't touch me!

You are my prisoners!

All of you are my prisoners!

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