Savior

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Christian, how are you, son?

Good. You missed mass, Papa.

I don't go for that religious stuff.

Don't you believe in God?

You don't have to go to church

to believe in God.

God is everywhere. He's inside you.

He's in me. He's in Mommy.

Even in bad people?

Yeah, even in bad people.

So what's with you?

Nothing.

Always late!

Ambassador called.

I'm sorry. We can still go.

-Where we going?

-The movies.

The movies?

Which one, huh?

Go get us a paper, and while you're

at it, get yourself a woman.

We'll make it, just like I promised.

You promise him a lot of things.

I have to work.

Let's just have fun, huh?

Here's your newspaper, Papa.

And the woman said

she needed more money.

Hey, Chris!

Peter!

-How are you?

-Good.

Good to see you.

Maria.

So what are you guys up to?

Going to the movies.

Don't get mad now, but I gotta borrow

your father for a couple of hours.

-What?

-We gotta get back. We got an alert.

It's a bomb threat.

Some Muslim fundamentalist group.

Again?

Sh*t.

Well, colonel's orders.

Behave.

All right.

I'm really sorry I can't take you

to the movies. We'll go tomorrow.

No, you can't do that.

You promised him.

It's an emergency. I have to go.

Why?

I have to.

I'm really sorry.

Take care.

See you later.

Come here.

Maybe you should take a week off.

I could use it.

I know she could use it.

Call for ambulances!

Yes, sir!

Maria!

Maria!

Oh, God! God! God!

Somebody! Help!

Christian!

Help! Somebody! Help!

God!

All right, Josh.

The plane's ready

for transport to Dover.

May we?

We'll get them, Josh.

We'll track them down.

"Track them down"? Bullshit.

Just walk down the street

to the nearest mosque.

Look, Josh. I know this

is a bad time for you.

Let us investigate.

We'll find these people.

They'll be brought to justice.

I'll meet you at the airport.

Carry on, sergeant.

Where you going?

For a walk.

Gentlemen, you lost

your name, your passports...

...your bank accounts,

your right to get married.

But we will give you new name...

...date of birth

and a second chance.

Above all...

...a family.

Don't forget, gentlemen.

A family!

But if any of you doesn't function...

...the whole family does not function.

We fight for no country...

...no flag...

...or political boss.

We fight for honour...

...our fellow soldiers.

We never leave our dead

or wounded behind.

We...

...respect our enemy.

We fight...

...anywhere in the world.

We have no home.

The Foreign Legion

is our home, gentlemen!

Watch it. They look real dangerous.

Scary.

What a f***ing job.

I'm glad we're not re-enlisting.

Six years in the Legion.

That's enough.

But what we gonna do?

I mean...

...I'd like to find a war where

I fight for something I believe in.

You wanna hate the guys you pop?

Yeah, it'd be nice for a change.

Look what I found, man.

Good grass.

Let's roll a huge bomber.

Not for me.

Well, I need one.

This war sucks, man.

Stop thinking about it.

I'm getting out of here.

What are you gonna do?

Sell used f***ing cars...

...until somebody finds out

who you are?

Open a butcher shop.

Don't do it.

Just don't do it.

Hey, you've done nothing wrong here.

Well, it feels like I did.

I'm getting out.

I'll miss you, man.

Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Don't you ever get bored up there?

What do you want?

Haven't you heard, man?

They called a truce.

We have to go back to my village

to pick up prisoners for exchange.

Exchange?

Yeah, man, exchange with Muslims.

They captured some of ours a year ago.

Now they wanna get rid of them.

Give me a minute.

Hurry up, man. Hurry up.

I wanna take a look around here

for rats before we go to exchange.

-I thought there was a truce.

-Don't be so naive, man.

Truce is the best time to chase rats.

Just give me a hand. All right?

Hey, Keith!

Keith, everything okay?

It's me, man. I'm coming.

Don't shoot!

Anything for you?

What's the matter with you?

You became emotional?

Don't like the mess?

Nice legs.

Someone did our job already.

You know what she said?

She said she likes you. You know?

She said she needs a man like you

to make her feel young again.

Let's go, Goran.

Didn't she?

I saw you looking at her, you know.

I saw you.

But I like the younger one.

Like this one.

It's a shame she's dead.

Why did you do that?

She's just an old Muslim b*tch.

Let her bleed to death.

Nice and quiet.

A perfect week.

You're French?

American. I lived in France.

You ever see...

...9-0-2-1-0?

What?

Beverly Hills 9-0-2-1-0.

Wacky show.

Take a look.

See this? It's Luke Perry.

You know the guy?

I should, like, grow these....

How do you call these...?

Sideburns?

Yeah, sideburns.

Can you imagine me?

Brand-new partner

with brand-new sideburns.

You ought to go to Hollywood.

I don't think they'd like a Serb

student in Beverly Hills High School.

So lived in France?

Why did you come over here?

Not many Western men here for Serbs,

you know.

Most of them think we are

the bad guys.

It's good to have someone like you

to see what's going on here.

We just fight for our land.

That's all.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing?!

Hold your fire.

We got a kid on the bridge.

F*** the captain's orders.

We're not gonna shoot kids.

We're not turning into

baby-killers, are we?

What a f***ing crazy kid.

It's a girl, man.

She's sure got balls.

Chewing gum?

Don't be afraid.

What the f*** do you think

you're doing? What the f***?

Is that what you call a truce?

Is that what you call a truce?

Motherfuckers!

They betrayed us!

Where are you going?

See her?

She's the daughter of a

Muslim bastard my father worked for.

Many years worked hard,

but never was paid good.

Then I saw her in prison camp

and I f***ed her many times.

You know what she said?

She said I was the best she ever had.

And everybody had her.

-They f*** your women too, you know.

-That's sh*t!

Our women are stronger.

Most would rather kill themselves

than be f***ed by Turk or Croat.

Many good priests,

and we got this one.

Sh*t.

He preaches, and Goran

does the dirty work.

Check the houses up the hill.

They're sneaky bastards.

Hello, my Serbian brothers!

I got a little present for you!

What the f*** is she doing in the car?

We're gonna take her home.

She tell you where she lives?

I know where she lives.

Did you see the green scarves?

At exchange?

Those are mujahideens,

holy Allah warriors.

We all gonna send them

to their f***ing God!

She's been f***ing all of them.

-She was raped.

-Raped?

She's a f***ing whore with a f***ing

Muslim bastard in her belly!

Her family, my neighbours,

good Serbs, great warriors....

She dishonoured them.

Now she wants to get back home.

You know what she said?

She doesn't have to talk to me.

You don't have to talk to me?

Then I'll talk to you!

What are you doing?

I'm talking, okay?

I'm having conversation here.

That okay for you?

Now she wants to talk to me!

What's that?

The little Muslim bastard

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