The Tiger and the Snow Page #5

Courgettes, Al-Giumeili!

Get me this glycerine!

- What's he say?

- Butter, palm oil, olive oil.

The base is soda,

but ashes will do, fat and ashes.

It might work, I've got it all,

we can do it in a couple of hours.

A thousand thanks, Al-Giumeili.

Thank you.

I reckon it's ready, come here!

- A little more ash.

- No, we've got quite enough.

- Doesn't need any more.

- Just another spoonful.

Thank you, Fuad, for everything.

I'll do this, go have a rest.

- Did you get any sleep?

- A little, in this chair.

Al-giumeili intimidated me a bit.

Was that his daughter?

She's the last wife of his son Ali.

He was murdered six months ago,

he was a real free spirit.

Saddam Hussein didn't like free spirits.

Poor Al-Giumeili.

Time has left me nothing

to sustain my eyes

and my heart.

Come on, Fuad,

if this stuff works

we'll have dinner and celebrate.

Good, eh?

It's home made, hand-made by me and Fuad,

no preservatives, colorings, chemicals,

just like home-made tagliatelle,

"butter please, oil please,

chop some onions, put in garlic",

really delicious,

Fuad and I both had second helpings.

Fuad wanted a third but I said,

"No, leave some for Vittoria!"

You're looking well, I tidied you up...

Really well.

I was forgetting, look what I've got!

Hang on, close your eyes.

Close 'em!

Open your eyes.

Open!

I'll hang it here, okay?

How's that? I banged my head!

I'll be getting an edema next!

It's full of flies here!

You like it? Look.

Take a quick look,

tell me whether it's okay or not.

One second...

Did you move?

I thought before you were like that...

She looks worse than ever to me.

That brew didn't do much good.

I'll go have a word with the doctor,

a personal matter,

be right back.

Doctor?

Doctor, excuse me, doctor.

Excuse me, but ahh...

...she seems worse.

The glycerine didn't help.

- Didn't help at all?

- No.

Without it she'd be dead already.

It's a miracle she's still alive.

Now we must wait and hope

that the medicines arrive soon.

Doctor, if I can lend a hand,

if you need anything I...

Thank you, I will get to her

as soon as possible.

Yes...

Hey, what are you doing?

Doctor! Who the hell is he?

Where do you think you're going?

Who are you?

What have you done to her?

Doctor, he was leaning over Vittoria

like this. What did he want?

This, I suspect.

Vittoria's chain.

You have thieves in the hospital?

I think it's better if you keep that.

It's a nightmare...

...looters everywhere. The Americans

promised us some security people...

...let's hope they get here soon.

Doctor, how is she, she looks very pale.

Do you think she can breathe all right?

She could probably do with some oxygen.

Goodbye for now.

Thank you, excuse me Doctor.

You breathing?

Breathe, Vittoria.

The only ones breathing are the flies.

Damnit, where do they get so much oxygen?

It's a nightmare.

I'll go find you some oxygen right away.

Hang on.

Poor doctor, hasn't even got any band-aids.

Hi, it's Attilio.

By any chance to you

have an oxygen tank at home?

Yes, oxygen tank.

You might have forgotten you had one...

You don't know anyone

who might have some oxygen?

Got it!

Don't worry, don't need it any longer.

Thanks bye.

I'll get you some oxygen, I know where.

I'll go fetch it.

Goodbye Vittoria.

Mamma Mia!

It's total hell!

Look out!

It was here, who pinched it?

Excuse me, did you see where...

Where've they put it?

Have you seen

A wet-suit with a mask?

Stop!

Hey Mr. Arab, stop!

I said stop!

Mr. Arab, whatever your names is, stop!

You crazy?

Stop!

Friend. Italian. I am Italian.

I need the oxygeno.

Oxygen tank, for me. Oxygen.

I need. I pay. I pay. I pay.

Dollar?

Like Dollar. Euro...Do you know?

Italy, France, Germany,

Luxembourg...I pay...

More? How much does he want?

He's left me the whole cart!

The tank!

It's stuck.

I'd better go, if anyone comes

tell him I paid for all this lot!

I paid for it!

Hang on, there's more, there's this too.

A dog, where shall I put it?

Next to you?

Here, that way he can keep an eye on you.

Looks good here.

I spent a fortune but it was worth it,

above all because

I found something absolutely fantastic.

Really close your eyes.

A fly whisk! I've found the weapon

of mass destruction.

I found it!

I'm going to have myself a massacre,

you're dead!

Breathing okay?

What's the weather like up

in the mountains?

Is it snowing?

If only you know

how pretty you are in blue.

I've put some tape here, hope it works,

Do you like music? I'll show you.

I've found an old record player,

it's all Arab music,

but they're nice, I bet.

Can't figure out a thing here...

Look who's here in Baghdad.

Look who I've found, close your ears,

this is incredible, just listen.

As soon as you're better

we'll go to Granada together and dance.

how are you muchacha, breathing okay?

The light's gone again.

Fuad, yes, hello.

Fuad, is that you?

It's you Attorney, I can't hear you well.

Be in my office at 8:00 tomorrow,

you've got to sign the charge sheet,

or off to jail with you!

No messing around.

Attilio! Attilio!

Hello? Hello?

Thank goodness.

Doctor, good evening. Doctor, excuse me,

I have done everything you said, but...

...she doesn't answer. She doesn't move,

she doesn't react in anyway.

She's like ahh...dead.

I don't know what else...

But ahh, how can I tell

if she's getting better, recovering.

If there's the slightest movement,

a finger, a hand, an eye.

You'll know she has made it,

any movement is from the mental.

What on earth? Claudio Villa!

What is that?

An old record I found,

the music might cheer her up.

Is the oxygen okay?

Yes, but it's finished.

Already?

Yeah. This can be removed.

You hear that? The oxygen's done you good.

How is she?

She is alive.

Alive? But Doctor. Doctor...

Without water, without food,

how can she go on.

Isn't there anything we can give her?

If only I had...

Had what?

Some sort of nutritional drip

I could give her...

along with the cortisone

and the antibiotics...never mind.

But what can we...

It will help a lot.

Goodbye for now.

Now he tells me one thing at a time!

The nutritional drip is crucial.

I'll find you something to eat,

don't worry, I'll get food for you.

Right away, if I say I will, I will.

Nunzio, how are you?

It's De Giovanni.

Doctor Guazzelli, I've missed you!

I'm in Baghdad, I'm all right.

And you?

Where are you? When'll you get here?

Yeah right! We need things now,

there are sick people here!

They won't let the Red Cross through

the road blocks? Knock'em down!

You know what, I'll come to you.

Goodbye, Nunzio. Goodbye.

I'll get you some food.

I'll get a couple of candles

so we can have dinner together.

I'm off, they're not far, 50 kilometers,

I'll borrow the doctor's bike,

if I go at 100,

I'll be there in half an hour.

Don't move,

actually do move...

a finger, a hand, an eye, whatever.

Might have know it, now I've hurt...

my foot.

Out of gas in Iraq, it's too much!

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