The White King Page #3

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your honor and more concerned

about your son's life.

Oh, so that's why I have the pleasure?

- Yeah.

Why else would I call? What

else do we need to discuss?

You know there's nothing we can do.

- Thats bullshit!

Look, don't lie to me!

I know you still have contact.

You and your wife.

- Hannah, don't start.

Look, you can just give me

the name of someone, anyone.

Anyone that can help.

The only thing that

we can do is wait

and hope that...

- Wait?

No. I'm not about to wait.

Why would I wait?

I'm not waiting any longer.

Don't you get it?

Why can't you do anything?

Anything to save your son?

You prick!

Help!

Djata!

I'm stuck!

Be careful, don't rip it.

OK, pull it down. pull,

pull, pull it down.

OK.

Go get yourself cleaned up and

put on your best clothes.

We've got a long walk ahead.

What is this?

There's a general that lives on

the other side of the river.

We're gonna go there.

We're gonna go there

and we're gonna find out

where your father is

and convince the general

to bring him home.

Alright? Go.

Come on.

Thank you, sir.

Djata.

Mom!

We have information!

We're gonna do it, you know.

Cool!

Djata...

come on.

Hello...

Hello General.

Meade.

Hannah Fitz.

- And look who you've bought.

Come in.

- OK...

So, you're Colonel

Fitz's daughter-in-law.

You know him well.

- Oh, naturally.

Such a hard worker.

Funny,

He never mentioned you.

Or this charming little guy.

Do we have a name?

- Djata.

Djata...

help yourself.

Hey there.

- Hey there.

You know, I do know who you are.

And I can't imagine how

hard it's been for you.

Both.

- Yeah.

We've made inquiries everywhere.

But it is always a dead-end.

Law enforcement is duty bound

not to diverge any details.

It's a matter of public safety.

But Peter isn't a danger to anyone.

His...only crime was speaking out.

We can't treat everyone else one way

and make an exception to your family.

I thought you might be

able to tell me where

he's being held, or who

we have to talk to.

You didn't bring any information, did you?

Mood light three.

Huh...much more relaxing.

Look,

of course I know several

county governors,

but I'd be really putting my

head on a line, you know.

Please, if you can find him, I would

do whatever I can to repay you.

How about you go into the garden and

play for a bit while we talk business?

This way.

Through the back door. We won't be long.

And keep your hands off my flags.

Whoah...

Go on, now.

Hello?

Is there anybody there?

I can hear you...

Hello.

Hello?

What's your name?

I'm Djata.

I'm Sophia.

Hmm?

Wanna play?

Yeah...

It's your turn.

Ooh...

No...Stop!

Stop it! Get off me!

Get off me!

Get out!

Why did I let you into my

house, you little sh*t?

No! Let me go!

You know, boys without fathers are

pittiable, the worst of the outside!

Screw you!

They're gonna string you up, just as

they are gonna string your father.

You win, general.

Right you are.

Go see the moat.

Sh*t...

The more we sell, the more we'll have.

We're gonna bribe someone

to bring your father back.

Mom, what are you doing?

- We're gonna sell this on the black market.

No, wait!

Not that!

No, Djata, we need this money.

Stop! Stop!

Mom. it's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.

Did you get the stuff?

- Yeah.

It's gross.

Djata?

What's there?

I should go.

Crap!

Shabby!

Shabby, wait!

Wait! Hey!

Shabby!

Please be quick!

Come on! Come on!

Give me your hand.

We're here!

Look!

Djata.

Yeah?

- It's getting dark.

This way.

We found it!

Whoa! We found it!

Whoohoo, we found it, yeah!

We found it! Whoohoo!

Yeah!

Huh?

Just look at all of this!

I've risked my life for this.

I hate you.

No! No!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Shabby, listen to me!

- No! you liar!

Djata?

You're awake.

You have a concussion, but you'll be fine.

You're Pickaxe.

Here's some tea for you.

I'm not gonna ask what you

were doing down there.

But it's not a place for kids.

Can you walk?

I think so.

It's OK, you can take a look around.

Yes...

I have seen better days.

What happened to you?

We all get offered a deal.

Accept it.

If not, you're a traitor.

That's why they

destroyed my face.

In a camp.

After they were done with me,

they knew I'd make an ideal

guardian for their precious pit.

For their dirty little secret.

After all, who wants to talk to

someone with a face like this?

I do.

My dad's in a camp.

You should meet Tank.

Good boy.

You're a good boy.

What are you willing to give

to see your father again?

What would I... give?

We all have to lose something.

Tank!

Where have you been, huh?

- I...

Huh?!

Get in the car. Come here.

Get in the car!

Put your belt on.

Your mother and I have been up

all night, searching for you.

Huh?!

Listen...

all I ever wanted for your

father was a better life.

I did everything I could.

I made sacrifices for the Homeland.

If Peter had stayed in the army,

he'd have had a better house,

plenty of food, you'd have

gone to a better school...

My school's OK.

- Yeah...

I warned him to hold his tongue,

make smarter choices.

Marry someone from a

more...appropriate family,

but he chose his own path.

Listen, I know you love him, believe me.

We have done everything we can

to find him, to get him back,

but everyone turns their back on us.

Even on me. Can you believe it?

Do you think dad's a traitor?

The Homeland is cruel,

unforgiving,

stupid.

But...

but you of...

- Fall's coming.

soon summer will be a forgotten dream.

Grandpa?

- Yeah?

There were things I saw

on the general's house.

Incredible.

Amazing things.

Now, listen,

you and your mom,

you've got to get

away from here,

across the border. Go

anywhere, anywhere but here.

Swim the ocean if you have to.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Where have you been?

I looked everywhere.

Are you OK?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry, mom.

Thank you.

Well, I'm glad I could help.

Really? Thank you.

You're welcome.

I love you, Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

- Oh, my god!

Oh my god!

Help!

Help!

Help!

How are you, Hannah?

OK.

Djata...

We all respected your

grandfather very much.

Yes we did.

Excuse me.

We should take our seats.

Djata...

I'm scared, I shouldn't

have left, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Are we still cool?

Yeah, we're cool.

These seats are reserved.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you so much.

Colonel...

Michael...

Fitz

was a true... soldier

who dedicated his life

to the Homeland.

He campaigned tirelessly for the

independence of our great country,

and he was present at its birth.

You know, at the beginning, we were

just a... a young nature of dreamers

We were naive,

but we were completely committed to the

building of our new world.

Then the colonel became part of an army

that even today strives to

protect our dreams so that we

could live freely and simply and

closer to the nature that

we all love so much.

But he...

always remained modest

and self-controlled.

To the colonel,

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