Under the Bombs Page #4

My house is on that little road.

I'll show you.

We're almost there.

The station is that way?

- On that road?

- Yes. They always have petrol.

That's my house.

I was born here.

I live here. I'll die here.

And you, my girl, don't worry.

The land shakes but doesn't fall.

And you, my friend,

you carry on straight on that road.

Tell them that

Abou Salem sent you

and they'll give you petrol.

Go on, God bless you.

Look, it's really packed!

Let me handle it,

I'll make a deal.

Hello!

Anybody here?

Abou Salem sent us.

We'd like some petrol!

Well, how are you?

I need a little petrol.

Just a drop to drive

out of this hole.

This hole...

Please.

You want petrol?

Abou Salem sent you?

Then you're welcome.

- Do you a have a jerrycan?

- Yes.

Bring it over.

The jerrycan!

I'll give you some from here.

You don't believe me?

You should've seen it before!

It was the most beautiful station.

That's why they hit it.

My son sent me money from Africa.

And I built.

"What do you do with it all?"

He'd ask.

I'd say,

"You come and see. "

Do you have children?

- A son.

- God bless him.

Him and all the world's children.

A week ago,

Abou Ahmad came to take some petrol.

I told him,

"Leave some for others. "

Go on...

Can I help you?

Be my guest.

God is great.

My son will send me money

and I'll rebuild it.

A son, it's a great help!

God is great.

When you come back,

it will be even more beautiful than before.

My son is lost.

Everybody's looking for him.

All this terror, these bombsl

The madness of some...

It doesn't matter,

we must search.

Many have died.

It doesn't matter.

Everything can wait,

we must search.

My son is lost.

What did he do wrong?

We have to fight back.

It's not important.

First we must search.

Then we'll resist.

Have I been a bad mother?

It's not important. I don't care.

America, Israel, the Hezbollah,

Syria or Iran - I don't care.

I don't care about religion.

My son is lost.

The ruins, the bombs.

Your help... I don't give a damn.

My son is lost.

I must find him.

Majd?

It's Zeina.

And you, how are you?

I'm not disturbing you?

Tell me...

Do you remember that colonel,

an old friend of Dad?

Yes!

Do you have his number?

No, don't worry.

Love too. Bye.

It's Zeina, the daughter...

You remember me?

Very well.

I went to see the police about...

Can you turn up the music?

...about my son.

I thought you could call them to...

You think it's going to be OK?

My father always said

nice things about you.

We'll get in touch.

He's a good man.

He remembers me.

- Really?

- He promised to help me.

I hardly speak Arabic,

so forget about French!

I'll wait for you here.

Are you French?

With the arrival of French soldiers,

one can only wonder -

is Lebanon emerging from the crisis

or is France getting

sucked into the conflict

between Lebanon and Israel?

I'm looking for my child.

His name's Karim.

He was taken from Kherbet Selm.

The French journalists took him.

He was lost.

His aunt died under the rubble.

A small boy?

His name's Karim, he's six.

Brown hair, green eyes.

I've heard nothing...

They will rebuild infrastructures

if necessary.

They will of course have

bomb disposal

and de-pollution capacity.

We know that South Lebanon

is scattered with mines, booby-traps

and clusters.

A group of journalists

took him during the air strike

in Kherbet Selm.

- You don't even have a name?

- Nothing.

You're going to Beirut?

I'm in a hurry.

What do you think?

I'm more in a hurry than you.

I'm more in a hurry than you!

Because of a lost kid

whose mother ignores me!

Hang on.

Sorry?

I'm not going to Beirut!

- I'll pay double.

- No.

I'm not going to Beirut!

I'm speaking Arabic, no!

Calm down!

If you have problems,

don't take them out on other people.

Pass me Yves.

I'm coming. I'm changing taxi.

This one's crazy.

You have to call the embassy,

tell them about your problem in detail

and ask them which French teams

are over here.

What right do they have to do this,

without an emergency?

What can be more dangerous?

It's war!

- He's under their responsibility?

- It's to protect him.

Then, they inform

the relevant authorities.

Can you write down the number?

We're ready to go live.

I'd like the French embassy's number.

It's an emergency.

I'll hold.

Ramza, while waiting for the number...

We've just sent a report

on the 150 French soldiers

representing the first of the UNIFIL.

We're ready for the live.

They're preparing

a second landing operation.

You mean you might have an answer

in a couple of hours.

I'll call the embassy

in the meantime.

If I hear anything,

I'll text you.

You'll be here tomorrow?

I'll wait for your call.

Your husband?

Until two weeks ago.

What happened?

With the French.

I meant with the journalists.

And to think I sent

Karim to the South...

to protect him from our problems!

The car is over there.

Can we walk a bit?

I'd like to unwind.

OK.

My husband knows someone

in French television.

He's trying to find the journalist.

Where is this husband?

In Jordan.

Poor thing,

he can't get here.

Why do I always defend him?

At the beginning of the war

I called him in Hong Kong.

His secretary didn't

even give him the message.

Can you imagine?

Lebanon's burning, his son's here

and he didn't even call.

When I called him, he said

he'd try to cancel his appointment

and take the next plane.

His son is under the bombs,

and he's afraid of losing a client!

How long were you married?

A long time.

I was twenty.

I was stupidly in love.

How did I let him

take me away from all this?

My village.

My sister.

And you?

Why did you cry yesterday?

I've never talked to a woman.

I mean poured my heart out

to a woman.

Why did you cry?

I know I'll never go to Germany.

Not me, not my brother.

It's all bollocks.

Otherwise I'd have bribed a clerk

a long time ago.

- What did your brother do?

- Nothing.

He was just 18!

He stuck his neck out.

Remember the 82 Israeli

invasion of the South?

The Israelis were welcomed

like liberators.

He believed it and joined the SLA,

the "allies" of the Israelis.

Beaten in 2000, they fled

without even saying goodbye.

Didn't give a damn!

Wait, there's going

to be an explosion.

He left with them.

That's my brother's story.

Is he still there?

- Where's the explosion?

- On the other side.

- What explosion?

- Cluster bombs.

No!

It's my husband.

He found the journalist.

Where?

In France? And the kid?

He's in hospital.

- Is he injured?

- He's OK.

All the patients in Tyre

were transferred to Beirut.

Nadine dealt with it.

He was scared. He didn't speak.

There was shooting everywhere.

Explosions...

There was the kid injured

on the 30th of July.

He kept quiet in his corner.

I tried to comfort him,

to talk to him...

Is he still there?

- He was afraid?

- Very.

That's the hospital number.

Call them.

They have all the details.

In a monastery?

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