There's meant to be lace in the next
village - the boys are taking me.
I'm not sewing anything else.
You don't have any money, do you?
Just in case there's silk.
Hana, I know you do!
Hana leans under the tarpaulin, holding some DOLLARS. The two hands -
hers and Jan's - reach for each other as the vehicles bump along side
by side. They laugh at the effort. Jan's GOLD BRACELET catches the
sun and glints.
I'm not sewing anything else for you!
(getting the money)
I love you.
The Jeep accelerates away. Hana sighs to the patient.
Suddenly AN EXPLOSION shatters the calm as the jeep runs over a MINE.
The jeep is THROWN into the air. The convoy halts and there's chaos as
soldiers run back pulling people out of the vehicles. Hana runs the
other way, towards the accident, until she is prevented from passing by
9*.EXT. ITALIAN HILL ROAD. LATER.
-- and there's still chaos as two SAPPERS arrive on motorcycles. One
of them, a SIKH, wears a turban.
The motorcycles arrive at the front of the convoy. A nurse, MARY, is
helping a doctor, OLIVER, attend to the injured driver. The other two
bodies are covered with blankets. There's blood everywhere. The Sikh
and his colleague pull out the paraphernalia of their bomb disposal
10EXT. ITALIAN HILL ROAD. DAY.
KIP, the Sikh Lieutenant, and HARDY, his sergeant, explore the road
ahead of the becalmed convoy, using saucer-like METAL DETECTORS and
HEADSETS. Kip is young, lithe, contained, utterly focused as they inch
along the debris-strewn road. He stiffens as he registers metal. With
a bayonet he carefully scrapes at the mud-caked surface. Something
GLEAMS. Suddenly, A PAIR OF FEET walks across his vision as HANA
HURRIES PAST, walking carelessly up the road. It's so surreal that
neither man registers at first, and then Kip is shouting.