The Look of Silence Page #2

This way is comfortable.

Grab another.

Their hands were tied.

- Joshua, when was this filmed?

- 2003. April.

Maybe he acts this way...

...because...

...he regrets what he did.

He regrets killing people.

Because he feels guilty...

...when he re-enacts the killing,

he's completely numb.

You asked!

Are you done shooting?

This is what I did to women.

Rip off her shirt...

Kick!

They stole from their victims.

Now they are rich.

They killed the husbands and

took their wives.

How do you feel living

surrounded by your son's killers?

You see them every day...

It's horrible.

When we meet in the village...

...we don't speak.

I hate them.

In our village,

the mayor, the teachers...

...they were all killers.

It's up to God.

Those people can do what they like.

They destroyed so many people...

Now they enjoy life.

But just wait. In the afterlife,

their victims will take revenge.

They will suffer later.

There's no use raising it now.

How old are you, mom?

Around 100.

- How old does your ID card say you are?

- My ID card

I lost it.

This is dad's ID.

"Born in 1909"

So he's 103 years old.

Your dad?

Impossible.

But the problem is...

Your dad must be 140 years old.

He's been sick like this for 13 years.

But mom, dad says he's 17.

My hair went gray before his.

Have you ever celebrated

your birthday, mom?

No, I don't believe in that.

You get addicted to it.

We never celebrate birthdays.

- Where do you sleep?

- There.

- Why not with dad?

- He smells of pee.

When I want be hugged,

he tickles me.

- But you have many children!

- When it's time to make babies, we do it.

I can't sleep when he hugs me,

so I kick him, and leaves me alone.

Every night, we're load

our quota onto a truck...

and drive to Snake River.

Leaders of the village death squad

Amir Hasan and Inong

The truck would stop here.

We'd pull our prisoners

off the truck...

and drag them 100 meters downstream.

Some screamed. Some cried.

Some begged for mercy.

We already beat them on the truck...

so they couldn't run away

once they got here.

This road was packed

with Komando Aksi members.

But it was night!

And outsiders weren't allowed in.

Only us.

Each district would take turns.

For example,

let's say you're a victim,

You have no strength left...

- Because we beat you.

- I'm limp.

Please squat, sir.

- Now start to beg...

- But I'd be sitting, not squatting.

They drag me by the legs...

- But I'm not wearing clothes.

- No clothes.

Only underwear.

- How as he pulled?

- Like this!

He would be lying down.

His hands would be tied.

"Drag him!

To the riverbank!"

He's totally helpless now.

It's pretty.

It smells lovely!

it smells lovely...

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