War Story Page #4

It's Hafsia.

Is there something

f***ing wrong with you?!

You stupid...

F***.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Let's go.

You want some wine?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Sit down.

- No, no. I don't sit. Thank you.

You don't have to sit.

Thank you.

- Is she gonna be long, Hafsia?

- She will soon be here.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Okay. I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.

It's okay?

- It's okay.

- Does it feel like it's it?

- I think.

- It's okay, then.

Why do you take the pills?

- Because I need them.

- Why?

Because, I...

Where is the girl that I remind you?

Libya. You look like her.

- How do you know her?

- I took her photo.

- With her brother?

- Yeah, with her brother.

Can I see the photo?

Yeah, later. After. Okay?

But who was she?

She was the girl in

the photo. I don't know.

Why do you think you

know people you don't know?

I need to go get the car. I'll be back.

Where'd you find that?

I was clearing out old files.

That was my first assignment

without you, on my own.

I was bloody angry with you,

for leaving me.

But f***ing proud.

Look how scared I was.

I was scared shitless.

Bella.

Could say things have worked

out pretty well for you there.

I guess that's one way to look at it.

Have a cookie.

- I'm sure it's been difficult.

- Yeah.

How so?

I mean, aside from all

the obvious reasons.

Oh, I guess...

I guess just from all

the obvious reasons.

You're angry. Of course you are.

It was hateful, what was done to you.

What was done to me?

What?

What was done to me?

I'll get the car, we'll take

the pills, we'll go to France.

I'll get the car, we'll take

the pills, we'll go to France.

What needs to be

done is to keep shooting.

That's the only thing you can do.

You know that.

Yeah, I know that. Yes. I know that.

Will you tell me what happened?

Was it the same as before?

In Afghanistan?

They put a rifle to the back of Mark's

head and blew his brains out.

You'll get through this.

You'll be back soon, to work.

I hate to say these things happen,

but they do. And too often.

When we were together,

we were protected,

or at the very least,

I would look after you.

You're a woman.

An amazing woman who has decided

to go into war zones and take pictures.

You're a bit crazy to want to do that.

And I think now you're too crazy to stop.

Yeah.

I'm an animal.

Where are they keys to your car?

- Sit back down, Lee.

- Where are the keys to the car?

In the kitchen. On the counter,

next to the fridge.

But please, sit back down.

The most f***ed up thing about

this is that I keep wishing...

that it was one of the

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