Beaufort Page #4

Bullshit. On the contrary.

You're here so they can see you.

What are we here for?

So that they know we haven't

run away yet.

Stop it, Koris.

This isn't a game.

What's this, Pavel?

Why is this on the truck?

I told you, that's the order.

Really,

I didn't make this up.

Take it off.

Forget the order. Are you nuts?

What do you mean?

Where are you going?

They told me to leave. No more

clearing roads on foot. - Said who?

Command.

Okay. Take it off. I don't care

what they told you.

Get him down.

What are you doing?

The dog isn't leaving.

Understand?

I don't care what they told you.

File a complaint. He's not leaving!

What's it to you? Who are you?

My orders are to leave

and no one sent a replacement for me.

The dog doesn't stay without me.

You're not my commander.

You can't make me stay.

Does it make sense to evacuate

a dog, but leave soldiers?

This dog stays here.

Understand?

Stop it, Liraz.

Stop it.

Move.

- It's not Nadav's fault.

He hasn't been home in a month,

and has no replacement.

There's no more road clearing

on foot.

So why keep him here?

What for? This is it.

It's over. Done.

We're holding up the convoy.

In a minute

there'll be missiles.

I don't care what they told you.

The dog stays, understand?

He's like a weapon. I can't

abandon him. No way.

So tell Command

it was my order.

Now get your stuff.

Get on the truck and f*** off.

F*** off.

Go.

Get out of here.

I don't want to see your face.

Get out of my sight.

You don't deserve to be here.

Crazy bastard.

Go.

Go on,

back to the protected area.

Incoming, incoming.

Impact, impact.

Incoming, incoming.

Impact. Impact.

Wait, buddy.

Give it a few more seconds.

Incoming, incoming.

How many days

do you have left here?

Eighteen.

Including today.

Okay, listen. Why should you

dry out here for 18 more days?

Next convoy, go back to Israel.

You've done your share.

Where did that come from?

If you have something to say,

Liraz, say it.

I have nothing to say.

You've done your bit, man.

Get out.

Go say goodbye to the

kids before you leave.

Give them a tour a the fortress.

You sure?

- Yeah. Sure.

Come with me?

We'll bring them some goodies.

Let the kids run loose

a little bit.

Like Kalimi did to us

on our first tour of duty here.

Impact. Impact.

- You go.

At this point

I don't belong there.

But you go.

It's important.

Hold on a minute.

Put down the camera, Shpitz.

Photograph the landscape.

Not the people. We don't want to be

in tomorrow's newspaper.

Wow.

This was their bunker.

And this,

their guard post.

Soldiers have been on this damn

mountain for a thousand years.

But no mortar shells

fall here, right?

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