Here Be Dragons

What are you thinking about?

A farm.

A house.

You and me back home.

Or we could live here.

It'll be different when the war's over.

Lejla!

Lejla!

My brother.

Locke!

Where the fuck have you been?

Sorry, Sarge.

Just around.

Just around?

Are you dense?

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

You've only been here two months.

Once again, thank you for dinner, Mr. Ibrahimović.

Of course, our people are glad to see that at least UN are here.

Nice of you to join us, Locke.

Right, let's go.

Showtime, bellend.

Be prepared for anything.

Tell them no sudden movements.

Ivan Novak.

Captain Hollows.

British Army.

He says your men look like babies.

He's asking where his other two men are.

Tell him these were all we were given.

Stop wasting my time.

The deal was thirty bodies for five of my men.

If you try to fuck me, my men will

dynamite the children they have locked up in the previous village.

And feed their remains to the pigs.

These women were supposed to be a bonus, but

instead he will give them to his men to...

To enjoy.

Those women are protected by the Geneva Convention.

You cause them harm and you will be indicted for war crimes.

And I will personally give evidence at your trial.

Do you know what they did to my people, Captain?

Last week.

Just a few miles from here.

Seventy-six

decent men, women and children

were pushed together

into a pit

and burned alive.

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, Ivan.

I'm sorry, Captain.

This is not your war.

These are not your people.

The United Nations mission...

He doesn't give a fuck about the UN, brother.

You're not even supposed to be here.

You know it.

We know it.

The whole fucking world knows it.

And who are you?

There's a man alive on that truck, you know.

He's been shot up pretty good but...

He's still kicking.

What do you think?

I think we should get the fuck out of here, Sir.

He's right.

You should.

I'll even let you take the man in the truck.

But under one condition.

He must get him.

Emir?

Emir.

Where's Lejla?

David?

Where is she, Emir?

Is she in there?

I need a stretcher!

Focus, Emir.

Where is she?

Where is she?!

They shot everyone.

The whole family.

They're all dead.

Just kill me.

Kill me now.

Back off!

What did you do to his family?

Where are the women?

Locke!

What the actual fuck!

Stand down!

What did you do?

I said stand down!

They refused to be separated from each other.

The girl started running.

We told her to stop or we would shoot.

She didn't listen.

It was unfortunate.

What are you doing here, English boy?

David, drop your fucking weapon, man!

David?

Your name's David?

Could this be he, Father?

You think killing me will end this?

King David?

Do it then.

Right here.

If you think it will make the world a better place,

just do it.

Do it!

Jesus Christ, Locke.

What's wrong with you, man?

Let's go.

From atrocities to justice,

the ICTY set global precedents on war crimes,

crimes against humanity and genocide.

Over twenty-five years, we have held key individuals accountable,

from military leaders to heads of state.

We have broken down the culture of impunity for war crimes

and given a voice to the victims.

We convene today proud

that none of the accused

remain at large

and no investigation

is ongoing.

Go ahead.

The presidents of Croatia, Bosnia and Serbia

have recently described the tribunal as

basically an ineffective nightmare.

Considering the hundreds of criminals who seem to have escaped justice,

do you think they have a point?

Well, no judicial process is entirely comprehensive.

We must focus on our successes.

Albeit with a limited budget,

we achieved justice

and a sense of closure

for thousands of victims.

In the interests of reconciliation,

there must ultimately be an end to this process.

Is one of them for me?

To a job well done, I guess.

More like a job half done.

Come on, David.

You've given the best years of your life to this thing.

I'm kind of with your boss.

Even with mass murder, we have to move on.

So where are you moving on to?

Geneva.

Could be good with the right person.

They gave me a travel budget.

Small permanent staff.

Close to the ski fields.

A good former war crimes investigator

could easily find a job there.

Well don't think too hard, David.

There's a lot of lonely, divorced men around.

Plenty of options then.

I don't know why I bother.

I mean this seriously, as a friend and a fellow forty-something.

Life's too short, David.

We only have what we have.

I know you've been through shit.

But you're in some kind of a guilt loop

and you're going to have to find a way to get out of it somehow.

Enjoy your life, David.

You know where to find me.

Mr. Locke.

You were in the bar.

I was hoping for a moment of your time, sir.

If you want an interview, get in line.

You know the rules.

I'm not here for an interview, sir.

I represent Mr. Emir Ibrahimović.

And he would very much like to speak with you.

After you, Mr. Locke.

Please.

Don't look so stunned,

David.

People change.

Some of us more than others.

I looked for you for years.

I did not wish to be found.

We could have used your testimony.

You must understand me.

Months of questions.

Examination and cross-examination.

Recalling in front of the world what I did not wish to recall.

Can you blame me, David?

It's been twenty-five years since I asked you to kill me.

They sent me to Sweden for my sins.

With God's help, I met some good people and

rebuilt my life.

The steel business.

Not much fun, but it turns a pretty dime.

And?

And I'm sorry, David.

I'm sorry.

I never thanked you. Never had the chance.

That's why I'm here.

You have done my people a great service.