The Island

How is he?

Your brother is a fighter.

I'm sure he'll live to appreciate your effort to keep him alive.

Take this.

What's this money for?

It's your pay.

Your brother and I were supposed to be married...

but he chose to fight for a cause instead of love.

- Now he has to fight for his life. - Tatama.

I understand how you feel...

but this cause means more to us than the life which you both dream of.

You have no idea what life I dreamt of having with your brother.

Keep your money.

Consider my service as me trying to make up for leaving him for another man.

I think your brother is suffering from hematologic disease.

What is that?

A disease that causes disorder in the blood and blood-forming organs,

like the white blood cells, red blood cells, et cetera.

How bad is it?

Very bad.

Can it be treated?

Depends on the type of disease he's suffering from.

I cannot tell, unfortunately, just by looking at him.

- We need to get him to a hospital. - No.

No one is taking him out of here.

Look around you.

There is nothing here we can use to help him.

I need to conduct and supervise tests.

And also, whatever I need to do in the hospital.

Take his samples. You can, can't you?

For goodness' sake.

I don't care what you're thinking.

No one is taking him out of my sight.

Look... I know you're worried about being exposed to the authorities.

You need to trust someone...

for his health's sake.

- What do you need? - What?

What would it cost my brother to get treated in your hospital?

I don't know what I'll find, but you should be prepared with lots of money.

Take his blood samples.

Tatama.

We would never be able to repay you for your...

I'm not asking you to pay me for anything.

Your brother will die if you do not get him to a hospital.

I'm doing what's right for him.

You and I know he's a wanted man,

and, if he shows up in any hospital, he would be arrested.

So you are going to stay here and watch him...

He's not going to die!

Keep your money.

You'll need it to pay for his medical bills.

Get off my space!

Do you have to hit me to get me off your space? Can't you just ask?

I'm done asking you to stop lying in my space

- with the picture of a dead person. - He's not a dead person.

Whatever. As far as I'm concerned, you're never going to see him again.

What good is he to you?

Don't ever hit me again.

I won't, as long as you don't lie in my space.

No freaking way.

Haven't you had enough for one night?

Mind your business. Mind your business.

He's not sleeping on this bed with you. I want to sleep.

This is my bunk. I can do whatever I like with it.

- This is our bunk. - This is my space.

Yes, but, if you want to sleep with him all night long,

you're going to have to find another spot to do that.

It's not happening here tonight.

- What? - What?

I am under pressure. I stiffening.

Your friend...

She's not my friend.

Okay, your bunk mate.

I mean, I know we all have to do something to survive here.

But this sex stimulant she sells to these men

and makes them try it on her,

get her into trouble someday.

So, are you just going to talk about it?

Aren't you going to do something to stop her?

You're going to stop her, right?

- Me? - Yes.

I don't have the authority to infringe on anyone's rights.

As you're fully aware,

anyone can do a business or two here.

Then let's not complain.

What was that?

My bed!

They've broken it.

- What are you doing here? - I should ask you that.

Hey!

So this is what you do every time a woman comes here to wash.

- After all I followed you here. - Me?

- Yes, you. - Look at this liar.

So you followed me here...

to come and watch the nakedness of the beautiful lady

with my own eye or with your own eye?

So, how do you know I have come here to look at her nakedness?

But I caught you red-handed.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to report to the chairman.

You're a liar.

And I will tell the entire camp

that you and I caught each other looking at somebody's nakedness.

That's all.

- And you think they'll believe you? - They'll believe me.

- They'll believe me. - Look. Let me tell you something.

Before the crisis broke out, I was a well-respected chief

- of the Igbo community here. - I see.

And, as a chief, my culture does not permit me

to look at the nakedness of a woman who is not my wife.

- Do you understand? - I am also a king.

And, as king,

my culture permits me to look at any kind of nakedness that I want.

So, therefore I have the right to look at anyone, and I'll continue to look.

- What is this? - My God.

King, come.

Since your culture permits you to look at any kind of nakedness,

you can continue with this one.

What is this? It does not look pleasant to the eye.

Fat person.

You have your weapons delivered to you,

so what's holding you from paying me my money?

We're having issues transferring the funds.

Sir.

What?

Just waiting for the coast to clear.

Look. If by tomorrow I don't get my funds transferred into my Swiss account,

you will know that I'm a major in the army.

You will get your money.

- When? - Very soon. I promise.

Do what you have to do. I want my money paid in full

and within the next 24 hours.

And please don't make me have this conversation with you again.

Do not issue threats, Major.

I said you will get your money.

Baby...

Baby...

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, but I'm fine.

You're fine?

You don't look fine to me.

I'm fine.

I just got lost in my thoughts, but I'm okay.

I don't think so.

Honey, I'm fine.

I was just pondering over a few things.

Like what?

Baby, you know you can share your thoughts with me.

Of course.

It's nothing really.

Let's eat. Come on.

Are you okay?

You've been acting strangely since you got back from work.

What's going on?

I have valuable information with me here that can either destroy me and the unit...

or save us all.

I don't understand.

What's in it?

For three years, this country has suffered in the hands of terrorists.

People have died,

innocent people.

Everyone expects the army to be able to bring to an end

the cruelty of terrorism in this country,

but to no avail.

Do you know why?

No.

Because we are the very disease we try to cure.

We pretend to be fighting terrorism, but, in the actual sense,

we are the very ones empowering the insurgency in this country.

You?

The army.

I intercepted a conversation today between my boss and an unknown terrorist leader.

He wanted money for weapons supplied.

What?

Surprising, right?

- Why would he do that? - It doesn't even matter.

I'm taking this information straight to the headquarters

first thing in the morning.

Baby, please. I want you to be careful.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Okay?

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I want to know how a soldier with a handgun

outsmarted combatants like you.

The guy is smart, boss.

Of course he's smart.

He's an intelligence officer. What did you expect?

Boss, there is nothing to worry about.

Really?

Are you crazy?

I spent my whole life

waiting for the success and completion of this assignment,

and you have the audacity to look at me and say there's nothing to worry about!

I don't want to see his body still in the clothes.

I want to see him. I want that goddamn flash-drive found.

- Yes, boss. - Don't "boss" me.

A simple assignment you couldn't carry out.

Get out of my office.

My beautiful lady.

Beauty is fine.