Welcome to Sarajevo

Long live the liberators of Vukovar.

Today, the city of Vukovar has fallen.

It is now no more than a heap of rubble.

In the past two months, the Serbs have pounded it...

with more than two million shells.

These survivors are heading for Bosnia...

hoping to escape the war.

But tonight we must face the possibility...

that this is only the beginning.

Mum, what's gone wrong?

I'll go and look.

- The cross. - Yeah, I've got it, I've got it.

Oh, Christ. Go back, go back. Go back.

Get the sniper.

Yeah. Yeah, I got him.

The priest!

Yeah!

He's mad!

- Come on! - Hang on, hang on. You don't want this?

Come on!

This is the wrong street.

Let's go back.

- Michael, let's go back. - It's here.

Shit!

They put the roadblocks. I turned the van 'round.

Others are going to be stuck here for hours.

Go fuck your mother!

- Oh, shit. - Easy!

- Huh? - I dunno.

- Hey there. What did you get? - We need a new driver.

What? Do you know what it took to get Joey?

He used to be a cabbie. He knows the city inside out.

- You know? He speaks... - He's an idiot.

He's been selling our petrol.

And he's an idiot.

Just been running around the streets of Sarajevo trying to find him.

Nearly got us killed. Does anybody care about that? Is it true about the petrol?

- It was full this morning, and it's empty now. - All right, all right.

- That's it, from there. Now, another three. - Oh, that's good.

- Four... five. - "No one dares move the body."

- Then the boy. - This could come in now...

- No, go to the boy. - I just saw this footage of Flynn being shot at.

- Have we got any of that? - No.

- Why not? - Why not what?

Why has everyone else got this footage and not us?

I blame the general decline in journalistic standards.

It's all this "news as entertainment" bollocks, isn't it?

So patronizing. I hate that.

I hate that too. How about you, Jane?

I actually think that what he did was very brave...

and most people respond to bravery.

O-Ohh!

They were just yards from the church when the sniper opened fire...

and now the bride's mother is dead, another innocent victim killed in cold blood.

This is Jordan Flynn in Sarajevo.

Thank you! But, uh, I'm not worthy of your applause...

but I will take your money.

Thank you. Oh, thank you! You'll be remembered.

- Thank you so much. - Okay.

O-ho! Well, look who's here. Henderson. And Gregg.

- Care to make a contribution? - Sorry, I don't have anything small enough.

- I'm sure you do, but I was thinkin' about money. - Ah!

What do ya think? Syndicated worldwide?

Yes, your producers must be delighted.

"De-lighted" is exactly what they are. You hit the nail on the head.

I assume they sent you here in the hope you'd get yourself killed.

- It looks as if you will. Well done. Good night. - Good one!

Henderson, how about a little Bushmill's?

Hey, Gregg. Bushmill's.

- See ya. - Come on.

I can't believe you're turnin' down a Bushmill's. There's a first.

- I'll take it. Flat. - Well, thank you.

I suppose he was only trying to help.

- We're not here to help. We're here to report. - Yeah.

Haven't seen Bushmill's in a long time.

Michael, are you all right?

- Michael, are you all right? - Yeah.

Good.

- All right, we're gonna drink to the line. - Yeah, lower. Please.

- Better. - I always try to make my most important decisions...

after reaching that line.

- I liked what you did. I thought it was really brave. - Really?

- I thought it stank. - Oh, God.

- You thought it stank? - Yeah, it wasn't about Sarajevo. It was about you.

Well, you know, oddly enough, back home...

no one's heard of Sarajevo, and they've all heard of me.

- Oh, right. - Is she with you? - Freelance.

Freelance. Oh, figures. Who would hire her?

Um, no, you see, they say you should never drink...

serious whiskey without water...

because the strength of the alcohol smothers the complexity of the flavor.

- Oh, now, is that right? - Chiverly!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God.

- Jane? - Mm-hmm?

I am in love with you. In spite of the company you keep.

- Thank you. - And I would like to take you away from all this madness.

Oh, are you leaving so soon, Mr. Flynn? The war is so young.

- Hi. - Hello, Zeljko.

- Well, I managed to get you a phone call, sir. - Ah!

- If you want to try, you might be lucky. - Very good.

- Here. - Oh...

- Thanks. - There you go.

- Right. Thanks. Bye. - Thank you. Bye.

- Hello? - Helen. Hi. It's me.

- Neither Michael nor Helen are here at the moment... - Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

- Helen? - Yeah, hang on.

Sorry, I-I put it on when I was putting the kids to bed.

It's okay.

I must have fallen asleep. Hello?

- You okay? - Mm. Yeah, I-I'm fine.

- Fine. What time is it? - Uh, it's...

Well, you're an hour behind. It's 20 past 10:00.

- Twenty past... - She's awake again.

Can you hear that?

Mmm. Yeah. All right. Well, you better go.

- Um, I just... I'm all right. - Mommy!

I'm coming!

Look at him. Like a baby's bottom.

Eh... in English. Everything in English, this morning.

- Gotta practice, you know. Okay? - Okay.

- This is my last clean one. - Thanks.

- I bought it at Marks and Spencer in Paris. - What?

- Oh, you don't believe it. What's this? - No. Well...

- Hey. What do you think? - It's crap.

- Take care of it. - Super.

- Really? You struck me as a woman of experience. - Really?

Uh... Jane Carson?

- Oh. Risto Bavic. - Yes. Yes.

Co-Come and join us. Here.

- Um, Michael Henderson will be along shortly. - Oh, great.

- This is our new driver. This is Flynn. - Oh, hi.

- Nice to meet you. - Hey, dig those threads!

- Yeah. It's a really great color. It's sort of unusual. - Yeah.

- Not too showy. - Oh, my man, Zeljko. Thank you.

- It's my favorite. - Do you have it?

- Oh, brother. - Four of them. - I'll just go and find Michael.

You are a prince. Take 'em.

- This will do nicely. Thank you. - Oh, suit yourself.

Mm.

Ah!

- For the head. You need a hangover cure? - Mm-hmm.

Uh, would you mind if I save it till later?

- I haven't started my hangover yet. - Go ahead.

Go ahead. Take 'em. All I need's one. Take 'em.

I mean, he's here now. His English is pretty good.

He studied in, um... Birmingham, or Bristol.

- Hi, er, Mr. Henderson. - "Man at C & A." Hello.

- Er, Marks and Spencer. - What?

Uh, C & A do a jacket with a similar cut...

but only Marks and Spencer do it in this color.

- Michael, mortar attack. Come on. - Uh, joke.

That's four days in a row I haven't had breakfast.

- Did you get the job? - Yes.

Congratulations.

I brought you some hotel soap. Wash and maybe Alma will marry you.

Harun, the man got the job.

Hey! Hail the conquering hero.

Well done.

Look what I've got.

Egg! Thank you!

- No, two. - Two eggs. Two eggs is a miracle!

- Three eggs! Is there words for three eggs? - Omelette?

- Omelette. - That's right, omelette.

Ajsha, fix us an omelette.

Do it yourself.

Come on, Ajsha.

You go first.

No, Dragan, I can't. You're going first.

- I don't want to be a wanker. - Go on.

Mm-mm!

Risto, have some. Come on.

No thanks.

I'll wait till this is over.

Where did you go today?

To the bread queue.

- It's in Vazim Mezgana. - Do you know where that is?

- Yeah, boss. - Okay. You drive.

- Okay. - Who's got the keys?

- Hi. Is it all right if I bum a lift? - Uh, this is Annie.

- Annie McGee. Shall we make a move? - That's good.

Look, I know this probably isn't the best time, but, uh...

- I wanted to talk to you about a story I'm working on. - Talk to me? Why?

I need papers, transport, and stuff.

If you need transport, you need to talk to Jane Carson. She's the producer.