Havarie (2016) - full transcript
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I'm at the window.
I watch my father.
He's standing there
with these people.
They're terrorists.
He's talking to them.
But I understand nothing.
I'm just watching.
They're standing beside the car.
They're asking my father
to get into the car.
I'm scared they will
take him with them.
They get into the car.
Ironically, it was I who
gave them the car keys.
Because they were in my room.
If they take my father,
I want to go with him.
The problem is:
There are two men.
They're at my door.
I can't go out.
I was 12 years old.
Hello, greetings.
How are you, Soumia?
You okay?
Thank God.
Is Abdallah there?
Can I speak to him?
Thanks.
Hey, where are you?
Didn't I say that you
should wait for me?
Oh, good.
Thank God.
What did you do today?
Whom did you meet?
Karim, aunty Zoulika, Fafa?
Good. Tell me.
That's good.
It's okay. Are all well?
That's good.
I got a letter from the authorities,
where I was recently.
I've lodged an appeal now.
And I'll go to Nantes.
We're waiting now.
I phoned the lawyer,
but she's still on holiday.
All well otherwise?
Don't you dare tell me
about the beach and such.
Because when I speak of it...
Who? Fatima?
What's with her?
Oh God...
But where?
She said you thought
of me as you drove off.
I said: A pity.
God willing, next year.
Will you meet them?
Good.
Good, okay.
See you later.
I may be out then.
I'm bored, everyone's gone.
I have no where to go.
I'll ring you when
I'm online. Okay?
Okay.
See you later.
Bye.
Yes, tell me?
A boat with refugees was sighted.
Alright...
Hello!
How desolate!
Everyone's gone.
If I leave,
I can never return.
Because I don't have
legal papers.
Yes, exactly.
I was able to travel
to Algeria and return.
I had a job and an apartment.
Then I applied for an
extension of my resident permit.
They rejected my application.
Because I got married in Algeria.
Yes, to Abdallah!
It means: I'm supposed to go back.
Destiny - I don't know...
It's all blocked.
I'd like to stay here.
The question is not whether
I like France or not.
But my doctor's here.
I'm being treated here.
That's the reason.
It's like this:
When I came to France,
the doctor who examined me
said: Your scoliosis is antiquated!
It doesn't exist in France.
Because here it's treated at birth.
I've lost so much time.
I tried here and there.
Went to Algiers, to Oran,
everywhere.
But when the doctors saw me,
they said: Nothing can be done.
If you can afford it, go to France.
When I was young,
my father couldn't afford
to send me to France.
Then I applied for a visa
numerous times.
When I was 12, 13, 14 years old.
All rejected.
We tried again and again.
Until I turned 28.
I applied for a visa, and
fortunately it was granted.
At the moment, I have to visit
my surgeon for the aftercare.
An appointment every six months.
At present, that's what
I think about mostly.
Afterwards - I don't know...
It was her smile,
with which it all started.
I met her at a market in Paris.
That's how I met her.
We then got to know each other.
I looked at her. She returned
my gaze and laughed.
Although I was deported,
we stayed in touch.
I fell in love with her.
I wish to share my life with her.
God sent her to me.
It's my destiny.
When I think of it, I'm sad.
At times we phone or skype.
It's the only way we can talk.
In God's name...
This is Cartagena Maritime
Rescue Center.
Houcin, how are you?
- Are you better?
Yes, thank God.
- Are you working at present?
It's okay. The usual.
I was at the beach just now.
Do you remember the full moon night,
as we were about to leave?
The sea was so calm.
When I'm on the beach,
I think of the day
on which the waves were so high.
- The first or the second time?
The second time was a breeze.
The first time was the great adventure.
We suffered for 3 days.
It was really hard.
I lost my gear.
We liked best the
early morning start.
Starting out at 4am.
In the moonlight.
A pleasure.
- The coffee in the morning.
The day began.
But it was a risk.
- Yes.
No easy feat.
I loved the dolphins!
The sea was calm,
the dolphins played with us.
The killer whale.
- Yes.
And the turtle.
What fun!
Then the sea got rough...
And there...
Once on the other side,
I couldn't believe it.
I thought I was going to die.
Sometimes I can hardly
believe I'm still alive.
Then I think: God is great.
That's life, my friend.
And if I tell you:
One more trip,
and then that's it?
- No.
I think we'll do a final trip,
then it's over!
No, never.
Hello.
How are you, my darling?
Are you alright?
Have you recovered a bit?
I was out, as usual,
at the market early today.
At the bird market.
I earned a little,
then returned home.
Yes.
And you? Any news?
Nothing?
Yes, I know.
Yes.
Maybe there'll be news next week.
About my application.
Regarding my visa application.
Yes.
With God's help,
we'll have some news.
Maybe he'll bring us together.
God willing.
Yes, okay.
Take care, my darling.
That's most important.
I'll phone again this evening.
Okay.
I love you more than anything.
Thanks.
Abdallah!
- Yes, I'm coming!
If his wife weren't ill,
he wouldn't go.
She's ill, what can she do!
- If only she could be here.
His poor wife is ill.
On the day of the attack.
That's when I submitted my application.
I was out of there at twelve thirty.
I drove to a friend,
to Chopeau in Oran.
When I arrived, he said:
You have rotten luck.
You apply for a visa,
and there's an attack.
Yes, at Charlie...
He applied on that very day.
Well, what luck.
It's not so bad. Every cloud
has a silver lining.
William Wallace!
William Wallace is a brave man.
He loves freedom.
He doesn't want anyone
to dominate him.
He was ready to die
for Scotland's freedom.
That's why I'm
called William Wallace.
People know I'm brave.
Isn't the beach beautiful?
An entire people
set off from here.
Another 75 kilometres,
and you're in Spain.
The sea there is
keeping me from my wife.
But if I die at sea?
What will become of my wife?
Who'll take care of her?
Do you think people died because
the sea swallowed them up?
They were rammed by ships!
There are ships that
deliberately ram them.
I've experienced an
airplane trying to kill us.
It flew so low
above us, to kill us!
That's how it flew,
I'm telling you!
It flew above us, turned
around and came back.
With it's wind, it tried to
capsize us, in the middle of the ocean!
Many people have died in this sea.
Many of whom are said
to have disappeared.
I had one with me, who's
in England now, Mohammed.
In the middle of the sea,
he said: Stop here!
He saw houses, buildings, hotels.
He said: Stop here at the hotels!
He had hallucinations,
the sea is dangerous.
In the Quran, God says that
ghosts live in deserted places.
Like in the Sahara or in the sea.
They haunt the sea.
You sense things.
You see nothing,
but you sense it.
William Wallace!
Willam Wallace is
sailing the high seas!
Only that counts!
Our motto is Harraga!
Harraga is our motto!
Here brother, look
around so you believe it!
We weren't created
to stay on shore.
There are no
mountains, nothing!
It is only us and our God,
the sky
and the water.
That's our gear.
The sea lies ahead of you.
Spain lies ahead of you.
Misery lies behind you.
Open your doors, Spain!
How wonderful life
would be in Barcelona!
And Algeria stays behind.
Oh men of the neighbourhood,
come and see how
unhappy Abdallah is!
Give us the visa!
That's all we wish for.
Oh Barcelona!
Oh men of the neighbourhood,
come and see how
unhappy Abdallah is!
Give us the visa!
That's all we wish for.
I'm zooming in. See how
many containers it has!
They've seen us.
Let's get out of here!
Oh, they're Harraga!
Algerian, no?
Maybe they're only
peaceful fishermen.
Port Oran calling Smaragd...
Port Oran calling Smaragd...
Yeah, good afternoon.
Destination Barcelona.
Estimated arrival time:
01:00 tomorrow.
Yes I have dangerous
goods on board
classes 3, 8 and 9.
Total quantity: 63.5 metric tons.
Thank you, good watch.
This vessel had experienced
five stowaways from Algiers.
And they found them only in Valencia.
Our vessel is potentially in danger
because all Algerians know
that we always go to Spain.
Thanks.
Our course is now north-east.
According to the forecast,
stormy weather awaits us in Barcelona.
Fallen trees.
Same tomorrow.
Yes?
I don't know,
I saw it on television.
Rough seas are expected.
At wind force 7, we won't
be allowed to enter the port.
Finished, Sir?
Yes, okay. Thank you.
Hello Luda!
How are you, darling?
How are the kids?
Any news?
How are you all?
Is the situation calm in Odessa?
Imagine, it's not even
safe in the streets.
What's Andrej up to?
Did he send off his application?
Alright...
Wish him good luck from me!
And what's Oleg doing just now?
Everything alright?
There's no snow anymore?
There's no peace,
not even in the east.
What's the situation like
at the university?
Oh, it was the holidays?
It'll sort itself out.
The main thing is that
you stay healthy.
That the kids are doing well.
Yes, and that
there's peace finally.
Good, I'm glad to hear
from you, my love.
That's how it is.
Take care, my love.
Me too. It'll soon be half a year.
Me too.
Give the kids a kiss.
To the little one
and the older one.
Good, my love,
see you soon! Me too, yes...
Lifeboat Mimosa? Cartagena
Maritime Rescue Center here.
Two hours from now.
Two hours. A bit earlier
would be better!
Yes, it's a permanent
state of waiting.
Here on the ship,
one waits for home.
And on shore,
one waits for work.
If one is at home for
too long, there's a vacuum,
and something's missing in life.
Sure I know that,
but it concerns not just me,
but my father as well.
He spent 40 years at sea.
It's 31 years for me now.
I told Valentin the
position of second mechanic
will be vacant from May.
Evgenij got a job there.
End January,
begining February, right?
I don't know.
- I think so, he is there.
Considering the situation...
I don't know whether
he served in the army
but that was one reason...
They said, those who were in
the army before would be drafted first.
My son is 17,
he can be drafted
into the army now.
It's rather worrying in
this complicated situation.
There's no guarantee as
to where he'll end up.
We were all born
in the Soviet Union.
And time separated
us from one another.
We're living in
different countries now.
Igor, for example,
is from Archangelsk.
The captain is from Odessa.
And Oleg from Crimea.
- Yes, from Crimea, I'm from Sevastopol.
And the crew here is international.
The Filipinos also have
their political views.
That's why I am no supporter of...
...political discussions?
...political discussions about
what happened in the Ukraine.
Between the Ukraine and Russia or
between Donbass and the Ukraine.
I could shout some slogans
but that would be pointless.
Everyone can do it at home.
Yeah, at home,
whenever one wants.
Walking around with
different flags and so on...
Enough of that now.
He's had enough.
Each one has his own opinion.
Most Filipinos like this song.
It's very famous.
Prodigal son.
For me, it symbolizes myself
because sometimes I'm a prodigal.
Yes, that's why I like it.
Because I can relate
to that song.
Lost souls.
They say, some spirits are
roaming around in the wilderness...
I heard these people from Libya
going to Italy.
They died of hypothermia.
But I don't know...
Maybe their spirit is still
roaming around.
Let's sing again.
Play it again!
Rescue helicoper Helimer? Cartagena
Maritime Rescue Centre here.
Yes, Cartagena to Helimer, channel 10.
We're on our way to the location.
We estimate 42 minutes.
Understood, arrival at
location in 41 minutes.
I repeat the position of the
passenger ship and the dinghy:
37 degrees, 28 minutes north.
0 degrees, 3 minutes east.
Helimer 211 calling Cartagena.
Yes proceed, Helimer 211!
...inform you that we'll arrive
at the location in about 40 minutes.
I'll calculate it more precisely,
but about 40 minutes to get there.
Alright, the idea is
that you stay there.
The lifeboat Mimosa has
given us their arrival time.
They still need about an
hour and a half from now.
Jackie!
Look how many are on it, Jackie?
Tell me how many are on it.
- How many are on it?
Jackie, love, just look at all the heads.
Ten or something like it...
They called the Spanish coast guard?
- Yes.
Is that a wee speedboat, Terry?
Is that an engine on the back?
Yeah, a wee speedboat type of thing.
You'd always wait.
It's a waiting game.
I mean, a good night is
when nothing happens.
You know, you don't
want necessarily...
It'll depend on the
circumstances, but generally...
within security, a good night is when...
you've had a peaceful night.
There hasn't been any cause for concern.
You're always on the edge.
You're waiting on the unforeseen.
Sometimes when you least expect it,
that's when it can happen.
So you always have
to be on the lookout.
Sometimes you can be distracted
by certain images or whatever
and they're not an
important security image.
And you can't get distracted.
And that's when you'll miss something else.
You need to be on your toes.
You need to be on your guard.
No.
No sound.
All visual.
It's reality TV.
You'll not get any more
real than this at times.
No breaks.
Constant.
Yeah, I see that there.
I mean, as the night progresses...
It'll go quieter.
There'll always be something going on
in the background somewhere
but generally a lot quieter.
And then it resurrects itself
in the new day.
You see the light coming up again,
the sun rise in the distance.
The animals, birds coming awake.
Belfast on a Sunday is
a lot quieter than the normal.
These streets used to echo
to the sounds of military vehicles.
I was standing just here,
just around this area here.
I could see, my family home
was in view here.
I was aware my own father
was standing at the door.
I could see what
was going on in view.
So, at that point there...
there was British Army and they
were moving down this street.
You have dogs barking, you have...
a lot of sounds and stuff going on.
And then there was the sound of...
a plastic bullet being fired.
I could see the figure of
this young lad fall to the ground.
I was aware that it was young
Brian Stewart who was actually being hit.
People screaming, there were
a lot of girls and women screaming.
The soldiers, confusion going on.
They tried to arrest him,
what appeared to be
trailing him by the feet.
Then they let him down.
They let go of him and they proceeded
to leave the street, pursued by
angry residents at the time.
He had called at my door
prior to him being shot.
I was around another part of
the estate, just around here.
Unknown to young Brian, he came
around here and had actually
rapped our family home
looking for me,
which I found out later.
My mother had
answered the door and
said to him "No, Terry's not in."
So he left and I think it
was literally moments later,
he was being shot at that corner.
If I'd have been in, he might
have been brought into the house.
But there you go.
How are you?
The helplessness that there was...
There was anger.
There was venting of anger.
I remember feeling that.
There was a lot of
venting of anger.
Buried on his fourteenth.
I just wonder about people
now passing by his mural,
how many give it much thought.
That's a very, very
good likeness of him.
He's looking straight here, isn't he?
He's looking straight down.
Good morning.
- Good morning. How was your night?
Good.
You want some toast?
- Oh no, just a cup of tea'll do me.
Are you for a workaday, Jackie?
- Yeah.
You'll be heading shortly?
- Yep.
It was some rain last night!
I must go and feed my wee birds.
Terry, I'm gonna have to go to work.
- Alright, love.
See you later.
- See you later.
Time for bed.
We were at home in the evening.
Suddenly we heard something.
Women screaming.
They dragged them through the
street to the mountain, to kill them.
We went outside to have a look.
But it was hard to see.
We had to hide
and tried to see something.
They dragged them
until they refused
to go any further.
One pulled out a weapon.
He shot them without hesitation.
Two died on the spot, one didn't.
Until morning.
In the morning, she tried
to stand up and walk.
We wanted to help her,
but we couldn't.
She crawled to my
grandparent's house.
She scraped at the door
and cried out: "Help me!"
We heard her, all in the
neighbourhood could hear her.
Until morning.
At around 7 am, we went
out to cover her up.
We covered her up
with a white sheet.
We cowered all in one room.
Out of fear.
Those who were born in the 90s
weren't brought up with such things.
They cannot understand.
Most of my friends, who
are now in their mid-30s,
who experienced terrorism
still live with the stress.
That's why I say: Those
who escape to Europe -
you need not fear
them anymore.
You should fear those
who live in Europe
because they're
easily influenced.
I like the sound of
the waves crashing.
I suppose it gives you,
it's peace, a sense of peace.
And this is what life should be.
Watched them for quite a
considerable length of time.
90 minutes in total?
Yeah easy.
They were a distance
away from the ship.
You sort of tried to zoom in
to get a clear understanding of
what you were actually
physically looking at.
And then you realized,
my God there's,
human beings in this.
You start to try and imagine
why they're there.
What's driven them to there.
To a certain extent, you start
to try and put yourself in their position.
But you can never replicate that.
You can only assume that it has been
something that has been drastic enough
to drive people to do that sort of thing.
They were waving and people
were waving back to them.
It was a strange, strange sight.
This image awakens memories...
I was at sea for 3 days,
exactly like this.
The sea looked different.
Not so harmless
like a swimming pool.
Here the sea is calm.
We had bad weather
when we had the breakdown.
It was raining
as we set off again.
When it rains,
the sea turns calm.
Because the rain
drives away the wind.
When I look at it...
Not an easy situation...
The one in the blue jacket,
he's in prison.
In Spain.
This is the one,
who sang about me.
He's forever singing for
the Koubba football team.
The one there is
from Constantine.
The one in the front is unwell.
On account of him,
I said: Either we stay or...
If we'd stayed,
he would've died.
The poor man is diabetic.
I gave him dates,
sweets and cake.
The one there is in France.
This one is also in France,
beside him is Houcin.
The one in the yellow jacket.
The poor chap here
is also in prison in Spain.
I feel sorry for the two of them.
One is an orphan,
the other is impoverished.
Do you know...
Do you know when we
saw the Spanish mountains?
Around 1:30, 2pm.
When I saw the mountains,
I wanted to stop.
To turn off the engine.
I noticed that he'd
falled asleep, the diabetic.
I said: Listen friends,
you have the choice.
We have to take this man ashore.
If he dies, it'll be our fault.
He wants to go to Europe.
His parents need him and are waiting.
Either we go ashore now,
they'll arrest and imprison us.
Or we wait until it
gets dark and he dies.
They said: Abdallah, you decide.
I said: I want to take him ashore,
maybe they'll arrest us, but he won't die.
How wonderful life would be in Barcelona...
I'm at the window.
I watch my father.
He's standing there
with these people.
They're terrorists.
He's talking to them.
But I understand nothing.
I'm just watching.
They're standing beside the car.
They're asking my father
to get into the car.
I'm scared they will
take him with them.
They get into the car.
Ironically, it was I who
gave them the car keys.
Because they were in my room.
If they take my father,
I want to go with him.
The problem is:
There are two men.
They're at my door.
I can't go out.
I was 12 years old.
Hello, greetings.
How are you, Soumia?
You okay?
Thank God.
Is Abdallah there?
Can I speak to him?
Thanks.
Hey, where are you?
Didn't I say that you
should wait for me?
Oh, good.
Thank God.
What did you do today?
Whom did you meet?
Karim, aunty Zoulika, Fafa?
Good. Tell me.
That's good.
It's okay. Are all well?
That's good.
I got a letter from the authorities,
where I was recently.
I've lodged an appeal now.
And I'll go to Nantes.
We're waiting now.
I phoned the lawyer,
but she's still on holiday.
All well otherwise?
Don't you dare tell me
about the beach and such.
Because when I speak of it...
Who? Fatima?
What's with her?
Oh God...
But where?
She said you thought
of me as you drove off.
I said: A pity.
God willing, next year.
Will you meet them?
Good.
Good, okay.
See you later.
I may be out then.
I'm bored, everyone's gone.
I have no where to go.
I'll ring you when
I'm online. Okay?
Okay.
See you later.
Bye.
Yes, tell me?
A boat with refugees was sighted.
Alright...
Hello!
How desolate!
Everyone's gone.
If I leave,
I can never return.
Because I don't have
legal papers.
Yes, exactly.
I was able to travel
to Algeria and return.
I had a job and an apartment.
Then I applied for an
extension of my resident permit.
They rejected my application.
Because I got married in Algeria.
Yes, to Abdallah!
It means: I'm supposed to go back.
Destiny - I don't know...
It's all blocked.
I'd like to stay here.
The question is not whether
I like France or not.
But my doctor's here.
I'm being treated here.
That's the reason.
It's like this:
When I came to France,
the doctor who examined me
said: Your scoliosis is antiquated!
It doesn't exist in France.
Because here it's treated at birth.
I've lost so much time.
I tried here and there.
Went to Algiers, to Oran,
everywhere.
But when the doctors saw me,
they said: Nothing can be done.
If you can afford it, go to France.
When I was young,
my father couldn't afford
to send me to France.
Then I applied for a visa
numerous times.
When I was 12, 13, 14 years old.
All rejected.
We tried again and again.
Until I turned 28.
I applied for a visa, and
fortunately it was granted.
At the moment, I have to visit
my surgeon for the aftercare.
An appointment every six months.
At present, that's what
I think about mostly.
Afterwards - I don't know...
It was her smile,
with which it all started.
I met her at a market in Paris.
That's how I met her.
We then got to know each other.
I looked at her. She returned
my gaze and laughed.
Although I was deported,
we stayed in touch.
I fell in love with her.
I wish to share my life with her.
God sent her to me.
It's my destiny.
When I think of it, I'm sad.
At times we phone or skype.
It's the only way we can talk.
In God's name...
This is Cartagena Maritime
Rescue Center.
Houcin, how are you?
- Are you better?
Yes, thank God.
- Are you working at present?
It's okay. The usual.
I was at the beach just now.
Do you remember the full moon night,
as we were about to leave?
The sea was so calm.
When I'm on the beach,
I think of the day
on which the waves were so high.
- The first or the second time?
The second time was a breeze.
The first time was the great adventure.
We suffered for 3 days.
It was really hard.
I lost my gear.
We liked best the
early morning start.
Starting out at 4am.
In the moonlight.
A pleasure.
- The coffee in the morning.
The day began.
But it was a risk.
- Yes.
No easy feat.
I loved the dolphins!
The sea was calm,
the dolphins played with us.
The killer whale.
- Yes.
And the turtle.
What fun!
Then the sea got rough...
And there...
Once on the other side,
I couldn't believe it.
I thought I was going to die.
Sometimes I can hardly
believe I'm still alive.
Then I think: God is great.
That's life, my friend.
And if I tell you:
One more trip,
and then that's it?
- No.
I think we'll do a final trip,
then it's over!
No, never.
Hello.
How are you, my darling?
Are you alright?
Have you recovered a bit?
I was out, as usual,
at the market early today.
At the bird market.
I earned a little,
then returned home.
Yes.
And you? Any news?
Nothing?
Yes, I know.
Yes.
Maybe there'll be news next week.
About my application.
Regarding my visa application.
Yes.
With God's help,
we'll have some news.
Maybe he'll bring us together.
God willing.
Yes, okay.
Take care, my darling.
That's most important.
I'll phone again this evening.
Okay.
I love you more than anything.
Thanks.
Abdallah!
- Yes, I'm coming!
If his wife weren't ill,
he wouldn't go.
She's ill, what can she do!
- If only she could be here.
His poor wife is ill.
On the day of the attack.
That's when I submitted my application.
I was out of there at twelve thirty.
I drove to a friend,
to Chopeau in Oran.
When I arrived, he said:
You have rotten luck.
You apply for a visa,
and there's an attack.
Yes, at Charlie...
He applied on that very day.
Well, what luck.
It's not so bad. Every cloud
has a silver lining.
William Wallace!
William Wallace is a brave man.
He loves freedom.
He doesn't want anyone
to dominate him.
He was ready to die
for Scotland's freedom.
That's why I'm
called William Wallace.
People know I'm brave.
Isn't the beach beautiful?
An entire people
set off from here.
Another 75 kilometres,
and you're in Spain.
The sea there is
keeping me from my wife.
But if I die at sea?
What will become of my wife?
Who'll take care of her?
Do you think people died because
the sea swallowed them up?
They were rammed by ships!
There are ships that
deliberately ram them.
I've experienced an
airplane trying to kill us.
It flew so low
above us, to kill us!
That's how it flew,
I'm telling you!
It flew above us, turned
around and came back.
With it's wind, it tried to
capsize us, in the middle of the ocean!
Many people have died in this sea.
Many of whom are said
to have disappeared.
I had one with me, who's
in England now, Mohammed.
In the middle of the sea,
he said: Stop here!
He saw houses, buildings, hotels.
He said: Stop here at the hotels!
He had hallucinations,
the sea is dangerous.
In the Quran, God says that
ghosts live in deserted places.
Like in the Sahara or in the sea.
They haunt the sea.
You sense things.
You see nothing,
but you sense it.
William Wallace!
Willam Wallace is
sailing the high seas!
Only that counts!
Our motto is Harraga!
Harraga is our motto!
Here brother, look
around so you believe it!
We weren't created
to stay on shore.
There are no
mountains, nothing!
It is only us and our God,
the sky
and the water.
That's our gear.
The sea lies ahead of you.
Spain lies ahead of you.
Misery lies behind you.
Open your doors, Spain!
How wonderful life
would be in Barcelona!
And Algeria stays behind.
Oh men of the neighbourhood,
come and see how
unhappy Abdallah is!
Give us the visa!
That's all we wish for.
Oh Barcelona!
Oh men of the neighbourhood,
come and see how
unhappy Abdallah is!
Give us the visa!
That's all we wish for.
I'm zooming in. See how
many containers it has!
They've seen us.
Let's get out of here!
Oh, they're Harraga!
Algerian, no?
Maybe they're only
peaceful fishermen.
Port Oran calling Smaragd...
Port Oran calling Smaragd...
Yeah, good afternoon.
Destination Barcelona.
Estimated arrival time:
01:00 tomorrow.
Yes I have dangerous
goods on board
classes 3, 8 and 9.
Total quantity: 63.5 metric tons.
Thank you, good watch.
This vessel had experienced
five stowaways from Algiers.
And they found them only in Valencia.
Our vessel is potentially in danger
because all Algerians know
that we always go to Spain.
Thanks.
Our course is now north-east.
According to the forecast,
stormy weather awaits us in Barcelona.
Fallen trees.
Same tomorrow.
Yes?
I don't know,
I saw it on television.
Rough seas are expected.
At wind force 7, we won't
be allowed to enter the port.
Finished, Sir?
Yes, okay. Thank you.
Hello Luda!
How are you, darling?
How are the kids?
Any news?
How are you all?
Is the situation calm in Odessa?
Imagine, it's not even
safe in the streets.
What's Andrej up to?
Did he send off his application?
Alright...
Wish him good luck from me!
And what's Oleg doing just now?
Everything alright?
There's no snow anymore?
There's no peace,
not even in the east.
What's the situation like
at the university?
Oh, it was the holidays?
It'll sort itself out.
The main thing is that
you stay healthy.
That the kids are doing well.
Yes, and that
there's peace finally.
Good, I'm glad to hear
from you, my love.
That's how it is.
Take care, my love.
Me too. It'll soon be half a year.
Me too.
Give the kids a kiss.
To the little one
and the older one.
Good, my love,
see you soon! Me too, yes...
Lifeboat Mimosa? Cartagena
Maritime Rescue Center here.
Two hours from now.
Two hours. A bit earlier
would be better!
Yes, it's a permanent
state of waiting.
Here on the ship,
one waits for home.
And on shore,
one waits for work.
If one is at home for
too long, there's a vacuum,
and something's missing in life.
Sure I know that,
but it concerns not just me,
but my father as well.
He spent 40 years at sea.
It's 31 years for me now.
I told Valentin the
position of second mechanic
will be vacant from May.
Evgenij got a job there.
End January,
begining February, right?
I don't know.
- I think so, he is there.
Considering the situation...
I don't know whether
he served in the army
but that was one reason...
They said, those who were in
the army before would be drafted first.
My son is 17,
he can be drafted
into the army now.
It's rather worrying in
this complicated situation.
There's no guarantee as
to where he'll end up.
We were all born
in the Soviet Union.
And time separated
us from one another.
We're living in
different countries now.
Igor, for example,
is from Archangelsk.
The captain is from Odessa.
And Oleg from Crimea.
- Yes, from Crimea, I'm from Sevastopol.
And the crew here is international.
The Filipinos also have
their political views.
That's why I am no supporter of...
...political discussions?
...political discussions about
what happened in the Ukraine.
Between the Ukraine and Russia or
between Donbass and the Ukraine.
I could shout some slogans
but that would be pointless.
Everyone can do it at home.
Yeah, at home,
whenever one wants.
Walking around with
different flags and so on...
Enough of that now.
He's had enough.
Each one has his own opinion.
Most Filipinos like this song.
It's very famous.
Prodigal son.
For me, it symbolizes myself
because sometimes I'm a prodigal.
Yes, that's why I like it.
Because I can relate
to that song.
Lost souls.
They say, some spirits are
roaming around in the wilderness...
I heard these people from Libya
going to Italy.
They died of hypothermia.
But I don't know...
Maybe their spirit is still
roaming around.
Let's sing again.
Play it again!
Rescue helicoper Helimer? Cartagena
Maritime Rescue Centre here.
Yes, Cartagena to Helimer, channel 10.
We're on our way to the location.
We estimate 42 minutes.
Understood, arrival at
location in 41 minutes.
I repeat the position of the
passenger ship and the dinghy:
37 degrees, 28 minutes north.
0 degrees, 3 minutes east.
Helimer 211 calling Cartagena.
Yes proceed, Helimer 211!
...inform you that we'll arrive
at the location in about 40 minutes.
I'll calculate it more precisely,
but about 40 minutes to get there.
Alright, the idea is
that you stay there.
The lifeboat Mimosa has
given us their arrival time.
They still need about an
hour and a half from now.
Jackie!
Look how many are on it, Jackie?
Tell me how many are on it.
- How many are on it?
Jackie, love, just look at all the heads.
Ten or something like it...
They called the Spanish coast guard?
- Yes.
Is that a wee speedboat, Terry?
Is that an engine on the back?
Yeah, a wee speedboat type of thing.
You'd always wait.
It's a waiting game.
I mean, a good night is
when nothing happens.
You know, you don't
want necessarily...
It'll depend on the
circumstances, but generally...
within security, a good night is when...
you've had a peaceful night.
There hasn't been any cause for concern.
You're always on the edge.
You're waiting on the unforeseen.
Sometimes when you least expect it,
that's when it can happen.
So you always have
to be on the lookout.
Sometimes you can be distracted
by certain images or whatever
and they're not an
important security image.
And you can't get distracted.
And that's when you'll miss something else.
You need to be on your toes.
You need to be on your guard.
No.
No sound.
All visual.
It's reality TV.
You'll not get any more
real than this at times.
No breaks.
Constant.
Yeah, I see that there.
I mean, as the night progresses...
It'll go quieter.
There'll always be something going on
in the background somewhere
but generally a lot quieter.
And then it resurrects itself
in the new day.
You see the light coming up again,
the sun rise in the distance.
The animals, birds coming awake.
Belfast on a Sunday is
a lot quieter than the normal.
These streets used to echo
to the sounds of military vehicles.
I was standing just here,
just around this area here.
I could see, my family home
was in view here.
I was aware my own father
was standing at the door.
I could see what
was going on in view.
So, at that point there...
there was British Army and they
were moving down this street.
You have dogs barking, you have...
a lot of sounds and stuff going on.
And then there was the sound of...
a plastic bullet being fired.
I could see the figure of
this young lad fall to the ground.
I was aware that it was young
Brian Stewart who was actually being hit.
People screaming, there were
a lot of girls and women screaming.
The soldiers, confusion going on.
They tried to arrest him,
what appeared to be
trailing him by the feet.
Then they let him down.
They let go of him and they proceeded
to leave the street, pursued by
angry residents at the time.
He had called at my door
prior to him being shot.
I was around another part of
the estate, just around here.
Unknown to young Brian, he came
around here and had actually
rapped our family home
looking for me,
which I found out later.
My mother had
answered the door and
said to him "No, Terry's not in."
So he left and I think it
was literally moments later,
he was being shot at that corner.
If I'd have been in, he might
have been brought into the house.
But there you go.
How are you?
The helplessness that there was...
There was anger.
There was venting of anger.
I remember feeling that.
There was a lot of
venting of anger.
Buried on his fourteenth.
I just wonder about people
now passing by his mural,
how many give it much thought.
That's a very, very
good likeness of him.
He's looking straight here, isn't he?
He's looking straight down.
Good morning.
- Good morning. How was your night?
Good.
You want some toast?
- Oh no, just a cup of tea'll do me.
Are you for a workaday, Jackie?
- Yeah.
You'll be heading shortly?
- Yep.
It was some rain last night!
I must go and feed my wee birds.
Terry, I'm gonna have to go to work.
- Alright, love.
See you later.
- See you later.
Time for bed.
We were at home in the evening.
Suddenly we heard something.
Women screaming.
They dragged them through the
street to the mountain, to kill them.
We went outside to have a look.
But it was hard to see.
We had to hide
and tried to see something.
They dragged them
until they refused
to go any further.
One pulled out a weapon.
He shot them without hesitation.
Two died on the spot, one didn't.
Until morning.
In the morning, she tried
to stand up and walk.
We wanted to help her,
but we couldn't.
She crawled to my
grandparent's house.
She scraped at the door
and cried out: "Help me!"
We heard her, all in the
neighbourhood could hear her.
Until morning.
At around 7 am, we went
out to cover her up.
We covered her up
with a white sheet.
We cowered all in one room.
Out of fear.
Those who were born in the 90s
weren't brought up with such things.
They cannot understand.
Most of my friends, who
are now in their mid-30s,
who experienced terrorism
still live with the stress.
That's why I say: Those
who escape to Europe -
you need not fear
them anymore.
You should fear those
who live in Europe
because they're
easily influenced.
I like the sound of
the waves crashing.
I suppose it gives you,
it's peace, a sense of peace.
And this is what life should be.
Watched them for quite a
considerable length of time.
90 minutes in total?
Yeah easy.
They were a distance
away from the ship.
You sort of tried to zoom in
to get a clear understanding of
what you were actually
physically looking at.
And then you realized,
my God there's,
human beings in this.
You start to try and imagine
why they're there.
What's driven them to there.
To a certain extent, you start
to try and put yourself in their position.
But you can never replicate that.
You can only assume that it has been
something that has been drastic enough
to drive people to do that sort of thing.
They were waving and people
were waving back to them.
It was a strange, strange sight.
This image awakens memories...
I was at sea for 3 days,
exactly like this.
The sea looked different.
Not so harmless
like a swimming pool.
Here the sea is calm.
We had bad weather
when we had the breakdown.
It was raining
as we set off again.
When it rains,
the sea turns calm.
Because the rain
drives away the wind.
When I look at it...
Not an easy situation...
The one in the blue jacket,
he's in prison.
In Spain.
This is the one,
who sang about me.
He's forever singing for
the Koubba football team.
The one there is
from Constantine.
The one in the front is unwell.
On account of him,
I said: Either we stay or...
If we'd stayed,
he would've died.
The poor man is diabetic.
I gave him dates,
sweets and cake.
The one there is in France.
This one is also in France,
beside him is Houcin.
The one in the yellow jacket.
The poor chap here
is also in prison in Spain.
I feel sorry for the two of them.
One is an orphan,
the other is impoverished.
Do you know...
Do you know when we
saw the Spanish mountains?
Around 1:30, 2pm.
When I saw the mountains,
I wanted to stop.
To turn off the engine.
I noticed that he'd
falled asleep, the diabetic.
I said: Listen friends,
you have the choice.
We have to take this man ashore.
If he dies, it'll be our fault.
He wants to go to Europe.
His parents need him and are waiting.
Either we go ashore now,
they'll arrest and imprison us.
Or we wait until it
gets dark and he dies.
They said: Abdallah, you decide.
I said: I want to take him ashore,
maybe they'll arrest us, but he won't die.
How wonderful life would be in Barcelona...