"You should get me across the border as soon as possible." "Don't worry, we have a doctor waiting for you there." "Good." "What are we doing to this country ?" "All this so our yuppies can have their weekly lines of coke." "Every night a line of blood." "You know what really gets me about being a war photographer ?" "What ?" "I never have time to play with my kids." "So how many you got ?" "None." "Fifteen wars, man." "Fifteen wars." "I've seen the shit holes." "I've been there, seen the slaughtering, taking my pictures." "And I've had people wounded on their knees in front of me... begging me to help them." "You know what I do ?" "Take their picture." "I've never saved anybody." "Fifteen wars." "Not a single one." "Yeah, but your photographs have helped a lot, Mr. Jacobs." "Yeah, sure, to sell them more newspapers." "You have no idea what I would give just so that one, one of my pictures would make a difference," "change something here." " Get down." " Why ?" "I'm ruining your car." "So tell me :" "Why are you a photographer ?" "I don't know." "I don't know ; because my mother taught me to see." "Give these to John Blackburn at the Times." "No, it's okay ;" "you'll give them to him." "What is it ?" "It's "Powder Keg"." "The story ?" "Find my mother." "Give her this." "Pinche gringo." "What are you doing ?" "Stop taking the pictures." "Stop taking the pictures !" "Stop..." "Stop taking the fucking pictures !" "We made it, Harvey." "We made it." "Harvey, we made it." "We're there." "Shit !" "Mrs. Jacobs ?" "I was with your son when..." "I'm really sorry." "Thank you." "You know that he's... he just won the Pulitzer." "He asked me to give you this." "I'm really sorry."