| LEN: |
All right, we're alone. Now where are they? |
| JAMIL: |
I didn't mean this room, you idiot. I meant— |
| LEN: |
Shut up! Where are they? [PAUSE] Where are they? |
| JAMIL: |
I meant this land. |
| LEN: |
I don't have time for your politics. |
| JAMIL: |
Then tell you and every one of your thick-tailed kind to stop soiling my home and go back to where you came. |
| LEN: |
Vixens and pups are going to die if you don't tell me where those bombs are, Jamil. That is on you. Not on me, not on them, not on this government, no matter how much you want to spin this with your misguided philosophy---- |
| JAMIL: |
Look at me, fox! Look at me! Look at my fur, what do you see? |
| LEN: |
We're running out of time, Jamil. |
| JAMIL: |
You see sand, don't you? Scrub, dry grass, the color of the land you claim is your own? |
| LEN: |
This is getting us nowhere. |
| JAMIL: |
Now look at yourself. We're not so different, Len, are we? Both canids, the same size. Just you're the one whose ancestors ran like cowards to the corners of the Earth and shook the sand from your hide to bare the red of traitors. |
| LEN: |
We didn't run, jackal. We were forced to leave. |
| JAMIL: |
And you came back when you had the strength to hold down those who stayed? |
| LEN: |
If you don't tell me right now where those bombs are, Jamil, I will show you just how much strength we have. |