I sometimes think about the unspoken gravity of this scene.  Because he’s free, he’s escaped but he’s been wandering about in the desert for god only knows how long, and he’s probably thinking that his escape was in vain and that he’s going to die anyway, lost in some dry, barren wasteland, dehydrated and burned by the sun.  And there’s probably an initial moment of panic as the chopper flies over, because who is he to know until he sees it that it contains a friend or foe?  Then the overwhelming sense of relief because he isn’t going to die.  And even though it’s not shown here, I find a great amount of gravity in the moment when he collapses onto he’s knees and holds up a two-fingered sign of peace.  Because it was months ago that he was underestimating the prospect of peace, saying he’d be without a job with peace, but it was through peace that he finds his place in the world.