Beyond Rangoon Page #3

Yes, yes, we'll catch up with you.

Marshal law.

They've closed the airport.

When you get to Rangoon,

go straight to your embassy.

Well, look:
Here's my address in the States.

I hope you'll write to me.

You're a doctor.

Well, a doctor who can't stand the sight of

blood is not much use to anybody.

-Miss Laura, here are your things.

-Oh, thanks.

Get down!

You have no papers!

The money!

Wait until they are not watching.

Then walk slowly to the train.

Goodbye, Min Han.

Bye, Miss Laura.

There is nothing you can do for me.

Please, go! Go! Please!

Come on!

-Pump the pedal!

-I am!

Duck!

We need help!

This man is hurt!

Somebody help us!

Do you speak English?

I need to get him to a bigger village,

somewhere where there's medicine.

I can pay you!

How much you got?

Two hundred kyats.

You want we risk for just two hundred kyats?!

It's all I have!

You wait...

...Soldiers every place, now!

He says, he will take us.

They're on their way... to Rangoon...

to sell their bamboo.

Thank you.

Can... can you help us?

Come on.

Come.

Aung Ko. Shhh.

Hold on. It's almost morning.

-Let me die.

-No. You're going to live.

Aung Ko.

Come on.

Squeeze my hand.

Come on.

Stay with me.

Is there a pharmacy in town? Medicine.

Medicine? Doctor? Doctor!

He needs medicine.

He's not going to live without it.

Please.

30 minutes.

Please!

No no. No.

I don't want that.

No no no no.

If they see me with that --

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please help me. My friend is dying.

I need medicine. I need a hospital.

There's a clinic: That building at the end.

Be careful. They took my husband away.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Please.

Thank you.

Take care.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Sentu.

Now I must go.

Go where?

I have some friends who live nearby.

You're not going anywhere.

Your friends have all fled.

I'm going to arrange to get you asylum. Wait there, Aung Ko!

I can't let you do this.

Just wait there. I'll be back.

It is most unseemly!

America!

America, help us!

I'm an American citizen.

I need to speak with the Consul.

Passport, please.

It's inside the embassy - I'm picking it up now.

Go check with them.

-What is your name?

-Bowman. Laura Bowman.

Bowman.

-Laura Bowman.

-Yes.

-Bowman.

-Yes.

-Come with me.

-What?

-Where is the man you were traveling with?

-What man?

No! You can't do this!

I'm an American citizen!

Help HIM!

-This is crazy! I need to call the embassy!

-All phones are cut!

Stop it! Stop!

He says we can hide in the monastery!

They have a truck! We try for border!

Christ!

-Who are you?

-Does the world know what is happening here?

-They won't, unless I get these photos out!

-Run! Run!

-Where are you from?

-America.

-Why are you here?

-It's not by choice.

The photographer smuggled his pictures out, somehow.

They were the only evidence of the massacre.

What the Chinese did in Tiananmen Square was televised...

...but Burma wasn't.

So for most of the world,

it just didn't happen.

-What is it?

-Checkpoint.

He wants to kill the soldier,

because soldiers killed his brother.

I was telling him that if we to do them what they have done to us,

we will become like them.

He saved our lives.

But he did it with hate.

You can't fight without hate.

Do monks talk of fighting now?!

Thousands of students -- just kids, really --

did what we did.

We headed for the jungles of the North.

If we could cross the border into Thailand,

we'd be safe.

Aung Ko knew the way.

He'd gotten his daughter out

when the government came after his family.

Let's go.

They shoot us all like animals!

How can they do that?

How can they shoot their own people like that in cold blood?

They get boys from villages -- they can't read or write.

They tell them students are communists, who want to destroy Burma.

And they believe that?

I used to believe that, too.

I'm not a monk.

I'm a soldier.

When they ordered us to shoot children,

I ran away.

The monks shaved my head

and gave me these robes to hide me.

I decide to join the students

and fight against the army.

But... it is useless, now.

I lose everything:

My country, my family... I'm nothing.

No. You're more than you were.

Much more.

Yeah, but you have to keep going.

You know how to fight.

You can help us...

Yes.

It's alright. It's alright.

They're friendly.

Who are they?

They are Karen guerillas.

They have been fighting the government for more than 40 years.

It's okay... it's safe to follow them.

They will take us to their camp near the border.

Many students are gathered there.

During that time,

The Karen sheltered thousands of students as best they could.

But they had hardly enough food for themselves.

And their camps were always under the threat of attack.

Miss Laura:
Water?

Miss Laura, there is great happiness that all are safe.

Are all your friends safe?

Yes, all are here.

Where's Min Han?

He... he saved Aung Ko's life.

I was getting on the train and...

they just shot him.

The Karens think there is a chance

we can cross the border tomorrow.

They think the soldiers have moved north.

They have been shooting everybody

that tries to cross!

So... we go tomorrow.

This is the BBC World Service,

broadcasting from London.

Popular opposition leader, Aung San Suu Kyi,

taped an emotional appeal to the world community...

...to help stop the bloodshed that has gripped her country,

and to support her call for fair and free elections.

But the military regime denied that violence had been used,

but vowed that order would be restored at any cost.

And now, here is the sports roundup.

In cricket, today Imran Khan, of Pakistan...

General Ne Win rules by fear.

But he is afraid of Aung San Suu Kyi,

because she's not afraid.

That night in Rangoon when she just faced the guns,

she looked so serene, and all those people were watching.

Because she was not watching herself.

Blanket for you?

Thank you, San San.

Laura... tomorrow, one way or another...

our ways will part.

Aung Ko, I feel like we've lived a

whole life together -- you and I.

Danny!

You've got to let me go, Mom.

I have to go.

My boy, Danny...

I've held him so clearly in my mind's eye.

But I... I can't seem to hang onto him.

He's fading!

I'm losing him.

All things pass, Laura.

Mm.

I want to believe that he's... somewhere else...

He and his father, together.

I hope his father's taking care of him.

They are shadows, as we are shadows,

briefly walking the earth, and soon gone.

All I wanted to do was just...

to die to be with them.

And here I am,

fighting to stay alive.

Life is too strong in you.

It won't let you go.

It has a purpose for you.

No.

You are a healer.

No.

You healed me.

That was the antibiotic.

More than my wound.

I think when it came down to it,

I was just afraid to die.

Me, too.

Try to sleep.

-That is Thailand, across the river.

-Thailand! -Thailand!

Aung Ko!

Aung Ko!

Are you alright?

Laura, please, please come. Please.

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