Blood Diamond Page #3

your brothers and sisters are dead.

- You are dead! You have been reborn.

- No!

- We are your family now.

- No! No!

Your parents are weak.

They're the farmers.

They're the fishermen.

They've done nothing

but suck the blood from this country.

But you are the heroes

who will save this nation.

You are not children anymore.

You're men.

No one has ever given you respect...

...but with this in your hand,

they go fear you.

If you do not get

the respect you deserve...

...you will take it

by shedding their blood.

- Repeat after me, shed their blood.

- Shed their blood.

- Louder! Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

- Shed their blood!

Make them hear you in Freetown.

Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

Shed their blood!

- Dia Vandy, stand up.

- Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

- Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

- Put your hand on the gun.

Shed their blood!

Shed their blood!

Shed their blood!

Shed their blood!

- Shed their blood! Shed their blood!

- Now squeeze the trigger.

Come on, Dia. Pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger!

I know, I know.

It's hard to be a man.

Sit up. Come.

But you are a soldier

of the revolution now.

And I am your commander.

Whatever you need...

...guns, CDs, food...

...come to me.

I will take care of you.

Today, you are promoted

to the rank of captain.

Dia Vandy...

...boss man.

How's it, bru?

- You got something for me, huh?

- Yeah.

- So, what's new, M'Ed?

- F***ing RUF.

Tried to hit the government building

across the street.

Sh*t, man, half the people

be soldiers today, RUF tomorrow.

- Might be time to get your family out, huh?

- And go where?

Just fire up the chopper

and fly away like you people?

This my country, man.

We here long before you came,

long after you gone.

- Hi. I'm Maddy Bowen.

- How about you dance with me?

- No, I don't dance.

- Neither do I. Come on.

- So, Danny...

- Archer.

Archer.

When did you first start

moving stones? Was it Angola?

Then you did the whole

mercenary thing. Was that fun?

So, what are you?

Nihilist? Opportunist?

Maybe I wasn't breast-fed

as a child, huh?

You think I haven't met

people like you before?

- I think you get off on people like me.

- You think?

When did you first start

working for Van De Kaap?

Christ, you never stop, do you?

No, I never stop.

Do you want me to stop?

Why don't we go back to your place,

see what's in the minibar, huh?

I'm a print journalist. I drank it.

Is it possible that you don't care

how many people die...

...because of the deals you do?

People here kill each other as a way of life.

Always been like that.

So you can just watch it

and go about your day?

Maybe we should all just

write about it, then.

Look, thanks for the dance, huh?

- And a shot too, huh, M'Ed?

- Sure.

You're a hard case, huh?

Tell me something,

how long you been here in Africa, huh?

Three months. And before that,

Afghanistan and Bosnia.

You come here

with your laptop computer...

...and your malaria medicine

and your little bottles of hand sanitizer.

Think you're gonna change

the outcome, huh?

Let me tell you something.

You sell blood diamonds too.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Tell me, how is that?

Who do you think buys

the stones that I bring out?

Dreamy American girls who all want

a storybook wedding and a big, shiny rock...

...like the ones in the advertisements

of your politically-correct magazines.

So, please, don't come here

and make judgments on me, all right?

I provide a service. The world wants what

we have, and they want it cheap.

We're in business together.

Get over yourself, darling.

Okay, just to clarify, not all American girls

want a storybook wedding...

...just like not all Africans kill each other

as a way of life.

And yeah, it's a sh*t, sh*t world,

but you know what?

Good things are done every day,

just, apparently, not by you.

This place is about to explode.

I wanna spend my time

with someone else.

You are listening to BBC World Service.

In Sierra Leone, Revolutionary United Front

forces have been sighted...

...within 10 kilometers

of the capital city of Freetown.

The minister of the interior

has expressed confidence...

...that the government troops

can repel the attack.

All foreign nationals are being advised

to leave the country.

There are also unconfirmed reports...

...that atrocities are being committed by

both sides in the rapidly worsening situation.

The United Nations has described

the refugee situation as critical.

Don't tell me you're gonna try

and sell it yourself.

To who?

And for what price, my friend?

You need my help,

whether you like it or not.

- What are you talking about?

- Here, let me help you with that.

You hear that? You hear that?

They came into the city overnight.

It's started.

What are you gonna do now, huh?

Listen, the right stone can buy anything.

Information, safety, even freedom.

But a big stone does not stay secret

for very long.

The moment you tell anyone about it,

your life is absolutely worthless.

The only reason you're alive is

you haven't told anyone where it is.

Am I right? Am I?

Who do you think got you

out of jail, huh?

- That makes us partners.

- I am not your partner!

What if I helped you find your family?

What do you know of my family?

The relief agencies are useless,

the hospitals are overwhelmed.

- There are other ways, bru.

- Liar.

Look at me. I know people, huh?

White people.

Without me, you're just another

black man in Africa, all right?

Oh, sh*t.

We got no time.

What's it gonna be?

You would say anything.

How can I trust you?

I don't give a f*** about you, all right?

That diamond could be priceless!

We split it, and you get your family.

What's it gonna be, yes or no? Yes or no?

- Where will we go? Where do we go?

- Come on, follow me!

Stay low!

Get your ass over here!

Wait!

Now!

Come on, come on.

Come on!

Come on.

F***!

No, this way.

Fire!

F***! Go, go, go!

Go!

Sh*t!

No! No!

This way.

This way. Stay low.

Come on. Go, go, go. Come on.

Come on!

It's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

Fire!

- Is there another way?

- That bridge is the only way across, huh?

So, what do we do?

- You are RUF, huh? And I am your prisoner.

- What do you mean?

You wanna see your son again, don't you?

You stay behind me.

Wait, wait. Wait.

Bring that pink chicken skin

over here, huh?

Now let me shoot that pink ass, boy.

Where are we going?

Lungi's under government control.

I'm gonna try to locate a sat phone

to get in contact with my pilot, all right?

I have agreed to nothing.

You're in a bit of a conundrum there,

my friend.

You know what that means?

It means you have no choice.

So you're a fisherman, huh?

- What do you catch mostly?

- Fish.

Come on.

- Hello.

- Back away from the fence.

Listen, I'm from

the Cape Herald, all right?

My wallet, my credentials,

everything got left in Freetown.

We barely got out with our lives.

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