The Killing Fields Page #3

minds pretty soon, right?

All right, this is it!

Is the floor clear?

This is the last check.

Last check. This is the last check!

Mr. Kincaid is not here.

Mr. Kincaid is gone.

You keep Mr. Kincaid's money.

Now, I want you to go right now!

I want you to leave now!

You won't see Mr. Kincaid again!

Okay, sergeant, let him in!

Have you got Pran here?

Have you got Pran on there?

- And his wife?

- Yes, sir, they are.

- Did they come in yet?

- No, sir, they haven't arrived yet.

Have you seen Pran?

No, I haven't.

Where is he?

Well, it's been real.

They're gonna miss it.

Why don't you check around

the other side?

If he comes here, I'm looking

for him in the back.

Beth! Have you seen Pran?

No, have you looked at the hotel?

He's at the post office!

The post office!

Get the f*** out!

Get out of here now!

Move your asses out of here!

Hold those doors!

- Where do you think you're going?

- To embassy.

Yes, sir, what's your name?

Dith Pran family, sir.

Dith Pran family?

- Sydney Schanberg.

- They've been through.

- They've been through.

- Check one more time, please.

- You made a mistake, sir.

- No mistake.

Rockoff, help me!

Run!

There's no time!

Wait a minute.

Smile.

Jon.

Hello, Sydney.

If the going gets rough, I heard

our best bet's the French Embassy.

Who told you that?

The British Embassy.

Khmer Rouge coming.

Look like government soldiers

give them big welcome.

No more fighting!

I be right back!

No more fighting! No more war!

What do you think?

I don't like the look of this.

I was in Keng Kang this morning.

Practically got my ass shot off.

I just don't think these guys

are for real.

I'm going to the hospital.

You want to come with me?

Tetracaine, 50 milligrams, please.

Jesus, what am I supposed to do?

Sing her a lullaby?

Pentothal, 150 milligrams, quick.

Jesus, another shrapnel

in the spine here.

Okay, let's have her over.

This is blood group A. We've had one

unit of blood in the last two days.

Plasma substitute, please, quick.

We've plenty of blood, gentlemen.

Plenty of blood.

The problem is, it's all in

the wrong f***ing place.

Why do corpses have to pile up before

people decide it's time to go home?

For God's sake, back up the car!

Sarun, back it up!

For God's sake, back it up now!

- Why doesn't he get his ass in here?

- He's trying to get in!

They won't let him in.

All right?

Okay?

Looks all right.

I'm coming!

Just a minute! He's with me!

He's with The New York Times!

Wait just a minute!

He's a journalist and he's with me!

Where is the consul? I want to talk

to the consul. Let me see him!

You tell me where he is.

I want to speak to him!

The picture in Cambodia

is increasingly unclear.

Journalists who have flown

from Thailand over Phnom Penh...

...report that the Khmer Rouge

have attempted...

...a mass evacuation

of the entire population.

Radio contact with the French Embassy

reveals that some 200 Europeans...

...and an undisclosed number

of Cambodians have taken refuge.

As yet, no statement has been made

by the new rulers of Cambodia.

The whereabouts of Prince Sihanouk

and the Khmer Rouge leadership...

...are not clear.

- Okay?

- Yes. He's sleeping.

That's the consul.

- Did you see that, Dennis?

- The Russians are coming.

Look, piss off! Please!

Get out! You won't get

anything here! Out!

First, the main points of the news.

BBC, Dougal.

- Daily reports of fighting

around the airport...

...14 kilometers outside Phnom Penh,

the capital of Cambodia.

And now, an on-the-spot report

from our correspondent in Thailand...

...Hugh Elder.

Where do they get this crap?

Do you see that guy across the gate?

The little guy?

Could we not all look at once, please?

I have it on reliable sources

that that's Hugh Elder.

You're kidding.

He's disguised, but I got suspicious

about him. You know what I mean?

- How does he get copy out?

- How does he get his copy out?

With specially trained hens.

The BBC has, like, commissioned

them to walk past the Khmer Rouge...

...like their regular fowl.

They've been crossing the border into

Thailand every day and every night.

I told you.

Unconfirmed reports say

the Khmer Rouge are demanding...

...that any officials of

the defeated Lon Nol government...

...especially the so-called

Six Traitors of the Cabinet...

...be handed over to them.

It is not known whether

any of the ex-ministers...

...may have taken refuge

in the embassy...

...where, in the words of a UNICEF

representative in Bangkok...

...the situation is said to be

"increasingly precarious."

And when I tried to go

just a kilometer further, no.

The only sense I can make of it

is that there's...

...some sort of internal

power struggle going on.

Different groups seem to be

holding different parts of the city...

...and they all appear to be equally

nervous over losing power and control.

Half of them are under 15.

Some Red Cross instruction

sheets want translating.

Can you help?

Use Pran. He speaks French

better than I do.

I'd prefer it if it was you.

What did you do that for?

The guy's insecure enough already.

The Cambodians have

to leave the embassy.

They want all our passports

and everybody downstairs...

...and the Cambodians out.

If you have papers,

you have a name.

If we have a name,

we can find the mother.

Look, I fight for five years.

Useless war.

F***!

Pran is not gonna last

five minutes out there.

The Khmer Rouge have killed every

journalist they've ever caught.

Does Syd know how serious this is?

- Of course he bloody knows!

- We can't let him walk out of here.

Look, two passports. This one's

out-of-date, but the visa's valid.

Jon Ankertill Brewer Swain.

Knock out the Jon, knock out the Swain,

and you're left with Ankertill Brewer.

Change my photograph for one of Pran,

and he's a British subject.

It's worth a try.

I hope he's got a photo because

I don't have any f***ing film.

I try to escape to Thailand right now.

Give me two or three weeks.

If you get there first, let me know.

And leave message for me

at Reuters. Okay?

Just give me an hour.

I need some time to think.

I got no time to give you.

Swain's got an idea.

Ankertill Brewer.

That's the new name.

- Ankertill Brewer.

- Right. Now, my photograph.

- Change my photograph for yours.

- Do you have an old photo?

I don't think so.

Give him your passport.

Your old passport,

a family snapshot, anything.

Khmer Rouge took everything.

- What about your press card?

- Everything!

F***!

- Didn't give it back.

- We'll go and find some film.

There's film here. We'll get it.

Polaroid, any kind, any speed.

We're gonna get it,

and I'll shoot it, okay?

We'll find the film.

Do you have a Polaroid camera?

Do you have film?

No, I haven't got any film!

I've also got no metronidazole, and

this child has got amebic dysentery!

We've gotta get sulfide

and a developer.

If we can get that,

I can make the photo.

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