The Killing Fields Page #4

Sh*t!

Listen, I know where we can get

some water. We can drain...

...the air conditioning vent.

I've seen it done. Come on.

Excuse me, you're Mr. Schanberg?

I've been told that you're

in charge of bed covers.

What?

Blankets. We've just arrived.

We want some blankets.

Come on down here.

Go to the end of the hall there.

Turn to the right,

go up the stairs.

If there are any, they'll be

at the top of the stairs.

Syd, I have got the camera...

...I have got the film...

...and I have got

the f***ing darkroom!

All right. Don't smile.

- You're smiling.

- Very serious. You are smiling.

Stop, please.

- Very serious.

- Very serious, very American.

Okay, cover it.

This f***ing paper, I don't know.

That was the stuff you found

in the coatroom.

Ankertill Brewer.

Ankertill Brewer.

Getting an image.

Look at it.

Look, the bugger's face.

It sure is. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Now fix it.

That's good.

Oh, no. F***, it's fogging.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn this paper!

Goddamn it!

We're gonna have to start again.

Okay, now we gotta fix it.

I did it.

Let me have that.

It's fading.

Take it out.

No, it's already gone. The solution's

too strong. It's fading.

Take it out now.

I mean, if it's...

F***!

Goddamn it!

Man, this f***ing room is killing me.

Could I just...?

I'll just do it myself, okay?

Let me just have a few feet

in here by myself.

F***.

Sorry.

That's it.

It's perfect.

Perfect.

Welcome to New York. We got it.

Perfect. Rockoff, perfect!

Ankertill Brewer. Ankertill Brewer.

All right, you jokers, would you like

to bring your passports over to me?

This is the last call for passports.

Can I have your passports, please?

Can I have your passports, please?

Thank you.

Passports, ladies and gents.

All right, you jokers, this is your

last chance to get your passports in.

Your passports, please.

On this passport depend my life.

Thank you.

Passports, ladies. This is for

the big tour, the big package.

From Thursday Island right down

to Mount Macedon...

...to see the famous Hanging Rock.

Come on, passports, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, last call.

Going...

...going...

...gone.

Is this lunch?

What?

It seems certain

that the majority...

...of Phnom Penh's population has

been evacuated to the countryside.

The population is swollen

with thousands of refugees.

Hello again.

It'll be argued by some that this is

a way of coping with postwar chaos.

Dennis, can you turn

that down, please?

Now, listen, everybody.

The trucks which we've seen arriving

are for our evacuation.

Probably in the next 24 hours.

Now, listen. That's to be confirmed.

It's almost certainly for Thailand.

These so-called journalists

have no right...

You're not biased? You haven't

seen any atrocities in Cambodia?

- It's just an emotional spasm!

- Yes, it is, yes. So just shut up!

You have to break eggs

to make an omelet!

Sydney, Ankertill Brewer.

- Thank you. Goodbye.

- Good luck.

- Give me these back in Paris.

- Goodbye.

Don't forget. All right?

Why didn't you get him out

when you had the chance?

You had no right to keep him here!

You've got a funny

sense of priorities.

I'm a reporter too, Morgan.

I know his heart.

- I love him like my brother.

- Sure.

And I do anything for him.

Anything.

Goodbye, Rockoff.

Tell my wife I love her...

...and look after all my children.

She doesn't speak any English.

Please...

...I don't want anyone

to be bad to my wife.

Dith Pran.

P-R-A-N.

He disappeared in Phnom Penh in 1975.

Pran is his first name.

Any information you can give.

Well, we're hoping

for any information at all.

He was last seen in '75.

Can you get me that number again?

In April 1975.

4144-5364...

Pran is a resourceful man.

He will wait until he knows

that it's safe...

...and then he'll make his move.

Thank you for coming...

...and taking care of her

and her family.

But she knows that

her husband is dead.

That's not true.

That's absolutely not true.

It's not true. It's not.

She doesn't believe you...

...because she knows

her husband is dead.

You're a good man.

If your mother needs anything,

make sure she gets in touch with me.

You better go.

For the past 5 years...

...as indicated on this map

that you see here...

...North Vietnam has occupied

military sanctuaries...

...all along the Cambodian frontier

with South Vietnam.

As the President spoke...

...American troops were preparing

to move into Cambodia.

The decision to invade, like

the earlier secret decision to bomb...

...was withheld from

the Cambodian people.

We will yell at the top of our lungs.

We will move.

It's the fear that makes a man

so scared, you know?

There are no American

combat advisors in Cambodia.

There will be no American

combat troops or advisors in Cambodia.

We will aid Cambodia.

Cambodia is the Nixon doctrine

in its purest form.

Sydney...

...I think of you often

and often my family.

They tell us that God is dead.

And now the party they call

the Angka...

...will provide everything for us.

He says Angka has identified...

...and proclaims the existence...

...of a bad new disease...

...a memory sickness diagnosed

as thinking too much about life...

...in prerevolutionary Cambodia.

He says we are surrounded by enemies.

The enemy is inside us.

No one can be trusted.

We must be like the ox...

...and have no thought

except for the Party.

No love but for the Angka.

People starve...

...but we must not grow food.

We must honor the comrade children...

...whose minds are not corrupted

by the past.

Is anybody of us...

...a doctor...

...professor...

...and student?

Angka needs you.

Angka has forgiven all the past.

Sydney...

...Angka says that those

who were guilty of soft living...

...in the years

of the great struggle...

...and did not care for the sufferings

of the peasant must confess...

...because now is the year zero...

...and everything is to start anew.

I'm full of fear, Sydney.

I must show no understanding.

Not of French or English.

I must have no past, Sydney.

This is the year zero...

...and nothing has gone before.

The wind whispers of fear and hate.

The war has killed love, Sydney.

And those who confess

to the Angka vanish.

And no one dare ask where they go.

Here, only the silent survive.

Mercedes, number one!

Anyone who knows my work will know

that half of this belongs to Dith Pran.

Without Pran, I wouldn't have been able

to file half the stories I did.

It's nice to congratulate ourselves

on occasions like this.

But I can't stand here tonight...

...without thinking

of those innocent people...

...Pran dedicated himself to helping

me bring to the notice of the public.

As they pondered their options

in the White House...

...the men who decided to bomb

and then to invade Cambodia...

...concerned themselves

with many things:

Great power conflicts

and collapsing dominoes...

...looking tough and dangerous

to the North Vietnamese...

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