Trade of Innocents Page #2

Angkor Wat before. But thanks anyway.

One dollar please.

A dollar.

Now get out here please.

The lady has been there before.

Maybe a new bike?

I have very good quality bikes.

Specially made in Europe.

I'm afraid I do not so much

Bicycle knows about...

except what color I like.

Some want to sell you crap.

That's my granddaughter.

I found that red shawl you yesterday

wore very beautiful.

Yeah, I mean.

He has been my mother.

So the rumors are true.

A new resident in your home.

Go back and stay there.

Were you working on something old man?

Is everything okay Nha?

Then I'll come back another time for

that repair or a new bike.

- Pack your things again?

- What do you want?

I'll collect your debt.

I have money for you.

Not enough to compensate what you

guilty.

With a girl like that...

you would have a lot of debts.

You owe me $ 3,000 owed.

Give me the girl and your fault

is waived.

Disappear.

It's a fair price.

There are no outstanding debts

not be gend.

The main part of this research

is this man...

He calls himself the Duke.

He has his work moved from Phnom Phen

to Siem Reap for tourists to use.

And like most pimps, he fills

are brothels with young Vietnamese girls.

The vulnerable.

In Cambodia without citizenship...

without rights and poverty...

they are vulnerable targets for

these traffickers.

I thought we were talking about

girls Kahmai.

- My people.

- He understands that term.

I understand enough to know when

someone hears me, but not listening.

Do not naef, each child is at risk.

Especially those who by ignorance...

think that having sex with a virgin

you cure the disease AIDS.

What kind of tourists we looking for?

The average income in Cambodia

is one U.S. dollar per day.

And those girls in bondage

sold for 300 U.S. dollars.

And then there are the pimps.

Who often earn U.S. $ 4,000.

- So who do you think we look?

- Foreigners.

Foreigners of all nationalities.

All shapes and sizes.

All backgrounds and

economic living standards.

The best thing you can do is go where

trouble and keep your eyes open.

It is not long before trouble arises.

Everything you say is very good...

but you come to our country

without our people understand.

Our history and our ways.

If an accident occurs on the streets

stop the people, out of fear...

that they are to blame for the accident.

Wisdom says...

We must Dangkorboom

grow in our garden.

Our work in Kmehr, for the same tree,

means silence.

To survive you the best

remain silent.

Captain, these are pictures of

the Angkor Wat temple, right?

My wife and I have made when

We first visited your country.

I am proud.

I let them magnify to 8 x 10...

so I could hang them in my office.

These temples are the proud

of the people of Cambodia.

In fact earn you money

with those photos, right?

What is the name of this tree again?

- Dangkorboom.

- Right, the Dangkorboom. Interesting.

Same tree

if you had to plant in your garden...

as a symbol of silence.

Do you find it not ironic that the roots

of this tree of silence...

Slowly the Ankor Wat temples swallow?

Your eyes stay shut for abuse

of children for sex trade will...

eventually your culture

residents and swallow.

I believe that this very

many good men...

who no longer want to remain silent.

Do you agree with that Captain?

- I stand for the group.

- Can I help you?

You must understand that the girls

not hear, because you are here.

Most western people take pictures

and leave nothing behind.

I know you're not like those other

foreigners.

Although I come from the USA...

we all share

a common grief.

One that is so deep that I almost

've forgotten how to cry.

When my husband in Afghanistan

was stationed with our army...

my daughter and I were home alone

in America.

And we lived in a nice neighborhood...

The kids played in the park and

went by bike to school.

I knew all my neighbors and they knew me.

Life seemed very good and safe

to see.

Abigail was seven.

She loved puppies and...

dressed like the pink.

And they drew like princesses

who walked hand in hand and...

then she said, this is you mom.

And this is me.

On that morning I

her ready for school and...

I opened the front door to

her to school.

Okay, listen baby.

If you're at school and Rosie wants

some of your snacks...

not give her the whole bag.

It's great that you want to share but

Mom has made for you.

I'll tell you a secret.

Mama has an extra snack

in done for Rosie.

That's probably Aunt Sarah.

If you wait a minute?

And she was gone.

Like she was wiped from the earth.

She was...

And every time I have this morning

repeated in my mind...

and was wondering what phone is so important

could be that I lost sight of her.

We found her body.

In a pasture, a year later.

I love my little girl

more than I can ever say.

I make drawings.

Would you make a drawing?

That's all right.

He's my grandfather.

He's very nice.

Where did you meet this girl?

Outside the funny houses nearby.

You can play here but behave nicely.

See, I told you he was nice.

- Hello, Sophea.

- Hello Miss Claire.

- I am here for Alex.

- Yes miss, he's in his office.

I know him.

I know him, I've just seen him.

- That little girl is in danger.

- We stop briefly.

Alex, I've seen that man today.

The bicycle shop under our apartment.

The little girl who lives

at risk is not it?

This man does not know yet

but we come close.

He does not escape me.

Is that all?

Should we not now directly behind him?

We are working on it.

It's just not that simple.

I came to ask if you wanted lunch.

If you come across him somewhere it is

important for you to behave normally...

he's just someone.

Tell me where and when you've seen him.

But do not go looking for him.

Please, promise me.

- Are you safe?

- I train here all my life for.

for tree-tree.

Nervous?

It is better for the business if you

The air here lets make.

Now you know why I put them in my hotel

delivered wants.

And I'll invite some friends.

These girls are a good start...

but we must have more.

Many more girls.

Yes, more girls.

You should here have sex with them.

I know that you are not lying.

You know Duke, I can guarantee

I'm not a trafficker.

But my taxi driver, I am not sure.

Now very sweet little girl.

It's okay.

I'll save you.

I know that taxi driver.

- Can I talk to you?

- Of course.

I was ten years old.

My little sister was five.

My mother died a few years earlier.

My father and brother worked

the whole day in the country.

Life was very hard.

We had little to eat.

One day, someone from our village

promise that he us...

to a special trade would help.

But instead he sold us

to a sex trafficker.

Far away to the south.

And we never came back.

We were locked in a dark room.

We were told that we can not

eat or drink would get...

unless we learned how we could please men.

They allowed us to watch porn.

And we were forced to

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