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.
Fuck!
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 This one's out-of-date, but the visa's valid.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 fucking 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!
Fuck!
- 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.
Shit!
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 fucking 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 fucking paper, I don't know.
That was the stuff you found in the coatroom.
Ankertill Brewer.
Getting an image. Look at it.
Look, the bugger's face.
It sure is. Come on.
Come on.
Now fix it.
That's good.
Oh, no. Fuck, 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...
Fuck!
Goddamn it!
Man, this fucking 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.
Fuck.
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?
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...
...relieving pressure on the American troop withdrawal from the South.
They had domestic concerns as well...
...which helps explain why they kept the bombing of Cambodia a secret.
And they may be assumed not to have ignored self-interest...
...in their own careers.
What they specifically were not concerned with...
...were the Cambodians themselves.
Not the people...
...not the society...
...not the country.
Except in the abstract as instruments of policy.
Dith Pran and I...
...tried to record and bring home...
...the concrete consequences of these decisions to real people.
To human beings...
...the people left out of the Administration's plans...
...but who paid the price...
...and took the beating for them.
I'm very pleased to accept this on behalf of Dith Pran and myself.
I'm very honored...
...and I know that Pran would be very proud.
Do you plan to continue with that theme in the future?
Congratulations, Ernie. Do it again next year!
I'm sorry.
- That was great, really good. - Better than last year.
Abe, meet my sister.
I'm very happy to meet you.
That's my dad. Would you hold this for me?
One second.
I hoped you could recommend a good school for journalism.
I told my daughter I'd be seeing you today.
Just one minute, okay? I'll be right back.
Could I have your autograph? I'm a great admirer of yours.
Congratulations on your award, it was well-deserved.
Very impressive. I was hoping you'd burst into song.
- What are you doing here? - You know what bothers me?
What?
It bothers me that you let Pran stay in Cambodia...
...because you wanted to win, and you knew you needed him...
- I didn't have any idea what... - The fuck you didn't!
The fuck you didn't.
I did everything I could, and I'm doing everything I can.
Nice to see you. I'm on my way to Florida.
I'm doing everything I can.
I'm sure. I didn't realize you'd been out there to see him.
Don't play games with me, Al. Don't play stupid games.
Nobody gets to go in there. If I thought I could, I would.
I've sent out hundreds of photographs.
Every relief organization on the Thai-Kampuchean border...
...has got his picture. If I saw one glimmer of hope, I'd go today.
Life isn't a '40s movie.
You can't just get on a plane and make the whole world come out right!
And I can't believe I'm hearing this from you!
Congrats.
Do you keep in touch with Dith Pran's family?
Yes. They're living in San Francisco.
How do you respond to accusations that journalists...
...underestimated the brutality of the Khmer Rouge...
...and so share responsibility for what happened in Cambodia afterwards?
We made a mistake.
Maybe we underestimated the kind of insanity...
...that $ 7 billion worth of bombing could produce.
That is provocative...
There have been a lot of refugee stories in Reader's Digest...
...about Cambodia. Do you believe them?
Don't you believe them?
Maybe in this instance the Reader's Digest happens to be correct.
Do you apply the same disbelief to stories...
...that come out of Iran or Palestine or Chile?
Are refugees your next area of interest?
Will you be covering the boat people?
No, I will not.
Do you want a cup of tea?
Are you looking around for some kind of more salable suffering?
I must have sent 500 letters.
I wrote the International Red Cross, the World Health Organization.
I know you did, Syd. You told me.
I don't know who I didn't write to.
I never really gave him any choice.
One time we tried to discuss leaving.
I talked to him about it, but we never really discussed it.
I discussed it with Swain and Rockoff.
But I never discussed it with him.
He stayed because I wanted him to stay.
And I stayed because...
I'm trapped, Sydney.
I know he suspects me, and yet he treats me well.
There are many different groups over here, Sydney.
I must take much care.
Now Angka says we have new enemies.
They say we must regain our old lands from the Vietnamese.
And now they say we must fight them.
I miss you, my wife, my children.
And my heart hungers for news of you.
New China Radio reports...
...that fighting between Vietnam and Democratic Kampuchea...
...has broken out on a number of fronts.
This is in retaliation, according to the Vietnamese...
...for a number of attacks on border villages...
Taxi driver, huh?
I think you speak English.
Sit down.
You know, I love this country.
I sacrificed everything for it.
My wife died for the revolution.
But the leaders of Angka no longer trust the people.
Therefore, I can no longer trust them.
And they don't trust me.
I fear...
...really fear for the future.
I think you love my son.
For his sake...
...look after him.
The fighting is close by, Sydney.
If the Vietnamese get here...
...Angka will destroy everything...
...and the Vietnamese, they will find only ashes.
I must try to stop the killing. Good luck.
Yeah, I'll be right there, Brian.
Ann, get me 415-555-6421.
Abe, I've got some great news!
Twenty minutes ago, I get a phone call from Paris.
I get Andreas Freund. He talked to Henry.
He told him how to get in touch with me.
Freund says, "I have got some great news for you."
- San Francisco's on the line. - "It's about Pran!"
Is your mother there?
When?
All right, I want you to get this down.
No, write it down. Write it down.
I've got a message from your dad!
How you been?
Do you forgive me?
Nothing to forgive, Sydney. Nothing.