Dith Pran:[in his journal while imprisoned] The wind whispers of fear and hate. The war has killed love. And those that confess to the Angka are punished, and no one dare ask where they go. Here, only the silent survive.
Dith Pran:We must be like the ox, and have no thought, except for the Party. And have 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.
[last lines - at their reunion, with warm smiles]
Sydney Schanberg:You forgive me?
Dith Pran:Nothing to forgive, Sydney. Nothing.
[listening to BBC reporter Hugh Elder's broadcast on the radio]
Jon Swain:Where do they get this crap?
Al Rockoff:That guy across the gate there. The little guy. Could we all not look at once, please? I have it on reliable sources that that's none other than Hugh Elder.
Jon Swain:You're kidding ...
Al Rockoff:He's disguised, but I got a little suspicious about it, you know what I mean?
Dith Pran:How does he get his copy out?
Al Rockoff: How does he get his copy out? Specially trained hens. Yeah, the BBC has commissioned them to walk past the Khmer Rouge like they're regular fowl, and then they've been crossing the border into Thailand every day and every night.
[Dith Pran is forced to leave the French Embassy]
Morgan:For chrissakes, Sydney, why didn't you get him out then you had the chance? You had no right to keep him here! Funny sense of priorities.
Dith Pran:I'm a reporter too, Morgan! I know his heart. I love him like my brother, and I'd do anything for him! Anything!
Jon Swain:If the going gets rough, I heard our best bet's the French embassy.
Sydney Schanberg:Who told you that?
Jon Swain:[faint chuckle] The British embassy.
Dith Pran:[during the fall of Phnom Penh] "Sidney! No more fighting! No more war!"
[You know Pran's not going to last five minutes out there, Jon, the Khmer Rouge have killed every fucking journalist they've ever caught. Does Sydney know how serious this is?]
[Of course he bloody knows!]
[Because we can't just let him walk out of here!]
Sydney Schanberg:Cambodia. To many westerners it seemed a paradise. Another world, a secret world. But the war in neighboring Vietnam burst it's borders, and the fighting soon spread to neutral Cambodia. In 1973 I went to cover this side-show struggle as a foreign correspondent of the New York Times. It was there, in the war-torn country side amidst the fighting between government troops and the Khmer Rouge guerrillas, that I met my guide and interpreter, Dith Pran. A man who was to change my life in a country I grew to love and pity.
radio announcer:So here we go with Voice of America. News for Southeast Asia. It's 6:45 and a partly cloudy morning here. Clouds too in Washington. President Nixon has announced that he will address the nation on the Water Gate case within the next few days. The speech will be Mr. Nixon's first comments since May on the scandal which has resulted in resignations and nearly paralyzed the White House staff. It has also led to a tense confrontation, and perhaps a constitutional crises, with Senate investigators and the special Water Gate prosecutor. His speech was announced after the Gallop Poll disclosed that Mr. Nixon's popularity had fallen to the lowest point for an American president in 20 years...
Dith Pran:They tell us that God is dead. And now the Party, they call the Uncle, will provide everything for us. He says, Uncle has identified and proclaims that the existence of a bad new disease, a memory sickness like those that think too much about life in pre-revolutionary Cambodia. He says, we are surrounded by enemies. The enemy is inside us. No one can be trusted.
[young boy Xs out parents in stick figure family on blackboard]
Dith Pran:We must be like the ox and have no thought, except for the Party. No laugh, but for the Uncle. People starve, but we must not grow food. We must honor the comrade children, whose minds are not corrupted by the past.