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OLIVER NORTH: Last question.

Fifty years from now,
some youngster's gonna
pull this disc out of a box

and maybe make a judgment
about becoming a journalist.

What would you want
that youngster to know
about Marie Calvin

and about being
a war correspondent?

MARIE COLVIN:
Very difficult question.

It's like writing, uh,
your own obituary.

I suppose to look back at it
and say. you know,
I cared enough

to go to these places
and write, in some way,

something that would make
someone else care as much
about it

as I did at the time.

Part of it is
you're never gonna get
to where you're going

if you acknowledge fear.

I think fear comes later,
(CHUCKLES) when it's all over.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(LAUGHTER)

(MARIE MOANING)

(KEYS CLATTER)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

(DAVID INHALES SHARPLY)

Are you stuck?
Yeah.

Struggling with the end.

The hero always
gets the girl.

It's a book
about naval warfare,

but I will
keep that in mind.

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(MARIE MOANS)

We should get married again.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

It didn't work so well
last time, did it?

We can go sailing.

Iwas looking atAntigua.
It's beautiful.

(CHUCKLES)

I wanna try for a baby again.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Why not?

We tried.

You're not 35 anymore.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Zoe?
Yeah.

ls Simon in Palestine?
No.

Oh, for fuok's sake.
The Telegraph
are already there.

We're gonna lose the scoop
on Arafat.

Who else could go?

Oh, shit.

Blue screen of death.

(GRU NTS)

Let me, um...

You just control, alt
and then delete,

and then you just
hold it down for, like,
three or four seconds.

(LAPTOP WHINES)

There you go.

Thanks. Are you new?
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I am.
I'm Kate Richardson.

Just started on
the foreign desk last week.

0h, great. Marie Colvin.
Yeah, I know who you are.

I'm your biggest fan.
I'd love to pick
your brain sometime.

Well...

My first word of advice

is don't do anything
he tries to get you to do.

Who?

Hey, Marie. I need you
in Palestine, not Sri Lanka.

Sean, there is
an unreported war there.

Yes, becausejournalists
have been banned
for more than six years.

I can't let you go.

Thousands
of starving children.

If the government
catches you,
they'll kill you.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Look, I have an interview
with a Tamil rebel leader.

Find someone else.

Sri Lanka.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(LOUD GUNFIRE)

THAMILSELVAN: The government
refuses to let UN aid
through their siege lines.

Well, the government's
denying there's an embargo
on the Vanni.

The government lies.

(MAN SHOUTS IN SINHALESE)

You have a reputation
for speaking honestly,
Miss Colvin.

People listen to you.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

You must let the world know

the Tamil Tigers are willing
for a political settlement.

We only demand equal rights.

Look, that all goes back
to British colonial rule.

I can't fix that. Anyway,
that's not why I'm here.

Then what will
you write about?

Half of the people
living here are starving,

and the other half are sick.

Sure, the government
is blockading aid,

but what little gets through
is stolen by
your own Tiger army.

There are people dying here
and nobody knows
it's happening.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(FLIES BUZZING)

MARIE: ln war zones,
parents go to bed at night

not knowing if their children
will see the morning.

That is a measure of fear
that I can never feel.

But when
you're covering a war,

you have to go to places
where you could be killed,

or where others
are being killed...

(LEADER SHOUTS IN SINHALESE)

(IN ENGLISH) Go there.

MARIE: ...and put one foot
in front of the other,
no matterhow afraid you are,

to make that suffering
part of the record.

Is it safe?
Is it safe to walk through?

Only this way out.
Only this side.

Is this the only way out?
This way.

Okay.

(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(GUNS FIRING)
(MARIE GASPING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

LEADER: Marie, be careful.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Stay down.

I'm not armed!

Journalist! American!

(EXPLOSION)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Get your hands off me.
I can't see.

Where am I?
I can't see,

Get your hands off me.
I can't see.
MEDIC: Calm down. It's okay.

Where am |?
Oh, my God. lcan't see.

(RETCHES)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING SINHALESE)

(IN ENGLISH)
You must rest. Miss Colvin.
I need my notebook.

Conc...

Conciliatory words
do not come easy
to Thamilselvan,

the second in command
of the Tamil Tigers.

The walking stick he carries

is a legacy of the three times
he was shot in battle

since the beginning
of the bloody war
for independence.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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(PANTING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

David. Door.

DAVID: I've got it.

(GUNFIRE)
(MARIE PANTING)

He's looking at me
with such tenderness
and concern

and ljust can't stand it
anymore, and he says,

"We can try
to save the eye."

And I said, "Not until
you turn off that
fucking whale music."

(ALL LAUGHING)

Whoa. whoa!
Hey, babe, let me.

No, don't help me.
Don't you dare
fucking help me.

DAVID: All right,
this is our last bottle.
Get it right.

The table has had
more wine than I have.

DAVID: Goon. Goon.

Oh.
DAVID: 0h.

(RITA CHEERING AND CHUCKLING)

RITA: Oh, here's one.

"We Tamils are so proud
of your brave foreign
correspondent. Marie Colvln.

Aw.
"We appreciate her visit
to the Vanni area

"to bring the news
to the outside world,

"and we wish her,
'Get well soon.”

Wow.
AMY: Sting and Trudie
wish you well, too,

and they said there are
lots of famous people
who are blind in one eye.

Um, Sammy Davis Jr.

The bloke from Radiohead.

(SNAPS FINGERS) James Joyce.
Moshe Dayan.

DAVID: Moshe Dayan.
(ALL LAUGHING)

on! They all
wore eye patches.

Eye patch.
What an amazing idea.

That is the worst idea
I've ever heard.

Babe.
I'm not a fucking pirate.

AMY: You'd look great.

You would look so sexy.

For me, my darling.
This is absolutely happening.

(DAVID LAUGHING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CRIES SOFTLY)

(SOBBING)

(ALL CHEERING)

DAVID: Here's Amy.

AMY: You look great, Marie.
You look amazing.

So good to see you.
You, too. You, too.

Congratulations.

On behalf of the newspaper,
a very large thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.
Hi.

Can I get you another drink?
No. Let me.

lwill leave you two
to talk shop.

Thank you.

Don't stand there.
I can't see you.
Oh, sorry.

Is that better?
Yeah.

Was that the best you had?
Yeah.

People are calling it stupid.
The picture?

No, you going in.

Well, lthink stupid
is writing a column

about the dinner party
you went to last night.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

The paperwill do
anything you want.
You know that, don't you?

Anything?

Yeah,
you were our best asset
on the foreign desk.

Were?

I'm not hanging up
my flakjacket, Sean.

Good.
Glad we got that cleared up.

(DAVID AND WOMAN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

SEAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
our Foreign Correspondent
of the Year,

known for racking up
the largest sat phone bill
in Sunday Times history,

our very own living legend,

Marie Colvin.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Do you ever have nightmares?

What?
Nightmares.

From when you were
in the field.

Yeah.

Bosnia.

Serb soldiers posing
with decapitated heads.

They seemed very pleased
with themselves,

Still have it sometimes.

When were you
gonna call her?

Who?

The girl.

I'm guessing
you got her number.

Thank you. Keep it.

Yeah, yeah, okay,
I got her number.

Iwas gonna
call hertomorrow.

Or maybe the day after.
Or maybe Iwasn't.
I don't know.

That's the level of respect
you have for me.

Oh, come on, you are
constantly leaving me
for some faraway place.

Despite that,
I've always been here foryou.

I never asked you to be.
You shouldn't have gone
to Sri Lanka.

Itold you to stop
all this so long ago,

and you are like
a moth to a bloody flame.

I mean, look at you.

You were so beautiful.

Well, fuck Off.

Go on. Fuck off,
back to your novels.

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(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRU NTS)

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(PANTING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(TRUCK RATTLING)

(HORN BLARING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(TRUCK STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MEN SPEAKING KURDISH)

(IN ENGLISH)
Hey, get your hands off me.
Hands off.

(GROANS)

MOURAD: Miss Mary.

Mourad.

Oh.

You came in the potato truck!
I came in the potato truck.

(CHUCKLES)
Nice. Nice eye patch.
Oh, thank you, Mourad.

And how are you?

Ah, I made it to lunchtime
in one piece, so I'm thankful.

Shit. You know,
we're gonna be late.

Iwanna pick something up
in the Green Zone
before we go to Fallujah.

Okay. Yalla. Yalla.

(REBELS CHANTING |N KURDISH)

MOURAD: (IN ENGLISH)
So good to see you,
Miss Mary.

MARIE: (CHUCKLES)
Am I glad to see you.

(STARTS ENGINE)

OFFICER: While here,

you are considered
guests of the Coalition
Provisional Authority.

Refusal to cooperate
with the rules
as we've outlined

for embedded reporters

will result in
an immediate revocation
of press privileges.

You must remain with
that unit forthe entire
duration of the assignment.

God, we used to go
wherever we wanted.

Hey, Norm.

It's like they're drugging
the fucking journalists.

Yeah.
You will be disembedded.

How you holding up?
I still can't
measure distances.

Who knew your left eye
was so important?

(CHUCKLES)

When was the last time
you slept?
Ah, I don't sleep.

Where you headed?

God, you gotta be
more subtle than that.

Oh, come on.
After everything I did
foryou in East Timor?

What have you got?
East Timor? Sure,
lrememberyou.

Riding off into the sunset
with the UN.

At least
I saved you a seat.

You were in East Timor?
Yeah.

Back when you were
still in college.

Ah. Neverwent to college.

Oh, God. I'm fucking
done after this.

Oh, Norm, you wouldn't
know what else to do.

And you couldn't live
with the fear of missing out.

All right,
let's have television
media head this way,

print media,
back of the hangar.

Well, welcome back.
Hey, we missed you.

See you at the Hamra, Norm.

Save me a seat at the bar.
You bet,

KATE: I'm not getting angry.

You're not letting me
do myjob.

What's your name?

Paul.
I'm Marie.

I know.
So, you're freelance?

Always.
Any good?

The best.

Come on.
What, now?

I need a photographer.

I've never found one I like.
Let's see how you do.

Now? (CHUCKLES)
Yeah.

You don't think | subscribe
to all that bullshit, do you?

Where are we going?
Fallujah.

(CHUCKLES)

We can'tjust
drive to Fallujah.
Why not?

'Cause we'll be targeted.
Are you scared?

No.
Good.

MARIE: Feras says
he personally drove

a truck full of bodies
to a desert camp overlooking
Lake Habbaniyah.

SEAN: Now, listen to me.
Listen, Marie”.

Six hundred people killed
by Saddam in 1991,

buried in trenches
60 miles west of Baghdad.

We won't get to it
ifwe're behind
the American advance.

It's not an option.
Well, no.

We're going to Fallujah.
It's too dangerous.

Everywhere's too dangerous.

What about the Ramadi story,
Saddam's men working with
Al-Qaeda?

There's no source on that yet,
but trust me
on the mass grave.

People have been searching
for this for years.

Okay, well, then,
I need you to find bodies.

I'll call you when I do.

Fuck.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MOURAD: Miss Mary.

They're notAmerican.

They're either Saddam's police
or his militia.

They're not gonna want us here
eitherway.

(MOURAD CLEARS THROAT)

(CORPORAL SPEAKS ARABIC)

MOURAD: (IN ENGLISH)
He wants to know who you are.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Sir, we're aid workers.

We're here to help the doctors
in Lake Habbaniyah.

(MOURAD SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) See?
I'm a nurse.
This says "health."

"Health,"

(MOURAD SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

PAUL: Fuck me.

Was that your gym card?

All right. Here we go.

(SOLDIERS SHOUT |N ARABIC)

PAUL: Yeah. yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING ARABIC)

(THUDDING)

(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) He wants
to know where
your medical equipment is.

Tell him it's gone ahead.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOLDIERS WHISPERING
INDISTINCTLY)

(CAPTAIN SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Turn around, Turn around.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
What's he saying?

He said we don't need doctors
where we're going.

CAPTAIN: Yalla.

MARIE: Shall we go?

Fuck.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Jesus Christ.

Yourfucking gym card.

You burned me
with your cigarette.

(LAUGHS)
I'm sorry. Fuck me.

(BOTH WHOOPING)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

MARIE: What's he saying?

MOURAD: He'sjust apologizing
for being late.

No problem. No problem.
(STUTTERING)
Thank you for coming.

Iwanna start over there.
Is that okay?

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MAN SPEAKING ARABIC)

(METAL CREAKING)

What if you don't
find anything?

(WOMAN SPEAKING ARABIC)

And lwant
to know the stories
of individual people.

I want to tell their stories.
Can she tell me
about her father?

(MEN SHOUTING |N ARABIC)

PAUL: (IN ENGLISH)
Don't fucking touch me.

Paul. he wants the camera
and wants you to stop.

No.

There are hundreds of people
buried here.

MOURAD: Miss Mary,
they're going to arrest us
ifwe don't stop.

Ask him whose side he's on.

(SHOUTING |N ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Tell me in Arabic.
I'll tell him.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(MARIE SPEAKING ARABIC)

(ALL CLAMORING)
(WOMEN WAILING)

Have some respect.
Have some respect.

(WOMEN WAILING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MEN SPEAKING ARABIC)

(CONTINUES WAILING)

MEN: (CHANTING) Allahu akbar.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(WOMEN SINGING FUNERAL SONG)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MARIE SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

REPORTER: (ON TV)
.. . allied forces targeted
key locations in Baghdad,

the northern Mosul area

as well as southern Iraq,
near the Iraq-Kuwait border.

US officials have told us
that Saddam Hussein

and some of his
highest-ranking officials
are among the targets...

(SIGHS)

Paul, are you okay?
I can't stop
thinking about it.

MARIE: Get another drink.

You want one?
Not when I'm working.

Are we selling
a phony war?

Paul, what we saw,
was it phony?

No.

"War is not so terrible
for governments.

"For they are not wounded or
killed like ordinary people."

CORRESPONDENT: (ON TV)
While on patrol today
with the Seventh Brigade,

we encountered fierce enemy
fire from insurgents on
the outskirts of Baghdad.

Meanwhile, it seems as though
we hit very strategic...

But she's calling
US forces ”we."

Don't worry about it.
Why not?

Because it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter
what type of plane
just bombed a village.

What is important
is the human cost of the act.

People connect with people,

so you find their stories,
tell their stories,

forget about the other stuff.

You mean close your eyes?

She's already got
one eye closed.
It's not funny.

Thanks.

Look. this is
the rough draft of history.

You have to find
the truth of it,

If you lose that,
you're not helping
anybody here.

You're just making
yourself feel better.

(SNIFFS)

I'm going to bed.

Right. Night, Kate.

Sleep tight.

Fuck off.

(CHUCKLES)

0h, fuck.

Paul, do you know
how to recover a file?

(SIGHS)

Give it over.

(SNORTS)

I don't know why I bother.

I should just go back
to dictation.

(CHUCKLING) This is weird.
What?

I've always looked up to you,
and now here I am,

saving your work
from your own folly.

Have you saved my work?

Wait.

I'm not good under pressure.

(PAUL SIGHS)
(CLICKING)

Ta-da.
You're a bloody genius.

(TYPING)

(EXHALES)

Night, Marie.

Night.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

MARIE: Bones and decomposed
robes emerged amid the dirt
of the machine'sjaws.

A small pelvis
that was unearthed

appeared to have been that
of a young teenager.

(MARIE MOANS)

Limbs severed,
dirt and rock
and flesh torn alike.

(GASPS S0 FTLY)

The knowledge of
the fragility of the human
body never leaves you

once you've seen...

Once you‘ve seen

how easily flesh can be rent
by hot bits of metal.

(MARIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

Once you‘ve seen...

(MARIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

Fuck.

(CLATTERING)

(EXHALING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Hey. It’s Marie.
Leave a message if you want.

Although I never
actually check this.

(SIGHS)

lt'sjust as well,
to be honest.

I'm up to my neck
in politics

and we need to report
on the recovery of the euro.

Forget it.
Go with the mass grave.

Have you actually spoken
to her since she got back
from Baghdad?

Of course I have.

It's pretty grim
for a Sunday front page.

Yeah. Is it provocative? Yes.

Will it make people
choke on their cornflakes

when they're reading
about these poor sods? Yes.

We're onto a bloody winner.
Fuck the bloody euro.

(CHUCKLES)

Listen, ldon't think
I can come and see you
all this weekend.

RITA: (0N PHONE)
Oh, I really want you
to see Chloe.

She's almost started walking.

(SNIFFLES) And | just
saw that girl again.

Who?

(SOBS)

That child's lifeless body.
I can't get it out of my head.

(CRYING) I can't
get her out of my head, Rita.
Which child, Marie? Marie?

The girl
who's always on my bed.

(PHONE CLATTERS)

(SNIFFLES)

(CRYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(MARIE SNIFFLES)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

Oh, go on, fuck off.
Go on, fuck off.

God. Okay.

Just tell Sean
to stop fucking calling me.

Iwanna be alone.
Right, okay.

Done.

(SIGHS) Marie,
can we talk now, please?

lfyou hold the sheet steady.

You have been avoiding
this conversation for months.

Do you think
you might have, you know,

post-traumatic
stress disorder?

No.

PTSD is what soldiers get.

Come on, we both know
you can get it from just
witnessing a car accident.

lthink you need
to talk to someone.

I'm not crazy, Rita.
(CHUCKLES) I'm not
saying you're crazy.

Sean doesn't have the balls
to stand up to you,

or he doesn't want to because
you're his prize pig, but...

(RITA BREATHES DEEPLY)

You're not well.

We just want you
to get help.

(BELL TOLLING)

PAUL: Thanks for letting me
come and visit.

lfyou're not fucking crazy
when you come into
a place like this,

you definitely will be
if you get out.

So is this
where you grew up?

Huh.

Yeah, that's the north shore
of Long Island.

Oyster Bay.

Not the ritzy part.

Who's this? Your boyfriend?

No, that's creepy.
That's my dad.

Oh.

Sorry.

Marie, when bad shit happens,
your brain goes into shock.

It... It locks the trauma
in the same place
you process emotions,

which isn't where
memories are meant to live.

That's why
it feels so present.

Is that why
you left the army?

No. l was court-martialed.

Planted some hashish
in my locker to get out.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(PAUL SIGHS)

How long did it take you
to get better?

A long bloody time.

Marie, you've seen more war
than most soldiers.

You have to take it seriously.

(SIGHS)

You want psychobabble?

Right, I'll give it to you.
I...

I really looked up
to my father.

l was tormented
when he died

because he never understood
the fact that I might have
opinions of my own.

I love my mother,
but I struggle with her

| diet fiercely because
I don't wanna get fat,

but I also have seen so many
people in the world go hungry,

so I... I like to eat.

l, um...

(VOICE CRACKING)

I wanna be a mom,
like my sister,
but I've had two miscarriages

and I have to accept the fact
that I might never be that.

I fear growing old.

But then I also fear
dying young.

I'm most happy
with a vodka martini
in my hand,

but I can't

stand the fact
that the chatter in my head
won't go quiet

until there's a quart of vodka
inside me.

(SNIFFLES)

I hate being in a warzone.

But I also feel compelled,

compelled to see it
for myself.

Because you're addicted to it.

(SCOFFS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

You're all right.

(SNIFFLING)

PAUL: Hey.

Hey.

You're all right.

(SOBBING)

(CHUCKLES) Sorry.

It's all right.

It's allowed.

(LAUGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

(LAUGHING) Who did you say
my father looked like?

Aww.

(CHUCKLES)

What do you think?
Suits you.

Yeah, well, black seemed
so grim suddenly.

DO you, um... DO you need
some more flowers?

Thank you.
That's very sweet of you.

Iraq, Afghanistan,
Blair, Bush.

Now, we're struggling
to cover it all.

Thank you.
Thank you forwhat?

For trying to flatter me.

I didn't come here
to flatteryou. I came here
to see how you're doing.

And to, um...

You can speak freely.

Paul and I became
quite close in Iraq.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Can you give us a moment,
please, Paul?

Sure.

Are you okay?

Mmm.

We miss you, Marie.

You have a God-given talent
to make people stop and care.

(SCOFFS)

Where do you see yourself
in 10 years, Sean?

(CHUCKLES)

Haven't really
thought about it.

Don't be English.
Be honest.

Well, in that case,
Iwanna be the most
highly regarded,

well-respected,
award-winning editor
Fleet Street's ever seen.

Then get me back in the field.

I can't do that.

And you're not ready,
are you?

Well, then, maybe ljust
have to find a shrink in here

who'll testify to my sanity.

Well, you got YasserArafat to
give you his life story, so...

Look, I've got a lunch, but...

Don't worry, your position
on the foreign team
isn't going anywhere.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Doesn't look good.
Oh, my God. Oh, no.

MARIE: What is it? IED?

PAUL: Yeah, must be.

Is that Norm?
Yeah.

(MAN COUGHS)

(WOMEN CRYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Is someone helping
this little boy?

Guys, can we get a medic?
SOLDIER: I'll take
care of him.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

SOLDIER:
You'll be okay, all right?

(CAMERA SHUTTER
CONTINUES CLICKING)

MARIE: War is the quiet
bravery of civilians

who will endure far more
than I ever will,

of those asked to fight
and those who are
just trying to survive.

(WOMEN CRYING)

Mothers, fathers,
sons and daughters,

traumatized families,

bereft and inconsolable.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Checkpoint outside
Lashkargah's been hit.

Taliban's opened fire on
civilians. It seems risky.

That's nowhere near
where we're supposed
to be going.

What shall we do?

We have to go.

Norm. Hey, Norm.

If I ditch the babysitters,
you got room for two?

Sure.

MARIE: In covering war,
can we really make
a difference?

The real difficulty
is having enough faith
in humanity

to believe that
enough people will care

when your story
finally reaches them.

MAN: (SINGING)
Oh, Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes
are calling

GUESTS: (SINGING ALONG)
From glen to glen
and down the mountain side

Oh, Danny boy

Oh, Danny boy
lIove you so

(ALL CHEERING)

TONY: Beautiful. Fantastic.

Please pick
a sadder song next time.
(LAUGHTER)

Fuck.

Ladies and gentlemen,
(CLEARS THROAT)

Iwould like to thank you
for braving the cold

and joining us for
our fourth annual
"End-Of-Dry-January" party.

Four Decembers ago,
an associate and I,
after a very good year,

decided to take
our best shipping client,

uh, for a celebratory dinner
in Milan.

After much booze
and, um, other substances,

(GUESTS CHUCKLE)

I have no fucking idea
what happened.

Anyway, I decided that
it was best to pump
the old brakes in January.

I'm very glad
to have you here

to celebrate the end
of that wretched month

and to being alive.
(MAN WHOOPS)

MARIE: Being alive!

(ALL CHEERING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

TONY: Cheers.
(ALL CHEERING)

WOMAN: Being alive!
Being alive!

Hey, Rita. Rita.
Don't go. It's still early.

Darling, it's 2:00 am.
I have to be up early
to make breakfast for Chloe.

Well, stay and then
I'll come with you.

Not like that, you won't.
What's that supposed to mean?

We're not having
vodka for breakfast.

No, I'm fine.
Everything's fine.

When did you
get so crusty?

When did you become
an alcoholic?

Well, I've been drinking
since I was 15,
so it's been a while.

(CHUCKLES)

What do you hear
when the music stops?

ldon't hear
anything at all.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Shit.

(GROANS)

My minicab's here.

(SIGHS)

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm tired.

Why don't you skip all this,
come back to mine
for a cup of tea?

No. You give your little angel
a kiss in the morning

from Aunt Marie, the pirate.

Take care out there
on the high seas, all right?

(MOUTHING) Bye-bye.

MARIE: Love you.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi.
Hi.

Thanks for having us over.
My pleasure.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Can I burn one of those?
Certainly.

(SNICKERS)

Where'd you get that
eye patch, Marie?

Uh, Treasure Island.

Really?

(COUGHS AND LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLING) I heard...

I heard you got it
in Sri Lanka.

You did?
Which is hard
to say sometimes.

(LAUGHS)

I asked Amy.

And you, uh...

You background-check
all of your potential
one-night stands?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

ldon't have
one-night stands.

Oh.
I don't.
No, ldon't, ldon't.

l have sexual adventures.

One-night stands, no.

| always end up
with psychos.

(CHUCKLES)

Perfect.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(EXHALES)

TONY: How do you take it?

Black.
Mmm-hmm.

(POURS COFFEE)

Mmm.

(CHUCKLES)

You work in the city?
Yeah.

Sometimes.
But I travel a lot, so...

Your apartment looks like
Patrick Bateman's
London nightmare.

Thank you.

And you look like a cleric
I met in Tehran. (LAUGHS)

Oh, yeah.

(LAUGHS)

ljust had to dry my hair.

That one.

(LAUGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)

Is that who you were
shouting at last night?

What do you mean,
shouting about?

lthink you were
having a nightmare.

lwasn't.

(CHUCKLES)

ldon't have nightmares.
Okay.

Look...

I'm a single father
who was a really
shitty husband,

and when I'm not working hard,
ljust like to...

Live hard.
Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

I had a great time with you
last night and I would
like to see you again.

REPORTER: As the Arab Spring
continues to sweep across the
Middle East and North Africa,

it is intensifying in Libya,
where thousands of Libyans

took to the streets
to voice their discontent

over their leader,
Muammar Gaddafi.

REPORTER 2: According
to witnesses, dozens
of civilians have been killed

in protests that have erupted
in multiple cities
across the country.

ZOE: Sean.
SEAN: Yes.

Rebels are mobilizing
across Libya. Gaddafi's
still not budging.

Okay. Did Kate make it in?
I'm checking.

Simon's in, too,
and so is Marie,
last I heard.

Last you heard?

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

(WALID SPEAKING LIBYAN)

(IN ENGLISH) The officers
raped the girls first,
even had music playing.

(SPEAKING LIBYAN)

FARUQ: (IN ENGLISH)
They called me down and they
ordered me to rape a girl.

She didn't move much
when l raped her.

(SPEAKING LIBYAN)

FARUQ: (IN ENGLISH)
She said in a low voice,

"There is Allah.
He is watching you."

(SPEAKING LIBYAN)

FARUQ: (IN ENGLISH)
I said, "Gaddafi is Allah."

He said,
"Gaddafi is Allah"?

(SPEAKING LIBYAN)

(MORTAR SHELL WHOOSHING)

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(ALL CLAMORING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

MARIE: Where are you
taking us, Abdallah?

To find the other soldiers
who raped the girls
in Tawergha.

How many girls?
I don't know.

I know.
Abdallah, come on.

I need to know
what we're dealing with here.

I can't be sure.
Maybe a thousand.
Maybe more.

One thousand?

Gaddafi's punishment
forthe uprising.

(DISTANT BOMBING AND GUNFIRE)

REBELS: Allahu akbar!

(MORTAR SHELL WHOOSHING)

(GRUNTING)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
(REBELS SHOUTING IN LIBYAN)

MARIE: lfeel that
we've failed if we don't
face what war does,

if we don't face
the human horrors

and tell people
what really happens

when all sides try
to obscure the truth.

PAUL: Stay down.

(SPEAKING LIBYAN)

PAUL: Go on.

(REBEL SHOUTS IN LIBYAN)

(GUNFIRE)

MARIE: Come on, let's go.
PAUL: No, wait!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(REBEL GROANS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

PAUL: Down, down.
Come on, come on.

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

Please listen to me
next time.

Fucking listen to me.
Listen to me.

lspoke to the rebel leader.
He said the rebels
are pushing west.

They're pincering
Gaddafi's forces.
SEAN: (ON PHONE) Marie...

No, we're turning up
war crimes, Sean.

(KATE SPEAKING LIBYAN)

You fucking sent
Kate in here, too?

SEAN: There's a lot
to cover in Libya.

You're worried
lcan't deliver you
a front-page splash?

I'm not having
this conversation with you.
Did you get my text?

The next thing I know,

you'll be putting me in the
fucking gardening section.

(CHUCKLES) Don’t tempt me.
Marie.

Rémi? What happened?

RPG attack.
RPG attack?

SEAN: Did you get my text?
Your text? What?

(ALL CLAMORING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SNIFFLES)

Marie?

Marie?

Marie?

Marie?

PAUL: Why don't
we go back inside, eh?

Paul, it's all gone quiet
up here.

It's all gone quiet.

Come on.

Stop fucking around.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE SOUNDS)

PAUL: Marie?

There.
Mmm.

(COUGHING)

(PAUL SIGHS)

You scared
the shit out of me.

I would call you a pussy,
but pussies are tough as shit.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(MARIE COUGHING)

In East Timor,
Norm made me this T-shirt.

It said, ”Don't shoot me.
I'm a war reporter."

He was always
first in, last out.

He was invincible.

There are old journalists
and there are
bold journalists.

There are no old
and bold journalists.

You said that.

He had a red line
and he crossed it.

Norm knew what he was doing.

Mmm, yeah, I guess he did.

(CLEARS TH ROAT)

Can I have
a cigarette, please?

Fucking hell.

(COUGHING)

I gotta get cleaned up.
(CLEARS THROAT) I gotta go.

Where?

Faruq got me face time
with an old acquaintance.

Now?
Yeah.

(SNIFFS)
Well, in two hours.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

There are
no personal questions.

(CHUCKLES)

What's with the fancy bra?

You're calling this a bra?

This is not a bra.
This is La Perla.

I mean, if anyone's gonna
pull my corpse from a trench,

I want them to be impressed.
(LAUGHING)

Right. The tough
war correspondent.

(LAUGHS)

(COUGHING)

(GAGGING)

Jesus Christ.

You okay?

Mary.
Colonel.

(GADDAFI CHUCKLES)

GADDAFI:
You remember the first time
you came to interview me?

I do. You tried
to take my blood.

You were very pale.

I was young and naive,
and you scared
the shit out of me.

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKING ARABIC)

(LAUGHS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(GADDAFI SPEAKING ARABIC)

TRANSLATOR: (IN ENGLISH)
Today's presidents
who say I should leave,

I tell them,

"You mightfinish your time,
but you will retire.

"But I will still be
leader of the revolution."

What about the Libyan people,
persecuted, tortured,
murdered?

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKS ARABIC)

Al-Qaeda, Al-Qaeda.

(IN ENGLISH) They drug
the Libyan youth to make them
rise up against me.

So you're prepared
to sink your country
into civil war.

Thousands will be killed.

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKS ARABIC)

The superpowers don't
consider you strategically
important enough

to care aboutyou.

All you have is oil.

Al-Qaeda, Al-Qaeda.
Not my people.

So you finance bloodshed
to be noticed.

You funded the IRA,
the Shining Path in Peru,

Sword of Islam
in the Philippines.

All to gain international
recognition...
AI-Qaeda, AI-Qaeda.

...that will never come.

The only people
who did believe in you

wound up at the wrong end
of your rockets.

Was it really Al-Qaeda
who brainwashed Libyans?

Or was it you?

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKS ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Of all the women in the world,

I like spending time
with you most.

More than Condi Rice.

Even though
she's a strong woman
ofAfrican origin.

(GADDAFI CHUCKLES)

(PROTESTERS CHANTING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(GUNS FIRING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

MARIE:
He called his enemies rats.

He targeted
women and children.

Yet it was
Colonel Muammar Gaddafi

who was cornered
in a sewer pipe.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Having never fought a war
until now,

his cruel dictatorship ended
in ignominy and death.

A big-game trophy

brought down in the wild.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(CAMERA PHONE CLICKS)

(MAN ULULATING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

(WOMEN WAILING)

(GUNSHOT)

(WAILING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(MARIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BLOW DRYER WHIRRING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Marie.

(PHONE RINGING)

Zoe. Is she in there?
Yeah.

Hey. Sorry, sorry.
It's been bloody murder today.

Shall we go?

I am starving.

(CHUCKLES)

Where do you fancy?
Anywhere.

You've been
very quiet recently.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Your last story
was in October.

My knees aren't
what they used to be.

Have you
fallen in love again?

(INHALES) Tony.
We're going sailing
in Antigua.

That's wonderful.

Butyou're up there
with bloody Martha Gellhorn.

Everyone's holding
their breath

for how you're gonna
follow up Libya.

Sean, l have nightmares
every night.

I can only imagine.
I'm running, trying
to get to this house.

It used to be a nice house,
but it's gone now.

All that's left how
is mutilated bodies
and rubble.

Marie...
Are you completely gutless?

Are you drunk?
(CHUCKLES)

No, I'm notdrunk.

(COUGHING)

How does it feel to be
the person pushing us
all around the world

forthat piece of tin
to put on yourfucking shelf?

You can't smoke in here.
Fuck off.

(SEAN CLEARS THROAT)

You knew I had Libya covered
and you still
tried to fuck me.

You sent Kate in
as insurance, didn't you?

'Cause you didn't trust me
to do my fucking job.

What do you
want me to say?

That you were wrong
and you're sorry.

I was wrong and I'm sorry.
Can you put
the cigarette out, please?

I'm finished.

Why am Ialways
the fucking bad guy?

I had to cover myself
in Libya because
you are totally unpredictable.

God knows everybody
loves you, Marie,

but you are a pain
in the fucking arse.

David Blundy.
Who?

David Blundy.
What about him?

He left for The Telegraph
before you joined.

ltook hisjob.
What is your point?

And then
he was killed two years
later in San Salvador.

Joao Silva lost both legs
at the knee in Kandahar

while working
for the New York Times.

Iwas with him
in Afghanistan.

Safa Abu Seif.
Who did he work for?

She was a 12-year-old
Palestinian girl

killed by a stray bullet
that pierced her heart.

lwatched her parents hold her
as she bled out.

She was wearing
pearl earrings.

She probably thought
she looked pretty that day.

I see it,

so you don't have to.

How about
the gardening section, Marie?

Would that make you happy?

One word to Watkins
and you're there.

Is that what
they all died for?

I don't know
what they died for.
Yes, you do.

You see it so that
we don't have to, yes,

but also because
you couldn't imagine a world
in which you didn't.

No one in their right mind
would do what you do, Marie.

But if you lose
your conviction,

then what hope
do the rest of us have?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTING)

MARIE: Maybe
I would have liked
a more normal life.

Maybe I just don't know how.

Or maybe
this is where I feel
most comfortable.

PAUL: Fucking hell.

(REBEL CHANTING IN ARABIC)

Paul, what the fuck
are they singing?

I think they're celebrating
our arrival.

(GUN FIRING)

REBEL: Allahu Akbar!
Allahu Akbar!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

REBEL: Allahu Akbar!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(MARIE PANTING)

(REBELS SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Jesus Christ, Marie.

Fuck. Way worse
than I thought.

(BOTH PANTING)

Here.

Wh... Where's Abu Zaida?

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Abu Zaida, Marie Colvin,
Sunday Times.

One of the FSA fighters
told me he'd counted
47 explosions a minute.

ABU ZAIDA: Shelling starts
at 6:30 every morning.

They start with one location,

they sweep the neighborhood
with everything they have,

mortars, artillery, missiles.

Right. I heard 5,000 troops.
Hell.

4th Armored Division
led by Assad's brother.

How many civilians?
28,000 trapped.

Mostly women and children.
Where?

Where are they?
Tell me where they are.

It's too dangerous
to go out right now.

The main offensive
can start at any moment.

Which is why
you have to tell me
where they are,

so I can go out there
before it starts.

Forwhat?

People are seeing us
being butchered and
they still call us terrorists.

You deserted.

Deserted who?
You deserted Assad's army.

Yes.
Why?

(SIGHS)

You wanted to be free.

Let me tell your story.

(GUNFIRE)

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(REBEL SHOUTING |N ARABIC)

(PANTING)

(ABU ZAIDA SPEAKING ARABIC)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING)

You'll translate for me?
ABU ZAIDA: Yes.

(NOOR SPEAKING ARABIC)

(CRYING)

(FATIMA SPEAKING)

(IN ENGLISH) I want people
to know your story.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SNIFFLES)

(IN ENGLISH) Yes, she was
under the rubble.

How old was her daughter?

(ABU ZAIDA SPEAKING ARABIC)

(FATIMA SPEAKING)

ABU ZAIDA: (IN ENGLISH)
Five years old.

(BABY FUSSING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MAN: You're connected now.

(PAUL THANKS IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) We have
to stay away
from the sat phone.

Assad's drones can locate
the signal and we become
a missile target.

Although who knows
ifthat's even secure.

I don't think it's Israel.

Well, the Israeli embassy
was hit by bombers
in Georgia and In India.

Iwas thinking more about
the Arab Spring going to shit.

Muslim Brotherhood
in Egypt or Syria.

We've got Marie trying to...
ZOE: She made it into Homs.

(MAN CRYING IN PAIN)

(VET SPEAKING ARABIC)

(ABU ZAIDA SPEAKING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(BOY GROANING)

(BOY SPEAKING)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING)

(MAN 2 SPEAKING)

(CRYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(BOTH SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(MOTHER SPEAKING)

(FATHER SPEAKING)

(MOTHER SPEAKING)

(FATHER SPEAKING)

(FATHER SPEAKING)

(MOTHER SOBBING)

(MOTHER CONTINUES SOBBING)

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(TYPING)

(MAN COUGHING)

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

You know, it's okay,
the decor.

It's a shame
about the fucking banging.

I told you we should
have gone to Aleppo.

(LAUGHING) lshould have
fucking listened.

Last time I book a fucking
vacation on the Internet.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Fuck me.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE)

(WOMAN CRYING ON VIDEO)

Holy shit.

Did she file?
I've got it. It's here.

It's printing.
Okay, go get it.

Marie's story's
a pretty strong rebuttal

to Assad's claims
that he's bombing terrorists.

What's the plan now?

She needs to get
the hell out of there.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

There's an assault coming.
We need to go now.
Now, now, now!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Stop.
What are you doing?

I gotta go back. There are
28,000 people there.

We can't abandon them.
No, no. Listen to me!

You're brilliant and brave,

and, fuck, you've got
an amazing nose for a story.

But you don't have
a military brain, all right?

Hey, hey, hey.
Let me go.

We will fucking die
ifwe go back, okay?

We will fucking die.
I gotta go back.

You go.
No.

Save me a seat at the bar.
No. Which bar?

Where?

Marie!

Fuck!

Come on. Come here.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Sean, she's back.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Can everyone shut up?
Shh,

Quiet.

Hey, what are you doing?

I thought ofan item
for the gardening section.

I'm about
to have a stroke here.
Can you be serious?

Iwant to broadcast.
All good?

Yeah, okay.
You don 't have to do this.

You've already given us
more than we need.

No. I want to broadcast.
It's not safe.

And then Iwanna go back
to the hospital.
Iwanna get more video.

Marie, listen to me.
You do not have to do this.

Okay, but I...
(BEEPS)

Fuck!

Fuck.

PAUL: Signal's gone down.
No shit.

The phone.
Hey.

I already told you
if you use the sat phone,

those drones will know
where we are.

They'll blow us out of here.
We don't have time.

Let me see if I can fix it.
We don't have time!

Wait. Let me see...
(EXPLOSION)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE
IN DISTANCE)

(PLANE PASSING IN DISTANCE)

(LAPTOP CHIMES)

Channel 4, BBC, CNN,
all want to broadcast.

MARIE: Okay.

Fine, but then
you leave at the first
opportunity. Agreed?

(STATIC FEEDBACK)

(EXPLOSION)
(PAUL GASPS)

(SKYPE CALL RINGING)

Hello? Hello?

TECHNICIAN: We're gonna
patch you through to CNN.

Putting you on
in five, four, three, two...

ANDERSON COOPER:
...Marie Colvin
ofthe Sunday Times ofLondon,

who joins us now from Homs.

Why is it important,
do you think,
to see these images?

Why is it important
for you to be there?

Right nowyou may be
one of the only Western
journalists in Horns.

Our team has just left.

For an audience
forwhich any conflict
is very far away,

this is the reality.

There are 28,000 civilians,
men, women and children,

a city of the cold
and hungry,

starving, defenseless.

There are no telephones.
The electricity has
been cut off.

Families are sharing
what they have with
relatives and neighbors.

(RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)
l have sat with
literally hundreds

of women
with infant children

who are trapped in these
cold, brutal conditions,

unable to feed their children

anything other than
sugar and water
for weeks on end.

That little boy was one of
two children who died today.

It's what happens every day.

The Syrian regime is
claiming that they're
not hitting civilians,

that they're just going after
terrorist gangs.

But every civilian house
has been hit.

The top floor of the building
I'm in has been totally
destroyed.

There are no military
targets here.

It is a complete
and utter lie.

COOPER: Well, thank you
for using the world "lie. "

I think a lot of people
wanna thank you

because it's a word
we don't often hear,

it's not often used,
but it's the truth
in this case.

The Syrian regime,
their representatives,
have continually lied.

They’ve lied on this program
to us directly.

Marie, lmean, you have
covered a lot of conflicts
over a long time.

How does this compare?

This is the worst conflict
I've ever seen.

It's the worst because
it was a peaceful uprising

that was crushed by violence.

President Assad is sitting
in his palace in Damascus
in panic, the entire

security apparatus his father
built crumbling around him,

and he is responding
in the only way
he's been taught how.

When he was a child,
he watched his father

crush opposition by shelling
the city of Hama into ruins

and killing 10, 000
innocent civilians.

He watched,
as we're watching,

a dictator
killing with impunity.

And the words
on everybody's lips here are,

"Why have we been abandoned?"

"Why?"

I don't know why.

Marie Colvin, um, lknow
it's impossible to stay safe,
but please try.

Thank you for talking to us.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(EXPLOSION)

(GASPS)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Marie. Marie,
we need to get out now.

We have to go back
to the clinic.
No.

There'll be more casualties.
We got the fucking story.

You did it. It's enough.
We can get more.

They're bracketing.
What is that?

They're trying
to find their range.

They've found us.
(EXPLOSION)

(REBELS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

PAUL: Marie, come on,
let's go.

(MARIE GRUNTS)

Paul.

Marie.

(MORTAR SHELL WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSION)

(DEBRIS CLATTERING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SOBS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOBBING)

MARIE COLVIN:
Very difficult question.

It's like writing, uh,
your own obituary.

I suppose to look back at it
and say, you know,
I cared enough

to go to these places
and write, in some way,

something that would make
someone else care as much
about it

as I did at the time.

Part of it is
you're never gonna get
to where you're going

if you acknowledge fear.

I think fear comes later,
(CHUCKLES) when it's all over.

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