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We're not at Pochentong Airport.

No, we're further north.

We left the Mekong River to the right.

We're to the northwest.

We must be about 2 hours from Pochentong.

Hello, comrade.

Shall we put the luggage in the truck?

Do you speak French?

How are you? It's nice to see you.

Hello, I'm Suong, from Foreign Affairs.

I'll be your guide in Democratic Kampuchea.

Comrades, put their luggage in the car!

Where are we going?

Hurry up!

Take their luggage. Let's go!

Go ahead.

Okay?

I feel like he didn't recognize me.

I studied at the Sorbonne with him. 10 years...

12 years ago now, but he didn't recognize me.

Comrades, help unload!

This way.

Come this way, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, this is your room.

Please, settle in.

- Have a nice stay. - Thanks.

Have a nice stay.

Miss Lise Delbo, this is your room.

There's a small gift for you.

Please, settle in. Have a nice stay.

Where are we?

Where are we?

"The fundamental and sacred aspirations

"of the workers, peasants and other working people,

"and those of the fighters and officers of the Revolutionary Army

"of Kampuchea."

Hello, comrade.

Comrade.

We'll be visiting our sculpture and painting workshop today.

Go right in.

Listen.

Brother #1's portrait

must be stunning.

His features shouldn't be too hard.

He must be smiling.

This color isn't right. It's too dark.

Make sure... His face should be pink,

like a young virgin's.

Understood?

I was thinking of replacing the Independence Monument with this statue.

Let me see...

Fascinating.

Or it should be installed

in front of the Royal Palace, facing the river.

No.

And the Olympic Stadium? There's more space there.

Here. Brother #1 wants to be here.

At the foot of Wat Phnom?

No, here.

Instead of the pagoda.

But that's Phnom Penh's symbol!

No problem.

Blow it up with dynamite, and bang!

And clean up thoroughly. Give me the statue!

You must respect him.

He must be exactly there.

How wonderful.

The revolution must make a clean break with the past.

Definitely.

It's only the beginning. Understand?

Naturally.

However, it's incredible what you've already achieved

in so little time. It's amazing.

We're trying to do our best to go beyond the revolution.

Over here is the workshop

where we melt scrap metals from the imperialists' cars

to make farming tools.

See there?

Let's carry on.

Mrs. Thirith, you're the wife of Ieng Sary,

the Party's #2.

You're also Pol Pot's sister-in-law

and you are a Sorbonne graduate.

So, where are the intellectuals?

The intellectuals are here. They live better than before.

I can't deny the fact that we have

evacuated the Phnom Penh population to the countryside.

Including my own family. My mother and my sister.

My sister who has a PhD in Law. She's an intellectual.

Many refugees

claim that the intellectuals have been killed

by the revolution.

But you must know that the Vietnamese

have slaughtered over half a million of our people.

Mostly women, children and elderly people.

Besides, they claim that we kill the...

those who wore glasses

because they're branded as intellectuals.

But you may notice that I wear glasses myself.

So, that doesn't make sense.

- Thank you, Mrs. Thirith. - You're welcome.

Keep walking!

- No pictures! - We're reporters!

We're reporters!

We've been invited by the Angkar.

Go back to your rooms!

Who is it?

What's your welcome gift?

Nail polish and an ax. What about you?

That, I didn't get.

Here, a gift.

What will you do will all this money, you capitalist pig?

It's for the trip.

There's no more currency here. What are you talking about?

Who's that dough for?

Don't worry, I won't say a thing.

We're all alone in this crazy place. We need to help each other.

It's for Bophana, my translator.

We worked together for two years.

We'd travel to the provinces together.

This is a letter I got one week before the takeover of Phnom Penh.

She'd just had a baby.

She asked me to visit them.

Will you get her out of the country?

One can escape.

There are gaps in the Thai border.

Have you heard from her since the Khmer Rouge took over?

No one's kept in touch with anyone.

They're intellectuals.

They must have settled in a cooperative like everybody else.

I just need to find where they are.

Speaking of helping out...

What do you mean?

When we get to Phnom Penh,

you'll create a diversion

and I'll look around for an hour.

That, I can do.

Where does the corridor lead to?

Nowhere.

If our people were able to build Angkor,

then they can do anything...

Hello!

- How are you? - Fine, and you?

Fine. Just fine.

Mr. Minister, I'm really glad to be here.

Don't call me minister, I'm comrade now.

Are you all right?

- Did you get all our questions? - I did, don't worry.

I'm really glad to see you, too.

I'm Paul Thomas.

Nice to meet you.

You know, Brother #1 is very busy.

He's in a general staff meeting right now.

In the meantime, I'll take you to his historic bedroom.

I gave him all your questions.

Thanks. What if I want to add another question?

We'll see about that later.

So, this is his bedroom.

You'll see.

Brother #1 lives a very simple life.

Mr. Ieng Sary, does Pol Pot actually sleep here?

He does indeed, when he has time to sleep at all.

Go ahead, take pictures.

So, now I'm allowed to?

You have to show this in your papers.

Brother #1 hates ostentation

and the trappings of power.

He lives like the people.

The Social Contract.

By Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

You know, Brother #1 has a lot on his hands.

We need to push back our Vietnamese enemies.

And there are enemies within.

Who are they?

Enemies of the revolution. 10% are traitors.

90% of the people are satisfied.

As far as enemies and traitors,

some have fled abroad

and others are still hiding among us.

I'll take you to the provinces, you'll see the country's real state.

It has nothing to do with what Western propaganda makes of it.

Come on, smile a little.

Look, Lise, this is Sikoeun.

I met him in Paris 27 years ago.

Look at this fellow. He's in great shape.

Sikoeun, you're here!

To think that in Paris, I heard you'd been executed!

You shouldn't believe

what your reporters say about Democratic Kampuchea.

Long live the new society of Kampuchea, with neither rich nor poor!

"To you,

"Pol Pot, my old friend,

"always longing for justice and freedom.

"In remembrance

"of our youth

"as activists in Paris.

"How far we have come.

"Alain Cariou."

You know, Pol Pot, Ieng Sary, Sikoeun

were so brave back then,

so full of ideals.

And they have...

They have really fought for... their people,

to give them back their dignity.

Believe me, they had nothing to gain.

They risked their lives.

Don't touch her like that.

Who do you think you are?

Ok, fine.

Petty tyrant!

Unbearable.

Who does he take himself for?

The food here is as good as in your country.

Refugees who complain about famine in Democratic Kampuchea

work for the CIA, the KGB,

or our Vietnamese enemies.

We have all our meals together,

so that

the Angkar can make sure everyone is treated on an equal footing.

From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.

Château Angelus? A Grand Cru wine.

Do you like it, comrade?

For a revolutionary meal...

Comrade, speak Khmer!

This isn't Paris.

Those who speak French are traitors.

What traitors are you talking about?

I'm the son of peasants, of poor people, like you.

I've never been to France before.

You, the son of peasants?

Brothers and sisters,

have some more.

My people worked really hard

to give you this delicious food.

Are you alright, Miss Delbo?

Yeah...

I was thinking about my friends who lived in Phnom Penh.

They all settled in collectivist cooperatives, right?

Most probably.

How can we know where they are?

The New People,

who used to be city folk,

are sent to cooperatives in their native regions.

Are you looking for someone in particular?

Well... for many. I know their first names

but I'd very much like to meet people from Phnom Penh.

Many people from the New People

have changed names.

Translate.

Tell them

that supporters of imperialists are all traitors.

And who cares what happens to them!

Comrade, they are the Angkar's guests.

Show some courtesy, right?

Besides, if you remember any last names,

I'll do my very best to find your friends. I promise.

Very well. Thank you.

So, gentlemen, how about some cognac?

- But this is French cognac! - Of course!

It's French cognac. Do you want some?

A bit of cognac.

- Would you like some, too? - With pleasure.

There you are.

Do women only get lemongrass?

Of course not, it's cognac for everyone.

We should be somewhere around here.

Over there.

In Kampong Chhnang province.

Bophana is from Kampot.

In this area.

But there's only one road.

So, we have to get through Phnom Penh.

We should go down and get as near as possible.

Maybe she'll see us and show herself.

Better stop talking about them.

Intellectuals who hang out with Westerners...

Just what Chan hates.

Suong seems more civilized, but he's not.

You're right.

I need to get some sleep now.

I'm not sleepy.

I am.

I'm wasted.

Good night, Paul. Good night, Alain.

Here, our soldiers are having their meals together.

They raise pigs. They grow rice, too.

They need to become self-sufficient.

In other words,

they need to rely on themselves.

Sir, take as many pictures as you like.

It's no problem.

Come and see the kitchen.

You may even taste the dishes.

You won't get poisoned, believe me.

Not a chance.

It smells good, doesn't it?

So, what are they cooking?

It must be a soup with spices.

With lemongrass

and many more ingredients.

- Is this water spinach? - Yes, it is.

And katchet. I don't know the word in French.

They will mix meat with fish.

You may taste it afterwards. Not right now.

I'll be glad to.

Look what I've found.

Rice hulls and soil.

Where did you find this?

In the rice bags, over there.

Seriously?

Have you noticed? They don't talk.

See? Now that work is collective,

we grow seven tons of rice per hectare.

- 7 tons? Are you sure? - Yes, of course.

I thought that the maximum yield used to be 3 tons per hectare.

How do you do it?

It's very simple. Now, the Angkar is master of water and land.

And with a strong revolutionary conscience,

you can do anything. Anything.

I can take you to meet people from the cooperative.

Let's go.

Come along.

This is bogus.

Here, we brought peasants, rice.

You may take as many pictures as you like. No problem.

If you'd like the peasants

to winnow the rice for your pictures, we can ask them, too.

I want to see an actual cooperative.

A cooperative? For the time being...

all of our cooperatives are not available.

You're kidding.

It's not safe.

We'll see later about the cooperative.

Look, I need a personal angle. Alright?

Like a peasant's firsthand account.

- This man, over there. - Wait.

- Let me talk to this old man. - He'll bring him.

Hello, sir.

Can you explain how this cooperative works?

We work together.

How does your day break down?

Who does what?

The Angkar tells us what to do.

What more should I say?

Just answer their questions.

Do you have any children? Do you live with your family?

I live with the other peasants.

I have children.

But...

I don't know what else to say.

That's enough, comrade, say no more!

Thank you.

- All done? - Yes.

Let's go on with the visit.

Comrade, follow me.

Come along!

I'm not imagining things. It was the old man's krama.

Lise, come on.

It's all for show.

You put the poor man in danger. Did you have to talk to him?

- He was shaking with fear. - Alain is right.

We can't let them take us for a ride!

What do you think? We're the Angkar's official guests.

They show us what they want. All regimes are the same.

We're here as reporters.

You're a goddamned muckraker!

I'm here to report facts. Not to act as a tourist.

I'm not a friend of the Party's.

We are so lucky to visit this country

at a key moment of its history. You must go by the rules.

Because it's a key moment, I must be clear-headed.

You'll get kicked out. You'll see.

Keep on like this. See what happens.

You don't believe me? Go see for yourself.

Lise, come on. You're being manipulated.

Easy, it's me, Paul.

What the hell are you doing here?

- I wanted to apologize. - What?

I know you're great at what you do.

Get off my bed.

Come on, take it easy.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Don't be so uptight.

Say that again?

Get lost!

Come on!

You okay, Lise?

Yeah.

Guys in this business aren't used to working with women yet.

Everything's alright?

Yes. I manage. Good night, Paul. Good night, Alain.

Comrade, what is the place of human rights in your revolution?

We can't ignore the war. It's imminent.

Vietnam is an ally of the Soviet Union's.

So, your questions about human rights and people's well-being

are totally irrelevant.

What about prisons?

What are you talking about? There are no prisons in this country.

Injustices are handled within cooperatives.

They're resolved on site.

Do people have any privacy?

Can people make decisions for themselves?

You haven't understood anything about our revolution.

Do you have more questions?

In the 12th century, there were no curators.

It was our peasants who built Angkor Wat.

Where are the monument curators?

Comrades, who come from the West,

know that the Khmer people

don't need you anymore.

We no longer need colonialists,

imperialists or capitalists.

Have you seen Paul?

What are you doing here?

If you can't find the bastard,

you're dead. Got it?

Your families, too. You have 5 minutes.

Yes, comrade, forgive me.

Forgive me for my negligence.

I'll find him tomorrow.

He's useless. Ignorant peasant!

He's incompetent. How could he run a country?

I sent soldiers after him.

Yes, comrade.

If Mr. Thomas has defected to the enemy,

the Angkar will have us all killed. You hear me?

All of us.

If you know anything, say it now.

Where did your friend Paul go?

- Where? - Maybe he got lost.

Actually,

I got a secret message from the Angkar.

Brother #1 has agreed to meet with you tomorrow.

It has all been arranged.

But he won't come under these circumstances.

So, when will I meet with him?

No one will be informed.

He'll just show up one day.

Besides, when Brother #1 goes places,

there are several convoys to trick the enemy of the regime.

Should you ever see an official convoy arrive,

Brother #1 may not be a part of it.

That's how it is.

We'll find your friend Mr. Paul. Don't you worry.

What's the situation like?

Soldiers are looking for him.

He can't go that far.

It's Ta Mok.

Comrade, forgive me.

I've been neglectful.

Please forgive me!

You traitor!

Comrade, spare me!

Don't hurt my wife and children.

I take all the blame.

Comrade, let me go!

Are you the interpreter?

Yes, comrade.

This morning, you were with Chan, right?

Yes, I was.

Comrade,

this isn't his fault.

What do you think?

The Angkar gets rid of whoever carries the filth of the old society.

The Angkar eliminates all the parasites

who oppose Democratic Kampuchea.

And so, what?

Do you think the Angkar's decision is unfair?

No.

Where are you going? On your knees!

On your knees!

Right now!

If you move, I'll kill you.

Comrade, hold him.

Don't you move!

Get me the film rolls!

Even if they're hidden up his ass, bring them to me.

If there's one missing,

I'll cut off your hands

and let you bleed to death.

That's enough, now.

You've taken everything from him. What more do you want?

I'm warning you. I'm a close friend of Brother #1's.

Bang Ti Moy.

Brother Pol.

Let him go!

Because of comrade Thomas' carelessness,

we had to strengthen safety measures.

From now on,

you won't be allowed to go out

without being escorted by at least 2 armed guards per person.

From now on, I'll be the one taking pictures

and I will also serve as your interpreter.

Is that clear?

"We are inside a bubble

"that may burst

"at any

"moment."

It was yesterday and this is tomorrow

You're the only path I have left

I've put my heart in your hands

And I love you so much that I'm shaking all over

In the evening, in the morning, at midnight or at noon

In hell or in heaven...

Come in!

You afraid of the water?

Afraid of drowning?

So, come in!

Come in!

We tie him up tightly to interrogate him.

We give him one or two shocks. He won't talk.

So we give him more shocks.

But we don't electrocute him to death.

We go at it gradually.

One or two more shocks so he talks.

And we don't let him get away.

If he does,

he may attack us.

Go get dressed. I won't repeat it.

I won't go on an excursion. I'm done playing along.

If I can't take pictures, you no longer have a photographer.

For the last time, comrade. You must obey the Angkar's orders.

Imperialist dog.

Let me talk to him for a minute.

What the hell is going on? What's Paul doing?

Who cares about the pictures?

We have eyes and can see.

We will tell what we saw.

You really think Alain will support me

when I report that his friends slaughter and starve their own people?

Look at me, Paul.

I'm with you.

Tonight, I will record you.

You will tell me in detail all that you saw.

Come on.

We must keep on with this trip as if nothing had happened.

I feel drained, Lise.

- We must complete this trip. - What for?

You think they'll let you speak out?

And let you see your friend?

Lise, think about it.

A brainiac speaking 4 languages, a guy working for Westerners!

So?

Hair?

Isn't it hair?

So?

So?

It's palm tree bark.

Isn't it?

Is it cassava?

I know what this is.

It's a fan.

I know! It's a fan!

Comrades, this intellectual can't even recognize an elephant!

An elephant?

An elephant!

Paul?

His luggage is here.

He took his cameras with him.

Where could he go?

They haven't noticed anything. And yet, they haven't left their posts.

Paul must have escaped from his room.

It's impossible. He wouldn't have left.

Why are you lying?

Easy.

What have you done with him?

We came together, we stay together.

Come on...

Where is Paul?

Don't be rude, Miss.

Mr. Thomas ran away again. That's the whole story.

He wouldn't vanish into thin air, for no reason.

He didn't take his film rolls.

We'll find him before nightfall, like last time.

Our comrade invites you to return to your rooms.

He'll order an investigation.

He will cancel all visits until further notice.

Very well.

Let's wait for the investigation's outcome.

We shouldn't have left Paul alone.

What should we do for Paul?

What's wrong with this country?

Who should we warn?

The trouble with a revolution that gives power to workers and peasants

is that it lacks structure and a true political culture.

The people are in power

and the people are hungry for blood.

Hungry for blood?

Indeed.

You really believe this?

As in any revolution.

Paul didn't vanish all by himself.

Who knows?

I'm tired.

See you tomorrow.

In the past,

the Party made sure

to educate us,

to nurture

and consolidate our position

as proletarians.

Six Vietnamese units have penetrated

into Cambodian territory three days ago,

along the 870-mile border.

The Vietnamese justified their attack

saying they wished to end

the Khmer Rouge's ongoing forays into Vietnamese territory.

24 hours after Hanoi's operation, the Vietnamese

offered to stop the fighting. This will not be easy.

Between Cambodia and Vietnam, there is a historical dispute.

You know, Sikoeun

is married to a French woman.

And yet, he's doing just fine. And his family, too.

They tell us what they want.

Blah-blah-blah.

Your borders were closed 3 years ago. Where is your revolution at?

How can you turn an outraged people into a revolutionary people?

You must turn everything into a conflict, question everything.

How do you stir people's conscience? With the practice of class struggle.

What practice of class struggle?

Revolution moves forward under the whip of counter-revolution.

What is the counter-revolution?

The Vietnamese have ransacked all our warehouses and harvests.

They even burned down the entire rice harvest

as it was harvest time then.

And so, they've left us without our food supplies.

You can't put all the blame on the Vietnamese.

Of course you can.

How is this possible?

You think too much, Miss Delbo.

The French plundered Cambodia's resources

and they've rewritten history to glorify Vietnam and France.

Long live the great people of Kampuchea!

Long live the Angkar,

Kampuchea's amazingly intelligent revolutionary party!

Long live the brave revolutionary army of Kampuchea!

"I don't know if the people you're talking about are horrible,

"as you describe them.

"I know they are like you."

PHNOM PENH IS LIBERATED

240,000 tons of bombs dropped on the country.

1,200,000 people were killed or wounded.

Go pack your bags.

Brother #1 will see you. We'll leave in 20 minutes.

It's a safety procedure

as the Vietnamese have crossed the border.

You will visit Brother #1 in a makeshift camp

where he is working on a counteroffensive.

Right after, you will go back to Phnom Penh

and fly to Beijing and then to your country.

This country has become way too dangerous for you.

We're actually going to meet him?

Your friend is expecting you!

What about Paul? We can't leave without him.

Paul Thomas?

There's nothing we can do. He was caught by the Vietnamese.

What do you mean, it's over?

- What do you mean? - It's the investigation's conclusion.

What is over?

What do you mean, it's over?

What do you mean, it's over?

What do you mean, it's over for Paul? This is nonsense!

Do we agree on this, Alain?

We won't leave without Paul.

I'll talk to Pol Pot about him.

It will be too late.

Listen, Lise.

I know Pol Pot very well. We've been writing each other for years.

I'm not sure what he can do

but I know he'll listen to me.

I won't leave without Paul.

You heard me? I won't leave without him.

Come this way. Put your things here.

Watch out.

What is this machine?

It's a recording device.

I will record Brother #1's interview on these tapes.

Open the machine. I must inspect the inside.

No, you can't open it.

It's a very precise equipment and I'll break it.

Look, here. It's not a bomb.

Please, get undressed.

Here? Like this?

In front of everybody?

Hurry up, come on!

Completely?

I have money with me.

Seriously, Suong.

Can't you just search us? Do you have to humiliate us?

Okay, that's enough.

Search them! That'll be enough.

Raise your arms.

You want us butt naked?

It's enough. Get dressed. Make it quick.

Are you all satisfied? Are you all happy?

Get dressed. That's enough, now.

Let's go quickly.

But the cherry season is very short

When we go off, dreaming, to harvest

Some earrings

Cherries of love

Dressed alike

Falling through the leaves

Like drops of blood

Alain!

My dear friend Alain!

I'm so glad to see you again.

- Can I be on first-name terms? - Of course.

I've been looking forward to this for so long.

Good.

I'm so thrilled.

I've never met a woman foreign correspondent before.

You'll have to get used to it.

So, tell me about your trip across Democratic Kampuchea.

I'm sure what you saw has nothing to do

with what the regime's detractors...

...with what the regime's detractors, those dogs

have told you.

It is true that wherever we were taken,

collective life seemed perfectly organized.

However, it felt like a large portion of the people

were forced to embrace your project of a new society.

We're striving to live up to our political project

and to build a truly fair society.

Principles were not enough.

We must make this new society a reality

even if it challenges the habits

of a small portion of the people.

A house is anchored into the ground by its stilts.

Our society is based on our brave workers and peasants.

This is the base, so everything rests on it.

That's why it must fully enjoy

the revolution's benefits,

today and in the future.

Do you mean that there's no more room for other social classes?

For city people,

for intellectuals,

for shopkeepers?

I mean that we aim to build a society

with neither an exploiting class nor an exploited class.

A society where everyone takes part in all works on equal footing.

A society striving to establish happiness and prosperity for all.

What worries me is that

your project of a new society has no respect

for what usually makes up a human being.

Do I worry you, my dear friend Alain?

No.

Families are split up.

There is no currency, no trade,

no faith, no justice.

Your regime seems to create individuals who have nothing left of their own.

When you start a revolution,

when you take a step forward,

with a strong revolutionary spirit you can do anything.

What bothers you Westerners

is that there could be a project for society

that you haven't come up with.

You like to lecture the rest of the world too much.

Let's leave things at this for the moment.

One last question, please.

As you know, we began this trip with photojournalist Paul Thomas.

However, he vanished without a reason.

Can you give us any information about him?

Information about Paul Thomas?

This Paul Thomas is an agent of the CIA

or the KGB.

What kind of information, Miss Delbo?

He joined the revolution's enemies. His fate is no longer my concern.

I'm surprised. Paul Thomas never chose any side.

He worked in the Soviet Union, in mainland China,

in Cuba without having any problem.

Let's leave it at this.

You had Paul Thomas arrested?

You made me very uncomfortable.

Did you have to provoke him like this?

It's like you're looking for confrontation.

If they mistake you for a CIA agent, I can do nothing for you.

I cannot do nothing.

It's the barefoot peasants' revolution. Can you see them?

Watch them!

Surround them!

Wait here!

Wait here!

Alain Cariou? You, stay.

Lise Delbo. Come with me.

- Where are we going? - Come with me!

Hey, my Nagra!

Don't touch my...

We shouldn't stay!

Alain, don't stay!

Don't stay!

We have to stay together!

THE CAUSE OF THE PEOPLE

"Weeping or praying, all this is in vain.

"Shoulder your long and energetic task,

"The way that Destiny sees fit to ask,

"Then suffer and so die without complaint."

Alain, you're shaking.

I have a bit of a fever, I think.

Is that what it is? You weakling.

Comrade!

Get him a pill for his fever.

You know, Alain,

the Angkar's policy will revive Cambodia's grandeur.

Do you understand?

There's something I'd like to discuss with you, comrade.

Your ideal of a fairer society

is my ideal.

Deep down, I'm like you.

I don't want to live in a world where capitalism

is inevitable.

Indeed, I believe that mankind

is capable of creating a new model of society

that is more equitable,

more just.

And today, this new model

is embodied by Democratic Kampuchea,

obviously.

But what if you couldn't live up to this dream?

If you were blinded by ideology,

instead of striving in earnest

for the people's happiness, for their fulfillment,

then, I think

we'd be facing a great danger

because after you,

the men and women we represent

wouldn't be able to dream any longer.

Stop! Where are you going?

Come back at once!

We spent years hiding in the jungle,

living like animals,

starving, hunted down, persecuted.

But we held our ground

and we reached our goal:

to free the workers and peasants from the West's yoke.

Because you've lived in comfort, because you were born free,

you have never had to fight for your dignity.

You cannot imagine the physical and moral strength

that we mustered through this ordeal.

Now,

nothing nor anyone

will keep us from completing our project for a new society.

The other revolutions failed

because they didn't follow their principles through to the end,

because they accommodated

human nature's weaknesses.

The Angkar will create new men,

pure men from the class of poor peasants.

It will go back to Marx's primitive Communism.

An integral Communism

where people will live without money

and will share everything based on absolute egalitarianism.

You see, Alain,

the Angkar's project is writing a new page.

To put an end to 2,000 years of history that led to materialism and decadence.

To go back to original purity.

But what is this people you speak of, comrade?

This unspoiled, malleable being

doesn't exist and never existed.

Perhaps, yes, young people are more likely to change.

But as for all the others,

all those who experienced the old society, the old world,

how will you make sure

that they live up to your project?

Those you speak of, who belong to the new people, are harmful.

The Angkar must draw a clear line

between citizens who can be reformed

and those who will irrevocably remain enemies of the revolution.

But where is the line?

You are the Angkar.

How will you deal with them?

Those who can be reformed will be.

The others will be eliminated.

Eliminated?

But they're human beings.

They are countless.

As Danton said, "Let us be terrible

"to dispense the people from having to be."

Terrible up to what point?

Better an absence of men

than imperfect men.

An absence of men...

Oh, you're here.

You saw him again?

So?

So what?

Subtitles by Franck Garbarz

Subtitling TransPerfect Media France