The Quiet American

'I can't say what made me

fall in love with Vietnam.

'That a woman's voice can drug you?

'That everything is so intense,

'the colours,

'the taste,

'even the rain?

'Nothing like the filthy rain in London.'

'They say whatever you're looking for

'you will find here.

'They say you come to Vietnam

'and you understand a lot

in a few minutes.

'But the rest has got to be lived.

'The smell,

that's the first thing that hits you,

'promising everything

in exchange for your soul.

'And the heat.

'Your shirt is straight away a rag.

'You can hardly remember your name,

'or what you came to escape from.

'But at night, there's a breeze.

'The river is beautiful.

'You could be forgiven for thinking

there was no war,

'that the gunshots were fireworks,

'that only pleasure matters.

'A pipe of opium,

'or the touch of a girl

who might tell you she loves you.

'And then something happens,

'as you knew it would,

'and nothing can ever

be the same again.'

Monsieur Fowler.

Thank you for coming in.

I'm sorry to ask you at this hour.

I know about as much as you do.

He's an American. He's about 30.

He works for the Economic Aid Mission.

And I like him.

He's a very good chap. Serious.

Not like those noisy bastards

down at the Continental.

He's a quiet American.

Yes. A very quiet American.

He's dead, isn't he?

Not guilty.

I just put two and two together.

He was killed by a knife.

Can you identify him?

Yes.

He was... a friend.

To tell you the truth,

I'm not completely sorry.

These Americans are causing

a lot of trouble to us.

But still, a murder is a murder.

Anything to help us?

No.

Nothing at all.

Please.

Pyle...

...est mort.

Assassinated.

How?

He was stabbed.

Yes.

He was in love with me.

Yes. He was.

I'm so sorry, Phuong.

I go to my mother's.

I must think.

'I met Pyle

where you meet everybody,

'at the Hotel Continental.

'I'm there every morning at 11.00.

'I'm English. I have habits. I drink tea.

'I'm a reporter, so I listen.

'I have a lover. I like to watch her

arrive at the milk bar.

'And there was Alden Pyle.

'A face with no history

and no problems.

'The face we all had once.'

- I'm Alden Pyle.

- I'm Thomas Fowler.

- The London Times.

- You've done your homework.

I've read your articles.

- May I join you?

- Please.

And what brings you to Saigon,

Mr Pyle?

I'm with the Economic Aid Mission,

on the medical side.

Eye disease. Do know trachoma?

It's very common here. Very easy to treat.

- Are you staying at the hotel?

- No. I just dropped by for tea.

On the way to the office.

This is really a stroke of luck for me.

You're one of the few correspondents

who goes out into the field

to see what's happening.

Not any more. Besides, I have never

thought of myself as a correspondent.

I'm just a reporter.

I offer no point of view.

I take no action. I don't get involved.

I just report what I see.

- But you must have an opinion.

- Even an opinion is a form of action.

Still, I'd appreciate...

'Pyle was hungry for everything

I could tell him about Vietnam

'and her fight for independence.

'Why were the French losing the war?

'And why were the communists winning?

'Then he saw Phuong.

'I should have realised how saving

a country and saving a woman

'could be the same thing

to someone like Pyle.'

We've got to contain

communism...

'What could be done,

what should be done,

'what he thought, what he'd read.

'He made me remember

there was a time

'when I had wanted

to make a difference.'

- To watch liberty snuffed out?

- "Liberty" is a western word.

How do you define it

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