The Stringer: The Man Who Took the Photo (2025) Movie Script
After black smoke,
I saw one woman running first.
Then another woman carry the baby.
She called, "Help me, help me.
My grandchild."
Stopped by all the media,
and the boy died like one second
after I shot my picture.
I took a picture of her.
When she passed me,
I saw her skin come off,
the body burned so badly,
I said, "No, I dont want no more pictures
of her, I think she'll die in minutes."
I came to LA in 1977.
I look at Hollywood and I said, "My God,
Vietnam and Hollywood big difference."
I worked here much later
so I didn't know those people.
My name is L Vn, and I am
a journalist living in Ho Chi Minh City.
At first this story captured my curiosity
but I wasn't sure
if the story was true or not.
I wanted to know, if it is true,
then how could it have been hidden
for so many years?
When Mr. Carl told me that he wanted
to find the true author of the photo
to say sorry to him,
he sent me a few photographs of the person
who he thought was
the author of the photo.
And from that I started to look for him.
She ran out from the temple,
out to the road, in the middle,
then they all ran here. Where we are now.
They first bombed in this area, this one,
then continued to others.
This was the first attack.
Yes, napalm.
This was me with Kim Phc's family.
Here's Kim Phc.
Tm.
All family. These too, all family.
Yes, that's me.
Here, my sister was leading my brother.
There was a lot of screaming.
I stayed calm and peeled off
the bomb pieces
that stuck like burnt rice on them.
So, where were you when the bomb dropped?
I was running.
Then as I was running, the bomb dropped.
I ran with Unit 25 while Kim Phc was
with her grandmother so she got burned.
We ran together.
Each group of each side of the bridge,
running, tumbling, screaming.
No, I didnt know. I didnt know
who was taking pictures either.
I saw them putting her in a vehicle.
Who put her in a vehicle?
People around, people
helped each other and put her in.
Who were they?
There were many people.
But they were civilians or soldiers?
Civilians, they put her in a vehicle.
Back then, anyone who looked neat,
white and fair-skinned,
we thought they were Americans.
We just said, let them take her to
save her. And it's true, she was saved.
No. No.
The person was
just a well-dressed civilian.
That's all we remember.
The past is the past, just let it go.
I picked her up,
put her in my company car - the van
and all the kids inside they cry
all the time for 40 minutes, 35 minutes.
We stopped at Cu Chi hospital -
when I showed my media pass,
it worked very well.
They take her inside right away.
That photo had a profound impact
on the history of my country.
The "Napalm Girl" photo helped
the anti-war movement in Vietnam.
And that was extremely meaningful
to the Vietnamese people
who had experienced a long
wartime period, of pain, and loss.
Because of this,
the person who was able to
bring this moment and image to the world
is a hero in Vietnamese history.
Finding the stringer will be difficult
because this story took place so long ago.
The people who could possibly know
have either passed away
or resettled to a foreign country,
and their whereabouts are unclear.
When we posted on Facebook,
the information was very vague.
So, I didnt have high hopes.
I did call... up one day,
and I asked him about this
and he said, "Talk to Carl. He's telling
the truth." That's all he would say.
He wouldn't go beyond that.
One of my friends,
he post that thing on the Facebook.
First of all, I recognized
the name right away
because Ngh is my close friend
and co-worker too.
And I read the story,
and I see the picture.
I called Ngh right away, and I said,
"Ngh, your story come true!"
He said, "Really?
Some people are looking for me?"
So he got very, very excited.
"Oh, my God! People are going
to know the truth very soon."
The only thing we could do was wait.
But about three days later,
three or four days later,
after we posted on Facebook,
while I was sitting at a caf,
my phone rang, and I received a call.
I'll always remember this moment,
and I had to ask him to repeat it twice.
He said, "Mr. Ngh just called me.
This is Ngh.
I'm the one you're looking for."
And after that I took off my glasses,
and put my head down,
and sobbed.
He was only going to be in Vietnam
for one more month.
That's why I felt I had to
leave immediately to meet him.
He had been waiting for us
since early morning
when he learned we would come to visit.
He hadn't eaten anything,
just sat and waited.
So, when I saw him, a real life person
standing in front of me,
an elderly man
it's difficult to describe
how I felt at that moment.
Which photo was yours?
The one with the naked girl
whose clothes were burned.
The one that won the Pulitzer later on?
That's the one, yes.
Nick t came with me on that assignment.
But he didn't take that photo.
He just took some pictures from afar.
That photo was mine.
The AP guy accepted the photo
and gave me a print
and the rest of the film.
I gave the rest to a journalist in Saigon.
Who did you sell it to?
The boss. Then the next day
I went back and
he gave me a print... this big...
and he gave me $20 and said,
"I'll take this photo."
I took the $20 and took the other guys
for a drink. That's it.
Normally when a news agency
bought photos from you,
did they credit your name
when publishing them?
No, rarely.
Only on some special occasions.
Normally after I get back from a shoot,
I would just give them all the film.
They do what they do,
and I wouldn't question them.
After meeting Ngh, I felt incredible joy.
What happened afterwards
was very strange and unbelievable.
I texted Mr. Ngh to see
how he was and keep in touch,
but I didn't get a reply for
a whole night and the next morning.
The next day I tried to reach him again.
I called all night and all morning,
but I still didn't get a reply.
So, the next afternoon I called again.
Mr. Ngh's friend answered the phone
and told me he just had a stroke.
She said he might go into a coma, and
his condition was serious. Very serious.
It made me so emotional
thinking of him lying in the hospital,
with life and death so precarious.
I remembered something he told me:
"If I don't have any evidence,
then I'm zero,
while the other person is a hero."
They promoted me to Lieutenant because
I had that certificate
from the Psy-Ops Bureau.
I worked in the film department
for news gathering.
When in 1975 did you emigrate to the U.S.?
One month before the North arrived.
Because I worked for the U.S. Embassy,
they prioritized the people
who were in charge of important jobs.
Well, theres a channel, I dont know
which, but they called me to go film.
Because they said the Vit Cng
have come to Trng Bng already.
Theyre in a temple in Trng Bng.
They didnt have a driver.
So I said, Im a driver too.
Then I rented a car and I drove there.
When I got there,
I saw planes flying overhead,
indicating that there was
going to be trouble.
I called a few guys over and said,
Youre going to have work to do.
I thought civilians were hiding there.
Then the planes dropped two bombs.
Since that is the main road,
they have to run out that way;
there's nowhere else to run.
I prepared everything in advance.
I saw the photo in that moment
and just took it.
And I managed to capture that moment,
and I knew I got the money shot.
Yes, that's the camera. It was a Pentax.
Yes, a 50 mm lens.
Normal.
After I sold the photo,
about 6 or 7 months later.
Someone inside AP told me,
"Your photo went to the U.S.
It has won awards.
Do you want to file a complaint?"
I looked back and thought,
I dont have any proof of it.
Let me go home and check.
And I saw that my wife had ripped up the
print the guy gave me and threw it away.
No, intentional.
I knew it right away.
It's my profession, I knew.
On that day,
t was the only one who was staff for AP.
So the AP guy credited that photo to t.
I've met him, but I didn't greet him,
and he didn't greet me either.
I felt upset.
I worked hard for it,
but that guy got to have it all.
He got the recognition. He got awards.
He was celebrated in Vietnam.
I was in the middle
holding the microphone.
And Nguyn Thnh Ngh was on my
left side taking a picture of that girl.
After filming, I told Mr. Nguyen Than Ngh
that the AP office was next to mine.
The buyer of the film was Mr. Horst Faas.
I don't know how to spell his name in
English, but people called him Horst Faas.
After developing the film,
he cut off the one of the burned girl,
set it aside, and said,
"I'll buy this film."
He also gave me an enlargement
of the burned girl. 8 x 10 inch.
My conscience is not at peace.
Every time I think about it,
I can't eat or sleep well.
I'm reliving that moment
from 50 years ago.
On that day,
the truth that I suppressed inside,
deceiving myself,
left me feeling unrest.
If you were a freelance military reporter
and you went out and took pictures,
you would then submit them to AP.
Especially those in the military,
they were poor, you understand.
They just gave them the photos
to earn a little money
fame was not important.
This means they didn't go to AP
to claim that picture
because they thought once they were paid,
that picture belonged to AP?
Yes, that's AP's policy.
So, there could be many pictures
taken by other people,
that happened.
I think when it comes to Nick t's photo,
determining the real author
is very difficult.
Nick t must know whether
he really took it or not.
I and another man named David Burnett
from Time Magazine.
I and a Vietnamese man
named Hong Vn Doanh,
a freelance reporter for AP and UPI,
and there was another man, Ngh, who
was a driver for NBC, he was not media.
He was driving a car with the journalists.
He drove a friend of mine, L Phc inh,
a cameraman who captured
the entire scene of the bombing.
The first person to run out
was an old lady,
at least 70 years old.
She ran out first.
Then the children ran out.
I had just taken a photo.
I looked through the viewfinder and
suddenly saw girl, arms outstretched,
running and ask myself,
"Why isn't she wearing clothes?"
I had to run close to her
and take the photo.
It was then that Kim Phc's uncle ran out
and asked me if I could take the children
to the hospital.
I had a van. I opened the door.
I carried Kim Phc and put her
on the floor of the car
because her back was burned badly,
so she couldn't lean back.
Then three kids jumped in.
She was burned badly
we didn't know how to save her.
There was an uncle who carried her
on his back and ran.
He took her down to Bc H, C Chi.
From there, a plane took her
to the Childrens Hospital.
For 52 years Nick t
had always been believed to be
the photographer
who captured the "Napalm Girl" photo.
However, a recent revelation
has challenged
the greatest achievement
of his photography career.
The Napalm Girl with questions
the world will never forget.
But is this shot really one of his?
The story of a probable usurpation
which will have lasted 50 years.
Yes, thats the camera.
It was a Pentax, yes.
When the truth is disregarded,
that's when society becomes corrupted.
The truth is the truth, it cannot be
twisted, or torn apart.
Because if so, it's no longer the truth,
and we will have lost our moral compass.
After fifty years I hope
that people will no longer see
Vietnamese children through that photo
but through other brighter,
happier images.
My hope is that the truth will be restored
to its rightful place
and that Nick t himself
will feel a sense of relief and peace.
I've held onto this truth
for more than 50 years.
I was the one who took the photograph.
Now I have a voice.
I saw one woman running first.
Then another woman carry the baby.
She called, "Help me, help me.
My grandchild."
Stopped by all the media,
and the boy died like one second
after I shot my picture.
I took a picture of her.
When she passed me,
I saw her skin come off,
the body burned so badly,
I said, "No, I dont want no more pictures
of her, I think she'll die in minutes."
I came to LA in 1977.
I look at Hollywood and I said, "My God,
Vietnam and Hollywood big difference."
I worked here much later
so I didn't know those people.
My name is L Vn, and I am
a journalist living in Ho Chi Minh City.
At first this story captured my curiosity
but I wasn't sure
if the story was true or not.
I wanted to know, if it is true,
then how could it have been hidden
for so many years?
When Mr. Carl told me that he wanted
to find the true author of the photo
to say sorry to him,
he sent me a few photographs of the person
who he thought was
the author of the photo.
And from that I started to look for him.
She ran out from the temple,
out to the road, in the middle,
then they all ran here. Where we are now.
They first bombed in this area, this one,
then continued to others.
This was the first attack.
Yes, napalm.
This was me with Kim Phc's family.
Here's Kim Phc.
Tm.
All family. These too, all family.
Yes, that's me.
Here, my sister was leading my brother.
There was a lot of screaming.
I stayed calm and peeled off
the bomb pieces
that stuck like burnt rice on them.
So, where were you when the bomb dropped?
I was running.
Then as I was running, the bomb dropped.
I ran with Unit 25 while Kim Phc was
with her grandmother so she got burned.
We ran together.
Each group of each side of the bridge,
running, tumbling, screaming.
No, I didnt know. I didnt know
who was taking pictures either.
I saw them putting her in a vehicle.
Who put her in a vehicle?
People around, people
helped each other and put her in.
Who were they?
There were many people.
But they were civilians or soldiers?
Civilians, they put her in a vehicle.
Back then, anyone who looked neat,
white and fair-skinned,
we thought they were Americans.
We just said, let them take her to
save her. And it's true, she was saved.
No. No.
The person was
just a well-dressed civilian.
That's all we remember.
The past is the past, just let it go.
I picked her up,
put her in my company car - the van
and all the kids inside they cry
all the time for 40 minutes, 35 minutes.
We stopped at Cu Chi hospital -
when I showed my media pass,
it worked very well.
They take her inside right away.
That photo had a profound impact
on the history of my country.
The "Napalm Girl" photo helped
the anti-war movement in Vietnam.
And that was extremely meaningful
to the Vietnamese people
who had experienced a long
wartime period, of pain, and loss.
Because of this,
the person who was able to
bring this moment and image to the world
is a hero in Vietnamese history.
Finding the stringer will be difficult
because this story took place so long ago.
The people who could possibly know
have either passed away
or resettled to a foreign country,
and their whereabouts are unclear.
When we posted on Facebook,
the information was very vague.
So, I didnt have high hopes.
I did call... up one day,
and I asked him about this
and he said, "Talk to Carl. He's telling
the truth." That's all he would say.
He wouldn't go beyond that.
One of my friends,
he post that thing on the Facebook.
First of all, I recognized
the name right away
because Ngh is my close friend
and co-worker too.
And I read the story,
and I see the picture.
I called Ngh right away, and I said,
"Ngh, your story come true!"
He said, "Really?
Some people are looking for me?"
So he got very, very excited.
"Oh, my God! People are going
to know the truth very soon."
The only thing we could do was wait.
But about three days later,
three or four days later,
after we posted on Facebook,
while I was sitting at a caf,
my phone rang, and I received a call.
I'll always remember this moment,
and I had to ask him to repeat it twice.
He said, "Mr. Ngh just called me.
This is Ngh.
I'm the one you're looking for."
And after that I took off my glasses,
and put my head down,
and sobbed.
He was only going to be in Vietnam
for one more month.
That's why I felt I had to
leave immediately to meet him.
He had been waiting for us
since early morning
when he learned we would come to visit.
He hadn't eaten anything,
just sat and waited.
So, when I saw him, a real life person
standing in front of me,
an elderly man
it's difficult to describe
how I felt at that moment.
Which photo was yours?
The one with the naked girl
whose clothes were burned.
The one that won the Pulitzer later on?
That's the one, yes.
Nick t came with me on that assignment.
But he didn't take that photo.
He just took some pictures from afar.
That photo was mine.
The AP guy accepted the photo
and gave me a print
and the rest of the film.
I gave the rest to a journalist in Saigon.
Who did you sell it to?
The boss. Then the next day
I went back and
he gave me a print... this big...
and he gave me $20 and said,
"I'll take this photo."
I took the $20 and took the other guys
for a drink. That's it.
Normally when a news agency
bought photos from you,
did they credit your name
when publishing them?
No, rarely.
Only on some special occasions.
Normally after I get back from a shoot,
I would just give them all the film.
They do what they do,
and I wouldn't question them.
After meeting Ngh, I felt incredible joy.
What happened afterwards
was very strange and unbelievable.
I texted Mr. Ngh to see
how he was and keep in touch,
but I didn't get a reply for
a whole night and the next morning.
The next day I tried to reach him again.
I called all night and all morning,
but I still didn't get a reply.
So, the next afternoon I called again.
Mr. Ngh's friend answered the phone
and told me he just had a stroke.
She said he might go into a coma, and
his condition was serious. Very serious.
It made me so emotional
thinking of him lying in the hospital,
with life and death so precarious.
I remembered something he told me:
"If I don't have any evidence,
then I'm zero,
while the other person is a hero."
They promoted me to Lieutenant because
I had that certificate
from the Psy-Ops Bureau.
I worked in the film department
for news gathering.
When in 1975 did you emigrate to the U.S.?
One month before the North arrived.
Because I worked for the U.S. Embassy,
they prioritized the people
who were in charge of important jobs.
Well, theres a channel, I dont know
which, but they called me to go film.
Because they said the Vit Cng
have come to Trng Bng already.
Theyre in a temple in Trng Bng.
They didnt have a driver.
So I said, Im a driver too.
Then I rented a car and I drove there.
When I got there,
I saw planes flying overhead,
indicating that there was
going to be trouble.
I called a few guys over and said,
Youre going to have work to do.
I thought civilians were hiding there.
Then the planes dropped two bombs.
Since that is the main road,
they have to run out that way;
there's nowhere else to run.
I prepared everything in advance.
I saw the photo in that moment
and just took it.
And I managed to capture that moment,
and I knew I got the money shot.
Yes, that's the camera. It was a Pentax.
Yes, a 50 mm lens.
Normal.
After I sold the photo,
about 6 or 7 months later.
Someone inside AP told me,
"Your photo went to the U.S.
It has won awards.
Do you want to file a complaint?"
I looked back and thought,
I dont have any proof of it.
Let me go home and check.
And I saw that my wife had ripped up the
print the guy gave me and threw it away.
No, intentional.
I knew it right away.
It's my profession, I knew.
On that day,
t was the only one who was staff for AP.
So the AP guy credited that photo to t.
I've met him, but I didn't greet him,
and he didn't greet me either.
I felt upset.
I worked hard for it,
but that guy got to have it all.
He got the recognition. He got awards.
He was celebrated in Vietnam.
I was in the middle
holding the microphone.
And Nguyn Thnh Ngh was on my
left side taking a picture of that girl.
After filming, I told Mr. Nguyen Than Ngh
that the AP office was next to mine.
The buyer of the film was Mr. Horst Faas.
I don't know how to spell his name in
English, but people called him Horst Faas.
After developing the film,
he cut off the one of the burned girl,
set it aside, and said,
"I'll buy this film."
He also gave me an enlargement
of the burned girl. 8 x 10 inch.
My conscience is not at peace.
Every time I think about it,
I can't eat or sleep well.
I'm reliving that moment
from 50 years ago.
On that day,
the truth that I suppressed inside,
deceiving myself,
left me feeling unrest.
If you were a freelance military reporter
and you went out and took pictures,
you would then submit them to AP.
Especially those in the military,
they were poor, you understand.
They just gave them the photos
to earn a little money
fame was not important.
This means they didn't go to AP
to claim that picture
because they thought once they were paid,
that picture belonged to AP?
Yes, that's AP's policy.
So, there could be many pictures
taken by other people,
that happened.
I think when it comes to Nick t's photo,
determining the real author
is very difficult.
Nick t must know whether
he really took it or not.
I and another man named David Burnett
from Time Magazine.
I and a Vietnamese man
named Hong Vn Doanh,
a freelance reporter for AP and UPI,
and there was another man, Ngh, who
was a driver for NBC, he was not media.
He was driving a car with the journalists.
He drove a friend of mine, L Phc inh,
a cameraman who captured
the entire scene of the bombing.
The first person to run out
was an old lady,
at least 70 years old.
She ran out first.
Then the children ran out.
I had just taken a photo.
I looked through the viewfinder and
suddenly saw girl, arms outstretched,
running and ask myself,
"Why isn't she wearing clothes?"
I had to run close to her
and take the photo.
It was then that Kim Phc's uncle ran out
and asked me if I could take the children
to the hospital.
I had a van. I opened the door.
I carried Kim Phc and put her
on the floor of the car
because her back was burned badly,
so she couldn't lean back.
Then three kids jumped in.
She was burned badly
we didn't know how to save her.
There was an uncle who carried her
on his back and ran.
He took her down to Bc H, C Chi.
From there, a plane took her
to the Childrens Hospital.
For 52 years Nick t
had always been believed to be
the photographer
who captured the "Napalm Girl" photo.
However, a recent revelation
has challenged
the greatest achievement
of his photography career.
The Napalm Girl with questions
the world will never forget.
But is this shot really one of his?
The story of a probable usurpation
which will have lasted 50 years.
Yes, thats the camera.
It was a Pentax, yes.
When the truth is disregarded,
that's when society becomes corrupted.
The truth is the truth, it cannot be
twisted, or torn apart.
Because if so, it's no longer the truth,
and we will have lost our moral compass.
After fifty years I hope
that people will no longer see
Vietnamese children through that photo
but through other brighter,
happier images.
My hope is that the truth will be restored
to its rightful place
and that Nick t himself
will feel a sense of relief and peace.
I've held onto this truth
for more than 50 years.
I was the one who took the photograph.
Now I have a voice.