All language subtitles for The.Sympathizer.2024.S01E03.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_HI.en

(film projector rolling)

("I Want'a Do Something Freaky
To You" by Leon Haywood playing)

(music softens)

- (engine stops)
- (music stops)

(doorbell buzzes)

(dog barking)

(footsteps approaching)

What is it?

I just wanted to make sure.

'Bout what?

About Dumpling.

(door opens)

(Madame speaking Vietnamese)

Why would you bother coming
all the way here just for this?

Do as you see fit.

You know...
what is to be done.

("I Want'a Do Something
Freaky To You" continues)

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I want'a do something... ♪

(General speaking Vietnamese)

♪ Right now ♪

Huh?

Um...

(deep sigh)

(outside chatter)

(sighs)

(speaking Vietnamese)

(car honking)

(sighs)

(mysterious, tense
music playing)

Captain:
The F-6, the grim reaper.

It was horrifying
to learn that my friend

was a trained assassin who
had killed dozens of our comrades.

But honestly,
it was also a relief.

I wasn't the only one who'd
been lying all these years.

And I could use his expertise.

- (engine stops)
- (siren wailing)

♪

Passerby:
Wait, I can help with that.

(Bon speaking Vietnamese)

♪

(ambient street noise, chatter)

(sighs)

♪

Fuck!

♪

(Captain sighs)

♪

(birds chirping)

Uh...

("Mua Rung" by Huynh Anh
playing in apartment)

Yeah.

♪

(Crapulent Major's mother)

♪

Black pudding. Uh...

Black pudding?

♪

(Captain chuckles)

(ambient street noise)

And what brings you here
out of the blue?

I just thought I'd drop by.

'Kay. We might, uh, need
to add another ground rule.

No surprise visits.

You look nice.

("Still a Part of Me"
by The Minits playing in car)

You're not too shabby yourself

for someone
just "dropping by."

Have you ever been
to a longevity celebration?

No.

But did I maybe see one
on an episode of "Star Trek"?

♪

You want me to go with you?

If I do say yes...

how will you introduce me
to other guests?

Uh...

Why do I feel that, however
I answer, I'm doomed?

(chuckles)
This isn't a trap.

Come on, baby, relax.
You're far too tense sometimes.

True, I agree, but (chuckles)

Does that mean
you're coming with me?

Call you tonight.

(sighs)
Heartbreaking.

(dog barking)

- Are you...
- (suspicious music playing)

are you following me?

No, no.
This is pure coincidence.

Hence my astonished expression.

(barking)

I didn't know you had a dog.

Claude: Oh, this thing.
Yeah, it's a good prop.

Nobody pays much mind to a
homosexual walking his foofoo dog.

- Are you a homosexual?
- (dog barking)

I'm whoever I need to be.

Just like you.

♪

Is he CIA-issued?

(laughs)

Oh, let's just say he's
susceptible to suspicion.

Speaking of which, uh, any
leads on the General's suspicions?

Uh, did your man in Saigon

turn up anything
worth looking into?

Quell the General's
anxieties, stat.

Tell you why.
Because we need him.

But now he's just an
impotent clown, isn't he?

Yeah, but he's still the king.

A clown with a crown.

So, stop your waffling,
get out there,

and get me some goddamn proof.

It would also serve you well.

Remember, you're
the one who brought up

this candy business
in the first place.

- Unwrap a few treats for the General
to suck on. - (dog barking)

- Proof? - We could just call
the Major into the "Yellow Flag,"

rough him up a little.

But what are we gonna do
if he flat-out denies it?

Keep in mind, this is America.

If only we were still in Vietnam

where you could torture
civilians with impunity, right?

♪

- (music stops)
- (birds chirping)

Am I really supposed
to pick that up now?

Well, a civic-minded
homosexual would.

Christ.
You're right.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, don't
eat it now. Christ. - (dog barking)

Look, what if I can't
turn up any proof?

Claude: Well, then you
move on to the next guy...

and the next guy, and the
next guy, and the next after that

until you figure somethin' out.

And one more thing.

Can you do somethin' with this?

- (dog barking)
- Let's go.

(tense music playing)

Captain: Ignoring
the fact that patience

is the spy's number one virtue,

I decided to ask
Man one last time.

The Major was an innocent man,

or as innocent
as anyone in that army.

(tires screech)

(street chatter)

♪

And still no directive
from Man on whether or not

I should kill the Major.

I started to wonder
if it was a silent "no"...

or a silent "yes."

(siren wailing)

(ambient street noise)

(suspicious music playing)

Captain:
Ah, fuck it.

Hey, hey.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

It's a new world here.

You can go anywhere,
climb to any heights,

as long as you make money first.

And in America,
we don't have to stay

just a chink and a bastard.

(pensive music playing)

And if you fully
commit to this land...

you become fully American.

But if you don't...

you're just a wandering ghost

living between two worlds,

forever.

♪

(siren wailing)

Sound wisdom.

"Embraced in the arms of
the man I was meant to kill,

I suddenly thought
about his mother."

(Commandant speaking Vietnamese)

(Commandant clicks tongue)

(sighs)

- (Vietnamese music playing)
- (guests chattering)

Are you sure you
guys are refugees?

You know Asian families.

(vocalist singing)

I wonder how he scraped
up enough for all this.

♪

- Ms. Mori?
- Thank you.

One moment, I'll be right back.

♪

(vocalist singing)

(guests chattering)

Betrayal.

By whom?

Isn't it obvious?

The Major?

- (vocalist singing) - General:
How dare she humiliate her father

in front of all our people?

And how dare the Major permit
her to whore herself out on stage?

I wouldn't be suffering
this humiliation

if you had just done
your fucking job already.

I thought I should be generous

and let him celebrate
his mother's 80th.

"Generous"?

You think you're in a position

to grant such generosity?

Crapulent Major: Wow.
Thank you. Thank you. Wow.

Okay, um, could
everyone please, uh,

find their assigned seats?

Oh, um...

- Lana. - Not the schoolgirl
you once knew, hm?

Well, uh, congrats.

Looks like today's
also your graduation

from living as, uh,
"someone's daughter."

And you?

You graduated from
"someone's aide-de-camp"?

- (chuckles)
- I hope so.

Sofia Mori:
You have a wonderful voice.

Thank you.

Uh, this is the
General's daughter.

I mean, Lana, and,
uh, this is my boss.

I mean, my girlfriend,
Ms. Mori.

Sofia.

Come on, let's have a drink.

It's a party, isn't it?

I'll come with you.
What are you having?

- Margarita?
- Uh, sure, if you can find one.

(guests chattering)

- Sonny.
- Sofia.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (laughter)

(Crapulent Major speaking)

A Green Beret who served
alongside us for four years

and who still fights
for our people today

in the halls
of the U.S. Congress.

Please welcome our friend,
Congressman Ned Godwin!

(guests cheering)

Holy shit.
Napalm Ned himself.

(guests chattering)

(applause)

Thank you.
Thank you, Major.

(softly) Did I interrupt
your introduction?

I apologize.

Just take a look
at the card there.

Oh. Uh, welcome,
Congressman.

Your commitment to our people

is as clear as the
scars on your hand.

Whoa.
This old thing?

These wounds are nothing
compared to the scars

inflicted on your homeland.

It is a true honor to be here
with you today to celebrate

the longevity of this
wonderful Vietnamese lady.

And please accept this gift
as a symbol of the fellowship

- between our two countries.
- (guests murmuring)

You know, when I was
fighting the Viet Cong,

this handcrafted American blade

was the best ally I had.

It saved my lily-white
ass more than once.

It's bad luck to gift
a Vietnamese person a knife.

They sever relationships.

- What a dickwad.
- (camera clicks)

Congressman Ned Godwin: This is a,
this is a gift. Hold this right here.

You know, looking out
at your proud faces today,

it reminds me of
something dear to my heart.

The great promise of America.

The promise
of the American Dream.

The promise that America is the
land of freedom and independence,

land of heroes
who will not relent

in the cause of helping our
friends and smiting our foes.

One day, America
will stand tall again,

and it will do so because of
courageous immigrants like you.

And on that day, in gratitude,
America will hear your plea.

America will offer
its assistance.

And on that day, General Trong,

who fought bravely at my side
in the Northern Highlands.

Listen well, the land you have
lost will once again be yours.

(baby crying)

(speaking Vietnamese)

- (all chanting "Long Live Vietnam!")
- Communism never wins.

Capitalism will triumph.

- (chanting)
- (camera clicking)

(band playing
South Vietnamese Anthem)

(exclaims)

(chanting)

- Ned: America! Vietnam! America! Vietnam!
- (vocalist singing)

♪

(song stops)

Machine gunnist, hey.
Cheers.

Inspiring words, Ned.

Well, they have the added
benefit of being true.

And the generous gift
of your personal knife.

Oh, no, no, no, that's just
a, a... It's a good replica.

(General, Ned chuckle)

Congressman,

this is the young man
I was telling you about.

He's my Chief of Communications.

As you can see,
he is of mixed race.

Oh, yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(fussing)

Crapulent Major:
Let me introduce my twins.

Spinach, because of that
American "Popeye" cartoon.

Popeye eats spinach
and become all-powerful.

- Uh-huh. - And then, Broccoli
just come naturally.

Strength and health!

- (babies fussing)
- This country isn't for the weak.

(guests laughing, chattering)

Your business, let me in.

Crapulent Major's Wife:
They are cute, right?

(indistinct chatter)

Why?

(scoffs)

You know what was funny
about the speech back there?

I have a feeling
you're about to tell me.

Mm. Freedom
and independence, democracy.

That's similar to the slogan
the Communist Party uses.

A slogan is an empty suit.

Anyone can wear it.

Hey, I like that.
Mind if I use it?

(indistinct chatter)

Your friend, he's interesting.

He seems proud to flirt
with the graffiti underground.

- He's not my friend.
- Photographer: Okay, everybody here?

(chatter, laughter)

(light piano music playing)

Can someone turn
that mirror ball off?

(Crapulent Major speaking)

(laughter)

Spinach, Broccoli. Cheese!

- Photographer: Smile.
- Guests: Cheese!

(camera clicks)

Crapulent Major:
The Americans showered our people

with the American candy.

They got us hooked on the stuff.

Captain: So, you box
up the expired candy,

and then that guy
ships them to...?

Hong Kong.
And our guy in Kowloon

disguises the packages

as the North Korean-donated
school supplies.

- Right. - Then, he ships
them on to Saigon.

No one is going to touch
the donated school supplies

from a fellow socialist ally.

Oh, you should put one of
these on your bumper, too.

- Thanks.
- Hey.

Look at us! A pair
of real Americans!

- (chuckles) - And next weekend,
we are gonna celebrate

our first Independence
Day in America.

I heard it's a real party.

And this year,
even bigger because

it's one year before
the Bicentennial.

There will be no sky,
just fireworks!

- (suspicious music playing)
- Fireworks.

A Chinese invention, of course.

(fireworks booming)

(light, tense music plays)

(Bon speaking Vietnamese)

(sighs)

(fireworks booming)

(sighs)

(fireworks booming)

(vehicle approaches)

(tense music playing)

♪

Major.

Hey!

Ahh, that funky smell.

(sniffs)
Thank you.

Is it Halloween or something,

like, wearing costume
and handing out treats?

You look like you're
full white now!

♪

That way.

♪

Crapulent Major: Has
my business made the General angry?

♪

Tell him I'll cut
him in. 50/50.

I told you not to turn around.

When?

40/60.
Okay, like, 20/70.

The remaining 10 goes to you.

- Turn around.
- You said don't turn around.

♪

Just do what I say,
for fuck's sake!

♪

(fireworks booming)

- (fireworks stop)
- (music stops)

(dog barking)

(siren wailing)

Fireworks are over.

- (grunts)
- (gunshot)

(suspenseful music playing)

(panting)

(grunts)

- (ambient street noise)
- (groaning)

(yells)

♪

(groaning)

(vehicle passes)

♪

(grunting, groaning)

♪

(groaning)

♪

(firecracker sizzling)

- (crackling)
- (gunshots)

♪

♪

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

(music fades out)

(ringback tone)

(TV playing)

General (over phone):
Hello?

It's done.

General:
Good.

Can you write a eulogy for me?

Uh, sir?

General: They'll be
holding a funeral soon,

and I have a feeling

that they'll ask me
to give a eulogy.

I mean, who else?

- Try it.
- (sighs)

Just like the good old days.

- Good night.
- (hangs up)

(dial tone)

(classical music playing on TV)

♪

(fireworks booming on TV)

("The Star-Spangled Banner"
playing on TV)

♪

(indistinct chatter)

Commandant:
Ah!

(country music plays,
pauses, rewinds)

Allow me to introduce
our wiliest adversary.

You heard about the dual-bomb
attacks in Bình Duong? Yeah?

They used a modified wristwatch
as the triggering device?

You're talkin' about
a double detonation kill

and then a second
kill on the rescuers?

You mean "The Watchman"?

Well, that was his country
nickname when he was a solo act.

But now he's
the leader of a band,

churning out hits
with such perfect timing,

we know he has an inside ear.

Certainly not how
I imagined him.

Yep, we played over
100 different songs

to see which spiked
his adrenaline.

As a consequence, we've
been blaring this particular ditty

for the past five days nonstop.

Now, funny thing, these Commies,

they'd rather listen to a
wet fart than country music.

- (turns up volume)
- But he hasn't said a word.

We made affairs
mighty miserable for him,

but he won't budge.

That's why you're here.
Get in there, do somethin'.

(door opens)

You'll need to be
creative to crack him.

(door closes)

Watchman: Ha!
Come dance with me... huh?

("I've Got a Happy Heart"
by Susan Raye playing in cell)

♪ I've got a happy heart ♪

♪ And feel like
I could almost fly ♪

♪ I think if someone
shot me ♪

♪ That I wouldn't even die ♪

♪ Just find someone
to live for and to love... ♪

(Claude turns off song)

You know, that song is too cruel

for someone innocent
until proven guilty?

Hey, you Yankees in there!

You hear that bullshit?

(laughing)

We yellow-faces are guilty
until proven innocent.

Otherwise, why would your people
shoot us first and ask questions later?

You Americans believe that
we yellow-faces are evil

from the time we are formed
in our mothers' wombs.

We spring out
as fully formed VC.

Obviously, I can't
authorize your release,

but I can certainly make
your stay here more hospitable.

Play you a communist
revolutionary song.

Get you a parrot to talk to.

Some bougainvillea, maybe.

- Birds.
- Hm.

- Flowers.
- Hm.

Fuck off.

Those CIA butchers out there?

They have a torture manual.

- Do we? - Captain: It's as intricate
and precise as one of those

fine Swiss watches
ya like so much.

Everyone talks eventually.

Now...

we know you've placed moles...

within our ranks.

Hm?

(tense music playing)

And you're going
to give them up.

Why put it off?

Why wait until the
Americans have electrocuted

your balls with
a thousand volts?

You know the CIA's nickname

for a prisoner's penis

that's been through
that process?

"The electric eel."

(laughs)

You're going to pray for death

while it's happening.

And you'll have
betrayed every comrade

and everything you
once believed in,

and you'll still be alive.

You'll feel so guilty...

♪

that you'll pray for death
all over again.

(music fades out)

(footsteps approach)

(Captain sighs)

I know what I want.

If you grant me this request...

I'll tell you what
you want to hear.

Yes.

The food here...

well...

frankly...

it's fucking terrible.
(chuckles)

(laughs)

So, I just want some boiled
eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

Hard-boiled eggs.

(footsteps approach)

Would...

three be enough?

(eggshell crackling)

(Watchman choking)

(tense, panicky music playing)

- Isn't this the part where you
get a medic? - Oh, yeah.

Don't just do
somethin', stand there!

Come on!

♪

(grunting)

- (choking)
- Captain: I think it's too late.

- (grunting)
- Claude: Let's go.

♪

Let's go!
Let's go!

- (music stops)
- (Captain breathing heavily)

Captain:
We lost him.

Ugh, crafty bugger.

He knew if he peeled it,

it'd be too smooth
to stick in his throat.

Hm.

What?

Oh, it's not dirty.
Oh, no, the, the shell

provides a perfectly
hygienic seal.

(Commandant speaking)

(outside chatter)

(light, tense music playing)

(can rattles)

(wind blowing)

♪

(music intensifies)

Captain: Can a question
also double as an order?

Even if it can,

it holds no power
after the deed is done.

I laughed a long time when
I read the message from Man

because that's
the exact question

I'd asked myself
a thousand times.

Only difference was that mine
was now in the past tense.

Was it necessary?

(baby crying)

(ice cream truck music playing)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (birds cawing)

Should I drive you home, sir?

You see that hump
in the tree over there?

That bird's nest-looking thing?

Did you know that that
hump is chock-full of rats?

It's a rat's nest.

Fuck!

I fuckin' hate rats!

It pretends to be clean,
but this city is filthy.

Claude:
"Love it or leave it!"

It's clever.

Racially motivated crime

on the Fourth of July,
very clever.

But you know what, my friend?

You are a bit twisted.

Well, everything twisted
about me, I learned from you.

- (bell tolling)
- (ambient nature sounds)

You got the right guy.

We found a letter

in one of his candy boxes.

The cipher was so rudimentary,

our boys at Langley
cracked it in about 20 minutes.

And what'd the message say?

He was on to you.

Here ya go.

How do you know "him" means me?

Well, remember
at the liquor store

we told you how someone
pegged you for a spy?

Guess who?

(both laughing)

What a fool. He pegged
the guy we trust most.

Welcome to the world
of spycraft!

(suspicious music playing)

One more round, then we're good.

♪

(both laughing)

Claude:
Ridiculous, right?

(music stops)

(engine starts)

("Doing It To Death" by Fred Wesley
and the J.B.'s plays in car)

Who is this?
I like it.

Give it a shot.

♪ We're gonna have
a funky good time ♪

That's the J.B.'s.

My protégé, you're coming along

very nicely, very nicely.

- Thanks, Claude.
- Yep.

So where are we going?

On to the next harbor
on your voyage.

- (engine roars)
- It's just begun.

- (siren wailing) - Uh, you can't
just work for the General forever.

It's time for
a bigger assignment.

- Marco, table one. Yeah?
- Yes, right this way.

This is the natural habitat

of the most dangerous
creature on Earth,

a white man in a suit and tie.

Welcome to the steakhouse,

the quintessential
American institution.

But your job today is to be
quintessentially Vietnamese.

- (light piano music playing in steakhouse)
- (laughter)

Waiter:
Here you go, sir.

Uh, it turns out the professor
inspired our friend's next project.

Actually, he read an article
of mine in "The New Republic."

It was about the first
forays of the Green Berets

- into the Highlands and
he's latched onto it... - Yeah.

Professor Hammer: They say
imitation is the highest form of flattery.

I wouldn't mind
a bit of compensation...

But then he comes on strong,
makin' all kinds of demands

about hardware that
I can provide, you know,

'cause of my relationship
with the National Guard.

Trucks, tanks...

- Who does he mean by "he"?
- Speaker: Thank God I'm here.

- How's everyone doin'?
- Marco: Right this way.

- Fashionably late, huh?
- Thanks. All is good, I trust?

Our sacred Allied Force.

So, you're my Vietnamese guy?

- Uhh, excuse me, who are you?
- Speaker: Really?

- First words out of his mouth?
- Ned: You don't know who he is?

(softly)
It's Nicos Damianos.

You never heard
of the, "The Combination"?

And "The Combination 2."

Oh, uh, sure.

You don't know...
He-he knows the movies,

- just-just not your face, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, but, for starters,
have you seen the movies?

The first?
About, uh, a quarter?

- (whistles) - So, you got
bored, you walked out,

what, you thought
it was garbage?

- What are ya, a critic?
- Air raid warning.

Evacuated the cinema.
I liked what I saw, though,

so don't tell me the ending.

(patrons chattering)

Look at him guzzlin'. Hammer's
gettin' hammered over here.

- Take it easy, buddy.
- Nicos Damianos: Despite my best judgment,

I like this kid.

He's plucky.
Are you plucky, kid?

- Oh, he is wildly plucky.
- How deep does it go?

- The pluckiness?
- No, your blood. How deep?

'Cause what I'm lookin'
for is 100% "gook."

You know, and you look,
pardon my French,

a tad diluted.

- (chuckles)
- (scoffs)

(sighs)

(tense jazzy music playing)

- (laughing) - Oh, wow.
Dinner and a show. Well, uh...

- (laughing)
- (exhales)

- Captain, we were hopin' you'd help us.
- By helping his new movie.

Claude: To ensure
its cultural integrity.

- Yeah, yeah. What he said.
- To act as an interpreter of sorts.

A mediator between
the two worlds,

Oriental and Occidental.

The General speaks so highly
of you, Captain, you know,

a half-and-half who will give
100% to do whatever is necessary.

Right now, what seems necessary

is to demand an apology
for the insult I just received.

Cool your jets, kid.
There's no apology comin',

but I am gonna give you the
opportunity of your fuckin' life.

(stammers)
I'll take an opportunity

over an apology
eight days a week.

Doesn't sound like
such a bad deal.

Looks like we just
sealed the deal there.

♪

- (Captain sighs)
- Come on. Calm down.

Cheers.

Start with a test drive.

Is there at least a
script I could read first?

♪

Nico: But don't
start readin' it now.

You won't be able
to put it down.

I'm tellin' you, it's genius.

Hey, gents, who feels
like somethin' sweet?

- Club Room?
- Oh, right.

- Yeah, yeah. Okay.
- Never a bad idea.

(playing light piano melody)

(sings)
♪ You and me against the world ♪

♪ Sometimes it feels like
you and me against the world ♪

♪ When all the others
turn their backs and walk away ♪

♪ You can count
on me to stay ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ Remember when
the circus came to town ♪

Nicos: Oh, dude.

That's no way to treat a lady.

Come here,
sweetheart, we got you.

Didn't you learn any finesse
from your French father?

He was French wasn't, he?

Welcome aboard.

(Claude singing)

Claude: ♪ ...you and
me against the world ♪

♪ Sometimes it feels
like you and me... ♪

Captain: Three lines
into "The Hamlet"

and I was back
in my hamlet as a boy.

I could hear the bamboo
rustling in the wind.

And I was home.

(children chattering)

♪

♪

Claude (singing):
♪ And when one of us is gone ♪

- (fireworks booming)
- (gunshots)

♪ One of us is
left to carry on ♪

♪ Then remembering
will have to do ♪

- ♪ Our memories alone will get us through ♪
- And cut, print, perfect.

Reset, rolling... action.

- (howls)
- ♪ ...the days of me and you ♪

- Crapulent Major: Love it or leave it.
- ♪ You and me against ♪

♪ The world ♪

♪ Doo-doo, doo,
doo-doo, yeah, yeah ♪

(ominous music playing)

♪

♪

♪

♪

(music fades out)