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Come on, you love. Time is money. We ain't got all day here.

Excuse me. Do you know where I might be able to find my brother, Rick Simon?

Your boat's leave over on Pier 91.

Come on, gook. What are you waiting for, Christmas?

Hey, you watch your mouth, Marty.

We lost a chiller coming in. We got to get this fin off or it's going to be

garbage in an hour.

Oi, there. AJ.

Well, shiver my timbers. Shiver didn't the old man.

Hey, landlubber, just spent one of the best weeks of my life.

Sea, sky, wind.

Fish. The smell of fish.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.

Lang Van.

A fellow with a sensitive nose. My brother, AJ.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

How was fishing?

Oh, it went well.

Even when Rick got sick.

Hey,

Jay. Good to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Lang, let's get these fish offloaded.

Lang?

Out of the way. We're offloaded.

This is coming in from Ford Rag and Don.

Our whole fleet arrived at once. We need this to deposit our cash.

Look, you got your own cannery, so use it.

My freedom.

Mama, join us.

I found you.

Something about the sexual practices of John's ancestors.

Just stay still.

That's it.

Hello, Simon.

John.

Hi.

Oh, these are the Simons, Rick and AJ.

They're friends. They helped save Lang today.

I only just met your brother.

He didn't deserve this.

How's he doing?

Well, they broke his jaw and three ribs.

Doctors don't know if there are any internal injuries yet.

I'm sorry about this. It was a stupid fight.

Lang tried to break it up, tried to explain to them why they couldn't

It was no accident.

He was beaten because he dared to work for you, John.

No.

No, no, these guys were very angry. I mean, it could have happened to any one

us. It was gung -ho.

What's that mean?

It's Vietnamese for tiger.

You take it easy there, sailor. You hit some rough seas back there. Don't try to

talk, Lang.

You know, for a guy who just got the stuffing kicked out of him, you look

really... Bloody awful.

Bloody awful.

Come on, I don't think we ought to make him laugh.

Tell you what, when you get out of the hospital, we're going to teach you a

old American custom called ducking.

Yeah, in the meantime, you try to get some shut -eye, you hear?

Ho -Sung, if there's anything I can do, you call.

Thank you.

Same goes for us.

It was nice meeting you.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

So when bounding main tuna went belly up, Marty and me and a couple other old

salts got to yapping, and we figured we could hang together or hang separately.

So we mortgaged everything we had to the hill.

And bought our own cannery. Well, an American dream.

Yeah, it was great for a while. You know, shared profits, very democratic,

everybody working for themselves.

Then it got to be one damn disaster after another.

Such as?

Well, things like the main blast freezer at the cannery going out without

warning and the whole fleet losing a day's catch.

Or Jake Stenstrom's boat catching fire at the pier last month. No, it's

today.

Do you think there's anything to what Langvon's sister was saying? You know,

that his people resent him working for an American?

Well, maybe.

Maybe we're just jinxed.

I don't believe in jinxes.

Well, what do you mean?

He means that maybe you're being deliberately sabotaged.

Who is Gong Ho?

The tiger?

Some of us believe he's a myth, a boogeyman invented by the Viet gangs to

the socks off their own people. You know, make them easier to exploit.

You think it's worth a look?

I'm available.

Now, only if we make it official. No, no, no, no. Oh, now, come on, now. Not

money, Rick. This is a co -op. Besides, it's about time we had some hired help.

I mean, look at it this way. It's seven -card stud poker.

The pot's full, and we don't even have a pair showing.

I'd rather cover it. Well, leave me some car fare.

Thank you.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Please have some refreshment. Thank you.

John.

Rick. You okay?

You know, it's funny.

Just when you think things have gotten about as bad as they can get.

It wasn't enough that Ho -Sung lost her whole family in the war except for Lang.

Now this.

Poor Donald dies of a heart attack in a hospital.

Ain't life grand.

Thank you for coming. It's very kind of you.

There's nothing to say at a time like this.

I do wish we could turn back the clock. Nobody suspected that the beating was

that severe.

The blind didn't die of the beating.

Yes, that was what the doctor said.

The doctors are wrong.

They don't...

Horsham,

I'm deeply saddened.

Aren't we all?

And Van was your brother, but he was like my brother, too.

These are difficult times for you.

I don't want your money.

Soon, what's passed between us is over.

Can't we begin again, like new people?

Get out of my house.

Jen? Rick Simon?

You old fox.

I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.

My good friend.

Empty. Fade to Mars.

Waiter.

French is as bad as your Vietnamese.

It's still better than your English.

Indubitably.

Yes, sir.

On out.

Don Renard, 1946.

Show off.

So, I tried to reach you from the internment camp. I needed an American

to get out.

I still can't believe they sent you to that place.

After all, you...

War hero, and they treat you like a... refugee.

So how do they treat you and your comrades?

Touché.

Sherman was right.

War is hell, but... I'll tell you, it was the peace that nearly did me in.

Just after I got back from Nam, I...

Started looking around at life back home, and I... I knew I

wasn't ready for it.

So I went to the nearest second -hand hog farm and bought myself a chopped

knucklehead Harley, and I was gone.

Down every empty two -lane I could find.

Aimpoint Blanket.

Nowhere.

You couldn't find me, Chen. Hell, you weren't the only one, man.

You could hide.

Ah, here we go.

Shortest president.

Oh.

No, I don't play that. Come on, come on, come on. Shortest president.

James Smith.

Tallest. Abe Lincoln.

Rick, don't. Hey, come on. Kept us sane, didn't it?

That time I burned the leech off your thigh, I had you stumped. I'm the only

president ever to die of chronic diarrhea.

It's the only anesthetic we had.

I say things have changed.

I won't drink to that.

Come on.

Let me show you something. Ah.

After I pay for the check, I insist.

You can't. Why not? I own the place.

Get out of town.

No, wait. How many trawlers? It's long, but two orange right up.

And your own cannery. Yeah.

Rick, I'd like you to meet Tron Love.

Tron is my strong right arm.

He was in the South Vietnamese Air Force.

Black Dragon? Whoa.

A number of my staff were.

Ah, nice to meet you.

My dragons. I've got one bad outfit.

Fighter is the best. And now we do a fighting on the battlefields of

I'm headquartered in L .A., but I keep something special here.

Come here.

What

do

you think?

Wow.

is impressive.

Where did you get all that stuff?

I started with my GIM -16 and just kept going.

It's been years since I've seen some of the stuff.

Some of it I've never seen.

I own pieces from all over the world, from all different times.

The ones I care about are the ones that matter to me.

The ones we used in our war.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You want to forget, but... You want to remember.

Yes, I do want to remember.

Most people don't understand.

But I knew you would, Rick.

I've thought of you many times.

The world is crumbling around us.

But there were those of us who believed in what we were doing.

There was a certain nobility.

Surprised to see you. I'm glad.

Surprise.

Oh, my brother's things.

Come over here for a second.

You look as if you're still in that sort of sleepwalker stage.

No, you're a very insightful man.

No.

No, I've been there.

I say at times like this, it's best to lose yourself in your work, so I guess

I'll have to test that theory.

Big John says that you write for one of the Vietnamese newspapers?

Yes.

So let me ask you a journalist question.

Why are you here?

Well, I'm a private investigator.

And John hired my brother and me to investigate any possible sabotage

the co -op.

Does that include my brother's death?

If it does, I promise you'll be the first to know.

Why are you so sure that it was more than what the doctors say it was?

Because... I don't know what I've been saying the last few days.

I don't buy that.

Come on. Talk to me.

Con Ho, tell me about it.

Look, you're the investigator.

I hope you're a good one.

What are you doing on my boat?

John Yelovich hired me.

Hired you for what?

To check out any possible sabotage against the co -op.

You don't believe me going in there and calling.

And while you're at it, you can tell me there's nothing wrong with this chiller.

It's been hot -wired.

Make it look as if it was broken when it isn't.

Damn it, I told him. That freaking gook.

You talking about Lang Van?

You bet I am. He was one of those Viet gangs. I don't care what John says. Once

a thug, always a thug.

and he got just what was coming to him is what I say.

My family and I owe you everything, Gong Ho.

I am fisherman. I'm not soldier or fighter.

I long for the days when my life was simple, honest.

Simple and honest.

You think it's possible here?

Simple and honest.

And hungry and poor and defeated and licking the boots of...

Times have changed, Kwon.

We were all simple and honest once.

You and I have suffered through much together, but I believe you're taking a

great step backwards.

If you are right, then I will live with my mistake, but I will sleep at night.

Your request is granted. Go.

How am I to maintain discipline in your ranks?

They will think you have become weak.

Sentimental. Is that what you think?

I think you're gung -ho.

If you still wish to take over the seafarer's cannery, we must move

Marty Randazzo?

Where'd he get that name? A Cagney movie?

You missed your calling, Abby.

Comedy is so impoverished these days.

Yeah, well, your dead friend was no angel.

It's a record of two -bit arrests, misdemeanor stuff.

Nothing about gang activity, though, right?

Ah, the Vietnamese community has a code of silence that would put the mafia

omerta to shame.

Their police have been corrupt, time out of mind, and don't trust anything in a

uniform.

Some pretty ugly reprisals down there for people who step out of line.

Yeah, like Lam Van going to work for Big John.

There are no convictions here.

He had himself a high -ticket lawyer.

What?

Come on, this guy isn't rich.

No, but he had a rich friend.

Oh, my God, that's Chin.

You know him?

No, I don't. Rick does. Why?

Let me tell you a dirty little story.

Great pleasure.

You should be sharing it with someone.

Ah, well, I've been a few, but nobody can stand me very long.

What about you?

I happen to sound sooner than your kids.

When Saigon was falling, I just made colonel, so I had my own chopper.

200 French begged me for spots so they could get to the U .S. carrier.

The city was chaos.

I couldn't even find her or my son or my daughter.

This one sad story in a million.

But we go on, right?

Yeah, I guess.

You know, when I saw you with... Well, Swoon the other day, I thought maybe...

Still perceptive, aren't you?

Goes with the job.

You were interned at Pendleton together.

I was grieving.

She had lost everyone in the family except Long Van.

We became very close.

when we were sponsored out.

You mean... So, tell me,

how did the master jungle fighter and the world -class crazy person end up a

private eye?

Well, typical mature intelligent decision on my part.

My brother talked me into it.

Which reminds me, I need your help.

We have a client.

I'm Ben's boss. He thinks there may be some sabotage going on at the Anglo Co

-op.

What did you learn?

Well, my brother found out that somebody may have incited the fight to kill Lang

Van.

It turns out the Vietnamese crews could have offloaded.

No problem.

It's just that somebody didn't want him to know that.

Very astute of your brother.

Well, don't tell him I said this, but he's pretty sharp.

Hey, Rick.

Speak of the devil. Come aboard.

Hey, Rick.

Hello, Adrian.

Good to see you.

Chen?

Well, don't just stand there with your mug hanging out.

What did Abigail say that was so all -fire important?

Don't hold back on Chen's account. I was just picking his brain.

This man could be a big help to us.

Really?

Unfortunately, I can't do so right now.

Rick. Thank you. The feast was marvelous. Hey, come on. You can't leave

sun's not even up. We're not started good here.

Honestly, my day starts early in the fishing business.

Come here. Come on.

AJ.

Well, Mr. Personality, you sure know how to party.

Why don't you sit down?

Remind me to bring over a couple of wet blankets next time you have a hot date

or an old buddy in town.

Rick, please shut up.

All right, what is it?

Your dear and good friend, Mr. Chin, is not quite what he appears.

What is that supposed to mean?

The police have a special file on him.

OCD.

What's the suspicion, Grand Theft Tuna?

Murder.

Extortion.

Bracketeering. Prostitution.

Gambling. Blackmail.

Protection.

Drug trafficking all the way from the border to Santa Barbara. Yes, we are.

He's known as Gong Ho.

The tiger, give me a break.

We're a key at the head, the godfather of the most vicious crime syndicate to

hit this coast in 20 years.

Open that.

You've seen the evidence. It's overwhelming.

It is circumstantial.

Just because Chin has his people too terrified to talk.

Let me ask you a question.

If you saw a file on me and it said I was an axe murderer, would you buy it?

Well, that is how strongly I feel about Chen.

He trained over here, you know.

Chopper school in Alabama.

He was left seat on an S &D we flew over the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

He got hit by a sand.

A pilot bought it.

Chin was able to bring it out of rotor spin, but... But what, Rick?

But the tail section got caught up in the trees.

The tanks blew.

We were the only ones who made it.

We walked out of that jungle together.

Landmines, tiger traps, snipers.

First American fire base we got to, the CO thought he was seeing ghosts.

Been in there for ten days.

Ten whole days.

I can understand your feelings.

The hell you can.

All right, I can't.

I can't understand.

I wasn't in your war, so I will never really know what the two of you went

through together.

But you have quickened it into some kind of sacrosanct event

that only the two of you can understand.

And it is blinding you to the truth of what is happening now.

Is that what you think?

It's what I know.

The war is over, Rick.

The world has not frozen in time. It has changed, and I'm sorry, but so has

Chin.

That man has been through his own personal hell.

But I have got to believe that nobody changes that much.

When we were in that jungle,

We used to play this little game, you know, just to keep our sanity.

Sort of a trivial pursuit of American history.

And this man, this man who was born in a hut on a rice paddy half a world away

would consistently beat the pants off me.

Because he had the ideals, he had the dreams, and he wanted them for his

Here you go, sir.

Thanks, Dixon.

Autopsy report.

Lang Van died of cardiac arrest induced by a massive injection of potassium

chloride. He was murdered, Rick.

You tie that to Chen?

No, but... But nothing.

Now, maybe the reason you can't build a case against him is because there is not

a case there to be built.

Ho -sun said that Gong -ho did it.

And that is one very frightened lady.

Well, just who are you going to believe, her or your own brother?

Hi.

Hello.

I understand you've already spoken to Lieutenant Marsh.

Not exactly. She's already spoken to me.

Okay.

That's why I'm here, because you strike me as a very honest woman.

Look, I don't have to explain my actions to you, so please, would you leave?

Please. No.

When I first saw you at the hospital, I thought, You look like such a courageous

lady. Well, that just goes to show you how wrong first impressions can be.

I was not wrong.

You know the truth.

You're just hiding it.

What business is it of yours anyway?

You were hired to investigate sabotage. I don't know anything about that.

Yes, but you know about Gong Ho.

Hey, Jay, Gong Ho has already cost me too much.

Please stop this.

No one can touch him. Excuse me, in America they can, if they've got the

speak up.

Last year, a Vietnamese editor in L .A. dared to publish an article mildly,

mildly critical of Chin.

Ten days later, the paper's office was firebombed and he was burned to death.

They found his remains tied to an office chair with bailing wire.

Gong Ho made sure he wouldn't get away.

No suspects, no witnesses, nobody said a word.

If you let this man walk all over you, everything that you have come to this

country for will be lost.

This won't be America for you. It'll be some warlord's private kingdom.

And what will your life be about then? What, survival?

Yes.

That would put me ahead of my parents and my four brothers and sisters.

How about that?

All right, I understand.

I want you to understand what I am feeling.

Chin has already cost you your brother.

Right now, I'm scared that he may cost me mine.

Get them out.

Why?

Get them out.

Is what true?

Don't play cool with me, damn it. I want you to tell me, is it true?

Are you gung -ho?

What do you think?

What happened to you, man?

You left too soon to see my country die, deserted by our saviors from the West.

How is that any excuse?

I'm an American, and I don't need excuses unless I lose or get caught.

Perfect little American -made Vietnamese hero.

Your commanders called me up to the light and say, this, this is why we send

out to die.

So you did kill Lang Van.

What?

Come on, don't play dumb with me.

You sabotaged John's boat and then you killed Lang Van to cover your tracks.

Lang died of a heart attack. Don't you lie to me, you bastard!

I cared about you!

You better leave now, Rick.

That jerk doesn't know an albacore from an albatross. Fire his butt.

What, are you crazy coming here? I can't afford to be seen with you. Shut up.

We're moving the timetable up.

We go now.

Hey, I can't just drop everything.

Chin knows Langvang was murdered.

By now, he knows who did it.

We get him down here now.

Look, this ain't our deal. We were just going to let the co -op ripen until it

fell into your head.

We have a new deal, Mr.

Randazzo.

And this isn't Saigon.

Walking away with your tail between your legs is not an option.

Believe me.

We also have a couple of new problems.

AJ, this is Ha Sung.

I've been thinking about what she's saying.

And I'd like to talk to you.

What are you doing here?

Shut up.

No!

You're betraying your partner.

It was you who killed my brother, wasn't it?

I have nothing to do with that.

Take her.

It's A .J. Simon. If you'll leave your name and number, I'll get right back to

you. Are you one I want to eat crow?

Hi, it's me. I just... Just call me when you get this message.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

L .A .J., I'm calling to apologize. I've been walking around at the beach all

day.

You were right. I was wrong about Jen.

About a lot of things, and I... I just want to thank you, I guess, for not

letting me step around it.

I'll talk to you later.

Hello? AJ.

No, it's Rick.

Rick, this is Marty Randazzo down at the co -op. Listen, I know who's been

sabotaging this place.

Well, we think we may know, too.

Yeah, well, what I got will surprise you. You and your brother get down here

right away and meet me at the back of the co -op.

Well, I'm on my way, but A .J.'s not here.

Well, you better find him, because I got something I need to show both of you.

All right. See you later.

You knew it was me.

I'm flattered.

Who are you?

Easy to find.

Even for an old fool like you.

You killed Lang Van. What?

To give me credibility when I tell you I will not hesitate to kill again.

I have hope soon.

Speak to her.

Certainly.

In person.

We have the Seafarer's co -op.

Alone.

You have 20 minutes before she dies.

Arnie!

or did you get real smart and drop that gun?

Breathe.

Drop it.

The other one here.

No.

Aja. Ho Sung is being held here.

Yeah, I know, by Randazzo.

No, by Tran, my man.

He threatened to kill her to get me here.

What's this, palace revolution?

He wants to be Khan Ho?

Yes.

My brother's truck is parked outside, which means he's in here somewhere.

You better pray that nothing's happened to him.

If we're going to save their lives, A .J., we should work together.

Don't expect my help.

All right, now inside, both of you.

I already told you I'm not going to help. Neither am I. Drop it, Rendazzo,

it. Come on, put it down.

Turn around, up against the wall.

Put them on.

Put these on.

I'm glad to see he doesn't quite cover it. Ain't nothing of it.

I don't know how much I hate being cooped up.

You all right?

Yes, now I am.

You were right about Chin.

He killed Lang Dan and he... I didn't kill Lang Dan.

I'm supposed to believe that.

Look out!

Okay, now I believe you.

Not alone, there's one other.

Any good?

There's military training American taxpayers can buy.

Second best.

AJ! Yeah?

You and Jen handle the left flank?

You got it.

They're here. Don't move.

You all right on the other side alone?

Piece of cake.

Ready?

Hey, Kate.

You're welcome.

Anything?

No!

I'll call an ambulance.

You okay?

Yeah, not a scratch.

You just take it easy. You're going to be all right.

You lie as well as you speak Vietnamese.

You saved my life.

Why?

Because once...