All language subtitles for The.Sympathizer.S01E06.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Hey!

"Ma chère tante,

"These men want
their country back.

"But what they need
is to be recognized,

to be remembered, to be
the men they once were."

And you, old friend, what
is it that you need now?

I need... We need to save
our friend, Bon, from us,

from the guns and
swords of our side.

To the Republic,

we will be always true!

Stirring speech, sir.

I've been further
considering our predicament

with this troublesome newsman.

Well, that much is clear, sir.

Perhaps you ought
to brief the men.

Provide them with a cover story.

If that subversive comes fishing

for his leftist propaganda rag,

then our men need
only tell him the truth.

And which truth is that, sir?

That this is a
charitable organization.

- Ah.
- And a legally registered

nonprofit, no less.

"The Benevolent Fraternity

of Former Soldiers of the Army
of the Republic of Vietnam."

W-We are?

- Mm-hmm.
- And what is our charitable cause?

Humanitarian aid for
all the poor Vietnamese

still oppressed by the commies.

It's all legitimate,
on the books.

This is how we receive
tax-deductible donations

from certain generous friends.

Huh. Whoever these friends are,

they must be very
generous indeed.

- Uh, Chinese laundry's next door.
- No, I'm...

Oh, I'll be damned.

Huh... I thought
you got blown up.

You know, of course,
I don't partake myself,

but... I just like to have

somethin' on hand
for my constituents.

What can this humble
representative do for ya?

I was rather wondering what I
could do for you, Congressman.

I was so taken by your
speech at the party,

- I...
- Oh, meant every word, kid.

You know, I'm makin' a long-term
investment in your community.

Sure, you're not voters yet,

but your children,
their children.

So, you see, I've located

great value in you people.

And I value that you value us.

So, whatever I might
do to be of value,

- offer it to the campaign...
- That's a great idea.

I'd be delighted to have
an ethnic on the trail.

Uh, do you have skills
other than being Vietnamese?

Uh... I know when to talk
and I know when to shut up.

Do you know when to play deaf?

That motherfucker
just won't fucking listen.

A touch higher!
Fucking white trash.

Shoot... That is
totally not like me.

I didn't catch what
you said, madam.

- Ned sent you?
- Yes, yes, he did.

Now you must let me guess.

Vietnamese?

Only my better half.

No, no. If there is
one thing I learned,

it's that here in America,
race is all or nothing.

Maria... tell the kids

- to turn off that hippie shit.
- Sí, señora.

I won't allow it in my house.

It's a slippery
slope to socialism.

This music is my life!

Tom Collins? Of course, I
don't usually partake myself.

Uh, please.

Help yourself if you don't mind.

I've got some things
to take care of here.

Donors, donors.

I do my best to memorize
them, but I just can't.

I could whisper
their names for you,

when you're greeting them.

That's how I did it for the
General back in Saigon.

I can be very discreet.

Mm, no can do.

Ned says I'm not to
show this to anyone.

- Of course.
- I simply can't wrap my head around

what politicians can and cannot
do with their money in this country.

What in Cuba we
called electioneering,

here you call election fraud.

Well, at least our
restrictive campaign laws

can't prevent civically-minded
individuals like yourselves

from donating to a worthy cause.

Oh, you're speaking of your
General's Benevolent Fraternity?

So you know.

Ned said it's all in the books.

What, what kinda books?

You know what kind.

Huh.

Ah, fuck it. Just a tipple.

I'm with company, after all.

So, what were we talking about?

What's gotten into you, coming here
wasted when the sun's still up, hm?

Ah, it's almost down.
And who says I'm wasted?

Right there.

You can see his pad from here.

- Huh.
- You fantasized about killing Nicos, didn't you?

- Admit it.
- Mm.

What about now?

Hey, we all fantasize
about killing people.

Just as a passing thought.

Like... "Oh, what if I...

ran over that
asshole with my car?"

Or at least we fantasize

what it'd be like if
someone were dead.

Sure, like some motherfucker
who'd write me off as a bastard

and steal my girlfriend.

Sounds like you got
someone specific in mind.

Come on, you bought that?

It sounds pretty specific.

So, when do they
give you the Pulitzer?

Did the General send
you to shake me down?

Why don't we go
outside and talk?

Sorry, can't. I just
placed an order.

Well, have it to-go.
We can talk in the car.

Chaps sitting at
the table next to me

were just remarking that
you need to have pho in situ,

at the restaurant,
to truly appreciate it.

Oh, apparently, it's not the
same out on the training grounds.

Actually, I just
wanted to offer you

some constructive criticism...

- Oh.
- As an invested reader.

You never could keep your
literary opinions to yourself.

Well, spit it out. No
one here speaks English.

If I were you, I'd
trace the money.

Why are we surprised?

This is the Vietnamese
joint, after all.

Mm-hmm.

Your soup should
be here any minute.

Time doesn't matter to her.

- Not when it comes to cigarettes.
- Mm.

Let's go outside.

Uh, wait, wh... What is this?

If you don't return

by the time I'm
down to the butt,

I am coming to
rescue you, darling.

No, no, it's just...
It's men's business.

- Be right back.
- Uh-huh-huh.

Is it safe here?

What if one of the
General's men sees us?

Officially, I'm questioning
who your informant is.

Oh, that's a good,
that's a good cover.

You could be a spy.

Why'd you tip me off?

You're the General's man.

'Cause we've got
something in common.

What's Sofia got
to do with this?

No, leave her
the fuck outta this.

I'm trying to say
that we don't want

any more of our
people to die for nothing.

You said to follow the money.

- Is there a paper trail?
- I can try to get you one.

Get one, by any means necessary.

I've got a friend
at the LA Times.

I can make sure everyone
in America reads this story.

Is he looking?

Oh shit, he's right behind us.

Don't forget we need enough time

to shape them
into soldiers again!

Oh, thank you for
getting me up to speed!

You forget yourself, General.

Here's how this
relationship works.

For future reference,
I say, "Eat shit,"

you grab a goddamn
fork and knife.

This fuckin' reporter's
changed everything.

Our investors are freaking out.

Get a grip on
yourself. Fucking jagoff.

- Don't come back here.
- I remember.

- I remember your stupid faces.
- Easy, man. Easy.

Motherfucker!

What's goin' on in here?

You put him on
recon detail, huh?!

This fucking idiot?!

Get the car.

Where are we going, sir?

Drive. Don't talk.

You think Sonny's a threat?

- Potentially.
- He makes our investors nervous.

I'll leave it in your hands.

Strip.

- Sir?
- I said strip.

It's good for arthritis,
skin infections,

sore muscles.

Not to mention
blood circulation.

Ugh, it smells.

- Oh, the sulfur.
- Mm.

Tend to smell like rotten eggs.

Breathe it in.

It's good for you.

- You're wondering how I lost them.
- No, sir.

I never told you the story
of how I made it through

nine months in the
communist prison camp, did I?

- No, sir?
- Well, no need for graphic details.

Suffice to say, it
was not all at once.

The pinky toe, it was infected.

I had bad boots.

And the next one

were electrocuted under torture

until all the nerves were dead.

And the rats snapped 'em off.

Just for somethin' to chew.

- Oh, is it my toes?
- Mm.

- The smell?
- Mm-mm.

It's a sin to waste
food... Swallow it.

Well done, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

The cold, the vermin,
that was nothing.

I knew that whatever
I lost in there,

I had to get out of that
camp with my mind intact.

For her... My little girl.

I lost everything
to this country.

America, they eat your heart,

then complain about indigestion.

And now they have Lana too.

But I'll get her back.

I'll get everything back.

- Put me on the mission too.
- No.

No, out of the question.

You'd be more useful here

working with me

on the planning and logistics.

I need you, my boy.

You are the only
one I can trust.

Please, sir. Bon's
lost so much already.

He made his choice.

A choice only granted to someone
who has lost so much already.

Don't stand in his path.

"Bon volunteered
to join the mission.

"I beg your leave to
end my mission here

and return to Vietnam."

So, you think you can save Bon?

And what makes you think that?

There must be
some consideration.

Some clemency?

In the event that we're
captured, can't I defend him?

Can you? Why?

Because I'm a hero
of the revolution.

I infiltrated the enemy.

I worked in their
ranks for three years,

enduring risks untold.

The danger of being
exposed? That was nothing.

No, the real danger
was the contamination

of one's mind with capitalism,

with Western culture.

The rank and file
of the foot soldiers?

They never had
to worry about that.

All they had to do was stoke
their hatred of the enemy.

They never feared
they might become them.

- Brother...
- No! We win the war, what do I get in return?

Banishment to America.

But I did what you asked of me.

I was tasked to serve
under a pathetic clown.

I even killed for him.
No, for our cause.

Or was it the General's
cause? Or Claude's? Or yours?

- I don't even know anymore.
- You think you'd be better off if you come here?

Think carefully, my friend.

What happens to a mole that
has lived too long in darkness

when it is suddenly
thrust into the sun?

It is blinded.

No. You are better
suited to the underworld

that goes by the name America.

You belong there.
You're American.

Admit it.

Yeah, did ya get that?

Alright, we got that. Good one.

- Thank you, brothers. Thank you for your support.
- Of course.

Part of the problem
is simply discursive.

We let those unwashed hippies

and the Negroes steal the
meaning of the word freedom.

Sure, yeah, yeah...

What's a fuckin'
gook doin' here?

Basic freedoms.

You know, what I'm sayin' is,

ignorance is not a sin.

They can't sympathize
with the communists

all that much.

I hear they killed quite a
few of them in Vietnam.

Oh, Rita, what's the occasion?

Havin' a little, uh,
drinky-poo this afternoon?

Oh, my. I thought
it was seltzer.

My fault. I'll get the seltzer.

- Ooh... There we go.
- Alright.

My God, she is just
a gem of a woman.

Professor?

Ah, the quiet Eurasian.

What brings you into my lair?

Well, I might ask you
the same question.

Well, as you can see,

I've alighted to
greener pastures.

- Huh.
- Our beloved Oriental Studies

has at long last
been slaughtered

upon the altar
of identity politics.

I've been lending the
Congressman my expertise.

Who knew I'd have a
knack for speechwriting?

But I do.

At least there are still
those in public service

who value my insights into the
Oriental Mode of Destruction.

The Oriental Mode
of Destruction?

Still don't understand why

- you're such a fan of that book.
- A fan?

- Yeah.
- I admit,

I've been accused of
intellectual narcissism,

but I don't think I'm
quite that extreme.

Huh?

One can't write

everything one wants

within the inelasticity
of formal scholarship.

- Wh... So then you...
- Oh, and you never surmised as much

with that marvelous
brain of yours?

Robert Hammer. Richard Hedd.

Dick Hedd. Pleasure to meet you.

"If the Orient has one
inexhaustible resource, it is people"?

"Life in the Orient is
plentiful and cheap"?

That Dr. Hedd?

How could you?

Oh, dear...

I had such hopes for you.

But there it is,

bubbling under the
surface, that primeval fury,

that irrepressible
Oriental urge to destroy.

My duality is
difficult to parse.

Not unlike your Hammer and Hedd.

If one side wins, then
the other side must die.

Congressman Ned
Godwin Alright, settle down.

This is comin'
right off the cuff.

- That's right, brother...
- You have such hate for me.

But what was it that
Hesse wrote in "Demian"?

Ah, yes. "If you hate a person,

you hate something in
him that's part of yourself."

Does that resonate?

You know, I admit, I
prepared some remarks,

but we're all military
men here, so, right?

How 'bout I just mix it up

and speak from the
damn heart instead, huh?

I don't need to
make big speeches

about what happened in Nam.

You know, brother,
you know, sister, we lost.

It was a failure,
a failure of will.

A war of obliterations, right?
That's the only kinda war

the Oriental
understands and respects.

Yeah. Nota bene.
Hiroshima. Nagasaki.

But, well, see, we Americans who
respect the sanctity of human life.

We pause before we
annihilate our enemies.

And our Oriental enemies,

they read this
reluctance as weakness.

Yeah. See, if the
communists in Vietnam

have one inexhaustible
resource, it is people.

Life is plentiful in Vietnam.

Life is cheap to the communists.

The generals who fought
the Japanese in World War II,

you know all too well
the Oriental perspective,

their mode of destruction.

But their voices were
muted in this war.

Just look at Cuba, China,
Russia, and, of course, Vietnam.

The flower that
disguises itself as idealism

is being exposed
for what it really is:

a corrupt, carnivorous
plant of crowny thorns.

Ah!

In the battle of ideologies,

communism will always lose.

We must fight for the rights

that our founders fought
for all those centuries ago.

Come on!

- Dignity, justice.
- Dignity, justice.

- Freedom for all.
- Freedom for all!

We must not rest
until these rights

are possessed by all
peoples of all nations.

All nations!

Yeah!

I thought you went to bed.

W-Would ya like me to take
you to the Congressman?

Please.

He just needs me there

so I can speak Spanish

to the fucking valet.

You also here for a drink?

Congressman told
me to put these in here.

Ned thinks I don't
know his game...

throwing these beautiful
young things at me.

Like that counterbalances him
bedding every blonde with a pulse.

Uh, uh, well, I... Then I
guess the Congressman

doesn't know his wife very well.

I'm sorry?

Well, such a blatant
tactic would never work.

Not on someone as,
uh... astute as you.

Oh.

- Yes.
- Right.

Quite.

Okay.

- Hello?
- I've got the money trail.

Tomorrow. Noon. Where?

My place.

No Sofia?

No Sofia.

- Hey.
- Hey.

The money.

Napalm Ned and the CIA.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Send them to your
contact at the LA Times.

Yeah, right.

And if I were you, I wouldn't
disclose your informant.

You'll get the CIA on your case,

and then it's only
a matter of time

before it reaches
the General's ears.

Sure, uh, the-the scale of
this, well, it's-it's-it's bigger...

a lot bigger.

Uh, a-and, and I-I do try not

to actively invite
assassination.

Listen, uh, we never
did have the talk

we should've had about Sofia.

I apologize for that.

Honestly, Sonny, I
don't care about Sofia.

I'm being a bad host.

Haven't even
offered you a drink.

How 'bout it?

Yeah, sure.

- Hey, can I turn that up?
- Sure.

Draconian measures to
reshape Cambodian society

in accordance with his vision.

Despite public diplomatic
exchanges of solidarity,

- friction simmers beneath the surface...
- Hear that?

Between Cambodia
and its neighbor...

After all the Cambodian
attacks on our border towns,

we're now raiding Cambodia.

You think we had enough of war
that we wouldn't want another one.

I'm sick and tired of
talkin' about politics, Sonny.

You were the one
that turned it up.

That's it. I swear not to
talk any more politics today.

You know, I-I-I confess,
I don't really know

what to talk about
besides politics.

Most people can't
stand it, but Sofia can.

- That's love.
- So you're in love with her?

You weren't in love
with her, were you?

It... You know,
it... I understand.

Losing her,
it-it-it-it-it hurts.

It-It's v... It's very painful.

Even if you didn't love her,
that's human nature, right?

But... try to see it
from my point of view.

It's-It's just that when we
started talking at that poor major's

mother's longevity
party, we couldn't stop.

That's love.

Let me ask you something.

If it's not about Sofia,

why do you hate me so damn much?

Who says I hate you?

Then what? You envy me?

I don't know, Sonny.

Perhaps it's because you seem...

unburdened.

Because you simply picked a side

and then you lived
with the consequences.

- I have something to confess to you.
- So, you do love her.

- Just get it out.
- No, I already told you I'm not here for Sofia.

I asked you before if
you were a communist...

and you said you
wouldn't tell me if you were.

But what if I told you that I...

was a communist?

What's the point of
playing such a game?

It's not a game. I
am a communist.

I've been an agent for
years, for the revolution.

I infiltrated the Secret Police

and sent intelligence
back to Hanoi.

Even now, I report on
reactionary activities

and do everything I
can to undermine them.

In fact, me handing you
these documents now

is part and parcel of my
anti-anti-revolutionary strategy.

You want me to say
I'm a communist too.

- I'm being honest for once.
- Did-Did-Did the General put you up to this?

You two are setting me up

to report on some
concocted CIA conspiracy,

so you can discredit
me and my criticism?

That's what you
Secret Police do, isn't it?

How stupid do you think I am?

What, did you think
you'd suddenly be

attractive to Sofia again

if you said you
were a communist?

I told you, I'm sick and tired

of talking about Sofia.

When? You said
that about politics.

You know, for a long
time, I've worn a mask.

I just needed a chance
to safely take it off

at least once,

even if it's just for a moment.

And since I've taken that
one off, here's another one.

I killed him.

Major Oanh.

With that toy?

That's it? That's it?!

That's all you
have to say to me?!

Request denied.

And our brother?!
You'd just let him die?!

Should I tell him that?

Tell him that "all for one"

was a bunch of bullshit?!

Request denied.

Thank God you picked up.

I am so sorry. Why...

Who could've done
such a horrible thing like...

- We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

Officers, thank you so much.

I, uh...

I said you were here
the day before yesterday

for an afternoon delight.

That should cover
you for a while...

even if it makes
me a two-timing slut.

These cops are not meatheads.

What do you mean?

It won't be too long until
they identify you as a suspect.

A jilted lover
blinded by jealousy?

Is that what you think, too?

Well, then why'd you come
up with an alibi for me?

You don't love me that much.

And even if you did,
you wouldn't kill over it.

Because you're not impulsive.

Uh-huh.

Indeed.

- Indeed.
- Everyone knows

the General is livid at Sonny.

And everyone knows
you're the General's man.

A man who'd commit a
murder at the General's order?

Is that your theory, too?

Then again, why the alibi?

I know.

What?

Sonny told me that the
source who informed him

about the General's
mission was you.

You're a spy.

- I'm not.
- And he told me

that you were planning
on meeting him again...

at his place... the
day before yesterday.

Are you...

thinking of killing me too?

N-No, Sofia.

No.

How did you become this?

Go... Far away.

Sofia.

Ms. Mori.

Is it raining?

I ran here.

- From where?
- Sawtelle.

Are you crazy?

What's goin' on?

Good night. Take care.

I would like to
join the mission.

I feel guilty sitting behind
the safety of a desk.

When an American
has an ulterior motive...

he looks you
straight in the eye.

I guess you have
become fully American.

Flight attendants,
prepare for departure.

Mind if we come along?