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This is the last moment for some time

that I remember with any clarity.

I'll forge ahead, but be forewarned,

there will be lapses.

Cut. Fan-fucking-tastic!

We got that, people. We got it.

Hey! Who is this fucker?

Hey.

Hey.

Sir, there's no smoking in here.

Yes, yes.

How do you feel?

- Yeah.
- Hm.

What a shame.

Sorry, who are you?

Uh, I represent the studio

a-as Violet's just explained.

- Oh.
- Uh, first off,

we want you to know that the studio

will be paying for your stay here.

Nicos sent me in his place.

He couldn't make it,

but he sends his well wishes.

Uh, according to your medical report,

you suffered, uh, smoke inhalation,

uh, bruising, uh, second-degree burns.

But, um, the computerized
tomography scan was clean,

so we're not liable,

but the studio does offer

a flat rate for compensation of...

intangible, nonmedical
injuries, such as your, uh,

as-yet-undefined
psychological disturbance.

Is that supposed to be an apology?

No. No, it's supposed to be $3,000.

A very generous amount.

Of course, we would
love to offer you more,

but frankly, it's difficult to make
a case for compensation,

uh, unless there's tangible loss.

Tangible?

Well, uh, like an eyeball or a toe.

But I have lost something tangible.

- What?
- I-I don't know, I...

I've lost my way, uh...

- Uh-huh.
- I-I don't know who I am anymore, I...

I don't think I can go on like this.

You sound like my ex-wife.

I've lost myself. That's tangible.

- This isn't me.
- Unfortunately,

sense of self is immaterial

- in the eyes of the law.
- Law?

I'm, I'm sorry. Who are you exactly?

- Well, I...
- He's the lawyer for the studio.

They said he might get confused.

He didn't say he was a lawyer.

I don't want your check.

I want an apology from Nicos.

I can certainly try.

And $30,000.

- $5,000.
- If I was only thinking about myself,

then $5,000 would suffice,
but as an Asian, I...

- Familial obligations.
- Exactly.

For you people, family is everything.

I get that. I'm Italian.

$7,000.

And when word gets around
that I've been compensated,

they'll come out of the woodwork.

$50 for an aunt, $100 for an uncle.

So, for their sake,

I can't accept anything
less than... $20,000.

You lose a finger, that's 15 grand.

For $20,000, you'd have
to lose a whole hand.

Or, or a foot.

Or the internal equivalent.

Maybe one vital organ.

Or-or one or two of your
five senses. No, no, no. No.

$10,000. That is the best I can do.

I'm sorry. What was that?

I think I lost my sense of hearing.

$15,000, final offer.

In cash.

And an apology from Nicos.

15,000 bucks.

Plus the world's first apology
from Nicos Damianos.

Not bad for losing your way.

Hey.

Hm?

Hm?

Howdy.

- Huh.
- You look like shit, kid.

Like a morning glory
ravaged by Aphidoidea.

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

And you've just been watching me?

Well, what the fuck else am I gonna do?

Just like you've been doing
for the past 11 years.

You pluck me out of my village

and send me south to school

and watch me, mold me, push me.

Ah, sometimes you need a little push.

I'm sorry. I'm just a
little shell-shocked.

- Literally.
- Ah, give me a break.

Doctor says your burns
have almost healed.

Meaning you want me to suit
up and get back in the game?

The General's been busy.
Let's put it that way.

He hasn't been to visit.

- How is he?
- The General?

Oh, General's fine, generally.

Except that, generally speaking,

he's proving somewhat erratic.

- And you want me to check in?
- No, I want you to check out.

This invalid routine just
plain doesn't suit you.

Wait.

And I hear you've been homesick, hm?

Here you go. Comes with a complimentary
bottle of champagne.

And I hear rumors there might be
some surprises on the program.

So, congrats on your early discharge.

... FantASIA!

... the city of stars.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Wait, I was distracted.

I skipped a whole section.

My mind may have been
damaged, but I assure you,

that when I was released
from the hospital,

I had more pressing things
on my conscience.

I didn't feel guilty for doing
my duty for the cause,

but I felt I could ease
the consequences with a, uh,

redistribution of wealth.

Oh...

Ah.

Uh...

Like I told you,

I have a bad association
with those French...

biscuits.

We have business to discuss.

Our countrymen are starving

for a taste of home.

How much money are you making?

Enough. It will be enough.

Enough for...

Who knows about this?

Everyone in there, I suspect.

Our people keep mistresses

better than they keep secrets.

Do-Do-Do you think that's wise?

I mean, letting this be an open secret?

Ah, people come here
because their soup is spiced

with the excitement that
they're aiding the revolution.

I'm giving them hope.

And is everyone aware of the fact

that this revolution
to reclaim the homeland

is, in fact, a military operation?

No, to them, for now,
it's just a campaign

for awareness and agitation.

Is Claude aware of this?

Claude?

Well, he came by the hospital,

told me I should check in on you.

To spy on me?

Well, he didn't put it like that.

Tell him you won't do
any spying for free.

And if he pays, bring the money to me,

so we can use it to fund my operation.

I'm sure you were disappointed
that I did not visit,

especially when Claude did.

Frankly... I did not because...

Oh!

S-Sir, I told Lana to go home.

I swear, I did not in my...

I'm so sorry, sir.

I offered the compensation

that I received from the studio

to the Major's wife, but she, uh...

she wanted me to donate
to your great cause.

What?

Why would you give that woman the money

you almost paid for with your own life?

Ahh...

you saying you feel sorry for her?

I'm sorry for feeling sorry.

Such a cowardly move.

I always knew you had
that streak of weakness.

But no matter, I'll make
the best use of it.

Your life's ransom has landed

in the right place.

Think your clock's set
to the wrong time.

Off you go then.

I stopped by the hospital...

only to be told you'd
already been discharged.

Fortunately, every Vietnamese
refugee can now be found here.

You stopped by the hospital? W-Why?

Just to pay me a friendly visit?

Why shouldn't I visit
you in the hospital?

Because I was in the
hospital for three weeks

and you didn't visit me.

People in the community...
they've been talkin'.

- Vietnamese people? Gossiping?
- Yeah.

Word is that the General
has been formulating

some kind of ridiculous

secret operation...
to take back Vietnam.

Well, that's news to me.

Don't play dumb.
You're the General's man.

Well, the General's man has been
in the hospital for three weeks.

Besides, even if I did know something,

why would I tell a communist?

- Who said I'm a communist?
- You're not a communist?

I only ask because I'm writing a story.

Is the General cooking something up?

Well, if he was, I'm sure
you're the last person

- he'd ever tell.
- He's giving these men false hope.

Setting the clock to Saigon time,

what a pathetic gesture.

The war's over.

It's done. There's
nothing left to reclaim.

Even the Americans couldn't
defeat the communists.

Wars never really die.
They just hold their breath.

Wow.

I'm not your enemy.

Wish you could see that.

Sonny, I've never
considered you my enemy.

Why would you...

Ladies and gentlemen...
I am pleased to announce

we have a special guest
in the house today.

It's your first time, right?

He's very special to me,

but I suspect the rest
of you feel the same.

A kind, generous guy

who's experienced
discrimination like all of us,

but has endured it
with grace and dignity.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Jamie Johnson!

Yeah, come on.

Forgive me, Que-Linh
has been teaching me,

but, uh, I know my Vietnamese
is still terrible.

Probably 'cause I have such

a distractingly beautiful teacher.

Hopefully one day, I'll be able to
sing you a song in Vietnamese,

but until then, I hope
this will suffice.

♪ Every night together ♪

♪ Now, just me alone ♪

♪ When we're happy, the moon's bright ♪

♪ Sadness makes it dark ♪

♪ See the city of stars ♪

♪ So many memories we've made ♪

♪ Love in the heart of the city ♪

♪ It's gone, I'm sad to say ♪

- ♪ See the city of... ♪
- Wow.

♪ So many memories we've made ♪

♪ Love in the heart of the city ♪

♪ It's gone ♪

- ♪ I'm sad ♪
- ♪ I'm sad ♪

♪ To say ♪

Lana, uh, look, about the movie, uh...

- I never should've...
- Been responsible

for the most embarrassing
day of my life?

Yeah, yeah, uh...

Well, I think we can agree
you got your comeuppance.

Well, I'm sorry too...

for never visiting you in the hospital.

Let's call it even.

Yeah.

You know, our stint in the movies

made you a grown-up and me a kid.

Monique's "Hamlet" set.

That place, it brought me back

to my childhood village...

to my mother.

I'm sorry.

I needed a stage name so Mom
and Dad couldn't trace me.

Uh, it had nothing
to do with your mother.

I only used it 'cause
it was my character

in my first professional acting job.

Jamie's out front.

You wanna join us for dinner?

Oh, really? What, you want
me around as a third wheel?

Third wheel?

Come on. Me and Jamie?

I'll let you two have your fun.

Uh, someone's expecting me.

I know it's improper
for a dialectic materialist

to set an altar for
the departed, I do...

but I am telling you everything
with full disclosure

so that you can understand
just how fragile

I'd become by this time.

- Mr. Hollywood.
- Oh.

- Why didn't you call?
- That smell.

- Oh, your skin.
- A cactus?

What was that bullshit, huh?

It doesn't care if it's watered or not.

Oh, jeez.

What a surprise, uh.
You could've called.

Relax, Sonny. Our friend has returned,

older and presumably wiser.

I haven't heard from you in half a year.

You can build a skyscraper in less time.

It wasn't six months.

It was five months and one week.

And if you'd visited me in the hospital,

it would've been four
months and two weeks.

So, what kinda skyscraper
could you build

in four months and two weeks, huh?

Hell, you couldn't even build this, uh,

this romper room.

Romper room?

Wow.

Shall we?

- It's my family.
- That's Judith, Sofia's mother.

Here's her brothers, George and
Abe, when they first arrived.

Poor Abe.

Did you say he, uh, died in the war?

No. No, he was imprisoned

with the rest of us in the camp.

Well, it's been 30 years and
the war still consumes my brother,

even though he never fought it.

No, he, he fought it, all right.

No, but just so much
anger and resentment

just for being Japanese.

And the irony is...

- W-W-We don't know for sure.
- No, no, no, but you did find

those gaps in my family
tree. Intentional gaps.

Yeah, yeah. Like her mother
was hiding something.

- Some injustice. That's my hunch.
- Mm-hmm.

We, uh, we wanna go to Japan

to get to the bottom of it.

Oh, this is what happens when you date

- an investigative journalist, huh?
- I guess so.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I mean, back in college,

Sonny was great at getting
to the bottom of things.

He made great speeches, Sofia.

Should've heard him
railing against the war.

Oh, I wish I had.

- I really do.
- Mm, but if you had heard him,

you might've asked yourself
why didn't he go back

and fight for the revolution himself?

So, why are you still here, Sonny?

Why don't you go back and
help rebuild the homeland?

Is it because you're... so
in love with Miss Mori, huh?

Or is it because you're afraid?

Afraid to lose the comfort of America.

His home is here.

No, not this... "romper room".

Not yet, but his home is here in L.A.

His people are here too.

- Refugees like you.
- Refugees like me?

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm his people?

You know who made me a refugee?

Communists like him.

But he's got important
work to do for me?

Okay. And what kinda
work is that, Sonny?

Sofia, he's, he's right.

I came here, like you, to study.

I promised my parents
one day I would come back

and help our country
with my American degree.

I'd, I'd use that knowledge to liberate

our people from the Americans.

I am a coward and a hypocrite...

and you're a better man than me.

I-I don't agree with your politics.

I-I despise 'em, but...

you went back to your homeland
and fought for your cause...

your people... and
for that, I respect you.

I take back what I said before.

You are more Vietnamese than I am.

What am I?

A secretary for some
white man who thinks

"Miss Butterfly" is a compliment.

Do I ever tell him to
"fuck off and go to hell"?

I smile, say nothing,
and type, type away.

I am far worse than you, Sonny.

I respect you.

Looks like your cynical edge

got dulled while I was away, Sofia.

I always had a softer side.

You never stuck around to see it.

Sit.

Seems to be enjoying
its newfound freedom.

- Did you try to kill me?
- Did you try and kill me?

Even if I told you the truth,

you wouldn't believe it.

Don't fuck up my movie.

So, that's why you're here?
Some kinda sick revenge?

I've imagined

- about a thousand ways to kill you.
- Really? Such as?

Landmines. You step on one,
your head rolls off.

I kick it like a soccer ball,

it rolls into a second landmine.

You know, that sorta thing?

Well, I hope you're feelin' better.

I hear you've been
generously compensated.

Not in full.

There's still something owing.

Oh, Christ. That's why you're here.

He wants an apology. Very well.

I am truly, deeply sorry.

No, no, no, no, no.
I want something else.

An apology from you isn't worth shit.

You keep all the Vietnamese
lines in the movie.

Brother, even the studio doesn't tell me

what to do with my final cut.

Do you want my blood on your hands?

Come on, don't even joke about it.

I just need to know
that all those months

away from L.A. weren't all in vain.

Get the fuck over here!

You don't know how fast Dorothy can move

when she puts her mind to it.

Look, I get where you're comin' from...

but it's undermined by the sacred
mystery of the editing process.

I'm tellin' you, one day you love
a shot, ya throw it in, right?

And the next day, it doesn't
work. You rip it out.

Nobody knows what'll be
in the final cut. Not even me.

Hell, we might even lose that

multi-million dollar
explosion for all I know.

So, I'll tell ya what.

I'll try. Honestly, I will try

to keep the Vietnamese
in the movie, for you,

but the thing is, I can't
predict the journey

in my own mind, let alone the movie.

You see, editing...

it isn't about clarifying the story

or hammering home the theme.

It's about rhythm, impulse, sex.

Better yet, jazz.

It's like that alligator.
Primal instinct.

Just talkin' about all this shit
makes me wanna improvise.

I'm like Dizzy.

I'm like Miles.

♪ Go sister, soul sister ♪

- ♪ Hey, tell it ♪
- ♪ Soul sister ♪

♪ Go sister, soul sister ♪

♪ Tell it, tell it, tell it, sister ♪

- ♪ Gitchi, ya, ya, ya ♪
- ♪ Mm, yeah ♪

♪ Gitchi, ya, ya, ya ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on ♪

Jeez, what's up with you?

That song got me through my teen years.

Oh, so not The Isley Brothers?

That was your thing, not mine.

You liked The Isley Brothers

and Steve McQueen and Diane Arbus.

- I can enumerate your interests at length.
- Hm.

What do you know about mine?

Uh, well, uh, now's your
chance to tell me anything

and everything about you, then.

Sounds like a dare.

I don't know anything and everything,

but whatever I am, no one can stop it.

Tell that to my mom and dad.

Why don't you tell them yourself?

- Isn't that what I'm doing?
- Mm.

- Hm?
- You're their wiretap, right?

I'm not a spy. That's insulting.

Mom, Dad, can you hear me?

Miss Que-Linh...

have you seen Lana around?

- Lana?
- Mm.

Never heard of her.

- Oh, really?
- Mm.

Because you two share
a strong resemblance.

She's very much more immature than you.

She's a...

a girl who cried to me...

... because she was scared of America

and said she didn't wanna leave Saigon.

You're one to talk about crying.

I'm so scared of the General.

Boo-hoo.

That's you sniveling into
your girlfriend's shoulder.

Oh, really?

Well, you know, she's not
my girlfriend anymore.

- Hm?
- We broke up.

To be more accurate,
she, uh, she replaced me.

Oh? Well, then does that mean

you need a new shoulder to cry on?

He can cry on mine.

Uh, uh.

Not a spy, huh?

"Ma chère tante,

I apologize for not writing sooner.

I'm happy to report that for
the first time since the accident,

I'm finally feeling myself again.

The General is planting the
seeds of a military campaign.

I pray that this precious seed

will bloom into a genuine
victory because..."

Anyway, that's what I wrote
as an anti-communist

in the open letter to my Parisian aunt.

But as a communist,
I encoded my words to Man.

This is what I wrote:

"These pathetic refugees
cannot see this campaign

of the General's
for what it actually is:

a fool's errand".

The prints were awkward to hide,

so I sent a film of the
General's plans to Hanoi.

The photographs went somewhere else.

And that's why I signed
my coded missive as follows:

"Don't worry. I'm taking care of it".

I hope your Parisian aunt's doin' well.

- Oh, yes.
- What, are ya headed off somewhere?

The General. He-He needs a lift.

- Huh.
- Hm.

God, you are really not

an animal person, are you?

Congressman called,
who in turn had a chat

with our rogue director friend.

Happened to mention that you dropped by

despite my explicit instructions
to the contrary.

- Right.
- Whatever you said to that ingrate, it worked.

His mojo's back full force.

We'll see a cut next month.

I don't get it.

- What?
- W-Why do you and the Congressman

care about some crass

Viet-sploitation flick so much?

Because movies are important, right?

Especially if made by
a significant director.

It's imperative for us to keep
an eye on these artist types.

They need reassurance
that they're subversives,

but we can't allow them
to flip all the way.

Long as we can keep them within
the nebulous bounds of humanism,

but with no actionable
political ideology,

they're completely harmless.

Take "The Hamlet".

Our guys, they slip up
every once in a while.

But in the end, all it takes
is one morally upstanding,

heroic American soldier
to straighten everything out.

That's the true strength
of this country.

A country that lives and
dies by its conscience.

That girlfriend of yours, Mori?

- What's her name? Mori...
- She's not my girlfriend.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Oh, free love and all that.

The woman that you do
or don't occasionally

or not so occasionally hump?

Yeah. Aspire to better.

Kid, trust me. You know she's been

sleepin' with that liberal
mudslinger, Sonny?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Do I need to remind you to watch
your mouth when you're with her?

Do I?

Those two are intimate, and I mean that

in the most dangerous sense.

They actually talk.

You never know what might leak out.

How the fuck does
Sonny know all of this?

Someone's been feeding
information to this scumbag.

Well, do we need to push
the timeline back, sir?

No, no. Now that this
treacherous scoundrel

has published this shameful article,

we must expedite everything.

Uh, do we have enough volunteers?

How are you doing with the training?

Sir, from what little plans I've seen,

I don't think we're ready.

Wait. Sir, I think
someone's following us.

How do we know he's really a newsman?

Half the newsmen in Saigon
were sympathizers.

How do we know the communists didn't
send them here to undermine us?

Well, in college, some
may have referred to him

as a left-wing radical.

That has always been your problem.

You're too sympathetic,

too kind to spot a communist sleeper
agent right under our nose.

Hm?

Pull up over here.

Something must be done, Captain.

Don't you agree?

Yes. Something must be done.

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