ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL.
TWO FOR ONE AND ONE FOR TWO.
TWO?
WHERE'S MAN?
MAN?
MAN'S BACK HOME. REMEMBER?
HOME... - YES.
I MEAN IN PRISON.
OBVIOUSLY, THE COMMIES MUST'VE LOCKED HIM UP.
BUT HEY, HE WAS ALWAYS A WILY MOTHERFUCKER.
PROBABLY FOUND SOME WAY TO GET OFF THE HOOK.
WE WERE... IN THE CEMETERY...
YEAH, YOU REMEMBER.
THEY BLEW UP THE CEMETERY.
AND BLOOD... I SAW...
YOUR HEAD CRACKED OPEN.
THEN THEY FLEW US BACK TO L.A.
THAT ASSHOLE REALLY FUCKED YOU UP.
WHAT ASSHOLE?
WHAT ASSHOLE DO YOU THINK?
AH, THAT ASSHOLE.
THAT ASSHOLE.
SADISTIC PRICK.
THE A.D. WAS YELLING,
"CALL IT OFF!"
BUT THE MOTHERFUCKER SAYS HE DIDN'T HEAR IT.
WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT!
ENOUGH! BE QUIET.
GOD!
ANYWAY, WE'RE GLAD YOU'RE FEELING BETTER, BOSS.
- BETTER, RIGHT? - BETTER.
OH... GIVE HIM THE BUFFALO.
WE BROUGHT YOU THIS GIFT.
- BEAUTIFUL, RIGHT? WE MADE IT. - VERY BEAUTIFUL.
YOU LIKE IT?
AS A THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS TAKING CARE OF US.
WE MADE IT FROM THE HEADSTONE.
YOU KNOW, THE ONE FOR YOUR MOM.
I MEAN, WE'RE NOT SURE IT WAS THAT SPECIFIC HEADSTONE?
THE GRAVEYARD WAS RUBBLE BY THE TIME WE GOT TO IT.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
YOU CAME ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE TO GIVE THIS TO ME...
NO BIG DEAL.
FILMING WAS OVER. WHERE ELSE WOULD WE GO BUT HOME?
IT WAS ON OUR WAY TO DISNEYLAND.
OH COME ON, DON'T CRY.
HALF-BREED WITH 13 BUTTHOLES! HALF-BREED WITH 13 BUTTHOLES!
WHAT'S HAPPENING?!
DEFINITELY VIET CONG.
COULD BE THE ONE WHO SLAUGHTERED MY DAD.
HE'S ONE OF US. OUR COUNTRYMAN.
HE'S BEEN PERSECUTED JUST LIKE YOU.
I HAVEN'T BEEN PERSECUTED.
"HALF-BREED!"
I'M NOT HALF OF ANYTHING.
I'M TWICE OF EVERYTHING.
IS THAT WHY YOU GOT BOTH YOUR ASS CHEEKS HANDED TO YOU?
YOU WANNA FIGHT ME?
NO, WE WANT TO FIGHT WITH YOU.
IF WE STICK TOGETHER WE WON'T END UP LIKE HIM.
BON! WHATTA YOU RECKON?
I CAST MY VOTE TO GRANT HIM FULL MEMBERSHIP.
WITHOUT RESERVATION.
YOU KNOW LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES, RIGHT?
ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL.
ARE YOU CRYING?
IT'S NOTHING.
WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
COMBINED WITH THIS PRICKLY DICK.
I HAVEN'T BEEN IN TOUCH WITH HER.
YOUR HEAD'S FUCKED UP.
SHE'LL UNDERSTAND.
COME ON GUYS.
LET'S GO.
STICK WITH US, TWICE-OF-EVERYTHING.
DON'T GO WANDERING OFF BY YOURSELF AGAIN.
YOU'LL GET LOST.
...I DREAM... OF RETURNING HOME...
TO THE LAND WHERE I WAS BORN...
I DREAM... OF ROAMING THE STREETS OF OUR BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY...
WHEN THE SOUND OF GUNS CAN NO LONGER BE HEARD...
OVER THE SHOUTS OF JOY.
I KNOW YOU SHARE MY DREAM.
THIS IS WHY WE GATHER HERE TONIGHT.
THOUGH WE CANNOT RETURN TO OUR LOST HOME IN REALITY...
WE CAN RETURN IN...
SAIGON... OUR CITY OF DARKNESS...
CAN ONCE AGAIN BE...
LET ME INTRODUCE OUR GUIDING ANGEL...
QUE-LINH!
LOST HOME, MY ASS.
INSTEAD OF CRYING ABOUT IT,
THEY SHOULD HELP RECLAIM IT.
SHUT UP... I WANT TO HEAR THIS.
YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS?
IT'S TOO MUCH.
ONCE, YOUR HUSBAND TOOK ME IN HIS ARMS.
AND TOLD ME THAT...
BEING MIXED RACE WAS A BOON NOT A SETBACK.
I OWE HIM.
HE WOULD OFTEN SAY TO ME:
"THE CAPTAIN IS SUCH A TALENTED MAN...
HE CAN EXPERTLY READ THE ENEMY."
I WILL ACCEPT YOUR GENEROSITY.
BUT I CAN'T USE THE MONEY I GOT FROM MY HUSBAND'S DEATH FOR MY OWN SAKE.
USE IT HOWEVER YOU WISH.
I HEARD THE GENERAL IS PLANNING SOMETHING.
SOMETHING BIG.
TO RECLAIM OUR HOME.
I WOULD LIKE TO DONATE THIS...
TO THAT.
RECLAIM OUR HOME?
THERE ARE RUMORS.
ABOUT THE MADAME'S RESTAURANT.
MADAME HAS A RESTAURANT?
MY HUSBAND'S SPIRIT WILL BE HAPPY
IF THIS MONEY IS USED FOR SUCH A NOBLE CAUSE.
HONESTLY...
I DON'T BELIEVE THE POLICE REPORT,
ABOUT THE WAY MY HUSBAND DIED.
HE WAS THE CREAM OF THE CROP IN THE SECRET POLICE.
THERE'S NO WAY A HIGHLY TRAINED MAN LIKE HIM WAS KILLED IN A RANDOM RACIST ATTACK.
CAPTAIN...
I AM CERTAIN THAT HE WAS KILLED FOR BEING INVOLVED IN THE GENERAL'S PLAN.
IT'S THE DEVILS IN HANOI WHO DID IT.
YOU MUST SUSPECT THIS TOO...
BECAUSE YOU KNOW THE ENEMY SO WELL.
AND THAT'S WHY...
I WOULD LIKE TO DONATE THIS,
TO THE GENERAL,
FOR HIS OPERATION.
TO LET THE ENEMY KNOW THAT OUR GREAT PROJECT WILL NOT FAIL,
NOT EVEN WITH THE DEATH OF ITS MOST EXCEPTIONAL OFFICER.
HERE, TAKE IT TO HIM!
YOU SEE WHAT I HAD TO PUT UP WITH?
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD...
THE DIMWIT CAN'T HOLD ON TO MONEY.
(IN FRENCH) BISCUITS "PAILLE D'OR"?
THANK YOU, MA'AM.
SO? IS IT GOOD?
YOU SAY YOUR MOTHER USED WIDER NOODLES.
DO YOU LIKE THEM WIDE OR THIN?
MADAME...
THERE IS NO STANDARD IDEOLOGY, NO RIGHT OR WRONG,
WHEN IT COMES TO THE WIDTH OF A NOODLE.
NOT SO LONG AS THEY'RE DELICIOUS.
JUST FRIED SOME CHả GIò. TRY THEM.
LET HIM EAT.
CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S STILL EATING?
AND I STILL HAVE TO GET HIS THOUGHTS ON THE CHả GIò.
WHY? WE ALL KNOW THEY'RE DELICIOUS.
WHY WOULD YOU OFFER THAT MAN THE MONEY YOU ALMOST PAID FOR WITH YOUR LIFE?
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?
HOW DID I KNOW THAT SELF-CENTERED WOMAN
WOULDN'T ASK THE GENERAL ABOUT HER DONATION?
BUT TRY TO IMAGINE HOW IT FELT--
MY LIFE'S RANSOM GOING TO THAT SHITTY MISSION!
EXACTLY!
WHY GIVE HER THAT MONEY IN THE FIRST PLACE?
TO THINK HOW WE COULD HAVE USED IT TO HELP REBUILD OUR HOMELAND!
LET ME INTRODUCE OUR GUIDING ANGEL...
QUE-LINH!
OH, WHAT THE FUCK!
WHAT'S SHE...
DAMN...
HER SINGING'S GOT A LOT BETTER...
GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THANK YOU.
WHO THE FUCK IS "QUE-LINH"?
THEY'RE GREAT TOGETHER!
HOW COME THAT PRICKLY BITCH DOESN'T COME AROUND ANYMORE?
SHE'S BUSY WORKING.
WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING A GIRLFRIEND...
IF THEY DON'T TAKE CARE OF YOU WHEN YOUR HEAD'S FUCKED UP?
I SHOULD BE HELPING THE GENERAL.
I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LOOK AFTER YOU.
I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO LOOK AFTER ME.
BON...
THAT "SECRET MISSION" IS SO SECRET,
THAT IT'S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!
WHAT A FUCKING JOKE!
YOU NEED TO GET LAID.
I'M A LITTLE WORN OUT, COMRADE COMMANDANT...
I'M NOT SURE I CAN GO ON.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SIT THERE AND SCRIBBLE,
NATTER ON A LITTLE,
AND NOW YOU'RE SAYING YOU'RE WORN OUT?
I'M WRITING SIXTY PAGES A DAY. I'M TALKING FOR SEVEN HOURS A DAY.
HAVE YOU CONSIDERED HOW THIS COMPARES TO THE SUFFERING OF THE VIETNAMESE PEOPLE?
HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THE MAN CLIMBING UP AND DOWN THE RICKETY STAIRS
OF A TALL BUILDING FOR EIGHTEEN HOURS A DAY,
CARRYING A CLOTH SACK WITH SIXTY BRICKS ON HIS BACK?
THAT MAN WAS ME BEFORE LIBERATION.
MAN!
GET MAN FOR ME, PLEASE!
I KEEP TELLING YOU, COMRADE.
HE MUST BE VERY HIGH UP NOW,
IN THE SUPERIOR OFFICE OF HANOI INTELLIGENCE.
HE'LL VOUCH FOR MY STATUS.
THERE MUST BE A RECORD OF ME SOMEWHERE.
MAN CAN TELL YOU EVERYTHING.
THAT I WAS A DAUNTLESS FIGHTER FOR THE CAUSE.
THAT I GAVE UP...
...MY IDENTITY FOR THE REVOLUTION.
YOUR SO-CALLED "HANDLER".
WE TRIED TO FIND HIM WHEN YOU WERE FIRST ADMITTED.
DOES HE EVEN EXIST?
I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU.
I'VE BEEN WORRIED.
I'LL WRITE SOON.
I PROMISE.
I DIDN'T HAVE THE DR. HEDD BOOK IN THE HOSPITAL...
YOU'LL FIND A WAY...
TWICE-OF-EVERYTHING.
YOU ALWAYS DO.
MY FRIEND.
I SHOULD BE HOME...
WHAT IS MY MISSION HERE?
WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS PATHETIC DEFEATIST FANTASY?
YOU KNOW WHAT'S PATHETIC?
SERVING CHEAP SPARKLING WINE...
LIKE IT'S CHAMPAGNE.
MY FRIEND...
YOU'RE SERVING AN IMPORTANT ROLE.
NOTHING I'VE DONE HERE HAS MADE ANY DIFFERENCE.
YOU THINK NICOS IS NOT GOING TO KEEP HIS WORD?
NO, THAT'S NOT IT.
THE THING WITH FILM EDITING IS IT'S LIKE JAZZ.
IT'S NOT LIKE YOU DECIDE ON SOMETHING TODAY AND THEN...
YOU FORGET IT.
AND THE GENERAL IS HARMLESS.
HE'S LIVING IN A FANTASY.
LIKE HOW YOU ARE DOING NOW?
OLD SOLDIERS DON'T FADE AWAY.
THE WAR WENT ON TOO LONG...
FOR THEM TO SIMPLY STOP.
AND THE MOST HARMLESS THINGS...
...CAN SUDDENLY BECOME DANGEROUS.
BON, I--
THE GENERAL. HE FOUND OUT LANA'S WORKING HERE.
HE CALLED OUR APARTMENT LOOKING FOR YOU...
BUT SINCE YOU WEREN'T THERE, HE SENT ME INSTEAD.
LANA, HE WANTS YOU HOME.
"THE WAR IS OVER, MOVE ON"
THE MOST DISAPPOINTING ASPECT OF THE FRATERNITY IS
THE FALSE HOPE IT PEDDLES TO OUR COUNTRYMEN
THAT WE CAN ONE DAY TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK BY FORCE.
HOW MANY IN OUR COMMUNITY SUFFER FOR THE GENERAL'S SELFISH POWER GRAB?
AND WHY IS IT THAT THE GENERAL REFUSES TO PRODUCE
A PUBLIC RECORD OF THESE DONATIONS?
YOU KNOW LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES, RIGHT?
NO. WHAT'S THAT?
IT'S A STORY ABOUT FRIENDS.
FRIENDS WHO MAKE YOU THRICE OF EVERYTHING.