HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A GHOST?
SOMETIMES I SEE THE GHOSTS OF THE PEOPLE I KILLED.
...'CAUSE THEY BELIEVE THEY DIED WITHOUT JUSTICE.
THIS WORLD IS FULL OF 'EM.
"LET'S GET FUNKY",
WE ALL ECHOED DUMBLY, SWALLOWING OUR RESERVATIONS AND DREAD,
BUT NONE OF US, INCLUDING THE GHOSTS,
COULD IMAGINE JUST HOW FUNKY IT WOULD GET.
THE END.
ENDINGS ARE HARD, AREN'T THEY?
WHY DO I HAVE THIS OMINOUS FEELING THAT THE REVIEWS ARE NOT GOING TO BE GOOD?
WHAT A SHAME...
IF IT WAS SATISFACTORY, WE MIGHT--
WE MIGHT HAVE PRESENTED IT FOR THE COMMISSAR'S CONSIDERATION.
COMRADE COMMANDANT,
I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON MY CONFESSION FOR TWELVE MONTHS NOW--
WHY WOULD YOU CONCLUDE
WITH THIS UNFORTUNATE IMAGE OF THE SO-CALLED GHOSTS?
THEY WERE THERE.
WERE THE GHOSTS THERE AS LITERARY SYMBOLS, OR AS GENUINE SUPERSTITIOUS INDULGENCES?
I NEVER ASKED THEM.
TO BE HONEST, I AVOIDED CONVERSATION WITH THEM WHENEVER POSSIBLE.
YOU SHOULDN'T CONCLUDE WITH ARRIVING AT BANGKOK. OR THE GHOSTS.
GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM.
BRING IT UP TO THE PRESENT.
BE RIGOROUS.
HEY! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!
WHETHER WE DIE HERE OR WE DIE RUNNING, IT'S ALL THE SAME.
LINH, MY LOVE, TRUST ME!
WE NEED TO RUN FAST.
YOU'RE UNDER SIEGE! GIVE UP!
DON'T DIE FOR NOTHING!
NO, DON'T DO IT! DON'T!
LET ME GO! JUST LET ME GO!
NO MAN, STOP!
LET'S LIVE, BON... LET'S LIVE!
YOU STUPID BASTARD...
IF YOU HADN'T COME ALONG, I COULD'VE DIED HERE.
YOU'RE UNDER SIEGE! GIVE UP!
DON'T DIE FOR NOTHING!
YOUR DESCRIPTION MAKES IT SOUND DESPAIRING,
WHEN IN ACTUALITY THIS WAS THE BEGINNING OF YOUR REDEMPTION.
IT'S HARD NOT TO SOUND DESPAIRING FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, AS A PRISONER...
NOT A PRISONER, I KEEP TELLING YOU, YOU ARE AN EDUCATEE.
COULD I PLEASE SPEAK TO YOUR SUPERIOR?
NO MAN IS SUPERIOR TO THE NEXT.
THAT'S ONE OF THE LESSONS YOU WILL LEARN HERE.
I'M FINISHED.
IT ASKS ME FOR MY RANK IN THE "PUPPET ARMY",
BUT I WAS AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC OF VIETNAM.
BON, DON'T...
IT ASKS ME TO LIST THE PEOPLE I MURDERED,
BUT I NEVER KILLED ANYONE...
UNLESS THEY WERE A FUCKING COMMIE.
SO...
I'M DONE.
WHY DID YOU INCLUDE THIS SCENE?
YOU MAKE US SEEM LIKE VIOLENT BRUTES.
REMOVE THIS ENTIRE SECTION.
YOUR CONFESSION SHOULD END WITH THE ARRIVAL AT THIS CAMP
AND THE PROMISE OF REDEMPTION.
OR, BETTER STILL, END AT THE MOMENT OF YOUR SURRENDER.
THAT'S WHAT THE COMMISSAR WANTS TO SEE.
IT'S A MOMENT OF GENUINE TRIUMPH.
YOU ACHIEVED YOUR GOAL.
YOU WERE BOTH CAPTURED ALIVE.
I THINK THE COMMISSAR WOULD BE INTERESTED IN WHAT FOLLOWED.
MAYBE YOU HAVE NO SUPERIOR,
BUT SOMEONE MUST BE IN CHARGE.
WHY DO YOU DISRUPT MY SLEEP?
BE MINDFUL THAT TO WASTE EVEN THIS MUCH ELECTRICITY IS A BURDEN ON OUR SYSTEM.
KEEP IT BRIEF.
I GET WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO SAY.
YOU'RE TRYING TO END THE CONFESSION ON THE MOMENT
OF OUR FIRST ENCOUNTER, AREN'T YOU?
I WAS THINKING OF TAKING IT A BIT FURTHER THAN THAT...
I'M A COMMUNIST.
I'VE BEEN AN AGENT FOR YEARS. FOR THE REVOLUTION.
I INFILTRATED THE SECRET POLICE--
IS IT MEANT TO EXCUSE YOUR VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR COMRADE IN THE GUARD HOUSE?
YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.
IT WAS ALSO ME WHO REPORTED ON THE ENEMY RECON SQUAD
THAT INFILTRATED OUR HOMELAND YESTERDAY.
IF THAT'S TRUE,
WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE ON YOUR OWN?
THERE WAS A GOOD CHANCE OF BEING SHOT DEAD IN COMBAT.
STAND UP.
IT'S COMRADE COMMISSAR.
YOU'VE COME OUT AT SUCH A LATE HOUR.
YOU MUST TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEALTH, COMRADE.
WHY DID I COME HERE?
I CAME TO PROTECT MY FRIEND.
LET'S HAVE HIM WRITE A CONFESSION.
AGREED.
NO ONE CAN SLIP BY YOU, COMRADE COMMISSAR.
PUT HIM IN ISOLATION, IN CASE HIS CLAIM TO BE ON OUR SIDE TURNS OUT TO BE TRUE.
IF WORD GETS OUT, THE OTHER EDUCATEES WILL TRY TO KILL HIM.
WRITE TRUTHFULLY,
FOR WHAT PROVES FAVORABLE OR UNFAVORABLE TO YOUR FORTUNE
MIGHT BE DIFFERENT THAN YOU THINK.
WRITE PRECISELY, FOR WE HAVE NOTHING BUT TIME.
WHY DO YOU FIGHT ME STILL, AFTER THIS LONG, LONG TIME?
IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE THAT DAY.
IT'S NOT READY FOR THE COMMISSAR?
WHY AREN'T YOU EATING?
ARE YOU WEIGHING IF IT WOULD BE BETTER IN THE LONG RUN
TO DEMONSTRATE YOUR GUILTY CONSCIENCE
OVER THE DEATH OF A COMRADE?
LET ME TRY TO REWORK IT.
LEAVE IT.
YOU MEAN... I'M DONE?
WITH THE PAST TENSE, YOU ARE.
FROM THIS POINT ON, REEDUCATION WILL BE FOUND IN THE PRESENT.
WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING AT?
THEY'D APPLAUD IF IT WAS PERMITTED.
WHAT DID I DO?
YOU SURVIVED.
A YEAR OF SOLITARY.
MY FRIEND, YOU SURVIVED TOO.
AND IT LOOKS LIKE THEY DIDN'T BREAK YOUR FIGHTING SPIRIT EITHER.
A LONG WAY FROM CATCHING UP TO YOU.
HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE ENDURED?
YOU'VE AGED TWICE AS FAST AS EVERYONE ELSE,
TWICE-OF-EVERYTHING.
GOOD MORNING, EDUCATEES. TODAY,
WE WILL CONTINUE WHERE WE LEFT OFF YESTERDAY AND TALK
ABOUT THE CORRELATION BETWEEN THE REVOLUTION AND THE INDIVIDUAL.
AS UNCLE HO HAS REMINDED US,
THE WORST AND MOST DANGEROUS VESTIGE OF THE OLD SOCIETY IS INDIVIDUALISM.
IT RUNS COUNTER TO REVOLUTIONARY MORALITY.
WHY DOES HE HAVE THAT ON?
THEY FEAR OUR REVERENCE WOULD WANE, SHOULD HE EVER REVEAL HIS FACE.
SOME SAY IT'S BECAUSE HE'S NOT PURE ENOUGH TO BE OUR THOUGHT LEADER.
INDIVIDUALISM, IN CONTRAST, IS PERFIDIOUS
BECAUSE IT INDUCES ONE TO BACKSLIDE.
WE ALL KNOW THAT IT IS EASIER TO--
WE ALL EAT AS INDIVIDUALS!
SO HOW DOES COLLECTIVISM WORK
FOR AN ORGANIZATION THAT SCRIMPS ON RATIONS
AND CAUSES INDIVIDUALS TO FIGHT FOR THEMSELVES?
I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU, MY FRIEND.
TAKE EDUCATEE BON AWAY TO THE LATRINES
WHERE HE CAN SORT THROUGH THE COMPOST FOR THE CASSAVA FIELDS.
REMEMBER THE WORDS OF UNCLE HO,
THAT CRITICISM AND SELF-CRITICISM IS A CONSTANT NEED,
JUST AS A HUMAN BEING NEEDS AIR.
PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR MEAL.
COMRADE COMMANDANT,
YOU HAVE MADE A MISTAKE.
THE QUOTATION YOU REFERENCED WAS ACTUALLY NOT FROM UNCLE HO, BUT STALIN.
THANK YOU, FOR YOUR ERUDITION.
I AM EAGER TO HEAR THE COMMISSAR SPEAK MORE ON TODAY'S THEME,
BUT, IF I MAY,
I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH HIM
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SENTENCE I KNOW
THAT DEFINES THE CORRELATION
BETWEEN AN INDIVIDUAL AND HIS COMMUNITY.
MAY I?
GO ON.
THANK YOU.
TOGETHER WE BUILD SOCIALISM FOR THE FUTURE
"DETERMINED TO FIGHT, DETERMINED TO WIN" FOLLOW UNCLE HO'S EXAMPLE
FOR THE PEOPLE WE SACRIFICED TO FIGHT WITHOUT FEAR OF DANGER
KEEPING THE MOUNTAINS AND RIVERS SINGING THE MARCHING SONG
THE PARTY HAS BROUGHT US WARMTH AND FRESH SPRING WITHOUT FADING
DETERMINED TO LIVE AND DIE UNDER THE BANNER OF PEACE
COME ON, BROTHERS FROM ALL OVER THE PLACES WANT TO STEP HERE,
WALK SIDE BY SIDE, JOIN HANDS, JOIN FORGE, JOIN MIND.
ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL!
THE PUNISHMENT FOR THE OTHER EDUCATEE WAS TOO SOFT.
PUT HIM IN THE CONFINEMENT CELL, AND SEND THIS EDUCATEE UP TO ME.
YOU'RE FUCKED NOW, BOY!
EVERY DRAFT OF MY CONFESSION...
THEY'RE ALL HERE...
I'VE READ THEM ALL.
THE COMMANDANT TOLD ME THEY WERE FAR FROM READY FOR YOU.
HE SAID MY OLD DRAFTS WERE GIVEN TO THE EDUCATEES TO WIPE THEIR ASSES.
DID YOU EVER IMAGINE THAT I'D KEEP THEM UNSCRATCHED, AFTER ALL THIS TIME?
HOW...?
IT HAPPENED ON THE DAY OF LIBERATION,
A TIME FOR CELEBRATION.
I HAD A TOOTH TO PULL FOR GENERAL PHU,
AND WAS HEADING HOME, WHEN I SAW THE TANKS
OF THE LIBERATING ARMY ADVANCING ACROSS THE BRIDGE.
I COULD BARELY CONTAIN MY GLEE.
BUT THEN, I SAW A PHANTOM APPROACHING,
FLYING HIGH TO AVOID FIRE.
SO HIGH, I THOUGHT, HE'LL NEVER HIT THEM.
AND HE DIDN'T.
HE DROPPED A LOAD OF NAPALM ON ME.
I WATCHED IT FALL IN SLOW MOTION.
IT WAS... YOU KNOW,
A DRAG.
THAT'S WHY I WAS SLOW TO RESPOND SOMETIMES.
WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO IN THE LETTER?
AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? SEND ME SOME AMERICAN MEDICINE?
ON THE SURFACE,
EVERYTHING ABOUT OUR HOME IS DIFFERENT THAN I HAD IMAGINED.
I TOLD YOU NOT TO RETURN.
YOU CLAIM TO BE AN AGENT. A MAN OF TWO FACES.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT... BUT I SAY YOU'RE A DOUBLE AGENT.
YOU EXPOSED OUR SIDE TO AMERICA TOO, DID YOU NOT?
COME NOW, IT'S TIME YOU TELL THE TRUTH.
I ADMIT...
I HAVEN'T BEEN COMPLETELY HONEST.
I'VE BEEN CONCEALING FROM YOU, FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR,
THE FACT THAT...
YOU'RE A MORON WITHOUT A WHIT OF INTELLIGENCE.
I APOLOGIZE.
WE DON'T THINK THAT YOU LIED IN YOUR CONFESSION.
IT'S WHAT YOU FAILED TO CONFESS.
WE DON'T ACCUSE YOU OF DELIBERATE OBFUSCATION;
YOU NEED TO REMEMBER WHAT YOU FORGOT.
YOU CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, YOU MORON.
"FORGETTING" MEANS YOU CAN'T REMEMBER.
THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE TO HELP.
COMRADE DOCTOR?
HEY, HEY, COMRADE, LISTEN TO ME...
IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS ALREADY, THREE.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ELECTRICITY WE ARE WASTING HERE, COMRADE?
YOU DO REMEMBER THAT I HAVE A TRIP TO THE POLITBURO IN TWO DAYS?
I WOULD LIKE THIS SETTLED BEFORE I GO.
HIS MIND IS LIKE A TANGERINE WITH A THICK RIND.
WE MUST SHARPEN OUR NAILS TO GET AT THE JUICE.
PLEASE.
AT LEAST... TURN OUT THE LIGHTS.
THAT WE CANNOT DO.
YOU MUST BE ABLE TO SEE.
HE WILL NEVER SEE,
NOT FOR ALL THE LIGHT IN THE WORLD.
HE'S BEEN UNDERGROUND FOR TOO LONG. HE'S FUNDAMENTALLY BLIND.
OH MY, ALL THAT ELECTRICITY.
PLEASE. HELP ME.
YOU READ MY CONFESSION.
YOU DESCRIBE HOW YOU WROTE CODED MESSAGES BETWEEN THE LINES.
WHAT I WANT
ARE THE MEMORIES THAT ARE HIDDEN BETWEEN THE LINES.
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAVE DISREMEMBERED?
LOOK... NOW'S NOT THE TIME FOR A JOKE...
VISITORS OF THE PORT MURMUR GREETINGS WITH ONE ANOTHER
THE OUTSTRETCHED STREET WELCOMES ME TO JOIN IN ON THE FUN
HEY, MY FRIEND!
EVERY TIME YOU SEND ME HERE, YOU DROP BY TO VISIT.
WELL, TOO BAD THAT I CAN'T SATISFY YOUR SADISTIC CRAVINGS.
I'VE GROWN TO LOVE THIS FUCKING PLACE.
DON'T HAVE TO SIT TO SHIT.
DON'T EVEN HAVE TO PULL DOWN MY UNDERWEAR.
HEY, FRIEND...
SAVE YOUR ENERGY.
OH LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL, OVERFLOWING WITH POETIC INSPIRATIONS!
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
DO WHAT?
KEEP YOU ALIVE?
NO ONE VOLUNTEERS FOR THIS HELLHOLE.
BUT I REQUESTED THE POST WHEN I HEARD YOU TWO WERE SENT HERE.
AND I DID EVERYTHING I COULD--
TO SPARE YOU UNDUE PAIN.
BUT THERE ARE LIMITS TO MY POWERS.
THE PARTY IS WATCHING.
AND YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY HELP.
I PROVED MYSELF A TRUE REVOLUTIONARY.
I'M NOT THE ONE THAT NEEDS CONVINCING.
IT'S THE COMMANDANT.
BUT YOU'RE HIS SUPERIOR.
REVOLUTIONARIES HAVE AN INBRED FEAR OF ONE ANOTHER.
THANK YOU.
HE COULD REPORT ME FOR SHIRKING MY DUTY.
BUT I CONFESSED EVERYTHING.
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING MORE TO CONFESS.
THAT'S THE NATURE OF CONFESSION.
YOU'D BETTER PLAY YOUR PART WELL.
FOR I SHALL PLAY MINE.
RECALL.
HALF-BREED WITH 13 BUTTHOLES! HALF-BREED WITH 13 BUTTHOLES!
FILTHY BASTARD!
MOM...
WHO IS MY FATHER?
WHY AM I A HALF-BREED?
(IN FRENCH) WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHARE A SECRET?
YOU AND I, WE SHARE THE SAME EYES.
LOOK...
WOULD YOU LIKE ONE?
SEE, WHAT DID I TELL YOU!
OH, HELLO.
YOU WANT A DRINK?
I MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO QUENCH YOUR THIRST.
THIS IS ONLY A SIXTEEN-MILLIMETER VERSION, MADE FOR SCREENING ON AIRPLANES,
BUT DECENT ENOUGH TO WATCH.
BRING BACK MEMORIES?
HERE...
A SPECIAL PROP I HAD PREPARED FOR THIS SCENE.
I HAD TO WATCH IT AGAIN AND AGAIN,
TO TRACK ALL THE DIFFERENT WAYS BON HAD BEEN KILLED.
ARE THERE A LOT OF VIETNAMESE LINES?
LOOKS LIKE DAMIANOS GAVE A SHOT AT KEEPING HIS PROMISE WITH YOU.
HONESTLY,
I'VE COME TO LIKE DAMIANOS.
THIS MOVIE IS TRASH,
BUT THAT'S ONLY FROM OUR PERSPECTIVE.
HE'S AN AMERICAN,
AND FROM AN AMERICAN PERSPECTIVE...
IT'S PRETTY PROGRESSIVE.
STILL...
A SEQUENCE LIKE THIS ONE IS ALMOST UNBEARABLE FOR US TO WATCH...
DOES IT REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING?
RECALL.
RETRIEVE.
RECLAIM.
THE DAY IS SOON WHEN SAIGON WILL FALL...
AND ALL OF YOU TRAITORS WHO HAVE CARRIED A SNAKE INTO YOUR OWN HOME,
WILL BE ON YOUR KNEES, BEGGING FOR A COWARD'S FLIGHT OUT OF HERE.
BUT EVEN THEN WE WILL NEVER LET YOU GO.
OUR KATYUSHA ROCKETS WILL CHASE YOU TO THE END OF THE SKIES,
RIP THROUGH THE BELLIES OF YOUR WAR PLANES,
AND FRY YOU LIKE STUFFED PIG'S INTESTINES.
ALRIGHT, LET'S PLAY.
IT'S HOT IN HERE.
I DON'T THINK THIS IS NECESSARY.
THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN!
GIVE ME AN HOUR WITH HER ALONE.
HE JUST WANTS FIRST DIBS ON HER.
SERGEANT! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT AGAIN?
I WAS JUST MAKING A JOKE...
YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
THE POOR GIRL LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD USE A DRINK TOO.
WHAT DO YOU SAY, CAPTAIN?
SHOULD WE GIVE HER WHAT SHE'S ASKING FOR?
ONE MORE TIME, WHO GAVE YOU THE ROLL OF FILM?
WHAT DID YOU SEE?
EVERYTHING.
TELL ME.
HE PUSHED THE BOTTLE DEEPER,
TILL HER JAW WAS STRETCHED...
AND BLOOD SPILLED FROM HER BROKEN LIP.
I COULDN'T BEAR IT. I WAS TERRIFIED...
THAT HER BROKEN LIP MIGHT SPILL MY NAME...
OR RATHER... WHAT I REALLY COULDN'T BEAR WAS...
YOU TWO SHOULD TRADE AND READ EACH OTHER'S.
SHE'S NOT AS GOOD A WRITER AS YOU,
BUT SHE'S A BETTER SPY.
SHE WAS ABLE TO ENDURE EVERYTHING WITHOUT REVEALING THAT YOU WERE A SPY.
WHAT DO YOU SAY...
YOUR CONFESSION WASN'T EXACTLY ACCURATE, WAS IT?
NO.
IT WASN'T HER MOUTH, WAS IT?
NO.
BUT I... BUT I...
SERGEANT, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT AGAIN?
I WAS JUST MAKING A JOKE...
BUT I... WENT BACK TO MY SEAT.
WHY ARE YOU IN THIS CAMP?
I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS.
YOU DIDN'T WRITE A SINGLE WORD AGAINST ME.
I WANTED TO BELIEVE THAT THE SECRET I HAD GUARDED WAS PRECIOUS.
YOU MUST'VE BEEN VERY DISAPPOINTED TO FIND YOUR ANSWER IN ME?
NOTHING CAN DISAPPOINT ME NOW.
REMINDS ME OF THAT TIME BON TOOK ON THOSE THREE WASTED MARINES.
IN THE BEER GARDEN. OUR LAST DAY...
BUT IT'S NOT AMERICAN BEER.
WE ARE IN POWER NOW.
WE DON'T NEED THE AMERICANS OR FRENCH TO FUCK US OVER.
WE CAN FUCK OURSELVES JUST FINE.
GO SIT OVER THERE.
THIS SPOT, THE DARKEST SPOT, IS FOR ME.
IT'S THE ONLY PLACE WHERE THE COMMANDANT'S MEN WOULDN'T SEARCH.
YOU SHOULD BE SELECTIVE ABOUT ASKING SOMEONE TO TAKE A PICTURE, YOU IDIOT.
SEE HOW THE BACKGROUND IS IN FOCUS?
MAYBE THE MAJOR WAS MAKING AN AESTHETIC STATEMENT
ABOUT THE TENSION BETWEEN THE INDIVIDUAL AND HIS ENVIRONMENT--
THERE'S THAT CYNICISM AGAIN!
AND THAT PRETENTIOUS ATTITUDE.
THAT'S WHY THE COMMANDANT DISTRUSTS YOU.
YOU SPEAK OUR LANGUAGE
LIKE IT'S BEEN TRANSLATED FROM ENGLISH.
I BET YOUR MOTHER SPEAKS ENGLISH IN YOUR DREAMS.
YOU THINK IN ENGLISH NOW!
TELL ME, DO YOU THINK THERE IS SOMETHING MORE PRECIOUS?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN? NOT ANYTHING.
REALLY?
THERE ISN'T ANYTHING MORE PRECIOUS?
FOR INSTANCE... HAPPINESS?
IF THERE IS SUCH A THING.
- LOVE? - SERIOUSLY?
NOT EVEN MONEY?
NO WAY.
YOU REALLY THINK THERE ISN'T ANYTHING MORE PRECIOUS THAN THOSE THINGS?
REALLY?
THINK HARD, MY FRIEND.
THERE IS SOMETHING EVEN MORE PRECIOUS.
OF COURSE NOT!
I'VE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING FOR THE INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM OF MY COUNTRY,
AND YOU'RE SAYING THERE'S SOMETHING MORE PRECIOUS?
HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING?
YOU CAN GRADUATE ONLY ONCE YOU'VE PASSED THIS TEST.
I'LL GIVE YOU THREE TRIES.
BELIEF?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
YOU NOW HAVE TWO TRIES.
FAMILY?
NOT AS MUCH AS THIS.
ONE LAST CHANCE.
READ THE SENTENCE CAREFULLY.
THE ANSWER LIES WITHIN.
NOTHING IS MORE PRECIOUS THAN INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM...
SORRY...
TO MAKE THE LESSON... SO TORTUROUS.
I LEARNED FOR MYSELF
THAT YOU HAVE TO LEARN IT THE HARD WAY, IF YOU WANT TO TRULY LEARN.
YOU CAN'T SEE IT ANYMORE, CAN YOU?
I ASSUME THE PLEDGE THAT WENT WITH IT IS ALSO GONE.
IT'S STILL THERE, DEEP UNDERNEATH.
WE ARE NOT ALLOWED SUCH SENTIMENTALISM, COMRADE COMMISSAR.
INSTEAD, LET US TAKE POSITIVE ACTION.
BUZZ OFF, FOR FUCK'S SAKE...
WASN'T IT ENOUGH TO TAKE MY WIFE AND SON TO YOUR SIDE?
DAMN IT, JUST GO AWAY.
CAN'T YOU SEE, IT'S FUCKING CRAMPED?
DIED WITHOUT JUSTICE, MY ASS!
IT'S WAR, NOBODY DIES WITH JUSTICE!
COMRADE!
OPEN IT.
YOU CAN LEAVE NOW.
SOME POOR SAP,
GOT BOMBED ON THE DAY THE WAR ENDED.
STILL CAN'T GO A DAY WITHOUT MORPHINE BECAUSE OF THE PAIN.
TURN'S OUT THE FUCKER'S JUST AS SORRY AS US.
I'VE SOME THINGS I SHOULD TELL YOU.
I'VE KEPT SECRETS FROM YOU.
AND YOU DON'T DESERVE THAT--
- AND YOU DON'T DESERVE THAT-- - DON'T TELL ME.
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
NO MORE CONFESSIONS.
IN THERE...
THEY MADE ME SAY THINGS I DIDN'T BELIEVE.
THINK THINGS I DIDN'T BELIEVE.
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY MADE YOU SAY IN THERE.
YOU'RE MY FRIEND...
AND--
- AND-- - WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU WAS...
I KNOW THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW, BUT...
YOU STINK. YOU KNOW THAT?
I MEAN, REALLY!
BACK IN SAIGON TOO.
EVEN BACK WHEN WE WERE LITTLE.
MAN AND I USED TO JOKE ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME, TO OTHER PEOPLE. LIKE--
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A JAPANESE GUY, CHINESE GUY,
AND BON ALL GO INTO A PIGPEN--
QUIET THE CHILD!
YOU'RE SO HANDSOME.
CANNONS RESOUND IN THE CITY EVERY NIGHT
THE STREET SWEEPER STILLS HIS BROOM TO LISTEN
CANNONS PASS BY, MOTHER WAKENS
CANNONS PASS BY, CHILDREN CRY
MIDNIGHT ROCKETS SPARK THE MOUNTAIN
CANNONS RESOUND IN THE CITY EVERY NIGHT
THE STREET SWEEPER STILLS HIS BROOM TO LISTEN
WITH EACH NIGHT FLIGHT A CHILD IS STARTLED
LIFELESS BUNKERS, OH YELLOW SKIN
WITH EACH BRIGHT NIGHT ARE THE EYES OF OUR MOTHERLAND
THOUSANDS OF BOMBS RAIN DOWN ON THE VILLAGES
THOUSANDS OF BOMBS POUR DOWN ON THE FIELDS
THE DOORS OF OUR HOMES BURN RED IN THE HAMLET
THOUSANDS OF TRUCKS CARRY CLAYMORE GRENADES
THOUSANDS OF TRUCKS CARRY BACK TO THE CITY
THE FLESH AND BONES OF MOTHERS AND CHILDREN