Need a taxi, mister?
- Welcome home, son. - Your sneak attack strategy.
Still in top form.
Look at ya! Welcome back, gents.
I know, I know. It ain't Nam.
But you boys have landed on the cusp, the mouth, the lips of your motherland.
But nothin' but a newly red Laos to block your path.
But hot damn, you're already on the right time zone.
Let's get down, let's get down. Let's get funky. Come on!
The next morning, they trucked us up to the northern border.
But for me,
the fighting began that night in The Hellhole.
Right from the start, I could feel where this was going.
It was like a farewell party on death row.
Holy shit.
Have fun tonight, boys. Uncle Sam, pickin' up the tab.
Claude knew I could smell the blood in the air.
He wanted me to.
He was counting on it.
American dollar.
So, this mission, it's not--
Its chance of a success, it's not, like, zero, is it?
Nothin' in the world has a 0% chance.
- Of course. Right. - Yeah.
You're smarter than the rest.
Hey, you keep your head down and leave the fighting to these schmucks.
You hear me?
You wonder if this operation will succeed.
In my experience, success of any classified operation really comes down
to how classified it's managed to remain.
Don'tcha agree?
Like how the success of any joke rests on if it's funny.
Who says the only purpose of a joke is to make you laugh?
Give me that rucksack, will you?
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.
Come on, pal. What did you expect?
This is what we do.
Target was Sonny, not you.
- Listen, Claude-- - Drink up.
- What is it? - Bacterium is very common in these parts.
For 48 hours, it'll make you evacuate quite dramatically from both ends.
We'll blame it on that pork and noodles that you alone ate.
Drink up.
- Why would I? - Because I'm giving you a fucking out.
You take yourself outta commission. It'll give us a chance to talk at leisure.
And once you've confessed all your misadventures,
you'll find I'm very forgiving about minor transgressions.
God damn it, it's your one chance.
Drink.
It's your funeral, pal.
Wait, wait, wait. Fellas, please, please, please.
We got a big day tomorrow. We don't want any trouble.
I just ordered this pint, please.
On me, if you would. Haven't even had a sip.
What the heck are you doin'? Give this guy some respect.
Thank you.
That's how you drink! See that?
Welcome. It's so nice of you to join us.
He hasn't yet.
Oh, but I bet he'll want to before long.
I already want to.
The electric eel.
I can bring you as many as you'd like.
You can have as many as you'd like every month.
- Every month. - Every month.
- If you don't tell anyone. - If you don't tell anyone.
- Can you do that? - Can you do that?
- Can you be a big boy? - Can you be a big boy?
- And keep a secret? - Keep a secret?
Don't forget me, son.
Your problem is you have bones.
Because we don't.
So let's get rid of those bones.
Go on. She's waiting.
"She"?
On your knees!
It's not necessary, but it does have to happen.
Please, don't pretend you're above it.
That's right.
Nothing is more precious than independence and freedom.
Nothing is.
It's nothing.
The answer is nothing.
Nothing.
The thing is more precious than independence and freedom,
is nothing.
Yes, of course.
What else?
Destination: Who knows where?
Away from home, that's all I know.
Will we make it there?
According to the boatman, our chances are 50/50.
"Pretty good odds," says Bon.
Despite everything, in the face of nothing,
I am still a revolutionary.
My re-education is over, but I still write every day.
This time for myself, for us.
Rewrite.
Relive.
Restart.