01x06 - The Oriental Mode of Destruction

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CAPTAIN: "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 g*ns and swords of our side.

♪ Let's go disco ♪

♪ Let's go disco ♪

♪ Let's go disco ♪

♪ Let's go disco ♪

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♪ Let's go disco ♪

♪ Let's go, disco ♪





To the Republic,

we will be always true!



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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.

- (g*nf*re)
- It's all legitimate, on the books.

This is how we receive
tax-deductible donations

from certain generous friends.

CAPTAIN: Huh. Whoever these friends are,

they must be very generous indeed.





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

Oh, I'll be damned.

- Huh... I thought you got blown up.
- (CAPTAIN CHUCKLES)

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

but... I just like to have

somethin' on hand for my constituents.

- (CHUCKLES)
- 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 m*therf*cker just
won't f*cking listen.

A touch higher! f*cking White Tr*sh.

sh**t... 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.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

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

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


NEW SEEKERS PLAYING INSIDE HOUSE)

Maria... tell the kids

- to turn off that hippie sh*t.
- Sí, señora.

I won't allow it in my house.

It's a slippery slope to socialism.

TEENAGER: (GROANS)
This music is my life!

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

CAPTAIN: Uh, please.

Help yourself if you don't mind.

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



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. (CLEARS THROAT)
- 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, f*ck it. (CHUCKLES) 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 k*lling Nicos, didn't you?

- Admit it.
- Mm.

What about now?

Hey, we all fantasize
about k*lling people.

Just as a passing thought.

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

ran over that as*h*le with my car?"

- (PLAYING GUITAR)
- Or at least we fantasize

what it'd be like if someone were dead.

Sure, like some m*therf*cker
who'd write me off as a b*stard

and steal my girlfriend.

Sounds like you got
someone specific in mind.



It sounds pretty specific.



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- (SIREN WAILING)
- (DOOR BELL RINGS)



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.


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.

SONNY: Mm-hmm.

Your soup should be here any minute.

SONNY: Time doesn't matter to her.

- Not when it comes to cigarettes.
- SOFIA MORI: Mm.

- Let's go outside.
- Uh, wait, wh... What is this?


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 f*ck 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.





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TEENAGER: Is he looking?

Oh sh*t, he's right behind us.







GENERAL: Don't forget
we need enough time

to shape them into soldiers again!

CLAUDE: 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 sh*t,"

you grab a g*dd*mn fork and knife.

This f*ck' reporter's
changed everything.

Our investors are freaking out.

Get a grip on yourself. f*cking jagoff.





BON: Don't come back here. I remember.

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

- BON: m*therf*cker!
- (TEENAGERS YELP)







GENERAL: What's goin' on in here?

You put him on recon detail, huh?!

This f*cking idiot?!



Get the car.



Where are we going, sir?

Drive. Don't talk.









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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,



- (CAPTAIN COUGHING)
- Not to mention blood circulation.

Ugh, it smells.

- Oh, the sulfur.
- Mm.

Tend to smell like rotten eggs.



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 t*rture

until all the nerves were dead.

- And the rats snapped 'em off.
- (CAPTAIN GAGS)

- Just for somethin' to chew.
- (GAGGING)

- Oh, is it my toes?
- Mm.

- The smell?
- Mm-mm. (GAGGING)

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





- (GROANS)
- Well done, Captain.



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.



CAPTAIN: "Bon volunteered
to join the mission.

I beg your leave to end my mission here

and return to Vietnam."

MAN: 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.

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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 w*r, 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 k*lled 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.

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No. You are better
suited to the underworld

that goes by the name America.

You belong there. You're American.

Admit it.

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- (CAMERA CLICKING)
- 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 f*ck' 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. (CHUCKLES)

I hear they k*lled quite
a few of them in Vietnam.

Oh, Rita, what's the occasion?

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

- (CHUCKLING)
- Oh, my. I thought it was seltzer.

My fault. I'll get the seltzer.



- Ooh... There we go.
- CAPTAIN: Alright.

- (LAUGHTER)
- My God, she is just a gem of a woman.

- (LAUGHTER)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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?



- 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?


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?

R.H. Robert Hammer. Richard Hedd.



d*ck 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


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?



NED GODWIN: You know, I
admit, I prepared some remarks,

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

- (ALL CHEERING)
- 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 w*r of obliterations, right?
That's the only kinda w*r

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 w*r II,

you know all too well
the Oriental perspective,

their mode of destruction.

But their voices were muted in this w*r.

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!
- (CHEERING)

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!

BOTH: We must not
rest until these rights

are possessed by all
peoples of all nations.

All nations!

- (CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
- Yeah!



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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 f*cking valet.

You also here for a drink?

- Congressman told me to put these in here.
- (GROANS)



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

- throwing these beautiful young things at me.
- (NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

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.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

- Yes.
- Right.

Quite.

Okay.





- SONNY (OVER PHONE): Hello?
- CAPTAIN: I've got the money trail.

- Tomorrow. Noon. Where?
- SONNY: My place.



No Sofia?

SONNY: No Sofia.

- SOFIA (OVER PHONE): Hey.
- SONNY: Hey.



- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SONNY LAUGHS)

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The money.

Napalm Ned and the CIA.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

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.


I don't care about Sofia.

SONNY: I'm being a bad host.

Haven't even offered you a drink.

How 'bout it?

Yeah, sure.



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

NEWSREADER (ON RADIO): ...
Draconian measures to reshape

Cambodian society in
accordance with his vision.

Despite public diplomatic
exchanges of solidarity,

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

NEWSREADER: ... 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 w*r
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.




BY ORNETTE COLEMAN PLAYING)

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...


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.

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- 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.

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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.

CAPTAIN: 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.
- (DEEP BREATH)

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

♪

I k*lled him.

Major Oanh.

With that toy?





- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (BODY THUDS)

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- (SIREN WAILING)
- (AMBIENT STREET NOISE)

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- (BON PANTING)
- (CAR HONKING)

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CAPTAIN: 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.
- SOFIA: Thank you.

Officers, thank you so much.





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 sl*t.

- These cops are not meatheads.
- (CAPTAIN CHUCKLES)

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 k*ll over it.

Because you're not impulsive.

Uh-huh.

Indeed.

- (SCOFFS SLIGHTLY) Indeed.
- Everyone knows

the General is livid at Sonny.

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

A man who'd commit a m*rder
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.

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- 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 k*lling me too?

N-No, Sofia.

No.

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How did you become this?

Go... Far away.

Sofia.

Ms. Mori.

Is it raining?

I ran here.

- From where?
- Sawtelle. (CHUCKLES)



What's goin' on?



Good night. (SIGHS) 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.

PILOT (OVER SPEAKERS): Flight
attendants, prepare for departure.

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BOTH: Mind if we come along?

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