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[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Sometimes Charlie puts
a thin sheet of tin

over the top
of the detonator

and the sweepers
can pick it up.

But if he uses wood,
no way.

So how do they
find those?

We look
real close.

[SIGHS]

So they sweep
for mines every day?

Charlie puts them
out every night.

It's the VC way of letting us
know they go where they want to.

A pain in the butt
is what it is.

Ought to be out in the bush
doing damage

instead of standing around here
playing with ourselves.

SOLDIER: Keep it tight.

What's
his problem?

He's a short-timer.
Stone killer.

Thirty-nine
confirmed kills.

That's his good side.

[RIFLE FIRES]

Sniper! Get down!

[ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

[ASSAULT RIFLES FIRING]

Hell of a shot.

1200 yards
if it was a foot.

I think I can get
to the radio!

[ASSAULT RIFLES FIRING]

Johnson, stay down!

SOLDIER:
At my 3 o'clock!

Can you see him?
No...

but it's where
I'd be.

GOLDMAN:
Move it on out!

Taylor! Percell!

You're with me!

All right, somebody put
some cover out there!

Let's keep them honest!

[ASSAULT RIFLES FIRING]

SOLDIER:
Head down
to the left!

Got him spotted,
sarge?

This gook
is my meat.

Don't crowd me.

What are you doing,
Taylor, taking a break?

Just giving the dude
a little room to work, sarge.

Let's move.

SOLDIER:
You guys see anything?

What the hell
are you doing here?

What are you doing?
What?

If I watch through binoculars,
I might as well sit

and wait for you
to tell me--

I've gotta worry
about what's in front of me.

I don't want to worry about
what's behind me. Stay put!

All right.

[ASSAULT RIFLES FIRING]

SOLDIER:
All right, stay down!

[WHISTLES]

Huh?

[SCREAMS]

Hey, Block,
he's dead, man.

He ain't dead enough.

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Two different caliber
cartridges.

Two snipers.

LT, there were
two of them.

This is a perfect spot
for capping that road.

Any chance of catching
the other one?

Probably not now,
but he'll be around.

Look here, LT,
if you want to head on back,

we'll check this guy
for documents.

Make it quick.

Percell, Taylor,
let's go.

Keep your eyes
peeled.

GOLDMAN:
Alex?

Did you get
the sniper?

Yeah, Sergeant Block
got him.

Look, um,
I'm sorry I--

Let's go.

Sergeant Block
seemed to know

right where
he was going,

like he knew exactly
where that sniper was.

That's why
he's got 39 kills,

because
he's a sniper too.

But that's a logical place
for a sniper to be?

It doesn't have anything
to do with logic.

The good ones work
on instinct.

They got
a sixth sense.

Yeah, like me when I smell
a terrific feature article.

Trust me, you don't want
to write about Block.

He's bad news, no pun.

You know, word is
Block takes a finger

off every one
of his kills,

and he keeps them
in a bag on his belt.

That other cartridge looked like
it was from a Springfield.

Probably belonged
to some paddy daddy.

Hey, tell me
something, Greg.

How come you're making
cowboy moves,

like going after
this sniper by yourself?

You're going home
in a few days.

I ain't going home.

Extended my tour again.

Why?

I need the extra money.

Combat pay, man.

You know what I think,
old buddy?

I think you're
starting to like this.

It's what I learned
over here.

Some guys play pinball,
some guys go fishing.

I kill zips...

because
that's what I'm good at.

Greg, why don't you put in for
a promotion to staff sergeant?

That'll bump you up
a pay grade.

When you go on
back to the world,

you'll still make
what you're making now.

You're the kind
of guy...

that sees rainbows
in hurricanes, Zeke.

No, I'm serious. I'll stand
behind you for promotion.

Then you go on
back to the world,

you, uh, get 30 days off
for starters, then you--

What? You work two or three days
a week in a training group.

All you need is
one more stripe, buddy.

Man, I earned
a dozen more stripes.

The kills I got...
things I did...

They sent me out after this
big-shot VC honcho once.

I laid in my own filth
for three days...

before I got a clear shot.

As long as my promotion's
up to Sergeant Major Toliver,

I haven't got a prayer.

What's your problem
with Toliver?

I don't have a problem
with Toliver.

He's got a problem
with me.

I was his driver
when I first came over,

running truckloads
of supplies

down to Mu Bakh Street
every week...

till I found out he was hustling
Army goods to peddlers.

There was grunts running around
with boots on

you wouldn't even want
to stick your foot in.

I gave him some grief
about it.

Next thing I know,
I'm toting a rifle.

He just can't stand it
that I lived this long.

Why do a story
on snipers?

A sniper is
a perfect example

of the effect of this war
on the individual.

Pretty extreme example.

Yeah, but it brings
some crucial points out.

I mean, for example,

it's tough enough
for the average soldier

to go back home
and deal with everything

that's going on
back in the States.

Here's a man
who's killed 39 people.

I know better
than to suspect you

of going for
the sensational.

The truth is often
sensational over here.

I hear he's taken
a finger

off of every one
of his kills.

That kind of thing
happens.

Why would he do
something like that?

I mean, is he trying to prove
how frightening he is?

If he sees himself
as a predator,

then it could represent
consuming the kill,

or it could simply be
that fingers have

a personal significance
for him.

Maybe he'll talk
to me about it.

You know, I've wanted
to talk to some of the guys

who maybe knew him first...
Mm-hm.

...but apparently,
nobody knows him that well.

He's a complete loner
over here.

Snipers are
often shunned

because what they do
is so close to actual murder,

and it's not
necessarily conscious

on the part
of the other soldiers.

Well, hopefully,
this article

will help them understand
a little bit.

You know, I'm trying
to find some humanity

in every situation
over here.

In this case, I think
you'll find the lack of it.

Hustle, Marvin.
It's chow time.

Yeah, okay, uh, hold the phone.
I'm coming, man.

You should have
seen this guy.

I mean, this sniper's
dead as a doornail,

and he keeps
blasting away at him

with his shotgun.

He's doing what
he's trained to do.

They keep telling us
to make sure.

Yeah, well, there's sure
and then there's sure.

Talk about sure,
two minutes before that,

he was waving that shotgun
in my direction,

and I'm sure I don't want
no more of that dude.

Hey, sarge! Can you
help me out with something?

Yeah.

I need some time off tomorrow
to kind of sort some things out.

What, a personal matter?
Yeah, like that.

Hey, I'll handle any extra duty
if I have to.

Must be pretty important
to you, Johnson.

Well, I hear a friend of mine
back in Saigon needs some help.

All right, then, uh,
take what you need.

Thanks.

Hey, Johnson, you all right?
Yeah.

You don't seem
all right.

Thanks, sarge,
I'm okay.

All right.
Thanks.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come.

LT, you got
a minute?

Oh, I'm glad it's you.

Listen, was there
an identification card

on that sniper?
Yeah.

Here.

All right, great.
Goes with this.

Now the Vietnamese
authorities can, uh,

find their
loyal citizen.

What's on your mind?
Greg Block.

He's losing it, LT.
He's close to the edge.

I figure the only chance
he's gotta survive

is to get on back to the world,
where he can get some help.

Well, his tour's
almost up, isn't it?

Nah. He extended it.

He says he needs
the combat pay.

Well, we're not doing anybody
any favors back there

sending him home.

If he stays here, he's gonna
get himself killed,

maybe other GIs.

What are you getting at?

Well, he can get that sniper,
LT, I know he can.

Then we can put him up
for promotion,

he can feel good about
going back to the world,

where he can get help.

Promotions aren't
charity.

I don't like
the idea

of giving a guy
more responsibility

just because
he's a good assassin.

He's done
a damn good job, LT.

We at least owe him
a chance to survive.

You don't get promoted just
because you've done a good job.

There has to be
some indication

that you can perform the duties
of a higher rank.

I want you
to keep that in mind

because I'm gonna let you
make this call.

It's just
your basic drop-off patrol.

I'm gonna go out
with Block

and a handful
of guys,

just like
a recon patrol,

then when
we head back,

Block's gonna
stay behind

and track down
the sniper.

Greg Block is a crazy,
boneheaded malcontent.

He loves you too,
just about like that.

But you are
his sergeant major now,

and he needs your help.

I wouldn't walk across
the street to spit on him

if he was on fire.

Take it easy
with that, now.

He's a good soldier,
and you know he is.

Now, he just finished two tours
out there in the bush.

He deserves your help,
sergeant major.

He deserves nothing.

There's more to being
a good soldier

than just carrying
a weapon.

Hey, you're right.
I forgot.

The Army
needs us all...

no matter
what we carry.

The Army's my home,
sergeant,

and I enjoy
all the comforts of home.

I cleaned toilets,
I shuffled papers,

and I paid attention
to see how it all works

to get where I am.

So don't give me
the holy roller combat.

Sergeant Major Toliver,
if Block kills this sniper,

he saves GI lives.

You understand
what I'm saying?

And if he gets
this stripe,

I'd consider it
a personal favor to me.

Okay. I won't stand
in his way.

Just remember,
I call what I'm owed.

I'll remember.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Sergeant Block.
Hi, I'm Alex Devlin.

I was on the...mine-sweeping
detail this morning.

Hey, check it out.

Listen, I'm a correspondent
for the wire service.

I was wondering
if, um...

we could talk.

What do I want to
talk to you about, sweetie?

Well...

Unless, of course, you want
to talk a little boom-boom.

[ALEX LAUGHS]

No, no.
No, I'm afraid not.

Well...

then get out of my face.

Hey, you owe an apology
here, sport.

Just stay out
of it, Johnny.

Go ahead,
leave it alone.

Sorry to bother you,
sergeant. Come on.

I don't want to
totally alienate him.

What is total to you?

I'm doing a story,
and he's the one--

I know who he is...
and what he does.

That's all I want
to know about him.

A lot of people
seem to feel that way.

You know, I don't know
if guys like that

are crazy
when they come here,

or if what they have to do
makes them crazy.

I just keep my distance.

I'm taking him out
with a patrol in the morning.

I hope that's the last
I see of him.

Johnny, you gotta
get me on that chopper.

Sorry about that.

I gotta get on that chopper.
No!

McKay...

I know for a fact
that all my male colleagues

hop all over this country
with you guys,

whether the LZs
are hot or cold,

and I'm telling you,

I will not be treated
any differently.

You cannot go
on that mission.

Okay, maybe, if it's cool
when I go to pick them up.

All right. You just
got yourself a beer.

[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

All right,
we're going in!

Lock and load!

Lay down some cover!

I said, put some fire
on that tree line!

Get out of the way.

Hey...

[FIRES MACHINE GUN]

[SOLDIERS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

What the hell
is going on back there?

We're gonna quick stop.
Hang on!

Hey, hey!

What's the matter
with you?

Have you lost your mind?

Sergeant!

You pull a stunt
like that again

and I'll have
your hide!

That doesn't play with me.
You got that?

You know, you could screw up
a two-car funeral, buddy.

If this thing works out,
I ought to get the stripe.

This is pretty good
cover here, Block.

You just give us the word,

and we'll be ready
to diddy bop on out of here.

All right.
Let's get on back to the LZ.

We've done our job.

Hey, Ling.

Johnson,
you surprised me.

Well, your brother
told me you were sick.

Just sick with baby.

No, no. Sick with baby
is only in the beginning.

This is something else.

Is not your problem.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.

Look, just tell me
what's the matter.

Is nothing.

Nothing? Look at you.

You're as poor
as a lizard.

Is something wrong
with the baby?

Doctor say
baby wrong side up.

Doctor?

Was that him leaving
when I came?

No. Doctor come
last night.

Give me bark tea.
Make baby move right.

Why didn't you just
come and tell me

instead of going
to some damn witch doctor?

Baby come soon.
No problem. Is okay.

No, it's not okay.

Look, I'm gonna get you
a real doctor somehow, okay?

You know, Ru,
I'm gonna organize a pool

on how long it takes
Sergeant Block to get his man.

Sure wouldn't want to be
in that sniper's place

with Block
coming after me.

Man's good as dead.

I don't know.

He was shooting
pretty straight at us

down on that road
yesterday.

You got a point.

[MORTAR HISSING]

Mortar! Move! Move!

Move!

Move! Move!

Over here! Over here!

I think
they stopped, sarge.

Yeah. Those were 60s.
We're out of their range now.

Yeah, and we're
all in one piece.

Where's Percell?

[MUFFLED GRUNT]

No noise.

Not a sound.

I thought you were
part of my squad.

You're in my jungle
now, boy.

I'll leave.

You're apt to draw
Charlie's attention.

You mess this up
for me,

you stop me
from getting that sniper,

and you're gonna sentence me

to six more months
in this godforsaken place.

That ain't gonna happen.

ANDERSON [OVER RADIO]:
Negate, 2-6.

Percell did not make it
back to Lima Zulu.

Request permission
to go back in after him. Over.

All right, you got
one hour, 2-5. Over.

Roger, 2-6.
Going back in now. Over.

Requesting assistance
from Blue Velvet

en route
to your Alpha Oscar.

He'll be in touch. Over.

Roger, 2-6.
Red Dog 2-5 out.

BLOCK:
I knew it was a farmer.

Tracks lead
right to him.

Sergeant. Sergeant,
check out the tree line.

Get the one in front.
I'll get the other two.

They may not
even see us.

Well, if they do,
there's gonna be a ruckus,

and that sniper's gonna
be in the next county

in a heartbeat.

Just take your knife...

and if they get me,
use that.

[STABS KNIFE]

[GRUNTS]

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

I thought I told you
to grease this dink.

Standing order is
to take prisoners.

I don't think
you quite got a handle

on what's going on
here, son.

Go hide the other two.

Shake a leg
and stay down.

Turn around.

[GRUNTS]

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Red Dog 2-5,
this is Blue Velvet.

What's your location?
Over.

ANDERSON:
This is 2-5,
Blue Velvet.

You just flew over us.
We're at your 4 o'clock.

We found boot prints
headed my November.

We're proceeding in
that direction now. Over.

I'll take a look, Red Dog.

Stay in touch.
Blue Velvet out.

[RADIO CLICKS OFF]

Here's our sniper,

and I got him.

What happened
to the prisoner?

He tried to run.

So long, Papa-san.

[RIFLE FIRES]

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

Really good
to see you, lieutenant!

Really good
to see you.

Where's Block?

He took off
out that way.

Well, I sure as hell
can't wait here all day.

You see any trouble,
you get her up quick!

Let's get under way,
sergeant.

Move out now!
That's an order.

So you're the one
that wants a piece of my hide,

huh, lieutenant?

Well, come on over.

Take a big piece.

You back off,
sergeant.

Hey, Greg.

We're not in your
toy chopper now, son.

This is my house.

There ain't no
bad guys here, Greg.

LT, why don't you go
on back to the chopper now?

We'll take care
of things here.

If he likes it here,
we can leave him.

You just about
blew it there.

Get your head
together, now.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
This is the Armed Forces
Radio Network.

Hey, man, you okay?

Bad night.

Keep thinking about yesterday
and Sergeant Block.

Concentrate on
the good things, Dan.

You got through it, man.

We took a prisoner
yesterday, Ru.

Sergeant Block said
he tried to run...

and killed him.

How do you know
he didn't try to run?

I just know that Block
gets off on the killing.

[SIGHS]

You think I should
go to the sarge?

No...

not unless
you can prove

he wasn't trying
to escape.

Look, it'll just be
your word against his,

and all you'll get
is a crazy man on your case.

Yeah.

Where you going
in such a hurry?

What's it to you, man?

What?

You heard me.

You must be going
to see Ling.

Look, where I go and
what I do is my business.

Take it easy,
brother.

Something's wrong,
isn't it?

Man, look,

I know I give you
too much advice

about your
personal life,

and I know I give it
with too much enthusiasm.

So, you know,

if you don't want
to talk about

what's going on,
that's cool.

But I hope you know
I'm in your corner, man.

Yeah, I know.

I mean,
it don't matter

what you do about the girl
or anybody else.

I'm always gonna be
there for you, brother.

I'm there
for you too, man.

So can I owe you
20 bucks at payday?

[BOTH LAUGH]

[WHISTLES]

[DOOR OPENS]

What's going on?

Today is my day, buddy.
I want all of it.

What are you
talking about?

Well, first order of business
is I want those papers signed,

and I want that stripe
in my fist today.

Hey, Greg, now,
calm down a moment, now.

It doesn't work
like that.

This isn't instant coffee
we're talking about here.

We gotta get papers,
we gotta get signatures--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jim.

You're not trying to waffle
on me here, are you?

No, no. Nobody's trying
to waffle on you.

Hey, I did my part, Zeke.

I'm gonna do what I said
I was gonna to do.

Come on, Zeke,
I got his finger.

I don't want
to hear about it.

Now, just between
you and me, old buddy,

people don't appreciate
that kind of thing.

It's important.

No, a trip to the stockade
is what it is.

Now, just calm down.

Give this whole thing
a chance to work.

Man....
Zeke, I'm counting on you.

All right, all right.

Look, Greg...

Do-- Do us both
a favor here.

Go on back
to your quarters,

relax, let me take care
of things, huh?

I got this friend.
A local.

She's fixing
to have a baby.

But she's sick.

See, the baby ain't
sitting right.

She needs a doctor.

What she needs
is an obstetrician,

which is a kind of doctor
we don't have here.

How sick is
your girlfriend?

Oh, she's not
my girlfriend.

She's...just a friend.

Is this your child?

No, ma'am.

At least,
she don't think so.

[SIGHS]

I'm gonna help you
find a doctor,

but do you know what
you're getting yourself into?

What do you mean?

I know how you feel
about her,

but I don't want you
to forget about yourself.

Are you saying
I shouldn't do it?

I'm saying
that in helping her,

you might feel
responsible for her,

which is a big decision
to make any time,

much less when
you're 19 years old,

you're in
a foreign country

and you're
fighting a war.

I-- I think all of us
are some responsible

for the way
things are here.

I guess I am too.

Lieutenant.

Hi.
Hi.

Can I ask you
something?

Yeah, but you gotta
walk with me.

The brass wants
a personal report

on that sniper from
the mine-sweeping detail.

I gotta get my notes.

High-profile action
with the brass, huh?

Very impressive.

Listen, have you
heard the stories

about Sergeant Block's
collection of fingers?

Yeah.

What do you think?
Rumors or what?

I think it's a brutal
and barbaric war.

Is that part of your story?
I don't know.

I don't even know
if I have a story.

I can't seem to get
a personal side to it.

I haven't been able to interview
Sergeant Block himself,

and nobody seems to want
to talk to me on the record

about what
a sniper does.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Well, I guess I'm just gonna
go back to my office

and sit
at the typewriter

and just see
what I can come up with.

Look, for the record,

I won't stand
for taking war trophies,

and I don't know
an officer that would.

It's on the record,
but I already knew that.

TOLIVER:
I don't care if you
just killed Ho Chi Minh!

You knock before
you come in my quarters!

BLOCK:
Hey! What I did ain't funny,
and it wasn't easy!

I'd like to see you
go up against a sniper!

What would you do,
kill him with paper cuts?

Blow that cheap
cigar smoke in his face

until he puked
himself to death?

Knock it off!

I'm sure you got a real
good reason, Sergeant Block.

This scumwad is backing out
of my promotion...

after I already
delivered my end.

I think maybe you better
go back to your quarters

and rethink
your strategy.

I don't believe
this is helping your case.

[SNIFFS]

You just
keep it up.

You're gonna
stay out in the bush

till Charlie peels you
like a grape.

You've seen the States
for the last time!

What's this all about,
sergeant major?

Oh, nothing, lieutenant,
just personal business.

Is what he said
about his promotion true?

That's right.
The deal's off.

What's it to you?

For starters, you made a deal
with one of my sergeants,

and I back my people up.

Really?

Well, lieutenant,
you may outrank me,

but your unit's payroll
can still get sidetracked...

or their mail not show up...

or you might find yourself
transferred someplace

where they just love

having a big-city boy
tell them what to do.

Afternoon, lieutenant.

Sergeant major, you show me
the proper salute.

Now, you hold that,
mister.

Are you threatening me,
sergeant major?

No, I--

I think I heard you
threaten me, sergeant major!

No, sir,
I don't think so.

Well, you better not
think it!

You better know.

Now, I am willing to let
this little lapse in judgment

slide for now,

but if you let down
Sergeant Anderson,

all the paper-pushing
in the world

isn't gonna
protect you from me.

Are we communicating,
sergeant major?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Sergeant Block!

Listen, I saw
what happened with Toliver.

If you talk to me,
maybe I could help you.

If you would just
give me a minute...

There was a kid
in my dream last night.

He didn't say nothing.

He just pointed
his finger at me.

You're hurting me.

Eighteen months ago, I watched
that VC boy for 30 minutes...

while he read his mail,

scratched his butt,
picked his nose...

and then I gave him
a third eye...

right there.

After that,
he came every night.

But I fixed it.

Nobody points
at me anymore.

If I could tell
that story,

it would help people
understand you a lot easier.

Maybe when you feel
up to it, if, um...

we could sit down
for a few minutes and talk...

I highly doubt it.

[BLOWS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yo!

Hey.
Hey.

Something wrong, LT?

Yeah. I want you
to reel Block in.

Hang it up.

He went nose-to-nose
with Toliver today.

There's no way he's gonna
get his promotion.

I told him to stay away
from Toliver.

The guy can't seem
to do anything right.

Well, look, LT, if you had
to be perfect to join the Army,

I'd have been
someplace else.

Listen, I can understand

why helping the guy out
means a lot to you,

but he is
out of control.

Give me
one more chance.

Maybe I can
turn Toliver around.

Hey, sarge.

Hey.

TOLIVER: Aah!

Ugh! Aah!

Where's that
son of a bitch?

Wait. Who are you talking about?

Block. He's going
to Long Binh Jail tonight!

I was coming to talk to you
about Block.

I'm hitting
the sack, right?

So I turn off the lights,
crawl in...

What the hell is this?
There's something in my sheets.

So I turn the light
back on, and--

And my bed
is full of fingers!

Oh. Uh, look,
maybe if I talked to--

[RIFLE FIRES]
[GRUNTS]

SOLDIER: Sniper!

[RIFLE CONTINUES FIRING]

Block,
stop shooting!

[SOLDIERS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

Damn it.

I told the MPs where
I thought he was going,

but they didn't agree.

They thought he was
going to Chi Lon.

So maybe I can
find him myself.

I still think you ought
to take somebody with you.

No, I'm faster
by myself, LT.

Maybe you're right.

Block's still
on the loose.

He'll be back here tonight
with that rifle.

Yeah, you can
count on that.

If I don't hear from you
by 1500 hours,

I'm coming after you.

You better.

Take care of yourself,
sergeant.

Thanks.

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[RIFLE FIRES, GLASS BREAKS]

Come on, guys! Hold it down
and tear it up!

That sucker just blew a hole
through my canopy.

[MACHINE GUN FIRES]

Guess you were right about
where Block would be, sergeant.

[RIFLE FIRES]

[RIFLE FIRES]

[RIFLE COCKS]

All right, now,
Greg.

We gotta talk now.

There are circumstances
to consider.

In spite of
everything you did,

Dr. Seymour, she wants
to help you get right.

No doctors, Zeke.

They'll put me in a place
with high fences and soft walls.

I promise you,
I will do everything I can

to get you treated
fairly.

Just come on back
with me.

Come back where?

Huh?

This is where I belong.

Alone, in the jungle...

with the other animals.

This is home now.

That's not right,
and you know it.

You could have killed me easy
last night.

You could have killed me easy
ten times this morning.

We both know that.
There's a part of you

that's still trying real hard,
you know.

He stays here.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg, please.

Please just come on
back in with me.

It's not gonna happen.

Uggh!

Greg.

Hey.

No.

Ahhhh!

Oh, man, why did you
make me do this?

We'll take care
of him now, sergeant.

If he ever tells you
what happened out there,

I'd like to write
the story.

Even for Anderson,
it's gonna take a while

to put this craziness
behind him.

There's so much
that's crazy here.

I guess it makes
every little bit of sanity

that much more important.

Yeah.

That's what I always
liked about you.

You were crazy
before you got here.

Hey, Vinh.

Is your sister here?
I got some good news.

You go now.
Not come back.

No. Hell, no.
What's wrong?

Is something wrong
with Ling?

You be quiet.
Baby come.

Ling and baby asleep.

You must go, please.

I don't understand.

Baby no black.

Baby Vietnamese.

Mr. Fong
will marry Ling now

and have family again.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Fong wife,
child dead.

Very sad man.

He say if Ling's baby okay,
Vietnamese baby,

he marry Ling
and have family.

This his baby now.

Please, you must go
and not upset Mr. Fong.

C-c-can't I just
tell her I'm happy?

If you want her happy,
you must go. Now.

I keep trying
to tell myself that...

That things would have
gotten worse if I, you know,

hadn't gotten involved.

I'm not sure
I believe it.

Maybe I just should
have left it alone.

Maybe...

but you wouldn't be
the man I know

if you hadn't
tried to help.

I don't know,

I just keep thinking
about what they say

about letting
sleeping dogs lie.

Who are "they"?

A hundred times
out of a hundred,

you would have done
exactly the same thing...

and I'd be right
behind you every time.

[SCOFFS]

My hands are
even shaking.

Let them shake.

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