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There was once a man
who transformed himself into an angel.

This is him in 1952.

It was his twenty second birthday.

He'd gotten it into his head that he
was a killer in the looks department.

And I guess that's all it
takes to convince most people.

He had one of the best
jobs in the world.

He was with...

Don't tell me. FBI.

What gave me away?

Attitude maybe.

It's my, uh... First day?

His name then was...

Kevin Walker.

You've been waiting for me.

Third floor.

On that day, he met
his partner, Ron Pirelli.

Ron was making a name for himself
as the life of everyone else's party.

I grew up in New York City.

Every day I open the Herald,
I see pictures of G-men.

They're coming in and out of the
Stork Club, dames on each arm.

Every size and hair color
you can imagine.

Wait a minute, how many
different hair colors are there?

Two FBI men out on the town?

We are going to have
a great time.

It's communism, see?
We're fighting communism.

We're protecting your right to
wear those frilly little dresses,

with your little
low-cut tops like that.

Those beautiful knockers of
yours practically falling out...

Hey, hey, hey! What?

You can't tell a girl her knockers
are falling out of her dress.

All right.
Dumb, dumb.

She might put them back in.

Also, it's not classy, right? To
draw attention to her jugs like that.

That's one way of putting it.

Okay, forget the jugs. Kevin, how can I
forget the jugs when they're all around me?

Why aren't they all
swarming over here?

Don't they know who we are?

Hey, hey,
get a hold of yourself.

Now, you go over that
one more time, okay?

Right.

It's communism, see?

We're fighting communism.

Do you wanna dance?

My name's Kevin.
What's yours?

Cindy.

But you can call me Cynthia.

Is your friend okay, Kevin?

Too soon to call.

Hell, I just met him.

Why, you were watching him?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Justice.

What do you think about justice?

I'm all for it.

No, really, I mean, you're
with the FBI and everything.

And you went to law school.

Do you believe that law is
more important than justice,

or does justice
win out over law?

In the case of a conflict,
which do you choose?

Has nothing I've done over the past
hour had the slightest effect on you?

No, but I'm thinking about you.

Thanks.

No, I'm serious.

I'm trying to figure out
how I feel about you.

So it's very important how I
answer this question, then?

Yes.

If law and justice were in
conflict, which would you choose?

Justice.
I would pick justice.

Law? Kevin!

Justice, I would pick justice!

I think that's wonderful.

So do I.

Now, I'm curious
about communism.

This country is the
greatest country on Earth.

Hold it right there,
buddy! FBI

Those were the early days
when he could do no wrong.

For a poor boy,
this was the city

where life was a party
and the lights blazed hot.

Of course, sooner or later
every light burns out.

What do you know
about the Chinese?

A few live in
my neighborhood, sir.

Yes, but they don't
act Chinese, right?

I'm talking about
the real Chinese.

The ones that live 15 to a
room and can't speak English.

Their women look great.

You should get married, Pirelli.

I'm having too much
fun being single, sir.

There happens to be
120,000 Chinese in the US.

Twenty-five thousand
in San Francisco alone.

What do we know about them?

Their customs are different.
Their language is strange.

For all we know it's true. The stories
about a maze of underground tunnels

crisscrossing Chinatown.

Here's what we do know.

Their country has
fallen to the commies.

Little yellow men are now actively
trying to infiltrate our borders.

I think it's time we found out what's
going on with our local Chinese.

I'm sending you boys
to Chinatown.

Chinatown.

The land beyond the borders of
civilization. Behind the walls of Tong.

Just like China, it was a
world that was torn in two.

A world with its own angels
and its own devils.

The business of the Chinese
people is business.

Who the hell do these Communists think
they are to take away business from us?

They tell the Chinese guy,
"Here, we put rice in your mouth,

"now you go and work
for the good of your brother."

You think that Kai Ai is going to even
bother to get out of bed in the morning?

You take away greed
from the Chinese people,

you take away everything
that makes us great.

You know, I am not the only one

holding this type of
deep philosophies.

We want to help you
get the commies.

Excuse me, Chen Jung Song?

FBI. We'd like to have
a word with you.

Hey, you speak any English?

English? You speak?

It's not funny, boy.

Slow down, pal, or you
could be in big trouble.

I'm stopped.

Maybe I didn't recognize
you were calling my name.

You're not Chen Jung Song? No.

Song Chen Jung. In Chinese,
you say your last name first.

Where were you headed?

I was on my way to the post
office to mail a letter to my mother.

That against the law?

We're interested in your activities
with the Chinatown Hand Laundry.

Yeah, I work in the laundry.
It's a nice clean living.

We have reason to believe that
this is more than just some social club.

That you're distributing
subversive literature.

Yes, some of my buddies, we get
together, compare brands of soap.

Were you responsible for
the strike last November

leading to the five cent
an hour wage hike?

There's murderers
all over the city,

and you are worried about
the cost of doing laundry?

You, what's your name?

Me? I'm Agent Ron Pirelli.

In America, we say
the first name first.

So, Ron, how is the spaghetti?

What spaghetti?

The spaghetti you left
on your shirt.

I hate that guy.

It seems like everyone
can find commies but us.

May I pose a question?

It's always
the highlight of my day.

Well, what if... I
mean, just what if there

aren't any Communists?

What are you saying?

Well, just... Look, Cynthia.

The name of the country is Red
China. The people are Chinese.

The place is called Chinatown.
What else do you need to know?

Not all Chinese
are Communists, Ron.

Tell him about law and justice.
There is a difference, you know.

Oh, excuse me. I guess they just passed over
that during my three years of law school.

You know, it is no wonder
you can't get a date.

Hey. I can get a date
anytime I want!

Hey, hey. Kids.
Please, please.

Would you bring her
a cherry Coke?

We got a one-woman
China relief fund here.

Look, we're not saying that
all Chinese are Communists.

Just some of them.

Mmm?

It so happens that a lot of
girls think it is very attractive

when a man stands up
for what is right.

Not anyone I'd wanna date.

Believe me. No one is going to get
indicted without the proper evidence. Okay?

Ron, I got a bad feeling
about this.

It's obvious that someone like Chen
Jung Song has strong Communist ties.

The evidence we need for an
indictment just isn't coming through.

Look at this editorial he wrote.

Some baloney about the
struggles of the Chinese workers

being the same
all over the world.

We can't lock up a guy
just for writing that?

Yeah, there's this thing
called the Bill of Rights.

We should be able to
find our own loop hole.

Like when Hoover collared that
Ku Klux Klan guy in Louisiana.

What was his name?

You mean Kleagle Clarke?
Yeah, Kleagle Clarke.

He couldn't get a conviction the normal
way, so he caught him transporting a minor

across state lines to hump her.

Or the way they got Capone.

You're under arrest on 22 counts
of federal income tax evasion.

And sending money home
to your mother in China.

What did you say?

I don't know,
I was just thinking.

It is a crime to engage
in any trade with Red China.

And according to this ad,
Song's group has a service

to send money to relatives
in China via Hong Kong.

Now, strictly speaking,
that's illegal.

Yeah, you're absolutely right.
Stupid idea.

Listen, if I come up with one
like that again, punch me before...

Kevin.

Like we're going to prosecute
people for supporting their mothers.

Kevin.

Yeah, real American.

Kevin, you're a genius.

It's part of a great
FBI tradition.

What, you mean find
the law to fit the crime?

Holy moley. Guess who's
on the phone with Collins?

Jane Russell.

I don't know.
We give up.

The director.

I think he's kind of steamed
about not getting any indictments.

Order. Order.

I will not tolerate outbursts
in my courtroom.

Did you prepare for
contingencies, Agent Walker?

And this witness,
Mr. Snyder.

Does he even know
why he's here today?

With all due respect, I don't believe
his understanding of legal procedures...

I don't think he knows
why he's here.

Can you ask him if he
knows why he's here.

He says he's happy to see
how American justice operates.

And it beats washing dishes.

I'm releasing the accused.

Your honor...

And I'm throwing
out this case, too.

Frankly, Mr. Snyder, as we
proceed through these indictments,

the government's case
gets shoddier and shoddier.

Next.

This case is clearly...

The defendant also
participated in rallies...

...in Taiwan.

Next.

And can he get reimbursement

for the bus fare
back to Chinatown?

Order! Order!

The case is dismissed.

You ready to go home?

Hey, yeah.

You know, your
kitchen is really amazing.

You should at least
buy yourself a pot.

But fortunately, I'm nothing if not
resourceful. There's chicken soup,

and there's ice cream for
dessert, sort of happy food.

How could I?

What the hell was I thinking?

Dumb! Dumb!

I'm sorry your cases got thrown out
of court. Some judges are just stupid.

What the hell do you know?

Look, Cynthia,

we tried to convict those people for
sending money home to their parents.

Of course the judge
threw it out.

Did you know
what you were doing?

Did I know?

The entire plan
was my bright idea.

I'm all washed-up.

I guess you just didn't realize
what you were doing. That's all.

And it seems like the only person
who was hurt by this was you.

I'm just happy
you told me the truth.

No more legal shenanigans.

No more innocent Chinese.

That's a promise.

Oh, angel, save me.

I'm trying my very best.

You wanna be taken off
the Chinatown case?

Yes, sir.
If that's at all possible.

Possible?
Everything's possible.

Hell, all these physics
fellows, Einstein and all,

they tell us the universe exists
because everything's uncertain.

I feel I got off on a
bad foot in this matter.

You know what all these are?

Well, I assume
they're legal paperwork.

From 33 indictments.

Every last one of them
thrown out of court.

How would you like each sheet here
stuffed down your cowardly little throat?

I wouldn't like
that at all, sir.

Let me tell you something
about the Bureau, Agent Walker.

You do not spew refuse all over your area
and expect someone to clean up after you.

That's a rule I thought you would
have learned in summer camp.

I didn't attend
summer camp, sir.

We have built a wall,
Agent Walker.

Constructed entirely of the
public's faith in our irrefutability.

Once you shatter
this confidence,

the standards of law
and order disintegrate.

Subversive elements
exploit the chaos,

until this entire nation descends
into the jaws of Godless anarchy.

Sir, it may be possible

to resubmit some of the
defendants on charges of conspiracy.

And this guy, he tell me
that he can take my money,

send to China.

Show me ad in newspaper.

What do I know?

I simple woman.

Make cookie.
Sometimes sweep floor.

So I give him my money.

How much, Mrs. Chen?

One-hundred-fifty dollar.

And the man who recruited
you for this scheme,

can you point him out to us?

Him, Song Chen Jung.

That guy is trouble.

State your full name
for the record, please.

Kevin David Walker.

Thank you. Agent Walker,

could you tell the court what
you discovered in your audit

of the Chinatown
Progressive News.

Agent Pirelli and I found check stubs
establishing advertisements purchased

on 12 occasions
over a two-year period

by the defendant,
Mr. Chen Jung Song.

The witness identifies...

I thought you were at work.

I got the day off.

See, miracles really do happen.

And what were the contents of
these notices purchased by Mr. Song?

They advertised the operation of

a hand laundry
money service by which

Chinatown residents could send
money to their families in China.

Let the record reflect
that such smuggling of funds

out of the United States
and into Red China constitutes

a violation of the United States code,
Trading With The Enemy Act of 1917.

Kevin?

Kevin, what's going on here?

Cindy, not right now, please?

Don't call me Cindy.

You told me you were
gonna change your ways.

Look, can't you see I am busy?

You said you were through
chasing innocent Chinese.

What's innocent?

Can we discuss this later?

Kevin, it's never too late
to say what you really feel.

Agent Walker, would you
like me to repeat the question?

No.

That won't be necessary.

I believe Mr. Song was deliberately
encouraging the Chinese community

to circumvent American law,
given his past political...

Objection, Your Honor,
this is the purest speculation.

Question withdrawn.

Now, when you and Agent
Pirelli approached Mr. Song

on March 17th, 1952,

inquiring about his activities
with the hand laundry association,

how would you
characterize his reaction?

Has the jury
reached its verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honor.

Will the clerk
read the verdict, please?

Number 52, United States
versus Song, Yip and Quan.

We, the jury, find the
defendants Chen Jung Song,

Terrance Yip and Timothy Kwan

guilty as charged in the
first count of the indictment.

Guilty as charged in the
second count of the indictment.

Guilty as charged in the
third count of the indictment.

Guilty as charged in the
fourth count of the indictment.

Guilty as charged in the
fifth count of the indictment.

Guilty as charged in the
sixth count of the indictment.

You know, I feel really
confident tonight. I really do.

Where's Cynthia?

She'll be here.

You know, I gotta tell you,
she can be a real sulker.

You know, maybe she
should wear more makeup.

Sometimes I think she's holding
me back from running off a cliff.

Other times, I think she's
just plain holding me back.

When she starts going off on one
of her moral crusades? Holy moley!

You know, if I listened to her, I'd
be frying burgers at some drive-in.

Or worse yet,
working for the ACLU.

Did you see this?

You showed it to me
10 minutes ago.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, anyway. You're
not just anyone anymore.

She's got to realize that.

Lots of girls are gonna
be going after you.

Hey, you, too.

Yeah, me, too.
I know, I know.

Now that you mention it,
excuse me.

Hey.

Where've you been?
Everybody's been asking about you.

You make me look bad.

Come on, let's dance.

Kevin, I can't stay with you.

Jesus, is that what you
tell me on a night like this?

You're a very deceptive person.

And of course, you deceived me.

Look, it's complicated.

Is it our fault we couldn't find any
hard evidence on those Chinamen?

The Untouchables, they couldn't
find any hard evidence on Capone,

but it doesn't mean
he wasn't a gangster.

I can't believe these
things you're saying.

Can we talk about this tomorrow?

I don't wanna talk.

Well, what the hell do you want?

Do you still love it
when I do this?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

You know, angel,

sometimes you think too much.

That's why you need
a guy like me.

Someone who only thinks
from time to time?

Very funny.

Hey,

you know, if you play
your cards right,

this guy might just
ask you to marry him.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I couldn't say no.

No, you can't.
Can you?

Can you?

Cynthia,

do you wanna get married?

Yeah.

Someday.

I hope you have
a wonderful life.

But I can't trust you anymore, and trust,
it's a horrible thing when it goes away.

You pray and cry,
but it never comes back.

Cynthia, how can you
do this? Are you crazy?

Goodbye, darling, and good luck.

Hey, my friend, Trisha,
wants to meet you.

Cynthia!

Cynthia!

Angel!

What...

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

Why don't you go home?

Cynthia!

Cynthia!

Cynthia!

She will rescue the sick.

She will tend to the needs
of the battle weary.

If a ship is lost at sea
with 100 men,

only one need call her name,

and all onboard will be saved.

It's great to be back.

In 1962,
Song Chen Jung was released

after 10 years in prison.

I'm supposed to wear a hat.

I told him, who wears
hats these days

but South American
dictators and FBI agents?

By 1962,
the man had a new office.

He was 31-years-old.
And he had learned to smoke.

This is Walker.

Kevin, have a seat.

I'll be with you in a minute.

So, how's Trisha and the kids?

Julie went to the dentist
yesterday. No cavities.

He says it's because of
the fluoride in the water.

What do I know?
I just pay the bills.

Chen Jung Song.
Sound familiar?

Sure, it sounds familiar.

I lost a girl over it, remember?

So, get to the news.
I got the Meese Bank fraud,

and a murder in Fresno waiting.

He's out of prison.

We got to put him back
under surveillance.

It's your assignment.

Ronnie, to call this guy
small-time would be a compliment.

Kevin, are you slow today?

No, just stupid.

He's a felon.

Convicted of trading
with an enemy power.

We keep all of them
under surveillance.

This was your case.

Our case.

Besides, I don't see you developing
a sudden taste for egg foo yong.

He's out of prison
and you're going back.

To Chinatown.

You got raise.
You got a raise.

You know your problem?
Too much trouble!

Shit.

What's your problem,
little girl?

I'll swoop down and rescue you.

What are you looking at?
Go home!

Let's go home, Papa.

On his 32nd birthday,

the man decided he'd had enough.

On that day, he decided that
life did not have to be so hard.

Perhaps he could move the father
and his daughter to another city.

Where they could
all begin again.

He would become their angel,

and would love them
and protect them.

And they would have a new life.

Fuck you, G-man!

G-man, I say I fuck you!

I fuck your cripple mother!

I fuck your eyes out!

No, no, listen to me.

Why are you following me?

Please. Please,
I want to help you.

'Cause I'm a Chinaman.

That's the one and only reason!

Fuck you!
Fuck you!

Will you shut up
and listen to me?

I curse you!

I curse you become a Chinaman!

No longer human! No!

Stranger to your own skin!

I can change everything!

No.

No more changes.

I make my own change now.

You Chinaman!

No!

Excuse me, miss?

May I have a word with you?

You were at Papa's funeral.

You saw me?

Relatives were still coming up the
next day asking who was that kwailo.

I'm sorry, kwai-who?

Oh, it means white devil.
Oh, don't take it personally.

Thanks.

I knew your father.

I just want to express
my condolences.

Yeah.

Thanks for catching up with me.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...

It has been nice
meeting you Mr...

Walker.

Walker. Kevin Walker.

I'm really sorry about
what happened to him.

Yeah, well...

We're all sorry, okay?
But let's just leave it at that.

I gotta go.

Can I borrow
your notes? Thanks.

I'll bring the notes
Friday. Promise.

All right.
So talk.

I knew your father.

Do you have anything
to add to that?

I just want to help in some way.

I'm afraid there's
nothing to be done.

He's already in the
ground, Mr. Walker.

Look, can I help you with your
tuition, your books, anything?

I just... I want to...

Oh, God.

Who are you?

I am...

I am...

I don't know whether I should be
alone with you in an empty stairwell.

Goodbye.

I'm a lawyer.

I work for the
public defender's office.

I used to make the
rounds at San Quentin.

Where your father was interned.

I got to know him
while he was there.

He was a good man.

He wasn't a criminal,
your father.

He wasn't spying for the Reds.

All he did was

help hardworking folks send
money back to their families in China.

No one told me any of this.

What did you think he'd done?

Mr. Walker, when someone in the
Chinese community goes to prison,

no one bothers to ask
questions like that.

Shame is not a feeling
we talk about over dinner.

You just can't leave it at
that. Do you understand?

You've gotta try to know
him in a different way.

I tried that already.

He didn't seem very interested.

Maybe he just gave up.

This is my number.

Though you don't seem to have
any trouble finding me without it.

And so he began to tell her of
the father she had never known.

Weaving a thread he hoped
would not soon break,

he gathered information
from diverse sources

and from them
he formed a picture

of a man he began,
at last, to understand,

whose spirit he was now
breathing into his own body.

I found this in his
records at the prison.

He looks so alert,
so full of hope.

I only knew him when
he was old and broken.

But this boy, he's got
the eyes of a warrior.

He was a fighter, your dad.

He was the type who... Who
organized workers for justice.

But in the end, they
all turned against him.

He couldn't take that.

What would you call it?

Shame.

Hey, you know, they don't
teach this in law school, but it's...

It's a scientific fact that sugar's
good for anything that ails you.

Is that so?

When I was growing up, my grandparents used
to make the same claims about hot water.

Hot water? Holy smokes,
you've lived a hard life.

...and the agent looks at him like
he's crazy and says, "What spaghetti?"

And your father replies, "The
spaghetti that's on your shirt!"

Hey, Red, a vanilla
malt for the lady.

Coming up.

I'll tell you, it's hard to find
a decent malt in this city.

A lot of the diners now,
they use powder

with additives a guy can't
even begin to pronounce.

But mark my words, if we
don't hold out for the real thing,

this country is going to be drowning
in chemicals by the end of the decade.

You don't believe me?

Future generations of kids won't be
able to tell a malted from a milkshake.

You want to try first
to be sure?

There's only one straw.

That's okay.

Mmm. Excellent.

Mmm. Excellent.

Thanks for the photo.

I don't suppose you'd be interested in
going out for hot water sometime, would you?

For you? I'd drink hot
water and like it a lot.

Come here. I want
to tell you a secret.

Sugar works better.

Mmm.

Amazing.
I feel better already.

So, where do you come from?

I come from a little corner of
heaven called Columbus, Ohio.

Did you live on a farm?

No, that's a stereotype.

Not all Midwesterners just fell off
the back of a hay truck, you know.

Okay, I did live on a farm.

But it was only
for one or two years.

You're gonna eat that?

It's a delicacy.

Delicacy?

Cripes. Looks like they left
the nails on and everything.

Wish me luck.

When your father came out
of prison, you took care of him.

I thought it'd be my last
chance to get to know him.

I know he loved you.

Did he ever say
anything about me?

I think he said that

he was sorry

and that he'd done his best,

that he wanted you
to forgive him.

Hey, this used to be
a swinging joint where

a guy and a girl could take
a spin out on the dance floor

and fall in love just like that.

Doesn't look like
it's used much anymore.

Do you, uh... Do you
know how to dance?

She will rescue the sick.

She will tend to the needs
of the battle-weary.

If a ship is lost at sea
with 100 men,

only one need call her name

and all onboard will be saved.

What do they call her again?

Kuan Yin.

Kuan Yin?

Kuan Yin.

Goddess of mercy.

No?

Pig's finger.

Kuan Yin wasn't always
the goddess of mercy.

She used to be an ordinary girl.

But when her father
burned down her convent,

she saved his life anyway.

And that turned her
into a goddess.

So it's possible for ordinary
people to become immortal?

Yeah. Through self-denial,

sacrifice, constant love.

It's a lot of work.

Where on Earth
did you learn that?

Sometimes I just pick things up.

Are you sure you're
not really Chinese?

I could be Chinese.

I could be immortal.

It's all a question of will.

But if you spend too
much time being Chinese,

you'd never want to go back.

Go back to what?

Being a regular American
can be downright embarrassing.

When your father
was convicted, hell,

they splashed it all over
the papers like it was VJ Day.

Really?

No one ever told me that.

Don't believe everything
you read in the papers.

It's an ancient
Midwestern proverb.

Resignation?

What is this bullshit? I
ought to tear this up right now.

Don't even think about it, Ron.

I want to quit.

Besides, I stopped smoking and
that officially makes me employable

in the outside world.

I've noticed you
picking up bad habits.

Next I suppose you'll
be eating vegetables.

Look. I'm sorry I assigned
you to the Song case.

Why? I sure as hell ain't.

'Cause you were a damn good agent before
you decided to become an honorary Chinaman.

Don't think your recent efforts to
trash your career have gone unnoticed.

You send this upstairs and your
desk will go flying into the street.

Before, you were a pain-in-the-ass
slob who solved cases.

Now you're just
a pain in the ass.

I guess that means
I'm dressing better, huh?

Don't pull a stunt like this.

The stunt was sticking
around for ten years.

You know, after a while,
you get tired of the circus.

You can keep my floppy shoes
and the big red nose.

I'm not gonna send this
upstairs for another week.

Just think about it, okay?

Once, I shared with
you my only heart.

Today, I write my name
on your walls in blood.

You thought of me as Kuan Yin.

Now remember me by my new name.

Fa Mulan, the woman warrior.

She is the one who takes
her father's place in battle.

Let this be his revenge.

His bloated ghost rising
from the waters of the bay.

His sword deep in your heart.

And so the man waited,

unable to be near her,

unable to end the pain
he had caused.

And six years passed.

♪ And your mind, your mind

♪ Is so full of red

♪ Don't you want
Somebody to love

♪ Don't you need
Somebody to love

♪ Wouldn't you love
Somebody to love

♪ You better find
Somebody to love

♪ Your eyes I say your
eyes May look like his

♪ But in your head Baby I'm
afraid You don't know where it is

♪ Don't you want
Somebody to love

♪ Don't you need
Somebody to love

♪ Wouldn't you love
Somebody to love ♪

It's disgusting.

We've always tried to keep
the Bureau up to date

on potentially
troubling developments.

The Bureau appreciates that,
Dr. Meisner.

Please, call me Buck.

We must say though, Buck, that
not all of your university colleagues

have been similarly forthcoming.

Screw them.
You know something?

They just want to be
popular with the students.

Frankly, some of them are not
above violating a few moral prohibitions

with undergraduate co-eds.

That's disgusting. We'd
like those names if possible.

Well, it's all pretty much
rumor at this point.

That doesn't preclude it
from being fact, Dr. Meisner.

Look, you wanna tell us
what's on your mind?

It's after 1:00 and I skipped
breakfast this morning.

Oh, well. You've been
keeping tabs on the SDS,

the Weathermen and the
Panthers and those fellows, right?

Well, there's a new group organizing on
campus which I suspect will interest you.

The Oriental students.

Now, this problem probably wouldn't
exist anywhere else in America.

But here, almost 15% of our
student body is of Oriental descent.

Maoist study sessions?
This is disgusting.

Well, I think
it's safe to assume

that some of them have
relatives in Communist China.

Who knows who's
really pulling the strings?

You have a Chinese girl
teaching in your law school.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Pretty girl. Marilyn Song.

Yes, she's one of
the faculty sponsors

of this very organization.

Do you have a file on her?

Kevin, is that the one?

If she thinks she's getting tenure
monkeying around like this...

Agent Walker prosecuted
her father.

For being an agent
of Communist China.

It was one of his biggest cases.

Really?

It was a long time ago.

Well, the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

Or should I say,
the cherry blossom

doesn't fall, you know...

...so I was American,
wasn't I?

But my friends, they would
say weird things to me, like,

"Confucius say" or,
"No ticky, no washy."

I didn't know what they were
talking about, so I just laughed, too.

I figured there couldn't be anything
wrong with them, it must be me.

And what were they telling you?

Excuse me?

Your so-called friends. What
was the message in their medium?

You mean, that I'm Oriental?

Asian. Orientals are carpets.

You mean, that I'm not American?

Right on.
Right on, sister.

They say we're not American.

After we were born here?

Got laid at the same drive-ins.

Threw up on Coors.

Watched the same lousy
Godzillamovies dubbed into English. Hey!

You can't absorb that much bad
culture and not be a real American.

If I'm not an American, we should all
just go back from where we came from,

especially the dudes
from Europe.

Otherwise, get the facts,
Jack, this is the face of America.

Right on. And so is yours.

And yours.

And yours.

Well, maybe I just want to see
your passport sometime, okay?

Now, anyone else got other
examples of how the system

institutionalizes these
kind of stereotypes?

Oh, come on, now.

The longer whitey shuts you up,

the longer you remain
his victims.

It's been many years

since I allowed myself
to remember,

but once I knew a man
who loved this country

and no one would believe him
because of his face.

Until finally,
he just lost hope.

Go on, sister.

Anyone got a hanky?

My father was a laundryman
in Chinatown.

And when my mother died, I moved
to Stockton to live with her parents.

My father was a very serious
man, didn't want children around...

So, you never tried
to follow up.

Nail that FBI guy's ass?

How do you know I never tried?

All I can do now is keep
working in the mainstream,

so one day, someone might
actually believe this Chinese woman

who dares to accuse the FBI.

That's what they
want you to think.

That the system is so solid
you can't even make a dent.

Well, the system is rotting
from the inside out.

One good kick, it could
all come toppling down.

What are you talking about?

The courts won't reopen a case
like this. Not after 15 years.

The courts.
Don't make me puke.

If we want justice, we'll
go directly to the people.

You know that slope girl?

She's one hot dish.

You really got to date her?

It was a long time ago.

Wish I'd get an assignment
like that.

She can fry my wonton
anytime she likes.

Are we finished, Agent Byrd, or
would you like to take your dick out

and wave it around the office?

Anyway, I think because of her
story, their next target might be you

and the entire Bureau.

Right, Sherlock. And what about this
Ichiyasu character, we got anything on him?

How about these slope names? Why'd
they make them so hard to pronounce?

No, I checked him out already. He's 28
years old, he's a political science student.

You know, they left together after
that meeting. Him and your girlfriend.

You gonna go check him out?
You want a little backup here?

Stay here, Byrd.
Play with your comb.

Did you do the Chinese
translation yourself?

I suckered some honky from
the Asian Languages department.

Bradley, I think this says, "New
Moon Restaurant grand opening."

What? It says what?

Fuck.

You just can't trust whitey.

I'll have to make up
a new batch.

Why didn't you tell me you
could read and write Chinese?

Why didn't you ask?

Some of us do know
the language of our roots.

Hey. I've been studying
Japanese three semesters now.

Is it my fault I can't
do better than a C-?

Do you really think
anybody's gonna care?

Hey. People care.

Even if they don't know it yet.

See, no one's happy.
Deep in their hearts,

everyone wants
to burn it all down.

You think you've got it
all figured out, don't you?

Good guys, bad guys, who's who.

Let me tell you something. Life is a lot
more complicated than you can imagine.

Hey, put that away.
It's illegal.

Illegal? That's cute.

You're really something.

So what are you
trying to tell me?

This fed guy, years ago?

You kind of liked him,
didn't you?

I hate him.
I hate that bastard.

But you liked him,
you liked the bastard.

Hey, baby, it's not your fault.

We're all conditioned
to love the oppressor.

Look on TV.

All the heroes just happen to be
the same color, have you noticed?

You always did have too
much feeling for whitey.

You need to relax a whole lot.

There's a reason they
made this stuff illegal.

That ain't it.

And I am telling you we can
collar this Ichiyahu guy right now!

Of course we can collar him. We
can collar half the student body.

You wanna try thinking
in the long run for a change?

We have seen this guy
smoking cannabis.

Wait. Wait.

Let's just start at the
beginning, all right?

You say the Orientals are
planning on having this...

This anti-US rally.

This anti-US rally tomorrow.

I can't believe they're dredging up
things we did, what? Fifteen years ago?

Some people hold a grudge.

So why don't we get this, uh,
this Itchi-Itchi kid

on a drug charge and pull the
plug on the whole shedoodle.

Well, that's exactly my idea!

Shut up! Shut up!

All right, this Jap kid.

If it's a liberal judge, if he gets a
good lawyer, he'll be out in six months,

maybe even a suspended sentence.

But what if he's seen
leading the rally?

Then he can't prove a thing
against us.

Just let Hoover get a glimpse
of this kid attacking the Bureau.

The director
will take it personally.

It'll be like the Holly case.

This kid'll be locked up. He'll be lucky if
he's out by the time Agnew's president.

And that's why
we respect our elders.

I wanna nail this punk.

On the university campus today,

another chapter in the recent
student unrest here.

Students of the newly-formed
Asian American Students Association

rallied today to try and
reopen the case

of a long deceased
Chinese laundryman

who they claim was framed as a
communist by the FBI in the early 1950s.

The history of the FBI
is one of constant harassment

and persecution
of third-world people.

They are a secret police of
government agents consistently...

Do I sound like that?

I don't sound like that.

...for the internment of Japanese
Americans in US concentration camps

during World War II.

Yeah, come in.

Hey, man, it's not locked!

Bullshit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bradley Ichiyasu...

Hey!

As Asian Americans,

some of our families date back
in this country 100 years or more,

yet we continue to be treated
as strangers in this land.

We demand the release
of Bradley Ichiyasu.

This is another blatant attempt by the
FBI to persecute an American citizen

for his political beliefs,
on trumped-up charges.

In his brave attempt to redress
an earlier injustice, Bradley...

Hoover wants the girl, too.

Pirelli here. Yeah, who?

Damn, I hate due process!

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

When it shits, it pours.

Ichiyasu made bail.
Turns out he's a rich kid.

Figures. That's why
he wants to dump capitalism.

This way he can rot in jail
like the rest of the poor people.

Yeah, we'll get him
at the trial.

Now, about the girl.

What about her?

Ronnie, it's clear
she's just Ichiyasu's pawn!

I think we're going after
the wrong bait.

But what bait, huh?

This is no pawn.

This is Song's daughter!

The director never realized how involved
she was in all of this, and neither did I,

or I would have never given you
the assignment in the first place!

Are you questioning
my professionalism?

There's never been
much to question.

I'm handing the case over to
Peter Evans and Burt Conway.

Evans and Conway? You mean
the famous comedy team?

They couldn't have gotten a
conviction at the Salem witch trials.

My decision stands, Kevin.

You're not to interfere
with their investigation.

That night, the man offered
prayers to his goddess,

and her words
came back to him again.

Denial and sacrifice,

and constant love.

Oh, Ronnie.

I'm supposed to bring this
to my stakeout.

Par for the course, huh?

Pirelli told me
you were off the case.

Right.

Just like I was off
the Darman case last year.

Special Agent Kevin Walker, FBI.

They appointed me
bathroom monitor this week.

You boys wanna go
smoke someplace else?

Here, let me look at you.

Kevin...

Walker?

You're the one, aren't you?

Pig.

You're testing my patience, kid.

Doesn't matter
what you do to me,

'cause one day, the people are
gonna rise up, and you'll be gone.

I'm not even waiting
for the people.

I already am gone.

Do you love her?

What?

What the fuck
kind of question is that?

This isn't the fucking
Dating Game!

I want you to tell me the truth!

This attack on me, was it
her idea, or was it yours?

It was all my idea,
you fucking moron.

You do love her.

Just my fucking luck.

What's this?

Cheat notes
on the poli sci exam.

So don't leave them
lying around the cafeteria.

Chen.

Chen Jung Song!

This is his file!

No!

Pass them on to your friend.

What kind of trick is this?

Well, I'm sure she'll be able
to tell you if it's a trick.

She's a bright girl.

Probably too bright for you. But
that's probably none of my business.

Try and make her happy.

Restrain yourself.

Who do you think you are?
Her father?

Yeah.

That's me.

Chen Jung Song.

And that's my calling card.

Oh...

There's something you forgot.

Something I forgot?

When you were arrested,

you forgot to flush
the evidence.

Don't get many calls
from you these days.

What's wrong?

You don't want it?

If I keep it,
I'm going to have to use it.

I can't clear his name
without ruining yours.

I always thought that
was sort of the point.

Law or justice.

Sometime, in every person's
life, they've gotta choose.

I did a long time ago.

Now I'm picking up the tab.

I wanted to ruin your life,

but not like this.

Let's just say it's a
mixed bag for both of us.

Then I want you
to have something.

I kept this

to remind myself
to avenge his death.

Yeah. I like that.

It's sort of a little
piece of my past.

What...
What happened to you?

Is that all you want
from me? Is one kiss?

If one kiss
is all you need to live,

then live two lives.

Many lives.

Happy lives.

You know,

some loves are impossible,

but they are loves
just the same.

I love you.

Who got it?
Obviously, the papers got it.

He took that file
right out of your office.

What'd you do?

Walk over to The Examinerand
drop it in their mail slot?

I tried to stop him,
but he was too fast.

Where's the evidence on
Ichiyasu you took from my precinct?

That's the crux
of the entire case.

Where is it? Where's the file on Song?

I lost it.

The file? The evidence?

How can you possibly lose
an entire classified file?

Or a bag of state's evidence?

I'm sorry.

Do I even know you anymore?

What the hell have you been
doing here all these years?

Is your real name Yuri, or Ho
Chi Minh? Or just plain moron?

My name...

My name is Chen Jung Song.

Some people live their
lives under a blessing.

Others beneath a curse.

A man may wander
in confusion for years,

shunned by his friends,

a stranger to his own skin,

only to discover one day that
he has blessed the life of another.

On the day of my wedding,

Kuan Yin, the goddess of mercy,

looked down and took pity
on a man in love.

On that day, the G-man
spread his wings

and was delivered directly

to heaven.