All language subtitles for The Sympathizer - 0101 - Death Wish.NHTFS.En.cat

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I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook,
a man of two faces.

I was cursed to see every
issue from both sides.

I was a communist agent
implanted in the South.

Winter, 1975.

Claude asked me to meet him
in front of the cinema.

He was a fan of Charles Bronson.

Yes, that's right.

I know that last time, I'd said
the movie was "Emmanuelle",

but she was leaving.

The movie was definitely "Death Wish".

Hey, you know what that is?

- Jesus.
- What?

Man, you stand out like a
sore thumb in this town.

- Ahh.
- But still, you manage to surprise me every time.

Yeah, training. Training,
my friend. You'll get there.

You know, by the time
I'm through with you,

you'll be able to blend in with

the Harvard rowing crew.

- Do I know what what is?
- What?

No, no, no, a death wish.

A death wish. Does that
mean anything to you?

But something was clearly off.

A death wish. Does that
mean anything to you?

My wishes are all for life...

- despite everything.
- Aww. Well, keep your chin up.

Chin up. This war's not
over yet. Come on.

I saw it stateside.
Crude to say the least.

But a primer for existentialist
philosophy, you know?

Plus a score by Herbie Hancock.

I mean, that is just fantastic.

You don't hear that every day.

I-I think you'll be cozy
right about there.

This is my general
preferred seating area.

Optimal sound, picture large enough

to fill your field of vision.

I thought she was under my charge.

Where's my translator?

He's saying, "Where
did you get the list?"

I think you'll appreciate this.

Not at first, you won't.

You'll lock all this up in a little box,

but in the future, when you
look in that box again,

and you will, it'll remind you

that your contribution to this war

has been substantial.

So, keep your eyes glued to the action.

Be proud of yourself.

At least half as proud as I am of you.

Well, half proud is about my maximum.

Half. Exactly.

I am half and half.

Biracial, bilingual,

a synthesis of incompatibilities.

Claude, from the CIA,

was the key figure who taught
me the ways of America.

He offered me education
and the latest pop culture.

Like all his countrymen,

he thought he could buy my loyalty.

The key figure who taught me the ways

of the South Vietnamese
was about to enter.

The General was in charge
of the Secret Police.

His name sparked fear
in the hearts of the North

and in much of the South too.

Mm, I didn't expect you to
be here. You never come.

I thought it'd be good training for your

ambitious aide-de-camp.

It wasn't my idea.

She was under my charge,
and I obviously had to...

You obviously did very
well in capturing her.

But you're too soft
on the follow-through

with someone as pigheaded as she.

Dumpling's an old hand.

Let him show you the ropes.

I read your notes. Excellent quotations.

How do you know the
Communist stuff so well?

Well, I study, sir.

One thing you can say about the commies,

they're not hesitant
to use forceful rhetoric.

It's very seductive.

Like that quote from Trotsky:

"What is to be done?"
"What is to be done?"

Uh-uh. Pretty sure that's Lenin.

Well, to be accurate,
it's Chernyshevsky.

Lenin was just quoting him.

Ahh. Aha!

Did you have any plans for after this?

Can you pick up my dry cleaning?

I need a pressed shirt for a dinner.

She looked at me with
a particular hatred,

and she had every reason to.

♪ All my friends know the low rider ♪

♪ The low rider is a little higher ♪

Uhh...

♪ Low rider drives a little slower ♪

♪ Low rider knows every street, yeah ♪

I wasn't impressed by
the originality of her insult.

People have been spitting
on me and calling me bastard

since I was a kid.

Although, sometimes, for variety,

they call me bastard before they spit.

You look queasy. Am I
making you uncomfortable?

No.

Come on, man. This is
your fuckin' assignment.

See it through.

You afraid to get your beak wet?

Show me. Show me, precious.

Get your nose in that shit

and nuzzle.

This is damp, man.
It's damp, it's moist.

This is counterintelligence.
It gets wet down here.

You should want this.

You should wanna
taste the interrogation.

Mm-mm-mm... Here it comes.

Can smell it.

Yoo-hoo. There she is.

A little chocolate-covered treat.

So what did I do when those dogs

pawed at her shit?

What could I do?

Tried to remember the last time
I still felt beauty and hope.

Because what is it that
makes this struggle worthy

of enduring such sacrifice?

That's right. I'm talking about hope.

The hope I feel when I'm with my family.

Not just my birth family,
but my brothers.

My blood brothers. Bon and Man.

Ahh!

Hey.

Our friend Bon's father had
been killed by the Viet Cong,

so we knew we could never
win him to the people's cause.

Man and I had to hide
our true identities.

"Except for you",

he said.

How am I supposed to sound
"encouraging" in my speech

considering the imminent collapse

of the entire Northern front?

General, the American
Congressional delegation

isn't expecting military updates.

They know the situation all too well.

There is irony in who
is to inspire whom.

Well, what they wanna hear, sir,

is that we still share a purpose:

the Mission Civilization,
a faith in the good fight,

the American way, et cetera.

A sophomore debate team for a
Fort Leavenworth alum like yourself.

That is true, and my English
is more and more impeccable

since I hired you.

- Is that not correct?
- Impeccable. Tough word.

Let us show it off.

Write up some notes for the speech.

Understood, sir. I will argue

vociferously against
the American withdrawal.

America is not going anywhere.

Secretary Kissinger confirmed that.

He's a man of his word,

and a laureate of the Nobel Prize.

And give me plenty of
quotations in the speech.

- Both sides.
- Both sides?

You mean the Americans and ours?

No. I mean the commies and our morals.

Oh, shoot. Uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, when you mentioned,
uh, commies' morality,

you reminded me of
something. One second.

Hurry up. I'm starving!

This is it.

"Asian Communism and the
Oriental Mode of Destruction"?

- Richard Hedd?
- It's a gift from Claude.

He says it's all the rage at
Langley and the Pentagon.

If we pull a couple of choice quotes

and you casually tear them apart,

everybody will be impressed
by your intellect, sir.

Who else but you would have
such authority to speak

on the Oriental mode of destruction?

I'll make some crib notes.

I lived at the General's house

like a manservant,

which was humiliating.

But fortunately, the old French
colonial mansion was so massive,

I still had enough privacy
to do my real work.

Uhh...

Must be a very serious gardening problem

for you to call me at my office.

When?

See what I mean? Better than the movies.

Wow. Big talk.

First reports claim that
six persons were killed

and 22 wounded in pre-dawn attacks

in Central Saigon this morning.

The American Embassy is asking citizens

to remain calm...

Ha! Hey! How's it hangin', Hein?

Claude!

- Evening.
- It's been a long time.

Sure. You know, nothing is more enticing

than a taste of Madame's pho,

but, uh, it's madness at the Embassy.

And, uh, nothing spells friendship

like American liquor.

- Oh.
- That's for you, pal.

The General likes to impress
Claude with his English skills,

but sometimes, he
wanted me to translate.

That's when you knew
things were serious.

- Uh, Claude...
- I got a gift for you, too, my friend.

Here's the new Isley Brothers.

- Ah... amazing.
- Yeah, hot off the presses.

You know, it's gotta have
a little funk in the blood.

Yeah, quiet as it's kept, you
know, I'm 1/16th Negro.

Psst.

The plane!

- Request the plane.
- Uh, we need a plane... to America.

So do we all. So do we all.

I'm afraid that all we can
offer is a black flight,

off the books, C-130.

That's not enough.

If word gets out that
you're fleeing the country,

you know there'll be fuckin'
riots in the streets.

I'm not fleeing.

I'm retreating. Temporarily.

So keep this strictly confidential.

You must limit your passenger list.

Uh...

- What...
- Uh...

uh, please, do not abandon us.

- Psst.
- Uh...

Don't forget to destroy the documents.

Contact me directly when you're done.

I'll get you two planes. Scout's honor.

The General knew as well as I did

that there would be no additional plane.

Claude knew that we knew.

And we knew that Claude knew.

What they didn't know

was that I had no intention
of getting on that plane.

I'm tired. I think I'll call it a night.

Hey, I'm telling you. When you check
this out, you're gonna love it.

Uh, on-on-on side two, right?

The second track, uh, they,
they cover Todd Rundgren's...

- you know "Hello It's Me"?
- Please, just shut the fuck up.

Boom! Boom!

I could shoot the life out
of you, you little prick.

You got big...

This is the full list.
Select the passengers.

I'd risked so much
to get that staff list,

and the General himself
just handed it over

like the morning paper.

Only I knew that the General
was soft on the inside,

so he left it to me to do the hard work.

Instead of picking who would go,

I began by crossing off
who we would leave behind

to face a harsh trial.

Was I feeling guilty? No.

I was eager to testify to their guilt

at our revolutionary court.

General.

It tastes cheap, but I
better get used to it.

Our president has resigned.

That... coward... that foolish...

No, I-I can't think of the English word.

There are many colorful options,

but, uh, let's just go with "chicken".

Ah.

Half of those confidential
documents concern the U.S.

Those Americans started these
crusades against communism,

but now they're bored,

and we've been taken for suckers.

Final list?

Uh, yes. Made the selection
based on loyalty and ability.

It was rare for the General
to show his mutilated foot...

to expose his vulnerabilities.

It was an opportunity
I couldn't pass up.

I have one personal request.

Could we spare three spots

for my friend... Bon?

- Ah.
- His son is my godson.

If all of our soldiers were
as brave as the Airborne,

we would've won this war.

Thank you, sir.

We will live to fight again.

But for now, we're well and truly...

"Fucked"... will work just fine.

Do you know of any toast

from your college years in America

for a future that looks unclear?

"Here's", uh, "blood in your eye".

I have no idea what that means.

Here's blood in your eye.

Making the list was far from simple.

To select the most capable officers

and to help them escape would
be counter-revolutionary.

But to select the most incompetent

would naturally raise
the General's suspicion.

So, I selected those incapables

who appeared capable.

In defense of this corny moment,

I would like to clarify that
we established this tradition

when we were 14 years of age.

Hey!

You better listen to your mother.

Everyone's ready to go.
You're holding them up.

At least turn off that silly song.

Why can't we go to Paris?

'Cause in Paris,

you wouldn't be able
to use all those handy

English expressions I taught you, hm?

Come on. You'll like America.

Young people do. I did.

Sir, I guess this is where we part ways.

I trust that, under
your able leadership,

your group will get away just fine.

You're in front of the line.

Thank you, Claude. And thank America.

Yeah, I'll pass that along.

What about you? Do you
have an escape plan?

Come on, we're CIA.

We'll figure somethin' out.

Oh, boy.

Gosh, think I'll take ya up on that.

Leave the keys in the ignition
when you leave it.

I would not want 'em to damage
it when they steal it.

Sure thing.

General's a good guy.

You're right.

Guess he forked out a lot
of his personal stash

to bring along a lowly
subordinate like myself.

Yeah.

Yeah, we should've
slipped out in the night

before we had to run away.

I don't like it. Makes me blue.

It's like that Dion song.

♪ As I walk along ♪

♪ I wonder what went
wrong with our love ♪

♪ A love that was so strong ♪

Oh, my little runaway.
I guess that's you.

Del Shannon.

That was Del Shannon.

Teacher's pet. Alright.

See ya stateside.

The buses will come to
transport you to the plane.

If you can't understand me,
find someone who can.

Stop asking the U.S. Marine
Corps for food and drinks.

This is not a Burger King.

Plane 34! Plane 34, now loading!

Right on this line right there.

Keep it movin'.

Yup. Right there...

Plane 34 is reserved for my group only!

Who are these people?

Ain't no first class
here today, General.

Two to a seat. Vietnamese
asses ain't that big anyhow.

You bastard! Who bought you off?!

Come on now. We ain't
got time for second guesses.

Nut to butt. Nut to butt!

Let's go, let's go!
Move it, move it, move it!

Everybody on! Find a seat!

Move, move, move!

Get on the plane! Your
friends are gone, man!

♪ I'ma walkin' in the rain ♪

♪ Tears are fallin'
and I feel the pain ♪

♪ Wishin' you were here by me ♪

♪ To end this misery ♪

♪ I wonder ♪

♪ I wo-wo-wo wonder ♪

♪ Why, why-why-why-why-why ♪

♪ She ran away ♪

♪ And I wonder where she will stay ♪

♪ My little runaway ♪

♪ I run-run-run-run runaway ♪