All language subtitles for The Sympathizer - 01x03

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What is it?

I just wanted to make sure.

'Bout what?

About Dumpling.

What brings you here,
this late at night?

I'm so sorry...

Why would you bother coming
all the way here just for this?

Do as you see fit.

You know... what is to be done.

Let's go back to sleep.

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I want'a do something... ♪

He stinks of booze.

♪ Right now ♪

And? Had you been drinking?

Huh?

Comrade Commandant!
How could you even ask?

All right, all right.

So what happened next?

Um...

When I shared with Bon
the General's evasive words,

my friend just laughed in my face...

"That's the General! Whatta you want?"

"He never tells you what to do..."

"... but you better do it,
or he'll do you".

Comrade Commandant,

the instigator is at it again!

This damned camp
can't function without me...

Wait. I'll be back shortly.

Get him a pen and more paper.

Look, in these situations,

you have three options:

Which does the General want?

A public execution,
an unfortunate accident,

or a mysterious disappearance?

A public execution disguised as
an unfortunate accident, obviously.

In that case, it should be
an armed robbery.

I'll make it look like that.

No, this is my job.
The General asked me to do it.

You don't have any experience.

And you do?

We're talking about a targeted
assassination here.

It's not like parachuting down
blasting a sub-machine gun.

The thing is...

I wasn't exactly just
a regular paratrooper.

What?

I guess you heard of it,
the F-6 program?

What?

Sorry,

I never told you. Or Man.

F-6 was a top-secret program,

you know what that means.

The F-6, the Grim Reaper.

It was horrifying
to learn that my friend

was a trained assassin who had
killed dozens of our comrades.

But honestly, it was also a relief.

I wasn't the only one who'd
been lying all these years.

And I could use his expertise.

Wait, I can help with that.

Look.

It's time for his candy.

There, look at that...
Same thing every single day.

It's been the same pattern
for the past week.

You know what?

You've gotten really talkative lately.

What's up with you?

Say something?

You just said I'm too talkative.

Noon.

Like clockwork.

That's right, they just had twins.

Twin boys? Or a boy and a girl?

I don't know.

Fuck!

What's wrong with you?

Just... why'd she have to bring
the fucking babies...

I mean, the fuckin' stroller!

I didn't want to see them.

You were always going to see
them. At the longevity party.

Longevity party?

Aw, fuck, don't tell me... ?

We're invited.

He dropped them off at the liquor store.

Dumpling's so proud his mom's
turning eighty...

He said:

The way things are going,

I bet she'll outlive me.

I wonder how Man's doing?

If he didn't make it out,

he's probably being fucking
tortured as we speak,

in some prison called
a reeducation camp.

Fuck it.

Bon, no!

Bon, stop! What if someone sees us?

Quiet street, easy exit to the freeway.

This neighborhood's a hotspot anyway...

So if we take his wallet,

the police will think it's
a robbery gone wrong.

Are you crazy? You wanna do it
here? Where his family lives?

Look...

This is the kill zone.

Between the car, the wall and
the canal, we'll have him cornered.

One shot, either behind
the ear or the forehead,

depending on which way he turns.

Either way, it's gonna be messy.

You ever seen brain splatter?

Yeah, of course, one of my favorites.

You know what I hate?

When it gets in your mouth.

It's all chunky and black,
with these little flecks

of congealed blood in it...

I'm afraid my son's left for work.

And my daughter-in-law has taken
the twins out for a stroll.

So it's just me at home.

Alone. As usual.

I see.

Well, we'll come back
some other time then.

You've come all this way
and you're just going to leave?

Weren't you just on your way
out yourself, auntie?

Uh...

Oh, no...

No...

Yeah.

It seems the Major has developed
quite the sweet tooth.

Oh, no. Those are for distribution.

He wants to get rich.

Like a real American.

Ah, look at me! I'm
being a terrible host.

We can't do it in the car port.

Not with his mother always here.

See... this is exactly what
I was worried about with you.

She'll hear everything.

But to her, it'll sound like
a car door slamming!

Keep it down. Her hearing seems fine.

My god, she's ancient!

Can we go now, please?

No, no, you must stay.

I have a very special treat for you...

I even have to hide it from my son!

"Paille d'OR" biscuits with raspberry.

Now what were you saying
you don't like to eat?

Just now? Outside?

- I'm sorry?
- Something chunky...

And black...

with congealed blood in it?

We're putting together the menu
for my party on Saturday.

Black pudding. Uh...

Bon has an aversion to "black pudding".

Black pudding?

A blood pudding.

Very similar to our Ti ết Canh.

Ah, don't worry!

It's a longevity party; We'd never
serve anything like "black pudding".

Now tell me, Captain:

Why haven't you found
yourself a wife yet?

You're so handsome. So smart.

You know why.

Oh, that?

Nonsense!

This is America!

They say in this country,
no one cares if you're a bastard.

Now promise me you'll bring
a date to the party!

And what brings you here
out of the blue?

I just thought I'd drop by.

'Kay. We might, uh, need
to add another ground rule.

No surprise visits.

You look nice.

You're not too shabby yourself

for someone just "dropping by".

Have you ever been
to a longevity celebration?

No.

But did I maybe see one
on an episode of "Star Trek"?

You want me to go with you?

If I do say yes...

how will you introduce
me to other guests?

Uh...

Why do I feel that, however
I answer, I'm doomed?

This isn't a trap.

Come on, baby, relax. You're
far too tense sometimes.

True, I agree, but

does that mean you're coming with me?

Call you tonight.

Heartbreaking.

Are you...

are you following me?

No, no. This is pure coincidence.

Hence my astonished expression.

I didn't know you had a dog.

Oh, this thing. Yeah, it's a good prop.

Nobody pays much mind to a
homosexual walking his foofoo dog.

Are you a homosexual?

I'm whoever I need to be.

Just like you.

Is he CIA-issued?

Oh, let's just say he's
susceptible to suspicion.

Speaking of which, uh, any leads
on the General's suspicions?

Uh, did your man in Saigon

turn up anything worth looking into?

Quell the General's anxieties, stat.

Tell you why. Because we need him.

But now he's just an
impotent clown, isn't he?

Yeah, but he's still the king.

A clown with a crown.

So, stop your waffling, get out there,

and get me some goddamn proof.

It would also serve you well.

Remember, you're the one who brought up

this candy business in the first place.

Unwrap a few treats for
the General to suck on.

Proof?

We could just call the Major
into the "Yellow Flag",

rough him up a little.

But what are we gonna do
if he flat-out denies it?

Keep in mind, this is America.

If only we were still in Vietnam

where you could torture
civilians with impunity, right?

Am I really supposed
to pick that up now?

Well, a civic-minded homosexual would.

Christ. You're right.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
don't eat it now. Christ.

Look, what if I can't turn up any proof?

Well, then you move
on to the next guy...

and the next guy, and the next
guy, and the next after that

until you figure somethin' out.

And one more thing.

Can you do somethin' with this?

Let's go.

Ignoring the fact that patience

is the spy's number one virtue,

I decided to ask Man one last time.

The Major was an innocent man,

or as innocent as anyone in that army.

And still no directive from
Man on whether or not

I should kill the Major.

I started to wonder
if it was a silent "no"...

or a silent "yes".

Why is he still here?

Urgh, I'm starving.

See, I told you. It's not so simple.

We need to track his routine for...

A month...

Now, who's this fucker?

A dude with a toothpick...
Always spells trouble.

Ah, fuck it.

Hey, hey.

Major?

It's not what it looks like.

What does it look like?

He's my business partner, okay?

What kind of business?

Oh, well, uh... the thing is...

Alright, I'll level with you.

I have a small export business
going on the side.

You mean that?

Expired candy.

I collect it and sell it
at discounted prices.

Look, I'm just trying to bolster
the black market in Saigon,

which also destabilizes
the commie regime's economy...

Saigon?

So Major, you're saying...

That you're hawking rotten American
candy back to our own people?

They're not rotten!

I mean, sure, they're past
their best-by date,

but that doesn't mean they're rotten!

Just like my mom...

Still fresh!

Please don't tell the General.

He wouldn't understand.

- Oh, I think he might...
- No. Please.

It's a new world here.

You can go anywhere,
climb to any heights,

as long as you make money first.

And in America, we don't have to stay

just a chink and a bastard.

And if you fully commit to this land...

you become fully American.

But if you don't...

you're just a wandering ghost

living between two worlds,

forever.

Sound wisdom.

"Embraced in the arms of
the man I was meant to kill,

I suddenly thought about his mother".

How far did you get?

"Embraced in the arms of the man
I was meant to kill..."

"... I suddenly thought
about his mother".

Are you sure you guys are refugees?

You know Asian families.

I wonder how he scraped
up enough for all this.

- Ms. Mori?
- Thank you.

One moment, I'll be right back.

Betrayal.

By whom?

Isn't it obvious?

The Major?

How dare she humiliate her father

in front of all our people?

And how dare the Major permit her
to whore herself out on stage?

I wouldn't be suffering this humiliation

if you had just done
your fucking job already.

I thought I should be generous

and let him celebrate his mother's 80th.

"Generous"?

You think you're in a position

to grant such generosity?

Wow. Thank you. Thank you. Wow.

Okay, um, could everyone please, uh,

find their assigned seats?

Oh, um...

Ladies and gentlemen...

I have prepared a very special
gift for my mother.

Oh mother...

When I touch my belly button...

I remember you and I...

Were tied together by a familial cord.

- Lana.
- Not the schoolgirl you once knew, hm?

Well, uh, congrats.

Looks like today's also your graduation

from living as, uh,
"someone's daughter".

And you?

You graduated from
"someone's aide-de-camp"?

I hope so.

You have a wonderful voice.

Thank you.

Uh, this is the General's daughter.

I mean, Lana, and, uh, this is my boss.

I mean, my girlfriend, Ms. Mori.

Sofia.

Come on, let's have a drink.

It's a party, isn't it?

I'll come with you. What are you having?

- Margarita?
- Uh, sure, if you can find one.

- Sonny.
- Sofia.

You are my home, and my heart...

Wherever I have been...

You have been with me.

Thank you, my son.

A longevity party wouldn't be complete

without the words of a special guest.

A Green Beret who served
alongside us for four years

and who still fights
for our people today

in the halls of the U.S. Congress.

Please welcome our friend,
Congressman Ned Godwin!

Holy shit. Napalm Ned himself.

Thank you. Thank you, Major.

Did I interrupt your introduction?

I apologize.

Just take a look at the card there.

Oh. Uh, welcome, Congressman.

Your commitment to our people

is as clear as the scars on your hand.

Whoa. This old thing?

These wounds are nothing
compared to the scars

inflicted on your homeland.

It is a true honor to be here
with you today to celebrate

the longevity of this
wonderful Vietnamese lady.

And please accept this gift
as a symbol of the fellowship

between our two countries.

You know, when I was
fighting the Viet Cong,

this handcrafted American blade

was the best ally I had.

It saved my lily-white
ass more than once.

It's bad luck to gift
a Vietnamese person a knife.

They sever relationships.

What a dickwad.

This is a, this is a gift.
Hold this right here.

You know, looking out
at your proud faces today,

it reminds me of something
dear to my heart.

The great promise of America.

The promise of the American Dream.

The promise that America

is the land of freedom and independence,

land of heroes who will not relent

in the cause of helping our
friends and smiting our foes.

One day, America will stand tall again,

and it will do so because of
courageous immigrants like you.

And on that day, in gratitude,
America will hear your plea.

America will offer its assistance.

And on that day, General Trong,

who fought bravely at my side
in the Northern Highlands.

Listen well, the land you have
lost will once again be yours.

Long live Vietnam!

Communism never wins.

Capitalism will triumph.

Long live Vietnam!

America! Vietnam! America! Vietnam!

Machine gunnist, hey. Cheers.

Inspiring words, Ned.

Well, they have the added
benefit of being true.

And the generous gift
of your personal knife.

Oh, no, no, no, that's just
a, a... It's a good replica.

Congressman,

this is the young man
I was telling you about.

He's my Chief of Communications.

As you can see, he is of mixed race.

Oh, yeah.

Everyone please go up and take a photo!

Don't worry about it.

Let me introduce my twins.

Spinach, because of that
American "Popeye" cartoon.

Popeye eats spinach
and become all-powerful.

- Uh-huh.
- And then, Broccoli just come naturally.

Strength and health!

This country isn't for the weak.

Your business, let me in.

They are cute, right?

Go to the second row.

Why?

You think you're getting photographed

in the first row with that mini-skirt?

The whole world would see
your legs! Now hurry!

You know what was funny
about the speech back there?

I have a feeling you're
about to tell me.

Mm. Freedom and independence, democracy.

That's similar to the slogan
the Communist Party uses.

A slogan is an empty suit.

Anyone can wear it.

Hey, I like that. Mind if I use it?

Your friend, he's interesting.

He seems proud to flirt
with the graffiti underground.

- He's not my friend.
- Okay, everybody here?

Are we all here?

Hold it!

Can someone turn that mirror ball off?

Stay healthy, mother!

Many people love you!

Son, my hearing is still good!

Twins! Smile!

They were born here.

In English, speak in English.

Spinach, Broccoli. Cheese!

- Smile.
- Cheese!

The Americans showered our people

with the American candy.

They got us hooked on the stuff.

So, you box up the expired candy,

and then that guy ships them to... ?

Hong Kong. And our guy in Kowloon

disguises the packages

as the North Korean-donated
school supplies.

- Right.
- Then, he ships them on to Saigon.

No one is going to touch
the donated school supplies

from a fellow socialist ally.

Oh, you should put one of
these on your bumper, too.

- Thanks.
- Hey.

Look at us! A pair of real Americans!

And next weekend, we are gonna celebrate

our first Independence Day in America.

I heard it's a real party.

And this year, even bigger because

it's one year before the Bicentennial.

There will be no sky, just fireworks!

Fireworks.

A Chinese invention, of course.

The fireworks may be loud...

But better safe than sorry.

Oh, yeah...

Are you an idiot?

Why would you wear those shoes?

For fuck's... I'm a novice!

Yeah, but even so you should know that

no one wears dress shoes
with a sweatshirt.

Everything begins with common sense.

Just think about it.

Where are you going
to stop the Dumpling?

Well, I guess...

Right before he gets to the front door?

He'll be relaxed thinking he's home.

If you show your gun there,

he'll just make a run for the door.
Do you see that?

Make sure to lead him to the space

between the car and the wall
before you shoot him.

I know, I know.

Then what's next? Tell me.

Get him to turn around. No...

Make sure he doesn't turn around...

No, get him to turn around.

You will never be able to pull
the trigger if you see his face!

Did you pick that on purpose?

I thought it might put him at ease.

Why?

Too ironic?

Major.

Hey!

Ahh, that funky smell.

Thank you.

Is it Halloween or something,

like, wearing costume
and handing out treats?

You look like you're full white now!

That way.

Has my business made the General angry?

Tell him I'll cut him in. 50/50.

I told you not to turn around.

When?

40/60. Okay, like, 20/70.

The remaining 10 goes to you.

- Turn around.
- You said don't turn around.

Just do what I say, for fuck's sake!

You're not the sort to shoot a man
while you can still see his eyes.

Especially, if that man is the one
who extended his hand...

From a plane... And
pulled you to freedom.

Fireworks are over.

Move, Bon! Let me take care of it!

Come on, Bon! Move!

Shut up, you idiot! Stop using my name!

Please don't.

Hello?

It's done.

Good.

Can you write a eulogy for me?

Uh, sir?

They'll be holding a funeral soon,

and I have a feeling

that they'll ask me to give a eulogy.

I mean, who else?

Try it.

Just like the good old days.

Good night.

Why, of all things...

Did you have to pick that
stinking durian as a gift?

You smell like shit. You should
wash your hair again.

You think he really was a spy?

Who cares?

He was guilty of something.

Crazy fuck!

Ah!

So you're finally ready to address
that incident in depth.

Very good.

I've been looking forward to it.

Let me go back to the start.

Allow me to introduce
our wiliest adversary.

You heard about the dual-bomb
attacks in Bình Duong? Yeah?

They used a modified wristwatch
as the triggering device?

You're talkin' about
a double detonation kill

and then a second kill on the rescuers?

You mean "The Watchman"?

Well, that was his country nickname
when he was a solo act.

But now he's the leader of a band,

churning out hits with
such perfect timing,

we know he has an inside ear.

Certainly not how I imagined him.

Yep, we played over 100 different songs

to see which spiked his adrenaline.

As a consequence, we've been
blaring this particular ditty

for the past five days nonstop.

Now, funny thing, these Commies,

they'd rather listen to a wet
fart than country music.

But he hasn't said a word.

We made affairs mighty
miserable for him,

but he won't budge.

That's why you're here.
Get in there, do somethin'.

You'll need to be creative to crack him.

Ha! Come dance with me... huh?

♪ I've got a happy heart ♪

♪ And feel like I could almost fly ♪

- ♪ I think if someone shot me ♪
- Okay... that's enough.

♪ That I wouldn't even die ♪

- ♪ Just find someone to live for and to love... ♪
- Enough. That's enough.

Okay, stop.

Don't turn it down!

Don't you know how much
I love that music?

You know, that song is too cruel

for someone innocent
until proven guilty?

Hey, you Yankees in there!

You hear that bullshit?

We yellow-faces are guilty
until proven innocent.

Otherwise, why would
your people shoot us first

and ask questions later?

You Americans believe that
we yellow-faces are evil

from the time we are formed
in our mothers' wombs.

We spring out as fully formed VC.

Obviously, I can't
authorize your release,

but I can certainly make your
stay here more hospitable.

Play you a communist revolutionary song.

Get you a parrot to talk to.

Some bougainvillea, maybe.

- Birds.
- Hm.

- Flowers.
- Hm.

Fuck off.

Those CIA butchers out there?

They have a torture manual.

- Do we?
- It's as intricate and precise as one of those

fine Swiss watches ya like so much.

Everyone talks eventually.

Now...

we know you've placed moles...

within our ranks.

Hm?

And you're going to give them up.

Why put it off?

Why wait until the Americans
have electrocuted

your balls with a thousand volts?

You know the CIA's nickname

for a prisoner's penis

that's been through that process?

"The electric eel".

You're going to pray for death

while it's happening.

And you'll have betrayed every comrade

and everything you once believed in,

and you'll still be alive.

You'll feel so guilty...

that you'll pray for death
all over again.

I know what I want.

If you grant me this request...

I'll tell you what you want to hear.

Yes.

The food here...

well...

frankly...

it's fucking terrible.

So, I just want some boiled
eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

Hard-boiled eggs.

Would...

three be enough?

- Isn't this the part where you get a medic?
- Oh, yeah.

Don't just do somethin', stand there!

Come on!

I think it's too late.

Let's go.

Let's go! Let's go!

We lost him.

Ugh, crafty bugger.

He knew if he peeled it,

it'd be too smooth
to stick in his throat.

Hm.

What?

Oh, it's not dirty.
Oh, no, the, the shell

provides a perfectly hygienic seal.

Look... you were burdened by guilt

for the deaths of both
the watchman and the Dumpling.

You can't afford such
luxury in our world.

Here, you're allowed
only one portion of guilt.

So pick one.

A spy is asked to be
all things at once...

A comrade and an enemy.

Anything less lands you on the
wrong side of an interrogation.

Although...

I realize now,

there was nothing I could have
done to avoid such a fate.

Can a question also double as an order?

Even if it can,

it holds no power
after the deed is done.

I laughed a long time when
I read the message from Man

because that's the exact question

I'd asked myself a thousand times.

Only difference was that mine
was now in the past tense.

Was it necessary?

Major Oanh was a quietly sacrificial
and humble man,

who always performed
his duties to country

and family without complaint.

He would always tell his family...

become fully American.

Make it your home,

or you will become a wandering ghost

living between two worlds, forever.

Should I drive you home, sir?

You see that hump
in the tree over there?

That bird's nest-looking thing?

Did you know that that hump
is chock-full of rats?

It's a rat's nest.

Fuck!

I fuckin' hate rats!

It pretends to be clean,
but this city is filthy.

"Love it or leave it!"

It's clever.

Racially motivated crime

on the Fourth of July, very clever.

But you know what, my friend?

You are a bit twisted.

Well, everything twisted about
me, I learned from you.

You got the right guy.

We found a letter

in one of his candy boxes.

The cipher was so rudimentary,

our boys at Langley cracked
it in about 20 minutes.

And what'd the message say?

He was on to you.

Here ya go.

How do you know "him" means me?

Well, remember at the liquor store

we told you how someone
pegged you for a spy?

Guess who?

What a fool. He pegged
the guy we trust most.

Welcome to the world of spycraft!

One more round, then we're good.

Ridiculous, right?

Who is this? I like it.

Give it a shot.

♪ We're gonna have a funky good time ♪

That's the J.B.'s.

My protégé, you're coming along

very nicely, very nicely.

- Thanks, Claude.
- Yep.

So where are we going?

On to the next harbor on your voyage.

It's just begun.

Uh, you can't just work
for the General forever.

It's time for a bigger assignment.

- Marco, table one. Yeah?
- Yes, right this way.

This is the natural habitat

of the most dangerous creature on Earth,

a white man in a suit and tie.

Welcome to the steakhouse,

the quintessential American institution.

But your job today is to be
quintessentially Vietnamese.

Here you go, sir.

Uh, it turns out the professor
inspired our friend's next project.

Actually, he read an article
of mine in "The New Republic".

It was about the first forays
of the Green Berets

- into the Highlands and he's latched onto it...
- Yeah.

They say imitation
is the highest form of flattery.

I wouldn't mind a bit of compensation...

But then he comes on strong,
makin' all kinds of demands

about hardware that
I can provide, you know,

'cause of my relationship
with the National Guard.

Trucks, tanks...

- Who does he mean by "he"?
- Thank God I'm here.

- How's everyone doin'?
- Right this way.

- Fashionably late, huh?
- Thanks. All is good, I trust?

Our sacred Allied Force.

So, you're my Vietnamese guy?

- Uhh, excuse me, who are you?
- Really?

- First words out of his mouth?
- You don't know who he is?

It's Nicos Damianos.

You never heard
of the, "The Combination"?

And "The Combination 2".

Oh, uh, sure.

You don't know...
He-he knows the movies,

- just-just not your face, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, but, for starters,
have you seen the movies?

The first? About, uh, a quarter?

So, you got bored, you walked out,

what, you thought it was garbage?

- What are ya, a critic?
- Air raid warning.

Evacuated the cinema.
I liked what I saw, though,

so don't tell me the ending.

Look at him guzzlin'. Hammer's
gettin' hammered over here.

- Take it easy, buddy.
- Despite my best judgment,

I like this kid.

He's plucky. Are you plucky, kid?

- Oh, he is wildly plucky.
- How deep does it go?

- The pluckiness?
- No, your blood. How deep?

'Cause what I'm lookin'
for is 100% "gook".

You know, and you look,
pardon my French,

a tad diluted.

Oh, wow. Dinner and a show. Well, uh...

- Captain, we were hopin' you'd help us.
- By helping his new movie.

To ensure its cultural integrity.

- Yeah, yeah. What he said.
- To act as an interpreter of sorts.

A mediator between the two worlds,

Oriental and Occidental.

The General speaks so highly
of you, Captain, you know,

a half-and-half who will give 100%
to do whatever is necessary.

Right now, what seems necessary

is to demand an apology
for the insult I just received.

Cool your jets, kid.
There's no apology comin',

but I am gonna give you the
opportunity of your fuckin' life.

I'll take an opportunity

over an apology eight days a week.

Doesn't sound like such a bad deal.

Looks like we just
sealed the deal there.

Come on. Calm down.

Cheers.

Start with a test drive.

Is there at least a script
I could read first?

But don't start readin' it now.

You won't be able to put it down.

I'm tellin' you, it's genius.

Hey, gents, who feels
like somethin' sweet?

- Club Room?
- Oh, right.

- Yeah, yeah. Okay.
- Never a bad idea.

♪ You and me against the world ♪

♪ Sometimes it feels like
you and me against the world ♪

♪ When all the others turn
their backs and walk away ♪

♪ You can count on me to stay ♪

♪ Remember when the
circus came to town ♪

Oh, dude.

That's no way to treat a lady.

Come here, sweetheart, we got you.

Didn't you learn any finesse
from your French father?

He was French wasn't, he?

Welcome aboard.

♪ ... you and me against the world ♪

♪ Sometimes it feels
like you and me... ♪

Three lines into "The Hamlet"

and I was back in my hamlet as a boy.

I could hear the bamboo
rustling in the wind.

- And I was home.
- Half-breed with 13 buttholes!

Who is my father?

Why am I a half-breed?

You're not half of anything.

You're twice of everything.

♪ And when one of us is gone ♪

♪ One of us is left to carry on ♪

♪ Then remembering will have to do ♪

- ♪ Our memories alone will get us through ♪
- And cut, print, perfect.

Reset, rolling... action.

♪ ... the days of me and you ♪

- Love it or leave it.
- ♪ You and me against ♪

♪ The world ♪

♪ Doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, yeah, yeah ♪

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