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Huh.

Don't fuck up my movie!

Don't fuck up my movie!

Huh.

I read the script.

Uh, I think the, uh,
loss of innocence thing...

I want you to be frank.

I want you to speak
freely in this room.

Alright? Is that in your nature?

Is what?

Honesty.

Oh, uh, you mean
as, as an Asian?

As a what? No. As a, a
person, f-fuckin' human.

I don't believe in racial
characteristics and all that bullshit.

Come sit down.
We're all the same.

So, in this case...
we're both just soldiers.

Oh, so, you were a soldier too?

No. What? Are you gonna take
everything I say fucking literally?

Not literally. No.

I'm talking about in this space.

You were a ranger,
probably, right?

Somethin' like that?

Uh, Secret Police.

Fuck me.

Now I understand why Claude
and Ned were so adamant

advocating on your behalf.

They want you to spy on me.

You think I'm an
idiot? You're a spy.

Uh, actually, I worked in
counterintelligence, so...

Spy, counterspy,
wh-what's the difference?

It's all the same. Hello?
Yeah, I got a spy here.

He says he's a
counterspy, so it's cool.

What the fuck?

How 'bout this?

You work for me while
pretending to work for them.

Suss out how these
scheming neocons

are tryin' to use my movie
for their own nefarious good.

So you'd be a double spy.

A spy and a counterspy
at the same time.

Are you game? Are you up for it?

Uh, uh, l-look, I-I came...

Look at you all serious.

Terrible casting for a spy.

That's how I know
you're not one.

'Cause you got no poker face.

Thankfully, there's only
one thing I need from you.

O-O-Of course.
Authenticity. Right.

Uh, well, have you had a chance

- to look through my notes?
- Wrong.

- Um, should we go over...
- Oh, you think I'm not authentic?

I don't have any
authenticity myself?

I did my research, brother.

I read my Buttinger, Fitzgerald.

I sat down with a Green Beret

who fought alongside
the Montagnards,

told me how the V.C.
hung him upside down,

drained red pepper
tea through his nostrils.

He shat himself hangin'
upside down right there.

After hearing his story,
I almost shat myself,

but instead, I yacked
in a toilet, flushed it,

and hired this motherfucker

as my military advisor

'cause that's how I do it.

I go from reality into life.

But now I'm thinkin'
it's not enough.

What am I missing?
Oh, what am I missing?

Answer is the perspective

of the Vietnamese people.

That's where you
come in... right?

Innocent. Modest. Docile.

Much like the water
buffaloes, right?

Their simple plows

pulling them
through the paddies.

Right. Got it.

- Well, then here's a suggestion, uh.
- Yeah?

Why don't we give our
Vietnamese characters some lines?

That way they can describe
their suffering, you know?

- Just a couple of lines.
- So predictable.

What, you're countin' the
lines like an insecure actor?

- Th-There were, there were no lines to count.
- Here, get high.

Forgive me, but
when you say that,

I know you don't
understand cinema.

Not a bit. I don't
wanna hear people

talking about their suffering.

I wanna feel it!
Fuckin' feel it!

Feeel it!

Ya understand? It's a,
it's an emotive medium.

Feeling is believing.

You see, the Vietnamese farmers

are actually somewhat
different to the water buffaloes.

For one thing, we're
a lot more talkative.

- You'd be surprised.
- It's a creative choice.

I'm making a creative choice.

Do I have to teach you the
fundamentals of cinema?

You can render emotion
without the use of dialogue

through mise en scène, montage.

Are you aware of Murnau, Dreyer?

My first vision was that no
one in my movie would speak.

- Not a word.
- But ya didn't do that.

But I stood my ground on
the Vietnamese characters

who live on in that
metaphoric space.

Whereas the Americans,
they're quite chatty,

less Murnau and Dreyer,
more Wilder and Hawks.

Oh, I get it. You wanna
pitch me some dialogue?

Is that it?

Wow. First time.

Don't be intimidated
by my Oscars as I am.

Show me what ya got.

Well, just for instance,
in the scene where

the Viet Cong are
torturing Commo Kim?

- Yeah.
- The stage direction says they coerce him to confess.

So, maybe, at the very least,

they need a line like...

You know? "Confess, you fucker."

Go.

Go.

Go and be the
voice of our people.

How much influence
can a mere advisor bring?

Your influence may be small,

but as they say,

"If you keep rustling,

the winds will gather
and become a storm."

Give us some good lines.

These are the ones
I gave you, right?

You ever listen to them?

Of course.

Right, and you'll
be gone 17 weeks?

And leave me, stranded?

Have you been to
the Napa Valley?

You could come
visit on the weekends.

Yeah. Wow, let me
get my autograph book.

Are you upset?

Ya know, this movie's gonna
be made with or without me.

So, wouldn't it be better to
have someone there to say,

"Hey, your portrayal of
Asians is totally bullshit"?

I mean, someone should've
been there to tell David Carradine

to stop squinting like the
fuckin' sun was in his eyes.

I find it rather sexy.

I find it sexy when
you squint, too.

Well... don't let my deep-rooted
skepticism of white men

burst your bubble.

I really hope this doesn't
blow up in your face.

Four months away from here?

It sounds like bliss.

I don't like it.

It's a long time.

- Who's gonna chauffeur me?
- It's a movie.

Well, if you insist, I won't go.

No, no, of course not.

If it's important to
Claude and his friends,

it's important to us.

This is also an investment.

A-An investment
in what, may I ask?

Investment in a project
to reclaim our homeland.

"Reclaim our homeland"?

I might have something
to share with you

by the time you return from
your Hollywood mission.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Can I come with?
- No.

Fine.

I'll just hitchhike... hm?

Americans do it all the time,

so it's gotta be safe, hm?

Oh, and can you tell my parents?

And, uh, let them know
you left me here alone...

on this desolate
stretch of highway.

Can I trust you to behave?

I don't wanna find you hiding out in
James Yoon's dressing room now.

Am I supposed to
know who that is?

You'll recognize his face.

He's the Asian guy you
see in every Hollywood film.

I don't see an Asian guy
in every Hollywood film.

But when you do, it's him.

I mean, he's never
there for long.

They always kill him off.

But in this film,
he's got quite a run.

So, what's this
movie about, anyway?

Officially, it's the story
of six Green Berets

who get stranded in
a Vietnamese hamlet.

Unofficially...

it's the story of a small
Vietnamese farming community

who are forced to take in a
bunch of uninvited guests.

Welcome, cast and
crew, to "The Hamlet."

Make yourselves at home.

Everybody's got two
drink tickets. Let's party.

Right. But, officially, what
happens in "The Hamlet"?

While trapped with
villagers he doesn't trust,

Captain Shamus becomes
consumed by paranoia

and an impending sense of doom.

Hey!

You a communist sympathizer?

I'm talkin' to you.

So, who plays Captain Shamus?

- Ryan Glenn.
- Another one I'll know when I see the face?

Absolutely. He's a
legendary method icon.

You speaky English?

Maybe you've had a little bit

too much to drink, Mr. Glenn.

- I mean, Captain. Shamus.
- Ah, fuck, man.

Method?

Don't fuck with me, slant-eye.

It's a term they use to refer to an
actor who's always in character.

Captain, Captain, Captain!

- Hey, easy, easy!
- Let go.

Apparently, you have to address
'em by their character name

or, uh, or they freak out.

Let go, let go, let go!

Film climaxes in this macho
showdown between Shamus

and the idealistic
young Sergeant Bellamy,

played by the newcomer
Jamie Johnson.

The Jamie Johnson?

Check it out.

He looks just like he
did on "Soul Train."

Hey, you!

What the hell, man?

- Oh, no way.
- 173rd Airborne.

Bon's friend, you remember?

- Yeah.
- Wild nights back in Saigon.

- Freddie.
- Yeah. Fuck me, man.

Military advisor.

You shat yourself
upside down, right?

How's Bon? He get out?
What about the other guy?

You three were
practically brothers.

- Uh, yeah, um...
- People, people, people, people.

Please, please.

Your undivided attention
just for a moment.

Feel free to move
in and make me feel,

uh, self-important.

We lucky few are an army

in the war against war.

- Mm.
- On the eve of battle, my Greek ancestors

in Lincoln Park, Michigan,
hee-hee-hee-hee.

Zeus, Athena, Ares,

and ask for their protection.

And tonight, I call on you,

all, to resurrect the Pantheon.

Yahweh, Muhammad,
Baal, Beelzebub.

Let's make room
for Satan too, huh?

Can I get light
applause for Satan?

This is Vietnam.
Devil's at the table.

Devil's runnin'
the fuckin' table.

Where's my, uh...

There's my man, right there.

Our Vietnamese consultant, huh?

He's keepin' us honest.

God bless him.
Give him a little hand.

Um, everybody's got a god.
Who's the god of Vietnam?

- Uh... Um...
- Invoke his name or her name.

I-I don't know. Just God?

"I don't know. Just
God." That's powerful.

Wow.

Join hands, if you will.

Take a knee and pray.
Please indulge me.

I do this before every
successful project.

Dear gods,

tomorrow, we wade
neck-deep into the evil

dung of the bowels
of our ancestors.

But if we do this right,

we can drag the whole
sham artifice of war

down with us to hell and rise.

Guess what? Guess what?
Guess what? Guess what?

We're doin' it on
the studio's dime.

Come on!

Spirits of ancient Egypt,
shadows of ancient Rome.

Blessing on this cast and crew,

for tomorrow, we ship out!

The champagne is flowing.

Is that tune familiar? Come on!

Who's the artist
who sings said hit?

Oh, shit. He's a cast member!

Hey, soldier.

Why don't you get up and sing?

That's what you do, right?

- You sing.
- Come on.

You know I'm gonna ask.

Let's encourage the
voice of his generation.

I'm doin' this just for you.

Hey, cast and crew.

Why you sittin' there cryin'

with your head down?

Don't you know when
you cry, you cry alone?

But when you're mad...

Hey!

- It's an honor to meet you, man.
- Hey. Thank you.

Uh, so, you're the guy
who got beaten to death

- with brass knuckles by Robert Mitchum, huh?
- Robert Mitchum, yeah.

And the Chinese railroad worker

that got stabbed
by Ernest Borgnine.

- Oh.
- Japanese soldier.

Got shot in the head by Sinatra.

Oh, man.

You know I'm playing Korean
American for the first time.

- First time.
- Wow.

- You're the Vietnam consultant?
- Yeah, that's me.

Um, that's why he
brought me here.

Hey...

keep me honest, alright?

- Of course.
- Stay on me.

Yeah. No, I'll-I'll do
whatever I can, man.

- Um...
- Thank you.

Oh.

- Hi.
- Hey.

My name is Monique Thibault.

The production designer
is responsible for the look

of every nonliving
aspect of the film.

- Right.
- This is my third outing

with "L'Auteur," as I call him,

the one and only true
genius in the universe.

- Well, how's it all going?
- Well, it wasn't easy.

Why hasn't it been easy?

Because the vegetation's
all wrong around here.

We had to have the plants
imported from the Philippines.

- All the way from the Philippines?
- Yes, Captain.

- Huh, that's impressive.
- So...

the hamlet.

We have imported
all the livestock.

We have chicken,
buffaloes, pigs.

So, as you see, no
expense has been spared.

I must say, we have a lot
of support from the boss.

- You made this?
- Yes.

- He's pushing very hard for...
- Authenticity.

So... do we pass?

- I can even smell my mother's cooking.
- Ah!

Oh, that's wonderful.

Come, let me show you something.

What else?

So, what do you think?

- This is extraordinary.
- Ah, thank you.

Do you think I can do anything

to make it more persuasive?

Can you put this on
one of the gravestones?

Oh... Your mother?

She died when I
was studying here.

She was sick for a while.

Never contacted me.

Didn't want me to worry.

She was buried in
some sunless grave.

Unmarked, because we were poor.

You know, in Vietnam, this
spot would get the highest price.

Alright. Go, sound.

Sound speed.

Roll cameras!

Scene three, take one.

Ready? Here we go! Camera!

And like there's
no camera rolling.

- Action!
- Go, go, go, go!

Clear!

- Go without me, Captain, I won't make it.
- Hey, you fuckin' quitter.

You're not gettin' out
that easy. Come on.

Come on.

Are you even limping?

Did you forget...
You-You-You-You forgot

you got shot in the fuckin' leg?

- Cut!
- You gotta limp! We gotta,

- we gotta go back to one.
- Cut!

The singer lost
his fuckin' limp!

I just lost my hard-on.

- Ready? "The Hamlet."
- Scene seven, take one.

Action!

Identify!

Identify!

Identify!

Get down! Drop!

Hold it, hold it!
Shut up for once!

Well, I guess that's one
for Sergeant Bellamy.

And cut.

- Let's cut.
- Dig it.

- Captain Shamus, how'd that one feel?
- Like dog shit.

- Because...?
- Sergeant Bellamy did not advance in proper posture.

- Yeah, I-I'm not, I'm not worried about...
- You're not?

Uh, no, I just think it
feels like total chaos and...

Chaos that's not military.

You-You-You dug incompetence?

- That's what you dig?
- I trust you, if you'll trust me,

I'd like to move
on just this once.

Uh, we have to do one more.

Vietnamese advisor has a
problem with that last take?

- Yeah, uh, that old lady, uh...
- Yeah.

- She doesn't sp...
- That old lady? Yes.

I told you this is
Vietnam, right?

So, if you have to speak,

let's do it in Vietnamese, okay?

- I don't speak Vietnamese.
- Okay.

Wow.

Why doesn't she
speak Vietnamese?

What? Why don't you
speak Vietnamese?

- Because I'm Chinese.
- Was I talkin' to you?

Okay, hey. Um, okay, um...

I understand that
it's a different accent,

but are you able to make
it sound Vietnamese?

- Do you speak Danish?
- Dude, just fuck her.

- I don't speak Danish.
- Just swap her out for, uh, an extra

- that speaks Vietnamese.
- None of them speak Vietnamese.

That's the thing.

None of the extras
speak Vietnamese, I see.

- Did you know this?
- No.

I speak Vietnamese.

Oh, are you an old lady?

Can somebody explain to me

why I'm shooting a
Vietnam War movie

with Vietnamese extras
who aren't Vietnamese?!

That was obviously
directed at you, Mikey.

- I'm just lookin' over here.
- Um...

Right, sir. Sir, there was,
there is no line in the script,

- so we didn't need a Vietnamese...
- Yeah.

- Speaker...
- Oh, wow.

Look, she got too
excited back there,

- and she just... Sir, she just...
- Don't gloat.

She just blurted
that out spontaneous,

- so it's not...
- I like spontaneous.

- It's Altmanesque.
- Right. I know.

Okay, let's, let's
bring it all down.

Let's not fight in
front of the kids.

I need 100 Vietnamese extras

ready to shoot by zero
six hundred Monday.

Thank you. Authentic Vietnamese.

- Sir, that's two days from
now, sir. Yeah, th-there's

- no fuckin' "sir."
- No, sir.

- That's two days from now.
- There's no "sir," just do it.

- Hey, sir, that's two fuckin' days from now.
- Yeah, then you got

two days, brother!
You got 48 hours!

- I'll call casting.
- Call "The Chronicle"

- and get some ads.
- Fuck!

- And put up fliers, Violet.
- I can do it.

- Yeah.
- You...

- I'll take care of it.
- Go then.

What accents are required?

Northern or Southern?

Mm, Northern is better,

but if they're from the
South, I can coach 'em.

I mean, sorry to call at
such short notice, but it's just,

Claude seems so
invested in this, and...

I'll assemble the troops.

You'll have your extras
by tomorrow morning.

Now, let me speak to Lana.

- Uh, Lana?
- No.

Um, Lana is busy now.

She's on set
working hard as my...

Call him, or your
father will kill me.

You're still scared
of my father?

Guess I'm the only one
who's matured over here.

Be a man, man.

Maybe I could be an extra.

Camera, roll!

Scene seven, reshoot.

Take one.

- Get on your knees!
- Shut up!

- Get on your fuckin' knees!
- Shut up!

- And cut!
- Cut!

How was that line? "Don't
shoot me. I'm a peasant.

- I'm only a peasant." Right?
- Uh, yeah, it was good for me.

No, that was great.
That was great.

Camera, roll!

What the fuck? Cut!

- Laughably horrible.
- Cut!

You... Are you trying
to ruin my movie?

So now we got real
Vietnamese extras,

but it looks like
they've never seen war!

What the fuck?

You're not, you're not
Charlie, you're Charlie Brown.

I'm not scared.

I should be terrified,
you fuck-ups!

- Tell 'em!
- Well, maybe they need a line,

- uh, uh, to yell at the, uh, the farmers.
- Who? Which amongst them?

They all look like
fuckin' children!

He's okay. You, you're hired.

Get him up front.
Give him a line.

- Right.
- Get him riled up!

- Okay, uh.
- Let's go!

Enough, let's go.

"The Hamlet,"
scene 35, take one.

Cut!

That's in the movie!
That was great.

- Cut!
- Nice work, buddy.

- Uh, sir, we have a small problem.
- No, we have no problem.

- I'm happy.
- Let's keep it movin'!

Ladies, outta the water!

Someone's gotta do
it. I'll take the money.

Uh, I'm sorry,
but the script says

they're supposed to be men.

Uh, thank you, though.

Huh?

Huh?

- No... Leave him.
- We gotta go back. We lost Kim.

Charlie's swarmin'. Come on.

Cut! That's a cut!

That damn sure looks
like someone gettin' shot.

That was fuckin' real.

Wait, did I mention
that Bon was there?

- Okay, sorry.
- I'll go back.

Ah, it was great to see.

Movin' on!

Takes someone who's killed a lot

to know how to die, right?

- It is fun getting killed.
- Yeah.

I don't mean it was
great to see him

make light of our dead comrades.

You're gonna die some more.

He shouldn't have said that.

- Don't fuck up my movie.
- Action!

What I'm trying to say is

that it was great to see
Bon regaining his spirit.

Cut! Great stuff!

For the first time since
we'd come to America,

he was truly happy...

"The Hamlet,"
scene 45, take four.

Dying, over and over
and over in myriad ways.

Cut! Lovely.

Mark.

The squibs! Waste 'em!

But Bon wasn't the only one
who wanted to get in the act.

Friends and family in!

Mourn! Mourn!

Cut-age. That's cinema.

Not bad.

Comin' through.

What's wrong with you?

Why do you wanna
act so much, huh?

Well, just...

You were so good, Lan.

- Thanks, Jamie.
- Of course.

"Jamie"? "Lan"?

That's what he
wants me to call him.

By the way, uh, Little Miss,

about those lines you
added all by yourself.

"Don't shoot." And then, and
then the second one was, uh,

- "Don't die, Grandpa."
- Okay. Not bad.

Might be in the
movie. Hey, Tommy!

- Let's use that girl again!
- Yes!

Hey, Violet.

Uh, I can take that off you.

I'm going up there anyway.

- Um...
- He asked to see me.

'Kay.

Uh, Violet wanted
me to bring you this.

Thank you. Put it on
the light table, yeah.

- Is that it?
- I didn't wanna disturb you,

but I was afraid we wouldn't
have any other time, uh...

I'm gonna need some lines
for the torturers after lunch.

- They don't need lines.
- Uh, alright, um,

but if they're gonna
be torturing him,

they're gonna probably need
some lines to extract information.

This is war.

This isn't a courtroom drama.

This isn't a fuckin'
light comedy.

It's sadism, animal cruelty.

- It's, it's...
- So, in fact,

I thought of some lines

that might help
convey that, ya know?

- Uh...
- Not lines.

A line, pick a line.
No, pick a word.

Something they can
scream or repeat like a chant.

- A chant?
- Yeah, a chant.

- Uh...
- Do you mind?

This is not some
hobby I'm dabbling in.

I'm trying to get inspiration
for the end of the movie.

It's personal.

I feel like you're watching
me masturbate right now.

- Right, uh...
- Great. You wanna watch me get off?

- Sorry.
- You don't look sorry.

Commander!

H-Hey!

What in the world inspired
you to climb all the way up here?

War is about sacrifice.

Okay, I know what
you're thinking.

Yes, I am recounting something

I didn't actually
witness myself.

Forgive me. Some of
the dialogue is conjecture,

but it helps to explain
the events that follow.

I would gladly lay
down my life for my men.

And I expect the same in return.

- What?
- But when I look in that rookie's eyes...

I get nothing back!

And that makes me
feel like a chump.

- And I don't like that.
- Yeah, no, no, no. You're so right.

Ryan...

Mistake. Mistake, Captain.

You're a hunter, an
apex predator, a lion.

- Hm, mm.
- Top of the food chain.

Top of the class at West Point.

Three times decorated.

Youngest Green Beret
ever to make Major,

but were demoted back to Captain

o-only because he took on
that fuckhead of a General.

So maybe not a lion after the
demotion, but you're a leopard.

That's good enough.

Meanwhile, Bellamy,
he's an antelope,

a fawn destined
to be eaten by you.

That's it. He's a meal.

You think a leopard
looks into a fawn's eyes

and gives a shit
what it's thinking?

They don't. They
pounce. They swallow.

They ingest. Shit
out the carcass.

That's you.

A leopard.

I like that.

I like that you like it.

Come on. You got
the afternoon off, right?

Yeah, yeah. Recuperate.
Maybe have a shower.

Oh, fuck that. No
showers in the battlefield.

Hey.

Hey.

- How do I look?
- Terrible.

Great.

Yeah, it's lunch.
Would you like me

to help you down or something?

Fuck outta here. You know how
long it took me to get in this rig?

Water at least?

That's good. That's
good. That's good. Thanks.

So, today's the
day. You nervous?

Fuck no.

Lookin' forward to
it. It's gonna be fun.

- Well, good luck to you.
- Alright, man.

"The Hamlet,"
scene 32, take one.

And action.

Come on.

- I love it.
- Thank you.

You... It's real, it's real.

Come on.

Fuck yeah!

Aw, man. Dude! Come on!

Ooh. God damn,
that was hard to take.

Right? Bravo, buddy.

If you look close, you can see
the boiled egg I had for breakfast.

That yolk will be
in the final cut,

I promise you.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Alright, the marvelous
James Yoon, everybody.

Nobody dies like James Yoon.

James Yoon, everyone.

That is the most authentic thing

- we've captured so far.
- I love you. Thank you.

- Why are you clapping?
- Fantastic death.

Why are you clapping?

I'll tell you why.

Because Commo Kim was
hangin' there for four fuckin' hours!

He skipped lunch.

Commo Kim was
in torture for real!

Do you think any of us would
have felt what we just felt

if he had flirted and farted

and lounged his
way through lunch,

and then just spritzed
on some fake sweat

a minute before the take?

Elvis Presley was
prepared to serve!

Cassius Clay was not!

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?
- Uncomfortable is okay.

This was a great day, and
we just saw great dailies.

All is well.

- Oh, fuck.
- Oh!

Get the fuck out of my way.

Before this war is over,

we will all be covered in blood.

Alright. See you tomorrow, pal.

Wanna get outta here? Wow.

I don't know.

Huh?

Maybe.

Ooh, it's a night
full of inspiration.

Thank you all. Huh.

Shamus.

Hey.

Have you ever seen a
Sagittarius that bright?

- Half-man, half...
- Gittarius.

My mind is racing, wandering.

I got a fuckin' great idea.

I think this night has
offered inspiration

- for the both of us.
- A-And-And-And it's a new scene.

And I'm gonna go
write it right now.

And I think you're
gonna dig it, brother.

I'm gonna go.

Kiss me...

Beautiful little...

Kiss me...

King of the Hamlet.

Good morning, everyone.

Our Captain Shamus is missing.

He does have a gun.

We think it's unloaded,

but, uh, until that is verified,

production is halted.

We're working with local
authorities to find him.

He has a very pronounced smell,

so we're confident the K-9 unit

will locate him soon, right?

In the meantime,
hang tight and, uh,

remain on the premises.

Don't go. You can't leave.

Girl, you somethin' else.

This whole shitshow
is comin' down fast.

You just sit here by the water,

singin' some old song
that was taught to you

by your grandma's grandma's...

grandma.

Yeah, you got it.

The Musical"?

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Isn't she amazing? We're
rehearsin' her new scene.

Cast and crew, return to
your rooms immediately.

I know you're out there.
This is not a fucking joke.

- We, uh, can pick this up later.
- Yeah.

What's the matter?

Uh, apart from the writing?

- You hate the scene, huh?
- No, I mean,

I'm happy he's finally
giving you some lines.

Well, not lines, technically,
more like words, but...

Well, it's kind of a
big break, you know?

It's not her only scene.
She's got another.

Go 'head, show him.

I have a final scene
with Captain Shamus.

Gets rough with me, and, uh,
Bellamy comes to my rescue.

Que-Linh? Your name is Que-Linh?

- My mother's name?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God! What is that?

This is your new ending?

It's fucking insanity.

They weren't built for it.

You can't do this
out of nowhere.

Baby, I got inspired while I
was painting because of you.

Remember, you're
the one who told me

to use my gift of painting.

- And things changed.
- Mm-hmm.

Everything's gotta go.

Everything. No exceptions.

Madness wins. Anarchy, chaos.

- Carpet-bomb the world.
- Like what?

- "Zabriskie Point"?
- Yeah.

Exactly. Exactly! But bigger.

- No.
- A million times bigger.

Fuckin' billion times
bigger than Antonioni!

- This is my, this is my vision!
- No! It's dangerous.

But you won't listen to reason.

- You're a child.
- That's why you love me?

- Yes, I love you.
- Because I'm a baby?

- Yes, you're a...
- I'm your petit chou?

Huh? Oui, oui, mon amie.

So, Shamus came back.

Knew he would,
that son of a bitch.

How can I help you? More notes?

No, no, no, hold that
thought. Let me guess.

You're here to suggest
that instead of having

Bellamy teach English
to the village girl,

I should have her teach
Vietnamese to him, am I right?

- Ballpark?
- Uh, no. Not quite.

I-I mean, don't get me
wrong. I appreciate the scene.

It offers a perspective, um,

- that shows the Vietnamese are real people...
- Boring. Boring. Boring.

The fact that I'm even thinking of
such things, don't you understand?

This is, this is an indication
of your positive impact.

You should just be
happy, proud of yourself,

all that happy horseshit.

Unfortunately,
your language itself,

it's fuckin' garbage.

It's just... It-It's impossible.

Especially to squeeze into the
petite brain of our pop idol friend,

so can't help you.

- Right, uh...
- Next.

- And, uh...
- Next.

Scene 64.

- Scene fucking what?
- Scene 64.

Okay, right on
it. I'm gettin' on it.

- Yeah.
- Is it really necessary?

- Unfortunately, yes.
- Why?

You know, it's funny,
when I wrote that scene,

I knew I was gonna
hear from you.

I wrote scene 64 in "The Hamlet"

as a tribute to her.

To my mother? A rape scene?

- A tribute?!
- To her pain.

You don't know anything
about my mother.

I understand that she was raped,

like everyone in your country.

Not literally, but raped.

Am I wrong?

I'm tellin' you, the
audience will react

with visceral revulsion.

They will be
permanently scarred.

It's the right thing to do!

And I fuckin' did it for you!

Yeah, well, maybe, maybe Lana.

Have you thought about that?

You know, she's still young.

- She's not even a real actress.
- You're right, you're right.

That's why she looks authentic.

- Just like your mother, Que-Linh.
- Don't say her fucking name!

Lana's a real Vietnamese

who will now get the privilege

of representing the tens
of millions of Vietnamese

who never got a chance
to speak up for themselves.

Isn't that what you
fucking wanted?!

What are you fuckin'
mad at me for?!

You should be thanking me.

Thank you for getting
us to where we are.

- We'll take it from here.
- Don't touch me.

Okay.

You know you're fired, right?

I'm so lucky. Antonioni
had Monica Vitti.

Thanks.

But I've got Monique Thibault.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, once again, I admit

I am recounting events I
didn't personally witness.

I don't think this
scene is extraneous,

but if it offends you,
feel free to skip ahead.

Let's dance.

Woo!

- What's that?
- Hm?

- The fuck is that?
- I don't know.

You fucking with me?

- I'm not.
- What is that?

I don't know.

- Please.
- Looks like a...

What the fuck?

This guy is one dangerous fuck.

We're ready for what?

The dead shall depart!

Thanks for
everything, everybody!

- Hey, well done, James.
- Thank you.

The dead shall depart.

- Indeed they shall.
- How's the deer?

Uh, surprisingly not bad.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

I wasn't surprised one
bit when he came back

with that buck on his shoulders.

You know why Ryan hasn't
been in a decent movie

in the last five years?

He punched Ken Omaha's
nose... and broke it.

Why did he do that?

To get a real reaction
from his scene partner.

Watch your back, alright?

Take care, fellas.

Alright?

Alright, roll cameras. Marker.

Scene 64, take one.

And action!

King of the Hamlet. I
am King of the Hamlet,

and you will be my queen!

Gimme a kiss. Kiss me.

Excuse me. Sorry.
Is Lana in there?

- With Shamus?
- He's fuckin' unstable.

He went off-script,
pointed his gun at me

with "nigger this, nigger that."

He's out of fuckin' control.

But let it go.
Lana will be cool.

I'll make sure she's safe
from that motherfucker.

What the fuck?! Let me in there!

Shh. Quiet. Use this.

Sorry, can you
ask if Lana's okay?

- Who is Lana?
- The-The Vietnamese actress.

Her? She can take this, okay?

- Stand by for the cue.
- Copy, copy that.

When I get the signal
from the director,

I'm gonna wave this
flag from right over there

and you go, okay?
I'll wave this flag.

- Alright? Then you go. Good, stay.
- Copy. I heard you.

Don't you recognize me?

I'm your King! You'll be my

beautiful, little, obedient
Vietnamese flower.

Just kiss me. Kiss
me and you will see

that I'm your king.

On your knees!

Get your fuckin' hands
off her! Get off her!

- The fuck?!
- Did we cue him?

Fucking motherfucker!
Get the fuck off me!

Fuck you!

Jesus Christ, what
have they done to you?

Did he say "cut"?

And cut!

Finally! You give me somethin'!

Yeah, that was fuckin' real!

How the fuck did this happen?!

- Evil fuckin' genius.
- My man!

Hey! Are you crazy? Why'd
you let him in before the signal?

Sir, the Vietnamese
guy just took my flag

- and started waving it.
- You what?

Trust me, Lana. You don't know.

They... He-He
would've done it for real.

Well, you didn't know that
I could've handled myself.

You. Again.

You just ruined my
best take, you schmuck.

My only take!

I can't shoot it again
'cause these fucking mutts

just bashed each other's snouts.

Are you happy? Huh?

The cultural consultant I
fired came back for free

to destroy the film.

That's what you just witnessed.

That is a first in film history.

Really, that's all
you care about, huh?

If I'd let it gone on, she
would've been raped!

- Stop! Shut up!
- For real! Do you care about that?!

- Would you be happy...
- Fuck you!

Would that be the first
in the history of cinema?!

Stop!

Stop! What are you doing?

Shut up! It's just
acting. It's not real!

Why are you ruining
my fucking life?!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Fuck.

- Planes! In five...
- Huh?

Four, three...

Yeah! Come on!