"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." "My name is Lieutenant Henry Driscoll." "Welcome to MACV." "I have a brief statement." "Elements of the First Infantry Division continued successful reconnaissance and force operations near An Lac." "Numerous crew served and individual weapons were captured, along with ammunition and some documents." "Enemy body count was 76." "American casualties were light." "Questions?" "Miss Devlin." "Is it true American troops are crossing the border into Cambodia?" "Absolutely not." "I have just returned from the central highlands, and I know for a fact that your helicopter pilots are firing rockets over the Chu Pong Massif, into Cambodia." "Mr. Fornier, that is totally opposed to our policy." "But, lieutenant..." "I'm sorry." "There's no more news today." "Thank you for coming." "Good day." "Is it just me, or does the truth seem more elusive every week?" "The truth is something your generals do not want to face." "Like the French in '54?" "Touché." "I just hope your fate is not the same as ours." "Well, it might be if our leaders keep ignoring the truth, but our job is to remind them, right?" "Just keep in mind what they do to the bearers of bad news." "Okay, we're circling back." "The LZ looks clean." "We make an arc from here to here." "We'll hit the border in about two klicks." "We'll run north up this stream for about two more, then we bend back to this LZ." "All right." "Johnson, Percell, you get the guys to fan out." "Look for any signs of activity, sandal prints, anything." "Then you put the sensors out." "Look, if we get into a fight, are we allowed to finish it?" "As long as it takes place in the Republic of South Vietnam, Percell." "You know the rules." "Rules Charlie don't play by." "Those are the rules of the United States government." "You'd think their first rule..." "All right, Percell, let it go." "What's the saying?" ""Ours isn't to reason why, ours is just to do or die."" "Something like that." "Let's get it done." "Johnson, you got point." "Come on, Percell." "Let's get out of here." "All right, what we got here are genuine Ho Chi Minh sandal prints." "Take a good look, Short Round." "You're gonna see a whole lot of these before your tour's up." "They just come walking right in, huh?" "You tell him, Taft." "Some people say they just float in, Short Round, only sit down to answer calls of nature." "Place the shot, Short Round!" "Don't waste them!" "Let's go, Third Squad!" "Keep your eyes open for booby traps!" "Let's go!" "Go, go, go!" "Grenade!" "They're headed for the river!" "Let's go!" "Move!" "Cease fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Yo!" "Hold your fire!" "Cease fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Taft, Percell!" "Get back here!" "Damn!" "Are we just gonna let them go?" "I don't like it any better than you do, but that is Cambodia over there." "That's the enemy over there!" "It's a damn crime we can't go after them!" "They're just gonna lay up over there till we're worn out and gone home." "Percell, I've got my orders." "Come on, Percell, use your head, now." "If we go over there and get in trouble, we've got nobody to bail us out, no artillery, no air strike, no John J. McKay in his chopper." "You get killed over there, Percell, you're listed as MIA." "The United States does not go into Cambodia, gentlemen." "Let's go." "Come on." "Move." "Come on, come on, come on..." "V.C. could be close enough to reach out and kill me with a knife." "I'd never even be able to see them." "Shh." "That's why you're gonna learn to use your ears and nose." "Yeah." "Yeah, that's just what we're looking for." "Okay, you guys go ahead and rig the sensors." "I'm gonna hook up with the main body." "Okay." "So it looks like they use this path a lot." "Hopefully, these things will pick up some movement." "Then we'll be able to call in a little artillery for a big old surprise." "Hey, you getting all this?" "Yeah, stuff I'm gonna need when I get through college and go to work." "Oh yeah?" "Setting out sensors?" "What kind of work is that?" "I'm gonna be a schoolteacher." "Hey, if I was you, Short Round," "I wouldn't go from one war into another, okay?" "Look, while I'm setting this one up, you go down and find a spot for another one about 40 meters down the path, okay?" "New guys..." "Short Round?" "Aah!" "No!" "Help me!" "Short Round!" "Oh, please, God!" "Oh, God!" "Taft!" "Do something, Taft!" "Taft, help me!" "Don't leave me!" "God, it burns!" "Short Round, now, take it easy!" "You take it easy, you're gonna be okay!" "No, shoot me!" "Shoot me, Taft!" "No." "Medic!" "Lieutenant, you know it!" "Hang in there!" "The pain!" "Take away the pain!" "Oh, God, Taft!" "God..." "There's nothing left!" "Taft!" "Shoot me!" "Shoot me!" "Shoot me, Taft!" "Shoot me!" "Shoot me!" "I'll kill them, Short Round." "Every one of them." "I swear it." "Oh, God!" "Don't leave me like this!" "Oh, my God..." "He's cut in half." "Spring-loaded mine." "Went off waist-level." "All right, let's get him on a poncho." "What the hell...?" "Where's Taft?" "Where's Taft?" "Ah!" "LT, that's an M-16." "Looks like we found Taft." "Damn him." "We going after him?" "We can't cross that river." "That's our man over there, LT." "We can't leave him hanging." "Yeah, maybe it's the wrong river, LT." "You could go back a ways, LT, and not see us go after him." "No, we're not leaving our man, and I'm not going back." "Let's go." "Johnson, you're on point." "All right, let's keep our intervals, get this over with quick as we can!" "Taft..." "You okay?" "I think you got some." "Did you see Short Round?" "Yeah, I saw him." "Come on, let's go." "Yeah." "Hey, be careful with him!" "That's not your damn laundry, that's a friend of mine!" "All right, take it easy now, Taft." "They're going to take good care of him." "It don't mean nothing." "It means a lot." "Where are you going?" "The same place I always go, sarge." "Secure my gear, clean my weapon, and get ready for another day." "Can't let a little thing like that slow me down, right?" "It's got to slow you down sooner or later." "Come on." "Come on with me." "Where are we going?" "Somebody I want you to meet." "Well, what about Short Round?" "Short Round would want you to." "Come on, now." "Come on." "Sorry, buddy." "Myron, I respect the fact that you can't talk about a mission." "But you keep asking me questions, Alex." "I'm not asking you specifics." "I want your opinion on the rules of engagement, about our troops not being allowed to cross into Cambodia." "I cannot answer questions that are political." "But... if you want my opinion as a soldier," "I think the policy's insane." "They keep sending us into combat with our hands tied, and we're losing." "Thanks." "Now, as soon as I finish this interview, the rest of the day is ours." "Mm." "No more war." "Mm-hmm." "I promise." "Come on." "Right." "Promise." "Boy, that looks like fun." "Anything you ladies need in the ville?" "Dishpan hands?" "Hey, we can pick you up something for that." "Just don't get drunk and miss curfew." "No, we wouldn't do that." "See, we just want to help McKay transport something." "Yeah?" "I don't believe" "McKay ain't gonna stop off at Mama-san's." "Well, if he does, you know, I guess we got to go with him." "He is an officer." "Officers are in charge." "That's right." "Hey, enjoy, boys, enjoy!" "They're gonna get drunk." "They're gonna get drunk." "Hey, you think McKay might stop off at Mama-san's?" "Well, if he don't, we better sneak off and get us some..." "Gentlemen." "Gentlemen." "Jacques Fornier, correspondent from La Cité." "La what?" "It's a newspaper in Paris." "Listen, I want to talk to you about your mission yesterday." "My word of honor, gentlemen:" "I will only write the truth." "Don't you want your side told?" "Our side of what?" "The story of American troops crossing into Cambodia." "Where do you get that stuff?" "Listen, I do not judge you." "The enemy kills your friends, runs away." "Who's to blame you for following?" "But perhaps if the world could hear it from you, they would understand." "No one's gonna understand unless they've been there." "Let's go, Dan." "It sounds like a con." "I thought the American soldier was allowed to think for himself." "I see I was wrong." "Where do you get the attitude?" "Do you plan to end our discussion with violence?" "That is the American way." "Oh, hey, someone ought to set this guy straight about America." "Let's go, Danny." "I'll be at the Golden Dragon." "I'll buy you a drink." "You can tell me about your country." "One hour!" "This will help you rest, Specialist Taft, and that's the most important thing right now." "We'll talk when you're ready." "I never talked to a headshrinker before, uh..." "Never thought I'd have to." "You think I'm crazy?" "No." "But you've had a terrible shock." "Nerves need to heal, just like broken bones." "Sometimes talk is a cure." "Don't know what I'd talk about." "You don't have to say anything right now." "Yeah, why don't you just get some sleep, Taft, hmm?" "What do you say?" "Yeah." "We'll do everything we can to help you." "He might sleep for 24 hours." "Yeah, he's probably gonna want to sleep forever." "I'm sorry to put you through this, but my employees insisted on having this party for me." "I head back to D.C. tonight." "That's no problem, Mr. Paul." "Mm!" "Ben, please." "All right, Ben." "I've been wanting to do a story on the American businessman in Vietnam for a while now." "It must be a strange position." "Well, all war is terrible, no ifs, ands, or buts, but... this one's really helping my company." "We just signed a $15-million contract for unloading and storage facilities at Cam Ranh Bay." "We got engineers over here, and we'll be pouring concrete in 60 days." "So in a way, you almost have to be glad there's a war going on." "Well, I can't deny it's a great opportunity." "I guess soldiers need war too." "Is that what they need?" "Ben, how long have you been working on these government contracts?" "So, what's the antenna for, LT?" "So you can pick up some hip cowboy station in Laos or something?" "Hong Kong and Bangkok, gentlemen." "This Armed Forces TV is just a little too tame for me." "You scrounge pretty good for a white boy, sir." "Well, thanks, Taylor." "Coming from you," "I guess that's a compliment." "Why the stone-face, Percell?" "He got into an argument with that French reporter." "Hey, I just don't understand why they let people like that on the base." "Forget him." "You can't expect much from a guy who eats snails and frog legs." "There's a lot of companies just like ours, Miss Devlin." "Small to medium, just scratching by on urban renewal contracts." "This war is like oxygen to us." "I'm sure your view is a lot different from mine, lieutenant." "I'm just trying to answer the lady's questions." "No problem." "All this war-and-business talk must not mean much to a man who's been in combat." "Sometimes I wonder what it's like out in those jungles." "I..." "I just can't get a handle on it." "What...?" "What is it like?" "Ben, I just have a few more questions..." "No, wait a minute." "No." "Mr. Paul's entitled to an answer." "What's it like?" "Well, let's take yesterday." "There was this fresh-faced kid." "He, uh... well, he could have been a brain surgeon, or he could have been a bank robber, but... he, uh, tripped this land mine, and all of a sudden, his body went one way" "and his legs went the other way." "I..." "I'm sorry." "No, wait." "Wait." "You're gonna miss the fun part." "You see, he wasn't dead." "He was hurting so bad that, uh, he asked one of his buddies to put a bullet in him." "Myron, please." "Is that what you wanted to hear?" "Or maybe you want to hear about how the V.C. skin our guys alive sometimes." "Forget it." "You have a good day." "I'm sorry." "Excuse me." "Remember me?" "Remember." "Z-800 antenna." "That's my name." "No ready antenna." "You said 1:00." "I gave you a deposit." "Truck break down." "Fix now." "You come back four hours," "I have." "Four hours?" "Yeah, yeah." "You're sure?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Meet back here at 1700 hours... that is, if you boys can keep yourselves entertained till then." "Where you going, LT?" "Oh, Taylor, there's ladies all over town in need of my affection." "Let's go find our own wine, women and song, Percell, and I know just the place." "Let's go to the Golden Dragon." "Aw, come on, man." "Forget that Fornier." "He's just gonna bring you down." "Well, I just want to set him straight about a couple things, Taylor." "Then I'll go anywhere you want to." "Well, do it in a hurry." "Short Round..." "Short Round..." "Hey, buddy." "Hey." "Hey, you can't go out there dressed like that, man." "Either I go around you or I go through you." "Oh, now..." "Your problem is you only want to see things one way." "Same thing is happening to you that happened to the French in '54." "You're fighting a losing battle." "We're not losing." "Look at Tet." "We kicked Uncle Ho's butt!" "That proved that the North Vietnamese are still a viable, aggressive fighting force, not the defeated rabble, as your generals claim." "Well, you know, we could win this war if they'd let us fight it." "Yes, but your government is abandoning you." "President Johnson just turned down" "Westmoreland's request for 250,000 more troops." "So we'll get 150." "You'll get none... because the people have turned on Johnson." "A new Gallup Poll shows that 68% of Americans feel that the war is either standing still or being lost." "The press has turned against you too." "Time, Newsweek, even Walter Cronkite." "Who needs them?" "Black soldiers are starting to desert... because they realize how they are being used to fight the white man's war." "Even your boxing champion, Muhammad Ali, refused to fight." "No one's deserting." "We're still here." "I could show you black deserters in Cho Lon." "Come with me?" "Cho Lon's like Cambodia." "It's off-limits." "Oh, I see..." "You're brave enough to go into Cambodia, but not brave enough for Cho Lon, huh?" "The guy was talking like he was in Baltimore instead of Vietnam." "I'm sure he's a real nice guy." "He's probably got a nice wife, he's probably got nice kids." "He's got a dog, he's got a station wagon, but he does not care about what's going on here." "Look, he doesn't know the war like you." "He gets it from the tube, sanitized." "Well, I'd like to take a guy like that and stick his face in a sucking chest wound." "People should know what happens to the kids that they send over here." "Hell, that's what Short Round was, he was a kid." "I know, I know, and that's what I try to tell them about, all of it." "Well, I don't care about all of it." "I care about the guys." "You think I don't?" "Alex, if you did, maybe you wouldn't write articles that might cause guys grief or jeopardize their careers." "Look, I couldn't respect myself if I ignored the truth here." "We are not talking about respect, Alex." "We're talking about judgment." "I don't know about your job, but all decisions in mine are not black and white." "Everything depends on the circumstances." "Everything is a judgment call." "Well, international law is black and white, and so is our country's foreign policy." "You know, I don't think your men would suffer recriminations for going into Cambodia." "I mean, they were there, weren't they?" "I can't tell you that." "And the important thing to remember is that they didn't go anywhere alone." "I was with them." "I don't know." "It just doesn't feel right." "Everybody's entitled to a day off sooner or later." "Even you." "I know, but..." "What about Taft?" "I hate to leave the new ones." "You're gonna be seeing him this afternoon." "Hell, the boy's probably gonna sleep all day anyway." "I'm sorry, Zeke." "All doctors make the mistake of thinking they're indispensable." "You are indispensable." "That's why burnout's bad news for all of us." "Aren't we getting psychological." "It's the company I've been keeping." "Let's go have some fun." "Yeah?" "Dr. Seymour?" "It's Specialist Taft." "He ran out of the dispensary." "We can't find him." "It's a little frightening, yes?" "Well, we ain't supposed to be down here, so why don't we get this show on the road?" "I believe that's one of your black deserters right there." "Hey, brother." "What you want, GI?" "I just want to talk to you about what's going down around here." "Well, I don't talk to your kind no more." "My kind?" "A little dark for Vietnamese, no?" "I'd say." "Marcus, this guy's wasting our time." "Let's get out of here." "You know, what really steams me is your damn superior attitude, non?" "What the hell did your people do over here?" "Nobody fire till I give the order!" "Goddamn crazies." "Why don't they shoot them in the field, Phillips, instead of bringing them back here for civilized people to deal with?" "That's my patient in there." "Was, ma'am." "Now he's got a bunch of grenades, and he's sitting in the middle of 200 tons of explosives." "That makes him my problem!" "Next time he lifts up his head..." "I'm gonna have to pop him." "You can't kill him." "He's traumatized." "I can talk to him." "I don't understand that stuff, lady." "All I know is if he torches that place, some lives and a lot of money go up in smoke!" "That's an American GI in there, lieutenant." "This ain't none of your business, sergeant, so butt out!" "That's an order." "Well, yes, sir." "I don't think you understand, lieutenant." "I just can't stand here and let you do this." "Specialist Taft, this is Dr. Seymour." "I'm coming in." "Don't be stupid." "It's your funeral!" "All right, guys!" "Get ready!" "Phillips, around the back!" "Go, go!" "Taft?" "You stay away from here, sarge." "All right." "Take it easy now, Taft." "It's just me." "I just want to help you." "Well, then just leave me alone, will you?" "What's going on?" "Relax." "She's on your side." "Jennifer, you get out of here." "I'm responsible for that man." "He's got so many battles going on inside his head, he doesn't know what he's gonna do next, and neither do I." "Now you please get out of here now." "He's my patient, Zeke." "I'm not leaving." "Taft..." "I want you to come back to the dispensary with me." "No." "There's too many people in there, and they need help." "Listen, Taft, you can't stay here." "These MPs out there, they're gonna kill you." "Well, that's fine." "Maybe that'd be all right, dying." "Nobody's gonna die." "You're wrong, sarge!" "I'm beginning to understand how Short Round felt." "Dying is the only way to escape the pain." "You take it real easy with that, now... just real easy." "Know him?" "No." "You!" "Get out!" "You better do it, slim." "But you men..." "Didi mau!" "Go on, now." "I'm sorry." "I..." "Now, take it easy with that, Taft." "Specialist Taft, you have to give this up." "Only thing we have to do, once we're born, is die, and I think I'm ready for that." "No shooting, Taft!" "You have my word." "Come on out!" "Just show yourself, soldier." "We can all go home." "Maybe I should let the MPs do it for me." "That would be too easy." "One shot, and it's all done and forgotten!" "But I take this place up, and then there will be some talk." "Folks will understand then, you know?" "No, I don't know." "Tell me." "It ain't right!" "They come in from Cambodia, and they kill us, but we can't go back and get them!" "You went back, Taft." "Come on, you went back." "You got them." "But I had to kill Short Round first, and what I did ain't never gonna leave me." "You're gonna have to be brave here, Taft." "Now, Dr. Seymour, she can help you if you let her." "You saw Short Round, sarge." "You saw what that mine did to him." "He was hurting so bad." "I kept thinking he was gonna pass out, but he just kept screaming!" "Maybe he had another 30 seconds," "I don't know, but it would have been like an eternity with that pain." "He wanted me to end it." "I think he did." "Oh, God!" "What did I do?" "You had compassion, Taft." "You were suffering with him." "Boy, KP has got to be about the worst thing in the world." "Yeah, it almost makes you appreciate combat." "Hey, guys," "I'm looking for Percell and Taylor." "You seen them?" "I thought they were with you." "No." "We got separated." "Oh, that's not good." "Your men, they're in trouble." "What are you talking about?" "Cho Lon, V.C., they've got them there." "Four M-16s." "Let's go!" "I'll show you the way." "What were you doing in Cho Lon?" "I was trying to prove a point." "Somehow the V.C. got in town." "Don't ask." "It's a long story." "We can get to them if we hurry." "Hey, is Anderson around?" "He's probably in town." "Goldman too." "I think I know where I can find him." "Let's go!" "So, GI, you like Cho Lon?" "Yeah, a real garden spot, dude." "Supposed to be a lot like New Jersey." "Don't make fun." "Other soul brothers like it here." "Yeah, well, we may all look alike, but we don't think alike." "Hey, look, man... we don't want any trouble." "Why don't you just let us go?" "Unh!" "You dead, honky!" "Huh?" "You should stay." "Make good life here." "No, see, I couldn't do that, because if I did that," "I'd never get to see the Supremes again... or, uh... uh, Denny McLain, pitcher for the Tigers." "Besides, I'm a capitalist." "Then you dead." "Hold it." "Wait." "Wait." "Hold it, guys." "Look, money's the name of the game, right?" "It's the same all over the world." "Look." "Take it." "We were just gonna spend it on women anyway." "Here, and this... we were gonna be doing some drinking and partying too." "Take it." "It's all yours." "No, no, no, no." "Hold it." "That ain't nothing." "See, I got a special stash." "You stop now." "Let's go!" "Good going, Taylor!" "When'd you start carrying that thing?" "My second year in high school!" "I don't know where we're going!" "Just keep running!" "Alex, it's Johnny." "I need to speak to Goldman." "This better be real good, McKay." "Percell and Taylor are in trouble." "What's wrong?" "I took them to Cho Lon to prove a point." "I'm sorry." "Look, they ran into V.C." "They got your men, Goldman." "I'll be right there." "Well, I guess it was kind of foolish for us to think we could forget the war for a minute." "GI!" "We ain't never gonna get out of here, Danny." "I don't know north from south, east from west." "We can't stay here." "Shh." "Go!" "Hey, hey, hey." "Let's give it a shot." "We'd better." "I'm out of ammo." "What the hell did you expect to accomplish by taking them down there?" "I have some strong feelings about this war." "I thought your men should see what's going on." "They see it every day." "Whose side are you on, Fornier?" "The South Vietnamese regime is corrupt and oppressive." "There is some justice on the Vietcong side." "Oh, don't talk that bull, man." "You have to admit..." "Listen, Fornier," "I'd love to discuss this sometime, maybe when we're back in the States, but right now, my men are about to get killed by V.C., and if they succeed, you're in a world of hurt, my friend." "All right, people, look here." "We got to decide what we're gonna do." "I already told you, sarge." "I got it all figured." "You and the doc leave, and I'll get on with it." "Well, I got a problem with that, Taft." "You see, you're real important to Dr. Seymour here, and she's not gonna leave you, and I sure as hell am not gonna leave her." "Well, then we'll all go up!" "Specialist Taft, try and listen to what I'm telling you." "You're in a state of emotional shock." "It's like your reason has shorted out temporarily." "I'm not crazy." "I know what I'm doing." "Of course you're not crazy, but you're hurting... badly." "What you did to Short Round was perfectly logical." "You know you had no choice in killing him." "You'd do it again." "You wanted to kill the pain, and you did..." "for Short Round, but in the process, you took it on yourself, and right now, it's crushing you." "I could get away." "I could go to Cho Lon." "I'd have some peace there." "No, Taft." "Come on." "Come on." "Listen to me, son." "They'd hunt you forever." "And you'd still have to deal with these same demons by yourself, and you don't have to do that." "Please come back with me." "Let me help you." "God..." "I..." "He was a..." "Oh, God!" "He was just a..." "I wasn't gonna..." "We're gonna help you." "I'm gonna help you." "I'm not gonna let them hurt you." "Please, please, just trust me." "Please trust me." "All right, all y'all, hold your fire." "We're coming out of here." "Real slow!" "Hands up!" "Whoa." "You be cool, now, lieutenant, real cool." "Call off your men there." "Go on, call them off." "It's all right, Taft." "He's not gonna hurt you." "Back off." "Get the cuffs on him." "Specialist Taft is coming back to the dispensary with me, and he's not going in handcuffs." "We'll see about that." "That's an order, Phillips." "Lieutenant!" "I appreciate how seriously you take your job, but all this man did was enter an unauthorized area." "Now, I'll take it from here." "Come with me, Taft." "Let's wrap it up, fellas." " All right, men." " Stand down." "Police the perimeter." "Go." "Thanks, Mama-san." "Thanks." "So, what do you think?" "We make a run for it?" "Man, I'm tired." "I'm tired and it's dark." "We're lost." "Charlie's in the street." "I think we ought to try and stay here till morning." "Marcus, I'm sorry I got you into this mess." "Don't worry about it." "If it wasn't you getting me into trouble over here," "I'd be getting you into trouble somewhere else." "At least you're trying to make sense of this mess." "The more I try to make sense of it, the less sense it makes." "I mean, Charlie gets to go anywhere he wants." "We cross the border, all of a sudden, they act like we committed a capital offense." "It's a double standard, and I got a problem with that." "No wonder the brothers are deserting." "They can't fight to win over here, and they got nothing going on back in the world." "What makes you any different?" "I don't know." "I guess I still believe." "In what we're doing over here?" "See, the way I see it, brothers that desert... they ain't gonna do nothing but live like rats in a hole." "At least I got some chance back home." "What the hell was that?" "They're coming." "We gotta get out of here." "Come on, come on!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Go!" "Go!" "Save yourself!" "Save yourself!" "Hear that?" ".30-caliber." "Yes, I do." "It was near here!" "Somewhere over there." "Go." "You got it." "Didi mau!" "Didi mau!" "Aaah!" "All right, guys." " This is it?" " You're sure?" "I'm positive." "Keep driving." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "It's Percell!" "They got Taylor!" "He's in there!" "On one!" "Hold it!" "Taylor's out of there!" "Let's kick some butt!" "Taylor!" "Hold it, LT!" "There's a family in there!" "Hold it, hold it!" "What are we gonna do, LT?" "We're gonna take them down." "Take it easy." "We ought to at least take them prisoner, LT." "And risk the civilians?" "Shut up, Fornier." "You speak Vietnamese?" "They speak English, LT." "Let the woman and the children go, and you can walk." "And you let them go?" "If they let the woman and the children go." "Didi mau." "See you in Cambodia." "Come on, come on." "Sorry about that, Mama-san." "Maybe one day, it won't be like this." "Go, go." "Cambodia yesterday, Cho Lon today..." "Seems like we're everywhere we ain't supposed to be." "We'll take you back, Fornier." "You can write your story." "It won't be as simple as I thought." "Maybe the truth is never simple, huh?"