Eat a Bowl of Tea

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NEW YORK CHINATOWN

Haven't been too lucky, huh?

Seventy-five.

Years back...

...the Chinese came to America...

...leaving their women behind.

They thought they were

going to get rich.

And they'd go back to China

and be big shots.

But it seldom worked out that way.

Then, the U.S. Exclusion laws

came down on them.

They were treated differently

from the rest of the immigrants.

For 60 years, the Chinese

couldn't become citizens...

...and no Chinese woman

could come to America.

Not even a wife.

Not even a daughter.

Chinatown was dying.

The men just kept getting older.

Their sons couldn't

find women to marry.

And there were no families.

Well...

...the second world war

changed all that.

China became America's ally.

Congress passed new laws.

The old-timers

could become citizens...

...just like everybody else.

And the boys who fought

in the U.S. Armed Forces...

...could go back to China...

...take a bride...

...and bring her to America.

So one day we were dying off,

and the next thing you know...

...everybody's talking about

arranging marriages for their kids...

...and how many grandchildren

they were going to have.

You got a letter from your wife.

You're sending all this money

to your wife?

You sent some last week already.

No wonder I don't see you

around my club.

All this land your wife

is buying in China...

...the Communists

are gonna take it anyway.

Remember that.

"Dear husband:

All is well here.

But I think it's time...

...for our son to come home

to find a wife.

You promised you would talk

to your friend...

...who has a daughter back here

in our village..."

That's enough.

I know what she's gonna say.

He just came out of the Army,

my boy.

Two years ago.

Don't you start up on me.

Just write.

Now...

"Dear wife:
"

Blah-blah-blah-blah.

"I'm fine."

Blah-blah-blah.

"Very busy.

Business is..."

Very good?

- Excellent?

- No, no.

So-so.

Otherwise, I gotta send her

more money.

Hello, Lee Gong.

Letter to my wife.

Me too.

Thank you.

You got time for a drink?

- Why not come to my laundry?

- Fine.

There's something

I want to talk to you about.

I have something to talk to you too.

Come on.

Last night,

at the Chinese Elk Club...

...this guy falls over dead

in the middle of a card game.

- Never got to see his grandchildren.

- What grandchildren?

You know, in a manner of speaking.

Same thing is gonna happen to me.

I only got one son and he acts

like there's no tomorrow.

Ben is a good boy.

Did I tell you

I saw him the other day?

I went to the place where he works.

In Hoboken? What were

you doing in Hoboken?

I had some business.

Ben Loy is very nice and very polite.

That worthless kid.

He seems very smart.

I hope that one day

your boy finds a nice young lady.

You know, Lee Gong...

...I always hoped he could

marry a girl from back home.

Like your daughter.

Yeah, time flies.

My daughter is already

a grown woman.

Let's have a drink.

- I'd like to get you...

- Really?

...on a slow boat to China.

All to myself, alone.

I wanna see that place again

where you was raked by gunfire.

You do? Hold on.

- It's way in the back there.

- Come on.

Good morning.

What's the matter

with the water at your place?

The water heater broke down.

Do I have a pimple behind my ear?

No. It's a bit red, though.

Where have you been?

I've been looking all over for you.

I was at a club.

It's a sort of youth group.

Youth group?

Youth group, my ass.

You're not a youth anymore.

Now...

...I want you to fix this place up.

This is my place now, Dad.

I wanna talk to you.

What about?

I have a ticket for you.

A ticket?

You're gonna take a trip.

And when you come back...

...you're gonna be a big man.

Come back from where?

You're so skinny!

Remember your...

I'm your Aunt Gim.

I'm going to be your

Mui-Yan.

What's "Mui-Yan"?

I asked her to be your

matchmaker.

It's just an old custom.

You wouldn't know

this kind of stuff.

Mr. Big Shot, did you bring

your Army uniform?

You'd look even better

in that.

Step aside! Step aside!

Who's this?

You'd better watch it.

She's their matchmaker.

What's up?

Nothing, but the girl's mother

is a little worried.

She's heard that these GI's

who come back to get married...

...are all either lepers or cripples...

...who have to wear fake

arms and legs.

Hey, he understands

what you're saying.

I told her this is just a rumor.

But she simply won't believe me.

Well, you tell that woman

my son is a healthy boy.

His four limbs are just fine.

We can't take your word

for that.

Take a good look.

Flesh and blood.

Of course, he has great legs.

She should have believed me.

How embarrassing!

Is this from you?

That's from Dad.

- It's a waffle iron.

- Waffle?

What the hell is a waffle?

It's something you eat.

Eat?

Put it in that cupboard.

Tell him to send

the electricity next time.

He sends me this

fancy junk...

...so he won't have

to come back himself.

He's turned into an old man.

It's been over twenty years.

You tell him...

...if he's so concerned

about me...

...to come back and see me.

Over 20 years.

Twenty years.

You must have

a lot of boyfriends, then.

Boyfriend?

You are America, sex crazy.

I can't believe you and Dad

are putting me through this.

I think this may be

a big mistake.

You haven't even met

the girl.

If you don't like this girl

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