Indochine Page #2

I even dreamt about it.

I kept seeing it.

Why did you do it?

I had to.

You were right.

There was opium aboard.

They're traffickers...

of high-quality opium.

Bao, the man you sank,

is a well-known supplier.

His father was before him,

and his son will be after him.

If you repeat what I've said,

I'll deny it all.

Don't you mind

how they look at you?

Why should I?

They're my coolies.

They're also men.

I'm their boss, that's all.

Commanding men is a man's job.

Men usually say that.

What's wrong?

I'm regressing back to childhood.

I had to stay this way for hours.

My head would spin.

I'd start dreaming.

Here.

About what?

The admiral who defeated

the Turkish fleet at Lepante.

He was 23.

The hero of all of Europe.

Don Juan of Austria.

What did you dream about?

I wanted to be a boy.

And now?

I don't need to dream.

Everything I love is right here.

Wait.

Don't move.

I think it's stopped now.

Don't get lost this time.

The chief is back from his trip.

What's his mood?

It's always good to see you.

A secret?

With all these people?

Luxury, mystery--

That's all it takes

to seduce a woman.

- You look tired.

- This time it's serious.

In Canton the offensive is ready.

The communists and nationalists

have joined forces.

With Moscow's blessing.

To us!

Now you have no choice.

You'll need protection.

And marriage is

the best protection.

- They're looking.

- I don't care.

No, what?

About the marriage, no.

Very well. To friendship.

Mama...

Tanh will forget me in Paris

when he meets those French girls.

Honestly, how do I look?

- Perfect.

- You always say that.

Do all French girls

have light skin like you?

The difference between people

isn't skin color...

it's this.

It's this. The taste...

the fruit.

A child who only crunches apples...

can't be like me.

I'm an Asian.

A mango.

- When will Tanh return?

- Not until next year.

Paris still fascinates him?

He asks whether I love him.

Well?

What's it like to love someone?

When it happens, you'll know.

I wanted to protect Camille.

She knew nothing about my life,

the men I'd met...

or those I'd loved.

I had had casual affairs...

the kind that leave no trace.

Jean-Baptiste met me at the house

where I grew up, near Saigon.

My father never wanted to sell it.

It contained his whole life

and all my childhood memories.

While waiting for you, I thought...

"He won't be here at 4:00.

He'll be a little late."

So I thought I'd quickly tidy up...

close the house and leave.

As if nothing had happened.

Our first meeting...

our rendezvous here, all erased.

Jean-Baptiste--

There's still time to keep

our story from beginning.

I should have fled.

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