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has so much to teach me.

Tomorrow afternoon, at 1700 hours...

...we will detonate six atom bombs

over the Forbidden City.

That's the last of the bugs, sir.

That should give those Reds

a thing or two to worry about.

Thank you.

You remember the Americans,

don't you?

Since they don't have an embassy here,

they asked us to be their eyes and ears.

Say Lyndon Johnson signed an order

to bomb North Vietnam, Laos...

...how would the Chinese react?

Well, they'd squawk.

But, you know, in their hearts,

the Chinese don't even like Ho Chi Minh.

Uh-huh.

Deep down, they're attracted to us.

They find our ways exciting.

Of course, they'd never admit it.

But the Oriental will always submit

to the greater force.

So if the Americans demonstrate

the will to win, the Vietnamese...

Mark my words.

- They will welcome them

into a mutually beneficial union.

You really believe that?

Sir, with all due respect,

you don't really think those little men...

...could have beaten us

without our unconscious consent, do you?

There are fewer things I understand

than I care to admit.

That's why I have men like you.

I'll note your opinions in my report.

The Americans always love to hear

how welcome they are.

Yes, well, I certainly...

Comrade Chin.

Forgive me, I didn't expect you.

Trash.

Decadent trash.

He's begun to tell me about Vietnam.

The Americans plan to increase

troop strength to 170,000 soldiers...

...with 120,000 militia

and 11,000 advisers.

Don't you understand how degrading

those images are to women?

And why do you have to behave this way

when he is not even here?

Comrade, in order to better serve

the great proletarian state...

...I practice my deception

as often as possible.

I despise this costume.

Yet, for the sake of our great helmsman,

I will endure it...

...along with all the other bourgeois

Western perversions.

I'm not convinced that this will be enough

to redeem you in the eyes of the party.

I'm trying my best

to become somebody else.

So I say to the Americans, Diem must go.

I mean, the U.S. Wants to be respected

by the Vietnamese...

...and there they are propping up

this seminarian nonentity as a president.

A man whose only claim to fame

is his sister-in-law.

A woman who imposes

fanatical moral order campaigns.

The Oriental woman, when she's good...

...she's very, very, very good.

But when she's bad, she's Christian.

Still playing the

missionary, are you, Gallimard?

Or are there other positions

that interest you as well?

You seem awfully shy, Gallimard.

Don't say this is the first time

that you're doing this.

Well, you could call it

my first extra extramarital affair.

I called room service for a bottle of wine,

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