The Quiet American Page #3
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- 1958
- 120 min
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Miss Phuong?
- Encore?
- Oui, merci.
If you don't mind my asking, Fowler,
how come you didn't go up to Hanoi
with the rest of the correspondents?
Well, I mean,
sending your assistant up instead,
I should think you'd wanna get
the smell of battle
the way the other boys do.
Oh, thank you,
but I'm not longer one of the boys.
I haven't been since my school days.
I don't think the battle smells, really.
It stinks. I don't like it.
You haven't answered my question yet.
Which, I'm afraid I've forgotten.
You were saying
that nothing rises from its ashes nowadays,
whether that was opinion or fact.
I suggest that you ask the dead.
French or communist, it doesn't matter.
Their ashes can't be told apart.
What about the living?
They want not to be dead.
Does it matter how they live?
If you mean does it matter
whether they stay alive
under French colonialism
or Chinese communism,
the answer is, no, it does not.
I was asking about a way of life,
not staying alive.
I don't think that Phuong, for example,
could tell you the difference.
Oh, she can tell the French
from the communists, of course.
The communists look like her own people,
but don't ask her to separate the concepts.
Don't expect her to understand ideas.
She's far too busy fighting for existence
in a world too full of people.
Isn't that a frightening assumption?
That 22 million people
are content only to stay alive?
That whether they stay alive
under one force or another
shouldn't matter to them in the least?
They've never known anything else
and what they don't know won't hurt them?
Isn't it just possible
that there's a third choice?
A third force?
Third force?
Twenty-two million Vietnamese
deciding for themselves
how they wanna live.
You must remember that for Americans,
figures have magical meanings.
A third force. Five freedoms.
Um, lucky seven, and
two for the price of one.
Well, time for just one more round
before supper.
Fowler?
I'm afraid we must be
seeing to our own dinner.
- Will you have it with me?
- Well...
I've never been, but I hear
the food's good at the Rendezvous.
Le Rendezvous!
It seems that we will be happy
to dine with you.
Joe?
Oh, I wish I could, son,
but Mrs. Morton won't eat anything
that isn't shipped from the States,
frozen or canned.
- Dominguez?
- Forgive me, my diet.
One evening, soon, we must all
dine together in a wheat field.
Encore a fresh scotch and soda.
You sure you won't break down
just this once, Dominguez?
Orange juice.
Good evening, sir. Are you alone?
No. That is, I'm with these people here.
I see you have no lady.
May I introduce Miss Yvette, Miss Isabel?
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