...is dead...
Pyle is dead...
Delighted to meet you, too.
Please excuse my bad French.
When you dance, don't try to lead.
He's cute, the American. And has money, too.
Sometimes you're as vulgar as the French you hate so much.
Silence.
Hide!
It's okay, it's okay.
Is anybody there?
Is anyone there?
Excuse me.
My car down below has run out of gas.
Do you have any gas to sell?
No.
My friend and I will have to stay here until morning.
It's not allowed.
My friend.
I'm just gonna shut the door...
That's not necessary.
It's okay. Please, lower your guns.
Please lower them. He's a friend.
See, he doesn't even deny, he's a liar.
Come on, Phuong.
What are you doing here?
I'm looking for Monsieur Muoi.
He's not here.
He invited me to visit him here.
I'm a British journalist.
A friend of General Thé.
Where is Monsieur Muoi?
Crazy British, they drink too much.
He's a nobody. He's a no-one.
Throw him in the river.