♪ JANES HOUSE: Gleaming the Cube
♪ It's that point of no return where you can take yourself
♪ When you reach deep down inside and make it shine
♪ It sets you apart from everybody else...
Corning through!
♪ You can do what they say just can‘t be done
♪ Time after time after time after time
♪ Gleaming
♪ Gleaming the cube
♪ Going higher and faster than anyone's ever been before
♪ Gleaming
♪ Gleaming the cube
♪ You're the best, you're on it
♪ Nothing can stop you now
♪ Dig deep, get down
♪ Cut loose and stnrt your stuff
♪ Take it forward, you
♪ And bring it on
♪ Yeah! Get tight, get right
♪ It's gonna come down to the facts
♪ You gotta ﬁnish what you started
♪ Even if you have to go it alone
♪ Gleaming
♪ Gleaming the cube
♪ Going higher and faster than anyone's ever been before...
Hey! What is this? We've been waiting 40 minutes.
For what? I told you last time it was the last time.
That's mean. I hear it's pretty expensive to get a pilot's lioenoe.
About $80 an hour? We're all here to subsidise you, man.
I told you, no more. Didn't you get the message?
I didn't get no message. What message? My machine must be broken, all right?
Look, man...
Tell me you can really afford to pass this up, all right?
All right.
But I'm only taking one of you.
- Now, watch it. - Killer.
I shouldn't be doing this. Why am I doing this?
You're right. I'd never give myself a lift, either.
(Boys singing)
Check it out. There's my mom's house, my dads house.
- Hey, there's my P-s Hut. - Quiet down. I can't hear the radio.
Empty pool, two o'clod<. Cross street?
Uh... Culver and Alton.
(Cheering)
It's no good. There's a foot of water down the deep end.
Oh, shit! Look at that!
- No! - That's Valhalla, the one with the pool guard.
- There's too many workmen down there. - Who cares?
- James, get us over to Garden Grove. - James?
Yeah, please. That's what most drivers are called, right?
- Yeah? Well, not this driver. - Bingo! That's it, right there.
Yeah! Let it l'ip!
- Gleam the cube, buddy. - Yeah!
Very nice!
- Love that rod<. - Rip it up. It's so rad.
- Yeah, Brian! - Rip it up, Brian.
Yeah! Whoa!
- 0h! - Whoo!
That was nice.
Yeah, Sam. Rip it up.
- Come on. Yeah! - Go for it, pal.
I'm on it.
Hey, Yabbo.
All right!
- Whoa! - Oh, Jesus Christ!
- Slam time. - Slammed pretty hard right there.
- A reﬁnishing job like this costs $2200. - What do you want me to do?
I gotta have the whole pool reﬁnished again,
have it acid-washed, drained, just because these kids come in here.
Don't smear the blood around. Take your shoes off. I don't want scuff marks.
You're in trouble. We have a homeowners' association up here.
- l was just having fun, 0K? - Fun? That's what you say, fun?
- Detective McGill. - I'm glad you're here, Detective.
Can I sue them? Can I sue his family? I wanna know. I can sue their fathers?
- Let me get some details. - Can they sue us?
- Who are these people? - My neighbours. Come on, move it!
- They think it's a blod< party. - Was there any damage done besides...
- Hey, get down. - What?
Down. Get down.
POOL OWNER I'm getting a pit bull. - OK.
You guys, this was a dumb move. Or maybe you've ﬁgured that out already.
Come on, man. We don't need a lecture.
Aren't you supposed to read us our rights or something, huh?
- Have it your way. What is that? - What?
- Smart ass. - Shit.
- Car's out front. - Don't call my mom, please.
- Get these guys outta here. - Attention! Sieg Heil!
Uh-oh.
The skateboard stays in the garage.
- It's not gonna shit on the rug. - Smart guy. What do you want from us?
To be like you? You think maybe if! had your haircut I could sell more policies?
If I had your mouth, I could close a deal every day.
Let's just go inside, please. Thank you.
MOTHER We're home.
- You all ﬁght? - Yeah, I'm all right.
He's in real trouble if he's arrested again.
And I'm not gonna be there to help him next time.
Oh, come on. Give him a break.
Given him too many.
Listen, I'm hungry. Anybody wanna help me with dinner?
(Rod< music on heaqahonss)
J'I'm skating downthestreet yousee, andlrunintoapopbottle
J'Ifelloverandbroke myleg
J' Butl that's OK..
Jssus! Chill out, man.
- What the hell... ? - Asshole.
Asshole?
I take it bad<. You're a sloppy asshole.
Well, you know what they say. It's a dirty job.
They love you, you know.
They don't know what to think of me.
Hey.
You moved.
All right, it's my turn.
Yeah, but itwas a good move.
Jesus Christ.
Look, everyone knows you're the hero around here.
Will you be quiet? I am trying to concentrate.
Oh, my God.
(Knod<ing)
- Hi. - Hi.
Just let me get my jad<et.
- Hi, Brian. - Hi.
(T urns music bad< on)
See you.
♪ ..have a kidanddie!
J' That's it! That's it!
♪ Can you believe it? That's all he wants to do
J' That'shiswholelife Mylifeismorethanthat
♪ I wanna do the X-plan, the etemaIX-plan...
J' Right now! Right now!
I'll see you guys. Bye-bye.
- Whoa! - Get out of the way.
- You left this at home. - Shit.
- Geometry. - | ﬁxed a couple of the answers.
You did OK. If you put some effort into it, you might even pass without me.
All right, man.
All right, you owe me one.
By the way, Brian, I always forget which one of you guys is adopted.
Yeah, that's really funny, Yabbo. You're hysterical, man.
Kelly, come over here.
My ﬁiend wants to meet you. He doesn't believe your name is Kelly.
Look, not today, OK, Bobby? l'm late.
Don't worry, Kelly. The Colonel loves you.
Oh, no fresh vegetables It takes three weeks forthe boat to reach Vietnam.
We are just sending medical supplies.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Say hello to the family, please.
- Tina, put Mr Phong on the guest list. - OK.
You're late, Vinh. Very unusual.
Sorry, sir. I got stud< on a calculus problem.
No problem. I'll take it out of your pay cheque.
Daddy.
Get to work.
- Colonel Trac - Did you ﬁnish already?
There's something wrong with the shipping weight of the last container.
Most of the items seem too heavy.
500lb for a crate of cotton balls?
COLONEL: So how long have you been an expert in medical supplies?
But, sir, there's a halfa million dollars involved.
Well, let's just say I think somebody may be ripping us off.
Who?
Weslpac Medical Supply is the distributor and they have been handling all the shipping.
Nonsense. I'm sure this is just a clerical error.
Maybe.
I know. I 'II go double—check the last few shipments
Wait.
You've been working here for two weeks now, and you're doing a good job.
But I cannot have you spending time
on shipments that have been paid for and dispatched with no complaints.
Maybe I need an experienced person to ﬁnish the job, OK?
MOTHER: Hi. - Hi.
- Oh, honey. Let me see that. - What?
- I bet you got that skating. - I didn't notice.
I wouldn't worry if you'd buy some new safety pads
or one of those helmets | see the boys wearing.
- They're all pretty expensive, Mom. - I know, but...you're worth it.
- Oh, no way! - Yeah, yeah.
These are the most expensive.
Well, I shouldn't tell you this, but I love to watch you skating.
- You do? - You know how clumsy I am.
I can't believe a son of mine is so graceful.
- Yeah. - Well, sometimes he's graceful.
Oh, man. When did you start smoking?
Shut the door.
- They don't know you smoke yet? - I just started
That shil'll give you cancer, man.
I'm in trouble.
What? You got a B plus in calculus?
You think you're pretty smart. You think I'm an asshole.
You think | just kiss up to Mom and Dad and pay the rent with good behaviour.
All right, look, I'm gonna step outside and I'm gonna come bad< in.
What do you say we start over, huh?
(Knod<ing)
Hey, Vinhski. Why the long face, pal?
- Maybe you and yourfriends are right - We are?
You don't trust adults at all, do you?
Here's what I think.
- Adults are predictable. - Don't count on it.
Yeah? They're living under this illusion that life as we know it
is gonna continue for ever.
So they expect you to behave as though what you do today
is gonna have an effect on where you'll be in 30 years.
I mean, it's ridiculous to think there's gonna be anything in 30 years, you know
I don't know what's worse, you know
Being blown up in a nuclear war or having a 7-Eleven on every corner.
And what ifthe world doesn't blow up? Then where are you gonna be?
I don't know.
You're still mad because they adopted me, huh?
Come on, man. Look, it's been 11 years, all ﬁght? You're not my problem.
- What happened at work today? - Why today?
Cos you weren't like this yesterday.
Come on, man. What happened?
One minute I thought I was doing something right and the next minute...
Maybe I'm not the one who screwed up.
I know I got those ﬁgures right.
What ﬁgures?
Just forget it. You just wouldn't understand.
VINH: Police?
Owner.
- Want to tell us something now - There's nothing to tell.
- Who are you really working for? - I told you.
- (Speaks Vietnamese) - No Vietnamese, goddamn it.
- What did you say? - He's a communist sympathiser.
He's a kid, for Christ's sake.
Now, who did you tell about those containers?
Tell what?
Don't you lie to me. Who did you tell?
(Knod<ing)
The kid says he works for you.
He told you the tnrth. What have you got him there for?
Maybe I should have brought him to your place?
Very well. I'll talk to him. He's an honest boy. He's no threat.
It's just an unfortunate misunderstanding.
Oh, bullshit. I tie him up and I bring him here.
You don't think he's gonna tell someone?
Then I'll explain everything to him. He will understand.
I hope you're right about that, Colonel.
After you. Come on.
- (Speaks Vietnamese) - (Colonel speaks Vietnamese)
I don't know what happened. I've done this before. I never killed anyone.
- It's been done to me. I'm still alive. (Colonel speaks Vietnamese)
He's dead.
Jesus.
(Knod<ing)
Housekeeping.
(T rain's hooter)
(Screams)
I don't know. Like I said, I think it was 12 o'clod<, maybe a little after,
I rented a room to this Chinese kid.
- Next thing I know... - This kids Vietnamese.
- Well, they all look alike. - No, they don't.
Don't mind Mr PR Look, did you notice anything unusual about the way he acted?
Shit. Kids didn't kill themselves when l was going to high school.
What the hell's going on, Lucero?
Huh. What do I know? Is there any sign of drugs?
No, nothing immediate.
Which one of you knowsthe family?
Yeah, OK. I'll make the call.
Come on, what is this? I haven't done anything.
I think you should talk to your father.
Come on.
What?
What? What?
No!
Let us pray. O Lord, hear our prayer,
in which we humbly ask of your mercy, that you will give your servant Vinh,
whom you have commanded to leave this world
apIaceintheIandofIightandpeace
andbidthathebe made a companion ofyoursaints,
through Christ our Lord, amen.
PRIEST: Mayherestin peace. Amen.
- Yo. - Hey, Brian. See you at the ramp.
Excuse me. Could you translate some of this for me? I don't read Vietnamese.
No, you don't know. Great.
- Sir, do you read... - What about this, then?
- I don't know. I don't know. - You don't know. No. OK. Great.
Yeah, yeah. Can you translate some of this for me?
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Thanks.
Uh...excuse me. Can you read me some of this?
(Speaks Vietnamese)
- Drugs - Drugs?
Yeah. See here? They're drug supplies.
- (Speaks Vietnamese) - Maybe drugs.
- Where did you get this? - I found it.
Thanks.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
(Horns blare)
Hey, jerk! Get outta here!
(Horn blares)
Sorry. Hi. I gotta ask you a question.
Lost and Found is in the main ofﬁce.
No, um...
- It's about the kid who killed himself. - What about him?
Could you tell me who found him?
Maybe I found him. What do you care?
- He was my brother. - Do you think I'm blind or stupid?
Aboydied
It's nothing to joke about.
Yeah, you just be there, both of you. I'm gonna go right now. Yes.
♪ KHANH HA: Nowhere to Run (Sung in Vietnamese)
- What's going on here, Bobby? - Not Bobby. Nguyen. Nguyen.
I'm sorry. Nguyen. Look, let's start from the beginning.
Who's been asking about us?
$50,000 and a plane tid<et to Bangkok and then I tell you.
- (Speaks Vietnamese) - English, goddamn it. Speak English.
- I told him not to be stupid. - I'm not stupid. It's my insurance.
(Music ends)
I ll get you to Bangkok but that's it You sen forget about the $50, 000.
BOBBY: A plane tid<et is easy. I want the money.
Don't give me a jerk-off hand job!
♪ KHANH HA: Never Can Say GoodJye (Sung in Vietnamese)
(Gunshot)
You handle guns very well.
What was I supposed to do, let him shoot me?
You were a soldier. You've done your share of killing.
It was in defence of my country. This is different.
- How is it different? - This is murder.
It was an accident.
Put your mind at rest. l'll handle this.
No.
I know his father. l'll handle it.
(Music stops)
(Car door shuts, engine starts)
(Car drives off)
Right here.
Don't step out there. You'll walk... Not there.
Get over here.
Let's go over it again. You get taken here.
Then the guy gets out of the car, talks to a couple of other guys.
- And then he's dead. Who shot him? - How am I supposed to know
Expect me to stid< my head out and ask everybody to turn around?
- Hey, wise as. - OK, OK. Bad< it up, then. Bad< it up.
You're in the bad< seat of the car of the guy who was following you.
- Right - Wh y was he following you?
I don't know. He was just following me. Maybe he was a pervert.
Right. You jumped in the bad< seat of a pervert's car? You playing hard to get?
If I had a dog with a face like yours,
l'd shave his ass and teach him to walk bad<wards.
What'd you say? Say that again. Say it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, big guy. Hey.
You, you little shit. You just watch your goddamn mouth.
I'm telling you, it happened right here. I'm not lying!
Oh, no? You gotta hear what it sounds like from where I'm standing.
OK, get in the car.
I said get in the car.
Oh, man.
What do you think?
There ain't shit here.
You're really pissing me off. Don't waste people's time.
Look, he made a call from the payphone at the Arco station on Cantella.
The people he called must have been the people he met here.
Oh, God.
I'm waiting. Is there anything else?
Hm?
I don't, uh...
I don't think my brother killed himself.
0K.
OK. Talk to me.
My brother was not the type of kid
who'd go into a motel and hang himself.
So, I mean, I just wanted to ﬁnd out a little more about it.
So I went to the motel for myself, you know, just to check it out.
And then this Bobby Nguyen guy starts following me around.
And then he comes here and he gets killed, just the way I said it.
- Why would I make this up? - I don't know.
0K, 0K. Fine.
♪ MOZART: Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
Yabbo.
Brian, come in or go home, but don't crush my dracaena marginatas.
YABBO: Mom.
BRIAN: I love that game. It's very exciting.
YABBO: I don't mean to be, like, nosy or nothing,
but is everything all right at home?
BRIAN: Hm. I'll just talk to you when we go down.
0K.
(Rod< music)
I don't know. Do you think I failed Vinh?
Failed him? You fail math, not brothers, ﬁght?
But you know what I mean. Maybe I am as bad as they say.
- Who eeys? - Everyone.
Agh! Don't listen to the numbers, the common herd.
Shine it on. You're different.
(Music stops)
I'm different? Have you checked yourself out in the mirror this morning?
That's an oversimpliﬁcation.
When I say different, I mean different.
Brian, you gleam the cube.
Huh?
You're in worse shape than I thought.
The cube, Bﬁan. The place that you skate when you let go.
Don't worry. It's an intangible.
Nine tenths of the people don't grasp it, so I guess you're safe for now.
I don't know. Maybe I don't wanna be different.
Well, it's not optional
I guess I could always just run away, you know
I wouldn't blame you, but you don't wanna see your picture on a milk carton.
Listen, I'll tell you what.
I'll see that they put your picture on a six-pad< of Bud.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Mr Nguyen? Robert Nguyen?
Yes.
Never mind.
MAN: It's open.
What the hell do you think you're doing here? Huh?
What do you think? What are you doing here, huh?
Take a guess.
Wait. You found out something, ﬁght? Right?
Come on, man. You have to tell me.
Look, um...we're his family. We have a ﬁght to know.
Will you sit down? Sit down.
Jesus. Nice place.
Very nice. Very nice.
What's that?
What does it look like?
All I'ight, look.
I know how much this means to you and your family,
so I'm gonna tell you what I know.
Nothing I got ﬁght now says your brother didn't commit suicide.
- Everything else ssys he did. - Well...
The only reason I'm even a teeny bit interested
is your brother didn't register at the motel the night he died.
- He didn't? Who did? - I don't know who did.
- Bobby Nguyen? - I don't know that.
What about the call he made from the payphone at the gas station?
You don't worry about that, OK? I got that covered.
Now you do me one big favour and you get outta here. I'm woﬁ<ing.
- What do you have against me, anyway? - What?
Well, look at you, man. You're a screw-up.
Hey, I was a screw-up too. Believe me, I know the symptoms.
So you're saying you're not one any more?
A screw-up, I mean?
Could a screw-up acquire such wealth, power and prestige?
- Especially in Orange County. - Yeah, well...
So, what do you have against Orange County?
- Didn't I ask you to leave? - There's gotta be something else.
You wanna piss me off? I want you outta here ﬁght now! Got it?
Go!
Damn you!
- Pid< it up. - No!
Hey, pid< it up!
Like, uh...
Sorry. You're... You're just trying to help.
I'm being an asshole.
All ﬁght, forget it.
Look, as soon as I know somean forsure, I'll let you know, OK?
Right.
Automobile Club.
- Hello. Bolsa Video. - What?
Bolsa Video. May I help you?
Uh...no. Wrong number.
Bolsa Video.
Hi.
0w!God!
Busybody.
Got something about phone numbers?
Give me that.
See you later.
I ﬁgured something out.
Bobby Nguyen called Bolsa Video.
Bolsa Video is owned by Colonel Trac
My brother was woﬁ<ing for Colonel Trac
mummuum
Now all we have to do is ﬁnd the Ameﬁcan, the guy who shot Nguyen.
Bﬁan, we ran a paswort check.
Bobby Nguyen, your Bobby Nguyen, arﬁved in Bangkok last night.
- They're coveﬁng their tradcs. (Phone ﬁngs)
Yeah, ﬁght. Excuse me.
Lucero.
Just one moment, please. Harv.
- Yeah. - You take this.
Bobby Nguyen saw this. That's why he started following me.
Where'd you get this?
My brother.
Why didn't you show it to me before?
I ﬁgured you'd think he was mixed up in drugs or something.
Drugs?
Nick. Take a look at this.
What's that say?
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Antibiotin, 200lb. Bandages, 800lb.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Alcohol, 500 gallons.
It's a list of medical supplies and quantities.
Thank you, Nid<.
Your brother was working for the relief fund, right?
He was over there duﬁng the war, woﬁ<ing in Intelligence.
And you can keep this.
Well, then, what about the motel registration, the other guy?
Look, Bﬁan,
I think it's time to let it go.
It was a suicide. That's what the coroner found.
We gave it a shot, but that's the way it's gonna go down in the books.
- They killed my brother. - You're not listening to me.
You're the one who's not listening! They killed my brother!
BRIAN: Vinh, we gotta talk.
You started something and I don't know how to ﬁnish it.
You were always good at that.
Finishing, I mean.
Remember that aircraft-carﬁer model?
I bought it, but I couldn't follow the instructions, so you put ittogether.
Iguess thatwasalwaysthe thing.
You were always one step ahead.
I could never catch up.
That really pissed me off.
So I justgave up. I stopped frying.
It's funny, huh?
I mean...
now it seems everybody else has given up on you except me...a screw-up.
I'm not giving up on you.
I miss you, Vinh.
I mean, I hate doing my own homewoﬁ<.
Here.
So, what do you want?
Well, uh...
It's kind of hard to explain.
I want us to be ﬁiends.
- Bﬁan, we can't. - Why not?
I'm sure that on your planet there must be someone for you to be friends with.
It wouldn't be any better for you than for me.
We don't have anything in common.
We have Vinhy.
Not any more, we don't.
And it's more complicated than that
Look, I'm gonna be honest with you.
My father won't let me see Ameﬁcan boys, even as ﬁiends.
- I don't understand. - You don't have to.
Hold on. Hold on. What?
And even if he would, Bﬁan,
would you look at yourself?
Yeah. I get it.
I'm sorry.
Hi, honey.
Oh, my...
Oh! Look at you.
What do you think?
Hi, Dad.
(Crashing)
Whoo!
Oh, my God.
- Hey, check out Kelly. - Oh, no.
Quid<! Dial 911!
- Halloween's in October, Bﬁan. - So?
So why are you in that costume?
I know. He must have sent everything to the cleaner's.
-Hismomputhim uptoit - Yeah. Rip it up.
- Hey, where's your board? - I felt like walking today.
Now, now, now. We have to talk about this.
- I can't ﬁght now. - Nice threads, Kelly.
(Laughter)
Oh, no!
Hi.
(Shouting in Vietnamese)
- No Ameﬁcan boys! - (Speaks Vietnamese)
(Speaks Vietnamese) ..discrimination. What does it mean to you?
Americans ssn come to yourstore buttheyssn'tcome to yourhome?
Hi.
Father, Mother, you remember Bﬁan Kelly.
Bﬁan, this is my father and this is my mother.
- Hi. COLONEL: This is quite a change.
Yeah, my hair.
I guess we all do unexpected things sometimes, don't we?
Yes, I suppose we do.
Bﬁan, ifwe want to get to an eight o'clod< movie...
Would you like to come in and have some tea?
- Yeah, that'd be nice. - Some other time, Mother.
I think we should.
If the Colonel doesn't mind, there's a million questions I'd like to ask him.
- Questions? - Bﬁan, we have to go.
Yeah. About... About history.
About what really happened in Vietnam, you know.
I think itwould help me understand what happened to my brother.
Someday, perhaps, but you have your movie.
- Right. - Bye.
Good night. Thanks.
So, what else does your father do besides send medicine?
- Isn't that enough? - I don't know.
He does that all by himself? That's amazing.
He has plenty of help.
All Vietnamese or does he woﬁ< with some Ameﬁcans?
How would you like it if! was talking and talking about your father all night?
I guess I'd say, 'Catch you Iater.‘ So what shall we talk about, then?
Well...how about skateboarding?
- Yeah? - Yeah. What's so great about it?
It's something I can do by myself. There's nobody there to judge me.
You know
It's just a way I can express myself.
It's like...
I don't know how else to say it.
And you've stopped?
Yeah.
Hey, Brian. Catch this
BRIAN: This is stupid, man. VINH: Come on. It's yourbirthday.
VINH: Come on. FATHER Come on, Brian. Brighten up.
You'd brighten up a room just by leaving it
Come on, now. Let's have a three-way sstch.
- Throwitto me. VINH: Ready?
FATHER: AII rightI Oh-ho! BRIAN: I hate mm
- It's all yours, Brian! - I don't wanna play this
MOTHER Brian! Come on, honey. Open some of yourpresents
LOOK happy birthday- Come on. Come on. Brian.
(Clears throat)
- I'm home. MOTHER Give me that
(Video Stops)
So how are you?
That's the ﬁrst time in your life you've ever asked me that question.
Um...
How's woﬁ<?
It's awful hard to think about actuaﬁal tables or ﬁre indemnity
when I can't get Vinh off my mind.
Yeah, I know.
We always said Vinh was special because we chose him.
We chose him.
But how did that make you feel?
(Sighs) Bﬁan, what did I ever do for you?
You... You took me to Disneyland.
Once, when you were six
Yeah. And they threw me out of the paﬁ< for pissing on Donald Dud<.
I was difﬁcult before you adopted him, Dad.
Anyway, that... That's all in the past.
Just like Vinh's death.
You can't blame yourself.
Are you giving me advice?
Yeah, I guess so.
I'll take it.
Ha! He's on a bicycle!
Next thing you know, he'll be ﬁding a scooter.
Bﬁan, we found a killer pool, man.
40-foot kidney, 10 feet deep.
The pool's empty and the house burned down last week.
He burned it down.
- No, not today, man. - Not today? Why?
Bﬁan, everybody knows that you're blaming yourself for Vinh's...
well...for the way that he died.
But I want you to know that your ﬁiends,
you know, we still think about you.
Thanks.
What's gotten into him, man?
I don't know, but if! get it, shoot me.
(Yelling)
(Speaks Vietnamese)
(Applause)
(Speaks Vietnamese)
(Microphone feedJad<)
Thepressishere andfortheirbeneﬁt I'dlike toremindthem
that we are here today to celebrate relief
in the form of the Vietnamese Anti Communist Relief Fund.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You look nice. - Thanks.
So do you.
Uh, what's... What's this?
Don't you like Vietnamese food?
My parents always made a federal case about it.
They said I had to eat itjust to be nice to Vinh,
so, ofcourse,lhadtobeajerk
Besides, it's always seemed kind of weird.
What about Ameﬁcan food? You don't think a chilli dog's weird?
Look, you can't be scared of Chao Tom. It's just shﬁmp over sugar cane.
- And this is ﬁce ﬂour with shredded shﬁmp. - Ed! Ed!
- Chao ong, Mr Phong. - Long time no see.
What are you doing this far from the farm?
- Who's that guy? - Mr Lawndale?
TINA: He owns Weslpac Medical Supply.
And he arranges the shipping for my father's relief programme.
_ Why? - Uh...nothing.
LAWNDALE' Let me buy you a coffee.
Jesus.
Jesus Chﬁst.
Someone broke in last night and opened a crate.
It contained 50 ﬁfles and 20,000...
Thank you.
50 ﬁfles and 20,000 rounds of ammunition.
Nothing was taken. It might have been a doper.
We get a few of those. But it might not have been.
I want nothing to compromise the movement.
The movement? Colonel, I'm worﬁed about me.
- But we have a common bond. - No.
I have 30 SAM missiles, 1,000 M16s and halfa million rounds...of ammunition.
- And I've moved them. - Where? My people are waiting for them.
They'll just have to wait a little longer, that's all.
Do you ever think about the future?
You mean, what do I wanna be when I grow up?
Yeah.
I don't know.
I used to wanna be a veteﬁnaﬁan,
on a farm, you know, horses and cows.
You on a farm?
Yeah. I used to wanna live in the country.
Helps cows get well so they live long enough to be turned into quarter pounders.
- It's ﬁdiculous. - How'd you get to be so cynical?
Practice.
- Can I ask you something personal? - Sure.
Uh...
Where... Where's the bathroom?
Thanks.
- What are you doing? - Just checking out this map.
I wanted to ﬁnd out where Vinh...
My parents just pulled in. You'd better go out the bad< door.
Didn't they know I was coming over?
Why did you ﬁsk that?
Just hurry.
Quid<. Quid<.
Bye.
Damn.
(Thunder)
(Firewoﬁts explode)
- What was it? - I don't know. I think they're inside.
Cover me, OK?
What the heck is going on here?
- Fireworks - You gotta be kidding me.
Whalthe heckis this?
Hey! Whatare you doing out there? Hey!
-Comeon,now!OpenthedoorI -Thedoor'slocked.
(Shouting and banging on door)
- Watch your badcs! Coming through! - Come on! Let's feed it over here!
- Where the hell were you guys? - Round the other side.
LAWNDALE: Whatdoyouthinklpayyoufor?
- I can't be in two plases at once. - I want a report on my desk ﬁrst thing.
Wait a minute. Look at this.
What's that? Give me that goddamn thing.
Son of a bitch!
FIREMAN: Let's get some ladders here!
(Thunder rumbles) FIREMAN: The help ofthe heavens, huh?
FIREMAN #2: Yeah, look at that FIREMAN #3: Thank God.
FIREMAN: Hose that right there. All ﬁght you guys Come on.
FIREMAN #2: Roll it up, Sandy! - OK!
TeII engine company 13 that they ssn go on back
You moved everything out, so no-one can ﬁnd anything. We're safe.
- What makes you think you're so safe? - Whatdo you mean?
We're in this together, ﬁght? We share a common bond, remember?
If it happened to one of us, it could happen to the other.
Ameﬁcans, they're all crazy.
Get Tina and go to Tang's house.
You promised me. No more war.
It was all over.
You said no more war.
Daddy, what's going on?
Go to your Uncle Tang's house ﬁght away.
Why? What's happening?
- Nothing. - Then why do I have to go?
- Who is it? - Detective Lucero.
Detective Lucero, Mr Kelly.
- Remember me? - Yeah.
I'd like to talk to your son for a minute if! could, please.
It's been raining. Huh.
Now, listen to me. I don't like bullshit, not from anybody, OK?
Least of all from someone I've gone out on a limb for.
Now, I can't pin that ﬁre on you ﬁght now, but I know you set it
and that makes it a whole different ball game.
You don't go around setting ﬁres. I don't care what your problem is.
Somebody had to shake their tree. You said so yourself.
By the rules. But you don't like rules, do you?
No, you're above the rules, ﬁght? Well, let me give you a piece of news.
I was the one guy in the universe that listened when you talked.
Now there's nobody.
Bﬁan?
Jeez. What are you doing here?
God, you're soaked!
Let me get you a towel.
Here we go.
Just dry off there.
Everything's falling apart.
Sit down.
I was supposed to go to my uncle's house.
My father told me to go.
He's in some kind of trouble and I'm really scared.
- Sony. - What do you have to be sony for?
Causing you trouble.
My friendship with an Ameﬁcan boy is the least of my troubles.
You know, I really like you.
- What time is it? - It's almost six
Oh, my God. This is still damp.
I have something here you could try.
Here you go.
I'll give this bad< to you later.
No problem.
Thanks, Bﬁan.
- What's this? - Nothing. It's just an old lighter.
- This is my father's. - I got it at some army surplus store.
The Ameﬁcan ambassador gave this to my father in 1972.
It has his name on it.
Any way I try and explain it, it's gonna come out all wrong.
Try.
(Colonel speaks Vietnamese)
Wherewereyou?Wheredidyougo?
Do you have any idea what we were going through? Where were you?
- What happened to Vinh? - Why ask me about that now
What happened to Vinh?
- Who have you been speaking to? - How did he die?
He killed himself. How would I know more than you?
It wasn't about guns, Daddy? It wasn't about Mr Lawndale?
It's his brother, isn't it?
All of this.
I don't blame him for what he's done.
I'd have done anything. Anything.
Vinh Kelly's death was an accident. You have to believe one thing about me.
Whatever I've done, I've done for our Vietnamese nation.
His brother.
You don't know what the boy's done.
Leave me now.
Ihavesomethingtotakecareof
He's a kid? And he did it alone? Chﬁst.
As long as he's keeping it between him and us, you know what has to be done.
No, Ed. I'm out.
Well, I'm not.
Hi, Nid<.
Hey, buddy!
Christ.
- Mr Lawndale wants to see you. - Yeah? What for?
- He wants to talk. - Yeah, ﬁght.
(Car horn blares)
Jeez!
So, why were they following you?
- They said Lawndale wanted to see me. - Mm-hm. That's not what they say.
They say you called them fud<ing faggot slant-eyed gooks.
That really sounds just like me, you know
Oh, yeah?
You ready to tell me about the ﬁre?
What ﬁre?
- Are you scared, Bﬁan? - No.
Yeah.
You ought to be.
- Motorcycles, out of nowhere. - Don't think about it.
- Two guys Iryand mowme down. - Sweetheart, just...
- Look at this. It's trashed. - It's just a skateboard, sweetheart.
The most important thing is that you're all ﬁght.
Who was the other guy, the one that got Iud<y and rode ofI?
What other guy?
Come on. You don't think he'd be protecting you ﬁght now, do you?
You can bet your as he wouldn't.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
TV: Give me anA
Give me a B.
Fellas, this is Detective Oliver. Let's all get to know each other.
Nice to meet you.
So...
..who paid you guys to run down that kid?
Trac or Lawndale?
- Who's Lawndale? - Who's Trac?
Yabbo. Come on, now. Wake up.
Wake up, all ﬁght? Yabbo.
Wake up.
You can ﬁx this, ﬁght?
Bﬁan's dead.
OK. Then I need a new deck, all ﬁght?
Street wheels, Iapper, noseguard, rails.
- Make sure the trudcs are real tight. - Who are you?
I don't have time to jeﬁ< around.
The lawyers are getting angry, but I told them they were still in processing.
OK, we're gonna go through this one more time for the detective here.
- The whole story. - Hey.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Lawndale.
That's all
Thanks, guys. You've given us everything we need.
LUCERO: Book 'ern, Harv.
No, no, no, no, no. Blad< ones. These.
Bﬁan, it's a rougher ﬁde on the street. All they are is faster.
Right.
You got it.
BRIAN'S FATHER Brian, Detective Lucero's here. Wake up.
BRIAN: A little tighter.
OK, good.
- It's beautiful. - Thanks.
Thank you, man.
- All ﬁght, call the guys, ﬁght? - All ﬁght. I'm on it.
(Phone ﬁngs)
- Hello? (Ringing continues)
- Hello? - Yabbo. Yeah, what's up?
- You still got the keys to the trud<? - Yeah. You wanna make a delivery now
No, man. Who can eat a p-s at six in the morning? It's time to scramble.
- Round up the guys. Bﬁan needs us. - Yeah, ﬁght.
Gremic! Yo, Gremic!
Come on.
- Whoa! Thanks for coming, man. - Yabbo. It's too eaﬁy, man.
I don't think you should go to Bangkok. We're in this together.
We killed Vinh, and he only meant well.
We killed Bobby Nguyen. He started out a good boy and you got to him.
Look, no-one knows anything except a kid on a skateboard.
My daughter knows as well. Are you going to kill her too?
Daddy, a police car just pulled up outside.
Here we go, Vinh.
Go out and talk to them. Go on.
(Tina screams)
(Gunshot) (Tina screams)
You all ﬁght, man?
Hey! Don't try anything. Now, come on, come on.
Shit. Into the police car. Come on. Come on. Come on. In!
(She shouts in Vietnamese)
- Call 911. Get an ambulance. - Help me!
Don't die! Help me!
Get in there. Get down on the ﬂoor.
Damn!
Here, let me. This is...
This is against the law.
- There is an electrical malﬁrnctr'on. - Mind ifl dﬁve?
Freeway! Come on! Come on!
I don't wanna hurt you but ifyou come up again, goddamn it, I vrill.
Turn Ieﬁ, damn it!
Go round these cars. Go round 'em.
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Put the roof lights on. Come on. Lights!
(Siren wails)
Get down there! Now you stay put!
Not the wipers! The lights! The lights!
Southbound on Harbour Boulevard, approaching Cantella.
I'm requesting assistance.
- Yo, bro. - Yabbo?
- Yeah. - This is it.
You're after a stolen police car on Harbour, heading south near Cantella.
- That's it. - 0K.
You got your team, I got mine.
Hey! Let's go, everybody! We gotta go to Cantella and Harbour.
All ﬁght! Let's go!
BRIAN: There he is. LUCERO: Got him.
LUCERO: Hold on. BRIAN: Jeez.
Right up here. Pull in here.
Hold it! Where are you going?
- Are you looking? - Yep.
Whoa!
Jeez! I'll get out and check the next lane.
No, don't...
- Yourright dooris ajar. - Lawndale's gonna be pissed.
Now! Go!
- There he is. - Yourright dooris ajar.
Yourright door...
(Horn blares) - Hey, hold it! Hey!
Go round the car. Go around it. Go!
LUCERO: Oh, come on.
Bﬁan, don't. Don't, don't. Bﬁan!
(Horns blare)
Move! Outta the way!
Hey, cop! Police!
- Oh, yeah. - Police. Move along. That's ﬁght.
Thank you.
Get up there. See that road? Turn ﬁght.
(Horn blares)
Oh, my God.
- Go through 'em. Go through them. - No. No!
- Run 'em down. - No!
I said run 'em down!
- Whoo! - Brian!
Whoo!
Let's go.
Let's go! Let's go!
Goddamn kids.
You see that intersection? Go through the intersection. Go through it.
(Horns blare)
LAWNDALE: Up on the kerb, the diamond lane. Go on, get up there!
Cut in front of this car. Come on!
- What the...? - Hey! Hey.
- The guy who hit you isn't a cop. - No shit?
- So go get him! - Thanks a lot, pal.
- What the hell...? - Hi. Still with you.
- Come on. Let's go! - OK.
(Siren wails)
(Beeps horn)
Hey! Lucero! All ﬁght!
Follow him!
Goddamn it.
Come on. Move it! Faster! Faster!
The freeway exit ﬁght over here. Pull oft!
(Shouting)
(Musical trud< horn)
Bﬁan!
- Thanks for the ﬁde. - Wait!
Whoo!
Rip!
Let's catch the son of a bitch!
(Yells)
Come on! Come on! Come on! Get over!
Your right door is ajar.
- Come on! Come on! - No, please! No!
- Whoo! - Let's go!
DRIVER Is the kid OK? TINA: Bﬁan? Bﬁan?
DRIVER: Where'dhe come from?
- Are you OK? - Yeah. You OK?
Yeah, I'm ﬁne.
BRIAN: Hi.
- Take it easy. Just stay there. - Yeah.
We'll take care of you. All ﬁght?
YABBO: Shit.
- This thing's less than an hour old. - Didn't have the trudcs straight.
- I could have been killed. - Sony. Next time, all ﬁght?
It's all ﬁght.
Your um...
Your father?
I'm sony.
I really am sony.
What are you gonna do?
My mother wants to stay here.
But I don't know. Aﬁerwhat's happened, how could I go bad< to school again?
How could I face everyone?
Look, um... don't go bad< until I'm outta here.
Then we'll both go bad< together.
I'll walk you.
Must have been a pretty teniﬁc guy.
Yeah, he was.
Well, it happens, you know.
Good ones come along once in a while.
Sometimes they're even riding a skateboard.
BRIAN: A board? Imagine that.
LUCERO: How are things at home? - Different.
They talk to me now instead of about me.
Yeah, and are you listening or answerng back?
Hm?
Hey, you gotta make some adjustments.
Right?
- Right. - Right.
- Come on. - OK.
Ah! Hey!
Gotcha.
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♪ Brother to brother
♪ Where are you going?
♪ We're walking a tightrope
J'Getonoroff
♪ Fear of rejection
♪ Is all you're afraid of
♪ But that never stopped you No, it never stopped you
♪ Nothing ever stopped you before
♪ I have seen you get through dire situations
♪ From inside you that survivor dﬁves your soul
♪ When the times got tough
♪ You kept on trying
♪ Always trying
♪ In the daﬁ<est tunnel, you could see the light
♪ Brother to brother
♪ Where are you going?
♪ We're walking a tightrope
J'Getonoroff
♪ Fear of rejection
♪ Is all you're afraid of
♪ But that never stopped you No, it never stopped you
♪ Nothing ever stopped you before
♪ This is your eleventh hour, your decision
♪ No one else can make your mind up but yourself
♪ See the light, now face it
♪ You got the power
♪ Oh, the power
♪ So come on and get it up
♪ Get in the ﬁght
♪ Brother to brother
♪ Where are you going?
♪ We're walking a tightrope
J'Getonoroff
♪ Fear of rejection
♪ Is all you're afraid of
♪ But that never stopped you No, it never stopped you
♪ Nothing ever stopped you before
♪ No, it never stopped you No, never stopped you
♪ It never stopped you before