Indochine Page #4

That's enough.

You'll answer for

Camille's misery!

Camille is free!

She is living her life without

owing anything to anyone.

I'm leaving too.

You dare to abandon the sacred

altar of your ancestors!

On your knees! That's an order.

Obedience has

made slaves of us.

The French taught me

about freedom and equality.

I'll fight them with those.

Good-bye, Mother.

Cholera, most likely.

The north is cursed.

On Dragon Island they recruit

for the plantations.

There we'll get work and rice.

I often dreamed about her.

I don't remember static dreams.

I saw her walking through

the gently moving countryside.

The scenery entered her body

through her eyes, like blood.

I thought:
Now she has

Indochina inside her.

We are saved.

We're going to live!

At dusk the boats

would pick up the volunteers.

They arrived by the hundreds,

hoping for a better life.

The boats took them

to Dragon Island at night...

to hide this shameful

human traffic in the darkness.

This way.

Get down.

Go on, down.

Darling!

You see them there,

docile, squatting.

Someday they'll rise up as one,

and we'll have to leave.

What happened?

The start of an uprising.

You mean a riot.

They wanted to stay together.

They tried inciting the others

with war cries.

They had to be silenced.

But the child?

A public menace!

A hysterical creature! A devil...

gesticulating, howling.

Control yourself.

They're watching.

Nobody saw what I did.

What's he doing?

Picking himself a congaie?

Do something! Go, get them!

Hurry up! Sh*t!

You're completely crazy.

Goddamn it!

Start the boarding.

Sao!

They didn't do anything!

You killed them!

Shut up!

Go, Camille! Hurry!

Stop her! Stop that b*tch!

Run!

Run fast!

Guards, take her to the fort!

Stay where you are!

Stop them!

They'll attack!

Stop that, Lieutenant.

The b*tch killed him.

She's mine. I want her!

She's in my protection.

You have no right.

Let go of me.

I want to kill her!

I want her tried!

I'm the one who'll decide that.

Get down there!

- Shoot!

- Down!

- Shoot.

- Down!

Goddamn it! Shoot!

You're lying!

My daughter's not a murderer.

Yes, a bullet in the head.

Blood, brains all over me...

my shirt, face, eye.

Enough. Put that down.

That chink may be your daughter,

but she's a terrorist, communist.

- Such hatred in her eyes!

- Enough!

If I catch her and that bastard,

they'll get what Hebrard got.

Two bullets in the head,

just like dogs!

That's enough, Castellani.

Just leave.

I'll go find her.

Nonsense. Let me do my job.

The Corsican briefed you?

You'll go with him.

Officially, he's in charge.

But you'll report directly to me.

Minh, I love her

as if she were my daughter.

Then why send Castellani?

He'll kill her.

Because he won't give up

until he finds her.

And Minh will be there.

Trust me!

What did they say?

I didn't answer my father.

Camille was mine.

What did they want?

I wouldn't discuss her

with anyone.

I felt my silence

would protect her...

that it would conceal

her having killed someone...

that time would erase it.

They headed toward

the labyrinth of Ha-Long bay.

A holy place

for all Indo-Chinese.

Mountain people, peasants,

fishermen from the Gulf of Siam...

they all know about it

without ever having seen it.

They know of the curse

of these islands.

When I heard that Camille and

Jean-Baptiste had fled there...

I read every book...

every account I could find.

They all say the same thing.

They're never seen again...

those who foolishly or boldly...

braved the curse.

They become invisible to others.

Extraordinary.

They're alive.

Save her.

I want her to live.

Take them to the valley.

I'll be there. Speak to no one.

For centuries my country

was often invaded...

but no foreigner knows

the entrance to this valley.

We'll hide you there.

You're not prisoners,

but you can't leave except with me.

Don't be afraid.

We're safe here.

I'm not afraid.

If you surrender now,

they'll pardon you.

Go see Guy. He'll help you.

He'll say it's not your fault.

Tomorrow, when I wake up,

if you're gone, I'll understand.

The water is rising.

The cave will soon be flooded.

We'll come back

after the monsoon.

We must leave.

Good-bye.

Goddamn shitty country!

Can't the old monkey help us

instead of just bowing?

He bows because you're

a respectable man. A white man.

Get some help!

Hurry!

Have you been searching long?

Three months.

It's a very difficult task.

There are things

that women know...

that we, the men, don't know.

Where are they?

Who has seen something here?

They're there?

Women! Where's

the tall French soldier...

small Indo-Chinese girl?

Minh! Translate!

That's it. That's it!

Finally, a lead!

Where?

They're mocking me! Sh*t!

How was your trip, sir?

Useful, Minh, as always.

China is a great reservoir.

And you?

I'm talking to you.

Nothing, obviously.

We've spent four months

all over Tonkin.

Informers, nothing!

Threats, nothing!

Rewards offered, nothing!

It's clear...

either they're in China,

or they drowned.

It's time to call it off.

I give up.

You'll find them.

It's your only job.

You'll find them

if it takes your whole life.

Inspector Castellani is right.

We won't find her.

She rolls up in a ball

And nibbles her knees

That rubber gal

All the things

you can do with her

She grabs you

and you turn into mush

She's something else

She'll put you out of joint

Was she your surprise?

She's quite a number

A funny little thing

She's the real thing

and she suits every taste

That rubber gal

When she's out to please you

the things she'll do

Because she's such a tease

I'll tell you, just between us

Well, that rubber gal

Is me

Yes, that's what they call me

Marshmallow is like wood

next to me

As for the snake-woman

I'm just as good as she

I'll do a cartwheel for you

and pinch my cheeks too

I hop like a bird

I taunt you

I give you the eye

But with my belly button

How are you?

All right.

I'm glad you brought me here.

- She has a nice figure.

- Ah! You noticed it too?

The champagne is on me.

Let me kiss you.

It's so good to see you, especially

with what happened to you. So awful.

How are your children?

Raymond took them with him

to France.

It simplifies things in a way.

But when I think

they're 10,000 kilometers away...

I could cry forever.

Forgive me, Yvette.

I must leave.

Won't you stay for a drink?

And I was being sincere.

You shouldn't act so proud, with

what they're saying about Camille.

There's talk about you, too,

in Saigon.

Yes, my dear Yvette.

"It's awful."

Today I staked out

a small parcel of land with Kim.

For ten minutes I thought only

of my rubber trees.

And then, while I was dressing...

I fell to my knees, sobbing.

And here I am, almost cheerful.

Sometimes the despair lessens...

as if it had evaporated, gone.

Other times, it takes over.

Swear you're not hiding anything?

Same old story:

We search everywhere.

The informers are going crazy.

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