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The smell,
that's the first thing that hits you -
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promising everything
in exchange for your soul.
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And the heat.
:02:12
Your shirt is straight away a rag.
:02:14
You can hardly remember your name,
:02:17
or what you came to escape from.
:02:22
But at night, there's a breeze.
:02:25
The river is beautiful.
:02:28
You could be forgiven for thinking
there was no war,
:02:32
that the gunshots were fireworks,
:02:34
that only pleasure matters.
:02:37
A pipe of opium,
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or the touch of a girl
who might tell you she loves you.
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And then something happens,
:02:50
as you knew it would,
:02:53
and nothing can ever be the same again.
:02:58
Monsieur Fowler.
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Thank you for coming in.
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I'm sorry to ask you at this hour.
:03:07
I know about as much as you do.
:03:09
He's an American. He's about 30.
:03:11
He works for the Economic Aid Mission.
:03:13
And I like him.
:03:15
He's a very good chap. Serious.
:03:19
Not like those noisy bastards
down at the Continental.
:03:24
He's a quiet American.
:03:26
Yes. A very quiet American.
:03:32
He's dead, isn't he?
:03:36
Not guilty.
I just put two and two together.