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THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)
THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)

If that is not so, why would we be
hiding and meeting in secret in
this deserted place and at night?

The girl becomes distressed and angry at the bitter tone of his voice.
She sits up and opens her eyes wide.

THE GIRL
I am not afraid of the night and isolation. I
don't even need a light. But I do need

you, even though you are blacker than
the night. Do you know that?

The Amerasian sits up, too, and grabs her shoulders tightly. She starts
to sob. Her warm tears fall on his black hand even though he doesn't
see them. He tries to console her.

THE AMERASIAN
Please try to stop crying. Let's
not talk about it anymore, come
what may. We should talk about
happy things and not sad things
when we meet. Look, the moon is up
now.

The two of them look toward the east. On the faraway horizon, the tree

line has turned dark black. The new and rising moon now casts a clear
and magnificent yellow light that drives away the darkness of the night.

A light, golden glow covers the black mountains in front of the couple
and makes them shimmer darkly, but not menacingly.

The two of them put their heads together to watch the moon rising
slowly from the horizon. A golden light now bathes the surrounding area
as a thin fog starts to spread its mystery around.