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THE AMERASIAN'S MOTHER
He is gone.

Policeman A pulls a chair out to sit on without waiting to be asked.

POLICEMAN A

So, what have you two decided?

The woman suddenly turns toward him, grabs his hand, and begins to
plead:

THE AMERASIAN'S MOTHER
Please help me. He is my only son.
Please pity him. He is not a bad
boy.

Policeman A taps her hand gently.

POLICEMA
Rest assured. I already promised. I

understand young folks like him are
just restless.

THE AMERASIAN'S MOTHER
(exhaling)
My son and I have met the girl's
father. He understands the
situation and appears to be
sympathetic. He is unlikely to
denounce my son. Furthermore, my
son knows the girl; she is not a
stranger. He even loves her.

Policeman A's eyes widen upon hearing these new revelations.

POLICEMAN A
Is that true? Then there is little
to worry about. The issue is the
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