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THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)
THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)
Do you want me to do that? Just say
so. I am ready.

The girl slowly lifts her head to look at him. She smiles faintly.

THE GIRL
Don't be afraid. I am not angry at
you. I understand.

Her voice is very weak. This is the first time she has opened her mouth
in the last few days. The Amerasian is so deeply moved he starts

shaking. He grasps her shoulders tightly with his arm.

THE AMERASIAN
Thank you, thank you so much. Only
you understand me. Now that you
understand, I am no longer worried.
Are you well now?

THE GIRL

I am recovering. Nothing serious.

THE AMERASIAN
Oh God! Do you know that last
night, when I was sleeping at the
tomb, I dreamed about you, and you
told me what you just said exactly,
word for word. Isn't that
wonderful? But later, the police
were chasing us and you... you...

He dares not to tell her how the dream ended. The girl asks him.

THE GIRL

What happened to me?