♪
MAN (on radio): Ready to attack.
(beeps)
♪
MAN (on radio): Got them in position.
♪
(radio static)
(explosions rumble)
QUYEN (voiceover): When I think of you,
I think of someone who has endured so much loss.
Me#, how do we mourn places that only exist in our memories?
♪
(static)
(Vietnamese music playing)
QUYEN (in Vietnamese):
(Mom replies, Quyen exclaims)
MOM (in Vietnamese):
QUYEN:
♪
(exhales)
Okay.
(hinge squeaks, indistinct talking)
QUYEN (in Vietnamese):
(door chiming)
QUYEN: This wasn't the first time you had to rebuild.
You, like many others,
arrived in the United States
in the aftermath of the Vietnam War.
ANGIE (in Vietnamese):
(bell chiming)
- Uh huh.
(in Vietnamese):
ANGIE:
LE:
ANGIE: Yeah.
- (chuckles)
LE:
QUYEN (in Vietnamese):
ANGIE:
Yeah.
ANGIE:
LE:
♪
ANGIE:
♪
LE:
♪
(airplane jet roars in distance)
ANGIE:
Cathy's Nails. Big.
QUYEN:
ANGIE:
(distorted rumbling)
(whirring)
(loud radio static crackles, liquid drips)
QUYEN: I've always felt guilty about your nail salon.
It was your sacrifice in my name,
literally.
♪
(in Vietnamese):
QUYEN:
- Mm.
(static)
ANGIE:
♪
QUYEN:
- ANGIE: Quyen. - Mm.
ANGIE:
QUYEN:
♪
(tools whirring)
(laughter)
(clattering)
(chattering)
DAD (in Vietnamese):
QUYEN: Memories are not the residue of loss.
This generational memory,
it's a living practice
that we're building.
Together.
(bell chiming)
♪