The film cuts again to the group of Thang, Ming and the old man. The old man is talking in that same sing-song voice.
"So now you know where you have come from", he begins. "But where are you going to? My two young friends here", he says, gesturing at Thang and Ming,
"were keen to pump your bodies so full of bullets that you could all be sent to a scrap metal yard for re-cycling. But why waste such good raw material as
yourselves?
"You are probably wondering why we have done all this to you. After all, it does not seem to be a punishment to give you the muscular bodies that you all secretly
dreamed about.
"But you will be so much easier to sell like this. Have you any idea where you are?"
This was a new development. I hadn't expected that he had taken us out of the city.
"You are in Fiji. No, I didn't expect that you would know much about Fiji, its location, its history, being the know-it-all white jocks that you are." He chuckled.
"Well, to cut a long story short, "Fiji used to be a British colony. In those days, the British imported thousands of young Indian men to work in the plantations on
the island. There was always tension between the native Fijians and the hated Indian underclass, which came to a head in 1987 with the passing of legislation which
specifically gave the Indians fewer rights as citizens than the Fijians, even though the Indians did a lot of the hard physical work on which the island's economy
depended.
You would have yawned if you could. Not only was this guy Chink and mad, he also liked the sound of his own voice.
"The situation for the Indians is, if you like, similar to the situation for the Chinese in your own city. Random beatings, discrimination, hatred - who'd be Chinese and
live there?
"I could have turned you all into Chinese like us so that you could find out. But I don't want you to take the same physical form as me. Instead, I've brought you to
1980s Fiji to work on the plantations and be a hated, downtrodden Indian."