EXT. THE GOLDWYN VILLA - DAY

At the villa's wide, cool porch, Gwen is having tea with her father, SIR CHRISTOPHER GOLDWYN, 57, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of power and authority, smoking a cigar. He looks respectable even in his Chinese robe. A Chinese SERVANT attends to them.

GWEN:     That's a load of tosh, Daddy. You said in your speech that Americans are energizing Asia with their unique culture.

SIR CHRISTOPHER:     Bloody yes I said that! I also said...   (loud)   ...Americans are masters of globalization. They can morph Eastern tradition with Western efficiency, street smarts with savoir-faire.   (louder)   Well, I lied! It was at the American Chamber of Commerce. The whole lot of economic menaces! Public relations, you know. That's why Hong Kong Times is number one.

Gwen playfully fixes her father's robe.

GWEN:     Daddy, Wallstreet can take photos that will leave you breathless. And he can write better than all your dull as dishwater British journalists combined. Trust me.

SIR CHRISTOPHER:     (a long heavy sigh)   Gwen, I'm only doing this for you. I'd be delighted to hear that this is your last request regarding this mute Yankee friend of yours.

GWEN:     (a naughty smile)   Daddy, you'll be proud of him.

DISSOLVE TO: