(The President hands a few coins to Lao Szu and Hung Chiang Ch'ing tosses a handful of small change to the guards, who scramble on the ground and fight among themselves. Embarrassed, Lao Szu orders his men to fetch the entertainment. A number of serving girls enter, dressed mostly in flowers. They are members of the Red Women’s Militia. The guards compel them to dance. Grimly the girls begin to execute a colorful Li Nationality Dance. Only one of them allows her anger to break the surface. It is Ching-hua. Her eyes sweep the crowded courtyard, resting briefly on Lao Szu. Madame Mao has risen from her chair in the audience. She raises one hand and points to Ching- hua)
CHORUS (as Ching-hua) It seems so strange to take revenge after so long to find the wrong can be undone. The silent gun warms in my hand salving the wound made by the men it will gun down all in good time I shall kill them. Yes, every one. Revenge is mine
CHIANG CH’ING That is your cue.
(Ching-hua produces an automatic pistol and fires two shorts. But it was not her cue. The company is stunned.
PAT She’s started shooting, Dick
NIXON I know.
CHORUS Oh no!
CHIANG CH’ING What are you gaping at? Forward Red Troupe! Annihilate this tyrant and his running dogs!
NIXON Oh no!
CHIANG CH’ING Throw off those stupid rags! Advance and fire! Fix bayonets! The worms are hungry! Must the fruits of victory rot on the vine?
(Offering only a token resistance, the mercenaries break and scatter, throwing aside their weapons as they run. The red flag rises over the mansion. Peasants push through the broken gates, weeping for joy)
** PAT Is Henry okay?
NIXON Christ he’s gone. **
(The granary has been opened. The President takes on the task of distributing grain to the hungry peasants. Meanwhile, the company, led by Hung Chiang Ch'ing severely rebukes Ching-hua and disarms her. She is deeply distressed. For a moment Madame Mao, standing in their midst, seems almost left out. Then she begins to sing)
CHORUS Are you one of us? You are what you choose. Your paradise begins are ends in open wounds and self-abuse where your heart is. Your sacred heart Is rotten meat; Your little treasure, your precious flower, your sweet revenge. Nothing can change without discipline. Give me that gun.