AH MOON: Angel Island, that’s a nice name.
UNCLE ANG: Well, it’s called Angel, but it’s actually hell.
AH MOON: We’ll make it, Uncle Ang. We’ll make it. I’ve seen them both before, angel or hell. CUT TO:
5. INT. ANGEL ISLAND: DETENTION ROOMS – – NIGHT
Crummy detention rooms have been built to house the hundreds of new comers from all over the world. Most of them are asleep now, some are talking in their dreams in their different native languages.
Through the iron bars, Ah Moon sees a vast piece of land in the distant sea, where San Francisco lies silently in the foggy night. He is awed and bedazzled by the beauty of it…
FADE OUT: 6.INT. ANGEL ISLAND: CORRIDOR — MORNING
Ah Moon and Uncle Ang are ushered down a long corridor. They exchange glances of moral support as they are led into two separate rooms.
CUT TO: 7. INT. ANGEL ISLAND: INTERVIEW ROOM #1 –CONTINUOUS
Ah Moon sits at one end of a long table, an immigration officer sits at the other, and an interpreter sits in the middle. The morning sun casts long shadows of them onto the wall, where a portrait of President Lincoln is hung.
OFFICER #1: What is you father’s name?
AH MOON: Ang, Uncle Ang they call him.
OFFICER #1: When is your father’s birthday?
AH MOON: Nov 17, 1812.
OFFICER #1: What fruits are grown in your village?