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- Now what's happened? - There are two men outside.

- What do they want? - I don't know.

- What were they doing, honey? - Mom, look! He's got a gun!

Come on, upstairs.

- Quick! - Come on, we're gonna go up.

God in heaven!

May you be damned for eternity!

It's your choice.

Garr.

- How you doing, lion? - Good to see you, Chief.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Garret Smith, Homer Foxx.

"- The Garret Smith? - The Homer Foxx?"

- Well, yes. Nice to meet you. - Thank you. Nice meeting you.

"- The Josephine Fabrizio. - Jo. Of course."

Forgive me. Miss Fabrizio works on the paper too.

- My pleasure. - Won't you join us?

I have a minute. Why not?

- Sit down, Chief. - Thank you.

Homer's been trying to talk me into running for mayor.

- Mayor? - Would you support that?

I would, but it doesn't mean the paper would.

Would you and Miss Fabrizio come to a small gathering to discuss the matter?

' A party? ' Why not?

This is all off the record.

I haven't decided yet.

Excuse me.

Doyle.

You're not supposed to call me on that sort of thing.

How many?

Jesus.

Right. Right, I'm on my way.

I gotta run.

Jo, take care of the bill. Nice to have met you, Mr Foxx.

Same here.

This way, Chief.

- What's it look like, Scully? - Real bad.

- I don't think you'd better come in. - He's OK.

You guys, in here.

We got one in the bedroom there.

This one down here. Third one round the corner there.

Upstairs, well, you just won't believe it.

- What do you say, doc? - 12-gauge shotgun, probably.

I gotta call in for technicians and all the wagons the coroner can come up with.

One thing we don't need is the media here.

He's a friend, Scully. Of mine and the department.

- What's that? - Beats me.

- Who blew the whistle? - Some kid. Said he lives down the street.

Came over to play, didn't see anybody outside so opened the door and came in.

There's Mr Beecham now.

Hey, what's going on here?

- Mr Beecham. - What is it? What's wrong?

- I'm afraid there's... - What is it?

- Mr Beecham, do you have enemies... - What's happened?

No! Wait! Wait!

Piety! Oh, no! Let me go! What are you doing?

Oh, the children! The children too! Oh, no, not the children!

Oh, not the children! Oh, God, no! Not the children!

You...

Oh, God, no!

Dear God. Sweet savior.

Dear God, you have my whole family now.

Be with them, God, please.

- Come on, Garr. Come to bed. - In a minute.

You've done the piece. Stop thinking about it.

- You didn't see that place. - You made me see it.

You made all of Denver see it.

- Have a look at that. - What is it?

An avenging angel.

It's Mormon. Old Mormon.

Got something I wanna show you.

It's a piece I wrote on the massacre.

I've seen it.

- Treating you all right here? - Yes.

They tell me you refuse to talk to them.

Nothing to talk about.

- Don't you want them to catch the killers? - The Lord God will deal with them.

Not the police.

- Do you know who killed them? - It is not your business.

It is not the business of any Gentile.

By Gentile I guess you mean anyone who isn't a Mormon.

You're gonna need help, Mr Beecham.

They're not gonna let you go unless you talk to them.

At least tell them why you think this happened and who you think did it.

The reason they're holding me, what they told me,

is that I'm in danger myself.

I don't want their protection.

Can I get you a lawyer?

Jeez.

You're gonna need someone.

There must be someone you can trust.

HEY, guard!

Could I trust you?

Hi. Where can I find Willis Beecham?

- Turn around. - What?

Hey!

Looks like we got a live one here.

"This guy's a newspaperman. Denver Tribune."

- Big leagues, eh? - You'll also find a gun permit in there.

Sure enough. But it's Denver.

Ain't worth cow dab this part of Colorado.

- You guys police? - This is a private community.

Do you know what we're talking about? We're the law here.

- I have to see Mr Beecham. - Why do you want to see the prophet?

They have excommunicated us,

they say. They...

...proclaim it from their pulpits

in their gold-encrusted temples.

But hear me well.

Understand me well.

Know the Antichrist comes in the guise of a friend.

In the guise of your own brother.

You must recognise him

and smite him!

Your own brother, smite him!

Annihilate him!

Obliterate him from the face of the earth, and all his progeny.

Amen!

The Lord is in me. Feel his arms around us.

Feel his strength.

The Lord is my shield and my sword.

The Lord is my shield and my sword.

"- Amen. - Amen."

- Garret Smith. - Oh, you know my name?

- You're a journalist. You are not welcome. - So I've noticed.

We don't want journalistic attention and you are not one of our faith.

I'm here, sir, because I have a message from your son Orville.

If Orville wished to send a message, he would not entrust it to a Gentile.

There's been a terrible tragedy, Mr Beecham.

Orville's entire family... You can read it here.

Oh, my God.

- Or... Orville... - Orville's in jail.

- Jail... - It's only for his own protection.

He told me to tell you he'd be here soon

and that you were not, and he emphasized this,

you were not to take action until he's here.

Did he tell you the name of the Antichrist?

No, sir.

Zenas! Zenas Beecham! My own brother!

Put that in your newspaper, Mr Smith.

- Where can I find Zenas Beecham? - It is not for you to find him.

It is for God to...

God will find him.

You'd better leave, sir.

Willis, sir...

- Anything? - Beechams all over the place.

No Zenas.

Chief Doyle, please.

Property taxes. See if you can patch into property taxes.

Right.

Yeah?

Barney. How are you?

Listen, I'm doing a follow-up.

I wanted to find out if you had anything else.

Not a hell of a lot, Garr.

A lot of Orville's fingerprints, which figures, since he lived there.

A lot of empty shells, 12-gauge.

We're analyzing them for fingerprints,

what batch they came from, where they were bought.

- It's a long shot. - How's Orville? He talking to you yet?

- No. We let him go. - You let him go?

It was that or charge him.

I hope you have somebody keeping an eye on him.

Well, we tried to, but we lost him.

Oh, Jesus, Barney.

Don't make us look like idiots.

"Don't make us look like idiots. "

- Bingo! - What?

Zenas Beecham. On the tax rolls of Grant County.

"Amtrak train number five now arriving from Chicago..."

- Garret Smith? - That's right.

Roy Yates. I'm the sheriff. I was asked by the Denver PD to meet you.

- I appreciate it. - Come this way.

Actually, they said you were checking something unofficial.

- You a reporter? - That's right.

Actually, they said they didn't even know what it was you was checking.

I'm trying to find a man named Zenas Beecham.

He owns property in this county. You know him?

- What's he wanted for? - He's not wanted.

But he might or might not know about a Denver homicide.

I just wanna talk to him.

He's on the county tax rolls all right, but his place, it's the ass end of the county.

- The benchlands. - Benchlands?

Yeah, maybe 80 miles west of here. Down there in the foothills.

You have any information on him?

- Does he have any sort of record? - Nope.

Got a big family down there.

And a big farm. About all I know.

- Other Mormons out there? - Mormons?

Is that what this is all about?

- All I'm asking is that you point the way. - How do you plan to get out there?

- Rent a car, I guess. - Not in this town.

Ain't any here to rent.

- Maybe I could use one of yours. - Nope.

All the Denver PD asked me to do was to meet you, which I done.

"- Pleasure meeting you, Mr Smith. - Where's the Beacon?"

"- Uh... what? - Your weekly paper, the Beacon."

Oh, it's up the street there.

- You can't be Garret Smith. - I can't?

He wouldn't be caught dead in a town like this.

I was born in a town like this.

What can I do for you, Mr Smith?

I thought! could rent a car up here, but that was a mistake. I need a car.

- I'll drive you. - You will?

Yes, and I won't even ask what you're working on.

- How long have you had this newspaper? - For years. My husband and I started it.

And then when he died I just kept it going myself.

The one thing I can't do is go to the police about Willis.

Not before I hear Zenas's side of it, anyway.

- What makes you think he'll talk to you? - He'll have to. It's in his own interests.

You're lucky. You wound up with one of the few people he will talk to.

I'm not much of a Mormon, but I happen to be a cousin of Zenas's.

You're kidding!

That's what happens with multiple marriages.

Everybody's a cousin.

Cousin Zenas! It's me, Jastra. Jastra Watson.

- Ezra's daughter. - Right. The one with the newspaper.

- Who is this? - My name is Garret Smith.

A Gentile?

Worse. I'm a reporter.

I can vouch for him, Zenas. And he has some things to tell you.

- Some terrible things. - About the murder of Orville's family.

- You heard. - It was you who told me.

I told you?

In the Denver Tribune.

Oh. I didn't know our paper was read down here.

We're just finishing our dinner. Will you join us?

- That's very kind. - Thanks. But I'd like to wash up first.

I'll show you where.

Mr Smith. Please.

Mr Smith, this is my wife Rebecca.

And Esther and Florinda and Ursula, her sisters.

- Welcome to our home, Mr Smith. - Thank you.

- Welcome. - And you.

- Cousin Jastra. - Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

Praise the Lord. Amen.

- Drink it. - What is it?

Peach juice. And have some bread and dunk.

- Have some what? - A biscuit which you dip into the broncos.

It's red plum sauce.

The red plums grow wild here, so they call them broncos.

You're wondering if I'm married to all four of them.

No, the only thing I'm wondering about is if you killed your nephew's family.

Only one person could accuse me of that. You've seen my brother Willis?

Yes.

Has it occurred to you that it was Willis who killed them?

His own grandchildren?

There are some, Mr Smith, who believe

that the only fortunate people are the ones who have atoned for their sins in blood.

Are you saying that if Willis killed those children, he was doing them a favour?

In his doctrine.

That angel back there. What does that angel represent?

When my father broke with the compromisers, the Salt Lake theocracy,

he chose the avenging angel as his symbol.

OK, but on the question of killing,

doing people a favour, saving their souls,

killing them to save them...

Is that also your doctrine?

I think, Cousin Jastra,

you and your friend had better go now.

As you say, Zenas.

Thanks for your hospitality.

It's Cain and Abel, but which is which?

I keep kicking it around in my head.

Do you think Orville could have done it?

He'd have to be the greatest actor in the world.

But it's crazy. It's crazy.

This idea of murdering people to save them.

That's nothing new. It's what the Inquisition was.

- Did you know their father? - No, he was before my time.

But I did know Zenas and Willis hated each other. I mean hated.

I'd think water would be the one thing they wouldn't have to truck in.

It's serious. Take the shale people.

Do you know how much water they use to make one barrel of oil?

- How much? - Nearly six barrels of water.

"If you wrote that up, I'd sell it to the Tribune for you."

- You'd do that? - Sure. It's interesting.

That son of a bitch!

I have a feeling I'll be exploiting you further.

Any time.

I meant it when I said I'd help you sell your articles.

I know you did. And I appreciate it.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Ah! The media!

At last!

- Sorry we're late. - No problem. No problem.

Let me introduce you around. Come.

Chief Doyle you know. And this is Mrs Doyle.

We've never met, but I do feel like I know you.

- Everyone does. - Thank you.

This is Mr and Mrs Pike. Miss Fabrizio and Mr Garret Smith.

- Mr Smith. - A pleasure.

Don't let her looks fool you. She is a barracuda.

Flattery will get you nowhere, Homer.

This is Miss Lucy Bigelow, the most philanthropic woman in Denver.

- Miss Fabrizio... - How do you do?

Shit. We're gonna have to wait till you have a drink.

- Oh, no, please... - Why don't we...

"5 table, tout le monde! Vite, vite, mes enfants! Let's eat."

I know it's a low profit margin, Lucy, but I think it's undervalued at 150.

- Anything new on the massacre, Chief? - Not really, Garr.

- Hey, come on, Barney, what's the latest? - We're working on it.

You don't expect us to back you if you won't even tell us secrets, do you?

Well, Garr here's the one with the secrets.

Is that true, Mr Smith?

Go on. You've been running around the country on it. What have you found out?

Do you really want me to talk about this in public, Chief?

- You write about it in public. - Yeah, I guess! do.

In the last couple of days I met... talked to two very interesting men.

They're brothers.

One of them is Willis Beecham, who's a fundamentalist Mormon preacher.

The other one is Zenas Beecham.

He owns a big farm.

According to Willis, his brother Zenas did the killing.

According to Zenas, it was Willis.

Either one of them could have done it.

The one thing they have in common is a very crazy doctrine.

Blood atonement.

- Oh, you know about it? - I read a book about it once.

This massacre has brought these two brothers to the point

where they really mean to kill each other.

- Sounds like the perfect solution. - What?

What do you care if two crazies kill each other?

Well, I care. And if you expect to be elected mayor, you'd better care too.

She's right, Barney. If you don't solve this case, you won't be dog-catcher.

Now, wait a minute. I'm Denver. I got no authority out there.

Shall we all move into the living room?

- Can't you talk to the governor about it? - I suppose I can.

Garr, give me a memo on this, will you? Who they are, where they live.

We have a problem with time here. Can't we call the governor now?

Look, we don't need the governor. If you want the state police, I'll get 'em for you.

- Now, anyone care for brandy? - I would, thank you.

Anybody here know of an outfit called the Colorado Water Company?

- What do you want to know? - Who owns it?

I do.

- You do? - You gave it to me for Christmas, darling.

He's the most generous husband I've ever had.

No! Surprise is of the essence.

If we're in too many vehicles, we'll attract attention.

Your purpose, if you will.

Whatever it is that brings you back, Mr Smith, this is a house of worship.

I didn't come here to bring any trouble to you.

Gentile policemen with guns?

You seem to have a few yourself. New way of worshiping?

How we worship is no concern of yours, nor any concern of the law.

We are a temple of the Lord.

Really, Mr Beecham, they're only here to keep the peace.

I didn't think you'd be so quick to get your vengeance.

I did not speak of vengeance.

Come on, Orville, your father spelled it out for me.

He blames Zenas, and you're all on your way there now.

It is no affair of yours.

No affair of yours... Agh!

You've killed him.

"- The Lord is with him. - The Lord is with him."

Please, Lord, take him unto you.

Please, Lord, take him unto you.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

It wasn't really your fault, I guess.

He did have a bad heart.

- When's the funeral? - Tomorrow.

What time?

Nine in the morning, but you will not be welcome.

I'd like to be there.

- No point in our staying now, is there? - I guess not.

I'm gonna hang around. I wanna go to the funeral tomorrow.

OK.

Oh, how great the goodness of our God,

who prepareth the way for our escape

from the grasp of that awful monster.

Yea, that monster, death and hell,

which I call the death of the body

and also the death of the spirit.

And because of the way of deliverance of our God, the holy one of Israel,

this death of which I have spoken, which is the temporal,

shall deliver up its dead,

which death is the grave.

"- Amen. - Amen."

- And this death of which I have spoken... - Where are all the men?

...shall deliver up its dead,

which spiritual death is hell.

Wherefore death and hell must deliver up their dead

and hell must deliver up its captive spirits

and the grave must deliver up its captive bodies

and the bodies and the spirits of men will be res...

They got the jump on me. They're on their way.

Ask your sheriff to watch out for them. Head them off.

Well, I can try.

There's no way I can catch them by car, so I've hired a pilot and a plane.

"I'll be there in an hour. You think you can meet me?"

"- Sure thing. - Thanks."

You sure do get around!

- Talk to the sheriff? - Yeah, but I got nowhere.

He wasn't gonna send anybody out looking for some crazies with no crime.

And only the word of a nosy reporter?

Oh, yeah, a nosy reporter from the big city.

Maybe I should have borrowed your car and driven myself.

- It could get ugly down there. - You mean no place for a woman.

Except of course Zenas's women and kids.

I appreciate your concern, but we're going there to stop a fight, right?

If I can.

I tried to talk the state police into meeting me there.

They said I was only guessing what Willis Beecham might do.

Zenas!

Cousin Zenas!

I know you don't want us here, but listen, please.

Willis is on his way. He means to kill you and all of your family.

- Are you sure of that? - Yes.

He left last night. He should be here any time now.

You two cover the barn.

There's a good spot right over there, Jebb, by the trees.

I'm grateful to you. For the warning.

- Zenas, you ought to get outta here. - We can handle it.

Not without casualties, you can't.

Women and children will stay together inside.

I want all the men outside, and boys over 12.

Well, go!

Zenas, you should have taken the offer, cleared out of here.

Willis would have found us wherever we went.

Into the house and stay down!

Away from the window!

- Somebody offer to buy this place? - For years.

- Who's trying to buy it? - The water company.

Whatever they offered, I refused to sell.

This is sacred land. My father's land.

The Colorado Water Company?

They want our water. We are on a lake of artesian water.

Jonathan!

Over 12, Jonathan. Over 12.

- Give me that. - Let me borrow this.

Hold your fire, Zenas. I have an idea.

Hold your fire, men!

Willis!

Willis!

Willis!

It's that newspaperman from Denver.

Willis!

What do you want, Mr Smith?

I think we should talk.

I'm not here to talk.

Zenas agrees to a truce while we talk.

What have you got to lose, Willis?

- Let's hear him out. - I'm coming down!

First let's set something straight.

Zenas, did you kill Orville's family?

I swear by everything I hold dear,

by our father's memory,

I did not order or commit such a crime.

- Did you kill them, Willis? - Of course not.

You killed my father!

No! Don't shoot! Hold your fire!

There's someone coming.

Did you see those suckers killing each other?

Looks like that newspaperman. Let's get the hell outta here.

Listen, I think we've been recognised by that newspaperman.

Why don't you take care of him?

He's a newspaperman. We gotta make it look like an accident.

"- What's he driving? - A green and white Blazer."

"- OK, we'll take care of it. - Yeah."

Children, you are at prayer.

The police will move now.

Are you sure those men up there were professionals?

Yeah. Paid assassins. Probably the same men that did the massacre.

- Of Orville's family? - Probably. Just look at it.

If you wanted to buy Zenas's land and Zenas didn't want to sell

and you knew that Zenas and his brother were having a blood feud,

you would provoke the brother.

I'm gonna get those bastards! Those killers!

I'm gonna get the ones who make the decisions, the ones who are responsible.

You'll be writing your own version of the story, just as I will.

Let's not mention the gunmen until I've talked to the police.

Right.

Move, you bastard! Move!

What is he doing? Oh, my...

Oh, my God! He's right on us!

Damn!

They're going to kill us.

Oh, my God!

"On 106. 7 KAZY, Denver's home of rock 'n' roll, this is Andy Shone."

"We have lots of concerts coming to town. Call the KAZY concert line on 759-8989."

Gotcha.

That was the lab. The casing's from a 30-06.

But we don't have the bullet itself, like you said.

Did you talk to the coroner?

What passes for a coroner down there. The undertaker.

No bullet in Zenas's body, he says.

You were right. Must have gone right through him.

- Any luck with the mug shots? - Nope.

Yeah?

"- Foxx is here, Chief. - Send him in."

- Mr Foxx. - How are you, sir?

- Good to see you, Homer. - Chief.

The reason I asked you down is Garr here's got some questions.

- Questions? For me? - Yeah.

About Trudy and Cyrus Pike.

Oh. What would you like to know?

The other night at dinner, I was asking about the Colorado Water Company.

- And who owned it. - She does.

He gave it to her as a Christmas present.

That's what she told me. For the woman who has everything.

- Does she actually run that company? - What do you mean?

Does she know that much about it? Managers, operating officers?

I have no idea. Why don't you ask her?

He wanted to. I'm the one thought it might be a good idea to get your opinion.

I'd like to talk to her. I'd like to talk to both of them.

No problem. I invite you all to lunch.

- Sure they won't mind? - I don't see why.

Well, I mind.

We are talking about a bunch of people who own half the state of Colorado.

People who are backing me.

I'm not gonna embarrass them by asking them a bunch of damn fool questions.

It's all right, Chief, you don't have to come.

I can't tell you how very impressed we've been with the way you handled that story.

- Thank you. - That's what journalism's really about.

Not just reporting events but digging into them.

Why don't we run him for mayor?

Better still, why don't we buy the paper? He can be editor.

- Would you like that, Mr Smith? - You would be publisher?

But I wouldn't interfere at all.

That's sort of what I wanted to talk about.

Just how much do you involve yourself in the operation of running your companies?

- That depends on the company. - Colorado Water Company, for instance?

- Why do you ask, Mr Smith? - Well, he asked me, and I thought...

- Is that the purpose for this luncheon? - I suggested it because...

Yes, sir. It is the purpose.

There are some things I left out of that story.

Anyway, there's another element that was in that fight down there,

and I haven't got it puzzled out yet.

I thought maybe you could help me.

You see, Zenas's property is smack-dab on top of a large lake of artesian water.

The Colorado Water Company has been trying to buy it for years.

But Zenas wouldn't sell.

And I have a question in my mind about whether you two knew about this.

- I didn't. Did you, darling? - No.

Didn't you say something to me when we were discussing that shale deal?

Listen, Homer.

I do not appreciate you inviting us for what was supposed to be a social lunch...

Excuse me, sir. It's my fault. I asked.

But if you'd rather not talk about that subject, we'll drop it.

"- I apologise. - I don't understand."

Even if the company was trying to buy the place, what's it got to do with the feud?

Nothing, probably. But there's something else I left out of the story.

0h?

Some tanker trucks that belonged to the Colorado Water Company

made a real effort to kill me.

You're not suggesting we had anything to do with that?

Oh, no, of course not.

I thought you might tell me which of your executives I could talk to.

I'll certainly look into this.

Thank you.

Mr Smith, there's a phone call for you.

- Shall I bring you the phone? - No, I'll go there. Thanks.

Excuse me a moment.

Yes?

I have information for you. The Beecham case.

You know how many calls I get like this?

Shall I tell you what you saw on the wall up at Orville's place?

"- Yeah. What did I see? - An avenging angel."

A sketch of an avenging angel.

- Who is this? - Shall I tell you what you saw at Zenas's?

"- Up on the knoll. - What?"

One gunman. One driver.

Who the hell is this?

Do we meet?

You said you wanted to talk.

Go ahead.

I'm not talking into that.

If this is a trap...

You picked the place. If there's anybody lurking about, you brought them.

All right. Here's the deal.

I didn't kill anybody.

At Orville's place I was just a lookout.

At Zenas's place I was just a driver.

OK. So?

So I sell you the story.

For $50,000.

I give you the name of the guy that did the killings.

You don't print it, you don't go to the police until I'm out of the country.

That's the deal.

$50,000.

I'm gonna have to ask my editor for the OK.

But I also have a price.

- Yeah? - The name of the person that hired you.

- I told you. The killer hired me. - Who hired the killer?

- I have no idea. - No deal.

It was that bastard's contact.

He's the only one who can tell you.

OK. I'll call my editor.

- Now? - Yeah, now.

How do I know you're not gonna call the police?

You trust me or you don't.

Oh, I guess he'll go to Mexico or someplace else.

OK, I'll tell him.

I want you to know, Orville, I'm still working on that story.

I'm gonna find the ones responsible for this.

Will that bring them back?

No, but the ones responsible must be punished.

You're a good man, Mr Smith.

But I've been standing here talking with the Lord. Do you know what he told me?

That it is not up to me to question his wisdom.

It is not up to me to avenge myself

or for you to do it for me.

He has angels for that.

"Come on down. I hope you brought some money."

- How are you? Good to see you. - Nice to see you again, Homer.

Join us.

Lucy, I hope you've brought your chequebook.

If you do as much for the Symphony as you do for this policeman of yours...

- Let's get him elected! - I can't drink on the job.

She won't let me drink at home. This is the only chance I get!

Then we'll talk about it.

- Trudy, Cyrus, good to see you. - Ah! Just the man I want to talk to.

Ah, Smith and Fabrizio! Late again but very welcome.

Grab yourselves a drink. We're just about to start.

Ah! It's themselves!

Hail to the Chief!

- Big night, isn't it? - Yes, very exciting.

"I think we should have a drink for this young lady here. Thank you."

I'm about to wrap up my story on the massacre.

Do you have any news from the state police?

You still on that kick about the Colorado Water Company?

It's not a kick, Chief.

- You know who it is? - I have my suspicions.

OK, Jimmy, here's your refill. Give me a little maestro music, please.

That's great!

Folks! Folks! Let me have your attention over here, please.

Nobody can claim they were invited here under false pretences.

We need money. We need a lot of money.

The reason we need it is we want to elect a good guy to the office of mayor.

There he is. Mr Barney Doyle.

Come out here, Barney.

That's it, Barney. Let's hear it!

"- A fine mayor! - All right!"

I'll try to be brief,

which is not easy for a politician.

Now, a question I think all of you have a right to ask is:

Why would a guy with a good job,

and chief of police is a good job,

why would he want to be mayor?

Well...

A cop has to concentrate on being against things.

Fighting crime, catching the bad guys.

Somebody's gotta do it, but it's dirty work.

Now, you take a mayor.

He gets to accent the positive.

He gets to build things.

He gets to build a cleaner, healthier, wealthier,

wiser and happier city.

Hell, I like the idea.

Well, that's about it, folks. Thank you.

All right! Excuse me.

All right! All right, folks!

Now, I want you to do something for me.

I want you to visit the buffets, stuff yourselves,

get drunk, covet your neighbours' wives.

Make some big deals and have a hell of a good time!

Some of us are gonna pass among you with outstretched hands,

and I want some big cheques in those hands!

You're on your own, Barney. Thank you.

- Can you get away? - I'll try. He's getting suspicious.

Smith, I've got some incredible news for you, about Cyrus Pike.

Cyrus and I have made a deal.

I'll give as much to Doyle as he gives to the Symphony.

Very good, Lucy. Thank you so much. Wonderful.

- It's a pleasure to make this contribution. - Thanks, Ed. This is most generous.

- Here's my contribution, Homer. - Thank you very much.

We can't talk here. My study is just upstairs. Can we meet there?

- Sure. - All right.

Judge! Thank you, thank you. You'll get a receipt, I promise.

Thank you.

- Ladies, how's it going? - Fine.

Well done. I'm sure you're gonna win a lot of votes from that one.

Thanks, Jo.

- You must be so proud of him. - Oh, yes. He's a good man.

You got the best of me last time we met, but not this time, huh?

What the hell are you doing?

Big-time reporter like you and you don't know what I'm doing.

You don't know what I'm doing, huh?

You just caught a burglar red-handed. What's a burglar to do?

Goodbye.

Bastard child- killer!

I'm gonna take you downstairs and you'll name the son of a bitch that's paying you.

Listen. You understand?

You name the son of a bitch or I'm gonna beat you to death.

- You're gonna give us the name, yes? - No!

"- Let the chief deal with it. - Ohh!"

I had enough. I had enough. Oh, yes. I had enough.

Yes. Yes.

What the hell's going on, Garr?

This is the man who killed Orville's family. He's gonna tell us who paid him to do it.

Sorry, Mr Foxx.

He's the one.

He paid me to kill that family.

That's ridiculous! What are you saying?

He's lying. Why?

I don't...

I don't know anything about this. What...

What the hell would I have to gain from this?

When I acquired his shale company, I merged it with my water company.

- I gave him an option to buy it back. - No.

The combined company. For what it was worth at the time.

It would be worth millions.

Barney.

I haven't killed anyone.

No, you just pay someone like him to do your killing for you.

That's the way I have to write it.

That is a lie and you are a liar.

You're a fucking liar!

Liars! That's all lies!

It's lies. It's all lies.

It's lies.

And you, my friend.

Oh... Oh, you're a liar. You are a liar, my friend.

Why did you say those bad things about me?

Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut? God!

Plead! Pray!

Beg!

Pray, you bastard!

God... have mercy!

Don't forget Sunday, on the 15th.

Eliseo is cooking.

That's Marie's brother. He's the sous chef at Saint Maxime's.

You know, Kathy says that California Nouvelle is finished.

People want to go back to pot roast and mashed potatoes.

Saint Maxime's is not a joint...

where the vegetables look like baby doodoo.

It's that sleazebag Duke.

That kid looks like a minor to me.

- Yeah. - She looks the same age as my daughter.

Let's go in.

That little girl that just came in here, which room?

That would be which girl, sir?

You try me, you'll wish you were back in Mother India.

211, sir!

Thought I heard a scream in here.

- Jesus Christ! Who the fuck are you? - Get that kid over to Father Burke's.

Fuck you and your badge!

You can't come in here like that and abuse somebody's privacy!

- I'm going to take you down to the station. - Bullshit I am!

Motherfucking bitch!

You fucking ass!

Come on, fuckhead! Come on, fucker!

You dirty bastard.

You get pleasure from hurting kids.

You're going to swear out a statement that that shitbag Duke...

brings those kids to you.

I can't do that. He'll blow the fucking whistle on me!

In that case, you're going to feel what it's like to be one of those little kids!

I don't think I'm going to be able to eat tonight.

What's wrong? That awful guy Tovar picking on you again?

It's the job, Kathleen.

It's the job.

It's the rotten people, it's the filth.

I'm getting to be just like them.

Don't ever say that.

I feel like walking away from this damn job now!

And give it all up?

The security, the seniority, the pension?

You know the idea you and me were talking about?

Buying the little place up in Carmel, maybe like a tavern. We could do that.

We could make a go of it, you know.

I did something today.

I did something stupid.

It might jeopardize my pension.

Is Rios involved?

No, and I can't tell him.

I know you didn't lie, you didn't steal...

and it's not about drugs.

So I think somebody just got your Irish up...

and you handled it in an extra-departmental manner.

- You always try to make me feel better. - Yes.

And you do. Thanks.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Remember, please, we try not to speak Japanese in class.

Now then, Hada-San, would you join me?

No bows, Mr. Hada.

Remember, bows make Westerners very uncomfortable.

Just a handshake.

- Very good, Mr. Hada. - Very good.

Very good. Yes, indeed. Thank you.

Now then, we shall assume that we are in the Los Angeles offices...

of the General Electric Corporation.

I'm a Mr. Jones, who has invited you for lunch. Shall we?

Okay.

Mr. Hada, how are you?

Hello, Mr. Jones!

My...

bowels are not good.

No.

Please, understand, Mr. Hada...

that the phrase, "How are you, Mr. Hada?"...

does not require an answer, other than, "How are you, Mr. Jones?"

Because neither Mr. Jones nor any other American...

gives a damn about your health, your family, or your problems.

And you cannot ever speak of bowels...

in polite society.

Things that occur below the belt, or below the obi for that matter...

may be perfectly natural in Japan.

But they are kinjite...

forbidden subjects, in the West.

No...

I have an hour's ride home.

Please...

rest well, everybody.

Until tomorrow, then.

Good night.

Good night.

I like you coming in here with your dictionary, like a student.

And you like students?

It was a student who made me a woman.

I was afraid, and he was so strong.

You can have your student again, Nobu-Chan.

Let me sleep with you tonight.

You've had too much to drink, Hada-San.

I don't want to spend the night watching you sleep.

Don't put me off, Nobu-Chan.

I am perfectly capable.

Good night, Hada-San.

They're at it again.

It's mother's fault. Father is a man.

He should not be criticized all the time.

It's his business that keeps him out late at night.

Mother does not want him drinking, or spending time with bargirls.

That's called business entertainment.

That's why we have a nice home. That's why we go skiing in the winter.

You are going through the motions of being a dutiful wife.

But there is no kindness to it.

Without looking at you...

I can see the disapproval on your face.

Your parents did you no favor sending you to a Christian school.

The teacher filled your head with nonsense about sin and guilt...

and with fables, which, in Japan, we confine in the children's books.

But of obligations, they taught you nothing.

I have fulfilled my obligations to you...

to the girls, to the company and to the country.

I know you are a good provider...

but it is this filth I cannot stand.

You, a father, hiding this dirt.

It makes me afraid of your sexual thoughts.

These are adult comic books, Kazuko.

Men read them on the train, and in the office.

As to my sexual thoughts, they shouldn't frighten you.

You rarely give me an opportunity to share them.

But then...

your sexual gifts are few and bitter.

I am sorry.

Please, forgive me.

Hi, Daddy.

You know Vinnie. He plays basketball for St. Ambrose.

Nice to see you again, sir.

You know it's after 11:00?

Don't athletes need their sleep?

And so do 15-year-old schoolgirls.

Parochial-school schoolgirls.

Why do we send her to a parochial school? The nuns don't teach her anything.

You know, she's down there in the dark with that stud.

Why does that disturb you?

Would you rather she were in the back seat of a car somewhere?

What's wrong with Vince? He's a very nice young man.

What got you upset?

His buttons open? His zipper at half-mast?

Do you have to paint pictures? That's our daughter we're talking about.

Second down and 15 at the Cobras' 15-yard line.

Mike Mendoza now at quarterback.

Pass complete to Joe Kelly, first down at the Chicago 20-yard line.

Durwood Broadmore made the stop.

This is a waste of time. We'll never get anything inside this place.

Keep your zipper up, man. It's still early.

Mendoza to Wade Hawkins. Tackle made by the Bruisers' Carl Haygins.

Check out the little girl in Section 3.

Five yards for the score by running back Wimpy Pal.

Touchdown Los Angeles Cobras!

Lavonne...

I want you to see something.

Section C, Aisle 3.

She's making my hormone count soar.

Who's the ugly bastard?

That's Crowe from Vice.

The guy that's been fucking up my business.

And the pass is intercepted by Wimpy Pal.

Penalty flag on the play. Offside is charged against the Bruisers.

Let's go.

Pendahos on to attempt a 20-yard field goal.

You're really lucky to have a great guy like that for a dad.

I know it.

But sometimes he can be really extreme.

When he's like that, my mom says, "It's Crowe against the world."

Wait, I forgot to ask my dad for drinks.

- Come on, let's go. - Yeah.

Hey, Crowe, you sly dog.

You like young pussy, don't you? I saw you sitting with a poon pie.

She's worth $5,000 a week, man. Put her on the streets.

Yeah, man, you can make a fortune.

He is extreme. No question about it.

There you go, Father.

- They're still warm. From Joe's Deli? - Where else?

You spoil me shamefully.

Here's the week's heartbreak, believed to be in the area...

an 11-year-old boy...

a retarded girl of 17.

That's my offering. What have you got for me?

We have a 14-year-old brought in last night...

been in town for 72 hours.

Picked up at the bus terminal, gang-raped, sodomized...

and working the streets the next day.

I don't think she's ready to face the cops.

I respect the way you feel, Father, but I got pressure from the top.

When a kid shows up, they want to know about it.

She was beautiful.

Haunting, to be more accurate. And let me tell you...

she was having an orgasm!

Are you sure you're not just wishing an orgasm on her?

If she wasn't enjoying it, why didn't she cry for help? Tell me that.

Because she is not some bargirl who knows how to deal with men.

Because of shame.

Better humiliation, than the shame of telling others she's been touched.

That is the Japanese way, isn't it?

- Maybe you're right. - I am right.

And now, I will give you some information that will place you in my debt.

Then I might not want to hear it.

Yes, you will.

For three years you're going to be forced to watch the home games of the Dodgers.

A transfer to the Los Angeles office?

I'm indebted to you, deeply.

- To America! - To America!

You are making a major mistake. You've got nothing on me.

- I suggest that you get out before l... - Before you call a cop.

You and me, we're going to take a drive.

You give me a hard time, I'm going to blow off your kneecaps.

Drive.

What kind of shit is this?

Take me in, so I can call my lawyer.

This has nothing to do with lawyers, nor the department.

You make a living selling little kids. I make a living stopping pissheads like you.

This is just between you and me, and I'm going to put you out of business.

What the hell have you brought me here for?

- You'll find out. - Look, I think you're a little bit unstable.

You've got a wife and a couple of kids, right?

What do you make?

About $35,000?

This is a President with a diamond face.

$25,000...

at Tiffany's.

It's yours, and we never see each other again.

I'd like to shove this up your ass, but I don't want to dirty my hands.

You're going to eat it.

You're going to eat it, or I'll blow your head off.

Open up your mouth!

I'm dying.

No, you're not.

But you'll have to stick your head between your legs to tell the time.

Now what?

Just watch.

Fucking bastard!

Why?

Why, man?

Nothing personal, Duke.

It's a question of ethics.

Should a man enjoy a $20,000 car...

bought by the efforts of teenage girls on their knees and backs?

You're going to stop running these little girls, Duke...

because if you don't, you're dead.

Dead in the gutter, dead.

You're a mad dog! I shoot mad dogs!

I blow their fucking guts out!

Colorful, but dangerous.

Swimmers, take your marks.

Come on, Rita.

Way to go, Rita. That's your personal best, 26.5.

- I'm so proud of her. - Me, too.

Good job, Rita. How about some shots?

Perfect.

Great.

Why the hell doesn't her coach cover her up?

Put a robe or something on her?

She could catch her death of cold.

Ladies and gentlemen...

we will be arriving at Los Angeles International Airport in 10 minutes...

where the time is 9:15 a. M...

and the temperature is 68 degrees.

Thank you for flying All Nippon Airways.

I'd rather go to an American school.

I don't see how abacus drill and calligraphy are going to help me in life.

I think we are doing quite well in the world...

in spite of the educational system, which you criticize.

Come, let's go to school.

An abacus can calculate as fast as a computer.

As for calligraphy, it is part of our heritage.

How would you write your New Year's resolutions? On a typewriter?

You should listen to your older sister, Se-Chan.

You're too impulsive.

I'll be late tonight. I'm taking a client out for dinner.

What do you think?

I think they're right off the bus...

no place to go, hungry and scared shitless...

now that they're in the big city.

Let me off at the next corner. I'll make my move.

Question is, how do I get rid of the boy?

Get rid of your sexist attitude. That boy is sweet.

There's a clientele for that. Plenty of rich asshole bandits around.

Get them both and diversify. Part of your new operation.

Forget about the kids. Do exactly like I say.

I'm not interested in your ballistics expertise.

I'm interested in that glaring blank in your report...

like who the hell is out there gunning for the both of you, and why?

It's not Joey Kaplan they're after. The man was a paragon of virtue.

We know, Captain.

Joey Kaplan died for your sins. Now that's it, isn't it?

Please, Captain, we make a lot of enemies.

No, Eddie. Even thieves like you.

It's not we, it's me.

I make a lot of enemies.

Perhaps you'd favor us with a list of your enemies?

Who's your number one?

Since May 23, it's a pimp called Duke.

He runs little girls for wealthy perverts.

So why's May 23 so ingrained in that fine mind of yours?

It was May 23 I set his Cadillac on fire.

And on May 23, I made him swallow a big gold watch.

A President. It has a diamond face.

I think they sell for $25,000.

What are you, completely crazy?

You can't bust the scumbag like any other cop.

No, you've got to exact a biblical vengeance.

I mean, who appointed you avenger of my department?

Who gave you a flaming sword?

Captain, this bag of shit is running little girls.

Babies.

And he's getting fat off them.

If I haul him in, he's back out on the street in 30 minutes.

What are we supposed to do?

Obey the regulations of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Now get out.

- Crowe. - Yes, sir.

If you were into me for $50,000, I'd come after you myself.

So, Hada-San, America's not so different?

No. Hands off.

Hada-San, you must learn the rule...

touching hostess' breast definitely not permitted in Los Angeles.

Not permitted? How sad.

- Why not? - City regulation.

I think there are too many regulations in America.

It makes for good balance, drink in one hand...

breast in the other.

Partner...

I think I've had too much to drink tonight.

- I had a lot of fun at the ballet. - It was really fun.

The music, wasn't it good?

- Let's go again. - Sure. When are we gonna go?

I don't know. Let's ask Sister Dominique.

She's really nice, she'll probably let us go again.

We've got to go to the sale. We've got to go.

- Yeah, I've been saving, so... - Good.

- P is for party - A is for all right

- R is for rowdy - T is for tonight

- Y is for you - And you know what to do

I said, party

Don't let your momma know

Party

Or she won't let you go

Party

- P is for party - A is for all right

- R is for rowdy - T is for tonight

- Y is for you - And you know what to do

I said, party

Don't let your momma know

Party

Party

What happened, Rita?

Some Oriental guy touched my holy of holies.

Holy shit!

- What's the matter, Rita? - Some pervert touched her.

- Who? - Some Oriental guy.

Was it one of these shitheads?

The cash, the plastic, and the Seiko, now.

Can you spell that for me?

P-U-R-R...

G-l-N-H-E-N.

All right. Now, Rita, I know it's difficult, but...

have you some way of knowing if he was Japanese, Chinese, or Korean?

How can you tell?

All I know is that he was not really old.

He looks...

He looks like...

Like me? Why not?

All Asians share a superficial likeness.

How was he dressed, Rita?

Would you say he was a working man, or a businessman?

I meant, was he in a suit and tie, or in sweats, or in a windbreaker?

He was in a suit, all right...

with a white shirt and a tie, like a banker, you know, on TV.

Now, Rita, think real hard.

What else did you notice?

Wristwatch, pocket handkerchief, briefcase, a camera?

There was something.

He wore a little button in his lapel. Here.

Describe it, Rita, think real hard.

It was shiny...

maybe red or blue...

Gosh, I don't know. I'm really sorry.

It gives us a better idea.

The big Japanese companies have their employees wear their logos.

That really narrows it down.

How many Japanese businessmen do you think there are in the city...

at any one time?

According to the LA Times, about 25,000.

I wish I could tell you how it happened.

You need not tell me anything.

All that matters is that you are at home.

Sometimes...

I think you are much more capable than I...

that you are a better person.

This is how the Chinese emperors slept.

No quilt...

and only young women to cover them.

How wise they were.

Where do you learn these wicked things?

You ask too many questions, Kazuko-Chan.

Why, Hiroshi?

The first time after so many years?

Maybe...

because we are so vulnerable here.

Somebody cops a feel off Rita on the bus.

Nothing happened, and you're behaving like she was raped or something.

Some sleazy Oriental...

gropes my daughter, and you say nothing happened?

My daughter?

Maybe you don't realize what's going on in this country...

but take the Japanese, for instance...

they're buying hotels, office buildings, golf courses.

They're taking over.

You and me, we're busting our ass, and then we suck hind tit.

What the hell's going on up here?

You see what I mean? Taking over. Look at that.

Move this car!

What the hell do you think this is, a parking lot?

You are double-parked. Do you understand?

I'm going to throw your ass in jail, if you don't move this car now.

What the hell are you looking at?

You people behave like you own this town.

Well, this is not Tokyo, this is Los Angeles.

You over there!

You're obstructing the sidewalk...

and your goddamn cars are obstructing the thoroughfare.

And you're fucking obstructing me!

I apologize. He's not feeling too well.

Come on, partner, let's go.

What's troubling you?

It's about this rage that I feel ever since Rita was...

molested.

These thoughts that I have that plague me...

I have this feeling of revenge that's eating my gut.

From what you've told me, Rita was pawed on the bus.

Ugly as the experience was for her, "molest" seems too strong a term...

and implies something that never actually happened.

I detect a possessiveness, Crowe.

Rita is your daughter, she's not your wife.

I want to be sure it is a father's anger I'm witnessing, if you follow me.

I know what you're saying, Father.

- I'm not sure I can face it. - Listen to me.

We are all beset by demons. Every one of us.

And it's up to you to recognize what's bothering you.

Know your enemy, so to speak.

Deal with this in a forthright manner, and you'll be back in a state of grace.

May the God of Justice and Mercy strengthen your soul.

Exemplary.

Don't hold the brush so stiff.

Is this right?

You missed the upward stroke on the right-hand side.

It's almost right. Only the water radical is weak.

Where?

On the first stroke.

Think of ocean spray, not of ink.

Okay, everyone, class dismissed.

I'll see everyone back here in half an hour.

Hello, ladies. What would you like today?

- Ice cream. - Ice cream.

- What did you say you wanted? - Strawberry.

Strawberry. There you go. Enjoy.

Follow her.

Come on, Fumi-Chan, the school bell's ringing.

I know. I won't be late.

Hello, little girl. Will you show me where your school is?

I have an appointment with your headmistress.

Yes, of course.

- Why have you brought me here? - I just forgot some papers.

It'll only be a moment.

This is where I live. It's nice, isn't it?

You like my home?

It's nice.

Please, please.

I just had my physical, and my blood pressure is up...

so no surprises, please.

Just listen up.

Japanese Middle School.

One of those private schools off Echo Park?

- You guys know it? - Yeah.

Missing female juvenile.

Could be nothing, but...

from what I read, these Japanese school kids, they don't play hooky.

They go to school six days a week...

do four hours of homework...

sleep maybe six hours a night.

Instead of vacations, they enroll in cram courses.

Anyway, get on over there. There could be diplomatic implications.

Could you replace me with somebody who's more sympathetic to the Asian community?

Excuse me, it's because of what happened to his daughter.

Rita? What happened?

She was molested on the bus by an Asian.

Molested? Look, this is the real world. We don't use euphemisms.

Abused? Raped? What?

She was on a bus and somebody stuck their hand up under her skirt and...

touched her.

You know, her private parts.

Touched?

My nephew Stevie was touched by the priest in choir practice.

Now, what the hell has that got to do with your work?

In this city, you want to get racially selective in your assignments?

You don't want to do Blacks and Hispanics, Iranians, Vietnamese or Chinamen?

You want to do Anglo-Saxons. Good.

You can walk a beat in Glendale, as a patrolman. Now beat it.

Excuse me for asking obvious questions.

Does your daughter have any friends in the Los Angeles area...

who do not attend this school?

No, we have only been in the city for three months.

Does she have any boyfriends? Is there a young man that...

No, that is not possible.

Why?

Because Fumiko is our daughter...

and she is just a young girl.

Japanese young girls do not...

Japanese young girls do not what?

Let me recap.

There have been no arguments at home.

She doesn't know anybody in the area.

She's not precocious.

Could there be someone in Tokyo that she misses?

Mr. Rios, let me explain.

It is different in Japan.

Our children have not the latitude of American children.

A daughter like Fumiko-San would be an innocent.

The tongue.

Do you like it?

We'll pass around copies of this.

I think we ought to go.

Do you have any instructions for Mr. And Mrs. Hada?

Yes. We want someone to be at this number at all times.

I'm sending Officer Petrini over here to stand a telephone watch.

You got that?

Am I glad we're out of there.

I don't know how to deal with that sobbing, tears and all.

I thought these guys had balls of iron...

you know, give your life for the emperor...

committing hara-kiri, that kind of thing.

Now don't make me out to be insensitive, because I can imagine...

being the father of a teenager...

I can imagine how that guy must feel.

Where do you want to start?

I don't know yet, but, Eddie, we've got to find that girl...

even if we have to work outside the system.

Bear in mind that I intend to retire on 20...

and I have no plans to be a Carmel saloon keeper.

So let's not operate too far out of the system.

Voilà!

Baby-San.

You're open for business.

When can I go home? I want to go home.

- Be nice! - You promised.

Be nice to this man! Do what he says!

Then we'll talk.

- But you promised! - We'll talk about it!

Now, come on!

But you promised you'd let me go!

My mother doesn't know where I am.

She'll be worried!

- Please, let me go home! - I will!

All in good time. Now, get in there!

- Let's go home! - Easy.

Sit down.

Your school called me.

They're very disappointed in your work.

Very disappointed.

The headmistress said to me that you are tardy...

slovenly...

and impudent.

I told her that I would punish you severely.

I wish it could have been otherwise.

Driver.

Let's go.

Lieutenant Crowe, Fumiko Hada has been spotted at the Palms Hotel.

Okay. We're on our way.

Good.

That's it.

Good. That's cool.

Now hold it.

Yeah, now make it feel good. Touch her right there.

Kill the playback.

That's great.

Yeah. And kill this light here, guys.

Here you go.

The rest of the set looks good.

Lets clear out here, guys. Perfect.

I'm rolling now.

And, action! Playback!

Little more smoke in that shot there, Johnny?

Open up! Police!

That's the way.

You got it now. Come on.

Yes. Now, come on!

Hey!

Sid, it's the cops!

Everybody, on the floor!

- Look at all this shit! - Now!

Let's get out of here!

Call the units. We'll take them in.

That's not Fumiko!

Get me Sergeant Thomas in Vice.

The Japanese Chamber of Commerce released the text of a letter...

to the mayor's office voicing apprehension...

at the disappearance of Fumiko Hada...

a Japanese high-school student.

The letter voices fears of foul play against the teenager.

This comes among recent complaints of violence...

Fumi-Chan!

Can't stay here doing nothing! I have to go look for her!

Go with him, please! Quickly!

Hey, come on inside!

There's good stuff in here!

Emmanuelle 4. Maid in Sweden.

Bring her in, and you won't have to use your hand tonight!

You know it! All right!

Come in! It's only $4.

Come on. Get on up here!

Hey, bring the little lady in. You'll be coming like mad!

You're old enough. I'll let you in. I'll stick you in behind somebody!

Fellas! Where you going?

Hey, fellas. Hey! Come on inside!

Come on inside! No fuckee-suckee like this in Tokyo!

This be some young stuff!

- Bug off! - 9, 13! Oriental, too!

You'll love it!

Who lives here?

Someone nice.

Someone that I want you to be very nice to.

Duke told me you've just come from Tokyo.

How very interesting.

How do you like it here?

Have you made friends yet?

Oh, poor darling.

It must be hard to leave your friends behind.

When I was a little girl...

that was a long time ago...

my parents put me in a boarding school in Paris.

I can't tell you how lonely I felt the first night...

in that dreadful dormitory.

How very, very lonely.

You know Detective Crowe.

Mr. Crowe is a friend of mine. He needs your help.

I would appreciate it, but it's up to you.

If you feel you're getting in over your head, come and get me.

I'll be in my office.

DeeDee...

a little girl has been snatched, and I'd like to talk to Duke about it.

I'd like to get that little girl back to her parents.

How do you know she wants to go back?

How do you know she doesn't want to be with Duke...

if it's Duke she's with?

I know her parents.

You don't know shit.

I'd rather be with Duke than with my parents.

DeeDee, it was Duke who put you out on the street.

He made you turn tricks.

Duke didn't turn me out.

My stepfather did when I was 12.

I did him and his friends until I was 14 and ran away.

All right, but it was Duke who started you on drugs.

He made you dependent.

He did. But if he didn't, somebody else would have.

DeeDee, you know what Duke is.

Why are you trying to protect him?

Duke was good to me.

He bought me nice clothes.

He took me to Jamaica. We stayed in a classy hotel.

I didn't have to hustle. It was like being married.

Did you love him?

If that's what love is.

There's a little girl out there.

She's never been away from home.

I'd like to find her and return her to her parents.

Then I'm going to leave all this behind me.

Duke's a great dresser.

He spends thousands on his clothes.

He might have gone underground, or moved.

But he would still go to Rosario's to get his pants made, suits altered.

Rosario's?

He has a shop downtown. They play dominos there at night.

Duke used to take me there.

That's all I'm going to tell you.

Thanks, DeeDee.

Rosario's.

Mr. Rosario?

Don't settle down yet. Our customer's arrived.

Gentlemen, can I help you?

Two of your tenants just drove in.

A flashy dresser known as Duke, and a heavyset man.

Ring a bell?

We have 200 apartments. You'll have to be more specific.

Some detail, so I can help you.

We think there's a Japanese juvenile staying with him.

Japanese? Well, let's see.

We have a Matsuda, a Manabe, a Toyama...

Hey!

Listen, shitface.

We're not fucking around! What's the apartment number?

Hey, don't get mad!

You're looking for Apartment 906.

Elevator's to your right.

It's Lorenzo. Two cops on the way.

- Get the fuck out! - Thanks!

- Fumiko, hurry up! - She's in the bedroom.

I can't get her out!

Here's the last of the money. Where is Fumiko?

Get her!

Take the back stairs, and use Lorenzo's car.

- I'll stall them, man! - Hurry up!

Leave the shit behind and let's go!

Get your ass out here! You hear me, girl?

Open the door, bitch.

You better open up, or I'll kick your ass! Hey, bitch!

Hurry up, and open the fucking door!

I'm gonna break your ass if you don't hurry!

Down the stairs!

If you don't open up, I'm gonna...

You could've buzzed.

On the floor, asshole.

Tampico, Long Beach.

This guy's into Mexican food!

Police brutality is gonna blow your case.

You've heard of the overworked court system?

There may not be a case.

You tell us where Duke is, we'll let you go.

Duke is long gone.

What about the girls? The Japanese kid?

Duke is a salesman, right?

When he goes on the road, the inventory goes with him.

You missed him by a pussy hair.

Pussy. Get it?

Let's throw that son of a bitch off the balcony.

You guys are bullshitting.

Don't throw me over the balcony! Jesus, take me back!

No, Jesus, take me back!

When you tell us where Duke is.

I swear to God, I don't know!

Wrong answer!

Same question.

- Where is he? - I don't know!

- Where? - I swear to God, I don't know.

I don't know! Sweet Jesus, somebody's gotta help me!

I'm slipping. Help me! I don't know!

I swear to God, I don't know!

I don't know! Bring me up!

I'm slipping!

Oh, no.

What do we do with the boots?

I am Fumiko Hada.

I have caused you much trouble.

I am so sorry.

We have guests from the not-so-mysterious Orient.

Honey, would you get the door?

Let's go fix up that room.

Good morning, Mr. Crowe. We are so sorry to disturb you.

- Come on in. - Thank you.

- How are you? - Okay.

This is my wife Kathleen, my daughter, Rita. Mr. And Mrs. Hada.

Party, don't let your momma know

Party, or she won't let you go

Would you like to sit down?

No, thank you. We have to leave soon.

Thank you.

Mr. Crowe, you have returned our daughter.

And we want to thank you personally.

So we took the liberty of asking Captain Tovar for your address.

It was very rude of us.

Please, forgive the intrusion.

We want to give you this small present for your daughter.

- P is for party - A is for all right

- R is for rowdy - T is for tonight

- Y is for you - You know what to do

I said, party, party

Fumiko sent a poem.

She wrote it for Lieutenant Crowe. Her way of saying thank you.

You're going to have to read that.

"Small boat beyond horizon

"Big boat in harbor

"Which course is true?"

It's not easy to translate.

What's it mean?

I think Fumiko thought you would know.

I appreciate the thought. Please, thank her for me.

I wish she could have come.

It's difficult for her.

When we are back in Japan...

she will stay with my mother in the country for a while.

Well then, thank you very much for your hospitality.

I wish we could have found their daughter sooner.

Wait, as I was saying...

Yes, he's here. I'll tell him.

- The little girl, Fumiko? - Yeah?

She's dead.

Overdose.

"Small boat beyond horizon, big boat in harbor"

Sounds like a riddle to me.

Fumiko told her mother I would know what it meant.

I don't think she would send me a riddle.

It's a poem.

You think she's trying to tell me that the...

"small boat beyond the horizon" is her...

dead, out of it?

And the "big boat in the harbor" is...

a boat where Duke is hiding out.

Remember that piece of paper?

- Tampico, Long Beach? - Yeah?

We thought it may be a restaurant.

Could be the name of the boat.

It's worth a call to the harbormaster.

- Let's grab them. - Not yet!

They're going to get away.

No, this is the only way out.

- What now? - Wait.

Let's take them!

Okay. Get going.

Get him out. Move it! Get out.

I'll get you, you little shit!

I can't swim! Save me!

Crowe, don't let me die!

Oh, God! Save me!

Please, save...

I can't swim!

Oh, God!

You know, Duke, it was my intention...

to leave you beside the road somewhere in a gunnysack.

But I felt that justice would not have been served.

Poetic justice, that is.

- What the fuck are you talking about? - You'll see.

Hey, pretty boy!

Look here! Hey, pussy! Pussy. Young, tight thing!

Hey, sweet thing! I got something big and long for you!

Hey, pretty boy, cut you!

Hey, guys, I got me a new mama!

And when I'm through with this bitch...

she's gonna walk out of this cellblock wearing a strapless and heels.

Crowe!

You're a fucking bastard!

Here's your dinner!

Don't fuck with me, boy!

- Don't touch me! - Don't fuck with me, boy!

Crowe! You bastard!

That's justice.