All language subtitles for Come See The Paradise 1990.1080p.HULU.WEB-DL.HE-AAC.2.0.H.264-PiRaTeS_track3_[eng]

(tango music playing)

(woman singing In Japanese)

(music stops)

(birds chirping)

(girl singing in Japanese)

(singing continues)

(both singing in Japanese)

GIRL:
Why are we so early?

WOMAN:
It's good to be early.

GIRL: Do you ever worry that
you won't recognize him, Mama?

WOMAN:
You recognize me, don't you?

Why shouldn't you recognize him?

GIRL: Well, he might have grown
a beard, or a mustache, or something.

And I was so little.

I only think
I remember him.

Do you think he'll remember me?

WOMAN: Well, he has all your photographs
and all the letters that you wrote him.

And he has
all your school reports and--

GIRL:
You sent him my school reports?

WOMAN:
Well, of course I did.

I wanted to let him know
how well you were doing.

Come on now.
I've got some tea and some rice cakes.

We'll have a nice talk
while we're walking, okay? Let's go.

-How far do we have to go?
-Not far.

If we have so much time,
why are you walking so fast?

(laughs)

I shouldn't have
worn these new shoes.

I think I have a blister.

Mama...

(speaking in Japanese)

(speaking in Japanese)

Try not to think about it.

You want to look pretty now, don't you?

Can we talk about Papa?

Okay.

(speaking in Japanese)

MEN (shouting):
One, two, three, four!

MAN:
♪ Get along with you ♪

MEN (shouting):
Hey! One, two, three, four!

MAN:
♪ I'll do the same for you ♪

WOMAN:
♪ My handsome legionnaire ♪

♪ You will fight
till the battle's won ♪

MEN (shouting):
Hey!

WOMAN:
♪ And this is the oath you swear ♪

♪ One for all and all for one ♪

MEN (in movie):
Hey! One, two, three, four!

♪ You're one for all that too ♪

MEN (in movie):
Hey! One, two, three, four!

WOMAN (in movie):
♪ I'm all for one, that's you ♪

(laughing on screen)

MAN (in movie):
I didn't mean to offend you.

WOMAN (in movie): The first time you come
to my cafe, you insult me!

And the next time you see me,
you tell me to kiss a horse.

MAN (in movie): Well, after all, you did
tell me it would kill you to pay the bet.

And I wanted to let you off,

and I just said the first thing
that came into my head.

Forgive me.
Please do.

-(man on screen chuckling)
-WOMAN (in movie): Do you like that?

MAN (in movie):
Like it? Who wouldn't?

I only wish that we'd bet some more.

WOMAN (in movie):
Oh, but we did!

-Five, six, ten-- ten bets.
-(man on screen laughing)

WOMAN (in movie):
And you won every time.

I did not know I could hate a man so much
and love him so quick.

-(chattering)
-MAN: What's going on?

(movie continues indistinctly)

(chattering)

(coughing and chattering)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

Run!

(exclaiming)

MAN: It wasn't what was planned.
It wasn't agreed in committee.

Smoke bomb, firebomb.
What the fuck's the difference, kid?

A bunch of people could've gotten killed.
That's the fuckin' difference!

Hey, look, kid, you have the right
interest, but the wrong attitude.

-It wasn't agreed in committee!
-Fuck the committee!

Hey, this is Brooklyn, not Petrograd.
It's just another way of negotiating.

All these animals who own the theaters,
this is all they understand.

Augie, talk to this guy
for Chrissakes, will ya?

Just a different way
of doing business, Jack.

Business, my ass!

The result's the same.

-Brennan--
-You want to unionize these morons,

you gotta kick 'em in the crotch
before you even get 'em to the table.

It's like Mr. Brennan says.

Whatever way you look at it,
it's negotiation.

JACK: Oh, Augie,
don't let him give you that--

Here's 300.
Take a vacation.

Go read some more books, sonny boy.
You're outta here.

-What?
-Out! Bye-bye.

Adios.

That pretty usherette
with the doodah hair perm

got a good look at you, Jack.

There ain't too many good-lookin' Irishmen
with burned hands in Brooklyn.

Just spit it out, Augie.

(sighs)
Things are different, Jack.

To these guys, you're trouble, okay?

You know every statute
on the law books by heart.

But you also got principles,
and you got politics.

And that ain't how
they want to do things right now.

This is a different union,
and they're scared of you.

-What? Of these?
-Of your mouth, Jack.

Please.

Take the money.

'Cause next time you might get burned
so bad you won't need bandages.

(applause)

(cheering)

(whispering indistinctly)

(giggles)

(speaking in Japanese)

(woman singing in Japanese)

(singing in Japanese)

(speaking in Japanese)

He says to thank your father
for inviting them to perform in America.

Oh, yes.
Papa's crazy that way.

Why doesn't she speak Japanese?

She only speaks Japanese at mealtimes.

Then perhaps I could take her to dinner.

-He says--
-I know what he said.

Tell him it's unlucky
to make a pass on the stairs.

It doesn't translate.
I guess she just blew you away, buster.

Eh?

(shouts in Japanese)

(shouting in Japanese)

-Hai.
-(continues shouting)

(singing in Japanese)

This is Harry.

(speaking Japanese)

He's an actor in American movies...

thinks he's Sessue Hayakawa...

...but all he plays
is Chinese houseboys, can you imagine?

(laughs)

We've come all this way to be Chinamen?

May I introduce my wife.

(both speaking Japanese)

This is Joyce.

She's very pretty.

This is Charlie...

...and this is Lily.

(speaking in Japanese)

Charlie is only interested
in baseball.

Lily has every man
in Little Tokyo chasing her.

But can she find a husband?

Papa, shh.
You shouldn't.

Frankie.

Frankie can't even speak Japanese.

(speaks Japanese)

Mind you,
his English isn't too good either.

(all laughing)

-Frank-- Frankie.
-Don't worry.

It's very amusing.

-Hiroshi?
-Hmm?

Are you going to talk all night
when the cards are waiting?

-And we have to have photo taken.
-Mmm.

-Papa, no. You promised no cards tonight.
-Papa.

(scoffs)

American manners,
just listen to them.

(speaking Japanese)

If I want to play cards, I play cards.

Lily, quick!
Just come! Just come!

(giggling)
Just come! Shh!

(girls giggling)

It's Mrs. Ogata,
Papa's projectionist's wife.

-Is he here?
-Sure! He's at the bar!

-He's the drunk. He's always drunk.
-He'll kill her!

(giggling)

(audience applauding)

(speaking in Japanese)

"Hollywood-ono."
Big movie star.

(speaking in Japanese)

(music playing)

♪ I'd work for you ♪

♪ I'd slave for you ♪

♪ I'd be a beggar
or a knave for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love
it will have to do ♪

(speaking in Japanese)

(groaning and laughing)

♪ I'll gladly move
the Earth for you ♪

Thanks.

-Jack? (laughs)
-Marge.

Is it, Jack?
Why didn't you tell us you were coming?

Gerry, look who's here!
All the way from New York!

-JACK: Oh, no! Look at you!
-Where's your manners?

You can't get up from the table
to welcome your own brother?

-You look so stunned!
-(laughing) Good to see you.

(laughing)

♪ I'll always love you, darlin'
Come what may ♪

You're making
a complete fool of yourself.

No, you are.
And you don't have to shout.

I'll shout as much as I want.

You're drunk. I don't want to spend
my life married to a drunk.

(shouting in Japanese)

♪ For you ♪

♪ If that isn't love
it will have to do ♪

♪ Until the real thing comes along ♪

(fanfare playing)

All I'm sayin' is, is that if
you're gettin' a dollar fifty an hour,

and some guy in a suit is gettin'
$10 out of it, then it ain't fair.

It's got nothin' to do with Communism.

It's got everything to do with it!

I'll tell you,
I'm glad to be workin'.

-You don't know what you're talkin' about.
-We should all be lucky we're working.

Every time I go through those gates,

I look up at that big sign,
and I say, "God bless ya!"

'Cause some poor sucker
who ain't got a pot to piss in

is out there
beggin' for a cup of coffee.

-Gerry--
-Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

You people just
mess things up for everybody!

Gerry, you're missin' my point!

Sure, it's great
that you're in work.

What I'm sayin' is is that someone

has got to look out
for the interests of the workin' man.

You better believe it.
If he could get out of workin', he would,

the lazy son of a bitch.

I work hard.
I work damn hard!

If the union people say
he don't have to work so hard

for the same money,
he's the first one--

You don't know what you're talkin' about.
Your kids aren't exactly starvin'.

Only 'cause I work too, pal.

The money you hand over
don't exactly pay for no fancy eatin'.

(sighs)
I'm tellin' you.

If you're gonna stay here,
you better not go causin' any trouble.

I'm not gonna cause any trouble.

I am not gonna stay under
the same roof with no Red.

-Brother or no brother!
-Jesus! I am not a Red!

For Chrissakes, Gerry,
I'm agreein' with ya!

I'm gonna get a regular job
like everyone else.

You never had a regular job!

Look, this is a great country,
best country in the world.

If you fucking Reds--
Excuse the language.

-I ain't no Red.
-Didn't go agitating and causin' trouble--

Now, you're lucky to be livin' here.

Else you'd be livin' like a pig in shit
pullin' three dollars a week in Donegal.

Yeah, well, that's why
I feel so at home here, Gerry.

Because when it comes
to shovelin' shit, you're full of it.

-Shut up, the two of ya!
-Jesus.

No wonder your
fuckin' wife left you.

(sighs)

She left because
she missed Ireland, Marge.

She's happy there.

It wasn't gonna work out.
You know that.

She left because
you spoiled it for her.

You lost your faith in everything, Jack.

You were so full of rage,
she got sick of it and stopped dreamin'.

-Maybe I shouldn't stay here.
-No. Don't even think of it.

Hey, we're glad to have you. Huh?

Go talk to Gerry.
He-- He means well.

(chuckles)

(dogs barking)

Shouldn't have come here, Jack.

Y-You're my brother,
and I wanna help you, but...

Trouble sticks to you
like shit to a blanket.

I'm a content kind of guy, you know?
I'm sick of trouble.

-So am I.
-(sighs)

Honest to God, Gerry,
all I want is a regular job.

You're a politician, Jack.
A sweatshop lawyer.

The Chicago heavies have closed this
town off to any outside union guys.

I know. I know.

Don't worry.
I'll be gone tomorrow.

Where'll you go?

I don't know.
San Francisco, maybe?

(scoffs)
You don't want to do that.

-Maybe I can talk to some people for you.
-No, Gerry. No.

See this yard?

It's a nice yard.

You should see it in the daytime.

It's beautiful, really beautiful.

Got geraniums,
got magnolias, got sweet peas.

Got a fountain.

Hey, I'm even thinkin' of puttin'
a pool in for the kids.

-A pool would be nice.
-Yeah.

It's enough for me, Jack.

It's enough for me too, Gerry.

I bring in these Japanese films
to play at my theatre and they do okay.

Good films.
Big Japanese stars.

But young people today,
all they're interested in is tap dancing.

Fred Gable and Jinji Rogers.

Fred Astaire.

Kawamura...

We're here to talk about money,
not tap dancing.

I know. I'll pay.
I always do.

Not soon enough, Hiroshi.

Now Mr. Fujioka here
has offered to settle your debts.

Fujioka?

Hmmm.

Hiroshi...

...I've been thinking
about remarrying.

Good idea.
Your wife has been dead long enough.

I was thinking of your daughter.

Which daughter? Lily?

Yes, Lily.
A beautiful girl.

Papa! Papa!

(speaking in Japanese)

Papa, it's Mr. Ogata.

Did the projector break again?

No, no, no. Papa,
he's killed himself.

Hai?

(quietly) He's killed himself, Papa.
I just found him.

You're right.

I should be in tomatoes
like you, Fujioka.

Can you imagine killing yourself?

(speaking in Japanese)

Do you have to?
We're gonna eat.

It's the only thing he could have done.
Why do you have to keep talking about it?

Mr. Fujioka?
But he's old, and he's sleazy.

Papa, are you serious?

(Mama speaking in Japanese)

Why did he have to kill himself?
Why didn't he just kill her?

Because of honor.

(Mama speaking in Japanese)

Why do you have to kill anyone?
Why can't you just make up?

Or why didn't he just leave her?

I knew his wife, Mrs. Fujioka.

Nice woman.
Died too young.

Lily, he'd make
a good husband to you.

(speaking in Japanese)

Oto-san, you smoke too much!

But he's horrible! He's ugly,
and he has bad teeth, Mama. He's...

-Sleazy.
-(giggling)

He's rich,
and Papa owes him money.

LILY:
But I don't know him.

That's all right.
All I know of Mama was her picture.

CHARLIE:
Listen to Papa.

You're not marrying anyone.
I am!

Aw, you like the idea.

I am not!
I hate the idea!

(both jeering)

Just meet with him.

(whispering)
For Papa's sake.

For all our sakes.
We can do with the money.

And we need a new projectionist.

MAMA: Do as your papa says.
What harm can it do?

You'll meet him.

But, Mama, he's older than Papa.

You'll meet him, and that's that!

(sisters laughing and humming
"The Wedding March")

Have you ever been to Japan?

No. No, I haven't.

Where does
your father come from?

Wakayama, quite near to Osaka.

Ah, is that so?
We have a brother...

...who lives in Osaka.

(Mama speaking in Japanese)

Uh, you prefer we speak English.

It's okay.
As you prefer.

I'm sorry, my Japanese isn't very good.

Oh-- Oh, no.
My mother doesn't speak English.

And so--

Uh--

I want you to know,
uh, I make you a good husband.

I give you a good life, nice house.

I have a good business,
and, uh...

I want you to know I can--

(mothers speaking in Japanese)

(murmuring in Japanese)

I'm sorry?

Uh, I give you plenty babies.

Hmm?

(piano playing)

(mothers continue chattering)

(singing in Japanese)

(singing continues)

We have five shows a day,
six if the film is short,

and it pays $20 a week.

-Seven days a week?
-Oh, yes.

Good union hours.

Well, it's a Japanese custom.
People expect it.

And it's for one month.

My cousin in Portland
is coming to work here then.

Sounds good to me.

First show is 11:00.

11:00, huh?

Mm-hmm.

(sighs)
Last guy sleep here?

Yeah. He, um,
liked to take a nap in between shows.

-What happened to him?
-He died.

Overworked, probably.

Committed suicide.
He was disgraced.

What'd he do?
Miss a changeover?

(chuckles)

Now, the projectors are very old,

so you have to treat them
like a woman.

With love?

No, with patience.

(projector starts whirring)

(jazz song playing)

(singing in Japanese)

(singing along in Japanese)

(jazz song continues)

(speaking in Japanese)

(woman in film speaking in Japanese)

(singing in Japanese)

(all laughing)

-Whoa!
-(exclaiming)

(speaking in Japanese)

(laughing)
What did you say to her?

I don't know. It's in the third reel
of the movie. (chuckles)

Hey!
Who was that?

-No one worth knowing.
-Are you kidding?

-She's not your type.
-Oh, she's your girlfriend or something.

-No, no, no. Just a girl.
-Just a girl? She's beautiful.

-She's my sister.
-Wait a minute.

You told me your sister had a face
like a plate of steamed dumplings.

You should see her without makeup.

You said she was
four foot tall and squat.

-I've got a lot of sisters.
-We're asking her to lunch.

No, no. Jack, Jack, listen.
She's Japanese, Jack.

-Yeah?
-We'll find you a nice American girl.

Uh, hi. I'm, uh, Jack.

I work with your brother Charlie.

Are you Dulcie?

CHARLIE: Lily.
Dulcie's my other sister.

-Hi, Lily.
-Hello.

We were just wondering
if maybe you would join us for lunch.

He was wondering.

(sighs)

What?

Don't come with us.

Look. I'm in a hurry.
She's busy. Let's go!

I can have lunch.

(speaking in Japanese)

(speaking in Japanese)

(speaking in Japanese)

-I can.
-Oh, great.

Great.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Fumiko, you've got a big mouth.

(box clattering on floor)

-Oops.
-Oh, thank you.

(chattering)

(laughing)

So, what are we gonna order here?

Can you read that?

Yeah. My Japanese
is gettin' better every day.

(chuckles)
It's in Chinese.

It might help you
if you'd turn the menu up the other way.

Maybe you oughta order for us.

(all laughing)

Don't forget we're going
to that game tonight.

Oh, yeah.
Lily gonna go with us?

No. She hates baseball.

I like baseball, creep.

(both laughing)

Oh, shit.
Did you lock up?

No, I gave you the keys.

(clicks tongue)
I'll be back.

Talk about baseball.

-So--
-Thank you.

-Um, so you work in my father's theater?
-Yeah, projectionist.

The films must be boring for you.

No, no, uh-- Some people
would kill to get my job.

The last guy even killed himself.

(laughs)

Are you from Los Angeles?

No. I'm from, um, Philadelphia
by way of New York.

I just got out here.

And you?

Little Tokyo...
by way of Little Tokyo.

-Your father?
-Ah. Uh, he's issei, first generation.

-He's from Wakayama, Japan.
-Issei.

Mm-hmm. Uh, but all us kids
were born right here, nisei.

-Nisei.
-Nisei, that's us, second generation.

Oh, uh--

What happened to your hands?

Oh, it's a long story.

Do they hurt?

Only when I use chopsticks.

(laughs)

Um, you work in
the costume shop long?

Uh, since school.

Mm-hmm. And, uh, your father
owns that too, or--

Oh, no.
And he only rents the movie theater.

He's not allowed to own it.

He's Japanese.
It's against the law.

What?
He never became a citizen or...

That's against the law too for Japanese.

Well, I didn't know that.

Not many people do.

You're really beautiful, Lily.

(laughs)
Thank you.

I was expecting a plate
of steamed dumplings.

(laughs)
To eat?

No, to have lunch with.

(laughs)

Can I kiss you?

What?

Can I kiss you?

(giggles)
Shall we order?

-What? Steamed dumplings?
-(giggles) To eat?

To eat, have lunch with,
to play baseball with.

To kiss.

(laughing)
Just order.

Oh, I'm only serious.

Can I kiss you again?

(giggles)
It'll give you indigestion.

(laughs)

Kanpai.

Kanpai.

(chattering)

You let him kiss you just like that?

-Uh-huh.
-In chop suey restaurant?

-Are you gonna tell Mama?
-No.

And neither are you.

-You gonna go dancing?
-Mm-hmm. Maybe.

-You gonna kiss him again?
-(laughs) Maybe.

Are you gonna... do it?

Do it?

You know, it.

Dulcie, I just met him.

You kissed him
in a chop suey restaurant for God's sake.

Well, if I did,
I'm certainly not gonna tell you.

I guess this means
you're not gonna marry Mr. Fujioka.

(in a singsong voice)
No, I'm not.

(sputtering)
Papa's gonna kill you if he finds out.

("If We Never Meet Again" playing)

♪ If we never meet again ♪

♪ I'll have a rose to remember ♪

♪ The snows of December ♪

♪ Will bring you back to me ♪

♪ If we never meet again ♪

♪ I'll fall asleep in the flowers ♪

♪ And dream of the hours ♪

♪ We've spent in ecstasy ♪

♪ The leaves in the fall ♪

Mr. Ogata left this behind before the rest
of his spirit departed for heaven.

Poor Mr. Ogata.
I never saw him sober.

How did you burn your hands?

Oh, in a fire.
It was a mistake.

I was a sweatshop lawyer
for the New York Projectionists' Union.

What's a sweatshop lawyer?

Not a real lawyer, nothin' special.

Just anybody in the union who can read.
(laughs)

The Norris-LaGuardia
Anti-Injunction Act,

the Wagner Labor Relations Act,
I know 'em all, every line, every comma.

Got me into trouble.

Why?

Because we lost sight of
what we were fightin' for.

Got too rough.

I'm not proud of it,
but it's in the past.

Startin' over.
From nothin' to nothin'.

Tell me about your wife.

(sighs) We were 18 when we got married,
and it didn't work.

She went back to Ireland.

Why did she do that?

She had an accident.

She worked in a shoe factory,

and her hair got caught
in one of the machines.

And it wasn't serious,
but she was... pregnant,

and the shock of it
made her lose the baby.

I wasn't there.
I was at a meeting.

She wasn't happy here,
so her sister paid for her ticket,

and she took the boat back home.

Can't blame her.

Guess she'd
had enough of America.

Or enough of me.

You don't like sake.

(coughs)
(laughs)

I hate it.

I'm gonna take you home.

No. It's better if I go on my own.

I'll be fine.

Papa sees you,
you'll be joining Mr. Ogata in heaven.

(laughs)

-Good night.
-Good night.

GIRL (voice over): Did you really kiss him
in the chop suey restaurant?

Yes, I did.

Weren't you embarrassed?

A little, maybe.

No. It seemed a nice thing to do.

Come to think of it,
I wasn't embarrassed one little bit.

Weren't people looking at you?

I didn't notice.

God, you were kissing him already,
and you hardly knew him.

(laughs)
Somehow, it didn't matter.

Did you love him?

Oh, yes.
Very much.

Did you go to lots of nice places?

Mm, some.

What did Papa Kawamura say?

(speaking in Japanese)

Papa, let's just talk about it, even.

(speaking in Japanese)

-Papa!
-No! No! No! No!

Mama?

Itadakimasu.

ALL:
Itadakimasu.

(piano playing)

(singing in Japanese)

(speaking in Japanese)

Mr. Noji, come on.
Did you let him in?

No. Come on,
your highness. Come on.

The prime minister wants to tell you
how the invasion of China is doin'.

(speaking angrily in Japanese)

-Did you get that?
-It's about Lily, right?

Says you're not to see her again.
And you're fired.

He wants you gone by Friday.

It's best, Jack, for her and you.

I told you, Jack!

Best you get yourself
a nice American girl.

(cars honking)

(car honks)

(honks)

Lily?

(sewing machines stop)

Is Lily here?

MAN: No Lily, sorry.
She not work today.

(speaking in Japanese)

What?

She's gone to see her aunt
on Terminal Island.

(breathing heavily)
Okay. Thanks.

(car honking)

(speaking in Japanese)

(both struggling)

(shouting in Japanese)

(chattering in Japanese)

Mr. Kawamura,
may I have a word with you, please?

(speaking in Japanese)

May I sit down, sir?

(breathing heavily) Mr. Kawamura, I'm...
sorry if I've offended you, sir.

I still don't know
why I've offended you. Uh--

You see, I'm just a dumb
mick from... New York.

And I'm not aware of all your customs
and your traditions and all.

But I'm trying really hard to learn.

And I would very much like to see
your daughter again, sir.

It's not possible.

-To go out with her.
-It's not possible!

-To--
-It's not possible!

You can keep saying "it's not possible"
all night, Mr. Kawamura.

(exhaling)

Mr. Kawamura, I am trying really hard
to be respectful, sir.

Honest to God, I am.
I am trying really hard to understand...

wh-what this must mean to you.

But I love your daughter.

I know you look at me,
and you see some nothing bum

who works for you for $20 a week,

and doesn't seem to amount to much.
I know that.

But I think
I can be better than that, sir.

And dumb and stupid
as this may sound to you,

what I can never be, not ever...

...is Japanese.

But I couldn't love Lily more.

(coins clinking)

(door slamming)

(footsteps approaching)

How was Terminal Island?

Pretty.

We had tea with my aunt.

My mother and my sisters stayed.
I left. I took the ferry home.

(chuckles) They're still probably
looking for me out on the beach.

I have to leave.

I know.

I heard.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

I want you to come with me.
I want to marry you, Lily.

-(thudding)
-(projector whirring)

(woman singing in Japanese)

GIRL:
You sat up and talked all night?

LILY: Yep.

GIRL:
What did he talk about?

LILY: Well, lots of stuff.

Your papa knew so many things

about politics, and history,
and everything.

GIRL: Did you kiss?

LILY: A little.

GIRL:
Did you have a big wedding

with Mama and Papa Kawamura,
and Dulcie and Frankie--

No. No, we couldn't.

Why?

Well, for a start, Japanese
aren't allowed to marry non-Japanese

in the state of California.

Why?

'Cause it was against
the California laws.

So where did you go?

Seattle.

Why did you go to Seattle?

'Cause it's not California.
We could get married there.

GIRL:
Can we have a snow cone, Mama?

We've got tea.

(speaking in Japanese)

Okay.

(speaking in Japanese)

Didn't even Mama Kawamura
come to the wedding?

LILY (voice over):
No. No, she didn't.

What did you wear?
Were you pretty?

Oh, I had a beautiful dress
with a lace collar and cuffs.

And I wore my hair special
with a bow just like yours.

It was a beautiful day.

LILY (voice over):
It was the best wedding anyone ever had.

We had flowers.

We had champagne.

It was the best day of my life.

Thank you.

♪ Maybe I'm right
Maybe I'm wrong ♪

♪ Maybe I'm weak
and maybe I'm strong ♪

♪ But nevertheless
I'm in love with you ♪

-Come on. Come on.
-Where are we going?

Our party.

♪ Maybe I'll win
and maybe I'll lose ♪

♪ Maybe I'm in
for cryin' the blues ♪

♪ But nevertheless
I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Somehow I knew at a glance ♪

They're playin' our song.

♪ The terrible chances
I'm taking ♪

♪ Fine at the start ♪

♪ Then left with a heart
that is breaking ♪

♪ Maybe I'll live a life of regret ♪

♪ And maybe I'll give
much more than I'll get ♪

♪ But nevertheless
I'm in love with you ♪

(laughing)

(band continues playing)

(indistinct)

(indistinct)

♪ Somehow I knew at a glance ♪

♪ The terrible chances
I'm taking ♪

♪ Fine at the start ♪

♪ Then left with a heart
that is breaking ♪

♪ Maybe I'll live a life of regret ♪

♪ And maybe I'll give
much more than I'll get ♪

♪ But nevertheless
I'm in love with you ♪

(violin playing)

GIRL (voice over):
You went to somebody else's wedding?

LILY (voice over):
No one seemed to mind.

And for Papa and me,

it seemed like everyone
had shown up just for us.

♪ What else on Earth
could ever bring ♪

♪ Such happiness to everything ♪

♪ As love's old story ♪

♪ Love is the strangest thing ♪

♪ No song of bird upon the wing ♪

♪ Shall in our hearts
more sweetly sing ♪

♪ Than love's old story ♪

LILY (voice over):
We were happy.

So very happy.

Oh! (exclaiming)

Help me out.
I can't move my legs.

(laughing)

-Yeah.
-(laughing)

LILY (voice over): Those days it seemed
like all we ever did was kiss.

GIRL (voice over):
What about me?

LILY (voice over):
You were born on Christmas Day, 1937.

And we called you Minae
after Mama Kawamura's sister.

And you went to
your first school there.

-Flap your wings.
-(laughing)

LILY (voice over):
In Seattle, your papa got a job

in a cannery as a fish masher.

MAN:
Let's go! We gotta put food on our tables.

WOMAN:
Fourteen!

I'm tellin' you.
They're goin' about it all the wrong way.

It ain't enough to have somethin' to say
if you ain't got no one listenin'.

Six guys ain't gonna speak for everyone.

Only everyone speaks for everyone.

(engine revving)

One wet, slimy fish ain't gonna speak
for all the rest of these fish.

He might be a stinkin' fish.

And even if the rest of all these suckers
were alive and well and kickin',

which they ain't,

that one guy
ain't gonna scare no one.

They're pretty pleased
with what they're doin'.

JACK: There's a lot of things
that are wrong around here.

If you was to throw that switch right now,
you'd probably take off both of my legs,

and no one would give a shit
that I was suddenly two foot shorter.

'Cause the only way

you're gonna get those guys upstairs
in the suits to listen to you,

is when a big fish comes along,

and he swallows up all the rest
of these little fish.

And this big fucking fish
has teeth so huge

it scares the shit
out of those guys upstairs in the suits.

Because they know that it can bite off
both of their arms and legs.

If you're so smart, how come
you don't do somethin' about it?

'Cause I promised someone I wouldn't.

Who did you promise?

My wife.

(machine revving)

(shouting and jeering)

Get outta here!

You have no right to do this!
These people have a legal right to picket.

Says who?

Says the law!

JACK:
You okay? Get outta the way!

Under the Clayton Act of 1914,
these men have the legal right to picket!

They are workers from this company!

And they have
legitimate grievances!

They were
demonstrating peaceably!

And you have no right to do this!

These men were fighting for all of you.

Are you going to allow these
people to get away with this?

Will you get this man an ambulance?

(loudly)
I'm not shouting.

Look, I work in a place,

where for 78 cents an hour,
we stuff dead fish into cans!

We don't work Saturdays,
we get laid off.

I don't want to hear it.

Why do you always see
the bad in everything?

Because maybe things
should be a little bit better, that's why.

-The people working down there--
-But it makes you so angry!

Why do you always have
to be angry at everyone?

I am angry because the people
working there are so stuffed with shit

that they ought to be so grateful

they're not standing
in soup-kitchen lines anymore.

So they stink of fish every day!

But why does it have to be you?

Why can't it be someone else?
It's too dangerous for you, Jack.

You don't think that
if it was someone else,

they don't have wives,
and husbands, and kids to think about?

We're happy, Jack.

Happy?

What in the hell does "happy"
have to do with any of this?

You're happy.
Maybe I'm not so happy.

Lily, it's not you.
I swear to God. It's not you.

It's just that maybe things bother me
that you don't know about.

Maybe things bother me
so much that I just--

I can't speak sometimes.

I get so choked up with rage.
And I--

(sighing)

I agreed to hand out
a bundle of leaflets on a street corner,

and you act as if
I'm going out to kill someone.

Because you know one thing's
gonna lead to another.

It'll make you crazy.

You can't spit against heaven, Jack.

Oh, don't give me that Japanese shit!

Oh, Lily, I'm sorry.
I'm truly sorry, honey.

It's just a few leaflets.
I promise.

-(horse whinnying)
-(crowd clamoring)

Go home!

(shouting)

POLICEMAN:
Why don't you go home?

(yelling in agony)

(siren wailing)

MAN (over P.A. system):
Your attention, please.

Los Angeles
overnight coastal service...

LILY (voice over): I don't know why
I left your papa that day.

But sometimes you get pushed and pulled
without ever knowing the reasons why.

But I knew I couldn't stay.

I had to be with
Mama and Papa Kawamura.

Do you have a history
of labor union business, McGann?

It is McGann, isn't it?

Yeah, McGann.

No, no, I don't.

I work at the cannery.
I'm a fish masher.

You people caused quite a stir.

It was a legal demonstration, sir.

Perfectly within the Constitution.

Well, all that striking stuff's
over now, mister.

When the Japs step on the beach,

you think they're
gonna take any notice of your banners?

They'll stick a goddamn bayonet
in your belly, grievance or no grievance.

This is America, pal,
so remember you're an American.

We're at war now.

What are you talking about?

Ain't you heard?
The Japs just bombed Pearl Harbor.

It's all over the radio.

(woman singing in Japanese)

Lily! Lily!
You never said you were coming.

-Oh, I knew you'd come back.
-Joycie, my God.

-Mini!
-Hi, Lily.

She is so beautiful.
Adorable.

Harry!

Lily! It's good you came.
It's great to see you.

It's nice to see you too.

-Where's Mama?
-She's upstairs.

Who are these men?

F.B.I.
They're searching the house.

-They arrested Papa, Lily.
-What?

They've arrested many issei.
All the kendo big shots.

They say Papa's
a potentially dangerous alien.

They searched the house three times.

Papa, dangerous?

Charlie's at the police station now
to find out what's happening.

Where's Jack?

He's in Seattle.

Mama?

Mama?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sure things
will be all right, Mama.

They'll know Papa is a good man.

He never harmed anybody.

He didn't do anything wrong.

They'll see that and--

Mama.

I wrote to you all these years, and...

...you never once wrote back.

(sniffles)

Dulcie told me that...

...Papa wouldn't let you write.

But it never upset me because...

...all the time I pretended
that you did.

Every week I would write to you...

...as if you were reading
all my letters and...

...and sending to me
all your news.

I told you everything.

Just like we used to talk.

If Mini had a cold or...

...fell over and cut her knee,
I'd let you know.

I know you wanted to write, Mama.

I'm so sorry, Mama.

I love you.

Please talk to me, Mama.

Mama?

Mini?

Mini-chan.

(laughing)

(speaking in Japanese)

(laughing)
Mini-chan.

(speaking in Japanese)

Missed you, Lily.

(speaking in Japanese)

I'm here now, Mama.

(crying and laughing)

(chattering)

MAN:
Be sure you check below decks.

-Did you see him?
-He's okay.

He's depressed, but he's okay.

He's asked for his shaving stuff,
and some clean shirts, and some socks.

He left without any socks.

They're gonna keep him here
on Terminal Island for a day or two,

and then they're sending him away.

Where to?

He thinks North Dakota.

But why?
What did he do?

They say he was a member

of the Nippon Bunka Kyokai
and the Nichbei Kinema,

and so he's had direct contact
with the enemy.

But they were only cultural societies.

They were plays he was bringing over,
not machine guns.

And movies.
Don't forget the crummy movies.

They're a dangerous weapon.
They can bore you to death.

-What are we gonna tell Mama?
-The truth.

But they could be home in a week.

People say they're gonna
send all of us away.

All of us?
Nisei too?

All of us.

(bell on door jingling)

We're not open.
Mr. Matsui is not here.

Where's Mr. Matsui?

He's been arrested.

So has my father.

Why?

They're Japanese.

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

I heard you were in jail.

Probation.

And what happened to your arm?

A horse.

You were on a horse?

Under it.

Oh, Jack.

Lily. Lily.
I'm sorry.

(moaning)

(telephone ringing)

It's all right.
It's all right.

(sighing)
Oh, Lily, I've missed you so much.

(ringing continues)

(jingling)

(knocking)

(telephone continues ringing)

JACK:
I could break both of my arms and my legs,

and it could never hurt me
as much as losing you, Lily.

You have a happiness inside you
that makes you so beautiful.

It's as if someone gave you
a little bag of magic

that only you can dip into.

And then I see the way
that you look at Mini,

and in your eyes is something so perfect,
no one can touch it.

No one could cheat you
or steal it away from you,

because it's something
no one else can have.

I love you so much, Lily.

You're braver
than anyone I ever knew.

You have everything
that I never had.

And I was still so blind and stupid

that I didn't see you were looking at me
the same way that you looked at Mini,

and that nothing else mattered.

You were just giving me
a little handful of that magic.

And no one and no thing

is ever gonna
take that away from us.

No one.

Never.

("Hark the Herald Angels Sing" playing)

SANTA: Okay, big fella.
Get down there. There you go.

Okay, buddy. How are you?
What do you want for Christmas?

Oh, thank you.

So, you gonna be
really nice to him, okay?

Yes.

-GIRL: A tea set.
-Now what you do...

...is you tell him who you are,

and then you tell him
you've been the goodest girl in America.

And then you just sort of slip in about
what you want for Christmas. Okay?

And then he's gonna tell his elves.

And his elves, they work for him.
They work overtime for no pay.

And they make all the toys

for all the boys and girls in America.
You know that?

-Who's next?
-Here we go. Right on up there, baby.

There you go.
Right up there on his lap.

Scoot, pal. I ain't sitting
no Japanese kid on my lap.

For Christ's sakes.

Wait a minute. Excuse me. Wait a minute.
We're the next in line here.

No Japs. Sorry, fella, it ain't my rule.
Just read the sign.

Japs don't have Christmas anyway.
They're Buddhists.

No, wait. Just a second, please.
Ma'am, please, just a second.

Baby, come here just for a second.
I'm gonna sit you down right here.

And Daddy's gonna
talk to Santa, okay? Okay.

Look, that little girl
ain't no Buddhist, pal.

As a matter of fact, she's a Christian,

and she believes in Santa Claus.

Now either you're gonna
sit her on your lap

and let her tell you
what she wants for Christmas,

or I'm gonna stuff this fuckin' beard
down your fuckin' throat, fatso.

Mickey, will you get over here?
A troublemaker.

-Come on. Out, out, out.
-There's a crazy guy threatening me.

Get your hands off me.

All I want is for my daughter
to sit on this jerk's lap.

We don't serve Japs here, pal.
Read the sign. Read the sign.

What? Are you from
an orphanage or something?

No, I'm not from an orphanage.
She's an American, and I'm her father.

She's an American.
Merry Christmas.

(piano playing)

♪ With all the words, dear
at my command ♪

♪ I just can't make you
understand ♪

♪ I'll always love you, darling
Come what may ♪

♪ My heart is yours
What more can I say? ♪

♪ I'd sigh for you
I'd die for you ♪

♪ I'd tear those stars down
from the sky for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love
it will have to do ♪

♪ Until the real thing
comes along ♪♪

Thank you very much.

(cheering in Japanese)

Should we leave the latch up
on the door, Mama,

in case Papa comes back,
and we're asleep?

CHARLIE:
He won't be back tonight.

He might be.

Jack, your turn.
Everyone has to sing.

-Yeah, Jack, come on. Sing for us.
-I don't sing.

Jack, whoever heard
of an Irishman who didn't sing?

-I don't sing.
-He can sing.

-I do not.
-Yes, you do.

He's just shy.
Make him sing.

(all pleading)

Come on, please?
One song.

Come on. Just--
You can do it, one song.

(singing in Japanese)

4C? Enemy alien?
I can't believe this shit.

Friendly enemy alien.

Yeah, what about
the Germans and the Italians?

What, is Joe DiMaggio
an enemy alien, for Chrissakes?

-Shikata ga nai.
-Shikata ga nai, shit.

It's wrong, Harry.
It's terribly wrong.

LILY (voice over):
Those were very bad days for us.

At the time, the Japanese Army
seemed to be winning all the battles.

And every time a couple of whales
popped their heads up from the ocean,

someone said they were Japanese submarines
about to attack California.

For us, the war was so far away.

We were in Los Angeles,
and we were Americans.

Or we thought
we were Americans.

The people looked at our faces,
and we weren't Americans anymore.

We were the enemy.

Were you frightened?

No, not really.

Because we really couldn't
believe what was happening.

And then Mr. Roosevelt
signed the Executive Order Number 9066,

saying that
all Japanese families must be sent away.

-To the camps?
-Mm-hmm.

At first, we didn't know where.

And suddenly, in March,

they told us that
we had six days to go.

Six days?

Six days
to pack up everything and leave.

I remember that part.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you-- ♪

DULCIE: If there's not going to be typhoid
where we're going,

why do we have to have typhoid shots?

FRANKIE:
What's typhoid?

I'll be scarred for life.

I heard some people
got crippled from these shots.

(speaking in Japanese)

Don't exaggerate.

DULCIE:
It's true. Judy Higurashi told me.

Do we have to get rid
of everything, Harry?

We can only take what we can carry,
70 pounds.

The rest has to go.

-Everything?
-Everything.

-FRANKIE: What about the chickens?
-We'll leave the chickens.

The Ogawas had to kill their chickens.

How about the dog?

(speaking in Japanese)

FRANKIE:
We can't take the dog?

Mrs. Fu's taking the dog.

Don't Chinese eat dogs?

(speaking in Japanese)

What about my mitt?
Can I take my mitt?

Sure, you can take your mitt.

Wherever we're going, they're not gonna
stop you playing baseball.

Are they?

Uh, this gentleman
wants to see the piano.

Certainly.
Come on, Joyce.

Show this gentleman
what a fine piano it is.

I got $15 for the Bendix.

(piano playing)

Are you okay?

I'm gonna take Mini for a walk. Okay?

You okay, Mama?

Mm.

What are you burning?

Ah, just stuff.

We cannot take it with us,

and it's too, uh...

(speaking in Japanese)

I don't want people
going through our things.

(speaking in Japanese)

How many things you keep?

In Japan, people don't
have so many things.

You know, when I first
got off the steamer at Angel Island--

Pretty name, nei?

All I had was
the clothes I was wearing,

a small bag...

...pretty hat and a parasol.

(speaking in Japanese)

(laughs)

Things I hate burning most
are your school reports.

How are people going to know
how well you did?

They'll know, Mama.

They'll know.

(man singing in Japanese on record)

(man singing in Japanese)

The man didn't buy the piano?

He didn't offer enough.

How much?

Ten dollars.

I got him up from five.

I said I'd sooner burn it.

FRANKIE:
How can you burn a piano?

What are we going to do
with these old records?

They're all Japanese.
No one's gonna buy them.

Break them.

Break them?

Sure. Break them.

(song ends)

MAN (over P.A. system):
Special Army rail transport Bravo 719,

departing at 1100 hours.

(announcement continues indistinctly)

Bye, Jack.

When do you get back from Seattle?

Just a couple of days.
A week at the most.

I'm just gonna check in for my parole.
Then I'm coming.

If only we knew where we're going.

I'll find you, Lily.

Good-bye, Mama.

Don't worry.
This won't be for long, I'm sure. Okay?

Why are the blinds down?

So we won't know where we're going.

You okay?
You okay?

(train whistle blowing)

(Mrs. Kawamura speaking in Japanese)

Rattlesnakes?

And rabbits...

...that bite.

I'm gonna throw up.

You don't wanna throw up.

And mosquitoes.

I wanna throw up.

You don't wanna throw up.

Big mosquitoes.

The size of sparrows...
that suck your blood.

(vomiting)

CHARLIE:
Shit!

(vomiting continues)

She did throw up.

(dog barking in distance)

(chickens clucking)

(chattering in distance)

(clattering)

Hey! Hey, get outta here!

You get outta here!

Fuckin' little vultures!

(woman singing in Japanese)

(horse whinnying)

MAN:
Sir, you're next.

I can't bring my camera?

Sorry, it's on the list.

Right this way.

(baby crying in distance)

(toilet flushing)

Thanks for coming with me, Lily.

It's okay.
I'm scared to come on my own as well.

-Do you think they'll shoot us?
-No, of course not.

Do you think they'll
send us back to Japan?

I don't know.
I truly don't know, Frankie.

I've never been to Japan.

Me neither.

LILY (voice over):
We stayed at the racetrack for two months,

until they moved us to a new home,

way out in the desert.

(band playing)

LILY (voice over): The journey on the bus
seemed to go on forever,

and finally we arrived.

But all I can remember
is the mountains,

the cold and the dust.

(band continues playing)

Next.

MAN:
Next.

You have 24 hours to report
for drafting, Mr. McGann.

Your parole is annulled
under Section 472 of the War Powers Act.

But, uh, I need to go to Los Angeles.

Don't think so.

It says Tacoma.
Yep, Tacoma.

You report tomorrow.

It's pretty clear, else--

Else what?

Else you'll find yourself in jail
instead of the Army, mister.

(stamping papers)

Next please.

♪ O sacred head now wounded ♪

♪ With grief
and shame weighed down ♪

♪ Now scornfully surrounded ♪

LILY (voice over):
We lined up for everything.

We seemed to spend half our lives
lining up for something or other.

Our lives had changed completely,

and we spent our whole time
pretending they hadn't.

-There we go!
-(cheering)

You must have finished by now!

I haven't started yet!

Mama!

♪ Which once was bright as morn ♪

♪ What language shall I borrow ♪

(yelling In Japanese)

♪ For this, thy dying sorrow ♪

♪ Thy pity without end ♪

♪ O make me thine forever ♪

DULCIE:
He was staring at you.

(yelling)

Let's go!
Move that vehicle, soldier!

-I'm trying, Sergeant.
-What's the matter with you, McGann?

Somebody teach you to do this in Dublin?
Move that vehicle!

Get moving, McGann!

(man yelling)

Come on!

Break it up!

Get away from me! No!

Come on! Move!

-What is it?
-Something about stealing food.

There's a man with blood
all down his apron.

I think he got punched.

Do you wanna play
one-on-one after, Charlie?

No.

DULCIE: There's a guy
with his nose split wide open.

Michi Hokoda
saw 10 sides of beef under a sheet

in the back of one of
the administrator's trucks.

Maybe they're starving us to death.

♪ Too much slop suey
gives you spots ♪

♪ Makes you poopy ♪

We have enough to eat.

(speaking in Japanese)

It's got to be stopped,

or else someone's gonna
get their throat cut.

It's hard feeding all these people.

It's a fucking camp, for Christ sakes.

Don't swear in front of Mama.

-HARRY: She doesn't know the word.
-I know the word.

It's not a camp.

Camp is where you go fishing,

sit around fires made by
rubbing two sticks together.

This isn't the fucking Boy Scouts, Harry.

Charlie, please don't swear
in front of Mama.

She's Japanese.
She doesn't understand the word.

I know the word.

Mama.

It's Papa.

ALL (shouting):
Papa!

You're back.

Oh, Mini. Mini-chan.

Kiss your grandpa.

Oh, thank you.

LILY (voice over):
Papa Kawamura never was happy at the camp.

People whispered and whispered.

Silly, spiteful rumors

that he'd given information
to the F.B.I. when he was at Fort Lincoln.

It wasn't true.

But it didn't matter.

I got it! I got it!

LILY (voice over): In those days,
people only believed the worst.

No one would talk to him.

And he got lonelier and lonelier.

-BOY: Liar!
-BOY 2: We know you talked to the F.B.I.

LILY (voice over):
Sadder and sadder.

(boys jeering)

♪ Don't sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me ♪

♪ Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me ♪

♪ No, no, no, don't sit under
the apple tree ♪

♪ With anyone else but me
till I come marching home ♪

♪ Don't go walking down
Lover's Lane ♪

♪ With anyone else but me ♪

Alice Noguchi?
How could they pick her?

She's got a face like a latrine bucket.

I think she's pretty.

Big tits.

They always pick
the one with big tits.

They're not so big.

♪ Till I come marching home ♪♪

(Mr. Kawamura singing in Japanese)

Mini-chan.

(singing in Japanese)

♪ Don't go walking down
Lover's Lane ♪

♪ With anyone else but me
With anyone else but me ♪

♪ No, no, no
not with a soul but me ♪

♪ No, no, no, don't you go
down Lover's Lane ♪

♪ With anyone else but me ♪

Hey, thanks for stopping.

If you can find room back there,
then you're more than welcome, soldier.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

(chattering)

Hey, Kenji, come on!

(yelling in Japanese)

Come on. Come on.

One of the J.C.L.'ers
has been beaten up.

They're blaming the kitchen union people.
There's gonna be trouble.

We should get home, Mama.

-Where's Charlie?
-I don't know, Mama.

Come on, Frankie.

Where you stationed?

Fairmont.

Ah. On a 24-hour?

-What's left of it.
-(chuckles)

You got friends down at the camp?

Yeah, kind of.

They're real good people,
some of them Japs.

Got a couple of them working for me.
Real hard workers.

Trouble is, you don't know
which ones to trust,

which ones will shoot you in the back.

Hard problem.
Beats me.

(man yelling in Japanese)

(men responding in Japanese)

(coughing)

What's going on here?

SOLDIER: Road's closed, sir.
You're gonna have to back up.

-JACK: What's going on?
-Japs in the camp are rioting.

They say a whole bunch of them
have been shot. It's a mess down there.

Okay, sir.
Back it up. Try again tomorrow.

(men yelling in Japanese)

I heard guns.
I definitely heard guns.

(coughing)

I think I saw tanks.

They were trucks.
Tanks have guns sticking out, stupid.

I know what a tank looks like.

Charlie will be okay, Mama.

God willing.

Get away from the window.
There's nothing we can do.

I heard more guns.

I wish they'd stop that chanting.
It's kind of scary.

Charlie will be home soon, Mama.

Charlie would never get into any trouble.

That was before they took him
off of hamburgers.

Now, our all-American
has a rising sun tattooed on his backside.

He's changed, Mama.

(men chanting in Japanese continues)

No one changes inside.

(chanting in Japanese)

LILY (voice over): When they finally
opened the camp two days later,

your papa could come visit us.

We hadn't seen or heard from him
for seven whole months.

(all laughing)

Here's a little chair.

Chair.

So, was Charlie hurt bad?

No, he got hit
on the head with a rifle.

He's says he's okay, but they put him
in a camp hospital anyway.

More tea, Mama?

(Mrs. Kawamura speaking in Japanese)

That tea does terrible things
to my bladder.

Come on, Joyce.
Let's take Mama to the bathroom.

It's a long walk.

I don't care.
Get your coat on. You're coming.

Mini, you wanna come too?

Jack, don't go
before you say good-bye.

All right, Mom.
I'll be right here.

Thank you.

She'll be 22 minutes.

Twenty-two minutes?

Uh-huh. Mama looked all over the camp
to find a toilet that she liked,

that wasn't broken and had partitions,
and it's on the "K" block.

Takes her 11 minutes to walk there

and 11 minutes to walk back.

Why do you think
we gave her so much tea?

-And Frankie?
-School.

And your papa?

He's at the hospital with Charlie.

He sits there all day
in a chair next to his bed.

Neither of them will talk.

Why?

Because Charlie thinks that Papa gave
the F.B.I. information at Fort Lincoln.

Papa hates him for believing it.

So, we have 22 minutes?

-Twenty-two minutes.
-Mm-hmm.

-And then I have to get back to work.
-Mm. To work?

Mm-hmm.
Camouflage nets.

We make five nets
or work eight hours.

-Oh.
-For $14 a month.

Fourteen dollars a month?

(laughing) Don't fret.
Doctors only make 19 a month.

-Oh.
-Mm-hmm.

People say they've been giving us
army "K" rations with all that saltpeter

to reduce our sex drive.

JACK:
They have?

LILY:
It's not true.

(man singing in Japanese)

Bye, bye, Mini Mouse.
You gonna be okay?

MAN: Come on, fella.
We going, or what?

JACK:
Okay.

Come on, come on.
I got a schedule to keep.

MINI (voice over):
Did Papa get into trouble?

A little.

By the time he got back to Fairmont,
he was three days absent without leave.

But he was okay.

And Papa Kawamura?

He just wouldn't talk to anybody.

Why was he so unhappy?

Because every day
he was in America,

he talked of one day going home
to Wakayama a rich man.

But any money he'd had, he'd lose.

He'd lost his shirt so many times,
it never mattered to him.

"Shikata ga nai," he'd always say.

But once you lose your self-respect,

only then do you truly have nothing.

Poor Papa Kawamura.
He must have been so sad.

LILY (voice over): For a whole year,
he just dug away in his vegetable patch,

or he'd work on his chair.

When the chair was finished,
he just sat there for hours.

We all wanted so badly
to have a life here.

It's a beautiful country...

...if only you have eyes to see it.

But suddenly,
we all felt like a blind man

peeping through a fence.

DULCIE: I don't get it.
We all have to sign this thing?

LILY:
Everyone over 17.

-Read it again.
-"Answer yes or no. Number 27.

"Are you willing to serve
in the armed forces of the United States

on combat duty
whenever ordered?"

You have to go in the Army?

No. Answer no.

I don't wanna go in the Army.
It's bad enough they put us in here.

Wait. There's worse.

Lily, can I have a word
with you, please?

Your mother is not allowed to work.
She's a Japanese national.

We know that.

Then could you ask her to leave?

No. Why should she?
She's not getting paid. She's bored.

She has nothing else to do.
She's just sitting here with her family.

-Is there something wrong?
-No, Mama. (speaking in Japanese)

Sorry, it's the law.

The law?

Don't talk about the law.

What law protects
innocent American citizens

from being locked up for no crime?

Your mother cannot work. She's issei.
Foreign nationals cannot do war work.

-She is not working.
-Then ask her to leave.

(speaking in Japanese)

No, Mama, sit down.

She will not leave.
Why should she?

-Camp rules.
-Rules?

Camp rules.

Camp?

You call this a camp?
This is a goddamn outdoor jail!

"Number 28. Will you swear unqualified
allegiance to the United States of America

"and faithfully defend the United States

"from any or all attack
by foreign or domestic forces

"and forswear any form of allegiance
or obedience to the Japanese emperor,

or any other foreign government,
power, or organization?"

Answer yes or no.

MAMA:
But how can we do that?

We cannot be U.S. citizen.
It's against the law.

If we say yes,
we won't have any country.

So say no.

If we say no,

they'll keep you
in the camps forever.

If you say yes, you'll be in the Army
and shooting other Japanese.

Or end up being sent home
in a wooden kimono.

But we're Americans.

We stopped being Americans
the moment they put up the barbed wire.

We have to say yes, Mama.

Papa?

Charlie.

No. No.

What about you?

I'm gonna go in the Army.

MAN:
Hold it there, please. Papers.

Go ahead.

(squealing)

Joycie?

Jack!

Papa?

Mini? Mini!
Oh, Mini, Mini!

You're so big,
I didn't even recognize you.

-(laughs) Hi.
-Hi.

-Did you lose a tooth?
-Yeah.

You did? Where's Lily?
No one's home.

They're at the hospital.
Papa's sick.

Lily?

Jack!

Oh, Jack!

-You didn't tell me you had leave.
-It was sudden.

They're gonna
ship us out in a week.

Oh, where?

They won't tell us.

(coughing)

Mini, I'm gonna
take you home now, okay?

I'm gonna stay here
with your father awhile.

Okay.

(speaking in Japanese)

It's Jack, Mr. Kawamura.

I need your help, sir.

(coughing)

You see, I'm not here on leave.

I ran away from the Army.

God knows why, but I thought
if I could be here with all of you,

that maybe I could help.

But then when I came in
through those gates back there,

I realized I can't help,
not one little bit.

And I just know that...

...this whole terrible thing
that's happened is my fault.

The big part
and the little part.

But I just wanted to say that...

...even if you
don't wanna hear it...

...I love you all so much.

You go back.

I can't.

Go back.

I can't leave you all here.
I have to do something.

Just love Lily.
That's enough.

Papa.

You were married in Seattle?

Yes, sir.

Your wife is
Lily Yuriko Kawamura?

Yes, sir.

-And you were drafted May 11, 1942.
-Yes, sir.

You're in a whole lot of trouble, soldier.

Yes, sir. I know, sir.

Would you say you had
pro-Japanese sympathies?

Yes, sir.
I married one, sir.

The way the Army sees it, soldier,

you're either pro-Japanese
or pro-American.

There's no in-between.
Not anymore.

It's not like being a Red Sox fan
in a Pittsburgh-New York World Series.

My wife is
an American citizen, sir.

You think the camps are wrong?

Yes, sir, I do.

Well, for what it matters,
soldier, I agree with you.

It's like burning down Chicago
to get rid of the gangsters.

It's a god-awful mistake.

That scared people
fighting wars often make.

But there are also a lot of
apple-pie Americans out there

who wouldn't hate a soul
before all this,

who've got kids being slaughtered
by the Japanese Army.

Every day they hear about
another Japanese unit going banzai

and bayoneting women and kids.

Maybe locking your people away
is the best place for them.

It's unconstitutional.

They had their rights
taken away from them.

The nisei who were born here
are American citizens.

So are you, soldier,
and you went AWOL.

So, a lot of American kids
are dying instead of you.

How do you spell your name, McGann?

"M," small "C,"
G-A-N-N.

You ever spell it
"M," small "C," G-U-R-N?

Were you ever Jack McGurn?
Were you ever a member of the Local 306

of the New York Projectionists Union?

(sighs)
Yes, I was.

I think you're in
a lot of trouble, soldier.

MAN (in movie): Take him and his men
outside and shoot them.

MAN 2 (in movie):
Put these prisoners against the wall.

May I say it won't be necessary
to dispose of any of these other people.

MAN (in movie): My dear Mr. Moto,
their presence here involves them.

-(guns firing in movie)
-(men yelling in movie)

(Mr. Kawamura singing in Japanese)

MAMA: We had a cousin
who knew Papa's family in Wakayama.

She sent my picture to your papa.

(sighs)
With your papa,

it was one day
new shoes for everyone.

The next day, we sell the radio.

(chuckles) Once he bought me
a new coat in the morning,

and we had to sell it by suppertime.

All on the flip of a card.

Seven times down, eight times up.

But now, after all this,

for Papa,

it was seven times up,
eight times down.

(speaking in Japanese)

Sometimes it's better to die
than to give up on life.

Bye-bye!
What's this for?

In case you throw up.

Be sure to write Mama, okay?

LILY (voice over): Then it seemed
all we did was say good-bye.

Dulcie volunteered to help
with the sugar beet harvest in Idaho.

At least Dulcie was free...

...for a while.

LILY (voice over): Charlie was sent
to a special camp at Tulelake

with all the others who had answered "no"
on their loyalty questionnaires.

They were called the "No No Boys."

MAN:
Yeah!

(applauding and cheering)

-Bye, Frankie.
-Bye, Charlie.

Hey, Charlie.

Don't take any wooden nickels.

(vomiting)

(woman singing in Japanese)

Why are you throwing up, Dulcie?
You haven't even been on the bus.

LILY (voice over): Dulcie came back
from the Idaho sugar harvest

with a nice suntan, $60 pay,

and a baby inside of her.

Mama was furious.

(yelling in Japanese)

LILY (voice over): And then in December,
the Supreme Court ruled

that the camps were unconstitutional.

(speaking in Japanese)

Endo won his case.
They can't keep us here anymore.

We can go home.

(cheering)

LILY (voice over): It seemed that
all of our troubles were over.

Shikata ga nai.
We had gone through the worst.

We had lost everything we owned
and everything we loved.

It wasn't possible
to lose anything more.

But Mama says,
"A wasp always stings a crying face."

Because we also lost Harry.

It was our last winter in the camp...

...and our darkest.

(scrubbing)

(Mama crying)

(chattering in Japanese)

Thank-- Thank you.

Just wait, Frankie.

♪ I'll slave for you ♪

♪ I'll be a beggar
or a knave for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love
it will have to do ♪

♪ Until the real thing comes along ♪

LILY (voice over):
Charlie decided to repatriate to Japan.

There was a big exchange
for American prisoners of war.

Poor Charlie.

He had never been to Japan before.

He hardly spoke Japanese.

♪ With all the words, dear,
at my command ♪

HARRY:
♪ I just can't make you understand ♪

♪ I'll always love you, darling
come what may ♪

♪ My heart is yours
What more can I say? ♪

♪ I'd sigh for you
I'd die for you ♪

♪ I'd tear the stars down
from the sky for you ♪

♪ If that isn't love it will have to do ♪

♪ Until the real thing comes along ♪

♪ With all the words, dear,
at my command ♪

♪ I just can't make you understand ♪

♪ I'll always love you, darling,
come what may ♪

♪ My heart is yours ♪

LILY (voice over): We had no home
to go back to in Little Tokyo.

So we went to stay
with Mama Kawamura's cousin Sahoko

on the strawberry farm here in Florin.

LILY (voice over):
On August 6,

they dropped a bomb on Hiroshima.

It was a big bomb.

They called it the atomic bomb.

In nine tiny seconds,

200,000 people were killed.

It had to be the end.

No one could endure more.

(train whistle blowing)

Mama, it's the train.

Let's go.

(train bell ringing)

Watch your step.

Jack!

(sobbing)
Jack!

-How you doing?
-Okay.

♪ ♪