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NEW YORK

"J. Hayward"

OK?

Put on the jacket please.

HARLEM

Wait a minute, buddy.

Whatcha mean "former tenant"?

Where are you going, boy?

Where you get the money to buy them threads?

I'm getting out of this garbage shack.

Hey Johnny! Where are you going, boy?

Kiss me.

What you saying?

Kiss me, Mama. Hallelujah!

THE PROOF OF THE MAN

Kyoko...

KYOKO YASUGI'S FASHION SHOW

We've reached 42nd floor.

Thanks for waiting. We've reached 42nd floor.

Observation deck.

We've reached the top floor, sir.

Si-to-ha.

Take the elevator.

- Yes. - Okay.

- Is there a staircase here? -Yes.

Where?

- Miyatake, come here. - Yes.

Show the detective to the stairs.

This way please.

Excuse me.

It's a tough job being a detective.

Thank you...

Who's the victim?

His passport.

He's American.

Johnny Hayward.

Born on 28th October, 1950.

Mr. Detective, could we take a break?

We still have a long way to go.

Mr. Detective.

We need to wait for the autopsy to know the details.

Internal bleeding in the chest, he died from suffocation.

Mr. Detective, I can't take it.

I'm dying here.

I can't take it any more...

- Go and report that it's fine here. - Yes.

Wait, who are you?

Can't you see my badge?

Munesue from Kojimachi Police Station.

The victim's called Johnny Hayward, he's black.

Have you heard of this name?

No, and he's not one of the models.

Maybe he's a guest at the fashion show.

He said "Si-to-ha", and fell.

Si-to-ha?

Si-to-ha?

A man from New York called Johnny Hayward was murdered.

Do you girls happen to know him?

No...

His head was down, and he couldn't stand up straight.

I thought he was drunk.

Sorry, I didn't catch your name.

Takashi Niimi.

Where do you work, Mr. Niimi?

I'm a manager at Toyo Technology.

And this is?

My wife.

This should be the crime scene.

- Alright, let's split up and look. - Yes.

Check this out, Chief.

Isn't this a straw hat?

Hold on; 'straw hat'?...

The victim said "Si-to-ha" before he died,

maybe he meant 'straw hat'.

That's possible.

Si-to-ha, straw hat.

Are you sure?

The victim walked from here to the hotel.

It looks like a straw hat.

The victim was stabbed in the chest,

and things got hazy.

To him, that looks like a straw hat.

It's raining. Let's try to find any evidence

before the rain gets heavier.

- Hurry. - Yes.

Mr. Driver.

Please stop at the lights up ahead.

Sure.

It's raining, let me give you a lift home.

No.

What if someone spots us?

Naomi.

Naomi.

Idiot.

Mr. Driver, could you return there?

Hold tight, stupid.

"Naomi"

1 think we should express ourselves,

enjoy the fun in fashion.

Your designs have lots of charisma.

You think so? I'm just bold in the use of primary colours.

I heard you got inspiration from the pictures drawn

by your son when he was a child.

Yes. Children have a fresh outlook.

Today we've invited your son.

Welcome.

What do you think of your mother's designs?

I never expected her thinking to be so youthful.

Frankly, I'm a bit shocked.

Shocked?

Talking about shock, there was a murder last night,

when you were holding your fashion show.

You must be shocked.

Tsuyuki will now give us a full report.

The victim was Johnny Hayward,

he was born in New York in 1950.

This is his photograph.

He arrived in Japan on 24th April;

three days later it became his last night.

He was murdered at the Royal Hotel, Akasaka.

After being stabbed in the chest,

he walked from Shimizudani Park

to the 42nd Floor of the Royal Hotel.

Why would he do that?

According to sources, he couldn't forget about a straw hat.

This is the straw hat we found at Shimizudani Park.

The Royal Hotel

looks like a straw hat at night.

Also, before his death,

he said "Si-to-ha"

that's "straw hat".

At this point,

we are still not sure what was his connection with the straw hat.

The victim was holding another special item,

this is it.

But of course this is a copy,

it's "Yaso Saijo's Poem Collection"

published in 1947.

Hello, studio.

- I'm watching your show. - Yes.

I saw the victim last night at Shimizudani Park.

And your name is?

I work as a waiter at the Elsa café, Shinjuku.

- Get the cars ready. - Yes.

Move away...

I guess it was around seven, seven thirty.

We wanted to take a break at the park.

Hey! What's the matter? Leave us alone.

Si-to-ha.

We thought he was drunk.

Yes.

Did you see anyone else?

When we walked across the Benkei Bridge three minutes before

we saw a woman walking out of the park, getting into her car and driving away.

What kind of a woman?

Age and dress?

She was wearing an evening dress.

But it was too dark, I couldn't see properly.

What was the make of the car? License plate?

It was a white Crown.

I'm not sure about the license plate.

-You're home. - I'm home.

You're back.

Morning.

Kyohei, sit down.

You look serious, what's wrong?

Do you remember this vase?

Why did you take things from home

and sell them to the antique shops?

What's the difference between you and a thief?

Kyohei! You...

You can just tell me if you need money.

Why resort to such things?

What was that look?

Say what's on your mind.

Stand still, why do you always run?

That's why I said you're useless.

All you do is lecture me! I've had enough.

Kyohei.

If I was a thief,

then you must be a robber!

Politicians are robbers!

Even this vase, wasn't it a bribe from someone?

How can you be so rude to your father?

He's not qualified to be a father.

He has a bunch of mistresses and children outside,

why does he think he can lecture me?

Kyohei,

you shouldn't say that.

Mum, you're so put upon.

You know he is having an affair, but you still won't let go.

You're protecting yourself, I guess.

Kyohei, criticizing others

doesn't mean you are right.

Where's this bike from?

It's Katsu's. The papers.

Don't worry, there's no news about that.

I dropped your pocket watch on the road though.

Don't give me that look!

I panicked.

Hop on.

You're angry with your mother?

Shut up, hop on.

Where are we going?

To find the pocket watch,

before someone else does.

JUNKO BAR

Welcome.

What's wrong?

Naomi didn't come home last night.

Though she comes home late sometimes,

she's never spent the whole night away.

Naomi took a day off yesterday.

How's that possible?

Around 5 p.m. yesterday, she said she was going to work.

You tell him, Kimiko.

Yes, I remember.

She called around six,

saying she wasn't feeling well, and needed a day off.

I took the call.

Welcome...

Naomi said these were gifts from a client.

Which client?

I'm not sure about her relationship with the clients outside work.

You would know.

Who's the client Naomi is especially close with?

Especially close... I guess not.

What do you think, Mamasan?

Yes, Naomi is a decent woman.

She's always been very proper at work.

That's right.

Mamasan.

I'm Naomi's husband.

Your investigation reports on the victim's belongings.

Kusaba, you first.

Yes.

About the murder weapon,

an Arrow brand fruit knife,

three thousand were produced in 1976.

As for the straw hat,

we know it was made in Japan.

But we haven't found out who the manufacturer was.

It was probably made in the 20's of the Showa era.

And one more item,

Yaso Saijio's collected poems,

also from around the same time as the straw hat,

it was published in 1947.

It's out of print.

End of report.

A piece of updated news regarding the straw hat.

The customs officer at Haneda Airport clearly remembered that

he brought the straw hat within a black box.

They were curious as to why the victim was so careful with such an old hat.

It's likely that he brought the book over from America too.

But we still don't know why he brought over these things.

Report to me right away,

should you find anything regarding the hat and the book.

As for the white Crown,

there were 300,000 of those manufactured.

I'm afraid it will be hard to find out who the owner is.

I plan to set up signs in the area

asking locals to provide

information regarding the woman and the car.

The victim is not on the list of drug addicts.

And I've talked to some drug addicts and users,

no more news for now.

I'll keep looking into things,

and check if it has anything to do with the Yakuza.

End of report.

- Yamaji. - Here.

Report the news from Interpol.

Yes.

Johnny Hayward.

Born on 28th October, 1950

In New York, at No. 113, West 125th Street.

His father is Wilshire Hayward,

born in 1925, age - 52 years.

Mother was Teresa Nord,

she died in 1960.

His current address is No. 167, East 123rd Street.

That's all.

What a terrible report.

To them,

a black guy is nothing!

May I help you?

Oh it's you. Man why don't you stay out of my store and stop bugging me all...

Shut up, motherfucker!

Who's that in the phone booth over there?

I don't know nobody in there.

Get out of here you white motherfucker.

Alright, take it easy, take it easy.

Keep your hands where I can see them, both of you.

I'll shoot both of your balls off.

Hey!

White motherfucker...

Right, hold! Police!

Hey man I got my hands up! I got my hands up!

Hey, man, I got my hands up. I got my hands up, dude!

Hey bro, hey. Hey!

You honky motherfucker!

Alright easy, Detective Ken Shuftan, 27th Precinct.

27TH PRECINCT

What the hell are you doing here?

Why?

Well seeing as you're here, come with me, I want to give you something.

Interpol needs help in our territory.

The investigation for the Japanese police department

seems some black dude from Harlem went over there and somebody stuck a knife in him.

Where?

In the stomach, in the ba...

What difference does it make where?

I mean where did it happen?

Oh, err, in Tokyo.

Captain, get somebody else for this one, will ya?

Who? Who the hell else can I spare?

City Hall makes any more cuts, and I'll be out on the streets again myself.

Come on, Ken, what's the problem? It's right on your beat.

Find out everything you can.

All they want to know is what he was doing over there.

It's up to them to find out who killed him.

Alright, alright, alright, I know how you feel.

If it was up to me I wouldn't raise a finger to help them, the bastards.

I lost a brother at Pearl Harbour.

Here. What can you do about it?

You live here?

What's it to you?

Answer the question.

You know a brother named John Hayward?

I'm talking to you, you little bastard.

Take your hands off me motherfucker! I ain't done nothing to you.

Get fucked man.

Wha..what he want?

Who's that?

Police officer. I'm looking for Mario, the Super.

I'm Mario.

Detective Shuftan, 27th Precinct.

Just wanna ask you a couple of questions,

you got a guy named Hayward living here?

Two flights up on the right in the back,

but he ain't been around in 2 or 3 weeks.

Where did he go?

How should I know?

What am I supposed to do keep a diary 'bout everybody lives here?

Look, can I come in for a couple of minutes, I won't take up much of your time.

Your tenant's dead.

How?

Somebody killed him... in Japan.

Japan?

Do you have any idea what he was doing over there?

He was a nice kid.

I mean he was clean, had a job down the garment centre. He wasn't...

Was he dealing'?

No... well round here you never know, but I don't think so.

He didn't tell you where he was going when he left here, did he?

"Kiss me."

How's that?

Kiss me... he said he was going to kiss me.

Leastways that's what I thought he said.

Probably some place in err...

Ohio or somewhere.

If it's a person's name,

it could be written out in Kanji like this.

But there isn't a place called "Kiss Me" in Japan.

I've listed all the names with similar pronunciation.

Chiba's Kuzumi,

Kyoto's Kuzumi, Osaka's Kizuri,

Ehime's Kisuki,

Shimane's Kisuki,

Yamaguchi's Kishi, six places.

Don't make any mistakes, we only have two weeks left.

Got it.

Sensei, the young master's here.

What are you doing here?

You gave me a pocket watch for my birthday last year.

The one with music as an alarm?

Where did you buy it?

- I want to buy another one. - You're here because of that?

Sensei, a call for you.

Be right there.

Can we talk at home? I don't have time.

I'm running out of time.

I made a ten minute break.

Welcome.

- Coffee. - Right.

What's wrong, Kyohei?

Give me five hundred thousand.

Just five hundred thousand.

What do you need all that cash for?

I'll give you the money if you have a good reason.

Tell me the truth.

"Why?", "What for?", "Explain it..."

Can't you say anything but that?

I can't tell you why,

but I need the five hundred thousand.

My life depends on it.

I beg you, mum.

Is five hundred thousand enough?

I'm Niimi.

I'm Oyamada.

You're a cop, I hear? What can I do for you?

Return my wife to me.

I'm Naomi's husband.

I know you two are having an affair.

What nonsense are you talking about?

You lied to me about being a cop.

I don't have time for this.

You checked into a love hotel with my wife,

under the fake name Kawamura.

Or should I ask the receptionist at the hotel to come forward?

If you honestly acknowledge and apologise for your fault...

I also don't want to blow this up.

Frankly... I can't believe it.

Earlier, we'd contact each other once a day.

Since that day...

it's already been half a month,

and no news from Naomi.

I thought you'd found out about us,

and locked Naomi away at home.

Then...

you're saying that the owner

of this pocket watch killed my wife?

We must find this person.

I'm wondering if you can do something about that pocket watch?

I want to give one as a wedding present for my friend.

That's impossible.

I bought only four from Europe.

It is so very rare

I kept one for myself, just the one

In that case, sell me yours.

No, I really like it.

My mum bought it for ¥350,000,

I'll pay you ¥500,000 now.

Sell me it.

Sorry, please forgive me.

Who's there?

It's Detective Shuftan again, Mario.

I wonder if you could do me a favour.

I'd like to take a look up there in Hayward's apartment.

You got a warrant?

Well, no... but uh...

By the way we checked the morgue and missing persons,

are you sure the father's dead?

Mister I ain't sure about nothin' these days except the pain in my legs

from holding these bones up.

Now if you find him walkin' 'n' talkin' that about tells you something.

I don't know.

Johnny's got some rich friends.

Not that he brung round here.

Lionel Adams.

5th Avenue... that's an expensive address.

Would you mind waiting a few moments please?

No... no.

Shirley, full stop.

Why don't you type those things up... and finish later?

And Nancy would you take these dishes please.

Mr. Shuftan.

Mr. Adams I won't take up much of your time.

You know a man named John Hayward?

No.

Never heard of him?

Uh uh.

Black man.

Was he an older man?

No, he's young. About 22, 23.

Look, Mister... Shouftan...

Shuftan.

A couple of weeks ago my chauffeur was on vacation,

and I was driving my own car.

As I was coming up Madison Avenue,

somewhere in the 40s I stopped for a red light.

Light changed, I started forward and suddenly

this body was in front of my car, elderly black man.

I tried to brake but I couldn't. I hit him.

Just between you and me

I think he deliberately threw himself in front of the car.

You know people'll do that. They...

...See an expensive car coming up the street and

they let themselves get hit to collect damages.

Was he hurt badly?

No not really, he complained of some head pains.

But I think it was mostly to up the ante.

The ante?

I gave him six thousand dollars.

You paid the money to him?

No, I gave it to his son.

Now think carefully. Was his name Hayward?

Was it Willy Hayward?

Yes it was, it was Hayward.

Johnny's father

made money to send his son to Japan,

getting it from the car incident?

You could say that.

But why?

Why send his son to Japan?

Chief, what did Willy say?

Unfortunately, Willy is unaccounted for.

He was in hospital after the accident.

But he's been missing since being notified of Johnny's death in Japan.

That's annoying.

Probably Willy knows

why his son got killed.

But he doesn't want people to know.

That's why he's been hiding.

Munesue, stop speculating,

let's hear out New York police's report first.

Willy Hayward was in Japan,

between February 1946 and September 1949,

He served at the Yokosuka U.S. Base

during those three years and seven months.

That's around the same time as the straw hat and the book were produced.

Agreed, Munesue's speculations might not be 100% correct.

However, the victim may have come here

to find his dad's old acquaintances in Japan.

He wasn't born then,

but he brought the straw hat and the book of poems,

to prove that he's Willy's son.

He sacrificed himself

in order to send his son over.

Let go!

- Welcome home. - Welcome home.

I'm home.

- No electricity? - Yes.

Where's the master?

He's attending an overnight policy meeting.

- Really? Wake me up tomorrow at 7. -Yes, madam.

Go to sleep.

Yes. Good night, madam.

Good night, madam.

Kyohei, what's wrong?

Nothing, I fell out of bed.

Kyohei, what's bothering you?

Money problems?

Five hundred thousand isn't enough?

I... killed someone.

A hit and run.

What? How?

I was scared.

Didn't know what to do.

I dumped the body in the ocean.

Why didn't you tell me then?

I could find a scapegoat.

Or your dad could take care of it.

You don't know anything.

It's not something you can solve

by finding a scapegoat

or by telling dad to take care of it.

You don't understand my pain.

I'm turning myself in, I want to be jailed.

Even so, can you, by that, make the dead come to life again?

Killing is wrong,

and dumping the body in the ocean, totally immoral.

But you've done it.

You must be responsible till the end.

If you're saying about turning yourself in for jail time,

why didn't you do so back then?

You're a sinner, you killed and dumped the body.

You must personify a sinner,

carrying the pain with you your whole life.

That's the way to be responsible.

If you think your sins would be forgiven

by going to jail, you're being too naive.

All you do is lecture.

You've already said that,

I'm low.

That's right.

My life is full of humiliation.

30 years ago,

everyone was trying to survive in the chaos after the war.

I met your dad at that time.

He worked his way up from scratch.

He built his company and you were born.

And...

When your dad first got elected,

I thought finally I'm going to have some good days.

But then he started to have his affairs.

I wanted to leave, but couldn't.

You were still young then,

I had no skills.

That's why I started to study fashion design,

for my future;

to take you away with me.

Now we have an opportunity.

Your dad doesn't need us any more,

and neither do we need him.

But I need you.

I could only last till this moment because of you.

Go to New York!

I've rented a shop on 5th Avenue.

Wait for me there.

Kyohei, I know you're suffering.

To live with your sins,

is the only way to prove how tough you are.

Go to New York!

Start your new life there.

JFK AIRPORT

Where are we heading?

The Hilton Hotel.

KOJIMACHI POLICE STATION

Mr. Detective.

How's your wife?

I'm here to talk to you about that.

Really? Come in.

She's been killed?

Her blood type is the same as that of the blood remaining on this watch.

Look at this watch,

there were only four imported into Japan.

- Have a seat. - Sure.

The shop owner kept one for himself.

One is with the mamasan of the Junko Bar.

One was bought by TV star Johnny Okamoto.

And Kyoko Yasugi bought one for her son. This has to be that one.

Her son showed up at the shop recently,

bugging the owner to sell him his.

I think we have enough proof here.

I'm afraid not.

Why not?

It'd be different if we could trace Naomi's body.

She could still be alive.

If that was so, she'd have contacted me.

Here.

I understand.

I could be fired if we screw up.

His dad is a member of Parliament,

and his mum a famous fashion designer.

What can be done working alone?

If you refuse this job... Oyamada, I'll go.

Hey!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Welcome.

You want to see me about something?

Sorry to bother you,

have you...

Have you seen this?

It's the same as the one I bought for Kyohei.

Does he carry it with him?

Yes, always.

Could we meet him?

He's in New York.

I have sent him to study there.

What is this about?

A hit and run.

The only clue left at the scene is this watch.

Does your son really still have it?

But when was the accident?

The day you held your fashion show

at the Royal Hotel.

If it was on that day,

Kyohei stayed with me the whole time.

We worked till late, and went for pasta.

You could call him in New York.

Madam...

Good day.

What's wrong, Munesue?

Kyoko Yasugi.

I didn't expect to see her again here.

Do you know her?

Spring, 1949.

I saw her at Shinbashi market.

Help!

My dad was beaten up badly, he died the next day.

My dad died to save her.

Sumiko, another bottle.

Sold out today.

You shouldn't drink so much.

Why don't you worry about yourself?

You're getting old.

I'm fine.

Welcome.

His poems are somewhat sentimental.

But it's still not fair to compare his poems

with texts written by him for songs.

Yaso Seizo is a pioneer, he was the first to introduce

French symbolism into Japanese poetry.

In my opinion, he is too emotional.

What's wrong with that?

- My regular drink. - Sure.

- Heat up a bottle of sake. - Sure.

You have to be a bit sentimental, to evaluate it!

I like Yaso Saijo.

Welcome.

"Mama, do you remember my straw hat?

"Yes, the one that fell into the valley that summer,

"on our way from Usui to Kirizumi."

Mama, do you remember my straw hat?

Yes, the one that fell into the valley that summer,

on our way from Usui to Kirizumi.

Mama, it was my favourite hat.

I was so sorry to see it blown away.

I don't know poetry.

But I'm certain

that there's a connection between this poem, the straw hat and the book.

No doubt about that.

And here's the proof.

You can find the words spoken by the victim in this poem.

Kiss me, that is... Kirizumi.

Kiss me and Kirizumi?

That doesn't work..

I asked a professor in European phonetics about this.

He clarified that in Spanish phonetics,

the 'r' is emphasized.

To hide his Spanish roots,

he wouldn't pronounce the 'r'.

And so pronouncing 'Si-to-ha' instead of 'Straw Hat'

and "Kiss me" as Kirizumi.

Johnny Hayward is from East Harlem,

the ghetto where many Spaniards live.

Not only that,

Munesue has found out one interesting point.

- Go on. -Yes.

I'm not familiar with the poem's interpretation.

But you all know that

the poem is about a memory of a lost straw hat.

From that,

remembering the mother who's not here now,

Johnny's father, Willy...

sent his son here regardless of any cost.

Why did Johnny carry

the book of poems and straw hat?

To show that he cares about his mother.

From all this,

I think that

his death might have something to do with his mother.

But his mother has died.

On paper, yes.

What do you mean?

In order to know more,

we must make a trip to Kirizumi.

I saw many foreigners after the war,

but no black men.

Tane might know.

Yeah, she might.

That's true.

When you came here,

did you see the dam on the way?

Yes.

Tane lives up there on her own.

Her grand daughter is helping out here. Shizue.

Sorry.

Your food is here, you must be starving.

This is Shizue.

I'm Shizue.

Does your grandma still remember the past?

Yes, she remembers the past clearly.

Has this person been here recently?

Have you seen him?

A black man?

Never.

But grandma mentioned it.

When?

She mentioned something about when the war was just over.

A black soldier took his wife and kid here for the hot spring.

I want to meet your grandma.

Here it is.

I'm home.

Grandma?

Grandma!?

She's probably in the kitchen.

She had a guest, let me check outside.

- Thanks. - Not at all.

Grandma?

Grandma!?

Shizue!... Shizue.

Officer!

I brought them.

Grandma.

Grandma!... Grandma!

- Grandma!!! - A murder?

Who are you?

We came to see Tane.

Was she murdered?

I guess so.

She fell off the bridge.

Or someone pushed her...

The old lady knew who those three are.

Hence it can be deduced that this is clearly a murder.

The Killer doesn't want the identities of the family to be revealed.

So you mean to say the killer knew that

we'd go to Kirizumi because of the hat and the book?

- Racing against us? - Yes.

The same person killed

Johnny and Tane.

Chief, you once said that

Johnny might have come to Japan to see someone.

Judging from how he cherished the book of poems,

maybe he was looking for his birth mother.

Impossible.

Willy went back to the U.S. in 1949, and married Teresa.

Johnny was born the year after.

What if the birth data is fake?

You're saying that he was born in Japan?

That's right.

From his skin colour,

he looked like a child of mixed race parents.

I've heard that you can't trust the birth registry in Harlem.

Enough of this.

What else do we know about Tane?

She was from Fukushima Prefecture.

Grandma!... Grandma!

Grandma, what have you done?

Detectives from Tokyo have come for you.

You must be Ms. Omuro.

I'd like to ask you about your cousin Tane Nakayama.

Grandma!

Anything about your cousin.

Please tell us everything you remember.

I don't remember a thing.

You're getting forgetful again.

Didn't you receive a letter from Great Aunt?

A letter?

What was in it?

I forget.

Do you still have the letter?

I threw it away.

Your cousin was murdered.

It's true.

We're trying to track the killer down.

What did she write?

She said she knew

who Killed that black man in Tokyo.

Who was the murderer?

Who the killer was...

she didn't write down.

- Have some tea. - Thanks.

Here.

And then?

My late husband and I

fled to Manchuria.

Really!? Wow! That's impressive, Grandma!

When the war was over,

I didn't have the courage to come back.

We looked up my cousin in Yokosuka.

What was she doing then?

She'd opened a bar serving the U.S. Troops.

Do you remember the bar's name?

No.

Smoke, madam?

We stayed at the bar for half a year.

The folks back home forgave us,

and we came back.

And your cousin. What about her?

She closed the bar

after a year.

She went to Kirizumi.

Do you still remember the names of the girls

who worked in the bar?

I forget.

Just the surname, or even a nickname will do. Please try to remember.

There was one girl from our hometown.

Please, enough, stop asking.

We won't give you any trouble.

We were just trying to make some money to survive.

It was the same for everyone.

I lived on the street too,

begged for food.

She's called Kyoko Yasugi.

- Brenda No.7. - Yes.

- Matilda No.8. -Yes.

Welcome...

Madam Yasugi.

Ah. You're the detectives from last time.

I'd like to ask you about something.

Can we do this another time?

I need to go to my husband's party reception for his campaign.

It will only take ten minutes.

The Prime Minister will be there, I can't be late.

Walk with me?

What car did you drive on 27th April?

The day of my fashion show?

My Porsche was in the shop,

I borrowed a car to use.

What make?

A white Crown.

You drove to Shimizudani Park

around 7:15 p.m.

What did you do there?

I was busy with the fashion show,

I couldn't have gone to the park.

Is that so?

You disappeared from the hall

between 7:10 and 7:30.

I wasn't feeling well.

I went to the clinic at the hotel's basement for an injection.

The doctor said you didn't get an injection.

You left with your medicine.

It should taken you only five minutes to return.

I stayed a while in the rest room.

Kyohei was with me the whole time,

you can ask him.

Madam. You went to the park.

You killed Johnny there.

Johnny?

Who's Johnny?

Although he was stabbed in the chest,

he still followed you to the 42nd floor.

You mean that black guy?

Why would I kill him?

Because he's your son.

Sorry?

You've got a vivid imagination.

You should be a novelist.

I'm not done yet, madam.

You worked in a bar serving U.S. Troops.

Soon after the war,

you were hassled by a bunch of soldiers in Shinbashi.

A man got beaten to death by the U.S. Soldiers

while he was trying to save you.

Do you remember?

He was my father.

You didn't help him, you only tried to get out of there.

For status and fame you killed your son, who was born to you 30 years ago.

Right?

Are you kidding me?

You're a detective.

If you make things sound like the tabloids,

you heed proof.

Do you have any?

Madam! You went to Kirizumi

on May 20th?

Kirizumi?

Where's that?

You know Tane Nakayama.

No.

That's strange, aren't you from Sawara?

Yes.

There's a Kyoko Yasugi from Sawara who worked

in the bar opened by Nakayama in Yokosuka.

Someone could prove that.

Have you been to Sawara?

There are dozens of Yasugi families.

I know at least three women by the name of Kyoko Yasugi.

It's late now.

Stop bothering me.

Aren't you done yet?

Mama, do you remember my straw hat?

Yes, the one that fell into the valley that summer,

on our way from Usui to Kirizumi.

Out of my way!

Who told you to approach her oh your own?

Questioning the suspect without proof,

and you call yourselves detectives?

Sorry. But Kyoko Yasugi is a suspect.

Even so, you must find proof.

Could I go to New York?

I want to find the proof myself.

To prove who was Johnny's birth mother.

Her son, Kyohei...

has fled to New York after the hit and run.

If we can get him to talk,

Kyoko would have no alibi

for those twenty minutes she was away from the show.

Very well, and Yoko,

check out what Kyoko Yasugi was up to when Nakayama was murdered.

And her past... thirty years ago.

Keep a low profile.

- Yes. - Thanks, Chief.

Take a look. Isn't if fascinating. Take a look...

What's wrong?

Excuse me.

Yeah?

I want to see Captain O'Brien.

Yeah?

I'm Detective Munesue, Tokyo Police.

You wait here, I'll be right back.

You're getting old.

I knew a time when you never missed a target.

My inspiration was all you Captain. The target was your belly.

I just pictured the delicate features of your belly button and the gun just seems...

Alright, alright... let me have the gun.

That's what I... That's what I've been trying to tell you for years.

You're work at cop work SO you're a cop.

I work at paperwork.

- So I'm the Captain. - That's political algebra.

You know promotion in the police department

works in inverse proportion to the amount of

police work that's actually accomplished.

You know I'm beginning to comprehend Captain.

Don't tell anybody that I'm clueing you in on this.

Because if you do we'll have a lot of promotion happy cops

around the precinct and what the hell's gonna happen to me?

Captain I wanna tell ya how truly and humbly I appreciate

your coming all the way out here to tell me this.

Wait a minute, wai-on... come here, come here, come here.

I got an Oriental surprise for you. Come on.

What did you say your name was again?

Munesue.

This is Lieutenant Munesue from the Tokyo department.

He's here to help you find out some more stuff

on this Hayward kid that went over there to get shafted.

He's here to help me find out what?

Heh heh. Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate it.

Well I'm gonna leave you two to get chummy. I'll see you, Ken.

This your first time in the United States?

Yes.

May I smoke?

Yeah, go ahead.

What's the matter, ya need a match?

No, thanks.

Sure is a nice day today.

I dunno what the hell you expect to find out. I really don't.

It's the maaaan.

I know it 'cuz I smell it.

It's the maaaan.

I was in here a couple of weeks ago and

I asked you about a guy named Johnny Hayward.

It's the maaaan.

I know it 'cuz I smell it.

It's the maaaan.

This Johnny Hayward he's got a father named Willy.

Does Willy ever come in here?

I told you once and I'm gonna tell you again.

I don't know nobody you want. You hear what I say?

You son of a bitch you know what I'm asking about.

What are you being so hard ass for?

Now what you gonna call them names for?

When I'm talking to you, you'll smell my breath.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Why you no force them to talk?

Are you out of your mind?

I can force them to.

Hey, hey... wait a second, pal. We ain't in Tokyo,

we got laws here against that kind of shit.

I ain't got no more time to waste with you. Ya hear?

This is the third time you've been here and

people on the block are starting to stare me down.

So leave me alone, will ya? Come on take off, huh!

Well never mind, you can stay at my place.

It ain't much but at least you won't have to share the bed with fleas.

Make yourself at home. Everything I have is yours.

Look if you'd like to wash up or anything,

just go through that door into the next room, it's in the back.

Oh. No thanks. I will go now.

What do you mean?

I go to hotel better. I would like to be alone.

Alright, alright.

Across the street there's a transit hotel. It's both clean and cheap.

Yeah Anna. Anna this is Ken Shuftan across the street.

Now listen to me, there's a Japanese guy, a tall Japanese guy,

he's coming in there any minute now. I want you to give him a room.

And if he goes out at anytime,

anytime at all...

I want you to call me.

I'll be home.

Come, dance.

Not in the mood.

Come on.

Dance on your own.

Come on.

Leave me alone.

Hey, hey, hey. What's happening?

Look here.

I got what you want.

Just follow me over there to the exit and errrm get together.

OK.

I went through a lot of trouble to get this for you. You understand? It wasn't easy.

I don't do this for everybody.

This one is nice.

Hey! Watch it.

It's real.

How much?

These are beautiful guns, they're clean, no ID marks,

weren't taken off a cop or anything like that.

How much?

Yeah.

Uhuh.

What time?

Oh shit.

Cut that shit out, he's the man.

Don't mean shit to me who he is.

I'll teach this motherfucker to come in here and grab me.

Get out of the way!

You bastard!

That's enough, that's enough.

Go back Munesue. You ain't gonna find anything here.

No.

Go back!

If I go back with nothing, I lose all.

If there's nothing to find, you ain't gonna find nothing.

I want to find the real birthday of Johnny.

What?

Because of his skin colour,

I suspect that Johnny is not the son of Willy and Teresa.

I think that Johnny get a Japanese mother.

He's a G.I. Baby?

You know, you've been to Japan.

Had fun with Japanese girls.

Give me another cup of coffee.

Johnny went to see his real mother in Japan.

You mean Willy threw himself under the car

in order for Johnny to get the money to make the trip?

Right. They probably hated Harlem.

And kept memory of Japan and Japanese mother.

How could anybody hate Harlem?

However the beautiful mother was dirty.

She was not beautiful at all.

I think she killed Johnny.

You questioned her?

Yes, we asked if she had a birth son in America.

She absolutely refused to say yes.

That's why... very important we find the father.

Then we have connection, then we prosecute for murder.

You know, wait a minute.

There's a woman that lives in Harlem, Japanese woman.

She's some kind of a photographer or something.

Do you know this man?

Johnny, right? Willy's son.

Willy Hayward?

Yeah.

We're looking for this man Willy, do you think you could help us find him?

Why, did he do anything wrong?

Frankly speaking, Johnny was Killed in Japan.

Johnny? How come?

I don't know.

I need to find Willy, can you help?

They used to come sometimes to talk

just talk,

and brought me little present of Japanese plum wine.

...and...

Johnny always wanted to study Japanese.

Here are the two Haywards.

You were right Munesue. Johnny was born in Japan.

You got any plum wine?

Any of what?

Plum wine, Japanese plum wine.

Now who the hell would I ever sell that kind of shit to?

You sell this stuff?

Never heard of it.

Gentlemen.

Looking for some of this.

Then you came to the right place, I got it.

Errr sell me a bottle, will ya?

I'm the only place around here that's got it too.

Well then, you must know Willy Hayward, don't you?

Who?

Willy Hayward, he buys this stuff all the time.

Willy Hayward.

Oh yeah. Old Willy Hayward, huh!

Junkies.

Are you Willy Hayward?

Your son Johnny was killed in Japan.

Look I'm sorry to tell you this way.

You got any idea why he would've been killed?

You got the money for him to go, the six thousand dollars from Adams,

you wanted him to go, right?

Why?

You sent him to see his mother?

Willy we're trying to help you.

Don't you want your son's killer brought to justice?

Her name Kyoko, right?

Was Kyoko Johnny's mother? Can you confirm that for us?

You remember this one?

Mama, do you remember my straw hat?

Yes, the one that fell into the valley that summer,

on our way from Usui to Kirizumi.

Mama, that's my favourite hat.

Do you honestly think that you can survive as a designer,

after we get a divorce?

I know that you've helped me on the side

to become who I am today.

But even if this was revealed,

I guess it wouldn't hurt you.

I want to test my abilities,

I've entered the fashion designers competition.

The result will be out the day after tomorrow.

I can determine who the winner is by one phone call.

I know that.

But I don't really

care about winning any more.

I've rented a shop in New York.

Even without an award,

I think, together, Kyohei and I can manage.

I won't stop you if you insist on a divorce.

But, Kyohei is my heir.

He's useless, but he's still my son.

Please give up on Kyohei.

How could 1?

He ran over someone and dumped the body in the sea.

What?

That's why I sent him to New York.

How could that happen?

Even by using your political power,

you can't save him.

I'm going to start a new life with him.

We won't bother you

even if we must starve to death.

I bought a piece of land under your name in Hawaii.

Take the title deed of the land with you.

Hello.

765 room key.

- This came for you. - Thank you.

"Murderer"

You must be Kyohei Kouri.

I'm Detective Munesue of Kojimachi Police Station.

You want to shoot?

Stop.

Back, get back. Stay back.

Don't do anything stupid.

Kyohei.

Stay back, or I'll shoot her.

Do you think that you can run?

Don't come near me, asshole.

Kyohei.

Freeze, Kyohei.

Stop! Police!

Idiot! You call yourself a man?

How many more Japanese must you Kill?

There is a dead woman here! There is a dead woman here!

To my Japanese partner.

We say 'cheers' in America, what do you say in Japan?

We say "kanpai."

Kanpai!

You know you two got along pretty well together.

Ken is one of the best men in our department.

Yes, I know.

Ken, bad news. No promotion on this one...

Why don't you surprise me with something.

By the way, what time's your plane leaving?

Noon tomorrow.

Gonna take him out to the airport?

Yeah, him and his girlfriend.

Well seeing as now we got a couple days off do you want to go fishing?

The last time I went fishing with you...

Hey buddy, whatcha doing?

What the hell's he doing?

Next, we move on to the announcement of the awards.

The 1977 Japan Fashion Design Competition, Gold Award...

"Fantasy in Blue".

Designer Mary Tachibana.

Miss Mary Tachibana.

By the decision of the selection committee

to present to you the New Designer Gold Award,

as selected for the 7th Japan Design Award.

Here's your award, a certificate of confirmation will follow.

Could you step outside for a little while?

Wait till the ceremony is over.

Your son, Kyohei... is dead.

Where did he die?

New York.

He continued with his mistakes, and was shot by the police.

And now... the overall winner,

the 1977 Fashion Design Award,

at her début,

designer Kyoko Yasugi.

Sensei, sensei!

Miss Kyoko Yasugi.

The Japan Design Award selection committee selects

your exhibition

for the the 7th Japan Design Award.

Your award.

Your speech as the winner.

My son... is dead.

It was my fault.

He was my purpose in life.

The only one...

I'd do anything to protect that child.

Anything.

He was my 'straw hat'.

Mum, do you remember that straw hat of mine?

Yes, the one that fell into the valley that summer

on our way from Usui to Kirizumi.

I have already lost one hat,

so I just didn't want to lose another straw hat.

Mum, it was my favourite hat.

I was heartsick at that time.

However...

Suddenly the wind was blowing.

Mama... mama...

That Kid... was looking for the straw hat,

the real straw hat.

I don't care about money.

I've plenty.

You don't know nothing.

Mama, do you hate me?

I love you of course.

But I can't do anything.

It's only going to make things worse if you stay here.

Go back, I beg you.

Mama, do you remember this?

Remember that young herbal medicine vendor, once on the other side,

who walked towards us?

How hard he tried to retrieve my hat!

But it was no good in the end...

But it was no good in the end.

That lost hat,

will never return.

Who gave me life?

My mama and my black father.

Look at me.

Mama, if you hate me,

why did you give birth to me?

Why?

Mum, you're so put upon.

Mum, what happened to that hat?

The lilies, blooming all around it,

must have withered by now.

And in autumn,

a grey mist on that cliff-face.

Under the stars

the grasshopper may have sung every night.

Mama.

Mama, do you hate me so much?

Straw hat... Mama.

Everyone has a favourite straw hat.

But, to survive,

you may have to lose that straw hat.

The lost hat,

won't ever come back.

I'll give this back to you.

I don't need it.

I just want my child.

I want my child to come back.

Should we arrest her?

Quick.

The incident in Shinbashi happened

after they went to Kirizumi.

She tried to help your father.

Step aside.

Hurry up.

Don't!

Let me go!

Mama.

Mama. Mama.

Mama. Mama.

That's when she met Yohei Kouri.

Yohei built his company

from the money he made on the black market.

You killed Johnny Hayward,

and Tane Nakayama.

I'm arresting you for murder.

Mama,

Do you remember

The old straw hat you gave to me

I lost that long ago

Flew to the foggy canyon

Yeah, Mama,

! wonder

What happened to that old straw hat

Falling down the mountain side

Out of my reach, like your heart

Suddenly the wind came up

Stealing my hat from me yeah

Swirling whirling gusts of wind

Blowing it higher away

Mama,

That old straw hat was the only one

I really loved

But we lost it,

No one could bring it back

Like the life you gave me

You want to see me, Captain?

Yep.

Hayward's effects just came back from Tokyo.

Hey it's not very much.

I think you ought to get 'em over to his old man as soon as possible.

OK. Take them over the first thing in the morning.

Ken... here.

By the way Captain, was Munesue right? Was it the mother?

Yeah. Jesus how about that. The mother knifing her own son.

She committed suicide too. Did I tell you that?

No.

Yeah last week, she jumped off a cliff in Kirizumi.

No shit!

Japanese lover.

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