Original subtitles

[upbeat jazz music]

♪ ♪

‐ Oh, God.

WAITER: You can't put that there.

‐ Oh, where can I put it, then?

WAITER: I've got waiters coming in and out.

Just somewhere not in the way.

‐ [sighs]

FRED: One, two, a‐one, two, one, two.

[jazz music playing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

♪ ♪

[Bikini Kill's "Demirep"]

SINGER: ♪ I, I am hiding ♪

♪ The you I show to you is just a lie ♪

♪ You take what you want, you get what you take ♪

♪ Lie ♪ ‐ ♪ High, high, high ♪

‐ Maya! Are you ready?

Come on, let's go!

‐ Wait, Mom, you're making onigiri?

‐ Yeah. ‐ No, I want a turkey sandwich.

‐ Oh, go get dressed.

Go get dressed. You'll catch cold.

‐ Okay, but can you make a turkey sandwich?

‐ I will.

SHUJI: Mom!

Can you help me find my HitClip?

I can't find it! Mom, come on!

‐ Ah. [winces]

Okay! Coming.

I last saw it in the living room.

MAYA: I have it!

SHUJI: Give it back! MAYA: ♪ I have it ♪

♪ I love this song ♪

‐ Maya, give it back! ‐ ♪ Za‐la‐la‐la‐la‐‐ ♪

MAYA: Stop! Shuji! ‐ Shuji, stop!

‐ Just 'cause we're half‐siblings doesn't mean

you get to keep half my stuff!

‐ Don't say that! We're brother‐sister, you‐‐

‐ Shuji, stop it! ‐ No, we're not, you idiot.

Half, half. ‐ Ow!

Mom, just tell him to stop! ‐ Just‐‐just stop.

Give him that "Shit Grip" back.

‐ Huh? [both laugh]

‐ Did you just call it "shit"?

SHUJI: Mom, that's not what it's called.

It's called a HitClip.

Say it again, say it again.

‐ HitGrip. MAYA: No!

HitClip! ‐ HitGrip!

‐ Say "Oreo McFlurry."

‐ Oh, Maya, no. ‐ Say it!

‐ Come on, do it. You got it.

‐ Oleo MacFurry.

[both laughing]

Enough! Okay, go get ready‐‐

‐ [screams] YUKI: Go!

Shuji!

Go get dressed. MAYA: You bitch!

YUKI: Breakfast ready. Come on.

[mutters in Japanese]

FRED: Yuki! ‐ Yes, Fred?

FRED: You think I need to wear a coat today?

‐ I don't know. It's in the 60s.

FRED: So not a cardigan.

You think I need to wear a coat?

‐ Cardigan or coat, whatever you like.

Come on, everybody, breakfast is ready!

Hurry up!

[footsteps approaching] FRED: [sighs]

Oh, honey, this looks beautiful.

Ugh, I am so hungry. This is great.

Uh‐‐oh, hey, do we have any hot sauce?

‐ [sighs] Yeah.

Ugh, I'm sorry, it's gone.

So I'll get it this afternoon. ‐ [sighs]

‐ Shut up. ‐ Get off of me.

‐ Stop. Just give it to me.

‐ No.

Get away, you annoying freak. ‐ Mom!

‐ Maya, enough. Shut up.

‐ Oh, my God, Mom, you just told your daughter to shut up.

What's wrong with you? ‐ Maya, stop it.

‐ That's crazy.

YUKI: What a big bite.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, yah.

[car horn honking] Oh, it's‐‐that's Kathy.

‐ I didn't even eat. ‐ You were late, so come on.

‐ I got to go, too.

‐ Don't forget to bring‐‐ take everything.

FRED: [groans] I'm seeing Frank and his trio.

Oh, honey, can you call Richard?

He's gonna ask about the tour dates.

Can you just give him a call? ‐ Okay.

‐ Thank you. ‐ Bye.

‐ All right.

‐ Oh!

Maya, Shuji! Your lunches!

‐ Bye.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[expressive music]

♪ ♪

SINGER: [singing in Japanese]

♪ ♪

‐ [singing quietly in Japanese]

♪ ♪

[horn honks, tires squealing]

[car door opens, closes] Bitch.

[tires squealing]

‐ No parking if you're not handicapped.

‐ Bitch. ‐ You don't have a sign.

‐ Bitch, bitch.

[shopping carts clatter] ‐ I'm sorry.

YUKI: [humming]

[indistinct announcement over PA]

[continues humming]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[both grunt] [both speaking Japanese]

Mm‐hmm.

‐ No.

Mm. [chuckles]

HIDEKI: Yuki...

‐ Mm.

[light flute music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

‐ Oh, I‐‐ I got to go.

YUKI: Ah.

[phone beeping]

Hello, Doctor?

Yeah, this is Yuki.

I can't make it today, uh, can I reschedule, please?

Oh, okay. Good‐‐goodbye, Doctor.

‐ Mm. Ah...

‐ Ah, mm.

‐ Ah.

Eh?

‐ Ah.

‐ Okay.

[soft jazz music]

[both laugh]

HIDEKI: Mm.

‐ Mm.

‐ You knowing English and working as an interpreter

inspired me to learn English.

It's what helped me get this job.

‐ Wow, that's very good.

Yeah.

‐ Arigato. ‐ Ooh‐‐

‐ Sorry. I'm so sorry.

‐ [speaking Japanese] It's okay.

It's okay. It's only my boobs.

‐ Your boobs? ‐ [laughs]

[speaking Japanese] ‐ [speaking Japanese]

[expressive music]

♪ ♪

SINGER: [singing in Japanese]

♪ ♪

‐ Stevie Wonder?

No. ‐ Yes.

[romantic music]

♪ ♪

[thunder rumbles] Ah!

‐ Eh?

Ah.

[jukebox clicks]

[Dionne Warwick's "Walk on By" playing]

♪ ♪

DIONNE: ♪ If you see me walkin' down the street ♪

♪ And I start to cry each time we meet ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Make believe that you don't see the tears ♪

♪ Just let me grieve in private ♪

♪ 'Cause each time I see you ♪

♪ I break down and cry ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Don't stop ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Don't stop ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ I just can't get over losin' you ♪

♪ And so if I seem broken and blue ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Foolish pride, that's all that I have left ♪

♪ So let me hide ♪

♪ The tears and the sadness you gave me ♪

♪ When you said goodbye... ♪

[music fades]

[serious music]

SINGER: [singing in Japanese]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Miles Davis' "Blue in Green" plays]

♪ ♪

[gear shifter clacks, keys jingle]

♪ ♪

[music fades]

‐ [sighs]

[dishes clanking]

‐ Hey. I didn't know when you were gonna come home,

so I made my world‐famous daddy chili.

‐ Were the kids okay? ‐ Yes, yeah, they loved it.

They're in their rooms. They're fine.

Oh, and I got some more hot sauce

'cause I didn't see any in the fridge

and I figured you had a woozy of a day at the‐‐

at the bank or, well, wherever you‐‐

I don't know where you were.

‐ I had a long day. FRED: Yeah, well...

‐ But let me‐‐ ‐ Oh, no, come on, please.

Let me do this. You sit right here.

‐ Oh, okay.

Thank you. ‐ All right.

I added a few more interesting spices here.

‐ Ah, that's‐‐that's enough. ‐ Ah, it's never enough.

There you go. ‐ Thank you, thank you.

[video game beeping on TV]

Shuji, can you pause the game?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Look.

This reminded me of you.

I love you. You're my number‐one son.

‐ I'm your only son, Mom. ‐ I know, but...

[sighs deeply]

Anyone would be so lucky to have you.

‐ Okay, okay, thanks, Mom. I love you, too.

‐ Okay, okay. ‐ Yes.

Thank you for the dope painting.

‐ All right.

‐ I like it. ‐ Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?

‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Mm.

Okay. Back to game. ‐ [chuckles]

[door closes]

[video game beeping on TV]

‐ ♪ Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy ♪

♪ Silly, silly, silly, silly ♪ [singing gibberish]

‐ [laughing] ‐ [coughs]

‐ Oh, my funny girl. Go to sleep.

‐ I don't want to. ‐ I love you.

‐ Do you love me more than Shuji?

‐ Mm, equal.

But you are my number‐one daughter,

and I'm so glad you're my daughter.

‐ That doesn't count. ‐ Yes, it does.

It's important.

‐ Okay, then can I have a present like Shuji got one?

‐ Okay, when you turn 18,

I'll give you a present that I got from Stevie Wonder.

‐ Who's that?

‐ Oh, you don't know?

‐ No. ‐ It's okay.

Now go to sleep, okay? ‐ I'm not tired.

‐ Yes, you are. I'll sing you a song.

‐ ♪ Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy ♪

‐ No, uh, stop.

‐ ♪ Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ♪

♪ Chili, chili, chili, chili, go to sleep, go to sleep ♪

♪ Everybody sleep, sleep, everybody sleep, sleep ♪

‐ Okay, okay, enough, enough. ‐ I don't want to.

‐ Go to sleep. ‐ I don't want to go to bed.

[groans] ‐ Okay.

[humming]

[singing in Japanese]

Fred?

Fred? ‐ Mm, mm‐hmm?

‐ Listen.

‐ [groans] Are you all right?

‐ I want to tell you a story that I never told you before.

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Many years ago

I was working on a film called "Seven Nights in Japan."

It was a British/Japanese co‐production.

And we were all staying in a small remote village.

And I was the only one who spoke the two languages.

And the very first morning,

I brought the British crew to the Japanese dining room.

The whole Japanese crew were eating breakfast,

and they're all cracking raw egg

and putting it over rice.

The British crew, they all went like,

"Ew, we're not gonna eat that."

So they asked me for milk and sugar.

So this time the Brits pour sugar

and milk over hot rice.

And when they were eating this,

the Japanese crew all went, "Ew."

And I was always in the middle of the two cultures,

stuck there.

And I feel like I've been like that

with you and with my family.

Sometimes I never know what's right by you

and what's right by the kids.

I'm being too Japanese

or trying to be too American.

I feel like I'm always stuck

in the middle of the two cultures.

‐ You...

you never talk about this.

‐ But I'm happy right now.

I'm happy with this life.

‐ You were gone a long time today.

I missed you.

‐ I missed you, too.

[Miles Davis' "Blue in Green"]

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