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Did she have
a Japanese boyfriend?

I told you, I never mixed
in her personal business.

What'd you
have against her?

Who said I had anything
against her?

She was shifty
as smoke, but I liked her.

Then why didn't you try and stop
him when he went for her with a gun?

I didn't like her
that much.

But you got a good look at
him, didn't you?

Not good enough
to recognize him.

You're worried
already, eh?

Well, sure. Who wants to stick his
neck out identifying somebody?

This Romeo she's been seeing on the QT,
why the big secret?

I told you. I was her manager,
not her wet nurse.

We all knew she was making
time with some guy.

Why she wanted to keep him under wraps,
who knows? Who cares?

This Oriental artwork belonged to her
or to the house?

It's all Sugar's,
all of it. Or was.

Research for the Crimson Kimono, the new
act she was working on.

Will you fill us in?

- You want the routine?
- Yup.

It was just an act she was going to
crack Vegas with, that's all.

- You really want to hear it?
- That's right.

Sure, sure.

It'll be a pleasure,
gentlemen.

Picture this
geisha house setting,

and the curtain
slowly going up

on this guy cracking a real brick
in half with his bare hands.

- Just like that.
- Karate?

Yeah, that's what
they call it.

This guy could bust anything in half
with the palm of his hand.

You saw him break
a brick in half?

I never laid eyes on him. Sugar filled
me in on the whole routine.

- What's his name?
- You got me.

I don't know where
he lives or hangs out.

- How come?
- Well, they never ran

through the routine here.
Only in her apartment.

- Did she always make the deals?
- Never before.

That's what's so
screwy about this.

But she did let you in on
the routine, eh?

That, she couldn't hold back, because it
was such a great idea.

- Well, let's get back to the act.
- Sure.

Just use your
imagination now.

This...this gorgeous geisha makes her
entrance in a crimson kimono,

the same one she posed in
for that painting.

It's Sugar Torch,
but a brand new Sugar.

Not an inch of flesh
exposed, only her face.

She begins dancing
to Japanese music,

and then she starts a real slow peel with
this karate brick-smasher watching her.

Suddenly, her jealous
boyfriend barges in,

a samurai warrior
with a sword.

- Hidaka, she called him.
- Willy Hidaka?

Yeah, yeah. You know him?

You're doing fine,
Mr. Casale. Go on.

Well...well, the two guys
begin battling over her,

bare hands versus sword.

The brick-crusher kills Hidaka with one
blow, turns to collect Sugar,

but she tosses herself on the dead
warrior and begins to bawl.

The brick-crusher blows his top,
kills her and exits

as the curtain slowly comes down on
the two dead lovers.

Sort of a
Romeo and Juliet touch.

How do you like that
for a striptease act?

Sergeant Bancroft.

- Mr. Casale, where can I find this Chris?
- Who?

Chris, the artist who made this
painting of Sugar?

- Never heard of him.
- Where'd she have it made?

Who knows?
Maybe McAllister knows.

Mac? I'll have
a talk with her.

You got enough loot on you to
play Santa Claus?

I'll manage.

It's more than just strength in this
karate business, Willy.

It's a combination of coordination
and concentration.

Let me try it.

- How you doing, champ?
- Hi, Joe.

What are you
trying to prove?

I have to qualify for something, Joe.
I even goofed at kendo.

You can fill in for me. I don't think
Charlie and I can make it this time.

- You kidding? You guys can't back out now.
- We're on a case.

- Dough was spent advertising that contest.
- That's right, Joe.

You guys haven't missed a match
in five years.

Anyway, my money says that Charlie is
going to pound you into a fish cake

this year.

Willy Hidaka,
the samurai warrior.

Now you got it made, boy.

Hey, how'd you
find out about that?

You didn't tell those jokers down at
the pool hall about it, did you?

I figured you had a reason for playing
it close to the vest.

How'd you land the job?

- You want to get in the act, too?
- Could be.

You won't believe
this, Joe,

but one day I get a call from a girl
asking me up to her apartment.

Sugar Torch,
the stripper.

How come
she called you?

She said a friend of hers
spotted me in Little Tokyo

and recommended me for the part,
because I'm built like a samurai.

Who was the
talent scout?

Never got a chance
to meet him.

Joe, if my father knew I was going to
work with a stripper,

he'd chop me
like a ripe banana.

Me, Hidaka, doing an act
with Sugar Torch.

Have an apple. There's not going
to be any act.

She didn't replace me
with another guy, did she?

Somebody shot her dead.

That poor little muffin.

- Hello, Mac.
- Charles, dear boy. Have a beer.

Rumor has
reached Skid Row

that Sugar Torch went out in
a blaze of glory.

In front of a free audience.
Whom are you hunting, Charles?

How did you like that kimono
painting of her?

A work filled with
total youthful vibration.

Countless little strokes of pure crimson,
rather than mixing colors on the palette.

- You like Chris' work?
- It shows promise.

Well, where can I find this
promising Rembrandt?

Nude Ascending
Celestial Bodies.

Where can I find Chris, the artist who
painted her in that kimono?

- What painting?
- Who was the karate hired for the act?

Shuto. He's a Korean.
He once killed a bull with one blow.

Do you know
where he lives?

No. He's new in town and doesn't speak
a word of English.

- How's his Japanese?
- Almost as bad as mine.

Aha! You think the jealous
artist turned on his model?

Could be.

I think I see the
bulge of a fragile friend

in your pocket, dear boy.

Bourbon.

It's Latin, Charles, and it means,
"Put up or shut up."

Ha!

- I love you, Charles.
- You're a pearl, Mac.

Love does much, but bourbon
does everything.

Now, where's this Chris?

Dear boy, I shall have to get
blotto to remember.

Homicide. Bancroft.

McAllister reporting, front and center.

- Who?
- There's nothing like 100-proof heaven

to make the mind
clear and the...

And the memory sharp.

Mmm-hmm.

Thanks, Mac.

I do love you.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Room service.

610. Coffee tout de suite.

- Good morning, Sergeant.
- Good morning, Nat.

That striptease murder
is all over the paper.

Sausage?

It gave me
a heartburn last time.

Say, I saw that Sugar Torch.
It's too bad.

Hey, hey. Sausages?

- Two on a raft.
- Two on a raft.

Poached eggs, juice, the works.
Double it. Got that, Nat?

Righto, Sergeant.

Room service?
Hey, who's paying for this?

- Is this on the house?
- We're living it up this morning, Joe.

Living it up? You got rocks in your
head or something?

What did you do,
inherit a lot of loot?

No. Mac came
through with a lead.

Great. Great.
The bourbon paid out.

- Uh-huh.
- Let's have it.

Well, that painter, Chris.

He's at the University
of Southern California.

Well, I'll see what I can
draw up on Shuto.

Hey, take it easy,
will you? Come on.

We'll have this thing wrapped up
before Sunday, anyway.

What's Sunday
got to do with it?

That's action day for you and that
babe from Gardena.

- What?
- That babe from Gardena. Remember?

Holy smoke, I forgot.

I'll have to tap her
for a rain-check.

Don't be a meathead, Joe.

You've got that
day off coming to you.

I'll get Ed Jokish
to fill in for you.

- You'll what?
- I'll get Ed Jokish to fill in for you.

Listen, Charlie, I'm hanging on
'till we wrap it up.

Sister Gertrude.

Well, Charlie,

that puts us
both in business.

- I think I know where Shuto is.
- Joe, will you take it easy?

- Nobody cares who killed that tramp.
- Well, I do.

Will you quit
pushing so hard, Joe?

You've got half that handbook
memorized already.

You can say that again.

You'll make sergeant
without busting a date

over a burlesque queen. Anyway,
the grapevine has it that

that Gardena beauty's planning to have
you meet her family.

That's another reason
why I want a bypass.

She's a Kibei, you know. Born here,
but raised in Japan.

So?

So? So we never
agree on anything.

All we do is get into beefs
about the old country.

- Are you kidding?
- Pretty corny, huh?

Man, you're really
slipping

if that's all you
beef about with that babe.

Listen, Don Juan,

you tackle Rembrandt
at the school,

and I'll shortstop Shuto.

You knucklehead.

Yes? Did you want me
for something?

Well, I'd like to take that matter up
with you another time.

I asked for the artist
who made this painting.

It reproduced surprisingly well,
didn't it?

- You're Chris?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Christine?
- Christine Downs.

Are you interested in sitting for me?

Why, you look
disappointed.

Well, not in you, Miss Downs,

but I was hoping Chris
would be a man.

Are you allergic
to women artists?

Well, I'm not here to sit for a portrait.
Not right now, anyway.

- Then you'll excuse me.
- I'm here on police business.

Detective
Sergeant Bancroft.

What kind of business?

- Sugar Torch.
- What's that?

Why, haven't you seen
today's headlines?

This one, either?

I didn't pay
particular attention. Why?

Well, the woman you painted was
Sugar, the stripper.

She was shot and killed
last night on Main Street.

You see, someone put a bullet
through your painting

and another one
through her neck.

Hey, are you all right?
Can I get you some water?

- No, thank you.
- Well, you see, Miss Downs,

your painting was hanging in her
dressing room in a burlesque house.

So far, it's the only lead
we have to go on.

That poor woman.
How horrible.

- Then you liked her?
- Why, yes.

Where did you meet her?

Right here. A few weeks ago we held
a Japanese art exhibit.

Miss Trent liked my work and Mr. Hansel
commissioned me...

- Do you know Hansel's first name?
- No.

He paid me $75.

It's the very first time
I'd ever been paid.

Do you know where he lives or what kind
of work he does?

No. He impressed me with
his knowledge

of Oriental customs.

How old is he? Can you describe
him for me?

Well, he's in
his mid-30s.

Brown hair and brown...
Yes, brown eyes.

- Now, where did you paint her?
- In her apartment.

- Why, he was there every time.
- Hansel, you mean?

He arranged the kimono,
the obi, the wig.

Why would anyone
want to kill her?

She was always so kind,
so cooperative.

Well, once we find this Hansel character,
maybe all the pieces will fit.

I wonder if you'd do
a big favor for me?

Do you think you could make
a sketch of him?

- You mean Hansel?
- Yeah, Hansel.

- Right now?
- I sure do.

All right.

Miss Downs.

Did either of them mention a man
called Shuto?

No.

Do I get you
nervous, watching?

Well, it's just
that I...

- Well, I...
- Look.

A lot of citizens cave in
at the last minute

when they think their identification
might send somebody to the gas chamber.

That's what's
bothering me.

You know, you used a lot of little
strokes on that kimono painting

instead of mixing
them up on the palette.

- An art critic?
- No.

I'm just repeating
what a friend told me.

She called your work
"total youthful vibration".

- She an artist?
- Yeah.

Mac's an artist.

You know, I...

I like the way you
look in that smock.

I wish I could have heard that under
different circumstances.

You suppose when you're finished
with that sketch

that I could have a little more
of your time?

You don't
look like a cop.

Well, now,
that word doesn't

fit those full lips of yours.

Well, you see, we don't like
being called cops

like girls don't like
being called broads.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

May I ask what
you want of me?

Strictly police business.

On the level.

This Mr. Shuto
you saw last night...

- Mr. Shuto?
- I don't recall anyone by that name.

He's Korean, big man,
built like a mountain.

He must be that unfortunate man who was
so terribly frightened.

- And so sick.
- Drunk?

- I'm afraid he was intoxicated.
- Do you know where he lives or hangs out?

I'm sorry, Joe, but we know
nothing about him.

- Have you tried the Korean consul?
- I've tried everywhere.

Gyms, judo schools,
wrestling hangouts, arenas.

You said he was frightened.
Did he say of what or whom?

He was pitifully
inarticulate, Joe.

But did he say
anything at all?

He did ask for
George Yoshinaga.

- Uh-huh.
- Yes, and he was kind enough

to come right over
and help the poor man.

Yoshinaga took him away?

- Yes.
- I see.

Thank you, sisters,
thank you.

- And how is Sergeant Bancroft?
- Give him our regards.

I sure will, sisters.
Thanks again.

Hey, look at the banners and lanterns.
What's the big celebration?

Well, day after tomorrow,
Nisei Week Festival opens with a bang.

You ever been down
here in Little Tokyo?

No. I never knew
that police headquarters

was right across the street
from the Japanese section.

What do they do
for Nisei Week?

They have doll exhibits,
judo, kendo matches.

Well, that street'll explode with parades,
bands, gorgeous girls in kimonos.

It should give you a lot of ideas
for paintings.

- How'd you like to see it with me?
- I'd love to.

Fine. Let's get
back to work.

Now the first thing we'll do
is narrow down our suspects

to Sugar's former
acquaintances.

- Hello, Mr. Yoshinaga.
- Hello, Joe.

- How are you?
- Just fine, thank you.

Mr. Yoshinaga, I understand you're
a friend of Mr. Shuto's.

Yes. I hope
he feels better today.

- You know where I can find him?
- I know a few places.

- Why don't you try...
- I'd appreciate it if you'd come with me.

- You see, I don't know him.
- Is he in police trouble?

No, but he can
help us on a case.

Well, I made
an appointment for

my son's memorial service.

I've never missed
one in nine years.

I'm sure we'll find Mr. Shuto
right after the service.

- Koyasan Temple?
- Yes.

- Fine, come on.
- This news broadcast

is interrupted
for public service.

The Los Angeles police

are looking for this man.

- Let's try the rice-cake factory.
- Okay.

- Spot him?
- Yes.

He's not going
to get hurt, is he?

No, I'm just going
to ask him

a few questions,
that's all.

He's the one in the gray suit.
Big man.

...you know, a few questions
about the stripper, Sugar Torch.

- How are we doing?
- No luck yet.

Oh, no.

We've got a whole library
of these mug books.

Give you a chance to study portraits.

I'll take landscapes
from now on.

Is something wrong?

No. I'm just trying to figure
out something.

What?

Well, what have
we got to lose?

Do you think they'll worry
about you tonight

if you don't
turn up at your sorority?

Straighten up.

Put your hat on.

Return.

Come back again.

Excuse me.

This is Miss Downs.

How do you do, Chris?
Just call me Mac.

Sit here, my dear.

I've been so
anxious to meet you.

I asked to meet you.

Why all the urgency?
You want to join her art class?

Did you have good hunting
at the show-up tonight?

- Blank.
- I made an awful blunder.

I thought Number 5
suspect was Hansel.

Wouldn't you know, he turned out to be
a police officer.

I saw your sketch
on TV, Chris.

- How did you know I made it?
- It's your style.

Thank you.

I wonder what
Hansel's name really is?

Why, how do you know
it's not his name?

You bloodhounds would have had him
stretched and quartered by this time

if you knew his identity.

I've heard so many colorful stories
about your work.

You'll find my murals in Skid Row's
finest bars and brothels.

Do you have a lover?

Why do you ask?

Because there's just one more item
to add to your work

before we settle down to why I wanted
to see if you were worth the trouble.

- What trouble?
- Do you mind if I offer

my critique on her work
before we start to fence?

- Did you score?
- Nope.

That Shuto gets
around for a big guy.

- Did you order yet?
- Not yet.

Well, Mac, what was
the big deal

you had to
talk about with Chris?

Chris is dead.

You are dead, Chris, if Hansel sees that
sketch you made of him.

Why are you getting her all worked up
with that kind of talk?

Mac, this is none of your business.
We know what we're doing.

I know what you'd do if anything
happened to her.

You'd feel
terrible about it.

Let's get out of here,
Chris. Come on, Joe.

You're very kind, Mac.

And you, my dear, are very young
to have your neck smashed by a bullet.

Nobody's forcing you.

- Nobody.
- I know.

I'll be all right,
Mac. Good night.

"The third bullet struck Sugar
in her flight on Main Street,

"killing her instantly."

- Want to hear more?
- Not particularly.

Have you seen the
sketch of the killer?

Does it say
he's the killer?

No, but he looks like one.
I don't like it.

- What do you mean?
- They should've had a real artist

like you draw it. I mean, this is
strictly amateurish.

Hello. Yes,
just a minute.

Chris, it's for you.

- Hello?
- This is Mr. Hansel, Chris.

That sketch you made of me for the
police was your last work of art.

- Are you sure you've had your coffee?
- No. No, thanks, Mac.

What makes it rough now is we've got
two jokers to find.

Mmm-hmm. And I suppose Chris
is in the hospital.

No. She wasn't hit.

What about her family?
Have you notified them?

She's afraid they'd haul her
back home by jet.

And why not?
It seems like good sense to me.

Not to her. No, she's just as anxious
to nail Hansel as we are.

Here, go on, have some. It's good
for you. Go on. It's on the house.

Why don't you hole her up
out of town?

Here. Come on.

I'll fix that
one up for you.

Well, now, why don't you
hole her up out of town?

She won't buy that. Even turned down
a hotel room with a 24-hour guard.

Well, she's not being stupid enough to
stay in that sorority den?

She moved in with us.

- She did, did she?
- Come off it, Mac.

Our place is jumping with plainclothes men.
Our set-up's healthy, except for one thing.

Aha. You want me to
act as wet nurse.

Well, you speak
her language.

When a woman
is drafted as chaperone,

that is not complimentary.

Charlie figured bird-dogging wouldn't
appeal to you.

However, I'd do anything
for dear Charles.

And free bourbon.
All you have to do is ring for it.

Are you feeling
better now?

I try not to jump
at every sound.

Well, it's only natural.

Right after the war, I nearly fell apart
every time I heard a cup rattle a dish.

Do you mind if I talk to you while
I look at these?

It seems to make
the time go faster.

Fire away, but just concentrate on
those beauty winners.

The sooner we find Hansel,
the quicker we'll score.

- Who plays the piano?
- Joe. I can't even carry a tune.

You know, this is a pretty fancy
apartment for two policemen.

Don't let it throw you.

Some guys spend all their loot on
clothes or horses or women.

We put every buck
we got into this palace,

and by the time the 6% pension takes
a bite into our pay

and the deducts
take over, we're busted.

As soon as Joe makes sergeant it'll make
this set-up a little easier to handle.

You've known him
a long time?

Yeah, we met in a foxhole. I was a CO.
He was a rifleman.

- He got the Silver Star.
- Were all the Nisei so heroic?

Only one ever went AWOL.

He deserted a hospital bed
to rejoin my outfit

when we went
back into action.

It's all right, Chris.

Thanks.

Here's some more pictures
of suspects for you, Chris.

Chris,
are you all right?

Chris?

Hey, are you okay?

I feel so silly,
breaking up like this.

Let it pour out.
It'll do you good.

I just don't seem to be able
to control myself.

You've got the best reason
in the world to cry.

I've seen great big guys
break down like kids.

And that lower lip
of yours.

What's the matter
with it?

The way you wet it makes me think of
those movie stars,

the way they wet theirs to make them
look more sexy.

Do you come
from a big family?

Everybody in your family
have a nose like that?

You know,
I like an upturned nose.

I guess when you lift your head,
the girls call you "snobhead", right?

Say, that school's
co-ed, isn't it?

Do you...
Do you have a...

I'm just curious,
that's all.

You know, Chris,

I've knocked around
an awful lot.

Do you suppose after
we wrap this case up,

that you'd go out with a cop?

Yeah, you would?

Hello. Well,
did you send for help?

Well, don't do anything foolish, Joe.
I'll be right there.

I don't want
to shoot you.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to shoot you, Shuto.

Shuto!

Take it easy, Shuto.
I don't want to hurt you.

There's no one by the name of
Hansel working here,

but you know,
it's a strange thing.

When I saw the sketch in the newspaper,
I showed it to Paul.

I even kidded him about the amazing
resemblance.

- Who's Paul?
- Paul Sand. He specializes in Asia.

We'd like to have
a talk with him.

You mean,
you suspect Paul?

Believe me, Officers,

when you meet him, you'll
see why it's ridiculous.

I mean, I'm not
running him down,

but Paul Sand involved
with a burlesque dancer?

Would you ask Mr. Sand
to come to my office?

He what?

When?

Yes, yes,
send him up.

This is a fantastic
coincidence.

Paul Sand just resigned
without explanation.

Anything?

Well, there's a Caucasian wigmaker
due here any minute.

They think maybe she'd know
since she gets around a lot.

Joe, do you remember back in Korea how
I used to laugh at a guy

getting tied down
to one woman for life?

Korea?
What took you back that far?

- Do you remember?
- Sure, I remember.

You made a big deal
about how only Babbitts get married.

I'm a Babbitt.

- What are you talking about?
- Chris.

- You're batting 100% there.
- Yup.

How about Chris?
She pulling for you?

Sure. She knows how I feel,

and I think the door's
open for me.

Well, Charlie, I think it's great.
Kind of sudden-like, but great.

Me, I believe in taking a second look.
You know, just to make sure.

Yeah.

Well, I've wasted
an awful lot of years,

Joe,
but it was sure worth it.

- How do you do?
- Hi.

I have nine of them
in the exhibit.

For the Festival?
Did you exhibit last year?

No. I've lived in San Francisco
all my life.

Are you in
the wig business?

- No, we're police.
- Have you ever seen this man?

- Who hasn't? That's Hansel.
- Do you know him?

Who doesn't? He's on every newspaper
and every TV broadcast.

I mean, have you ever
seen him in the flesh?

No, I haven't.
Isn't this a strange place

for you to be looking for him?
I mean, does he have a wig business?

Well, he has
a friend who's in it.

She specializes in
Oriental hairstyles.

- Caucasian?
- We don't know.

Well, there aren't very many of us
in this business.

- There might be a few I don't know.
- Now, what's your name?

Roma Wilson.
Miss Wilson.

Well, thank you for
your time, Miss Wilson.

Will you be coming to the exhibit? You
might want to buy a doll for your girl.

Well, I may drop around to pick out a
wedding gift for a friend of mine.

We'll have just
the gift for you.

The phone call Charlie got,
was it about the murder?

Mmm-hmm.

- Why the big secret?
- It's no secret.

Sometimes we have to
depend on informers,

and Ziggy's one of
Charlie's boys.

- Ziggy? Is that a name?
- It's his.

Well, did he know Sugar?

Those characters down
there know everybody.

Normally, I'd have
gone out with Charlie,

you know, a team sticks together
on a night job,

but Ziggy made a big deal
about wanting to see Charlie alone.

You'd better not have me down here on a
phony, Ziggy. I'm not going to like it.

I'm sweating behind the eyeballs,
'cause I don't want no goofball pusher

- to know I'm fingering for you.
- Give out.

Well, I... I seen a character with Sugar
a couple, three times.

I seen him with him again tonight.
That's why I rung you up.

Sugar knows
lots of characters.

Yeah, but this one's got his picture
in all the papers.

You're doing great.
Where'd you see him?

You won't forget it was Ziggy who
was your big thumb?

Where is he?

Charlie tells me you're quite an expert
at this kendo.

He's my best press agent until we start
belting eachother with those bamboo bats.

He explained it was
some kind of fencing.

I still don't
understand it.

Actually, it's just to make
the annual Nisei get-together

a more colorful shindig.
It's good showmanship.

We wear robes and gauntlets and
chest guards and masks.

You know, a kendo fighter looks like
a monk in a catcher's outfit.

How about some
after-dinner music?

I'd rather hear it live.

Hey, Charlie didn't pass me off as
a Mozart, did he?

- Please?
- Okay.

- What was it?
- Akatonbo means "Red Dragonfly".

It's an old
children's song.

- It's beautiful. Would you play it again?
- Sure.

What made you become
a policeman, Joe?

I like the job.

- Just curious.
- Why?

I noticed the signature on this
a little while ago.

You should be carrying a brush
instead of a gun.

That's by Kojaku, all right, but not
by this one. My father made it.

It's exquisite.

He was a pure artist.

He could imitate the effect of worn
leather saddles.

He could get a delicate imprint
of a cobweb.

He built landscapes against a floating
sunset of scarlet dust.

That was the last lacquer he made.
He called it Gold in Ice.

Yeah, my father
found his utopia.

And you found yours in
the Detective Division?

It's Detective Bureau,
Homicide Division.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me?

To a lot of people,
we're a strange breed, Chris,

and maybe we are,
but the work's steady.

You can't get fired unless you foul up,
and there's the pension.

- That's not really why I wear a badge.
- I know.

- How do you know?
- A hunch.

The house with the stairs.
Behind me.

The room on the top
with the light.

No, no, over there.

He's up there.

You won't forget it was Ziggy who
found him for you?

- I won't forget, Ziggy.
- You won't forget, now, Sergeant?

Police! Police!

Lady, take it easy,
I'm a police officer. I'm a...

Take it easy!
Sit down over there.

Now just take it easy,
will you?

Now, you see,
that's me. Okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Now, where's the man
who lives here?

What are you talking about?

- This man? Recognize him?
- He's upside down.

Do you know him?

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, he's gone.

- Where?
- I don't know or care.

- How long ago?
- Not 10 minutes. And he ain't coming back.

Well, did he go down
by those stairs?

No. The front way.

How do you know
he's not coming back?

Katie,
he's asking me how do I know.

He took his bag.
That's why I'm cleaning up.

- How do I know?
- What kind of a bag did he have?

Katie, what kind of a bag?
I don't know or care.

What's going on in there?

Who in the hell is
beating up who?

Any of you people know
where Mr. Hansel went?

The guy that
lived in here?

- You a cop?
- Yeah.

- I know nothing.
- How about you people?

Look, lady, mother...

And that's a beautiful
child you have, a beautiful child.

- Did you ever see him with anyone?
- No.

- You got a phone here?
- No.

Well, look, if you should
see him,

would you
please call the police

and ask for me,
ask for Sergeant Bancroft?

Not me, mister.
And you know why?

'Cause I keep my nose
out of police business.

And you know why? 'Cause that's how
I keep my looks.

For a moment, I thought you were going
to start comparing me

with Rembrandt
or da Vinci.

I don't mean to
run your talent down,

but when I look at anything by those
guys, I'm floored for weeks.

Well, I'm sorry
I don't floor you.

Don't get me wrong, Chris.
I like that kimono painting you made.

- Why?
- Why?

It's hard for me to explain why
I like your work,

just as hard as it is to explain why
it's kind of unfinished.

- Mac been talking to you?
- What do you mean?

- About my painting?
- No, why?

I think it's very strange
that you...

I'm really interested in finding out
what you mean by "unfinished".

It's kind of hard to put a feeling
like that into words.

But it's as if you were hunting for
something and never got to find it.

What am I hunting?

I don't know, Chris.
I'm no longhair,

but I'll try
to explain it.

From the minute I saw your painting,
I felt you were looking for something

that just
never happened.

Kind of, as if you were sitting on
the edge of a volcano.

I don't know, Chris.
I don't even know

how I got started
on this gibble-gabble.

I'm no art critic.

You're a much more

sensitive critic
than you realize.

I guess I got the knack
from my father.

He could always read an artist's
heartbeat just by looking at his work.

- Do you have a girl, Joe?
- You mean, hooked?

- Yes.
- Uh-uh.

One day the right girl'll
come along,

and you'll
both know at first glance.

You believe
in that eyewash?

No.

Neither do I.

- Joe?
- Yeah?

Do you believe there are
people who'd never fall in love

if they'd never
heard of love?

You can't fight
a natural feeling.

Then why are you?

Chris.

Let's not
trigger off a bomb.

Get back to work.

What's the matter, Joseph?
What's wrong?

Please speak in English.

You know how it's helped me
with my language.

I've got a problem,
a girl.

- I love her.
- Who is she?

- Chris Downs.
- What is her Japanese name?

- Is she Caucasian?
- Yes.

Now I can see
what is the problem.

That's not what is wrong.

I keep asking myself,
how do I rate a girl like Chris?

Me, Joe Kojaku.
How do I rate her?

I don't understand.

- Because it would be wrong.
- For whom?

It's been filling up
inside me all night, sensei.

I'm all mixed up.

I don't know what to do,
or how to do it.

You came to me
for help?

I've got to talk
to somebody about it.

How can I help you when I do not know
what your trouble is?

I didn't look to fall in love with her.
It happened.

Well, he's not in there.
Come on, let's go.

Well, I don't know where he could be
holed up. What do you think?

Look, I don't mind
doing a monologue, Joe,

but something's bothering you.

What's the matter,
didn't that chow settle right?

That bullet kicking up
inside you again?

Huh?

What's the matter with you?
I feel like I'm with a zombie.

Come on.

I'll check in here.
You keep your eyes open

in case he tries
busting out the front way.

What's the matter with you?

Smoking a cigarette is like drinking
beer out of a thimble.

A man is only
a man, my dear,

but a good cigar
is a smoke.

Were you ever in love with a man
from a different world?

Many, many times.

Well, was he someone
of a different race?

There was a Hindu in Bombay.

Was he sensitive about
the difference between you?

He wasn't,

but his father looked down his
imperious nose at me.

Why?

I love Joe Kojaku.

He's thrown a wall up between us,
because he's Japanese.

Did you tell him
that you loved him?

- He knows.
- And what did he say?

What could he say?
He froze.

- Because he's Japanese.
- What else?

I knew it from the way he talked,
from plain, down-to-earth talk.

I could sense his embarrassment.
The whole room filled with it.

You don't know
Joe Kojaku.

- He won't let me.
- He's not fighting anything racial.

- Then what else could there be?
- There could be Charlie.

Mac, what does Charlie
have to do with it?

He's in love with you, Chris.
That's what he has to do with it.

He told me,
he told Joe,

and by tomorrow, every badge down at
Headquarters will know

that Charlie
has finally fallen.

- I see.
- I don't think you do.

Chris, to understand Joe,

you have to understand
what Charlie means to him.

I do understand.

Mac, things like this
have happened before.

Perhaps. But what those two had
together in the war,

no one can touch.

It was Joe's blood that kept
Charlie alive in Korea,

and now it's Charlie's friendship
that's keeping Joe alive.

It's like... Well, it's like mixing
two dabs of paint together.

You can never
separate them.

Look, Mac, I've never
encouraged Charlie.

I've never... You make it
all sound so heavy-handed.

Now that I know what's behind Joe's
uneasiness, I'll...

- But it makes sense.
- It does, does it?

Look, Mac, I can straighten this out
without any melodrama at all.

- I'll simply tell Charlie how I feel.
- You do that.

- Hello, Charlie.
- Hello, Chris.

- Mac.
- Blind alley?

Yeah, we got enough stakeouts
to form a battalion.

- Where's Joe?
- Who cares?

- Well, what happened?
- He's got rocks in his head.

Something's eating him,
the way he's clammed up.

I've never seen him
mope like that.

Excuse me while
I go powder my abstract.

Well, didn't he even hint
why he acted so strangely?

Nope.

Chris, did anything
happen tonight?

Between you and Joe?

Did anything happen here
tonight that could have thrown him?

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes
people drop a remark.

Harmless one,
you know.

No, I don't know.

Well, sometimes
people forget,

the word slips.

You mean a word
about the Japanese?

Is that what you mean, Charlie? Charlie,
you think that I'd say...

You think that
I'd embarrass him?

Charlie, how could you?

I'm sorry, Chris.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

Good night, Chris.
Good night.

Love is like a battle,
Chris.

Somebody has to
get a bloody nose.

For the benefit of those
not acquainted with kendo,

it can best be described as an art
of disciplined assault.

It can be dangerous if not executed
according to the rules.

When a protagonist aims for the head,
the torso, or the wrist,

the targets
will be called out.

When a contestant is hit in one of
the three targets

which has been called out,
he loses the bout.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we begin our kendo tournament

of the Nisei Week Festival
with last year's champions.

And representing the
Caucasian yudansha

is Detective Sergeant
Charles Bancroft

of the Los Angeles
Police Department.

And representing the Nisei yudansha is
Detective Joe Kojaku, also...

What's the matter
with Kojaku?

He's breaking
all the rules.

It's been eating inside me, and when
you clobbered me, I blew my stack.

- I'm sorry.
- What's been eating inside of you?

Chris.

Right. Chris.

I'm in love with her.
She's in love with me.

That's how it is, Charlie.

On account of you,
I never even touched her.

I wanted to hold her
in my arms, but I couldn't.

I didn't want to hit you
that way, Charlie.

But it's not normal to keep
my feelings bottled up.

That's it. It's out. It hurts,
and there's nothing I can do about it.

Say something.
Blow your top.

Belt me. You've got
the right to belt me.

You mean,
you want to marry her?

You wouldn't have said it that way
if I were white.

- What are you talking about?
- Look at you. It's all over your face.

- Have you gone crazy?
- What burns you is that you lost her to me.

- Is that what you think?
- It's not what I think. It's what I know.

The thought's made you sick
to your stomach.

Look at your face.

It wasn't just
plain normal jealousy.

That's why those words
poured out of me.

When I saw his face,
I knew.

- You only saw what you wanted to see.
- You weren't there.

I know how he feels
about those things.

I saw that look, Chris.

It's a look I've never seen before,
on his face or anybody else's.

I'm no wet nose. Nothing like that
should hit me below the belt, but it did.

He didn't mean it
that way.

You don't have to mean it
or say it. It's there all the time.

It's what you think is behind every word
and every look.

You've got to wear my shoes to know
what I'm talking about.

- But I do know.
- How could you know?

Honey.
How could you know?

You can't feel for me unless you are me.
Take a good look, Chris.

Do I look different to you
than I did yesterday?

- Joe.
- Did my face change?

- Don't say that.
- I've got to say it.

I never felt this in the army,
in the police.

Maybe it's 5,000 years of blood
behind me busting to the front.

For the first time,
I feel different.

I taste it right through
every bone inside me.

For the first time, I catch myself
trying to figure out who I am.

I was born here.
I'm American.

I feel it and live it and love it,
but down deep, what am I?

Japanese-American?
American-Japanese? Nisei?

What label do I live under, Chris?
You tell me.

I'm sorry, honey.

Why am I taking it
out on you?

Because you're hurt, and it's the kind
of pain I can't wipe out.

Joe.

If you had said you wanted
no part of me, it'd have hurt,

but I'd have understood.
I'd have bought it.

But, Charlie,

I'm wondering now, what was in his mind
all these years?

What kind of cracks he made
when I wasn't there?

It'll never work out,
Chris.

If he feels like that, what can I expect
from you?

Everything.

Because I love you.

You'll only see in my face what
you want to see.

Goodbye, Chris.

Will it do
any good if I talk?

Nope.

Not even if you
went off half-cocked?

- I'm not scouting for an apology.
- Apologize for what?

I apologize when I'm wrong,
not when you put words in my mouth.

You're wasting your time.

Joe, you threw me off guard when you
told me about Chris.

Maybe there was
a look on my face.

It was a look of hate.

Normal, healthy,
jealous hate.

Look at me, Joe.

You know me better
than anybody else.

I'm even carrying a pint of your blood
inside me, remember?

I never missed it.

I'm glad it's not a piece
of your brain muscle.

When are you
turning your badge in?

As soon as the Chief
gets to his office.

Joe, the case
isn't closed yet.

Mine is.

Well, I tried, Chris.
Believe me, I tried.

What are you
doing here?

Anything.

Anything I can to convince you
how wrong you are.

Joe, don't run.

Don't quit.

It's not the job.

It's what it represented
to you all of your life.

If you run out now, it'll be the
hardest, most painful thing in the...

To what? To try to remember something
I don't want to remember?

Joe.

What's the matter?

Chris?

I'm sure
I just saw Hansel.

Charlie.

He's clean.

Paul Sand, all right.
Is that your real name?

- Yes, sir.
- Why did you keep your

romance with Sugar
such a big secret?

- There was no romance.
- Okay, your friendship.

I couldn't risk my position
at the library.

My relationship with her
was strictly business.

No one would
believe that.

So I concealed my activities.

She understood and cooperated.

How did you meet her?

She came in for
a book on Japan.

She had an idea about
performing in a kimono,

and I gave
her a few suggestions.

So the act
was your idea?

Yes, sir. I suggested that she stage it
in a geisha house

and incorporate the karate
and samurai characters.

I offered to find these types for her,
and she paid me for my services.

So why did
you kill her?

Look, Mr. Sand. Why don't you make
things easier on yourself

and tell us
what happened?

Now, she was
a gorgeous woman.

Anybody'd understand why
you'd make a play for her.

Now, what happened?
Did she laugh in your face?

Is that what made you shoot her?
Because you couldn't touch her?

What was the name of that wigmaker that
gave an assist on this kimono act?

- No one helped me.
- Mr. Sand, when you warned

this young lady on the phone,
who took a shot at her?

Paul, come with me.

Get an ambulance,
will you?

Paul was mine

before she came
into his life.

I was sure
she took him from me.

That's why I went
to see her act.

Saw her take her clothes off in front
of all those people.

I died when
I saw her figure.

That's why I killed her.
But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

He never looked at her.

He'd never even
laid a finger on her.

It was all in my mind.

I thought I repulsed him.

You know what I mean.

The way she looked, me.

I was so ashamed,
so jealous.

Please,
dear God, forgive me.

Forgive me, I...

No, no. I didn't...
I didn't...

- Charlie. Did you get her?
- Yup.

- Dead?
- Nope.

- She killed Sugar.
- Why?

The poor kid. She thought Hansel
dumped her for Sugar.

That's why
she killed her.

It was all in her mind.
She thought she made him sick...

She only saw in his face
what she wanted to.

I don't know how to tell you now
how I feel.

You don't have to.
It's all over your face.

How could I have jumped the gun
like that? How?

Because you're a meathead,
that's how.

Charlie.

- Are we still partners?
- Nope.

It's gonna be rough.

As far as Chris is concerned,
it'll always be rough for me.

But as for you
and me, Joe,

you know, I'm just as glad
as you are

that you finally
wrapped up your own case.

Joe!

Joe!

Hey, Sergeant.

- Rough.
- Uh-huh.

Come on, Charles,
let's belt a few.

Mac, you're a pearl.

Thank you, dear boy,
but I prefer something made by man

to something
made by an oyster.