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Nakayama.

Nakayama, the new batch.

He's fogged over again.

You'd think a change of scenery would do him good.

My girl left me. I'm still doing my job.

- Not saying it's the same, but... - But it's the same?

Your girl goes home to Pocatello.

My infant sons are buried in a prison camp.

Come on. Bob would take a bullet for you.

I wish he would.

It would shut him up.

He's cracked.

Truth be told,

I'm hoping that new batch of translators gets here soon.

You know what my cousin told me?

When you ship out,

look to the man on your right and the one on your left.

One of them's coming home in a body bag.

Yeah, right.

And if both of them make it, then it's going to be you.

Hey, lighten up. That's just front-line grunts.

We haven't lost a single translator.

And I heard a fella in Guadalcanal took a flamethrower to the face.

Came out fresh as a daisy.

So...

You're saying we're due?

If so, my money's on Terajima.

He's been looking spooked all day.

What do you think, Jima? Take one for Uncle Sam?

They'll name a pagoda after you.

Remember when he used to be fun?

Hey.

Let's win us some scalps, huh?

Hey, where's Guadalcanal at, anyway?

- Solomon Islands. - Where's that?

I guess we'll find out.

What this?

"Statement of United States Citizen of Japanese Ancestry."

Fill it out, turn it in.

To prove you're a loyal American.

This we must prove?

Just fill it out, pal.

A loyalty questionnaire?

We put this stuff in writing, they'll throw it back in our faces.

Still, first time anybody upstairs has mentioned letting us out.

Maybe we'll get to enlist.

That's your best-case scenario?

Get your head blown off for the glory of FDR?

Be sent to Japan or be sent to jail or be sent to die.

This whole thing's a trap. It's plain as a hakujin's nose.

I must speak with Major Bowen.

Make confession.

Confession is not a good word to be using in here, Yamato-san.

In 1925,

I donated tin foil to collection for Japanese navy.

I only give to make man at my door go away.

No room to explain that.

Say nothing about this.

Release docs from yesterday's overnighter.

I don't know why Japs like sleeping in the stockade so much.

I guess some people feel the need to protest.

Protest?

Ingratitude is what it is.

And now this goddamn questionnaire?

The WRA is all over my ass.

100% response rate and everybody's bitching and moaning.

No one wants to answer wrong.

It's 30 goddamn questions, half of them are yes or no.

It should take five minutes!

And I thought y'all were supposed to be obedient.

I mean...

You're reasonable, but the rest of them? Holy Moses!

Yes, you laid out the rules so clearly.

Consequences for non-compliance is what there needs to be.

Stern ones.

You get through the Aoki diary?

It confirms Takahashi did psychological experiments

on Crittenden,

but nothing about how, or...

if there's others.

"We have no goal save that our bodies might shatter

"into glorious shards of pearl."

I always translate tama as jade, but I actually like pearl better.

The guy was a bit of a poet, before we ground him into hamburger.

At least we know what made Crittenden break,

and it wasn't some yurei.

I was so sure that it was here.

It was back at camp the whole time.

It wanted me to come here so it could get to Luz.

Chester, I used to mop up the infirmary at Manzanar.

It doesn't take some evil spirit

for something to go bad in those camps.

There was never a yurei.

If there isn't a yurei, that just means I came here for what?

- Nothing? - Nothing?

There's a live POW from Takahashi's unit right now--

And neither of us is allowed in the room,

because the interrogator's afraid we'll spot his shitty Japanese.

Look at us.

Useless to our country, useless to our families.

What are we?

What am I?

That's a little philosophical for my speed.

Do you play? Used to?

Second base in the Nisei League.

There you go. That's something.

You're a ball player.

Stallings needs you both. I think it's serious.

Major van Allan's our best interrogator,

but he's hit a bit of a snag with this POW.

Our prisoner fell two miles out of a Zero, so he's not his best self.

Now's the time to press him.

I've got a new interrogator from Brisbane.

Your job is to babysit the prisoner until he gets here.

Those guys can't imagine what it's like to think like a Japanese.

- They won't get anywhere. - You got a better idea, Nakayama?

Sir, Chester's asking permission for us to speak with the prisoner.

- Denied. You're not interrogators. - You chose us for a reason.

Let us show you what we can do.

Major van Allan.

Want some information?

Can you hear without an ear?

What are you doing here?

Shiryo!

What did he call you?

A shiryo.

It's an ancient word.

It means something like...

dead man.

Walking amongst the living.

Well, keep watch on him.

Regardless of what he calls you, don't engage.

We've got professionals for that. Understood?

Hey, you!

Let's talk.

Come here.

I will kill you two!

For a few minutes there, it almost felt like we weren't in prison.

Minutes, huh?

I'm a little sweet on you too,

Inmate 30893-C.

Do you think the MPs know which barracks are empty?

If any one of them could find a girl he'd be doing the same.

What if they use that questionnaire to draft you?

I'm not going to let some stupid answers on a stupid paper

keep us apart.

Five, Mississippi, four, Mississippi,

three, Mississippi, two, Mississippi, one, Mississippi.

Ready or not, here I come!

There she is. The ghost woman.

Don't touch my things.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Don't touch that!

Put that down.

Put it down!

You understand Japanese, don't you?

Sir, the prisoner wants to engage.

Biting a man's ear off is a kind of engagement.

If he knows Takahashi this is our chance.

Did you notice how the prisoner was looking at you?

How?

He wasn't. He was staring at me.

A white man's just the enemy to him, but I'm something different.

A traitor, a shiryo.

I can get him off balance, maybe even get inside his head.

You sure you got your own marbles in order?

Absolutely, sir.

I'm here to serve.

Major Bowen will cut our rations unless we answer.

- What do you expect us to do? - Say nothing.

I know you're hungry. I am too.

You might be scared. That's what they want.

We just want to eat!

It's our constitutional right not to answer.

You remember Amendment Five? It's illegal to even ask.

They certainly can't starve us or scare us into answering.

That guy's only happy when rocking the boat.

If you don't rock the boat you're as bad as the keto locking us up.

That's enough. Get down.

Failure to complete and submit the form

will be construed as treasonous behavior

subject to indefinite imprisonment.

- They'll arrest us? - We're going to jail?

I want my questionnaire back.

Excuse me, Major, but treason? Even if they don't answer at all?

We're not playing games here, Miss Yoshida.

And make sure your boyfriend over there knows that.

Just because a barrack is empty

doesn't mean I don't know what's going on in it.

According to your documents, your name is Tetsuya Ota.

First Lieutenant.

The dog speaks.

Did you get permission from your master?

This was found in the wreckage of your plane.

Yet you didn't take your own life.

Why?

You are not fit to ask me questions.

"To fight the enemy, and...

"to shatter like a pearl..."

You don't believe in that, do you?

You have doubts.

How did you survive the plane crash?

Perhaps I...

might already be dead...

Chester.

I know all about you...

already.

How do you know me, Ota?

There is no Ota any longer.

He is dead.

He's playing you.

My onnen has wandered the Earth...

insatiable, hungry for blood.

What do these names mean?

Why are three of them crossed out?

A spirit sits before you,

yet you concern yourself with names in a journal?

Are they part of Admiral Takahashi's squadron?

Are they code names for soldiers you've controlled?

You've got nothing.

You thought you could get away.

But I will present to you

the corpses of every person you love.

No matter how young.

What was that?

Why did you say that?

Why did you say that?

It was you.

You're here.

Yurei.

Have you even looked at questions 27 and 28?

"Are you willing to serve in the Armed Forces of the United States

"on combat duty wherever ordered?"

They just want you to mark yes.

Anyone who says yes, they'll draft. Anyone says no, prison.

It's not just prison. Bowen says they'll try you for treason.

"Will you swear 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 to the Japanese Emperor?"

It's just stupid answers, Ken, on a stupid paper.

Do like Walt did. Write yes twice.

"Forswear any allegiance to the Emperor."

I was born here.

I couldn't live with myself if I marked yes to that question.

If you mark no, they'll take you away.

For me...

Ken, please.

Have you only arrived just now?

Were you in America?

The reason I'm here is...

to save you.

Take my dagger and cut me free.

And then like honorable samurai...

let's slice our bellies open together.

If you fail to free me...

I will spare neither you nor your family.

My family?

The ground will soak with their blood.

Give it to me!

Chester!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

No to 27. No to 28.

No to 27, no to 28.

No to 27. No to 28.

You don't want the man who says yes to those questions.

Someone's come to see you.

Dios mio...

If your mother could see you...

I can't believe it.

My little girl.

A man came to the house.

A sergeant in uniform.

He had news...

from...

North Africa. Algeria.

Denis was doing transport in a convoy.

And there was a battle.

And it didn't... it didn't go our way.

We lost.

We lost your brother.

Mi hija, you shouldn't be in this place.

Where are your babies?

It's time you came home.

I know what a yurei looks like.

Its face blurs.

But not yours.

You were too much of a coward to kill yourself.

So you waste my time with yurei nonsense.

So, what's the plan?

Are you trying to goad me into killing you?

To save you from your own shame?

What will Admiral Takahashi think of you now?

Listen. When this war is over...

I will be released, Chester.

Then I will cross the ocean and find you and your miserable family.

And I will kill every last one of them.

Shall I slit your children's throats?

I'm imagining your face, crying out.

Is that right?

Go ahead.

Tell me more about my sons.

Sons?

Dogs, like their father.

I will piss on their graves.

Tell me more!

More!

More about my dead sons!

They...

are lucky...

to have been spared this world.

What percentage Japanese would you say your husband is?

The man is not her husband.

But he's 100 percent Japanese.

What kind of food do you prepare for family dinners?

Japanese food?

She eats the food you people prepare for her.

Obviously.

Do you have any children from the union?

Sir...

Please.

It will take three to five days to process the request. You can go.

Enrique and Hikaru.

What's that, Miss Ojeda?

We had two children.

I named them Enrique and Hikaru.

Do you have children?

No.

It seems I never will.

Their mother...

She sacrificed everything for me.

When our boys died...

I wasn't there.

She was alone.

And I'm here.

You believe in the old spirits.

So do I.

I feel them too.

That's why I look forward to the next life.

I am a man.

Unafraid of death.

A proud warrior for Japan.

You...

What are you?

Chester?

What am I?

That's a little...

philosophical for my speed.

"Question 27: No."

"Question 28: No."

It's stitching from a baseball, isn't it?

And the names here...

Nine of them.

A lineup.

For baseball.

The most American thing of all.

My college team.

Maybe you'll play again, once the war is over.

Three of those men are already dead.

My name is to be struck next.

If you want to help me...

give me an honorable death.

I played baseball.

I even saw Lou Gehrig once.

You heard of him?

Heard of him?

I struck him out.

You?

Come on!

Gehrig came to Japan in '34

with an American All-Star team.

We played them in Meiji Jingu Stadium, Tokyo.

I was pitching.

Three swings, three misses.

Inside, outside, inside.

Then the great Lou Gehrig sat down.

Check the newspapers.

Tell me about this man, Masuji.

What position did he play?

He's dead.

I just want to know about him as a ballplayer.

Junichiro Masuji.

He was an incredible third baseman.

Arm like a cannon.

If our team didn't need his bat every day

he could have been a great pitcher.

He could run, hit, field...

even better than me.

He could turn on an inside pitch and hit a home run to right-center...

- Hey, the cavalry's here! - Glad to have you boys relieving us.

Didn't want you fellas to hog all the action.

Let's get you set up.

Coming, Terajima?

We're taking away anyone who answered "No"

to questions 27 and 28.

Get your hands off me, jerk.

I'm an American.

There are twice as many guards in the higher security camps.

Your no-no boys will be well taken care of.

History will remember this day. Your children will be ashamed.

A lot of talk, Uehara.

I should have known you were full of shit.

I answered no to both questions, just like the others.

Sure you did.

Ken Uehara answered yes to 27 and 28.

Ken?

- That's all of them. - You lied to us!

I don't know what happened. I swear, I answered no.

You coward!

They were just two stupid words on a stupid paper.

At least you're still here.

Ken, please.

Ken?

Anything?

No, nothing.

New guys are here. Apparently we're moving out.

The new interrogator's waiting for the prisoner at a POW camp in Guam.

Maybe he'll get something about Takahashi.

We're sending you to a POW camp.

You'll be interrogated by a white man there.

You wish you were killed

when your plane crashed, don't you?

I am...

a shame upon my family.

No peace will find me.

Not in this world.

Or the next.

Do you know the thing I like best about baseball?

There's no time limit.

No clock.

It's not until you've been given one last chance

that the game is over.

That fastball...

I would have loved to take a swing at it.

I would have struck you out too.

Just like Lou Gehrig.

Admiral Takahashi...

was born on June 7, 1894...

in Sendai.

Tell your superiors you got that out of me.

Tell them...

that's more than any white man...

will get out of a prisoner.

We will let Chester know what happened.

He'll want to know where to find you.

I left him a letter.

Please...

give this back to Yuko.

My midwife.

She gave it to me as a gift.

Yuko... gave this to you?

Please.

Be safe.

Be well.

So Ota broke free while your back was turned, right?

He got hold of the dagger

and you had no opportunity to stop him until it was too late.

- Right? - Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

Then that's what happened.

Not the happiest ending, but at least you got a breadcrumb on Takahashi.

It's more than Major van Allan can say.

Or hear, for that matter.

Get back, and try to get some rest.

I've got bigger plans for you.

Are you OK?

Drive.

Where?

Back home.

Nakayama?

Stop that jeep!

Shoot it if you have to!

Aim for the tires!

Yurei.

It's time to go now...

Taizo.