Move it up.
-ls this right? -Yes.
-We½re not supposed to take these. -Don½t worry about it.
-Just get the net in. -I don½t think you½re....
Jesus.
We½re not pulling at the same time.
What? Jesus!
Did any more of you guys see Carl at Ship Channel Bank last night?
-Why do you want to know? -To see if somebody talked to him.
Fish went sour when the fog rolled in. I got out of there.
We got Ferry, Hardwell, Moulton, Miyamoto.
-Anybody else? -Japs.
I figured you½d have heard by now.
All right...
-...if you see any of these guys-- -Art½s starting to sound like a real sheriff.
-Do think this was just an accident? -Of course it is, but a man½s dead, William.
I½ve gotta write my report. God, I hate this.
Chambers, tell me...
...I½m not gonna get your newspaper and see an article about an investigation, am l?
-You want me to lie? -No, I want to be off the record.
That½s what I want.
I mean, if there is a killer, why would you want him all alerted?
-So there½s a murder investigation? -I didn½t say that.
Hatsue? You all right?
Go away, lshmael.
-Look, I just wanted to tell you-- -Go away.
There you go, Miyamoto.
Just a minute.
Morning, Kazuo.
I½ve come to get you out of here.
Good morning, sir.
Counselor.
Sorry l½m late.
That½s all right.
Looks like we have a good turnout.
How about that jury? What a bunch of yokels.
Have you seen this Island Review rag?
Guy writes like this trial is the biggest thing ever happened.
-Why is this news in Seattle? -Because he½s a Jap. Simple as that.
Take a look at that.
Would you tell us, please, Sheriff...
...what was your first impression...
...as you and your deputy inspected the Susan Marie that September morning?
Mainly...
...how quiet it was out there...
...things just didn't add up.
-½'Add up?½' What do you mean? -Fishermen drown. It happens.
But Carl Heine....
I got to thinking, he was so meticulous.
He did everything right by the darn book.
Every single light is on and his net½s out.
-I got a bad feeling about this. -Don½t say that, Abel.
Don½t even think like that. Jesus.
There½s nothing in the hold...
...apart from fish.
You wanna pull up the net?
So looking at the evidence there you determined this was no accident.
I didn½t determine much of anything at first.
I just kept wondering what I was gonna say to his family.
After all, I knew the guy.
I knew his wife and children and....
-Hey, men. -Hi.
-ls your mother home? -She½s inside.
Go on and play now.
She½s right in there.
Susan Marie?
Come in! I½ll be right down!
What can I do for you?
-Carl½s not home yet. -That½s what l....
That½s why l½m here.
I½m afraid l½ve got some very bad news to tell you.
The worst kind of news.
Carl died last night out at Ship Channel Bank.
Carl½s just fine.
I found him, Susan Marie.
I found him tangled in his net.
I knew this would happen.
I warned him.
You said there was no sign of a struggle.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
As I said, with a fella as particular as Carl...
...there were a few things that struck me as odd.
You mentioned the coffee cup on the floor.
Was there anything else out of place?
There was a dead battery just lying around and...
...the cover to the battery well didn½t fit right.
A battery cover that didn½t fit.
What did you make of that?
Objection. Asking the witness to speculate.
Was I supposed to object every time you did that?
That½s quite enough horseplay. Try and act your age.
If I did that, Your Honor, l½d be dead.
-Proceed, gentlemen. -There½s an objection, Your Honor.
And it½s overruled.
You may answer the question.
I looked under the lid and one of the batteries was bigger than the other.
Didn't that also strike you as odd...
...that he would have a battery that didn½t fit, a man as particular as Carl?
Yeah, I wondered.
But he½d done some on-the-spot work, you see.
And the flange was kind of....
...banged away to make room f.or the one that was too big.
Would this ½'too big½' battery have fit, say...
...in Kazuo Miyamoto½s battery well?
It was the exact same type as Miyamoto½s, that½s for sure, but...
...he had both of his batteries in when we searched his boat later on, so....
If. you f.all of.f. a motorcycle, the injuries look dif.f.erent.
In this case, the injury had been inflicted by a long, narrow, flat object.
-Like a fishing gaff, for example? -That½s very possible.
You say it was a laceration about two and a half. inches long...
...over the lef.t ear.
The bone under it f.ractured over a f.our-inch area.
What would½ve caused that?
I½ll tell you what a head wound like this puts me in mind of.
I½ve seen wounds exactly like this...
...many times in the war.
Have you seen this specific kind of wound before?
Frequently, as a result of hand-to-hand combat with Jap soldiers.
I even told Art:
½'You wanna play Sherlock Holmes, look for a Jap with a bloody gun butt.½'
What led you to that conclusion?
I½ve seen these kendo wounds many times, exactly like this one.
Could you tell us what kendo is?
Kendo is Japanese stick fighting.
They train as kids, you know, to kill with sticks.
No further questions. Thank you.
Your report states it was death by drowning...
...not a kendo wound.
How did you determine this?
As l½ve already testified, I found foam in the deceased½s lungs.
This foam.
I½m not sure I understand about this.
What would cause that again?
It occurs when water, mucus and air are mixed by respiration.
Breathing, that is. I believe I said that.
But you can see why l½m confused.
Because a drowned person doesn½t breathe, so--
Of course not. The foam means that he went in breathing.
That½s why the autopsy report shows drowning as the cause of death.
Meaning that he wasn½t murdered first, on the deck, then thrown overboard.
-Well, you can always-- -Thank you. That½s important, that½s good.
There½s something else l½d like to ask you about.
Something in your report.
Go ahead, ask.
About the wound to the deceased½s head.
You say here...
...that it was made by a long, narrow, flat object.
Is that what you saw, or it is just your inference?
It½s my job to infer. That½s what coroners do, we infer.
That½s my area of expertise, inference.
Of course it is.
Can you infer, then...
...whether an object was propelled against the head of the deceased...
...or if his head moved against an object...
...or would both look the same?
The same.
If the head struck something narrow and flat like the gunnel of the boat...
...or net roller, a fairlead, could that have--
If the head were moving fast enough, but I don½t see how it could be.
-Nonetheless, it is possible? -Anything½s possible.
Is it fair to say that you don½t know for certain which it was?
Didn½t I just say--
I already said that.
But you are certain that he died by drowning?
For the third time, yes.
-Can I say something here? -No. You½ve been more than helpful.
-No further questions. -The witness may stand down.
We½ll take our lunch recess now. Reconvene at 1:30 sharp.
How are the kids?
They made a snowman to welcome you home.
Wow, that½s great.
Just a few more days.
You look beautiful.
I½m not going until you smile.
I think it½s dangerous with this jury.
I½m sorry I kissed you on the beach.
Let½s just forget about it.
Forget it happened.
Don½t be sorry. I½m not.
Me neither.
Do you think this is wrong?
Your friends would.
Your dad would kill me.
My mom is the problem.
Stay away from white boys.
Marry one of your own kind whose heart is strong and gentle.
The hairpin should be better placed for a girl to find the right husband.
She teaches me to be Japanese.
What does that mean?
Dances, calligraphy, how to do my hair...
...how to sit without moving.
What½s the point of that?
It½s a part of grace.
You boys don½t understand.
Try me.
She doesn½t let me get away with anything.
It½s the same for me.
Except it½s my dad.
Know what would happen to an operator who got his sleeve caught in the press?
Do you?
He½d be popped open like a balloon, splattered all over the walls.
Even his bones would disappear...
...to be discovered later on the floor like strips of white confetti.
We½ll make a newspaperman out of you yet.
James!
Ever wonder why the Strawberry Princess is always a Japanese girl?
-Not really. -Your father will explain it to you anyway.
It½s sort of an unwitting virgin sacrifice.
A concept of racial harmony, you know...
...and for a while it seems to work.
-That½s the Fajita girl, isn½t it? -No, that½s Hatsue lmada.
Yes, she½s lovely.
Mrs. Heine...
...you were...
...acquainted with the defendant and his family, were you not?
Him and his folks worked our land.
They lived in one of our cabins at first.
So, the defendant knew the deceased, your son, even then?
They fished together.
They went to school.
My boy Carl treated him like a white person...
...just like any friend.
So tell us, Mrs. Heine, where did things go wrong?
My husband went and sold...
...his father seven acres of our land.
That fence to that fence and then down to the road.
-That½s seven acres, yes? -No.
Where, to the edge of the mountain?
All right. You drive a hard bargain.
And that½s where all this trouble started.
But how can this be?
Since we all know...
...that it is against the law for Japanese-born to own land?
Even leasing is illegal.
So what was the point of this payment plan?
Their kids were born here. So, when the oldest...
...that one there...
...was 20 and the last payment got made...
...he could own it.
But they missed their last two payments...
...so that was that.
They missed their last two payments...
...after years of not missing one?
It was the war. They were gone.
They were sent off to the camps with all the other Japs.
We must leave everything. If you like, work our fields.
Sell berries, keep money.
Otherwise they will rot.
-Today I have half money for next payment. -Absolutely not.
I½m not going to take your savings.
You take the money.
$125. I will send more from where l½m going.
If it½s not enough, sell my seven acres and keep the money.
I thought you were giving us those.
Didn½t you come in here giving them away? Now you want to make up the other half...
...in berries you expect us to tend and pick?
Is that what you come here hoping for?
You want more coffee?
No, thank you.
-Take the money. -Etta has been rude to you.
For that, I apologize.
Keep this money.
Those payments will work out....
The arrangement was, those payments would be made...
...somewhere down the road.
The road ended when my husband passed away.
I couldn½t run the farm by myself...
...so l...
...sold all 30 acres to Ole Jurgensen.
And for a fair price this time.
And I sent back their equity...
...to those Japs down to that camp...
...in California, which I didn½t have to do.
So they got all their money back?
That was that.
Did you hear from the defendant½s family again?
Yes, I heard from them. I heard from that one there.
That one sitting there just showed up at my door.
Carl½s overseas. He½s fighting the Japs.
-What is it you want? -I came to get our land back.
It isn½t yours.
-lt½s Ole Jurgensen½s now. Talk to him. -I just did.
He didn½t know it was ours. You didn½t tell him it was promised--
I½m supposed to tell him there½s an illegal contract muddling things up?
You people didn½t make your payments.
In America, the bank comes in and repossesses your land.
-I didn½t do anything wrong. -Nothing illegal.
Wrong is a different matter.
Get out!
You took advantage of the fact that we were gone!
You sold the land from under us while I was fighting the Nazis!
Your witness.
Just three questions.
The Miyamoto family bought your seven acres...
...for $4,500?
They tried to. They defaulted on their payments.
Second question:
What did Ole Jurgensen pay you per acre?
$1,000.
I guess...
...that makes what would have been $4,500 into $7,000, doesn½t it?
So if you sent the equity back...
...you had a profit of $2,500?
Is that your third question?
It is.
You½ve done your math right.
You too, Mrs. Heine.
No further questions.
You may step down.
Before we adjourn for the day, there½s one more thing.
This court takes judicial notice of the fact...
...that tomorrow is the ninth anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor...
...which has no relationship whatsoever to this trial.
Which is why I mention it.
9:30 tomorrow morning.
Stay warm.
They plowed clear out to the point. What½s the big attraction?
I½m checking lighthouse records to see if it½s the biggest snowstorm in history.
Where were you in ½29?
That was a snowstorm.
-Real blizzard. -ls that right?
If you don½t believe me, check those Coast Guard records.
There should be a story in it.
Scribble, scribble, while the rest of us have to work for a living.
Always a pleasure.
Everything½s dated. We do things by dates, mainly.
Radio transmissions, shipping logs, weather reports. The whole nine yards.
Those stacks go clear back to Noah.
Not that anyone ever pays them any mind.
You monitor all radio activity? Fishermen...
-...that sort of thing? -Pretty much.
Anything significant anyway. Some of these guys never shut up.
Well, just yell if you need me.
Left is as good as right.
Your move.
"Correcting course via Ship Channel Bank.
"S.S. West Corona...
"...pilot relays position somewhere of.f. south buoy 56.
"At 1:48 a.m., S. S. West Corona made a corrective dogleg to the northwest.
"Ship's navigator took three insurance readings. "
Hey, Levant?
Here½s the shipping channel.
Any freighter off course can dogleg back through here.
-That happens if we½re really socked in. -Don½t the gillnetters work off this bank?
Not even they½re crazy enough to hang around in a bad fog. They get out.
What's this got to do with your snowstorm story?
Nothing. Just curious, that's all.
That doesn't make him guilty.
-This island ought to be ashamed. -It's not as simple as that.
I followed every second of it. The evidence sounds very solid.
This prosecutor has his facts all lined up.
You haven½t heard the defense case yet.
You sound as if you½re ready to hang him.
Besides...
...you can½t depend on facts...
-...not by themselves. -What else is there?
Emotions?
Facts you can cling to. Emotions just float away.
Then let them.
I love you.
You smell like cedar.
So do you.
I can hear your heart beating.
"Dear Ishmael...
"...I can't think of. anything more painf.ul...
"...than writing this letter to you.
"I f.eel I have to tell you the truth. "
I know it's late. I went by the lighthouse and I f.ound a report that stated that...
Just came across some inf.ormation. It may be relevant to Kazuo's case.
...a giant f.reighter passed through at the exact time that Carl died.
I think it's something that should have been discussed.
I love you.
Not just Hawaii.
They½ re attacking all over the Pacific. The whole fleet½s destroyed.
The FBl½s in Seattle arresting Jap traitors. Spies and everything.
The defense commissioner reckons anything can happen.
There½ll be a blackout.
These people are our neighbors.
Make sure you paper up your windows...
...so the Japs won½t find us.
They've sent their sons into the U.S. army.
They're no more an enemy than...
...our fellow islanders of German or ltalian descent.
You get the message?
Mr. Lamberson?
We get the message.
Let us live that when it is over we can look each other in the eye and know...
...that we have acted honorably.
Set that for me, would you?
½'Let us live...
½'...that when it is over...
½'...we can look each other...
½'...in the eye...
½'...and know...
½'...that we...
½'...have acted...
½'...honorably.½'
The FBl has arrested Mr. Shirasaki...
...and his family can½t leave their house.
Everything will be all right.
I promise.
We are loyal.
-lt½s for our defense. -Everyone on the island has these things.
They½ll hold onto this stuff for a while then ship it back to you.
Nothing to worry about.
You folks have been real polite.
We½ll be out of here in just a second.
That½s very nice.
From the old country, it appears.
Very high class.
These are...
...real nice things.
They½ll take special care of...
...any old-country stuff we have to take.
Strawberry Princess?
You must½ve been flattered by that.
Crawford, guess what was in the shed?
Dynamite.
Twenty-four sticks.
That½s for tree stumps...
...for clearing land.
Maybe, but this is still bad, you see.
It½s illegal contraband. You½re supposed to turn that in.
We½ve gotta arrest you and bring you to Seattle.
We don½t need those. Mr. Imada-san is a class act, a real gentleman.
You can½t do this. He½s done nothing wrong!
Best for an honest man to clear his name for good.
Excuse me, would you mind?
Journalism is the f.acts.
Which facts? You can½t print them all. Journalism is making choices.
Culling out what½s unimportant.
You know what happens to Jap lovers?
Jap lovers get their balls cut of.f. and shoved down their throats.
Better watch your step.
-lt½s unbelievable to me. -I don½t know, Mom.
The PTA honors 23 women. Dad singles out three names and they½re all Japanese.
That½s not journalism. It½s propaganda.
-This is dangerous, Arthur. -lt½ll blow over.
Did you see the letters?
½'Seems like you½re favoring the Japs, Art.
½'Your newspaper½s an insult to all white Americans.
-½'Please cancel my subscription.½' -What are you gonna do?
Send him a refund.
What happened to the Petersen ad I put together?
They pulled out.
So did the gas station...
...and Larson, and the cafe.
What now?
Print four pages instead of eight.
½'Please tell Sumiko to help her mother with the garden work.
½'We are digging trenches for a water system.
½'l am folding and ironing clothing in the laundry.½'
The hajukin, they are no better than animals!
Not all of them.
How would you know?
-I live here among them. So do you! -You speak with great assurance.
The words fly from your mouth.
I don½t care what you say.
Do you hear me? I don½t want to be Japanese!
Marry me, Hatsue.
Please say yes.
We'll leave here.
Are you crazy?
I want you to marry me.
So, Dr. Whitman, sir, you found...
...the blood on the gaff...
...was not fish blood at all.
It was human, yes?
-Type B positive. -Carl Heine½s type.
Yes, but you can½t say with any certainty that the blood was his.
No, but as I say the...
...type is rare.
Ten percent of Caucasian males. Whereas the...
-...defendant is type O. -Yes, sir, you told us.
No one is contesting that. But you also told us that...
...you scraped the dry blood from the handle of the gaff.
An object was propelled against....
...found on Carl Heine½s boat....
But, the strange thing is....
You asked me to explain it--
The State calls Mrs. Susan Marie Heine.
Can you think back for me to the morning of September 8?
The morning af.ter your husband...
...purchased the Jurgensen f.arm.
One week bef.ore his death.
Did the defendant come calling that day to speak to your husband?
It½s no big deal.
It½s a long story.
He wants to buy seven of Ole½s acres.
The ones his family had.
You know that thing my mother talks about?
Had a feeling it was that. What did you tell him?
What could I tell him? There½s my mother to think about.
I said l½d...
...think it over, and have a talk with you.
He go away angry?
-I couldn½t tell. You can½t read Japs. -Don½t say that.
You don½t mean that. You fished together.
You and he were friends.
We were kids then.
So your husband said he'd think it over.
He encouraged Mr. Miyamoto...
...to believe he might--
Well, I wouldn½t say encouraged.
But he didn½t say no, did he?
He didn½t say no hope existed.
Not in those words.
So, the defendant was encouraged to hope.
How could anyone know what he hopes for or anything else he½s thinking?
But, Mrs. Heine...
...you really think that½s fair?
-Objection. That½s totally irrelevant. -There½s nothing more relevant!
You know that as well as anybody.
Gentlemen, please!
Back to your corners.
Mrs. Heine, l½m very sorry for this little interruption.
No further questions.
Thank you, Mrs. Heine. You may step down.
The State rests, Your Honor.
Very well. Mr. Gudmundsson...
...the defense may call its first witness.
The defense calls Mrs. Hatsue Miyamoto.
My husband came home excited.
He woke me with the news.
He told me he helped Carl at sea...
...and Carl had agreed to sell us the land.
We started making plans right away.
When did you first learn that Carl Heine had drowned?
1:00 that af.ternoon...
...f.rom a clerk at Petersen's.
-What is it? -Carl Heine½s dead.
It½s all over the island.
-What do you mean? -He drowned. They found him in his net.
-Poor Susan Marie and those kids. -I can½t believe it.
Gotta get to the boat, replace that battery.
-What are you talking about? -I was on his boat last night, remember?
But you were helping him. Tell the sherif.f..
Are you kidding?
You think they're gonna believe me?
It½s the truth, isn½t it?
That's right. Let's just leave it at that.
Your husband came home agitated after being at sea with the deceased?
I said ½'excited½'...
...not ½'agitated.½'
He was excited in the sense of being overjoyed.
You were...
...overjoyed yourself to hear the news?
Happy for him, and relieved.
So then you and your husband, you must½ve called...
...friends and relatives to tell them the happy news, yes?
No.
Really?
You didn½t call your family about starting a new life?
Your husband never tells his family the family honor½s been vindicated?
We decided not to tell anyone...
...until we signed papers in case something went wrong.
Then something did.
Carl Heine was found dead...
...with his head crushed.
And then, what was there to call about?
Everything was up in the air.
½'Up in the air.½'
Was that your reaction?
So, apart from your concern...
...about a land deal evaporating, what was your reaction...
...to the news that a husband...
...and father to small children was dead with his skull bashed in?
If you mean to imply that we didn½t care about Carl½s death...
...that is wrong and insulting.
I see.
Did it occur to you to come forward...
...and tell Sheriff Moran about the encounter in the fog?
The dead battery, was it?
We discussed that...
...and decided not to.
Why not?
Because things looked bad.
Very bad!
Kazuo and I knew that.
We thought he could end up here on trial for murder.
And that½s exactly what has happened.
But if truth was on your side, whatever were you worried about?
Trials...
...aren½t only about truth...
-...even though they should be. -You hid the truth...
...deliberately. You lied, didn½t you?
Coming forward seemed like a mistake.
Doesn½t it seem to you that your mistake was in being deceitful...
...and deliberately concealing information during a sheriff½s investigation?
It seems human to me.
I suppose you mean that this somehow excuses your lies?
I don½t know.
I don½t understand.
I½m completely at a loss.
How on earth can you expect any of us to believe you now?
-Question withdrawn, Your Honor. -Wait a minute!
-I haven½t had a chance. -No further questions.
That½s enough, Mrs. Miyamoto.
Not another word.
The fact that you wish to give Mr. Hooks a piece of your mind...
...that just isn½t allowed.
Very well.
Mr. Gudmundsson, will you redirect--
Under the circumstances, we will adjourn early.
9:30 tomorrow.
This is a very fine car.
Much better than the new ones.
Well, it was my father½s.
He was a good man.
I know it½s caused you trouble, but the snow½s beautiful, isn½t it?
Yes, very beautiful.
This trial is unfair.
Your father would have written about that in his paper.
What would he have said?
How this trial is wrong!
The whole thing is unfair!
Sometimes I think unfairness is...
...a part of things.
I½m not talking about the whole universe. I½m talking about people.
The coroner, that prosecutor.
You could do something to help.
Is that what you think?
Maybe I should write an article.
About unfairness.
About all the unfair things people do to each other.
Excuse me, Mrs. Chambers.
The Japanese people of the island are saddened by this loss.
Your husband was a man of great fairness and compassion for others.
A friend to us and to all people.
We know you will follow in his footsteps, lshmael...
...and honor his legacy.
Thank you.
You should stay the night.
-Don½t drive back through this. -l½ve got an early start.
This room is full of ghosts, isn½t it?
I hate to see you this way.
I don½t know what you mean.
She½s married, lshmael.
Look, it½s awfully cold in here. Let½s talk in the kitchen.
I don½t wanna talk about anything.
-You½re just like your father. -l½m not just like my father!
I know everyone wishes I was. When they look at me...
...I can hear them thinking, ½'He½s only half the man his father was.½'
I was only going to say he never minded the cold.
It½s not such a terrible thing...
...being your father½s son.
Pardon us, Your Majesty.
Who½s your lover boy?
Give it back!
Does this explain your eagerness to walk in the woods every day?
Does it?
Answer me!
½'Dear lshmael...
½'...I can½t think of anything more painful...
½'...than writing this letter to you.
½'l feel I have to tell you the truth.
½'When we met the last time in the cedar tree...
½'...and I felt your body move against mine...
½'...I knew with certainty...
½'...that everything was wrong.
½'l knew we could never be right together...
½'...and that soon I would have to tell you so.
½'And now...
½'...with this letter...
"...I am telling you.
"This is the last time I'll write to you.
"I'm not yours anymore.
"I don't love you, Ishmael.
"I can think of. no more honest way to say it.
"When I heard your heart beating...
"...as we lay together...
"...I f.elt closer to you than I had ever been to anyone.
"And I knew...
"... when I heard your heart beating...
"...it could not last f.orever.
"This is the last time I'll write to you.
"I knew with certainty that everything was wrong.
"I loved you...
"...and I didn't love you at the same moment.
"I can think of. no more honest way to say it.
"I don't love you, Ishmael.
"I knew it. I can think of. no more honest way to say it.
"I loved you...
"...and I didn't love you at the same moment.
"I'm going to move on with my lif.e...
"...as best I can.
"And I hope that you will, too.
"I don't love you, Ishmael.
"I can think of. no more honest way to say it.
"Whenever we were together...
"...I knew it.
"I loved you...
"...and I didn't love you at the same moment.
½'You must live.
½'l must say good-bye to you.
"I know you will do great things in this world.
"You have a gentle heart.
"A good heart.
"I will never f.orget you...
"...and the time we spent together. "
Scissors.
Retractor.
Reticular clamp.
Fuckin½ Jap bitch.
-They½re sending you to Europe? -I think so.
Why did you have to volunteer?
They½ll hear everything.
Wouldn½t some music be nice?
Have you ever done this before?
Never.
You½re my only.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...
...and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
I do.
I heard an air horn and saw a lantern in the f.og.
That you, Miyamoto?
And another one in Carl's hand.
What½s up, Carl?
Both my batteries are drawn down.
The generator belts were loose.
Lantern and air horn½s all I got. I½m dead here.
No problem.
We'll pull one of. my batteries and get you started.
That thing½s big, but it½ll fit if I bang the flange out of the way.
We can use this to hammer with.
I can½t imagine why you kept this story from the sheriff.
Why?
I didn½t have a lawyer.
Even after you had an attorney, you still claimed to know nothing.
You claim not to have seen Carl.
-Am I correct? -Yes, initially.
½'lnitially.½'
That½s an interesting word. You½d been arrested.
You had a lawyer. You still claimed ignorance.
I should½ve told everything right away.
½'Should½ve told everything.½'
Meaning you should½ve told the truth.
But is that the truth?
The whole truth? Is it?
You don't wanna hear the whole truth.
Why don½t you try me?
The whole truth is, I wanted to kill him.
But did you?
Nothing to say?
It½ll take me a while to charge up.
We½ll catch up on the dock.
Nothing to say?
-I didn½t know that was a question. -My apologies. Do you regret...
-...not telling the truth? -I have told the truth.
You mean this morning. The battery story. That one is the truth?
-That½s a question, sir. -Yes.
And I told it long before this morning.
You said in your testimony...
...that...
...½'l slept until 1:30 when my wife woke me with the news.
½'We talked for a while, then I went straight to my boat.½'
You didn½t go anywhere else but to your boat.
-ls that the truth? -Yes.
The sheriff found two batteries in your well.
If, as you claim, you left one with Carl...
...how½s that possible?
I had a spare battery in my shed.
I brought it down and put it in before the sheriff came.
Conveniently, in your shed.
Why does the battery story change every time a new question½s raised?
You asked me if I went straight to the boat. I did, with the battery.
And the new line? Was that in your shed? You have a regular chandlery in there?
You have no answer, you sit in silence with no expression?
You½re a hard man to trust, sir.
Objection!
Sustained.
You know better than that.
Either ask questions that count for something or sit down.
Shame on you.
No further questions.
Believing that Etta Heine½s son...
...would never sell him the land, land that in his mind...
...belonged to his family.
His only chance to get that land...
...would be to eliminate Carl Heine.
Thus believing that cold-blooded murder was justified...
...he trailed Carl.
He strikes the treacherous blow he½d been trained to strike by his father.
After a series of lies...
...the defendant at last admits he was there...
...alone on the boat in the fog.
Carl Heine½s blood on his fishing gaff.
Seven acres.
I just wonder what you½d pay for ½em. Just curious, is all.
What are you selling ½em for?
Did I say I was sellin½?
If I was, I guess l½d have to...
...figure you want ½em real bad. I ought to charge a small fortune, maybe.
All right, l½m sorry about it, okay? About the whole damn mess.
$1,200 an acre.
That½s what I paid Ole. You got no choice on that.
We½ll sign off tomorrow.
Look clearly at the defendant.
See the truth self-evident in him...
...and in the facts of this case.
Look into his eyes, ladies and gentlemen.
Consider his face.
Ask yourself...
...each one of you:
½'What is my duty as a citizen of this community?
½'Of this country?
½'As an American?½'
There½s no evidence of anger at Carl, much less rage...
...much less murderous rage.
No reason for premeditation.
No evidence of it anywhere.
He had asked...
...his childhood friend to sell him some land. And Carl was considering it.
Carl½s own wife testified that...
...her husband had not made up his mind.
A strange moment to follow and kill a man.
Don½t you think?
What Mr. Hooks asks you to believe is that no proof is needed...
...against a man who bombed Pearl Harbor.
½'Look at his face,½' the prosecutor said...
...presuming that you will see an enemy there.
He½s counting on you...
...to remember this war and to see Kazuo Miyamoto as...
...somehow connected with it.
Indeed he is!
Let us recall that...
...First Lieutenant Kazuo Miyamoto is a much-decorated hero...
...of the United States Army.
Kazuo Miyamoto did...
...one thing wrong.
He wasn½t certain he could trust us.
He was afraid that he would be made the victim of prejudice...
...as Mr. Hooks, indeed...
...is urging you to do.
There½s reason in his uncertainty.
Why?
Well, we sent him and his wife and...
...thousands of Americans to concentration camps.
They lost their homes, their belongings...
...everything.
Should we now be unforgiving of his mistrust?
Our learned prosecutor will have you do your duty as Americans.
Proud Americans.
Of course, you must! And if you do...
...Kazuo Miyamoto has nothing to fear. Because...
...this great country is supposed to be founded on a set of principles...
...of fairness...
...of equality and justice. And if you are true...
...to these principles...
...you½ll only convict a man for what he½s done, and not for who he is.
I½m an old man.
I don½t walk so well anymore. One of my eyes is close to useless.
My life is drawing to a close.
Why do I say this?
I say this because it means that I ponder matters...
...in the light of death...
...in a way that most of you do not.
I feel like a traveler descended...
...from Mars, astounded by what I see here.
The same human frailty...
...passed on from generation to generation.
We hate one another. We are the victims of...
...irrational fears, of prejudice.
You might think...
...that this is a small trial in a small place.
It isn½t.
Every once in a while, somewhere in the world...
...humanity goes on trial...
...and integrity...
...and decency.
Every once in a while...
...ordinary people just like you, ladies and gentlemen...
...get called on to give the report card for the human race.
In the name of humanity...
...do your duty as jurors.
Return this man to his wife and children.
Set him free...
...as you must.
Good night, Mrs. Miyamoto.
Please.
I know you'll think this is crazy...
...but all I want to do is hold you.
I think that if. you'll let me do that just f.or a f.ew seconds...
...I can walk away...
...and never speak to you again.
Can you please look at me?
I did a terrible thing.
But you have to hear this.
I can never touch you.
You have to let go.
That½s the way things are.
Things end, lshmael.
They do.
You have to let go.
I went by the lighthouse, and I found a report that stated...
...a freighter passed through the Channel at the time of Carl½s death.
This is something that should½ve been discussed at the trial.
I can½t believe I let you rope me into this.
We½ve been over these boats a dozen times.
If there½s a lantern on Carl½s mast, then Miyamoto½s story½s true.
See?
No lantern.
What are those?
-Nothing. Bits of twine. -Bits of twine aren½t nothing.
Maybe somebody should take a look at those.
Don½t touch anything up there. It½s still a crime scene, remember?
Don½t ever touch something at a crime scene.
Doesn½t the phrase, ½'The jury½s out,½' mean anything to you?
They½re lashings.
Figure-eight lashings all cut through.
And you know something?
These stains here on the mast...
...they could be blood.
The cut on his hand.
See this?
I think you better come down here.
-There½s something you should see. -What the hell is it now?
-What? -Take a look at this.
This better be good.
I can admit evidence if required in the interest of justice.
Only if it changes everything.
Nels explained that to you?
-Yes, he did. -Very well then.
About this second lantern and the freighter.
Af.ter Miyamoto lef.t, and Carl's engine was running...
...he must have remembered the lantern, so he climbs up to cut it down.
Everything fits: the coast guard report, the lanterns, the f.reighter's course...
... the cof.f.ee cup, the time on Carl's watch and Carl's blood on the fishing gaf.f..
Your Honor, that is the rankest speculation.
Please, spare me.
-With all due respect-- -You listen here!
We½re going to hear this theory out.
If justice demands it, we½re gonna let the jury hear it...
...just in case it might be the truth.
-The head wound? -We f.ound a small f.racture in the gunnel.
-Just below the mast. -Anything could½ve caused it.
-Anything with human hair. -Why?
May l?
This isn½t a legal case.
There½s no way to prove any of this, Your Honor.
This certainly warrants a fresh look.
I want to think about it.
By the way...
...this coast guard report, when did you come across it?
Was it today you went out to the lighthouse?
Day before yesterday.
You½re wondering why I held on to it.
Perhaps I have some...
...idea.
Could it have anything to do...
...with the way you look at her?
It takes a rare thing...
...a turning point...
...to free oneself from any...
...obsession. Be it prejudice or hate or...
...even love.
I had to, really.
I had no choice.
You½re sounding just a little like your father.
Did I ever tell you how much I liked him?
I keep thinking about Carl.
How unfair it seems.
An accident. Just like that.
Things just bear down on us, I suppose.
A freighter in the fog.
Or a war.
Accident rules every corner of the universe.
Except maybe...
...the chambers of the human heart.
Morning, Horace.
Reminds you of 1930, doesn½t it?
I believe you½re thinking of 1929.
Of course it was.
Winter of ½29.
All rise.
The Superior Court of the State of Washington...
...County of San Piedro, is now in session.
Members of the jury:
The court thanks you for your diligence in the task you½ve performed...
...under difficult circumstances.
However...
...in the light of the new forensic evidence we have heard...
...you are hereby discharged from your responsibilities.
Order.
You will resume your seats.
Settle down.
Let us not forget...
...we have been considering the death of one man...
...as well as pondering the fate of another.
Will the defendant please rise?
Kazuo Miyamoto...
...in the interest of justice...
...the charges against you are dismissed. You½re free to go home.
Can I hold you now?
I½m so grateful for your gentle heart.
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