- Move it up. - Is this right?
Yeah, yeah.
- We're not supposed to take these. - Don't worry about it.
-Just get the net in. - I don't think you're--
Oh, Jesus.
We're 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 on me when the fog rolled in. I got out of there.
We got Ferry, Hartwell, Molton, Miyamoto.
- Anybody else? -Japs.
I figured you'd have heard by now.
All right, if you see any of these guys--
Art's starting to sound like a real sheriff.
I think this was just an accident.
Of course it is, but a man's dead, William.
I've gotta write my report. Guys.
Chambers, tell me...
I'm not gonna pick up your newspaper...
and read some article about an investigation, am I?
- You want me to lie? - No, I wanna be off the record.
That's what I want.
I mean, if there's a killer, why would you want 'em all alerted?
- So it is a murder investigation? - I didn't say that.
Hatsue? You all right?
Go away, Ishmael.
- Look, I just wanted to tell you-- - Go away.
There you go, Miyamoto.
Sir.
Sir, just a minute.
Morning, Kazuo.
I've come to get you off.
- Good morning, sir. - Counselor.
- Sorry I'm late. - That's all right.
Looks like we have a good turnout.
How about that jury? What a bunch of yokels.
Have you seen the Silent Review rag?
Guy writes like this trial is the biggest thing ever happened.
Why is this news in Seattle?
Because he's a Jap. Simple as that.
Hey, 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 fateful September morning?
Mainly, how quiet it was out there...
and things just didn't add up.
- ""Add up""? What do you mean? - A fisherman drowned. 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, Art, and his net's out.
- I got a bad feeling about this. - Don't say that, Abel.
Don't even think like that. Jesus.
There's nothing in the hold, Art, apart from fish.
You wanna pull up the net?
So looking at the evidence there...
you determined this was no accident.
Well, no, I didn't determine much of anything at first.
I just kept wondering what I was gonna say to his family.
I mean, after all, I knew the guy.
I knew his wife and children and--
- Hey, men. - Hi.
- Is your mother home? - She's inside.
Go on and play now.
- Right in there. - Okay.
Susan Marie?
Come in! I'll be right down!
Hey. What can I do for you, Art? Carl's not home yet.
That's why I--
That's why I'm here.
I'm afraid I've got some very bad news to tell you.
The worst kind of news.
Carl died last night out at Ship Channel Bank.
Carl's just fine.
I found him, Susan Marie.
I found him tangled in his net.
I knew this would happen.
I warned him.
Well, Sheriff, you said there was no sign of a struggle.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, as I said...
with a fella as particular as Carl...
there were a couple of things that struck me as odd, yeah.
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 didn't fit right.
A battery cover that didn't fit.
- What did you make of that? - Objection.
Asking the witness to speculate.
Gosh, Alvin, was I supposed to object every time you did that?
That's quite enough horseplay. Try and act your age.
If I did that, Your Honor, I'd be dead.
- Proceed, gentlemen. - There's an objection, Your Honor.
And it's 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 didn't fit-- a man as particular as Carl?
Oh, yeah. No, I wondered.
But he'd done some on-the-spot work, you see.
And the flange was kind of banged away...
to make room for the one that was too big.
Would this ""too big"" battery have fit, say...
Kazuo Miyamoto's battery?
It was the exact same type as Miyamoto's, that's for sure.
But, he had both of his batteries in...
when we searched his boat later on, so I--
When you fall off a motorcycle, the injuries look different.
Now, in this case, the injury had been inflicted...
by a long, narrow, flat object.
Like a fishing gaff, for example?
That's very possible.
- Yeah. - Now, you say...
it was a laceration...
- two-and-a-half inches long... - He was hit hard.
over the left ear.
- Wanna play Sherlock Holmes? - The bone under it...
fractured over a four-inch area.
- What would've caused that? - I'll tell you what...
a head wound like this puts me in mind of.
I've 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, ""You wanna play Sherlock Holmes...
look for a Jap with a bloody gun butt.''
What led you to that conclusion?
I've 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.
How did you determine this?
As I've already testified, I found foam in the deceased's lungs.
Yes, this foam.
I'm not sure I understand about this, Horace.
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 I'm confused.
Because a drowned person doesn't breathe, so--
Of course not. The foam means that he went in breathing.
That's why the autopsy report shows drowning as the cause of death.
I see. Meaning that...
he wasn't murdered first, say on the deck of the boat...
- and then thrown overboard. - Well, you can always--
Thank you, Horace. That's important. That's good.
But there's something else I'd like to ask you about.
Something in your report.
Go ahead, ask.
About the wound to the deceased's 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?
It's my job to infer. That's what coroners do-- we infer.
That's my area of expertise-- inference.
Of course it is. Of course, Horace.
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.
So if the head struck something narrow and flat...
like the gunnel of the boat or net roller, a fairlead...
could that have happened?
If a head were moving fast enough, but I don't see how it could be.
Nonetheless, it is possible?
Sir, anything's possible.
Is it fair to say that you don't know for certain which it was?
Look, didn't 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, thank you, Horace. You've been more than helpful.
- No further questions. - The witness may stand down.
We'll take our lunch recess now. Reconvene at 1:30 sharp.
How are the kids?
They made a snowman to welcome you home.
Wow, that's great.
Anyway, just a few more days.
You look beautiful. I'm not going until you smile.
I think it's dangerous with this jury.
I'm sorry I kissed you on the beach.
Let's just forget about it. Forget it happened.
Don't be sorry. I'm 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.
What's the point of that?
It's a part of grace. You boys don't understand.
Try me.
She doesn't let me get away with anything.
It's the same for me...
except it's my dad.
Know what would happen to an operator...
who got his sleeve caught in the press, huh?
Do you?
He'd 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.
We'll make a newspaperman out of you yet.
Hey, James!
Did you ever wonder why the Strawberry Princess...
- is always a Japanese girl? - Not really.
I'm sure your father will explain it to you anyway.
It's sort of an unwitting virgin sacrifice.
A concept of racial harmony, you know...
and for a while it seems to work.
- That's the Fujita girl, isn't it? - No, that's Hatsue Imada.
Oh, yes, she's lovely.
Mrs. Heine...
you were acquainted...
with the defendant and his family, were you not?
Ja. 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.
- That's seven acres, yeah? - No.
Where, to the edge of the mountain?
All right.
All right, all right, all right, you drive a hard bargain.
And that's where all this trouble started.
But how can this be, hmm...
since we all know that it is against the law...
for Japanese born to own land?
Even leasing is illegal.
So now, what was the point of this payment plan?
Their kids was born here. So, when the oldest...
that one there, was 20...
and last payment gets 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 it will rot. Today I have half money for next payment.
Absolutely not. I'm not going to take your savings.
You take money. $125.
I will send more from where I'm going.
If not enough, sell my seven acres of berries, keep money.
I thought you was giving us those.
Didn't 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 money.
Etta has been rude to you. For that I apologize.
Keep this money.
As payment, we'll work out--
So the arrangement was, those payments would be made...
- somewhere down the road. - Somewhere down the road.
The road ended when my husband passed away.
I couldn't run the farm by myself...
so I sold...
all 30 acres to Ole Jurgenson.
For a fair price this time.
And I sent back their equity...
to those Japs down to that camp in California...
which I didn't have to do.
So they got all their money back?
That was that...
or did you hear from the defendant's family again?
Oh, yes, I heard from them.
I heard from that one there.
That one sitting there just showed up at my door.
Carl's overseas. He's fighting the Japs.
- What is it you want? - I came to get our land back.
It isn't yours.
It's Ole Jurgenson's now. Talk to him.
I just did. He didn't know it was our land.
You didn't tell him Mr. Heine promised my father--
I'm supposed to tell him there's some illegal contract...
muddling things up?
You people didn't make your payments.
In America, the bank comes in and repossesses your land.
I didn't 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 Jurgenson pay you per acre?
A thousand.
I guess that makes what would have been $4,500...
into $7,000, doesn't it?
So if you sent the equity back, you had a profit...
of $2,500?
- Is that your third question? - It is.
You've done your math right.
You too, Mrs. Heine.
No further questions.
You may step down, Mrs. Heine.
Before we adjourn for the day, there's one more thing.
This court take 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. What's the big attraction?
I'm checking lighthouse records to see if it's...
the biggest snowstorm in island history.
Where were you in '29? That was a snowstorm.
- Real blizzard. - Is that right?
If you don't believe me, check the 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, Dave.
Everything's 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 don't know when to shut up.
Well, just yell if you need me.
Left is this. This is right.
Your move.
Correcting course via Ship Channel Bank.
lf this is correct-- Pilot relays position--
At 1.:48 a.m., SS West Corona made a corrective dogleg to the northwest.
Ship's navigator took three insurance readings.
Hey, Levant?
Here's the shipping channel.
Any freighter off course can dogleg back through here.
But that only happens if we're really socked in.
Don't the gill-netters work off this bank?
Not even they're 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.
Doesn't make him guilty.
- This island ought to be ashamed. - lt'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 haven't heard the defense case yet.
You sound as if you're ready to hang him.
Besides, you can't depend on facts, not by themselves.
What else is there? Emotions?
Facts you can cling to. Emotions just float away.
Then let them.
l love you.
You smell like cedar.
So do you.
I can hear your heart beating.
Dear lshmael--
l can't think of anything more painful...
than writing this letter to you.
l feel l have to tell you the truth.
l know it's late. l went by the lighthouse...
and l found a report that stated--
Just came across some information. lt may be relevant to Kazuo's case.
l went by the lighthouse and found a report that stated...
a giant freighter passed through at the exact time that Carl died.
l think it's something that should have been discussed.
l love you.
Not just Hawaii. They're attacking all over the Pacific.
The whole fleet's destroyed.
The FBI is in Seattle now, arresting Jap traitors.
Spies and everything.
The defense commissioner reckons anything can happen.
There'll be a blacklist.
These people are our neighbors.
Make sure you paper up your windows.
So the Japs won't find us.
They've sent their sons to the United States Army.
They're no more an enemy...
than our fellow islanders of German or Italian descent.
- You get the message? - Mr. Lambertson?
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?
Let us live...
that when it is over...
we can look each other...
in the eye...
and know...
that we...
have acted...
honorably.
The FBI has arrested Mr. Surosake...
and his family can't leave their house.
Everything will be all right.
I promise.
We are loyal. It's for our defense.
Everyone on the island has these things.
They'll hold on to this stuff for a little bit...
then ship it back to you-- nothing to worry about.
You folks have been real polite.
Be out of your hair in just a second.
That's very nice. From the old country, it appears.
Very high-class.
These are real nice things.
They'll take special care of'em.
Any old-country stuff we have to take.
Strawberry Princess, huh?
You must've been flattered by that.
Hey, Crawford, guess what was in the shed.
Dynamite.
Twenty-four sticks.
That's for tree stumps...
for clearing land.
Maybe, but this is still bad, you see.
It's illegal contraband. You're supposed to turn that in.
Now we've gotta arrest you and bring you to Seattle.
We don't need those.
Mr. Imada-san is a class act, a real gentleman.
You can't do this. He's done nothing wrong.
Best for an honest man to clear his name, for good and all.
Excuse me, would you mind?
-Journalism is the facts. - Which facts?
You can't print them all. Journalism is making choices.
Culling out what's unimportant.
You know what happens to Jap lovers?
Jap lovers get their balls cut off and shoved down their throats.
Better watch your step.
It's unbelievable to me.
I don't know, Mom. The PTA honors 23 women.
Dad singles out three names and they're allJapanese.
That's not journalism. It's propaganda.
- This is dangerous, Arthur. - It'll blow over.
Did you see the letters?
""Seems like you're favoring the Japs, Art.
Your newspaper's an insult to all white Americans.
- Please cancel my subscription.'' - 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 Larsen, and the cafe.
What now?
Print four pages instead of eight.
""Please tell Somiko to help her mother with the garden work.
We are digging trenches for a water system.
I am folding and ironing clothing in the laundry.''
The hikujin, they are no better than animals!
Not all of them.
How would you know?
Because l live here among them. So do you!
You speak with great assurance.
- The words fly from your mouth. - I don't care what you say.
Do you hear me? I don't want to be Japanese!
Marry me, Hatsue.
Please say yes.
We'll leave here.
Are you crazy?
I want you to marry me.