House of Bamboo Page #3

- She's on the level. She knows nothing.

- You think she suspected you?

- No. That photo did the trick.

Forget her.

It looks like a wake.

Maybe it is.

How long does it take you to buy a suit?

Where've you been?

What do you want, a blow-by-blow account

of everything I do?

Where'd you go?

On private business.

- Your business is our business.

- Not this kind.

It's strictly personal.

A one-man operation.

- Why waste time?

- Where'd you go?

- To see a kimona.

- Who?

Now, don't tell me girls

are out of bounds.

Who's the girl?

You don't know her.

Who's the girl, Eddie?

- Eddie Spanier.

- Eddie Spanier.

Take it easy, pop.

- Do you know any Americans?

- No.

- Where did you learn the language?

- School.

You don't have

an American boyfriend?

I don't know what you're talking about.

For the last couple of hours

was there another man here?

- A foreigner, a Westerner?

- No.

- We're wasting time.

- Bring him in.

- Friend of yours?

- No.

You never saw him before?

No.

How did you happen to pick her

for such a phony alibi?

Was I here today?

Yes.

I told you my business was personal.

You came close to losing him permanently.

Why did you lie?

I don't understand you kimona girls.

I don't know why you put a twist in a story

and almost get a guy like Eddie in trouble.

That isn't the way to act.

Why did you lie?

Ashamed? Because

he's a foreigner? Is that it?

Don't you get it?

Probably a relative,

friend of the family.

She'd lose face playing around

with a foreigner.

My apologies, Eddie.

But we're entitled to one mistake.

If you don't make a mistake...

you never know when you're right.

Sorry we roughed you up, Uncle.

- Charlie, meet me at Pachinko Number Four.

- Yes, sir.

All right, Eddie, let's go.

Give Grandpa a cigar.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

- I was afraid for you.

- How'd you know where to find me?

I'm sorry, Eddie, but I did not know

what to tell him.

I was afraid to say

I knew you.

I was afraid to say I did not.

Oh, I... I did not

know what to say, Eddie.

Well, I had to hit ya to make it look good.

Did you follow me here?

My uncle did.

He wants to go to the police.

- You stopped him.

- He's afraid for me.

- Did you stop him?

- Yes.

Tell him to keep out of this. If the police learn

about you, the killers will learn it too.

That's why I... I stopped him.

Are... Are they the men

who killed my husband?

- Maybe.

- Maybe they'll kill you.

Maybe they will.

You better beat it.

I want to help you.

How can you help me?

I don't know, but...

There's no way you can help me.

Unless maybe...

- Ah, forget it.

- Oh, there is a way I can help.

What can I do?

Are you sure you want to help?

Yes.

Stay here with me.

All of Sandy's men have kimona girls.

I can get one too. It's easy.

But I gotta have one I can trust.

One that'll cover for me.

Forget it.

It was just an idea.

Go on home to your uncle.

Good morning.

Oh, that's wonderful coffee.

Just the way I like it.

- Domo arigato.

- Huh?

Oh, that means "thank you."

That's not the same kimona

you wore last night.

Oh, I've been out already.

Brought my clothes.

What did your uncle say about that?

He knows if I do this,

there is a good reason for it.

The bath is ready.

- The bath?

- Hai.

Come. We take bath now.

We do?

I'll fix the breakfast. Oh, I bought fresh eggs

this morning on the Ginza.

Whoa! Ooh! It's hot!

It's hot.

This is not hot.

In Japan, we like

our baths boiling hot.

You... You better

go back to your eggs.

Yes. How do you like them?

Uh, on a shingle.

Shingle?

I know sunny-side up and scrambled,

but I do not know on a shingle.

Have you got any bread?

Oh, yes. I bought bread.

All you do is you toast it,

and you put an egg on it.

- You mean poached!

- Yeah, poached.

Everything all right now?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Your eggs on a shingle are ready.

What's the matter?

Anything wrong?

No. No, nothing.

But you're still in...

Your eggs get cold.

Yeah, well, I'll have my eggs

right now. In the tub.

- In the tub?

- Yeah. I, uh...

I always have my

breakfast in the bathtub.

- Domo arigato.

- You're welcome.

Your eggs will get cold.

Uh-huh.

Just the way I like it.

I can't go through with it, Eddie.

It's getting worse every day.

It's not you, Eddie.

It's me... me and my people.

It's hard for you to understand.

No foreigner does.

But living with you here like this...

brings dishonor on them...

and they hate any of us who give

that impression to foreigners.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I'm not strong enough

to live this pretense.

Inside it makes me sick, cheap.

You better go.

You are not angry?

Nah. It was a bad idea from the start.

- Hold me! Hold me!

- What?

Quick!

Sandy wants to see you.

I'm in no hurry.

Go ahead. Kiss her again.

Give me some light, Charlie.

Our objective is the Kojaku Gravel

and Cement Works...

on Honji Island in Tokyo Bay.

We'll touch down at this dock here.

- You got it? You, Skipper.

- Yes, sir?

You'll pull in in this direction.

While we attack, turn the boat around

and be ready for an immediate withdrawal.

- Have you, uh, got that special equipment?

- Yes, sir.

These are the latest photographs

of the terrain.

This is the cashier's office.

We pull back immediately to Exit "A"...

and then...

to Exit "B."

And then to the line of departure.

Now, I'd better, uh,

fill you in on our casualties.

A wounded man, whether on attack

or withdrawal, is immediately

killed by any one of us.

- What?

- Oh, I know it sounds inhuman,

but, so far, it's paid off.

That's why we're still operating.

I handpicked every one of you,

and you're only good as long

as you don't stop a bullet.

If you're hit, you're taken P.W.

And every man has a breaking point

when questioned enough.

- Any man here'll talk

if his brains are washed right.

Get that phone, Eddie.

Yeah?

What's the message?

The fog lifted.

We're all set.

- Well, let's go.

- I haven't got a weapon.

You'll get one.

- You're late.

- I know.

We were waiting for the fog to lift.

We'll make it all right. This is Eddie Spanier.

John has charge of the weapons.

Snub-nosed.38... Griff.

.45... Phil.

.38...

Charlie.

.38... Willie.

What'd you do in the war,

knock off your ordnance sergeant?

- I was the ordnance sergeant.

- Hey, 9 millimeter German job.

That's a beautiful P38.

My specialty.

- I'll take one.

- That's the only one in the outfit.

Give him a weapon.

I'm hit!

- Pick him up, Griff.

- What?

Pick him up!

Get out those smoke pots!

Somebody tell me

why I saved Eddie?

Countermanded my own order?

You tell me.

You're not my brother.

I don't owe you anything.

You never stuck out

your neck for me.

Why did I stop Griff

from finishing you off?

Maybe it's because

it was your first job.

Maybe that's it.

But I'll tell you one thing.

It'll never happen again.

Bring her in.

It's a flesh wound,

nothing serious. Go on.

You can use my house as a rest camp

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