Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects

Don't forget Sunday, on the 15th.

Eliseo is cooking.

That's Marie's brother.

He's the sous chef at Saint Maxime's.

You know, Kathy says that

California Nouvelle is finished.

People want to go back to pot roast

and mashed potatoes.

Saint Maxime's is not a joint...

where the vegetables look like baby doodoo.

It's that sleazebag Duke.

That kid looks like a minor to me.

- Yeah.

- She looks the same age as my daughter.

Let's go in.

That little girl that just came in here,

which room?

That would be which girl, sir?

You try me,

you'll wish you were back in Mother India.

211, sir!

Thought I heard a scream in here.

- Jesus Christ! Who the f*** are you?

- Get that kid over to Father Burke's.

F*** you and your badge!

You can't come in here like that

and abuse somebody's privacy!

- I'm going to take you down to the station.

- Bullshit I am!

Motherfucking b*tch!

You f***ing ass!

Come on, fuckhead! Come on, f***er!

You dirty bastard.

You get pleasure from hurting kids.

You're going to swear out a statement

that that shitbag Duke...

brings those kids to you.

I can't do that.

He'll blow the f***ing whistle on me!

In that case, you're going to feel

what it's like to be one of those little kids!

I don't think I'm going to be able

to eat tonight.

What's wrong?

That awful guy Tovar picking on you again?

It's the job, Kathleen.

It's the job.

It's the rotten people, it's the filth.

I'm getting to be just like them.

Don't ever say that.

I feel like walking away

from this damn job now!

And give it all up?

The security, the seniority, the pension?

You know the idea

you and me were talking about?

Buying the little place up in Carmel,

maybe like a tavern. We could do that.

We could make a go of it, you know.

I did something today.

I did something stupid.

It might jeopardize my pension.

Is Rios involved?

No, and I can't tell him.

I know you didn't lie, you didn't steal...

and it's not about drugs.

So I think somebody just got your Irish up...

and you handled it

in an extra-departmental manner.

- You always try to make me feel better.

- Yes.

And you do. Thanks.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Remember, please,

we try not to speak Japanese in class.

Now then, Hada-San, would you join me?

No bows, Mr. Hada.

Remember, bows make Westerners

very uncomfortable.

Just a handshake.

- Very good, Mr. Hada.

- Very good.

Very good. Yes, indeed. Thank you.

Now then, we shall assume that

we are in the Los Angeles offices...

of the General Electric Corporation.

I'm a Mr. Jones,

who has invited you for lunch. Shall we?

Okay.

Mr. Hada, how are you?

Hello, Mr. Jones!

My...

bowels are not good.

No.

Please, understand, Mr. Hada...

that the phrase, "How are you, Mr. Hada?"...

does not require an answer,

other than, "How are you, Mr. Jones?"

Because neither Mr. Jones

nor any other American...

gives a damn about your health,

your family, or your problems.

And you cannot ever speak of bowels...

in polite society.

Things that occur below the belt,

or below the obi for that matter...

may be perfectly natural in Japan.

But they are kinjite...

forbidden subjects, in the West.

No...

I have an hour's ride home.

Please...

rest well, everybody.

Until tomorrow, then.

Good night.

Good night.

I like you coming in here

with your dictionary, like a student.

And you like students?

It was a student who made me a woman.

I was afraid, and he was so strong.

You can have

your student again, Nobu-Chan.

Let me sleep with you tonight.

You've had too much to drink, Hada-San.

I don't want to spend the night

watching you sleep.

Don't put me off, Nobu-Chan.

I am perfectly capable.

Good night, Hada-San.

They're at it again.

It's mother's fault. Father is a man.

He should not be criticized all the time.

It's his business

that keeps him out late at night.

Mother does not want him drinking,

or spending time with bargirls.

That's called business entertainment.

That's why we have a nice home.

That's why we go skiing in the winter.

You are going through the motions

of being a dutiful wife.

But there is no kindness to it.

Without looking at you...

I can see the disapproval on your face.

Your parents did you no favor

sending you to a Christian school.

The teacher filled your head

with nonsense about sin and guilt...

and with fables, which, in Japan,

we confine in the children's books.

But of obligations, they taught you nothing.

I have fulfilled my obligations to you...

to the girls,

to the company and to the country.

I know you are a good provider...

but it is this filth I cannot stand.

You, a father, hiding this dirt.

It makes me afraid of your sexual thoughts.

These are adult comic books, Kazuko.

Men read them on the train,

and in the office.

As to my sexual thoughts,

they shouldn't frighten you.

You rarely give me

an opportunity to share them.

But then...

your sexual gifts are few and bitter.

I am sorry.

Please, forgive me.

Hi, Daddy.

You know Vinnie.

He plays basketball for St. Ambrose.

Nice to see you again, sir.

You know it's after 11:00?

Don't athletes need their sleep?

And so do 15-year-old schoolgirls.

Parochial-school schoolgirls.

Why do we send her to a parochial school?

The nuns don't teach her anything.

You know,

she's down there in the dark with that stud.

Why does that disturb you?

Would you rather she were

in the back seat of a car somewhere?

What's wrong with Vince?

He's a very nice young man.

What got you upset?

His buttons open? His zipper at half-mast?

Do you have to paint pictures?

That's our daughter we're talking about.

Second down and 15

at the Cobras' 15-yard line.

Mike Mendoza now at quarterback.

Pass complete to Joe Kelly,

first down at the Chicago 20-yard line.

Durwood Broadmore made the stop.

This is a waste of time.

We'll never get anything inside this place.

Keep your zipper up, man. It's still early.

Mendoza to Wade Hawkins.

Tackle made by the Bruisers' Carl Haygins.

Check out the little girl in Section 3.

Five yards for the score

by running back Wimpy Pal.

Touchdown Los Angeles Cobras!

Lavonne...

I want you to see something.

Section C, Aisle 3.

She's making my hormone count soar.

Who's the ugly bastard?

That's Crowe from Vice.

The guy that's been

f***ing up my business.

And the pass is intercepted by Wimpy Pal.

Penalty flag on the play.

Offside is charged against the Bruisers.

Let's go.

Pendahos on to attempt a 20-yard field goal.

You're really lucky

to have a great guy like that for a dad.

I know it.

But sometimes he can be really extreme.

When he's like that, my mom says,

"It's Crowe against the world."

Wait, I forgot to ask my dad for drinks.

- Come on, let's go.

- Yeah.

Hey, Crowe, you sly dog.

You like young p*ssy, don't you?

I saw you sitting with a poon pie.

She's worth $5,000 a week, man.

Put her on the streets.

Yeah, man, you can make a fortune.

He is extreme. No question about it.

There you go, Father.

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