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touched my holy of holies.

Holy sh*t!

- What's the matter, Rita?

- Some pervert touched her.

- Who?

- Some Oriental guy.

Was it one of these shitheads?

The cash, the plastic, and the Seiko, now.

Can you spell that for me?

P-U-R-R...

G-l-N-H-E-N.

All right.

Now, Rita, I know it's difficult, but...

have you some way of knowing

if he was Japanese, Chinese, or Korean?

How can you tell?

All I know is that he was not really old.

He looks...

He looks like...

Like me? Why not?

All Asians share a superficial likeness.

How was he dressed, Rita?

Would you say he was a working man,

or a businessman?

I meant, was he in a suit and tie,

or in sweats, or in a windbreaker?

He was in a suit, all right...

with a white shirt and a tie,

like a banker, you know, on TV.

Now, Rita, think real hard.

What else did you notice?

Wristwatch, pocket handkerchief,

briefcase, a camera?

There was something.

He wore a little button in his lapel. Here.

Describe it, Rita, think real hard.

It was shiny...

maybe red or blue...

Gosh, I don't know. I'm really sorry.

It gives us a better idea.

The big Japanese companies have their

employees wear their logos.

That really narrows it down.

How many Japanese businessmen

do you think there are in the city...

at any one time?

According to the LA Times, about 25,000.

I wish I could tell you how it happened.

You need not tell me anything.

All that matters is that you are at home.

Sometimes...

I think you are much more capable than I...

that you are a better person.

This is how the Chinese emperors slept.

No quilt...

and only young women to cover them.

How wise they were.

Where do you learn these wicked things?

You ask too many questions, Kazuko-Chan.

Why, Hiroshi?

The first time after so many years?

Maybe...

because we are so vulnerable here.

Somebody cops a feel off Rita on the bus.

Nothing happened, and you're behaving

like she was raped or something.

Some sleazy Oriental...

gropes my daughter,

and you say nothing happened?

My daughter?

Maybe you don't realize

what's going on in this country...

but take the Japanese, for instance...

they're buying hotels,

office buildings, golf courses.

They're taking over.

You and me, we're busting our ass,

and then we suck hind tit.

What the hell's going on up here?

You see what I mean?

Taking over. Look at that.

Move this car!

What the hell do you think this is,

a parking lot?

You are double-parked. Do you understand?

I'm going to throw your ass in jail,

if you don't move this car now.

What the hell are you looking at?

You people behave like you own this town.

Well, this is not Tokyo, this is Los Angeles.

You over there!

You're obstructing the sidewalk...

and your goddamn cars

are obstructing the thoroughfare.

And you're f***ing obstructing me!

I apologize. He's not feeling too well.

Come on, partner, let's go.

What's troubling you?

It's about this rage that I feel

ever since Rita was...

molested.

These thoughts that I have that plague me...

I have this feeling of revenge

that's eating my gut.

From what you've told me,

Rita was pawed on the bus.

Ugly as the experience was for her,

"molest" seems too strong a term...

and implies something

that never actually happened.

I detect a possessiveness, Crowe.

Rita is your daughter, she's not your wife.

I want to be sure it is a father's anger

I'm witnessing, if you follow me.

I know what you're saying, Father.

- I'm not sure I can face it.

- Listen to me.

We are all beset by demons.

Every one of us.

And it's up to you to recognize

what's bothering you.

Know your enemy, so to speak.

Deal with this in a forthright manner,

and you'll be back in a state of grace.

May the God of Justice and Mercy

strengthen your soul.

Exemplary.

Don't hold the brush so stiff.

Is this right?

You missed the upward stroke

on the right-hand side.

It's almost right.

Only the water radical is weak.

Where?

On the first stroke.

Think of ocean spray, not of ink.

Okay, everyone, class dismissed.

I'll see everyone back here in half an hour.

Hello, ladies. What would you like today?

- Ice cream.

- Ice cream.

- What did you say you wanted?

- Strawberry.

Strawberry. There you go. Enjoy.

Follow her.

Come on, Fumi-Chan,

the school bell's ringing.

I know. I won't be late.

Hello, little girl.

Will you show me where your school is?

I have an appointment

with your headmistress.

Yes, of course.

- Why have you brought me here?

- I just forgot some papers.

It'll only be a moment.

This is where I live. It's nice, isn't it?

You like my home?

It's nice.

Please, please.

I just had my physical,

and my blood pressure is up...

so no surprises, please.

Just listen up.

Japanese Middle School.

One of those private schools off Echo Park?

- You guys know it?

- Yeah.

Missing female juvenile.

Could be nothing, but...

from what I read, these Japanese

school kids, they don't play hooky.

They go to school six days a week...

do four hours of homework...

sleep maybe six hours a night.

Instead of vacations,

they enroll in cram courses.

Anyway, get on over there.

There could be diplomatic implications.

Could you replace me with somebody who's

more sympathetic to the Asian community?

Excuse me, it's because of

what happened to his daughter.

Rita? What happened?

She was molested on the bus by an Asian.

Molested? Look, this is the real world.

We don't use euphemisms.

Abused? Raped? What?

She was on a bus and somebody

stuck their hand up under her skirt and...

touched her.

You know, her private parts.

Touched?

My nephew Stevie was touched

by the priest in choir practice.

Now, what the hell has that got to do

with your work?

In this city, you want to get racially selective

in your assignments?

You don't want to do Blacks and Hispanics,

Iranians, Vietnamese or Chinamen?

You want to do Anglo-Saxons. Good.

You can walk a beat in Glendale,

as a patrolman. Now beat it.

Excuse me for asking obvious questions.

Does your daughter have any friends

in the Los Angeles area...

who do not attend this school?

No, we have only been in the city

for three months.

Does she have any boyfriends?

Is there a young man that...

No, that is not possible.

Why?

Because Fumiko is our daughter...

and she is just a young girl.

Japanese young girls do not...

Japanese young girls do not what?

Let me recap.

There have been no arguments at home.

She doesn't know anybody in the area.

She's not precocious.

Could there be someone in Tokyo

that she misses?

Mr. Rios, let me explain.

It is different in Japan.

Our children have not the latitude

of American children.

A daughter like Fumiko-San

would be an innocent.

The tongue.

Do you like it?

We'll pass around copies of this.

I think we ought to go.

Do you have any instructions

for Mr. And Mrs. Hada?

Yes. We want someone to be

at this number at all times.

I'm sending Officer Petrini over here

to stand a telephone watch.

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