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I swear to God, I don't know!

Wrong answer!

Same question.

- Where is he?

- I don't know!

- Where?

- I swear to God, I don't know.

I don't know!

Sweet Jesus, somebody's gotta help me!

I'm slipping. Help me! I don't know!

I swear to God, I don't know!

I don't know! Bring me up!

I'm slipping!

Oh, no.

What do we do with the boots?

I am Fumiko Hada.

I have caused you much trouble.

I am so sorry.

We have guests

from the not-so-mysterious Orient.

Honey, would you get the door?

Let's go fix up that room.

Good morning, Mr. Crowe.

We are so sorry to disturb you.

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

- How are you?

- Okay.

This is my wife Kathleen, my daughter, Rita.

Mr. And Mrs. Hada.

Party, don't let your momma know

Party, or she won't let you go

Would you like to sit down?

No, thank you. We have to leave soon.

Thank you.

Mr. Crowe, you have returned our daughter.

And we want to thank you personally.

So we took the liberty of asking

Captain Tovar for your address.

It was very rude of us.

Please, forgive the intrusion.

We want to give you this

small present for your daughter.

- P is for party

- A is for all right

- R is for rowdy

- T is for tonight

- Y is for you

- You know what to do

I said, party, party

Fumiko sent a poem.

She wrote it for Lieutenant Crowe.

Her way of saying thank you.

You're going to have to read that.

"Small boat beyond horizon

"Big boat in harbor

"Which course is true?"

It's not easy to translate.

What's it mean?

I think Fumiko thought you would know.

I appreciate the thought.

Please, thank her for me.

I wish she could have come.

It's difficult for her.

When we are back in Japan...

she will stay with my mother

in the country for a while.

Well then,

thank you very much for your hospitality.

I wish we could have found

their daughter sooner.

Wait, as I was saying...

Yes, he's here. I'll tell him.

- The little girl, Fumiko?

- Yeah?

She's dead.

Overdose.

"Small boat beyond horizon,

big boat in harbor"

Sounds like a riddle to me.

Fumiko told her mother

I would know what it meant.

I don't think she would send me a riddle.

It's a poem.

You think she's trying to tell me that the...

"small boat beyond the horizon" is her...

dead, out of it?

And the "big boat in the harbor" is...

a boat where Duke is hiding out.

Remember that piece of paper?

- Tampico, Long Beach?

- Yeah?

We thought it may be a restaurant.

Could be the name of the boat.

It's worth a call to the harbormaster.

- Let's grab them.

- Not yet!

They're going to get away.

No, this is the only way out.

- What now?

- Wait.

Let's take them!

Okay. Get going.

Get him out. Move it! Get out.

I'll get you, you little sh*t!

I can't swim! Save me!

Crowe, don't let me die!

Oh, God! Save me!

Please, save...

I can't swim!

Oh, God!

You know, Duke, it was my intention...

to leave you beside the road

somewhere in a gunnysack.

But I felt that justice

would not have been served.

Poetic justice, that is.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- You'll see.

Hey, pretty boy!

Look here! Hey, p*ssy!

P*ssy. Young, tight thing!

Hey, sweet thing!

I got something big and long for you!

Hey, pretty boy, cut you!

Hey, guys, I got me a new mama!

And when I'm through with this b*tch...

she's gonna walk out of this cellblock

wearing a strapless and heels.

Crowe!

You're a f***ing bastard!

Here's your dinner!

Don't f*** with me, boy!

- Don't touch me!

- Don't f*** with me, boy!

Crowe! You bastard!

That's justice.

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