Sophie and the Rising Sun Page #3

a surprise offensive

extending throughout

the pacific area.

Since the unprovoked

and dastardly attack by Japan,

a state of war

has existed

between the United States

and the Japanese empire.

Ohta!

Ohta! Ohta.

Hey, buddy, you need a ride?

No, thank you.

Where you headed?

I prefer to walk, thank you.

All right, have it your way.

You miss Morrison's boy,

ain't ya?

- Her gardener, yes.

- Her gardener.

He's a f***ing Jap.

They sure made a mess of things.

Well, whoever did this

must have kidnapped Mr. Ohta.

No disrespect, ma'am,

but you don't know that.

My house has been vandalized.

My gardener's missing.

I'm sorry about your garden, Mrs. Morrison.

I know what pride you take in it.

And Mr. Ohta?

Till we see evidence

of wrongdoin',

it's a free country, ma'am.

Who's out here? Oh, no!

Oh, my. No!

No!

Ohta! Ohta!

Oh!

Shh.

Shh.

Mr. Ohta. Mr. Ohta.

Mr. Ohta, you're okay.

You're safe. You're safe.

Oh, you took quite a beating.

But I-i stitched you up.

The wound's not too deep.

When Scott was off fightin'

in the great war,

I couldn't stand

bein' home by myself.

So... I finally

told my mother

to go jump in a lake,

and I joined army nurses corps.

I never made it

to the front lines, but...

I got stationed

in a hospital in Texas.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry for what, Mr. Ohta?

I'm Japanese.

You lied to me?

You lied?

You're the enemy.

American.

Like you.

I'm a member of the DAR!

A daughter of

the American revolution!

Not some traitor.

I'm American!

Thank you, Salome.

Thank you.

When I'm done, I'll clean up that

mess of blood you got in the foyer.

He's in the study, sleeping.

Folks spread filth

wherever they go.

I got no stomach for it.

I'm going into Brunswick

to go shopping.

"And the lord said,

'sit thou at my right hand

until I make

thine enemies thy footstool.'"

why, good day, miss Sophie.

Not a good day

to be out on the water.

Miss Ruth.

Hello, John.

I'm used to crabbin'

in all weather.

Seems that the rain soaked everything

in salty creek except my begonias.

Bye now. Bye, John.

Bye bye.

"And it pleased god..."

Miss Sophie is here.

Give him another teaspoon of

laudanum in case he wakes up.

Oh, dear Anne.

Oh. Imagine a bunch of hooligans

havin' the nerve

to destroy

and deface my property.

If sheriff Cooper doesn't find

out who did it, I will, by god.

Even if I have to go

door to door.

Mr. Ohta will help you fix it. Your

garden will be lovely again in no time.

Well, he's gone.

What?

Tea?

I just made some, uh,

lemon walnut bread.

It's fresh out the oven.

I'll get some.

After what they did to the garden,

he knew it was time to move on.

I dropped him at the bus depot

in Brunswick before dawn.

He is on his way home to Canada now.

Canada?

That's where his family is.

- Oh, I thought it was California.

- Where'd you hear that?

I don't know. I thought I heard

him mention it. I must be wrong.

Miss Sophie brought you

some nice fresh-caught crab.

Well, thank you, dear. I'll dig out

my crab cake recipe for Salome.

Recipe?

So sorry

about your garden, Anne.

Forgive me, Sophie,

but I... hadn't rested well.

Oh, of course.

I do appreciate you.

Sophie.

Spread the word. He's gone.

Please, wait.

We have to hurry.

Hold that.

Okay.

Easy.

Okay, here.

Put your hand on here.

Okay. Careful.

I told you it was gonna be fun.

Well, there's Anne.

Anne? Anne!

This is poppa's

old fishing cabin.

As you can see...

It hadn't been used in years.

Tried to tidy up a bit.

Forgive me for causing

so much trouble.

As soon as I can, I will leave.

No use tryin'

till your wound's healed.

I'll come once a week

and bring new supplies.

Thank you, miss Anne.

Thank you for my garden.

I would fix it, if I could.

Gardens are never finished,

Mr. Ohta.

You know that.

From season to season,

they're meant to change.

Wait.

Please, mail this for me.

Mornin', miss Anne.

Here, let me help you with that.

Guess it's just you and me,

Salome.

Mr. Ohta's gone.

Gone? Where?

I gave truth to my lie.

Um, I took him to Brunswick and put

him on a bus home... To Canada.

That man wasn't fit to travel.

He couldn't stay here, could he?

Well, what in god's name is ocher skin?

Somebody tell me that.

Well, she was just kissin' him.

But it was who she was kissin'.

Ladies, f-forgive my tardiness.

You better be glad

your Chinaman's gone,

'cause otherwise somebody

would be callin' him a Jap.

- No question if you go by this.

- What are you talkin' about?

Look.

That's despicable.

Do you know where he's gone?

- Canada. -Canada? I thought

he lived in California.

- Who told you that? -Well, I heard that

he sent a letter home to California.

Yes, well,

his family is in Canada.

And you sound sorry

that he's gone.

Damn right, Ruth JEFFERS!

I-I mean, he's the best gardener

I ever met. Even better'n Scott.

Well, gardenin'

isn't his only interest.

Our little Sophie.

What on earth

are you talkin' about?

Sophie hasn't been to church

in two months.

Yeah, did you know that? Was she supposed

to be down by the river painting?

Well, there was a little more to it

than that. Our Sophie has gone wild.

Crazy to take up

with a yellow man.

I would say for certain

that he is a Jap.

What on earth does all this

have to do with Sophie Willis?

Anne, she's done it before.

Sophie... been friendly

with coloreds.

You stop talkin' trash

about that girl!

That girl?

That girl is a grown woman!

Oh!

Oh. Oh, god.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

No!

Oh!

Your ankle's broke.

Doctor says you gon' be

laid up for some time.

Where's Dr. Gilbert,

the quack?

He's gone. You been out a

long time with that morphine.

I need some water.

Water, please.

Doctor said you gon' need

someone to stay with you

for at least a month or two

till that ankle heals.

Oh, I won't have it.

I told him I'd stay.

Don't you have family

expecting you for Christmas?

No, ma'am.

Doctor said a woman your age,

you're lucky

you didn't break somethin' else.

Just get away from me.

Let me rest.

I need rest.

They're singing for you,

miss Anne.

Yes.

Want me help you to the window?

No, thank you.

It's more than I can bear.

Evenin', miss Sophie.

Did I not hear you knock?

It's amazing this place

hasn't fallen down around you.

What is it, sheriff Cooper?

Your mama didn't teach you

much about housekeepin'.

No, she had greater

aspirations for me.

Miss Anne says that...

Yellow Jap bastard

went home to wherever.

But ain't nobody seen him leave.

Well, I certainly did not.

Find that hard to believe

since you two were so... close.

I've wondered the same thing

myself, sheriff.

It occurs to me...

Maybe he's hidin'

in plain sight.

Well, please,

search anywhere you'd like.

Thank you, ma'am.

I intend to.

Did that Jap

sleep there with ya?

Of course not.

Oh!

No, no, no, no!

No, no!

Pretty strong for an old biddy.

I guess he's not here, is he?

Good night, miss Sophie.

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