The Terror

Nakayama.

Nakayama, the new batch.

He's fogged over again.

You'd think a change of scenery would do him good.

My girl left me. I'm still doing my job.

- Not saying it's the same, but... - But it's the same?

Your girl goes home to Pocatello.

My infant sons are buried in a prison camp.

Come on. Bob would take a bullet for you.

I wish he would.

It would shut him up.

He's cracked.

Truth be told,

I'm hoping that new batch of translators gets here soon.

You know what my cousin told me?

When you ship out,

look to the man on your right and the one on your left.

One of them's coming home in a body bag.

Yeah, right.

And if both of them make it, then it's going to be you.

Hey, lighten up. That's just front-line grunts.

We haven't lost a single translator.

And I heard a fella in Guadalcanal took a flamethrower to the face.

Came out fresh as a daisy.

So...

You're saying we're due?

If so, my money's on Terajima.

He's been looking spooked all day.

What do you think, Jima? Take one for Uncle Sam?

They'll name a pagoda after you.

Remember when he used to be fun?

Hey.

Let's win us some scalps, huh?

Hey, where's Guadalcanal at, anyway?

- Solomon Islands. - Where's that?

I guess we'll find out.

What this?

"Statement of United States Citizen of Japanese Ancestry."

Fill it out, turn it in.

To prove you're a loyal American.

This we must prove?

Just fill it out, pal.

A loyalty questionnaire?

We put this stuff in writing, they'll throw it back in our faces.

Still, first time anybody upstairs has mentioned letting us out.

Maybe we'll get to enlist.

That's your best-case scenario?

Get your head blown off for the glory of FDR?

Be sent to Japan or be sent to jail or be sent to die.

This whole thing's a trap. It's plain as a hakujin's nose.

I must speak with Major Bowen.

Make confession.

Confession is not a good word to be using in here, Yamato-san.

In 1925,

I donated tin foil to collection for Japanese navy.

I only give to make man at my door go away.

No room to explain that.

Say nothing about this.

Release docs from yesterday's overnighter.

I don't know why Japs like sleeping in the stockade so much.

I guess some people feel the need to protest.

Protest?

Ingratitude is what it is.

And now this goddamn questionnaire?

The WRA is all over my ass.

100% response rate and everybody's bitching and moaning.

No one wants to answer wrong.

It's 30 goddamn questions, half of them are yes or no.

It should take five minutes!

And I thought y'all were supposed to be obedient.

I mean...

You're reasonable, but the rest of them? Holy Moses!

Yes, you laid out the rules so clearly.

Consequences for non-compliance is what there needs to be.

Stern ones.

You get through the Aoki diary?

It confirms Takahashi did psychological experiments

on Crittenden,

but nothing about how, or...

if there's others.

"We have no goal save that our bodies might shatter

"into glorious shards of pearl."

I always translate tama as jade, but I actually like pearl better.

The guy was a bit of a poet, before we ground him into hamburger.

At least we know what made Crittenden break,

and it wasn't some yurei.

I was so sure that it was here.

It was back at camp the whole time.

It wanted me to come here so it could get to Luz.

Chester, I used to mop up the infirmary at Manzanar.

It doesn't take some evil spirit

for something to go bad in those camps.

There was never a yurei.

If there isn't a yurei, that just means I came here for what?

- Nothing? - Nothing?

There's a live POW from Takahashi's unit right now...

And neither of us is allowed in the room,

because the interrogator's afraid we'll spot his shitty Japanese.

Look at us.

Useless to our country, useless to our families.

What are we?

What am I?

That's a little philosophical for my speed.

Do you play? Used to?

Second base in the Nisei League.

There you go. That's something.

You're a ball player.

Stallings needs you both. I think it's serious.

Major van Allan's our best interrogator,

but he's hit a bit of a snag with this POW.

Our prisoner fell two miles out of a Zero, so he's not his best self.

Now's the time to press him.

I've got a new interrogator from Brisbane.

Your job is to babysit the prisoner until he gets here.

Those guys can't imagine what it's like to think like a Japanese.

- They won't get anywhere. - You got a better idea, Nakayama?

Sir, Chester's asking permission for us to speak with the prisoner.

- Denied. You're not interrogators. - You chose us for a reason.

Let us show you what we can do.

Major van Allan.

Want some information?

Can you hear without an ear?

What are you doing here?

Shiryo!

What did he call you?

A shiryo.

It's an ancient word.

It means something like...

dead man.

Walking amongst the living.

Well, keep watch on him.

Regardless of what he calls you, don't engage.

We've got professionals for that. Understood?

Hey, you!

Let's talk.

Come here.

I will kill you two!

For a few minutes there, it almost felt like we weren't in prison.

Minutes, huh?

I'm a little sweet on you too,

Inmate 30893-C.

Do you think the MPs know which barracks are empty?

If any one of them could find a girl he'd be doing the same.

What if they use that questionnaire to draft you?

I'm not going to let some stupid answers on a stupid paper

keep us apart.

Five, Mississippi, four, Mississippi,

three, Mississippi, two, Mississippi, one, Mississippi.

Ready or not, here I come!

There she is. The ghost woman.

Don't touch my things.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Don't touch that!

Put that down.

Put it down!

You understand Japanese, don't you?

Sir, the prisoner wants to engage.

Biting a man's ear off is a kind of engagement.

If he knows Takahashi this is our chance.

Did you notice how the prisoner was looking at you?

How?

He wasn't. He was staring at me.

A white man's just the enemy to him, but I'm something different.

A traitor, a shiryo.

I can get him off balance, maybe even get inside his head.

You sure you got your own marbles in order?

Absolutely, sir.

I'm here to serve.

Major Bowen will cut our rations unless we answer.

- What do you expect us to do? - Say nothing.

I know you're hungry. I am too.

You might be scared. That's what they want.

We just want to eat!

It's our constitutional right not to answer.

You remember Amendment Five? It's illegal to even ask.

They certainly can't starve us or scare us into answering.

That guy's only happy when rocking the boat.

If you don't rock the boat you're as bad as the keto locking us up.

That's enough. Get down.

Failure to complete and submit the form

will be construed as treasonous behavior

subject to indefinite imprisonment.

- They'll arrest us? - We're going to jail?

I want my questionnaire back.

Excuse me, Major, but treason? Even if they don't answer at all?

We're not playing games here, Miss Yoshida.

And make sure your boyfriend over there knows that.

Just because a barrack is empty

doesn't mean I don't know what's going on in it.

According to your documents, your name is Tetsuya Ota.

First Lieutenant.

The dog speaks.

Did you get permission from your master?

This was found in the wreckage of your plane.

Yet you didn't take your own life.

Why?

You are not fit to ask me questions.

"To fight the enemy, and...

"to shatter like a pearl..."