Tokyo Joe

Passport, entry permit,

inoculation record, billeting slip,

and your return ticket.

That's everything.

Thank you, Mr. Barrett.

Please report at the Provost Marshal's office

by noon.

Is that an order, lieutenant?

Well, it's required.

Huh.

Oh, uh, could I leave this here

until I'm sure I can stay?

Yes, sir, of course.

Will you check this bag?

Colonel Dahlgren?

Passport number 2-7-6-3-2-2 just went through, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You'll find your papers in room three.

Breaking into Tokyo's

tougher than breaking out of Alcatraz.

What do I get now, a check for--

Shh. Don't give them any ideas, sir.

No...

Stand as close to the bar

as you can, sir.

That's been one of my troubles.

What's that, sir?

I, uh...skip it.

Yes, sir.

That's it, sir.

You own property here in Tokyo?

7-11 Nichome, Ginza.

What sort of business did you operate there

before the war?

A joint...gambling.

Tokyo Joe's.

And you're Mr. Joseph Barrett?

That's right, major.

At present, of course, we can't license Americans

to operate enterprises of that category.

Yes, I found that out Stateside

when I filled out that stack of forms.

Now, look here.

I'm a voter, a taxpayer, and an ex-servicemen,

but I'm not allowed to make a living

out of a business I built up out of my own dough.

Do I get permission to look at the place--

that is, if it's still there?

Tokyo Joe's appears to be off limits at the moment.

It's operated by a Japanese.

If he makes any difficulty

about letting you in--

He's a friend of mine.

Your visitor's permit

will be good for 60 days.

What if that isn't enough time to finish my business?

It'll have to be, I'm afraid.

Years ago, I picked Tokyo to be my hometown.

I was all set.

I had everything I wanted in the world.

Now it's been kicked around

and I can't even--

You object to its having been kicked around?

I helped kick it around,

and if it happens again, I'll do the same thing.

I'm sorry, colonel.

Skip the rank.

I gave up being an officer and a gentleman

when I turned in my little brown suit.

Thanks, major.

On passport 2-7-6-3-2-2, please mark prints and photos

for the attention of Colonel Dahlgren.

Nichome, Ginza.

Excuse, please.

Off limit. So sorry.

Where's Ito?

Not understanding. Off limit.

Oh, so that's not a bar, this isn't Tokyo Joe's,

and you never heard of Ito, huh?

Thank you. Goodbye, please.

Go, please.

Ito!

Joe!

Baby!

This is great! When did you get in?

I just got through all the red tape.

Hey, you look wonderful.

Ah, you put on a little bit, huh?

What's the matter?

You lost your corkscrew?

Oh, very sorry.

This way, please.

I saved this for you

all through the bombings, Joe-san.

San? When did you start calling me "mister"?

What's the idea

of all this Japanese politeness to a pal, anyway?

What's the matter with you?

Come on, Ito, give.

Joe, you are an American.

I am a Japanese.

Are you kidding?

The war's been over for years.

I still feel very bad about everything.

Oh, I see.

You're the guy that thought up

the whole Pearl Harbor deal, huh?

It's not funny, Joe-san, and...

and now we are ashamed because you treat us decently.

What did you think we were going to do?

Come in here and roust you around?

Yes, that's what we all did think,

Joe-san.

Look, I just came 8000 miles to see you.

We're partners, remember?

I'm the guy that learned you the best Brooklyn English,

while you used to teach me judo.

You haven't forgotten that, have you?

Come on, let's see if you can still go.

Please don't, Joe.

Oh, come on.

Please, we'll get pinched.

Japanese and Americas can't ever have judo s hiai n o more.

Oh, there's no MPs around here.

Now, protect yourself before I bounce you

off the ceiling.

Why, you dirty murderer.

What you been doing

since you got your discharge, Joe?

Believe it or not,

I got sucked into a legitimate racket

and it ruined me.

What racket?

A Jerkwater airline.

First I fly the seat off my pants...

And then they repossess the pants.

No worry about that here.

We're making out okay, huh?

Terrible.

Nobody's got any real dough.

What's our angle?

Angle? We just run a restaurant.

No black market at all, eh?

Why, Joe, the black market

has been wiped out.

It's like music

hearing you lie again, Ito.

Makes me want to cry.

Nix, nix-- a headlock ain't judo.

My mistake.

Think nothing of it.

Hey, you dog, you busted my back.

No kidding, Joe?

Yeah, but I can still use my legs.

How do you feel now?

I feel great, Joe.

Hey...

Kanda.

Hey, wait a minute.

That's my watch.

It don't pay

to let Kanda get too close.

It sure don't.

That guy's a great artist.

It this why you've been writing me

to come back to Japan?

Is this guy the big deal

you've been talking about?

What are we going to do,

get rich managing a pickpocket?

Do you remember Kimura Danshaku?

Used to be head of the secret police?

The Baron Kimura.

Is he still around?

Look, Joe...

Come on upstairs.

They don't understand a word of English--

unless they listen.

I got your old quarters all fixed up for you.

Even had the roof put back on.

I'll have Kanda take your bag up, huh?

No.

No, I...

I think I'd better

stay over at the Teito Hotel.

Over my dead body. This is your home.

Kanda...

Hey, uh, what ever became

of that rat-trap hotel

that used to be right next door?

The B-29s converted it into a parking lot.

Well, it's lucky

they stopped when they did

or all Tokyo would have been a parking lot.

Next time, it'll be the whole world,

and nothing left to park.

You know, I...

* A cigarette that bears A lipstick's traces

* An airline ticket To romantic places

* And still my heart Has wings