American Samurai

What was that?

The engine sounds rough.

Are you sure it's okay?

You better strap the baby in the back seat, honey.

Robert? Robert!

Hold on to it. I'm gonna put it back in control in a minute.

All right.

On it. Let me jump start it. Come on, man, we'll be okay.

Honey, the altitude...

We're losing a lot of pressure.

Mayday, mayday. This is the EM4B.

We're in trouble about 170 miles east of Tokyo.

Yes, Control Tower. EM4B, come in.

I repeat, mayday, mayday.

Hang on.

Mayday, mayday.

Oh, Andrew...

It would be quite... Okay, if you just wanna...

If I can make it to that clearing...

I'm gonna try to make it.

Robert, do something.

Do not be disappointed, Andrew. You are only a beginner.

Your parents would have been proud to see how well you are doing.

You must learn to use all your senses.

And in that way, you will turn a disadvantage into an advantage.

But I can't see, that's the most important sense.

No.

There are five natural senses...

...sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch.

Now...

...which sense did you just use?

Hearing.

Right.

Still you reacted too late.

A samurai learns to use all five senses...

...and then develops a sixth sense.

Then he knows what will happen as it happens.

He sees with the eye of his mind.

Good.

There's something else.

-What is it? -Kenjiro.

He's close, but he doesn't approach.

-How is it that you know this? -I sense his anger.

It poisons the air.

Kenjiro, come forward and join us.

As always, Father, you have time for him but not for me.

That is not true. I love you both.

Why does he say that?

Because he fears you will one day become his equal if not his superior.

What...?

Congratulations.

You have acquired the samurai's sixth sense.

Should ever you lose an ability, trust your sixth sense.

It will serve you well when your life is in danger.

Thank you, Father.

As a symbol of your character...

...and your accomplishments in the martial spirit...

...I bestow upon you the family sword of the Sanga clan.

Remember your lessons well, my son.

You are now the keeper of the blade.

And with it comes the responsibility of upholding our long samurai tradition.

Father...

Father!

Father?

How is it you have chosen to give this...

...this gaijin ...

...our sacred family katana...

...when I am your son and clearly the better swordsman?

It is the proper choice, Kenjiro.

Your brother has mastered the most important technique.

You have not.

You have yet learn to defeat your greatest enemy.

I have defeated everyone!

Everyone...

...except yourself.

And that is partly why Andrew has surpassed you.

Surpassed me?

I should cut you to pieces right here.

Kenjiro, your brother will be leaving us shortly.

You must make your peace with him...

...and with yourself.

I am your son!

Your own blood!

Then behave like it.

Please forgive me, Father.

I have dishonored you.

We will talk about it later.

But now congratulate your brother.

I have no brother.

But I must offer you my apology in the way of our ancestors.

No! That is not samurai!

That is Yakuza.

The way of the gangsters!

That is because I am a gangster, Father!

I am Yakuza now.

Kenjiro...

...what have you done?

You have disgraced our family.

You are no longer welcome in this place.

I order you to leave.

Return when your skin and your soul have been cleansed of this evil!

I will not spill your worthless blood now.

But someday you will have to face me.

One day, I will come for my sword.

What is this?

Keep it down, guys.

-Is this the right place? -Yeah.

All right, where the hell is the stick?

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Let's do this and get the hell out of here.

Hurry up.

Where is this guy?

Now we get into this thing.

-Freaking locksman. -Hurry up! Let's go!

What the hell?

-Heads up, we got guests. -Right, he's a dead man.

I'm gonna give you two seconds to get out of here.

Come on, sucker.

Who sent you? Tell me.

Tell me or you'll never see again.

Shoot, man, that's Mickey.

Looks like you killed them both, man.

-Guess it wasn't Mickey's day. -Give me the sword.

Oh, man, what a mess.

You got, you gotta break some eggs to make an omelet.

You have lost the sword...

...our family's heritage!

The power of your mind is weak!

You should be cut into pieces by the sword you are unable to hold.

This comes with disgrace and dishonor of shaming the samurai tradition!

Because of your cowardice, you lost the sacred sword...

Disgracing and dishonoring and shaming our family, our tradition!

No real father would accept a son whose cowardice has lost the sacred sword!

Disgracing and dishonoring and shaming our family...

You're not worthy. You are a coward.

Andrew-San...

Andrew-San...

Gaijin...

Gaijin...

You must rise above the pain of mortal men.

Do not let cowardice drain your inner strength.

To conquer one's own pain is a greater victory...

...than to overcome a thousand swordsman in a hundred battles.

After three months of police investigation,

they come up empty.

Then Finley at the "Los Angeles Gazette" called.

He wanted me to go to Turkey and complete a story...

...that Ben Levi had been writing at the time of his murder.

I had agreed to go.

The problem was to get Finley off the phone.

Finley?

Look, you know how I feel about being on time.

I hope you didn't do what I think you did.

No, what I need is a good photographer. This is an important assignment!

There's the door, finally. I'll talk to you later.

Hi.

Hi. You must be Janet.

That's me. Sorry I'm late.

Nice place.

Thanks.

You spend a lot of time in Japan?

A bit.

I read the piece you did on the Kurds in Iraq. Not bad.

Oh, well, thanks.

-What went there? -Just a family heirloom.

-Like what? -Just a sword.

Are you gonna question me all the way to Istanbul?

-Maybe. -Thanks for the warning.

Maybe I'll just call Finley and get another photographer.

-You can't. He owes me this one. -Gonna strangle Finley.

He said you were going to cook.

You like Chinese?

-Yeah. -Good.

You can order.

-He was... -Can you pass the soy sauce?

Yeah.

He was a close friend and a damn good correspondent.

And the mustard.

-Israeli? -Yeah, Levi.

We covered the Gulf War together.

But he's not the one whose picture's in the file.

No. That was the Saudi prince whose death Levi went to investigate.

So the Saudi gets sliced up...

...and Levi thought you might have some special assignment to do?

-Yeah. -Why?

Because he was killed with a sword.

As in sword?

No, that was more than just a sword.

-Let me see the pictures. -Okay.

But you're not gonna like it.

Oh, God.

Levi is not exactly dinner material.

Grainy as hell. Who took this?

Turkish police. I bribed one of them for it.

So this is the Saudi. And the same thing happened to Levi.

Yeah.

I don't get it. Why are you going to investigate?

I mean, what can you do that the Turkish police can't?

I wanna see the wound on Levi.

Why?