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Is that your third question?
It is.
You done your math right.
Him and his folks and two brothers and two sisters worked our land. Lived in a picker's cabin at first.
So the defendant knew the deceased, your son, even then.
They fished t'gether. Went to school. Carl Junior treated him like a white person. Like any friend.
But back in '34, Japaneseborn could not <u>own</u> land. So...?
Carl held it <u>for</u> 'em. Called it a lease. They make payments every June and December...
Why? If they could never take title.
Their kids was born here. So when the oldest, that one there, was twenty...last payment gets made, and he could own it.
Now defendant's father had also died by that point. Where was the defendant? When you sent his family their equity.
In the war. Europe, I believe. They could hardly send him to the Pacific, could they?
And when he came home. Did he write you about this? Or phone, perhaps.
Just showed up at my door, big as life and twice as mean. Wanted to talk to my son.
What do you mean by 'dirty looks'?
Well. Every time I see him in town or somewhere, he's starin' at me with these narrow eyes. Givin' me his mean face.
When your son came back from the war, what did he say about all this?
That he'd keep an eye on Miyamoto. Watch out for him.
Did he see some <u>danger</u> from defen...
So the blood on the gaff was not fish blood at all. It was <u>human</u>, yes? Type B positive.
Carl Heine's type.
But you can't say with any certainty that the blood was his.
No, but as I say, the type is rare. Ten percent of Caucasian males.
And the blood could <u>not</u> have belonged to defendant. Seeing that his type is O negative.
That's obvious.
You scraped the dried blood from the <u>butt</u> of the gaff. Where a fella's <u>hand</u> goes. And what did you see under your microscope, besides the B positive blood and the wood scrapings...?
Bits of blood and wood. What else would there be?
No bits of bone, no particles of scalp, no strands of hair?
None.
Well, if the blood got <u>onto</u> the gaff by crushing a man's skull...
I'm a hemotologist, sir, I was asked only t...
I don't know.
You don't.
With no bone or scalp or hair present. Would it be more probable that the blood came from crushing a man's skull...
I'm a hemotologist, not a detective.
...or from the cut on his hand. Which is more probable?
Don't know how long it's take to get a charge...
Keep it tonight. We'll catch fish. I'll see ya back on the docks...
Seven acres. I'm wonderin' what you'd pay for 'em. Just curious, is all.
What are you sellin' 'em for? Why don't we start there.
The battery's in, that's done with. Besides, you'd do the same for m...
...<u>might</u> do the same. I have to warn you 'bout that, chief. I'm not screwed together like I used to be.
I am a bastard. I'm a big Hun Nazi son of a bitch. And I still got your bamboo fishing rod.
Oh, yeh?
Hid it from my mom. Caught a mess a sea runs. Damn thing's still in my closet.
$1200 an acre, that's what I paid Ole, won't take a dime less. You got no choice on that.
Didn't say I was buyin' did I? What you want down? Just bein' curious, is all.
How do you want that cooked?
Medium rare, please.
Fries?
Yes, please.
Lettuce and tomato?
Yes, please.
You want another one of these, too?
Yeah, give him another one. And I'll take a cup of coffee while you're at it.
Hot coffee or iced coffee?
Do you have real iced coffee, or do you just pour hot coffee over some ice cubes?
Everything is real in here, honey. As real as the color of my hair.
I'll take the iced coffee. You only live once, right?
If you're lucky. Then again, it depends on what you call living.
I don't mean to pry, but I see a kid walking around with a big knapsack on his back, and I begin to wonder if all his worldly possessions aren't stowed in there. Are you in some kind of trouble or what?
Watch out, man. You'll get yourself killed like that.
I can't believe I did that ... Christ. I'm walking around in a fog ...
No harm done. Everything's okay now. I've got to be going.
No, wait. You can't just walk off. You saved my life.
I just happened to be there. The right place at the right time.
I owe you something.
It's okay, mister. No big deal.
Yes it is. It's a law of the universe. If I let you walk away, the moon will spin out of orbit ... pestilence will reign over the city for a hundred years.
Well, if you put it that way...
You have to let me do something for you to put the scales in balance.
That's all right. If I think of something, I'll send my butler over to tell you.
Come on. At least let me buy you a cup of coffee.
I don't drink coffee. On the other hand, since you insist, if you offered me a cold lemonade. I wouldn't say no.
Good. Lemonade it is. I'm Paul.
Rashid. Rashid Cole.
Are you sure you don't want some food to go along with it? It might help to absorb some of that liquid. You don't want to slosh around too much when you stand up.
That's okay. I've already had lunch.
You must eat lunch pretty early. It's only eleven o'clock.
I mean breakfast.
Yeah, sure, and I bet you had lobster last night. Along with two bottles of champagne.
Just one bottle. I believe in moderation.
Look, kid, it's okay with me. You don't have to play games. If you want a hamburger or something, go ahead and order it.
Well, maybe just one. To be polite.
Cocktail hour is over. The young man would like to order a hamburger.
Mostly what.
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I might be able to help.
You don't know me from a hole in the wall.
That's true. But I also owe you something, and I'm not sure that buying you a hamburger is going to do the job. What is it? Family problems? Money problems?
Oh no. Momsie and Popsie have oodles.
And where do Momsie and Popsie live?
East Seventyfourth Street.
In Manhattan?
Of course. Where else?
Then what are you doing in Park Slope? It's a little far from home, isn't it?
That's where the what comes in.
The what?
The what. I've kind of run away from home, you see. It has nothing to do with my parents or money. I saw something I wasn't supposed to see, and for the time being it's best that I keep myself out of sight.
You can't be more specific than that?
Here and there. Around.