Rising Sun Page #3

- I won't get into trouble.

When you start to get into trouble,

you will hear me say:

"Perhaps I can be of assistance."

From then on, I do the talking.

You stand behind me.

And don't appear distracted.

We may come from a fragmented,

MTV rap-video culture, but they do not.

Every aspect of your appearance

and behaviour

will reflect on you, on the department,

and on me as your sempai.

- My sempai?

- Mm.

That wouldn't happen to be

anything like "master", now, would it?

No. The sempai is the senior man

who guides the junior man, the kohai.

In Japan, the sempai-kohai

relationship is presumed to exist

when the younger man

and the older man work together.

Hopefully, they will presume that of us.

- What does it mean that I was called twice?

- It means they're ahead of us.

For all they know,

I could've been five minutes away.

They know exactly who was on call tonight,

exactly how long

it would take you to get here.

- You can be sure they know all about you.

- All about me?

- It took you long enough.

- (Connor) Tom.

- What the f***'s he doing here?

- Fred Hoffman told me to bring him.

Guy is trouble. The department put him on

leave because he's too good a friend of Japan.

He's not a team player.

Where is everybody?

They made us put our cars around back.

They keep saying nothing

must disrupt the opening.

Finding that blonde piece of sushi upstairs

drove them nuts.

Don't want their guests or the press to know.

Step aside, pal.

- You come down already.

- Yeah? Well, now I go back up.

Maybe come down,

go up ten times more. OK?

We're still the f***in' police

in our own country.

Built this building in six months. Prefab units

from Japan slapped together here.

Not one American worker. City gave 'em

an eight-year break on property taxes.

Huh, sh*t! We're giving this country away.

Nobody forced us to do it.

(woman speaks Japanese)

Jesus. If an elevator's gonna talk,

it should speak in American.

- What did it say?

- We're arriving at the 45th floor.

No, no, wait a second.

The Japanese provide jobs in America, but

American companies move jobs offshore.

Ground floor, please. They must...

- Going up, Senator.

- No, no, no, no. I wish to go down.

We'll get the next one, Senator.

(Morton) No, no, no, no.

You don't understand.

Senator Morton.

Real nice to find him partying here,

considering he's on the Senate committee

which sets all Japanese import regulations.

Geronimo!

Coming through.

I have your liaison for you.

(speaks Japanese)

(Smith replies in Japanese)

Is this your home phone, Detective?

Yes. Right there at the bottom.

Look, Detective,

let's dispense with the formalities.

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