INT. JUNICHIRO AND TOMOMI’S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Tomomi and Junichiro are seated at the dining table eating yakisoba and salad, and drinking wine.
This is pretty good. You cook
like a real Japanese.
Junichiro gives her a look. A look like she’d struck a soft spot. But, it was so brief, Tomomi, busy feeding her face, didn’t even catch it.
Who teach you how to cook like this?
My mom…she said my father had taught her, but I doubt it.
Cuz, from what you tell me, real Japanese men can’t cook.
Tomomi must have caught something in his tone, for she looked up from her plate.
Eeee! Are you angry?
Of course not. I love when people tell me
what I am and what I’m not. Don’t you?
You don’t understand me. I mean…
Don’t worry, I know what you meant.
Somehow, I always know what you mean.
Even when your English was
totally fucked up I understood.
Tomomi stops eating and eyes him.
If I want real Japanese man I will not
be with you, deshou? Real Japanese
men is shit! I told you that.
Can we just enjoy a meal without the Japan
bashing tonight? Messes with my digestion.
You wanna talk about Loco, again?
Beats talking about how you’re too
Japanese and how I’m not real Japanese.
(under her breath)
…And don’t spit my words at me!
Ok, I’m sorry, ok? You wanna be like a real
Japanese? Fine. Go to Japan and be
like a real Japanese. See if you be happy.
Fuck Japan! That’s not my point!
My point is I don’t like the way you
say I’m not real Japanese!
And don’t be using words I don’t understand. Speak English!
Well, it’s the truth, deshou? You is not real Japanese.
And I happy you is not real Japanese.
Loco is right about y’all.
Loco is not Japanese, too. He think he know
Japanese because he can speak Japanese
and he live in Japan a few years. So what!
Only real Japanese knows real Japanese!
You wanna know why I dig his writing?
Cuz I don’t know how the fuck he does it!
All I have is one uh y’all and I’m ready to put
your ass through a fucking wall sometimes!
Tomomi smiles at this like Junichiro had used a term of endearment.
(In a young girl’s voice)
But you don’t, Go-Shujin-sama. Because
you love Momo-chan, deshou?
She rises from her chair, walks over to Junichiro and begins massaging his shoulders and neck and rubbing his chest. He relaxes under her skillful touch, and we can see his anger melting away. We get the feeling this is not an unusual occurrence.
Oh, that feels wonderful!
I like make you happy.
I’m sorry I yelled at you, Momo.
You don’t has to be sorry.
You can do anything you wants
Junichiro looks over his shoulder at Tomomi and smiles lasciviously. She returns it demurely. The word “sensei” is obviously a code word between them and obviously one of a sexual nature. Junichiro faces forward again.
Why are you out of uniform, Tomomi-chan?
I’m so sorry, Sasaki-sensei. It’s in my locker.
You know the punishment for not wearing your uniform!
Please Sasaki sensei, don’t tell my
father. He’ll…he’ll kill me. I do
anything, ANYTHING! Please!
Though Junichiro can’t, we can see that Tomomi is very thrilled about the cos-play.
Go put on your uniform, and we’ll
discuss your punishment later.
Suddenly we hear R.Kelly’s STEP IN THE NAME OF LOVE coming from the I-PHONE on the table. Junichiro grabs it, peeks at the screen. Tomomi continues massaging, reading the screen over his shoulders.
It’s my Moms.
(into the phone)
Hey Ma! (beat) Nah, Momo and I are
just eating dinner. (beat) She’s good.
(To Tomomi) She asked ‘how are you?’
Hi Ms. Williams! I’m fine, thank you. And you?
Did you hear that? (beat) (To Tomomi)
she says she’s fine, but getting old
and wondering when I’m gonna give her some…
(into the phone) I’m not saying all that. So, what’s up?
(beat) Ma, I told you. I got a career to think about.
I can’t be having no…anyway, we’ll talk about that later. (beat)
What? (beat) I know, but she…listen, Ma, this ain’t the time.
(beat) Ok, I’ll stop by tomorrow. (beat) Love you, too. Peace!
He disconnects the call and places the phone on the table. Tomomi takes a seat and gives him some serious eye contact.
She hates me, deshou?
Yep! You can say that.
I thought so.
You know, black people…they don’t trust
real Japanese people. Only Geisha and Ninja.
Eeeee! Your mother don’t trust me?
You’re a real Japanese, deshou?
Don’t you know, a real Japanese man
broke my mother’s heart about 28 years ago.
What? Who? Are you playing to me?
No. About this, I’m very serious.
I don’t understand. 28 years ago…what?
I’m talking about my father!
Now, he is a real Japanese!
Now she gets it.
Sokka! You never talk about your father.
And I aint about to start now…go take your
bath and get ready! Sensei’s feeling really “H” tonight!
She rises and bows obediently.
BEGIN MUSIC: Bill Wither’s “Who is he, and what is he to you?”
Tomomi walks off towards the closet, pulls out a sailor-style Japanese school girl uniform (the same uniform from scene 1), holds it up against her body, looking too thrilled. She apparently loves costume play.
Once Tomomi has gone into the bathroom Junichiro walks over to his computer, sits down and begins typing. We can see it is a comment on Loco in Yokohama, a response to Loco’s post: “Can you be more Japanese?” He re-reads what he has written and then, looking satisfied, he presses SEND.
Behind his computer is his wall of fame. He stares at the picture in the center. The one of him at his graduation, his mother, DEVONA WILLIAMS, hugging him. He smiles in reminiscence of that day.
Then he opens a draw in the cabinet beneath the desk and pulls out a folder. Within it we see some photos. He pulls out one of his mother, much younger, smiling, holding a little yellow baby. Beside her stands a real Japanese man, looking like he’s trying to hide all the love in the world inside of a tight grin.