[Frank Frink is dealing with antique shop owner Robert Childan, who's not too pleased that Frink just scared off a Japanese couple]
[given three rounds for his Colt45 revolver] Only three?
Robert Childan
This is an antique store, not an armory, and I can't guarantee they'll fire. They're 100 yen apiece.
[gives yen notes] 300. [sees Childan write in a logbook] What is that?
Childan
I'm required by law to keep a registry of all sales of restricted items. So these bullets were purchased by Mr. Satoshi Matsuda, a collector on his way back to Tibet. But I will need to see your identity card on the chance I need to revisit this matter with you, and that is non-negotiable.
All right, all right. Come on.
Childan
I suggest you work on your patience, Mr. Frink.
[Robert Childan is not too pleased to see Frank Frink propose to him about selling fake antique guns]
Robert Childan
I'm not an arms supplier, pal. I sell antiques, authentic items only, and fake guns aren't my thing. [has an idea] Tell me something, Frink-san, how good a craftsman are you? I mean, seriously, how good?
Childan
Could you make this? [shows an issue of Collect Americana magazine with an image of Sitting Bull's necklace] Because I've got a chump lined up to buy it. [Frink looks at the image] Japanese. Their brains are different. I'm sure they eat from English bone china, and they listen to Negro music, but it's all just on the surface, ersatz as the day is long. Condescending bastards look down on me. Here. Look at this. [shows Zippos] Two Zippo lighters. Yeah. Look the same, don't they? Go ahead, hold them. [Frink holds lighters] One of them has "historicity" in it.
Childan
It's worth 100,000 yen on a collector's market. Don't you feel it?
Childan
One of those two Zippo lighters was in Franklin D. Roosevelt's pocket the day he was assassinated, so it's got historicity as much as any object ever had. And the other one has nothing.
That's your point? It's all a giant racket?
Childan
And they're playing it on themselves. I mean, a gun goes through a famous battle, and it's just the same as if it hadn't unless you know. It's all in here, [points to nape] in the mind. So who's to say our jeweled choker isn't Sitting Bull's original?
All right, so which one is it?
Childan
This one.
Won't he spot that it's a fake?
Childan
The man's already got a forgery in his esteemed collection: pistol aged by an acid chemical. He can't distinguish what's fake from what's real.
Let's screw him over. 80,000 yen split two ways.
Childan
Just make sure it looks good enough.
60-40. I got materials to cover.
[a woman meets with Ed and Robert Childan about a certain artifact]
WWoman
The Duke gave me this just before he left to fight with the Rebels.
Robert Childan
And this is the belt buckle he wore in Stagecoach?
WWoman
Mm-hmm. Stagecoach is my favorite Ford.
Childan
Yeah, I just Feels a wee bit apocryphal.
EEd
That means he doesn't believe you.
WWoman
O ye of little faith. He told me to keep it as a memento till he came back, which, of course, he never did. [shows picture]
Childan
Oh. Now, that's a horse of a different color.
WWoman
That's me, that's the Duke, and there's the buckle.
Childan
Yeah. Yeah, I can see that.
WWoman
He was killed in action at the Battle of Dayton.
Childan
Oh.
EEd
Everyone knows that. I mean, John Wayne. Wu?
Childan
We'll give you five marks for this and the photo.
WWoman
That's the only picture I have of the Duke and me.
Childan
Well, buckle's not worth a pfennig without the photo.
WWoman
Well, could you see your way clear to seven? I, I got my rent to make, and and seven marks might get me through.
Childan
I'll tell you what I'll do -
EEd
15. We'll pay her 15.
WWoman
Fifteen. That's fair. Right?
[Some Kempeitai agents visit Robert Childan after he's interrogated over breaking into his own shop]
KKempeitai Agent
You are Childan Robert?
Robert Childan
[bows] Uh, a-actually, it's Robert Childan. Ne- never mind. What can I do for you, most honored Sir?
KKempeitai Agent
Chief Inspector Kido has removed the people who have been illegally occupying your shop.
Childan
What?
KKempeitai Agent
I am instructed to inform you that it is yours to do with as you please once again.
Childan
Uh, I-I don't understand.
KKempeitai Agent
Chief Inspector Kido rewards you for your service to the Japanese National State.
Childan
My s-service to... Yes, of course. [bows] Arigato gozaimashita. [agents leave]
[a Japanese man visits Robert Childan's newly-reopened store]
Robert Childan
Kobayashi-san, what a delightful pleasure. How may I help you today?
KMr Kobayashi
I was, uh, wondering if you still had that precious baseball. The one signed by the Murderers' Row.
Childan
Oh, sumimasen. I no longer have that item in my possession.
KMr Kobayashi
I see. Delightful pleasure to see you back. [goes to leave]
Childan
Kobayashi-san. Um, I almost forgot. Rumor has it, a great influx of Americana may be moving west from the GNR.
KMr Kobayashi
And what is causing this influx?
Childan
The Nazis are in the midst of purging American history. So, if these rumors are correct, it would be a great bonanza for my business.
KMr Kobayashi
Hmm. Interesting. If you are able to procure these old American artifacts from the Reich, I would very much like to view them.
Childan
Hai.
[When Childan reemerges at his store and explains to his assistant, Yukiko, why he should talk to the Kempeitai about not being part of the BCR's Presidio raid, she's not too keen]
YYukiko
Your optimism is so American.
Robert Childan
What do you mean?
YYukiko
When I was 14, a man came to our village to collect the young girls. He told us we'd be nurses in the city and work with the war effort. I was excited. I wanted to go, but my father knew what he meant. They made the girls bainshunfu.
Childan
Prostitutes.
YYukiko
My father took me to the local authority. Sergeant Tanaka - a man he trusted. Tanaka scared off the man from the city, and I felt safe. And I'm working in the field, and Tanaka came. He took me in the field. My face in the dirt. I told my father what Tanaka had done to me. My father demanded my honor be restored.
Childan
Your father killed him?
YYukiko
No, Robert. He made me marry him. My father shook Tanaka's hand at the wedding, and I was married with the man for 12 years. The day Tanaka died was the day I was born. Never be ashamed of eating mice. We're survivors. We will outlive these men. All their honor, all their ribbons and medals are there to disguise who they really are, but their crimes are always revealed.