In San Francisco, Jim and Artie ride into town and are surprised when three men in Japanese armor ride down on them. After a brief struggle, the agents drive their attackers off and they continue to their appointment...Read the full recap
Reiko O'Hara: Please, Mr. Gordon, can’t Reiko help?
Artemus: Reiko, my charming little lotus blossom adrift on moon-drenched waters, I have a feeling you already have.
James: I must say you keep a tidy charnel house.
Hannibal Egloff: Extraordinary! I suddenly realize that you’re repelled by death.
James: Almost as much as you’re fascinated by it.
Hannibal Egloff: Indeed I am! By its glory and majesty, sir. By its healing power that eventually cures the most stubborn of ailments—-by its unhurried wisdom that solves all problems, in time. Why, with its help I shall even accomplish the greatest miracle of all--reduce this mountain of flesh.
James: You’re the Dutchman, Gideon.
Gideon Falconer: Since that doesn’t seem to surprise you, why does it trouble you?
James: It troubles me, Gideon, because you were my friend.
Gideon Falconer: Friend? That is your word, not mine. A word which epitomizes this flabby, self-indulgent country of ours. America is dead, “old friend.” Morally dead. Only the feudal warlords of Asia still understand that even oceans of blood are to be preferred to a national existence without rectitude and discipline. For this country there’s no hope any longer. But if by the right use of power, I can force a return to the old ways in Japan...
James: You can't force a return, Gideon. You're an outsider.
Gideon Falconer: Not openly. But in the coming rebellion, by backing the winner.
Gideon Falconer: You really believe that you’re ready to take me on?
James: I don't know if I can take you on or not, Gideon. But I had a good teacher. Probably the best.
James: So the final truth and the final masqueradeR. the demure, concerned daughter of Japan. Reiko, it was a pose all along, wasn't it?
Reiko O'Hara: Some of it was. Some of it was not. My love for Falconer—-our dreams of the power we were going to exercise—-those were real.