Nobuhiro!
Kazu?
Is that you?
It's been seventy-five years!
How remarkable that we've been reunited in this afterlife.
The afterlife?
Yes.
Of course.
But I don't recall...
Have I just arrived?
You and I both.
Whatever became of you?
My father decided to move to Hiroshima.
I started working for the railway at sixteen,
and stayed there for fifty years.
I married in Hiroshima,
and we had two children,
three grandchildren,
and a great-grandchild.
Your entire family?
They're all in the afterlife?
Is it fourth of July?
No, it's August.
I go look.
No, don't go out alone. Wait.
Yamato-san...
Yamato-san, slow down.
Hey. Hey! Son! Sonny.
What going on?
- We did it. - What?
We got 'em!
We bombed the Japs!
We hit Hiroshima!
Señora, do you need help?
Aguayo?
We can take you there.
This is our daughter, Esperanza.
Get her inside.
What happened?
Yuko found us.
She's taken Luz and the baby.
- Let's get her to bed. - Let's bring her inside.
Hector, can we borrow your truck?
Yes, of course. Why don't I come with you?
Stay with your grandmother.
Chester, watch out for military tonight.
This is no place for Japanese folks, so close to Los Alamos.
Did something happen tonight? In the war?
Do you know where Hiroshima is?
I had schoolmates from Hiroshima.
I visited there as a child.
For so many people to lose their lives on the same day...
there... here...
Stop.
Luz is alive.
The baby is alive.
There's still hope.
I can't see anything anymore.
Only darkness.
Earlier on, I confessed to Yuko.
That I was supposed to marry Furuya-san
and she was supposed to marry you.
When she heard that, she became crazed with anger.
She wanted to tear me to shreds.
Why didn't she?
I don't know.
If we find her
she will kill me right away.
I'm sure of it.
At 8:15 a.m. local time, the United States detonated a bomb
over the Japanese port city of Hiroshima.
This is reportedly the largest bomb ever detonated in human history...
Luz...
Luz!
Yuko-san!
Give me the baby!
I know it's you!
Give me the baby!
Oh, my god.
Luz.
The yurei...
She's taken him.
Where did she take him?
In the car.
Look!
The whole world is falling apart and people are celebrating.
As though a child in Hiroshima had anything to do with this war...
I wanted revenge once.
It consumed me.
I thought getting it would ease things,
but I didn't feel any better.
Major Bowen want to kill you.
It was either him or you.
You did only thing you can.
But I didn't... How did you...
Shh!
Only our people know.
It's alright.
If WRA not find out by now,
they never will.
You see...
it easy to want vengeance.
Natural as death.
What about you?
I cry more tear, come back from camp
than at camp.
All we had...
gone.
Gone.
Give him to me.
Give me my baby.
We will stay with her. Don't worry. Go find the baby.
I'm going now. I'll get him back.
I'm coming. I'm coming with you.
Lie back. Chester will get him.
You haven't called the police about the couple in the car?
- No, no. - Good.
I need you to take me back there.
Was there anyone else in the car?
Just them.
I didn't do it.
It was the woman.
With... with a baby.
We'll take you to a doctor, OK?
But can you please tell me what happened first?
Your mother...
must look perfect for her burial.
Today is a new moon.
Just like the day we parted.
How lucky!
Everything perfect.
Our perfect world...
Was a good day, wasn't it?
Yes. It was.
It's nice to keep your mind on other things.
Asako-san, I would like some more broth.
Yes, of course. Right away.
What are you doing?
Sister! That hurts!
This is the fashion.
You are a bride,
not a fishwife.
There.
Have a look.
Like the Bamboo Princess.
Furuya-san will think I've come from the moon.
Across the ocean, you can be whoever you like.
Isn't that the way in America?
So many stories.
Who knows what's true?
You'll know in two months time.
Write to me.
I hear the rivers flow with gold.
Oh!
Furuya-san sent me this.
Photos. Look.
Isn't he generous?
I heard he is a generous man.
Kind-hearted, too.
It will be a perfect day for Mother.
I will be a picture bride
and she will have you home to herself.
Perhaps one day, I will join you.
Always the fortunate one.
You have the spirit of a butterfly.
I will go see to Mother.
What a sight.
Lucky is the man who will receive this picture.
All right. Face me now.
Stay back.
I'll go in myself.
Then what? She'll just give you the baby?
My baby isn't Taizo.
The baby she wants is from 25 years ago.
Do you still have the picture on you?
I haven't forgotten it.
I just need you to do it.
She must have hidden here for months.
Preparing.
Carving stones.
Waiting for the baby to come.
Sutras on the walls.
No.
Not sutras.
Names.
"Kazutoyo Tanabe."
"Haru Tanabe."
Her ancestors.
Your ancestors.
Dozens of them.
She's preparing for a burial.
I have to go. Now.
Go where?
The limestone quarry. The stones are from the other side of the woods.
I know the path from here.
No. Listen, boy.
There's a better way. We just need some time.
There is no time.
She's taken my child.
Now please,
promise me you'll give the picture to Luz's abuela.
God damn you.
The trees in the photo, of you in Japan.
They're the same as here.
She's here, I know it.
How much farther?
Ah, Taizo... A true funeral is a marvelous thing.
There are people to give the choji, and the Howa,
and to recite the sutra.
But we have no one.
At least I can give you your precept name.
In the afterlife, you will not be Taizo.
Your precept name will be
Shaku Tai Chou.
So you may never be called back to this world.
Yuko-san.
I've come for my son.
He is not yours to have.
I have made a home in the afterlife.
For Taizo and Jirou.
But he is not Taizo.
I am.
You are not Taizo any longer.
Taizo...
is the baby you held in your arms so long ago.
I can reunite you with him.
Just as I did with Jirou.
The same magic as before?
My father has a picture.
Of me, as a baby.
Your father?
He died before you were born.
You don't even know your father.
He does.
I am his father.
He is my son.
My Taizo...
I will not allow
my son to pay for our sins.
Pop! No!
I can find another picture.
Find Ma, we need another picture.
I will not give you my son!
Hold this.
Do not let go.
A sutra? Why?
Pop, no. She'll possess you.
I'll make you end yourself.
The old teachings.
They fight the wandering spirit.
The sacred words, they weaken you,
and protect us from you!
We tried that at camp. It didn't work.
It did work.
It trapped her.
Until we burnt it off.
Now go. Get out of here.
Chester! Run!
No!
Taizo.
It's time for us to go.
No!
Chester!
The grave. She went in the grave.
What happened?
My God.
Henry.
Henry...
Wake up!
Henry...
Come on.
These sutras... Sutras everywhere.
How dare you defile my resting place?
Get the baby.
Go, go.
Asako-san.
Asako-san. Come on! Come on!
The sutras.
My father brought them.
They trap the spirit.
You've killed my husband...
and you nearly killed my son.
- Luz, stay back. - Kill me instead!
They were never yours to begin with!
You stole them from me!
Suffer forever,
like I have.
Live with what you have done.
Live with what you have done...
Live... with what you have done...
Taizo...
Stop it!
Monster!
Stop, Mom, stop!
Stop!
Mom, stop!
Stop.
She can't be killed.
It will not end until she's destroyed!
You can't destroy her.
Her spirit will never rest.
She'll find a way somehow.
Chester...
Maybe there is a way.
Of the twelve truths of the world,
tell me one, the Holy House of Jerusalem.
If you take our son into the afterlife,
there would be no future generations to honor you.
What you truly long for
is a time before all this happened.
Taizo was there.
Jirou as well.
In you.
A perfect moment.
All that time ago,
when you asked me to picture a perfect world...
this was the perfect world you imagined, wasn't it?
Now tell me...
is what you long for...
my son?
Or is it this moment?
We will go together.
Both of us.
Now...
picture your perfect world.
Of the twelve truths of the world,
tell me twelve.
The Twelve Apostles who accompanied our Lord Jesus on the holy cross.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Jirou is here.
Taizo as well.
You are pregnant with them.
That was a hopeful day...
You sacrificed yourself.
For us.
Now let us live.
So we may all remember you.
So your sacrifice will not have been in vain.
Is it possible to stay?
And return to your former self?
Perhaps only you can.
I will leave you then.
Chester. Son?
Stop dreaming. Are you taking the photo or not?
OK. Good.
I never told anyone this before.
Do you know why I became a fisherman?
I thought that's all there was.
No.
I became a fisherman because, in the water,
there's none of the cares of the world over there.
I was a bachelor here for so long.
I named my boat Taro.
"Firstborn son."
But when your mother came over and we adopted you,
the most miraculous thing happened.
I felt the same calmness.
When I held my boy in my hands...
all the cares of the world vanished.
My Taro.
I think today, I'm going to sail out into the ocean.
Far, far away from the world and all its troubles.
Come on.
Let's go together.
I can't, Pop.
I've got too much to do.
I understand.
How about taking one more picture?
Something to remember this day.
Yeah.
Sure.
You got it?
Yeah.
I got it.
Hey...
It's time to say goodbye to your jii-chan.
I wish he could have been with us a little longer.
To see the war end.
Maybe even see your mom and I settle down.
You know what his name is, son?
Henry.
Yeah.
Just like yours.
Come on, everyone! Portraits. For the Obon Festival.
Yamato-san! It's Genzo!
Little Genzo!
Look at you.
Where were you?
Manzanar. My whole family. You?
Colinas de Oro.
But now I'm in Hawaii
with my great-nephew.
Everybody there Japanese.
We went to Indiana. No one there is Japanese.
But that's where a farm took us in.
- Hey, Mama. - How are you?
Save some for the others, Yamato-san. I can barely keep up.
You make these?
Yeah.
Oh, my!
Enjoy.
Hey. Good, how are you?
No appetite?
Bad memories.
I hate that every time I come back to see my people,
it gives me nightmares.
But your babies are beautiful.
I want to adopt more.
I'd take them all from the hospital if I could.
Chester would probably like that.
And little Henry, too.
This is why we have Obon, son.
To remember.
Not just the people we know.
But the places we've been.
We have to make sure we keep remembering. OK?
Or else we forget who we are.