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"I remember," I said.
"Photographs always had integrity precisely because they were impossible to change. So we considered photographs to represent reality. But for several years now, computers have allowed us to make seamless alterations of photographic images. A few years back the National Geographic moved the Great Pyramid of Egypt on a cover photo. The editors didnt like where the pyramid was, and they thought it would compose better if it was moved. So they just altered the photograph and moved it. Nobody could tell. But if you go back to Egypt with a camera and try to duplicate that picture, youll find you cant. Because there is no place in the real world where the pyramids line up that way. The photograph no longer represents reality. But you cant tell. Minor example. "
"And someone could do the same thing to this tape?"
"In theory, any video can be changed. "
On the monitor, I watched the murder occurring a second time. This camera was from the far end of the room. It didnt show the actual murder very well, but afterward, Sakamura was clearly visible as he walked toward the camera.
I said, "The image could be changed how?"
Sanders laughed. "These days, you can make any damn change you want. "
"Could you change the identity of the murderer?"
"Technically, yes," Sanders said. "Mapping a face onto a complex moving object is now possible. Technically possible. But as a practical matter, itd be a bitch to do. "
I said nothing. But it was just as well. Sakamura was our leading suspect and he was dead; the chief wanted the case finished. So did I.
"Of course," Sanders said, "the Japanese have all sorts of fancy video algorithms for surface mapping and three-dimensional transformations. They can do things that we cant begin to imagine. " He drummed his fingers on the table again. "What is the timetable of these tapes? Whats their history?"
I said, "The murder happened at eight-thirty last night, as shown on the clock. We were told the tapes were removed from the security office around eight forty-five p. m. We asked for them, and there was some back-and-forth with the Japanese. "
"As always. And when did you finally take possession?"
"They were delivered to division headquarters around one-thirty a. m. "
"Okay," Sanders said. "That means they had the tapes from eight forty-five to one-thirty. "
"Right. A little less than five hours. "
Sanders frowned. "Five tapes, with five different camera angles, to change in five hours?" Sanders shook his head. "No way. It just cant be done, Lieutenant. "
"Yeah," Theresa said. "Its impossible. Even for them. Its just too many pixels to change. "
I said, "Youre sure about that. "
"Well," Theresa said, "the only way it could be done that fast is with an automated program, and even the most sophisticated programs need you to polish the details by hand. Things like bad blur can give it all away. "
"Bad blur?" I said. I found I liked asking her questions. I liked looking at her face.
"Bad motion blur," Sanders said. "Video runs at thirty frames a second. You can think of each frame of video as a picture thats shot at a shutter speed of one-thirtieth of a second. Which is very slow - much slower than pocket cameras. If you film a runner at a thirtieth of a second, the legs are just streaks. Blurs.
"Thats called motion blur. And if you alter it by a mechanical process, it starts to look wrong. The image appears too sharp, too crisp. Edges look odd. Its back to the Russians: you can see its been changed. For realistic motion, you need the right amount of blur. "
"I see. "
Theresa said, "And theres the color shift. "
"Right," Sanders said. "Inside the blur itself, there is a color shift. For example, look there on the monitor. The man is wearing a blue suit, and his coat is swinging out as he spins the girl around the room. Now. If you take a frame of that action, and blow it up to its pixels, you will find that the coat is navy, but the blur is progressive shades of lighter blue, until at the edge it seems almost transparent - you cant tell from a single frame exactly where the coat ends and the background begins. "
I could vaguely imagine it. "Okay. . . "
"If the edge colors dont blend smoothly, you will notice it immediately. It can take hours to clean up a few seconds of tape, as in a commercial. But if you dont do it, you will see it like that. " He snapped his fingers.
"So even though they duplicated the tapes, they couldnt have altered them?"
"Not in five hours," Sanders said. "They just didnt have time. "
"Then we are seeing what actually happened. "
"No doubt about it," Sanders said. "But well poke around with this image, anyway, after you go. Theresa wants to fiddle with it, I know she does. So do I. Check in with us later today. Well tell you if theres anything funny. But basically, it cant be done. And it wasnt done here. "
Chapter 7
As I pulled into the parking circle at the Sunset Hills Country Club, I saw Connor standing in front of the big stucco clubhouse. He bowed to the three Japanese golfers standing with him, and they bowed back. Then he shook hands with them all, tossed the clubs into the back seat, and got into my car.
"Youre late, k?hai. "
"Sorry. Its only a few minutes. I was held up at U. S. C. "
"Your lateness inconvenienced everyone. As a matter of politeness, they felt obliged to keep me company in front of the club while I waited for you. Men of their position are not comfortable standing around. They are busy. But they felt obligated and could not leave me there. You embarrassed me very much. And you reflected poorly on the department. "
"Im sorry. I didnt realize. "
"Start to realize, k?hai. Youre not alone in the world. "
I put the car in gear, and drove out. I looked at the Japanese in the rearview mirror. They were waving as we left. They did not appear unhappy, or in a rush to leave. "Who were you playing with?"
"Aoki-san is the head of Tokio Marine in Vancouver. Hanada-san is a vice-president of Mitsui Bank in London. And Kenichi Asaka runs all of Toyotas Southeast Asian plants from K. L. to Singapore. Hes based in Bangkok. "
"What are they doing here?"
"Theyre on vacation," Connor said. "A short holiday in the States for golf. They find it pleasant to relax in a slower-paced country like ours. "
I drove up the winding drive to Sunset Boulevard, and stopped to wait for the light. "Where to?"
"The Four Seasons Hotel. "
I turned right, heading toward Beverly Hills. "And why are these men playing golf with you?"
"Oh, we go way back," he said. "A few favors here and there, over the years. Im nobody important. But relationships must be maintained. A phone call, a small gift, a game when youre in town. Because you never know when you will need your network. Relationships are your source of information, your safety valve, and your early warning system. In the Japanese way of seeing the world. "
"Who asked for this game?"
"Hanada-san was already intending to play. I just joined him. Im quite a good golfer, you know. "
"Why did you want to play?"
"Because I wanted to know more about the Saturday meetings," Connor said.
I remembered the Saturday meetings. On the video we had seen at the newsroom, Sakamura had grabbed Cheryl Austin and said: You dont understand, this is all about the Saturday meetings.
"And did they tell you?"
Connor nodded. "Apparently they began a long time ago," he said. "Nineteen eighty or so. First they were held in the Century Plaza, and later in the Sheraton, and finally in the Biltmore. "
Connor stared out the window. The car jounced over the potholes on Sunset Boulevard.
"For several years, the meetings were a regular event. Prominent Japanese industrialists who happened to be in town would attend an ongoing discussion of what should be done about America. Of how the American economy should be managed. "
"What?"
"Yes. "
> "Thats outrageous!"
"Why?" Connor said.
"Why? Because this is our country. You cant have a bunch of foreigners sitting around in secret meetings and deciding how to manage it!"
"The Japanese dont see it that way," Connor said.
"Im sure they dont! Im sure they think they have a goddamn right!"
Connor shrugged. "As a matter of fact, thats exactly what they think. And the Japanese believe they have earned the right to decide - "
"Christ - "
"Because they have invested heavily in our economy. They have lent us a lot of money, Peter; a lot of money. Hundreds of billions of dollars. For most of the last fifteen years, the United States has run a billion dollars of trade deficit a week with Japan. Thats a billion dollars every week that they must do something with. A torrent of money roaring toward them. They dont especially want so many dollars. What can they do with all their excess billions?
"They decided to lend the money back to us. Our government was running a budget deficit, year after year. We werent paying for our own programs. So the Japanese financed our budget deficit. They invested in us. And they lent their money, based on certain assurances from our government. Washington assured the Japanese that we would set our house in order. We would cut our deficit. We would improve education, rebuild our infrastructure, even raise taxes if necessary. In short, we would clean up our act. Because only then does an investment in America make sense. "
"Uh-huh," I said.
"But we did none of those things. We let the deficit get worse, and we devalued the dollar. We cut its value in half in 1985. You know what that did to Japanese investments in America? It fucked them. Whatever they invested in 1984 now paid half its previous return. "
I vaguely remembered something about this. I said, "I thought we did that to help our trade deficit, to boost exports. "
"We did, but it didnt work. Our trade balance with Japan got worse. Normally, if you devalue your currency by half, the cost of everything imported doubles. But the Japanese slashed prices on their VCRs and copiers, and held their market share. Remember, business is war.
"All we really accomplished was to make American land and American companies cheap for the Japanese to buy, because the yen was now twice as strong as it had been. We made the biggest banks in the world all Japanese. And we made America a poor country. "
"What does this have to do with the Saturday meetings?"
"Well," Connor said, "suppose you have an uncle who is a drunk. He says if you lend him money hell stop drinking. But he doesnt stop drinking. And youd like to get your money. You want to salvage what you can from your bad investment. Also, you know that your uncle, being a drunk, is likely to get loaded and hurt somebody. Your uncle is out of control. So something has to be done. And the family sits down together to decide what to do about their problem uncle. Thats what the Japanese decided to do. "
"Uh-huh. " Connor must have heard the skepticism in my voice.
"Look," he said, "Get this conspiracy stuff out of your head. Do you want to take over Japan? Do you want to run their country? Of course not. No sensible country wants to take over another country. Do business, yes. Have a relationship, yes. But not take over. Nobody wants the responsibility. Nobody wants to be bothered. Just like with the drunken uncle - you only have those meetings when youre forced to. Its a last resort. "
"So thats how the Japanese see it?"
"They see billions and billions of their dollars, k?hai. Invested in a country thats in deep trouble. Thats filled with strange individualistic people who talk constantly. Who confront each other constantly. Who argue all the time. People who arent well educated, who dont know much about the world, who get their information from television. People who dont work very hard, who tolerate violence and drug use, and who dont seem to object to it. The Japanese have billions of dollars in this peculiar land and they would like a decent return on their investment. And even though the American economy is collapsing - it will soon be third in the world after Japan and Europe - its still important to try and hold it together. Which is all theyre trying to do. "
"Thats it?" I said. "Theyre just doing the good work of saving America?"
"Somebody needs to do it," Connor said. "We cant go on this way. "
"Well manage. "
"Thats what the English always said. " He shook his head. "But now England is poor. And America is becoming poor, too. "
"Why is it becoming poor?" I said, speaking louder than I intended.
"The Japanese say its because America has become a land without substance. We let our manufacturing go. We dont make things anymore. When you manufacture products, you add value to raw materials, and you literally create wealth. But America has stopped doing that. Americans make money now by paper manipulation, which the Japanese say is bound to catch up to us because paper profits dont reflect real wealth. They think our fascination with Wall Street and junk bonds is crazy. "
"And therefore the Japanese ought to manage us?"
"They think someone ought to manage us. Theyd prefer we do it ourselves. "
"Jesus. "
Connor shifted in his seat. "Save your outrage, k?hai. Because according to Hanada-san, the Saturday meetings stopped in 1991. "
"Oh?"
"Yes. That was when the Japanese decided not to worry about whether America would clean up its act. They saw advantages in the present situation: America is asleep, and inexpensive to buy. "
"So there arent Saturday meetings any more?"
"There are occasional ones. Because of nichibei kankei: the ongoing Japanese-American relationship. The economies of the two countries are interlocked by now. Neither country can pull out, even if they wanted to. But the meetings are no longer important. They are basically social functions. So what Sakamura said to Cheryl Austin is wrong. And her death had nothing to do with the Saturday meetings. "
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