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A TOHO PRESENTATION

A Kitty Films Production

THE MAN WHO STOLE THE SUN

Kenji Sawada

Bunta Sugawara

Kimiko Ikegami

Kazuo Kitamura
Shigeru Koyama
Kei Sato

Yunosuke Ito
(Special Appearence)

Class 3, group 3—Yoshizawa.

Toshiyuki Nishida
Yutaka Mizutani

Okay, next.

Bubblegum's late again.

He’s so lazy!

- Yamamoto Kyo—
- What happened to your badge?

Sorry.

OK, next.

Class 3, group 3,
homeroom teacher—Kida Makoto.

Executive Producer:
Mataichiro Yamamoto

Attention!

Producer: Kei Ijichi

- Bow!
- Good morning.

What is energy?
Energy is power.

So how do we calculate power?

Original Story: Leonard Schrader
Screenplay: Leonard Schrader, Kazuhiko Hasegawa

Cinematography:
Tatsuo Suzuki

Gaffer:
Hideo Kumagai

Production Design:
Yoshinaga Yoko'o

Sound Recordist:
Kenichi Benitani

Editing: Akira Suzuki

Welcome!
The Crenshaw melon is delicious!

Music:
Takayuki Inoue

Directed by:
Kazuhiko Hasegawa

I’m home.

Drink up!

OK, here you go.

OK Kato.

Look close!

Never give up!

Yes, yes.

Yes, no problem.

Huh? Yes, I understand.
Yes.

Station 8, end of report.

Yes, what is it?

What’s wrong, mister?

What’s this?
“Wakabacho 1-3-27.”

Have a seat.

“Mr. Sato Shigeo,” correct?
Please wait a minute.

Here we go.

Wakabacho... Wakabacho...

Ouch!

What was that for?

- Huh?
- Mosq... mosq...

Oh, thanks!

The mosquitoes are awful here.
Open gutters all over the place.

Thanks a lot, Mayor Minobe.
Oops, it’s Suzuki now, right?

Let's see now.

You sure came prepared, mister.

Thanks a lot.

Number 27, right?
Let's see.

Hey! I’m no mosquito.

Let's see...

Wait a sec...

"Handgun Stolen from Police Officer
Did Thief Use Sleeping Gas?"

Bubblegum

Bubblegum’s sleeping again!

- Everyone’s here?
- Yes!

- Come on, let’s go!
- The guide's not back yet.

Where's Saito?

What’s the holdup?

You!
What do you think you’re doing?

Do you want to die?

I’ll kill everyone.

What are you laughing at?

Get moving!
Drive the bus!

We’re going to Imperial Palace!
To the palace!

What are you going to do
at the Imperial Palace?

I have business with the emperor.

What?

- I need to talk to the emperor!
- What do you need to talk about?

About getting back my child.
My son...

Close the gate!
Close the gate!

Fire! Shoot to kill!

Man in the bus.
Hijacker in the bus.

You are completely surrounded!

Stop this foolishness and release
the hostages at once!

- He’s got a machine gun!
- The hostages are middle school students.

Drop your weapons
and come out!

Drop your weapons
and come out!

- May I?
- Yes, sir.

You in the bus!
You in the bus!

Toyo Tourism

State your demands.
Please state your demands.

Inspector, the sniper
team has arrived.

There’s twenty men here,
and fifteen behind.

- How about here?
- It’s a blind spot.

Someone’s coming out.

Who’s that guy?

It’s the teacher.

Hurry!

Have any of the students been injured?
Is there a single gunman?

- What kind of weapon does he have?
- What’s the situation inside?

Are the students safe?

What are his demands?
Yamashita―I’m handling this case.

Nice to meet you.

Can you tell me his demands?

He says—

He wants to see the emperor.

He wants to meet the emperor
and talk about something.

OK, when I say “fire,”
start shooting.

But from that distance
we might hit you...

It’s the only way.
To your posts.

Yes, sir!

- Let me know when they’re ready.
- Understood.

- I’m going too.
- But...

My students are waiting.
And I don’t want that guy to get upset.

- Just don’t get in my way.
- Thanks.

This is Inspector Yamashita
of the Marunouchi police.

Mr. Kido and I
are coming to the bus.

We’re coming to talk.
We’d like you to cooperate.

In exchange,
I’m going to put down my weapon.

What do you teach?

- Science.
- Really?

Not much use now, is it?

Halt!
Stop there!

Hands on your heads!

Don’t move ‘em!

Wait!

N-Not yet—
Stay where you are!

OK, come in.

On your knees!
On your knees over there!

The emperor says he’ll
meet with you.

I’m telling the truth.

He says he’ll talk with you.

Really?
He said that?

Thank you.
My deepest gratitude.

But before that—

Before that I want you to
release the hostages.

The Emperor also hopes
you will honor this request.

It’s so bright!

Stay back!

Don’t come any closer!

Get back in the barricade!

What’s going on?

Hey, walk!

Hurry!

Open the gate!

Don’t try anything!

Do what you promised!
You made a promise!

Don’t try anything!

Shut up!

Run!

Fire!
Do it now, shoot!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

Forgive me, Emperor.

Ambulance!

Bring an ambulance!

You all right, teacher?

Yes.

I heard he just got released
from a mental hospital.

That cop was cool.

He’s a freak.

Bubblegum’s pretty weird too.

- He was fearless!
- It’s funny how he can be so brave.

Even though he always looks like
he’s about to fall asleep!

Hijacker Shot, All Hostages Rescued.
Students Face Eight Hours of Terror.

The Culprit—Yamazaki Ryukichi.

Inspector Yamashita Becomes Hero
Officer Throws Self at Mad Criminal

Teacher’s Valiant Effort

Hey!

What is atomic power?

On December 2, 1942,
humanity first unleashed

this power—massive and
beautiful like the sun

with CP-1, a small atomic reactor located
at the University of Chicago.

The extremely strong bond
between protons and neutrons

serves as the foundation for atomic energy.

The strength of this bond is
10^40 times gravitation.

July, 1945—

America caries out the first successful atomic
bomb experiments in Los Alamos, New Mexico.

August 3―Hiroshima.
August 9―Nagasaki.

The massive power released in an
instant as matter becomes non-matter,

destroys cities and incinerates people.

July, 1949―Russia’s atomic bomb
experiments are successful.

December, 1952―England.

Anyone can make an atomic bomb.

With the power of the sun back in
your hands, your world changes.

Anyone can make an atomic bomb.
As long as they can get a hold of plutonium-239.

Bang!

Bang!

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm..."

"I'm..."

What are you trying to do?

What are you trying to do?

DO NOT ENTER

PRIVATE
PROPERTY

Storage

Of course, the security apparatus
at Tokai Nuclear Power Plant is unbelievably strict,

so don’t get any ideas.

And that’s it.
Any questions?

If you don’t have any questions,
class is dismissed.

Early morning on April 11, at Tokai Nuclear
Power Plant in Ibaraki prefecture,

an unknown assailant affixed a small handmade
explosive to a transmission tower.

- Was it an attack by a radical group?
- Was it a lone wolf?

Today, the Ibaraki police department

established a special investigatory unit
that is currently looking into the matter.

At this point, to say whether
a radical group is responsible—

“We Must Consider the Dangers
of Atomic Power.”

What’s with the stale
social commentary?

Listen, I really think a radical
sect just stole some plutonium.

But that won’t fly
on the radio.

- A plutonium thief?
- Yeah.

OK, let’s do it!

Good evening. We’re no good, you and I,
and on air we’re partners in crime.

This is DJ Sawai “Zero” Reiko.

Have you heard about
the plutonium thief?

If you ask Zero, the criminal
is a 14 year old girl.

She’s probably got it hanging from
a necklace right now―plutonium love!

Platonic love!

Pretty square!

Child of science
At 100 thousand horsepower

Mighty Atom

Separation

Filtration

The tenacity to dig all the way into
that ball―that’s what makes a hit!

A tenacious strike, single to center,
runner on first, no outs.

The batter has a chance at a triple.
He’s already hit one from Enatsu so far.

Hirata is up to bat.

Unfortunately, this is the end of our broadcast.
Good night from Korakuen Stadium.

Tonight’s commentary has been
provided by Aoki Tsuneo.

- Thank you, Mr. Aoiki.
- What a shame.

- Well, good night.
- Good night, ladies and gentlemen.

It’s a familiar but new face!

- With over fifty improvements...
- No way!

"How to Make an A-bomb"

"How to Make an A-bomb"

That’s how plutonium can be turned
from an oxide into a metal.

Any questions so far?

- Mr. Kido.
- Yes?

Is making an atomic bomb going
to be on the entrance exam?

Entrance exam?

If it’s not, just move on
to the next unit.

Yeah! Our class is the only
one doing this stuff!

Study for your entrance exams at cram
school. We don’t need to do that here.

Yeah, knock it off, you guys!

Mr. Kido, what was that about the
critical mass of plutonium?

Right, the critical mass is
quite difficult to calculate.

And so—

- He’s back at it, that idiot!
- Mission accomplished!

Just let him go.

Whatever.

Consumer Loans

Consumer Loans

- Insurance card, please.
- Here.

500 thousand yen on a
three month term, right?

Yes. I’ll pay it back when
I get my next bonus.

So, you’re a school teacher.

We’ve been getting a lot
of teachers lately.

Listen, teach.

It’s best if you lay
off the gambling.

- Got it.
- All right.

Police are investigating the
suicides of two businessmen

who jumped to their deaths at Tokyo Station
during commute hours this morning.

Police have not dismissed this chain
of events as mere coincidence.

An update on the bombing on August 11 at Ibaraki
prefecture, Tokai city atomic power plant:

Former JRCL leader
Sakurai Kunihiko, 29,

has been added to the national
wanted list as a suspect

in the August 11 attack
on Tokai NPP.

According to reports, the ignition
materials used in the bomb

match those from the police box
bombings last November.

Plutonium Metal Completed

Plutonium Metal Completed

I did it! I did it!

I did it! I did it!

Since you all wanted it,
there’s a test today.

The answer key is on the back, so grade
them yourselves and bring them to my desk.

Start!

Can we really look at the back?

- This’ll be a piece of cake!
- For real!

Mr. Kido! Mr. Kido!

- Huh?
- Are you feeling OK?

No, no. I’m OK.
Fine, tip-top.

Good evening. We’re no good, you and I,
and on air we’re partners in crime.

This is DJ Sawai “Zero” Reiko.

We’re partners in crime, but there
weren’t any good crimes today.

Sorry to break it to you.

Maybe that’s not something
to apologize for.

Hey, listen up! I’ll be appearing on
an afternoon program tomorrow.

Late night broadcasts get lonely, after all.
Tonight it’s just me in the studio.

Anyway, how about some
music for a change?

That's it!
Success!

This is the National
Police Agency.

- I’d like to speak with the chief.
- What? Hello?

The chief, Tanaka Zenkichi.

He’s about to leave.
Who is this?

He’ll know me as the Tokai bomber.

Let me speak with him unless
you want to get scolded later.

OK. Just a moment.

Hello, this is Tanaka.

You’re a real piece of work!

Lying that the guards at Tokai NPP
didn’t have guns.

And I’m no radical group!

Hold on, miss—

I mean—sir. Hello?

I’m going to return some
of what I took.

Although it looks a little
different now.

What? OK.

I’m only going to say it once.

- Listen carefully.
- OK.

Hey, you!
Write this down!

OK, I’m ready!

At the National Diet Building.

The National Diet Building—

What?
The National Diet Building?

OK!

In the women’s restroom
by the west entrance.

The women’s restroom by
the west entrance!

Hey, hurry up!

This is our worst-case scenario.

Mr. Ichikawa!

This is the hard part.
Refining it, that is.

Fine workmanship.

Mr. Nakayama!

What’s the situation?
Can I get a rundown?

I need a room on the east side,
fourteenth or fifteenth floor.

Yes, yes.

Yes.
Anything available?

I'll take it.

The name is Kido―Kidokoro Masao.

Yes, appreciate it!

I look awful!

It’s the worst substance ever invented by man:
chemical symbol Pu, plutonium-239.

- Mr. Ichikawa, I don’t need a science lecture.
- This isn’t science―it’s reality.

If someone ground up this little fragment
and spread it into the Tokyo air,

countless thousands would die.

The plum represents the amount of
plutonium needed for a bomb.

Just fill this with plutonium,
and you’ve got a fine atomic bomb.

Careful, there’s something
important inside.

Yamashita, Marunouchi police.

Right this way.

Chief, Inspector Yamashita
is here.

OK, we'll speak later.

You're Yamashita?

I’ve been waiting for you.

This is Mr. Nakayama, the
prime minister’s secretary.

This is Professor Ichikawa,
a nuclear researcher.

The fact of the matter is—

Bottom of the fourth,
Taiyo’s up with two outs.

The runner is Arima―Nakatsuka
has entered the left side batter’s box.

Kato is the starting pitcher
for the Giants.

A good pitch from Kato.
It’s a hit―single to left!

Nagatsuka’s known for hitting
to the opposite field.

It’s a grounder.
Two outs, runner on first.

Bottom of the fourth, Taiyo with
two outs and a runner on first.

Yamashita has entered the
left side batter’s box.

I’ll call again at eight
tonight, got it?

There’s someone I need you to
get in touch with by then.

He’s the only person I’ll
speak with from now on.

Inspector Yamashita, First Investigation
Division, Marunouchi police.

Got it?

What are you talking about?

I don’t want to talk with
a yokel like you.

- Yokel?
- That’s enough!

Do you know this voice,
Inspector Yamashita?

- I don’t think so.
- He’s a queer!

Believe you me!
That’s how they talk!

The tone of his voice
wasn’t clear.

Meaning?

- He was using a voice scrambler.
- A voice scrambler?

A device that alters the
tone of a human voice.

Right.

We won’t be able to get
a voiceprint.

A voice scrambler and
an A-bomb―

anyone with the will
could build either.

The required knowledge isn’t beyond
the level of a college undergrad,

and the materials are all available from
electronics shops and scientific supply stores.

Except for the plutonium.

Though someone building a
bomb could get careless

and die from radiation poisoning.

Private citizens have no place
making something like this.

Only a nation has need
for atomic weapons.

It's him!

Yamashita, ready?

Start a trace.

Hello? Hello?

- This is Mr. Yamashita, isn’t it?
- Yes.

This is Yamashita.

That’s wonderful.
I finally get to talk with you.

You’ve got a lovely voice.

Stop wasting my time.
What do you want?

Don’t be like that.

We still have a minute and forty
seconds before you can trace the call.

Let’s have a nice chat.

Fine.
I want to ask you something.

What is it?

Why did you choose me?

What’s wrong?
Some reason you can’t answer?

You’re...a celebrity, after all.

I read about you in the paper,

“Crazed hijacker arrested,”
“Inspector Yamashita becomes a hero,” right?

Such a brave man.
Everything work out OK?

That old guy died.

I’m going to tell you my demands.
We’re almost out of time.

Hello?

I’m listening.

My first demand―

This one isn’t even worth
calling a “demand,” but―

The night game on TV―
I want to see the whole thing.

The broadcast stops at nine.
It always ends right at the best part.

Isn’t it a drag?
I’m serious!

I see.

Taiyo is playing the Giants tonight.

But no way it’ll end by nine,
you know?

Show me the whole thing!

That’s up to the TV station.

Shut up! Who gives a shit
about the TV station?

Don’t you represent the
nation of Japan?

Stop bitching and do
what I tell you!

If you don’t,
I’ll blow up the ballpark.

You understand,
Mr. Yamashita, don’t you?

Thank you for your cooperation.

It’s a hit!
It’s going long!

It’s gone into the left field stands!
Home run!

A perfect home run!

A straight line to the left stands!
Home run!

The reason?
I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you.

At least, I can’t tell
you right now.

So please if you could just—

Hello?

No good.
They think it’s a joke.

That’s not good enough. It needs to come
from the prime minister himself.

Call him!

Looks like Coach Nagashima
is worried about a hit.

Nagashima is switching
out the pitcher.

If we don’t hurry, we won’t make it in time.
Ten minutes until the broadcast ends.

- Yamashita!
- Huh?

You actually want to watch it,
don’t you?

Not me.

Giants on offense in the seventh―
can they make good on this opportunity?

Unfortunately, that’s all
the time we have today.

Right at the climax! A home run could
turn the whole game around.

That’s right, such a shame.

- Thank you, Mr. Aoki, and good night.
- Good night.

What’s that? Keep going?
This is the first I’m hearing about it.

I’m not taking the blame for this.

OK, I’m going to continue.

My apologies.

Since our sponsors have made
a special exception tonight,

we will be broadcasting
the entire game.

And here’s Oh.
It’s a hit!

And it’s a big one. Coming in from
behind with a three-run homer!

Oh Sadaharu has done it!

I did it!
Kido Makoto did it too!

I did it!

I did it! I did it!
Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!

Yamashita speaking.

Thanks for your hard work.
You pulled it off.

- Think nothing of it.
- I think we’re going to get along.

I wonder.

I’ll tell you my name as
a token of gratitude.

That’s something I’d
like to know.

I’m #9.

What’s that?
Baseball again?

Not this time. There are currently eight
countries with nuclear weapons.

USA, USSR, China, France,
England, India.

Unofficially, Israel and
Union of South Africa.

That makes eight.
I’m the ninth.

And with that—
Good night.

Wait, #9!
Can’t we talk a little more?

Sorry. I’m busy.

Gotta watch the game.

See you!
Night!

Hey!

Does anyone have any thoughts?

You didn’t watch it?
Are you stupid?

- Who won?
- The Giants, of course!

Second demand:
End competitive entrance exams

First demand: Extend night game -> OK

Let me know if you
have any thoughts!

Please be quiet!

Second demand:
\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx\hx

Shut up!
Nobody cares.

Did you see Oh’s home run?

Please, be quiet!

Hey! Don’t play coy.

What is it that you really want?

In broad daylight, from the city center,
Zero continues to make her advance!

The number is Tokyo 03-354-0218.
354-0218.

Let’s have some music
before the next segment.

My tears have already dried

Starting from tomorrow,
no more worries

I’ll be free like the wind

Something solitary and carefree

Something solitary and carefree

Close your eyes
and close your heart.

Yes, this is Zero.

Hello? Hello?

What’s going on?

The thing is,
I have an A-bomb.

What? Hello?
Could you speak normally?

I’ve got an A-bomb.

What did you say you have?

An A-bomb.
An atomic bomb!

An atomic bomb?
You mean the real kind that blows up?

Wow! That’s a big one.

Where do you get
something like that?

I made it myself.

Hello?

Yes, I’m listening,
Mr. A-bomb.

I wanted to ask you.

Actually, I wanted to ask
everyone listening.

Come on, out with it!
I’m getting impatient.

I can do whatever I want as
long as I have this thing.

It’s stupid, I know,

but I can’t decide
what I want to do.

What do you think?

I see what you mean.

OK. I’ll ask the listeners.

“If you could have anything,
what would you wish for?”

Like Aladdin's lamp, right?

This isn’t a joke!

But of course!

By the way, what’s your name?

Whoops,
I assume you’re anonymous.

It’s fine.
I’ll tell you.

I’m #9.
After 9 is 0.

That’s you, Zero.
It’s your turn.

OK. You have your assignments—
start working on the evidence.

- And Satomi...
- Hey!

There’s a guy on the radio
saying he has an A-bomb!

Zero, you can’t put too many
guys like that on the air.

I know.
But he was kinda funny, right?

Aladdin's Magic A-bomb.

This is Zero’s A-bomb corner.
Give me a ring!

The number is—

Hello, this is Zero.

Me? I want to live in a house made of snacks.
Chocolate, and ice cream, and hamburger steak.

Hamburger steak?
That’s not a snack!

I’d blow up the bomb!
Boom!

Hey! Calm down!

- I’d go to Morocco.
- What do you want to do in Morocco?

I can’t say it over the phone.
I’m too shy.

What’s that supposed to mean?
I’m hanging up. Bye.

Wow!
A long distance call―thanks!

You can do whatever you want!
Can’t you come up with anything better?

I’d become the leader
of a biker gang.

I’d drive a huge bike with a
lowered suspension and custom tires.

Please make Asahi Shinbun report
on the Inkoi vs. Baba match.

I’m fine, so I just want
everyone to be healthy.

I’d make the JSDF and the American
army fight with real bullets.

I’d have the catcher Nagashima and the
pitcher Egawa play catch with the A-bomb.

I wouldn’t do anything. Dreams are
better when they aren’t realized.

I’d say whatever I want—maybe rob
a bank―I’d go down a dark path.

What I want most right
now is a house.

I’d make the cops or the
JSDF clean up the city.

It’d be funny if I could boss
everyone around, just for a day.

Are you listening, #9?

I thought of something good!
A Rolling Stones concert in Japan.

Right, at Budokan.
Wouldn’t that be great?

They were supposed to
play six years ago.

They even sold tickets.
I bought one,

but the show got canceled.
There was one reason.

They smoke dope. The Japanese
government wouldn’t give them a visa.

Who cares? It’s not like they’d
bring in marijuana and sell it.

That’s it―it’s perfect!

The Rolling Stones at Budokan.
Are you listening, Mr. A-bomb?

What do you think?

So there really is a guy who
made an atomic bomb?

It’s obviously a prank call.
Someone’s idea of a joke.

Jokes can be criminal if
they go too far.

Should I stop telling jokes too?

A single phone call can stop a
train or ground an airplane.

So you’re saying the
media’s to blame too.

I’m sorry for the inconvenience,
but we’d appreciate your cooperation.

Fine with me.

Don’t agree without thinking.

Is that a line tracer?

- Yes.
- That’s so interesting.

Hold on a second!
What are you doing?

At least submit the
proper paperwork.

We already did.

So you’re really trying to
catch this prankster.

I’d like to straighten
him out a bit.

The next broadcast is
Saturday, correct?

Saturday at two.

He might try to make
contact with you.

If something comes up,
call this number.

Can I get your card?

Here.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Excuse us.

I didn’t know inspectors from the First Investigation
Division straighten out prank callers.

I appreciate your help.

Inspector Yamashita Masao.

Start the trace.

Hello? Hello?

I’ve decided on my second
demand, Mr. Yamashita.

What is it?

- Heard of the Rolling Stones?
- Yeah.

We were just looking into that.

So you heard the radio.

It was hard to miss.

That makes things easy.
The Rolling Stones at Budokan―

A newspaper announcement within a week,
the performance within three.

- That’s all.
- Hey! Hold on a minute.

It’s not that simple.

Have the government sponsor it.
You’ll make a mint if it goes well.

Of course, if Keith, or Mick, or any
of the members are missing,

it’ll bring disgrace to
the Japanese government.

Let’s go, Japan!

Kido Makoto,
we thank you for your courage

in the face of danger during the
Sakashitamon busjacking incident,

and your assistance in the arrest
of the offending party.

In light of these
courageous actions...

- Have your injuries healed?
- More or less.

You must be busy.

Well, I’m stuck working
on a tedious case.

Tedious?

This guy who keeps doing one
dumb thing after another.

Thanks.

You must be worn out.

Not at all.
This is nothing.

Your body’s your most important
asset in my line of work.

Mine too.

- About that tedious case...
- Inspector.

OK.

You’ll have to excuse me.

- Is that the pork soup, Inspector?
- Yeah.

It’s pretty good at HQ.

I hear this is the best
place for a chat.

I’m having soup too.

If you have information,
I could have gone to you.

I have information,
but I’m not sure about it.

- They’re in LA, after all.
- What?

The Rolling Stones!

What about them?
Something happen?

You don’t need to play dumb.
I know people in the industry.

I heard the Ministry of Foreign
Affairs is making a move.

And you're the one moving them.

Want to sit here?

How about we go somewhere
a little nicer?

Out here 70 yen pork soup
tastes like 7000 yen.

What you were saying before,
don’t blab about it on air.

So, I was right.
Mr. A-bomb heard the show,

so he asked you to get the Stones.
And now you’re doing it.

Which means he really does have a bomb.
A real atomic bomb!

Stop!

You’re scary.

You’re free to think whatever
you want, Miss Zero.

What do you mean free? Somebody’s been
tailing me and Sasai, the director.

Don’t treat me like
I’m your enemy.

We’re on the same team.

The same team?
Why?

Because he chose you.

He chose me too.

You too?

My job is to catch killers.

I’m not good at dealing
with punks.

What do we share that
made him choose us?

You’re off air, but it looks like
we’re partners in crime.

Are you trying to say,
“Let’s get along?”

You’re a smart girl.

You’re a faithful servant,
aren’t you?

What do you mean?

You’d use me as bait to
catch Mr. A-bomb.

Yeah.
He’s too dangerous.

- Let him go.
- What?

You can’t catch him!

We’re not on the same team.

You’re on his side.

He’s given us a dream.
A dream I want to look after.

Goodbye.

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Everyone!
The Rolling Stones are coming!

Three cheers for Aladdin’s lamp!

Let’s end it here.

You can’t carry on waving
around A-bombs everywhere.

What would the people who died
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki think?

“I made an A-bomb, but I don’t know
what to ask the government for."

"Please help me!” Who ever heard
of something so ridiculous?

It’s a nasty joke,
so let’s put a stop to it.

Why stop?
The A-bomb corner’s a hit!

Are you trying to provoke
Mr. A-bomb?

I get it. He’s definitely going
to get mad and call again.

You’re starting to
wise up, Asai.

Grow up!

Come on, A-bomb!

Tokyo 03-354-0218.

Hello, this is Zero.

You’ve been spouting off
a bunch of nonsense.

- Hello, are you―
- This is Mr. A-bomb.

- It’s really you!
- I have an A-bomb.

The government listens to whatever
I say, so the Stones are coming.

At least, that’s where
things stand right now.

- But―
- No buts.

You shouldn’t lie on the radio.
Thieves begin as liars.

Hello? Hello?

Anyway―

Anyway, here’s some music.

What’s up? Bathroom?

I’ll be right back.

- Hey!
- Keep it going!

What?
Sawai Reiko’s gone?

Hello?
Hello? Ishikawa!

Um...

- It’s going to collapse.
- What?

Can’t take your hands off suddenly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Something you need?

Why are you following me?

Well, actually—

I’m Sawai Reiko.

I’m a DJ on the radio.

Really?

Ah! It’s gonna fall after all.
Give me a hand.

What?

Looks like you’ve got
some time on your hands.

How’s your job?
Interesting?

Yeah, it’s pretty interesting
as far as women’s jobs go.

- Got a man?
- What?

Boyfriend, lover, sugar daddy,
gigolo, side piece.

We broke up last year.
We got in a stupid fight.

A lover―a gigolo, actually.

So now I’m free.
How about yourself?

What do you mean?

Your job, or your girlfriend.

Hey―

I'm going.

Hold on!

That’s not fair, making me
do all the talking.

At least tell me your name.

I don’t have one yet.

Your job?

Swindler.

- Where do you live?
- Tokyo.

Wife and kids?

None.
Alone, single.

What about your parents?

I killed them.
A long time ago.

Got a lover? A woman?

A woman—

You smell like gum―sweet.

What are you doing?

No!

What was the for?
What’s wrong with you?

Why?

You’re awful.
Why did you do that?

Asshole!

Asshole! Asshole!
Asshole!

You asshole!

That’s not what he looked like.

How about this?

That’s wrong too.

And how about this one?

I told you that’s not what he looked like.
Not even close.

Isn’t that enough?

Stop protecting him, Miss Sawai.

Protecting?
Why would I protect him?

I wish I could see
his face once more.

Hey!
Bring her a blanket.

Yes.

He was wearing sunglasses
the whole time.

I only saw his face a little.

- Hey.
- OK.

Let’s confirm one more time.

His hair looked like this, right?

It was different,
but that’s the closest one.

Between these two,
which is closer?

They’re both wrong.
His eyes didn’t look like that.

- Inspector.
- Let’s put aside the eyes

and move on to the
nose and mouth.

How about this?

That’s close.

Let’s return to the eyes.

- How’s this?
- Not that one.

And this?

How's this one?

It’s wrong!

I’m telling you, it’s wrong!

And this?

Not that one.

Exposure to 300-600 rad

In the early stages, vomiting

diarrhea.

In the middle stages hair loss, tooth loss.

Death.

Mr. Kido.

Looks like you’ve
made up your mind.

- What do you mean?
- You don’t need to hide it from me.

You’re getting married,
aren’t you?

- What?
- It’s fine.

There’s nothing to hide.

A strange man was here
asking about you yesterday.

They call them private
detectives, don’t they?

He had a fearsome look in
his eyes, like a policeman.

Electrical current can’t
usually pass through air,

but when we raise the voltage like this,
the current is able to pass.

Again—

Mr. Kido.

Mr. Kido!

You’re Kido Makoto, right?

Yes.

- Why are you running from me?
- That’s because—

We have a problem.
At least pay the interest.

- Interest?
- Don’t play dumb!

You took out a loan last month.
Look! Look!

Is that all you want?

- What was that for?
- Is that all, you bastard?

That hurt, asshole!

You're a loan shark!

Of course I am!

- Just some loan shark?
- What’s wrong with you?

Fine, fine, fine!

- So you’ll pay the interest?
- Nope. No money.

No money?

- No, no.
- What do you mean, “No, no?”

Stop laughing!
You can’t fool me, asshole!

Stop that!
Where are you going?

How long?

Let me see.
Fifty-five―no, fifty seconds.

So we could trace the line in
a minute and ten seconds.

It’s possible in theory.

- But look―
- I see.

But there’s no other way.

We can’t just cut off phone
service to everyone in Tokyo.

If he gets a notion to push the switch on that
bomb, then the people of Tokyo will die.

Yamashita, you don’t need to
explain that to me.

Chief, you moved your family
to Hokkaido, didn’t you?

They’re just taking a vacation.
Every year―

Where can the people of
Tokyo take a vacation?

He has a weakness.

This.

He wants to interact with people.
He wants to talk with me.

That’s his only weakness!

I understand, Yamashita.
We’ll convince the phone company.

It won't be easy.

Please.

Hello.
This is Ishikawa.

Proceed as you were.

That’s the emergency line.
I’ll call you back.

Hello. Hello?

- Is this Yamashita?
- Yes, it's me.

It’s been a while.
How are you holding up?

Staying alive, somehow.
It’s getting hot these days.

It’ll be summer soon.
Summer’s hot for everyone.

- Don’t you have air conditioning?
- What? Yeah.

I’ve just got a fan.
It’s hot!

That’s too bad.

I’ve got an old one we don’t
use anymore at my house.

If you give me your address,
I’ll send it over.

Sorry to trouble you,
but I’ll pass.

I’ll just buy a new one.

That’s grand.

The Hitachi Beaver is
supposed to be good.

How much do they run?

Let me see.
About 300 thousand yen.

Really?
I should be able to afford one.

I’ve got 500 million yen coming.

So that’s what you’re really after.

Why not make it 5 billion
while you’re at it?

It’s not like the government is
using it for anything important.

No, that’s OK.
500 million is enough for me.

500 million yen in unmarked
ten-thousand-yen notes.

Have it ready by Sunday
afternoon, May 20.

No tricks.

Damn!
We didn’t get the trace.

Shit! Exactly a minute and
fifty seconds, yet again.

Fine, that’s fine.

It's noon.

Ready, Ishikawa?

Ready.

Start the trace.

Hello.

Do you have everything ready,
Mr. Yamashita?

Yes, as you requested.

Cut the FD circuit.

Listen up! The two officers with the
money will carry black flags.

Big ones. You can write “Metropolitan Police
Department” on them if you feel like it.

They will stand at Jinnan Crossing
on Shibuya Koen Dori. Got it?

Shibuya Koen Dori,
Jinnan Crossing?

Cut the SD circuit.

I know—

Hello?
What’s wrong with the phone?

Hello? Hello?

Yamashita, you’re coming too.

That’s a cafe called Naru
near Yoyogi station.

The phone number is 379-0951.
Wait there.

Hey!

No dice?

No, but he was somewhere in Shibuya.

This is Tadokoro.
Standing by.

- Just follow my orders.
- Yes.

Is Mizushima ready?

Yes, everything is ready.

Start the trace.

Hello.

Have them start walking.

In the center of the street
with the demonstrators.

OK.

- Have them run next.
- Run?

Yes, run, fast.

Cut the FD circuit.

OK. Go into the Yamanote building
and head to the roof.

But I don’t like this, Mr. Yamashita.

Have those helicopters
circling around leave.

Hello?
Do you have the trace yet?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Get rid of the helicopters
or the deal is off.

The trace is finished.

It’s a pay phone on the roof
of Tokyu Department Store.

- Got it!
- Hello? Hello?

Are you listening?

- Hello?
- Hello?

It got cut off?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Don't move!
Don’t let anyone escape!

Stay back!

Close the doors!

Show me your bag.

Open your bag!

These are my terms: lift the blockade
and I’ll tell you where the bomb is.

So now you speak in
your natural voice.

Shut up! If you don’t do it,
I’ll detonate the bomb.

You’ve got it backwards!

- First tell me where the bomb is.
- No, I refuse.

I accept your terms. I’ll tell you where
the bomb is. Call off the blockade.

OK, where’s the bomb?

It’s underneath the table you’re using.

Be careful with it.
If it blows up, you’ll be the first to go.

It will explode at exactly 4:30,
thirteen minutes and twenty seconds from now.

No bomb squad can diffuse
the timing mechanism.

If the timer is removed, the bomb
will explode right then and there.

Do you understand? There’s only one way.
First, remove the base along the equator.

Look closely. There are two wires going
from the timer to the inside of the bomb.

One is red,
and one is black.

Cutting one of them will disable the timer.
Cutting the other will cause it to detonate.

Red or black?
Care for a bet, Mr. Yamashita?

We have to make a deal.

We have the bomb now.
This is a win.

As long as he doesn’t have it—

Just ten minutes left.
What will you do?

We’ll lift the blockade,
but in exchange—

All right. When I’m free,
I’ll tell you which one to cut.

Are you telling the truth?

I can’t escape in ten minutes either.
I’m not planning on dying together with you.

OK, I understand.

Wait! Before you lift the blockade,
scatter the money.

What?

Tell the cops on the roof of the Yamanote building.
Scatter the money onto the street below.

What is the meaning of this?

I need some cover while I escape.
Until I’m free.

Saving Tokyo for 300 million yen
isn’t such a bad deal.

Maybe you can grab some too.

Nine minutes left.

OK, fine. We’ll scatter the
money one minute from now.

And thirty seconds later,
we’ll release the blockade.

You’ve got a head on your
shoulders, Mr. Yamashita.

Lift the blockade!

- Hello?
- I’m finally free.

Are you dense?
There’s thirty seconds left.

Which is it? Which wire?

Don’t get impatient.

It won’t take five seconds!

Which wire?
Red or black?

Whichever you like.

What?!

Cut red or black as you wish.

- That’s how I designed it.
- You bastard!

Do it quick.
Just ten seconds left.

You cut it?

Yeah.

You really don’t remember
that voice?

No...

Inspector.

I’ve heard it somewhere before.
I know I have.

Inspector Yamashita!

I have to go make my report.
I’ll leave the rest to you.

Yes.

Finally got you!

Mr. A-bomb.

Not anymore.

I’m serious.
I’m really with #9 right now.

What do you mean it’s not possible?

It’s fine.
I’ll take full responsibility.

We can’t use a news truck.
No way.

Get a helicopter!

Somebody’s in a hurry.
Thought you could get away?

What’s with this car?

I stole it.
Seemed like the fastest one.

You’re really something!

Sure am.

I know where the bomb is.

Where is it?

The rightmost room on the fourth floor.
Here’s the layout of the hallway.

OK, got it.

The boss is coming.

That’s quite a bomb.
Why hasn’t it been dismantled yet?

We don’t have a choice.
The equipment won’t be here until morning.

Listen!

- Must be my imagination.
- Don’t scare me like that.

My mistake.

You did it!

Wow! This is an A-bomb?

Asai, this is Zero.
We’re off. Are you ready?

This is Asai. Ready.
Standing by at Shiba Park.

We’re on course, Asai.
I’ll leave the rest to you.

What are you doing?

An on-the-scene report.

What?

“Our Man #9 Recovers the
A-bomb—The Full Story!"

Shame it won’t be live.

You’re ridiculous.

This is how I do my part.
Forgive me?

Do as you wish.

Ah! He’s here.

OK, Asai.
Keep on the patrol cars.

OK, OK!

This isn’t a joke.

Duck!

Here goes!

Asai, this is Zero.
We’re almost there.

OK. I’m going to get a few
more shots of the police.

OK. Don’t be too long.

Good work!

You can escape in the
helicopter when it comes.

Are you going to be OK,
hanging around with me?

It’s fine. Or not.

But I don’t care.
I’ve never felt so content.

And as long as I have the tape,
the police won’t do anything crazy.

If they do, the world
would find out about #9.

That’s what they’re most afraid of.

You’re pretty smart.

No match for you, Mr. A-bomb.

- Want some?
- Sure.

There’s something I
need to tell you.

What is it?

No, it’s nothing.

It's here.

No one else needs
to see your face.

Hey!

Live long.

Thirteen locks of hair.

I counted them.

Live on.

Keep living.

Get away!
Everyone out of the pool!

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Mr. Yamashita.

Oh, Mr. Kido.

This is a surprise.
You’re into The Stones?

I like to see a show
every now and then.

- Got a ticket?
- Nope.

I’ve got an extra if you want it.

The girl I was coming
with couldn’t make it.

Really?

She died.
In a traffic accident.

It was a strange accident.

Near miss with a helicopter.

Will you walk with me?

It’s best if you don’t make a fuss.

The bomb is stashed nearby.
I’m the only one who knows where.

It goes off in thirty minutes.

Up!

Climb!

Put your gun on the ground.
Slowly.

Kick it to me.

Put yourself in handcuffs.

Sit there.

You like high places.

Yep. Love them.
Makes me feel at ease,

looking at the city from up high.

I was a fool.
Why couldn’t I see it?

What’s the point of this?
Tell me, Mr. Kido!

I wanted to talk with you again.

I have nothing to say to you.

The Rolling Stones aren’t coming.

Figures.

The performance is about
to be canceled.

It’ll be a mess. There could be a riot.
No, there will be one.

When that happens, the police will
be waiting to round everybody up.

You were supposed to
be among them.

It’s always dirty tricks
with you people.

Feeling sick?

Why me?

Why did you choose me?

I thought we could fight together.

Fight?
What kind of fight?

I was mistaken.
You’re just a trained dog.

That’s right, I’m a dog.

A dog who’s put his body on the line
for thirty years guarding this city.

This city is already dead.

There’s no sin in killing
what’s already dead.

Shut up!

Someone like you has no
right to kill anybody.

The only person you can
kill is yourself.

That’s who you really want
to kill—it’s you.

Die! Go to hell!

It’s time to go, #9.