All language subtitles for Oh Bomb (1964) -- Kihachi Okamoto

Section 205 of the penal code
states that...

any individual found guilty
of causing...

bodily injury resulting in death...

shall serve a term of no less than
three years in a national penitentiary.

I am Daisaku Ona,
the sixth oyabun of the Ona gang.

I stand before you with nothing to hide.

I had a scrape with the law,

and entered prison three years ago,

but, having served the full
term of my sentence,

my release is to be tomorrow.

O joy! O joy!

So pleased I was that I summoned my youthful friend
Taro, that he might share in my happiness.

O Taro, O Taro, are you there?
Are you there?

- There you are.
- At your service.

There is no time to lose.
Now is the moment for us to share.

Both you and I will be released
on the morrow.

We will both share in this moment
of elegant joy.

- Well�
- O joy! O joy!

O sorrow! O sorrow!

O joy! O joy!

O sorrow! O sorrow!

Wait!

Taro, why would our release from prison
be an occasion for sadness?

Have you lost your wits?
You poor, wretched creature.

I have not lost my wits,
and I am not to be pitied.

You're not?

I swear by the almighty Hachiman
that my mind is sound!

I see...
So, my joy is your misery?

Ho Ho Ho!
I can no longer tolerate you!

- You wretch!
- What are you going to do?

- What are you going to do?
- You wretch!

Oyabun, are you all right?

It's my high blood pressure.
It gets to me sometimes.

I'm a tired man.

Oyabun, get a hold of yourself!
Say something!

Oh, he's just snoring.
What a simple man!

What bliss!

Even so, I'm still sad.

All alone in this world,
with no mother or father.

No one but me in heaven or on earth.

Sadly, I have no home to return to.

Woe is me! Woe is me!

I had hoped with all my heart
that he would make me his son.

But he casually refuses all entreatments.

Oh, what to do?

Just a second, I know!

The oyabun has no idea how
useful I can be.

First, I shall expose my talents...

Section 260 of the penal code
states that...

any individual found guilty of the destruction
of another individual's building...

shall serve a term of no more than
five years in a national penitentiary.

First, I take the gunpowder buried in
my pocket and roll it into a ball.

Then, it becomes just like a bomb.

Next, I take a frayed patch of cloth
from my trousers...

and take one single thread from it,
and I have a fuse.

Now, I'm going to need to light it.
I don't have a match... no match.

Oooo, eureka!
These glasses are just the trick!

Oh Bomb!

Producer: Tomoyuki Tanaka

Screenplay: Kihachi Okamoto,
from a story by Cornell Woolrich

Starring:

Yunosuke Ito

Fubuki Koshiji, Ichiro Nakatani,
Hideo Sunazuka

Noriko Shigeyama, Akemi Kita,
Ikio Sawamura, Ichiro Arishima

Directed by Kihachi Okamoto

Keep it down over there!

Enter the world of the yakuza.
Like me!

Oyabun, I regret that I am unable to
accept this responsibility.

You've got a lot to learn.

First, I don't much care for the reason
for your incarceration...

A policeman cautioned you for
public urination.

You got angry and tossed a firecracker
into the police box.

That's right.

A meaningless crime.

A schmoe who doesn't know any better than to
pester ordinary folk has no place in the yakuza.

Not to mention the Ona gang has a proud history
going back to the Tokugawa period.

I fought for the honor of the Ona name and my
beloved underlings. I fought and I laid my life on the line -

I broke into a rival's gang headquarters
and hacked them up with my sword.

For that honor, I've been happy to eat the stinking gruel
in this dungeon with my chin in the air, for the last three years.

That's what being a real yakuza means.

You're right... I'm no good.

Damn straight!

You urinate publicly and lob around
firecrackers - that's not good.

If you got real balls you'd join up and do something
a bit more meaningful with your life.

You walk into prison with your head held high,
and walk back out the same way.

Then, when you walk out of
prison tomorrow,

the masses of yakuza brethren there to greet you all in a line
would be just like exploding fireworks.

Hey, there's no line of mobsters
here to meet us.

Those fireworks are for the bicycle races.

Shut up about the fireworks already!

The Ona gang will be here soon, lined up in formation,
and it will be a sight to behold.

- But... - Shut up, they just missed their
train or something.

Anyhow, wait until they get here,
all in a line - it will be magnificent.

Dad!

- No way, it's that kid.
- Is he yours? - Yes, he's my son.

The seventh generation. I'm sunk.
I told him I was travelling overseas.

- What can I do now?
- The jig is up.

What? Oh, this is bad;
he's coming this way. Shit, that bastard!

Oh my, how you have grown, Kenny!

Hey, pop!

How was Southeast Asia?

What did you think of Cambodia?

About what you'd expect -
the food smelled and tasted foul.

Still, it must have been a good experience.

It sure was;
I don't ever want to go back again.

By the way, why isn't everyone
from the game here to meet me?

All in a line.

- They're all busy with the election.
- Election! What election?

Busy with an election?
That's inconsiderate.

They should all be kicked
out of the gang!

- Maybe I'll join up, after all.
- Shut up! They'll be here, I tell you!

- But... - Go away!
- That's not�

- Off with you!
- Those guys� - Beat it!

If that's what you want!

An election? That's understandable.
It's every citizen's duty.

- How about your mom?
- Oh, she's busy too. She's found religion.

Religion?!

Yeah, that one where they go,
"Boom-chika-boom-boom."

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.
Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra...

"Devotion to the law of the lotus
flower sutra?"

Damn, the only time I chant
is at funerals.

What's more, my family have been
Pure Land Buddhists for generations.

The Lotus sutra chant isn't
a part of that.

But that's what she chants.

- You're still 'Pure Land' aren't you?
- I'm "lotus flower boom chika."

I see, "boom chika."

I go away for a little while and you all
change religions. What the hell?

You're spitting on the memory of
your ancestors.

There are going to be some changes when
I get home, so be ready!

You want to start something?

Damn right, I do!
I'll show her!

Oyabun, we don't want to miss the train!

Oh, yeah. I'm coming...

What? You idiot,
we've got plenty of time!

- But the train's leaving...
- Shut up!

That imbecile! When I get home, I'm going to bust her
in two and toss her in the gutter, you'll see!

You'll do that to mom?

What? No, the "boom-chika" drum.

# My father's in Matsubara.
My mother went away. #

# My father and mother had a row. #

I know that one!

# My father had a wicked karate chop... #

# and my mother was good at
the hammer throw. #

# Watch the fight.
Watch the fight... #

Shut up already!

Returning to my beloved home,

returning to my beloved home,

hurrying to meet my wife and child.

It's an embarrassing thing to say
these days.

I have a wife and a mistress,
so who to visit first?

The mistress is a real doll and is a sweet girl,
so I'll start with her.

I'm giddy with anticipation!

It's me. It's Ona.
Open up. Open the door.

- It's open.
- Oh, it is?

The door is unlocked, but�

You bird brain, you're still here?

Minako?

Minako?

Doesn't that beat all?

Still playing hide-and-go-seek
after all this time?

Ouch! Stop acting like a kid.

Minako, I'm back.

I found you!

What the hell are you doing here?

What the hell are you doing here?!

Well, well, well! That man in your bed
is now my hated enemy!

I've only kept you waiting for a short three years,
but you gave me the shaft for some other guy!

No! That's the wrong butt.

No, you're the wrong girl.

What do you think you're doing here?

I'm sorry. I apologize.

I'm Daisaku Ona.
I made a mistake.

Ona� Daisaku?

Please overlook this trifling error,
for the sake of my family's name.

I'm ashamed of myself.

I am truly sorry.

So, you found out the hard way.

Why didn't you tell me before?
I made a fool of myself.

- I tried to tell you, but you�
- Where in the heck could she be?

My underlings should have been sending
her money every month.

Where next? Home?

What? Oh, yeah, home.

But first we have to go see my underlings,
my beloved underlings.

Three stinking years.
It was a long time.

But I'm sure they're waiting...

You better give this one a pass, dad.

Why? I guarantee you that time felt longer
to them than it did to me.

I think you'll be disappointed.

What are you talking about?

The Ona gang became incorporated.

The gang is a company?

That's all right.
It's a step up in the world.

That makes me the president.

I always wanted to head my own
corporation. It's OK by me.

'Daiheiwa Incorporated'...

A bit of a stretch,
but at least they're thinking.

I like it.

What's that?

'Nensaburo Yahigashi
Campaign Headquarters'.

Oh, I see...

In my absence, money was tight
and they're barely getting by.

They're renting out the gang office
to make ends meet.

- I'll wait here.
- Me, too.

What the hell are you still doing here?!

Oyabun, thank you for your long
service to the gang.

It was a trifling sacrifice.

I'm more worried about you.
You seem to be really struggling.

It brings tears to my eyes.

You've cried, and there's nothing I can
do to make up for that.

But I thank you for keeping the gang
together in my absence.

Turning the syndicate into a company
was a stroke of genius.

By the way,
where's the president's office?

- Over there.
- I see... Tatsu! - Yes.

Please show me.

Who's this?

God, Daisaku Ona. That guy!

When are you going to come again?

I'll be back once the speech is over.

That soon? Again...

Very soon.

Oyabun, do you know Yasaburo Yato?

I think I ran into him in the can�

- Yato�
- Yasaburo.

He's a candidate for the city council�
and the president of this company.

President! Of this company?
Then what does that make me?

You're the chairman.

The chairman? Really?

What's the chairman?

Is it higher up on the ladder
than the president?

Oh, yes, much higher.

Well, that's jim dandy!

This president, Yato, or whatever
his name is... I don't know him.

How did he get to be president?

By way of your mistress.

He's Minako's older brother,
or something.

Eh? Really?

Then, I must have met him
without realizing it.

I guess I've already introduced myself,
but, at the time,

he didn't say who he was�

I get it, he was shy...
That's kind of cute.

That Yato guy is a big shot; he's an important man,
a man of great magnitude.

Look at that photo; he's got class.

What's that?
He's got a fountain pen.

Is this company making fountain pens
or something?

This mighty pen has the power to put
Japan back on its feet!

The enemy is violence.
Violence will bring this country to ruin.

If elected, I, as your humble servant,
will use all of my powers...

to make this city the only one in this region
culturally attuned enough...

to attract famous private universities.

Ladies and gentleman,
we live by the pen.

We live by the pen.
We live by the pen.

"We live by the pen."

He's an intellectual.

He's been an excellent caretaker
in my absence.

'Caretaker'?

Regardless of the name, the seventh generation
of the Ona gang is my son, Kensaku.

With that boy and the intellectual together,
there will be no stopping us. Don't you think?

Yes, we'll be a force to be
reckoned with.

Oh, now I can rest easy.

To tell you the truth, now that my tenure is over,
I was thinking about retiring anyway.

Retirement is old fashioned.
I'm the chairman. It's got a nice ring to it!

Where is the seventh head
of the Ona gang?

That boy's a terror;
he must have gone home already.

Tatsu, give the president my regards and tell him
to come to my place tonight for dinner.

Chairman�

There's no need to escort me home.

I want to take a stroll in the
old neighborhood.

I'm going to take my own sweet time.

I've always said,
there's no place like home.

Coming back after a long time is like going
to a place you've never been before.

My house was around here somewhere...

Oh, here it is!

That's strange: the door is closed.

They must have thought I wouldn't be coming
so soon and left it locked up.

Open up in there!
Open up in there!

Saburo Yato

What's this? My home now belongs
to the company president?

Daisaku Ona

This is indeed my house.

The front has the president's name,
the back has the chairman's.

That doesn't make much sense...

Minako!

Oyabun!

I waited�

Minako!

I'll kill the man who did this!
But who was it?

Me... it was me, oyabun!

You� Tetsu?

Oyabun, I�

The single tear drops,

but I have no regrets.

What happened, Tetsu?
How could you do such a thing?

I... I planned this for your release.

I thought it would be the least
I could do.

What are you talking about?

She left you for Yato.

Yato fooled the gang members...
and took over the Ona gang.

What?!

I'm the only one who's still with you.

You can't stake your revenge
with only one man.

The only revenge I could
take was on her.

I'm sorry, it's all I could do.

Those sons of bitches really
hoodwinked me!

OK, Tetsu, you go turn yourself
in to the police.

Leave the rest to me.
I'll crush them myself.

Oyabun, I can't let you do that.

Oh, shut up and give me that!

Nensaburo Yato

Yato� come out!

Son of a bitch!

Hello, emergency services?

There's an old man collapsed
on the road here.

Yes, in front of the campaign
headquarters for Yasaburo Yato.

Yes, the Yasaburo Yato who isn't
affiliated with any political party.

Yasaburo Yato, Yasaburo Yato.
Thank you for your cooperation.

Drop him here!

It's tomato ketchup!

But, honestly,
you really put on a performance.

"O Oyabun. O regret."

You weren't so bad yourself.
"Oyabun, I was waiting�."

The clouds are forming,
the wind is blowing.

I will decide my course in a battle
between a dragon and a tiger.

The time is now!

Oh, honey, you're up.

That's good...
Welcome back.

Where in the world is this place?

Why, it's your home!
The primary residence of Daisaku Ona.

It really shrank.
Just a six-mat room and a three-mat room.

Well, that's fine;
there's not much left to the gang anymore.

- Where's Kenny? - He's got a job delivering
the newspapers every morning.

What? He's the seventh generation
of the Ona gang!

He's building character,
so that he can live up to the responsibility.

What the hell�!

Don't get angry.
Look, you're out of breath.

You have to control your temper
and remain calm.

If you don't,
with your blood pressure so high...

you'll rupture a blood vessel in your brain
and won't be able to talk or use your limbs.

What are you talking about?

- The doctor said so.
- What doctor?

The one at the police hospital.

The heat?! Why was I taken there?
What's going on here?

It hasn't been my home since that time.
Then I went to the other house.

That's it! Now I understand.
Dammit!

Don't get angry. Take it easy.
Would you like some tea?

I think he's a big wheel.

Darn right! Look at how he's sleeping;
he's shaped like the character for "big."

He snores like a lion.
He's got the chutzpah to dine and dash.

Then he got in a taxi and skipped
on the fare for that, too.

Finally, he went and pissed in the
front entry of a cop's house!

- Should we talk to him?
- We need him on our side.

Taro! Which one of you is Taro?

What?

There's a social worker here to see you.
Do you want to meet him?

I don't know anything about it,
but why the hell not?

I'm Yato,
the social worker for this area.

What? Aren't you the president
of Daiheiwa?

That's right, I'm Yasaburo Yato,
unaffiliated candidate for city council.

It's an easy name to remember: my first name
starts with "ya" and so does my last name.

- It sort of rhymes.
- Me too!

My first name is Taro and my last name is Tanoue.
They both start with "ta."

Enough of the small talk.
I hear you don't have a job.

No job, no home.

I can take care of that, but�

- Oh, thank you.
- Can you drive?

- A driver? That's great!
- You can?

Well then, just leave everything to
Yasaburo Yato.

I'll put in a word for you. When you leave
the jail, go straight to city hall.

- "City hall"?
- They'll explain everything at reception.

I'm Yato,
the social worker for this area.

I'm Yasaburo Yato,
unaffiliated candidate for city council.

Please vote for Yasaburo Yato.

The enemy is violence.
Violence is tearing this country apart.

- Please, stop the violence!
- What do you know about violence?

You don't understand when I tell you something;
maybe violence is all you do understand.

- But... - Shut up! You imbeciles made
three mistakes.

One, your handling of the
old man yesterday.

- Any rougher, you would have killed him!
- But he used to be the oyabun.

I'm the boss now!

Second, Tetsu and Minako seem
to have eloped yesterday.

How did you let them get away?

After the election, I want you to hunt
them down and rub them out!

Three, I'm an intellectual...
and a pacifist.

Why did you put a bodyguard on me?
It was humiliating. I was saddened.

What did you think you were going to
do with that old fool?

I forbid it.
I don't care what anyone says!

It's Saturday... I have to go to
the barber. Get out of my way!

The clouds are forming,
the wind is blowing.

I will decide my course in a battle
between a dragon and a tiger.

The time is now...

Ready!

Man-to-man. A duel.

Take off the blindfold, cut the ropes,
and hand him a weapon.

Hey, Ona!

What? Who the hell are you?

What? I'm Takeso Shino.
We were friends as children.

Hey, Shiitake!

Aaah, I'm Shiitake!

This car is really fabulous.

It's no big deal.
I'm still the same old Shiitake.

Just a piddling old driver.
This year my monthly salary is under �30,000.

My wife and I can barely scrape by.

- You must work for a bunch of real skinflints.
- Yeah, Daiheiwa Industries.

Daiheiwa? Let me out.

I understand, but you're not a young man,
and times have changed.

If I were you, I'd retire and spend
my remaining days in peace.

Fool! I'm a man,
and a man's got pluck!

Shiitake, don't drop me off any place funny.
I won't be able to get home.

I just have some business at the bank.

I don't know why the president
trusts me so much...

Every Saturday he gets a haircut,
I have his bankbook and his seal...

so I withdraw �30,000 from his account
for my own expenses.

So you get �30,000 a month and
�30,000 a week?

Oh, yeah.
It makes a big difference.

Saturday before lunch...
The bank sure is busy.

Mr. Yato!

Thank you.

Shiitake, you're doing all right
for yourself.

Why's that?

Not everyone can earn that
level of trust.

If it was me, I'd get greedy and add
a couple of extra zeros to the bank slip.

What for?

For whatever - to buy my own taxi
or something.

�3 million...

Honestly speaking, I'd like to spend the rest
of my days taking it easy.

But when I go outside,
my blood boils,

and when I go home,
the sound of the drum pounds in my head.

Shiitake, let me out here.
I want to go to the movies and clear my head.

- �3 million, �3 million�
- Hey!

Excuse me, your ticket?

Don't you know me?

It's understandable...
I'm Daisaku Ona.

I've never heard of you.
You need a ticket to go in.

Cut the jokes!
I've never bought a ticket in my life.

What did you say your name was?

Daisaku Ona.

Never heard of him.
He wants in free?

Look, old man, Daiheiwa employees are the only ones
who get into this theater without paying.

So, beat it!

Damn it!
This place belongs to Daiheiwa too!

Look, laddie buck,
I'm not going to budge an inch.

All right. The president of Daiheiwa is
going to hear about this!

I'll be back later to kill you!

Taro, I've been looking all over
the place for you.

I was going to make you a yakuza.

I figured as much,
so I've been looking for you too.

- What's with the get-up?
- I have to get my life together first.

- How about if I take you on a spin?
- In a sanitation truck?

- No way. It's unbecoming of an oyabun.
- What? No way. This baby's got power.

When you plow down the street, every other car
on the road gets out of the way.

- Hop on in. - Don't touch me!
- All right, take it easy.

Cut it out!

Those bastards! Mow 'em down!

This is the cat's pajamas!
What a way to travel!

I'd like to toss a stick of
dynamite in there!

That's not funny. You think I'd murder
my own underlings like that?

I don't fault them.
They're just dupes.

I have only one enemy. Once he's gone,
my thirst for revenge will be slaked.

Stop the truck!

"We live by the pen.
Education for our town."

"Violence for our town," is more like it,
with his mug.

He should trade that pen in
for a pig sticker.

Dynamite might be an even
better idea.

"Dynamite"?

What did you just say?

- I said, "dynamite."
- That's it, dynamite!

Look, first there's that fountain pen.

"We live by the pen."

Our enemy has revealed his weak point.

"We live by the pen!"

What, are you going to rip his throat out
with the tip of his pen?

That's bloodthirsty...
could you do that?

Listen: when a fountain pen runs out of ink,
what do you do?

- Refill it.
- How?

Stick the pen in an inkwell and lift up on
the lever, or twist the bottom.

Show me how you'd move.

When I go like this?

That's the moment.

This one. The size, design, and color
are all perfect.

Wrap up two of them for me.

OK, thank you.

Please try it out once before
you buy it.

No, it's a present.
I don't care.

But pens differ in their thickness, their feel on
the paper, and a myriad of other characteristics.

You really should try it before purchase.

I didn't ask your opinion.

Which one should we use, oyabun?
They're both guaranteed to work perfectly.

Eeny-meeny-miny-moe... this one.

Watch out! This isn't a toy!
It will go off if you drop it.

OK, I'll keep this one.

Don't touch the lever!
Be careful with that!

It works the same as a cigarette lighter.
The mechanism is simple, and it's easy to ignite.

If it's so simple, it won't provide
much of a bang, will it?

Are you kidding?

That sucker will leave you with
no face and no hands.

A potent tool. If it's that good,
I have to make arrangements immediately.

The news reel is going to start in
another 4-5 minutes.

- Are you all right?
- Don't worry...

This mannequin is going to be dust.

I doubt it.

Oyabun, as a precaution, I want you to
close your eyes and cover your ears.

Here, hold this.

What is it?

A thread from individually-tied
horsetail hairs.

Hold it steady. Don't pull it!

One tug and we're both dead.

This is a dangerous job.

Hold it steady!

Imbecile!
At my age, I shake a little.

Got it. How many seconds left?

30. Is this going to work?

The worst case scenario...
we lose our eyes.

20 seconds. You hold the cord.

- Oyabun, you have to be the one
to pull it. - No, you. - Do it, oyabun.

I have to close my eyes and cover
my ears! After 10 seconds!

Oh, all right. Give it to me...
Ready?

Do it!

- Amazing!
- Amazing!

Excellent!

It feels pretty good...
doesn't it?

# Matsubara� #
how did it go?

"Matsubara"?

# With only my father. #

# Or maybe it was with my mother. #

Oh, OK! Let's sing.

# My father in Matsubara. #

# My mother went away. #

# My father and mother had a row. #

# My father had a wicked
karate chop... #

Hold on a second.

What's the matter,
you forget the lyrics?

No, I just remembered something bad.

What?

The bomb is rigged all right,
but how are we going to give it to him?

Just say, "We got you a small
gift for the year-end,"?

Oh, that...

How did the mice put the bell
around the cat's neck?

- What?!
- Leave it to me.

The bank is busy on Saturday mornings.

That's when Yato goes to the barber.
Then we'll strike.

What?

But at exactly what time can
we put the bell on?

How to put it on?

We've got to move step-by-step,
think it over carefully.

# Papa had a strong karate chop. #

I guess you're right.

# My mother was good at the
hammer throw. #

# Watch the fight.
Watch the fight.#

There he is.
Look, right on time: 10:55.

Don't rush it.
Wait three minutes.

He'll hang up his jacket and walk
to the barber's chair.

The barber will tilt the chair back.

They'll exchange niceties and the
barber will go get a hot towel.

Now! God be with you!

Keep it simple; I'm in a hurry.

Negotiations, speeches...

Something smells.

I'm sorry;
they're emptying the cesspool.

That won't do.

It's an embarrassment to our standing
as a city of culture.

I'll have to do something about it
after I'm elected to the council.

God, that stinks!

Hurry up about it.
It's a discourtesy to the customers.

I could just go home, but then your toilets
would overflow. Sorry about the smell.

I'll hit another two or three shops,
and then come back and do yours.

Really? Then take care of it.

Are you new on the job?

Sorry, we're a little shorthanded now.
OK, let's go.

- Heave-ho.
- Heave-ho.

Taking one's leave and bidding farewell.

Sling your kit bag over your shoulder...

and step on the tiger's tail.

Understand that the head of the...

venomous snake may escape your grasp.

Leave Tokyo for the northern territories.

O joy!

O joy! O joy!

- We put the bell�
- Around the cat's neck.

Heavens to betsy! This is great.
This will show them we got grit!

O joy, O joy!
I'm glad to have been of service.

Nothing to do now
but wait for the explosion.

Nothing to do now
but wait for the explosion.

There you go.

Thanks, Mr. Yato.
That was nice.

Don't mention it. Treating you to a haircut every
once in awhile is the least I can do.

I'll see you later.

- Be careful.
- Same as always.

Right. I'll probably need a little extra this week,
so bring me an extra 500 G's.

500 G's? �3.5 million total?

What?

Well, just a second here...

That probably won't be enough -
better make it an extra even mil.

�4 million? Thank you.

Yes, �4 million.
Take care of it.

�4 million, �4 million, �4 million...

Thank you for keeping me in your service.

You act like you're going on vacation
or something.

No, I was just thanking you
for the haircut.

I will see you later.

�4 million, �4 million, �4 million...

You're so late.
I was worried.

Oh, my heart's beating out
of my chest.

That deadbeat company president told me
I could get a haircut too.

I couldn't very well turn him down.

It's the first time he's ever done that.
Maybe he felt something was up.

- Maybe so...
- Wait, there's more...

He said he wanted an extra �1 million.
That's �4 million total.

That's �1 million more than we planned.

It will just make our crime that
much more grave.

- True enough...
- Think about it.

- What if we give it back?
- We could...

but we already moved out of
the apartment�

Let's go the whole hog!
Let's do it.

Faces entranced in a mutual gaze.

We may be leaving this earth.

Father, please return safely.

Mother sees you off, weeping.

Good afternoon.
You're late today.

You look pale.
Are you all right?

I've got a... dodgy... heart valve.

Oh, that's serious!
I hope you're all right.

Thank you.

This isn't mine...
What's going on here?

Oh, who cares? If I don't
move quickly, I'll draw suspicion.

This is bad. I've got to hurry...

It's all right, honey.

Good girl. It's OK.

I'll get you another one later.

- Keep quiet.
- Oh, thank you. - Sorry.

- How can I help you?
- This, please.

Hey, there's two extra zeroes!

Campaigning must be tough -
lots of overheads.

Yes, it's very difficult.

Just a moment, please...

Do you want it all in �10,000 notes?

- The jig is up.
- I'm sorry!

Don't move a muscle!

Yeah, �10,000 notes will be fine.
All of them. Move!

Excuse me, isn't this your pen?

- Thief, that's my money!
- Get lost!

Ouch!
Let go of me, you bastard!

That was close.

It sure was.

Just as I thought:
you're no criminal.

I couldn't... go through with it.

Poor and happy is fine with me.

It's not a bad life.

# Overtime, overtime, overtime,
overtime - we can't go home. #

# Plus, minus, plus, minus. #

# It's not enough, it's not enough,
it's not enough. #

What is?

# We're short ten yen,
just one coin. #

# Ridiculous, ridiculous.
Forget the lousy ten yen. #

# Fools - the books have to balance. #

# That's part of working at a bank. #

# We can't go out with you tonight. #

# Yen, yen, yen, yen, yen. #

# Oh yeah, that ten yen! #

# Yes, sir, that ten yen! #

# G-O-L-F, I'm going to play golf. #

# Blue skies, green grass,
white balls. #

Oh, nice shot!

# I like to dance.
Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick, slow. #

# With who? With who?
With my fianc�. #

Damn it, I'm a banker!

# I don't have the coin,
I don't have the coin, the ten yen coin. #

# How frustrating, how sad! #

# Even the head of this bank branch can't
go golfing, because of a lousy ten yen. #

# Sorry, honey, we're ten yen short. #

# Go to the dance by yourself. #

# I can't take it,
my heart is breaking. #

# Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow. #

- May I come in?
- Go ahead. - Sorry to bother you.

- What is it?
- This fountain pen was found in the bank.

The police told me that I should give
it to the branch manager.

- Doesn't it belong to an employee?
- No, I asked everyone.

Well, then, a customer must have
forgotten it amid all the hullaballoo before.

- Here, give it to me.
- Thank you, I'll go home then.

Hey, you're supposed to fill the
inkwell every morning.

I've reminded you about this before.

- You called?
- "You called"?!

There's not a drop of ink in the well!
This is not acceptable!

Good morning, young oyabun.
Anything interesting in the news today?

- Sure, plenty.
- Some really explosive news perhaps?

A pair of hoods held up the bank.
It's pretty hot stuff.

What the hell?

Hey, dad - wipe your nose!

Shut up, I know!

My boy wanted one of these!

We live by the pen.
We live by the pen.

That's right!

We live by the pen!
Give 'em hell!

Thank you.

I, Yasaburo Yato,
friend of peace and culture,

ask that you support me in
tomorrow's election,

and cast your ballot in my favor.

And after that,
the crowd was eating him up.

Hey, if this doesn't go right, we could end
up killing a member of the city council.

Oh, blast it all!

But we'll still get him, regardless.

Hurry, hurry!

- Hey, Ginnan, did you see the
gang shoot-out? - No, I didn't.

Shit, you live in a shoebox!
Isn't it embarrassing?

Wow, what's that?

How much was it?

City Council Election
Voting Station

President Yato Ahead
in Exit Polls

President Yato's Victory Certain

Tailor, please hurry.

It will take a week.

What? I can't wait a week!
Finish it tonight!

- Tonight?
- I'm wearing it to the party.

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.
Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra...

Can there really be gods and
Buddhas in this land?

In such a miserable world,

in such a miserable world.

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.
Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra...

You said yourself that there's only
misery in this world,

so what good is your
constant chanting?

Maybe I'll try it, too...

Total reliance upon the compassion
of Amida Buddha.

Total reliance upon the compassion
of Amida Buddha.

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.

Total reliance upon the compassion
of Amida Buddha.

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.

Total reliance upon the compassion
of Amida Buddha.

Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra.

Total reliance upon the compassion
of Amida Buddha.

- Devotion to the law of the lotus flower sutra...
- Total reliance upon the compassion of Amida Buddha...

Hey! I found something good.

I bought it for �300.

That's a bargain;
those things are expensive.

Yeah, but it's empty. I'm going to take
it home right now and fill it.

�300, that's cheap for a fountain pen.
But he needs ink.

Omigod - the pen!

Young oyabun!

I'm home.
Look at what I bought!

Some kid sold it to me for �300 -
that's practically free!

Are you going to tell us what
you bought?

Look!

- Darling!
- Something wrong with the pen?

Mr. Yato!

Congratulations.

Nothing's decided yet.

The editor told me to bring
this article straight over.

I printed the single page
and rushed over here.

Wow, what is it?

Look for yourself.
Right here, Mr. Yato.

What do you think?

I see...

That's strange.
Aren't you happy?

- What's the matter?
- Shut up!

Oyabun Ona Suffers Stroke

Poor sap!
You, come with me.

Current Votes for
President Yato: 1,000

- I see you're new at the company.
- I just joined this year.

Don't breathe a word of this
to another soul...

or I'll put you in an ambulance
or a hearse.

Mr. Yato is illiterate.
He can barely write his own name.

It's his most closely guarded secret.
Got it?

But what about the fountain pen?
He said, "We live by the pen."

I came up with that.

He's been carrying this around for five or six years
and never used it once. It's an accessory.

If he could read, he probably
wouldn't have to flash it around so much.

Still, it fools quite a few people.

Mysterious Buddha Kannon...

The shot and the house call
come to �1,500.

- Do you have it?
- Nah, take it from your savings.

Excuse me, please stand up.

The mountains are like heaven...

Hip-hip-hooray!
Hip-hip-hooray!

Mysterious Buddha Kannon...

We've got to get him to a hospital.

There's got to be some way of
getting him to pay.

What? Over.
How much? Over.

It's all right.
Leave it to me. Over!

Great! It serves him right!

- Is it true?
- Yes: you came in second.

You're lying!

No, it's true.
You lost the election.

Mr. Yato!

This pig was applauding when your
defeat was announced.

Wait! Is being a city councilman
really that important to you?

- Of course!
- There might be a way.

What? By force?

I don't use violence.
I use my noggin - my brain.

Of course.

And I won't break any laws.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.

I imagine... you have a copy of...
the legal compendium here?

"Public election law, section 97�."

What?
In layman's terms, please.

"If the winner of an election dies within three
months of an election, the runner-up..." -

that's you -

"shall take over all the responsibilities and
duties of the winner."

"Take over all duties�"!

But I don't like the part about the winner
dying in three months.

He's healthy and he plays golf
a lot better than me.

Golf, huh?

What if... he had an accident...
playing golf?

Stop joking -
no one dies playing golf,

unless maybe if you got hit
head on by the ball.

What if, at the moment of impact,
the ball exploded?

By the way, Mr. Yato, did you hear that a
sanitation truck exploded today?

Yes.

Just between you and me,
I built that bomb.

How about it -
one golf ball for �5 million?

But that's murder!

Such scary words!

It'd be an accident, nothing more.

- Accidents do happen...
- Sure they do!

�5 million to be on the
city council is a bargain.

How about �1 million?

I don't know...
With overheads and all...

Let's make it �5 million.

Ona, I can never repay you for getting
me into such a nice hospital.

You've been a good friend to me.

You even bought me these
premium dentures.

You've thanked me enough, Shiitake...

but watch out for lightning.

And you're going to buy me my
own cab - it's too much!

Forget about it.

Me and you will go into the
taxi business together.

We'll only have one vehicle at first.

It's here.

There you go.

Next, I'll go pick up the young oyabun.

Kenny? He's only at school for
a half day on Saturdays.

- Then where is he?
- He's caddying at the golf club.

Young oyabun!

Out of bounds.

Out of bounds.

Out of bounds.

Out of bounds.

Please God, let me make it on time!

Your game seems off today.

Try my ball. It's lucky.

My first championship victory
was with this ball.

Thanks, you talked me into it.

Please God, let me make it on time!

Nice shot!

You hit it out of the park!

I made it in time!

Translated by scannon & kozue
Timing by lordretsudo

THE END