Original subtitles

I am now in Kita Ward, Tokyo at an apartment house called "Family House."

People of Japanese origin, from Brazil and Peru...

...constitute a small community here.

Approximately 150,000 such people are now working in Japan.

But, with the recent recession, decent jobs are hard to find.

I was born in the north of Ibaragi Prefecture.

When 5 years old my family and I immigrate to Brazil.

And in 1989, in order to find work, I return to Japan.

Since childhood...

How do I say? I admire Japan.

I think of Japan as my homeland.

I leave Japan when I am child. So I feel I am Brazilian.

That is also part of me.

People from South America have these problems.

We try to get an apartment, but they don't want to rent to us.

So, some of us must live in company dorms.

We have trouble at work, too.

They don't like Brazilians very much.

They say we are thieves.

They say we are stupid.

They really do.

Man from Peru coming work in Japan...

...in accident...

...his foot is crushed.

Company says...

"We take care of you, so you must work with no pay for just over one year."

That's not right.

I arrived this Monday.

It's not even a week yet.

So I don't know anything about Japan.

I came with my daughter. She wanted to come.

What I always say is "I'm same as you Japanese".

My status here is same as you Japanese.

My name, too. It's a Japanese name.

Like our fathers and grandfathers who were chased out of Japan...

They emigrated to South America to find work.

Life was hard for them.

My father went to fight in war. He fight in Philippines.

After war, in Japan, he could not find any good job.

And for us he became immigrant.

He have that feeling.

That's why I feel appreciation for him.

My mother in Japan in 1960s when it is Beatles age...

She say nobody in Japan have long hair like this!

I say, Mother, you know nothing.

Nothing.

Japan is now different.

Japan becoming like America.

She say she can't believe it.

Japanese immigrant feel same as old-time Japanese.

They retain these ideas. So many like that.

This film was shot in April-May, 1994.

A time when Japanese politics became chaotic.

Do you have any objections to the report?

Even if it was a personal transaction, what's wrong with that?

Japan has 150,000 foreign laborers of Japanese origin...

...90,000 Yakuza gangsters...

...and politicians who distort historical facts.

Rare as it may be, the paths of these three groups do sometimes cross.

KAMIKAZE TAXI

Beautiful day, but where is he?

What the fuck is this?

We're frying our balls here!

Are you sure?

Where are they now?

Tatsuo, where are we?

15th hole.

We're at the 15th tee.

Huh?

Okay. We'll be there.

They're on the 6th hole.

Let's go.

Gimme 15 seconds.

You really enjoy pissing, don't you?

Huh?

Helluva cock, that is.

Good color, shiny, too.

Basted in super-pussy juice?

Bit of a dog-leg to the right.

Yeah, good for slicing.

Oh no, not again!

When you're my caddie, I always hit wild.

Good morning, Senator Domon.

Don't need any women today.

I'm here about my replacement.

Really?

Forget about the ball. I'll hit another one.

Can you see the Prime Minister down there?

Put my ball near him.

The cart.

Move the cart.

Yes, sir.

I told you. No women today.

I'll introduce my replacement.

Yes. You mentioned that.

I have been promoted in the Family, sir.

My subordinate, Tatsuo Minami, will procure for you from now on.

All right. He's young and handsome enough.

Probably has a better girls than you.

He certainly does, sir.

That's why the Don chose him to replace me.

Speak.

I am Tatsuo Minami.

At your service, sir.

Sounds Korean, I hope you're a full-blood Japanese.

Sir?

Learn what my tastes are.

He has been told, sir.

Ready, sir.

Very good.

Let's go.

Good, huh?

Say the routine.

I'll pull it out.

No, don't!

I'll kill you, if you do.

Please, sir...

...don't pull it out.

Please, sir.

Say it.

Please...

Where's the "sir?"

Sir.

Senator Domon.

Senator Do-morn.

No, it's Domon.

Senator Domon.

I wonder why.

I get all wet just looking at you.

Juicy wet?

Very, very wet.

Is your cunt all slippery?

Slippery cunt and wet cock.

Sell your ass the right way.

Thinking about where you'd be by next year...

Made my mind go blank.

Tomorrow is another day...

Look, I'm already 26.

I can't do this forever.

That's why...

I'll introduce you to big-shots.

Hook a rich guy ready to croak.

What if I can't?

Go back to your hometown and marry a landowner's son.

Why a landowner's son?

Okay, maybe a Shinto priest.

That'd be a big laugh, wouldn't it?

Can't I stay with you?

What?

You mean get married?

No, not that.

I'll be like that old bag in "Rebecca."

I'll be mean to your wife.

Sounds like fun.

Let's be partners.

Yeah, sure.

How do you like her?

What's your name?

Tama.

Sounds like a cat.

I got it from a cat.

It's a bit big, but it's cool.

She ain't poxed?

Guaranteed.

All my recruits have had check-ups.

She fucks foreigners.

What's wrong with that?

He'd be pissed if he found out.

How come?

You know, Domon's old-fashioned.

I don't get it.

Hey, you passed the gate.

We go through the back gate.

Take it easy.

Ever since I was born...

...women have taken care of me.

Mom did for the first 4 or 5 years.

Now that I'm over 20...

Maybe it's time I take care of a girl.

Hey, it's about time.

Because I feel like that, I can't act like a Yakuza.

No baths for a few days.

Stay away from booze, too.

And don't sleep tonight.

Your face'll fall apart.

No screwing for a week.

Even then, stick to the missionary position.

Tatsuo.

Mr. Domon went berserk again.

Did the walnut thing.

He pays extra for it.

She's a strange bitch.

She doesn't cry, or scream with pain.

He shouldn't fuck with me.

Go get Domon!

I said go get him!

Bring the scumbag here.

Don't fuck with me!

I'll show him.

Look what he did to Tama.

Get him here!

What do you think we are? We're human beings.

Are you listening?

Say something.

Say something!

Bring Domon here!

Go get that scumbag. Bring him here!

I'm sorry.

Let me talk to her.

You stay out of it!

I've had enough. I'm sick of that scumbag!

Frigging Senator Domon! He'll pay for this.

Do it.

This is your fault.

You gotta educate them.

Whoever heard of whore carrying on like this?

No more bullshit.

Go dump the body.

You fuck-up.

Feel any better?

I feel like shit.

We dumped the body.

Dumped? How?

Like we always do.

Did you burn it?

I gotta go.

Everything's under control.

Yeah, I almost forgot.

She's got nowhere to go.

Let her stay here a while.

The topic of "military comfort women" has become a big issue.

Whether it was a state-sponsored crime, or not.

You women born in the post-war era...

...have joined with the sensationalist mass-media...

...to transform it into a sex crime.

What do you mean "transform?"

The "comfort women" issue is not only a state-sponsored crime...

...it's a sex-crime perpetrated by men.

I'm still speaking. If you have anything to say, wait till I finish.

How can you stand looking at him?

It's quite informative.

Informative? How?

In many ways.

He paid you solace?

$3,000.

Is that all?

No wonder Renko was mad.

I'm sorry.

I'll give you 50%.

What do you mean?

Your management fee.

I don't want it.

Japanese comfort women were soldiers.

But foreign women eagerly joined to make money.

Can I borrow some clothes?

He seems to enjoy bullying people.

Renko was killed because of him.

Wasn't she?

I guess so.

She was alive yesterday. Incredible.

Don't you have any feelings at all?

I'm sorry.

You sure don't look it.

You can hit me.

Why should I hit you?

I wanna smack that scumbag.

More than 40 years after the war.

It's not easy to collect files and other evidence...

What about Mr. Animaru?

What you say will certainly make waves overseas.

You Japanese politicians appear totally unaware of Japan's...

...obligations to the international community.

Your words serve to isolate Japan from the rest of world.

Post-war women have earned their current status.

I must disagree.

No. Continue.

He doesn't like banks.

Bullshit. They finance his type.

But he has a big stash.

Where?

In the house?

In a big pot.

You're kidding.

Simply put, if you didn't make so much noise...

...both sides would have reached an agreement by now.

The men controlling Japanese politics couldn't cope...

...that's why this impasse.

Senator Domon, you sound as if we should stay in the kitchen.

Precisely.

In my opinion, our problems today, are all caused by career women.

But many political big-shots hide stash money like that.

How did you find out?

When I groaned with pain he got upset.

As I lay bleeding and groaning...

...he went over to a big pot in the bedroom.

He took out a wad and said "This'll shut you up."

Seeing the money didn't stop the bleeding.

How much was there?

One or two million dollars.

And he only gave you $3,000?

He's a cheapskate.

Nonsense!

I was a Kamikaze pilot.

My comrades all died. Only I survived.

I will not allow their noble sacrifice to be condemned as naked aggression.

If you maintain the lie that it was a noble and just war...

...they will never rest in peace.

How dare you say that to me?

Get that?

Don't shoot that.

Hey you!

You're suppose to be working. Go to it!

Roll up folks and watch the fireworks!

Tatsuo!

Hit the Yakuza. Big fireworks.

Armed robbery!

They killed my girl!

Is this the place?

Tokyo's too hot. They hide 'em here.

Must be snakes here.

Sure. Heaps of 'em.

This place stinks!

Don't push. Keep it down.

Nobody's here.

Just some goblins.

It's filthy, man.

Here they are.

Feel the weight.

Lemme look.

Tatsuo.

Stealing guns from the Mob?

That's deadly.

I know that.

Don't play with it.

But don't worry.

We're only borrowing them.

Just one night?

Yeah.

I want you all to listen carefully.

We come back here after we finish the job.

We put the guns back.

Then we split the money.

We can wear suits if we want.

To hide our faces is important, too.

But that's not all...

Never use our real names.

Really?

Of course not.

We're robbing his buddies.

They'd soon wake up.

Use aliases.

From now on I'm not Tatsuo.

What?

I'm "Love."

We never use real names anyway.

No. No. No.

He's Tero.

No way.

We call him "Friendship."

Me? Friendship? You must be kidding.

"Courage".

"Truth".

"Sincerity".

"Violence".

How come?

It's perfect. Right?

Remember your aliases.

He's Violence...

...but Love and Violence?

It's hard to say.

Love, Friendship, Courage, Truth, Sincerity and Violence.

It won't work.

How about we use numbers?

Morons.

You don't get my point.

It's not just an armed robbery.

It's an act of love, friendship, courage, truth, sincerity and violence.

You gotta be kidding.

It's stupid.

This ain't TV, man.

What did I push?

I wasn't watching.

Is the combination changed?

I gotta pee.

Not now, man.

It's open, Tatsuo!

Don't forget the bag.

Gong, you keep watch.

That's Kamoichi's job...

No more names!

Use the aliases!

What's your name again?

Don't call me Tatsu, I'm "Love!"

Watch the pond there.

Yeah, I found it.

Who are you? Stop there!

Don't move.

Sit down, damn it.

Hey, where are you?

Friendship! Friendship!

There's one missing!

Find him.

Find the fucker!

Find him.

He's asleep.

Get the money.

Good morning, I am now reporting live from dickhead Domon's bedroom.

Sincerity!

Come. Give me a hand.

Find that other dude!

Where is he?

Where?

Find him!

Where is he? The other one.

Find him.

Hey!

I'll fucking waste you!

Hands behind your head!

Your hands! Do it!

Now!

Out.

Get the fuck out!

I ain't finished.

I'll slice you.

Watch you don't cut yourself.

Wipe your fucking ass!

Find the other one!

What's up?

Don't point it at me. It's me, me!

What's with you?

He's taking a crap. He won't come out.

Who won't?

The bodyguard! Damn!

I took a shot at him.

Don't move, asshole!

I'll shoot.

Lock them in the shithouse. Bring 'em all in here!

Move it!

Hurry up!

Move.

Get in there.

Does it lock?

We did it!

The guns. Gather up the guns.

Money!

Stop it!

Does it hurt?

No! Throw some more!

I did it!

I fucking-well-did it!

Stay right there.

Bite this.

Bite it?

It'll hurt. So bite hard.

Get up. 'Morning boys.

Rise and shine.

Early birds, lots of worms.

Face this way.

On your knees.

What got into you assholes?

How many Tokyo punks rent 6 tuxes at one time? Stupid fuckwits!

Apologies ain't gonna help.

Mr. Domon is livid.

He wants Tatsuo's nose, ears and dick in a bag.

You guys, we just slaughter.

Tatsuo, you really amaze me.

That was a very nasty scam.

I was so scared in front of Mr. Domon, I almost shit blood.

You have more guts than me?

Is your dick bigger than mine?

You were on probation with the Mob.

You're not a made man.

I had plans for you, kid.

I had Ishida treat you well, right?

You sure did, sir.

Why did you do it?

Don't you know?

No. Why?

Really?

He just said he didn't.

I want you all to meet Mr. Chidori.

He is, as you all know, Domon's bodyguard.

Greet him.

How do you do, sir.

Can't hear you!

How do you do, sir.

Mr. Chidori has particular interest in one of you.

He wants to test you. Like an audition.

You'll each say, "Wipe your fucking ass!"

Wipe your fucking ass!

Next.

Wipe your fucking ass!

Next.

Wipe your a-anus...

It's not "anus." It's ass!

...your fucking ass.

OK.

Wipe your fucking ass, please!

Wipe your fucking ass!

You come with me.

Please don't.

I beg you.

Now let's see you march. Knees up high.

One, two, one, two...

Bang 'em down hard!

Forward, march!

You go first.

Okay, in single file.

I have a medical condition.

Doctor only lets me kill 4 people a day.

Four's my limit.

One's already dead. One's almost dead.

Tatsuo will be ground up into dog food.

That means some of you get a chance to live.

Arms around shoulders.

Good. Keep that position.

Don't shoot yet.

One bullet each.

Double Russian roulette, okay?

Not yet. Wait for my signal.

Now.

Freeze!

Don't move.

Gong!

Tatsuo!

Get the guns and the money!

Don't move.

Don't move, asshole!

Run for it. Quick!

Gong, let's go!

Get the guns and the money!

Tatsu! Tatsu!

Shit.

Asshole! You spoilt my aim.

Sorry, sir.

What's with you?

This damn root.

I don't believe it.

A soccer field.

My ears are ringing.

My knees are failing.

You're still walking.

It's weird. My back feels all hot.

I think I'm hit.

You're kidding.

What?

How does it look?

It looks bad.

So you end up with all the money.

We'll do it together.

Forget it. You go alone.

I can't let you die here.

There's the goal post. It's a great place for me to die.

I used to be a goalie. You remember?

Any last testament?

Last testament?

A message to the living.

No way.

Like what I should do.

You should go abroad. Catch a plane.

I can't.

Why not?

They'll be watching the airports.

I can't get away.

Animaru is well connected.

Are you sure?

Got the money but no escape.

What would you do?

Me?

Lemme see...

Party at a hot spring resort.

Like an old man?

I won't live to be old.

Call in some whores, lots of good food. Line up the broads.

About a 100?

A few too many.

View cherry blossoms from the hotel window.

I'd want virgins.

Not me.

I'd fuck till my balls gave out.

And after that, what would we do?

After that?

Maybe go see my dad.

Suppose we had won the high school pennant.

We could be playing as pros in the professional soccer league.

Maybe even the national team trying for the World Cup.

I'll call an ambulance.

It's too late.

You're still talking.

Listen, Tatsuo...

Do the Kamikaze fireworks.

Kamikaze fireworks?

Go out with a bang.

That's my last testament.

Okay?

I sure will.

Get Animaru, Chidori, too.

All those grinning goons.

And especially Domon.

Ah...

Here it comes.

Waste 'em all, right?

Right.

It won't be easy.

I feel it coming again...

That was lucky.

To Satte, please.

What? A rookie driver?

I don't know Satte.

Can't you read a map?

Map no, I cannot read.

Did you come here from South America?

Yes.

Right, you were eating at the Brazil Diner.

From Brazil?

No, from Peru. I'm Peruvian.

I know Peru.

President Fujimori's country.

Seems he's having a hard time.

Sorry, sir.

Tatsuo got away.

The other one's dead. Here's the body.

I'll tell him, sir.

He won't get far.

We'll get him in a few days.

Is Mr. Domon angry?

Not really.

You're a loan shark, right?

Yeah, so what?

He said the money is a loan at your highest rate.

Loan? To Tatsuo?

No, to you.

He refuses to settle for anything less.

Just the money, with interest, and Tatsuo's body.

If I work 2 years, I have good life there.

Is your wife from Peru?

No wife?

She left you?

Passed away, has she?

Passed away?

It means dead.

Yes, that's right.

You have children, do you?

One?

Damn. It's too narrow to pass.

Don't.

They're in the wrong.

Haven't you got have any balls?

Fujimori would never back up!

No need for this. God damn it.

Assholes! You fuck-ups!

It's one-way! You blind fuck-rat!

Big car, little dick!

Stupid jerks. Assholes!

Stop over there.

I'll walk the rest.

Here?

They're getting out.

They're Yakuza! Lock the doors.

"Assholes?" "Fuck-ups?"

Use your radio and call the police.

Don't. It's dangerous. You'll get hurt.

Come to apologize for her?

What the fuck do you want?

If I apologize. You forgive?

He's Peruvian. The embassy will sue!

Shut the fuck up!

We should be going, sir.

It isn't worth it.

What is it?

I hear music.

It's not popular. It's not heavy metal.

It's pure music.

What's that mean?

I just thought he and I could be buddies.

So let's invite him to dinner.

No, I'd be too embarrassed.

I disturb you?

Your taxi?

Yes.

Are you on duty?

Let's head for Izu.

Don't use the expressway.

Go slowly on Route 1.

Go to this place.

What's wrong?

Please tell me where are we now?

This is...

We're here.

From here, go up there.

Right up to here.

Very far.

A deposit.

I look terrible.

The tuxedo doesn't go with the knapsack.

Last night my friends and I came to see the stars.

They left without me.

Can you believe that?

Oh, I see.

My shift ends 6 p.m.

So?

You must be crazy.

I'm loaded and very generous. Izu is only the first stop.

Then it's back to Tokyo.

Maybe to an onsen-spa.

Or cruise all over Japan.

Have it your way.

Take me to a taxi stand.

I'm being generous.

I thought you were kinda cool.

Come on. Let's go.

Life's short.

You are all right?

Excuse me, I must telephone. I call factory I work daytime.

Leave it as it is.

My Peruvian friend work in company.

I make call there, too.

Company don't pay him money.

His Japanese not good. I must telephone.

I want also brush my face.

Don't kill the meter until I say so.

I'm loaded.

Don't you worry.

Sorry.

Quena.

Quena?

Quena.

Quena?

Quena?

It don't work.

I can't play it.

Puno, Peru...

A frigging foreigner.

Mr. Cold Bamboo. One General?

SOYOKAZE, GENTLE BREEZE

Sorry to keep you!

Where are we?

We come half-way.

What's it called?

We are here.

How is it read?

Ma-na-zu-ru.

How about this?

I can't read it.

It's Ko-o-zu.

Then how do you read this?

Ha-ko-da-te?

Kan-na-mi.

And this?

Mt. Fuji.

Yes, Mt. Fuji.

Driver.

Stop at a menswear store.

Menswear store.

Damn. I should've brought clothes from Tokyo.

This cab looks like the New York subway.

My employers' son want to be artist.

Practice.

He practices on taxis?

He's a little bit strange.

A fucked-up twerp, huh?

I see.

I'm getting hungry.

McDonald's?

Get real. If you've got cancer and only a week to live...

Only 20 more meals to go.

Would you go to McDonald's?

You have cancer?

No, that's just an example.

An example? Oh, example...

I think I go.

Where are you from? Russia?

Peru.

In the Soviet Union?

Direction... little different.

Anyway, let's eat something good and expensive.

I'll treat you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Any news?

Only calls from his broads.

Tatsuo's a funny kid.

He's got books on gravestones.

No dirty books.

Gravestones?

You interested?

Haruki speaking.

I see.

At the garage. Hang on.

He can't. His wife's expecting.

Nobody else available?

Try the others.

He's on duty for 20 hours. Relieve him.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Mr. Ishida has a new tip.

Hello?

I'm at Tatsuo's apartment. I just remembered something.

He often talked about his mother's grave.

Said someday he'd get a deluxe stone for her.

He often mentioned it.

Doesn't sound very promising.

He collects books on gravestones and such.

Now he can afford it.

A $2 million gravestone?

Boss, he can't contact his broads.

His buddies are all gone.

The only thing left for him is his mother's grave.

I'm positive.

Listen, decent people like me respect our ancestors.

But a raggedy-ass punk like him?

It's too far-fetched.

I see your point, but it's still worth a try.

Her grave is in Izu.

Izu...

Driver.

How do you pronounce your last name: Cold Bamboo?

Can't read it?

No.

It's Kan-ta-ke.

Kazumasa Kantake.

I'll stick to "Driver."

Sure, okay.

Were you born in Peru?

Japan.

You immigrated?

It's still here.

Look at this. I did it.

I did it when my mom died.

When?

When what?

When did you immigrate?

I see.

The year of the Tokyo Olympics.

In the 50's?

It is 1964.

Wasn't a Japanese soldier found in the Philippines?

That was a while ago.

He now has a ranch or something in Peru, doesn't he?

Brazil.

Same thing.

You could be his relative.

Or the guy himself. No, I guess not.

Next, the stone mason. I got a map.

It's gone round once.

Every 100,000...

The meter?

Every 1,000 bucks.

I see.

The inscription...

How about calligraphic longhand?

Maybe square is better.

Orthodox style, but by hand.

Not machine-engraved.

I also want her posthumous name upped in rank.

I already paid the priest.

Is he there?

He's got a fucking gun!

A little present!

You only live once.

How come?

The meter... still on.

I don't get it. You're not afraid?

You hire my taxi.

But you saw me shoot them, right?

Why fuck with me?

Fuck with?

Why get involved?

Yes, I see.

Take that road up the mountain.

What's with you?

I want an explanation.

Is it the money?

You want to steal my money?

Meter still running...

I need a logical explanation.

You ever hear of Kamikaze?

I'm on my final approach.

It's a one-way ticket down.

I make a few stops.

That's me, man.

But I'm still a Kamikaze.

Tell me. Why did you help me?

I won't kill you but I'll smack you around and steal your wheels.

It'd be much easier if you drive.

But can I trust you?

You know "Chicha?"

No.

Roast corn, you chew it...

...then spit out.

Keep in dark place. It's type of wine.

Spit wine?

We, Quechua Indio drink this for 2,000 years.

"We?" Ain't you Japanese?

My wife... Indio...

Any children?

One son.

Is he with your Indio wife now?

You'd better answer.

My wife, she die.

So, I guess...

You're used to violence.

Is that right?

I'm only accustom to Chicha.

We no drink, festival it no start.

Go where in Tokyo?

First...

I need a pick-me-up.

Concentrate on the back of your neck.

In the next five seconds...

...deeply and slowly tighten your muscles.

One...

...two...

...three...

...four...

...five...

Keep that position, now relax your muscles.

Deeply...

...but lightly.

Deeply and lightly.

Continue with breathing.

You will...

...soon die.

You are now dead. Your life has ended.

Somehow, something went wrong.

Wasn't your life like that?

Now, look back at how your life was.

What happened? They've been here.

It's too risky here.

Aren't you teaching English?

That gig is dead.

Near-Death seminars rake in big bucks.

You got any nose-candy?

Sure I do.

How much do you want?

Enough for a Kamikaze.

Will it backfire on me?

Of course not.

Who's that?

A taxi driver.

A migrant-worker from Peru.

Mine's made in Peru.

Isn't it Colombian?

Comes through Colombia.

Peru again.

Wait one hour.

Tatsuo. The seminar has another 30 minutes to go.

Care to try?

No thanks, I'll soon be dead, anyway.

New wave religion?

Some religious cult fad.

Mr. Kantake, I was thinking...

Those Peruvian guerrillas...

When they attack, do they chew coca leaves?

Coca and cocaine different.

Coca have high position in history and religion in Peru.

You're not pissed?

"Domon Speaks Out."

Did I say anything wrong?

The violence without fear with...

...no sense of crime...

My father, he much hate that.

What?

What does that mean?

My father...

...he say Japanese Army make lots of drugs, uppers, during war.

And give the drug to Kamikaze pilots.

No way!

"Attack Vitamins" they call it.

Far out.

Just like me now.

That violence no good. You must not do.

Choosing crowded streets, huh? You bastard.

ANIMARU REAL ESTATE OFFICE

Fucking traffic jam sobered me up.

I hate fathers. I hate the fuckers.

So goddamn selfish.

Don't you agree?

I've never met your dad...

...but I know one thing.

It was his idea to immigrate to Peru.

After 30 years you come to work in Japan, driving a punk like me.

I feel sorry for you.

But I don't need "Attack Vitamins."

Go on home.

This car is two more days, okay.

My boss go back home town.

Two more days?

If I ask him, 3 days okay.

My thinking is 4 days okay.

Turn right, drive on and you'll see a golf practice range.

Wait there if you like.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes, kill the meter.

Tatsuo Minami, Commander of the Kamikaze Squad.

Blood type: AB, Rh minus.

If I should bleed, give me a transfusion.

I'm ready for take-off.

Flying high, but my head's clear.

Flying high, but my head is clear.

Where's that fuck, Animaru?

Where is he?

Get out of my way!

Don't shoot!

Move, you bastard!

Don't hit me!

Move!

Who are you?

It's me, Tama.

I know who you are.

Please, slow down!

What...

What are you doing here?

I've been waiting for you.

Waiting for me? What the hell for?

I knew you'd attack them.

How did you know?

That's my goddamn jacket!

I borrowed it.

You're lucky I didn't hit you.

Yeah. I am a real survivor.

When I was a kid in a mini-bus accident...

...my parents, my brother and sister...

...grandfather, great grandmother, my cousin and his wife...

...they all died.

But I survived without a scratch.

It's been more than 30 minutes.

The guy really cares about me.

He'll wait for an hour, maybe even two.

I don't know why, but he makes me so comfortable.

What are we waiting for?

There's no need to rush.

An onsen-spa, is it?

Your dead pal wanted you to.

An international good-will "onsen" tour with the Peruvian.

The rest of the money's in a locker. It's yours.

I don't want it.

I have no use for it. People died for it.

I don't want it.

It's over $1 million.

Give it to the Peruvian. It'll help ease the trade deficit.

That's stupid.

He's only a taxi driver.

I already paid $2,000. He's happy with that.

That's the logic Domon used when he paid me off.

Been waiting long?

Good morning.

Zero hang-over?

Zero... zero.

After all that?

Just saying "hung-over" makes me wanna throw up.

Excuse me.

Hi, Chidori. How's the office?

The cops?

Domon pulled strings. The shoot-out never happened.

Well, isn't he something?

The precinct in charge is furious.

You'd better stay away from your office.

The place is crawling with cops.

You increased the guard?

Yes, a couple.

Can't afford more trouble from Tatsuo.

That punk Tatsuo. What the fuck is he thinking?

Excuse me.

Boss. The Kiryu Family have a sighting.

A kid resembling Tatsuo is blowing bucks there.

Moron.

Why would he be at an onsen-spa at such a time?

He's scared shitless in Tokyo.

You just said you had no idea. He's so unpredictable.

Listen, I can't take time for hot baths, so how can that punk?

Stop fucking around or you'll get sent overseas.

Ushi.

What's that?

This?

Charlie McPherson's "Beautiful."

I really like this.

I finally found a copy.

He's so gentle, so human. Such an air of maturity.

I just love his sax.

What are you thinking about?

Thinking?

How Japanese young people brain-washed by religion.

In Peru, young people, children brain-washed by guerrillas.

Abnormal stress condition they are put.

Shining Path guerrilla army...

President Gonzalo's teachings hammered into head.

You can't fuck with it.

Things you experienced with your parents.

Things you wanted, or wanted to do for them.

Tell me about them.

What would say to your mother?

What I want to say to her?

I don't remember her.

And your father?

My father...

He die ten ago.

10 years ago?

Yes, 10 years ago.

10 years ago.

10 years ago.

Tell me about your father.

My father was doctor.

There are Quechua Indio in Andes.

They live like Inca.

Alpacallama herds herders. Indio live as herders.

Make chuno from potato.

Chicha from corn.

Beginning of 1960's, 1,700 people live in Paratia region.

Doctors, no doctors there.

My father decide live with Quechua.

When we leave house...

When we leave house in Japan...

TV next door show Olympic marathon.

Abebehe was running.

Elementary school friends, 3 friends watching TV together.

I say good-bye to friends but everybody crazy with TV.

Why only me must go to other side of Earth?

I do not understand that time.

I graduate university and marry Quechua woman.

My father move house to Cuzco region.

In Amaybamba, he begin clinic from zero.

The place is north of Apurimac River.

In La Zona Roja. Shining Path guerrillas very active there.

We call "red zone."

Five years, it was peaceful.

In May of 1984...

About 200 terrorists, Tortora, Osambre, Amaybamba...

...attack those village.

Terrorists are mostly children, mostly women...

...with spears and sticks.

Shotguns and rifles not more than 5.

In Amaybamba attack start in night. Continue to five in morning.

About 30 houses burn.

My father...

He help teachers to...

How do I say? Help them escape.

They cut off his arms and legs.

Tie rope around his neck and hang him.

The army.

Didn't the army come?

Platoon of 15 soldiers, they are nearby.

They do not come.

Why not?

Bunch of kids with spears.

They could easily handle 200 or 300 kids.

North of Apurimac River, army not come.

Because village not pay money to government.

Money?

What do you call?

Same as money you pay Yakuza.

Protection money?

Yes, that money.

Did you kill lots of Shining Path?

Amaybamba attacked by La Gringa's army.

She has white skin, like white men.

I join campesino whose families killed by guerrilla.

We make army. Four years.

Four years, we try find La Gringa.

Did you get her?

La Gringa she die in Uyaliaga Valley.

She fight with drug lords from Colombia.

But why?

Why are Colombian gangsters in Peru?

Guerrillas and gangsters fight over coca fields.

Damn it.

So did you give up?

I wouldn't come to work in Japan, I'd wipe out the Shining Path.

Guerrillas we kill mostly children and women.

How disgusting.

C'mon, let's play pinball.

Kiryu speaking.

Mr. Ishida? Where are you now?

Such a waste.

A good-looking kid.

Good firm dick, too.

Look, he's got a hard-on.

Sure is a big 'un.

The butcher apron.

Rubber boots, too?

Boots?

It'll get slippery.

Very thoughtful.

Thank you.

Tatsuo, where's the money?

You're in deep shit.

Tokyo Yakuza are so crude.

They'll slice him.

Nasty, nasty.

Who the fuck are you?

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

Be careful with that.

Point it that way.

What the fuck's going on?

Hey, Taxi.

What are you guys up to?

Hey!

What's going on?

Tatsuo!

Hey! What the fuck is all this?

Taxi!

Hearing that in the Andes would be super.

4,000m above sea level?

In average 4,300. Some places very high, 5,300.

Even on sunny days it's below zero.

That must really be cold.

Temperature drop 15 to 20 degrees in 3 hours.

Incredible. Strong winds, too, huh?

If you stood on a cliff, it'd flatten your face.

I love strong winds.

Indio call it "phuku."

Most strong wind, blow with snow.

Horses and people, pheeew!

Lifts 'em up?

Then crash?

Yes.

Don't you call that a blizzard?

"Tutukas wayra."

Strong wind with no snow.

How strong is that? Lose your eyebrows?

Quechua say, "so strong take away lower jaw".

Kamikaze of the Andes.

My father always say that. Kamikaze of Andes.

Is Quechua different from Spanish?

Yes, completely.

How do you say, "beat the hell"?

Pegar fuerte.

That's Spanish, right?

How do you say it in Quechua?

K'upakuy.

He k'upakuyed me.

So I gotta k'upakuy him.

Hey, I'm the one beaten up. Look at me.

How do you say, "have a lot of kids"?

Kuyay.

I feel pregnant just hearing it.

Sure sounds unprotected.

Yes, it is so.

What's with you, Tatsuo?

Aren't you going to waste Domon and Animaru?

Decide what to do with me, too.

Look at your nasty underpants!

Bad taste!

Get lost!

Fishnet underwear?

Fuck off, faggot!

Not much of a cock, is it?

No torture OK? I'll tell you everything.

I know where to find Animaru. It's a great spot.

A perfect set-up.

You're a real Judas.

Listen pal, I'm a Japanese Ivy Leaguer.

Animaru thinks the Vietnam War was in Korea.

It's just a temporary job.

You've only got one ball.

Can we have a little privacy?

Animaru goes alone every Wednesday night.

You know where?

To some woman?

Guess again.

Some man?

A kid?

His mom?

Grandpa?

Grandma?

Deeper than that.

Religion?

What'll you do with me?

It doesn't look good. Your fate, I mean.

You won't spare me?

That's asking too much.

No mercy?

Get real.

It was you who shot Tero.

That's true.

I guess this is the end.

Sorry.

What's the rush?

Nothing else to discuss.

Too bad.

You'll never learn where to find Animaru.

I'll tell you anyway.

You're kidding!

No, he does.

I followed him one time.

You believe that?

Tatsuo has a lot of money. He'll pay you generously.

I don't know maybe.

Maybe I'll go to Peru.

To Peru.

Is today Wednesday?

Is it?

Time to waste Animaru.

What's happening?

Let's all go to Peru to feel the wind.

That sounds great.

Wanna come?

I've got two more things to do.

So here we are.

Wasn't the forest beautiful?

I go with you?

I can manage, Mr. Kantake.

Tama.

You take this.

If I don't come back, Kantake knows the place...

Split the money.

Have him take you to Peru for me.

Only wait 30 minutes.

If you see the Indios, say hello for me.

Mr. Kantake.

You take all the money.

This is very big money.

Use it all in Peru.

Build schools, hospitals, maybe an amusement park.

Tatsuo would want that.

Realistically, no country takes in workers from other countries.

Forget him. We'll be in Peru tomorrow.

...considering the situation in their own countries.

Japan needed manual labor...

...so we sought for cheap labor from abroad.

Japan achieved such high development...

...because we Japanese worked hard, very, very hard.

These backward countries aren't capable of that.

Look at Germany, Europe, France and the U.S.

What happened there?

Major social problems!

When recession came, foreign labor was no longer needed.

But they didn't go home.

Owing to strong winds all flights have been cancelled.

Further information will be given as soon as it is available.

Mr. Kantake.

Our flight's been cancelled.

The airline gives us hotel rooms, so let's stay there.

We'll fly out tomorrow, so don't worry.

Strong wind is Kamikaze of Andes.

Don't go getting all weird on me.

Look, Tatsuo's dead.

Why must you get involved?

Anyway, we dumped the guns.

Tell Animaru it's time for some new girls.

Yes, sir. Immediately.

Oh, by the way...

I was not successful to kill La Gringa.

For long time, I feel much pain for that.

This time, I do for myself.

My father and Tatsuo...

They ask Wind God to help me.

I return tomorrow morning.

Damn, every frigging night!

Mr. Domon sure asks for it.

He doesn't have to say all those things on TV.

He pisses me off, too.

Asshole, you'll get fired.

Who the fuck are you?

Hey guys!

You there?

Who are you?

Everything all right?

Is Mr. Domon here?

He's gone to bed.

One more maid here, no?

It's her day off.

She is on vacation?

I find five bodyguard. You have more here?

Only our employer.

What is "employer?"

It means boss.

My boss.

I see.

In the far wing. He's in bed.

You have room with lock?

Not the toilet again?

There's a wine cellar in the basement. How about in there?

You like that room better?

Yes.

Good evening.

Who in hell are you?

My name is Kazumasa Kantake.

Kantake?

Please.

Call Mr. Animaru here.

I don't understand.

Tatsuo Minami is my friend.

I don't know where Animaru is.

Tell him to come in through gate at back.

It's me, Domon.

Is Animaru there?

I need to see him immediately.

Tell him not to use the front gate. Use the back gate.

What do you want with me?

You can't have come to revenge Tatsuo.

I lost $2 million.

Your name's Kantake?

An uncommon name.

How is it written?

"Cold Bamboo."

Can you get that for me?

No, not that.

Yes, two.

That's right.

There was one among my fellow Kamikaze pilots.

No.

He not your comrade.

What do you mean?

My father is Kamikaze pilot.

Not same like you.

What?

Yes?

Mr. Domon?

This is Animaru, sir.

Mr. Domon?

It's about my money.

Well, sir, now that Tatsuo is dead and...

I'll try to get half of it to you by the end of today.

I could forget about all of it.

Really, sir? Why thank you.

I'll do anything, kill anyone.

Come here immediately.

Yes, sir. I'll be right over.

Through the back way within 30 minutes.

Good.

So that's it.

You're Lieutenant Kantake's son.

You remember my father?

I remember him.

Lt. Kantake was a real coward.

Everyone knew that.

He took off all right, but he turned yellow and returned.

Dumped his bombs into the sea.

I wanted to execute him.

But Japan's surrender saved him.

My father never take drugs.

No Attack Pills, no Cats-eye Pills.

My father say he not need.

Maybe that's why he become scared and come back.

My father not forgive the man who give drugs to Kamikaze pilots.

He brag he is Kamikaze pilot and exploit his comrades...

...when become candidate for election.

This man become Diet member.

That's why my father leave Japan.

Scum like Kantake runs away overseas, because he's worthless here.

Probably ended up in Brazil or someplace like that.

Peru.

You know why?

Wanted to go to the end of the world.

My father see condors in Andes.

Condors flying on Winds of God.

True Kamikaze.

Him? A true Kamikaze?

Are you saying that I'm not!

A rotten egg like him would never have made Japan so prosperous.

You imbecile!

With your broken Japanese!

A 3rd rate Japanese born of a 2nd rate man.

You have no right to look down on Japanese born in foreign country.

Don't think I will beg you for my life!

Chidori?

I owe you one.

You saved my life. Forgot to say thanks.

So busy raising money. I had no time.

Taxi.

The taxi driver?

Good morning.

Hey, I wanted to meet you.

I'm done for...

Hey, wait a minute. What's the hurry?

No, I have time.

How about you explain all this to me?

I can't die without knowing why.

I start from where?

The beginning.

Where were you born?

My name is Kazumasa Kantake. I'm Peruvian.

In year of Tokyo Olympics, I go to Peru.

I'm sorry. I make mistake.

I am born in Japan.

In year of Tokyo Olympics I go to Peru.

Look, can you skip the first 35 years or so?

I won't last that long.

I see.

I am born in 1957.

Showa... What year in Japanese era?

Forget about Showa.