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This is...

Shizuru?

Her name was Aya.

You came all this way... from Tokyo.

Yeah.

This is what Shizuru saw every day.

She's been away for ages.

For ages?

At least two months.

That's why I'm looking after the place.

Got to let the fresh air in.

Someone told me she'd died.

Died?

I heard from her last week.

Said she was shooting in Mexico.

Mexico?

That's what she said.

You just missed each other.

More importantly, look.

What's that?

She's three months behind on rent.

She asked me to cover it...

Typical Shizuru.

Hey, Sekiguchi?

It's me. Makoto.

Can you lend me 400,000?

The money will be in your account today.

Sorry. I'd cover it if I could but...

I can hardly pay for my dance lessons.

It's okay, she's an old friend.

You take dance lessons?

It's off-off Broadway.

Call me when you get the money.

Okay. See you.

Shizuru?

What's wrong?

What are you doing?

Cooking.

You were here all along?

Are you drunk?

Today's quiz.

Will 'Mayo-Noodles' pass the taste test?

No way.

And the correct answer is...

Shizuru Satonaka

I was surprised when Aya told me

you were in New York.

You should've called

then again, my phone's broken.

Sorry about that.

I'm in Mexico taking pictures for the exhibition.

It's a last minute thing, no time to even book a hotel.

Since I'll be off the radar, I'll try to write.

Could you do me a favor?

Please reconfirm my gallery booking.

Put down a deposit so they don't cancel.

New York is a weird city.

Downtown America suddenly transforming

into somewhere like Hong Kong or Italy.

Are you awake?

Why are you here?

I'm an Asian, too. I hear stuff.

Some Japanese guy marched in on the Chinese mafia;

I figured it must've been you.

They called you?

Wipe your face.

Convoy came here after Tianamen Square.

In exile?

Illegally, of course.

Living someone else's life with a fake ID.

Are there many like that?

All kinds of bugs in the Big Apple.

Apparently Convoy's gallery doesn't exist.

Convoy buys art... hangs it in an office.

That's what they call 'Convoy's Gallery'.

How come?

Convoy's got a fantastic eye.

All those chosen make it big.

That guy who shot the Louis Vitton poster...

The one who did Underground's CD jackets...

Many famous people got their break there.

The media's really into it.

Dealers, everyone... they all keep an eye on it.

When Shizuru said she had a reservation...

...I’m afraid she was lying.

Not open yet...

Her name was 'Fah'.

Her name was 'Fah'.

A woman.

Mother?

I made those promises

but hadn't heard a single word from Shizuru.

Amazing.

This is what she must have seen.

This was the New York Shizuru loved.

Now I had glimpsed it... and could begin to photograph it.

Fall...

Fall...

Fall...

What she saw and what I see, overlap.

She and I, overlap.

I miss her.

It was from someone, I didn't know.

I was losing my way.

I agonized as I was organizing my photographs.

Putting together all the different things I'd heard.

The most logical thing seemed to be that Shizuru had changed.

Maybe the Shizuru that I thought I knew wasn't the real Shizuru.

This is where Shizuru died.

That bastard...

...killed her.

You bastard!!

Aya?

Lucky man. You get to die on the same spot.

You killed Shizuru?

So what? It's no big deal.

Just another bug in the Big Apple.

Getting big ideas about being a photographer.

She just got lucky, that's all.

You killed her for that?

Because she had her dream come true?

So you killed her?

Dreams are for bedtime.

That's why I put her to sleep.

An insect's little dream.

I squished it between my fingers.

Just like your beloved Shizuru...

...I’ll put a hole in your head.

Shit!

Cassius' words came back to me...

Killing someone doesn't always change your own life.

But if someone kills you, it's the end of everything.

It really is.

I'm alive?

Since she'd been shot in the face

I couldn't tell if it was her.

Buy tangerines.

Death is final.

Everything is finished.

With Shizuru dead

I wanted to get away from New York

as quickly as I could.

My last look at New York.

What were you doing?

What do you mean?

How long were you going to keep me waiting?

Keep you waiting?

You've forgotten our promise to meet up when you turn pro?

No, I haven't.

Are you sure?

Of course not.

I wonder...

What? You blame me?

Yes, for making me wait.

I'm sorry.

Bastard.

I'm a bastard.

A bastard and a jerk.

A bastard and a jerk.

A bastard, a jerk, boring, a bully, lazy, over-sexed with smelly feet.

A bastard, a jerk...

Enough.

Anyway,

I'm sorry.

Apologize properly.

"Sorry to make you wait"

I apologize.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

Okay.

What?

It's okay. I'm over it.

Thank you...

for believing in me.

That goes without saying.

Idiot.

It's not ripe.

You're right.

Let me make up for it.

What?

Shizuru was there.

Even if no-one in the world believes me

Even if no-one in the world believes me

...I saw her that day.

That's when I decided...

...to walk in step with Shizuru, the rest of my life.

Now I'm a budding pro photographer.

And Cassius is my agent.

I have a contract with an ad agency.

Every time I peer into the viewfinder,

I pray that I'll see Shizuru.

Every day I go to work handing out cards with her name on.