All language subtitles for Man without a Map (Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1968) ENG

Toho Co., Ltd.

"Request for investigation"

Request: Seek whereabouts
of missing person

Name of missing person:

Hiroshi NEMURO

Sex: Male

Age: 34

Occupation:

Sales Expansion Manager,
Dainen Fuel Company

He is the husband of the client,

and disappeared six months ago.

Efforts to contact him
have been in vain.

I will entrust everything
pertaining to the investigation,

and will supply any materials
that might help the investigation.

Please find enclosed

the deposit with this
letter of application.

Also,

all information will be
treated confidentially.

I promise not to reveal

or abuse any information you provide.

February 2nd, Showa 43 [1968]

Name of client:

Haru NEMURO

C/O:
Head of Human Resources Department,

Hinode Private Detective Agency

With milk?

- Do you have matches?
- I saw you having one.

Don't be stingy.

If you want more I can get you some.

Keep them for the next time.

Nice watch you have.

It's Swiss made.

- When do you close?
- Half past eight.

- Closing quite early...
- We open early.

Hey.

I have a little question.

We're not allowed to
talk with customers.

Don't you play some music here?

I'm listening to this right now.

I'll play you a record after this one.

After closing,

let me invite you for dinner.

(Cafe Tsubaki)

100 yen.

You're the detective, right?

What a coincidence.

Coincidence?

I'm the brother-in-law of Nemuro,
your subject of investigation.

It's only a coincidence

if you didn't follow me.

You're quite hairy.

I envy you for being so hairy.

But I didn't know about any brother...

that's news to me.

She might be my sister...

but she and her husband
are straight people.

I didn't want to show up too much.

- Let's go back to the cafe again.
- Why?

So much for playing stupid.

I'm telling you it's coincidence.

What brought you here then?

That fellow had

pretty good skills in auto repair.

He'd refurbish cheap, used cars.

Made him good money as a side job.

He even had

a 2nd-grade auto mechanics license.

So what?

That's

what got me this idea.

That matchbox.

Maybe it was pointing to this place.

A car park is perfect
for car business, isn't it?

It's not too late

for a full refund of the deposit,
if that's what you want.

All joking aside...

what do you think of my sister?

- What do you mean?
- I mean...

what you think of her, as a man.

I'm neither a cop nor a judge.

I'm just here for business.

Don't expect me to say anything
that you wouldn't want to say.

Do you want to see the diary?

Diary?

My brother's diary.

If you want to read it, I can
send it to my sister tomorrow.

It's nothing interesting though.

You'd be disappointed.

I'd be looking forward to it.

Watch out!

Beer again?

I don't know why but...

everytime I go shopping
I forget to buy some tea.

I've been

to this cafe just now.

And so?

I'll check again around 8.
No thanks, I have to drive.

Oh, I forgot.

You know what? It's not fair.

You shouldn't be holding back
the information you have.

I've just run into someone who
claimed to be your brother.

My brother?

I was surprised.

Oh, you met him?

My brother is always like that.

People are all surprised by him.

If you have a brother,

why didn't you tell me beforehand?

I just couldn't.

That decision is up to me.

Anyway, he doesn't have any address.

This is no joke.

How many people do you miss after all?

My brother is not a missing person.

He has no fixed address, that's all.

I'll get you some coke, alright?

I hope you are well aware that

that 30000-yen deposit is

non-refundable even if
the investigation fails.

I know.

Which is fine with me,
it's only business.

You should be more helpful.

I...

At least...

your brother, whom I met by chance

was more helpful than you are.

Tomorrow he's going to
send your husband's diary.

Diary?

You don't know?
You know nothing at all.

- He had an auto mechanics license.
- I know that.

Then why didn't you tell me?

There were too many.

Too many?

He was a diploma maniac.

All in all he had 9 of them.

He had a truck-driving license, and

what else...

wireless license,

electric welding operator,

dangerous object handler,

projectionist,

and...

a high school teaching diploma.

That makes it seven, right?

There are two more...

What where those two again?

He's quite a character.

He said a diploma is like an anchor,

and that he wanted to
anchor his life securely.

But now he's adrift.

It's scary

not to know what's going on like this.

It's really scary.

You don't look scared at all.

Maybe I'm used to
live with it already.

Ma'am.

It looks like you

hold your liquor well.

Oh, whatever...

"Looking for waitress"

'Tsubaki'

'Mikawa Apartment'

What are you doing here?

I'm asking you,
what are you doing here?

All right.

It all makes sense.

What makes sense?

The person who bought
that girl her Swiss watch

can be no one else other than you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Nemuro...

does this name ring a bell?

Nemuro?

You mean the driver?

The driver?

Well, no...

Never heard of it.

You don't know? Very well.

So it's half a year ago...

Half a year already.

He's from a detective agency.

It's about Manager Nemuro.

About the circumstances...

can you give me details on
what happened that morning?

Well...

I'm not sure about details, but...

he was supposed to meet me

on his way to work

so he could hand me a document...

However,

he never showed up, right?

Exactly. I waited more
than an hour for him.

What was that document?

Actually, we don't know.

Even you don't, do you?

No one knows anything about it.

And,

it wasn't of great importance
to the company?

It looks like it.

Just so there's no confusion...

I am not here to investigate
a crime, you know.

We understand.

The recipient of the document?

No way to know.

Right, Tashiro-kun?

Right, sir.

That sounds strange.

Why give a damn about
an unimportant document?

He was a very responsible man.

And much involved in his work,

since he's just been
promoted to manager.

Then, to sum it up...

you don't have any clues, do you?

Absolutely.

But hey,

if his wife hired a detective,
I guess it means that

he's really gone missing.

Well,

people here were getting

all sorts of funny ideas, you know...

Could you show on a map where
you were supposed to meet?

Okay.

I will.

- It'll warm up in a minute.
- Yes.

Now.

To tell you the truth,

well... I've been...

having qualms about something.

I've told a lie.

I see.

Of course, it's not a serious lie.

Better not be.

It's about...

the recipient of that document.

The day before he disappeared,

I overheard him on the phone asking
someone to sign some papers.

He was talking with Yukichi Maeda,

a town councilor of Torio-cho.

Torio?

Yes,

'Tori' like a bird (tori),

and 'o' like a tail (oppo).

Never heard of such place.

But...

has Manager Nemuro
really gone missing?

It's only a lie.

A lie?

Forget it...

it's nothing serious.

No.

I'm sorry.

What I really wanted to tell you

was Manager Nemuro's unknown side.

That man was...

into nude photography.

A collector of?

No. He was behind the lens.

He even frequented photo studios.

Did he have a favorite model?

Yes.

If you like, I'd be happy
to show you his photos.

They're amateurish,

but not bad at all.

I gave some away to our clients
at work and they all loved.

Do you like

alcohol?

You don't believe me.

Another time,

we'll entertain ourselves with his
photos and have a drink, okay?

Do you know where Torio-cho is?

You're already there.

Do you know where
Councilor Maeda lives?

Oh, that's Sumiya.

- Sumiya?
- Yes.

Follow this street to a crossing.

You take it left, go under an
overpass and you're there.

The first left?

Yes.

- Can I have a receipt?
- Alright.

Is your boss here yet?

I'm from Dainen Fuel Company.

We don't know when he'll be back.

Then I'll wait for him.

Well, good luck.

There's already a visitor

who's been waiting in
the office for an hour.

Thanks.

There are a few things
I want to ask you.

Watch out for fire!

No problem.
The wind's in the west today.

And you have a license to
work with explosives...

If they were to catch fire,

it'll be in a matter of seconds
and we'd be dead by now.

Either one of you remember Nemuro-san

the sales department manager?

Never heard of him.

I don't remember his name, but

someone like that came here once,

when we've started to

do business with Dainen.

- When was that?
- Sometime in July or August.

Take a look, was it him?

Who else can I ask in your office?

There's an office girl, but

she's crying right now because

that fellow picked on her.

Isn't that a local rogue

who's been poking around
the construction camp?

Good afternoon.

It's cold today.

Hey, good afternoon.

It's you.

What a coincidence.

Coincidences come in series.

This is no coincidence.

Well,

take a seat.

What brings you to this place?

What about you?

Doing my job.

Looks like

you're a good detective,

way better than I thought.

Am I bothering you?

Hey,

Miss.

sorry to disturb you,

would you mind making
tea for the guest?

What about that diary
you've promised?

Oh, right, right.

They've made me waste my time here.

He's a real bastard, that old man.

You'll have the diary
tomorrow for sure.

That aside,

how come you have such a
bad impression of me?

Because that's how you
want me to think, right?

Oh, come on!

Well,

I don't blame this girl for hating me.

I came here to blackmail them.

Blackmail?

Exactly.

Right, missy?

I have

given you prior notice that

I would be here today
in the afternoon.

What an insult.

Be sure to tell the old man,

that I've got plenty of time, and

I can show up everyday if you like.

She's not so friendly, huh?

You might be getting me wrong.

Of course,

a blackmailer is a bad guy,

but someone who's being
blackmailed is no good guy either.

What on earth

do you want me to do?

Give me a break.

We've signed a contract.

Excuse me, can you move your car?

Sure.

It's about time.

Goodbye.

I guess I'd better get going too.

Won't you give me a short ride?

Don't forget

to give my message to the old man.

Appreciate it.

Buses around here are never on time.

Where to?

How about a brief detour?
I'll buy you a drink.

I've got no intention of
helping a blackmailer.

Don't be too hard on me!

I'm already paying 30 000
a week for your service.

That's 120 000 a month.

There's no way my
sister can afford that.

A month...?

But I thought you hired me for a week.

I just have to.

I don't tolerate that
type of selfishness.

I'll take care of the payment.

When push comes to shove,
I'll board a ship to Viet-Nam.

If I manage to gather 30 seamen,

I can make a million for a trip.

Hey!

Oh, thank you.

Pretty cold, tonight.

Welcome!

Hot sake for a start?

Sounds good.

I'll have some ramen.

Not even one drink?

I'm driving.

You're too serious.

Wasn't my scarf in here?

I can't let my guest catch a cold.

I don't intend to stay for long.

This place sure isn't
worth a long stay.

Give him a free egg topping.

Alright.

We were waiting for you.

Thank you for coming.

So are you from the Family too?

No,

just an acquaintance.

Good evening.

What's with your face?

Only three girls? Bullshit!

The flu's everywhere.

What flu?

They're healthy as horses.

They have no guts.

All this is too good to be true.

What exactly?

Everything.

I'll have sake too.

Well that's the spirit! Pour him one.

Can I leave my car around here?

Of course, and you can stay here too.

There's no roof, but this side
of the bank is like home to us.

I sure hope so.

Something wrong with you?

You...

really haven't heard anything?

Heard what?

What I don't like here is

the fact that the chicks aren't
the only ones to be lazy.

Only three of your boys
showed up tonight.

So what?

If you say so.
None of my business.

What's there to be afraid of?

Tomorrow's payday.

Their due bills will be
withheld from paycheck.

Then what?

Look, there.

See them gathering?

I don't like...

this type of coming and going.

Someone's behind this plot maybe?

Who exactly?

A guy named Maeda.

He's a town councilor.

Have you heard of him?

No, I haven't.

Whole lotta bullshit!

Damn you!

Hey, come here.

What is it?

I feel trouble in the air.

Something to do with that blackmail?

Stop nagging.
We'd better leave this place.

I'm already drunk,
'cause I trusted you.

What's that?

Got a problem?

You bastard!

Keep it down!

Shut up you bastards!

What's the fuss?

I'll go take a look. You just run!

No!

Don't!

Take what you can!

Let's drink!

Oh, there's a chick!

A chick, a chick!

Are you drunk?

- I came on account of business.
- Yes.

I...

ran into your brother again.

Where?

What's this all about?

Is this some kind of hide and seek?

I've had enough!

Try to remember...

about your husband.

Anything will do.

Let me know more.

But that's impossible, impossible!

- Why?
- Because he's ran away!

Ever since that day,
he turned into a mystery.

Things like how loudly
he blew his nose

while washing his face,

and his habit of licking

his lips after he laughed,

feel so unreal to me today.

But

he lived in this house for real.

Otherwise he couldn't have run away.

You're right.

What's

that record on the turntable?

Let's have a listen.

Alright.

It goes on like this?

You get to hear many different cars.

Want to hear more?

No thanks. I've had enough.

He really loved cars.

Said he'd rather wash his car

first thing in the morning
instead of washing himself.

I presume that...

that last morning, he took his car.

No, he'd already sold it.

Sold?

When?

Let's see...

it must have been

about a week before he went missing.

On the...

Sold it to whom?

Nothing suspicious about that person.

He even took the trouble to

send back my husband's
coat that was left in the car.

That matchbox from
the cafe that I gave you,

was in the coat pocket, along
with an old sport paper.

Wait a minute, I'll show it to you.

Grease stains.

He always kept it in the car trunk.

Oh, there's the paper.

June 4th.

Wait.

This is...

Yes.

The cafe's phone number.

- Why didn't you tell me before?
- But I gave you the matches.

Would you like some beer?

Good.

I'm already drunk anyway.

Excuse me for asking,

what was his salary at
Dainen Fuel Company?

A bit over 60 000 a month.

No wonder.

A taxi driver can make more than that.

Why is that?

Why do you say such a thing?

He had no reasons.

Why did he have to run away from me?

Say.

Tell me why.

'Driver Wanted'

'Tokyo Sports'

'Classified Ads'

'Driver Wanted'

'I caught you!'

'But I'll keep it to myself. '

'Would you come with me?'

Would you care for a ride? Where to?

It's not up to me now, is it?

So you've turned defiant.

You're despicable.

There's probably a misunderstanding.

Then...

what about this?

His wife was very happy

you sent it back to her.

That's sheer nonsense.

Alright, then

can you at least show me
your car registration?

For what reason?

Nice watch you have.

It's Swiss-made.

Not a busy place, but he
seems to pay you well.

Mornings are very busy.

- Isn't it morning now?
- Don't talk with customers!

If you refuse to say anything

it leaves me no choice

but to call up

the previous owner of this car.

You must be out of your mind.

My brother's dead.

He didn't just die, he was killed.

Killed...

I wonder why.

I...

don't know what to do now...

I'm holding a memorial service.
Will you please come over?

You know I'm left with no one now.

All right.

I'll be there in no time.

Excuse me, but

you're probably

mistaking me for someone else.

That car...

I bought it new.

That's right.

It's true.

Put on some music, will you?

It's me.

Put me through to the boss.

Boss?

It's me.

I had no time to call before.

Anyway, things got complicated.

The client's brother

got killed in a brawl

last night.

It has nothing to do with the
objective of investigation.

Neither do I.

Then it is now a criminal case.

But I have an alibi so..

I should be safe from
being involved in the case.

I'll drop by to give you details.

There's no need for that.

Remember what happens when

detectives mess with police cases?

You've signed the memorandum yourself.

I remember that.

Too bad, but

you were out of luck.

But...

the police will never find my name.

With brains like yours,

you'll have plenty of
job opportunities.

Good luck. Bye.

The owner of Tsubaki says

mornings are very busy, but

even a cat seems to avoid it.

Earlier in the morning.

Earlier?

Keep it.

Like I said, much earlier.

Why on earth did he have to disappear?

Are you okay?

I don't care if I die.

Oh, wow!

Look how blue it is!

Oh, wow!

I've been here for
three months already.

I really like it here.

You're the type who'd
get along with her.

You'll be staying here?

Why, can't I?

I imagined you completely different.

Don't worry,

I won't be staying long.

Why not?

You heard us?

I'm sorry, I've asked for a repair
but they wouldn't come.

What kind of tea?

Plain green tea, please.

I haven't seen you in ages.

I got fired.

And then?

Can I have a cigarette?

I just came by,

for no reason.

So what's the plan?

Well,

I'm new in this business.

You've got mucus in your eye.
Left eye.

I'm not getting enough sleep.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

"No Admittance Without Business"
is that it?

Business with you is always welcome.

Is that so?

Do we need a reason to be together?

We're married.

Let's just not talk about it.

Some man of little importance
has gone missing.

But somehow, everyone concerned

is unwilling to cooperate.

Even his wife is.

They just want to know why he ran away.

No one seems to care
about his whereabouts.

I think I understand.

You think so?

Well, why did you leave home?

Because...

I couldn't find my place anymore.

What a remarkable excuse.

Watch your manners.

I'm fortune-telling.

About what?

I didn't spill anything!

I need to make a quick phone call.

He's so different
from what I imagined.

No wonder, we waited
for him differently.

Dainen Fuel Company?

Can I speak with Tashiro-kun?

I'm having migraines again.

Oh,

Tashiro-kun?

Thank you for yesterday.

You still remember

your promise?

You're a reliable man.

Let's meet at the underground mall

you showed me on the map.

That place.

Oh, at what time?

It's one o'clock now, so

how about at five?

All right?

And don't forget the
thing we talked about.

Come on, you know it.

Those nude photos.

Can I get to talk to the model, too?

See you at five.

So,

now you see what things I have to do.

Didn't you just say you got fired?

I want to finish what I've started.

Well,

it's time for me to leave.

Looks like fun.

Of course it is.

It's life.

That aside...

I might come back...

sometime soon...

this time for good.

Here?

Can't I?

I'll have your room ready.

This mourning dress...

I found it for rent at a costumer.

It fits you well.

You look good in black.

Relax now.

You take turns sitting vigil?

No we don't.

You seem to be underage.

Who are you, mister?

I'm...

a friend of your late boss.

I represented the Family and
gave the funeral address.

What are you going to do now?

We have an upscale clientele.

You saw how handsome our boys are.

I see...

Do you work in a nightclub?

No way.

We have a membership-only system.

Do you find me attractive, mister?

Yes,

very good-looking.

Liar.

Then can you drink my...
you know what I mean?

Oh no.

That's the last thing I want to do.

Just as I thought.
We have a first-class clientele.

Like executive-class businessmen

and movie actors.

Say,

has your boss mentioned about

a fuel company lately?

A member of the club?

No.

Never mind if you don't know.

I don't like to be questioned.

So, I end up being on my own.

Do you have something
like a photo album?

Like family photos.

Thanks.

That's my husband's

late mother.

This must be from the Taisho era.

It smells bad.

A deathly smell.

Oh...

it comes from this kimono.

I'll go change clothes.

Is that you husband under the car?

I took that picture.

An ideal evidence photo.

Evidence?

To be honest,

I was half in doubt
about your brother.

A fake

to cover up a crime of passion...

I wish my brother could hear that.

So do I.

But why?

Your brother

is sending you a sign

when your husband's not watching.

If

you two had the slightest
guilty conscience,

you wouldn't have captured
that moment on film.

A photograph lasts for a long time.

That is smart of you.

So all this time

the detective that I've hired

looked at me as a suspect.

Unfortunately, I'm not
a detective anymore.

I was fired about 3 hours ago.

Why?

But don't worry.

I'll work for the remaining
3 days that I was paid for.

For three days only?

Your brother's not here
anymore to pay the fee.

I've kept my husband's
retirement benefits intact.

And if that's

not enough, I can always work.

But...

once your brother's name is
mentioned in the obituary,

it might

settle everything down.

Settle down?

He might come back.

Why?

Not improbable.

That's just impossible!

But

to me, your brother seemed
to be angry with him

rather than...

worrying about him.

As you could have noticed today,

my brother didn't love women.

But I am his big sister.

The only woman on earth who
wasn't a woman to him.

That is why my brother loved me.

We loved each other more than
sisters and brothers normally do.

And I loved my brother too.

More than you loved your husband?

You just can't make a comparison.

And your husband turned you,

a woman who was neither
a man nor a woman,

into a real woman.

But my brother always
helped my husband.

My husband got his last promotion
thanks to my brother.

It was my brother who helped
my husband's company

to land a contract with
a huge fuel agency.

Maeda Fuel Company in Torio-cho...

Never heard of it.

Maybe your husband felt
strained by your brother's help.

We had drawn up a plan.

That we'd have a baby
once he became manager.

What's that sound?

The baked sweet potato vendor's voice.

Anyway, I'll do my best.

You know, it's so

interesting to imagine that

every passerby has his own intentions.

Such thought encourages me.

You have the photos?

You mean, here?

We're not showing it off.

You just can't wait, huh?

All in color...

They're quite something.

Look...

You know...

magazines aren't allowed
to show pubic hair.

Why did he take them

all from behind?

Doesn't a woman

look sweeter with her butt exposed?

Always the same model?

Wow, this one looks like horse tail.

Watch out.

Is he drunk?

Who?

That man over there.

Maybe he's sick.

Maybe he has a weak heart.

Then why doesn't he ask for help?

Bad heart sometimes

gives you swollen tong then
you can't speak anymore.

He's back on his feet.

This world is full of
strange people.

But

if he asked you to keep
these photos for him,

Nemuro-san must have put
his total confidence in you.

Oh yes he did.

He was rather a hard-to-please
type of person, though.

Maybe I'll have to go to your place

for the other items in your custody.

Umm...

they're not in my room.

He had a personal locker

at his usual photo developer's.

A locker?

With a key?

- Yes, since it's a locker.
- How did you open it?

You know...

what do you call it... 'master key'?

A friend of mine works there,

so...

You opened it without permission.

What if someone's about to
commit suicide in a room?

It won't be a crime to kick the
door open without permission.

Are you implying that Nemuro-san
is about to commit suicide?

It was just an analogy.

I wish there were a proof

that these photos are
really Nimuro-san's.

How dare you

disregard a person's kindness!

Come to think of it.

Not everyone's in a place to
investigate a missing person.

Do you think that I'm hiding him?

You're not that smart.

If you don't trust me,
I want them back.

I neither trust

nor doubt you.

Listen.

I respect my manager.

It takes a lot of courage to

leave everything behind
and flee like that.

Then why don't you too escape?

And what about you?

Because you can't escape,
you spend your days

outwitting your colleagues
and flattering your superiors,

and bend your mind doing nonsense.

It may be the same for those who've fled.

It's about time

we change the scenery
and have a drink.

Any suggestions?

How about

the studio where that model works?

Can you drink there?

They have a bar so you can
wait for the model of your pick.

You're a regular too?

No way.

Do you know how much I earn?

It's like playing a game
of missing persons.

We're almost there.

Hey, long time no see.

Come on.

A quick blowjob

for 2000 yen. How's that?

You bastards!

'NUDE'

Here, have a seat.

I'll go make a reservation

for that model on the photo.

Double whiskey.

Ah, we're lucky.
She's coming right away.

What'll you have?

- Same as yours.
- Another whiskey.

It feels...

kind of weird, being
here at this time of day.

Sorry for the wait!
You can come now.

Let's have a drink first. My treat.

It's your time that's ticking.

Don't worry.

Beer or something stronger?

Okay!

Bartender, you note the time.

Let me pass on sake...

Whiskey on the rocks!

I see.

He didn't recommend you for nothing.

Recommended?

By Nemuro-kun.

Your regular.

Nemuro?

Umm, remember?

Our company's manager.

Whatever.

So...

cheers, then.

Do you...

let anybody photograph you
with that kind of pose?

I don't know what kind of pose, but

I'm nothing like a novice model.

A pose that even a husband
would appreciate as a rare sight.

Don't say weird things like that.

I may not look it, but
I'm getting married soon.

We'll have a big wedding party.

With all our friends, at a luxury hotel.

Free drinks all night long.

Then those photos will
soon be hard-to-find items.

I don't know what photos
you're talking about,

but why tease me like this?

Shall I?

How can you tell if it's me?

For instance, this hairdo. It's you.

Are you kidding?

Your friend...

asked for long hair so I
put on a wig, that's all.

You sure remember that, don't you?

You often get requests like that?

No one knows better than myself

what looks best on me.

I'm not some stupid girl who

has to be instructed by her customers.

I guess we won't be invited
to your wedding party.

You'd better hurry

if you want to photograph me.

I just remembered an
errand I have to run.

How much do I owe you?

It's by the hour.

3650 yen.

I can tell that you're not married.

You'll look less silly if you

sew your jacket buttons with

threads of the same color.

You can have her

for the rest of the time left.

Hey!

Just as I was about to
sing you a nasty song.

I'll give a free peek instead.

I'm a generous girl.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you like that kind of girl?

She had nice legs.

I'm sorry.

I'm fed up with my own character.

I want to please people so much

I always carry things too far.

I won't defend myself.

I'm such a failure,

telling nothing but lies.

But I'm not mythomaniac.

I want you to know that.

Maybe...

you wouldn't believe me, but...

I want you to listen to this.

The real model in those photos

might be the manager's wife.

You knew that?

Of course you did.

You can't dismiss the
possibility, because...

I made up my mind. I have to talk.

About this horrible secret that's
too horrible to even mention.

But I can no longer keep it to myself.

Maybe that's enough of
your spitting in my ear!

I saw him...

I saw Manager Nimuro!

I saw him.

It's true...

Where?

He looked

like he was in great shape.

Not a hint of the wretchedness
of a missing person.

His walk was very confident.

You saw him walking?

Yes.

My whole body shivered, and I

felt like suffocating.

In great shape? He'd rather
be having ants in his pants.

I can tell the difference.

Then why didn't he notice you?

That's simply...

because I...

went on following him.

How could you identify him
from a mere look from the back?

Isn't it a bit premature to conclude?

So you think you've
found a fault with me?

Well you're wrong.

I'm fed up with your teasing.

Now get off the car.

The color of his suit!

I was familiar with it.

What color?

Sometimes, in crowded trains,

I become really frightened.

There are people all around me that

I don't know at all and...

I asked you about
the color of his suit.

Yes,

but...

well...

that was...

a raincoat rather than a suit.

Which looked familiar.
So it wasn't new.

Of course not.

Driver, pull it over.

Go cool your head somewhere.

You'll regret this.

That raincoat.

I've already retrieved it
as a piece of evidence.

Go home, have a sleep, and

think about how to lie to me better.

Come back another time.

You'll regret this!

I really followed him!

He's too persistent
to a point of nausea.

Who's that?

Oh...

I caught you sleeping?

Oh, it's you.

What do you want this time of night?

I felt

compelled to call you up.

Give me a break.

It's still pitch-black outside.

Not really.

The sky is changing color.

A very sad color...

I can hear the milkman coming

and dogs barking, too.

The first train has already left.

Okay, okay.

Bye then.

Don't!

Can't you take more seriously

the last words of a man?

I am...

about to commit suicide.

Suicide?

I'm fed up with everything.

Had enough about the manager, too.

Oh, you hear it?

Running footsteps of the paperboy.

Guess I'll make it into
the evening papers.

Sorry, but can you call me
back in a couple of hours?

How insensitive...!

You're such an insensitive person!

I certainly lied to you,

but not everything was a lie.

This will learn you.

This will teach you that such
insensitiveness is a sin.

Where are you calling from?

Am I making you worry for a bit?

Don't be proud.

So be it.

Okay...

I'm hanging up.

Wait!

I won't take much of your time.

I'll die very soon.

You've probably never heard
a person die, have you?

A once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Light a cigarette if you want.

I'll wait.

I already am smoking.

Then I'll begin...

There. Did you hear?

I have now just climbed...

on my suitcase.

Now I am putting a
rope around my neck

Or rather,

putting my neck
through a loop of rope.

Written a note?

I've decided not to.

They're not exactly easy to write.

Any last words for Manager Nemuro?

I've got no interest in him...

He's disappeared out of selfishness.

Why is everybody worried
about a man like him?

I just can't understand.

Okay.

I put my neck through the loop.

To hell with missing persons.

I will be way further away than
any of those missing persons...

Missing persons leave
nothing behind, but...

a suicide leaves a stinking corpse.

You're a swine!

How can you say something like that
to a man who's about to die?

Oh no, someone's coming.

I'm going to die, then.

I'm going to kick the suitcase.

Here. Like this.

(One milk... right?)

Good day, then.

(A cake, too.)

Yorozu Taxi?

Yes, this is Tsubaki.

Three people?

For the early shift.

Yes.

Thank you for your business.

Let's see.

- No. 32!
- Yes.

No. 35.

Hmm, and the last one...

- No. 39!
- Yes.

Yorozu Taxi for these three.
Yorozu Taxi. Got it?

Good day.

(Got matches?)

(They're over there.)

(Here.)

(... Koshu Kaido street at 8pm...)

(... toward Shinjuku...)

(... traffic is terrible...)

Excuse me, may I ask something

about a man called Nemuro?

(Sorry for the wait.)

Does this man look familiar to you?

You know him?

Neither do I.

(Whose coffee is this?)

You are persistent.

I saw the ad in the paper.

Enough is enough.

Why do I get excluded?

Personal life stories
are prohibited here!

I really want to join the team.

How much do you want?

How much?

I see.

I'll have whatever you offer me.

(Bastard!)

(We don't know.)

I wondered whom it might be.

Whom did you think it was?

What brings you here
at this time of night?

I've just been to Tsubaki.

Can I wash up?

Don't touch the cuts.
I'll fetch you hot water.

That's just blood from my nose.

The cuts aren't serious.

What happened?

Sometimes it's difficult...

to speak to someone.

Another thing.

Tashiro-kun.

He killed himself.

Killed himself?

They're all doing what they want
and running away.

Why is that?

Why what?

Why did you choose to
be a private detective?

I guess

because it's the furthest
thing from a normal job.

And before that?

An average salaryman.

Do you really have to leave?

Of course I do.

No!

You shouldn't move.

What are you doing?

I'm looking at windows.

Other people's windows.

You see these lights
going down, one by one?

But it's comforting to think that

they are signs of lives.

Is it late at night?

It's five minutes past.

Past what time?

Our contract expired
just five minutes ago.

Contract?

It's all right.

Never mind.

Toast for breakfast?

I overslept.

Watch out!

'Tsubaki'

Coffee.

One coffee, please.

It's me.

What is it?

Is everything all right with you?

Rather not good.

You have to come back right now.

You're still weak.

Come back... but where?

You know very well where.

I do...?

Where are you calling from?

I see a slope over there.

And a white building.

I beg you please...

help me!

I'm on the way. So don't move.

Stay right where you are.

What was your name?

I never got to ask...

I'll come up with one
for you sooner or later.

A good name I'll never forget.

Okay?