Original subtitles

Potpourri's Pocket

Screenplay: Chiaki Konaka

Director: Harume Kousaka

Hey there, Mr. Tobacconist!

Hello again, Potpourri.

It doesn't really feel like winter today.

I do wonder what happened. It's so warm all of a sudden.

On

a

little

break

She's out?

And I was really hoping to tell her about how I understood Pinch.

Um...

Is Fun Fun Pharmacy closed today?

Well, it does look like Miss Fukiko is out for the moment.

Oh no. What now?

Oh, don't cry!

It's a bit far, but there's another pharmacy on the other side of the station.

But Fun Fun Pharmacy is the only place that sells the medicine my father needs...

Oh? A special medicine Miss Fukiko makes, huh?

On

a

little

break

Is your dad sick?

Yeah.

Oh, right!

I can ask Pinch to look for her!

Oh yeah, I'm all out of seeds.

What do I do now?

I have to bring the medicine back soon.

Miss Fukiko!

Miss Fukiko!

I guess she really is gone.

But it's fine. We can wait here and she'll probably be back soon.

And hey, look over there!

The mountains way out there are still white, even though it's so warm today.

It's like it's not even winter anymore.

So what's your name?

I'm Potpourri. But my real name's Nishino Kaori.

But I want to be called Potpourri!

Why?

Why can't I use your actual name?

Because I like the name Potpourri.

Why do you like it? Why Potpourri?

How about I tell you the reason I like that name?

Okay.

Well, all right.

It's spring and we're standing on a field.

Spring? What do you mean?

And this isn't a field.

Use your imagination.

Everything in this planter is as green as can be.

And there's a really gentle wind blowing!

And I'm about the age you are now.

You're my age?

That's right.

We're right in the middle of a field.

Close your eyes.

Like this?

Can you feel the gentle rays of the sun?

And the clouds are all so soft.

Cherry blossoms!

Cherry blossoms?

That's right. Cute, light pink petals.

Isn't it pretty?

Yeah.

Open your eyes now.

Try touching the petals.

Come on!

See?

Okay. Now you're my dad!

But I'm...

Imagine it!

You're my dad!

You're always nice, and you know everything, and you like bad jokes.

You're my dad.

I'm Potpourri's dad.

I love the fields in spring, Dad!

Look at this, Dad!

Mom made me some new clothes!

Aren't they just lovely?

Uh, yeah, very pretty.

Is that all you have to say, Dad?

What?

Isn't there something new?

Uh, err....

You still haven't noticed?

Oh, the pockets!

You've got tons of pockets!

Yeah! That's right!

But why?

Dad,

you're talking really childishly today.

Oh, right.

Why do you have all those pockets?

Well, I wanted pockets!

Since, y'know, I can carry all kinds of lovely things in them!

Lovely things, like what... exactly?

Well...

Look!

Oh! Spring and fall!

And there's more!

Wow! Winter and summer too?

But that's weird. Why are you always carrying things like that?

Because this way, I can always be with them.

Spring, summer, fall, and winter! And other stuff I love too!

They're always with me in my pockets!

Uh...

See? This is Mom, and this is you, Dad!

I wish I could really shrink you with magic and put you in my pocket.

Why?

You're always away because of work.

What? Uh, err...

Sorry.

Dad always wants to be with you too, but, well...

It's fine!

What?

I understand.

Your work means you have to travel. That's what Mom always says too.

Hey, Mom!

Now we're at a house where I lived when I was little.

I always really liked that persimmon tree.

One time, I left one of its fruits in my pocket.

The inside of the pocket was a huge mess after that.

It rotted in there?

We lived at this house pretty long.

Welcome home!

Dad!

Oh, yeah! I'm home!

Here, a souvenir.

Wow, it's so big!

What's in it?

Um, er... Oh yeah! It's...

A big plushie!

I love it! Thanks!

You always bring me plushies, don't you?

Well, I loved them when I was a kid, too!

What is it?

What's this nice scent?

What kind of scent?

A really nice scent.

Lotus, speedwell, perilla, sweet olive...

And this is...

Oh! Japanese Primrose!

That's amazing! You almost know as much about plants as Miss Fukiko!

But where is this good scent coming from?

I knew you'd notice, Dad!

Oh yeah! The seasons in your pockets make this nice scent!

That's right! Incredible! You're definitely my all-knowing dad!

See?

It's a great scent, isn't it?

Do you know what this kind of mixture of flowers and plants is called?

No.

But you do know.

It's my name!

Potpourri?

That's right!

Dad said it's like a potpourri.

Then Mom started to call me Potpourri.

And that's why I like being called Potpourri!

Sounds like you have a lovely family.

Yeah!

Oh dear, Potpourri! Welcome!

Miss Fukiko!

Sorry to keep you waiting. This should fix him right up.

Thank you!

What is this medicine for?

It's not a medicine for humans.

Huh? Hey, what's your name?

Fuyutarou.

Give my regards to your father.

'kay!

Potpourri! Thank you! And goodbye!

You're...

Father!

A spirit of winter.

It's nice that he's able to go with his dad.

I totally forgot to ask his name earlier.

Oh my.

Weird, right? But I think I get why.

I think I just wanted Fuyutarou to be my dad, even just for a little while.

I suppose so. It's understandable that you feel that way sometimes.

Goodbye!

Fuyutarou! And Mr. Winter Spirit!

Goodbye!

hitoribocchi hitotsu wasurerateta ki no mi

A lone fruit, from a forgotten tree.

furikaette futatsu kinou fuita kaze yo

Turn around and there's two, with the wind from yesterday.

mikazuki ni mittsu omoide o uta

Three with the crescent moon, singing of reminiscence.

Fourth is joy, of that small life.

yorokobi o yottsu chiisakatta inochi

One day, it will be told. One day, gently.

itsuka tsutaete itsuka yasashiku