Original subtitles

I'll be the one

I guess you were lost when I met you

Still there were tears in your eyes

So out of trust and I knew

No more than mysteries and lies

There you were, wild and free

Reachin' out like you needed me

A helping hand to make it right

I am holding you all through the night

I'll be the one. I'll be the one

Who will make all your sorrows undone

I'll be the light. I'll be the light

When you feel like there's nowhere to run

I'll be the one

I'll be the one

I'll be the light

Where you can run

To make it alright

PORK CUTLETS

Could you give this to Kei-chan...

and tell her that I hope she likes it?

Hey, Ichiro!

Huh?

Don't "huh" me.

After asking for a bigger lunch box with twice the portion,

don't forget to take your all-important lunch with you.

After all, your backpack is just meant to carry your lunch, right?

So didn't you notice you were leaving with an empty bag?!

MATSUTOMI BUTCHERS

Ah, welcome!

One fresh croquette and two pork cutlets come out to 30 yen.

That's one more pork cutlet than I ordered, ma'am.

Though the price is the same...

The extra cutlet is on the house.

You're our most valuable customer, Kei-chan.

So it's our special service for you.

Thank you, ma'am.

You guys really do have the best pork cutlets.

It's fine, I-chan.

You don't have to try so hard anymore.

I guess you really can't see ghosts anymore.

You've become just a regular person.

Don't talk like I've become a useless person.

That's not what I mean.

Its just... there's something I wanted to ask my dad.

What?

But it doesn't matter.

It looks like the marriage offer might not go through.

With Kei-chan being like that...

If it's about Kei, I can just hit her.

With my fist.

You shouldn't do that I-chan.

Maybe with just your palm...

Fine, with my palm then.

More importantly, you can't talk about this with anyone.

You mean the thing where Kei-chan was dissing your mom?

Yeah.

If Mom were to find out, she'd be really hurt.

She'd really be very hurt.

NAKAYAMADA ELEMENTARY

Kei-chan!

Here.

My mom asked me to give this to you.

It's a lunch box.

She said that she hopes you like it.

I don't want it.

I don't need her pity.

You can tell your mom that.

Kei-ch...

Huh?

Kei didn't want it?

So do you want to eat it, I-chan?

Sure!

What a huge pork cutlet!

Apparently, it's Kei-chan's favorite food.

I'm amazed how you never get tired of that, Kei-chan.

Just a pork cutlet wrapped in a slice of bread...

It's really good.

No thanks.

Kei-chan, a full lunch is sure to be better.

Kei-chan is stuck on her pork cutlets, I guess...

Oh!

All of it has been eaten up!

Y-Yeah.

He ate it all up, saying, "Oh, look how big this pork cutlet is!"

Is that so? Kei-chan was happy.

Huh? Y-Yeah, she was...

That's what they suggested.

But I had to use a pencil, so it was really hard.

It was tough.

Oh? Again?

And again?

Really?

Is it really all right?

You're kidding, right?

Wow, this is too much.

I-chan!

If we don't hurry up, we'll be late for meet practice.

I'll be there as soon as I'm done.

Souta.

Just what is it about my dad...

What?

Kei-chan?

What was that?

Kei-chan!

What did you just say?

I can't hear you!

- I can't hear you! - Just what is it about my dad that you don't like?

Just what is it about my dad that you don't like?

Kei-chan!

What was that?!

I can still eat more.

Souta, Souta!

Hurry up or you'll be late.

Okay!

I'm off, Dad.

Kei, Kei!

How is it?

Does it look right?

It doesn't really matter, you know...

Are you really planning on coming all dressed up to the meet?

I'm not all dressed up.

This is normal. Completely normal.

Honey! Honey! Hey, come on!

We'll be late for the meet.

Shut up, will ya?

Let a man crap in peace.

Go ahead with Gran'pa.

Gran'pa left before dawn to grab a good spot.

He's all excited cause we have to hold a space for Souta-kun's mom too.

And the rumored marriage interview guy is also coming, so he's really fired up.

Huh?

Wasn't that proposal over and done with?

This sucks.

I really don't want to be at the meet with a guy that Souta doesn't like.

What are you talking about?

Hurry up!

Hurrah, hurrah for the red team!

Go, go, red team!

He doesn't seem that bad..

That easygoing Souta opposed it with tears in his eyes.

Isn't that...

Ichiro-chan?

Hurrah, hurrah for the white team!

Hurrah, hurrah for the white team!

Doesn't it look like... Ichiro's put on some weight?

Did you just notice?

- Did you just notice? - Go, go, white team!

- Don't you see him every day? - Go, go, white team!

- Can he run with a stomach like that? - Go, go, white team!

Go, go, white team!

On your mark!

Go!

Go Ichiro!

He did it!

What exactly didn't Souta-kun like...?

He seems like a really nice guy.

Well, he doesn't compare to me.

Me either.

Oh!

Kei, look.

Miyoko-san made you your favorite pork cutlets.

I've been studying Matsutomi's flavors since Kei-chan likes them so much,

but I'm not quite able to...

Oh? Kei-chan likes Matsutomi's pork cutlets?

It's almost like an addiction.

I guess the only thing at Matsutomi that's edible is their pork cutlets.

Yeah, their other fried stuffs not meant for human consumption.

Say, Kei, don't you have anything else you like besides pork cutlets?

Huh?

I just thought it'd be nice if you did...

Would you like some too, Ichiro-chan?

Oh, you don't have to offer him any.

It might be best not to give him any more nutrition than he already gets.

Yeah, this past month he's been eating lunch for two.

So naturally he's been putting on weight.

I mean, just look at that stomach.

Short, bald and fat.

Rock bottom.

Is that right? Lunch for two?

Nope, three.

That is, if you add in Kei's lunches too.

I-chan!

I-chan, you're gonna be running in the relay, right?

Will, you be able to run?

Of course I will.

Kei!

What are you doing to someone's precious son?!

Don't worry about it.

That stomach's just begging to be pinched.

"Someone's precious son"?

It is 1 o'clock.

Would the third graders please gather at the entrance.

Kei-chan!

Say, Kei-chan...

What did you say back then?

I couldn't really hear you...

when we were over by the shoe cubbies.

I asked you just what it was about my dad that you didn't like.

Huh?

It's not me.

Wasn't it you that hated my mom?

Because you were dissing my mom back then-

What are you, an idiot?

It's you that I don't like.

Huh? Me?

Because you went and told everyone about the marriage interview...

I was teased by everyone, and so I...

She's 99,999 years too early to want to even try to-be my mom.

I didn't mean that.

I've never thought of her like that.

Kei-chan...

Getting a new dad, or a new mom,

is something that's really important.

And yet you gossiped about it, even though you're a boy..

You're the only one who's opposed to it.

Because of you, I lost the opportunity to have a mom.

Would the third graders please gather at the entrance gate immediately.

Kei-chan...

I didn't mean to gossip about it.

I was just so happy about it that I told everyone.

Really!

Please listen, Kei-chan.

Hey, Kei-chan!

I'm sure it'll work out even if you hate me.

I'm still a child, so there's plenty of hope for me to change.

Idiot.

Looks like you'll never change.

Next we have the borrow-an-item race for the third graders. Note: The borrow-an-item race is a race where the runners pick a chit with an item written on it. They then find this item, borrow it and return to the goal as quickly as possible.

Parents and teachers,

please cheer on and cooperate with our third graders, who will be trying their very best.

Sure we'll cheer them on, but everyone can't be a winner.

Apparently there's a chit that says you have to give the principal a piggyback ride to the goal.

Now that would be hard.

Oh, it's Kei-chan!

All right.

On your mark!

Next, Ichiro-kun and Souta-kun will run together!

On your mark!

Go! Come on!

Pick up the easiest one!

Huh?

I-chan?

I-chan...?

What are you doing?

What is that idiot Ichiro doing?!

He hasn't even picked up an envelope yet.

Don't tell me he's picking a fight with Souta...

Without thinking about the time and place?

I-chan!

D... Dad... ?

Dad!

Dad, I...

I've been wanting to ask you something.

If Mom remarries,

and if I were to call someone else Dad...

would you...

Souta.

Don't hold back for my sake.

Do you really think I wouldn't want all of you to be happy?

Your birth father isn't that small a man.

Dad!

Don't worry.

Go, Souta.

Go on.

Huh?

Huh?

HUH?!

Uncle!

Souta-kun... ?

Mi... Miyoko-san!

Souta-kun has... a-accepted...

FATHER

- Hang in there. - Principal! Principal!

- Be strong. - Principal! Principal!

- That's the spirit. - Principal! Principal!

- Keep going. - Principal! Principal!

Let's do this, fat baldy Ichiro.

Yep.

On your mark!

WHITE TEAM

Aunty...

Thank you for the lunch boxes.

With more practice, I'll be sure to make a pork cutlet that you'll like.

No.

I don't want to eat pork cutlets anymore.

But Kei-chan, if it's not for Matsutomi's pork cutlets...

That's just because on my way to school, that's the only store that's open.

So honestly, I don't even want to see another pork cutlet again.

A-Aunty... ?

I'll never make another pork cutlet.

Aunty...

I could also do without any more pork cutlets...

Don't pretend you're sorry

I know you're not

You know you got the power

To make me weak inside

Girl you leave me breathless

But it's okay

'Cause you are my survival

Now hear me say

I can't imagine

Life without your love

Even forever don't seem like long enough

'Cause everytime I breathe I take you in

And my heart beats again

Baby I can't help it

You keep me drowning in your love

Everytime I try to rise above

I'm swept away by love

Baby I can't help it

You keep me drowning in your love

The next ghost to appear before me was...

Orita, who studied too hard and just kinda snuffed it.

Orita succeeded in conning me completely,

and now I'm stuck looking for the perfect boobs.

But Orita's a real nag about their shape and roundness and stuff...

I'm really sick of this.

Its just boobs, so anyone should do, right?

Give it up already.

Just boobs?!

How dare you!

CRYING ON A PAIR OF BOOBS How dare you!

CRYING ON A PAIR OF BOOBS