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All I have are nightmares...

and on top of that,
I get these attacks of loneliness.

You know what I mean, Doctor?

Anxiety and loneliness are
as real to me as dogs and cats.

Do you know this cold
mental condition of loneliness,

which I can touch with my hand?

Take a vacation. Rest a bit.

Even now, I feel I'm
being pushed to death.

Doctor, you'll probably prescribe me
sedatives and show me the door, right?

Well then, go and get yourself a week's
worth of sedatives from the pharmacy.

God, huh? Not in this world.

Sometimes once a year
I get a gift from the doctor.

This year, I requested
a three-week trip to Europe.

Working hard is good and all,
but occasionally, you need a break.

But really, I thought of
this idea for the doctor...

and to find solace for
my own unattainable love.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

It's okay, young lady.

B... But...

Can I order tea and cake?

My compartment is 8-3A.

Yes, right away.

Are you done with dinner?

8-3A.

As my heart lay in pieces
from being shot

In the waves of people
who pass me by

I even forgot what kindness is

I slip from your hands

The night I disappeared
from that city

I held only my dreams

Never looking back

It twines around me so painfully

Stop this loneliness

As if you are going to erase
the sorrow of these skies

If fate should have us part

I will journey through it

And take you with might

The one of my memories

I raise my bet of ten dollars to thirty,
and I'll add fifty dollars more.

Confident, aren't we?

This girl is calling you out.

Once this has been settled,
I'll be chewing on your bones.

Alright, then. I raise you
eighty dollars and I call.

Like ice cream that
falls into the fire.

Full house, Kings.

Huh?

What happened?

Doctor!!

Excuse me, coming through.

Emergency operation!!
Everyone, please leave the room.

Definitely a gunshot wound,
but we didn't hear a gunshot.

We didn't hear it, right?

Yep.

Besides, he's bleeding
like it just happened,

but this wound is
from a while back.

Thank you, I'm okay...
It always happens.

You've shown me
something very rare.

Sorry I bothered you.

You seem to have consulted a psychiatrist.

This diagnosis chart was on your bed.

Examining the patient before
operation is a doctor's duty,

but it seems that
there is no need for an operation.

Then, two days later, we had
a layover from the express train.

We stayed a night in a hotel
in an old port town.

In other words, I enjoyed
a special tour for women by a lady.

Moreover, moreover,
a fresh journey of love...

and he was cruising around
the same course as us.

It's upside down.

Three red seeds, two blue seeds.
How many white seeds?

Six white seeds, five red seeds.
How many blue seeds?

Sleep now, my sweet darling.

San Merida, San Merida.

An owl is hooting at your
beloved San Merida Forest.

Pinoko, turn on the light.

Yes!

Towel!! At this rate,
he could bite off his tongue.

Here!

Blood again!!
Coming from his back... blood.

Close the door and
bring me my bag.

Yes!

Jump!

Loupe.

Yes! Loupe, loupe...

Camera!

The Polaroid, hurry!

Yes, Pola...

San Merida, San Merida...

An owl is hooting at your
beloved San Merida Forest.

This is an English army brand.
Are you a soldier?

I'm Leslie Harris. I'm a cadet
of the Royal Army Academy.

So cool.

Nineteen... no, about twenty years ago,
you had a major surgery.

Huh? No...

On your back alone you have
seven spots of skin grafts.

On your face... five.
On your abdomen I see three scars.

All signs of surgery.
There are probably more,

but I can't tell since
I didn't check your entire body.

I don't know. I never heard any
story like that from my parents.

That doctor's name...

I want to know the name of the doctor
that performed surgery on you.

But, really...

That's right. You were about one or two.
I probably should ask your parents.

My father died ten years ago,
my mother four years ago.

Is that so? That's a pity.

It's really strange.

Where are these signs of surgery
on these photos?

Tell me the details.

The human skin has
something called crease lines.

Pinoko, pass him the loupe.

Sure.

Here you go.

It's between
the lip and the jaw.

If you make an incision along
the crease lines, it's a perfect cut.

You can't distinguish it
with the naked eye.

Even after it heals.

But it's impossible to do
without high skill.

Not only the face, but the back
and abdomen are done perfectly.

Even the patient
doesn't know it's true.

I never knew such
a surgeon existed.

I want to meet him.

You're that famous Doctor Black Jack.
I didn't know that.

Pinoko, did you?

Yes, earlier at the buffet.
I told him about you.

It would have been strange, becoming
friends and not knowing about each other.

Please, Doctor...
cure my sickness.

Every day, every day I suffer
until I want to kill myself.

I don't care how much it costs.

I have more than enough from
the estate my parents left me.

A million dollars.

Deal.

That's what I want to say,
but I don't need money.

But there's a condition.

A condition?

You have to cooperate with me to find
that doctor who operated on you long ago.

Your total cooperation.

Another layover.

The doctor negotiated with the hospital there.

Using his connections, he rented
an operating room and a patient room.

To discover the cause for
the bleeding from under your skin,

I will cut open the area
of the gunshot wound.

Okay.

That will take
about forty minutes.

I will confirm that you don't have
any allergies or addictions to drugs.

It will be as I told you before.

I will begin.

I will begin.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6...

Why? Why?

Why are you always
looking at me?

I will stitch up the artery.
Be ready in twenty seconds.

Yes.

Surgical needle. 5.0.

Okay.

Three red seeds, two blue seeds.
How many white seeds?

Six white seeds, five red seeds.
How many blue seeds?

Sleep now, my sweet darling.
San Merida, San Merida.

At your beloved
San Merida forest...

The song from earlier.

I learned it from him.
San Merida...

In his dreams, there is a woman
that is always singing it.

It's a beautiful song.
San Merida...

An owl is shooting at your
beloved San Merida Forest.

Okay, you ready?
You have to answer truthfully.

What kind of woman do you like?

One, Marilyn Monroe.
Two, Rie Miyazawa.

Three, Sigourney Weaver.
Four, Takako Tokiwa.

What kind of
questioning is this?

To understand the patient's
character and likes.

From a nurse's point of view,
it is her rightful duty.

Sigourney Weaver.

We're discharging him, Pinoko.

Go to the nurses' center
and fill out the paperwork.

Discharging?!?!

Then I will have you accompany us
to the Republic of El Garnia.

D-Doctor, he just had his stitches
removed this morning.

I'll leave behind anyone
who has a problem.

I'm going to the nurses' center
and will be right back.

The Republic of El Garnia?

Have you been there?

I've never been there
nor heard of such a country.

I've looked into it a bit.
I finally found it.

San Merida.

Out of millions of names in the world,
there's only one place called San Merida.

In the county of Colonela in the Republic
of El Garnia, San Merida Village.

If I may, I'd like a diet cola.

Right away.

Then we headed for
the Republic of El Garnia.

El Garnia has a population
of three million...

and has been engaged in civil war
for over twenty-five years.

Finally, a unified government was formed
a few years ago. It's a small country.

Japanese?

Yes.

You may be here to sightsee,
but all we have here is skiing and hunting.

I've heard that you have some
great hot springs in the mountains.

Oh yeah, yeah, so you
know about it, huh?

It's been four years since
the civil war ended. Isn't it horrible?

There are stories that many dead people
are underneath the destroyed buildings.

Bread is still rationed.

The restoration of the economy
is still a dream within a dream.

San Merida Village.
Of course I know it.

It's the place of a great battle.

There is a headquarters there
for the anti-government faction.

They have resisted to the very end.

It'll take about four hours. We can't get
there until we cross three passes.

Is there a hospital there?

I'm not sure.

Can you see that, the church?
San Merida Village is in that area.

What's wrong?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Stop the car.

Okay.

Leslie!

What's wrong with you, Leslie?

If you climb the long stone stairs,
there's a house with a red roof.

The left side window is broken.
It was hit by a tank.

It's true! A red roof,
broken left window.

An elm tree.
If you go along this curve,

there is a fountain and
an elm tree close to it.

Ah, yes. I used to play under
this tree all the time.

Sleep now, my sweet darling.

At your beloved San Merida Forest,
the owl...

Now what?

Here!!

There is a flower garden
in the backyard.

I planted roses
all over the garden.

It was so beautiful.

How come you know so much?
Isn't this your first time in this village?

This house was once mine.

Why?

I don't know. I don't know, but
that's what I think. That's what I feel.

I'm not sure what's going on!

The people that appeared
in your dreams really existed.

Yes, who are they?
I don't even know their names.

I met them in my dreams
long ago.

No, not just in my dreams.

In dark corners of rooms,
in mirrors, on windy days...

and on empty days
when I was so alone,

I noticed that these people
had been watching me.

It seems that you didn't bleed.

I stitched up the opening
in your artery.

It seems to have worked.

However, if you continue to
have spasms, it might reopen.

Here...

I was shot here with those two people,
in front of these church doors.

I still completely remember...
the face of the man on the helicopter.

But it's strange... I was a baby then
and I remember everything to the letter.

What am I? How did I become this way?
What are these tears? What are they?

No, Leslie.
Pinoko doesn't like crying.

What is troubling you? Can I be
of service?

Hey, you don't look well.

No, I'm fine, Father.

A person.
We're searching for a person...

It's about something that happened
about twenty years ago.

Yes?

We're looking for a doctor who
operated on him twenty years ago.

A doctor... twenty years ago?

Yes. A surgeon with
high skill, no doubt.

A doctor? There isn't even
a hospital here in this village.

Even twenty years ago?

I'm very sorry. I arrived at this
church a little over two years ago.

Oh, yes. If it's about past events,
you should ask Ernesto.

Ernesto?

Ernesto is the groundskeeper
of the village cemetary.

He's a little weird,
but he was born in this village.

Are you Ernesto?

We're looking for someone.

Twenty years ago he performed
surgery on a dying baby.

A genius of surgery.

This young man was that baby.

Ernesto, these people came
all the way from England.

If you know anything,
please tell them.

He's a very troubled person.

This old man hasn't spoken
to a soul for many years.

I have been talking!

Every morning and night, I talk to those
resting here in the cemetery.

Well, there you have it.

Now all people living here
are from other places.

All true citizens of San Merida
have been murdered.

By those bastards that
control the country now!

I'm the only one who survived,
so only I can talk to those resting here.

Lord, please save Ernesto.

Get outta here, dammit!!

Ernesto, you may not
be the only person...

who speaks to those
who died in the civil war.

There's a young man that has spoken
to those people for years in his dreams.

Three red seeds, two blue seeds.

How many white seeds?

Six white seeds, five red seeds.
How many blue seeds?

Sleep now, my sweet darling.
San Merida, San Merida.

An owl is hooting at your
beloved San Merida Forest.

How do you know that old lullaby
passed down only in this village?

Excuse me, sir.
What do you want me to do?

The engine is still running.

I'm waiting, but there aren't
any good hotels in this village.

You can stay at my house.

Huh?

There weren't any doctors
in San Merida twenty years ago.

That's impossible.

There were none.

None with credentials, that is.

But as you've said, there was
a major surgery performed here.

So that baby has grown up.

Then you know the doctor
that operated on me.

I said there weren't any doctors.

That man was no doctor.

Of course, this man wanted
to be a doctor, but he couldn't.

He studied abroad at a foreign
medical school far from home...

and he wasn't able
to get certified.

He was about to graduate, but then at that
moment, a civil war broke out back home.

He couldn't abandon his family...

so he came home.

Back to El Garnia's
San Merida Village.

San Merida, the headquarters for
the anti-government faction,

was surrounded by
the government army.

They constantly fought hard.

Arms were blown off,
organs were laid about.

Seeing people losing their lives one
after another, he started his life mission.

He gathered medical products
and tools in a safe place.

Then he began treating the injured.

He didn't have interning experience, but
he intensely read medical textbooks...

and used all the knowledge
he learned in school.

Perhaps due to the unskilled
treatments, many people died.

And many were cured.

Better than doing nothing.

He believed that and
continued his work.

Even without confidence or
certification, he had to do it.

He was you.

When I first met you, I noticed
you were a man of medicine.

I saw your hands
were stained with iodine.

Iodine is used for disinfection...
often used in emergencies.

You probably had no time
to put on gloves.

So you used iodine on patients.

Special Forces Unit, please.

It took two years,
but I finally found him.

The guerilla group used this place
as an underground facility.

Of course it's possible
to use it as evidence.

I took many fingerprints
and his was amongst them.

It took about a month
to get a match.

Twenty years ago.

It was the day the most villagers
were injured or killed.

That day, we were attacked by
the government's Special Forces.

In front of the church, Sandra
and her daughter Anita were shot.

Immediately, they were
brought to my place.

Anita's heart was pierced by
a bullet and she died instantly,

but the mother, Sandra,
whose entire body...

was shot by a machine gun,
was still breathing.

Doctor, where's Anita?
Where is my daughter?

I couldn't save her.

Oh...

But, Doctor... I will be by
Anita's side soon too, won't I?

No, you're okay.
I will save you.

A lie. This isn't the time
for lies, Doctor.

Actually, it was as Sandra said.

She was bleeding heavily,
and I couldn't help her.

All I could do was
watch her die.

It was at that moment that a baby
not even one year old was brought to me.

He had terrible burns
over his face and back...

to an extent that I couldn't
tell whose child he was.

His rib, hand and leg bones
were broken.

His body was covered with bruises.

I thought it was a matter
of time for this child, too.

So I put him along with Sandra,
by her side, so they could go together.

I suffered hell every day.
My heart was probably tired.

Lethargy took control
over me and I lost myself.

But Sandra was the one
who saved me.

Ernesto!

Come here! Come here!

With the last of her energy,
Sandra was breast-feeding the crying baby.

Her breath gave out
in that position.

This child must live no matter what.
Her show of strength told me so.

Even though no one said anything,

I was sure everyone felt that
they were experiencing a miracle.

And then? What happened next?

The miracle continued.

I decided to save the baby,
to operate on him.

Upon examining, I was surprised.

The deceased Sandra's blood type
was the same as the baby's.

Sandra's blood type was
supposed to be A RH positive.

It had changed to O RH positive.

But that kind of thing
shouldn't happen.

Probably an error when
it was being documented,

but at that moment, there
wasn't time to think about it.

And then the second
miracle happened.

My body shook.

Sandra's wish to save
the baby surely moved God's heart.

Of course, it was
my first major operation.

While I tranfused Sandra's blood
to the baby, I rejoined the bones,

patched up the ruptured liver
and stitched up the torn veins.

Whatever was lacking,
I took from Sandra.

Yes, your face and back skin
are a present from Sandra.

Especially on your back, where
I placed her bullet wounds...

as proof that a woman
named Sandra existed.

Your strange dreams are probably
a memory of Sandra, your donor.

I want you to cherish it...

because it means that
Sandra is alive with you.

It's great, isn't it, Sandra? It's great.
It means the miracle continues.

It probably was a miracle...

but it was because of
a genius like you.

Relying only on this
inferior operating room...

and the light from this lamp...

you achieved difficult tasks.

Perfectly rejoining broken bones...

and stitching veins and muscles.

There are signs of
a liver transplant,

but it shows a complete recovery
and is working properly.

And above all, the skin on the face
and back, grafted along the crease lines,

prove that you are one of
the best surgeons in the world.

I would like to see your skill with
my own eyes. That is why I came here.

I am Black Jack and, like you,
I am a doctor of no certification.

Grafts along the crease lines?

I was not even thinking about
these things during the operation.

All of this is due to
the miraculous power of God.

That cannot be!

No, I kept hearing
a voice saying,

"You can do it, Ernesto. You are to
save this baby's life. Give it all you've got."

No doubt that was God's voice.

After a while, you were adopted
by an English reporter...

who came here to do
a story on the village.

Morgan Harris.

Yeah, that was his name.

Okay, let's go back up.
I gotta warm up the soup.

Ernesto...

We have proof that you
were an important member...

of the guerrilla group:
The Owl of San Merida.

For 27 years, all the way
to the end of the civil war,

you never took a step out
of this underground clinic.

And the doctor who continued to
treat the guerrillas, the Owl of San Merida.

We didn't know for a long while
who was the hero of the guerrilla group.

This is an arrest warrant.

You are to stand trial in court.

Please come with us.

Major, bring in Ernesto only.

Yes, sir!

Commander! Weren't you
only going to try him?

It's the order of the president.

If we brought him to court,
the country's citizens would see this.

The Owl of San Merida would once again
become a hero, even more than ever.

The guerrilla resistance
might be reborn.

But our country was restarted
as a democratic nation!!

Major, I leave you in charge
of the dead body.

He still has a pulse.
Let's do it, Pinoko.

Yes!

Get blood for a transfusion.
Get as much as you can!

Make an emergency call
to the military medics.

I will take full responsibility.

The doctor worked very hard,
more seriously and skillfully than usual.

But... Ernesto's body...

after many bullets were removed,
he still couldn't remove them all.

There were too many.

Thank you very much.

But... if you experience spasms again,
you can call the doctor.

I'll be okay. I'm no longer
afraid of the spasms.

They are proof that
I'm not alone.

I guess so.

See you.

See you.

Here lies the genius doctor
called the Owl of San Merida.

It's truly too bad for Ernesto.

It can't be helped. The bullet hit
the junction at the right atrium.

I'm not a man who
believes in miracles.

But truthfully,
just that one time,

it would have been nice
to borrow some type of power.

Many times I've asked the moon,
in search of an answer

And I melt into the darkness

Time flows in my heart,
gone astray

Today I looked up at the sky
and it was as quiet as ever

It surrounded itself
around me again

But it won't stop

My burning heart
wavers violently

Even though I may get hurt

I cannot utter lies, though...

My tears have sunken
deep in my heart

I gaze into a certain tomorrow

To tell you how I feel

The entangled dreams
have become too heavy

They trickle away at
the cracks of my fingers

Forever will remain as
something everlasting

But I will soon
start to walk again

In order to
not forget those days