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Place your empty cartons in the assigned slots, and sit down.

Our school has been singled out among middle schools nationwide

as a model to others in the National Milk Promotion Campaign.

You're approaching the development of secondary sexual characteristics.

The calcium in milk not only strengthens your bones

but also nurtures your brains.

These are porn movies I confiscated from Kamiyama last month.

He digitally removed the mosaic on them at Watanabe's house

and planned on giving them to all the boys in the class.

I'm sure you know that your bodies and hearts are about to...

You really kissed?

It's called "puberty".

I don't know how effective milk will be on thirteen year old bodies and minds.

But I'm sure we'll see some changes in you come the March health checkups.

Though I'll be gone by then.

I've had enough, so this will be my last month as a teacher.

You gotta be kidding!

Awesome!

25th March 7th Grade, Class B End of term

I don't really know whether I've been a good teacher.

Stop messing around!

The teacher's trying to say something!

Thank you, Hoshino.

Do any of you know a teacher called Masayoshi Sakuramiya?

Yeah!

He's the super-teacher that wrote this book, right?

He's totally awesome.

He's a truly passionate teacher who has published books and appeared on television.

An ex-delinquent, he traveled the globe and then returned to be a teacher, right?

That's right. Last year he was told he only had a few months left to live.

Yet he wasn't discouraged, and continued to put his all into his classes until the very last.

He taught at the first school I ever worked at.

Seriously!?

"The weak will always hurt those weaker than them.

Are the only choices available to bear it or die?

No, the world you live in is not so limited.

If you're stuck in a difficult situation, it's okay to retreat to somewhere safer."

Retreat, huh?

She said it. Let's go.

Already taking Mr. Sakuramiya's words to heart.

Truly, the man is a genius.

Well, I suppose it hardly matters.

Compared to Mr. Sakuramiya, I might never have been much of a teacher.

But there were two rules I chose to work by.

One: Address the students politely.

Two: Do my best to place myself on the same level as them.

Treat them as I'd like to be treated.

Be frank with them as if we were friends, talking to them about anything they wanted.

For those wanting a teacher like you see on TV,

I must have come across as cold.

I'm sorry, Nagaguchi.

Your midnight texts saying, "I wish I was slim. I want to die"

didn't get a kindly response from me.

Because frankly I never completely trusted what any of you told me.

But you're our teacher...

There was an incident

when a young male teacher got a text

from a girl saying she'd lost her will to live.

He panicked and agreed to meet her at a love hotel where she was.

She took his photo and showed it to her parents,

and they stormed into the school.

It's so ridiculous.

It was just a stupid prank by a girl who was angry for being scolded in class.

The teacher was naive not to have suspected her.

You're our teacher. Don't you trust us?

No, because you're all so good at lying.

See you on the rooftop.

Miss, I'm not feeling well. Can I go to the infirmary?

Sure.

Since that incident, our school policy has been,

should a student summon a teacher, a same-gender teacher responds.

If one of the boys in this class asked to meet me,

I'd send Mr. Tokura from Class A.

As our teacher, you're avoiding responsibility this way.

"Avoiding responsibility."

I see. I suppose you can look at it that way.

Spending your every moment thinking about marrying a Johnny's Jr.,

you can become quite self-absorbed and completely wrapped up in your own little worlds.

It's easy to forget what it means simply to live.

I'm going to make sure none of you ever use words like "I want to die" so lightly again.

I'm going to give you one final, very important lesson.

Life

As you know, I'm a single mother.

I was supposed to marry Manami's father.

He was a teacher too, and a man I respect.

Just before our wedding, I got pregnant,

and he discovered he was infected with HIV.

HIV... the Human Immunodeficiency Virus,

the cause of AIDS,

which he apparently got as a relief worker overseas.

It's okay, you can breathe.

It doesn't pass through the air.

Hand-shakes, coughs, sneezes,

public baths, and pools are also not routes of infection.

Daily life presents no danger from an infected person.

So I'm not even infected to begin with.

HIV isn't necessarily transmitted by sex, either.

Though I myself couldn't believe I wasn't infected and demanded a reevaluation.

In the end, I gave birth to my child but didn't marry.

That was the decision I took.

Why didn't you marry him?

Even though the child wasn't infected,

word of the father's infection would bring unavoidable discrimination.

Who cares what people think!

The specter of his illness would hang over her even after he had passed.

That was his judgement, and I agreed.

The poor kid.

We made that decision because we put the child first.

More than anyone,

he must've longed to hold her.

His pain

was much greater than mine.

I gave Manami every bit of love I had.

When she turned one, I went back to work.

She was in day-care until 6 PM.

The HR center introduced a Mrs. Takenaka

who looked after Manami after that.

She kept a dog called "Mook".

Manami loved that dog,

so she put her in charge of feeding it.

Mrs. Takenaka was hospitalized at the beginning of the year.

So I had to finish up to be at day-care by 6 PM every day.

On teacher conference days, I picked Manami up earlier

and had her wait in the infirmary until the meeting finished.

Manami loved the Cotton Bunny character.

She had the bag, the handkerchief,

the tissues, the shoes...

Mr. Shimomura, you remember this purse?

Please, I want it, I want it!

But I just bought a jacket!

Why don't you just buy her it? It's only a purse.

Looking back, maybe you were right.

Because in the end...

Manami?

...it was the last thing Manami ever asked me for.

Miss!

February 13th.

The police determined that she had slipped into the pool and drowned.

Breadcrumbs were found near the dog,

from the same bread as at Manami's day-care.

Apparently she went to the pool secretly, each week,

to give Mook his dinner.

She's crying.

Why are you crying?

Manami's no longer with us.

Those little hands

will never again touch my skin.

My hands will never again

stroke that soft face and hair.

As her guardian,

Manami's death must be my responsibility.

However,

I can't leave it at that.

Manami is dead.

But it wasn't accidental.

She was killed

by students in this class.

You won't believe what Moriguchi just said.

What's your greatest protection?

Is it your parents?

Is it a weapon?

Your most trustworthy ally and protector

is the juvenile legal code.

Under Article 41 of the penal code,

minors are not criminally responsible. You can't be arrested.

Wonderful, huh?

A 13 year old girl like yourselves,

calling it "a holy rite", laced her family dinner with poison.

Then she blogged in detail about the symptoms.

The "Lunacy" thing?

Yes, the "Lunacy Incident".

A name she'd used in the blog,

which the mass media picked up and used to fan the flames.

In the end, the reason she killed her entire family with cyanide

remains a total mystery.

But because of that, all sorts of rumors began to spring up

and earned her a heroine status among her peers.

Tell us who the hell did it.

The science teacher who'd taught her about the chemicals

was the only one persecuted.

The girl herself, composing contrite statements in a juvenile facility,

will return to society, right-as-rain.

You guys can murder

and get away with it.

That's exactly why I did it!

And there is no way for us

to prevent crimes like these.

If the mood takes you, grab a bat from the baseball team,

a knife from home economics, a jump-rope from the sports locker...

Even these bare hands...

will do the job.

That hurts.

Sorry.

Quickly...

You're all dying to know the name of the culprit, right?

I do apologize,

but I don't feel like making it public.

That's the important bit!

Manami's father was Dr. Sakuramiya.

The reason we held a private ceremony

was so he could grieve for her openly.

It was the first time he had held her,

yet her soul had already gone.

He told me that he'd developed AIDS.

He had only a few months left to live.

I didn't know what to say.

I think...

the day that Manami died,

some important thing inside me died along with her.

Last week I went to Mrs. Takenaka's house

to pick up some of Manami's things.

Among them was this.

The purse she'd begged for but I didn't buy.

Why was it there?

Mrs. Takenaka found it in Mook's kennel.

They roll over here sometimes.

You know how students play catch when they're cleaning the pool?

I remembered that one of the penalties for breaking school rules

was poolside cleaning duty or tidying the sports locker.

Not me.

I know who did it!

On that day...

did Manami go to the pool alone?

There were two killers.

Henceforth, I'll refer to them as Students A and B.

Student A has excellent grades and outwardly presents no problem.

Although occasionally,

I heard disturbing rumors about him.

Since elementary school, he's been trapping cats and dogs

and then torturing them to death in his "execution machine".

"Execution machine"?

A weird contraption he made.

He then posts photos on his website.

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New machine Under Development Watch This Space!

I called his elementary teacher, just in case.

They just said he wasn't a problem.

Just when I was beginning to put it out of my mind...

What was your major?

Student A came to my lab.

Chemistry.

Anything electrical?

Your father would be more knowledgeable than me.

Open it. There's something nice inside.

Isn't it great?

Am I your guinea-pig?

You made this to kill more animals?

Is that all you can say?

Pop.

What?

You didn't hear it.

The sound of something important disappearing forever.

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Application Form

"Shocking Anti-Theft Purse"

"Keeping your change away from thieves"

No "execution machine" then?

Whatever. Just put your seal on it.

From the disarm function he'd added, his stress on its safety,

through to his pure and eager 7th grader report style...

It all filled me with dread.

"A contribution to society"?

If you think it's that dangerous,

leave it for the judges to decide.

I did ask the Principal, but my concerns were laughed away.

In the end, his "Shocking Anti-Theft Purse"

earned the award of excellence in the Middle School finals.

Shuuya Shuuya Shuuya

Conclusion: Shuuya Watanabe

I asked him about the truth behind Manami's death.

Just kidding...

He discussed it quite happily.

As if unaware the mother of the murdered child was before him.

Student A's motivation for the killing

was laughably simple.

For the world to acknowledge his genius.

He wanted acclaim as a superior person.

However, the day his science project made the papers,

it wasn't him who won the acclaim...

Middle School Girl Murders 4 Family Members

...but another 13 year old.

You win praise for doing good, but nobody really notices.

That Lunacy thing was no big ideal.

Why is Potassium Cyanide special?

If it were me, I'd create every single thing

with my own hands.

"I want to kill him."

That was exactly how I felt.

Student B began school and started sports.

But it was all strength-building, and he never got to hold a racket.

Die, die, die, die.

Though unhappy, he didn't have the courage to talk to his course adviser.

He had his mom get him off sports and started at cram school.

His grades didn't improve, and he started to worry

but didn't work any harder.

He made it to a police station and was held there,

but was shocked when Mr. Tokura came to pick him up.

Why isn't it Miss Moriguchi?

Just shut up, idiot.

Die, die, die...

For breaking the rule against entering video arcades,

he was given a penalty.

Two weeks of cleaning the poolside and changing rooms.

That little wimp had the balls to kill?

I heard this a from Student B in his own home.

His mother sat beside him.

Each time he spoke, she'd say...

You poor thing...

She said it over and over.

Not about my dead daughter, but about him.

Around February, Student A made his approach to B,

to lure him into his dreadful plan.

I wonder who it can be?

What?

Is that the thing that won the prize?

It's got more power now, so I want to test it out.

Could be anyone, but the idea was to zap bad guys.

Then let's test it on bad guys.

Student B first suggested Mr. Tokura.

Student A didn't respond.

Then Student B put my name forward.

It was just unforgivable.

Her own student in a tight spot, yet she sent a different teacher.

She's already been a guinea-pig.

Student A shot down that idea.

How about her daughter?

It'd teach her to put her kid before the needs of her students.

Student B described Manami's trips to the pool to feed the dog.

And about the purse she so wanted,

but I didn't buy her at the mall.

The one they selected for their target

was the youngest and the weakest.

It was my daughter.

Your mom didn't buy you this, right?

Or did she already?

I thought so, because she told us to get it for you.

She did?

A Valentine Day present from your lovely mom.

Open it up.

There's chocolate inside.

What happened?

She's not moving...

She's dead.

He was in a total panic... kicking up such a fuss.

You can tell everyone it was me who did it.

After I said that, I went home.

Then that idiot...

If they realized the purse killed her,

suspicion would fall on me.

So I figured I'd make it look like she fell.

A spur of the moment decision.

This is how Manami died.

As I already told the 2 boys,

If the police ruled it an accident, I won't rehash that verdict,

but there is one thing.

What killed her wasn't the purse.

I had it thoroughly checked out.

It's incapable of stopping even a 4-year-old's heart.

It's a pathetic piece of work.

Want to try it?

Manami had simply fallen unconscious.

She drowned after B threw her into the pool.

That was the indisputable cause of Manami's death.

It's so ironic.

Student A had homicidal intent but wasn't able to kill.

Student B did not but brought about her death.

Even if arraigned by the authorities,

juvenile law would mandate simple custodial supervision.

Innocent, for all intents and purposes.

I judged that to be insufficient.

Teachers have a responsibility to guide students back to the right path.

I intend to make the two of them understand that life is precious.

I want them to realize the gravity of their crime and to live with that burden.

The milk that you all just drank...

The two of them had something extra mixed in.

The HIV-infected blood of Dr. Sakuramiya.

Be quiet!

You were both kind enough to drink it.

Thank you.

I hope you look forward to the three month wait on blood tests.

If it worked, you'll have a 5-10 year incubation wait.

Plenty of time, I should think,

to reflect on things and appreciate the preciousness of life.

Springtime...

The time when flowers, trees, grass, birds, and even people

all blossom into life.

All of you,

please have a meaningful spring break.

Yuuko Moriguchi's Confession

That's all from me.

Miss Yuuko...

Can you believe it?

That after you left and the new term started,

our class could be this full of smiling faces?

6th April 8th Grade, Class B Start of term

April... Suddenly it's 8th grade, and there's a new homeroom teacher.

Werther has been my nickname since school.

Doesn't mean I spend my days in sorrow!

His jokes aren't funny.

He's been too pally from day one.

Hayakawa?

And Naoki?

Absent again with a cold.

We all knew he wasn't ill at all.

What surprised us more

was that Shuuya was at school at all.

I wasn't a good student back in my schooldays.

But one particular book by one particular man changed my life.

That wasn't just unfunny.

It was a cruel joke.

"As I wandered the globe, I began to read the Bible.

In it, I glimpsed the true nature of education.

Though a man might have 100 sheep,

should just one go astray,

in order to save that one, the man,

even though he risks the 99 others..."

Sir, you're the best!

I just want to be totally open with you all.

I think... they're just a bunch of wimps.

Whatever problem you have, come to me.

Everyone was desperate to escape the truth you thrust at us.

I'll handle whatever you throw at me!

They're all pretending to be idiots.

I want to be an elder brother to you all!

Mizuki Kitahara's Confession

Dr. M. Sakuramiya

Miyu?

Natsuki?

Tsuke?

Misa?

I'm sorry.

I've been lying.

Naoki's not absent because of illness.

But he's not skipping school.

He wants to come, but a mental issue prevents him.

The only person in class who doesn't know the reason is Werther himself.

Whoever leaks the teacher's confession will be known as "Student C".

We all got that anonymous text

right after the end of the previous term.

How about we try to make a nice atmosphere for Naoki's return?

Okay, say we take turns making notes.

Then once a week, student chair Mizuki and I deliver them?

What do you think, Mizuki?

Thank you.

Mizuki, don't you have a nickname?

Me-the-hoe...

I was called that in Elementary School.

Me-the-hoe!

Me-the-hoe.

Like the name, "Mizuho".

Mizuho, huh? I'll call you that from now on.

Me-the-hoe...

Louder, louder!

Me-the-hoe, Me-the-hoe...

Where's Naoki?

If only his previous teacher had been as enthusiastic as you,

maybe Naoki would've escaped this mental issue he has.

That lady... She was a single mother, right?

Bringing her own child to work in the first place...

To avoid talking about the incident, she kept criticizing Miss Yuuko.

She was so caught up in her own child she had no time for her students.

If I might say...

Poor Naoki...

If he puts his mind to it, he can do anything.

Trust me with your son, please.

Thank you very much.

Darling...

Mind your own business!

Yuuko Shimomura's Confession

It's all that woman's fault.

That my lovely Naoki turned into this...

I'm taking a piss.

He wouldn't let me touch anything he had touched

and insisted on washing every inch of it himself.

Yet for all that,

he doesn't wash his hair,

nor take a bath.

That bitch...

Why Manami?

Why did she have to die?

What are you suggesting?

As if it were Naoki's fault the daughter died.

He was just tricked into helping by a bad friend.

You poor thing.

Darling...

Get away!

You don't regret a thing, do you?

Die, Shuuya Watanabe

Murderer

12 points 10 points 9 points 8 points

Die, murderer!

Maekawa adds 2 points

Rack up "Punish-Him Points"

This text went to everybody.

The murderer's come-uppance measured in points

Of course it was anonymous.

Who'll write some kind words to Naoki?

K is for...

"Keep smiling"!

I is for...

"It's better to share"!

L is for...

"Life can be hard"!

L is for...

"Let's be happy"!

How's he coming along?

Could I just have a word?

Sir...

Call me Werther.

Even if we keep this up, Naoki's never coming back.

I think this makes it worse.

Mizuho, we're at a crucial point now.

Overcome, and we'll see the light.

E is "Everyone's waiting"

R is "Return to us soon"!

Why is it?

My good boy, Naoki...

Every time they show up,

he gets so upset.

That stupid teacher,

spouting his fancy words,

yet doing no good at all.

I put a sleeping pill in his lunch.

My husband's always away at work.

My daughter's busy at college in Tokyo.

As the only one here,

I'm all that child has.

I have to protect him.

Mother...

Darling.

Who is this kid?

Why's he smiling?

It's June...

We've had bullying in our class.

The victim is Shuuya Watanabe.

I found this message folded in yesterday's homework.

I don't want a brave student's warning to be in vain.

It's not bullying but jealousy.

Someone's harassing him out of envy at his top grades.

But just because he's good, that doesn't make you inferior!

Nobody thinks that for a second.

Being smart is part of Shuuya's individuality.

Just like you all have your own individuality.

The individuality to persecute the weak.

The individuality to forget bad things.

I want you all to nurture those identities

as I keep watch over you.

You snitched, right?

No way.

It wasn't me.

The reason I was suspect was

my Punish-Him Point score.

Mizuki - 0 points

Allying yourself with a murderer.

Don't you have any shame?

Don't you feel sorry for Miss Yuuko?

Let me go.

Kiss... kiss...

Miss...

our class is messed up.

Naoki's crying.

He's probably remembering the incident.

He's feeling sorry for that girl who died.

I understand that.

He hasn't changed at all.

Still as gentle as ever.

My dear Naoki.

K... I...

L... L... E... R...

"Killer - Die"

Can we meet at the Koshu bridge?

I'll be there.

So there it is.

I wasn't worried.

I knew you'd be okay.

Want a soda?

You say you knew?

I figured Miss Yuuko lied all along.

Mixing infected blood into the milk...

I couldn't believe everyone bought it.

Why?

Think about it.

If you're serious about revenge, about killing someone,

you don't say stuff like that.

I wonder...

She'd never do it.

No matter how much she hated you.

There's no way she could.

It was just a way to make you two think stuff over.

I could tell.

Aren't you scared?

Of me?

Even though I'm Student A?

Why did you show me your result?

My life's nothing.

But yours is precious.

Sending texts, inciting everyone.

It's obviously you, Hoshino.

Any more shit from you...

and you'll get tongue next time.

Just kidding.

I'll buy everything...

everything he touched.

Best not eat it. You might get AIDS.

At the end of last term,

Miss Moriguchi infected my milk...

He then told me

the most terrifying thing.

That Moriguchi,

she's the devil incarnate.

Darling, let's go to hospital.

It doesn't matter.

Don't be silly. If you die, what about me?

I'm a murderer, you know.

Nonsense.

You just moved the body to help a friend.

It wasn't a body. She was just unconscious.

I dropped her in the pool.

But... they said...

Hang on... you didn't know she was alive.

Not true, Mom...

She woke up, right in front of me.

And then...

I just...

July...

No-one harasses Shuuya anymore.

No-one harasses Shuuya any more.

Don't look. It's just a letter.

To whom?

I won't send it.

It's just good to write down my feelings.

Amazing...

It's great, Shuuya...

That's all I needed.

I just wanted someone to praise me.

I'd been without a mother

for so long,

I'd been so alone...

Everything I'd never been able to talk about,

I opened up to Shuuya.

The Lunacy girl...

She's such a kindred spirit.

I revealed the real me

that nobody knew.

Is there anyone you want to kill?

Please go away.

Naoki, if you're there, listen to me!

Withdrawing into yourself solves nothing!

Unload all your problems on me.

I'll solve them all. Believe me, Naoki!

Be at school for the end of term tomorrow.

We're waiting for you!

Thank you for always coming with me.

This Naoki...

is no longer my Naoki.

My gentle Naoki...

is gone.

Dear Yoshihiko and Mariko,

farewell...

and my apologies.

I'll take Naoki and go on ahead.

We're heading to heaven.

Darling...

The next day, the end of term meeting ended early

for an afternoon teacher's meeting.

It seemed that Naoki

had killed his mother.

Just tell the police exactly what happened.

Yes.

Miss... Miss Yuuko,

I'd like to ask you something.

Is life really that precious?

Really? Everybody's life?

I'm collecting various drugs.

I thought...

maybe I'd use them to kill myself.

But it'd be easy to put in Werther's tea, too.

His life is not important.

You felt the same about Naoki and Shuuya.

No, I can't believe that's true.

But it's scary,

to think there's a part of me

that doesn't care if Werther dies.

I told them everything.

Naoki was driven into a corner.

The reason he did what he did...

All of it...

was Werther's fault.

Nobody told me that it was wrong to murder.

Rather than picture books and dream-filled fairy tales,

my mom read Ohm's Law and Norton's Theorem,

always explaining electrical engineering.

She'd dismantle all my cute toys

and explain the workings to me.

My mother was a promising researcher in her field.

But she married the dullest of guys

and the kid they made

was me.

In order to become my mother,

she abandoned her bright future in research.

You're an intelligent boy.

You've got mom's blood in your veins.

But she soon grew to regret it

and resent the cause,

me...

Why don't you understand?

How come you can't do it?

If only I hadn't had you.

If only she hadn't had me...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's enough.

Unable to bear it, my father divorced her.

Mother resolved to restart her career as a researcher.

Of course, leaving me behind.

All she left for me...

These wonderful books all had a huge influence on me.

They'll play a big role in your future.

I was a load of books and a parting line.

You've got my blood in your veins.

You've definitely inherited your mother's genius.

See you.

That's when I heard it.

The sound of something important disappearing forever.

Shuuya Watanabe's Confession

Pop.

Everyone disappears.

You want some?

I'll disappear too.

As will the world around me.

All of it.

31st August.

I just rigged a bomb at the school.

Its trigger is my cellphone.

An essay of mine entitled "Life" was selected by the school district.

At tomorrow's opening ceremony,

I'm due to read it in front of the entire school.

"Appreciate how precious life is!

I'll never forget Miss Moriguchi's words.

After losing her only daughter in an unfortunate accident,

her words

and the truth within them..."

I'll trigger the bomb just as I finish.

Blasting myself and the idiots around me into smithereens.

Of course the mass media will love it.

However,

I can't abide the trite analysis that'll follow.

So I'm posting my last testament

by myself on this website.

My father remarried the following year.

Per the laws of natural science,

idiots mate with idiots,

and idiot offspring result.

I talked it over with your dad.

My idea is to make the stock room into a study for you.

We don't want the baby's cries to disturb you when you study.

Every day, I kept reading my mother's books,

feeling our blood bond grow stronger.

I wanted to employ the genius she'd bestowed on me.

Dreams of useless normal people bowing down before me

began to grow monstrously.

What's this?

A reverse alarm clock.

These idiots I'd attracted with pledges to de-censor porn

could never appreciate the nature of my genius.

Genius Professor's Research Site

Firstly, I created a website,

Genius Professor's Research Site

Genius Professor's Research Site

a gathering-place for prodigies which I linked to my mother's college.

"Engineering genius grade schooler posts amazing inventions - check it out!"

I thought maybe my mom would take a look.

But...

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Then I got mad,

and posted all sorts of crap...

Execution Machine

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What you did was OK.

National Middle High School Science Fair

Yoshikazu Seguchi.

National Middle High School Science Fair

I was delighted to see that name on the jury panel.

He was a respected scientist and a great influence on my mother.

To think he might see my creations

would be a perfect test of my inherited genius.

If selected for a prize,

the news might make its way to her.

I tested the prototype on my teacher.

It passed with flying colors.

I won the national award of excellence.

Middle School Girl Murders 4 Family Members

However...

A local middle school girl is helping police with their inquiries...

A thing like that couldn't get the world's attention.

Nobody noticed,

especially not my mother.

I needed something bigger the entire media would cover.

A massive incident.

A murder.

Something that required my inherited talents.

A special murder

only genius could carry out.

It didn't matter who I killed.

But I did need an accomplice.

Someone who wouldn't guess my real thinking,

who would do as I say

and then blurt out my crime to the entire world.

A true idiot among idiots.

There he was.

You can tell everyone it was me who did it.

Don't worry. You're not an accomplice.

You were never my equal.

You're a dumb-ass wimp.

It's obvious you're a failure.

I just told him the truth...

4-Year-Old Drowns After Fall into Pool

So why did he have to do that?

Why did he butt in?

I wanted to be your friend.

I just wanted...

with you...

I didn't have anyone.

Want to come watch movies?

I always wanted to talk to you.

To think someone noticed me...

You're different from those jerks.

You seem relaxed... grown-up.

Someone acknowledged me.

So I chose a target, as you asked.

How about her daughter?

Why Manami?

Why did she have to die?

I wonder why?

I've forgotten it now.

I just did as I was told.

I even surveyed the scene first.

But then you...

You can tell everyone it was me who did it.

That jerk...

He so wanted to be a murderer.

But he couldn't do it.

The kid was still alive.

She was breathing properly.

It's obvious you're a failure.

A failure, huh?

He wanted to kill but couldn't.

He's the damn failure.

Look who's talking.

I managed to achieve

what he couldn't.

Why did you butt in?

If you want to tell the world, feel free.

Pop.

After a month, that idiot teacher finally twigged.

I don't intend to rehash the police verdict.

Damn it.

What killed her wasn't the purse.

It's incapable of stopping even a 4-year-old's heart.

It sucks.

Two of them had something extra mixed in.

The HIV-infected blood of Dr. Sakuramiya.

That was perfect, Moriguchi!

A deadly disease...

Perfect... if I contract that,

Dad would surely have to tell Mom.

He'd have to let me see her.

Actually, she'd move mountains to come find me.

We're reconciled, she looks after me...

A perfect testament to my genius.

Pop.

After that,

I was just killing time.

The smiling...

The tears...

All of it... that too.

Everything... life itself.

Just meaningless...

a waste of time.

I saw you by chance that day...

Why did he do that?

The retard.

The one I considered a failure.

It was Moriguchi's fault.

She was trying to kill me.

She even sent a spy to my home.

Yet my mum kept bad-mouthing her to him.

That's why she was killed.

I desperately tried to stop her getting infected.

To prevent her dying.

I was going to be killed too.

I mean...

Am I even alive?

Naoki Shimomura's confession

It certainly doesn't feel like it.

I stink.

But it's proof I'm alive.

This hair, my nails, the dandruff, the stench...

Being hungry... all proof I'm alive.

I'm dying... I'm dying!

I'm dying.

At the age of just 13.

Moriguchi's killing me.

I've never kissed,

or made out,

or done anything.

Why?

You're such a failure.

No, I'm not!

I'm...

Naoki, you're a good boy.

Aren't I, Mom?

Good at sport, at studying...

At killing...

You can succeed if you try.

I'm so sorry, darling...

Why?

'Cause you're a failure.

Shut up!

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

I didn't raise you right.

Failure.

According to his lawyer,

the child apparently received the court's verdict calmly.

Miss, about "life"...

To think how much he loved his mom...

Silly jerk.

Look who's talking.

Nothing.

What do you mean by that?

You're being scary.

What the hell do you know?

I know everything about you.

You were just a way to kill time.

But I was through.

I'm sick of that "Lunacy" crap

and your longing to be like her.

Collecting crap like this...

You identify with Lunacy?

You're just a wannabe, dreaming little dreams.

You're an idiot.

Shuuya...

You have the guts to kill anyone, right?

Then drink this shit yourself and die.

Mother complex.

That's all you are.

Hung up on a mother who abandoned you.

Yet without the balls to go see her.

Scared in case she rejects you, right?

You know full well she abandoned you.

Miss...

I saw you by chance that day...

I did.

You didn't add anything, did you?

I mean put blood in the milk.

You'd never do that.

So I always thought.

Now I don't know anymore.

Now I don't care if Werther dies.

It seems Mr. Terada's taking time off school.

Since Shimomura turned out like that.

But it was Werther's fault...

It was my fault.

I'd meet up with him occasionally.

He was so enthusiastic...

so pure-hearted...

Such a Sakuramiya devotee.

So I confessed the fact Sakuramiya was Manami's father.

I reeled him in and used him...

to corner those boys.

Of course I didn't tell him how Manami died.

He listened to my advice so carefully.

About home visits to Shimomura...

"No matter how unpopular, keep at it, at least once a week...

If the door's shut in your face, keep calling.

Sakuramiya would do no less."

That's what I kept telling him.

When he asked me about Watanabe's bullying,

I told him to claim a student had reported it,

to help bring it home to them.

Knowing full well it'd promote further bullying.

I said it on purpose.

I was disappointed to hear it'd stopped.

I counted on the cruelty of the class

to result in his death or suicide.

You guys were kinder than I thought.

Miss...

This is for you.

Thank you.

As to blood in their milk...

"Don't repay hatred with hatred.

That'll never bring peace of mind.

Someday they'll be reformed.

Believe in them.

That'll bring your salvation, too."

That's what Sakuramiya said.

To the very end,

he kept saying the right thing.

Whereas I...

went ahead and told them anyway.

But even if I'd actually done it,

the chance of infection's practically zero.

Even if you get AIDS,

it's not a death sentence now.

Drugs can ward off the disease.

With Sakuramiya,

if we'd found the cancer earlier, he wouldn't have died.

But you all had no idea...

You quaked at the mention of HIV.

So pathetic and clueless...

Miss...

I lost my family.

And Shuuya...

I'll never forgive.

So?

Do you think I should die?

You don't understand.

Shuuya's just lonely.

He just wants to be noticed

by his mother.

Because she left...

'Cause his mom abandoned him,

he just needs recognition and...

Miss...

About life...

It's no big deal.

It's all so stupid.

She was still warm.

It was so creepy.

I put the body in the fridge.

It's just a minor committing murder.

The juvenile penal code will protect me.

I won't get the death sentence.

What a let-down.

When I began building,

I wasn't sure how I'd use it.

Three days ago.

Associate Professor Yasaka

It was from my mother, saying she wanted to meet.

Without a second thought, I headed for her university.

Department of Science & Engineering,

Electrical Engineering Lab 3...

I saw her, just beyond the door.

If I'd just call out, tears would flow,

and she'd hug me.

But...

just then I had a realization.

What I wanted her to embrace

wasn't this body of mine

but something bigger,

my talent and...

the great exploit I'd leave behind.

I walked away from the university.

In order to leave my mark on the world,

I'd found a use for my bomb.

The imminent mass murder

won't have some idiot like Shimomura for a witness

but all of you who gather on this site.

The historical events of tomorrow

and my death

must be vouched for

and my desires recorded,

for the benefit of my mother.

In this world,

there are people who can be forgiven for murder.

For them...

and for me,

to build a better, new world,

there is a right to overstep certain obstacles.

That's what the hero of "Crime and Punishment",

Raskolnikov, says before he kills the old woman.

But what I want to say is

that life...

every life is precious,

every life is beautiful,

and in this world of ours,

every life has equal value!

Just kidding...

Darling, it's Mommy.

Sorry you've been so lonely.

Who is this?

Long time, no see.

It's Moriguchi.

I have your bomb.

A simple thing put together by a simple mind.

It was a cinch to disarm.

You blabbered on the website...

Shut up!

No, I won't.

I want to discuss my revenge.

Simply killing you

wouldn't result in you despising your life.

Rather than murder,

I kept checking your website for a better idea.

Then I saw it, your ode to your mother.

But lying is wrong.

As your former teacher, I must correct your mistruths.

The e-mail with your mother's address.

Did you think that was from her?

Mother...

You sure hurried over there the next day.

I saw her, just beyond the door.

Actually, you left without seeing her.

In order to leave my mark on the world.

How could you lie like that?

You bitch.

You crept into her research lab,

clutching your crappy inventions in the hope she'd take a look.

But she wasn't to be found.

Ain't that right, kiddo?

Hey.

What do you want?

This is Associate Professor Yasaka, right?

Do you know her?

The person I admire most in the world.

Yes, but her name's Seguchi now.

Seguchi?

These guys are on their honeymoon right now.

Amazing at their age... a shotgun marriage.

You chucked everything and ran out of there, bawling.

Impressed that I know?

I was watching.

It was me who sent you the address of her workplace.

Miss Kitahara,

the girl you killed,

told me your one weakness.

Shuuya's just lonely.

He just wants to be noticed

by his mother.

I did some research.

It was easy to get the whereabouts

of the woman you'd commit murder to have notice you.

And to find out who she's with.

Shut up!

I wanted to check the extent of your feelings with my own eyes.

After acting so cool, you were suddenly such a mess.

Just then I had a realization...

That you'd been abandoned...

Worse, you'd been totally forgotten.

I walked away from the university.

Total despair. Time to die without any further ado

and take as many people with you as possible.

That's the real reason for planting the bomb.

Are you stupid?

You don't have a clue how I feel.

You're the one without a clue.

Why did innocent people have to die?

All you care about is your mother.

Why did Manami and Kitahara have to die?

It doesn't matter who I kill.

Then just kill your beloved mother.

Shut up!

Give that to me.

The police will be there soon.

They should've discovered Kitahara's body about now.

That poor kid...

She was the only one

who knew what an arrogant weakling you are.

It's just a minor committing murder.

The penal code will protect me.

I won't get the death sentence.

Even if the law protects you,

I will never forgive you.

This morning, after dismantling your bomb,

I went to see someone.

Taking with me

your precious present.

This person that you'd been longing to see,

I was able to meet easily.

Apparently, she'd only just returned from her honeymoon.

We talked about everything.

I told her how much you loved her.

How many had been sacrificed.

It turns out

she'd not forgotten you at all.

Stop it.

At the very least, I gave her your present.

I dropped off your invention.

Then I quickly said my goodbyes.

Your mother's a lovely woman.

So I prayed you wouldn't push the button.

But in the end...

you went ahead.

Just kidding.

I heard the sound of an important thing disappearing too.

Not so much, "pop"...

as "Boom!"

Shut up!

Watanabe,

the bomb was built and was activated

by you.

This is my revenge.

A living hell.

From now on,

your reformation begins, one step at a time.

Just kidding.

Based on a novel by Kanae Minato

Takako Matsu

Yoshino Kimura

Masaki Okada

Written & Directed by Tetsuya Nakashima