Original subtitles

You are Mako?

In the time of chaos after the 1923 earthquake

Ito Noe was assassinated

With the anarchist Osugi Sakae, her husband.

When her mother was killed, she was seven years old.

She tells me what she remembers.

One remembers many things from when they were seven.

That morning what did your mother say to you?

Was your mother beautiful?

Did you love your mother?

Did you love your mother?

It had been a long time

since I wanted to ask this.

When I left Tokyo,

I repeatedly asked this question to myself.

You, as a woman,

were not jealous of Noe?

A day, of shock,

her parents are passing in front of her.

From that moment you were jealous, true?

Yes, jealous...

During her short life of 28 years, Noe married three times.

The third husband was the poet Tsuji Jun.

From him she had two sons,

If it weren't for Osugi Sakae she would have continued that path.

In 1916 a lover of Osugi, Masaoka Itsuko,

stabbed him out of jealousy.

Noe was the cause of that aggression.

Her mother joined to the Seito (Bluestocking) Movement directed by Hiraga Aicho,

thus becoming the youngest member of the group.

Then it was decided alone to end the Movement.

In her life she had seven sons.

It was an intense life, a lot more than average.

Ito Noe...

is your mother?

Thank you.

No more questions.

What was your name again, Mako?

A-ko.

I am A-ko. Sokutai Eiko, a twenty year old student.

- Then, B-ko. - Good, B-ko. She says her last words to me.

All this does not regard me.

It is from my mother,

my mother does not exist.

What is said is about the mother of my mother

the mother of my mother does not exist.

If we speak about the mother of the mother of my mother,

then...

you are.

March, spring, the survirors of the hanging they dance among the flowers.

The poem of Osugi Sakae.

Ito Noe lived a life of violent beauty.

Their rebellion looked towards fully taking in decadent pleasure

This film is about the conversation of contemporary youths;

with degenerate pleasure they talk about the revolution and erotica involving Sakae Osugi...

...and Ito Noe. Appreciation requires an ambilvalent participation.

Eros + Massacre

Production: GendaiEiga-sha

In collaboration with Bungaku-za

Executive Producer: Yoshida Kiju - Soshizaki Shinji

Screenplay: Yamada Masahiro - Yoshida Kiju

Photography: Hasegawa Motokichi

Music: Ichiyanagi Toshi

Set Design: Ishii Tsuyoshi

Editing: Yasuoka Hiroyuki

Okada Mariko

Hosokawa Toshiyuki

Kusunoki Yuko Takahashi Etsushi

II Riko Harada Daijiro

Directed by: Yoshida Kiju

In the Geneva airport, the arabic guerilla

has destroyed an Israeli airplane.

The guerilla has fought against the police.

The Council of Paris is not going well.

The Apollo 9 wasn't able to land on the moon.

Indeed, we are successful.

I cannot forget that moment.

- What moment? - That moment.

What moment?

A spider is coming down from the ceiling.

It's swinging in the air.

I have burnt it.

Then it said to me: "I die falling into flames."

- Who is in flames? - Me.

You're crazy! You're crazy!

The thief Kandata has saved a spider.

I have burnt it,

hoping to spare the emptiness of time.

An evasion.

What is an "evasion"?

Then, you must all remember to extend your adventure.

The images function as a cover for your dry, empty, heart.

I only have a little time, so I have this slogan.

But the hour...

from now on I harbour on my back this maxim:

Oh Buddha, condemn me to Hell, that I have not saved this spider,

and instead it is Kandata.

- Stop with the chanting. - A chant is always ridiculous.

In effect you are actually saying nothing.

- What are you looking at? - Your legs.

The hairs on your legs.

What? My hair?

Will they continue to grow after you're dead?

What will you do?

I'll go home and sleep.

I want to sleep deeply.

No, I didn't ask for your future.

What do you plan?

Marry a girl.

Because of a promise?

She's in agreement?

Is she a student?

When will you get your diploma?

What will you do after?

Between a year and nine months.

I understand. You are preoccupied with your future.

I don't understand what you're telling me, old good-for-nothing.

- You are preoccupied with your future! - Not at all.

I want to do nothing.

"I have decided to die within 24 hours. Megumi".

Megumi...

Indulgence...

Compassion...

Thanks...

Of what?

Why no answer?

I have not written out of impulse.

On the Watarase river many villages have been abandoned

becaues of lead poisoning thirty years ago

before I was born.

Tanaka denounced this in Parliment

more than ten years ago.

I thought that it had all been resolved.

It has, but, peasants still resist.

The State is even shooting them.

The State expects for this to fall into oblivion,

and it kills them like unwanted children.

Nevertheless, no one makes the case.

No newspaper speaks of it.

Knowing this,

I am dismayed.

I am ashamed of my ignorance

that it did not introduce me to the world.

Therefore,

I write to her

asking some suggestions.

The cherry blossoms bloom.

Also that day the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

She laughed, I looked,

judging that I wanted justice

it is tied to a sentimental girl of humble origins.

Did you say this to your husband Tsuji?

Tsuji would have said: "Instead, think of Tanaka's problem,

think of yourself!"

According to her,

the upper class kids started the Movement as a hobby?

I, one of the "new women", have known the tragedy of Yanaka

I speak nonsense with easy fervor.

You think so?

Can this be the "new woman"?

- But I... - I also don't have the power to do anything.

Looking back.

I have one "supply" 24 hours on 24, paid from the contributors.

I am an anarchist,

a cooking duck

A cooked duck?

Only a squawk.

She doesn't seem to be aware of the man.

During that period, Osugi wasn't anything else.

He was a duck.

The duck did write one answer,

but he has not sent it.

A long letter,

it seems a love letter.

The cherry blossoms,

like the look in your eyes, have fallen.

The cherry blossoms?

That splendor!

In my village, Imajuko, they blossom one week before they do in Tokyo.

March, spring,

the survivors of the hanging dance among the flowers.

Also that day there were flowers.

When they left the cell,

Shusui and my other companions were no more.

They had already been killed.

We danced among the flowers,

among the flowers.

Also at that time there were cherry blossoms.

My cherry blossoms.

I am Hiraga Haruko,

alias Aicho.

Yes.

I wonder how different you are from how I imagine.

Different?

No, not at all...

That's a lie.

However there are leftover shocks from your phrase:

"Originally the woman was the sun.

Today the woman is the moon. Dependent on supplanting the other

reflecting the other people's light.

We must recover our hidden light."

Therefore, my imagination runs deep?

I don't know what to say.

Like an angry militant?

Has you recieved our contribution?

Yes, for this they have ended here.

Pardon, I have forgotten to give them thanks.

I'll pay you back when I get work.

What talk! There's no need to give it back.

Then, thanks!

- The honorable Masaoka Itsuko. - A pleasure, I am Noe.

I know of the name.

An extraordinary and intelligent woman, I've heard.

Today I resign from the writing of "Seito".

I am sorry.

Alone, women do not exceed their limits.

It's necessary to dive into the society of men.

Creating a group alone, we women will remain isolated.

Women work in the male society,

but the discrimination doens't disappear.

For equality we must fight.

Be a journalist in Tokyo.

Stay tough.

I am fine, Aicho-san.

We spoke about her,

a provincial eighteen year old

who wrote a letter

with logical clarity

on her difficult situation.

A strong and determined woman.

Thus our Movement becomes authentic.

Authentic?

Until now it was said Seito was purely a hobby

for the women of the bourgeoisie.

You really think so?

In reality we want to free women like her,

slaves of the domestic system

and of ancient conventiality.

We wanted to free them,

that was our objective.

But the battle isn't only hers,

but also ours.

We women work together.

I must give myself, not just make others.

They are being born in Kyushu, to extremely poor peasant famlies.

What do we do now?

I'll deal with Prof. Tsuji.

But she has to think about making a living.

Yes.

- I have a place for her in the writing of "Seito". - Really?

One time I tried a person much like her.

It appeals to truth.

From tomorrow attend this job.

Here, this is the window, that will be the title of the column.

I can look outside?

There's a cold wind.

I wanted to look outside once, in order to see what's there.

Whichever its a landscape.

Plums and bamboo.

In spring there are peonies.

In autumn you can look at the moon.

In the winter it snows.

- Why use the fire? - Because it calms me.

It burns.

I am burning.

No, it's something else.

I read in a book: It's due to some disturbance of the unconscious.

It can be an old schock, an obsession.

That one pushes you to play in the fire,

like an escape from reality.

Psychoanalysm is absurd.

No one said doctors are always normal.

If they aren't, then psychoanalysm makes no sense.

Do you think you can "ignite" me?

You're going to burn me.

OK, stand by.

Action!

- Go. - Where?

To Megumi. She wants to die.

- What? - Megumi.

I'll leave her to die.

- A reason. But it's not very good. - It seems so to you.

Goodbye.

Excuse me.

Are you Sokutai Eiko?

Yes, I say, who wants me?

Sokutai Eiko, student, twenty years old,

enrolled at Tokyo Design College.

Studying the Art of Computer Science.

- Born in Gifu, residing in... - Tell me what you want.

The 28th of February at 7 pm, at the Fairmont Bar?

We have met, true?

Yes, we have met. I always see you around.

There are 5,300,000 "shes" in Tokyo.

Let's go!

Stand by!

Begin shooting!

Action!

Yes.

Stop!

Excluding children under 9, there are 4,200,000.

All suffer from permanent sexual need.

Who wants to know? Are you a journalist?

Or insurance expert?

Smile. You are beautiful models, you smile better than human beings.

Never!

Action!

I am a police commissioner.

I am accusing you of prostitution.

The non-expression and the total expression.

You're still leaving?

Today we must stop writing.

When I became head editor, people didn't believe us.

But this is already number four.

You're coming to the quarter.

You said you would help me. You did nothing.

Its your magazine. Do what you want.

Sometimes I'll need a hand from you.

I've already given you all that I can.

It seems that it is pulling you from me.

Sure. You eat and smoke at all your meetings.

I simply want to stay away from someone like you.

You still tell me you're growing and studying.

Yes, and as a result you've grown.

Twenty years and you run a magazine.

You are an opinionist on the rights of women.

And at the same time wife of a lazy man.

Mother of Makoto and Ryuji.

What do you want to say?

You always talk about emancipation.

Each time you open your mouth

you talk about women's liberation.

But, I'm rethinking this lately, in general.

What we have created up to now

are just words.

The emancipation of women...

...the ego...

are they just words?

That you support the emancipation but do not like dealing with the children

or like doing housework.

I say this without irony.

I admire your vitality.

And your merit.

Inovation, modernization...

We know that the trains run

and that they've built a skyscraper in Asakusa.

They have even opened the Parliment.

I play the shakuhachi,

but it doesn't console me.

You have taught to me the words of Stirner:

"Don't look for liberty with abandon,

know your true self,

and your ego becomes omnipotence."

Thus I have stopped working.

Reading, sleeping, and nothing else.

I live as I want, and concentrate on myself.

But to me it seems out of sight.

You watch from too far a distance.

Why don't you look at that which is here?

You never did turn yourself towards the peasants of Yanaka

that they are dying for the cold in the water.

It's true.

Sometimes to see from a distance is bad.

It's the emancipation that the modernization

makes reality sooner or later.

Perhaps between 50, 70 years, I do not know.

When the emancipation will be reached,

proportionally the void of the self becomes more grand.

Nevertheless...

where does that intense light come to

that empties me.

When the emancipation will be reached,

proportionally the void of the self

becomes more grand.

I have that impression.

When I told you to leave out those missing farmers,

you weren't happy.

Remember, they were abbandoned for thirty years,

on the icy waters of the artificial lake

and only thanks to their dignity

they succeed to survive.

There is something that exceeds my emptiness.

This is what I meant.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

I proceed this way and finally arrive.

Makoto is crying.

Go see why.

You are rising,

slowly from the first to the second, then second to third.

From the third to the fourth.

From the third to the fourth.

You are in front of a camera.

Yes, they have entered the watergate room.

Undressing yourself.

I got undressed.

- But why? - It appeals to the customer.

If its not pleasurable, its not profitable.

You are still naked.

I am still naked.

- You said. - I said.

Tell me what you said.

- What you said? - What do I know?

That's what you said! Quick!

What you said?

- I don't know. - You are to say.

- Hello. Hello, it is 1970 - Not that.

Hello, man. Hello to him. Hello, honorable customer.

Hour over.

- What have I done? - You've shown him your "merchandise".

I haven't been able to see.

This is the case of February 28th, hour 7:20 PM.

- This is my case of the twenty... - Twenty-eight.

Why does one need the date?

According to me this isn't enough,

even if it calls it a "case".

- The man isn't to be killed? - Stop talking nonsense.

We are recording.

We still have a test.

You are going to bed.

I am going to bed with a man,

or to put it better, with him.

While you were leaving the hotel, you recieved the money

How much?

How boring!

Do we pretend to kill the man?

Hit him over the head with a bottle.

We still have the tape.

Cut one vein with the scissors.

- What's the number? - 300 yen. - Be serious.

I was going to say 5,000.

But I stuttered. I can't keep talking this way...

GA, GI, GU, GE, GO.

For this I ran off with the code. Is that ok?

3,000 yen. Too small.

- The man to be killed? - He's still alive.

They will never be arrested.

"To buy" doesn't compromise a crime in our country.

The law could seem unjust.

Our task is however to charge the crime

and to discover the organization.

All this in order to abolish evil.

You should be grateful for the help.

Still tell me your name.

Sokutai Eiko. Ei-ko, A of "ABC", and E of "Eternity".

It could mean anything.

It's not important whether I'm a prostitute or not.

If this isn't important to me, I do not exist.

Understand?

Patience.

It's sometimes necessary to hide.

Our Movement is living through a winter season.

The wall in front of us is insurmountable.

We cannot fall back.

It's not where we go.

Then we remain firm.

You always say "Ahead!"

But we wait for the moment with determination and courage.

In reality we are idly sleeping. We are frightened, unadventurous.

An opportunity does not arrive automatically.

Indeed we must create it.

What's outside?

We find only a desert full of rocks, and a prison.

Beyond the desert, expect a gallows.

Ave already waited two years. But have achieved no

Nothing is different.

In the end we only die. To me it seems unjust.

We do not want to die in vain and abbandoned by all.

We said the same thing two years ago.

We have found an alternative in one neutral zone called Culture...

...to found the magazine "Contemporary Philosophy".

That is only a mental masturbation

It produces nothing.

I have had enough.

A mental masturbation?

Well said!

Consolidate yourself,

individual integrity?

Sure that is in agreement.

But one can please the self in fantasy.

The society always oppresses the self.

We must renounce to rebel.

We close ourselves like shells.

We are eternally disobedient,

and at the same time failing, in escape from society.

Ours is a philosophy of prisoners.

It's true.

Not wanting to remain intellectually captive

we have closed "Contemporary Philosophy".

We have tried to recommence the "popular newspaper",

but the state has now allowed us, with one censorship after another.

We do not have any more paper.

By now it's March. Then spring.

What do we do now?

That one.

Life preserver, or bombs?

Thus death is assured.

Gone now in a hurry.

We can make it to the top now, we know it.

But we won't be able to stay for long.

Sakai, we must be disguised like cats and die like dogs?

Now you say we are monkeys that want to climb up the mountain?

Monkeys that climb up the mountain?

Yes, that's what we look like.

Monkeys that cannot stay at the peak!

Enough that we succeed at arriving.

What did you say?

We must claim the liberty to go up

to the apex of life.

In that moment we will touch

the ecstacy of liberty.

For that we will make a general strike,

not for the money,

but for the ecstacy,

with courage and ambition.

All the workers will be free,

and they will create a virtuous history.

I don't know you well.

- You are a student? - I don't know.

Are you a yakuza?

I have seen you sleep with a man, but I have not been to bed with you.

You are psychologically impotent.

No! I want to make love to you.

You will tell me yes.

We'll go to a hotel.

Don't say that!

Say it!

Now you touch me?

- I don't like it. - And I, unexpectedly...

Stop it. When I tell you no, you give a kick.

Then bend down.

I bend down.

I come near you, I ride on top of you.

You counteract.

Yes, that's good.

You strangle.

- I strangle you. - You will react with all your might.

Will do.

Tearing the skirt and the underwear.

You get inside.

You are inside me.

Shhh, wait, look!

Everyone's running. There's been an incident.

Tell me! A homicide?

A revolution? A road accident?

It doesn't look good.

Go ahead more.

- She's a witness? - Yes, I am very scared.

My story.

An enormous crane fell suddenly.

- All the ropes had broken off. - How come?

- The ropes which resist must break off. - And then?

There's a stretcher over there. Indeed, and a gondola.

There was something inside?

- I don't know... - We exchange the roles.

There is no gondola,

it was iron arches. - What did it do?

For our survival.

But it fell to the velocity of 8.2KM per second. It weighed 16 tons.

- And then? - It fell on a car.

A car...

full of old people.

It's a hellish scene,

an ocean of blood, and pieces of flesh,

in addition to a small handbag containing a doll,

an old victim's gift to her grandchild lying in a ditch.

Probably for a little girl.

The old lady...

...had a little granddaughter? - It was an old man!

No mistake!

Bigger.

Huge!

Then still larger!

The most!

The world isn't for you!

Noe has kissed me.

Noe has kissed me.

And is enamored with me.

Is this what you wanted to say?

You are cultured and intelligent.

You understand my ideas.

Yes, understand well.

I told you from the beginning.

I have a wife, Yasuko,

a simple and conventional woman,

but determined like the wife of a revolutionary.

I have a lot to love.

I love you equally.

You also love Noe?

Lucky you.

I am happy for you.

Right. The three bonds will hold together well,

if we respect three conditions.

What are the three conditions?

First: That each is economically independant;

second:

That Osugi not live with any one of the three;

Three: That each respect the liberty of the other,

including her sexuality.

I have many friends, but no one is jealous of the other.

I attend to all equally.

Also our loves have lived

with the idea of equality, and of liberity.

Then,

you have to respect our promises.

Our promises? Which ones?

Those that we agreed upon the first night.

You haven't forgotten them.

I have told you

that I did not recognize the importance of a wedding.

I have learned from my sisters' examples.

In this society the wedding does not guarantee the happiness of the woman.

Because I do not want to marry.

I have no belief in marriage, and I do not make excuses for Yasuko.

Loving you, I don't even see its existence.

While as a woman I have wished to steal your life,

even though there were many difficulties.

I have already felt this. What did you promise?

According to you, Noe is a different case from Yasuko?

Not so. I have asked you to keep our history secret.

But you have told your wife.

Not only her, but your friends too. Why did you do it?

I can't see any reason for hiding it.

Thus nobody would disturb us.

We would be able to see eachother freely.

Freely? You don't want me to see people?

I don't fear what people say, or your friends.

But, we can't wait for them to radically change.

We must therefore defend our love.

It's not important.

Ignore them all.

The world has offerred reason today. It's not an accident.

You say this because you are a man.

For eighteen years I have loved a married man.

I want my love to be respected.

Everyone is averse, they have intervened to seperate us.

Then to obey morals? Or stay in the shadows?

Is there liberty in the shadows?

We respect three conditions, agree?

For liberty and truth.

But they are women.

I would want to avoid useless problems...

I know you don't want sons.

I can, if you want.

This is your second condition.

Tell me the third.

I have taken the customer to the room.

And there was another girl waiting.

You want me to tell more?

Yes. What else can I say?

What do you want me to believe?

They have indeed been mistresses.

Here's the errand.

I just recieved it.

Put it down.

Not your beliefs?

But why have you done it?

You don't understand such a simple reason?

Because you have judged me guilty.

I am to become charged. You have given me my objective.

The job is... No, you must discover.

You find anything, even an imaginary crime.

In exchange I also give an objective to you.

Go!

You poor devil.

Don't resist a life without a goal.

But my life isn't over.

The unfortunate life.

The only sure thing is death.

We don't know anything about this fearful future.

For this we live in the imagination. Already...

But I am alone in pain.

My mother who was killed said that life was a battle.

It is a battle. What does living mean?

Your mother was killed? By who?

Always imagining stupid things.

What was imagined?

The illusion of the poor.

Not having money, the poor ones imagine.

They dream the revolution.

If a man is talking on the telephone,

what does he do with the left hand?

Try to imagine.

The imaginary perception caused the action,

in that same moment,

I visualize the crime, in front of my eyes.

That's the one true crime.

I am the individual suffering

I smell, like a dog.

Arrest the man.

How do I manage to do it?

Because you don't live in the imagination.

I don't pain myself.

I believe myself powerless.

You feel, at this time a prostitute, indeed my alter ego.

The people who suffer

they are already in jail.

There's no need to arrest more of them.

You know, you only had a nightmare this morning.

I have already found the organization that I looked for...

yesterday.

Both of you have been taken into the circle.

Why?

Why?

It isn't so. It's my state.

Compliments for our friendship.

Wait.

I have never slept with a man.

Don't leave me! I'm afraid!

Help!

When I wake up, I'll see the clock.

It was 6:37.

I am still in the bed. Then I am sleeping in the morning.

When I looked at the clock, it was 10:07.

I get up, I look in the mirror.

My skin was marred, rough.

I'm preparing for mass in a quarter of an hour.

I'm confused between jeans and a skirt,

mass is nothing for me.

I am taking a bath.

I am brushing my teeth

having done little thinking first.

But it was the day before.

I thought the same yesterday morning.

The window to the bath was open.

From the opening there was wind.

It was a springtime warm wind.

I looked outside.

A porter carried a cable on a truck.

But it didn't arrive.

It always failed in it's aim.

In the end it put the cable over.

And returned inside.

I am not made up.

I'm putting on cream.

Lately

the makeup and lipstick seem horrible.

I have made breakfast:

Milk, 180 milliliters,

half a sandwich and salad.

I am still sitting on the seat.

An hour, perhaps...

Then I remebered I had not watered the plants.

I did this for half an hour.

Perhaps it was too much...

There was nothing else to do.

I was sitting,

when the telephone rang.

That was at 11:12.

They called me

for the bill.

I only said yes.

There was still nothing else to do.

I was sitting...

Help me, please.

Help!

How can I live without being afraid?

All year long I hear appliance noises.

I want to be with someone.

With anyone.

Calm down.

Don't think of anything.

You don't have to think of anything.

You don't have to think of anything.

It's my father.

I wrote that I wanted to commit suicide.

I don't want to see my father or my mother.

I escaped from them to Tokyo.

You have a village to return to.

You are fortunate, come on.

No, I don't want to see.

I don't want to see anyone.

Tell them that I am not here.

Stop it.

Dry your tears.

Open the door.

Where did you go? In the house?

I'm taking a vacation. A very long vacation...

Don't open it! Please!

Usually the women concentrate on the sons when they are small.

You are much too generous. Instead Noe is self centered.

It's going well.

Noe without her job wouldn't resist.

She stays out every day until late at night.

Its too much.

I am used to this.

But that's just talk!

Why don't you make sense?

Maybe I'm a deadbeat.

I don't know anything other than playing the shakuhachi.

You don't want to know more about me.

You come here.

Come here.

Poor brother!

Poor brother!

Noe?

Don't open, please.

I am not an easy woman,

much too curious.

You are married and you want to love someone else.

In my position would you see a woman?

Anything else to ask me?

Otherwise go away, as you like.

Osugi isn't there.

Then tell me...

why I can't see more.

I have to say it's personal.

But I'm in a hurry. I need to do this immediately.

When you are with me, you are mine.

Do as you want. I am not bound to anyone.

Not even myself.

Not even Yasuko and Noe.

You agree?

Not to worry you.

I have come here to say goodbye to Osugi.

Goodbye? She can't seperate from Tsuji.

That's right, no?

No, I'm also seperating from Tsuji.

No longer being with Osugi.

Being independant.

From now on I am free from all.

You think, all in all, only of the relationship with Tsuji.

Probably.

It must be as I say.

You do not want to assume responsibility regarding Tsuji.

You're sharp.

Now you say you want to be independant.

Only for appearances...

Do you really think you'll succeed?

You'll never make it!

I have decided.

If you really wanted to seperate, you wouldn't have come to say goodbye.

You don't have any intention of it.

Tell me.

Do you go well with...

...anyone?

You wanted to escape from Tsuji.

To do it

you go well with anyone, right?

It will always be the same thing.

You may change the old sandals for a new pair

but your feet are already muddy.

Look,

the puddle still exists.

That's funny!

We are both in the mud.

Do you love Tsuji?

Do you really love him?

Have you loved Osugi?

Have you ever thought to say "love"?

It means...

to take the heart of another,

and make it exclusive for you.

This is what love means to me.

Osugi and I are like this.

We mutually possess eachother.

But when you are Osugi's lover,

you are in between us.

You aren't ever free of us

until everything is clear.

It's not possible

that someone possesses someone else.

Yes it is possible.

I am a journalist. I make 150 yen a month.

He is an anarchist with no money.

Being with Osugi is how Yasuko lives off my salary.

I maintain them.

But you don't recognise this.

You don't know what it means, when I give you ten yen.

There's no alternative

but to become a "dog" of the state.

There aren't anymore ways to make money.

Without money there's no liberty.

But if you turn into a spy it will corrupt her liberty.

And even if you had money

you would never be free of me.

If you leave me, I'll kill you.

It's not impossible to buy feelings.

You can buy a revolutionary, and their spirit.

That's Masaoka, it's her character.

She'll talk quickly, then calms down.

It's not an accident.

It's not important to me.

Because I don't see you more. The rest doesn't matter to me.

Then...

it's done, right?

Yes.

Maybe they were bad

as Itsuko says.

Maybe I wanted to change my life by using you.

In reality I want to loosen a ball of thread.

But you have loosened them

all.

Goodbye.

I won't see you anymore.

- Have you not been dreaming? - A nightmare you mean?

I am.

I wouldn't want you to see it.

Who knows how I may find Megumi for you.

"How"? What's "how"?

Anything, anything.

We cannot turn back.

What do you think?

They are not bad, no?

I was in fifth grade.

There was sleet.

He was behind the display window of a bank. I watched from outside

It was my mother's lover. This I believed.

I visit the city often.

That's enough.

We do not look at ourselves.

The director of this film

That man

is similar to my mother's lover.

These images are for advertising?

September 19th, at 9 in the morning

I saw, through the hedge in the backyard,

Osugi and Noe going out together.

Mako, who was playing at my house, hurried out as soon as she saw them,

but she returned very soon and said: "They will return soon,

they are my mom and my dad!"

After, I saw no more of Osugi.

In the following days Mako came to see us.

One day, while she was here, a journalist took a picture of her

while playing in my house.

The day after I found out Osugi came to a tragic end.

I told my sons not to speak of the parents of Mako,

in order not to break her heart.

My sons listened, astonishingly.

From their faces, I knew they understood

that something terrible had happened.

But they said nothing.

Mako came in as usual through the back door,

and immediately said: "Father and mother are dead.

Uncle and grandfather have gone in the car to get them."

Mako, a sensitive child, knew all

even only being seven years old.

Playing as usual

with my sons.

They have given compassion

all the coloring paper..."

"People I Remember: The Last Moments of Osugi...

by Uchida Roan."

What did you try to find in the dark stacks of the library?

The past?

A story?

A document?

The dust? Or the culture?

Don't ask me what I did yesterday, how, why.

You can know a lot about nothing.

Are you Noe?

Ito Noe?

Yes, I am Noe.

I've searched for so long. I am very happy to meet you.

I have been to Hakata, and Imajuku. I admire you a lot.

What do you want from me?

I want to talk to you a little.

Do you know what will happen to you tomorrow?

Yes.

Do you know what you will do?

Yes. Now I understand.

If it weren't for staying with Osugi,

in other words,

if Masaoka Itsuko had won Osugi's love,

in 1923, seven years later,

would you have avoided death in the great earthquade of 1923?

You never thought about this?

I can't change my ways.

Because a lifestyle isn't replaceable.

On top of that is me. My last question.

Between 1923 and 196946 years elapsed, what do you think of this?

They have come to attack you.

- Like companion or friend? - Both.

Listen to my last warnings.

Don't go in there.

Listen to that voice.

A cat. And the cries of Yasuko.

You can also hear Itsuko.

- I sense them. - Itsuko was fired from the newspaper.

While you amuse yourself with Noe at Onjuku,

Itsuko waited for to you in the Ryogoku station.

They have completely lost control.

Do you understand what you've done?

Is this enough?

Are you ashamed?

- What else can I do? - What did you say?

I love all three equally.

They are all in agreement.

That equality!

Only stay with Noe.

You are together, in this hotel.

What will you do? Allow the other two to die?

I cannot do otherwise.

Each of the three had to be independant.

But Noe doesn't have a job right now.

We must wait a little.

Meanwhile the other two go crazy.

I would have to abandon Noe?

It's outside of the discussion.

Thanks to her I have had a revolutionary awakening

while we were being discouraged by censorship.

You alone were discouraged.

No, it was everyone.

It's facing a persecution of the elite class,

toward the peasants of Yanaka

we only stayed to watch.

Noe has made me remember my original determination.

She has taught me

to hate those who deserve it

and be angry when I need to be,

immediately for the oppressed.

Sakai has defined it as childish sentimentalism.

But this is what we wished.

How did I arrive at this point in this scandal?

One of your women has called it a "scandal",

and that's how you lost me as a partner.

Partner...

The companions are united for the revolution.

It represents the revolution for us?

It's a means to arrive at the land of absolute liberty.

First we must abolish exploitation.

This is our first objective.

Originally it's private property that allows it.

But what's private property?

It's the system through which the state

renders the morals of matrimony absolute

in order to confiscate a couple's property.

First our wishes must exist for us to do it.

We must condemn our conscience.

The revolution blows it to pieces.

Marriage,

the family,

the State,

they are never absolute, or sacred.

The revolution will do this for us.

That's madness!

Polygamy is the degenerance of the bourgeois class.

Would you tell the three that they fight for women's rights?

We aspire to liberty and the revolution.

But when examining the relationship between a man and a woman,

and of free love,

you start saying "Traitor!" or "Whore!"

And you move away. I understand that it's difficult to remain calm.

But it never works this way?

You are a new Confucianist.

That's strange!

You will see how far away you are

from true liberty and from real revolution.

Enough.

Goodbye.

In Russia

the situation has ripened.

Something will happen before the first of March.

Raison,

I recommend Yasuko.

As I had imagined, you have collected my fruit

and you have thrown it on the ground.

But you could do it.

I left the magazine to you.

Are you sorry?

My dear, is the wind not cold?

I got to thinking.

When I decided to quit,

you intended to continue.

Our magazine could not

hope for a good end. In smaller size,

with little pages, and dreadful paper,

it died like a dog.

It deserved it, no?

Can you move, please?

I won't go alone.

I'll go home.

I can't find the key.

For this I am going back to Yokohama.

How you are absent minded!

Now wait. I'll come immediately.

If you have been chilled, you don't have to leave tonight.

Bring the coat.

Return home.

Who knows if he'll really return.

It will be in a close hotel...

...waiting for me to go. - I can't leave in peace?

- Thinking of Noe? - Stop it.

- Noe... - I think I can still call.

I can never call. I don't think of Noe.

Never say never. It always tricks me.

Think what I would have had to explain.

I don't have anymore power over this situation.

Is that really what you think?

I also believe that.

You think you are one of ridicule,

but I got irritated.

I'm going to stop hanging out here.

You.

Our story is over.

: u don't have anything else to say to me? - What ca

You have proposed free love.

I believed we could do it, and I practiced it.

But why, why?!

According to you I must say that my thesis failed?

I admit. It failed because it had to fail.

Are you happy?

My egotism made it fail.

Is that what your saying?

Then it's true. But is it really over?

Free love

is with us by now.

Soon the man and the woman

they will sleep entirely without the bonds of money.

- I... - It doesn't go, it doesn't go.

You know what I think?

Wait!

The film is loading.

The past doesn't interest me. It doesn't interest me to film the past.

Then what have you done?

I don't want anyone.

In fifty years will they still talk of this?

They will talk.

Then what has man done?

Who?

- Your mother's lover. - Ah, yes.

He smiles at me through the display window.

He invites me in. I follow him

until there's a house.

- This time his house? - I don't know.

My eyes were covered.

He was a pedophile.

Or perhaps not.

It raises you.

I see.

He has selected death.

Who?

Death is the supreme pleasure.

Death reverses value.

- Reverses what? - The value.

Do you have to kill me?

Yes, I must do it.

Good.

You must do it with a single blow.

Why not run away?

If you want to kill me, I accept it.

You want the same escape.

Correct?

It wasn't the thesis that failed, but the revolution.

Namely you.

You have trapped me with your mental distress.

Trapped? Trapped?

We are three intertwined lines.

Always tangled with you.

It would have happened sooner or later.

The three lines constrict you.

When it's finally over,

like your dreams,

your anxiety will vanish.

You seem to think that.

In the end the revolution is an auto-negation.

For me

it's important to kill me.

The revolution came to me through you

With a whisper of love and fear.

Like you...

A normal person would have fear,

but for me it's maximum joy.

I don't want to stab you in order to help you.

A similar thing to this happened to me.

I was in third grade.

I...

You...

you were a violent boy, you always carried a knife.

In a fight you'd use it

and the state expelled you from school.

And you left in the fall to dream of a military career.

True, no?

It was like this.

At that time he had attained a knife.

I thought of taking myself out

and put my hand in my pocket.

But...

they took a swing at me.

He stabbed me.

I fell to the ground.

He anticipated me.

You knew exactly what would become of you.

My body

is finally cold.

Listen...

can you "ignite" me?

You can't ignite me?

You can't?

You can't do anything!

Anything!

In fact you are hiding.

But Osugi is mine.

I'll never yeild to you.

You cannot claim him.

Hereby he will be mine.

Then you will lose everything.

It will be better to lose it.

If one doesn't know living otherwise,

Osugi will be removed from society.

Then it will be better if I kill him now.

It will be my time.

You put it downstairs.

With that thing you will only have a corpse.

I'm also fine with that.

There are things

that only dead women can be taken in exchange for.

I believed...

Why

have you not killed?

What stopped you from doing it?

They are not stopping me.

Watching while I kill.

I have speared the heart with a knife.

You see?

The blood flows

like sand.

The eyes don't move.

The lips have lost their color.

Osugi is dead.

And my love died when I stabbed him.

My Osugi is dead.

How sweet

is the face of a dead man.

The cheeks that were rosy

now a white desert, forever.

Anyone who enters will be swallowed.

The eyes that looked at me

now they see no more.

I could never have seen this dead man's face

Think,

I have won over you and Yasuko

and I have the same path as he.

This is why I'm dying with him.

This is why now...

I must look at this dead man's face.

Even knowing this, you come with me?

Yes.

If I know the end,

it's how I decide.

You know me, no?

What did Osugi say?

What did the dead man say?

He said, "Sayonara Itsuko".

Sa-yo-na-ra.

We will be killed?

I'll Probably be killed first

but who wants to kill us?

The cause will be the death of me.

You know that?

Yes, I know.

You're afraid.

You're afraid of dying.

You are a normal woman!

No.

The game is over.

Osugi is still alive.

When you couldn't stab him,

I understood what I had to do.

I...

I have seen the future.

- Osugi is dead. - You can't kill a man who is already dead.

Yes I can.

With this knife you are resolved not to cross Osugi.

You can't do it.

Indeed I have done it.

There was nothing else.

This finishes as it must.

I have stabbed myself.

Noe, you have won my love in competition with two other women,

but at the same time it means becoming my wife, you have taken the position of Yasuko,

that which you hate...

A woman can't kill a man

solely out of jealousy.

According to you you have stabbed a simple man?

No.

I have not stabbed a man.

Not even a simple man.

Don't die. Open your eyes. Why must you die?

Tell my friends

that on November 7th, 1916

Osugi Sakae will be killed by Ito Noe.

The anarchist Osugi got the end he deserved.

The sky,

I see the blue sky

and many black chimneys,

golden spikes

that swing with the wind.

See...

observe everything...

and that is what I will not see.

Darling.

My three loves!

Revolution!

The revolution is an auto-negation.

The truth is:

Noe has stabbed me,

beyond me.

No.

Noe has made us

only because she was pregnant.

Osugi's child is growing within her.

Think that I didn't know it?

What stupid women!

Rest in peace,

you that were mine.

I couldn't do otherwise,

Understand, no?

I returned

to say I want to be free of you.

It's the least I can do

to outdo you.

No, not to die.

That day

when you'd have me pierced like the wind,

I am still hurt and conscious of liberty.

But,

when I am too wise to be tied to you,

I'll pierce myself

to be free.

More liberty.

Is death.

Genuinely dead.

Osugi,

by something.

What does a dead man say?

Call a doctor.

That time Osugi wasn't dead.

Then why did Itsuko make a confession?

- It's not her act. - The confession?

After the suffering Itsuko underwent when picked up by the police.

- She chose jail. - Is this your fantasy?

It's a simple motive.

Noe has a salesmen for an imaginary crime.

In order to win Itsuko has taken

the responsibility of Noe in the real world.

In order to win? Winning is that important?

Is that all you know? Is there anything else?

It can be assumed the aggression never existed.

Noe,

do you know who massacred you?

Do you understand?

March, springtime,

the hanging survivors dance among the flowers.

Lights!

Action!

This picture will be a great historical monument.

Seen here.

Thank you very much.

I know that a person has lost their ear between these doors.

An ear?

Then he hears the crying?

Eros + massacre