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GAUCHE THE CELLIST

Original Story by Kenji Miyazawa

Planning Kazuo Komatsubara

Producer Koichi Murata

Music by Michio Mamiya

Character, Layout Design and Animation Toshitsugu Saida

Background Art Takamura Mukuo

Directed by Isao Takahata

Cello! You're behind!

Do it again.

Gauche, focus!

The tuning.

Your tuning's off badly.

What to do?

I have no time to go back to Do-Re-Mi.

I'm sorry.

From the second forte!

Oboe! Sharpen your rhythm!

We aren't playing Taps!

Let's back up and start again.

No! It's all over the place.

This bit is the heart of the piece, but you can't build it.

Listen.

It's only ten days to the concert.

We are professionals.

We'll be competing against a bunch of rank amateurs.

We can't let them outperform us.

And Gauche...

You're a problem.

Your music doesn't have any emotion.

None at all! No fury or joy.

Or maybe it's more fundamental.

Your cello isn't in sync with the others.

You always lag behind as if your shoelaces are untied.

You must improve yourself.

We are a glorious band.

We will be disgraced if you bring us bitter criticism.

That is all for today.

Do not be late to the picture house tonight.

The film is “Jiraiya” and the music is “Beautiful Nature”.

He was fierce today.

It stopped raining.

That's nice.

How about lunch?

Hauche?

Whew. I'm beat. Carrying things is hard work.

What?

My humble gift. Eat up.

Who asked you to bring tomatoes?

Why should I eat whatever you bring?

And those are tomatoes from my field!

You picked them before they ripened.

It must be you who gnawed the tomato stems before.

Get out!

Master, don't be angry. It's bad for you.

Oh, Ludwig van Beethoven!

Always Beethoven! It will wear you out, Master.

Occasionally, try something easier.

Like Schumann's “Träumerei”.

I'll listen.

That's rich coming from a cat.

Don't mind it. Please.

I can't sleep without your distinctive music.

You're impertinent! Impertinent!

All right.

What music?

“Träumerei”. By the Romanticist Schumann.

“Indian Tiger Hunting”

Is this “Träumerei”?

How do you like this “Träumerei”?

Master, that isn't “Träumerei”.

No, sir!

“Träumerei” is...

Shut up!

That's enough.

Please stop it.

No...

...please...

I will never...

...conduct you...

again!

Quiet! Here's where they catch the tiger.

Okay, I forgive you. Go home.

Master, that was quite something.

Truly terrible.

Really?

How do you feel? Sick?

No. It was good exercise.

Show me your tongue.

It looks a little rough.

Out you go. And no coming back, you fool.

It's a rat!

Not you again, cat!

Now a bird?

What do you want?

To learn music.

Music? All you can do is cuckoo.

That's right.

But...

It's difficult.

No, it isn't.

You cuckoo noisily.

Nothing to it.

No, sir. It's difficult.

For example...

...and...

...are different.

They sound different, right?

No.

You don't understand.

Every single cuckoo

is different.

So what? If you're so good at it,

why come to me?

But...

I want the proper Do-Re-Mi.

Do-Re-Mi? No!

Yes. I need it, before I go abroad.

Abroad?!

Master.

Please teach me Do-Re-Mi. I'll follow along.

Please, Master.

What a bother!

I'll play it three times.

Then go home.

No, no! Not that way.

Not at all.

You're fussy. You try.

This way.

You call that Do-Re-Mi?

Do-Re-Mi and “Symphony No. 6” are the same to you.

You're wrong.

How?

It's difficult to repeat this.

Like this?

That's it.

That's enough!

The lesson is over. Leave.

Do it again. Your sound is a bit off.

What? Do you think you are teaching me?

Go home.

Please! Just this once!

Please.

Just this once.

As long as possible.

Oh, no!

Wait.

Yes?

Will you sing?

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.

No! If I keep this up, I'll turn into a bird.

Why did you stop?

Even the weakest of birds wouldn't.

We'd sing until our throats bled.

Gauche, why did you stop?

You impertinent thing! Why should I play with you?

Get out! Look. It'll be light soon.

Then do it again before the sun rises.

Shut up! Stupid bird!

Get out, or I'll eat you for breakfast!

Stupid. It's glass.

I'll open it. Wait.

Thank you.

Sorry.

The cello!

On the beat!

Not again! Not today!

Tanuki!

Ever hear of tanuki soup?

Tanuki soup? No.

I'll tell you.

This is how to make tanuki soup.

Boil a tanuki like you with cabbage and salt.

But my father said, “Master Gauche is a good man.”

“Go to his house and learn.”

Learn what? I'm busy.

Besides... I'm going to bed.

What's that?

This is tanuki soup... no, it's just my supper.

I'm a drummer. I was told to sync up with your cello.

But you have no drum.

I have these.

Is your belly a drum?

What'll you do?

Play this music.

“The Merry Coachman”

It's funny.

Here we go.

I'm ready.

Mr. Gauche, your second string is strangely late.

I can't sync up with you.

Maybe. This cello isn't good.

What's wrong with it?

Will you please play it again?

Yes, I will.

The sun's coming up.

Thank you.

Master.

My child is ill. He might die.

Please cure him.

This is no hospital. There's a doctor across the river.

You can cure him.

I'm not a doctor.

That's a lie.

You have cured so many every day.

What do you mean?

You know.

You cured them. The old rabbit...

The tanuki's father...

You even cured the mean owl.

Why not my child?

Please have mercy on him!

You're mistaken.

I never cured an owl.

A little tanuki came last night and played with me.

I wish my child had fallen ill earlier.

You played the cello so loudly, but...

when my child got sick, you stopped.

And now you refuse to play.

My child is unfortunate.

Do you mean, my playing the cello cured the owl and the rabbit?

Why?

When we get sick, we come here.

We sit under your floor and listen to your music.

And that cures you?

Yes. Our blood flows well, and we feel wonderful.

Some get cured right here.

Others at their homes.

Is that so?

When I play the cello, the sound massages you.

- And you are cured? - Yes, yes!

I'll play for you.

Let me go with him, like in a hospital.

Do you want to go inside?

Are you all right, son? Did you fall well?

Like the way I do?

I did well.

He's all right. So don't worry.

That's enough.

Please take him out now.

What? Just that much?

Are you all right?

How was it? How do you feel?

He's cured!

Thank you very much.

Do you eat bread?

Bread is made of flour and yeast.

I hear it's soft and delicious.

But we've never been in your cupboard.

How could I steal from you when you're kind to us?

It's not that. I simply asked if you eat bread.

Yes.

You do?

Of course.

Go ahead.

Thank you very much.

You're very kind. Thank you. Thank you.

Let's eat it at home.

Talking with a mouse wore me out.

Maestro!

They're calling for an encore.

Will you play a short piece?

No. Nothing will do after a symphony.

Nothing will satisfy.

Then, please say a few words.

No, no.

But, with all this applause...

Gauche! Where's Gauche?

Play something for them.

Me?

You.

Go ahead.

I can't...

They want to humiliate me.

All right. I'll play “Indian Tiger Hunting.”

Gauche!

That was wonderful!

Even to that piece, the audience listened intently.

You've made remarkable progress.

Only ten days ago you were a baby.

You're a man now. Look what you could do!

Great!

Splendid!

He's healthy, so he could train hard.

It'd be too much for us.

Indeed.

Maestro! Am I really...

Am I really...

It was the cat! The bird! The tanuki!

The mice!

That was it! Yes, that was it!

Excuse me. I should go.

Wait, Gauche.

We must meet to consider our performance. Everyone must come.

To The Wildcat!

Good. Let's celebrate.

Let's go, Gauche. We'll raise a toast.

A toast to success and the maestro's health!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Thank you.

What a beautiful sunset.

Ah, Cuckoo.

I'm sorry about that night.

Please know that I wasn't angry.

Voices

Hideki Sasaki Masashi Amenomori

Fuyumi Shiraishi Keiko Yokozawa

Kaneta Kimotsuki Ryuji Saikachi

Kazue Takahashi Akiko Takamura

Subtitles by Aura

Planning and Production Oh! Production