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I asked him to come in to my place but...

He said, "Maybe, next time."

I said, "Of course, you came here to work!"

l was pretty emotional.

He said, "Are there any windy places around here?"

l was like, "What do you mean?"

"I want to feel the wind for a while."

Isn't that cool?

I want to feel the wind for a while.

I thought , "Right. You are supposed to feel the wind."

Since that night, I've been coming to this Brazilian restaurant.

But Mr. Breeze has disappeared.

I've heard he hasn't come to this restaurant since that night.

I bet he's been feeling a really nice wind somewhere.

l disturb you?

Your taxi?

Yes.

Are you on duty?

Let's head for lzu.

Don't use the expressway.

Go slowly on Route 1.

Go to this place.

What's wrong?

Please tell me where are we now?

This is...

We're here.

From here, go up there.

Right up to here.

Very far.

A deposit.

I look terrible.

The tuxedo doesn't go with the knapsack.

Last night my friends and I came to see the stars.

They left without me.

Can you believe that?

Oh, I see.

My shift ends 6 p.m.

So?

You must be crazy.

I'm loaded and very generous. lzu is only the first stop.

Then it's back to Tokyo.

Maybe to an onsen-spa.

Or cruise all over Japan.

Have it your way.

Take me to a taxi stand.

I'm being generous.

I thought you were kinda cool.

Come on. Let's go.

Life's short.

You are all right?

Excuse me, I must telephone. I call factory I work daytime.

Leave it as it is.

My Peruvian friend work in company.

I make call there, too.

Company don't pay him money.

His Japanese not good. I must telephone.

I want also brush my face.

Don't kill the meter until I say so.

I'm loaded.

Don't you worry.

Sorry.

Quena.

Quena?

Quena.

Quena?

Quena?

It don't work.

I can't play it.

Puno, Peru...

A frigging foreigner.

Mr. Cold Bamboo. One General?

Soyokaze, gentle breeze

Sorry to keep you!

Where are we?

We come half-way.

What's it called?

How is it read?

Ma-na-zu-ru.

How about this?

I can't read it.

It's Ko-o-zu.

Then how do you read this?

Ha-ko-da-te?

Kan-na-mi.

And this?

Mt. Fuji.

Yes, Mt. Fuji.

Driver.

Stop at a menswear store.

Menswear store.

Damn. I should've brought clothes from Tokyo.

This cab looks like the New York subway.

My employers' son want to be artist.

Practice.

He practices on taxis?

He's a little bit strange.

A fucked-up twerp, huh?

I see.

I'm getting hungry.

McDonalds?

Get real. If you've got cancer and only a week to live...

Only 20 more meals to go.

Would you go to McDonald's?

You have cancer?

No, that's just an example.

An example? Oh, example...

lthink I go.

Where are you from? Russia?

Peru.

In the Soviet Union?

Direction...little different.

Anyway, let's eat something good and expensive.

I'll treat you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Any news?

Only calls from his broads.

Tatsuo's a funny kid.

He's got books on gravestones.

No dirty books.

Gravestones?

You interested?

Haruki speaking.

I see.

At the garage. Hang on.

He can't. His wife's expecting.

Nobody else available?

Try the others.

He's on duty for 20 hours. Relieve him.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Mr. lshida has a new tip.

Hello?

I'm at Tatsuo's apartment. ljust remembered something.

He often talked about his mother's grave.

Said someday he'd get a deluxe stone for her.

He often mentioned it.

Doesn't sound very promising.

He collects books on gravestones and such.

Now he can afford it.

A $2 million gravestone?

Boss, he can't contact his broads.

His buddies are all gone.

The only thing left for him is his mother's grave.

I'm positive.

Listen, decent people like me respect our ancestors.

But a raggedy-ass punk like him?

It's too far-fetched.

I see your point, but it's still worth a try.

Her grave is in lzu.

Driver.

How do you pronounce your last name: Cold Bamboo?

No.

It's Kan-ta-ke.

Kazumasa Kantake.

I'll stick to "Driver."

Sure, okay.

Were you born in Peru?

Japan.

You immigrated?

It's still here.

Look at this I did it.

I did it when my mom died.

When?

When what?

When did you immigrate?

I see.

The year of the Tokyo Olympics.

In the 50's?

It is 1964.

Wasn't a Japanese soldier found in the Philippines?

That was a while ago.

He now has a ranch or something in Peru, doesn't he?

Brazil.

Same thing.

You could be his relative.

Or the guy himself. No, I guess not.

Next, the stone mason. I got a map.

It's gone round once.

Every 100,000...

The meter?

Every 1,000 bucks.

I see.

The inscription...

How about calligraphic longhand?

Maybe square is better.

Orthodox style, but by hand.

Not machine-engraved.

I also want her posthumous name upped in rank.

I already paid the priest.

Is he there?

He's got a fucking gun!

A little present!

You only live once.

How come?

The meter...still on.

I don't get it. You're not afraid?

You hire my taxi.

But you saw me shoot them, right?

Why fuck with me?

Fuck with?

Why get involved?

Yes, I see.

Take that road up the mountain.

What's with you?

I want an explanation.

Is it the money?

You want to steal my money?

Meter still running...

I need a logical explanation.

You ever hear of Kamikaze?

I'm on my final approach.

It's a one-way ticket down.

I make a few stops.

That's me, man.

But I'm still a Kamikaze.

Tell me. Why did you help me?

I won't kill you but I'll smack you around and steal your wheels.

It'd be much easier if you drive.

But can I trust you?

You know "Chicha?"

No.

Roast corn, you chew it...

...then spit out.

Keep in dark place. It's type of wine.

Spit wine?

We, Quechua lndio drink this for 2,000 years.

"We?" Ain't you Japanese?

My wife...lndio...

Any children?

One son.

Is he with your lndio wife now?

You'd better answer.

My wife, she die.

So, I guess...

You're used to violence.

Is that right?

I'm only accustom to Chicha.

We no drink, festival it no start.

Go where in Tokyo?

First...

I need a pick-me-up.

Concentrate on the back of your neck.

In the next five seconds...

...deeply and slowly tighten your muscles.

One...

...two...

...three...

...four...

...five...

Keep that position, now relax your muscles.

Deeply...

...but lightly.

Deeply and lightly.

Continue with breathing.

You will...

...soon die.

You are now dead. Your life has ended.

Somehow, something went wrong.

Wasn't your life like that?

Now, look back at how your life was.

What happened? They've been here.

It's too risky here.

That gig is dead.

Near-Death seminars rake in big bucks.

You got any nose-candy?

Sure I do.

How much do you want?

Enough for a Kamikaze.

Will it backfire on me?

Of course not.

Who's that?

A taxi driver.

A migrant-worker from Peru.

Mine's made in Peru.

Isn't it Colombian?

Comes through Colombia.

Peru again.

Wait one hour.

Tatsuo. The seminar has another 30 minutes to go.

Care to try?

No thanks, I'll soon be dead, anyway.

New wave religion?

Some religious cult fad.

Mr. Kantake.

Come here.

What?

Can you play something?

Would you like to join us?

Mr. Kantake is lndio. He wouldn't do that.

What are talking about? This is their custom.

You mean cocaine?

They sweeten coca leaves and chew them.

Isn't that right?

Coca grow in your hometown?

You should've told me.

I could be more friendly to you.

I've been there to buy some. There wasn't Sendero.

It was safer back then.

I felt like I was in Heaven.

What's "Sendero"?

It's a guerrilla group called Sendero Luminoso.

Drugs, homosexuals, and alcohol are prohibited.

That's kinda scary.

They attack poor villages.

At first, they occupy a school and...

...threaten a mayor or a school principle.

The leader of the group admires Mao.

There is a scripture of Presidente Gonzalo.

They force people to educate kids with it.

Sounds like a cult leader.

If they don't obey, they would slaughter everyone in the village.

Some villages were attacked by the military after the guerrillas left.

The military accused them of helping the guerrillas...

...and put them to death.

I got it now.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

Your wife was killed by them, wasn't she?

Killed by Sendero or military.

Is that why you came to Japan?

Am I right?

She had a heart disease.

TB?

I don't think anyone dies from TB.

Yes, she did.

There are many viruses in Pueblo Hoven.

We wait for a long time for medications.

What's "Pueblo Hoven"?

It's like a slum.

Many lndio come to the city to work and wind up building a slum.

People who have no immunity die.

That's not exciting.

TB?

TB isn't exciting.

Hey...

Tatsu. Tatsu.

Tats u .

Is it time for an attack?

Kamikaze Squad...

I, Tatsuo Minami will go on a Kamikaze attack.

It's time.

Those two are like two condors.

One just learned how to fly.

The other one's already been to the highest point.

They came here on that night and flew away.

It's like the song, "El Condor Pasa".

The word "condor" came from Quechua.

There're six kinds of condors that inhabit North and South America.

The largest kind is the Andean condor.

They can fly higher than the others.

People call them, "King of Height".

But they move very slowly on the ground.

This requires them to run a lot before they fly. About 30 feet.

So in many cases, they are attacked right before taking off.

Mr. Kantake, l was thinking...

Those Peruvian guerrillas...

When they attack, do they chew coca leaves?

Coca and cocaine different.

Coca have high position in history and religion in Peru.

You're not pissed?

"Domon Speaks Out."

Did I say anything wrong?

The violence without fear with...

...no sense of crime...

My father, he much hate that.

What?

What does that mean?

My father...

...he say Japanese Army make lots of drugs, uppers, during war.

And give the drug to Kamikaze pilots.

No way!

"Attack Vitamins" they call it.

Far out.

Just like me now.

That violence no good. You must not do.

Choosing crowded streets, huh? You bastard.

ANIMARU REAL ESTATE OFFICE

Fucking traffic jam sobered me up.

I hate fathers. I hate the fuckers.

So goddamn selfish.

Don't you agree?

I've never met your dad...

...but I know one thing.

It was his idea to immigrate to Peru.

After 30 years you come to work in Japan, driving a punk like me.

I feel sorry for you.

But I don't need "Attack Vitamins."

Go on home.

This car is two more days, okay.

My boss go back home town.

Two more days?

If I ask him, 3 days okay.

My thinking is 4 days okay.

Turn right, drive on and you'll see a golf practice range.

Wait there if you like.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes, kill the meter.

Tatsuo Minami, Commander of the Kamikaze Squad.

Blood type: AB, Rh minus.

If I should bleed, give me a transfusion.

I'm ready for take-off.

Flying high, but my head's clear.

Flying high, but my head is clear.

Where's that fuck, Animaru?

Where is he?

Get out of my way!

Don't shoot!

Move, you bastard!

Don't hit me!

Move!

Who are you?

It's me, Tama.

I know who you are.

Please, slow down!

What...

What are you doing here?

I've been waiting for you.

Waiting for me? What the hell for?

I knew you'd attack them.

How did you know?

That's my goddamn jacket!

I borrowed it.

You're lucky I didn't hit you.

Yeah. I am a real survivor.

When I was a kid in a mini-bus accident...

...my parents, my brother and sister...

...grandfather, great grandmother, my cousin and his wife...

...they all died.

But I survived without a scratch.

I knew Tatsu would come.

I don't know why, but...

He did come.

I guess it's all coincidence.

I think everything in this world happens by accident.

And...

l have sex by accident with someone I met by accident.

It happens to fertilize an egg...

After the egg come out...

For a second, a day or a year...

Whether the egg grows or dies depends on a coincidence.

So, I'm here by accident.

I might not be here tomorrow.

It's been more than 30 minutes.

The guy really cares about me.

He'll wait for an hour, maybe even two.

I don't know why, but he makes me so comfortable.

What are we waiting for?

There's no need to rush.

An onsen-spa, is it?

Your dead pal wanted you to.

An international good-will "onsen" tour with the Peruvian.

The rest of the money's in a locker. It's yours.

I don't want it.

l have no use for it. People died for it.

I don't want it.

It's over $1 million.

Give it to the Peruvian. It'll help ease the trade deficit.

That's stupid.

He's only a taxi driver.

I already paid $2,000. He's happy with that.

That's the logic Domon used when he paid me off.

Been waiting long?

Good morning.

Zero hang-over?

Zero...zero.

After all that?

Just saying "hung-over" makes me wanna throw up.

Excuse me.

Why is Chaplin helping?

This is my profession. Chaplin is for the party.

The party is not over yet.

We are still partying, aren't we?

Chaplin, entertain us!

What? OK!

That's your underwear.

Oh, whose is that?

Oh, no, my intestines!

My large intestine!

You look fatigued.

We only slept for three hours.

Let's play volleyball.

I don't wanna waste my energy.

Let's play cards then.

Hey, Chaplin, isn't there anything fun?

Do you know "The self-realization seminar"?

Were you hooked on a new cult?

l was actually a teacher.

I quit because it became a big business.

Would you like to try?

Hungry already?

This is cool, isn't it?

For five minutes, please do whatever you want.

The self-realization seminar has started.

Yes.

Is it in your way?

Hey Chaplin, What's this?

Hey, what's going on?

What are you making?

Everyone, attack!

Stop!

You just wasted five minutes of your life.

The self-realization seminar is a way of life, not a game.

Failure in five minutes is the same as failure for life.

What you did in the five minutes is what you've done in your whole life.

Understood?

Cool!

Hey, you punk!

I won't be the teacher if you make fun of me.

All right, all right, don't stop.

Are you going to be serious?

Do you promise that you'll be serious?

The purpose of this seminar is to find the best in yourself.

In order to find it, what do you have to do?

Tell me the answer, punk!

Don't call me punk!

Hey, punk, cunt sucker!

You fag punk.

What the fuck did you say?

Are you mad? You wanna punch me?

How would you express your anger in sounds?

I can't hear you.

OK!

It's your turn now.

You, too. Express how you feel now in sounds.

Yes, the feeling you have right now.

You were spaced out. And you've been spaced out all your life.

If you don't say anything, you'll be spaced out for the rest of your life.

Please, express what you feel in sounds.

You are mad at me.

I can't hear anything.

Louder!

"Dosu!"

More, more, more.

More, more, more, more, more.

OK!

Wonderful! Great!

So, let's move on to the next step.

What are the conditions you need to find the best in yourself?

I'll give you three minutes.

Discuss in your group.

Let's begin!

In conclusion... Don't waste time...

To find the best in yourself, you should not lie...Wrong.

Open your mind...Wrong. Be generous...Wrong.

Be yourself...Wrong. Get up early in the morning...wrong.

Be a good person...Wrong.

Wrong. Go back to the beginning!

Have ideals...Wrong. Believe in yourself...Wrong.

Kill no one...Wrong. Be nice to your parents...Wrong.

Get married...Wrong.

Be kind...Wrong. Save up money...Wrong.

Respect your ancestors...Wrong. Do good things...Wrong.