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Do we have to do this?

Do we really have to do this?

Eat hot sushi
off a woman's navel?

If we want to seal the deal,
yes, we have to do it.

Anyway, it's better if we do it.

You know that they love
this place.

They love everything that's
vulgar and free of charge.

At any rate, with all the
alcohol they've got on board,

they wouldn't care if they were
in the zoo eating hot dogs.

We have to fit in
with the idea

that they have of us,
Nagara-san.

In half an hour,
they'll be so drunk

that they won't notice
if you leave.

We'll stay with them.

There must be another way
of doing business.

There is.

But it isn't so profitable.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

The sea urchin's really good.
Try some.

What do you say
we take her home with us?

West Coast office,
huh, huh?

I'm sure your wife
would love that.

Oh, yeah, she would.

Oh, thank you.

Why?
Why am I doing this here?

Why nobody told me that?

Why?

What a rubbish job...

We had all jerks today.

So tired of this job.

There is not a day I don't
remember Ryu's breathing...

Nor a single day
I don't miss her silence.

When I met her,

her name was Ryu.

Later on, I found out
she had had other names:

Keiko, Momoyo, Yuri.

But I'm almost sure

Ryu was her real name.

We met
one Sunday afternoon

at the Ramen Museum.

I told her I liked
the noise she made

when she slurped her soup,

that it reminded me
of the noise

that my mother made.

Would you let me record
the noise you make?

It's what I do.

That's how I make my living.

You really mean
you make a living doing this?

Yes.

I record sounds
for a sound studio,

for the radio,
the telly, videos,

sometimes...

for a film.

And you also record the sound
people make sucking their snot?

Of course
she didn't believe me,

but that day,
we began being friends.

But then I didn't know

that I was going to be
Ryu's only friend.

From then on,

we saw each other often
at small places

near the market
where she worked.

One day, I asked her
why she worked there.

She replied
that that was the only thing

that prevented her
from thinking too much.

That was the closest thing
to a secret

I got out of her.

Most of the time,

we just kept each other company
while we ate.

At times,
if she was in a good mood,

she'd let me record
our long conversations

on nothing in particular.

Are you doing anything
on Sunday?

On Sunday?

Yes, on Sunday.

Why are you always
making plans?

Well, why do you never
make any plans?

What do you know
about the plans I make?

You never tell me
about any of them.

Why should I have to tell you
about them?

She never told me
if she was an only child

or had brothers and sisters

or even if her parents
were still alive,

if she had gotten
good grades at school,

if she had read War and Peace,

if she believed in God
or something of the sort,

if when she saw
an old lady on the street,

she suddenly asked herself

what she would be like
at that age,

if she had suffered,

if she had ever fallen in love.

After a while,

I just stopped asking.

Nagara-san...

Midori was...

My life too.

Today's a kiss day!

A kiss is the best medicine!

3, 2, 1,

kiss!

Dismiss!

She did say a few things,
though:

That she had insomnia,

that she was crazy
about strawberry mochis,

that she was brave
but feared people,

that she always thought
she would die young.

One thing we used
to do often together

was to visit cemeteries
on Sundays.

I would follow her

while she found certain tombs

and would clean the tombstones
conscientiously.

She never told me who
those tombstones belonged to.

And I didn't ask.

The silence that reigns
in a cemetery in summer

is unlike any other silence
in the world.

We never broke that silence.

Nagara-san,

do you want me
to go to the bathroom and...

No.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LOvE ME
AS I LOvED YOU?"

Are you all right?

I cannot imagine a world
in which my daughter is dead...

And this man

remains alive.

It's unbearable for me.

While she is no longer.

The idea of him still breathing,

laughing...

Eating.

I know that I cannot.

Leave it in my hands.

I'll take care of everything.

She liked music,

but she never told me about
any group or any singer

or how many versions

of Someone to Watch Over Me

she had in her iPod.

I know that she went in to work
at 7:00 in the evening

and finished
at 5:30 in the morning.

But I knew nothing

of what she thought about
during these hours.

She never told me
if at any given time

of those long nights,

at about 4:00 in the morning,
at that strange cold hour,

her heart tightened

and she asked herself if
there was any point to it all.

Listening to her footsteps
and breathing

in the solitude of my room,

I asked myself as well.

Hello?

Murakami-san gave me
this telephone number.

Yes.

I have a photograph
and his address.

Yes.

All right,
the first half in advance.

At 7:00? Where?

Okay, I'll be there.

With the first half?
I'll bring it.

Good morning, David.

Hi, morning.

Thank you.

It's good.

Hey, come on.
What's wrong?

It's good.
I don't need your help.

I can open my own door.

I tell you a million times.

It's okay.

There are three cases missing.

You want me to ring them?

No, I'll do it.
I'll do it.

Okay.

Okay, ring them.
Ring them.

It'll be better.

Yoshi?

What?

Thank you.

No problem.

Come on, you're gonna
catch something.

Let's go inside.

Yes.

Shall we go somewhere else?

Somewhere else?
What for?

Excuse me.

This is the first time.
I've never...

I've got tickets.

Welcome.

Thank you very much.

It's all there...

The money and the information.

Right.

Don't you want to know why...

Well, the circumstances.

Circumstances?

Yes...

why we want this man.

The circumstances
don't bother me.

No?

How would that change things?

Would I do my work better
if I knew the circumstances?

No.

I suppose not.

There's nothing I want to know.

The only thing that interests me
is if it's a recent photograph,

if the address is correct,

and that you haven't miscounted
the money in the envelope.

I haven't miscounted it.

Good.

When...

When do you think
you'll do the job?

Whenever possible.

Will you tell me when?

And the second half?

I'll call you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Welcome.

Welcome.

May I help you?

Sorry?

Forgive me.

My Japanese is terrible.

May I help you?

Are you learning Japanese?

For two years,
but I'm a disaster.

We Spanish are terrible
with languages.

But I swear I am trying.

I'm really trying.

Are you looking for anything
in particular?

I want a red wine
but not heavy one.

I understand.

Something light
but with body, right?

I have a couple of wines here
that are quite interesting.

Look.

This is an amazing wine,

not really well known,
but very...

it's very airy.

I always drink it with ramen
or chicken yakitori.

It's a very sensual wine.

Sensual?

Yes.

I didn't know
there were sensual wines.

Why not?

Everything can be sensual.

How about this one?

This one,
it's a more classic wine.

A good wine, but...

But what?

I think that this one
is what you are looking for.

How do you know
what I'm looking for?

I don't know.

I suppose because it's my job.

Yes, but I have no idea
about wines.

So it's too easy.

No.

That's not possible.

You look as if you know
about wines.

Believe me.

When did it happen?

When did Ryu start

to see something special
in that man?

When he told her he knew
what she was looking for?

Or when he said,
"Your money is worthless here,"

and she felt the warmth
of his hand against hers,

which were always cold?

Would you like to have dinner
with me tonight?

Why?

Why do you want
to have dinner with me tonight?

I can't dine alone tonight.

If I dine alone,
I'll drink too much.

And if I drink too much,
I'll get terribly sad.

And if I get terribly sad,
I'll cry,

and I'll think of all
the reasons I have

for committing hara-kiri.

You're asking me
to save your life.

Yes.

I wonder what Ryu felt

while crossing the street

with a picture of him

ripped to pieces in her pocket.

I know. I know.

You're supposed to be noisy
eating ramen,

but it's ill-mannered in Spain.

Look.

I'm a pig.

Yes, you are.

Now I know.

It was the first time
they laughed together.

That's when it all began.

My girlfriend loved pachinko.

She always said it was

a thousand times
more relaxing than yoga,

that with it,
she managed to forget.

She spent hours here,
the whole day.

She sometimes won.

Why do you speak
in the past tense?

Has she left you?

In a certain way.

She committed suicide
a month ago.

She slashed her wrists
in the bathtub.

She also liked karaoke.

She would always sing
Like a Virgin,

and I sang Enjoy the Silence
very badly.

Both of us sang terribly badly.

But that's the fun
about karaoke, no?

To sing badly.

I did everything I could.

I came here.

That wasn't any big deal.

I like this city.

I always wanted
to live here in Tokyo.

When I was a kid,
I loved everything Japanese,

cartoons, food,
pictures, films.

I don't know why.

And the adventure has been...

I tried to understand her.

I swear I tried.

But nothing was enough
for Midori.

Never enough.

I talk a lot, huh?

No, not at all.

All this rubbish
about the difference

between the Japanese
and the rest of the world.

We aren't so different.

Men are the same jerks
in all countries.

I've only spoken about myself

and haven't asked you
anything at all about you,

if you live alone
or with somebody,

where you work,

the things you like.

I work the night shift
at the fish market.

Tonight is my night off.

And what do you do?

In the market, I mean.

Not much.

And do you like it?

You really like questions, huh?

I love them.

Once I met a monk
who was a real cinema fan.

He watched two films every day.

It was terrible
for his meditation.

How can you trust a guy
who spends all day in a cinema?

Do you want us going there?

Why not?

Yes, why not?

What kind of answer is that?

Do you, or don't you?

Yes.

We came here every Thursday.

She was almost happy here,
Midori.

I'm going to shower.

No.

Just sit here.

Do you want us going there?

Why not?

Yes, why not?

What kind of answer is that?

Do you, or don't you?

Yes.

Why not?

Why not?

Fancy a mochi?

Are you sure?

It's no trouble for me
to get you one next door.

Seeing her there
so close to me

but with her thoughts
so far away

caused me a pain
that is difficult to describe.

I never wanted so much

to be someone else.

What do you want?

Nothing.

I don't want to lie to you.

Don't you?

I want to be honest with you.

That's really scary.

I think about her, you know?

When I'm fucking you,
I'm thinking about her.

We played this game.

She would say,
"Please, the first finger. "

Please, the first finger.

"Please, the second finger. "

Please, the second finger.

"The third, please. "

The third, please.

"The fourth. "

The fourth.

"The fifth. "

The fifth.

"And the sixth. "

Are you hungry?

What would you like?

Japanese girl

Getting me worried

She asked me how

To go to some place

I taught her the way

To go

And then stayed there
watching her

Walking away

Walking away

Walking away

Suddenly I began

Watching the buildings around

As if I was a tourist
in my town

In my town

In my town

The boards of the shrine say:

"Grant me a child,

"a husband,

"a fiancee,

"a car, money,

"fame, happiness,

health. "

Ryu wished for none
of these things that day.

Ishida-san?

I would like to speak
to Nagara-san, if it's possible.

What has happened?

Will he be long in hospital?

I see.

Pay him my respects.

Please.

See you soon.

Bye.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, look at Midori!

Look at Midori!

Ryu never spoke to me
of this man,

the wine shop owner.

But ever since she met him,

there was a new sparkle
in her eyes.

Only her silence was the same.

We are forgetting
about the elephant in the room:

The dollar is in free fall,

and the world is collapsing
in front of our eyes.

In top of that,
we cannot overlook

we have made the mistake
of commissioning these reports

from an international
American company,

and in passing,
I must remark,

they have been
obscenely expensive.

I demand an explanation
from the board regarding this.

Gondo-san, it was at this
same table six months ago

that everyone voted in favor
of commissioning

the provision of these reports
from the Waterholmes company,

as has been done
for the last ten years

and without complaint to date.

Another thing to point out

is that our Nagara Company
is holder of,

as I suppose Gondo-san is aware,

whose board of directors
is made up entirely

of Japanese citizens.

I don't wish
to seem disrespectful,

but if we spend a fortune
on these reports,

it is because we are willing

to believe what
the market experts tell us.

Otherwise...

Excuse me.

Nagara-san.

She must have been
about seven

when we took her
to Ocean Dome in Miyazaki.

Midori was

so happy going into the water...

Splashing about
in her new bathing suit.

She was happy...

Yelling
when the waves came in.

And suddenly,

her face changed, and she
came running out of the water,

seeking refuge inside her towel.

The directors are waiting.

"Midori, why were you crying?"
I asked her on the way back.

"Did the water scare you?"

And she said,

"No, Dad.
I was crying...

Because I was too happy
and couldn't bear it. "

Nagara-san, you must rest.

I will take you home.

If you had told her
that you loved her,

everything
could have been so different.

I've never seen you...

Smile like that.

Like what? How?

I've never seen you draw a koala
with soya sauce.

People change.

We all change.

Things change.

No.

People don't change.

Things maybe do.

But people don't.

Really?

No.

Break the silence.

Yes?

I told you not to ring me.

I know we have a deal.

But deals can be undone.

That is the rule.

Don't call me again.

I said don't call me again.

I cut myself.

That's why I'm late.

It doesn't matter.

I'm a disaster.

Anyone can cut themselves.

No.

I don't mean it for that.

I don't want to hear this.

Sooner or later,
you have to hear it.

We have to talk.

That's what people do
apart from fucking and eating.

Why do we have to talk?

What do you mean, "Why?"

Listen...

I'm not gonna listen to you.

I don't want to listen to you.

I don't need a speech now.

I'm tired.

I'm hungry, and I'm cold.

I shouldn't have asked you
to come.

I'm sorry.

I'm not in the mood
for anything.

I shouldn't have come.

But I'm here.

Forgive me.

Come here.

I don't want to.

I promise
I won't make a speech.

Come here.

Do you promise?

I swear I won't.

Come here.

Come here.

Get your panties off.

I thought that you weren't
in the mood for anything.

Well, for some things.

As you said, you were cold.

Sit here.

Where?

On top of me.

In my face,

just until you get warmed up.

You taste of lemon.

Today's anger day!

Let's release
all your stress and anger!

3, 2, 1...

Get angry!

Stop!

Dismiss!

I'm going to give you back
the money.

I said that I would do the job,
and now I'm saying that I'm not.

Are you going to go
to the police, then?

Listen, I'm offering
to give you back the money

Nobody is going
to force me

to do something
I don't want to do.

Nobody at all.

Why don't you just shut up?
Shut up, for fuck's sake!

Yoshi.

Yeah?

You like this, don't you?

Yes, of course.

V ery much so.

I've learned a lot
since I've been here.

I thought...

I'm thinking that after all
that's happened,

I thought...

I just wanted to know
if you'd like to...

if you'd be interested
in running the shop.

Run the shop?

Or buy the business off me.

We could reach an agreement.

But you don't have to decide
at the moment.

But I thought you like
being here.

I would feel better
if I knew that the shop

was run by you.

I could think all this
has been worthwhile,

all this time here.

And what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I have no idea.

But I could do things properly.

I'll try, at least.

I want to talk with Nagara-san.

Midori's father?

Yeah.

Why do you want to talk to a man
who never said a word to you?

That's not true.

Once he said a word to me.

He said "asshole. "

"Asshole"?

Asshole.

I know that it's none
of my business

and even risking blowing up
the ideas you Westerners have

of Oriental discretion,

but I'm gonna do it.

Midori believed her own films.

Midori didn't commit suicide
because you didn't love her

or didn't know
how to make her happy

or because you were
half an hour late on a date

or because you looked

ten seconds too long
at a waitress.

Midori committed suicide

to upset her father
and you along the way too.

I don't think that
reason enough

for it to keep on
fucking up your life

after her death.

You seem to have thought
a lot about this.

Midori was ill.

But she was that kind
of ill person

who wanted to be ill,

that kind of ill person
who wanted to, you know,

take down everybody
that loved her.

There are people
in the world like that,

men and women,
people who poison your life.

I loved her, you know?

She didn't love anyone.

Well, that, we'll never know,
will we?

No, I suppose not.

Hey, man, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have told you
any of this.

By the way,

who's that girl
with the black long hair

and straight hair right here
and...

Is that... you know,
is that a new girlfriend?

No, she's nobody.

Nobody?

Nobody.

I sometimes wonder

if Ryu would have wanted me
to do something for her...

If, way down deep inside,

she was asking

for something more

than my silent company.

I know there are voices
coming from the Edo times

trapped in the dark spaces
between Tokyo buildings.

Maybe the words are different,

but Ryu was right

when she said
people never change.

Nagara-san, it's David here.

I only wanted to tell you
that I'm leaving Japan.

I know that you probably
never want to see me again...

That you blame me

for Midori's death.

But I want you to know

that I loved your daughter.

Good-bye.

Words like violence
break the silence

Come crashing in
into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand

Oh, my little girl

All I ever wanted,
all I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

Hello.

So this is what you do
to stop yourself thinking.

Uh-huh.

It looks fun.

Yeah, really fun.

I've come...

If you've come
for sushi tasting,

it starts later on.

No.

After having been here
for three years,

I still can't get used
to having sushi for breakfast.

Or make a noise
eating ramen.

Or make a noise
eating ramen, yeah.

Why you've come here?

Don't you want to get changed?

Don't you like my uniform?

Yes, I've always liked
women in uniform:

Nurses, policewomen,
fish market girls.

Have you come to say good-bye?

No.

Well, yes.

Uh-huh.

I've come to say good-bye
and to thank you.

You don't have to thank me
for anything.

Yes, I have to thank you.

Without you, I don't know
what I might have done.

You don't have to thank me.

We've gone a few times
to a love hotel.

You've made me try
interesting wines.

We've eaten ramen.

We fucked 'cause you missed
your girlfriend.

That's all.

Anyway, I would have liked to...

I don't know...

to have known you
in another time in my life.

It would have been great.

I like you,

and I realize
I know nothing about you.

It's better that way.

If we you had got to know me,
you wouldn't like me.

No.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

Say my name.

Ryu.

Say it more times.

Ryu.

Ryu.

Ryu.

One dove

You're the one
I've been waiting for

Through the dark fall

The nightmare's
the lonely nights

Days after Ryu's death,

they reopened the marketplace
for the tourists.

On their part,

the employees forgot,
little by little,

about what had happened,

although no one knew
what had really happened.

One dove

To bring me some peace

In starlight
you came from the other side

To offer me mercy,
mercy, mercy

One dove

I'm the one
you've been waiting for

I tried not to think
how different

things could have been
between them,

because it's too late.

Perhaps it was too late

from the beginning.

I see things
you were too tired

You were too scared
to see

I know that Ryu
would have liked to know

that, when he returned
to Barcelona,

there was a while
in which he knew

neither who he was
nor where he was,

just thinking about the girl
with the long hair

who loved strawberry mochis.

Later on,

he opened up
a shop of Japanese products

and served, every Friday,
tastings of sake.

David, are you coming?

Coming.

To bring me some peace

In starlight
you came from the other side

To offer me mercy,
mercy, mercy

One dove

And he started a new life.

But he has kept in his heart

a secret room in the shape
of an underground wagon

where Ryu always waited
for him.