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Where's your mother?
- Away.

Again?

Wanna go somewhere?

I want to see the sea.

In Chabarowsk: wind from northeast, light breeze,
cloudy, atmospheric pressure at 998 millibar

- Was your mother there?
- No.

Wanna go grab a bite?

At first, he was in a ball mode,
and gave two walks

but he's given up no hits
to the Giants so far.

Now it's the ninth batter
for the reliever.

He hit it! This has to be a home run!

Lyttle gives up! Home run!

Come to think of it I've never
met your mother.

What is she like?

A hostess.

- What about your father?
- Don't have one.

Do you come here often?

From time to time.

On Wednesdays.

I see.

Did you hear the piano?

Up to where could it be heard?

- You could hear it from the entrance
of this lot. - I see.

It's a beautiful sight.
I always look at it while playing.

It's really nice. There are also
planes in the sky.

- Do you play any instruments?
- Yeah.

- What?
- Trumpet.

I see.

What kind of music do you play?

Jazz.

There's all kinds of jazz.

Yeah...

I'm into Free Jazz.
I guess the 60s stuff.

- The 60s, huh?
- Yeah.

There's also some from
the late 50's, isn't there.

Yeah...

It really soaks in, doesn't it?

Becomes a habit.

- It never wears off, does it?
- It never does.

The strange sounds in
those days were great.

It's not showy.

Right.

It's as if... rolling slowly.

Is the child alright? It's late.

She's alright.
It's not that chilly tonight.

Is she your daughter?

No, she's from my neighborhood.

A latchkey child.

No father, the mother's a hostess.

She's alone most of the time.

- Do you have any children?
- No, I don't.

- A wife?
- Not at the moment.

There was one in the past?

There was.

Why did you break up?

Well, for various reasons.

She just left.

Oh, she managed to escape?

Well, I guess that's right.

What would you do if I'd suddenly
start to strangle you?

Sounds pretty scary.

Are you such a person?

Only on Wednesdays.

Just kidding.

Going on a trip with such a child
is a good thing, isn't it?

TSURUYA

Stop talking nonsense!

His face? He's a nice person.
He really is.

I'll call you back later. Bye.

- Can you call on your own?
- Yes.

Mai? Where are you?
At Granny's?

No, with a man.

A man? Who? Mr. Mizuki?

- No.
- Mr. Uchida?

- No.
- Let me speak to Mr. Uchida.

Aren't you married?

Will you marry me, Mai?

I won't get married.

Why?

I hate children.

Oh...

Mai!

Where will it open up next?
Where?

Which one?
Which one will open up?

I don't know! Don't know!

Too many going in.

Oh! There are some more!

There!

You're a pro, aren't you?

- Look!

- I can do it.
- You can?

- Yes.
- You did it.

- Are fireworks scary?
- Yes.

Beautiful.

Why is it scary?
Because it makes that sound?

- No.
- It's not the sound?

- No.
- Why else?

Because it's hot?

Wanna try this one?

- A different one?
- Yeah.

What about this one?
Or this?

- Shall we try this one?
- Yes.

- I can do this one.
- Alright.

Look!

Mine's not lit up.

Make a circle with it.
Let's make some eyeballs.

- That's right. Is it pretty?
- Yeah.

- It leaves traces.
- It does.

- It looks round, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

- It's over.
- It's over?

- Yeah.
- Alright. It has become dark.

- Are you lonely?
- No.

In Madrid, you can see real flamenco.

At night, when guitar strings glint,
people start clapping their hands

to enjoy the passionate dance.

The night goes on with
the triple rhythm.

The guitar makes an intense,
melancholic sound.

The dancer performs an energetic
dance to the sound.

And they work the audience
into a state of excitement.

A flamenco dance under
the starry sky.

Madrid at night is a perfect
place for flamenco.

And all people, daughters-in-law
and mothers-in-law,

boyfriends and girlfriends,
talk about flamenco.

Somebody died.

But we won't die, right?

Everybody dies!

Mommy too?

- Everybody has to say bye bye.
- Liar.

My old man doesn't drink or smoke.

- You smoke?
- Yeah.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Good?
- Yes.

- Does it really taste good?
- Yes, it really does.

It doesn't just go up in smoke

That's just the old man talking.

- How about a drink?
- Yes.

Thank you very much.

- Good?
- Yes.

Is it really good?

Yes, it is.

Yes, it's so good.

But you get sober soon, no?

- Yes.
- That's also the old man talking.

"I don't touch that stuff. A farmer
doesn't do wasteful things," he says.

And what about women?

Don't have one. Well, I tend to like them.

- Like them?
- Yeah.

When my old man was young,
there was a brothel nearby.

And he went there, just once.

"It was great."

"Really, really great," he said.

So I said: "With mom at home,
what a waste."

He said: "A farmer doesn't do
wasteful things."

Why did he say that?

It has been 30 years since that day.

"But..."

"That scent, those beautiful clothes."

"I still remember everything," he says.

"For 30 years, every single day!
That's a bargain!"

"A farmer doesn't do wasteful things."

He told me to go have a look myself.

- But there's no red light district, is there?
- No.

Not anymore.

Well... I'm just not cut out
to be a farmer.

Why is that?

I like to drink, I like to smoke.

And I'm addicted to women.

Want another one?

That's a really beautiful piece.

Sounds like autumn.

- Is it jazz?
- For the most part.

Daddy plays the piano very well,
doesn't he?

We're on a bike trip.
We come from Tokyo.

From Tokyo...

It's wonderful a father travels
by bike with his daughter.

Parents and children these days
don't really pull together, do they?

I am a fish.

The ship is sinking!

- I've been to a bathhouse before.
- With who?

With Mommy.

Shall we go back home?

PLEASE LOOK OUT FOR THIS CHILD

Hey, hey.

- Hello.
- Where're you from?

From Tokyo.

Tokyo...

- You smell like Tokyo.
- Oh, really?

I was all alone in here
before you came.

Do you know which song I sang?

No idea.

It was Only You.

Hey, what did you do in 1963?

- In 1963?
- Yeah.

Well, I was a third year
high school student.

I was a star back then.

Never seen me before?

- No.
- I'm not kidding!

They marketed my face in profile.

Not sure if you know this, but there was
a detective called Danny Boyd.

He was famous for
his left-side profile.

Look...see this line right here?
If you look at it like this, you can tell, right?

They often showed it in close-up.

If you look from this angle
you recognize my face, right?

I'm not lying!
I'm serious!

I always carry this newspaper
clipping with me.

Look at this.

Don't touch or it'll get wet.
Look, that's me!

It's a bit old.
But that's really me.

- See? I was awesome.
- Yeah...

Grew tired of it, though.

You might not know this, but the
showbiz world really wears you out.

You always have to keep laughing.

Always have to put on a smiling face.

I had enough.

It wasn't because I ruined my body.

- But I'm going back pretty soon.
- What?

I'm coming back! No lie!

- To Tokyo?
- Yeah.

Requests from production companies
are coming in lately.

You know, a famous foreign writer
wrote a novel based on me.

- You heard of him? Ernest Hemingway.
- Yes.

It's called The Sun Also Rises.

- I'm really serious.
- Yes.

- Come on, look at me.
- Yes.

- I feel dizzy.
- To be honest, I'm a lonely guy.

Look, we got to know each
other by chance.

- Look, you live in Tokyo, right?
- Yes.

- Which area?
- Um...in the Shitamachi area.

Shitamachi, huh?
Had a lot of autograph sessions there.

Back when I wasn't popular,
I would go to neighborhood festivals

and get a food box and
two bottles of booze.

When things finally took off,
it was quite splendid.

At the upscale restaurants
they called me sensei.

So, you're from Shitamachi, huh?

So, you're common people.

Well, you can say that.

I spent so much time in Tokyo,
but I hardly saw any common folks.

- Really?
- So that's what common people are like.

- What?
- I'm going back soon.

- Come visit me sometime.
- Yes.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

When I get back,

I'll let my manager know, that he
has to let your calls through,

because we met here.

I'll stop by sometime.

Thanks.

Wait!

Wanna take this too?

Is it alright?

Going back to Tokyo?

Not sure... Well, I'll head back
sooner or later.

Passengers taking the Express No.8
for Ueno, please go in the ticket gates.

Here's your lunch box.
And this is your ticket.

With this you can go to Tokyo.

When you arrive in Tokyo,
call your mommy.

Yes.

If she's not there
you call your granny.

Yes.

Got it?

Well, let's go.

Tokyo is the last stop.
You stay on the train until then.

Don't forget to call.

Mommy might not be home. In that case
you call your granny. Got it?

Got it?

Where does the express train stop next?
- In Inawashiro.

Could you get me there quickly?
- Not sure if we'll make it.

- You must be hungry, Mai.
- Yes.

We did well, coming back
from there together, didn't we?

Once, I was giving a ride
to the boss's nephew.

No, it was his niece, no,
his nephew. No, his niece.

Forget about that.
Talk about a prettier woman.

Hey, that's enough.
Drop it now.

Stay quiet, you virus.

- Boss!

Quiet. Be quiet!

- Summertime.
- Sanma time...

Where did the Pacific saury go?

- Boss...
- You were bleeding after that.

Boss, look over here for a second!

Are you making a fool of me?

You were lucky not to fracture something.

That's an amazing woman!

Mikan Kiyokawa.
Right, Mikan Kiyokawa.

No, not Kiyokawa.

- That ugly hag!
- She's a good woman!

She was on her honeymoon
and still came to say hello.

Said her husband was waiting at the hotel.

Where did the Pacific saury go?

Hey! Hey! Saké!

- A middle-aged rocker!
- Sake!

- Look, a middle-aged Rocker!
- Hey, come in!

- Chairman! Hey, come here!
- Come in!

Hey, young fella!
Just come here!

You know this guy?

Young fella! You like motorcycles?

- Over here!
- Motorcycles!

Who the hell is this guy?

C'mon have a drink with us!
Just one, here you go!

- Who's he?
- Just one cup!

You like motorcycles?

Don't worry, he's our buddy.

What's with this guy,
crashing other people's parties?

Sing 'Summertime'!

No, enough of Summertime!

Let this guy sing a song!
- Sing a song! Sing!

Make him drink! Drink!

Drink up! Drink!

Sing! Sing!

Go man, sing over there!

Sing!

Hurry up!

- Sing properly!
- Yes.

- Seriously.
- Fight! Fight!

Stop! Stop!

Is the room not too cold?

No, it's just right.

You're so cute!

Going to sleep next to daddy?

- We're not sleeping together!
- You're not?

He's not my father.

He's not your father?
How come?

Well, I'm something like a kidnapper.

Oh, really?

Yes!

Don't say things like that.

Your dad is puzzled.
You must not say such things.

Is there anything else
I can do for you?

That would be all, thanks.

- Have a good rest then.
- Thank you.

Good night.

A bit more like...
A bit softer here.

How old is she?

- Do you want to do the same?
- Same.

- Mind if I join you?
- Please.

- It's chilly.
- Yes.

That 'W' on your chest,
does it stand for Waseda University?

No, no.

'Wrangler'?
No...

'Walt Disney'?

I'm rather not the man who
always thinks of his old days.

Well, that's what I think.

The old days? I wonder when they
ended, roughly speaking.

There's a mania and melancholy, right?

And those two...

Well, both maladies
break time, don't they?

Mania turns everything
into present tense.

Melancholy, on the other hand,
disposes of the future.

So whatever you say
turns into past tense.

"Oh, I should've done it like this."

"Ah, I shouldn't have done that."

"The future is bound to the past."

Well, that's how Binswanger
says it is.

What do you think?

I'm sorry.

Hurray!

Hurray!

Wa-se-da!

Hurray!

Hurray! Hurray! Wa-se-da!

Hurray! Hurray! Wa-se-da!

What are you doing?

We now come to the case of the girl
abducted in Tamagawa last month.

After she disappeared without a trace,
there's concern for her well-being.

The criminal Morita and Mai,
the so-called latchkey-child,

have been acquainted for a
longer period of time,

however, there's no connection between
Morita and the absent mother.

Furthermore, according to
neighborhood witnesses,

Morita was seen buying
little Mai toys and meals,

and treating her in an overall
affectionate manner.

She has long hair and was wearing
blue overalls and a white T-shirt.

Further, she was probably carrying
a big stuffed gorilla.

Morita, a band musician, who
had been out of work lately,

had often be seen
visiting Pachinko parlors.

According to an eye-witness,
the two of them left on a bicycle.

The police are investigating
their whereabouts.

Excuse me!

Mr. Oden-seller.

- By "Mr. Oden-seller" you mean me?
- Yes.

I hate it when somebody
labels me like that.

Or should I say it rather
troubles me.

Why...why is that?
- Yesterday I was selling Ramen here.

- Right here?
- Yeah.

I write song lyrics, too!

And, you know...

I write Haiku.

How can I say this...

Business is rarely done on
mutual agreement.

It sometimes happens that you
want to buy some Oden,

but I don't feel like selling any.

And then, when I want to sell Oden,

you're thinking "I'm full.
I really don't want any Oden today."

So I think it's best if I do business
half-heartedly and earn a living.

I once wondered what was the least
important thing in the world,

and I thought it was jewelry.

Jewelry is insignificant, isn't it?
You can do without stuff like that.

But there are people
who don't think so.

Some people think that those things
are not insignificant at all.

In fact, I used to be the president
of a jewelry company.

- A jewelry company?
- Yes, but I quit.

To run an Oden stall?
- No.

I'd like to put down "Lots of"
into the field of occupation.

Or "various", or "many different" occupations.

But there isn't such an occupation.
So I have to fill in "none" there for now.

And what's yours?

- I'm a "Traveler".
- "Traveler"?

- A "Traveler".
- Hmm, traveler.

Traveler as an occupation.
That may be good, too.

Do you prefer traveling
with a companion?

- You couldn't be at ease?
- No, it's not like that.

- So?
- Yes, it depends on the partner.

Are things going well
with you now?

Yes, pretty well.
- I see.

- It's written across your face.
- Really?

A drink?

Want one?
- A drink would be fine!

I'll treat you to some sake.
Where's it? Oh, it's here.

There are so many different bottles.
I'm not always happy with them.

It's really troublesome.

Now, I'm no longer an Oden stall keeper,
but a customer.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Bon Voyage as they say, you know?
- I know.

- I was in France for a long time.
- In France? - Yes, jewel-related.

Want to hop on?

I'll give you a ride again next time.

Alright!

Here you go.

And now the weather.

A continental high atmospheric pressure system
is heading east in the vicinity of Japan.

Temporarily, a winter pressure pattern
is getting stronger.

This morning skies, are clearing up in
Northern Japan along the Pacific Ocean.

All other areas, will be mostly cloudy.

It's a fearsome story.

Did you read it in the paper
this morning?

What?

The kidnapping.

He's got a 5 or 6 year old girl with him,
demanding 300 million yen.

Well, that's an inconceivable amount.

I heard, that in Italy...

...they have an abduction insurance.
- Really?

I wonder.

I wonder if it works.

A beard would look good on you.

You think so?

You look good with a beard.

How about letting it grow?

A public notice.

Young people these days don't know
how to greet properly.

They all go to perm parlors.

It's a real problem.

Where do you usually go?

I'm going to a parlor in Tokyo.

Oh, in Tokyo?
- Yes.

I see.

Good day, here are
the news at noon.

This autumn's strongest cold front
has hit Japan.

Temperatures dropped severely
this morning.

Plain areas in Western Japan have seen
the first frost of the year.

My love for you is jealousy

What's this, Kramer vs. Kramer?

Stop it already! You're always
bullying people with that toy.

I'm going home. Mori-sensei,
let's split the bill later.

- I'll drink up the bottle.
- Bye bye!

- Bye.
- See you tomorrow.

- Welcome.
- Can I let the child sleep over there?

Yes, I guess so.

Did you run away from home
with your child? - Yes.

Welcome, please have a seat.

- Mizuwari?

No, do you have Cointreau?

Coin... Cointreau?

I'm sorry...

Oh well, I'll have
a bottle of whiskey then.

- Yes.
- And some soda water.

Yes, soda water.
Here's the bottle.

I'd like to know more about it, Mori-sensei.

- How the story continued?
- Yes, it was really interesting.

Remember Moyoko from Shinden?
She was your student.

- Right.
- She was also mine, though.

- Four years ago?
- That's right.

She married into a wealthy family and
moved to Denenchofu in Tokyo.

I was worried, so I called her.

As you know from yourself, we finish
sentences with beshita.

- Yes, we do around here.
- A local habit.

On the phone, she used elaborated
expressions like zamasu.

But despite that, she still finished her
sentences with beshita after all.

You can't shake off
the local dialect.

That poor thing.

Well, living in the upper class
is really tough.

- Yeah.
- Denenchofu.

- My nails have grown.
- Huh?

Kyoko!
- Yes!

Well, you know Playboy, the magazine?
- Yeah.

Do you know why they use
a rabbit as their logo?

Because it's cute?

No, women don't know anything.

- That's not the reason?
- No!

- So why do they use it?
- Because only humans and rabbits

can reproduce anytime.

Other species do it too, but only humans and
rabbits think about reproduction all the time.

Because it's a symbol of sex,
Hefner chose it as logo.

- That's difficult.
- Isn't it?

When girls travel abroad some of them
wear clothes with the rabbit logo,

trying to be stylish.

They all wear identical clothes.

But that's like a message saying
they're ready to do it.

- I wonder if I should do the same.
- Do it with me?

Are you kidding?

By the way, biology teachers
are perverts.

So was my biology teacher.

Yes, but not everybody is like that.

- Seriously.
- Yes.

High school teachers these days...

They have to deal with smoking,
sniffing paint thinner,

motorcycles, accidental pregnancies.

It's really tough.

They stand on the front line.
Not all of them are perverts.

I see.

- Mori-sensei.
- Yes.

- Shall we go home?
- Already?

Well then, put it on my tab.

And keep this bottle for me.
- I'll look after it.

Take care, it's cold outside.

Kyoko, you can go home too.

- Thank you very much, Madame.
- I'll walk you home.

Thanks!

Please excuse me, goodbye.

- Are you closing?
- No, don't worry.

This area... is really quiet.

Your daughter can sleep upstairs
if you want.

Is it alright?

There's nobody there.

Okay.

I'm tired.

Customers traveling by car,
please make sure to stop your engines.

Put on the hand brake and come to
the reception on the third floor.

- I want to become an adult.
- What?

Mai, shall we go back to Tokyo?

I want to see the snow.

- Are you well-versed in cameras?
- Not really.

This is a great one.

This... is a valuable antique.

- You see, this is a 1930 Rolleicord.
- I see.

It is Made in Germany.

Owning one of these is truly great.

Well... I'll take it.
- I see.

I must have a case for it somewhere.

- Please handle it with care.
- Yes.

Well, thank you very much.

Let's go.

Here we go, Mai!

Alright! Try to smile
like a model this time!

Ready?

Smile a bit more.

Got it.

Take some snow and
hold it like this.

Yeah, like that.
Try to throw it over here.

OK!

You see, the old guy in there
is turning it around.

It's not me.

The old guy turns it around,
and so my fingers are turned around.

Make a nice face! Smile!

Produced by
Shiro Sasaki (ATG)
& Mineko Okamoto

Executive Producer
Yosuke Taga

Written & Directed
by Shinpei Asai

Cast:
Tamori
Mai Yamato
Nagaharu Yodogawa
Yosuke Yamashita
Yumiko Fujita
Kaori Momoi
Takuzo Kawatani
Keiko Takeshita

Chin Naito
Bisaku Sato
Hideo Murota
Nobuko Miyamoto
Hajime Sawatari
Juzo Itami
Fumio Watanabe
George Tokoro

Isao Yoneyama
Kazuko Yoshiyuki
Jinpachi Nezu
Kyoko Takami
Kenichi Mori
Kappa Seno
Hosei Komatsu
(in order of appearance)

Music by
Yosuke Yamashita