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A NIKKATSU PRESENTATION

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND In this painting of various squares,

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND the translucent warm hues and orderly squares create an odd harmony

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND and stabilize it like it's hanging in the air.

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND But what chaos would appear

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND if an intense striking red were thrown into this painting?

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND Not only in the painting, but in the viewers' minds,

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND how would the image fragments develop?

FLORA ON THE SAND

Clouds over Bor

Planning: Shizuo Sakagami Original Story: Junnosuke Yoshiyuki Clouds over Bor

Clouds over Bor

Screenplay: Ichiro Ikeda, Akira Kato, Ko Nakahira Clouds over Bor

Clouds over Bor

Cinematography: Yoshihiro Yamazaki Lighting: Masahiro Takashima Clouds over Bor

Fire Wind

Art Direction: Yasuhiro Otsuru Music: Toshiro Mayuzumi Fire Wind

Fire Wind

Recording: Fumio Hashimoto Editing: Osamu Inoue Fire Wind

Black Still at the Place

Starring Black Still at the Place

Black Still at the Place

Noboru Nakaya Kazuko Inano Mieko Nishio Black Still at the Place

Before the Snow

Masaya Takahashi Kimiko Fukuda Teruko Kishi Before the Snow

Before the Snow

Setsuko Amamiya Reiko Tanigawa Kikuyo Suda Fumiko Arita Makiko Aoi Before the Snow

The Place of the Twins

Asao Koike Hiroshi Fujino The Place of the Twins

The Place of the Twins

Takashi Koshiba Tatsuya Hamaguchi Kinzo Shin The Place of the Twins

Both Lost Their Way

Directed by: Ko Nakahira Both Lost Their Way

There's a narrow park by the water near the port.

Ichiro Igi, cosmetics salesman.

He is about to recall something.

An idea for a mystery. Its prologue.

"The Weapon." A dying man and his young wife who nurses him.

Even after the man dies, he won't stop being the protagonist.

His wife was always faithful to him.

But the seams and gaps of her demeanor

exude a warm sexuality like secretions.

She might not realize it now,

but the accumulation of cells glowing dim like lava will arouse her someday.

The protagonist envies the man who will monopolize his wife.

He begins to hate this man whom he knows nothing about.

and he secretly swears revenge against him.

Of course, revenge means killing the man monopolizing her.

To do so, she must become the weapon.

This prologue has a certain meaning for him.

It's the relationship between him and his late father.

Your father died how many years ago?

I think it's been 22... no, 23 years now.

Time flies. 30-something years was way too young.

but he worked and lived it up,

so he left nothing undone in his short lifetime.

I hear he loved food and women.

Yeah, he sure lived flamboyantly.

Mr. Yamada, were my father and Emiko intimate?

Emiko?

You mean your wife?

Well, she was stunning back then and he used to paint her.

So did they have relations?

Relations?

Sexual relations.

Are you kidding? She was just a kid.

No, she was 17 years old.

17 years old?

I guess if she were a geisha, she'd be old enough to come of age.

But Emiko was a proper young woman.

Don't play innocent. It's no big deal.

I just want to know the truth.

I'm not. I've just never considered it before.

So Emiko was 17...

My father would have been 34 at the time. I was 14.

I see.

I guess he could have done it, but...

How old are you now, by the way?

I'm 37.

My father died at 34.

Oh, so...

You're older than your father now?

I guess you're right.

So he was really sowing his wild oats.

You're the spitting image of your late father. Exactly alike.

It's been 23 years since you died,

but you're still hanging around.

This tower is 106 m high.

The observatory is 100 m above ground.

The Yokohama Marine Tower overlooks the ships and harbor.

This tower was completed on January 15, 1961 to commemorate...

Say something. Why don't you say something?

The glitter is pretty like your eyes.

The headlights are moving to and fro.

They're lively like your mouth.

I love nighttime.

It's got a romantic air like you.

I love romantic things.

Mind your own business!

It's uncalled-for.

That lipstick is uncalled-for.

Why?

No man would approve of such garish lips.

Nobody is usually here at this hour. Only you.

Is that so bad?

You shouldn't be here, yet you criticize me, so it's uncalled for.

High school girls don't need lipstick.

At the foot of the tower, I take out lipstick and slather it on.

Then, I come up here and gaze at the city like this.

I gaze at it knowing that I have bright red lips.

So I'm wearing this lipstick for myself.

That's why it's so gaudy.

Why?

No reason.

Let's go dancing. Take me out.

I can't dance. Let's go have coffee.

I don't want coffee. Let's go drink.

Let's go have drinks.

You're a beautiful girl.

Are you really in high school?

I'm a senior.

Oh, well. We'll go for drinks.

What? You sound reluctant.

Lots of men come after me.

You must be glad to be with me, too.

Just take off that lipstick.

I should keep it on if we're drinking.

Nobody brings suitcases to that tower.

Were you traveling?

No.

What's in it?

Tell me what's in it.

Cosmetics.

Cosmetics? Lipstick, too?

I've got lipstick, too.

What else is in it?

Nothing else. It belongs to a cosmetics salesman.

So you've got lots of lipsticks in there?

I guess so.

But you complain when I wear lipstick. How strange.

This is starting to be fun.

You're beautiful.

And you're no longer a kid.

No.

No... no...

I'm scared... I'm scared...

What's the matter?

I don't know. It's different than usual.

No way...

I'm leaving.

I should know your address.

Then, should I tell you where I live?

No, it doesn't matter.

What do you want?

I'm sorry. Wrong person.

Oh, Igi? It's Imura. Kogure died.

Was he sick?

An accident. He died in the mountains.

Tonight's his wake. Let's meet at Kogure's.

Mr. Igi.

My condolences.

I'm his younger sister Yasuko.

Yasuko? I didn't recognize you at all.

I don't blame you. I've gained weight, haven't I?

I'd heard that you'd gotten married.

Well, yes, but my husband died two years ago.

Then, I suddenly began gaining weight.

Anyway, it's been so long. Has it been, what, 15 years now?

You're all middle-aged gentlemen.

I'm shocked. You never know when or how a woman changes.

But Yasuko's case is an exception.

Her husband died and she got fat.

It's as if she's filling up the house,

so she must have been oppressed.

Does it bother you?

Of course. I had a crush on her.

We all had crushes on her.

But it doesn't look like her husband exerted too much control over her.

In fact, their bond was probably weak.

- You think so? - Yes, I do.

Wake up.

What's wrong with you?

You're not dead, are you?

Wake up.

Emiko. You can tell me now.

You slept with my father.

Not that again. I keep telling you no.

I don't mind. It doesn't matter if you did.

I just want to know the truth.

Don't be absurd. A policeman is here.

You're Mr. Ichiro Igi?

Yes.

What is it?

Do you know Seiichi Imura?

Imura?

What about Imura?

He's being kept in custody.

He named you as his guarantor, so please come pick him up.

What did he do?

Attempted rape.

I was unlucky. No, I gave in to an urge.

Yesterday was the day Kogure died.

It was?

Maybe that's why.

I recalled his wake last night. So it was his death day.

I'd had a few drinks for work and was heading home.

I thought about Kogure's wake, then about Yasuko.

The slender, shy girl of 15 years ago.

The memories flashed before my eyes.

Before i knew it, I felt young again.

I used to grope women when I was in college.

I never told anyone, but those were my glory days.

But you used to be so shy.

Oh, you've never groped anyone before.

Well, no. I've never done anything like that.

I can understand. Gropers are shy.

Groping is the culmination of smoldering emotions.

It was the same as in college.

Curiously, women don't avoid the palms that feel them up.

But I used to be a virgin back then.

My palm was loaded with longing, even plea, for the unknown.

I tried to feel the existence of women in its entirety.

I guess women could sense the earnestness of my longing.

I see.

But not all gropers are so serious, are they?

There must be the casual ones.

Sure, they existed. And some of them were masters.

In a crowded train...

She didn't collapse because it was packed, but some master made her limp.

That's amazing.

She was amazing, too. She just gave herself up and fell over.

Such physical contact should only last until either of you get off,

and the etiquette is to stop there.

But I broke that rule yesterday.

So I guess I was the one in the wrong.

Help!

This man is trying to rape me!

That's preposterous.

The woman called back in the morning.

Said that she'd been so scared that she hallucinated it all.

So they let me go.

What a bitch.

No, I thought about it overnight, and she was right.

Such acts belong in adolescence as a twisted desire for women.

A desire towards men exist in women's hearts, too.

So these desires come together as if possessed.

It's something that has to end when reality sets in.

I felt so middle-aged when I realized that.

Middle-aged, huh?

You're all middle aged gentlemen.

Baby's Breath Seeds

Wow, you still have these? They bring back memories.

They do, don't they?

Flowers will cover our yard if you plant them all.

Oh. It never occurred to me to plant them.

I'm speechless.

But our tiny yard overrun with cheap flowers isn't a bad idea.

White baby's breath...

The words are too small to read.

Maybe my eyes are aging.

Your eyes are aging? Wear glasses, then.

Wear them on your nose.

Botanical name, Gypsophila.

Clusters of white five-petaled flowers form on hair-thin stems,

resembling the lost veil or gossamer robe of a goddess.

Called "mist grass" from its hazy appearance.

An easy-to-grow annual plant often used as filler to flower bouquets,

even the charming dahlia gives way to its elegance in the world of floristry.

This is so out of touch with the times and graceful.

The gossamer robe of a goddess, huh?

How odd. Why is this so interesting?

When to sow the seeds. Between the spring equinox to May.

The language of flowers, "My heart calms naturally when I'm with you".

What a long expression.

Salvia.

In the language of flowers, "Burning with expectation".

Marigold.

"Sadness of farewell".

Spider flower.

"Not as bad as expected".

Cockscomb.

"An affected snob".

White moon vine.

"Putting on airs".

What are you doing?

Zinnia.

"Thinking of an absent friend".

They won't take roof at all if you sow them like that.

I wasn't sowing them.

What, then?

Hey, you slept with my father, right?

Not that again.

Breakfast is ready. You'll be late.

I didn't think I'd see you today.

You're still wearing lipstick.

I'd been coming here every day.

Why?

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Let's leave.

No.

Why not? You're the one who asked me out before.

I don't want to anymore.

Let's just leave first.

No, I want to go home. Let me go.

No, I said no!

Why? You want me to do you a favor.

This isn't what I had in mind.

You don't have to cry.

You've got such pretty eyelashes.

Tell me your name.

Today I want to know. I'm Akiko Tsugami.

Igi. Ichiro Igi.

Mr. Igi, you noticed, didn't you?

That I was a virgin.

It was a load on my mind. Kind of like your suitcase.

I had a reason it was a burden. I wanted to lose it.

What reason?

I see. So that's what you wanted to talk to me about.

What do you want?

I want you to seduce my older sister.

I want you to hurt her.

I want someone I know to hurt her. Then, tell me about it.

The Steel Hammer

This is The Steel Hammer.

Kyoko? One moment.

Hello?

Oh, it's you, Akiko.

Wait until I get home.

Welcome.

What's your name?

I'm Kyoko. "Kyo" as in "Kyoto".

No wonder.

You're refined.

Oh my.

What's your last name?

Who cares about such a thing?

What if it were the same as mine?

What if it were?

You'd be like my wife.

Oh.

So what's your last name?

Tsugami.

It's not very common, so it couldn't be the same.

What's yours?

I'm Igi.

What an unusual name.

You'd never meet people by that name.

No, I've never met anyone.

The whites of your eyes are gray.

The whites of your eyes are pale gray.

Really? Is that off-putting?

No, it turns me on.

It does?

It makes me want to hurt you.

By the way...

Kyoko.

Excuse me.

Like a steel hammer drowns in water,

drinkers shall drown in their liquor.

My sister is like my parent.

She works at a bar to pay for my tuition.

She keeps telling me that women should be pure and chaste.

That's why I'd been careful about being around boys even in school.

But she enters a motel with a man during the day

and still insists that I be virginal, thinking I don't know.

So I wanted to get rid of it. No wonder, right?

But...

you only saw her enter the motel once, right?

Once is enough, isn't it?

Maybe it was her boyfriend.

She can go to a motel with her lover.

I couldn't interfere if she has a boyfriend.

On the other hand, if she were really sleeping around like you say,

then it'd be meaningless for me to seduce her.

I want you to hurt her. I want someone I know to hurt her.

Is this a fetish?

No. There's a guy who kisses me like a lunatic.

Who is he?

I can't say.

Is he young?

No, not young.

Is he old?

He's about your age.

Is he the only one who does it?

Yes.

You sleep with anybody?

You sleep with any man who pays you.

That's why you're sleeping with me.

You're just like a whore.

These aren't hickeys.

Liar.

Sorry.

Someone grabbed you like this.

You begged him to do it.

Do it harder, you said.

Are you pregnant?

No, I'm not.

It always happens when I get really excited.

It's just how I am.

It's a white tear.

This tasted different.

You're done so I'll tell you, but it's a bit unusual.

What is?

This eel restaurant is a tiny place run by a brother and sister.

They've nailed down the front door and all the windows.

They're husband and wife.

The kitchen's open, but they never let anyone in.

They live by delivery only.

And they refuse to serve the eel liver.

They probably eat it raw all by themselves.

Why did you want to meet in the park?

I wanted to see the sunset.

To see the sunset? How romantic.

Yes.

Today's sunset is romantic, all right.

Your body makes it romantic.

Whenever I see the red sunset,

a feeling like pent-up anger wells up.

That's frightening.

Today's the first time

the sunset looks so beautiful to me.

It's a little cold.

I want you to hurt her.

I want you to hurt her.

Tie me up.

Tie my arms loosely.

So you do have a fetish.

No. But tie me.

Oh, no. I forgot.

Your lighter?

Your memo pad?

I forgot to untie the knots in the belts.

Oh, silly.

The Igi Family

Not that again. I keep telling you no.

Black Still at the Place

I'm sorry. I can't always come to you right away.

Why not?

He's one of our best customers.

Akira Umemura, the actor?

That's right.

So celebrities come here, huh?

Who else comes here?

Well... the novelist Kotaro Hanada does.

Hanada comes here?

I've got one on this side, too.

You can't play around for a while.

No, not until this bruise disappears.

And I have to wear kimonos.

It's on fire. It's burning red.

While the bruise is still there, it's always burning.

Even if you're with another man?

That's right.

You think about the man who did it?

Not that I think about him per se,

but the trace of that person creeps into the burning feeling.

Did you sleep with Akira Umemura? Did you?

How about Hanada?

Hey, Igi. You come here, too? Join us.

Thanks for the other day.

Oh, you two know each other?

Yeah, we're old friends.

He's a good friend of mine.

What's wrong?

Don't touch me there.

Why not?

Just don't.

An erogenous zone or something? Weird.

You look so handsome when you're smoking.

That's what I always think.

You probably smoke after you do it, don't you?

I imagine that's what you must look like then.

What a risky topic. We have a groper amongst us.

A woman will be coming to this room shortly,

and she's not a pro by any means.

So please promise something.

From tomorrow,

even if you happen to see her around town somewhere,

please don't ever talk to her. Thank you very much in advance.

I understand how Imura feels.

Kyoko got me back there. Maybe I'll go grope someone, too.

You can't ask her out? That's not like you.

And yet she says tempting things.

Come to think of it, she has a sexy way of moving.

She has a melancholy sex appeal. And she seems loose.

Maybe she's sleeping with that actor.

Really?

It's just a hunch.

When do squids lay eggs?

- You mean firefly squids? - No, the big kind.

When do the white clumps fill their bodies?

That's from mid-March to end of April.

Give me two more.

I want to have sex with twins.

The same faces and bodies on either side. Or on the top and bottom.

Sounds like fun.

Let's go be perverted.

Go where?

I found an interesting place. I want to share it with you.

A wicked guy like you finds this place interesting?

An underground film or show?

Sort of, but it's a bit different.

And that small difference is key.

I know. Women and animals going at it?

"Red and white", huh?

The take that the small difference between human and beast is key.

But no. Bestiality is pretty depressing.

I've seen a few movies, but they suck.

But I remember one good scene, though.

A woman is luring a bulldog, but it doesn't care.

Eventually, the dog looks back at the camera in a close-up,

and it has this pitiful look on its fierce face

Like it's saying, "Why must I do this"?

That woman needs to show herself.

She meets spectators, which means that we're already accomplices.

No, maybe it means we're the victims.

Tie me.

Tie me up.

Who's there?

You've lost your appetite lately.

Nobody nibbles at that like you.

Mr. Igi, you're awful. You were supposed to tell me.

It's you. But I didn't know how to meet you.

I was at that tower every day.

Oh.

You didn't try to get in touch for two months.

Oh. Two months has passed already?

Yes, two months has passed.

You said you saw Kyoko enter a motel. What did the man look like?

I don't remember.

How old was he?

I don't know.

Was he tall or short?

I don't know.

You must know that much.

Don't wear lipstick with your uniform.

Oops.

So did you hurt Kyoko?

Hurt her?

Let's go to a motel. I'll hurt you.

Such nasty eyes. I meant Kyoko.

Let's go to a motel.

What's wrong with you? Didn't you seduce her?

Let's go.

No, you're dirty.

Like this?

No lipstick.

Oh.

Like this?

Naughty. It's been a week and you want me to wear this?

No, don't.

Who did you sleep with this week?

Nobody.

How many times?

Not once.

You're pregnant.

No. I told you it's how I am.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying. My belly's flat, isn't it?

Yeah, it's still flat.

See?

What were you doing this week?

"You know what".

You get it, don't you?

Don't lie to me.

Soon, you'll stop lactating.

Whose kid is it?

Whose kid is this for?

Tie me.

I love you, Mr. Igi.

I love how you always seem to be struggling in the dark.

After we parted the other day, I bled profusely at home.

As I crouched down and bled,

I kept thinking how much I love you.

Mr. Yamada.

Were my father and Emiko intimate?

I really don't think there was anything between them.

I would have known it if there were.

He had other things to worry about.

I heard there was a geisha named Chiyomi.

Yes, he loved her very much.

She had a baby girl, right?

Oh, you knew about that, Ichiro?

Poor things.

They died in the bombing of Tokyo in 1945, right?

Died?

They didn't die?

They're alive?

Ichiro. I'd been meaning to tell you,

but since we're on topic...

They're alive?

Yeah, probably.

Probably?

They didn't die in that bombing.

They'd evacuated to rural Shizuoka.

It was my hometown.

Where are they now?

I'll get to that. I'm getting old,

so I wanted to make sure things were taken care of.

So I sent them a letter, but it was returned.

What do you mean, "take care of"?

That's what I'm about to tell you.

That girl is entered in my family register.

In your family register?

That's right. Your father asked me to.

She would have become illegitimate otherwise.

I think it means that your father cared deeply about Chiyomi.

What an outrageous thing to do.

Not necessarily.

My late wife used to work in bars herself, so she understood,

and we didn't have any constraints.

Your father and I were really close like that.

So he really imposed on you.

I don't know if I should thank you.

Anyway, so you have a half-sister.

Your father named her Kyoko.

Kyoko?

What's the kanji character?

"Kyo" as in "Kyoto".

Kyoko?

Is something wrong?

No. So...

what was Chiyomi's last name?

I think it was Mizushima,

but I heard she later got married.

And her married name?

I have no idea.

Was it Tsugami?

I don't know. Does the name ring a bell?

No, not really.

So this Kyoko that you're talking about, how old would she be now?

I think it was the year he died... No,

maybe the year before, so she's...

23 or 24 years old?

Such a coincidence is unthinkable.

It's been 23 years since you died, but you're still around.

What would you do in such a situation?

What would you do?

He'll leave soon, so wait a bit longer.

This is The Steel Hammer.

Yes, one moment please.

Mr. Igi, it's for you.

Hello? Mr. Igi, it's me.

It's me, Akiko.

Hello? Are you there, Mr. Igi? What's wrong?

I get it. So it's you. What do you want?

I want to know about Kyoko after all. You promised.

She's acting strange lately. Tell me if you know why.

Hello?

OK. I'll tell you.

But tell me one thing first. All right?

What is it?

Are you and Kyoko really sisters?

Yes, we are.

But we have different fathers. Hers died and then...

Let's meet tomorrow. I'll tell you.

Really, Mr. Igi?

5 pm at that coffee shop. All right?

Let's meet tomorrow.

Where are you taking me, Mr. Igi?

I'll tell you about her. Come on.

What?

I don't want to anymore.

No, it's not that. You said you wanted to know.

Akiko? Is that you?

What's Akiko doing here?

You're terrible, Mr. Igi!

You accused me of not telling you what happened.

You wanted to know why she was acting strange lately!

I did ask you to hurt her, but...

Asked him? She asked you to...?

Yes. But I didn't ask him to do this.

Of course not. Kyoko asked me to do this.

I'm just telling you what happened!

What are you doing here?

What are you going to do?

What are you doing?

Lipstick.

Lipstick?

You broke up?

Yes.

Who was it?

Who?

Umemura?

No.

Don't!

Don't do that.

Why not? You liked wearing lipstick.

No! I don't need to anymore.

No! No!

No... no... no...

Don't do it here.

See the way Akiko looks?

Don't do it in this room.

You look exactly the same now.

Don't do it here.

You and Akiko look exactly the same.

You looked different, but now you look the same.

Akiko looks the same as you now.

When I look at Akiko and you, I see only your face.

Mr. Igi.

Don't do it here.

I don't need to wear lipstick anymore.

I feel so confused now.

You should go home.

But...

Just go home for now.

If I go home, then my sister will come home later on.

Kyoko won't return until night.

Take sleeping pills and fall asleep.

That's everything.

No, that's not everything.

Oh, it's the ocean. Look, we can see the ocean.

Really?

I never noticed that we could see the ocean from here.

What are you looking at?

The ocean. I just told you so.

- It's so red. - Indeed.

I used to often see the ocean turned red when I was a child.

A war between dolphins and fishermen.

The ocean dyed bright red with dolphin blood.

But the dolphins dragged up on the beach

had really cute faces.

You're so naughty.

Naughty.

So Akiko was first.

You heard about me from her.

Right now, your face looks cute like a dolphin.

Dyed red in your own blood.

Those seeds from the other day have sprouted.

Fine, but are you OK? Lying around for 3 days straight.

They're pretty hardy.

Not properly sown, yet so fresh and green.

Of course they are.

Hey.

Is that a flower?

It's a flower. Come take a look.

There's a plant that blooms so quickly.

Mr. Yamada called last night.

Yamada?

He said he wanted to talk to you directly.

Why not go today? Your hair's getting long.

Bellflower.

A typical biennial plant that will hardly bloom

next spring if sown in mid to late September.

Will bloom next year if sown in Spring,

but is sensitive to heat and aridity.

Mr. Yamada called last night.

Why not go today? Your hair's getting long.

She's acting strange lately. Tell me if you know why.

The protagonist of this story

is a dying man with a young wife who nurses him.

Even after the man dies, he won't stop being the protagonist.

His wife was always faithful to him.

The protagonist envies the man who will monopolize his wife.

He begins to hate this man whom he knows nothing about,

and he secretly swears revenge against him.

He becomes a corpse, then brittle gray ashes,

is placed in a bisque urn and then buried.

When the urn becomes damp, discolored,

and covered in moss, his revenge will become complete.

Of course, revenge means killing the man monopolizing her.

To do so, she must become the weapon.

The wife's unconscious motion will kill the other man.

After setting her up to become a weapon, the protagonist dies.

The prologue ends and the story enters the main stage.

What were you doing? Neglecting me for 3 days after that.

Seriously, what were you doing? Why did you ignore me?

After what you did to me.

Then, leaving me alone afterwards. You're awful.

I'm sorry.

You should have met me the next day after that.

Do you remember that letter I gave you?

Letter?

Well, not letter, but that memo I wrote on a piece of paper.

Sometimes, after I meet with you, I experience a lot of pain.

But it's not a bad feeling.

When I'm crouched down alone to bear the pain,

I smell blood. Or rather, I start to taste blood.

I like that feeling.

I wasn't going to see you anymore.

Why not?

We get on so well with each other. Why do you say that?

Why? Why do you say that?

Where did you come from? You weak biennial plant!

Hi. Had a feeling you'd come today. Heard you were sick.

Yeah, but I'm fine now. You want to talk about Kyoko?

Yeah, that's right.

And?

Well, I've got bad news, Ichiro. She was dead.

Dead?

Died 3 years ago. I used my day off the other day asking around.

Kyoko was dead...

She became a geisha like her mother,

and then was kept as a mistress in...

You look exactly like your father like that.

Apparently, you'd gotten around,

but I've lived longer than you now.

If you stick around inside me much longer, you'll be sorry.

Kyoko Tsugami

Who is it?

It's me.

Oh, it's you.

Were you asleep? Are you sick?

No, I'm fine. Please come in.

Hurry up and come inside.

I'd like to, but... Why don't we go see the ocean?

See the ocean? Why?

No particular reason, but it'd be nice for change.

Let's eat out.

Eat out? All right.

Let's go.

Why did we come here?

A flower bloomed in my yard.

I'm not used to these places.

But I didn't mean to make it bloom.

Akiko moved out.

She lived with you?

Of course she did.

I'd never considered that.

Did you tell Akiko to die?

What?

How could you have mentioned sleeping pills at a time like that?

I meant to be kind.

Why did we come? I'm not used to these places.

You should have just come inside.

Wasting money on such an awkward...

Door Close

"Both Lost Their Way".

Two people walk through chance.

They walk through pale magenta and blue, but hit a dead end.

The person walking ahead is red

as if to show this person's mettle against chance.

The other person is gray.

He holds out his left arm as if to say,

"This road hits a dead end over there".

The End

Translation: Mia Isozaki Transcription: polybar Proofreading and re-timing: kagetsuhisoka