Original subtitles

Akatsu, remember to slice it thin. After you're done with that,

- toast the sesame seeds. - Got it,

We really appreciate your help, Akatsu-kun.

But Taka-chan's still coming on weekends, isn't she?

- I can take a break, right? - Fukuko, telephone.

Hello. Tachibana Salt Company.

Oh, Taka-chan.

I'm sorry, Auntie Fukuko.

I can't come this weekend.

Why?

I may not be able to help anymore...

What happened?

Taka-chan...

Manpuku

♫Marumatteru senakani ni morai naki ♫I get infectious weeping looking at your stooped shoulders

♫Haji datte issho ni ♫We'll share the humiliation too

Week 7

I Will Do Something About It!

♫Hikoukigumo bonyari nagamu ♫Gazing absentmindedly at contrails

♫Kokoro kokoni arazu ♫Here in body, but not in spirit

♫Nenkan totaru moshi shitara ♫If I was to calculate an annual total

♫Tsukiau watashi sugoi? ♫Aren't I amazing for keeping you company?

♫Toboketeru mayuge ni morai warai ♫ I get infectious laughter looking at your comical eyebrows

♫Tere datta nandatte ♫Be it embarrassment or whatever

♫Morai naki morai warai morai ikari ♫Infectious weeping, infectious laughter, infectious anger

♫Moraippaji don to koi! ♫Infectious embarrassment. Bring them on!

♫Seiten mo donten mo hekireki mo ♫Sunny days, cloudy days, thunderous days too

- What? - Taka-chan won't be coming?

Great Madam is going to boss me around forever now.

- Forever? - I'm going to be...!

We don't care about you, Akatsu-san.

- Is Taka-chan never coming again? - How come?

- How would I know! - Taka-chan's probably busy too.

She'd want to go out with her friends too.

- What does that matter anyway? - It does matter!

If Taka-chan doesn't come...

I'll feel bad for Akatsu-san.

You just said you didn't care about him.

You guys just want to see Taka-chan.

- Is she really that cute? - She is!

- She has somewhat of an unusual face. - That's what's makes her cute!

- I just don't see it. - I don't either. - Me neither.

- I don't care if you don't! - I can't take this anymore!

Oh, it's Sera-san.

Handle it with care.

This time, the salt is of the highest grade, I guarantee it.

That's quite the confidence you got. 20 straw bags? That should bring you some money, Tachibana-kun.

It's due to everyone's effort.

- Akatsu, carry it carefully. - I know!

Sera-san, since you're going to Osaka, can you give me a ride?

- What? - I want to go see how Taka-chan's doing.

Ah yes, you should. I'm worried too,.

My niece lives in a house in Osaka's Higashi Ward.

- It's faster to go by train. - I don't hardly think so.

Higashi Ward and the Monopoly Bureau are in opposite direction.

It won't make that much difference for you.

You can just let me off somewhere on the way. Please give me a ride.

Oh... okay.

It took an awful long time to make the salt this time, huh?

Manpei-san wanted to make good salt.

Tachibana-kun just started making salt.

Why would he be that obsessed with quality when he's just a little better than a layman?

If he doesn't learn how to swim with the tide, he won't have a profitable business.

I know. But...

If you don't do something about it, Fuku-chan, the business will fail.

I'll do something about the money.

What? But Fuku-chan, you don't have any experience running a business.

Even if I don't, I'll just have to do it. About money and everything else too.

So that Manpei-san can concentrate on his work,

I'll have to do everything.

Thank you for the ride.

I'm heading over to the Monopoly Bureau then.

Please get sold at the full price.

- Thanks for doing this, Sera-san., - Sure thing.

Sorry about this.

The children are at school.

It's the only time I can relax.

You don't look like you're relaxing, Katsuko Nee-chan.

I got a telephone call from Taka-chan.

She was crying and saying that she can't help me anymore.

I see.

Did something happen?

To tell you the truth, Tadahiko-san isn't feeling very well.

He was found unconscious in his studio yesterday.

Unconscious?

Dad! Dad! Dad, what's wrong!

Hang in there, Dad! Dad!

We had a doctor come and check him out right away... It was exhaustion.

Exhaustion?

Lately, he'd been painting without resting.

Is Tadahiko-san still asleep?

- He's in the studio. - What?

Tadahiko-san.

Is that you, Fuku-chan?

Katsuko Nee-chan's worried about you.

Taka-chan and everyone too...

- Why are you so... - I have to make it up.

I have to make up for lost time because of the war.

Where's Dad?

I understand how you feel, but...

Dad!

Stop it already. Please.

Taka, you're a painter's daughter. Prepare yourself.

Prepare myself? Prepare myself for what?

My eyes got hurt in the war!

But you're painting better pictures now.

Now's the only time for me!

I can't possibly quit right now.

I have a lot of friends who lost their father and brothers in the war.

But you came back safely to us.

So why...

I totally agree with Taka-chan.

Tadahiko-san, you're a painter, you're an artist,

but you're the children's father.

You're Katsuko Nee-chan's husband.

Manpei-kun is the kind of man who immerses himself in work too. Will you stop him too, Fuku-chan?

This is some good salt.

In accordance with the regulation, we'll pay you the full amount.

Full amount! That's my buddy, Tachibana-kun.

This is it.

This is...

good salt.

Well then, how much will you buy it for?

61, 62, 63, 64.

It's a great feeling, no matter how many times I count it.

- Sorry to keep you waiting. - It's okay, no problem. Get in, get in.

Thanks.

How was your niece? Did she catch a cold or something?

No, Taka-chan was... Let's go home.

All the salt was sold. They were rated top quality.

Is that right? I'm glad to hear that.

All right.

President.

How much did the salt sell for?

- 4,000 yen. - 4,000 yen?

- All 20 straw bags were rated top quality. - Top quality!

Full amount was paid. Sera-san was happy for us too.

- Is that so. - Yeah.

- What's wrong? - No, it's nothing.

Wait a minute... If something's bothering you, say it.

I just thought it's a tough job.

You mean salt making?

In order to make just 20 straw bags of good salt,

frankly, everyone's burned out.

- Nothing's biting. - Gotta work tomorrow too...

The only thing we can look forward to is the weekend.

It's not like they wanted to make salt from the beginning,

and they only came here because they couldn't make a living.

One of these days they may find a new job and leave.

Oh, but I'm going to stay here.

If you say you're going to continue making salt, I'll follow you.

Thanks.

In any case, I'm glad they sold for the full amount.

Can we look forward to our next pay?

- Of course. - Can I tell that to the guys?

- Sure. - Thank you!

What? He won't quit painting even after he collapsed?

- It can't be helped since he's an artist. - What's that supposed to mean?

....is what Katsuko Nee-chan said.

I can understand if he's really busy because his paintings are selling like crazy.

She said they're selling these days.

- Tadahiko-san found his own style of painting. - As if you know anything about painting.

What's the point if he gets sick and dies because of that?

Marrying someone like that was her big mistake.

Katsuko never did listen to anything I said.

I'll go give a lecture to Tadahiko-san.

Please don't. You're just going to complicate things.

Your husband's not that different either.

Manpei-kun is the kind of man who immerses himself in work too. Will you stop him too, Fuku-chan?

He wants to make quality product at all cost. But a president can't just do that.

If you don't do something about it, Fuku-chan, the business will fail.