All I have are nightmares...
and on top of that, I get these loneliness attacks.
You know what I mean, Doctor?
Anxiety and loneliness are as real to me as dogs and cats.
Do you know this cold mental condition of loneliness,
which I can touch with my hand?
Take a vacation. Rest a bit.
Even now, I feel I'm being pushed to death.
Doctor, you'll probably prescribe me sedatives and show me the door, right?
Well then, go and get yourself a week's worth of sedatives from the pharmacy.
God, huh? Not in this world.
Sometimes once a year I get a gift from the doctor.
This year, I requested a three week trip to Europe.
Working hard is good and all, but occasionally, you need a break.
But really, I thought of this idea for the doctor...
and to find solace for my own unattainable love.
Sorry, I'm sorry.
It's okay, young lady.
B... But...
Can I order tea and cake?
My compartment is 8-3A.
Yes, right away.
Are you done with dinner?
8-3A.
As my heart lay in pieces from being shot
In the waves of people who pass me by
I even forgot what kindness is
I slip from your hands
The night I disappeared from that city
I held only my dreams
Never looking back
It twines around me so painfully
Stop this loneliness
As if you are going to erase the sorrow of these skies
If fate should have us part
I will journey through it
And take you with might
The one of my memories
I raise my bet of ten dollars with thirty, and I'll add fifty dollars more.
Confident, aren't we?
This girl is calling you out.
Once this has been settled, I'll be chewing on your bones.
Alright, then. I raise you eighty dollars and I call.
Like ice cream that falls into the fire.
Full house, Kings.
Huh?
What happened?
Doctor!!
Excuse me, coming through.
Emergency operation!! Everyone, please leave the room.
Definitely a gunshot wound, but we didn't hear a gunshot.
We didn't hear it, right?
Yep.
Besides, he's bleeding like it just happened,
but this wound is from a while back.
Thank you, I'm okay... It always happens.
You've shown me something very rare.
Sorry I bothered you.
You seem to have consulted a psychiatrist.
This diagnosis chart was on your bed.
Examining the patient before operation is a doctor's duty,
but it seems that there is no need for an operation.
Then, two days later, we had a layover from the express train.
We stayed a night in a hotel in an old port town.
In other words, I enjoyed a special tour for women by a lady.
Moreover, moreover, a fresh journey of love...
and he was cruising around the same course as us.
It's upside down.
Three red seeds, two blue seeds. How many white seeds??
Six white seeds, five red seeds. How many blue seeds??
Sleep now, my sweet darling?
San Merida, San Merida?
An owl is hooting at your beloved San Merida Forest?
Pinoko, turn on the light.
Yes!
Towel!! At this rate, he could bite off his tongue.
Here!
Blood again!! Coming from his back... blood.
Close the door and bring me my bag.
Yes!
Jump!
Loupe.
Yes! Loupe, loupe...
Camera!
The Polaroid, hurry!
Yes, Pola...
San Merida, San Merida?
An owl is hooting at your beloved San Merida Forest?
This is an English army brand. Are you a soldier?
I'm Leslie Harris. I'm a cadet of the Royal Army Academy.
So cool.
Nineteen... no, about twenty years ago, you had a major surgery.
Huh? No...
On your back alone you have seven spots of skin grafts.
On your face... five. On your abdomen I see three scars.
All signs of surgery. There are probably more,
but I can't tell since I didn't check your entire body.
I don't know. I never heard any story like that from my parents.
That doctor's name...
I want to know the name of the doctor that performed surgery on you.
But, really...
That's right. You were about one or two. I probably should ask your parents.
My father died ten years ago, my mother four years ago.
Is that so? That's a pity.
It's really strange.
Where are these signs of surgery on these photos?
Tell me the details.
The human skin has something called crease lines.
Pinoko, pass him the loupe.
Sure.
Here you go.
It's between the lip and the jaw.
If you make an incision along the crease lines, it's a perfect cut.
You can't distinguish it with the naked eye.
Even after it heals.
But it's impossible to do without high skill.
Not only the face, but the back and abdomen are done perfectly.
Even the patient doesn't know it's true.
I never knew such a surgeon existed.
I want to meet him.
You're that famous Doctor Black Jack. I didn't know that.
Pinoko, did you?
Yes, earlier at the buffet. I told him about you.
It would have been strange, becoming friends and not knowing about each other.
Please, Doctor... cure my sickness.
Every day, every day I suffer until I want to kill myself.
I don't care how much it costs.
I have more than enough from the estate my parents left me.
A million dollars.
Deal.
That's what I want to say, but I don't need money.
But there's a condition.
A condition?
You have to cooperate with me to find that doctor who operated on you long ago.
Your total cooperation.
Another layover.
The doctor negotiated with the hospital there.
Using his connections, he rented an operating room and a patient room.
To discover the cause for the bleeding from under your skin,
I will cut open the area of the gunshot wound.
Okay.
That will take about forty minutes.
I will confirm that you don't have any allergies or addictions to drugs.
It will be as I told you before.
I will begin.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6...
Why? Why?
Why are you always looking at me?
I will stitch up the artery. Be ready in twenty seconds.
Yes.
Surgical needle. 5.0.
Okay.
Three red seeds, two blue seeds. How many white seeds??
Six white seeds, five red seeds. How many blue seeds??
Sleep now, my sweet darling. San Merida, San Merida?
At your beloved San Merida forest?
The song from earlier.
I learned it from him. San Merida?
In his dreams, there is a woman that is always singing it.
It's a beautiful song. San Merida?
An owl is shooting at your beloved San Merida Forest?
Okay, you ready? You have to answer truthfully.
What kind of woman do you like?
One, Marilyn Monroe. Two, Rie Miyazawa.
Three, Sigourney Weaver. Four, Takako Tokiwa.
What kind of questioning is this?
To understand the patient's character and likes.
From a nurse's point of view, it is her rightful duty.
Sigourney Weaver.
We're discharging him, Pinoko.
Go to the nurses' center and fill out the paperwork.
Discharging?!?!
Then I will have you accompany us to the Republic of El Garnia.
D-Doctor, he just had his stitches removed this morning.
I'll leave behind anyone who has a problem.
I'm going to the nurses' center and will be right back.
The Republic of El Garnia?
Have you been there?
I've never been there nor heard of such a country.
I've looked into it a bit. I finally found it.
San Merida.
Out of millions of names in the world, there's only one place called San Merida.
In the county of Colonela in the Republic of El Garnia, San Merida Village.
If I may, I'd like a diet cola.
Right away.
Then we headed for the Republic of El Garnia.
El Garnia has a population of three million...
and has been engaged in civil war for over twenty five years.
Finally, a unified government was formed a few years ago. It's a small country.
Japanese?
Yes.
You may be here to sightsee, but all we have here is skiing and hunting.
I've heard that you have some great hot springs in the mountains.
Oh yeah, yeah, so you know about it, huh?
It's been four years since the civil war ended. Isn't it horrible?
There are stories that many dead people are underneath the destroyed buildings.
Bread is still rationed.
The restoration of the economy is still a dream within a dream.
San Merida Village. Of course I know it.
It's the place of a great battle.
There is a headquarters there for the anti-government faction.
They have resisted to the very end.
It'll take about four hours. We can't get there until we cross three passes.
Is there a hospital there?
I'm not sure.
Can you see that, the church? San Merida Village is in that area.
What's wrong?
Nothing, nothing at all.
Stop the car.
Okay.
Leslie!
What's wrong with you, Leslie?
If you climb the long stone stairs, there's a house with a red roof.
The left side window is broken. It was hit by a tank.
It's true! A red roof, broken left window.
An elm tree. If you go along this curve,
there is a fountain and an elm tree close to it.
Ah, yes. I used to play under this tree all the time.
Sleep now, my sweet darling?
At your beloved San Merida Forest, the owl?
Now what?
Here!!
There is a flower garden in the backyard.
I planted roses all over the garden.
It was so beautiful.
How come you know so much? Isn't this your first time in this village?
This house was once mine.
Why?
I don't know. I don't know, but that's what I think. That's what I feel.
I'm not sure what's going on!
The people that appeared in your dreams really existed.
Yes, who are they? I don't even know their names.
I met them in my dreams long ago.
No, not just in my dreams.
In dark corners of rooms, in mirrors, on windy days...
and on empty days when I was so alone,
I noticed that these people had been watching me.
It seems that you didn't bleed.
I stitched up the opening in your artery.
It seems to have worked.
However, if you continue to have spasms, it might reopen.
Here...
I was shot here with those two people, in front of these church doors.
I still completely remember... the face of the man on the helicopter.
But it's strange... I was a baby then and I remember everything to the letter.
What am I? How did I become this way? What are these tears? What are they?
No, Leslie. Pinoko doesn't like crying.
What is troubling you? Can I be of service?
Hey, you don't look well.
No, I'm fine, Father.
A person. We're searching for a person...
It's about something that happened about twenty years ago.
Yes?
We're looking for a doctor who operated on him twenty years ago.
A doctor... twenty years ago?
Yes. A surgeon with high skill, no doubt.
A doctor? There isn't even a hospital here in this village.
Even twenty years ago?
I'm very sorry. I arrived at this church a little over two years ago.
Oh, yes. If it's about past events, you should ask Ernesto.
Ernesto?
Ernesto is the groundskeeper of the village cemetary.
He's a little weird, but he was born in this village.
Are you Ernesto?
We're looking for someone.
Twenty years ago he performed surgery on a dying baby.
A genius of surgery.
This young man was that baby.
Ernesto, these people came all the way from England.
If you know anything, please tell them.
He's a very troubled person.
This old man hasn't spoken to a soul for many years.
I have been talking!
Every morning and night, I talk to those resting here in the cemetery.
Well, there you have it.
Now all people living here are from other places.
All true citizens of San Merida have been murdered.
By those bastards that control the country now!
I'm the only one who survived, so only I can talk to those resting here.
Lord, please save Ernesto.
Get outta here, dammit!!
Ernesto, you may not be the only person...
who speaks to those who died in the civil war.
There's a young man that has spoken to those people for years in his dreams.
Three red seeds, two blue seeds?
How many white seeds??
Six white seeds, five red seeds. How many blue seeds??
Sleep now, my sweet darling. San Merida, San Merida?
An owl is hooting at your beloved San Merida Forest?
How do you know that old lullaby passed down only in this village?
Excuse me, sir. What do you want me to do?
The engine is still running.
I'm waiting, but there aren't any good hotels in this village.
You can stay at my house.
Huh?
There weren't any doctors in San Merida twenty years ago.
That's impossible.
There were none.
None with credentials, that is.
But as you've said, there was a major surgery performed here.
So that baby has grown up.
Then you know the doctor that operated on me.
I said there weren't any doctors.
That man was no doctor.
Of course, this man wanted to be a doctor, but he couldn't.
He studied abroad at a foreign medical school far from home...
and he wasn't able to get certified.
He was about to graduate, but then at that moment, a civil war broke out back home.
He couldn't abandon his family...
so he came home.
Back to El Garnia's San Merida Village.
San Merida, the headquarters for the anti-government faction,
was surrounded by the government army.
They constantly fought hard.
Arms were blown off, organs were laid about.
Seeing people losing their lives one after another, he started his life mission.
He gathered medical products and tools in a safe place.
Then he began treating the injured.
He didn't have interning experience, but he intensely read medical textbooks...
and used all the knowledge he learned in school.
Perhaps due to the unskilled treatments, many people died.
And many were cured.
Better than doing nothing.
He believed that and continued his work.
Even without confidence or certification, he had to do it.
He was you.
When I first met you, I noticed you were a man of medicine.
I saw your hands were stained with iodine.
Iodine is used for disinfection... often used in emergencies.
You probably had no time to put on gloves.
So you used iodine on patients.
Special Forces Unit, please.
It took two years, but I finally found him.
The guerilla group used this place as an underground facility.
Of course it's possible to use it as evidence.
I took many fingerprints and his was amongst them.
It took about a month to get a match.
Twenty years ago.
It was the day the most villagers were injured or killed.
That day, we were attacked by the government's Special Forces.
In front of the church, Sandra and her daughter Anita were shot.
Immediately, they were brought to my place.
Anita's heart was pierced by a bullet and she died instantly,
but the mother, Sandra, whose entire body...
was shot by a machine gun, was still breathing.
Doctor, where's Anita? Where is my daughter?
I couldn't save her.
Oh...
But, Doctor... I will be by Anita's side soon too, won't I?
No, you're okay. I will save you.
A lie. This isn't the time for lies, Doctor.
Actually, it was as Sandra said.
She was bleeding heavily, and I couldn't help her.
All I could do was watch her die.
It was at that moment that a baby not even one year old was brought to me.
He had terrible burns over his face and back...
to an extent that I couldn't tell whose child he was.
His rib, hand and leg bones were broken.
His body was covered with bruises.
I thought it was a matter of time for this child, too.
So I put him along with Sandra, by her side, so they could go together.
I suffered hell every day. My heart was probably tired.
Lethargy took control over me and I lost myself.
But Sandra was the one who saved me.
Ernesto!
Come here! Come here!
With the last of her energy, Sandra was breast-feeding the crying baby.
Her breath gave out in that position.
This child must live no matter what. Her show of strength told me so.
Even though no one said anything,
I was sure everyone felt that they were experiencing a miracle.
And then? What happened next?
The miracle continued.
I decided to save the baby, to operate on him.
Upon examining, I was surprised.
The deceased Sandra's blood type was the same as the baby's.
Sandra's blood type was supposed to be A RH positive.
It had changed to O RH positive.
But that kind of thing shouldn't happen.
Probably an error when it was being documented,
but at that moment, there wasn't time to think about it.
And then the second miracle happened.
My body shook.
Sandra's wish to save the baby surely moved God's heart.
Of course, it was my first major operation.
While I tranfused Sandra's blood to the baby, I rejoined the bones,
patched up the ruptured liver and stitched up the torn veins.
Whatever was lacking, I took from Sandra.
Yes, your face and back skin are a present from Sandra.
Especially on your back, where I placed her bullet wounds...
as proof that a woman named Sandra existed.
Your strange dreams are probably a memory of Sandra, your donor.
I want you to cherish it...
because it means that Sandra is alive with you.
It's great, isn't it, Sandra? It's great. It means the miracle continues.
It probably was a miracle...
but it was because of a genius like you.
Relying only on this inferior operating room...
and the light from this lamp...
you achieved difficult tasks.
Perfectly rejoining broken bones...
and stitching veins and muscles.
There are signs of liver transplant,
but it shows a complete recovery and is working properly.
And above all, the skin on the face and back, grafted along the crease lines,
prove that you are one of the best surgeons in the world.
I would like to see your skill with my own eyes. That is why I came here.
I am Black Jack and, like you, I am a doctor of no certification.
Grafts along the crease lines?
I was not even thinking about these things during the operation.
All of this is due to the miraculous power of God.
That cannot be!
No, I kept hearing a voice saying,
"You can do it, Ernesto. You are to save this baby's life. Give it all you've got."
No doubt that was God's voice.
After a while, you were adopted by an English reporter...
who came here to do a story on the village.
Morgan Harris.
Yeah, that was his name.
Okay, let's go back up. I gotta warm up the soup.
Ernesto...
We have proof that you were an important member...
of the guerrilla group: The Owl of San Merida.
For 27 years, all the way to the end of the civil war,
you never took a step out of this underground clinic.
And the doctor who continued to treat the guerrillas, the Owl of San Merida.
We didn't know for a long while who was the hero of the guerrilla group.
This is an arrest warrant.
You are to stand trial in court.
Please come with us.
Major, bring in Ernesto only.
Yes, sir!
Commander! Weren't you only going to try him?
It's the order of the president.
If we brought him to court, the country's citizens would see this.
The Owl of San Merida would once again become a hero, even more than ever.
The guerrilla resistance might be reborn.
But our country was restarted as a democratic nation!!
Major, I leave you in charge of the dead body.
He still has a pulse. Let's do it, Pinoko.
Yes!
Get blood for a transfusion. Get as much as you can!
Make an emergency call to the military medics.
I will take full responsibility.
The doctor worked very hard, more seriously and skillfully than usual.
But... Ernesto's body...
after many bullets were removed, he still couldn't remove them all.
There were too many.
Thank you very much.
But... if you experience spasms again, you can call the doctor.
I'll be okay. I'm no longer afraid of the spasms.
They are proof that I'm not alone.
I guess so.
See you.
Here lies the genius doctor called the Owl of San Merida.
It's truly too bad for Ernesto.
It can't be helped. The bullet hit the junction at the right atrium.
I'm not a man who believes in miracles.
But truthfully, just that one time,
it would have been nice to borrow some type of power.
Many times I've asked the moon, in search of an answer
And I melt into the darkness
Time flows in my heart, gone astray
Today I looked up at the sky and it was as quiet as ever
It surrounded itself around me again
But it won't stop
My burning heart wavers violently
Even though I may get hurt
I cannot utter lies, though...
My tears have sunken deep in my heart
I gaze into a certain tomorrow
To tell you how I feel
The entangled dreams have become too heavy
They trickle away at the cracks of my fingers
Forever will remain as something everlasting
But I will soon start to walk again
In order to not forget those days