My nose hair is out of control lately.
'Cause the air's dirty.
Any luck with last night's Lotto 4?
Washed out.
Told ya. You'll never hit with those numbers.
But I really loved her.
Winning the lotto using the name...
of a chick who dumped you is... -
Her name's Go-#ten# Na-mi.
Four numbers: 5, 10, 7 and 3.
Hold on. 5 and 10, right?
5, 1, 0, 7, and 3?
That's five numbers not four?
Huh? Go-ten? 5, 1 or 0. I see.
Which did you use 1 or 0?
1.
Idiot! No wonder you never win.
Mind if we turn on the lights?
No problem!
Sorry but we gotta work too, you know.
Actually that works for us too!
That ain't for you to say.
Sorry boss.
Actually that works for us too!
Thanks!
That's exactly what I said.
Evening.
Oh, evening.
Evening.
Sorry to take so long.
Sorry.
This container reeks something awful.
Thought you'd better take a look.
Really?
Well, better open it up.
Hair. Human hair.
Materials for hair extensions.
Used for what?
Extensions. You know, fake hair.
Extensions?
This whole zone is filled with hair.
Get real.
That's what the man said.
Lately young chicks wear these...
in their hair for fashion.
Nothing looks out of the ordinary.
Is that smell from the hair?
Human hair's gotta stink a bit, eh?
Locked in this crate for weeks, right?
You'd think it'd stink, eh?
No peeking! Turn away.
"Mr. Lonely Heart, see you tonight too."
Got-cha.
Person.
Takashima, a person.
A person?
Dead body?
Call the police.
Right.
Yamazaki. I'm outta here.
See you tomorrow.
Almost forgot. The cops found something...
amazing at the harbor earlier.
Did they?
It arrives tomorrow.
Understood.
Later.
Good night, sir.
Die.
Cheap imitation.
To the dump for you.
We understand each other, right?
Life's tough.
If it isn't genius hair stylist...
in training Yuko Mizushima...
once again fast asleep at her table...
from another all-nighter.
Better get up or...
Hmm. Morning.
Morning.
If isn't Yuki Morita wannabe pro dancer,
my roommate for over a month.
Darn. At this rate...
I'll be late for my job of two years at...
salon Gilles de Rais.
Yuki laughs and says...
"I gotta get moving to my part-time job...
that pays for my dance studio fees."
I say, "See you later" and exit.
"Later".
I might be home late.
You're always late.
What?
Forgot something.
Space cadet.
I'm off.
See you.
Hi-ho hi-ho, it's off to work I go.
Here I go.
I always ride on this road but...
that's no reason not to drive safely.
Yuko Mizushima. Age 20.
This hair stylist in training heads off...
aiming to be a great stylist one day.
Through the tunnel, we find...
the same town.
This town shows various expressions.
Sky, mountains, greenery.
Hilly, narrow and wide streets.
As if time stands still under this blue sky.
I love this town.
Morning!
See you!
If necessary, observe all hand signals.
Of course, safe driving comes first.
Cutting through the temple and fish shop...
The sea is near.
Surf and sun.
The sea in the morning is lovely.
But I can't get too absorbed in it.
Down the main street and turning right.
Almost there.
Being ten minutes late, I get off in a fluster.
Rupin move. Thanks.
Any hair in here?
Sorry! I know, I'm late.
If it isn't Sachi, my coworker,
another stylist in training...
and disciple of beauty.
"Are you still at it?" I say in humorous tone.
Sachi answers, "Picking up from yesterday?"
Sachi proposes, "Everyone at our salon will talk like this."
What Sachi who been at the salon two years meant was...
we've have been using overexplicit dialogue and everyone laughs at it.
We started and now it's a habit.
We can't stop ourselves.
Morning.
Good morning!
Bonjour, Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir. - Bonjour.
On a TV drama last week...
this habit to explain circumstances...
came from similar dialogue like...
"Well if it isn't Mr. Toda who I met a month ago walking over."
You said it.
Morning.
Good morning!
Morning.
The name's Gilles de Rais. It's French, ya know.
Morning.
Good morning!
Morning.
Good morning.
Morning.
Good morning.
Don't stop working.
Yuriko, did you finish that cut in the given time yesterday?
Yes! No worries.
Listen up.
Mind the client's time as well as your own.
If you can finish earlier, the client
can have time to get a coffee.
Can have time to get a coffee.
Your ambitions are important too.
But the client is giving you her time, not the other way around.
Yes.
Let's get to it.
Hurry up.
This isn't the way to school, mommy.
It's fine. Move it.
What the hell?
Hair?
From the cargo container? Hair extensions?
The kidneys are?
Obviously been plucked clean.
And her eye too?
Been surgically removed too.
Must be a white slavery victim from some foreign country.
Meaning?
The world's full of black market human organ trading routes.
Organ trading?
Kidnapped.
Kidnapped?
Kidnapped and had her organs harvested.
And the surgery was done by a pro.
One talented doctor for sure.
Was she hidden in that container?
Or did she hide escaping the surgery?
Are those extensions hers too?
Don't ask me.
Umm...
You finished?
Not yet.
Done.
Okay.
It's growing already.
You're quick.
Growing from your tongue too.
You crying?
'Cause the world's cruel?
I'm starving.
What'd you buy for dinner?
Who's that?
Mami.
She was asleep at our door.
"Dear Yuko,
1) If you try to return her,
I'm not at my old house."
"2) Mind her for a while."
"3) I'll call you.
From Kiyomi."
Damn her.
Hello.
Hello sis.
Kiyomi's answering service.
Leave a message.
Don't take me wrong but no slanderous messages. Be-e-e-p.
Who you callin' babe?
Answer!
Don't push your kid off on me!
You never change.
How many times do I have to clean up your messes?
Now it's the kid, huh?
Get real.
Look after your own brat!
They hung up.
Sorry to trouble you.
Please let me stay one night.
Your mom will pick you up tomorrow.
You can use the bed over there. Now, go to sleep.
Okay, understood. Thank you so much.
I'll make her pay.
Don't say that about your sister.
Half-sister!
As a child, she was my slave.
You're my slave now.
#2003 Best Hair Award
#2004 Best Hair Award
Growing.
It's growing.
It's growing!
Morning Mami.
Good morning.
Mami... can you show me your body?
There's nothing to see.
How about your back then?
Wait! Mami.
Yuki, grab her.
What's wrong?
Look.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
Who could... -
My sister.
What? Stolen?
Yeah.
What happened last night?
I was last to leave.
No evidence of other stolen bodies.
But...
But the hair's been... -
How so?
What the fuck!
Get serious!
Sorry.
What's with that look?
Stop it.
You made him cry.
Doesn't Yamazaki give you the creeps?
Don't judge people based on
them creeping you out.
Sorry.
I'll be back after work.
Be good and wait patiently.
Understood. I'm a pro at waiting patiently.
If you need anything,
call me here.
Yes.
See you.
Lock the door, okay?
If it isn't stylist wannabe Yuko walking there?
I'll never give up!
Morning.
Good morning!
At least you answer well.
So when you go independent...
never forget that you're pros.
To win your clients' trust
must participate in workshops.
Cuts change into new styles so these techniques and...
win your clients' trust.
See you tomorrow.
Tomorrow then.
That trust has to be treated preciously.
Open up.
Mami.
Open the door now.
Mami.
I know you're in there!
Open up!
Mami!
What took so long?
What gives!
I'm sorry.
What's she doing with nice coat.
Stop staring.
Sit straight.
Yes.
The fan.
It fell over. Fix it!
Yes.
What the hell are you doin'?
Mami, who's this?
So you're Mami's... -
And this is Yuko's house. Who the hell are you?
It's #our# place.
What? You lesbians?
You dumb?
She never did have any luck with men.
Get out.
I said, "Out." Didn't you hear?
Sister.
How could you let her in?
She let herself in.
Guess I'm in the way.
I'll go.
We're leaving Mami.
Wait.
What'd you do to her?
These bruises? She's covered with them.
- Tattletale! - This doesn't concern her!
Doesn't concern her? Who's kid do you think she is?
She's my mine.
You own her?
I named her.
Don't say her name so damn frivolously.
Ask for my permission.
This broken cup is yours,
so I'm sorry.
But I made Mami so don't go...
lecturing me about what I own.
Got it?
Then answer me.
Just like the old days. Let's hear it.
Yes?
Yes, yes, yes!
Not you, stupid.
Do you love her?
What'd you say?
Don't preach to me about love.
Listen to yourself. I'm not the one who had the abortion.
A broken cup...
can be put back together but...
the baby you dissected is long gone.
But that was... -
A mistake. Everybody makes them.
Doesn't change the fact you snuffed out a human life.
What's a selfish girl like you gonna tell a person...
like me who kept her child and raised it?
Well? What? Say it!
Mami. Come home with mommy.
Wait!
I won't hand her over to you.
Not to her mother? She's not yours to give back.
Now that I know you beat her,
I won't hand her over.
What's with you?
Trying to atone for the child you killed?
Stop it!
Shut your hole!
I'm calling the cops.
Go ahead.
I'll tell 'em what for.
Don't you watch the news?
Abusing children even your own is a crime.
Forget it.
Take her.
Fine with me.
Hey, that's mine.
Whatever.
Bye-bye Mami.
Hello?
Get over here!
Idiot!
#Waiting. I'm always waiting.
Oh? Wait a little longer.
#Wait. Just a little bit longer.
Mami.
You can live here for a while.
I'm sorry. Don't hit me.
I can't be a good girl. That's why I made mommy angry.
But I can be good. I'll be good.
You didn't do anything wrong.
Let it grow.
Keep growing and growing forever.
Wonderful.
You're wonderful.
Lovely.
Simply... lovely.
Lovely but I gotta trim you.
So sorry.
All dirty women have to do something...
about their filthy hair!
Don't you think so?
Hi.
Always nice seeing you.
Something amazing has come in.
Wanna try some out?
It's beautiful.
Told you. They're the real deal.
They'll look perfect on you.
You think?
Wanna try?
Wow! Looks great!
Very fine.
Are those extensions?
Really beautiful.
Yeah. Nice, huh?
Wanna try?
I'll settle for a cut today.
Next time then.
Oh, you're angry.
It's growing.
You're angry.
Amazing.
My hair just doesn't grow.
Don't sleep and it'll grow.
A client told me so.
Really? Guess I'll stay up late too.
What the hell!
Oh no.
I'm bleeding.
I'll be gentle with you.
Come here.
What!?
It hurts.
It hurts?
Why?
Why!
You're a bad girl!
Right? You're so bad.
You bad girl.
Bad, bad, bad girl.
Bad girl!
It's been a while.
Mommy, this shop is red.
#Let it grow. Let it grow.
#Let it grow today.
#This afternoon at this hair salon...
# in Abesada a female customer...
#was killed by her hair dresser...
#who then took her own life.
Yours? Your doing?
Amazing. Simply amazing.
You're great when you're angry.
Horrible eh?
Didn't step on any blood, did you?
Rockabye, rockabye. Bye.
Hey you.
Why are you so lovely?
But that's not couth to ask, eh?
Like the clothes I picked?
But that's not couth either, eh?
Give the girl upstairs extensions.
Okay.
Now... where's some lovely hair?
Anyone with lovely hair?
How filthy.
I wanna fill this town with lovely hair!
Anyone with lovely hair?
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
That girl.
What lovely hair you have.
You lost?
Wonder what I'm gonna do?
Bruises, eh?
Were you abused by this world?
My name's Yamazaki. Gunji Yamazaki.
What's your name little lady?
Excuse me. My name is Yamazaki.
How can I help you?
Is Yuko Mizushima here?
Yuko...
customer.
Yuko?
Coming.
My name is Yamazaki.
This girl... -
Mami.
Uh...
she, well, she seemed lost.
I'm sorry.
I broke your things.
Are you her mother?
No, I...
I thought...
her hair is so... and your hair is so...
How great, Mami.
Huh? Right?
Well...
I'm in the way so see you.
Please wait.
Yes?
Thank you very much.
No, no, don't mention it. Really.
Right?
What lovely hair you have.
If all the bitches in the world...
I mean..."women"...
had hair like yours.
Back to work.
Yuko...
you got a kid?
Sorry for the disturbance.
I told you to stay home, right?
Sorry.
What's wrong?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me.
Don't go causing trouble here.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I'll give you until 3 pm.
Do something about her.
Yes. Thanks. Let's go.
Don't hit me.
I won't.
Don't hit me.
740 yen.
Here.
Ma'am?
A mother should never hit her child.
Mother?
Please mother. Straighten up.
Huh?
Be careful.
Thanks. We're going. Come on.
Oh no!
How horrible.
Don't mess with my mannequins, okay?
Yes.
What's with this hair style?
Yes.
Don't "yes" me.
Yes.
Don't say "yes"!
Yes.
I've gotta get back to work.
501 a. Don't move. Got it?
Yes.
Don't touch anything. Don't even clean up!
You like comics?
I don't understand. Understood.
If you get bored, read this.
I'm off.
And lock the door.
Understood.
If you get hungry,
gratin's in the fridge.
#Thank you very much.
#No, no, don't mention it. Really.
#What lovely hair you have.
#If all the bitches in the world...
#I mean "women"...
had hair like yours.
I'll be back.
Hi everyone, good afternoon. Oh, it's night; good evening.
The guy from... -
Yes but actually I... sell... these.
Oh! Hair extensions, right?
Right.
Take a look. Here.
- Here. Here. - Hey, look guys.
How sweet.
What country are they from?
China?
- No, no. - They're not Asian?
It's a trade secret.
But I've been showing them...
to salons on a free sample basis.
If you'd like, try them out.
You sure?
Please.
Yama...
Yamazaki.
Mr. Yamazaki, these will be a hit.
You think? Happy to hear it.
- Is this the only sample? - Come on. It's free.
I'm ready to buy them.
Thank you.
If you don't mind, I can bring more tomorrow.
Take a look. Come closer.
She's got such lovely hair.
Huh? Oh...
she's still an apprentice.
A hard worker though.
Really? She's got lovely hair.
Bye.
Well everyone, that's it for tonight.
Thank you.
How creepy.
He was praising your hair.
You don't know him, right?
I'm taking off.
See you tomorrow.
These are great.
You said it.
Sachi?
What's your model like for the next workshop?
I scored someone on the street.
With hair that needs a cutting.
I see.
Kondo, how are those extensions?
Great. I almost wanna wear them home.
Why don't you? They look so natural.
You can go too, Sachi.
Oh, thank you.
Yuko, got a sec?
What happened today?
I'm really sorry.
If you wanna be a qualified stylist,
get your personal life in order.
I'm sorry.
See you tomorrow.
Tomorrow then.
Yuko...
need a model for the workshop?
Thanks.
But no thanks.
OK.
Not that kid, right?
Owch.
Is something in my hair?
I'm home.
You still up?
How was your day?
I said you didn't have to clean.
Relax.
Sit like this.
Yes.
A simple "yeah" is fine.
Did you eat?
Yes.
I'll make you a bath.
Understood.
Just say "gotcha". Please.
Gotcha.
That's more like it.
Gotcha.
And please call me sis.
Gotcha, sis.
I bought these for you.
Hope you like them. Ta-da. Cute, huh?
Try them on.
There's more. This one's cute too.