What are you doing there?
Hanging around isn't going to make anything happen.
The screen's completely blank.
Everybody here is just as sick of waiting around as you are.
You wonder if I know any jokes...
The difference between you and me?
You're not allowed to smoke, but me, I'm free.
You shouldn't get so uptight you know. Try and distract yourself for a minute.
Put your hand out to the girl next to you.
You'll see. Go on, stroke her knee.
If that doesn't work, don't get too upset. Nobody knows who you are.
Nobody knows who I am. My name's never been in the papers.
I've no name, no money, and I'm dirty.
I used to work at Glico Food's factory not so long ago.
But it pissed me off and I left.
They say if you suck a sweet you can run 300 yards.
I'd have to eat mountains of them. It still takes me 17 sec. to run 100 yards.
I was born under Taurus.
Nobody knows who I am.
I wanted to be a boxer, but I got scared and split after three days.
I only ever looked at my dressings. I'm just a wimp.
Nobody knows who I am.
After that film, the one where Ken Takakura fought like the devil...
...you came out swinging your shoulders as if you'd killed two or three men yourself.
Yes, you!
But what came over you?
I don't forget, you know.
I was crying alone...
...in the darkness of the cinema.
I had curried rice in a cheap restaurant.
Someone had left a paper on the table, and I read:
"Glider Crashes in the Tsushima Channel"
"A young Korean, Lee Ho-gen, was killed"
Struck by this, I looked up at the sky.
Cloudy, clearing later.
Occasional showers.
On cheap, metal-framed wings...
...the Korean daredevil had tried to fly home.
I envy those few yards of sky where you flew.
And I always had this cold...
...weeping over my own clumsiness, me.
I'm a "human plane." A foundryman in a steelworks at 28,000 yen a month.
Nobody knows who I am.
A street behind scruffy workshops.
From this corner of an airing cupboard of a missed-out life...
On the wall of an old people's home...
On a blackboard of a college which I failed to enter...
On the walls of a public toilet...
...everywhere in the streets, I scribble my alibi.
You'd better remember it, I won't say it twice.
I am called...
THROW AWAY YOUR BOOKS, RALLY IN THE STREETS
You hold your breath.
You wait for something
Like a wild animal...
I'd like to break out of my cage.
I'd like to shout out to you at the top of my voice...
I'd like to shout out to you.
Shout out a message to you.
The sun is setting.
You don't know where from.
You don't hear a thing.
That's the trick! That's it!
Don't bother about me. All you've got to do is die.
Official address: Inuotose, Rokunohe, Kamikita, prefecture of Aomori.
Name and surname: Kitamura, Eimei
Born October 11th, 1949, at Furumagi, Rokunohe.
Registered October 14th...
...at the request of his mother, Ine.
Grandfather Kamekichi, deceased.
Grandmother, Tome.
Father, Masaharu.
Mother, Ine, deceased.
Younger sister, Setsu.
This birth certificate is taken from the State civil register.
My grandmother, an old pickpocket and shoplifter.
My father, a beaten dog, a war criminal.
My sister, a man-hating whore.
My house: 33-9, Totsuka, Shinjuku-ku.
A pigsty.
Are you going out?
- If you are, do me a favor. - What?
- Post something for me. - A postcard?
Another competition! At your age!
- It's for a holiday in Hawaii! - Hawaii?
If I win, I'll take you too. How about that?
Just give me back my 2000 yen and forget about Hawaii.
Give me back that 2000 yen I lent you.
I need it for tomorrow.
You've started drinking again.
You shouldn't drink.
Can you solve that riddle...
It goes like this:
"What don't you make when you use it?"
2000 yen!
"And you use when you don't use it?" Can you guess?
You know what they call you, my friend?
Don't call me that. I'm still "father" to you.
Father.
- You've been spying in the women't toilet. - Who told you that?
Those stupid ideas of yours.
- My sister saw you. - Setsuko?
That's enough.
Where are you going?
What time will you be back?
Don't forget the postcard!
It's always the same.
His family mean nothing to him.
Eimei! Wait! I'm coming with you!
The competition - the answer is the bathtub lid!
- Wait! I'm coming up with you! - Too late!
Human strength! Human strength!
Terrible!
I'm going to fly one day.
Fly on my own!
Into the sky on these strong legs!
My father is a peeping Tom!
In women's toilets.
A mean old sod. A bum haunted by creditors.
All mildewed and wrinkled! Make them fly!
I'm flying! I'll always fly!
I'm flying! I'm flying!
I'm a human airplane! I'm flying!
"I have a heart that whistles everywhere." -Vladimir Mayakovsky
There's no point going on playing football.
It's a kid's game for men.
It's a war with rules. It's a mug's game.
On a real grass pitch one should play with a real skull!
- Soap, tackle. - Who needs soap?
Instead of sending me Marx's "Das Kapital"...
...my father sent me "How to Succeed Without Trying!" A fat lot he cares!
So you're back!
- I wanted to be ball boy. - It's all over for today.
Maybe I can clear up?
You're too much! Wait here!
We'll have a drink together.
Coming into the shower with me?
Mr. Omi...
In the old days, did they really use a man's head instead of a ball?
Yes, it was a soldier's game.
Why do you ask?
I'd like to have had a kick at it too.
Mr. Omi...
Haven't you got a girlfriend?
Why do you ask that?
I play football because the ball's big.
Baseball is more virile than ping pong because the ball's bigger.
But a football is bigger still.
The bigger it is, the more virile it is.
A word about cigarettes - they call them "Peace."
But that's not peace!
What I want is the real thing, real "peace."
The real thing, real peace!
INTRODUCTION TO DRUG ABUSE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
That makes me mad.
I don't know why, but that really makes me see red.
I don't think you should keep quiet about it when you feel like that.
So I've made a punch-bag for everybody.
I hung it up in the middle of the street...
...so everyone could bash it and calm their nerves.
I thought all Tokyo would come running.
And that the bag would be full of holes, like honeycomb.
But then a cop came.
He said, "you can't hang it like that."
I don't know why not.
Good morning. Are you from the police?
- Are you? - No, I'm not.
Then why did you tell me to take the bag away?
Why have you got that?
It's not a crime to hang this up.
- What is that bag for? - I don't know, nothing.
It's just something to punch.
I beg your pardon... sorry.
The university - who is it for?
The Turkish bath - who is it for?
The peace movement - who is it for?
The pink film - who is it for?
The skyjack - who is it for?
Masturbation - who is it for?
Dynamite - who is it for?
Your liberation - who is it for?
Your arrest - who is it for?
It's all your fault! All your fault!
It's your own fault! Your own fault!
I've got another one.
Do you think it'll suit me?
Learn to hold your head up.
Let's go where they'll make you a man.
Will it work? I have no confidence.
No one does at first.
But... I won't catch anything?
Calm down, I'm not taking you anywhere dangerous.
- But I... - What is it?
I haven't a cent.
Don't worry, it's on credit.
Your shirt stinks.
Midori!
You call too.
Who is it?
It's me.
- I've brought you another one. - That boy?
OK, come on up.
Just do what she tells you. She'll do the rest.
- But... - What?
Do I have to go up on my own?
Of course! What kind of fool would sit and watch?
I'll wait at "Jack's." Come out when you're a man.
Hello, you! Is this your first time?
What's the matter? Have you got the shakes?
Have you come on your own? I'll stroke you. I'm Tomiko, from Oberon's.
I look tough, but I'm soft-hearted.
Don't you go for women like us?
We're kind, you know.
I'll hug you a bit, how about that?
Let's see a little smile.
You're perfect, you're really sweet.
Where are you going? There's nothing through there. You'll be better with me.
Give me 100 yen.
I'll read your palm.
I haven't eaten since yesterday.
It's terrible.
Fire, water, illness.
- You're going to die soon. - Give me back my 100 yen.
If you touch me, you'll be punished for it.
Everyone gets punished, because my Henry's got a real revolver.
A real revolver.
What is it?
What do you want?
A new team member?
Leave your shirt there. I'll wash it for you.
Don't get uptight. You're so tense.
Come and sit down here.
I've looked after all the team at least once.
Don't get uptight. Come on now...
At your first match, you kicked the ball with your eyes closed, right?
Well, this is the same thing.
It's so easy, you'll see.
Squeeze hard.
Your nails - I'm going to cut them.
- Are you Midori? - Yes.
My real name is Setsu.
The same as my sister.
Can I have a drink?
No more, sorry.
My father's a post office manager.
I'd like to go back home, at least for New Year.
That's a lovely belt. Who gave you that?
Let me take your clothes off.
You've really wrapped yourself up!
You're a funny boy.
- What's the matter? - I'm going home!
What's the matter?
I'm here, Setsuko.
Under the pomegranate tree!
Let's play hospital.
You've forgotten your shoes!
DON'T GRANT FREEDOM TO THE ENEMIES OF FREEDOM
Don't grant freedom to the enemies of freedom.
Let's make the words.
It's a charity.
Freedom! Freedom!
"Suffering doesn't change, only hope changes." -Malraux
Charity! Charity!
"Man has been forced into history." -E. Fromm
"I have a heart that whistles everywhere." -Vladimir Mayakovsky
"This is Rhodes. Jump here!"
I'm looking for a partner who's sincere and likes to chat.
Leave the cooking to me. Not a fly-by-night.
Gotanda, Itani.
I wish to correspond.
Hobbies: collecting stamps and photos of men, torture and tight underpants.
Numerous photos of male nudes.
Postal possibilities.
Fukoka, Narcissist.
I'm looking for a brother, a student. Hobby: tennis.
I don't have much experience, but I enjoy getting it.
I'd prefer someone over 30. Please enclose a photo.
Kagawa Adonis.
Seeking pleasure with men. I can give you moral and physical satisfaction.
Privacy guaranteed.
Measurements: 6 inches, 10 inches, and 11 inches.
Please enclose a photo.
HA-1002
I'm looking for a missing wife.
32 years old, with permed hair.
Last seen wearing a floral dress and sandals.
She has a dimple on her right cheek.
Please notify a police station.
Tokyo, Tanaka.
Seeking a long-term friend. I'm 42 years old.
I want loyalty and friendship.
I'm financially stable.
I'm willing to exchange photos.
Nagoya, a sad and aging boy.
Do you want to marry me?
I'm guaranteed to make you happy.
7-5-2 Setegaya, Tokyo. Koichi Yamamoto.
Looking for lasting friendship leading to marriage.
I'm 42 years old.
My salary is 40,000 yen a month.
My hobby is walking.
Confidentiality guaranteed.
The White Lily Club, Okamoto.
This is the letter which will bring you happiness. I am number 2317.
If you send a similar letter within 24 hours of receiving this...
...you will find happiness.
If you don't reply, you will soon meet your death.
Mr. Nicholson of Canada failed to reply and was run over by a car.
So send your letter within 24 hours.
Number 2317.
Yoshiko, the problem is solved. Come home! Father.
An invitation to the Laughter Club.
When you're troubled...
When you're tired...
We'll laugh together.
No subscription.
NUMBER ONE
Come on over here.
That's not too cool. You've probably not watched TV lately.
Who has?
Northern accent is really thick.
Go take a cold shower, OK?
What's up with you? Tired or what?
Come on! Everybody ready?
It's gonna be really cool.
How do you use it? Like this?
The guy from TV did it just like this.
How come I don't get it.
OK, dude, hurry up.
- Hurry up. - Everybody stay cool.
What is she saying? Is it Japanese?
Mother, I remember...
You used to wash my hair...
...over your big warm lap.
The bubbles hurt my eyes. I screamed at you.
Your black hair was drenched with steam.
Cherry petals came floating in waves through the bathroom window.
Mother, I've got tears in my eyes.
Mother! Just like in that story by Charles Perrault...
You were always cooking, ironing, washing, cleaning.
Oh sinful, gross mother.
My great love was a Korean girl.
The sound of ejaculation.
That joyous escape in a distant place.
Ah, mother!
Mother, who knows nothing.
Mother, who gives nothing.
Mother, who can forsee nothing.
Fat, innocent mother.
Never shocked by a crude word.
Her white, tender arms full of longing.
Mother, I'm abandoning you!
Mother, with your fat behind and your greedy lust.
Mother, with your proud, greedy breasts, the very word dragging out.
Mother, with your hidden desires. I reject them!
Mother, I'm not coming home!
Why did you turn it off?
- Get outta here, all of you! - What?
Get outta here!
Don't you think she might be sick?
- Is that what you think? - Yes.
Why does she take her rabbit to the other side of the railway?
Just so that she can give it some fresh air.
But she won't eat with anyone else any more.
And she won't watch TV.
If she goes on like this, all she'll eat will be cabbage.
It's driving me mad. The house is starting to stink.
Does she go to school?
No, it's not worth it for a girl.
- Good morning. - Hello.
His wife left him, so he always sleeps till lunchtime.
- Well anyway, I've seen it. - Seen what?
Setsu with the rabbit.
It's not possible!
Taking your rabbit for a walk, Setsuko?
We must talk about Setsuko.
- Listen to me! - Who, me?
What do you make of Setsu? Answer me!
- What's the problem? - It's her rabbit.
Kin was saying that we ought to have it killed.
Maybe so.
But I do have some pity.
Maybe so.
Is Mr. Omi there?
- No one's here today. - Is that so? Are you the stand-in?
Is it your first year? Well, see you...
He's left his mother behind.
Mr. Kin...
I've been turning things over all night. It's about Setsu.
It's been bothering me.
Will you kill the rabbit for me?
Then she'll be lonely and won't dislike men any more.
I've talked to my son about it but he's too soft. He won't kill the rabbit.
Even though he killed so many men in the war.
Kill it?
That's right. I can't stand that rabbit.
Setsu hasn't given me a moment's help since she's had that rabbit.
But what will we do with it?
Make a stew, if you like.
But when?
She goes out to the bath house in the evening.
"One way in and two ways out."
Masaharu! The rabbit!
The rabbit!
It wasn't me!
I didn't do it! I didn't do it!
It was Kin. Kin did it!
That's enough, Mom.
Look, there's a little bone here.
Thank you.
Do any of you know?
Where's Toto?
- Your rabbit? He's dead. - Dead?
It was Kin. I tried to stop him.
He killed it.
I put a bottle in front of the mirror and get on with it.
Does it work?
You can put butter of jelly on your hand and rub yourself up.
What is it?
Who are you?
My rabbit's gone. He's dead.
My rabbit...
He's dead.
Open up!
Is anyone there?
A bit of flesh has fallen from the sky, so we're all having a bite.
Don't come in.
You're such a wet rag.