Are you ok?
Earth from Koshien stadium.…
That's right, I'm an ex-high school baseball player,
who represented Saga prefecture.
I'm sorry, I can't buy this. -What? Why?
A high school baseball fan would want this.
Because this soil contains a person's tears of regret,
it's valuable. -No…but!
You will be devastated if you give this up.
When you lose, lose and lose again,
when you feel frustrated,
look at this earth and remember the old days.
You will certainly win!
Shichiya san…(Mr. Pawnshop)
Thanks.
Shichiya san, you say such good things.
I'm so glad you came early.
You came right? -Huh?
I'm quite thirsty.
I wanted to go to El Dorado early.
Are you worried about Hana chan?
It's not like that.
You look good Hana chan,
you might become number one on your first day.
Don't make fun of me. -I mean it!
It really suits you.
But why do you want to work?
I didn't intend to, but...
Nanase san said, those that don't work don't eat.
Hmm
Mama, Fukutomi san has come.
That's rare, the Cabaret King visiting my place.
Cabaret King?
Daisuke Fukutomi, aka the Cabaret King.
A legendary proprietor of Kabuki-cho cabaret.
What an amazing person. -He's actually really rude,
he said "All the hostesses here are boring...
is there anyone new?" -Well... newbie...
It's been a while, Fukutomi san. -Ah, Erika, so it has.
Surprisingly popular here, isn't it? -Thanks to you.
This is our new girl Hana. -Pleased to meet you, I'm Hana.
Hana... that's a nice name.
I haven't seen your face around here, where are you from?
I don't know.
Huh? -Where I'm from...
or what kind of person I am... I have absolutely no idea.
I'm the same.
Even at my age... I still have no idea who I am.
You and I are like-minded.
Ah, you're actually working. -Hey Nanase san!
A pervy father type, that's tough!
Treat it as a lesson about society.
That's enough Nanase san. -You're 'pawnshop' Nanase?
Nice to meet you Fukutomi san.
Shinjuku's number one appraiser.
No, the world's number one!
Hahaha... Interesting.
Now, since we are here, appraise me.
OK.
The suit is a Paul Smith special-order, 300,000.
Shoes, Alessandro Berluti, 250,000.
Watch, a Franck Muller Tonneau Curvex Master Banker, 2 million.
It's all about luxury! -You're certainly dressed in luxury goods, but...
as to to your own value I'm not so sure.
What? -You may have money but are not cultured,
and have no sense or dignity.
In short, you're nouveau riche.
I'll take that as an appraisal fee.
This brat!
You're certainly right, I am a rich man.
It seems that the rumors about Shinjuku's top appraiser are true.
I will request your work soon.
Not now, I'm busy. -No, you'll always be busy.
You have a lot of confidence.
These eyes have seen an awful lot in this city.
What kind of person is he, Cabaret King Fukutomi?
A typical nouveau riche, as per Nanase's appraisal.
Incidentally, as a baby, he was abandoned on a roadside in a cardboard box.
He was raised by hawkers.
Eh?
But the hawkers split when Fukutomi san was 10.
He's been abandoned twice, by birth parents,
and then by foster parents. -Oh...
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Shinobu san, do you know him, the Cabaret King?
Well, I've been doing business in this town for a long time.
I mean, is he married?
It's thought that he had a divorce when he was younger.
And the other person?
I heard she'd already died.
Not a single relative…
Kondo san... we need to find information on the arson case.
You can go alone.
Is that a surveillance camera?
What are you looking for?
Please don't be so selfish.
The chief is angry because I'm...
W...what?
Excuse me...
Is Nanase san here? -Yes.
Well... I request an immediate on-site appraisal.
Right now... that's impossible.
Fukutomi san said to bring you by any means necessary.
A mansion in Den-En-Chofu. What a 'riche' idea!
Does a place this big have a maid?
I fired everyone except the driver! Hmph!
Because those people,
were foolish and only cared for money.
Ahh...
Excuse me.
Wow! Amazing!
I have been collecting for 30 years.
So...what do you think I should appraise?
Everything in this room. -What?
My doctor just told me I have terminal cancer.
When I die, it won't be a laughing matter.
I have no family,
I'm going to die alone, so,
I at least want to drown in pleasure until my last moment.
So you intend to completely sell-off your collection to fund your indulgence.
Well, that's what it is.
Can you do the appraisal?
If you're sure.
So, for starters...
Dresden tea cups,
one set: 100,000 yen…
but only if it's real.
Ha ha ha!
Good. Carry on to your heart's content!
It goes without saying,
I won't lie to the connoisseur.
A Persian carpet woven at an Amoghli atelier...
if you sell it, you can have a two week spree at Monte Carlo Casino.
Casino eh? It's not a bad one either.
I have something that's perfect for you.
Gallé vase, 300,000.
Are you ok?
A bisque doll,
a French 19th century doll,
its main feature is a porcelain head.
Made by Jumeau,
and in good condition; it wouldn't sell for less than 7 million yen.
What...really?
If you're freaked out by the value,
you can't be an appraiser.
No way... seven million!
What about this one?
Ah, this one is just junk,
I'll dispose of it.
Fukutomi san, really liked Hana chan,
all these expensive clothes he's given her.
Ah..yeah...
So, you still can't remember anything?
No,
I don't know who I am, I'm so scared.
Tatsu san, is it a date?
Don't tease me!
She's been waiting for her lover for more than seventy years.
Huh?
During the war, she arranged to meet her lover in the park,
but on his way, he died in an air raid.
Tatsu san, even now,
is unable to forget.
She is living in the memory.
Living in the memory?
But I wonder... there are people like Hana chan,
who have lost their past,
while some people, like Tatsu san stay in the past.
Well Hana chan, isn't it ok if you can just enjoy living now?
Sometimes it's better not to remember.
Yes.
What do you like on your fried eggs? Soy? Sauce?
Salt.
Somehow, Hana chan really blends in here, right.
Doesn't she? Like she's always wanted to work here.
Anyway, the Fukutomi thing...
Yeah, selling off the antiques collection?
Eh? How did you know?
Mama knows everything about this city!
Wow... -For the short remainder of his life, he craves pleasure,
it really feels like a typical Cabaret King's death right?
Something's troubling about it though.
Hey!
Foolish.
Hey, Hana chan,
do you enjoy working at El Dorado?
Huh?
... of course not, it's a night job,
so it's quite dangerous...
also, it's frequented by many strange men, it must be difficult.
Thanks for your concern.
No, I'm not worried...
Right, I'm going to old Fukutomi's place.
Huh? What? -It's decided.
I'm going to watch the unsightly death.
Hello, is Fukutomi san here?
He is inside, but, he is already...
No... when you see him, you'll understand.
Excuse me...
Get out!
Hello.
You haven't kicked the bucket yet then?
You've come just at the right time.
Nanasuya,
will you fight with me?
The rules are simple.
There's vodka in these. We take turns to drink,
and the first one down is the loser.
In a drinking game, you can't defeat me.
Hahaha, it's not just a drink.
Among these glasses,
there is a fake...
it contains cyanide.
What? -Naturally, I don't know which is the fake.
How about it Nanasuya?
It's an interesting game, don't you think?
Don't do it Nanase san.
Even if you don't drink it, you'll die soon anyway.
The value of our lives don't balance.
Oh.
I understand.
Then the reward is... the notebook.
Notebook? -The man that you're most eager,
to know about, is in my hand written notebook.
So, does that motivate you to play?
It's just what I wanted because I'm quite thirsty.
Nanase san! -Stop!
This glow is definitely 18th century Venetian glass.
Tasty.
Good courage.
I'm a pro, you don't stand a chance.
It's your turn.
Nanase san, let's stop this, it's wrong.
Don't distract me.
Eighteenth century Meissen... it's real.
Vodka is effective on an empty stomach.
Hey Hana, put a record on, it'll liven things up a little I guess.
Right.
Let's finish together.
Who will be the first to kick the bucket?
I'm sorry but, you will die.
No, you'll never know if you don't drink it.
I know my appraisal, there's no mistake.
Cheeky kid.
Before dying, please tell me one thing,
why haven't you dumped that cheap doll yet?
I just forgot.
Really?
Then I'll get rid of it.
Stop!
You noticed?
Fukutomi san,
you said you didn't have a family.
You're lying.
Hana Fukutomi?
The owner of this cheap doll,
is the old guy's daughter -Eh? Daughter?
Prying into people's past isn't your job!
If you don't know its history, it can't be appraised.
Where's your daughter now?
I haven't seen her since my divorce... 30 years ago.
In those days, I was working desperately,
to earn a lot of money.
Once, after a long period away with work,
I returned home...
my wife and daughter had gone.
All that was left was this doll.
Hana, happy birthday.
Thank you Dad.
Such a cheap doll, but my daughter was delighted with it.
Since she disappeared,
I don't know what I've been living for.
No matter how much money I earnt,
I couldn't escape the emptiness.
So, for your daughter,
the clothes, the scarves, you just keep buying them.
Such a pitiful man.
You're a real nuisance for Hana too,
just because she has the same name, you selfishly pile stuff for your daughter on her.
Enough.
This is the end.
I came all the way especially to see this!
It isn't entertaining if you kick the bucket so quickly.
I wonder if an exciting death could make you a legend.
This is an effeminate death.
I wonder if an exciting death could make you a legend.
This is an effeminate death.
Please.
Father?
Hana!?
Is it really Hana!?
Please let your daughter and granddaughter care for you.
An effeminate death wouldn't be so bad after all.
That was unnecessary, fool.
By chance, I saw Sen being chased that day.
I guess he got caught up in trouble.
He was in the Chinese mafia.
By the way, why are you looking for Sen?
He's my father.
Of course,
that baby...
Where did you come from, Nanase san?
From my mother's belly.
That's not what I meant! Before you came here...
I don't remember.
I'm back.
Eh? But El Dorado?
I quit. -Eh？
Nanase san, I want to work here properly.
Why?
A person's memory dwells in a thing.
I felt that way when I met Fukutomi san.
Is it bad?
No, it's not bad.
It's not bad, but it's a waste.
That sexy dress you wore at the club.
Enough.
How shall I dispose of that person?
As you wish.
Translation and timing by Miamaw with help from M-choc
Thanks for watching! >^..^<$
Shiro to kuro to hai no IRONY
hikari o motome teta hibi
naku shita hazu BLUE no MEMORIES
CHANGE THE LIFE toki no ashi ato
me no mae ni aru LIES nisemono
zawameki bakari NO nichijou
kono sekai kaete mitainara
ima sugu kokoro no koe sakebe
I’M READY TONIGHT, READY TO GO
kawaranai hashiri tsudzukete
IT’S MY LIFE kono te ni
koero BEYOND THE SUN
YOU’RE READY TONIGHT, READY TO LIVE
kirameki
Ima koko de nani ga okite mo
tamashii no kakera WE FOUND IT