Noisy Requiem (Tsuitô no zawameki)

This film is to Hikaru Yamagiwa, who died before its completion.

May all the lost souls RIP. Yoshihiko Matsui

Yokubo Production

The Noisy Requiem

4-13...

Where is 4-13?

4-13...

13...

- I had a strange dream last night. - What about?

Hmmm, this boy was scattering beans...

Huh... say, do you think the blind can see in their dreams?

Nah, no way.

Then a pure white dove came flying over to the boy's beans.

But there were other grayish pigeons...

so the white one couldn't get to the beans.

The gray ones were bullies?

Right. And then the white one turned black.

- Like a crow? - Yes. It turned into a crow.

That's stupid!

And there were lots of dead bodies.

- Lots of what? - Dead bodies...

Starved to death.

Like in that song We are the World.

What are you talking about?

The people walking around would fall down, one after another.

Then the dove that turned into a crow comes flying over,

and it starts pecking at a man on the ground,

and eats the poor man, who must be dead,

because the man doesn't move at all.

That's really gross! You saw all that?

Well, it was a dream.

I get it...

that's why you give them money,

and tell them not to get eaten by the crows!

I don't know.

I hate crows! What's so good about eating dead people?

I'd rather be a rail thin white dove.

Let's go?

Going to lunch?

No. We're giving them money.

Sorry. I don't think so.

Alright. Then hold this.

Thanks.

Hey!

- How much did you give them? - 1000 yen.

- No way! - It's true.

What a waste!

You said you'd rather be the white dove,

but anyone would turn into a crow, if they're starved.

Maybe. But I'd still want to be a dove.

But then you'd die.

But white is prettier.

You think white is pretty?

At least give him 100 yen.

Why? I won't have any money left to eat on the way home.

See, you're turning into a crow too.

You can afford to give 1000 yen, because you're rich.

I feel so bad.

I feel so sorry...

I really do.

The Pacific War?

Poor thing.

Or could it actually have been the Korean War? Eh?

The Pacific War...

I fought in the Pacific War for the Empire of Japan.

In Manchuria.

- For real? - Yes. For real.

Poor guys.

I feel so sorry.

You know, you two...

you blame the Pacific War for your misery.

But I bet you're not even Japanese.

You're just wearing those caps and pretending to be Japanese.

You're Korean, aren't you?

You never went to war either.

You got hit by an American bomb.

Isn't that the truth? Eh?

Am I right?

You had nothing to do in Korea, so you came here...

to pretend being Japanese,

and to do this as a job, right?

Hey, look.

Look carefully.

I've been carrying this since the day I went to the front.

And this injury was caused...

when I got caught by the Russians in Manchuria.

We are not Koreans!

Hello?

Sergeant?

Oh, sergeant!

Sergeant?

Oh, sergeant!

So, you're healthy?

Yeah.

You're not sick or anything?

- No. - No venereal diseases?

None.

- You're hired then. - Okay.

- This is good business. - Yeah?

Work hard.

Always be on time, just like any other job.

Let's get to the site then.

I have tea ready here.

Excuse me.

No need for tea, we're going to the site now.

This is my sister, Natsuko.

Are you grossed out,

by how Natsuko and I look?

Not at all.

Two men left in the middle of an interview, after seeing us.

But it wasn't so bad today..

those two men were just shocked by us.

They tried hard to hide their shock,

so they kept asking about the job, like they care.

We do pay better than anyone else...

They both said they wanted the job real bad.

I'm serious.

They were complaining about their current jobs.

They were both talkative,

but after I introduced Natsuko, they became quiet.

Their eyes went downcast and they stopped talking.

When I asked questions, they were too stunned to speak.

Finally, they said they had other appointments.

I looked at their faces as they fled out.

Their expressions said, what is this, a freak show?

Aren't you embarrassed to walk with me?

No. I'm not.

I hope you'll stick around.

- Okay. - That's good.

So, what kind of jobs have you done before?

He must be crazy...

Is she your sister?

Take it before you forget.

It's almost your birthday.

- It's okay. - Come on, take it.

I said it's okay.

Just take it. Mom left this for you.

No, thanks.

Are you listening to me?

Mom will scold me when I meet her in heaven.

So please keep it, okay?

I-SHI-KA-WA

Hello there.

Can I help you?

Oh, you want this?

It's not exactly the same,

but this looks close.

And it's on sale.

You don't like it?

Thanks anyway. Come again!

What a prick, that customer.

Go to a fancy department store, if you don't like my stuff.

- Excuse me? - Arrogant prick!

Excuse me?

Summer. Under the flaming sun.

I could use some rain. A good downpour.

It was hot as hell today.

Steam was rising from the street as I walked along.

Rotten people were walking the streets like jellyfish.

I hate how they jump into my eyes.

Rotten people would be sitting here and there,

or standing or running around.

Some were even laughing.

Laughing hard. Whatever it was that was so funny.

They're all garbage. Dumb, stupid garbage.

I went to see her again today.

I like her just as much as I liked you.

I'm sorry, but I hope you'll forgive me.

Honey, she's gone.

She's gone, just like you.

I'm all alone again, honey.

It's just you and me again.

I'm so sorry, honey.

President Pak, shot to death.

Hey, you little... uh, excuse me.

It's 130 yen. I need 60 yen more.

But I always pay 70 yen. You're lying.

It says 70 yen on the bus.

It says so right here, too.

Small people, 70 yen

Good morning.

Are you nuts? That means children, not short adults!

The others were being nice to you.

Come on, give me the 60 yen.

Would you please move it?

Are you alright, Miss?