Hear the Song of the Wind (Hear the Wind Sing / Kaze no uta o kike)

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"That well you came from was built along a distortion in spacetime.

To put it another way, we wander about through time."

FROM THE BIRTH OF THE UNIVERSE 'TIL ITS DEATH. AND SO WE NEVER LIVE, AND WE NEVER DIE. WE, THE WINDS. "THE WELLS OF MARS" BY DEREK HARTFIELD

"We, the winds."

A reservation for tonight's dream bus, right?

What destination?

Huh? To Kobe?

HEAR THE WIND SING

Original Novel by MURAKAMI Haruki

Written & Directed by OMORI Kazuki

Welcome back!

Someone's waiting for you.

I just arrived this morning. I'm not expecting to see anyone.

He's waiting for you every day.

I've been waiting since the day you went back to Tokyo.

You're still awake?

Still enough to say cheers.

I met Rat during our first year at the university.

That night, we were sloppy drunk.

You okay?

Are you dead?

THANK YOU FOR COMING

Mm, but I might've drank too much. I threw up.

The car's busted.

Don't worry.

I can always buy another car, but luck I cannot buy.

- Got the money to replace it? - Yes.

What are you, rich or somethin'?

Something like that.

Good for you.

It's better to be lucky than to be rich.

Money won't save you from hurting yourself, but luck does.

Still, we're very lucky.

Say, how about the two of us become a team?

Together, we could do just about anything.

You can call me Rat.

What should we do first?

Let's drink a beer.

THE BEGINNING OF OUR NEW FRIENDSHIP

The good thing about beer is that you can piss it all out.

Like a double play with one out to go, there's nothing left over.

Rich people draw a bases-loaded walk with none out.

They just keep going round and round in the same place.

Sure you need a little brainpower to get rich.

But to stay rich you don't need any at all.

The way satellites in space don't need gasoline.

They just keep going round and round in the same place.

Right.

But me, I'm not like that, and neither are you.

We have to keep thinking, if we want to survive.

From the weather tomorrow to the size of the stopper in the bathtub.

Don't you think?

Yes, indeed.

Still, in the end, we all die just the same.

Yeah.

Everybody's gotta die sometime.

But until then we've still got fifty-some odd years to go.

And we have a lot to think about while we're living those fifty years.

That's even more tiring than living five thousand years thinking about nothing.

Don't you think so?

Rich people really piss me off.

I really don't know whether Rat's family is rich or not.

When we met, Rat was always away from home,

so that I never saw his family's place.

Only rich people can build such a stupidly wide restaurant.

If it happened to close, you can't use it any other way.

They built it without thinking.

Still you can live here.

Thanks to this, we can drink beer.

I moved in here and started to make a film.

8 mm.

What kind?

A good one, in my opinion.

Not that I think I've got talent or anything.

But then again I figure,

there's no point in doing something where I can't improve myself.

Right?

Sure.

- Do you need the car? - No.

Seeing people makes me want to watch the sea.

Watching the sea...

...makes me want to see people.

If you want to see people, you should go to another bar.

It's useless to visit a deserted bar like this.

What does watching the sea and visiting a bar have in common?

You get drunk if you stay too long.

And then?

I lifted you up.

I asked if anyone knew you.

But nobody did.

I patched up your cut.

I had no chance to find your address,

so I searched your bag.

And then I brought you here opening the door with your key,

and tucked you in bed.

Why did you stay?

Why didn't you just split once you'd dropped me off?

I had a friend who died from alcoholic poisoning.

We drank a lot of whiskey,

said goodnight and parted.

He went home by himself,

brushed his teeth,

put on his pajamas and fell asleep.

The next morning he was dead.

So you stayed up all night to see if I was all right?

How noble of you.

But I want to remind you about something.

Granted, I had too much to drink and made a fool of myself.

But no matter how much of a scene I made, it's still my own responsibility.

Right?

I guess.

Still...

A guy who sleeps with a girl who's passed out...

...is awful!

But I didn't do anything.

Then why am I naked?

You undressed yourself.

I don't believe you.

I have to go.

- Where? - To work.

Where's that?

Near the harbor. Why?

I'll give you a lift. So you won't be late.

Tell me,

can you prove you really didn't do anything?

- You can check yourself. - How?

I swear.

- I don't believe you. - You have no choice.

With civilization comes communication.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

Got it? It's nil.

Good evening!

My name is Kai, your host on Radio NEB's Pop Music Requests!

Are you listening to the radio?

- The radio? - Right-o, radio.

Best machine ever produced by civilization.

More advanced than a vacuum cleaner, smaller than a refrigerator,

cheaper than a television.

What were you doing?

I was reading.

That's no good! You've gotta listen to the radio.

Reading just makes you lonely, don't you think?

Yeah.

Books, those are things you read with one hand to kill time while your spaghetti's boiling.

- You got that? - Yeah.

Great.

Now that that's straightened out, we can talk.

You ever talked to a radio announcer who can't stop hiccupping?

- No. - Well, we're breaking new ground.

It's a first for our listeners at home as well.

Anyway, do you have any idea why I called you during a live broadcast?

No.

Well, to tell you the truth, there's this girl who requested a song for you.

Know who that could be? - No.

She requested the Beach Boys song California Girls.

We remember that one, no?

Got a guess who she might be?

Well, that's a problem, then.

If you can guess who she is, you'll get a special edition T-shirt sent to you.

So think hard!

When you put it that way, there was this girl in my class five years ago who let me borrow that record.

A girl?

We were on a field trip and this girl's contact lens fell out and I helped her look for it.

So, as a reward, she let me borrow that record.

A contact lens, huh?

- You gave the record back to her, right? - No, I lost it.

That's no good. Even if you had to buy a new one, you should've returned it.

A girl lends you something, you return it, understand?

- Yes. - Great!

So the girl from five years ago, who lost her contact lens on a field trip,

she's definitely listening, yeah?

Well, it looks like he'll buy a copy of that record and return it to you. Great!

You're a student?

- Yes. - What's your major?

Biology.

So you like animals?

- Yes. - What do you like about them?

- That they don't laugh. - Really? Animals don't laugh?

- Dogs and horses laugh a little. - When?

- When they're happy. - Well,

maybe we'll start seeing more canine comedians.

You're not one of those?

I'd like California Girls by...

How'd you find out I work here?

Just a coincidence. I came to buy a record.

Which one?

The Beach Boys album with California Girls on it.

This one?

I also want Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 3.

Glenn Gould or Backhaus, which one do you want?

Glenn Gould.

What else?

The Miles Davis album with Gal in Calico.

And?

Hashida Norihiko and Schubert? What's all this?

It's a birthday present, except the one by the Beach Boys.

But my birthday is in two months.

I thought you could use them for your film.