Kidnapping Blues (キッドナップ・ブルース)

A CO-PRODUCTION OF BIRDS STUDIO AND ART THEATRE GUILD

Where's your mother? - Away.

Again?

Wanna go somewhere?

I want to see the sea.

In Chabarowsk: wind from northeast, light breeze, cloudy, atmospheric pressure at 998 milibar

- Was your mother there? - No.

Wanna go grab a bite?

At first, he was in a ball mode, and gave two walks

Now it's the ninth batter for the reliever.

He hit it! This has to be a home run!

Lytfle gives up! Home run!

Come to think of it I've never met your mother.

What is she like?

A hostess.

- What about your father? - Don't have one.

Do you come here often?

From time to time.

On Wednesdays.

I see.

Did you hear the piano?

Up to where could it be heard?

- You could hear it from the entrance of this lot. - I see.

It's a beautiful sight. I always look at it while playing.

It's really nice. There are also planes in the sky.

- Do you play any instruments? - Yeah.

- What? - Trumpet.

I see.

What kind of music do you play?

Jazz.

There's all kinds of jazz.

Yeah...

I'm into Free Jazz. I guess the 60s stuff.

- The 60s, huh? - Yeah.

There's also some from the late 50's, isn't there.

Yeah...

It really soaks in, doesn't it?

Becomes a habit.

- It never wears off, does it? - It never does.

The strange sounds in those days were great.

It's not showy.

Right.

It's as if... rolling slowly.

Is the child alright? It's late.

She's alright. It's not that chilly tonight.

Is she your daughter?

No, she's from my neighborhood.

A latchkey child.

No father, the mother's a hostess.

She's alone most of the time.

- Do you have any children? - No, I don't.

- A wife? - Not at the moment.

There was one in the past?

There was.

Why did you break up?

Well, for various reasons.

She just left.

Oh, she managed to escape?

Well, I guess that's right.

What would you do if I'd suddenly start to strangle you?

Sounds pretty scary.

Are you such a person?

Only on Wednesdays.

Just kidding.

Going on a trip with such a child is a good thing, isn't it?

TSURUYA

Stop talking nonsense!

His face? He's a nice person. He really is.

I'll call you back later. Bye.

- Can you call on your own? - Yes.

Mai? Where are you? At Granny's?

No, with a man.

A man? Who? Mr. Mizuki?

- No. - Mr. Uchida?

- No. - Let me speak to Mr. Uchida.

Aren't you married?

Will you marry me, Mai?

I won't get married.

Why?

I hate children.

Oh...

Mai!

Where will it open up next? Where?

Which one? Which one will open up?

I don't know! Don't know!

Too many going in.

Oh! There are some more!

There!

You're a pro, aren't you?

Look!

- I can do it. - You can?

- Yes. - You did it.

- Are fireworks scary? - Yes.

Beautiful.

Why is it scary? Because it makes that sound?

- No. - It's not the sound?

- No. - Why else?

Because it's hot?

Wanna try this one?

- A different one? - Yeah.

What about this one? Or this?

- Shall we try this one? - Yes.

- I can do this one. - Alright.

Look!

Mine's not lit up.

Make a circle with it. Let's make some eyeballs.

- That's right. Is it pretty? - Yeah.

- It leaves traces. - It does.

- It looks round, doesn't it? - Yeah.

- It's over. - It's over?

- Yeah. - Alright. It has become dark.

- Are you lonely? - No.

In Madrid, you can see real flamenco.

At night, when guitar strings glint, people start clapping their hands

to enjoy the passionate dance.

The night goes on with the triple rhythm.

The guitar makes an intense, melancholic sound.

The dancer performs an energetic dance to the sound.

And they work the audience into a state of excitement.

A flamenco dance under the starry sky.

Madrid at night is a perfect place for flamenco.

And all people, daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law,

boyfriends and girlfriends, talk about flamenco.

Somebody died.

But we won't die, right?

Everybody dies!

Mommy too?

- Everybody has to say bye bye. - Liar.

My old man doesn't drink or smoke.

- You smoke? - Yeah.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Good? - Yes.

- Does it really taste good? - Yes, it really does.

It doesn't just go up in smoke

That's just the old man talking.

- How about a drink? - Yes.

Thank you very much.

- Good? - Yes.

Is it really good?

Yes, it is.

Yes, it's so good.

But you get sober soon, no?

- Yes. - That's also the old man talking.

"I don't touch that stuff. A farmer doesn't do wasteful things," he says.

And what about women?

Don't have one. Well, I tend to like them.

- Like them? - Yeah.

When my old man was young, there was a brothel nearby.

And he went there, just once.

"It was great."

"Really, really great," he said.

So I said: "With mom at home, what a waste."

He said: "A farmer doesn't do wasteful things."

Why did he say that?

It has been 3O years since that day.

"But..."

"That scent, those beautiful clothes."

"I still remember everything," he says.

"For 30 years, every single day! That's a bargain!"

"A farmer doesn't do wasteful things."

He told me to go have a look myself.

- But there's no red light district, is there? - No.

Not anymore.

Well... I'm just not cut out to be a farmer.

Why is that?

I like to drink, I like to smoke.

And I'm addicted to women.

Want another one?

That's a really beautiful piece.

Sounds like autumn.

- Is it jazz? - For the most part.

Daddy plays the piano very well, doesn't he?

We're on a bike trip. We come from Tokyo.

From Tokyo...

It's wonderful a father travels by bike with his daughter.

Parents and children these days don't really pull together, do they?

I am a fish.

The ship is sinking!

- I've been to a bathouse before. - With who?

With Mommy.

Shall we go back home?

PLEASE LOOK OUT FOR THIS CHILD

Hey, he)'-

- Hello. - Where're you from?

From Tokyo.

Tokyo...

- You smell like Tokyo. - Oh, really?

I was all alone in here before you came.

Do you know which song I sang?

No idea.

It was Only You.

Hey, what did you do in 1963?

- In 1963? - Yeah.

Well, I was a third year high school student.

I was a star back then.

Never seen me before?

- No. - I'm not kidding!

They marketed my face in profile.

Not sure if you know this, but there was a detective called Danny Boyd.

He was famous for his left-side profile.