Exte: Hair Extensions (エクステ)

My nose hair grows so fast lately.

- 'Cause the air's dirty. - Oh, yeah.

Any luck with last night's Lotto 4?

Washed out.

Told ya! You'll never hit with those numbers.

But I really loved her.

Using the name of a chick who dumped you... what was her name again?

Her name's Go-tou Na-mi. Four numbers: five, ten, seven and three.

Hold on. Five and ten, right?

Five, one, zero, seven, and three? That's five numbers, not four, right?

Huh? Go-tou?

I see! Five, one or zero.

Which did you use, one or zero?

I used one.

Idiot! No wonder you never win.

Mind if we leave the lights on?

No problem!

Sorry but we gotta work too, you know.

Actually that works for us too!

- That ain't for you to say. - Sorry boss.

- Actually that works for us too! - Thanks!

- That's exactly what I said. - Evening.

Oh, evening.

Evening. Sorry to take so long.

Sorry.

This container apparently reeks a little.

Thought we better take a look.

- Really? - Wanna take a look?

I don't know.

Well, better open it up.

Hair. Human hair.

Materials for hair extensions.

Used for what?

Hair extensions. You know, fake hair.

Extensions?

This whole zone is filled with hair.

Get real.

That's what the man said.

Lately young chicks wear these in their hair for fashion.

Nothing looks out of the ordinary.

Is that smell from the hair?

Human hair's gotta stink a bit, eh?

They lock up real hair in crates for weeks and import them.

Then obviously it's gonna stink, eh?

No peeking! Turn away.

"Mr. Lonely Heart, see you tonight too."

Got-cha.

Person.

Person.

Mr. Takashima, a person.

A person?

Are you all right?

Is it dead?

- Call the police. - R-Right.

Yamazaki. I'm outta here.

See you tomorrow.

Almost forgot. The cops found something amazing at the harbor earlier.

Did they?

It arrives tomorrow.

Understood.

Later.

Good night, sir.

Die.

Cheap imitation.

You are all garbage.

We understand each other, right?

Life's tough.

If it isn't hair stylist in training, Yuko Mizushima...

...once again fast asleep at her table from another all-nighter.

Better get up or...

Morning.

Morning.

If isn't Yuki Morita, pro dancer in the making, my roommate for over a month.

Darn!

At this rate I'll be late for my job of two years at salon Gilles de Rais.

Yuki laughs and says...

"I gotta get moving to my part-time job that pays for my dance studio fees."

I say, "See you later" and exit first.

"Later!" I say.

I might be home late.

You're always late.

What?

Forgot something.

Space cadet.

I'm off!

See you!

Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go.

Here I go.

I always ride on this road, but that's no reason not to drive safely.

Yuko Mizushima. Age 20. This hair stylist in training heads off...

...aiming to be a great stylist one day.

Through the tunnel, we find...

...the same town.

This town shows various expressions.

Sky, mountains, greenery. Hilly, narrow and wide streets.

As if time stands still under this blue sky.

I love this town.

Good morning!

Good morning! See you!

If necessary, observe all hand signals. Of course, safe driving comes first.

Cutting through the temple and fish shop...

The sea is near.

The sea, the sea!

Surf and sun!

The sea in the morning is lovely. But I can't get too absorbed into it.

Down the main street and turning right.

Almost there.

Being ten minutes late, I get all in a fluster.

Lupin, move. Thanks.

Any hair in here?

Sorry! I know, I'm late.

If it isn't Sachi, my coworker, another stylist in training...

...and disciple of beauty.

"Are you still at it?" I say in a humorous tone.

Sachi answers, "Picking up from yesterday?"

Sachi proposes, "Everyone at our salon should talk like this."

What Sachi, who's been at the salon two years, meant was...

...we've been using overly explicit dialogue and everyone laughs at it.

We started and now it's a habit. We can't stop ourselves.

Morning.

- Good morning! - Bonjour, Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir. - Bonjour.

On a TV drama last week...

...this habit to explain circumstances came from similar dialogue like...

“Well if it isn't Mr. Toda, who I met a month ago, walking over."

You said it.

Morning!

Good morning!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Morning!

The name's Gilles de Rais.

It's French, ya know.

Morning!

Good morning!

Morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Good morning.

Don't stop working.

Yuriko, did you finish that cut in the given time yesterday?

Yes, no worries.

Listen up.

Mind the client's time as well as your own.

If you can finish earlier, the client will have time to get a coffee afterwards.

Your ambitions are important too.

But the client is giving you their time, not the other way around.

Yes.

Let's get to it.

Hurry up!

This isn't the way to school.

It's fine. Move it.

What the hell?

Hair?

From the cargo container?

Hair extensions?

The kidneys are?

They have clearly been plucked clean.

And her eye too?

Yes, it's been surgically removed too.

Must be a slavery victim from some foreign country.

Meaning?

The world's full of black market human organ trading routes.

Organ trading?

Kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Kidnapped and had her organs harvested.

And the surgery was done by a pro.

A talented doctor for sure.

Was she hidden in that container?

Or did she hide after escaping the surgery? Are those extensions hers too?

Don't ask me.

Umm...

You finished?

Not yet.

We're done.

Okay.

It's growing already.

You're quick.

It's growing from your tongue too.

You crying?

You crying?

'Cause the world's cruel?

I'm starving. What did you buy for dinner?

Who's this?

Mami.

She was asleep at our door.

"Dear Yuko,"

"1) Even if you try to return her I'm not at my old house."

"2) Watch her for a while."

"3) I'll call you. From Kiyomi."

Damn her.

Hello.

Hello, Sis?

Kiyomi's answering service. Leave a message.

Don't take me wrong, but no slanderous messages.

Beep!

Who you callin', babe?

Answer! Don't push your kid off on me!

You never change. How many times do I have to clean up your mess?