The Booth (絶対恐怖 Booth ブース)

You're tuned to “Life's Bitter and Sweet“...

the radio show that listens to you. Let's take a phone call.

Hello?

Hello.

Good evening, ma'am.

May I ask your age?

26.

- Where do you live? - Senju.

According to your postcard...

your problem concerns a man who's a boarder in your house.

Is that correct?

Yes.

How old is he'?

22.

ls he employed?

No, he's a student.

And the two of you are romantically involved'?

Yes. He says he wants to marry me...

but there's opposition.

From his parents or yours?

His.

Has he tried talking to them?

Yes.

But they're adamant, is that right'?

Yes, we decided to commit suicide together.

Heavens, no! You mustn't do that.

If you feel that strongly, you can always elope.

Life is far too precious.

His parents will come around.

But I'm afraid we've already done it.

Excuse me'?

We've already committed suicide.

When was that, may I ask?

It's been some 30 years now.

30 years? This happened ages ago, then.

The problem is he's still alive.

What?

I'm the only one who died.

So you're saying you've been dead for 30 years?

That's correct.

I see. Where are you calling from'?

Close by.

Close by?

Close to our station?

No, close to you.

Close to me'? I see.

Fix that.

Yes, sir.

You... betrayed... me.

What are you saying?

Are you trying to accuse me of something?

- How's that? - Nothing's working.

Mr. Nogami! Mr. Nogami!

STUDIO NO. 6

BOOTH

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Time at the tone is 12 midnight.

Men fall in love with their eyes.

Women, with their ears.

Welcome to "Tokyo Love Lines" with Shingo Katsumata!

We've now rounded midnight.

And I, Shingo Katsumata, stand ready...

to navigate you through the stormy seas of love...

with single-minded devotion.

For the next .90 minutes...

I'll be responding to your calls live, so stick around, okay?

Let's start with email.

This comes from "Haney Bunny, " Very cute.

"I finally mustered the nerve to tell a guy I liked him.

"It was a complete disaster.

"You know what he said to me afterwards?

He said, 'Don't tell anyone about this.“

Wow, what an asshole!

"Unforgivable, " Bunny writes.

I totally agree with you.

Even from a man's perspective, that's law.

Punch his lights out.

Which brings us to tonight's theme: “unpardonable words.“

Something a lave interest said that really got your goat.

Words said in the heat of argument, perhaps.

Or a casual comment that still drives you nuts.

Words are bullets.

And I've been shot many a time.

I've been called a “womanizer. “

Who me? "Mr. Sensitive?" Never!

But that's all ancient history.

Unpardonable words.

Our email and fax lines are open. Talk to us at...

[email protected] All lower case letters.

[email protected]

Or by fax, it's 03-0356-5989.

Dial carefully. It's past midnight.

We wanna hear from you.

We're broadcasting from a different studio than usual...

one from the station's early days.

You see, we're moving to a new building next month.

So all our regular equipment is in boxes.

So today, we come to you from antique surroundings.

Cuing song!

I kind of like the retro feel.

It's a nice change of pace.

So here's our first song!

You are Mine by Serendy.

You're off the air.

Can't I at least have some better headphones?

There's mildew on these. They'll make me itch.

We'll look for some.

Pretty old-looking equipment.

I've used it before.

We learned on these machines.

Oh.

- Coffee? - No, thanks.

This better be just for today. It's dingy down here.

Don't worry.

The studio's being dismantled tomorrow.

STUDIO NO. 6

Make sure you turn off your radio.

You're on next. Good luck.

Will this be tossed?

I don't know. Might be worth something.

Stand by.

Oh, okay.

We'll go to the phones.

Unpardonable words on Love Lines tonight!

From Chiba, we have "Nasty"? Strange name.

Hello, Nasty.

Hello.

You're 12, so that puts you in the 6th grade?

Yes.

Do you like school?

Not really.

Oh, that's too bad.

Let's see, what was I doing in the 6th grade?

I was in the band!

Are you in the band, Nasty?

- Yes. - What do you play'?

Wait, let me guess.

The trumpet?

No.

Girls don't play the horn.

Snare drum'?

No.

Wrong again. I know! The harmonium!

The recorder.

Ah, yes, the recorder.

Very pretty instrument.

Except for the spit.

Okay, so tell me, Nasty.

What words hurt you? And who said them?

A bay in my class who I had a crush an.

He was moving away, so...

So you confessed.

I was going to. I waited for him on the playground.

And?

- "Stop staring, ugly!" - What'?

He said, "Stop staring, ugly!"

Ouch! That stings!

He actually said that? "Stop staring, ugly?"

Yes.

That was mean! Really!

Come here, Shingo.

Yes, ma'am.

When I was a kid, my family moved a lat, ma.

Because of my father's job.

I'm sad to announce that this is Shingo's last week.

His family is moving away.

It's hard, and boys your age are stiff just kids,

Romantic feelings bloom much later.

I was a latecomer myself.

At 72, I had absolutely no interest in the apposite sex.

Nor did they in me.

I'll write you, Shingo.

I'll write you, too.

Girls were like creatures from another planet.

I wouldn't be caught dead alone with one.

What's your family like?

I have two brothers, one older and one younger.

That boy wouldn't have said it...

if he knew you liked him.

Really?

I'm positive.

I'll bet he even liked you...

but was too shy about it to tell you straight.

Hello?

Interference.

We've got a bad connection.

Nasty, are you there?

You liar.

What? Hello?

Hello, Nasty?

Hello?

Great, you're back. Sorry about that.

Anyway, does that make you feel better?

Yes.

Thank you for calling.

Shingo?

Yes?

- I'm your biggest fan, - Thanks. Good night.

She has that fresh innocence of youth. Oh, to be a kid again.

What was that noise, though?