Black Sun (黒い太陽)

A NIKKATSU PRODUCTION

Pops, let me throw these on.

Hey, watch it!

Wow, this ain't easy work!

Here, let me help you.

Thief!

He took the best batch!

Stop, thief!

Wait!

Stop!

Damn you!

Thief! Son of a bitch!

Hey...

Black Sun.

Here. - Thank you.

- This one? - No bag.

BLACK SUN

Produced by KANO OTSUKA and KEINOSUKE KUBO

Based on the Story by TENSEI KONO Screenplay by NOBUYO YAMADA

Cinematography by MITSUJI KANAU

Production Design by KAZUHIKO CHIBA

Edited by AKIRA suzul<I

Music by TOSHIRO MAYUZUMI

Performed by THE MAX ROACH QUARTET

“Six Bits Blues" Performed by ABBEY LINCOLN

Starring

TAMIO KAWACHI

CHICO ROLAND

YUKO CHISHIRO, HIDEJI OTAKI

SHOGEN NITTA ZENJI YAMADA, TATSUYA FUJI

Directed by KOREYOSHI KURAHARA

Hey, watch it!

What a jerk!

Honey, it's the shop over there.

What are you doing? We can't even walk around here.

Damn it!

Hey there.

This should cover it. - No! Apologize to this black man.

It's just a record. This is extortion.

Let's go.

Stop it!

Good-bye.

He jumped in front of my car!

Shit.

All right!

See ya!

I'll give you 80,000 yen.

Okay. Where's the money?

Come back in three days.

No way! I can't walk home from here.

I'll lend you that one.

That thing runs?

Hurry up, slowpoke!

Get it moving, man!

Make way there!

Make way!

Make way! Move back!

Happened 30-40 minutes ago. I heard a rat-tat-tat.

- A machine gun? - They were Americans.

This means big trouble. - The killer too?

The cops say it was two Gls fighting. I wonder what happened.

- Is this your car? - Yeah.

- Where'd you come from? - Back there.

- Where you going? - That way.

- Your license. - My license?

My license...

Hey, is this yours?

That's filthy!

That belongs to Baldy.

Go on! Hurry up!

It won't start.

Push him!

Attention, all residents and passersby.

The escaped killer is thought to be hiding in the vicinity.

He is vicious and armed with a machine gun,

so lock up securely and exercise extreme caution.

Police are searching the area. Your cooperation is requested.

You can't just barge into my home like this.

Who's this guy?

A squatter. We've asked him repeatedly to leave.

Monk!

Monk!

Atta boy.

Wait here.

Bastards! Look at this mess.

Good boy. Just wait.

I'm gonna play a great record for you.

Here it is.

What's wrong?

Ah, you must be hungry.

We'll listen to this later.

What'll it be today?

Sausage and cheese.

Sausage and cheese. Will that be all?

And this.

The canned tuna? It's very good.

Cheese, and this -

Stop! Thief!

They make me so mad!

- How much? - That'll be 300 yen.

Thank you.

See you.

Come again!

Hey, sleeping with an MP tonight?

Idiot! I'm interpreting.

Hey, did you hear about the machine gun?

Fat white pigs! Give it to her good.

Come here.

You...

you're black!

Today's my lucky day!

The curtains?

The curtains, eh?

You're bleeding.

I no speak English.

But please understand: I'm your friend.

All black men are my friends, so you are too.

Take a look.

They're all my friends,

so you are too.

I no speak English.

Damn it! If Yuki were here, she could interpret.

Oh, I get it! Medicine, right?

"Okay, good."

This, right?

Why'd you do that?

My belt?

We can't. If we go now,

the MPs and cops will find us,

and they'll kill you with one shot.

“Stop.” “Good" to “stop.”

I said it was good to stop.

Broken. No touch.

Over here.

Hide in there.

Hurry.

Hurry UP-

Hurry.

Anybody home?

Oh, you're here.

Of course. I live here.

We're finally demolishing the place. You really must leave this time.

You've said that before.

Could you move that?

No.

I need to look up there.

There's nothing in that oil drum.

That's not where I want to look.

I'll just boost myself up.

Are you sick? You're shivering.

Should I be making jokes now?

We don't need a bulldozer. A winch will do.

Glad to hear it.

Please clear out soon.

It's okay now.

You still don't trust me?

I'm your friend.

“L love you.” Understand?

“L love you.”

See all these guys?

This guy...

and this guy, I love.

This guy too.

And this guy too.

All black people are my friends.

So... “l love you”! Get it now?

Trumpet...

Miles Davis.

I love.

Piano... Thelonious Monk. I love.

Tenor sax... Sonny Rollins. I love.

Drums... Max Roach.

I love.

Vocals...

Abbey Lincoln. I love.

Bass... Ray Brown. I love.

Negro jazz - number one!

You are Negro. Very good!

Oh, I know!

Play this for me.

You'll feel better too.

Why so testy?

What would help you relax?

Stay as long as you want.

They're not gonna tear it down.

They just keep inspecting it.

We could steal luxury cars,

and bread, and meat.

And we'll steal record players.

I know! I'll play something good.

What's wrong?

Isn't it cool? They're your people.

You don't like jazz?

That can't be.

No way.

Jazz always relaxes me.

You too, right?

Monk!

Monk!

You bastard!