Sad Vacation (サッド ヴァケイション)

September 10th, 1989. Kita-Kyushu.

After finishing his five year jail term for murder, ex-gangster Yasuo Matsumura returned to his hometown.

Yasuo was then forced to shoot and kill six people and later turned the gun on himself.

He had no right arm.

His sister Yuri and his childhood friend Kenji Shiraishi,

who allegedly were both with Yasuo on the day of the massacre, disappeared shortly after.

Ten long years have passed since then.

Move!

Disposal fee.

Let's go.

Gotta pee.

Over here.

Why the kid?

His dad died. I'll look after him.

Kids fetch double.

He's not for sale.

No head for business, huh?

What about him?

I'll take him with me.

- I'll go cash out. - Okay.

Kenji!

Yuri.

Yu-ri.

Yuri.

Good.

Kenji.

Kenji.

Yuri.

Kenji.

Your name?

Yuri.

Kenji.

Achun.

Very good! You got it! So you're Achun, huh?

Here, want another?

Your leaving? Really?

Take care!

Don't talk like that.

Next time you see my brother, Yasuo, tell him to hurry home.

Tell him I'll be waiting with Kenji.

You like birds, too?

I wish I could fly away.

Come on, get out.

You as well, move it!

Not yet.

Hold on.

I want you... to shoot him.

Hold still please!

Go on, shoot!

Here it comes!

Do it, shoot!

It's coming!

Was it you who took the child?

When he gets this tall, bring him back.

Understand?

Next time you interfere with our brethren, you die.

In fact, I'll kill you myself.

Hey, it's me.

Don't you recognize me, man?

Yeah, that's right.

What's up? Busy working? Cut the crap.

None of your business.

I'm in Tokyo.

I'm a trainee in construction. Doesn't mean much, though.

- Shigeo, who you talking to? - What?

- Your girl? - No, an old pal.

- Shigeo... - What?

They got western toilets here?

How should I know! Just go already!

Where are you living?

Don't tell me the ward. That doesn't help me.

I only know five of them.

Moji, Kokura, Wakamatsu, Tobata and Yahata, my hometown.

What?

The Tokyo Line? Where do I catch that?

Shibuya? That ain't a ward.

Yeah, I'm coming to see you.

Just meet me at the station.

How many stops?

Your pad, huh?

Just sit anywhere.

Guess I'll have to.

Can I use this?

- What? - This is much better.

That's mine.

Can goes on the table...

Right then.

Hang this up.

Just hold on a second.

Hurry up.

Wait, don't you have anything better?

No, I don't.

It'll flatten the shoulders.

I don't believe this.

That's your starter?

What?

Vodka?

- That okay? - Yeah, fine.

- What the hell were you expecting? - Here.

Look how low your TV is. Must be hard to watch.

Shigeo...

- Come on, let's toast. - Huh?

It's been a while.

Long time, no see.

I should change my clothes.

Sitting on the floor like this... my suit will wrinkle.

Got anything to wear?

Lend me these sweat pants.

Fine, whatever.

Pain in the arse.

- Hey! - Yes?

Hang this up, too.

Yes.

Catch.

Forget the sweatshirt, it's too hot.

Hang this up as well.

- Suits don't suit you, Shigeo. - Shut up.

Those new glasses?

Look good, huh?

From "Optical World".

How's Mr. Sawai?

- Didn't you hear? - What?

Poor Mr. Sawai... died last March.

Soon after Kozue's graduation.

Really?

Got any beer?

I hear you and Naoki are pen pals.

Pen pals?

Well, we write to each other that's all.

How is "writing to each other" different from "pen pals"?

Am I speaking the wrong dialect here?

No, but who says "pen..."?

Who cares? I've a right to say "pen pals" if I want to.

Fine. Say it then.

- Well, what'd he say? - Huh?

What did Naoki write about?

Just stuff. Nothing special.

He never mentioned Mr. Sawai.

Well, after his death, Kozue just upped and vanished.

What? Why?

If I knew that, I wouldn't be looking.

You're looking for her?

Well, I gotta at least know where she is.

Mr. Sawai was like a father to Kozue, you know.

Do you have any leads?

Nope.

How'd you expect to find her, then?

Damned if I know.

You piss me off. I'm searching like crazy here.

What'd I do?

I don't know. It's like I don't see you for ages and...

you haven't changed a bit. Not one bit.

No growth, man. None at all.

You know?

Sorry.

- Did you just say "sorry"? - Yeah.

Okay, then. I want you to say "Let me join up".

- Put this on first. Don't argue, just do it. - What? Hang on...

Put it on quick! Put it on!

First you put on that tie. And then you say...

- I have to tie it? - Tie it.

Want me to smack you?

- You're such a pain in the ass! - Just get on with it.

This is so backwater Kita Kyushu!

I don't care. Just do it.

- Like this? - Yeah, but tighten it up. Okay now say...

"Let me join up!"

- Why? - Hurry up, man. Say "Let me join up!"

Let me join up.

- Louder. - Let me join up!

Okay, then. You're in.

In what?

The "Kozue Search Party".

What's that?

Well, I'm sure she's somewhere in Kyushu.

You want me to go to Kyushu?

Damn right! It's your duty as a search party member.

What did you expect, you idiot!

But I'm busy. I've got work.

What kind of excuse is that?

Kozue could be lying in the street somewhere. You're her cousin!

She took off of her own free will, right?

No, she didn't. Don't be an idiot.

Then what?

Beats me.

What do you know?

If you hang out back home, you start to hear rumors.

Like what?

Not sure.

You don't know anything, do you, Shigeo.

No.

What? Why the sudden humility?

What's with your hair? Looks like something from a comic book.

Well, it's not.

Sure it is. What's that comic book character?

You know.

No, I don't.

What's the name of it? I forget.

It's got that guy with the hair who says, "Evening, folks!"

"Evening folks"? What comic is that?