A Forest with No Name (私立探偵 濱マイク 名前のない森)

Mike...

Mike?

Pay back what you've borrowed. Got it?

Yamamoto...

I'd pay you if I could.

Don't fuck with Yamamoto Financing.

Christ. I feel like shit.

I have a craving for sardines...

It's not a religious organization.

My daughter wanted to go find herself.

You should've stopped her.

She never listens.

Are you her father. Or what?

Yokohama-san...

Call me Mike.

Oh, Mike.

Fathers can never say no to their daughters.

I see. You're one heck of a parent.

"Journey to self discovery"

Self discovery?

Discover yourself. Discover your identity. Crap.

Is it so important? Never was for my generation.

Well... Yeah. It's kind of a hot topic now.

Will you bring her home. Yokohama?

I said: Call me Mike.

You're still young.

I bet you can persuade her.

Well. I'll try...

But I bet she'd come back herself if you just waited.

But I can't. Hama-san.

It's Mike!

Mike!

Ah yes. Mike-san...

My daughter well...

I can't say much but...

a young man from a proper family has fallen for her.

The engagement ceremony will be soon.

Get it? She's marrying "big money".

It's all over if the other side find out about this mess.

I need her back right away.

Oh. I see...

Congratulations.

I get the picture. So there's money involved...

Great.

Money? Money?

You bet there's money involved.

I need matters to be resolved swiftly. Confidentially.

Why did you hire me if you're so loaded?

It's a secret op. Get it kid?

I don't want the whole world to find out.

But, I bet they've got detectives too.

Pain in the rear. The bourgeoisie.

You're one. Too.

No. I'm just a plain old rich guy, Hama-san.

MIKE!

You scared me.

I'm Mickey. Don't do anything bad. Boys and girls.

You fucking thief!

Fuck you!

You want your money back, right?

I'm off to work. I need the car.

I work. You get money. Right?

You stupid or what?!

Call me stupid? I'm a great calligrapher.

- Stupid. - I'm not.

Hey. Wait.

I'm saying I just don't trust you.

What'd I owe you?

300,000.

And interest?

6 weeks interest is 2,898.

Round it up.

No way.

Well. I'll pay you triple. How's that?

I said I don't trust you.

Look at my face. I'm Mr. Confidence.

I want extra for the car.

I'll be there.

Be back tomorrow.

Hey. Mike!

Don't screw things up.

Lame-ass detective.

What the fuck's this?

Masatoshi Nagase

Kyoka Suzuki

Kikuchi Yuriko, Kanji Tsuda, Masashi Yamamoto

Nene Otsuka

Yoshio Harada

Original Story: Kaizo Hayashi

Producers: Hiroyuki Fujikado, Yoshinori Horiguchi,

Yasuhisa Masuda, Takenori Sento, Shunsuke Koga

Sound: Nobuyuki Kikuchi

Music: Dowser

Theme Song: Meina Go

ArtDesign: Takeshi Shimizu

Lighting: Yuzuru Sato

Camera: MasakiTamra

Written & Directed: Shinji Aoyama

MIKE YOKOHAMA

A FOREST WITH NO NAME

Welcome.

Everyone here is free to be themselves.

To do as they wish for one month without thinking.

One regains a sense of identity. And purpose.

This is what we do.

It's like a dream come true.

It's harder than it seems.

Really?

My students couldn't find...

a sense of purpose in their lives.

And so they suffered.

This can't be remedied overnight.

There's not much to do here...

Books. Checkers. Card games...

a walk in the woods.

One must find ways to kill time...

think creatively. And suffer through it.

That is how you...

find yourself.

Any ties to religious or political groups?

None whatsoever.

I think of this as like...

an amusement park...

without very many attractions.

Like Kanazawa Park?

Ah.

Sorry. Proper nouns are not impermissible.

We are here to with draw from society...

so let's avoid names from the outside.

Sorry.

Doctor.

Yes.

Who's winning?

Fine, ignore me.

This place's a bore.

Excuse me.

At times I speak to them in such a way...

and I say what I feel.

That is why I am here.

May I call you Doctor?

That's how my students refer to me.

And to each other?

By numbers: It's their rule.

They decided.

And let's not contact anyone outside of this facility.

Your fellow students mustn't be stimulated unnecessarily.

Please leave your cellular phone with me during your stay.

Oh.

No TV. No radio. No newspaper.

Don't leave the premises by car.

If you must leave for any reason...

you must first know never to return.

You are free to do so at anytime.

From now on you will be...

Number 57.

57?

Fine. Pleased to meet you, Doctor.

Likewise...

Mr. 57.

I'll read a magazine in the garden.

Yuko Misaki. Right?

Names are off limit. Remember?

You're the new person. Right?

I'm Mike Yokohama.

A private eye. Your dad wants me...

to take you home.

We'll...

sneak out tonight. None of these freaks will notice.

No.

I won't go home.

No kidding.

I figured you'd say that.

But...

it don't work that way.

I can't screw this up.

I gotta make a living.

So, just help out and do as I say?

Okay. Yuko?

I'm Number 51. What number are you?

What number am I?

Yeah... 57.

I won't marry a man my father chose.

Go home first, then figure things out with your dad.

We're leaving tonight.

Do whatever the hell you want afterwards.

OK? Yuko?

That's the plan.

Hi, 29.

You're the new person.

Yes. Hello. I'm Number 57.

What brings you here?

I'm here to find out what I want to do with my life.

You don' t look like the type.

I've got a lot on my mind.

I've even got a bald spot.

From stress. Right here. See?

Here... see?

Let's walk to the forest.

Sure. Let's go.

Fine. Ignore me...