Second to Last Love (最後から二番目の恋)

Nagakura Wahei, 52 years old.

Yoshino Chiaki, 48 years old!

Add us up together and we make...

100!

100!

Kintaro? Weren't you going to the ceremony hall?

Then my brother and Chiaki are at the ceremony hall right now?

Hello, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

She has a mole right here. But I don't. Look.

I don't, do I?

Thanks for your hard work!

Ryota?

If you buy it, you can look at all of it.

There's a special feature in here about gravure models having sex with over-fifty year olds.

All right. I'll buy it, I'll buy it.

Hey! What is this?! What's the matter?

I can't take this thing home with me.

What is it?

Ah, excuse me, Mayor. Yes. This is Nagakura, yes.

Yes, I'm fine for time. Go ahead.

Right away? Yes.

Yes. Understood.

Yes. Yes. Excuse me.

Dirty. How dirty.

Ah, that's true. That's true, isn't it?

Yes. I'll leave right now.

4th JMT Newcomer Screenplay Award

Grand Prize 5 Million Yen

I have somewhere I'm stopping off at.

So long. Thanks for your hard work.

Oh. There it is.

Apartments, Homes

Ah... I see... He's coming here, huh?

Excuse me.

Welcome.

One cafe au lait.

Yes, very well.

Yo! Kintaro.

Ah, yeah.

Let's go somewhere else today. Okay? Let's do that.

Well, but...

It's okay. Hurry up.

Oh! Nice shot!

Oh, just like you, Yamazaki-san.

That's great.

Awesome!

Nagakura-san, could you get us some water?

Ah, yes. I'm sorry. Sorry about being slow about that.

You're that Nagakura-san, aren't you? The one who lost us as a World Heritage Site.

Yes! The one who lost us the World Heritage Site, I'm Nagakura.

Well, you had it tough there.

No. It's all my responsibility.

No, no. It wasn't your responsibility alone.

Thank you very much. Have something to drink.

Ah, thanks.

This is for all of you. Go ahead.

Please drink some. Divide it between you.

Here you go, here you go. Please, help yourself.

Sex for those 50 and up

Ah?!

It's okay, it's okay. I'll get them, I'll get them.

Mayor, excuse me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

There they are, there they are... Let's see...

Ah, sorry, sorry, sorry.

You're late!

It's just I had this sudden urge to eat some yakiniku.

Yakinuku - a Japanese dish of fried meat

Why yakiniku?

Just somehow. I'm starving already.

Yakiniku? What's this about? What's the matter?

Eh?

You don't look happy somehow, Chiaki.

What is it? What's happened?

Eh? "What's happened?"

What could it be? There's nothing. No, no, no, truth is...

And? You don't have any money?

Yeah.

Not even enough to live on?

Yeah.

Your work on screenplays isn't going well either?

Ah, yeah... Well...

I see. Is that right.

Ah, about that time... I'm really sorry about that.

Is it about that?

That after living together for three days you wrote, "Sorry, this isn't working out"...

...on a post-it note that you left behind before disappearing?

Yeah.

That's true.

It took me a really long time to bounce back from that.

Even now, I still have a trauma when it comes to post-it notes.

Well, never mind.

And? Is it that?

That you felt you had done a bad thing?

Yeah.

I heard a rumor.

Eh? What kind?

That after out breakup, you had really aged, Chiaki-san.

Wait... I wonder who was saying that...

That you had moved to Kamakura and retired there.

Retired?

Eh? You haven't?

You mean, am I retired?

No, about you being in Kamakura.

Ah, Kamakura? Yeah, that part's right.

Though you'd said you couldn't get along if not in the city.

No, no... Well, I guess.

But, well, all sorts of things happen as you get older...

...but let's set that aside.

And? So when it got hopeless for you...

...you went to ask a favor of the woman you had dumped?

I'm sorry.

Well, you don't particularly have to apologize for that though.

It's not like I'm unhappy about it.

Here, take this.

I couldn't.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay; take it.

I can't.

It's okay. Keep this up and you'll make me look like some old man trying to pay for sex with a minor.

It's okay, geez...

Ah, really?

Well, I think you'll be okay...

...but if things really do become hopeless, and you need a place to sleep...

...then it's okay for you to come to Kamakura, so I'll write down my address for you.

Really?

Well, like I said, it's okay.

And then? It was like,"What have I done?"

Still, why did he leave you like that?

Oh...

Eh?

Ah, that's right. He wrote you a post-it note saying "it won't work out" before he left, right?

Ah, that's right. Well, that was how it was.

And? What wasn't working out?

Well, that's what I don't know.

All he wrote was, "it won't work out."

But, if nothing's changed, it'd just turn out the same, wouldn't it?

Ah, I see.

Yuck. I wonder what it was that wasn't working out? What could it be?

There's that, isn't there? He left after just three days, right?

That's true, that's true.

Ah, was it your personality?

My personality? Well...

Well still, after just three days, doesn't that mean it's something more straightforward?

Straightforward? Straightforward? What could it be?

To be blunt, you're a weirdo.

No, no, a weirdo...

I'm probably okay when it comes to that. I'm confident I'm not.

I've got it.

Eh?

You wouldn't close the toilet lid.

I would close the toilet lid.

Then, how about your appearance?

How you look without makeup on.

I would get up an hour before sunrise and do my makeup with all the lights off.

Eh...

If it wasn't your appearance...

...why did he write that, then?

I wonder why.

Her smell!

Eh?!

Hold on there.

I'm fine when it comes to how I smell. There's nothing.

No, look, you smell of old age.

I'm not some old man, so I'm okay there.

No, no, no...

It seems women start to smell when they age, too.

Seriously?!

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey, hey!

No way!

That Yamazaki-san. That he has such power at his age, right?

I envy him.

I've been feeling this huge decline in my own power recently.

Nagakura-san.

Yes?

I'm no good at that.

Huh?

Ah, hello. Thanks for your hard work.

You've been working hard.

Ala? Are you worried about something? Your neck has gotten to be like this.

No, no, it's nothing.

Wanna tell me about it?

Thank you very much.

Still, there is something bothering me.

Yes.

I'm not sure what it means though.

Ah. Is it about me?

No. But about you, um...

Your own neck was quite squished there, too.

No, no, no... It wasn't squished.

It was though.

No, no, no.

Wanna tell me about it?

No, no, I'm fine, yes.

No, no. But, for example. Right? Just as an example.

Yes.

Suppose you and I were living together.

Eh? With me?

Yes.