Flakes of Snow (ひとひらの雪)

A TOEI PRESENTATION

Yes, Takamura speaking.

Sure, please wait a moment. You're Mr. Iori, right?

Mom!

Mom, someone's calling.

His name is Iori.

Tell him I'm not here.

Hello?

I'm sorry, I looked all over, but she wasn't here.

She was here a minute ago. Maybe she went shopping?

Yes, I'll pass on the message. And your phone number is...

She knows? Okay, I'll tell her.

- He told you to call him. - Really?

- Who is he? - An acquaintance from...

- Your lover? - No way!

That's suspicious.

- Why? - Saying you're not here.

There's nothing to talk about.

Why don't you tell him that?

Why did he call now?

There was a celebration for Mr. Sano's 88th birthday,

and Dad had some urgent work come up, so I went instead.

We hadn't seen each other for 10 years.

FLAKES OF SNOW

Yes?

Could you bring the estimate from Toa Koei, please?

Understood, sir.

- Yes? - Excuse me, sir.

Today, it's not possible.

Professor Uto suddenly said he wanted to meet.

I think it's about the guest selection or something for his daughter's wedding.

Isn't today your birthday?

Congratulations!

A lot of things were on my mind earlier.

Maybe she got the place wrong.

Maybe she missed her train.

Maybe something urgent came up...

10 years ago...

I thought the same things.

But you didn't come.

- And the wabisuke ? - They were blooming in the garden.

But you can't take them back to your wife's house, can you?

Oh, I'm living alone now.

We're separated.

Is that so?

Will you...

arrange the flowers for me?

Those scissors...

I brought them.

I knew you were living alone.

From Muraoka?

Wait...

Please, don't involve me with the yakuza.

Yakuza?

Please, put out both hands.

What's this?

Ten years ago, you were playing with me, weren't you?

From the very start, you just wanted to play with me.

But, since it was my first time,

you were surprised and thought I was troublesome.

You ran away, right?

Now, that you've found me again, after ten years...

You were planning to play with me again, weren't you?

Now, it's my turn to play.

- But, being treated like this is... - If you don't like it, I'm leaving.

I get it...

Don't look at me!

Untie me...

It's my turn to play.

Shall we just leave and run off together?

Wouldn't your husband be surprised?

I wonder.

He wouldn't be surprised?

He might feel relieved.

Things aren't going well?

But, at this late hour, he's probably worried and waiting for you, right?

I don't know.

So, I should have taken my time more, huh?

My daughter is waiting for me.

- How old is she? - She's eighteen.

Eighteen?

- Come in. - Excuse me.

You came home late last night, didn't you?

Yeah...

Did you try to call me?

How about tonight? To make up for last time.

- No, I'm fine, thanks. - Why not? Have any other plans?

You don't have to worry about me that much.

What's wrong? Is it that time of the month?

If you'll excuse me now!

Phone call for you.

Who is it?

It's from a girl.

Hello?

Who is speaking?

What is it?

Last time, Oscar suddenly vomited, and had to see a doctor.

He's been fine now, though.

Did he eat something bad?

I don't know...

- Why did you call me? - Dad, is our last name changing?

- Who told you that? - Mom said it might change.

What does that mean?

Dad, aren't you coming back home?

Daddy and Mommy are fighting a little bit.

Why don't you just make up?

- I guess you're right. - Of course!

That way our last name won't change, right?

- Right! - I'm glad.

- Hey, have you been studying? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - I am.

All right!

- Oh, wow! - Forgive me.

If I give you too much, Mom will scold me.

That'll pay for the taxi fare, and the change will be your allowance.

How about going skiing over the long weekend?

If you don't want to be alone with me, we can invite Mochizuki, too.

I'll think about it.

What do you think about Iori's recent work?

What about it?

Don't you think something has changed?

I do, but...

But I like it.

Don't you think he's forcing unconventionality because he wants to be postmodern?

Well, never mind.

You wouldn't badmouth your boss, would you?

You can say that I was badmouthing him, if you want.

I'm quitting, anyway...

- How much is it? - Thank you very much!

- You're quitting? - Yeah...

I'm thinking of starting my own office.

Welcome!

Say.

Why would I tell him anyway?

No, I don't mean tell him on purpose or anything.

Aren't you always having that kind of conversation?

Welcome!

I've been waiting since 9 o'clock.

Were you really?

Only about an hour, actually.

Were you drinking?

You seem pretty drunk.

Likewise!

Those white camellias are very beautiful.

They look like normal camellias, but they're not.

They're called wabisuke.

They'll never fully bloom.

- But why? - Why what?

Why are these flowers here?

Someone brought them here.

- Who? - My wife.

Did your wife come here?

She never visited you here before, right?

She was here.

So, these were blooming in her garden at Jiyugaoka?

Shall we go to bed?

May I have some brandy?

- Is it okay to drink that much? - No problem!

I've got everything under control, see?

Do you want a glass, too?

No, I'm fine.

Don't you like me anymore?

Of course I do.

You should dilute it or rinse your mouth with water.

I'll be fine...

Yes?

Oh...

No, I just got back a little while ago.

Yes, I'm having a guest...

No, we were discussing work.

I'll be sure to call you later.

Huh? Yes, that's it.

Give me a moment.

Hello? Yes, the guest has left.

The pillowcase...

When will you return the pillowcase?

Then, in the afternoon!

I'm sure there are other reasons you don't want to go out at night.

Okay, I'll call you.

Good night.

- Come here. - No!

What's wrong? Who do you think was calling?

- You're acting weird. - Let me go! I'm leaving!

Stay here!

I'm just a guest...

So, I'll just go home...

Don't cry, you drunkard.

In other words, architecture should be interpreted within new cultural contexts.

It shouldn't be solely understood

within the context of economic mechanisms like production and consumption.

Mr. Takamura!

- Hello! - Long time no see.

How do you do?

Oh, this is my friend Iori, he's an architect.

How do you do?

I'm Takamura.

I run a small art gallery.

I'm pleased to see you again.

We were introduced by Mr. Muraoka at Mr. Sano's party the other day.

We're going to grab a bite to eat now.