Suicide Club (自殺サークル)

Produced by Omega Project Co., Ltd. Bigbeat Inc. For Peace Co., Ltd. Fuse Co., Ltd.

Ryo Ishibashi

Masatoshi Nagase

Mai Hosho Tamao Sato

ROLLY Yoko Kamon

Saya Hagiwara Takashi Nomura

Hideo Sako

Akaji Maro

Written and Directed by Sion Sono

May 26th

32 - Musashi-ltsukaichi 37 - Otsuki Arriving Soon Next Train Stops to Takao Stops at every station from Takao

Tokyo-bound express now arriving on Track 8.

For your safety, please stay behind the yellow line.

A one... and a two...

...and a three!

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Suicide Club We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

Suicide Club We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

Suicide Club We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

Suicide Club We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

We're Dessert. We hope everyone in Japan will hear our song.

Mail me. Hurry and hit the send key. Can't you see? I've waited patiently.

Mail me. No matter where I am, I'm always hoping my phone will ring.

Mail me. More than anyone else's, your "hello" makes me happiest.

Mail me. Cause you're special, and I bet you never knew I felt this way about you.

Mail me. Cause you're special, and I bet you never knew I felt this way about you.

The time stamp from your last message shows it was quite a while ago now. Here.

The time stamp from your last message shows it was quite a while ago now.

The time stamp from your last message shows it was quite a while ago now.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again. I can't take it anymore. I gotta eat something, so I'll be right back.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again. Ah, could you get me something too?

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again. Sure thing. Same bakery as always.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again.

Our history I hold in my memory is the good luck charm that gives me hope you'll ask me out again. Get me a curry roll, and any choripán is fine.

Get me a curry roll, and any choripán is fine.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me. Get me a curry roll, and any choripán is fine.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me. Okay. And a drink?

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me. Oh, no thanks, I'm good with my coffee.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me. Okay, I'm off then.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me.

I get butterflies whenever your radio waves reach me. Thanks.

Thanks.

I wanna try syncing up my feelings with yours.

Mail me. Hurry and...

Darn.

Tonight's radio drama will be rescheduled for tomorrow due to an emergency broadcast.

- Today at Shinjuku Station... - Evening.

Oh, hello.

Have you heard? You won't believe the news on the radio!

What?

They're saying fifty high school girls threw themselves off the platform in Shinjuku and killed themselves.

No way!

Really!

Studying too hard again?

- I'm serious. - Could you let me out?

Wait, but seriously, take a listen!

There's mass confusion here on the platform.

This is an unprecedented incident.

There you go.

Thanks. Could you leave it open?

Sure, sure.

What's the scene like right now?

Yes, well, all JR lines have stopped running completely.

No word on when they will resume.

Have the victims been identified?

Well, the police are working on it, but none have been identified yet.

We first reported that it was fifty high school girls who jumped onto the tracks.

But we've since learned it was actually fifty-four female students.

- I see. - Oh! Hold on a minute!

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Ms. Kawaguchi?

Jiro?

You scared me.

You saw Akko earlier, right?

Yes, I did.

She still out?

I guess so.

That's weird. The bakery's so close.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Wonder what's keeping her.

She is taking a while, now that you mention it.

Well, whatever.

I'll call you when she returns.

Yeah, please do.

Ms. Kawaguchi?

Ms. Sawada?

M-Ms. Kawaguchi?

Ms. Kawaguchi?

Ms. Yoko Kawaguchi?

What an ordeal. That took forever.

I-I think the power's out.

The bakery is closed, so I walked all over.

Did Ms. Kawaguchi go home?

I'm beat.

Huh? Where's Yoko?

Well, I think she went home.

Oh, did she?

You want Yoko's food?

Um... S-Sure.

Here.

Ah, that feels good.

Well, I'm off.

Hold on...

Kuroda, you've still got some blood on you.

Your shoes.

- And Kuroda? - Yes. We're all here.

Listen up. This was not a crime.

No... it's an accident.

Kuroda... Stop looking so glum.

They weren't all from the same high school, were they?

No, they weren't.

So far, we know of eighteen different schools.

There a connection?

Like I said, it wasn't a crime.

I'll check it out.

It may have been some sort of cult.

A Suicide Club?

Ridiculous.

Excuse me.

Mr. Shibusawa, phone call.

I'd say it's too much TV, a Pied Piper situation.

Here.

I'm here.

They've been on my mind for a while.

What has?

You know... today's suicides.

Yeah... Go on...

You at a computer?

Yes, I am.

Turn it on. I've got a website for you to look at.

Hold on.

Call everyone.

Go ahead.

W-w-w-dot-m-a-r-u...

...dot-n-e-dot-j-p.

...dot-n-e-dot-j-p.

What is this?

Well...

The red dots... are women.

The white ones are men.

What's it mean?

I had a hunch when I first saw it,

but after today, I'm sure of it.

There were fifty-four new red dots, from the incident.

And tonight, even more appeared. It's exact.

"When did you find this?"

When did you find this?

Recently.