Yakuza Princess (A Princesa da Yakuza)

It's fucking...

What the f...

Akemi: It's useless. I can't.

You wouldn't say this if your grandfather were here.

Akemi...

have I taught you nothing all these years?

The outside world doesn't fit in the dojo.

Sorry, Sensei.

Chiba: When your grandfather brought you to me,

you had just turned six.

- I still remember that day. - So do I.

Chiba: You have the vocation to become a true warrior.

But to fulfill it, you must leave your grief and anger...

I'm trying, Sensei.

It's just so hard...

Take a look at your shinai.

It doesn't weep for the dead.

It doesn't feel guilt.

Let discipline shape your spirit and mind.

You and your sword must become one.

Allow this principle to guide you in your journey.

It's what your grandfather wanted, Akemi.

Kamae!

Posture.

Focus.

Concentration.

Nothing must stand between you and your sword.

Your life may depend on one blow.

A single blow.

Strike like I taught you.

Good evening, Mrs. Tsugahara.

Akemi, late again?

Tomorrow you need to take the day shift.

I have an appointment in the morning.

- Hey. I finished reading it. - Did you like it?

Samara: Barely understood a thing.

Akemi: I should have put you on a dating app.

Now, that would've been a far better way

of learning Portuguese.

- How about you? - Dating?

Oh. I haven't been able to think straight since...

I'm sorry.

I'm actually done with all this.

I wanna leave.

I gotta go, I'm gonna be late for class.

See you tomorrow, okay?

Man 1:

Man 2:

Man 1:

How do you feel?

- Okay. - Look...

these officers are investigating your case.

They brought something here to help you

remember what happened.

Okay.

When they found you, you were holding this sword.

You were wounded by it.

Never seen it.

Are you sure?

I don't remember.

Sorry.

Okay.

- -

- -

Couple more of these

and you can join the Yakuza.

What is it anyway?

A moncho.

My grandpa was carrying this embroidery when he died.

When they shot him.

Who was it?

No one knows.

A robbery gone wrong, the police said.

I'm sorry.

Happy birthday, baby!

Are you still on about this Japan thing?

I mean, there's nothing keeping me here anymore.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life

selling knickknacks in Brazil.

Well, you know what they say...

the best way to know the real Japan is if you go to Brazil.

"Real..." Right...

Come on. You gotta sing your song.

You gotta sing your song.

Man:

Man:

Who are you?

They want you to go to the police station.

I'll come with you.

All right.

I'll walk you home. Come on.

Armond:

I don't understand a word

you're fucking saying, pal.

Oh.

Well--well, uh...

What do you want?

Patient: The sword. Tell me about it.