Fujiko (フジコ)

Here she comes now.

Charged with murdering her husband...

Fujiko Uehara is being taken to the Tokyo Prosecutor's Office.

She is a suspect in other murders as well.

The victim, Yoshioka...

two murders in Akasaka...

the murder of a former classmate...

found strangled...

a series of murders five years ago.

giving rise to a vast boom in so-called "Fujiko Books"...

Her other crimes now total 15...

Death!

Fujiko Uehara has been sentenced to death!

Hey, Takamine.

This was addressed to us...

but it's for you.

What is it?

A biography of Fujiko the Killer.

Sent by Sakiko Uehara, who was found dead by her own hand three days ago.

Fujiko's daughter. Quite something, huh?

And there was a letter to you.

Please publish this.

It'd sell as a book.

You write it.

It's addressed to "Takamine, the prize-winning journalist".

No, it isn't.

I'm being sarcastic.

You haven't written anything spicy since you won that prize.

Here's your chance.

It's pure gold.

I'm sorry...

but I won the prize for writing about the victims.

I want to speak for them.

I can't write from her point of view.

But in one sense...

isn't Sakiko Uehara a victim, too?

Look.

No one's written a book from her family's side.

Look at it! It's perfect for the cover.

Maybe it's pressure from Sakiko's "Water of Heaven" sect...

but her family's a mystery.

So by hook or by crook, go get the story.

It's all yours...

prize-winner.

Tokyo Detention House

Sorry.

How do you do.

I'm Fujiko Uehara.

Thank you very much for agreeing to this interview.

Your daughter Sakiko Uehara...

sent us this manuscript a few days ago.

We'd like to publish a book...

based on your biography as it is here.

I'm in charge of the project.

I'm Michiko Takamine, from Shungei Publishing.

So...

what picture?

Picture?

On the cover.

The one you want to use for the cover.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We still need to check if this is all right...

but we're thinking of a family portrait.

Family, huh?

What the hell.

I'd like to verify some things in this manuscript...

and get your comments...

I have no comments.

I don't want to see Sakiko spin this her own way in a book.

To be honest, I don't think it's just spin.

I haven't seen this much about you...

published anywhere else.

She's brought together her own memories...

the testimony of relatives, and the trial record.

But the manuscript begins...

with something very unusual.

First, would you know this song?

A French song.

Those aren't the words.

Gym clothes.

They smell like old rags.

Aren't they dry?

Sorry.

I've got phys-ed in 4th period.

I have it 3rd period.

I'll bring you these afterward.

Sakiko...

get our lunch money, OK? The kids are picking on me!

I know.

Um...

excuse me.

We have to take our lunch money today.

Lunch money!

I'm sorry, Miyako.

Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid!

I hate you!

I'm not pretty.

I'm not good at sports.

If I grow up the way I am, my life won't be worth anything.

Let's try hard this week, all right?

Yeah.

Now let's collect lunch money.

Bring it here.

Hurry it up!

No talking!

Run!

Go go go! That's it!

Your envelope was empty.

You're late!

Quick!

Could you skip phys-ed today, Miyako?

I've been chosen for the relay. I can't let everyone down.

I've only got this thin blouse. I need to wear the gym shirt, too.

That's your problem!

Everyone else has paid!

Everyone's making fun of me because of you!

I'm the one who wants to cry!

The answer is 27 square centimeters.

The area of a triangle is one half the base times the height.

Remember the formula.

Pay attention. It'll be on the test.

Hey!

What are you hiding?

Don't!

You can see right through it!

You can see her tits!

A see-through! Tits!

Tits!

Tits!

Tits!

Tits!

Hey!

Cut that out!

Leave her alone!

Sir! Uehara's peeing!

Somebody get a cloth!

Sir! Don't use mine!

Sorry.

Or mine!

Get back there!

Yuck!

I don't want to eat in here!

All right!

Wipe that up.

Yes, sir.

All of you, sit down!

Back to your places!

You've only got one gym suit?

Your family isn't poor, is it?

I don't know.

And you're late with your lunch money.

Stop being silly.

Cheer up.

Sakiko really dug into it, didn't she.

Those were bad times.

Yes.

This pretends to be about you, but it's really about her.

It says it's a biography of you...

but it starts with Sakiko's childhood.

I'll be going, then.

Come back when you have anything new.

I will. Thank you!

My nose points to the right!

This damn nose!

Um...

What?

Lunch money.

I gave it to you.

No, you didn't.

Damn you!

It's always "money, money"!

Why should I pay to feed you?!

And your clothes are filthy!

Don't look at me like that!

You're a little bitch!

What's your problem?!

Don't!

What?!

Shut up shut up shut up!

I hate you!

Wait.

You're saying that?

If it's true.

Not her face!

I never hit her in the face.

Don't say I did.

If you're going to blow things up, I'm going to shut up.

I'm done.

I'm not going to do that.

But even if you didn't...

do you remember starving her and physically abusing her?

No, I don't!

It was years ago.

Would you forget something like that?

Look, any woman...

worries about her weight, no matter what anyone else says.

You eat dessert and you think you've committed a crime.

For the cover picture...

can you get one when I was younger?