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NORIKO�S DINNER TABLE

December 2001

I tore off a thread that was
dangling from my coat.

I had run away from home.

I arrived at Tokyo Station.

Female, age 17.

Just a kid. That was me.

I carried my big bag pretending
I had just returned from a trip.

Walked to Ginza.

It was right before Christmas.

Bright with neon lights.

Everyone was better dressed than me,
and looked cool.

NORIKO

I had a father, a mother,
and a sister named Yuka.

I�m done.

Eat, Noriko.

When she has a problem,
she can�t think of anything else.

I was 17. Junior in high school.
Always fighting with my father about college.

He wanted me to go to a local university,
but I didn�t want to.

I knew it would be boring.

I wouldn�t find a boyfriend
or even a friend there.

He peeled a tangerine
and put the peel in the ashtray.

Boys in Tokyo are worthless. . . and. . .

He hesitated to say.

But I knew. My cousins.

Sato and Kei got pregnant
while studying in Tokyo.

Taeko? Hello.

Sato and Kei just came by.

Dad thought,
girls go to Tokyo, get pregnant.

Boys are trouble. . .

I watched the neatly folded peel in the ashtray
slowly return to it's original shape.

Tangerine, tangerine. . .

Orange-colored tangerine.

I had a friend named Tangerine
in elementary school.

I thought people called her that
because her cheeks were orange.

I had thought that. . .
But I was wrong.

One day, when I was with Yuka,
someone stopped me on the street.

Norippe?
Remember me?

It�s me. Tangerine.

I didn�t recognize her at first.
Tangerine, age 17.

What�s up, Norippe?

No one called me that anymore.
My name�s Noriko.

Do you know which school
this uniform is from?

Her uniform?

You have no idea, right?
�Cause it�s my costume, actually.

It wasn�t her school uniform.

She said that after junior high. . .

. . . she began working at an "image club"
dressing up and doing erotic things.

I �m handing out packets of tissues for work. Here.

I�ve heard of this place.
The "All-Girl Fantasy School," right?

That�s the schooll I go to now.
And this is my route there.

That was the day I found out why she was
called Tangerine.

Okay, class. Who do you admire?

Mom and Dad.

In 2nd grade, the teacher asked,
"Who do you admire?"

Tangerine.

That�s how I got my nickname.
You didn�t know?

No.

I don�t know why I said that.
Maybe I really liked tangerines.

She laughed loudly.
She looked happy.

Gotta go to work.

Nice seeing you.

Bye.

I still love tangerines.

She waved goodbye and left.

On our way home,
Yuka and I talked about our lives.

I was shocked that
Tangerine already had a job.

I admire Tangerine.
She�s independent.

So am I.

You don�t understand.

What?

Life as a woman.
Tangerine is really living.

All I did was skip class and read
novels intended for adult women.

Tangerine was so inspiring to me.

Idiot.

Yuka called me an idiot.

She�s a whore.

You don�t even like being a woman.
You wish you were a man.

All I�m saying is,
she�s mature.

Are you saying that �cause Dad is
always telling you to grow up?

Gotta go. Bye.

Adults. . .

My father was an adult. . .

He was a reporter for a local
newspaper called the Tiny Tokai Times.

It didn�t matter if there was a war
abroad or massive earthquake

Come here!

Yeah, I�m coming.

- It was a deer?
- Yes.

they only reported local news. . .
Wild deer destroyed the rice field.

Ah, but today is a wonderful day.

"Deer Rampage Continues"

Trivial, local news.

"Shoppers Galore"

Great. Look this way. Okay, cheese.

"Cactus Park Breaks 4O Million Visitors"

I love this town... and I love you and Yuka, too.

I had no interest in his work.

But I ended up writing
for the school newspaper.

Published once a month.

I was editor-in-chief.
and always running around school.

Let�s ask for more computer time.

Pleased to meet you.
This is our new reporter, Machida.

I thought Dad�s paper was
too complacent.

So, by writing pieces opposed to school rules,
I felt I was rebelling against Dad.

For example, advocating unlimited
access to computers.

I think we should be able to
use the computers anytime we want.

�Cause if we could,
then we�d get much more. . .

. . . information.

I think we deserve that.

Yeah, but. . .

The rules must be changed.
We need information.

We only had one PC at home.
Definately not enough.

I�m still using it.
Come back in 2 hours.

Cactus Park was fun, huh?
Let�s go there again.

Noriko angry because she can�t use
the computer. It�s a scoop!

One more picture.

Let�s take a picture together here.

Excuse me, would you mind?

Thank you.

Let�s go over there.

I was a teenage girl stuck in the boondocks.

I wanted to talk to girls all over the country,
so I wanted to go online all the time.

Gotta get out of here.

Go somewhere different.

What?

I�m definately going.

Am I crazy?

Whatever.

I wanted to go somewhere different,
but I didn�t know where.

Stubborn, ditsy, rebellious, reckless.
I had to go forward.

After a while, the teacher decided
we could use the PCs until 5 PM.

What�s the verdict?

Good news, we can grant your request.

Really?
Can I go use them now?

I had a favorite website.

A strange name. . .
It was called Haikyo.com

There, 16- and 17-year-old girls talked
about school and life.

I quickly became a regular member.
My username - Mitsuko.

The name of French perfume.

When I became Mitsuko,
I was no longer a naive country girl.

And I made some friends.

Hello, Cripple #5.
I�m Mitsuko.

"To Mitsuko: Hello. "

Hello, Long Neck.

Hello, Midnight.

Hello, Broken Dam.

"To Mitsuko: Hello. "

And Ueno Station 54. . .

Hello, Ueno Station 54.

"To Mitsuko: Hello. "

Whenever Ueno Station 54 showed up,
It felt like we all became united.

It was like we were all standing on a
plucked guitar string.

And the conversation would begin.
Like a conversation in Morse code. . .

I�m walking. . .
There�s a plucked guitar string and. . .

I�m on top of it.

I was happy and surprised that
I found my best friends like this.

They were girls in Tokyo.
I had to go to Tokyo.

(Everything OK?)

But you haven�t even met
Ueno in person.

As I was about to tell him
that I wouldn�t get pregnant in Tokyo. . .

...to meet my friends...

The power went out.

Our house was very old.
The breaker switch would often go off.

No big deal.
Mom slowly got up.

Looks like the breaker has switched off.

Yuka came out of her room.

Turn the power back on, Dad.

Taeko, is everything all right?

The breaker isn�t fixing it.

Dec. 10, 2001.
I had lived in Toyokawa for 17 years.

A cold winter night.
I was so cold and confused.

In the dark, I packed my bags.

Tokyo, Tokyo, Tokyo. . .

I had no idea what was in Tokyo,
but I decided to gamble.

I had to find out.
I had to gamble.

The important things in my room. . .
my diary, money, necklace, favorite shirt. . .

I looked for all the things I couldn�t leave behind
What did I really need?

What is it?

I was born to breathe.
I wasn�t breathing just because I was born.

I inhaled oxygen and exhaled
carbon dioxide. I felt alive.

I wanted to go somewhere different,
but I didn�t know where.

Female, 17, ditsy, stubborn, rebellious.
Just a kid. That was me.

I just realized that I was a virgin.
Never even had a boyfriend.

Everything made me feel anxious.
Just everything. But I cherished the feeling...

I was worried about everything and nothing.
But I loved those worries.

Men, life, love, growing up. . .
Things were weird.

Life was weird.

I wanted to tackle something.
I had to go somewhere to find it.

I wanted to live, challenge, wish,
forget, learn, know, ask. . .

. . . see, stare, understand, hear,
listen, speak, meet. . .

. . . and be there.

I wanted to stand on with my own heart.
I wanted to walk on my own legs.

I had to talk to Ueno Station 54.
So I logged on to Haikyo.com

I knew she�d be there.

www. haikyo. com

To the message board.

"Ueno Station 54?
It�s Mitsuko. "

"I finally ran away from home
and came to Tokyo. "

"I�m at an internet cafe now.
I�ll stay in a cheap hotel tonight. "

"Can we meet in person tomorrow?
I�m free all day. "

"Maybe I�ll be free forever. "

"I�ve been pretending to be busy until now.
I feel naked. "

"Suddenly without restraint,
I feel kind of naked. "

"Like I�m walking around naked.
I�m a little self-conscious. "

"Today, I realized I�m still a virgin. "

"Maybe that�s because
I feel naked now. "

I sound like any other girl.

Did I disappoint her?

We met online this past summer.

Ueno Station 54 had been a moderator
on this site for a long time.

- "To Mitsuko: How are you?"
- "To Ueno Station 54: Fine. "

She replied to all the messages
from girls crying for help.

Hello, I�m Mitsuko.

"Be strong, Mitsuko. "

"You can do it, Mitsuko!!"

"You can do it, Mitsuko!!"
I became Mitsuko and tried so hard
to be just like Ueno Station 54.

I became Mitsuko and tried so hard
to be just like Ueno Station 54.

"You have it hard, too"
I became Mitsuko and tried so hard
to be just like Ueno Station 54.

I became Mitsuko and tried so hard
to be just like Ueno Station 54.

I wondered. Could Noriko meet
Ueno Station 54 in person?

I realized that I wasn�t Mitsuko.
Something obvious I just now realized.

I was afraid that Ueno Station 54
wouldn�t want to meet me.

I received her reply.

She wrote
"I�ll be at Ueno Station #54 at 11 AM. "

I went to Ueno right away.
Ueno at night was eerier than Ginza.

SHIMABARA

MITSUKO

I set my alarm for 9 AM.

I needed 2 hours to get ready.

Be ready emotionally, breakfast,
makeup. . . No, just to be ready emotionally.

I faded into darkness.
But I was ripe.

I was ripe for growth.

I didn�t dream. But when I got up,
I felt like I was in a dream.

Being active, I was happy.

I was Mitsuko.

Once again, I tore off a thread
dangling from my coat.

I had left home...
and threw away that thread into the past.

I didn�t know what
Ueno Station #54 meant.

Where is #54?

I don�t know.

What�s #54?

No idea. Sorry.

Almost 11 AM.
I walked around the station.

I should have left my luggage with the hotel.

1O5.

133.

9O.

84,79,7 4. . .

It�s close.

54.

Ueno Station 54?

Mitsuko?

6 months later,
at Shinjuku Station. . .

That happened.

54 high school girls threw
themselves in front of a train.

They hide their inner selves.

According to the police press conference:
The 54 girls were. . .

"7:29 PM, Track 8"
According to the police press conference:
The 54 gi rIs were. . .

According to the police press conference:
The 54 girls were. . .

Here is an eyewitness testimony.

What a tragic occurrence.

According to the police press conference:. . .

The 54 girls were not all from the same
high school. There are no suicide notes.

It was horrible.
The platform was drenched in blood. . .

"54 Dead at Shinjuku"
It was horrible.
The platform was drenched in blood. . .

I wanted to be silly.
Just like all my classmates.

Like all the girls my age,
I wanted to laugh loudly and be silly.

I hated crying.
I didn�t wanna cry.

YUKA

Yuka, stop.

Thought I�d jump?

Just kidding.

Ever considered suicide?

No.

Maybe my sister killed herself.

Being silly.

You know the recent
mass suicide in Tokyo?

At Shinjuku?

I hear most victims
remain unidentified.

They�re still trying to
separate the bodies.

54 total.

Hand in hand. . . One, two, three!

Hand in hand. . . One, two, three!
I hated being silly.

You sound amused.

But I couldn�t help it.

They jumped so happilly, right?
Maybe my sister was there.

No, she just ran away.
Probably with some guy.

You think so?

Yeah.

Maybe.

What, you want her dead?

I understand, Sis.
I know everythlng.

I know you�re alive somewhere.
I hear your heartbeat.
You know how they managed to
meet at Shinjuku?

I know you�re alive somewhere.
I hear your heartbeat.

I know you�re alive somewhere.
I hear your heartbeat.
54 of them were from different
high schools.

54 of them were from different
high schools.

I know.

How?

It�s a secret.

A secret?

And I know what it is.

Hey, come on. Tell me, Yuka.

Wait, Yuka. Tell me!

Stop! Check this out.

What?

The red dots are women.
The white ones are men.

Stop.

Fine.

What�s this?

The night before the mass suicide,
54 new red dots appeared.

It�s a signal.

A signal? For suicide?

Yeah.

Or maybe a threat.

What�s this?

Am I connected to myself, Sis?

"Are you connected to yourself?"
Am I connected to myself, Sis?

Ueno Station 54?

Mitsuko?

Hi, I�m Kumiko.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

This is my dad.

Hi, I�m Kumiko�s father.

My mom.

I�m her mother.

I�m her brother.
Nice to meet you.

Let�s go, Mitsuko.

Dec. 2001. I wrote this on Haikyo.com
Are you listening, Yuka?

Dec. 2001. I wrote thls on Haikyo.com
Are you listening, Yuka?

"That day, I was suffering from PMS,
and rubbing my stomach. "

"I thought about my sister Yuka.
I knew she was worried about me. "

"We got in their van and drove to
Kumiko�s grandmother�s house. "

Grandma!

"Her grandma came out and
hugged Kumiko�s brother. "

"The grandma and Kumiko�s parents
hugged, too. She was moved. "

"When Kumiko said, �Hi, Grandma, �
she started crying"

I wondered what Yuka would think
if she saw this.

I kind of thought she had been
posting on the board.

This girl "Yoko" sounded like Yuka.
Was it Yuka?

See ya.

Wait. Hey, wait up!

I wondered what she�d think
if she found out about me.

"Yuka, I �m good friends with
everyone on this site. "

"Surprised? We�re both here now,
so be nice to me, Ok?"

"Understand, Yuka?"

"By the way,
are you connected to yourself?"

"I wrote about Ueno Statlon 54 before.
Ueno Station Locker #54. "

"When she decided to call herself
Ueno Station 54. . . "

"that�s when it all began. "

I come here every night at 8
to check on my stuff.

Dad gave me this music box
for Christmas when I was 6.

"None of the stuff was actually hers. "

This pink dress is what my mom wore
To the hospital when my brother was born

Cute.

Yeah?

This is the harmonica I used during
Game Day in kindergarten.

"She just collected a bunch of stuff
that people had left behind. "

"And made up her own stories. "

These rain boots were the first things
I asked Mom to buy me.

But it didn�t rain much,
so I wore them on a sunny day.

"She had no genuine memories.
She just didn�t give a shit. "

You wanna put a memory in here?

Me?

This.

"Ever since I met Kumiko,
I�ve been thinking that. . . "

". . . she and I are similar. Maybe it means
I�m fabricating my past to become a new woman. "

"I�m no longer Noriko.
I�m Mitsuko, the new me. "

What�s this?

Mitsuko�s umbilical cord.

"I finally became the person
I aIways wanted to be. "

Okay, Mitsuko.
Your umbilical cord is here.

"Everything is our made-up story.
Isn�t it wonderful, Yuka?"

"No End to Rash of Suicides"

Let�s go.

Right.

The pomelos are doing well this year.

- What about damage from the birds?
- Well. . .

Tetsu, take a picture. please.

Okay.

I decided to become Yoko,
and be connected to myself.

I decided to become Yoko,
and be connected to myself.

A clue for Dad.
I wondered if he�d notice.

Free tissues.

I kept hearing my sister�s voice,
like a radio that wouldn�t turn off.

My sister�s voice. . .

Taeko. Taeko. . .

Dad was shocked that
I followed in my sister�s footsteps.

Where are you?

It was a month after I ran away. . .

. . . that Dad finally started
looking thoroughly for clues.

"Daddy"

He quit his job rlght after I left.

Listen. . .

I quit.

For a few weeks, he had searched
for me and my sister.

But he lacked
any understanding of us.

Finally, he started looking for
clues in our room. . .

I stopped writing right there.
I was in class.

I was just thinking if I ran away
like my sister, what wouId my father, Tetsuzo, do?

What would he do?

How would he know anything about us?
The clue I had left for him?

My father, Tetsuzo, would find it accidentally
behind that poster in our room.

"Yuka�s handwriting, "
he�d think.

"Ueno Station 54 Haikyo"

A month later, Tetsuzo�s wife Taeko
started to help him.

They searched their daughters�room
and obtained pieces of information.

They checked every website
that their daughters had visited.

"1. Noriko was friends with
a woman named Ueno Station 54. "

"2. Ueno Statlon 54 meant
the locker #54 at Ueno Station. "

Tetsuzo, a former reporter,
knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile, he stopped sharing
information with his wife.

- What�s wrong?

- Nothing.

He thought it would be like saying
he knew where an alien base was.

Like saying aliens had
abducted Yuka and Noriko.

There was no way
he wouId say anything.

He became more and more convinced
that his supposition was correct.

He was afraid. It would be wading into
an unbelievably large amount of magma.

He was sure that his wife would
ridicule him if he told her.

"Suicide Club Exists. " The tabloid
headline matched his conclusion.

He knew the Suicide Club existed.

He had been fooling himself that. . .

. . . Toyokawa was some kind of paradise,
apart from the dangers of the world.

Simple Toyokawa had become a bleeding corpse.

Because of the Suicide Club?

"What�s your connection to you,
and to your family?"

"How are you connected to yourself?"
Tetsuzo felt the club was asking him.

Dec. 11, 2002.

After 3 months of investigation,
he wrote the following

"1. The Suicide Club exists. "

"2. Members meet on Haikyo.com"

"3. The dots on Haikyo.com
represent suicides. "

"The white ones are men.
The red ones are women. "

What was I writing?

Where�s Tangerine?

I don�t know.

On to the last scene.
This is where the trouble begins.

What has the power to get the magma flowing?

Tetsuzo tried to specuIate. . .

But he told himself to
look only at the facts.

He wrote so hard that he could see
his writing on the next page.

Wait. . .

What if I tore this page from
my notebook and went to Tokyo. . .

Who would shade my blank pages
with a pencil to discover what I wrote?

I managed to reach my sister�s heart.
Would Dad reach mine?

Nobody would care about my imprint.
People vanish all the time.

A beautiful day in Toyokawa. . .

That was the last time
I saw the ocean.

And the last time
I watched the sunset there.

KUMIKO

What�s wrong?

Nothing.

PMS?

Kumiko. . . Ueno Station?

Call me Ueno Station if you want.

Real name?

Here.

Hello.

Grandma, it�s been so long.

The first day, we went to
Kumiko�s grandma�s house.

I�m almost done with elementary school.

Good for you.
Maybe I should give you a gift.

I wasn�t related to them at all,
but I was there. . .

. . . and it was cozy.

They were the epitome of happiness.
It was so great to see them.

I had lived as a member of the
Shimabara family for 17 years.

But we had been cold and distant.

The bonds holding Kumiko�s family together
were like fat pipes.

Each relationship an artery of happiness
for them.

Kummiko�s happy family.

I wanted so badly to be
a member of this family.

We�ll visit again.

We waved and said goodbye to Grandma. . .

. . . and then left for another
grandmother�s house.

Come on, Mitsuko.

The other grandmother also
gave us a hearty welcome.

How are you?

They greeted each other.

This time I wasn�t so nervous for some reason.

The conversation went on exactly
as at the last house.

This is my classmate Mitsuko.

Thanks.

The most ideal brother in the worId.

Kumiko helped her mom in the kitchen.

The perfect mother and daughter.

Hey, Shingo! Common! Dad!

Kumiko�s dad gave Grandma
a shoulder massage.

Could there be a more family-like family
anywhere in the world?

Make yourself at home, Mitsuko.

She called me Mitsuko.

I, as Mitsuko, became
a member of this family.

"The most important thing
You must be connected to yourself, Yuka. "

"I�m connected to myself, Yuka"

"You understand, Yuka?"

The members of Kumiko�s family
were connected to themselves.

Wait 5 minutes, then come inside.

Okay. . .

Grandpa.

You�re late, Mitsuko.

Where were you?

Mitsuko.

Come see your grandfather.

Mitsuko is here.

Mitsuko. . .

Come closer. . .

Grandpa!

Grandpa.

The new girl is good.

He likes you.

Good job.

You even change your toothbrush
to suit each client.

Pick yours.

I�ll take this one.

A great story opens your eyes.
There�s this one story. . .

There was a baby born in a locker.

Born in a locker?

Years later, the mother found out
the girl�s whereabouts and went to. . .

. . . see her.

No way.

They met.

Really?

Yeah, but the woman was a bad actress.
She sucked at playing a mother.

Once upon a time, there was a family.
Parents and two daughters.

They were seemingly happy.

However. . .

The mother was smart and polite.

The father was hard-working.

But he didn�t try to understand
his daughters. Their individuality.

That�s why they ran away.

The first time in Tokyo�s Suginami Ward.

Stray cats roamed the back alleys
like blood flows through a vein.

Stray cats form families instantly.

No need to feel sorry for them.
They�re tough. They own this town.

We have to relate to each other
like stray cats do.

We own Tokyo, OK?

We do?

Cool.

While I was chewing gum,
I thought. . .

"Yes, we own Tokyo. "

A middle-aged man came out.
Unkempt hair. Unshaven face.

What are you wearing?

Get in.

We went inside.

At that point, I had no idea
what I was supposed to do.

But I knew Kumiko would tell me.

This way.

I walked down the hall.

I saw many mortuary tablets
placed on the family altar.

Photographs.
His family, probably.

We went into the living room
and followed his orders.

Sit!

He lit a cigarette.
I sensed that he was my "father. "

I looked at Kumiko.
She looked cute lost in reflection.

She closed her eyes.
I saw shiny droplets under her long bangs.

Don�t cry, stupid.

But. . .

I�m not a kid anymore.
Let me do what I want.

Dad.

My turn.

Dad looked at me with teary eyes.
I loved Dad.

I was his daughter.
He was a lonely, stubborn man.

Suddenly, I had a vision
of the Tiny Tokai Times.

Headline "Dad is Lonely"

No, not true.

That wasn�t my dad.
My real dad was sitting in front of me.

He looked depressed.

Ever since you girls disappeared,
Daddy�s been. . .

. . . thinking about you nonstop.

I didn�t forget for a moment.

We shouldn�t have come back.

Wait.

We ran down the hall,
opened the door violently.

I heard Dad sobbing behind me.
I cried.

I couldn�t stop.

You crying?

Let�s go back, OK?

Slurring my words, I tried to
convince her. She smiled.

Let�s go back.

Yes, let�s go back.

Let�s do everything over.

Can you hear me, Yuka?
Can you hear my voice?

I cried with my face buried in his chest, Yuka.

I had never done anything like that.

I was moved.

Kumiko snuggled up to us and sobbed.

We reconciled.

Eat all you want.

Sorry it�s not much.

Next time l�ll get more food.
A variety of dishes.

It�ll be fun.

Your dad just won big on. . .

. . . bicycle races.

Awesome, Dad.

Great.

Horse racing, pachinko. . .
Lately I�ve been winning them all.

It�s like a miracle.

You�re so lucky.

So, with that money. . .

I want us to start over.

I won�t cause you any trouble.

Your mother is
watching over us from heaven.

Just got kind of emotional, huh?

Let�s eat.
We have dessert too.

This is a little too sweet.

Time�s up.

Well. . . can we finish dinner?

Time�s up.

You�re right.

Time just flew by.

A little bit longer, Dad.

Really?

Yeah, you just got back, so. . .

Don�t leave again.

Dad.

Don�t go. Please stay.

Don�t get carried away, asshole.

Rules are rules, you fuck.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Let�s get out of here.

Get up.

Get the fuck up.

Wanna stay here forever?

"Yuka? By now, you know what we do?"

"It�s called �family rental. � You know it?"

That. . . that was fun. Very fun.

"Kumiko, born in a coin locker, has her 25th
birthday is coming up, and we�re wondering. . ."

". . . which family to celebrate with. "

1 year later

In Tokyo, I was waiting for her.

Kumiko, a. k. a. Ueno Station 54.
I knew she�d be here.

Excuse me.
Kumiko, right?

I�d like to talk to you about something.

An ordinary girl.

If you have any questions about
our services, please call this number.

What?

I can�t explain anything
to you in person.

You can�t run away from me.

"Your support. Personnel placement.
We take all orders"

I�ll get you.

". . . 24 Dead. . . "

". . . Mass Suicide. . . "

They�re late.

Are they here?

Who?

That guy?

Him?

No.

Be cool, be cool, be cool. . .

They�re not here yet.

Mr. Shimabara?

Yes.

What do you wanna know?

What?

I wanna know the truth.

Be cool, be cool. . .

Are you connected to you, Tetsuzo?

What?

Are you connected to yourseIf?

Yes. That�s why I�m here.

I know all about you.

Good for you.
I used to be a reporter.

Is this Suicide Club�s headquarters?

Suicide Club? No such thing.

There are theories of cults and mass hysteria,
of cult groups embracing messiahs. . .

. . . and the apocalypse,
all linked to a Suicide Club.

Suicide Club this, Suicide Club that.

It�s even in the media.

Don�t pretend like you don�t know.

But it seems like they�ve forgotten
about that incident at Shinjuku.

54 people died there.
But humans are forgetful creatures.

People forget everything.

There is no Suicide Club.
It�s all a product of your apathetic curiosity.

There is no Suicide Club.
It�s all a product of your apathetic curiosity.
Be cool, be cool. . .

Be cool, be cool. . .

Even strongly put, it�s more of
a suicide social group. It�s a circle.

Even strongly put, it�s more of
a suicide social group. It�s a circle.
Be strong.

Even strongiy put, it�s more of
a suicide sociai group. It�s a circle.

A circle?

Anyway, imagine that the Sun Goddess
was born in a locker.

The collapse of civilization began
at the #54 locker at Ueno Station.

Ueno Station, locker #54.

She runs a family-rental business
called I.C. Corp.

"Three-Day-Old Coin Locker Baby Found"
She runs a family-rental business
called I.C. Corp.

"Three-Day-Old Coin Locker Baby Found"

When requested, they go spend time
with their clients. . .

. . . and pretend
to be their family members.

Sometimes for 10 years or 2O years.

What is he saying?
What is he talking about?

She has many companies, including
several masquerading as car rentals.

Do you understand?

What about the Suicide Club?

What about it?

It�s the result of
Kumiko�s grudge, right?

What Kumiko wanted was. . .

. . . to live a normal life
and be a normal girl, right?

So she acted like a normal girl
in family-rental situations.

But that wasn�t enough.
She wanted revenge.

She wanted to turn
every kid into Kumiko.

There�s nothing more to tell you.

What?

I told you everything.

Now, everyone else is starting to realize
what they have to do.

Don�t you know?

Be cool, be cool. . .

You tried so hard to figure us out.

I know all about you.
But what do you know?

You used to be a reporter.
But it�s over and you can relax now.

I want my daughters back.

"Missing"
I want my daughters back.

I want my daughters back.

"Searching for Lost Puppies"

It�s time for you to wake up to your role.

Who are you?

You said you were connected
to yourself, but are you really?

You�re not believable
as a reporter or a father.

The world is full of lies that people
can�t play their roles convincingly.

They fall as husbands, wives,
fathers, mothers, children, etc.

So, the only way to figure out
what we can be. . .

. . . is to lie openly
and pursue emptiness.

Feel the desert.
Experience loneliness. Feel it.

Survive the desert.
That is your role.

That night, I had a strange dream.

The desert.
Was this what he meant?

I was in their hideout.

Was this really their hideout?

I sensed Noriko and Yuka were here.

I knew they were alive.
They were here.

I felt their presence profoundly.

Noriko. . . her voice. . .

Yuka. . . 5 years old. . . running into
the kitchen. . . holding the newspaper. . .

They were alive.

Why did Noriko run away from home
during a blackout in late 2001?

Tetsuzo, what�s your connection
to Toyokawa? To your family?

To yourself?
State it in 50 words or less.

Yuka.

Noriko.

I heard that guy�s voice.
Suddenly I was back in the desert.

I had to go on and find them.

I woke up.

TETSUZO

Hello?

Tetsu? It�s me.

I�m almost there.

What story are you working on?

I�ll tell you later.

OK. I�ll see you shortly.

What would I say to Yuka?
I wondered.

What was she thinking when she wrote this story?
Even if I was there, I couldn�t be there for her.

She disappeared the next day. . .

It wasn�t just some kind of
hypothetical situation.

She was clearly expressing anger at me.

Immediately quitting my job as editor-in-chief
the day after Yuka ran away...

I didn�t do that.

I went to work like nothing happened,
same as when Noriko disappeared

Is it OK like this?

That�s fine.

Now, about the new Toyokawa history corner...

The following day, our top story was
about Toyokawa�s public library.

It was 2 months later
that I finally quit my job.

Because my wife killed herself.

Can I take a picture?

I thought Yuka would be shocked.

I was an even worse father
than she had imagined.

I chose my career over my family.

Would you like to take a look?. . .
I chose my career over my family.

Would you like to take a look?. . .

Would you like to take a look?. . .
I took pride in my work because this
newspaper was a symbol of peace.

I took pride in my work because this
newspaper was a symbol of peace.

In Toyokawa, The blue sky, the ocean,
the harbor, farms and mountains. . .

It was the perfect town.

I wrote pastoral fluff pieces for the paper,
like an artist sketching the blue sky.

We all lived in this perfect town.

My daughters were residents of Toyokawa.

Point at that thing.

Look at Daddy.

Let�s take a picture.

Picture time.

Come on, Noriko.

Right there.

Point at that thing.

Ready?

Impressive.

Come take a look at this.

Noriko, Yuka, come on.

Look.

A happy family.

When my wife did a painting
based on that photograph. . .

I failed to notice
my daughters�expressions.

Yuka wrote "All he understood was that
he didn�t understand them at all. "

When I read that, I cried.

Fuck this.

A bunch of crap.

I had all these notes
on the walls of my room.

Fuck all this.

A month later. . .

My wife died.

She was tired.

Taeko.

I read the notes repeatedly.

Even though Yuka saw right through me. . .

Yuka could simmulate me, but I couldn�t simulate
my daughter�s actions in my mind. . .

. . . or my wife�s.

Right here.

Here.

I�m so sorry.

It�s all my fault.

Had I been a good mother,
they wouldn�t have. . .

What?
Don�t say that.

It�s not your fault.
It�s all right.

Taeko.

What are you still doing up?

Taeko?

Hey, Taeko?

Hey...

While I had my eyes averted from
the bloody stench of reality, ...

...my two daughters disappeared
from this forced peaceful painting.

Taeko!

Calm down.

It�s all right.

No red balloons.

I would�ve done anything to catch them if they�d
promised to take me to my girls.

Tetsu.

How you been?

Hey. This way.

What�s the hurry?

Sit.

You know the Suicide Club?

I started talking right away.

A summary of my life in 30 sec.

This is my daughter. She ran away...

This is my daughter. She ran away...
I then explained why I was in Tokyo.

I then handed him my notes,
and told him. . .

. . . to finish what I had started,
if something happened to me.

I don�t understand.

Things have changed.

After today,
I don�t know if I�ll be safe.

You�re the only one I can trust
with this information.

What exactIy do you want me to do?

If you disappear, then what?

Suppose this Suicide Club exists.
What am I supposed to do with it?

You�ll know what to do.
It�s right up your alley.

I�m gonna go now.
Wait here for a woman, Kumiko.

She�ll be here in a minute.
Tell her you want a family.

This is the scenario
My daughters, Noriko and Yuka.

They�ll play your daughters.

Kumiko will play your wife, Taeko.

Noriko and Yuka will be called. . .

. . . Mitsuko and Yoko, respectively.
Their favorite aliases.

Anyway, I have to go.
I�ll tell you more later.

Yeah?

You called us?

Yes.

We appreciate your business.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Please sit.

So, let�s talk.

You want to be the father, correct?

Yes.

You want a wife and two daughters?

Yes.

Look through this photo album
and pick who you want.

I like this girl.

The older sister will be Mitsuko.
The younger sister will be Yoko.

And my wife. . .

Hey, Sis.

Sis?

Mitsuko doesn�t need to act right now.

No acting when you have no role.

I was embarrassed. I knew she
wasn�t my real sister anymore.

I needed more practice.

You need more practice.

You�re Yoko.
She�s Mitsuko.

Not Yuka, not Noriko.
Not sisters.

Forget that.

Memorize this address.
Study the area.

Stores, banks, cigarette machines. . .
Know where everything is.

He wants to act like he�s been
in this town for 20 years.

So we have to act like
we�ve been here for 20 years.

He wants us to be
his family members.

I�m his wife.
You�re his daughters.

This time you�re sisters.

This guy is your father.

They stared at the photograph,
and then closed their eyes.

They imagined being his daughters.
I looked at the photo. . .

. . . dolng that made the father�s face
become flesh and blood.

I look at the customer�s face.
Not to become his wife.

But to make sure it wasn�t
the same guy from before.

That guy I met - Tetsuzo.

I knew for sure he was behind this.

Tetsuzo Shimabara.

Mitsuko.

Yes?

Do you still have the coat you were
wearing when you ran away?

Yeah.

You have it now?

Yeah.

Can I see it?

Sure.

I remember this.

Can you put it on?

Okay.

Can you imitate Noriko with this?

I want you to wear it today, Mitsuko.

Former sisters. . .

He�s not a regular client.

Be careful.

They weren�t ready for this.

Often times, people came to us
to relive their past.

Business card.

5 years ago, I met someone who
claimed to be my real mother.

She begged for a chance to fix
our relationship.

Sayuri Yoshida?
You�re a "flower coordinator"?

What�s that?

You read my letter?

Yeah.

I read it, Mom.

I called her Mom.

Thank you.

Mom.

Once again.

Slowly.

Mom.

Mitsuko.

I don�t know that name.

You know how much I missed you?

I�m sorry, Mitsuko.

Who�s Mitsuko?

I always think about you.

Thank you, Mitsuko.

Where�s Dad?

We�re back together now.

And? You suck at acting.
You wanna switch?

What do you mean?

You want me to play the mother�s role?

Now you listen to me.

If you want, I can play your mother,
you bitch.

A locker is my mother.

I told her a locker was my mother.

The woman cried and screamed,
but I didn�t give a shit.

You�re so cruel!!!

Even if she was my real mother,
she didn�t convince me at all.

I�m cruel?
Yes, let� s do a cruel role play!
Even if she was my real mother,
she didn�t convince me at all.

Even if she was my real mother,
she didn�t convince me at all.

Express more suffering.
Even if she was my real mother,
she didn�t convince me at all.

Express more suffering.

Just an amateur actress.

She couldn�t play it well.

So easy. Crying is the easiest form of acting.
She couldn�t pIay it weIl.

So easy. Crying is the easiest form of acting.

So easy. Crying is the easiest form of acting.
I thought about showing her
how to play the role properly.

I thought about showing her
how to play the role properly.

I want to start over.

WouId Tetsuzo say that too?

Practice with us.

I�ll do anything.

She says she�ll practice pIaying mother with us.

Sayuri.

I�ll do anything.

Take her.

Wait.

Bring along your man.
We�ll make him a "father. "

He�s here now.

Where?

Mitsuko.

Take him too.

Their daughter was
probably named Mitsuko.

Mitsuko. . .

A few years later,
a girl named Mitsuko showed up.

If you do a good job tonight,
you�ll finally become the real you.

OK.

Mitsuko?

OK.

But remember, you�re not real sisters.
It�s all acting.

The guy will play your father.

Don�t let him confuse you.

OK?

"8:29 PM"

"8:29 PM"
I had all the lights on.

I had all the lights on.

I heard a car stop outside.

It was a gamble.

They�re here.

What did I want?

To regain my pride and dignity?

No, I just wanted to show them
what I was capable of.

This was a party.

A surprise party.

I grasped my wife�s knife
that I had in my pocket.

I suddenly regretted my whole life.

For some reason as I felt that regret,
I also loved it.

How was Hokkaido?

We�re home.

I had looked for a house
that resembled my own.

This one�s very similar.

You�re right.

- Can we go look at it now?
- Sure.

Thanks.

Here.

Great.

I think it meets your criteria.

Can we go inside?

Sure.

Be careful.
Put the cabinet in this room.

I transported everything.

Furniture, Noriko�s stuff, Yuka�s stuff. . .

Everything.

We�re home.

I�m exhausted.

Welcome home.

Hi, Dad.

I�m so tired.

I missed you.

Noriko and Yuka carried
their big travel bags.

It was the first time in 2 years
that I saw my daughters.

My heart was beating.
All those repressed emotions welled up.

Mitsuko, Yoko. . .

Something wrong?

"How was Hokkaldo?"
Ikeda started a conversation.

I humored him.

Mitsuko, smiling,
got up and went to hug him.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

It wasn�t the same without you.

Corny acting. Was this what their
lonely, desperate clients wanted?

But I was lonely and desperate too.

I�ve prepared sukiyaki for you.

Wonderful.

Oh, no.

What?

Taeko, come here.

What?

Problem?

What�s the matter?

I forgot to buy meat.

What was I thinking?

You�re just tired.
It�s all right.

I�ll go buy it.

But you just got back.

It�s OK. I�ll be right back.

Get me 3 packs of Cherry Cigarettes, too.

OK.

I needed to buy time.

Cherry Cigarettes were hard to find.

Kumiko was gone.

I heard the door shut.

Vegetables, shirataki noodles. . .

Ikeda went back to the room.

Put your bags in your room.

Sis?

Yeah?

Been a long day, huh?

Yeah.

Just like old times, isn�t it?

Come downstairs.

Hurry.

OK.

I didn�t have much time.

I had to act efficiently.

My daughters were smiling.

They looked so lovely.

I had made up my past and stuffed it all
in the back of a cold locker, in that metal box.

But in reality it was a cardboard box.
Soft and fragile, it wouId dissolve in the rain.

An outline...
Humans have an outline.

I wanted to make him a solid father.

It wasn�t long ago that
Broken Dam was stabbed to death.

Phone for you.

How may I help you?

What?

He wants to kill me.

You�re gonna die?

Maybe. Could you leave?

Cheerfully, Broken Dam delivered
her final lecture.

Cheerfully, Broken Dam delivered
her final lecture.

I took psychoIogy.

In class, a bully and
his victim reversed roles. . .

. . . and the bully felt the victim�s
pain for the first time and wailed.

He what?

He wept.

- Sorry I�m late.
- Have a seat.

The bully learned his lesson
and never bullied again.

So, someone has to play
the role of a victim.

Everyone wants to be champagne,
not the glass. A flower, not the vase.

But the world needs glasses and vases.
These roles need to be filled.

Like a master/servant relationship.
Maybe that�s how capitalism is?

- What�s capitalism?
- I�ll tell you later.

Lovers, spouses, family members. . .

We all need to reverse roles and. . .

. . . figure out what each of us
is meant to be.

Survival of the fittest?

So cute.

We need rabbits.
Not just lions.

Rabbits and Lions can�t switch places,
but we human beings can.

Some will kill.
Some will be killed.

That�s the circle of life,
though there are contradictions.

Just like the numbers after 3.14 in pi continue
without end, real circles can never be perfect.

But if you draw a circle with
a compass and a big fat marker. . .

. . . a thick outlne will
make it seem perfect.

I�ll give you a sense
of perfection, Tetsuzo.

You can be a lion.
I�ll be a rabbit.

I don�t need thick outlines.

My metal box is starting to rot.

I�m gonna go to a higher level.

A rabbit, a suicide, a killer, evil,
water overflowing from a glass. .

I�ll be whatever no one else wants to be.

I�m sick of shameless outlines of
people seeking happiness.

They don�t wanna be rabbits.
They just wanna eat rabbits.

There�s no such jungle.

While our club expanded. . .

Broken Dam, CrippIe #5,
Long Neck, Midnight. . . they all died.

Some killed themseIves.
Some were killed.

Broken Dam went to see a client who hated his
Wife in a hotel room. I went along.

Red carpet in the hall.

I�ll turn it on.

You know what song he requested?

- Some SMAP song?
- Wrong.

What?

Hint? Think, a geyser of blood.

What?

Blood won�t be noticeable here.

- I got it. "Wine-Red Heart" ?
- Wrong.

Just turn on the radio in 30 sec.

OK.

Why weren�t you with me that day?

I�m sorry, sweetheart.

- "Bright Red Sun" ?
- Wrong.

Forgive me.

Why did you go see him?
You fuckin� love him?

I�m sorry I betrayed your trust.

I�m sorry I betrayed your trust.
. . . beautiful song, isn�t it?

. . . beautiful song, isn�t it?

This next song is a request from
someone named. . . Broken Dam?

It�s called "Blossom of a Red Rose. "

"Blossom of a Red Rose. "

It�s your favorite.
Let�s sing.

Shut up.

Here. Thank you.

Thanks.

A look of satisfaction on his big fat
stupid face. A happy murderer.

"Forgive me, sweetheart, "
Broken Dam said over and over.

"You deserve this, you fuckin�whore. "

The man stabbed her repeatedly.

Broken Dam played her role
and died happily.

Did she really die?

Yeah.

Alright!

You�re next.

I�ll do my best.

Cripple #5, Long Neck, and Midnight. . .

. . . jumped off the platform.

I made Mitsuko witness it.

I wanted her to undertake a task
of such magnitude someday.

She was still seeking happiness.
She had come to Tokyo to be happy.

But I knew she�d transcend it.

After I finished shopping,
I headed back home, a happy wife.

THE KNIFE IN MY POCKET

What?

Are you OK, Dad?

Something wrong, Dad?

They kept saying "Dad. " Was that
how they pleased all their "fathers" ?

There�s someone I want you to meet.

Who?

This is fun.

Come on out, Tetsu.

Tetsu.

Now.

Hello.

He has wanted to see you.

Sit down.

We�re not gonna wait for the meat.
Right, Tetsuzo?

Come on.

Introduce yourself.

You want me to introduce you?

Do something.

You�re their father.

What are you doing?

What�s this guy�s problem?

Hey, stranger.
You�re scaring Yoko.

Stranger?

This is Yoko. You don�t know?

By the way, stranger. . .

I�ll tell you my name.
My name is Mitsuko.

Can you remember that?

I�m Mitsuko.

I want to start over.

Noriko.

Yuka.

I�m your dad. Your father.

I�m out of here.

Noriko, Yuka.
Talk to your father.

Time�s up.

Let�s go.

It hasn�t been an hour yet.

Who are you?

I thought you were my father.

Take this guy and leave.

Now, Yuka, call him "Dad. "
We don�t have much time.

I�m back.

Hey, I�m back.

What?

Stop.

You�re hurting me.

Stay out of this.

What is this, sweetheart?

Stop this stupid act.

What?

Stop this stupid act.

I�m the customer here.
You do what I say.

Customer?
I was confused.

Sometimes, I would forget
that I was Kumiko.

Sweetheart?

No, I�m Ikeda.
I have no wife or children.

You come with me.

Get up.

Stranger...

Get out of here.

Noriko. . .

Noriko. . .

I�m Mitsuko.

I�m Mitsuko.

Noriko.

I�m Mitsuko.

I felt like I was back in 2002,
standing on that platform.

I tore off a thread that was
dangling from my coat.

54 girls lined up on the platform
at Shinjuku.

Open a window. I needed some air.

I walked past the stranger
to the veranda.

I opened the window.
The white curtains billowed.

It was snowing.

Saliva started to flow in my mouth.

It might have been drool. Cold drool.

I couldn�t breathe,
so I opened my mouth.

Drool dripped on the floor.

The table, reflected in the window,
seemed so far away.

Guys from our circle were beating up the
stranger, kicking and punching him.

I crouched down and
touched my own drool.

I was drooling,
and I wanted to pee.

Soon, everything turned white.

It felt like there was sand everywhere.
The floor seemed rough.

But I wasn�t in the desert. I was in some
nameless town. I was some nameless girl.

And I was talking to Tangerine.

Tangerine, Tangerine... Round, orange-colored
Tangerine was standing in the snow.

What�s up, Norippe?

Boys are trouble. . .

I remembered that we used to
walk to school together.

Recognize my uniform, Norippe?

That�s the school I go to now.
And this is my route there

It was a snowy night,
and Tangerine was there.

I still love tangerines.

Tangerines.

Yuka was crying.

Mitsuko. Yoko.

Mom.

I got some meat.

What happened?
You must be hungry.

Let�s eat.

Can you go get the portable stove
from the kitchen?

So cold today.

I know.

Can you close the window?

Also, can you go get the pan?

My hands are numb.

What?

It doesn�t work, Mom.

Where are extra gas cartridges?

He�ll find them.

- Don�t put it on the stove.
- Why not?

It�s out of gas.

I�ll put it here for now.

- I�m so hungry.
- Me too.

Do we have extra cartridges?

Sweetheart, you wanted us to die together tonight.

Didn�t you?

Please.

Kill me.

Who�s this man?

He�s your father, silly.

Noriko, your father�s looking for
gas cartridges.

Noriko?

Kill me now.

Just kill me.
Then run away with Noriko and Yuka.

No, I�m not Noriko.
I�m Mitsuko.

Don�t make a face, Noriko.

No.

You�re a girl.

I�m not Noriko.
I�m Mitsuko.

Girls shouldn�t do that.

No.

Dear, don�t you agree?

Mom, I�m Mitsuko.

We wanna avoid pain.

We just wanna avoid pain, right?

You, me. . .

We just wanna avoid pain, right?

We all just wanna avoid pain.

It�s time to go, but. . .

Are we going?

Or staying?

What do you wanna do, sir?

I�m so tired.

Right, sir?

Sir?

Do you want more time?

I think. . .

Can I say what I think?

Is it OK, Mitsuko?

You all look like lions to me.

You all look like lions.

Let�s be rabbits again.

Let�s be rabbits again, OK?

I want to extend this session.

Let�s extend it.

Mmm, this is good.

Ow, hot!

Home-cooked meals are the best.

You have to eat vegetables too.

Get me some meat, Mom.

- Get it yourself.
- You should get it, Sis.

I gave you vegetables, too.

- Want some meat, Dad?
- No, I�m fine.

It�s delicious.

Tea?

Refill, please.

- Here. Yuka, you want tea?
- Please.

Honey, excuse me. Oh, watch out!

There is no Suicide Club.

Warms you up, huh?

I know.

You can eat more, right?

My face is burning.

The world is the Suicide Club, with far
more suicides than our circle.

Being close to death gives living value.

Only a small fraction of our
members actually commit suicide.

Not all members commit suicide?

It was a stupid question.

Only the members whose roles
require them to commit suicide, do.

If you saw a lion eat a zebra,
would you call it a "Cannibal Club" ?

Lions eat zebras.
Zebras eat grass.

The circle of life.

- Are you eating vegetables?
- Yeah, I even had seconds.

But there�s still a lot.

�Cause you�re only eating meat Sis.

Sorry.

I want. . .

I want to start over.

What are you talking about?

Listen to me.

Taeko.

I want to redo everything. Starting now.

But. . .

Don�t you know. . .

We�re all sick and tired of
your selfish ways.

Dad. . .

You�ve always been so selfish.

Noriko.

She had never said anything
like that to me in Toyokawa.

If she had, I probably would�ve hit her.

I�m so sorry.

I was wrong.

So let�s. . .

. . . make a fresh start.

Let�s die once. . .

. . . and come back to life.

I�m done.

It was delicious.

- I�m full.
- Me too.

We finished it all.

3 hours had passed.

The extension on my time was about over.

I was happy.

I wanted to shout, "Happy!"

My dad. . . my sister. . .

. . . and Kumiko as my mother.

Happy!

I reminisced about. . .
Toyokawa, 10 years ago. . .

. . . the stuffed animal attached to
my sister�s bag. . .

. . . memories. . . in rapid succession. . .

After dinner, my sister and I
took a bath together.

Sis.

Do you remember when Dad came to class?. . .
...when he was discovered by the other kids?
We talked about our past. . .
when we were Noriko and Yuka.

Yeah, I remember.
Dad was so embarrassed.

I couldn�t tell if this woman was
Mitsuko or Noriko,but she was laughing with joy.

You must be tired.

You must be too.

Mom, Dad.
Good night.

I wanted the power to go out
before we went to sleep.

But the whole house remained
bright with fluorescent lights.

I�m a little dizzy from the heat.

Gotta get up early tomorrow, right?

- Gotta get some sleep.
- Me too.

G�night.

Good night.

I wanted to thank my father
for setting this up.

That night, I thought I could
finally take over from my sister.

She had always said. . .

"Gotta go somewhere different.
Gotta get out of here. "

I had laughed at her.

But I finally understood her.

I watched her sleep
for the first time in a long time.

She was moaning in her sleep.

Sounded familiar.
I was happy.

I wanted to tell her,
"Never stop acting, even in your sleep. "

I�m sorry, Sis.

Then I quietly got out of bed.

Tip-toed down the hall.

Sommething I wanted to see.

Grinding his teeth. . .
talking in his sleep. . . as usual.

Thank you, Dad.

While I was putting on my shoes,
I almost sneezed.

I held it in.

I opened the door and went outside.
Fresh air greeted me.

6 AM. It was still dark.

I took a deep breath.
I inhaled deeply.

I started to walk down the street
toward the center of the city.

I wanted to go somewhere
completely different.

I sneezed.

I�m walking for the first time.

I was through with Yoko.
But I wasn�t Yuka either.

Just some nameless girl.
I started walking.

Your heart is a small glass.
If you pour too much emotion into it. . .

. . . tears will spill out.

Goodbye, Yuka.

Goodbye, my adolescence.

Goodbye, Haikyo.com

Goodbye, Mitsuko.

I am Noriko.

Screenplay and Directed by Sion Sono