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Edo, 1841

To bend with the world in humor
As the willow, o the willow, bends

This is the curative for life.

Magistrate's Order for Austerity

Christianity forbidden

These 13 women are guilty of
performing songs on the street.

They are sentenced to three days
of exposure.

Thereafter they are banished from Edo.

Though people think him worthless,

a paperback writer pumps out

his pulp fiction and poems,

all at bargain prices. Still, when cops come

all he can do is scurry away like a rat.

To waste away the days on such vanity

is only for fools.

Fool as I am,

here's a word for you.
What's next?

With singing gone, will all fun go?

Yonder is Kawasaki.

Crossing Shinagawa...

we have arrived in Edo.
Send word home...

this is the famous Nihonbashi.

Our new ship of ebony
a grand sight to see.

With twill and silk stowed below

stacked on them still is satin gold.

Prepare the cargo...

Is the book-lender here?

She just arrived.

These comics are all shabby looking.

The austerity order bans bright colors.

They don't know thrifty and stingy

are two different things.

Girls, take what you like.

Thank you.

What about Tale of Eight Dogs?
Is the next one out?

Master Bakin lost his sight.

He dictates, but every scribe leaves.

He's so particular.

Of course. 27 years now?

28 this year.

He's been at it for so long.

So, he turned to family.

Aren't the educated ones all dead?

His daughter-in-law.

He used to dictate his letters to her.

He and his publisher resolved to
make it work with her,

and the end was finally in sight.

But, the censors came.

O, blast it!

Lord Mizuno is combing through

the book for signs of dissension.

Unlucky timing.

I never found out who you are, but

thanks for all these years.

Hey, Ms. O-Gin is leaving.

I'll meet the master at Isago.

I'm fine alone.

Mr. Shunsui.

Sushi in a private room.
Sticking it to the austerity order?

That's style, Horikiri.

Censor Torii, who cracked down
on Western doctors,

is rumored to become magistrate.

This may be our last.

Lord Mizuno and Magistrate Torii.
Double trouble.

Birds of a feather flock together,
as they say...

like attracts like.

Plays and fiction are apt to be scapegoats.

Scary.

No worries, your love scenes are classy.

You don't get it.

Spring Color books are--

Plum Calendar was a good book, but--

Don't fight when you're eating.

He's too green to get it.

You two need to enjoy drinking a little
more.

Always serious. You have
the face of a hard-working man.

You like it?

Yes.

Your brows, your eyes, your nose,

your mouth, your jaw.

Just enough toughness and salt.

This way, sir.

Here.

Thanks.

Hi, O-Gin.

I'll check the deliveries.

That'll be great.

O-Gin.

Where's your comb?

I must have left it by the mirror.

O-Gin.

A passing dream
drifting away

in one night
still is missed

when the morning bell rings',

Let me live in flames
than live without you

in the shade of this fleeting world.

Goddam good.

I'll take a lantern.

I got it.

Here you go.

It's cold.

Do you mind if I have a drink?

A cup for her.

Who's there?

Shunsui the writer and Eisen the painter

are partying in a room full of geishas.

Who's the host?

Horikiri, a merchant from Nihonbashi,
and his woman, O-Gin.

The one who sells Dutch sugar?

That's right...

you hate Dutch sugar, don't you?

I hate all things foreign.

Allow foreign tastes and you get

more Christians, more opium.
Soon, we're the next China.

Tamamushi.

Yes?

What else?

O-Gin had several purses filled
with 200 copper coins.

Tip for the dancers or geishas.

Why would she leave early, then?

And not go back to the store?

It's a trifle.

More dead?

They keeled over just as they
reached the Gate.

The famine was terrible in the west.

At least Edo looks vibrant.

Would you say one gold coin would

do from the river to Kamakura?

Where in Kamakura?

Tokeiji Temple.

I wasn't here tonight.

Understood, mister?

Yes, ma'am.

No more iron sand.

Add some more coal.

Three baskets here,
two and a half over there.

Got an air path goin'.

I see it good n' clear.

Jogo?
A word with you?

With your husband...

the way he is, the young guys worry

our iron shop won't last.

I kind of think

it's time to say what has to be said.

What do you want?

Come home.

This ain't good.

Have you looked in a mirror?

Speak when your face is normal.

So, this is your monster wife?

You need to set an example for our men.

Even a bandit would run if
he saw you on a street at night.

Half your face is blistered.
It's all a mess.

Please.

I don't need you, but
the shop needs your skill.

Your husband is the furnace.

This serves as my wife.

Now, go home.

Any more of your
blistery face in my sight,

the feast I just had will circle back and
come out of my mouth.

Then,

let me go.

What did you say?

I want a divorce.

The shop needs your skill.

Why would I sign a divorce paper?

Keep working till you're
blistered on the other half!

Shigezo, you better stop there,

or she might run to Tokeiji
over the mountain.

Tokeiji?

Fine.

Run if you dare.

Cut off your hair and work
for two years without men.

It's like a prison.

There's no ironmaking there.

Say what she will,

Blister Face loves to boss around men.

Little God,

just like Grandpa said,

I can tell good iron,

but

I can't tell a good man.

I'm...

...better off dead.

I saved these coins.

Show me what to do.

Go right and drown myself in the river,

go left and escape to Tokeiji,

or...

take this road back

to where I came from?

Give me an answer.

Right or left?

Or the middle?

Looking down the valley from the mountain

I see a child picking up a pebble

and wrapping it in paper.

I got into a fight with the carriage men.

I scared them off,

but I sprained my ankle.
Now I can't walk.

I broke one of their jaws with that thing.

Keep it, honey.

You from here?

Shichiri Beach.

Going home?

200 copper coins.

Help me, dear.

I'm the mistress of Horikiri,
the merchant at Nihonbashi.

Name's O-Gin.

I'm escaping to Tokeiji.

Do they help with

divorce for a mistress?

Sure they do. What's your name?

Jogo.

Jogo, they're on my tail.

Let's hurry.

My sandals.

Sandals?

Get my sandals.

Can you climb?

I will.

Be careful, now.

We'll be able to get a cart soon.

You just gave that purse

to the farmer.

Here.

How many do you have?

If a bandit came I could throw it and run.

Here, take it.

I don't need it.

I'm runnin' away to the temple, too.

How did you get so efficient?

Grandpa taught me.

Just because you

escape there doesn't mean you get to
live in the temple right away.

- There's questioning...
- At one of the official inns.

Stop!

False alarm.

Throw anything on you into the gate, and

it's deemed a kakekomi?

As long as a guard or someone's there.

Footsteps.

Dammit.

There!

They're here!

Thank you very much.

Travel safe.

We have a kakekomi!

Someone must be chasing them.

Jogo!

Take it!

Wait!

Give it to me.

Kakekomi complete!

That was some punch.

Are you Shinjiro?

You know him?

He's the owner's nephew.

Owner?

Kashiwaya Genbei the 3rd.

I'm the manager, Rihei.

No smelling salts?

He's a doctor?

A novice.

He got in trouble in Edo,
and had to leave.

Women on the run and a man on the run.

Here, pick him up.

Yes, sir.

Lift, you dope!

Mackerel! Mackerel!

Fresh from Koshigoe!

Hard worker as I am, I'm always hungry
in the morning!

I'll check upstairs.

Mackerel is it?

Where am I?

Who am I?

And this?

We're in a closet,

you are Shinjiro,

that's a ginseng leaf and
I am O-Katsu, Rihei's wife.

How did you

know it works on bruises?

You woke up last night and
gave us instructions.

Don't you remember?

Can I help you?

Lice, Fleas, Ticks Fight.

Lice flees?

No. Lice. Fleas. Ticks.

We don't have any at this inn!

You didn't look itchy,

and it's not the season for ticks.

It's my book, a comic!

I'm writing: Lice, Fleas, Ticks Fight.

Writhing?

No, not writhing, writing!

My manuscript?

Was it a dream?

A dream?

A dream.

Are you studying medicine or writing?

Writing? No, no, not I. Not in...

The two kakekomi!

Not in the two?

Thought change. The runaways.

Follow me?

To where? Hakone?

Was that a joke?

Genbei's just begun the questioning.

My uncle has?

Follow me, will you?

Genbei is my uncle.

Wrong.

No, I'm Genbei's nephew.

Nephew, yes, but uncle, no.

Follow?

Divert him as you may, you can't fool a
bill collector. I'm with you!

Genbei is your aunt.

That's not a woman's name!

No name is perfect!

Husbands of this world

can divorce as they wish,

but not so with wives.

Hence, Tokeiji exists for
those wives, or mistresses,

as does this inn.

We will question you after breakfast
as to your reasons.

Thank you.

Thereafter--

A messenger will be sent to summon

the husband or man.

How much is the messenger fee?

The recipient will pay.

And the tier fees?

There are three.

The highest tier is 20 gold coins upon entry

and 30 more to the temple office.

Daily life is elegant:
tea ceremonies and poetry.

I'll take that one.

- The second tier...
- Is essentially sewing.

You sew kimonos, vests, etc.

and deliver them to the mercer.

The tips go to the temple office.

I'll have 10 gold coins left
after I pay for my tier.

Please use that to put Jogo
in the second tier.

No. I'm only worth the lowest tier,
or maybe lower.

- Let me...
- The cheapest is the ohashita.

Cooking, laundry, cleaning the temple,

inside and outside,

clear cobwebs, dust,

the ohashita do all the menial work.

I'll be ohashita, then.

From the day you enter,
you will do the same work--

as the nuns. Zen and sutras.
No raw food--that's basic.

Hoshu, who's in charge,
teaches marital art.

Martial art?

She is a master of Hekiryu archery,
as well as pole weapons.

Shinjiro? Come here.

Yes.

Pleasure to meet you.

We have met, though you may not recall.

Last time you were smaller
than the seed of Tom Thumb.

How long ago?

This is my nephew, Shinjiro.

Seems he's having trouble in Edo,

so I'm taking him in for a while.

Now, let's eat.

Jogo's here and O-Gin's there.

Pour soy sauce on it right on the grill,

I can eat five!

Mackerel's a year-round fish: always more.

Wonderful.

You help, too, Shinjiro.

Yes.

O-Tane, give me a hand.

Trays.

Listen...

after breakfast

I want you to help Rihei question Jogo.

Already?

You're not on vacation.

I'll work. I am working.

Without Tokeiji,

you would not be born.

Never mind. Live each day

giving thanks to Tokeiji.

Okay.

Rihei? Rihei?

Rihei,

do you mind?

After we eat?

Sure.

Let me see that.

Don't worry, I'm studying medicine.

May I examine that?

See? Look at this.

See this?

My bruise is gone.

You can punch me, lice, fleas, ticks can
bite me, but no trace.

Wounds heal.

They heal.

Shinjiro,

here, sit.

As you wish.

Kamakura swords have been famous
for centuries.

27 sword-smiths in town.
They all use

the black sand of Shichiri.

Your shop is busy.

You're always by the fire,
hence, your blisters.

Meaning your husband
makes you do all the work.

Now, why did you have to move like that?

What's wrong?

What is this?

Treatment.

Treatment? What's that?

It's what a doctor does to a patient.
This leaf--

What did you just say?

Go home!

Home? This is my uncle, I mean auntie's...

What is the reason

for not marrying him?

He and I both have a past.

Why bother marrying?

We just want to live and work together.

No name for that.

So, I'm just his mistress.

How many times a month
did you quarrel with him?

We never fight.

We're not on equal footing.
He's above me.

Two years ago

he bought a suit of armor from the
Keicho War at an antique store.

Armor from the 1600s?

Yes, there was crusted blood on it.

Remnant of an old battlefield.

Probably stripped from a corpse.

He bought it and put it where we sleep.

It was creepy, so I asked him to get rid of it.

Ever since,

our love-making

was all--

A battlefield?

More frequently, too, since he turned 50.

Days in a row?

Sometimes, three or five times.

Good lord.

It got to me mentally more than physically.

I have no idea how Horikiri
made his fortune.

Not that he would tell me.

One night

as we made love

I thought...

perhaps this man has
killed countless people.

It made me terrified of the night.

You pushed it and now she won't speak.

Hers is a patient's face.

The very face of a waiting patient.

I'm just itching to treat her. Now.

We're here to question, not treat.

Say we call her husband, and

she can't defend herself before the officer?

The officer will recommend a settlement.

Talk to each other.

Void the kakekomi.

That's about it.

These burns show how much

she can endure pain.

She won't argue with him.

He has no talent,
so he's jealous of her skill.

Those types exploit another's weakness.
He'll persistently

attack her face.

How do we counter?

With a new face.

Good idea.

So, treatment first.

We put off the summons as
long as we can.

Meanwhile, I'll find out more near her shop.

The husband may come here.

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

What do you say, Jogo?

Try letting me

treat you for a while.

Wonderful!

Why wonder? She just agreed.

Wonderful is not to wonder.

To wonder is to question.

An answer is wonder filled.
Therefore, wonderful.

So, you see

her agreement is absolutely

wonderful to me.

Wonder-full.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

What happens if he doesn't show?

What then?

Some formalities and, then,
into the Mountain.

Mountain?

That's what we call Tokeiji here.

Sir?

Your fee?

I have other deliveries.

100 copper coins per mile?

Yes, sir.

Manager

please pay him 2600.

Yes, sir.

This is no kidnapping, boss.

She paid off the guard and
passed the Gate.

She ran away to Tokeiji.

I thought she was crazy for you.

I did, too.

No boyfriend.

I know that.

An affair would disqualify her.

Then?

Money.

You think so?

She'd be killed if she went to the cops.

2 years at Tokeiji,

she gets my money,
and a divorce at the end.

She's taken herself hostage.

What about the summons?

The hell with it.

Neither of us can tell the truth.

I just have to wait and see.

That sly fox really got me good.

That's Officer Ishii from the temple office.

Men can't go past the hill gate

so, the custodians wear bells.

This is her Excellency, Hoshu.

Who was that?

What did he want?

Where's Jogo?

Did she run?

Spearflower, you are a good
diuretic and antidote.

Here we go.

Thank you very much.

Light folds out

Like a fan from
Genji mountain

A misty sunset
Over Fan Valley

Hey, mister.

Want to know about Jogo?

Why don't you ask me?

Or is this...

The walk of shame, so entertaining
when it's your neighbor?

Oh, no, no.

Here's a wife and, there,
her profligate husband.

Morning return grows
horns on the wife.

Mourning in the morning
for her love.

Tit for tat

and all over again.

Or, rather, all over her pain.

Enough, dammit!

You're from the Inn?

You'll get a summons in a couple days.

I know, you know.

What?

The incident

from 2 years ago when O-Mitsu

the wife of Kesaji, the oil seller, ran away.

So, what?

It's not her in the temple.

Genbei helped a prostitute
escape a brothel.

Their henchmen might pay you a visit.

Be a sport.

Waiting and waiting for you

Outside the mosquito net

Bitten by the skeeters...

Togasaki Swordsman's School
Outdoor Practice

...the Fifth Move.

Bravo!

Move, Yu!

That was wonderful.

O-Katsu, don't make a guest work.

She wanted to.

The oven that was so hard to heat is all
fired up. She's a fire goddess.

Shinjiro, questioning before dinner?

I'm going to the archive.

He's enamored with the archive.

Lots of folks want to become writers.

He wants to write?

A writer must know people.

Know people?

To study them.

All those battles of the sexes stored

in the archive-- it's a treasure trove for
a paperback writer.

So many want to be famous.

They want the geishas to fawn over them
at Yoshiwara and Fukagawa

go to the banquet hall of a rich man or

a samurai, scribble a few words on
a fan and get paid a lot.

That's what they all want, Jogo.

There must be those who just want

to write good stories in earnest, no?

Wishful thinking.

Studying, Maestro?

Huh?

O-Katsu is accusing

you of exploiting the Inn for
your ambition to write.

I did not.

Yes, you did.

I'm not a paperback writer, but

I've encountered Bakin at the bathhouse.

Bakin, as in

the lord of fiction?

I don't know about "lord."

How about "king"?

I'm curious. Tell us about it.

About 10 years ago

I was at a bathhouse in Kanda.

Early morning

but crowded. It was the very scene from
Sanba: "Gods and demons,

love and futility all bathing together."

The classy top-knot, wringing his towel.

The wide fan-knot of the tattooed giant.

The messy bunch-knot of the servant.

Chatter, songs,

the occasional clacking from
the entrance make for quite a ruckus.

And in the corner,
quietly washing himself...

What was in the bucket?

A ripe persimmon, reflected.

Bakin was looking at a persimmon?

He wasn't looking--

at the persimmon.

He saw the picture of attainment.

Attainment? What's that?

Letting it all go.

Didn't you speak to him?

I couldn't. Something happened.

Excuse me, there.

City and country folk all get their space.

Bakin's work is nothing
but a copy of others.

Tale of Eight Dogs is just a
reproduction of Water Margin.

He gets credit for reading
that huge book, though.

But, to copy Kyoden's masterpiece?

It's not even worth getting upset.

Besides, Bakin's writing is only as deep
as the tip of his brush.

There's no substance.

If there is any,

it's only the clichés you get from the pulpit.

He has no awareness of the world.

Perched like a weathercock, looking down
at us. Who does he think he is?

Not even an ounce of humanity
in a character.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

Bath and bean paste are best stirred.

Bakin is here, you know.

That's why I'm talking.
Get lost, you blockhead.

How rude of you.

Shut up, you blithering idiot!

The first, I let go.

But not the second!

Bakin was gone by then.

I heard he later moved
to Yotsuya Shinanozaka,

and has never returned to that bathhouse.

He's too sensitive.

I disagree.

Are you that fond of Bakin?

That's what's tricky.

Honestly, that man was saying
what I had been thinking.

But, it was strangely infuriating
to hear a total stranger say it.

I like Master Bakin.

Meaning you like to read?

I ain't a good reader.

Then?

I met him.

Met him?

Where?

At his house.

When?

7 years ago.

Why?

Shinjiro

let her speak.

And?

Grandpa took me there

before I went off to get married.

We had him write something on a fan.

Some words congratulating you.

How did your grandfather know Bakin?

50 years ago when there was the flood

Grandpa was working in Fukagawa.

He rescued a man in the river.

And that man turned out to be Bakin?

That's a very long friendship.

Jogo?

Yes?

A

fleet--

ing

flow--

er

ne--

ver

shrinks.

Master Bakin

also gave me

a scroll to hang.

Every time I see an old painting

I wonder how they could draw so well.

Trees, rocks, people

their essence comes alive.

The ancients thought
the future was to be reckoned.

As it well should.

So, we find ourselves
caught between past

and future, unable to move,
yet still nudged forward.

I guess what's important

is to figure out how to take

one step forward.

And Tale of Eight Dogs?

Is it coming along?

No, not at all.

And there's nothing I can do.

Tale of Eight Dogs and I will have to
battle to the death.

It may only be story telling, but

the root is often deep.
That's what Mister Bakin said.

Grandpa said

it's the same with iron making.

Once you set out

you want to go as far as you can.

We'll both die in battle.

That's impressive.

Wonderful.

Wonder-full.

Yes, wonder-full!

You learn stories by heart.

What happened with the hanging scroll?

As soon as Grandpa died,

Shigezo...

Your husband sold it?

Now that she's in a talking mode,
maybe we should start the questioning.

Shinjiro?

Auntie, I'd like to

speak with you.

Now?

Well.
Rihei, do you mind?

Not a problem.

What is it?

In the archive.

Is O-Mitsu a double?

O-Sen, who was spirited away as a child

took her sister's name, O-Mitsu.

O-Sen was 1 1

when she was kidnapped by the henchmen
of a pleasure house.

I knew it.

10 years later, the oil shop got a letter.

A regular of O-Sen felt

sorry for her and let them know.

So, Kesaji

the brother-in-law, met up with O-Sen
and arranged a meeting--

with O-Mitsu.

He asked for a loan from his boss
to buy back O-Sen.

But, wouldn't you know,

the local lord was infatuated with O-Sen,

What could they do?

So, O-Mitsu, her husband and his boss

conceived a plan for kakekomi.

Did you know this from the beginning?

The fake O-Mitsu spoke in a way

only a courtesan speaks.

I asked if she was a courtesan, then

the real O-Mitsu showed up.

Please.

Genbei, we beg you.

Please don't blame them.

It's all my fault.

I'll give up everything and
return to Yoshiwara.

You'll be beaten brutally if you return.

The pleasure houses in Yoshiwara pay
a lot of money to the authorities.

They can do as they please.

Now, let's suppose,

"O-Mitsu" is admitted to the temple.

What will you do as the real O-Mitsu?

I will disappear while

my sister is in the temple.

You cannot see your husband.

I know.

Kesaji, you'll have to play

the foolish husband
who let his wife run away.

I am resolved.

You may all be resolved to do so now,
but people's feelings can change

over the course of two years.

Our feelings cannot change.

Please help us.

This is the only option we have.

We beg you.

If this ever leaks out, we'll take oil

from the shop, pour it all over the
henchmen and their filthy money,

and burn to death with them.

I'm not a sentimental person.

Be they lords or kings, I can't abide

those who abuse authority
to unjustly get their way.

You don't intend to return Jogo?

Of course not. If he doesn't like it,
it's his problem.

What about the henchmen?

They can go home.

You want to light up?

Oh, I'm hopeless. It's an addiction.

What's that?

A kakekomi?

Did a woman come in?

Not tonight.

I'm coming in.

Wait a minute!
I just told you there's nobody.

Please, hold!

There's nobody!

Please leave. There's no one here.

There is no one.

Please leave.

Stop!

Shinjiro.

O-Tane, watch out!

O-Tane!

O-Tane! Careful!

Lord Ishii!

Please stop him!

Halt!

Ms. Samurai?

The officers got rid of the men.

Who are you?

I live here.

Wait!

You had a basket at the shrine.

I was at their practice in the shrine

because it was close to Tokeiji.

Kakekomi?

It's all over, O-Tane.

Let's go home.

Maybe in a bit.

Her father was a fisherman.

He died saving her from being attacked
by a drunken samurai.

The samurai cut him down?

The opposite.

He took the sword and killed the samurai.

Brave, right?

But, the authority

was enraged a fisherman killed a samurai.

Sentenced to death.

Her tongue was burned for criticizing.

Her mother died from grief.

This world is

full of wounded women,

ain't it?

Did you find her?

Yes.

Um...

A kakekomi lady samurai...

I am Togasaki Yu.

What was your father?

A swordsman.

He succeeded his master
and taught 1,000 students.

Tokeiji

does not admit wives and women
from samurai households.

If you want admission,

your pride as a samurai must be
tossed into the gutter.

If you cannot,

please leave immediately.

Please

begin the questioning.

Head pressed to the ground
In prayer to the Buddha

The Compassionate
Who saves children

How fragrant the smoke

That rises from the incense.

My father was gravely ill.
I wanted to give him

peace of mind and decided to marry
his trusted student, Yoshimatsu.

That ruffian samurai?

No, Yoshimatsu was killed.

Three days later

my father died, worrying for my future.

That ruffian is Tanonaka Kansuke.

He came to challenge us.

He wouldn't leave the school.

At my father's side

he doggedly demanded
to be adopted as the heir.

Yoshimatsu had enough.

Please. Please!

Piss off.

And in the end you married Kansuke?

One day,

Kansuke's cohorts flooded into the school.

Bringing grilled snapper, sake and a priest.

And a wedding kimono.

Was Kansuke violent with you?

I am only living to exact

my vengeance.

Tokeiji will not help you
with your vengeance.

I need no help.

I will train for 2 years in the temple

and make Tanonaka Kansuke pay
for his deeds with his life.

I saw the fish seller this morning.

Kansuke may have sent her as a spy.

She comes from Koshigoe.

She travels miles selling fish.

Gets home at sunset.

Wakes up early at dawn,

and sells mackerel every day, rain or shine.

Both Kansuke and Shigezo

will come tomorrow.

If they admit their guilt and sign the paper

the divorce will be settled.

I doubt Kansuke will sign.

In that case

Tokeiji will take you in

and your husbands must sign
the paper after 24 months.

Shinjiro!

Nice find.

I memorized the picture of herbs you drew.

I'll find more once I'm at the temple.

This will shut Shigezo up.

2 years is a long time.

Oh

a diet with no garlic, onion, leek,

chive, scallion, fish or booze will feel long!

I could never survive it.

Betta Betta--

thanks to you.

Betta Betta?

Betta Betta.

Out of my way!

Fool!

Calm down.

Move away I say!

Calm down.

Fool!

I'll cut you to pieces.

Goddammit!

Thanks for nothing.

Flowers will to heaven in a carriage of fire.

You'll be sorry, bitches!

Hey, Shigezo

my hard-luck partner

I'll buy you a drink.

You did well to survive this long.

I am Hoshu, the nun in charge
of the temple.

She is called Her Excellency.

Jogo

profane items are not allowed.

Why do you have that?

I wore it at work.

She worked at an iron shop. It's unclean.

Give it to me.

Keep it.

What?

I will allow it.

The rules, Excellency.

I have spoken.

What happens to the hair, Excellency?

It is sold.

The seven stages of archery are: the feet,

the body, the arrow to the bow,

the lift of the bow, the draw, the sensing,
and the release.

Sensing is the

feel before the arrow leaves.

Release is

the law of necessity.

All life must die,
and parting follows meeting.

December of the same year
Edo Castle

Censor Torii Yozo

having been assigned to police the forts at

Izu, Sagami, Awa, and Kazusa,

is awarded gold and garments.

Censor Torii Yozo is promoted to magistrate

and is granted the title, Governor of Kai.

Governor of Kai, Yozo.

Will you relax the luxury ban
to maintain the prosperity of Edo?

Though Edo fall into
depression and decline

though merchants and craftsmen
wander the streets

I'll persist in promoting reform.

Well said. Be bold.

What shall we do about the
defense base at Sagami Bay?

You're bold to propose removing Tokeiji

a temple built by the Shogun-God Ieyasu.

It is only a temple for runaway women.

At once?

In time.

What's that?

Here comes the man!

Where's Genbei?

She's gone to Edo with

her Excellency. 3 days now.

The manager?

He's with her.

Name's Sanpachi

Omiya gang in Asakusa.

And you?

Nakamura Shinjiro.
In charge of books and first aid.

Bag it, smartass!

Sarukoji! Shut the hell up!

Dark brown silk crepe with
fine, fawn-dye lining.

A brown collar on her middle garment.

Underneath was scarlet silk
with a white neckline.

A 9-inch, thick gray obi round her waist.

It was a fine sight.

That's what O-Sen wore 2 years ago
at New Year's.

The girl I worked so hard to turn
into a professional!

Give me back my O-Sen.

We don't do courtesans.

Shut up, wiseass!

You sent our girl to the temple
disguised as the wife of an oil seller!

Mr. Shinjiro

no more back and forth.
Now give us O-Sen.

If you refuse we'll just go to the temple.

That might ruin your inn.

Please wait here until the owner returns.

That's not necessary.

They can't.

Say that again?

I said, they--

Do you care

if one of your arms goes rolling
on the floor before you finish?

I say, I say, I say

dooooo youuuu caaaare?

Let me ask you this.

Why is Tokeiji called the
Matsugaoka Palace?

Because the 5th nun-in-charge was a
daughter of the Emperor.

So what?

Further!

Tokeiji is the temple of the Shogun-God
Ieyasu, Mr. Sanpachi.

You recall the case of Lord Kato,
the spendthrift ruler?

His chief retainer, Hori, left the land
in protest, but foolish Kato pursued.

370 refugees--the men all killed.

The women fled to Tokeiji, which
fought off Kato's demand, so much so

that his land was revoked by the Shogun.
That was 1639.

Over 200 years ago.

Bravo!

Therefore,

to go up to Tokeiji is to tap on...

...the shoulder of the Shogun. Instant death.

- But...
- Hence--

the three official inns.

Tokeiji won't take up anything
except through us.

That is why

I said you can't just go up there.

Understood?

Mr. Sanpachi,

you buy and sell women, even girls.

With government license.

I'd say we're backed by the Shogun, too.

Rumor is you kidnap, too.

We could avenge the victims by
lighting you on fire with oil.

You'd be burned at the stake.

There's a ruling from 35 years and 5 months
ago by the magistrate thrice previous.

A woman set a man's house on fire because

he stiffed her father...

...10 gold coins. Now.
How did the magistrate rule?

Not guilty.

Idiot!

Death by burning.

No doubt!

The man was to immediately repay

5 gold coins', the rest in an installment
of a penny a year

for 80 years.
The girl to be burned upon repayment.

Do you follow?

The girl was safe for 80 years.

That's why she still lives!

45 years left to burning.

45 years left!

45 years?

I intend to ask for a similar ruling.

Ladies, we'll douse them with this oil.

Leave, Leave!

You guys are crazy!

In the next life

Be my teacher!

I had to bluff what I said, but

I didn't know the magistrate made
a ruling like that.

It was all a bluff.

Everything?

Everything.

I think

you'd be a better writer than doctor.

I didn't know what to do when he said
45 years left to burning.

So, what did you do?

I made a face.

And you even brought up the Kato incident.

Well,

it's all from the archive.

Of course. That story
is about Genbei's ancestor.

Your secret's out.

Our roots are the Hori clan

who escaped to Tokeiji.

Really?

Wait. You all knew?

You, too?

It's no secret among the inns.

Rihei, tell Shinjiro about Edo.

Ever since Torii became magistrate,
people are living in fear.

The only good news is
Tale of Eight Dogs.

The conclusion came out?

Publisher, bookstores, book-lenders--
long lines everywhere.

It finally came out!

I gotta read it!

Someone's sick at the temple.

Go get the priest at Enkaku Temple.

He hurt his back. Perhaps Shinjiro...

Bring him!

Since I have no student,

if you are unable, we must call a doctor
from town.

Why don't you have a student?

Killed him.

Your student?

I was amputating a patient's leg, and

cut off the fingers of my student with it.

He died from gangrene.

The patient?

Oh, he lived.

Are you a surgeon?

Medicine.

A cup of blood from the mouth. Diagnosis?

First, is it hemoptysis or hematemesis?

What is hemoptysis?

Bleeding from the air pipes from the throat
to the lungs.

The other?

Blood from the stomach.

However, the cause for hematemesis is
from the upper stomach.

Bleeding from illness below the stomach...

the bleeding is normally discharged in the
stool.

That is, the stool must also be checked.

They said O-Gin spewed bright red blood.

There are witnesses, so it's certain.

But, she threw away the blood in
the privy. Now, what?

Bright red indicates hemoptysis. If so,
maybe external trauma.

What diseases does it indicate?

Tuberculosis, parasite in the lung,

lung cancer, and we must also
look for heart-related causes.

Heart problems can lead to hemoptysis.

Very well.

Get a stethoscope from there.

Thank you.

Long absence from men.

Get the implication?

Well, yes...

A man looking like a horse or
baboon would seem handsome.

That's a bit--

If you meet eyes, some may go mad.

Naturally.

No small talk.

Lower your head!

I smell a man.

I didn't hear bells.

Not the custodians.

It's the smell of a young man.

Young?

A young man?

You shouldn't.

Let me see.

I must look at the patient's eye
when examining.

I will look and convey exactly what I see.

Substituting a substitute.

How novel. It'll be the first ever.

I said no small talk.

That was a sigh of relief...

for the relief.

A man with wild hair.

That isn't the priest.

Shinjiro's here.

For O-Gin?

Quiet.

We need 3 helpers

for the examination.

Let me!

I'll go!

Jogo,

and O-Mitsu...

O-Shichi, go help.

It's settled down. She's been sleeping.

Hoko, you've been watching her for hours
now. You may go rest.

This matter is not worthy of your attention.

I will remain and help--

You sniffed him out, did you?

We're worried about O-Gin.

Withdraw, O-Shina!

Hoko

order in the temple will be lost if you,
the senior, stay here so long.

Please withdraw.

Shinjiro?

Yes.

Come here.

Yes. Pardon me.

Her face has good color.
Why did she cough up blood?

Patients with tuberculosis look better
as they get sicker.

Not that she has it.

Let me check her pulse.

Feels a bit feverish.

She's waking.

Your Excellency, this hurts.

Look up.

Yes ma'am.

These days,

in the evening,

I get a little feverish...

Oh.

Shinjiro.

Do you get many headaches?

Yes.

That's what Horikiri called it.

I've had headaches and nausea

off and on for 3 years now.

Excuse me.

I'm only listening to her lungs.
Please bear with me.

I'm not looking.

Your Excellency?

What?

Fresh water and towels.

- What happens if a kakekomi...
- Lower your heads.

...becomes really ill?

She leaves here and nurses at home.

Please don't make me.

I really can't see Horikiri.

Those who cannot go home for a reason

will go to one of three inns.

In any case, we'll have to monitor her.

She should be moved to a room
with good light and air.

Understood.

- And another thing...
- Yes?

One of those three was my patient
before she entered the temple.

Could I check how the scar's healing?

I will check for you.

Jogo.

Can I look?

I will look.

Two faint pink lines.

Two faint...

pink lines...

Homei, Hohou.

Homon.

Collecting herbs?

Yes.

Don't cross the stream.

It's the inn's land.

Yes.

Head pressed to the ground
In prayer to the Buddha

The Compassionate
Who saves children

How fragrant is the smoke
That rises from the incense

Heavenward and turns to cloud.

The cloud, the cloud is iridescent cloud

Above the cloud of colors five...

You've become a pro at that grinder.

Every time I come, Shinjiro gives me
a note saying do this or that.

The herb garden--

Herb garden?

Next to the stone steps.

You made one?

Yes, between work and training.
Just a wee bit.

Thank you so much

for everything you do.

Ain't nothing.

How would your grandpa say that?

Thank you very much.

Betta Betta Dan Dan.

Betta Betta...

Dan Dan.

You are--

my treasure.

Jogo

I'm glad we met.

Me too.

I'm glad I met you, O-Gin.

I don't reckon I'd have the courage
to make it here if I was alone.

I may have jumped off
the cliff along the way.

My happiness now

is all because of you, O-Gin.

This is what is common now:

an honest doctor with a growing belly

an owner of a bathhouse with an angry face

because he has no customers

a strumpet who's a sly fox,
but her Johns all have measles

and can't compose a song.

They all come together and 1-2-3!

Tokeiji Temple Office
1842

Declaration of Divorce by Kesaji

Here, here.

Do you think O-Mitsu will return?

She will. I guarantee it.

Were you in contact?

No.

I don't even know where she lives.

Mackerel!

Any letters?

None.

Not even a letter.

That was the agreement.

Did you ever write her?

Mackerel! Mackerel!

Fresh from Koshigoe!

That fish-seller started showing up
around here

shortly after you entered the temple.

Day after day

through wind

and snow.

Until today.

It was a masterful disguise.

Sister!

O-Mitsu!

Firm the promises.

Firmer still the marriage vow.

To be guarded forever

is the bond of flesh and blood.

Writers, painters... they've all

been arrested.

It's at our doorstep.

Torii's spies are sniffing around.

I know that.

We think it's best to ditch

the hideout.

We'll ride it out.

Torii will stumble.

Don't panic.

You sound like you've become legit
to the bone.

What about O-Gin? Any news?

Yes and no.

Spit it out.

Shinjiro from the inn

has been visiting the temple
to see a patient.

That patient is O-Gin.

That's it.

She's going to use him.

An infusion of ginseng and citrus peel
works best for tuberculosis.

You left a deposit of five gold coins
at the inn.

I'll buy ginseng with that money.

Camellias are so good.

The seeds make good oil.

Essential for salves.

They're the first to bud
in the winter of Kamakura.

The camellias bring spring.
That's why they're so good.

Lower your head.

Stop eavesdropping!

Go clean the main hall!

Creek. Tomorrow.

Shinjiro?

Yes?

I will go down to the inn

when I get worse.

But, Horikiri...

I can't read the conclusion
of Tale of Eight Dogs here.

Her Excellency is quite strict
about what we can read.

If fiction was dinner,
a novel is a full-course meal

a book of humor is a main entrée

and a graphic novel is a midnight snack.

It's a fate worse than death not to finish
Tale of Eight Dogs.

Bakin would die of joy to hear that.

I want it read to me at my bedside.

Tale of Eight Dogs?

Yes.

I'll be in and out of consciousness

and you should finish reading it

right as I'm drifting between
hearing and not hearing.

That's impossible.

For you, it is.

You're a doctor and a paperback writer.

Maybe you should lie down now.

I'm going to tell you something now.
Promise to lock it in your heart.

What is it?

The real reason for my kakekomi

and the hidden past of Horikiri.

This is it for today. Thank you for your work.

Umph.

Be sure to hit it hard!

Those are too thin. What happened

to the thick ones?

Were there none left?

You sure?

Oh, well. Hit hard!

Okay.

I'm off to pick some herbs.

Don't cross into Tokeiji's land.

I know. Stay on this side of the stream.

Because it's easy to cross
above the waterfall.

Really? How about that.

Hard, like this!

This is amazing.

All the details of O-Gin's symptoms.

Can you use it?

Absolutely.

I can only go see her about twice a month.

May I borrow this?

Yes.

Will she get better?

No, she won't.

And she knows it.

There's some over there.

Edo's in terrible shape.

Sushi halls are closed and

now, the famous actor Ebizo
has been banished.

Are you goin' back to Edo?

I can't. I'll have to give up writing
for the time being.

Then, Nagasaki?

How did you...?

Ain't it the best place for Western medicine?

It is.

When?

I'll be here until you leave the temple.

Really?

Um...

If you want, perhaps...

Jogo!

Jogo!

Where's Jogo?

Jogo went down to the field.

Over there. Jogo went down to the field!

Over there.

Down the hill! In the field!

Um...

Perhaps

you could come

to Nagasaki with me.

As a patient...?

What? Oh, no, no, no.

I thought maybe

we could be a couple who give

herb notes to each other.

This is what is common now:

An honest doctor...

What did O-Gin want from you?

This is

really good morphine.

Did you get

a prescription for it?

What did she want?

Tale of...

...Eight Dogs.

What about it?

I'm to read it.

Smartass.

I have illicit goods from Holland

in my cellar.

She's blackmailing me!

How much?

When is the handoff?

You're the negotiator.

Tell me her demands!

You better hurry!

It's all a very big misunderstanding.

What I want back is her affection.

O-Gin has

tuberculosis.

She ran away to spare you

from seeing her die.

That can't be.

O-Gin wants

to remain an inviting flower.

"Inviting flower" is a word for courtesans.

My mistake.

A fleeting flower.

That's her ideal.

Nothing lasts.

She wants to be a flower

that's here and gone.

You're making this up.

His brow

his eyes

his nose

his mouth

his jaw.

Just enough toughness and salt.
He's the only man I loved.

That's what she said.

The tears of a man in love is so idiotic

a 100-year love will go cold.

She said that, too.

Isn't this a sorry sight, Sanza?

Where the hell is the great thief Dennai
who brought us all together?

I'm right here.

"A passing dream drifting away in one night

still is missed when the morning bell rings."

It was a good dream.

Torii raided my shop in Nihonbashi.

The manager ratted us out. Soon

they'll be here.

Take what you want and run.

And you, boss?

I'll be Lord Shimazu of the 1600s.

Retreat toward the enemy?

Grab a weapon if you're coming.

Take anything from the cellar.
There's money.

The tunnel out leads to the main street.

I'll try to stall them, but it won't last long.

Go!

Mr. Horikiri...

Don't mention this to O-Gin.

Okay.

Wow. A water syringe...

Press on!

Onward!

Once a hick always a hick.

- What?
- You held the doctor's hand.

What was in your letter?

- Whore!
- Tell us!

Get up!

O-Tami!

O-Shina...

O-Shina?

Wait!

I'll treat it.

What happened?

She took a fall.

O-Shina, is that true?

Yes.

Jogo helped me.

Where are the herbs from?

My herb garden.

Herb garden?

She's telling the truth.

It's an impressive garden.

Are you suggesting

Jogo was the cause of this?

I saw O-Shina's wound.

That is not from a fall.

So Jogo hit, then treated her?

She might be seeing a man.

That's the problem.

Do you know the word, "student"?

It was used for those studying
in a university modeled after China.

That's right.

It's obsolete now, but I believe
the concept will soon be revived.

How does that relate to Jogo?

Jogo is an avid learner of everything.

We are blessed to have
such a student here.

But, if we let her continue...

Enough!

Horse-weed

Lily of the Valley

Lilyturf

Summer dress will be for 3 days.

Are you okay?

What?

What's wrong?

Go call the priest.

Get Shinjiro, too. Hurry!

It hurts!

Make it stop!

Do you want a honey enema?

Honey enema?

Yes, please, doctor.

Where does it go?

In the chrysanthemum, of course.

How far?

About this far.

I want the honey enema! Give it to me!

Doctor, please, hurry!

Horin, you do it.

I'm too scared.

What shall I do?

Do it.

Okay.

But, don't look.

Don't look? The target is a tiny hole!

It's high in some, low in others.

I will look.

Then, please!

Put it in.

Close your eyes!

They're closed.

Relax. Please, relax.

Ready?

It's in.

Not that one.

Wrong one, Excellency!

Not there.

No.

Higher, it's higher.

Sorry about that. Relax. Relax. Relax.

It's in!

It's in.

Pull it out.

Please pull it out.

Excellency!

Pull it out!

There can be four causes

for so-called "passion". Ulcer

gall stone, angina, or ectopic pregnancy.

She has none.

They say unspeakable deeds
cause unspeakable pain.

I do not believe O-Yuki has committed
an unspeakable deed.

Unspeakable could mean unfulfilled desire.

Or one that is fulfilled.

With whom?

The old priest? Or glum Officer Ishii?

You.

Me?

She was walking by the stream.

Someone saw you walking there.
The two of you...

No, no, no. That's wrong.

Why would I...? You have it wrong.
I mean, O-Yuki...?

No way. Please don't spread rumors.

One month later

I'm afraid she's pregnant.

As suspected.

It's an imaginary pregnancy.

What's that?

A Western diagnosis of a mental illness.

She imagined it?

But, her belly is expanded.

Finding the cause will fix it.

Does Officer Ishii know?

Yes.

What did he say?

It will be a problem

if she's pregnant.

Despite an order to close your sushi hall,

you two continued operating in secret.

Therefore, the chefs and kitchen assistants

are sentenced to be handcuffed
and banished from Edo.

The owners shall be dragged about town

and executed.

That's an outrage!

I'm hot.

This thing makes me so hot.

I wanted you to know I'm speaking
to the Temple Magistrate.

About what?

Closing Tokeiji.

Tokeiji is backed by the...

...temple of the Shogun-God.

Did Lord Mizuno approve?

He said to expose the corruption.

I understand there was a problem
in the past

but Hoshu has cleaned house
since taking charge.

All I need is some kakekomi
to get pregnant.

Know of any?

I'm not...

Then we'll set it up.

I'll send someone.

A mole.

A fake kakekomi.

Hoko

I will go into my closet a while.

Yes, ma'am.

Jogo

Genbei is waiting for you. Hurry.

Yes.

Can you finish?

Sure.

She needs to see you about the deposits.

Genbei?

The kakekomi this morning

is a mole from Magistrate Torii.

Officer Ishii told you?

She's to expose any scandals.

O-Yuki?

Shinjiro is taking care of that matter.

Thread this.

Something else?

Do you know about the room

that nobody except Hoshu may enter?

Yes, we call it the "closet."

I found a hidden hallway when I was
cleaning. I was told not to enter.

It will be disastrous if Tamamushi, the mole

finds out her secret.

Could we tell her Excellency
and have Tamamushi banished?

Hoshu is purity itself.

She doesn't understand
some people can be malicious.

You need me to watch Tamamushi?

Precisely.

What if she gets into the closet?

You must take care of her.

That woman is street tough.

It'll be difficult.

We'll just watch for now.

Officer Ishii intends to report about O-Yuki.

With whom as the partner? Me?

I think she had relations in her mind
with the man she loves.

If imaginary pregnancy can happen
in the West

it can also happen here.

Um...

I can treat her if I can look into her eyes.

We will do a grand examination.

A what?

You will examine O-Yuki in front of all.

In front of all? Like who?

The nuns, the kakekomis, Priest Seisetsu
and Officer Ishii.

The fate of Tokeiji rests on it.

I believe it will also save O-Yuki.

But...

In front of so many...

Are you at a loss for words?

Your Excellency

truth be known, I've never once cured
anyone. The sick will heal--

if the heavens so wish.

I only study and make arrangements

for the heavens to...

Lower your head!

Raise it.

O-Yuki.

Do you recognize me?

Who am I?

My honey enema doctor.

Silence!

And your parents?

They own the inn, Sagamiya, at Fujisawa.

How did they come to have you?

They couldn't have a baby for a long time.

They prayed to the gods for a baby.

They prayed and prayed.

Then, one snowy morning, there was
a baby crying at the door of the inn.

Their prayers were answered.

They gratefully took in the baby
and named her O-Yuki.

O-Yuki was treasured and grew up
to be a sparkling young lady and

fell in love.

Tokuji, an apprentice at the inn.

He loved me, too.

He married into the family. It was
a happy time, the wind at your back.

But

he had a problem with drinking.

He was a different person when he drank.

He gambled and made huge bets
when he was drunk.

His money quickly dried up.

He started using the inn's money.

The subject of divorce would come up
every time.

I'd tell my parents

"This is it.

I'll make him stop."

I apologized

to Mommy

and Daddy.

Tokuji swore

he'd quit drinking. But...

You didn't fall out of love.

You felt guilty toward your parents who
raised you as their own child.

Hence, you tearfully

ran away to this temple.

Yes.

Is that Tokuji's baby?

I don't know.

Did he sneak in here?

How could he?

Then, in a dream?

That's impossible.

What's the song you sang?

I don't remember.

This is what is common now...

...an honest doctor

with a growing belly

But you can't have his baby.

I can't?

It would betray your parents.

But, you two can't be separated.
Like there was something

between you in another life.

Close as two peas in a pod,
or a curious fox sticking closely behind.

Sticky is ivy glue.

Worse than sticky is tobacco stain.

But, rub it with soup and it'll disappear.

What happens

if a baby grows outside the womb?

A pregnancy like that hurts!

It hurts! It hurts!

It would hurt wouldn't it?

Ow, ow.

But, not in your case.

It does.

It doesn't.

It hurts.

It doesn't.

It hurts!

It's hurting!

It doesn't hurt.

It does.

No.

Yes.

It doesn't hurt!

It does not hurt!

- It can't hurt.
- It hurts!

It's in your head.

It doesn't hurt. You don't feel anything.

- It doesn't hurt!
- It hurts!

- There's no pain!
- It hurts!

You just keep telling yourself there is!

You don't need to punish yourself
with imagined pain, O-Yuki.

I am moved by your wisdom, Shinjiro.

Now, it is my turn to speak.

O-Yuki?
How about an advance note of divorce?

Advance note of divorce?

We will recommend a reconciliation
and send you home.

Tokuji must sign

an oath not to drink.

If he does, he must sign the note of divorce
there on the spot.

Hence, "advance note."

There is no such thing!

It would violate the rules.

Once a woman enters the temple, unless
she's dying...

Unless you're dying, like me!

The temple rule forbids leaving for
24 months.

But...

blast the rules!

Scandalous!

Just as she said!

The rules do not exist for the temple.

The temple

and the rules exist for people
who are suffering.

It's flat again.

Magistrate Torii? How about--

strangulate Torii.

Strangulate...

Right?

Everybody hates him.

Me, too.

He thinks he's so special.

I saw lanterns on the hill behind Tokeiji.

Someone must have escaped.

This is what is common now

an honest doctor with a growing belly...

Don't you get tired of that song?

The owner of the bathhouse...

Let's go down.

Tamamushi!

Search by the stream.

Yes, ma'am.

Homei, to the stream!

Your Excellency

there's a place we haven't looked.

Are you Torii's mole?

Those are banned books.

I grew up an underground Christian.

But, I've lived in betrayal of my faith.

Yu.

If you permit, I will shave my head

and spend the rest of my life
here in the temple.

Summer 1843

Shinjiro

may lack toughness and salt

but he's a good man.

Don't let him go.

I won't.

Make love

no more than three times a day.

Not as much after three years

but get better in bed.

My

sister.

Betta Betta

Dan Dan.

Tale of the Eight Dogs

Loyal to Lord Satomi.

Time passed. Eight dogs transformed to
warrior-men...

...their hearts were gems each

reflecting eight virtues.

Even my pen

Admonishing wayward drifters

Is like the duckweed:

Placing rootless words on a leaf.

He's been standing there chanting
for half an hour.

Above the cloud of colors five...

Lives the Buddha of Compassion.

You have worked hard for 24 months.

Usually, you would now go down
the mountain together.

However, Genbei has a suggestion.

Miss Yu

what will you do about the revenge?

I have lost my desire to avenge.

I will walk the land and improve myself.

Well said. Very well said.

Please wait here.

Here?

Genbei thinks it best for you
not to see Kansuke.

If he was violent two years ago,

he is now a rabid dog.

Leave it to me and Officer Ishii.

I have to give it to you.

Abstaining from your favorite foods
for 24 months is impressive.

Jogo.

You win. I signed--

the divorce paper as you wish.

On the matter of divorce...

I will go now.

Send my wife my love.

He's late.

...as of now you two have
nothing to do with each other.

You may remarry

with whomever you like,
be she Starlight or Moonlight.

Wiseass.

Missus!

She's no longer that.

The master talks big,

but he's renounced his ways
and is working hard.

He's there with us, morning to night.

We have more men.

He's waiting for you to return.

Master!

You said you'd beg and plead until she
comes back!

Didn't you!?

One more chance.

Please! Even for a month.

Come back to the shop.

We're making good iron now.

But, nothing compares to the iron you make.

I ask your forgiveness. Just one month.

Jogo is...

Shut it, Shinjiro.

Mr. Shigezo

won't you please leave for now.

It's overwhelming for Jogo.
It's all happening at once--

the divorce, your plea, and
all the food she can now eat?

Please?

Give her one day to think it over.

You're right.

It's just as you say.

I'm so impatient.

I'm sorry for the trouble.

O-Tane.

Go find out what's taking so long.

Get off of me!

I'll chop you up!

Put you in a stew!

Calm down.

Blast it!

Here, look at this.

I mapped the trip to Nagasaki.

A honeymoon of picking herbs

along the famous path of Shank's Mare.

That's not how you do it.
You're being a child.

Shinjiro

I won't go to Nagasaki.

You won't--

break up with Shigezo?

I miss iron-making, yes.

But

I'm not returning to the shop.

I'm going to check on Genbei.

She might have too much to handle.

Take your time and talk it out.

I'm off to buy ingredients
for the celebration dinner.

Why are these stacked?

Put them away.

Where's Yu?

Give me the divorce paper.

Bring her out.

First, hand over your sword.

Shut up!

Where's Yu?

Why not Nagasaki?

You would be a novice doctor there.

Actually, a student.

And a paperback writer.

I won't even have time for that.

You studied people for two years here!

You've seen many kakekomis.

I guess I have some material from...

You got an air path goin'.

All that's left is to keep workin'
the bellows like mad.

You want me to write?

Go back to Edo where you can write
and publish.

No writer makes a living!

Practice medicine.

I'm still learning!

You're a great doctor.

You proved it at the grand examination.

I'm sure the priest and Officer Ishii
will agree.

Mizuno and Torii are gone now

but Edo is still a scary place.

If you return to Edo

I will be your companion.

Our teeth clanked.

Um... what?

Kansuke's gone mad!

Kansuke has

gone mad.

He's headed to the Mountain!

Kansuke and Officer Ishii...

Shinjiro!

Hold!

Shut up!

Jogo!

Jogo!

Wait for me.

Go to the Temple Office!

Okay!

Hold, I say!

Let her go!

O-Tane!

Auntie!

Auntie!

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Help Officer Ishii.

Help him.

Don't move.

I fought all I could to no avail.

Officer Ishii! Sir!

Intruder!

Shut up, I say!

Intruder!

Insolence!

Shut up.

Mind yourself!

Let her go!

Step back!

Shut up!

Rihei!

O-Tane...

help O-Tane.

I won't let her die.

Tanonaka Kansuke!

Yu!

Let her go!

Drop the bow!

I'll cut off her head!

Drop the bow!

Drop the bow!

Drop it!

I say drop it!

Come here!

Hey!

Come here!

Come here!

Villain!

Hey!

Come here!

O-Tane!

Do not kill!

No use.

Jogo!

Travel safe.

We will.

Give me a hand.

One and two!

This is it.

Thanks for everything.

Be well!

Godspeed.

Good bye.

Take care.

Let's go.

I packed too much. Got greedy.

Should've left some books.

This is awfully out of the way

for a doctor's office.

Patients will come if the doctor is good.

Besides, rent is free.

Could be a good place for writing.

Master?

This is it?

Yes.

I got it!

Master?

Master?

Master?

I'm glad you're here

Jogo!

Master?

Master.

What's your man like this time?

Ain't got much toughness or salt,

but a wonderful man.

Bakin continued to dictate until he died
five years later at 82.

Leaving the world, rain returns to heaven
and clay dolls to earth --Bakin

Torii was ousted in 1845 and put under
house arrest for 23 years.

He grew herbs and treated the sick.

Tokeiji stopped taking in kakekomi women
in 1870.

An estimated 2,000 women were saved by
the temple over the years.

Shinjiro:
Yo Oizumi

Jogo:
Erika Toda

O-Gin:
Hikari Mitsushima

Hoshu:
Hana Hizuki

Yu:
Rina Uchiyama
O-Yuki:
Misuzu Kanno

O-Katsu:
Midoriko Kimura
Rihei:
Katsumi Kiba

Torii:
Yukiya Kitamura
Sanpachi:
Jun Hashimoto

Kansuke:
Tetsunaga Matsuoka
Shigezo:
Shinji Takeda

Ishi:
Hajime Yamazaki
Seisetsu:
Akaji Maro

Genbei:
Kiki Kilin

Horikiri:
Shinichi Tsutsumi

Master Bakin:
Tsutomu Yamazaki

Executive Producer
Tadashi Osumi

Produced by
Nozomu Enoki
Yukiko Masumoto
Setsuko Sumida

Based on the Books by
Hisashi Inoue

Music by
Harumi Fuuki

Photography by
Takahide Shibanushi

Lighting by
Kenji Ushiba

Production Designer
Tetsuo Harada

Sound
Masahito Yano
Hitoshi Tsurumaki

Edited by
Eugene Harada

VFX Supervisor
Issei Oda

1st Assistant Director
Masanori Inoue

Written for the Screen and Directed by
Masato Harada

Subtitled by James Yaegashi