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THE HITMAN:
BLOOD SMELLS LIKE ROSES

PRODUCED BY KANJI AMAO
& HITOSHI MATSUDA

ORIGINAL NOVEL
BY MASAHIKO NAKAMURA

STARRING:

HIDEKI SAIJO

NATSUMI NANASE, KIMIKO YO

KIYOSHI NAKAJO

TETSURO TAMBA

WRITTEN & DIRECTED
BY TERUO ISHII

Where are you taking me now, then?

How about Club Lee?

That'd be wonderful!
Do you go there a lot?

My father's a major stockholder.

So you're a little rich boy, are you?

Yeah, and spoiled rotten.

Look at Mr. Moneybags here.

Hey, don't you think we should know
each other's names at least?

- I'm Saburo Saionji.
- And I'm Yumiko Omiya.

Come on.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Who are they?

I'm Sabu's father.

No! Get off me!

Sabu!

No!

Stop!

No!

- Get the fuck out.
- No.

Don't do this...

- Let me go. Let me go...
- Let's go.

What's your problem?

Here.

There you go.

Hey. Let Sabu go first.

Really? Thanks.

No!

That hurt, bitch!
What do you think this is?

You should've just laid back
and taken it form the start.

No... Stop...

The bitch could make us a lot of money
with a body like that.

Who the fuck are you?

Sorry to interrupt your fun.

Get the fuck out of here now!

Before we rub you out!

- What are you, an eraser?
- What did you say, asshole?

You're not scaring anyone
looking like that, scumbag.

Motherfucker!

Some balls you've got.
You're outnumbered three to one.

HERE RESTS REIKO AMEMIYA

Reiko.

You promised not to bother me at work.

- Just 30 seconds.
- I'll give you 15.

I'd like to go on a date
for your birthday on the eighth.

I'll be waiting at the usual cafe
in Shinjuku at 11:00.

I'll give you some white roses,
your favorite. Okay?

Yay!
Not too many, though.

- We need to save for the wedding.
- Easy, there.

- Oh, you're three seconds over!
- Reiko.

Here.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Let's all sing that song again.
- Yes, Miss!

- Do you remember the words?
- Yes, Miss!

Okay, is everyone ready?
Let's begin.

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me

Still all my song shall be

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee

Thank you for waiting, sir.

- Thanks. Bye.
- Goodbye.

Reiko!

- Tell us what happened, Chief Yamada.
- Give me a break.

This is the Tsukiji guys' jurisdiction.
It's not our place to speak.

Their chief is taking forever.
Please, Chief Yamada.

I told you, this isn't my turf.

Why has an organized crime officer
like you come here from Shinjuku?

The victims were Shinjuku mobsters,
weren't they?

That's one conclusion.

- What family were they with?
- It's not my damn jurisdiction!

Don't be like that!

If they're Shinjuku yakuza, the Mitsuyoshi
and Kumasa Families are fighting over

who'll take over the Ogata Federation.

- Do they belong to either of them?
- I don't know!

The victims did wear
diamond-shaped badges, though.

But I may have been mistaken.
And that's off the record, by the way.

Diamond-shaped?
The Mitsuyoshi Family, then.

So the Kumasa Family
is behind this, then?

That's one conclusion you could draw.

The Yoshimitsu Family
will be out for revenge.

They won't take this lying down.

Don't you think you're talking
a little too much, chief?

After three of its members
were gunned down,

the Mitsuyoshi Family is sure
to retaliate against the Kumasa Family.

The risk of sustained
eye-for-an-eye bloodshed is high,

and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police
are on high alert.

Public anger has grown
at this repeated gang violence...

- Hey! Turn that crap off.
- Yes, boss.

Fucking media. All they do is say stuff
that'll stir up the Mitsuyoshi Family.

Boss, I've looked into all our guys,
and none of them did it.

The Mitsuyoshi Family are hardly
likely to buy that, though.

Neither are the cops, or those jerkoffs
who work in TV and the papers.

We need to prepare for trouble
with the Mitsuyoshi Family, and fast.

- Goda.
- Sir.

Get me all my top men.

Well, go on!

MITSUYOSHI FAMILY,
OGATA FEDERATION

- Sugimoto.
- Sir?

Make it your top priority to find out
how many guns were used.

Understood, sir.

Boss, I'd like to get started
with choosing our hitmen.

- Alright. Get five men, at least.
- Yes, sir.

Whoa, whoa!
You looking to kill me, Takanashi?

Here.

Thanks.

I've noted down all the main points.

About the Mitsuyoshi
and Kumasa affiliates.

The Kumasa Family makes their money
through the Yasuda Family.

If you know what they're up to,

you'll have some idea
of how the Kumasa Family will act.

How far are you planning to take this?

You never change your mind
once you've made a decision, do you?

You were a real headache for me
in our Defense Academy days.

I'm sorry I've never repaid
all the favors you've done me.

Don't go all formal on me.

You left the Academy because
you missed your girlfriend too much.

Then, when her parents opposed
the marriage, you became a trucker.

And yet, you always seemed happy.
Then, that happened...

I don't want to talk about it,
Nakatsuka.

I'm sorry.

Call me if I can help.

KUMASA FAMILY

What happened? Hey!

Don't just sit there!
Call an ambulance before it's too late!

Get down, it's not safe!

Moron!

You think he's going to hang around
in broad daylight after doing this?

- Hey! Call an ambulance!
- Right!

- Get him out of here!
- Get a move on!

Keep it together!

- Just as the boss planned, Yasuda.
- I know.

Office of the Kumasa Family.
Huh?

Oh, sorry. The boss is out right now.
Who's asking?

What?
You got a death wish, fuckhead?

- What is it?
- A Mitsuyoshi man, apparently.

Fukamachi here. Who is this?

I'm a hitman for the Mitsuyoshi Family.

That was just a taster.

I'll have your boss' balls before long.

Hey. Hey!

MITSUYOSHI FAMILY

- What are you all doing?
- Sir, no!

Fucking idiots!

- Boss!
- It's too dangerous!

What are you still doing here?
After them!

Go!

You're one of my top men!
Go, you imbecile!

Go! What are you doing? Go!

Fuck you, Kumasa, you snake!

Boss, come!

That fucking Kumasa!

Mitsuyoshi Family.

Send the boss out?
Get the fuck out of here!

This is Mitsuyoshi.
Who are you?

Thanks for that little social call
you paid us earlier.

We thought there was no sense
in waiting to repay your kindness.

You fucker...

What the hell are you talking about?

Playing dumb, are we?

I'm a hitman for the Kumasa Family.

And soon, your balls will be mine.

Hey! Open the damn door!

- Who the hell are you?
- Uchino from Shinjuku Precinct.

- Your boss in?
- He's busy. Come back later.

What's going on?

It's some cop.

Come in, Inspector.

The boss isn't in,
but take a seat through there.

- Hey, fix some tea.
- Got it.

- Inspector.
- What's all this, now?

Anyone would think you were at war.

Anyway, I'll take a look around
since there's been some trouble.

So the bullet came from this direction.

Somewhere up there.

Looks like they haven't realized that.

He must have been
above the fifth or sixth floor.

- Your order, sir?
- Coffee.

- Where's the restroom?
- Into the corridor and left.

Right.

- I'm afraid that table is...
- I'm with him.

Pardon me.
May I take your order?

Whatever he's having.
And some Pink Ladies.

- What are they?
- Women's cigarettes.

- We don't sell cigarettes here.
- Oh, really?

Could you tell him
I went to get some, then?

Certainly.

Hey, you. My bag's gone.
It was just here.

- Did your friend take it, maybe?
- My friend?

- She went to get some cigarettes.
- What did she look like?

She wore a pink jacket
and black hotpants.

She had nice legs, very pretty...

- Give me the key.
- You're trying to rob me? Here?

Just give it to me,
and I'll pretend this never happened.

I hate it when people act like
they're doing me a favor.

I'm an impatient man.

- Is that a threat? I'll report you.
- A thief, report me?

Take it as a joke at your peril.

I saw what was in that bag.

Ouch! You're hurting me!

TOKYO METROPOLITAN POLICE
SHINJUKU STATION

You win.

Want to make a deal?

Excuse me, officer!

Is the Triangle Building that way?

Take those stairs,
and it's straight ahead.

- You can't miss it.
- Got it. Thanks.

The public are furious about this,
Mr. Nakatsuka.

If you only knew how many calls
and letters the station's getting,

telling us to crush the gangsters.

The yakuza have been
complaining themselves.

They say the police are fanning
the flames of war.

It's nothing to worry over.

Let them massacre each other,

then wipe them out once public opinion
reaches breaking point.

Then the governor's approval ratings
will skyrocket.

- The election's in the bag!
- I hope so.

And if it is, you'll have budget enough
to hire more officers, Superintendent.

How very kind of you.

Who is it?

- Uchino.
- Is that you, Dick?

- It's a little crowded in here.
- No, come in. The more the merrier.

- It's something rather urgent.
- Yes, yes.

This is Uchino.

They call him the walking dictionary
of organized crime. "Dick" for short.

This is Mr. Nakatsuka, Vice-director
of the Cabinet Information Office.

- Uchino. Much obliged.
- Likewise.

Mr. Nakatsuka helps
the organized crime team a great deal.

- Go ahead. Here's fine.
- Right, sir.

Something strange is going on.

The Kumasa and Mitsuyoshi Families have
both taken shots at each other's offices.

But according to the forensics report,

the bullets in each shooting
were a perfect match.

Which means the gunman
in each case...

- ...was the same man?
- That's the logical conclusion.

The shooter is trying to set the
two families at each other's throats.

- Take a look at this, Yamada.
- Sir.

A.32 caliber, eh?

- I'll be off, then.
- Until next time.

Goodbye, sir.

I hope the contents of this report
haven't been leaked.

It's only just been submitted.

Very well. I've an idea of how
to handle this, so no more digging.

Keep this confidential.

Leaving this alone
will only make things worse.

It can't be helped. What does
the fate of a few lowlifes matter?

Maybe so...

I'm tired. I'm going home.

Are you leaving, Superintendent?

Overdoing it a little, aren't you?

Evening.
Is Rumi here?

You're sure about what
you told me on the phone?

I wouldn't last long in Shinjuku if I tried
to make fools of you guys, would I?

So, how much do you want?

Are you stupid?

Ever heard of market value?

Meow. Meow.

How about this, instead?

I heard you boys are after
everything you can get right now.

- Where'd you hear that?
- Give me a break! Everyone knows.

The Mitsuyoshi Family
seems pretty desperate as well.

This is daylight robbery.

Some balls you've got. Here.

One moment, gents.

What do you want?

I'd like a word.
About that bag.

Oh, yeah?
Come to beg for it back, have you?

You dumb fuck.

You see this badge?

Well, it's not the Mitsubishi logo,
that's for sure.

This is hardly the place, is it?
For either of us.

Hand over the damn bag.

Then we'll give you a real nice reward.

- And what if I refuse?
- Hey!

Who said we were asking?

There's no way around it, then.

- Get us some backup!
- Right.

Patrol vehicle 995 calling HQ.
Reporting a shooting incident.

Two males shot near Shinjuku
Central Park's east entrance.

Stop!

Stop!

What? You lost him in Asia Town?
You really screwed up, didn't you?

There are 800 bars down there,
all looking the same!

Yeah, yeah.
A screw-up's a screw-up!

Oh, well.

What are you doing, Mister?

What's the deal?
Take your clothes off already!

Excuse me.

I'm not just saying this to be nice,
but what kind of thing are you into?

Traditional dancing?

You're a shy one.
I'll lead the way for you, then.

- Hold on.
- Don't you worry.

- I'll take the lead.
- Wait...

Wow! I can't believe it!

- Just slow down a second.
- You're just fine.

Don't you like me?

I just can't relax in these places,
that's all.

Then, what are you here for?

I get it. Say no more.

Bring me a cigarette, would you?

You're being followed, right?

Don't look at me so mean.

You won't scare me.

We get a lot of "connected"
clients here.

So, are you with the Mitsuyoshi Family
or the Kumasa Family?

Well, you know...

Are you in that line of work as well?

No, not me.

They're both in the news
all the time, those two.

Thanks to them, everyone thinks
Shinjuku is a dangerous place to be.

It's bad for business.

And the police are useless.

The same police...
who are after you, right?

No, it's nothing that serious.

I don't care what you've done!
Why don't I take you in?

You're just my type.

Goodnight.

Taxi!

No, no.
Come on, you old drunk!

Taxi!

Oh, this is pissing me off now!

Hold it there!

You should be more careful.
You dropped this.

Oh, my hero!

These were expensive, you know.
See you!

Oh, I'm exhausted.

Now, sit down.
Make yourself at home.

What do you think of the place?
You can relax here.

I've spent a lot of money
decorating the place.

Feel free to stay
as long as you want.

I'll work hard to provide
for the both of us.

I'm the number-one girl
back at work, you know.

I'm raking it in.

I stay in shape by using this thing
every single day.

That's why I've got such great legs.
I've taken out insurance on them.

And I've got plenty of stamina, too.
I can do 30 pushups.

Look!
So, you just stick with me, okay?

I peed a little when that cop came
running up to us earlier,

so I'd better take these off.

Hey. Stay with me, won't you?

I've really taken a liking to you.

- Who's that?
- It's Rumi. Come to the door!

Save it for tomorrow.
I'm in the middle of something.

I'm in a hurry!
It'll only take a minute.

What perfect timing!

She's always interrupting me.

Honestly!

What the hell is it, then?

I think I might be in trouble, Hisako.
Please can I come in?

Looks like I've got no choice.
Just a minute.

- Sorry.
- Come in.

- What have you done now?
- You haven't seen the news?

What do I care
what's going on out there?

Fukamachi and two other guys
from the Kumasa gang got shot.

- And you're involved?
- No, it's not that.

But there's a risk
they might think I am.

- So? What are you gonna do?
- Get out of Shinjuku for a while.

Here's the money I owe you.

No, pay me back another time.
You'll need it for the journey.

It must be hard for a good girl like you
to make ends meet.

Take it with you.

If you insist, then.

Are you leaving right away?

Something tells me I should.
And my intuition's always right.

See you.

What's the matter?

Thanks for your help.

Shall we?

So, that's what's going on?
You should've said so from the start!

Oh, damn it!

Did you really have to kill them?

Whose fault is it that I did?

I've got so many debts.

- So, you thought you'd pinch my bag?
- Please try to understand.

You could make plenty if you got off
your pretty little butt and worked,

instead of resorting to thieving.

What a gentleman!
I should report you to the police.

Sexual harassment.

- You know what "sex" means, don't you?
- As much as the next guy.

And "harassment"
means settling a grudge.

You have no reason to begrudge me.

Are you going to kill me?

You wouldn't do that, would you?

Hey. It's me.
Minami from the Kumasa Family.

Open up.

Come on.

Rumi.

You didn't happen to see Fukamachi
and his crew tonight, did you?

Hmm. I spotted him at a bar
in Asia Town.

You spotted him?

- You've got a nerve, bitch...
- Minami!

And?
What did you talk about?

Nothing much.

He bought me a few drinks, that's all.

Really? That's a relief.

Stop bullshitting me.

Now, are you going to talk?

Why did my brothers...

...have to die?

I don't know.
How should I?

That true?

- You don't know?
- Brother.

We're gonna have
to really make her squeal.

What a shame.

A woman's hair is her life.

It'll grow back, though.

But your face won't.

You're joking, right?

I don't make jokes.

Well?

Rack your brains, now.

What did you and Fukamachi
talk about?

I told you, I don't know!
I'm not lying to you!

- Who's there?
- Show your face!

You mean he didn't show up
to Reiko's funeral?

No.

I can understand why Mr. Takanashi
might not want to, though.

He must not have wanted
to believe she was dead.

It must have been quite a shock.

He ran away while the hospital
was still trying to treat her, right?

- And he's been missing ever since.
- I think he's in Tokyo.

And why's that?

Sometimes there are roses
on Reiko's grave,

even when it's not her anniversary.

I think he comes to see her.

That's the only reason I have, though.

You don't have any photos
of them together, do you?

They were all buried with her.

So she wasn't lonely.

HERE RESTS REIKO AMEMIYA

- You're back.
- Yes.

About the roses. Do you know
what dates they were left?

- Well...
- Were there some on January 25th?

January 25th, well...

That's right! That's the Feast
of the Conversion of Saint Paul.

And I definitely visited
Reiko's grave that day.

- And there were white roses there?
- Yes, there were.

That lines up perfectly.

He's an old romantic, isn't he?

- Huh?
- You know...

When a man makes up his mind

He's willing to risk his life

YASUDA ENTERPRISES

- I miss anything?
- The boss, Yasuda, entered 30 minutes ago.

But nothing since then.

I can't remember when I last ate.

It's been ten days since Kumasa
disappeared from Shinjuku.

He's sure to make contact
with Yasuda, his moneymaker.

Sir!

Breaking news: the Chairman
of the Mitsuyoshi Family has died

after being hit by a dump truck
in a deliberate attack.

No other details are known at present,
but according to surviving members,

many top executives died...

So, that's it?

Kumasa left town
to give himself an alibi.

Yasuda will make a move now.

Hey, right on cue!

- Excuse me, I need a new bankbook.
- One moment, please.

To confirm the details, you wish to transfer
three million yen to Beniko Kawamoto

at Ashio Credit Union?

- Is that correct?
- Yeah, you've got it.

- How'd it go?
- We're halfway there, I'd say.

JAPAN NATIONAL DEFENSE ACADEMY

Ah, here we are.

Yujiro Takanashi.
He left early, in his second year...

Let me see.

That lines up perfectly.

How was his marksmanship?

He was the top candidate
for the Olympic team.

A chap called Nakatsuka, his senior,
was very serious about training him.

- Nakatsuka?
- Yes.

He left the Self Defense Forces
shortly after graduating.

- Do you have any records for him?
- Yes.

- Sorry to trouble you.
- Not at all.

I see.

Sorry.
My Colt's getting low on ammo.

I thought you might say that.

It's going to be hard for me
to supply you directly, though.

There's a Shinjuku detective
nicknamed Dick.

A walking dictionary
on organized crime, they say.

He seems to be doing
a lot of digging.

Does he know about me?

Maybe.

I've just been at Shinjuku Precinct
to share some information with them.

This guy, Dick...

He says to me out of nowhere,
"Isn't friendship a beautiful thing?"

No matter what happens to me,
I won't rat you out, Nakatsuka.

I know that.

Now, about that ammo.

A ship's coming into Tokyo Bay tomorrow
by the name of Filippino Faystar.

We've got our eye on it,
because we think it's smuggling in guns.

The chances are very high.

They've been too well behaved
for too long.

I'm sure this is the one.

Be careful.

Let's go!

Hey, want to work up a sweat
with me another way?

- Come on, baby!
- Hey, sweetie!

Hey!

Get the fuck outta here!

You little pricks!

Are you alright, Miss?

Mr. Yasuda is visiting tonight,
so we can't have anything happen to you.

- Oh, Daddy! You're early.
- You bet!

Oh, Harumi...

No, not here.

- Why not?
- No...

Not here?

What is it?

Daddy...

You guys like to make
a big statement, don't you?

Now tell us where
the fuck Kumasa is!

Only the top guys know that.

Please believe me!

Go to hell!

Let's get an early night, Harumi.

Please, Papa.
Just let me watch this.

What's this crap you've got on?

You know I like yakuza stuff.

The tattoos are so cool.

You should get one!

Only stupid yakuza get tattoos.

It's all about your brains these days.

And you're smart,
aren't you, Daddy?

Come on.

No.

Stop it or I'll spill it.

Here. Have a drink.

You have some, too.

There.
That's it, my little girl.

- What a pretty thing you are.
- Listen, Papa...

Where's that ring we talked about?

I'll buy you it, I'll buy you it.

Liar!

I mean it.

Harumi...

Harumi...

No...

Daddy...

Oh, Daddy...

That's good.

Daddy...

Don't stop, Daddy.

I'm begging you, Daddy.
Keep going.

Be quiet.

Shut up and close your eyes,
if you don't want to see the rest.

You wired a lot of money
to Ashio Credit Union.

Give me the recipient's address.

I don't know it.

Really?

- You're that desperate to die, huh?
- No! Wait!

Kamioka District.
Ashio Town, number 13!

- That's Kumasa's hideout?
- Yes, yes, it is!

Staring out to sea won't make it
arrive any sooner.

It's due in harbor at 6:00.

Rumi... you'll be in danger
if you stick around any longer.

- Go back home.
- Not this again.

You really enjoy wasting your effort,
don't you?

Ooh, someone's grumpy!

Don't you think it's unnatural for a man
and a woman to spend 24 hours

in a hotel room together
and not do anything?

I'm just like this cigarette.

Take a drag of me,
and I glow red-hot.

Hot enough to burn.

And I don't mind if I'm tossed away
after you've had your fill.

What am I trying to say here?

Tell me, what kind
of guy are you?

You're shy.

I'm right, no?

Listen...

It's okay.

You're like a stick of celery.

Plenty of bite.

And irresistible with a dash of salt.

Stop it.

There's someone else.

But I want you.

That's the ship.

Here he comes.

Help! Help me!

Don't tell me that fucker's
forgotten about the deal.

Get off me! No!

Come on.

Rumi, stay with me.

Kiss me.

- Who on earth are you?
- I need to talk to him.

Absolutely not! Get out at once!

I appreciate your situation,
but he's not gonna make it either way.

Hey, who did this to you?

- Who got you?
- Stop this!

Hey. Hey.

- What? Kuma?
- Kumasa...

Kumasa?

What else can you tell me?

Ashio...

Ashio...?

Ashio, Ashio...

You don't think he meant
Ashio Copper Mine in Tochigi, do you?

I've got a stomachache.

- I'm going to have to sit down.
- Do you want to see a doctor?

No, I'll be fine.
Here, we'll take this elevator.

Is this thing going to take all night?
I'm going to use the john.

- The toilets are that way.
- It's fine, I'll go downstairs. Oh, oh...

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

MINAMI ASHIO CONSTRUCTION

NO NAKED FLAMES

Hello, is that Tochigi Prefectural Police?

I'm Inspector Uchino, Shinjuku Precinct.
Is your organized crime chief in?

Boss, Tsuchihata from
the Mitsuyoshi Family got taken out.

- We can breathe a sigh of relief.
- I heard about that on the phone.

Why didn't you bring
more men with you?

The cops are all over us.

We've got 20 soldiers here, boss.
There's nothing to worry about.

Still, we can't afford to take any
chances with a man who killed Tsuchihata.

- No, boss.
- Listen, darling...

I'd never talk out of turn,
but can I just say one thing?

Go ahead.

- Goda...
- Yes?

Yasuda's operation is
what brings in our money.

Ever since he got killed,
it's been a fucking mess over there.

And nothing's been done to fix that.

So, why are you, our top guy,
sitting on your ass out here?

I'm well aware of that, ma'am.
I'm concerned for the boss is all.

You can leave that to me.

I'll keep him safe,
come hell or high water.

So, Goda, get your ass back to Tokyo
and protect our interests.

- Is that alright with you, darling?
- It is.

You make a good point, Beniko.

- Goda...
- Yes, sir?

- Secure our territory.
- Got it, boss.

Over to you, then, ma'am.

Hey...

Pipe down.

How many guys inside?

Twenty men.

Where are they posted? Where?

Two by the front door.
Another five at the back.

The rest are all downstairs.

And Kumasa?

Downstairs. With his woman.

Go! Go!
Go, damn you!

You motherfucker!

Got you!

Wait! Wait a moment!
Let's talk this over.

You can talk in the next life.

With my fiancée who you used
as a human shield.

- What? You mean, you're her...?
- Don't waste your breath on me.

Dick, the Kumasa Family's
been wiped out.

Just what you wanted, right?

All that's left to do is catch the guy
who cleaned up for us.

Well done.

Chilly, isn't it?

Your hands are freezing.

Go on.

It really is cold.

You look nice and snug to me.

Overdoing it a little, aren't you?

STAFF:

PRODUCED BY KANJI AMAO
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ORIGINAL NOVEL
BY MASAHIKO NAKAMURA

MUSIC BY KAZUO OTANI

"MAD DOG" SUNG
BY HIDEKI SAIJO

CINEMATOGRAPHY BY
RYOJI KOMEHARA

CAST:

HIDEKI SAIJO

NATSUMI NANASE, KIMIKO YO

YUKI SEMBA, MINAKO FUJIMOTO,
DAISUKE NAGAKURA, KIMIKO OZAWA

KIYOSHI NAKAJO

TETSURO TAMBA

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