All language subtitles for Insumasu o ouu Kage 1992 1080P_rus_track5_eng

These are some of my photographs.
I did most of the interviews myself, too.

All my work up to now
has been freelance.

- Are these all of Tokyo?
- Yes, all Tokyo.

- I see your father passed away...
- Yes.

Oh, sorry.

That's none of my business.

Please, right this way.

I know the gist of how to
promote a travel magazine.

Speaking of travel, we've covered the
places you've photographed about 3 times.

From now on, we have to look for
places most people don't know about.

Of course, we'd be grateful for
anything you can share on that front.

- Well, I've been around Japan quite a bit.
- Oh, you've taken Showa era pictures too.

I used to be a
photographer too, you know.

Ihei Kimura, Ken Domon, lemon Fujimiya...
I liked photographers like them.

Classic photographers like
them were great, weren't they?

Is something wrong?

Ah, no, nothing.

Fishermen from Innsmouth

"Because I recognised that I was no
good as a cameraman, ha ha ha..."

Ah, hello?

Please put me through to
Ms. Hirata, in hospital room 209.

Ah, you're her son, right?

Ah no, she's already asleep.
Yes, that's right.

When you get the chance, please let
her know: "I've got my new job sorted"

Innsmouth, Innsmouth...

Innsmouth...

What's this?

Bizarre corpse washes
up at Innsmouth Bay!

Innsmouth, huh...

Innsmouth?

- Yep.
- Where's that?

It seems totally obscure but I think
it'd be good, seems quite rustic.

You're right that we've never
covered it before but...

are you sure it's worth covering?
I've never heard of Innsmouth.

I'm thinking of going tonight and staying
the weekend, while location scouting.

Now, there's no need to get too
eager, just because you're new here.

So next is Dunwich...

-You're going to Innsmouth, right?
-Yeah.

Excuse me!

You've got to pay first. 720 yen.

- Have you come from Tokyo?
- Yes.

Cameraman?

Come on, hurry up
for me, will you?

We're 2 minutes late.

I can't accept that.

Huh?

I'll come back with change.

Hey!

Pardon me, do you know when
the next bus to Innsmouth is?

That was the last one, though.

That damn bus driver...

- What are you?
- Pardon me?

- Where did you come from?
- From Tokyo.

- What are you doing?
- I'm a photographer.

Why are you going to
somewhere like lnnsmouth?

Why? No reason, really.

That place is a dead harbor.

Nobody goes near that place.

I've come to do interviews
for a travel magazine.

I'm looking for
places nobody goes to.

Innsmouth strikes me as the sort
of place which has never changed.

In the old days, a scary amount of
fish were caught there regularly.

But now that place is
nothing but old folk.

That place is dead, I tell you.

How old's your mother now?

What?

Hey!

Heading to Innsmouth?

I'm making a round trip,
but I'm leaving in 5 minutes

For a one way trip, It'd
cost you about 3000 yen.

Why are you going to a
place like Innsmouth?

No reason in particular.

No reason? I don't think anyone could go
somewhere like Innsmouth for no reason.

But this is an awesome car
for an unlicensed cab driver.

That's a side business.

I'm a courier.

So, you've come all
the way from Tokyo?

And you're a photographer?

What's up?

Well, I've been getting those
sorts of questions a lot recently.

I've been constantly
explaining to people who I am.

Is that so?

Hey, why not let
me model for you?

Some other time.

When's "some other time"?

So, is this the only
road to lnnsmouth?

Yeah, that's right.

That's why it's isolated
from everywhere else around.

I'm pretty sure I'm the only
person from Arkham who goes there.

Is there really anything here
worth taking pictures of?

I don't mind, it's not like I
came here just to take photos.

Thanks, bye.

I deliver ♥ Hatano Tamami

I'll give you a discount
on the return trip.

I wonder if they're open...

What are they thinking, having
the noren right outside?

I'll have the soy-braised
fish set meal, please.

Thank you.

Thank you for the meal!

Hey, I've seen this place before.

Excuse me, is anybody in?

Well...

Well...

Can I stay the night?

I'd like to stay the night,
if you have a room available.

I ain't running a
guest house no more.

Okay

But there's no other guest
house in town, is there?

That's right.

I'm a photographer from Tokyo.

I'm covering the town.
It's for a travel magazine, so...

I could promote this place.
If I do that, will you let me stay the night?

There's no more buses.

You can stay in the
annex, if ya want.

Oh, I see.

No need to wake her up.

I'm not in Tokyo right now.

Yes, if you could tell
my mother that, yes.

Innsmouth Local History Museum

Sorry, I didn't mean
to come in uninvited.

I'm surprised that even a small
town like this has a local museum.

Have you come from Tokyo?

Yes.

I'm here partly to cover
the town for a magazine.

Surely there's nothing here
a me diapers on would want.

Sure, this town is unchanged
due to its isolation, but...

the problem is that the people have
also not changed since the olden times.

I've been looking for a simple port
town which isn't attracting tourists.

You've got an odd taste in
tourist spots, don't you?

There's nothing but
old people here.

You don't have much of
an accent, Mr. Curator.

Me? Well, I'm part of the
"U-turn group", so to speak.

I lived in Tokyo
until three years ago.

To be honest with you,
I regret coming back.

Being in a place like this is
to be finished as a human being.

So I don't really like to
talk to people from Tokyo.

Ah, I'm sorry.

A local history museum curator
shouldn't behave like this.

Say, this is Fujimiya
lemon, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.
All of those are his photos.

He was an excellent
photographer, wasn't he?

The only person of culture that
this town has ever produced.

Is that so, he came
from Innsmouth?

I used to hate these sorts of photos, but
recently I've finally come to appreciate them.

Indeed, they really
are magnificent.

Pardon me Mr. Curator. A moment ago you
said this town was only old people, but...

doesn't a young woman
also live in town?

Huh?

She's beautiful, with pale skin.

Her name is Kayo-san.

She's like a widow, of sorts.

The water in town
isn't very good.

But this water tastes good, because
it's been drawn from the moutains.

It tastes sweet, doesn't it?

This place is nice.

I'm from Tokyo and I don't
really come to the countryside.

So I'd say it's really a relief
to come to the countryside...

I'm sorry, all of a sudden...

I knew you would come here.

Really?

But you don't really have
an accent either, do you?

Weren't you born here?

I'm a woman who was brought here.

A long time ago...

Shit!

They're gone...

Have you been messing with my stuff?
I'm missing some things.

Where's the police station?

Who...

are you?

I'm a traveller.
I'm staying at the guest house.

Ah, so you're the one
staying in the annex?

All my used film has been taken.
I'd like to report a theft.

- You, what's your name?
- Hirata Takuyoshi.

'Takuyoshi' is written with the
'taku' from the word 'pioneering'.

-And your age?
-34.

- Your address?
- Nishiogi, Suginami Ward, Tokyo.

Um, do you have a badge?

- Your occupation.
- Photographer.

Hey, quit it with the interrogation.
First, listen to what I have to say!

Who are you?

I just told you, didn't!!?

Can you prove what you just said?

Um, my license expired
so I don't have it...

I don't have any sort of ID
papers on me right now...

So you're nobody.

Of course not!

You... are nobody.

So the curator is also a member
of the Fujimiya family...

The local religious ceremonies?

Yes. It seemed like voices were coming
from around, the beach last night.

Ah, that will have been
prayers to Lord Dagon.

Lord Dagon?

Here, a foreign religion,
namely Buddhism,

and the primitive religion of the
local area have been syncretized.

This place has quite a unique religious
viewpoint, wouldn't you agree?

Primitive religion?

OK, it's not that big of a deal but it's
folklore like you'd find in ports all over.

Long ago, the chief fisherman...

swore a vow to beings
which live in the sea.

In exchange for
offering them sacrifice,

he was promised bountiful hauls.

Well, that's how the
story goes, anyway.

You can't tell nowadays, but this
town used to catch a lot of fish.

There were a lot of people here,
and it was a rather prosperous port.

This town caught loads, even when the
other ports around couldn't catch a thing.

Because of that, it seems some people
started spreading strange rumors.

What is that?

Oh, this boat...

This is called "The
Ship of Resurrection".

Long ago, when a villager died, they'd
float them out to sea in one of these.

They said it gave them eternal life, but
that sounds foolish to you, doesn't it?

No, not at all.

But I can't help but feel that I've
been here before, to Innsmouth.

There's no way that could be
true, but in my memories...

Some have argued that humans can't go
on living without making up stories.

Stories?

Humans hold onto stories about where
they were born, how they grew up...

about what they're doing now.

We all hold onto those
stories as memories.

But isn't there no foundation
on which to base one's memories?

It's all just an illusion.

But without holding
onto the story...

In other words, without the
illusion, man cannot live.

Well, I read a book which said something
like that somewhere, a long time ago.

About illusions?

Life is all an illusion.

Don't you think it's more
comfortable to think of it that way?

So you're still here.

I thought you'd left already.

About me and the
girls around my age,

they've all gone to
the city or Tokyo.

Why didn't you go?

I was born in Arkham and...

this is the only
area I've ever known.

But leaving feels like running
away, and I don't like that.

There are no young people here in Innsmouth
either, as I'm sure you've noticed.

That's something I
don't really like, too.

I mean...

I don't want to deny
that I was born here.

But that's your story, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Your birthplace, where you're going
to die, none of that matters, does it?

You're the first person to ever
say something like that to me.

Why did you come here today?

Oh, I just delivered a package
to Mr. Fujimiya at the museum.

It was 5 cardboard boxes.

Hey, won't you come stay
in Arkham for a night?

Well, we'll see.

I can show you around.

I'll tell you what I really mean.

Maybe I've been waiting for
someone who'll take me out of here.

Hey, when your photos have
developed, send some to me, OK?

Develop the film yourself.

Bye now.

Don't mess with me...

It's the color of blood.

I knew you'd...

come back to me.

I waited for a long, long time.

But...

What is it?

Please, stop it

Please get off me!

Takuyoshi!

Let me go. Let me go, damn it!

That's enough!

What the hell is all this?

Come on, hurry up and pick up...

I'm begging you, pick up...!

Thank you, please do.

Hello?

Ah, hello? It's me. That's right.

Sorry, please come to Innsmouth right now.
I'll even pay you 10 times normal.

How about you take
the bus back tomorrow?

Please come, I'm begging you.

Yes, I'm waiting by the museum...
huh?

I saw what you did earlier... you got a lot
of kicks in on that old man, didn't you?

I thought it was terrible.

Where did all these come from?

Mr. Fujimiya, Mr. Curator...!

There are the photos
I took, aren't they?

This one, and these ones.

Why!?

When I arrange your photos like
this, the resemblance is striking...

They're just like the
work of Fujimiya lemon.

Blood.

That's right.
It's blood after all, isn't it?

You did such a terrible
thing to your father.

That's right.

That man is Fujimiya lemon.

And he's your father.

What are you talking about?

You were born in Tokyo, as a
fatherless bastard child...

You aspired to be a photographer,
and led a precarious life up to now.

Your mother's in hospital with an incurable
illness, and no hope of discharge.

You hate yourself for
neglecting yourailing mother.

Stop it.

How does it feel?

The feeling of having your whole
life recited to you by a stranger.

But all of that is a story
you yourself created.

Stop!

You're just clinging to those
illusions called memories.

You were actually
born in Innsmouth.

As the child of
Fujimiya lemon here.

You're out of your mind.

I know myself
better than anybody.

I wonder, do you really?

I wonder who this could be.

This is...

That's a lie. That's a lie.

My mother...

That's right, my
mother's in hospital.

Ah, hello, hello!

Um, let me speak to
Ms. Hirata in room 209.

I can't put you through
to the patient right now.

Ah Yoshida-san?
It's me, Ms. Hirata's son.

Come on!

Please!

Well, we don't have a Ms. Hirata.

I'm telling you,
the one in room 209!

It should be right behind that
nurse station, shouldn't it?

This hospital doesn't have a
room 209 in the first place.

Are you sure you've
got the right hospital?

If you're going to
prank me, I'll hang up.

Takuyoshi!

Takuyoshi!

Please, stop!

I knew you'd come back to me.

Well, yeah, that might be nice too.
It's a shame though.

Sorry for being so selfish.

Even once you're back in the countryside,
you'll still take photos, right?

- Well, good luck.
- Thank you.

Ah, and here are the photos
and manuscript from this time.

You can use it if you like.

Well, I'll be off then.

- Good luck!
- I'll do my best!

"The Shadow Over Innsmouth"?

Hm? A pen name, huh?

Are you done now?

Yep, all finished.

Right, it's all over.

What should we do now?

How about we go back?
To Innsmouth.

Oh, really? Yes, that's right.

Let's return to Innsmouth.