Original subtitles

Man Shot & Killed: Identity Remains Unknown

With a dagger...

with a dagger in one hand...

I get ready to attack.

This somber world of ours is filled with...

violence and hatred.

I already know where I'm headed to.

A place called...

Abashiri Prison.

Nice camera.

I like old things.

They're tasteful and... dignified.

When I think of all the things your camera's seen over the years...

I'm somehow moved.

Another. Sure.

Hey...

old man.

You look bored.

Sorry...

another time.

Good job. Here's your week's salary.

I've a question...

Shoot.

Tell me... why are you doing this?

Who is she? What kind of a woman is she?

Listen... it's none of your business.

Just tape her.

Your pictures?

I thought you quit.

I've seen some of your old stuff.

How are your recent ones?

Can I see them?

What's this?

They're rotten.

Isn't this... mould?

Disgusting! 'Disgusting'?

What makes you take such ugly pictures?

Is there a theme?

To me they're beautiful.

Maybe not to you, though.

I see.

So this is 'art'?

The scorching sun...

the vast desert.

A bug waits under the sand for night to fall.

At night, the bug comes out and stands on its head.

'On its head'?

Why?

After a long, hard night of enduring the pain...

it finally drinks the evening dew, in a moment of bliss.

When morning comes...

the rays of the sun burn up the black bug.

And, in a flash, it evaporates into thin air.

Without a trace...

the bug vanishes from this world.

Quite suddenly.

How lucky...

Perishing at one's highest moment.

What a life.

I envy that bug.

Hello.

So,we meet again.

What are you reading?

Something fun?

Does that article interest you?

No... not especially.

That article is about my work.

Shot in Broad Daylight

Are you a reporter?

Not quite.

You're with the police?

The police?!

No way!

Can I use your lighter? Sure.

I'm the one that killed that man.

If you're fooling with me, don't.

Do you take pictures for a living?

What kind do you take?

'What kind'?

People? Landscapes?

Or something more... 'unusual'?

I don't show them to people.

How do you propose to make money, if you don't show them at all?

All that matters is that I take pictures of things I think are beautiful.

Not money.

'Beautiful things...'?

What a coincidence. I like beautiful things, too.

For example...

the face of a dying man.

I guess this is goodbye.

Well done.

Anything unusual?

No, not really,

One's missing.

What did you do with tape number 118?

I guess I failed to record it.

Then get back to that moment and record it again.

Understood?

You can do it.

I know you can.

Tell me...

why are you watching her? What for?

Does it matter?

I guess it does.

Fine, it's better than having you snooping around.

That woman works for me. Works for you?

Right.

You've heard about the recent killings?

I'm the one who hired her to do them.

But why?

That doesn't concern you.

Her work is flawless.

However, I don't trust her entirely, and so she needs to be watched.

That's where you come in.

What about her?

What will you do with her?

No idea...

What shall I do?

1 2 minutes, 30 seconds...

Isn't she Tsumaki's wife?

Damn you!

Bastard!

Get off!

You fool!

Sorry.

You like boiled eggs?

Put the egg in a pan, with 500 millilitres of water.

After boiling for 12 minutes and 30 seconds,

cool the egg with water.

You have to boil for exactly 12 minutes and 30 seconds.

No more and no less.

Subtitled by Lord Retsudo

Masatoshi Nagase

Rie Miyazawa

Koji Yakusho SAYAKA

Directed by Kazumi Kurigami