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Carnation

小さく丸めた躯は今

Chisaku marumeta karada wa ima

My body, tiny and curled up, is right now

Week 18 "Rival" Episode 102

かなしみ隠し震えて

Kanashimi kakushi furuete

Trembling with hidden sorrows

Screenplay Watanabe Aya

Music Satō Naoki Musical Performance\h Face Music

Theme Song "Carnation" Sheena Ringo

命を表していろのね

Inochi o arawashite iro no ne

My life is represented by my color, isn't it

Cast

Ohara Itoko Ono Machiko

Ohara Chiyo Asau Yumi

重く濡らした瞼は今

Omoku nurashita mabuta wa ima

My eyelids, heavily soaked, are right now

Ohara Yūko Niiyama Chiharu

Ohara Naoko Kawasaki Asami

Kinomoto Eisaku Kōmoto Masahiro

Matsuda Megumi Rokkaku Seiji

よろこび映す日の為

Yorokobi utsusu hi no tame

Reflecting my rapture of this day

Kitamura Tatsuo Hosshan.

Haraguchi Takeshi Tsukamoto Shinya

Yasuoka Tamae Hamada Mari Yasuoka Yaeko \h Tamaru Maki

Ohara Satoko Murasaki Māya Masako\h Genkaku Yūko

心を育てているのね

Kokoro o sodatete iru no ne

That's how a heart is raised, isn't it

Kioka Miyo Iijima Junko

Miura Heizō Kondō Masaomi

Ah, Oba-chan!

Ah, Sato-chan, welcome back!

Has Yūko-neechan come back?

She's come back!

I'm back!

Yūko-neechan!

Welcome back!

Ah, welcome back!

Itoko's Eldest Daughter Ohara Yūko (20 years old)

Welcome back!

Welcome back!

Showa 32 (1957) Fall

You've gotten so sunburned, haven't you?

You mustn't let yourself turn black!

All she does is play tennis everyday. So she gets sunburned.

Ehh... You're still at tennis. Any stronger at it?

Third Daughter Satoko (14 years old)

So-so.

She seems stronger. She came in first at the tournament the other day.

Second Daughter Naoko (18 years old)

Really?

That's terrific!

Naoko, what have you been up to?

Before that, what's up with your way of talking?

Something about it?

It's giving us the creeps. Speak normally.

Hey! What's with the "normally?"

Look you, the world doesn't talk just in the Kishiwada dialect, you know.

Huh?

What's with the "huh?"

And trying to act all stylish.

I'm not trying to be stylish; this is what I normally wear.

What's with these pimples, pimples?

This?

Hey, don't fight!

You don't know about polka-dots?

Naoko is still as terrific at drawing as ever.

Just the other day...

...she picked up some prize or other, right?

What award? What was it?

The Grand Prize from the "Every Morning" newspaper.

That one! Ehh...!

Nee-chan only got an Honorable Mention from them.

Ah, that's right. Ito-chan, you must be happy.

Every one of your daughters has won something.

That's right!

Oba-chan! Shall I show you these girl's report cards?

That's okay. Well, be sure and study, okay!

Yūko was in her second year of going to Tokyo.

At first all I had gotten from her was complaints about being sick of this or that...

...but these days when she returned, she looked like someone else's Tokyo daughter.

These days, well, I've been so neglectful!

Right!

You're not so young, so it's okay, right!

I hope no one saw!

No one saw, no one saw.

Thank you!

Please come again!

Mom.

Huh?

You don't have to lower your head to each and every customer who comes.

Huh?

I think it would be better if you took greater pride in your work as a dressmaker.

Haraguchi-sensei was saying so as well.

Again with the Haraguchi-sensei?

After all, it's true. Haraguchi-sensei says...

..."The social status of dressmaking senseis will rise one after another..."

"...until they join the ranks of artists."

This Haraguchi-sensei is the sensei who had called Yūko to Tokyo.

Say, Mom.

Haraguchi-sensei told me that a better method would be to put bolder darts along here.

Yūko seemed to have gone completely overboard for him.

Well, her constant "Haraguchi-sensei," "Haraguchi-sensei" was a burden.

Say, Mom. Look here! Haraguchi-sensei says...

SHUT UP!

I'm in the middle of work here!

Huh?

It could be something different...

Ridiculous.

There's no reason for it.

For starters, isn't Haraguchi-sensei much older than her?

I'm even more worried because of that.

Such a young girl like her...

...going on and on about Haraguchi-sensei like that.

It's a little strange.

She's been like that since forever.

Like back in Grade school...

...when she got caught up yelling "Yaa Yaa!" with a bamboo stake during military training.

Her teacher had told her how good she was and she went all gaga in her thanks.

That...

Isn't this strange thing a little different from that?

It's not!

Look Mom.

For starters Mom...

...when you were young, you were pretty...

...and I think you got used to having men gather around you.

But that isn't the case for them.

Eh?

I'm happy you care about each of them like this...

...but there's nothing in the least bit popular about them.

Have you even looked at Yūko?

Maybe she's gotten a little more refined after going to Tokyo.

But she still has the looks of a potato.

Such Tokyo senseis like him wouldn't fall for that.

Well, that's not true.

When Yūko came back in today, well, wasn't she like an actress?

Very much so like one.

That's just the bias of a relative.

Umm...

This is what won the Grand Prize?

That's right.

Yūko-neechan.

Those seem to be pajamas.

These?

Yeah.

These are ones I made.

Ehh...

Shall I make some for you, too?

Eh? Yeah! Make some!

All right.

Then, I'll sew them in Tokyo and send them to you.

Whaa! Thank you!

This is good, isn't it?

It's incredible.

I guess you are a genius at it.

I really hope you aim to become a painter.

What's that?

Eh?

You tossed that aside half-way through.

That's right.

But I'm the eldest daughter.

Someone has to be able to carry this for you sisters...

...so I take the burden from you.

So you have to be serious...

...in following your own paths for my part.

Ah! Will I make it in time!?

Whaa! Tadaoka-dō manjū!

Give these to people in Tokyo to eat.

Thank you!

Haruguchi-sensei was really surprised.

"Kishiwada manjū are so delicious," he said.

Is something the matter?

Well, a little.

Yūko returned to Tokyo...

...barraging us with talk of Haruguchi-sensei until the very very end.

Be careful!

I'm off!

Get going!

Senshū Textile Trade Union

Showa 32 (1957) November

Senshū Textile Trade Union

Good evening!

Oh!

How are you?

Feeling okay?

All thanks to you!

Yeah.

Suo's doing well, too.

Ah, is he?

The other day...

I met him at the Men's Suits Manager's meeting.

I had to show my face there.

Megumi-san of my place goes to him once a month to collect money...

...but all he says is that it's become a steady, fine store.

Yeah.

Excuse my disturbance!

Ah, Saitō-san. Good evening!

At this time, the textile trade was also flourishing wonderfully.

I now wasn't the only woman manager of a business anymore.

Dior has died!

Christian Dior died in October, 1957

Yes, that was such a surprise!

I cried that day, too, and prayed at our altar.

I guess that Yves Saint-Laurent will succeed him at the company.

Yves Saint-Laurent?

One of the young designers that Dior fostered.

He's still only twenty-one.

Twenty-one?

That's ridiculous!

Is such a young man fit to be Dior's successor?

Right!

Well maybe so...

...but how old you are doesn't matter much.

Really?

Hmm.

Anyhow, it seems he's their important genius designer. So there is that...

Where's this from?

This?

France!

Each of us women store managers...

...enthusiastically studied with one another.

Italy?

Say, it's a nice color, huh?

It is good.

What is it?

I just thought I'd come see what fabrics you were looking at.

This has nothing to do with you.

Handling ready-made cloth like you do is different from ours.

What are you saying, you!

Please don't say such things. Go ahead and please take a look, Kitamura-san.

Right!

This is France's...

Move aside a little!

Ah, those are some choice goods!

Kitamura-san, Kitamura-san! This, this, this!

Outta the way!

These are from Britain.

These are from Britain? That's so far away.

This is totally different!

Can you really tell?

I would welcome this! Really welcome this!

Well, here! This is nice!

I guess that is good!

This is pretty!

I think this is good after all.

The Taxi Driver

This is...

In these changing times, men still have a long ways to go yet.

Men have to be strong.

I guess that's not so simple in a changing world.

Well, a lot has changed.

When I was a child, a woman having their own store was just a dream.

That's true.

When I grew up, I was told that women should serve the man.

With their own store...

...a woman's happiness or unhappiness is up to them.

They can make or lose as much money as they want.

That's true, huh!

My Grandma told me this.

For women, there are things women can do.

I thought that was true then.

There are businesses that only women can do.

I understand. It's true that when you look at men's businesses...

...why haven't they got a stronger disposition for it?

They think they can get by, just by lowering their heads.

Right. Women don't have to lower their heads.

We don't have to put that kinda of spirit into it.

That's our advantage.

That's true!

Right?

Being with women having the same ambitions...

...was a mutually very happy and promising thing.

Since we often gathered together after that...

...we came to exchange our opinions and information on all sorts of things.

Ah, welcome!

Ah... hello.

Are you the proprietor?

Ah, that's right!

Ah, well... This is quite the wonderful store!

Ah, thank you!

You could say it has...

...a very passionate feel to it.

I like this!

I can't help but saying how much I like this place!

Eh?

Really?

I'm very happy to hear you say that!

Well, let's not stand here talking...

...please have a seat!

Look!

This here is good, too! Right!

Think so?

It was difficult to carve right here.

I'm back!

Oh, oh, Sato-chan!

This is the youngest of the three Ohara sisters.

Her name's Satoko. Right?

Oh, is that right?

Ah, I'm Satoko.

Him...

Eh?

He's from Tokyo.

A customer.

Tokyo?

Yeah.

Hello...

Nice to meet you.

I'm Yūko-san's adviser in Tokyo.

I'm Haraguchi.

To Be Continued

Carnation

End

Stylishly Dressed Photo Gallery

Wearing a Dolman Sleeve Coat (Toyko, Around Akabane)