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SHABAKE

You're minding the shop, Ichitaro?

Now there's a surprise.

Yeah. I don't know if it's the medicine
or what, but I feel good today.

Really? That's great.

This was a get-well gift,
but have it anyway.

Should I make some tea?

Nah.

Today's kind of busy,
so I'm heading back to the shop.

You must have work to do, too.

Oh, okay. See you later, then, Eikichi.

Young Master, did it get caught in your throat?

No, it just tastes awful.

Did Eikichi make them?

How could you tell?

I'll give them away.

Let me bring you some other sweets to eat.

Really, sir.

I don't know what to tell you.

Give it to me. I heard you have it here.

We carry no such medicine.

What's the issue?

You have medicine here, right?

Special medicine. A drug that restores life.

Give it to me.

Sir, we do indeed carry
a wide range of medicines.

That said, rare drugs command high prices.

Sure, I know that.

Not enough? How much am I short by?

I'm begging you. Sell it to me.

Is someone in his family ill?

Very well. Let me start
by counting up your money.

Nikichi.

Show this gentleman into the back room.

There's no mistake. I can smell it.

Give me the medicine. Make it quick.

Sir, I hate to pry, but do you
perhaps have a sick relative?

Sick? No.

Of course not. My whole family's
healthy. Why do you ask?

Why? We sell medicines here.

Many of our customers
have sick people to care for.

If you have no one ill at home,
then for your own good,

don't spend money on medicines.

Mummy is a rare nostrum.

People pass it off as a panacea,
but it costs a fortune and does no good.

If it actually worked, my parents
would make sure I had some myself.

You'll be much better off
buying nourishing food instead.

What's your point? You won't sell me
luxuries because I'm not rich?

Young Master, I suggest you sell it
to him if he wants it this badly.

Nikichi?

He seems the sort to harbor a grudge
if he doesn't get his medicine.

I would hate to see you make an enemy
over a mere bit of mummy.

All right.

I'll sell it to you, then.

There's no mistake.

This is the scent. There's no mistake!

What scent? I don't remember it
smelling like anything.

He's definitely human.
I can tell that at a glance.

But for some reason, just having him
behind me makes my skin crawl.

I'll give him his medicine
and shoo him out of here.

Sir, what are you doing?

This must be the medicine.
This will save me.

Now that I have it, I...

Sir, that's expensive.

This isn't it. It's all wrong!

You tricked me!

Young Master!

Are you hurt?

Nikichi?!

He downed Nikichi with one blow?

Who is this guy?

Why are you doing this?

Nikichi, are you all right?

They all said there wasn't a thing about him
that set him apart from the next man.

At least they agreed he was over 30.

Something smells nice.

It does.

Hand it over. Hand it over.

Don't tell me this man...

is the murderer I ran into
near the temple that night?

Did he come here to kill me?

If he did, I'm in trouble.

You tricked me.

This junk won't do any good, damn it!

Yanari, come quickly.

Damn it all.

Damn! Damn!

Yanari, get Sasuke.

Call Sasuke here.

Hurry!

What do I do?

Put it out!

Damn it!

Damn it all!

Sasuke, you'd better get here soon.

Above me? Is he trying to open the door?

Then, he'll let the daylight in and...

Nikichi, this looks bad.

Wake up already. Nikichi!

Am I going to die?

Young Master, hurry.

I can't leave you.

Let go!

Young Master.

Take this!

No, you take this!

I need to grab Nikichi and get out of here.

Young Master!

He got Nikichi!

What have you done
to the young master and Nikichi?!

They tell me they called Chief Higiri
to arrest the miscreant.

But as for me, I lay in bed asleep for days,

and to make matters worse,
I was afflicted by a high fever.

The culprit's name was Chogoro.
He hawked vegetables on the street.

The chief says he knew
the murder victim, Tokubei,

and he'd asked Tokubei
to train his son as a carpenter.

But Tokubei had turned him away,
saying he had all the help he needed.

As for why he came looking
for a rare medicine here,

Chogoro himself still refuses to say.

But the officials think he wanted something
that would bring Tokubei back to life,

and he lashed out with his knife
in a rage when we didn't have anything.

Hey, Sasuke, doesn't it seem strange to you?

They say Chogoro came here to buy
a medicine that can raise the dead.

No apothecary sells anything like that.

But he was convinced the Nagasakiya
had exactly the drug he wanted.

The mummy is the only thing we stock
that someone might call a wonder drug.

I know that. And he flew into a rage
because we didn't have what he wanted.

Still, I wonder what
he was actually looking for.

Who knows?

And that money in his purse.

He must have gotten it
by selling Tokubei's tools.

You mustn't talk so much.

Ichitaro.

I've been worried sick about you.

Although that's nothing new.

You've got a bit more color.

Yes. I'll be fine now.

We brought a get-well gift.

Thank you.

It's anko paste. I know Ichitaro can only
handle liquids when he gets really bad.

You can make it into red bean soup.

Don't worry. Dad made this batch.

You don't say.

Honestly, Eikichi.

Well then, I'll go prepare it at once.

Still, you sure had some rotten luck.

You were minding your own business at home,
but the murderer came to you.

Has anyone been talking
about the culprit around town?

The hawker? Everyone says he's a fool.

So they've already passed judgment on him.

Yeah. I mean, who kills a master carpenter
just because he won't train your son?

Still, I wonder why he was so set
on making his son a carpenter.

I don't get it.

True. I suppose none of it must
make much sense to you, Ichitaro.

Carpenters make good money.

Sheesh.

You really don't know how the world works.

Listen up.

A carpenter makes five silver monme a day,

plus half again if he starts early,
and double if he works dawn to dusk.

If he's called out to help with a fire,

he gets ten silver monme
for just two hours' work.

Is that a lot?

Oh, right. I guess you wouldn't know.

Okay, so you know how
Chogoro hawked vegetables?

Well, he'd make less than 200 mon a day.

The ten monme a carpenter makes
in that same time is equal to 700 mon.

Even if they both live in row-house
tenements, that's a big difference.

I see.

So lots of parents want their sons
to become carpenters or plasterers.

It's not out of reach for a hawker's son,

but a master carpenter won't take on
apprentices if he's got a full crew.

It's luck of the draw.

Luck, huh?

Anyway, we can rest easy
now Chogoro's bound and in custody.

Yeah.

Even so, why did he bother
to come back and behead his victim?

I don't get it.

And why would he try to give Tokubei medicine
after he was already dead and buried?

Why did he say the mummy
was "all wrong" when he saw it?

What's up? Is something still bugging you?

Oh, no.

You know, according to
what Chief Higiri told me,

the culprit got spooked
over Tokubei's death,

and came to the Nagasakiya
looking for medicine to resurrect him.

Is that really what he wanted to buy?

Bringing the dead back to life?

Is there actually a medicine that can do that?

If we sold something like that,
I'd be the first to take it.

People are always fussing
that you're at death's door.

Fair enough. I guess there's no such thing.

I do wish there were,
but some wishes can never come true.

What? You only just realized that?

This world's an unforgiving place.

How come you get to talk
like you're the expert?

Because I've felt it down to my bones.

Felt what?

That some things are out of our hands.

In my case, it's being able
to make decent sweets.

Eikichi, you don't know that.
Practice makes perfect.

You've got to face facts, too, Oharu.

No matter how much you like Ichitaro,
you'll never be the Nagasakiya's young mistress.

Eikichi!

Oharu!

Eikichi.

Don't blame me. Someone had to say it.

Some things won't happen
however badly we want them.

Just like how you won't
suddenly get healthy and strong.

But did you have to put it so harshly?

Ichitaro, could you marry Oharu?

You only see her as a little sister.

And the Nagasakiya would never let you
take a bride from a little shop like ours.

Your wife will come
from a big merchant house.

One that can step in
when you're too ill to run things.

That's surely non-negotiable.

You're clever. Too clever by half
to inherit a sweets shop.

Eikichi has what it takes
to become one of our head clerks.

That might suit him a lot better
than struggling with confectionery.

And yet...

What?

I've been wondering
whether I should give you this.

You know your good looks made Oharu
fall head over heels for you.

If you'd been an actor,
you might have made a thousand ryo.

Eikichi?

And you've got a better head
on your shoulders than me.

Even Dr. Genshin sings your praises.

He says you know about every medicine you stock,
despite seeming to always be laid up in bed.

Can I get all that in writing?

But those gifts of yours
might never come in useful.

Remember what I once told you?

The job of a master of a big business
isn't to run his shops.

He has head clerks for that.

The master deals with people outside
his shops and chooses who to hire.

He lives a long, healthy life,
produces an heir, and—

Eikichi, what are you getting at?

I'm telling you to stop
bothering with this stuff.

What are you going to do when
you can't even stand up on your own?

Sometimes, you want to do something
and you just can't.

I know that!

Are you okay?

You know, Oharu received
a marriage offer the other day.

From the owner of a place on the main street.

He says he saw Oharu on her way
to shamisen lessons.

She's still only 15, but it's a good match,
so a relative conveyed it to us.

But Oharu turned it down.

She's head over heels in love with you.

But our parents vetoed
the whole thing anyway.

Why?

We can't afford to hire a chef.

If I don't shape up, Oharu will have
to marry someone to do the job.

So we can't afford to marry her off now.

So Oharu would have to marry...

My uncle warned my old man
the shop will go under otherwise.

He should mind his own business.

If they don't want Eikichi, why didn't
they send him somewhere else sooner?

What can he do now? He's already 18.

Well, it's not like I know
how to do anything else,

I'll make the best sweets I can.

But, well, you see how it is.
That's why I was so hard on Oharu.

Eikichi, don't believe everything
your relatives tell you.

I know, I know.

Well, I don't want to overtax you
by staying too long, so I'd better get going.

Pardon the delay.

Won't you have some?

It's our own anko. I'm a little sick of it.

Forgive me for taking so long to prepare it.

I might as well have the red bean soup.

Oh? I see you have an appetite.

Shall I add arare pellets or mochi?

Arare, please.

Coming right up.

Sweet and delicious.

I hope Eikichi learns to make
something this good soon.

Young Master, regarding the recent incident,
words cannot express my shame.

I was with you, and I failed.

It's fine. And anyway, it's over.

We both made it out in one piece.
Isn't that enough?

Young Master.

Your medicine.

That's an extra bitter pill
with an awful smell.

It will wipe out the taste
of that lovely soup I just had.

We want you to get well as soon as possible.

I mean, so do I, but still...

You ought to know how well it works.

Don't open the wrapper.
It stinks to high heaven.

I know, but I insist you take it.

If you take this pill, I'll tell you
a great story I've been saving.

What about?

Oh, just Nikichi's broken heart.

Hey, Sasuke!

Did he really have an unrequited love?

I'd never lie to you.

Then, I'll choke my medicine down somehow.

Huh? Oh, very well.

There. I took it.

- Now tell me. You promised.
- All right—

I'd die of shame if I let
Sasuke tell it his way.

I'll tell it myself.

It all started, oh...

It must be a thousand years ago by now.

TRANSLATION: WILLIAM VARTERESIAN