Original subtitles

Hello ladies and gentlemen.

This film is a joint production

of MandarinVision and Creamfilm

with help from industry-acclaimed Creamfilm Production Co.

We invited the industry's notoriously difficult Miss Yeh

and Mr. Chung to act as producers.

I'm the director who saw it through to the end.

A-Yao.

Over the course of the film.

I will from time to time

chime in with a few words

to share my own ideas

and explain the story.

Please enjoy the film.

I won't bother you for now.

I'll appear again

when necessary.

Motherfucker.

What the fuck's that drumming?

The beat's all fucked up.

Pigeon.

You haven't even weighed it.

Only 100?

This brick here

has thousands of bottles

and it's barely over NT5000.

I drop more on the ground

than what you pick up.

Come on.

NT100.

It'll be gone in one meal.

Belly Button.

My business used to be small.

Now it's grown.

Frankly

I don't deal in your tiny volumes anymore.

If it wasn't that we're classmates

I wouldn't take this.

One hundred's not enough?

One hundred twenty?

How about I give you one fifty?

Ma.

Sorry I'm late.

Are you feeling better?

Yes, still a bit dizzy.

Ma, how about

I ask the nurse to get you another drip?

All right.

All right?

Nurse.

Could you please give my mother another IV drip?

It's almost 5 already.

We can't hook up another IV.

Please.

Please.

Nurse.

Obama.

How much longer?

Just a bit longer.

You think I'm playing in here?

It's hot as fuck.

My underwear's soaked.

Hot as hell.

Your friend's here.

Motherfucker.

You only come when there's food?

No.

I took my mom to the health center.

Work's almost over.

Start cleaning up.

In this factory, everyone shows concern for a mother's welfare.

It's a form of human considerateness.

Pickle has temp jobs during the daytime.

He works here as night watchman.

He sweeps the factory before everyone leaves.

Froggy, what are you doing?

Be careful.

Froggy, can you be nice?

You're making me deaf.

What now?

Not happy with work?

No, no, no.

Why's the Buddha head like that?

The one yelling in front

is the factory boss, Kevin.

The one grabbing ass in the back

is Congressman Gao and his assistant Valérie.

Although Gao won't have many scenes

the story of his struggle

is worth our attention.

Ten years ago

from street-level political organizer

he climbed to congressman.

After his fifth consecutive election

the deputy speaker sent him a fine mahogany table.

But ever since Valérie arrived

Congressman Gao's mahogany table

suddenly grew a new panel.

It's mainly for the benefit of Valérie's work.

When others conduct business on the computer.

Valérie hides underneath

and operates Congressman Gao's joystick.

This room's dark as pitch.

How can we get customers like this?

My boss said it would cut costs.

There's usually no one here.

Everything depends on the room inside anyway.

Young man, make me some instant noodles

with egg.

You still want that?

Thank you.

Business is good today.

It's getting by.

One order of noodles

with one egg.

Are you fucking kidding?

A grocery and game shop isn't enough

now we have to cook noodles too?

You think I can do this all by myself?

Belly Button loves crane games.

It's hard to understand why a middle-aged man

would take an interest in them.

I always wanted to ask Belly Button

why he likes crane games so much.

Crane games are like therapy.

How're you and Little Orchid doing?

Another guy stole her.

Who's the culprit?

A young factory worker fresh from the army.

So impressive.

He's very tall

and has a car.

Having a girlfriend's just a waste of money.

For you

going home and humping the wall should be enough.

Pickle.

Pickle.

Pickle.

Coming.

Stop yelling.

Is your boss here?

He's out rubbing elbows.

Motherfucker.

He's always drinking and rubbing elbows.

Can you work without rubbing elbows?

Does he pay you much then?

What were you doing just now?

Nah, I'm helping our boss clean that old Benz.

He ought to drive the new one.

Just write that old one off for me to sell.

You see.

Don't say I don't treat you well.

I came here specially

to show you this beauty.

Why's it sticky?

Goddamn.

Just appreciate it.

Don't fuss.

Look.

Damn good shots.

That ass is soft and smooth.

The photographer should've won the Nobel Prize.

Fuck.

Just chewing that underwear

would make life worth living.

I can give you this pair to chew.

You can chew it yourself.

Your boss has got it good.

Studying abroad,

a beautiful wife,

a good car,

his whole family moved to America.

That's life.

Birth is eight-tenths of destiny.

Even the richest

still eat only three meals a day.

Fuck.

Let's eat a fourth meal now.

You make tea.

Wait for me,

I'll go fetch some good stuff.

First of all, let's introduce

our impeccable

Commissioner of Culture.

Let's have a round of applause.

One of us.

Next, let's introduce

the artist who studied in America.

Chairman Kevin.

As for myself.

Everyone knows

I am the deputy speaker.

Bill Small.

Applause.

Louder.

More enthusiasm.

Let me say

I usually charge big bills.

But we're buddies

so for you, I Bill Small.

See how moderate I am.

Come.

First of all, let's invite our brother

to sing a song.

Warm yourselves up first.

Let's welcome our bureau chief

and our artist.

All right?

Let's give him a round of applause.

Bamboo shoots, once harvested, stiffen quickly

without Li Hua Fan's magic, who moves mountain and sea.

A girl in love should marry.

Don't let her fall into harlotry.

As the ripened rice field fears the typhoon

the girl fears her pregnancy discovered too soon.

Left hand pulls dress over her swollen bulge.

Right hands beckons customers to indulge.

As the sugarcane is hard but full of juice.

The tea shop girl is sweet but keeps aloof.

Using thousands upon thousands of his coin.

Right?

when he invites her to walk

she's too busy to join.

It's really enough

I'm pissed off.

The sun blazes over the land in June.

She invites him to travel to Penghu.

By planes, ferries, and automobiles.

Luxurious seafood for three meals.

Wax apple blossoms redden every tree.

But on one, a fierce wasp can be seen.

Ah.

There's a car parked outside.

A woman's standing next to it.

This one.

Don't worry about what's outside.

She must be here to see your boss.

There wasn't much today.

Good thing I went early

or it would've been sold out.

Why do you always bring cold curry?

You can't warm it with your lighter?

Be glad you can eat.

You're so picky.

Goddamn.

This is broken.

It's been broken for days.

This curry has only carrots.

Not a scrap of meat.

If it's broken, you don't fix it?

If you're so great

then go find a new one for me.

How can you eat without television?

What's good on TV?

This bit's frozen.

Can't break it apart.

We can just watch the news.

All they do now

is show car dashcam videos and call it news.

Pickle.

Your boss' old car

that Benz.

Is he still driving it?

Not in a long time.

Does he have a dashcam set up?

He should.

Take it out and have a look.

See where he's been doing his good deeds.

Don't snoop in people's stuff.

My boss is very mean.

To hell with that.

When you finish, will you tell your boss.

"Boss,"

"I took a look at your dashcam"

"I know the good deeds you've been doing."

Would you say that?

If you don't tell him, how will he know?

Go get it.

Still pussying out?

Did your ass grow roots?

Come on.

If he finds out

you can cut my head off and sit on it.

What's there to see on a dashcam?

I can't tell if you're innocent or an idiot.

Whoa.

It got hard.

It got hard after touching you.

Really.

Are you rock-hard?

Well then,

you want it?

I want it.

What do you want?

I want you to fuck me.

Kevin had left the pond earlier that day with Gucci

to come to this mysterious place.

He asked Gucci to do some liver maintenance

and prostate detoxification.

During that time

the lady in the middle of the field

called, looking for Kevin.

She kept calling and calling

until the sky grew dark

as Kevin's phone rang like a madman.

You're so wet.

You're so hard.

So big.

Is it very big?

It's big

I love you fucking me.

Like this?

Yeah, go deeper.

Call me Puta.

Call me Puta.

Who's Puta?

I'm Puta.

Puta.

I'm your Puta.

Puta.

Puta.

Puta.

Come inside,

I want you to come in me.

I want to fuck you.

Come inside.

Miss Yeh.

Behave yourself,

you're already a grown woman.

Shouldn't you be sleeping at this hour?

You want to fuck that old hag Yeh, or fuck me?

You want to fuck that old hag Yeh, or fuck me?

I want to fuck you.

Then fuck my brains out.

Louder.

Then fuck my brains out.

Fuck me.

That's good.

I love when you fuck me.

So good.

Oh, so good.

Hello.

Miss Yeh.

Do you have business with Kevin baby this late?

Please pass the phone to your Kev,

I have something important to say to him.

You're hard to find.

Is it that difficult for us to meet face to face?

Why don't you answer?

Speak.

Don't think I don't know.

You're up to some low-down bullshit

Kevin Huang.

I'm giving you one last chance.

Find time to meet me right now

or whatever happens after this

will be on your head.

All right.

Our old spot.

That woman left.

What'd you bring that for?

Didn't you say to get the dashcam?

You can't just get the memory card?

Why'd you pull the whole damn thing down?

How should I know what card?

You'd need a map to scratch your ass.

Bring it here.

For the normally timid Belly Button

it's only in Pickle's office

that he can speak boldly.

His entire life

it's only in this cramped cell of a room

that he can find a little confidence.

Here, this.

It's called a memory card.

It's so small.

Fellow countrymen.

What exactly is a dashboard camera?

It's a miracle of modern science.

The mini-camera that defines this era.

Mounted in the car.

It records the view outside the windshield.

If there's a traffic dispute

you can pull out the recording as evidence.

After all, what the modern person considers is

where there are images

there is truth.

The sounds recorded by the dashcam

are sounds within the car.

So what we are about to hear

is the horseplay in Kevin's car.

What grade are you in?

Junior this year.

Junior.

In college.

I bet if we just played a little, you'd already be wet.

Let me see.

Do we need to go so fast?

We're still driving.

Hold on a second.

In modern society, time is money.

Fuck.

Talk about great timing.

Hello.

Hello, special assistant.

Do you know this special assistant?

I don't.

Let me inform you of the situation.

Yes, I understand.

I understand, special assistant.

No problem.

Because that's next quarter's funding.

Yes.

Yes.

Your boss turns into a real pussy on the phone.

Don't bad-mouth people like that.

It's true.

He usually acts all dignified.

Special assistant, please inform the Congressman.

Yes.

Thank you special assistant.

Good night, special assistant.

Fuck.

Always first in line for money

but ask for a favor, and he disappears.

Your boss is good at acting.

As soon as he hangs up, his mood flips.

Where were we?

You haven't even asked my name yet.

We're here.

Oh, right.

What's your name?

I'm Cindy.

Cindy, huh.

Cindy, what made you want to do this?

- Cindy. - Yeah.

Because I want to study abroad.

Hello, welcome to the Forbidden City.

Would you like a rest, or overnight stay?

Rest.

For a three hour rest, there's 1280, 1680, .

1980, thank you.

This place really isn't cheap.

Three hours, 1980.

It's highway robbery.

Please have a relaxing time.

Where do you want to go?

What's New York?

The New York in America.

That woman standing in the harbor

holding a torch

wearing a shower cap.

The driveway's so long.

There's even Christmas lights.

Look, the life of the rich.

It's so colorful.

We're here.

Why'd they stop?

Aren't you smart.

They arrived, what else would they do?

You want them to crash into a wall?

Fuck, they got out.

What do we see now?

There's obviously nothing to see.

You want the car to drive up to the bedroom?

You think they're shooting porn here?

See if there's anything else to watch.

Fuck, it's so exciting.

Your boss' name is Kevin.

My name's Belly Button.

What a difference.

When I get rich

I'll have someone pick an English name for me.

Don't be stupid.

Want me to light a prayer candle for you?

When rich people make it big

it's 30% cheating

70% background.

You,

you've got nothing.

Where are you from?

What's your background?

My background is.

Pineapples.

Bananas.

Guavas.

One's missing...

Wax apples.

What's up with your boss?

Looks like he's on patrol.

He keeps driving and driving.

Maybe he ran out of tricks.

I thought your boss was baller.

But that's all he had.

Searching through dashcam footage

is like finding a needle in a haystack.

If you're lucky

you'll find horseplay right away.

But most of the time

you'll just see a car patrol.

Betting on dashcam footage

is like Taiwan's economy.

There's good times and bad.

When it's really bad

though you may watch till you drop

you'll end up with nothing.

Fuck.

Goddamn.

Why's your boss back so early today?

It's almost 3.

Damn, it's so late.

All right, I'm going.

Go, hurry.

All right.

Keep out of his business.

What's going on?

Who attached the head?

I attached it.

I was doing it last night till dawn.

It'd take forever for you all to do it.

What're you standing around for?

Hurry and finish the job.

Fuck.

You're...

Are you standing there silent to scare people?

What are you doing here?

Nothing, just taking a walk around.

Hold this for me.

This man's name is Shao-Huai Chang.

In this film, he's called Sugar Apple.

In our film

he only has one line.

Taking a walk.

He's very busy every day.

Busy taking a walk.

He walks further than policemen patrol.

Walks harder than the village chief works.

But human relations are a funny thing.

The village is full of people

but no matter where Sugar Apple's walked

the only friend he's made has been Belly Button.

Pickle.

The hood ornament on my Benz is bent, can you fix it?

Okay.

Okay, close enough.

It's fine, are you praying to the ancestors now?

Pickle.

Go to the Seven (7-11) at the intersection.

Pick up a package for me.

Boss, what package?

Fuck, just say a package for Kevin Huang.

They'll give it to you.

Got it?

All right.

"Savon."

According to the latest weather forecast

over the Philippines coastal region

a tropical depression has already formed.

Peanut.

I want to pick up a package.

A package.

What package?

Kevin Huang,

the boss of Global.

Never heard of him.

My boss told me to pick it up at Savon.

Pickle.

This is Savon, not Seven (7-11)

Seven's the one on the left.

The man appeared suspicious

and is suspected to be mentally unstable.

Fuck, that's Belly Button.

He got into a dispute with police.

From the police video, it appears.

Belly Button got arrested.

he was carrying many unidentified items

attracting police attention.

On grounds of safety

an officer questioned him

not expecting the man to attack.

With the help of two officers, he was finally subdued

and brought into the station for questioning.

Your vehicle has no license plate.

Impound it.

Impound it. You can return in our car

I'll drive your motorcycle back for you.

Come to the station to chat.

Chief, this is no good.

What the hell are you doing?

Settle down, what's done is done.

Dear audience members

there were no journalists at the scene

so footage for the TV news

would've been provided by police.

We can provide you more objective footage

with the fewest edits possible

to let you understand how events unfolded.

Unlike the police, our video is not shaky.

Shooting films is our profession, after all.

Any shaky cameraman

would've been sacked long ago.

Listen.

I'm citing obstruction of justice

to arrest you.

Do you understand?

Moving on,

you have the right

to remain silent

and refuse to answer any questions.

You can appoint an attorney

to ensure your rights.

If you are low income,

lower-middle income,

or aboriginal

the law must allow you to request an attorney.

You can request an attorney.

Understand?

Cuff him.

Cuff him up.

Take his hands.

Son of a gun.

Here.

Take this.

It's fine now, you can go.

Listen,

next time we meet

talk to me.

Don't get rowdy.

Alright?

Otherwise I'm forced to do my duty.

Work with me here.

You can go.

Take a lunchbox with you.

Take one each.

Thanks.

Okay.

Motherfucker.

You call yourself a friend?

You saw me getting beaten and did nothing?

Sugar Apple isn't some long-haired

stinking vagrant.

He grooms himself neatly each day.

Everyone in the village knows him.

But nobody knows where he came from.

One day, three years ago

he suddenly appeared

settling down at an abandoned naval sentry post.

Some say he used to be a sailor.

Others say he went mad from a breakup.

Still others say he killed a man.

But others say they've seen luxury cars visiting him.

Sugar Apple's a very mysterious guy.

Even his sole friend, Belly Button

only knows that at night

he needs to hear the sound of waves to fall asleep.

After Belly Button's motorcycle was impounded

the first thing he thought of

was borrowing Peanut's old motorcycle.

Ever since he won a new one at the city hall's New Year's party

Peanut stopped riding

his old motorcycle.

Since I still maintain it

if I go racing with this one

it's got more power than Taro's.

Taro's motorcycle is electric.

Is that right?

Yeah.

A guy riding a pink motorcycle?

No wonder you can't get a girlfriend.

What are you bullshitting about?

This movie's black and white.

If you don't say it, no one will know.

It seems like the car isn't moving.

Nah.

Your boss is full of tricks.

Have some patience.

He's fucking sleeping.

My boss gets busy all day and all night.

It saps his energy.

Let's see what else is good to watch.

Here.

Here.

This is new.

I want to say hi to your little friend.

It's broad daylight.

Yeah.

You're not afraid of being seen?

Afraid of what?

The windows are so dark.

What's up with your boss?

He sounds indifferent.

You're in a hurry today.

I want it.

There are so many motorcycles.

Hello.

This girl's bold.

Long time no see.

Did you miss me?

Come.

Let me kiss you.

What's that sound?

Sucking the gear stick.

How do you suck a gear stick?

It tastes good.

Tastes so good.

Let me touch your little sister.

This girl's a good singer.

Once she's got the microphone, she won't let go.

Your little sister is so wet.

Damn it.

Don't get so damn close.

Hurry up and get in.

That's a good sound.

He's driving a long way.

Yeah.

Your boss is impressive.

Getting blown from mountain to seaside, and he's still hard.

He must train his body.

He's tough.

It's true.

It's easier to pick up chicks with a car.

Nah, it depends what car.

My boss drives a Benz.

The gentle lady we're hearing now

was the lady in the field

who kept calling Kevin before, Miss Yeh.

This scene took place quite a while ago.

Kevin's feelings for Miss Yeh

have already faded.

But I can understand Kevin.

When a grown man

meets a woman of skill and assertiveness like Miss Yeh

no matter how devoid of feeling

he can't stop his prick from getting excited.

Just from listening, you get hard

and thirsty.

What else is there to see?

That was real incredible.

Goddamn.

I've seen this already.

Let's just watch an old one.

Man.

Is your boss back yet?

Not yet.

Well, it's hopeless then.

Let's watch Cindy.

You remember Cindy?

All right, let's watch a little.

Your Cindy's here.

What grade are you in?

Master, over here.

This way, please.

Here.

Master,

Buddha is not only an image of virtue, but also a reflective mirror.

So that seeing Buddha's face is alike to chanting his name.

Just as gazing at one's most respected master

clears the mind of wild thoughts

and brings forth a peaceful heart.

Amitabha Buddha.

This Buddha really is beautiful.

It looks like the image of virtue.

When I see this Buddha

as Buddha's teachings illuminate

all my mind is calmed down.

It's great.

Very beautiful.

But one thing I find strange

those eyebrows don't seem to line up.

Those cheeks

they seem

I don't know if it's the right or left, a bit crooked.

And those closed eyes

is he thinking, or dozing off?

Most importantly

he's got to raise his chin up.

You need vigor

to liberate all sentient beings.

But right now he looks like

he's super depressed.

Is that okay?

Amitabha Buddha.

Thank you for your suggestions, Sister.

Beautiful work, beautiful work.

Global's artwork is world-famous.

I put in a lot of effort this time

to convince Brother Kevin to take this job

I think only Brother Kevin's talent

could express the unique aura of Mt. Foshan.

Amitabha Buddha.

What Brother Kevin has made is art.

When we say Buddha is

speaking of dignity

of fortune

of excellence

it's by judging the look of his entire body.

If we consider our Buddha a work of art

then we might as well put him in a museum, Right?

Amitabha Buddha.

Sorry.

Sister.

Does anyone call you fat?

Whether anyone calls you that

I don't think you're fat.

Fatness and thinness

are subjective things.

Just like whether Buddha's image is virtuous or not

is very subjective

Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha.

Congressman Chen.

We're talking about the image's virtue right now.

Sorry, my name's Gao.

Chen is the chief secretary.

I don't care if you're Congressman Chen or Gao.

Just like

I wouldn't care to talk about your relations with this lady.

I wouldn't discuss it with others.

I don't know your relationship.

Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha.

No, if Sister really feels that way

then we'll ask Brother Kevin to saw the Buddha's head off.

Then we can fix it.

All right?

We'll have Sister supervise the work.

We'll work together to get the best result.

Master.

Brothers and Sisters.

Amitabha Buddha.

I want to tell everyone

while I was constructing the Buddha

I had a heart full of gratitude.

From making the 3D model

to the construction itself

I always used a laser inclinometer to keep it level.

This idea of symmetry or asymmetry,

crookedness,

it's impossible.

I think Sister has a valid point.

Let's saw off Buddha's head

and start anew.

As for the Dharma Assembly

we can postpone it to next year to do it properly.

Amitabha Buddha.

Master.

The Buddha issue.

Is it satisfactory now?

Leave the professional work to the professionals.

Let's put our energy into the next development

for Mt. Foshan Park.

Amitabha .

Amitabha Buddha.

It's strange.

After that "Amitabha Buddha"

the whole factory's mood and morale changed.

Everyone suddenly became lively.

Those who were sitting

are now standing.

Those who were standing

are now climbing.

Everyone's trying

just as hard as Kevin

even borrowing their strength from tomorrow

to be used up today.

We've finally reached the middle of the movie.

I want to mention an event here.

Belly Button doesn't usually come here to collect recyclables.

But for some reason he came today

as if pulled by fate

to meet a man who's lost all will.

After meeting Belly Button

this man will disappear from this world.

Belly Button is the last person he'll see

and the last person who will speak to him.

What's wrong?

A guy like Belly Button, unacknowledged by society

and struggling to change his fortune

often meets people like him

whose own lives have met difficulty.

They try to help each other out.

But as the saying goes.

How can a beggar keep a cat?

If you can't help yourself

how can you help others?

Ah.

Brother.

Is something wrong?

Of course there is.

After Belly Button left this fellow

it began to rain.

From their perspectives

whether it's rain or shine

there will always be problems.

But they've no time to ponder life's problems.

Because in their own lives

there's an endless stream of them.

Society often speaks of justice.

But in these people's lives

that word surely doesn't exist.

Since it takes all they have to find their next meal

they have no energy to speak of such things.

Pickle.

Pickle.

You still came when it's raining?

Is your boss here?

Yeah.

Yeah.

He's back.

All right.

Well?

Why's your boss back so early today?

He's drunk.

They sent him back.

That's perfect.

We saw old stuff last time.

Go fetch a new one today.

No way.

It's fine.

No.

Go on.

Don't keep watching people's stuff.

You're a real dork.

Don't tell me you're gonna wake your boss up

and tell him.

Boss.

I'm gonna peek at your dashcam.

Are you?

It's not right.

It's fine, go.

No way.

It's raining so hard

and I came here specially for that.

Right?

It's fine.

What we hear now

with the American West cowboy flavor

is music by Sheng-Xiang Lin

made specially as a theme song for Chairman Kevin.

The name of the song is Surfing With The Chairman.

He said the way he drives

through tunnels, lights flashing

it feels as though.

Chairman Kevin

is taking the audience along

to go surfing at the beach.

But Chairman Kevin doesn't plan to visit the beach.

Because where he wants to surf

is on Gucci's young body.

If you would like to surf

please find time to go with friends.

But remember, safety first.

There's tunnels in the tunnel.

Actually, this place

is the tunnel's connecting passage.

The cars passing by go so fast

that nobody notices what's inside.

Even if you took a shit inside,

killed someone, or started a fire

it'd be hard for anyone to see.

They're kissing.

It got hard after touching you.

You want it?

I want it.

What do you want?

I want you to fuck me.

She's so direct.

You like fucking me?

I like it.

Kevin has latched onto one idea.

Do what others don't dare to do.

Risk what others don't dare to risk.

His life has been a payoff from those gambles.

Call me Puta.

What?

Call me Puta.

What's Puta?

How should I know?

I'm Puta.

Puta.

Gucci is a mixed-race beauty.

She's half South American

so it's hard for me to tell if it's Buddha or Puta.

Buddha is English.

Puta is Spanish for 'slut'.

Judging from the current situation

I think she probably means 'slut'.

Listen.

This must be true love.

Otherwise why would she be like that?

Giving all of herself to him

and moaning like that.

I want you to come in me

I want to fuck you.

Based on the current situation

there's no way your boss is wearing a condom.

You're so smart.

Miss Yeh.

Behave yourself

you're already a grown woman.

Who's Miss Yeh?

My boss' old flame.

You want to fuck that old hag Yeh, or fuck me?

You want to fuck that old hag Yeh, or fuck me?

I want to fuck you.

Then fuck my brains out.

Louder.

Then fuck my brains out.

Fuck me.

That's good

I love when you fuck me.

This girl is really daring.

Oh, so good.

Hello.

What the hell?

Every time it gets good, the phone rings.

Be quiet.

My boss is home.

He keeps talking.

Blah blah blah.

Hello.

It's nothing.

She's pissed off.

The girl got out of the car.

I'm busy.

I wouldn't stay either.

Don't leave things hanging.

Speak.

He keeps blabbering on.

Okay.

Our old spot.

He said the old spot.

Right here.

Right here.

I'm already in my late forties.

Kevin Huang.

Ask your own conscience.

We've been together so many years.

Has there ever been a time you wanted me

that I wasn't there?

I let you stretch me like a yoga guru.

Belly Button.

What's yoga guru?

It means your boss does a lot of positions

I was pregnant.

You didn't let me keep it.

You wanted me to lose it

and I did.

Because I thought

there's no love between you and your wife.

She's been overseas so many years.

One day you would divorce her

and marry me.

Your boss is a remarkable guy.

All the women love him.

But it wasn't enough for you.

You kept fooling around with women.

Remarkable.

You've never treated me seriously.

My boss' old flame

sounds very frustrated.

Want to break up?

Sure.

Then pay my compensation.

Before, I thought

your boss fooled with women every day

tasting exotic beauties.

This girl's got feelings too.

Nah, your boss is heartless.

She fell so deeply for him.

So you're not paying.

Fine.

Then should I call your wife to ask for it?

Or should I call

your cute chief secretary

and ask him?

You know that chief secretary?

He's my boss' secretary.

Kevin Huang.

While I wasn't home

you got nasty with some old geezer in my bed.

You like that?

Tell me

is mine tighter?

Or is his old asshole tighter?

No.

I bet this is how he screamed during sex.

Kevin.

Kevin.

Kevin.

What's that sound?

Weird.

Why do we only hear your boss panting?

It's over?

There must be more.

This.

We haven't seen this yet.

Isn't that here?

That's me.

Stop watching.

I said, stop watching.

You always want to watch.

Wasn't she from the other day?

standing in the field?

I'm...

I'm heading out.

Belly Button.

Stay a little longer.

Stay a little longer.

Should we call the cops?

Did you forget your mother?

You want to lose your job?

Fuck.

Don't you know cops and courts are run by the rich?

That night

the two of them sat, terrified.

Sitting there like idiots.

Sitting until sunrise.

As soon as it was light.

Belly Button and Pickle rushed downtown to find Brother Lin.

Brother Lin is normally section manager at a security company.

But his other identity

is serving as the medium at a temple.

The gods possess his body.

What you see now

is the act of possession.

The gods use spirit writing to help the unfortunate.

Basically, of those who come with questions

one type is the rich and powerful

who are afraid of losing it all.

The other type is the poor and powerless

whose hearts need relief.

What you see now

is the gods' spirit writing.

The interpreter on the side

reads out what the gods are writing.

The words are called Luan.

They are the gods' message to believers.

But today, the only Luan that Belly Button and Pickle received

was the gods telling them to be honest,

respect one's parents

and be useful to one's country.

Belly Button and Pickle

became more baffled, the more they saw.

What you're about to see

is the complete Luan.

Welcome

to the Homeland Safety Religious Center.

Defend home and homeland.

To exercise filial piety

is self-evident.

Following the solar horoscope brings safety.

Courage's blessing carries you through the world.

Belly Button visits Peanut each day to pick up trash.

As they talked.

Peanut realized Belly Button and Pickle had met a bad spirit

and needed to cleanse their fortunes.

The first place he thought of

was his uncle's Chiang Kai-shek temple.

Uncle.

These two encountered a bad spirit

and came to cleanse their fortunes.

They didn't say what it was

but Lord Chiang

should be able to help.

You two.

This temple only appears barren.

My uncle purposely doesn't decorate

to promote sheer simplicity.

It also expresses Lord Chiang's

integrity, pure as driven snow.

People pray to Lord Chiang?

Goddamn.

Even Pigsy has worshippers.

Listen.

This temple

after it was built 30 years ago

kept failing at divination.

No gods would come here.

One day.

When my uncle was napping,

Lord Chiang came to him in a dream

and told my uncle

I've got the time

I'm available.

That's why

my uncle tends the temple.

It's not easy.

What does 'tend' mean?

He serves the gods.

He serves the gods.

Uncle.

Want to help them cleanse their fortune?

These gods,

sometimes they select certain people.

Motherfucker.

Don't know what he's up his own ass about.

What's impressive about tending a lousy-ass temple?

Fuck.

Makes me feel sick.

Mr. Huang, My apologies.

Sorry for making you come all this way.

Don't say that.

I asked you here

mainly to understand what happened with Miss Feng Ju Yeh.

So.

What happened to her?

Her family came to file a report,

said she'd been missing almost a week.

Now even her car's missing.

I thought we'd ask a few of her friends

to come clarify the situation.

When did you last speak on the phone?

I think she called me a week ago.

How do you know her?

We're friends.

Good friends?

I think so.

What did you talk about on the phone that day?

Nothing much.

Just some random stuff.

What random stuff?

As friends, we'd just talk on the phone every once in a while.

Oh, right.

Last week she asked me about doing some investing.

It was just talk.

It never amounts to much.

That was the only thing you talked about?

Yeah.

Why do I feel like it wasn't the only thing?

What do you mean?

I looked at her call records.

Miss Yeh called you

over one hundred times.

Did she?

You should know better than anyone.

You can't say because she called me

that I'm the one who has a problem.

Mr. Huang.

I never said you have a problem.

A woman dials a man's phone over 100 times,

what could possibly be so urgent?

Did she call 100 times to talk about investing?

I told you already.

She called me to ask about investments.

We also talked about some unimportant trivial things.

That was all

I've been honest with you.

What now?

Why are we bringing Chairman Kevin here now?

Deputy speaker, Sorry.

Let me inform you of the situation.

Our Chairman Kevin is an important figure in society.

He's done so many good deeds.

He has the heart of a Buddha.

You insult him by bringing him here.

I'm sorry.

What now?

Shun.

What the hell did you bring the chairman here for?

I invited Chairman Huang here to clarify Miss Yeh's situation.

I'm practically treating him to a cup of tea.

It's fine.

Our Chairman Kevin contributes money and energy to society.

You see

if you're uneducated

he'll give you money to get educated.

If you've got a funeral but no coffin

he'll buy you a coffin.

You're insulting him.

He's a man who, if he says it, he'll do it.

That's what a good person he is.

You're insulting him.

Shun.

Is chairman fine now?

It's fine.

You can go if you want.

Do what the hell you want.

Then what the hell were you talking about?

He didn't mean it like that.

Listen,

I'm talking to you

and you keep replying to the deputy commissioner.

What are you trying to say?

Listen,

if you fucked around like this out in society

the grass on your grave would already be this high.

Sorry.

Show a little respect.

Shun.

Chairman can leave now, right?

Do what the hell you want.

Like I said.

What are you trying to say?

Nah, he didn't mean it like that.

Unbelievable.

What kind of attitude is that?

Sorry, no offense.

So can we go now?

Yes, thank you.

Show some respect, I'm telling you.

Learn how to live in a society.

Sorry.

Motherfucker.

You,

get ready to be grilled at next week's council meeting.

Okay.

Motherfucker.

Unbelievable.

Have a nice day, deputy speaker.

Motherfucker.

Sit down.

Sit.

How long have you worked for me?

Ten years.

What did you do before you came here?

Temp jobs, here and there.

Do I give enough salary?

It's enough.

I haven't been in this room for years.

The ceiling's leaking badly.

Why didn't you tell me?

Is the A/C cool enough?

Haven't used it in a while.

To be honest.

I feel like you've been lazing around without much work.

Sometimes when you're at work,

you sleep

and I don't want to disturb you.

Your trash-picking friend often comes here to chat

but I didn't complain.

Pickle.

Do I look like an idiot?

No.

You think any shit you're up to here

I won't know about it?

You should know my personality.

This is what I think.

When dealing with human relations

if we're good, then we're good

if we're not good, we need mutual understanding.

Have you seen me like this before?

You've really never seen me like this?

By nodding your head, do you mean

you have

or you haven't seen me like this?

I've worn this wig many years.

I've worn it so long, I sometimes feel as if

it's my real hair.

Now if I don't wear it for one day

I feel uneasy all over.

How's your mother been lately?

Her health hasn't been great lately.

If there's a problem at home, you have to tell me.

I believe what humans want most

is peace and safety.

That night, after Kevin left,

Belly Button came looking for Pickle.

But Belly Button kept standing outside, not daring to enter.

Pickle had no choice but to accompany him.

In the gloomy black night

under a light drizzle

the two stood there quietly.

Pickle watched Belly Button stare wistfully at the scenery

his eyes filled with a faint longing.

He wanted to comfort Belly Button

but couldn't find a single word.

Belly Button also visited Sugar Apple afterwards.

But that all happened in a dream.

After Sugar Apple awoke, he couldn't sleep again

and went to a nearby swimming pool to bathe.

Sugar Apple's bathing spot isn't fixed.

Sometimes it's a swimming pool.

Sometimes it's a lavatory.

Tonight there's thunder and lightning

but Sugar Apple doesn't seem scared at all.

He feels slightly different today.

He has the feeling that Belly Button's gotten into trouble.

That word on the sign with holes in it, is 'Visits'.

All together, it reads 'Meal Visits'.

They're specially ordered by prisoners' families.

Because if they're too far or busy to visit

they can ask the foodservice

to send a meal in their name.

Belly Button's been in jail before.

After his granny passed away

the orphaned Belly Button

could no longer eat meal visits.

But auntie still gave food once in a while

treating him like their own son.

Besides meal visits

auntie and her husband also grew scallions.

When there weren't enough hands

they'd ask their married daughter to come home and help out.

Here, Button.

Auntie just happened to have

some vegetables today.

So nice.

Somebody ordered a meal

and left over a chicken leg

I'll give it to you.

Eat plenty.

I wondered why there's even chicken today.

After getting out of prison.

Belly Button would come over to help.

Auntie would also prepare meals for him.

But today was particularly special.

Auntie not only fried vegetables for him

she also prepared a chicken leg.

Nobody knew that Belly Button didn't eat much.

Other than at night

when he would snack on cold expired foods tossed from the supermarket

during the day, he only ate one meal.

But the meal he's eating now

is Belly Button's last meal of the day

and also the last meal of his life.

The following morning,

Belly Button was found in a drainage ditch.

The police found high blood alcohol in his body

meaning he was probably drunk and got in a car accident.

But we usually hear about

drunk drivers killing people.

Belly Button could be one of Taiwan's very few cases

of a drunk killed by a driver.

Everyone in the village also knows

that Belly Button doesn't drink.

Even if he wanted to drink

he couldn't afford enough to get drunk.

After Sugar Apple left the scene

he biked around the entire morning

not knowing where he was biking to

only that he had to keep going and going.

His heart was tangled in knots.

Appearing over and over in his mind

was the figure of Belly Button.

Finally he returned to his seaside villa.

I think he was slowly realizing

Belly Button dying wasn't so bad.

At least when he died

they drew the figure of a man.

For a lonely drifter like him

if he died, no one would realize it for a long time.

By then, his corpse would've already decomposed.

At best, they could only draw a round puddle.

Belly Button's death couldn't have been that simple.

Pickle, his blood running cold

suddenly remembered that night

when Kevin said to him

What humans want most is peace and safety.

Pickle felt that something was wrong

and worried, if anything happened to him

who would take care of his mother.

The only person he could think of

was a lifelong liar

with no sense of family responsibility,

his youngest uncle.

Uncle.

These two sponge gourds are for you.

No need.

You went to the trouble of growing them

you should sell them yourself

I grew these myself

for you to cook.

You're giving them to me?

Yeah, you can cook them.

All right.

You only brought two?

Uncle.

My mother...

I know your mother

I know your mother.

Did you see something nasty recently?

You have to get this taken care of.

How strong are your glasses?

Four hundred.

Oh yeah? One side's two hundred, one side's three hundred.

That's five hundred.

That's bad for your health.

Swap a pair.

That's better.

Swap it and take a look.

With glasses, your sight should be crystal clear.

Is it clear?

It's blurry.

It's blurry?

This one's not right.

Let me swap another pair for you.

Try this pair.

Uncle.

It's about my mother...

I know about your mother.

When your mother went food shopping, I met her.

This pair, is it clear?

Yeah.

Oh, right. You need to wear two pairs of glasses.

One for good weather,

one for bad weather.

When the weather's clear, wear this pair.

About my mother...

I know about your mother.

Her health isn't well.

I know about your mother.

I met her at the health center.

I know already.

Try this pair on.

Wear this pair in good weather.

Do they work?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Ah, my mother.

I know about your mother.

Two pairs is five hundred.

Uncle.

I don't think I have enough money on me.

How much, how much do you have?

Only three hundred.

That's all.

Yeah.

Get rid of this pair.

Try that pair on.

This pair's just three hundred for you then.

My mother's over eighty years old.

I know about your mother, I know.

Don't just talk about your mother.

From start to finish, Pickle didn't have a chance to talk.

He even paid NT300

to buy this pair of glasses.

The problem is, it was his original pair.

Pickle didn't complain about his uncle's behavior.

But treated this way by the only man he could ask

he felt his hopes inside fading.

Destiny has a way of teasing people.

That afternoon,

Kevin asked Pickle to take Mother Pickle to the hospital for a check-up.

He even arranged for a hospital stay.

But after a long examination

they didn't find any cause

so she just stayed overnight and received IV support.

Pickle felt very alarmed

that Kevin was doing this for him.

He didn't know what Kevin's intentions were.

He just felt like air was trapped in his chest

that couldn't find an exit.

The sun was strong for those few days.

Pickle, feeling ill at ease

decided to take care of the leaking roof.

He went to the deputy speaker's service office

and found a discarded election banner.

Displayed on the banner was Bill Small.

"One vote, one devotion"

with a face promising civil duty.

The deputy speaker held passion for justice and gorgeous women

and was first in line to protect citizens from harm.

After spreading the banner.

Pickle sat alone on the rooftop

and slowly came to a decision

to take a look at Belly Button's house.

Nobody had ever gone into Belly Button's house.

Even Sugar Apple sat outside when eating with Belly Button.

Pickle must've been the first to step inside Belly Button's house

and without Belly Button's permission either.

Sitting in Belly Button's UFO house,

Pickle wondered, this guy who always used to bully him

where was he now?

Looking around the bed

it was all dolls that Belly Button had caught

and models cut out from magazines.

Pickle only realized then

how little he really knew about Belly Button.

I think that even though we live in a space age

and mankind could long ago ride ships to the moon

we'll never be able to explore the universe of others' hearts.

That day

there were two big events in southern Taiwan.

One was the Dharma Assembly to pray for the nation.

The other was Belly Button's funeral.

On the way to the gravesite

the sun was shining brightly.

But the road

was flooded for no apparent reason.

Pickle and the others stood hesitating on one side.

But Belly Button had already reached the other side

as if to tell Pickle that escorting him this far was enough.

The next step

he would walk slowly and alone.

Peanut.

There were really no other photos?

Find one yourself.

It's a good thing he was arrested.

It was on the news

so I could find screenshots online

or we'd be out of luck.

Not a scrap of ID.

I'm telling you.

Good thing it existed.

Nobody knew him anyway.

Fuck you.

What the hell did you say?

What?

What the fuck?

Fuck you.

What the fuck?

What?

Come on.

What the fuck.

You wanna fight?

Let's fight.

Fuck you.

Fuck.

Bring it on, motherfucker.

Fuck you.