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Osamu!

Osamu!

You're lovely! I don't want you to die.

I love you.

I love you!

Hey!

Hey!

Kenji!

"Kenji"?

I thought I was dead!

"No longer human"

mine has been a life of much shame.

"Tokyo, 1946"

so did the woman die?

Yes.

He survived, and wrote a story.

He'll do anything.

He's crazy.

Perfect!

He's unique. Just let him write.

Can he? He was a drug addict.

He was in an asylum.

Then he tried another suicide with another woman.

Again?

How is he now?

Still writing about wanting to die?

It's all just for material. He'll do anything for that.

Tsushima, shuji

what's that?

This? Maybe it's a love letter.

"Love letter"?

What's that?

Here, masaki.

You don't want it? You do?

Hello?

How's it going, sir?

I told you I'd start when I finished what I'm working on now.

I know that.

I just wanted to remind you that you promised us a masterpiece.

A masterpiece? Well!

You're writing a masterpiece?

I'm thirsty.

You'd like some tea, would you?

You talk too much!

She never praises my work.

But you said yourself this is the book they'll remember osamu dazai for.

I can hardly wait to read it.

I've been a huge fan since I was in school.

Well, I have an idea for one.

A masterpiece?

A love story, maybe.

"Shizuko ota"

dear miss ota, I think of you constantly.

That may sound strange...

But I am always thinking of you.

I will speak plainly.

I agree to what you suggest.

You are not alone. I put my life in your hands.

But please send your letters under a different name.

We must be discreet. Things have changed.

As the best of persons, live quietly...

As if your life depended on it.

I yearn for you.

Someone's here?

Yes.

A miss oda.

The person who sent the telegram? "Shizuo oda", from izu.

Hi.

Take it.

Give it to me.

Are you angry I came barging in on you?

I couldn't wait to see you.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You're 30, but you still act like a child.

Don't just watch me.

I want to watch you.

You're not going to remarry and be a banker's wife?

Not his wife. His mistress.

When he found out my mother died and left me with nothing...

That's what he said.

That's terrible!

I think it's a good idea. I've had it with marriage.

I can't spend my life with someone I don't love.

And so...

You wrote to a starving writer, offering to be his mistress?

But I like you.

Excuse me.

No one wants lovers around.

You intrigue me.

Everyone's suffering, trying to make their lives better.

You're going the other way, trying to fall.

Let's both of us fall, shizuko.

Will you love me to death?

Hi.

Well, well, well!

A disciple of yours?

Yeah.

Could you let us have a room?

We have something to talk about.

Forget about this writer, miss. He's a bad man.

He's married.

That's fine.

"It's love in the service of art. His wife understands.

Isn't shizuko great?

That's how it is now.

"Fallen from high birth, and loving to stay alive.

"You're awful! Your wife's expecting.

What?

"What can I do? I'm already in love with her.

You're lovely!

With you...

New sensations just come flooding in.

Shizuko!

Let me read your diary.

But that's...

I know.

You want that for your own book.

But let me use it... for our book.

But...

I'll pay you ¥10,000. That should keep you for a year.

Is that why you asked me to come here today?

No!

I just wanted to see you.

Shizuko...

Let's both of us create a new art.

You'll live forever in my book.

Something only we can do.

Me...

I want a baby.

A cuddly, bouncing baby.

A baby born of true love.

Make that come true.

Sure.

Good.

Then come to izu and romance me.

Do that, and I'll show you my diary.

Now what?

What do I do now?

Bitch, bitch, bitch! That's all you guys do!

Mr. sakaguchi!

Are you ok?

Oh, it's you.

The bill.

It must be hard to be a best-selling author.

Write a best-seller, then.

I'm writing a better book than your "discourse on decadence".

A masterpiece!

They're the ones that sell best, right?

That's what "masterpiece" means. Sure, dazai. Write one.

A masterpiece.

Tell me...

Are you still looking into hell?

Writing from down in hell?

Can a family man really fall into hell?

It's rough, huh?

Wife, kids...

A writer can't have things he needs to protect.

Yeah, but you gotta love 'em.

People fall.

They fall because they're alive.

So dazai...

You have to fall even further!

A writer can't write unless there's something broken inside.

So I will give him everything, and throw myself into him.

I want to see what flowers that will bring into bloom.

This is a love that will bring forth new art.

Hi.

You smell of plum blossoms.

Is this where you've been thinking of me?

Where I've been waiting for you to romance me?

Wonderful.

Like a meal for Jesus.

Shizuko...

Where is it?

Strangely excited, I read Rosa luxemburg's...

"Introduction to economics".

I was amazed at her courage...

In not hesitating to tear apart...

All conventional ideas.

Introduction to economics

destruction...

Is pitiable and sad...

And beautiful.

What was it I was proposing to do?

Nighty-night.

I had never yearned for revolution.

I'd never even known love.

"We were..."

We were...

Born for love and revolution.

This is good.

It is?

Very good. Really good. Great.

I thought so.

There's power in your diary.

Now I can write.

Qur story?

Yes.

"The setting sun".

We should hide her eyes.

The virgin Mary is pure.

She has no idea what we're doing.

Do you know this line from the poet lermontov?

"Only when the oyster is ill does it hold a Pearl.”

Something of beauty can only come from one who is damaged.

It's beautiful.

I'll come back soon.

Why did you come back?

I'm not going. I'll start writing tomorrow.

I don't want to leave.

Rather a mistress who is loved...

Than a wife who is not.

Dazai must die by sea!

No!

I've had it with the sea.

When the waves hit, the girl got scared.

Just when I thought it was over...

She suddenly called out another man's name.

I gave her a kick!

You bastard!

Fool!

Her curse has found me!

Grant me a river next time!

That's awful! I'm disappointed.

I thought you were a man who suffered.

I suffer when I can't write. It fills my whole being, and so...

I drink!

Answer me seriously. What do you want to do before you die?

To love, I guess.

While you're married?

Yes. Even if it kills me.

That's all wrong.

Right?

Each to his own.

Yes! I just love a career woman.

It's not that unusual.

Tomie! Wow!

No, thank you. That kind of love is just men's nonsense.

Is it?

Maybe it's immoral to fall in love when you have a family.

It's not nonsense.

It makes sense.

Sense of the most primitive kind!

Yes!

How?

We were born for love and revolution.

"I'm pregnant. Shizuko."

Water's best, isn't it. It's ferocious.

That river scares me.

Oh?

They call it "the man-eater".

It doesn't give bodies back.

That's perfect.

I want to vanish like that, leaving nothing behind.

Me...

Sir?

Sir?

Stop being so difficult, please! I just asked how you were getting on.

Sir?

I'm blocked, I told you. You're a pest, you know.

No!

Why not?

I'm...

It's all right.

You like me.

Sir! Please!

Damn that guy!

You're a pest, you know that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

That's good.

That's good!

Great!

Great!

What's this bug?

Shoo!

Shoo!

Shoo!

Where's the bug?

It's gone. I'm saved.

Just look at you!

Yep. I'm a real mess.

It won't be long now.

I wish it would hurry up.

People like this story.

"Villon's wife" is the perfect writer's wife.

Everyone thinks you were the model.

You wrote it because you'd hate a doormat like her.

Nobody understands that.

I wonder why...

I've never seen you write until you were this sick before.

It's not working.

You're not writing?

I'm afraid.

He hasn't been in touch since you said you were pregnant.

He can't, that's all.

Here I finally manage to make it home...

And I can't face anyone because of my sister.

You can't face anyone? Like who?

What?

I don't care about whoever you can't face.

I live by my own rules.

That would be fine if you could make it on your own.

You don't understand.

This is art.

It's special.

Reality and public opinion don't matter.

It's a revolution.

I finally read your "villon's wife".

It's magnificent.

I wish I had a wife like that!

Me, too!

You see?

He's not even looking this way.

They talk about "writing" and "art", and this is all it is.

It's stupid.

I'll blow smoke and push my way through this.

You're drinking?

She's having...

Keep your voice down!

I prayed she wouldn't get pregnant, but she insisted we do it.

But you said yes? And your wife?

She doesn't know, and don't ever tell her.

I won't, but still...

Telling her now will make it even harder for me to write.

All right.

Go get that other girl for me.

Her?

Go on. I need magic tonight.

Get going.

Run!

Hello!

Sir! Look who's here!

It's here! The magic bottle!

Pour Mr. dazai some!

Um...

Princess!

I'd love some.

You're hopeless!

More! More!

Now I'll be drunk.

Cheers!

Thank you!

Thank you!

"The color of the star

"of a man's true love

"alone in the night-time sky

"blazing forth in feeling"

who's that?

The "setting sun" woman.

"His heart set, his life on the line"

Um...

Are you hungry? Would you like some noodles?

"His heart set, his life on the line"

it's love, isn't it.

Me, too. I love his writing.

Yes, I like what he says.

He's a poet.

The other day, he talked about "love and revolution".

"We were born for love and revolution."

I wrote that.

Here I am!

Imal

my best friend! I'm glad you're here!

Ok, lover-boy. Settle down!

I read "villon's wife".

You shouldn't be writing about your wife like that!

You, too?

A novel is not a true story.

But michiko's your model.

The perfect writer's wife. Marrying the likes of you...

And sticking with you no matter how big a fool you are.

That's love.

Anyway, let's change the subject.

Why?

He's right.

That's not his wife.

There's no wife like that!

Hey!

She doesn't exist.

No wife would forgive a husband who just does whatever he wants.

A real wife would be furious. She'd go through the roof.

W atch it.

She exists.

"Villon's wife" exists.

I think there are people who would sacrifice everything for love.

So your wife is number one?

Romance is short-lived.

A man does what he wants and has love waiting at home?

Is that it?

He doesn't mean...

"Romance" is bad and "love" is good? I don't understand that.

I don't understand "love".

And I was married, too.

But...

Romance I understand. It's painful, but it's thrilling.

There's nothing wrong with it.

Romance is the best thing there is.

If it's bad, let me be bad.

A fallen woman.

I've always preferred bad, anyway.

Mr. dazai...

Rain.

It's going to fall.

Since we're talking about "fallen".

What?

I'm in pain.

When I think of you, I'm in pain.

Oh, dear!

I'm not afraid.

Of death?

Will you love me to death?

I must resolve myself.

I respect him deeply.

Declaration of war.

"Shincho magazine"

"love and revolution"!

I wish I could love that way!

Thank you, "setting sun". We're selling all we can print.

Smile.

It's cheap sentimental trash.

Don't tell dazai that.

Be at his Beck and call, and keep him writing.

He's a great author now.

I'm living now...

For you.

In the next world we'll truly be man and wife.

We'll always be together.

No one will understand why we died, will they.

It's proof we were in love.

Love hurts, doesn't it.

I wish I'd been born close to you, if only as your sister.

We'd have always been together.

With my sister...

I couldn't do this.

I love how "setting sun" ends.

"We will live like the sun, in struggle with the old morality."

How did you know that was exactly what I was thinking?

I love you.

Every day I don't see you I try to get as close as I can.

I stand outside your house for hours.

Have you felt me there?

Shuji!

I'm the only one who's happy. Forgive me.

There. You look fine.

Does this look like a great writer's gut?

Who's going to see it tonight?

Naoya shiga, yasunari kawabata, haruo sato...

You'll need more dignity, then.

"The setting sun" is big news.

So they say.

But no praise from you, right?

When will you be back?

Hmm...

I'l come back a great author.

You're an idiot, you know.

They made fun of you and you left?

They invited me there to laugh at me.

"Your story is trash.

It's just a woman getting dumped.”

Naoya shiga hadn't even read it.

The usual.

Well, I liked "setting sun".

Damn right! It's a masterpiece.

I outsold you, sakaguchi.

Not a masterpiece.

You used her diary, right?

For reference. I wanted that feel.

And it took you over. What she wrote didn't mesh with what you wanted.

You don't understand, either.

Yes, I do.

It's not about a woman being abandoned.

It's about a woman abandoning society.

But if that doesn't come across, then it's your fault.

So write for idiots?

Write a ferocious book that even idiots understand.

That won't be enough.

Let me see...

Take a scalpel and cut into your flesh.

Spill out your guts and show them to everyone.

Like you're dissecting yourself.

An autopsy.

Yes.

And when that devil's work is done, then you can die happy.

That is a masterpiece.

Am I wrong?

Shuji...

I found some cherries.

See? They don't want to come apart.

Just like us.

Shuji?

Hello?

Sir!

You have a visitor.

I didn't expect you so soon.

I'm here to inform you that my sister had a baby girl on the 12th.

I'm happy all went well.

Can we name her "haruko"?

The character for "osamu" can also be read "haru".

"Haruko", like this.

Not bad, right?

What do you think?

Yes.

"Ota, haruko"

"dazai, osamu 12 nov. 1947"

Did you know?

"Setting sun" is about shizuko.

I thought you'd have realized.

I think Mr. dazai does, too.

Don't!

Let me go! Let me die!

Don't you go dying alone on me.

All right?

Didn't I say we'd go together when the time came?

Is this what you planned from the start?

That I'd find out and it'd be over?

No.

Liar!

You said you wanted us to love each other to death!

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

We met a bit too late.

Two months earlier, and I wouldn't have gone to izu.

I want a baby.

I want one. I want a baby, too.

All right.

Yeah, good idea.

Really?

Yeah.

I want you to have my child.

But that girl already has the character for your name.

Don't cry.

"Shuji" is my real name.

There's still the "shu".

No!

The character for your name, every hair on your head...

I want them all to myself!

I'm sorry.

But I'm glad.

Glad you think so much of me.

I made a mistake.

You should have spoken up then.

Don't go to izu. If you do, I'll die.

I won't. I'll stay with you.

Promise?

Hope to die.

Really?

Always? Forever? Will you be with me?

Yes.

So stay alive...

Until I say it's time.

Keep that promise!

"Horsehair crab ¥1400"

I'll have one of those.

Going for it, are you? You'll be broke next month.

That's ok.

It's fine.

"Li was thinking I'd die."

So?

She's quitting work.

You're not leaving her?

I couldn't do that.

What's going on? You don't love her.

After the "setting sun” girl you're just getting into more trouble.

What do you want me to do?

They're all lovely. They all come to me.

What else can I do?

And you walk away again.

It's a book about a cheap affair tricked out with "love" and "revolution".

It's a book about a cheap affair tricked out with "love" and "revolution".

Just an affair? You have one, then.

I wouldn't.

I wouldn't walk all over someone.

Do you really think that doesn't bother me?

If that's a play for sympathy, then I'm disgusted.

This is what I am. If you don't like it, get lost.

There's lots of editors around.

No. I just meant...

Write that book.

"No longer human".

Seven years ago you said you wanted to write it.

A man disqualified as human.

That's you, isn't it.

Write it.

Drink, women, drugs, suicide.

Only you can.

A novel steeped in sin.

Are you done?

Sorry.

Shuji.

Look. A crab.

Shuji!

Shuji!

Father?

What are you doing?

Hi.

Come on. Your father's working.

Working?

Yes. We mustn't interrupt him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Letting you see him like that.

Mommy...

Mommy can't take much more.

No.

I'll be fine.

Look.

See? That's mount fuji.

Isn't it big!

Your father and I...

Lived near there after a friend arranged our marriage.

We didn't have a thing.

Your father had had problems. He was a mess.

Like a ghost.

But every day he'd write his stories.

For me...

Every character he wrote down...

Was like it was glittering on the paper.

Your father is a genius. I'm sure of that.

He has more talent than anyone.

He's going to write greater and greater books.

Go in there.

Father?

Father!

Father!

Father!

Shuji!

An overdose of sleeping pills.

Forget that for now. The problem is his lungs.

Why have you let it go this far?

He hates hospitals.

Stop him drinking and smoking.

Or he'll die.

Do you want him to?

"The setting sun"

I'll take one.

Me, too.

"The hit novel, now in paperback!"

The paperback's selling like crazy.

Even the kids know about it now.

But no new novel.

In the shape he is? He's a wreck!

Drink, tuberculosis, or women. Let's bet which one kills him.

Women.

Tuberculosis.

I vote "women".

Me, too.

I can't do it.

No more today.

I want a baby!

Please!

"We were born for love and revolution."

Mommy wrote that, you know. Great, huh?

What would you think if my name was on the cover, too?

Beside daddy's.

But we shouldn't call him "daddy". His wife wouldn't like that.

Call him "dazzy".

Ok, haru?

Come on.

Only Mr. dazai could have written that!

"The setting sun tribe", people call them. It's a movement.

The whole country knows Mr. dazai!

Yes!

Everyone wants him.

There's a play, and a movie.

His name's in the papers every day!

Every girl wants to live strong like kazuko.

Have you all read this?

Naoya shiga has finally read "setting sun".

"Li don't like the way he poses."

Like this?

Or this?

Or maybe this?

In that case, I will have to respond.

"Dazai slays the establishment!"

I'll abuse them up, down, and sideways.

Who here's got the guts to publish it?

You've gotta be kidding!

Mel

great, sakura.

Now I'll start talking to you again.

I'm so happy to hear that.

That's nice!

Are you sure?

I hate Mr. dazai's writing.

Throwing "death" around to cover up how feeble it is.

Who are you?

Mishima.

Yukio mishima.

Oh.

So...

Who's that?

He's a young writer, and also a treasury official.

Well!

I'm honored! A writer and a civil servant.

So it's feeble to say in a book that you're going to die?

You can babble on about dying all you want.

All the readers will care about is how you do it.

You turn literature into a freak show to sell books.

Are you ready to die in front of your readers?

Hey! Don't be rude!

Have a little sense!

Sir!

Sir!

Stop that!

That's disgusting!

Sorry. Failed again.

Look forward to next time.

Doesn't it bother you?

No one really understands what you write.

You know that.

So why keep writing?

Try it yourself and see.

In your heart you like me, don't you.

That's why you came here.

I despise you!

How do you stay alive?

A sight to behold!

These lungs make me feel...

Like I've become an angry god!

Let's go.

A telegram? From the hospital?

No.

Oh.

Thank you.

The tax office?

Aren't you going to the hospital?

When your father gets back.

He's not coming back. He never does.

He said he would.

He won't.

He's working, with that woman.

He'll be back. I'm sure of it.

Come and play.

That much?!

A painful resemblance.

Not to me. They look like those two.

Like she was Mary.

She gets up my nose.

It looks like Mary wants to be famous.

I want my name on the book, too.

What if I talked to him in Tokyo and we both went to the publisher?

I'll write him and ask when's a good day to come.

Won't that be fun, meeting dazzy?

Do whatever you like.

Oh, shit!

Shit shit shit!

She'll ruin me!

I thought we'd settled this. I sent her ¥10,000!

It seems she's spent it all.

I vomited blood writing that!

I'll see her. There's no choice.

If there's no other way, we can all die.

We can't do that. There's a kid involved!

Then go ahead and meet her. I'll be fine.

I've got some cyanide.

All right. I won't see her.

I love you!

Hello? Sir?

Your wife...

What do you hope to accomplish?

Why not just start over? I'm sure you can do it alone.

You should leave him.

Mr. sakura, do you like "the setting sun"?

I really love it.

Only someone who's truly strayed from the path can understand it.

Are you crying?

Why is everyone against me?

It's due next month. It's the price of a house.

A drink.

No.

A drink!

There's none here!

Damn!

I don't need to pay these taxes!

How did they get that high?

It's over. Everything.

I hate it all.

Next month is our 1st anniversary as man and wife.

What should I make? He loves crab, and chicken hotpot...

And maybe bamboo shoots.

But they're out of season. So maybe eel, and...

What else?

They say...

I should shut myself away in the mountains.

They say at this rate I'll die if I stay in Tokyo.

They say cut off all my ties, get myself better...

And come home.

It used to be like that, didn't it.

Every day with mount fuji filling up the whole window.

Always hearing you moving around in the next room.

Do you remember those days?

Wake up, will you! Mr. dazai doesn't care about you.

The plan is for him to move to the country and write.

You know that?

Let go.

Why can't you see that?!

He'll abandon you and live! That's what he's like.

He doesn't have the guts to die!

There'll be nothing left of you.

No book about you, no baby, nothing!

You're just a woman who had nothing to begin with!

Stop it!

He'll die. He'll do it right!

Because I'll be with him. I'll make sure.

I am the one who'll be with him forever!

Where are you going?

The hospital. I got a telegram.

You mean...?

My sister died.

Our parents are dead.

I'd hoped to be with her at the end.

Don't come back.

If you're not coming back to us as a family...

There's no point.

Destroy everything.

Then you'll be able to write what you want.

You always stop just short, and come back here alive.

You can heal yourself and come back, but I won't respect that.

You can write...

Something even greater.

So destroy yourself, and destroy all of us.

Go and write a true masterpiece.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Take care of sonoko and masaki.

"There is no point in attacking others.

"What you must attack is their gods.

"There is a writer named naoya shiga. He is an amateur.

"Like a college baseball player...

"That 'magnificence' he pretends to...

"Is nothing more than conceit.

"They know nothing of anguish.

"But what most offends me about Japan's older writers..."

Comma here.

And here.

Character here.

You think I should be writing a novel instead of attacking other writers?

Yes.

But these are your words. It's my job to put them out.

Here she is.

What's wrong?

Nothing, but...

It's fine.

Keep going.

The title is "thus I have heard".

You will bear witness to my last torrents of abuse.

"Their confidence in themselves disgusts me.

"From where does this confidence come?

"What, to put it this way, are their gods?

"'Home and family'. The egoism this implies.

"To be blunt, it is simply to think your own wife and child are adorable."

You're home!

I'm back.

I was working.

Working?

I helped elder sister to tidy up.

Masaki! You'll get all dirty!

You're getting me all dirty!

You'll get me all dirty!

Now we're both dirty.

Mommy?

Rub rub rub!

You, too!

Slap slap slap!

Up we come!

On your feet!

Rub rub!

Rub rub!

Come on, masaki.

Up you come!

Up you come!

You're all dirty!

Right to your nose!

Rub rub!

What's this bug?

Shoo!

Shoo!

There aren't any bugs in winter, are there.

Father?

Right!

Right!

The flag of Japan.

Shall I say "hurray"?

Hurray!

Hurray!

Shuji!

Shuji!

Made it!

Don't go! Don't leave me!

I'm not dying yet.

Not for a while yet!

I'm going to destroy everything.

Everything. Wreck it all.

The snow.

That house.

Mount fuji.

What else? What else is left?

Destroy everything...

And write...

"No longer human".

Shuji, please! Don't leave me behind.

You're lovely!

You're the only one I have.

There's only you.

I'll write it, and we'll go.

Come with me.

Shuji!

Write.

Write.

Write.

Write.

Write.

Write.

"The first notebook my life has been a life of much shame."

"Clowning"

"To michiko tsushima"

"no longer human"

they found the bodies!

Just upstream from mansuke bridge.

Mrs. tsushima? Did you hear?

They found the bodies!

Give us a comment, please!

We know you're in there!

"Michiko I loved you more than anyone."

Here, mother.

Thank you.

Missus...

Are you doing laundry?

Yes. The sun's finally come out.

What was your relationship with osamu dazai?

He was the love of my life.

The gentleman gave me everything I ever wanted.

With this memory of him, I can live as if I were in a dream.

"'Diary of the setting sun' by shizuko ota"

Let's not do this.

Not tonight, anyway.

Maybe tomorrow, or in a few days...

No, why don't we just live?

I don't know how long I've got, but I'll always be with you.

So let's both of us live.

I don't need to.

I want to die...

With you.

Here, and now.

If we don't, we're sure to part one day.

I looked up a way to tie us together so we'll never get loose.

For always, forever...

We'll never part.

There.

Let's go.

Sure.