All language subtitles for GOLD.E04.720p.HDTV.x264.AAC-CHDTV

Don't ever become timid.

The world will truly be moved when you win a gold.

Those who have given up their fights can't stay in the Saotome home.

- Mother.
- Leave!

Don't see her again.

There won't be any contact again. Not from my side.

I still don't know why he's getting close to you.

Though you say it's bullying,

there's an aspect that's completely different from before.

Bullying on the internet is really cruel.

It's especially serious for girls.

It's shocking that they use such dirty words so often.

What do you think, Saotome-san?

It seems you haven't said anything yet.

Ah, I'm sorry. How should I say...

We've been repeating this kind of debate over and over.

So that means,

in the end, nobody's able to find a way of solving the problem

regarding the never-ending habit of humans to hurt others.

Putting that aside, do you have any ideas?

Wouldn't it be to first repeal all elementary and middle private schools?

Children from different economical environments and upbringings should attend the same school.

You! Such a thing is impossible.

Parents always want their children to go to a famous school, one with a sense of security.

It is impossible.

But I feel it is putting children with similar academic strengths and

with parents of similar economic strengths in the same place that causes the problem.

Meaning?

Finding a leader is difficult.

Long ago, even if they couldn't study there was a child who was the boss.

Of course there was bullying,

but that was a type of rite of passage for the boss' followers.

If the relationship is settled,

the boss came into the position of protecting the followers.

And then there was order.

In other words, compulsory education should all be in public schools.

Furthermore, isn't it necessary
to make a child's life until adolescence

more diverse in order to produce charismatic children?

A boss monkey that everyone loves.

And that's a B-child.

Yes.

The ultimate beautiful child.

- Hey.
- Yes?

- The person over there.
- Souma-san?

She's the person in charge here.

I see. As I thought.

Souma...

What is it?

Isn't it a problem having her work here?

You don't know?

She killed her own child.

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Ah, that's right.

This is it.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Ah, Rika-chan. Welcome home.

I'll call the police!

They're my friends from middle school.

I'm sorry.

You thought he was being extorted or something?

Well, yea.

Both Brother Kou and I went to the local public school in elementary and middle school.

I said a private school would be good, since there are a lot of vulgar guys.

- And the president?
- Said there're no legends.

Legends?

A long time ago, there were stories of honour students being close friends with delinquants.

But now, rich families go to private schools.
Poor people go to public schools.

They'll have nothing in common because they're separated since childhood.

That might be true.

It was great for me.

Brother Kou was two years ahead of me, so even those delinquent guys

just left me alone with a glance, saying, "You Kou's younger brother?"

- Kou-kun?
- He was competing.

With the baddest guy at school.

But it seems like they became good friends later.

And it seems like that guy is now the president of Kantou's biggest gang.

- Scary!
- As expected.

I had Akira quite and go to a private school.

The girls will thank me if it happens to be alright in the end.

- Right, Kin-chan?
- Wait, wait, wait.

Wait a second. What is this, Kin-chan?

It's his name. Kin-chan from gold (kin) medal.

Shouldn't this be fine if it's a present from Yuuri?

It wasn't a present. I had to take out a loan.

Because Mom's strict about money.

Even for us, if we don't clean the pool

we won't get our allowance.

What? There aren't any more side dishes!

Dad ate it all.

It was you, saying "yummy yummy".

Ah, Rika-chan, bring me that miso soup.

What am I, your maid?!

You can't talk so loud.

Right, right. Kin-chan's scared.

- It's not Kin-chan!
- Ah, scary.

But a girl's room sure is nice.

Yea. Ah, what a nice smell.
- Get out!

This is the bed Rika-chan sleeps in.

- Ah, so soft.
- Get out!

- Ah, scary!
- Scary!

Aren't they mean, Francois?

Kin-chan...

There've been no messages for me either.

She didn't come home yesterday?

Akira held hands with the cameraman in front of me and said,

"If you won't acknowledge us then I won't dive anymore."

"I won't aim for the Olympics."

And?

"You're using your childhood dream for something this trivial?"

- Is what I said.
- And Akira?

"That isn't my dream. It's Mama's dream."

That's not true.

However it was in the beginning,

it also became an objective of our own.

I rejected them saying,

"I won't acknowledge you, no matter what you say to me."

That's why she ran away from home.

- Just like a spoiled kid.
- It's nothing to laugh about.

If she's at his place.

Should I do something?

You?

You found out he's in a gang in Shibuya, right?

Even I know some people there.

Kou, I'm happy you want to help,

but I won't have this become your scandal.

- But...

- A prince doesn't play the social outcast.

I'll do something about it.

I was the original cause of this.

I bet there are people who want to say that.

Stop talking about that already.

Jouji, can you take that person along too?

That person? You mean your husband?

Yes.

You're kidding.

A peaceful settlement can also become unsettled.

It's about his daughter.

He'll complain later if you take this lightly.

- But.
- Plus.

Plus,

I don't think of that Utsugi cameraman as lightly as you do.

That he's just going after money. Something like that.

Mother.

There's definitly something.

Something more we don't know.

Did she really kill her child?

- Thanks for the hard work.
- Thanks for the hard work.

We didn't think President knew about Chief Souma.

That she had such a past.

Um, just what about Souma-san?

She killed her own child.

- What? No way.
- It was horrible abuse.

She was obsessed with pachinko.
[Pachinko is a gambling game in Japan that resembles a vertical pinball machine.]

Her child, left in the car in the parking lot,
[Pachinko is a gambling game in Japan that resembles a vertical pinball machine.]

died of heatstroke.
[Pachinko is a gambling game in Japan that resembles a vertical pinball machine.]

Pachinko? Is that true?
[Pachinko is a gambling game in Japan that resembles a vertical pinball machine.]

By chance a customer of mine used to be her neighbor,

and it seems it was a big issue at the time.

President, all the other staff know about it already.

Everyone's nervous that having such a person as a superior is bad.

That is true...

We think this is something President can't overlook.

We thought we had to tell you.

Yes, thank you for informing us.

If the media finds out, it would cause serious damage to the President, who advocates base-make child-rearing.

That's enough.

I understand the situation.

Please leave and continue your work.

Yes. Ah, but...

We can't just leave the chief as a superior like this.

It would be too late if the customers find out.

Do you plan on cutting into other people's affairs?

No, we didn't mean to...

Excuse us.

Um...President...

Do you also plan on cutting into other people's affairs?

No, I don't mean to...

I understand already.

I already knew, about Souma-san.

- Even still you...
- Of course.

It's because she was capable.

In fact, she did very well until now.

In regards to the customers.
And in regards to the staff.

But.

The time her incident happened

was right when I got pregnant with Tomo

and I went to the hospital for a check up.

Is that so.

She was hysterical.

She ran in carrying her son who had just turned three.

Even though the doctor performed CPR,

he was already long gone.

She was scattering about, not like herself.

She looked like a lunatic.

Have you ever seen tears?

Tears of blood.

The vessels in her eyes were torn, and her tears became thin and dyed in red.

I had never seen such maddening tears.

Before or after that.

That's the reason why I hired her.

Understand?

Yes.

You take bourbon on the rocks, right?

Ah, yes.

You sure are strong.

I simply don't get very drunk.

Your body will break down if you don't keep it moderate.

Since President tells me so.
Work's also been busy.

Someone must be working you hard.

Ah, yes.

President, I think you've already heard,

but if I stay as a supervisor

I feel it will cause problems for you.

You too...

Yes.

Plan on meddling with other's affairs?

Ah, no.

Let's stop this talk for tonight.

I just wanted to drink with you again after such a long time.

It's been 10 years since then, huh.

Yes.

I don't often praise people,

but you were wonderful.

Very much so.

You're the only one who would say such things.

I understood how you felt

when you said you wanted to quit training and become more free.

That's why when the President told you to leave,

I found her to be the cruel one.

Thanks for taking my side.

But I wonder about you now when I see you like this.

Even I'm thinking about a lot of things.

Though I think it's fine to have these moments since you're young.

Right?

But since I am a girl after all,

I think guys who work really hard for something

are definitly cooler.

I get it.

Even though I really liked myself, honestly I don't know about me now

and even get annoyed sometimes.

Then...

Living a normal life isn't a problem.

As long as there's no intense training.

Ah, dammit! I said it.

I was thinking I'd only tell Dad.

I shouldn't tell you.

You'd say something like, "That's not cool."

My chest feels hot sometimes.

The vessels in my heart squeezes tightly like this.

So I had the athletics association's doctor check on it.

Something about a valve disease.

My head went blank in the middle and I stopped listening.

I'm sorry. I didnt know anything about it.

You don't really have to apologize.

And stop making that face.

You see, my dad and I are both gloomy and weak.

- What about your mother?
- I won't ever tell her.

I also had my dad keep his mouth shut,

so don't you ever tell Mother either.

Why?

It can't be helped, with such a reason.

- You can go back home, too.
- No way.

I don't want Mother to think I'm defective.

Ren-kun...

Anyone but my mom.

What are you saying? You're her son.

There's no way she would think that.

I love the way Mom looks when I take first place the best.

Dammit.

I'll never be able to see it again.

Look, like this. It seems there's a kind of hypnotic effect

when you see the simple movements of the balls flipping.

They say it works best on honest people,

but alpha and beta waves go to your brain. Yea.

At the end, even theta waves come out. Yea.

Is that so.

Well I just play absent-mindedly though.

Like, "Dammit, just come out already you bastard." Yea.

Shall we go already?

Can I borrow another 10,000 yen?

This is about your daughter.

I'm joking, joking.

Has anyone named Utsugi come around? A cameraman.

No, no clue.

You know where he lives?

What are you, a detective?

No way. No detective can be such a lady-killer.

Hm? Ah. You know, don't you?

How nostalgic.

We did this a lot when we were kids.

Yea.

Maybe I'll change into a yukata too.
[A yukata is a casual summer kimono made of cotton.]

[A yukata is a casual summer kimono made of cotton.]

Kou.

Yes?

Have you also heard about Souma-san?

Yea, from the gym staff.

This kind of rumor spreads fast.

What did you think?

Honestly, I thought it was horrible.

That Souma-san could possibly...

I still can't believe it now.

It's true.

I see.

I had known about it since before.

Yea. Since it's your business after all.

About if I should discharge her or not...

There's the issue of the staff's morale, and the coorporation's image.

But...

aside from all that, I think of her as an individual.

Are you asking me for advice on this?

Yes.

Sorry.

But this is something you always said.

When women are discussing things,

you can't help it even if they say one way is better.

You already have the answer.

You just want them to listen.

Did I say that?

For example, when she asks "Does the blue or red outfit match better?"

You told me to casually answer with "What do you think?"

And when she mumbles to herself, "I think the red one's better."

"I think so too."

You told me to say that without hesitation.

Yea.

What do you think you should do, Mother?

I...

think I should dismiss her.

It's probably extremely difficult for her to work as a supervisor with those stares.

I think so too.

I'll go change.

Brother Kou is awesome, huh.

He is.

There was someone who knew that Utsugi bastard,

but not that closely.

Like their lips were sealed shut.

Ah, what about the publisher?

He's not a company employee so they only contact him on his cell phone.

Ah, wouldn't it be better if we got a private investigator?

No, doesn't seem so.

What do you guys want with Utsugi?

No violence.

This is an emergency, right?

We don't even know if he kidnapped my daughter.

Yuuri warned you, right?

It'll hurt the Saotome.

What the hell are you mumbling about?

Shut up, you bastards. You're annoying.

Wait, wait, wait. Hey you.

Aren't you more hot-blooded than me?

Well said.

These guys aren't disciplined.

Base-make, huh.

Yea.

Then, lock up the doors properly today too.

Why?

Why are you purposely staying in a hotel?

Well I am a guy after all.

I don't have the confidence to spend a normal night in the same room with you.

You'll cross the line?

Most likely.

Then there's no need to be worried.

Because we're not doing anything wrong.

Akira.

This isn't anything wrong either.

I can't believe it. You went along with it.

No. You know, the food stand.
Had a little alcohol.

I'm shocked.

Sorry.

And the apartment? Did you get any information?

No.

I only got information about the personal cell phone he uses.

And?

He said he'd meet if it's just two people.

So, you?

Not me. With Akashi-san.

It's Akira's father. What if he gets angry then?

I don't know what he's thinking.

But Akira's at that guy's place willingly.

It can't be helped.

Shark extract was kneaded into sea salt.

It's our new body lotion product.

A guinea pig again...

This isn't going to make my skin dry, right?
["Shark" and "dry skin" are both pronounced "sa-me".]

["Shark" and "dry skin" are both pronounced "sa-me".]

It will most likely be fine.
["Shark" and "dry skin" are both pronounced "sa-me".]

"Most likely"...

People often tell me that my skin is sensitive.

Ah, not by a boyfriend.

Souma-san?

How's Souma-san?

She looked pale so I told her it would be better if she left early.

Jouji, gather the employees in the lobby.

Sales, general affairs, management, gym staff.

Gather all the employees at once.

- Yuuri.
- Go!

Understood.

You, gather all the esthetics staff who aren't taking care of customers.

Ye...yes.

The president said to gather in the lobby immediately.

The president's holding a meeting. This is the first time.

[Saotome]

- My feet are numb.
- You're a hopeless one.

Can I change?

Ow...

Ren, we can't let them know you're taking a break from track and field.

It will be leaked from the track and field association anyway.

Plus, I'm not taking a break. I quit.

Anyway, let's stop talking about this for today.

Akira's also in that kind of situation.
- I get it.

We're aiming for gold, as always.

That's Saotome's...
- Fate.

Understood.

Thanks for waiting.

Where's Akira?

She's been aggravated with a cold.

That's not good.

Controlling one's physical condition is a requirement of an athlete.

I'm sorry.

Well, nevermind.

Tell her what I'm going to discuss with you today.

Yes.

Some objectionable literature arrived at my office the day before yesterday.

It had "Saotome's Secret" overemphasized on the front cover.

I could have ignored it,

but I couldn't have it cause a commotion for you if it was leaked from some strange place.

That's what I thought.

It's about Shuuichi.

There'll be people who tell you a mix a of fact and fiction.

There'd be no end if you worry about each and every one of them.

It's because both fans and anti's are put together that it becomes a legend.

None of them know the real me.

President, they've all been gathered.

But computers and cellphones have gotten really convenient,

and we can even go to space normally.

Yet, why is it that our hearts alone haven't evolved?

Hey, Yuuri.

Why can't people help

hurting others no matter what?

I was called to be on a debate program on TV the other day.

The topic wasn't something new.

It was about the formal education of today.

Monster parents. Short-tempered children.

And the problem of bullying.

It was all just boring talk.

As usual, even though our world has become convenient and our civilization progressed,

the hearts of people alone haven't progressed.

As usual.

That was expected.

And such usual things aren't only in the world of children,

but happen in the world of adults of good age as well.

For example, the unsightly jeering in the National Diet.

For example, exposing someone's past and harassing them as a group.

It can't be helped, no matter what you say.

The true nature of these people won't change.

But if anything like this happened around me,

they won't be forgiven.

I will never forgive them.

If you ask about the circumstances, her husband was cheating on her

and the relationship with her mother-in-law who was living with them was also bad.

It seems like it was painful to be at home and so she escaped to pachinko.

Only then could she forget.

Yes, that's right. So what? That's no excuse.

Because it's the truth that she let her son die.

She doesn't need to be told.

She knows this herself the best.

I met her at the hospital by chance.

She soothed her son's body that had been long dead

for hours upon hours in a state of shock

without handing him over to the nurse or the police.

Before long both her tears and raised voice were gone.

I'd never seen someone like that before.

I'd never seen someone in so much pain.

But what I felt at that moment was,

"Ah, this person...this woman...this mother...

will surely commit suicide."

"What should I do? How can I help her?"

I...

"You can't die."

"It will be the easy way out so you can't."

"Live. Live. You must suffer every day, every night."

"That is how grave your sin is."

She reacted for the first time to those words.

From then on she worked under me.

Of course she divorced,

and she also broke off relations with her family.

But was that really for the best?

To her, was living

really for the best?

Suicide is just an escape.

I told her that so she wouldn't die.

But, that...

couldn't have been easy.

Without wanting any prescribed drugs from the psychiatrist,

she didn't run away from it and accepted her suffering.

I think she is wonderful.

Even if she never atones for her sins,

I think this person who continues to live so maddeningly is wonderful.

But, even so...

If you still say you want to end her life,

I will not forgive you either.

As it is now, she will continue to be a supervisor.

Yuuri.

If any of you are dissatisfied with this, please hand in your letter of resignation.

President.

Esthetician staff.

You are the best of experts.

You will be useful wherever you go.

But remember this.

Your work isn't only your technique.

The power of imagination to heal others is also important.

The same goes for the other employees.

It's the same for everyone alive.

Possessing the power of imagination,

I believe we need to develop our hearts.

Nothing further.

Uncle Shuuichi wasn't in an accident, but commited suicide?

Such rumors don't matter.

There'd be no end if we addressed every one of them.

Of course.

If I thought it was foolish slander.

Is it true?

It is.

I have his will on hand.

Does Mother know about this?

That's right. Grandfather, does Mother know?

By the way, what about you? Have you ever been bullied?

President, you spoke wonderfully.

Ah, to think, if only there was someone like President by my side at the time.

- That painful of a situation?
- Yes.

Due to my father's transfer I was a transfer student in junior high.

I see. A common story.

I was really bullied horribly.

- Especially by the girls.
- You probably did something too, right?

No way. I didn't do anything.

It was just that the most popular boy in class ended up liking me.

- And they couldn't handle that.
- Jealousy. It happens often.

Even though I didn't do anything wrong.

At that time, it seems like even the

second and third most popular guys liked me.

Even the homeroom teacher said I was pretty

and started to openly favor me.

Why did I have to be the girls' target?

Besides, it's not my fault I'm pretty.

I was told by the leader of the group.

"Then it'd be fine if you got plastic surgery."

- It was total hell.
- I'm thirsty.

Can you get me some tea from the vending machine there?

Ah, yes. Understood.

President, the receipt...

President?

President, that's mean. Why...?

Souma-san?

I can't take it.

Your matter has already been closed.

That's right, Souma-san.

Yuuri went in front of the whole staff.

You shouldn't have, President.

You should know that best.

It's difficult to gather all the best estheticians.

It's fine.

Even though Yuuri said to write a letter of resignation if they had complaints,

nobody will.

I also think so.

Maybe for a while.

But those girls are different from normal employees.

There are also those who will eventually aim for independence if they could.

Keeping them tied down

will harvest their opinions greatly.

Not to mention, if the customers found out about it,

there will naturally be many who are uncomfortable.

You do understand, right?

All the more so if my efforts are to be evaluated somewhat.

If the girls leave one after another,

to eventually not maintain the department

will be the most difficult thing for me.

Besides...

Besides, it's strange, President.

To tell me not to die,

and then want to commit a double suicide with me.

You're determined, right?

Yes.

Impossible.

I declared in front of the whole staff that you will be staying.

President.

Plus, I still need your strength.

Plus. Plus!

I do not need your concern.

In accordance to our promise,

I will never think of suicide even if I am alone.

Stop it.

That's not what I'm saying.

President...

Yuuri.

It's enough already.

She understands your feelings completely.

Yes.

I understand.

I'll accept this.

Yes.

You've taken care of me for a long time.

I was really very happy to have worked alongside you, President.

I'm sure you're about the only person who would say that.

Goodbye.

Nothing.

It's understandable that you're worried,

but Akira-chan is doing extremely well.

- To Akira, you...
- I didn't do anything.

I told her I was staying in a hotel to look cool,

but I'm staying at a friend's house.

Like I'd believe that.

There's a reason.

Of course she's attractive,

but I have my reasons for not touching her.

Because it's a crime. Isn't it obscene? Akira's a minor.

It's different if we're dating.

There are even lots of junior high students who have experience now.

Like I care about now!

Akira is my daughter.

Don't put her together with everyone else.

Well sorry about that.

Whatever, let me see Akira. Where are you hiding her?

I'm not really hiding her.

She's in the apartment across the street.

Ninth floor. Room 902.

Wait a second.

Don't be so panicked.

You'll be hated by young kids if you're too proud.

Shut up.

As long as Akira's ok you're useless.

What I said earlier.

Have you caught on to anything?

Is this your first time, too, President? I got this much.

It's beginner's luck.

President! You have a super reach!

The reason why I won't touch Akira-chan.

No, not won't.

Can't.

You gay?

No.

Ah, too bad.

Oh no. More's coming out.

Maybe someone's favoring me. Even though I didn't ask for it.

President? Where are you going?

I still have to exchange these.

Our blood is too close.

Since we are cousins.

What did you say?

My father...

is Saotome Shuuichi.

Who commited suicide.