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Studio kajino presents
Once upon a time.
Returning to my hometown.
The 1st day 30 days remain.
Do you sell cigarettes?
We don't carry them.
I'm sorry!
Out of cigarettes?
It's a ritual.
Oh, before?|By the tracks?
Yes, I was performing a ritual.
Oh... sorry i intruded then.
What's it for?
It's a secret!
Do you know what tomorrow is?
Tomorrow is
The 2nd day 29 days remain.
I'm still swirling.
It's a dark, lonely place.
I thought you could|maybe rescue me.
Somehow, i still feel that way.
Unsure what to do.
I'm moved|by the scent of rain.
Thanks for those smokes
happy birthday.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
The 3rd day 28 days remain.
The simple act of|pursuing her
was sufficient.
Having reached an impasse|in my work and in myself,
I sought to|acquaint myself
with everyday ennui,|sired by apathy and restlessness.
Ever-fleeing the authenticity|of my own experience,
I was entirely spent by a life,
composed of accumulated fictions.
are you always alone?
Not today.
Not really.
I'd rather not be.
I'd rather not be alone either.
do you know today's date?
Did you perform your ritual today?
Yes,|it will make my wish come true.
Your wish?
When my wish comes true,|i can disappear completely.
Disappear, leaving nothing|in the world behind.
That's why i have to keep|performing the ritual.
Until then, the red umbrella|protects me.
what's tomorrow?
Can't you figure it out?
Tomorrow is|my birthday
and so...
I'd rather not be alone.
The 4th day 27 days remain.
Why did you follow me,|that first day?
Why are you following me now?
Well...|because you intrigue me.
Same here, then.
This your place?
My unsound heart
and the consuming loneliness
of longing for someone.
Perhaps anyone will do
as long as that someone
will love me.
Constantly, ceaselessly,
it will suffice.
'Is this true love?"
'I feel at ease with you'
'We're compatible'
I ponder such ideas everyday.
Dad and mom are sick.
Everybody's sick
and I'm...
sickest of all.
What's wrong?
Maybe I shouldn't have come.
It s not that.
No one's stood there before...
I mean, it's unusual.
So i felt strange.
Strange? Do I look weird?
No, not at all|you look just right.
Like my room?
I like it.
Because only my|favorite things are here.
Including me?
Yup!|You're one of the gang.
I'm ok here.
I like coming back here.
I'm home, mother.
Listen, your sister...
you listening?
She never listened to her mother.
It's too late for regrets now!
Listen to me, or you'll|end up like your sister!
Both of you share|that man's blood.
Guess it's hopeless.
I've had it!|Where are you!
Not with that man again.
I won't stand for it!
Will you ever...
pick up the phone and call me!
All right, all right, I get it.
I worked myself|to the bone to raise you
and now you abandon me.
At least your sister|had a heart.
How infuriating!
You keep up this|selfish behavior
and you'll pay for it.
I swear you will.
You, you, you...
how dare you talk|to me that way.
Your father tortured me,|doing whatever he wanted
and now my own daughter|hates me so much!
What's the point of living...
I'll get out of the|hospital tomorrow,
and it's your birthday, too.
Please|won't you come home?
Know what tomorrow is?
Probably, your birthday, right?
That's right|so let's play together again.
I don't want to be alone|on my birthday.
The 5th day 26 days remain.
What are you doing?
Rainy days are days|for my father and sister.
They're both dead
and tomorrow's my birthday...
no doubt for her, the truth.
Is only an enemy that wounds her.
The days of her life pass in|loneliness, a darkness without exit.
I longed to ease her sadness|and anxiety, if only a little.
Even if only to atone|for my own past.
Can I be with you?
Know what tomorrow is?
Tomorrow's your birthday.
The 6th day 25 days remain.
The time is
30 seconds.
The time is
40 seconds.
The time is
50 seconds.
The time is exactly
The time is
and 10 seconds.
Good morning!
I'm going to
give you a tour of my house.
this is.
The secret 4th floor.
And this...
this is lucy
the secret...
3rd floor.
And this is...
the secret
2nd floor.
And this is...
the secret
1st floor.
There's a basement.
That s absolutely secret!|You can't go in there!
And this is...
the secret
5th floor.
And this is
the secret.
6th floor.
And this is
the secret
7th floor!
Why are they all secret?
they're our secret.
And finally...
this is
the secret
These... stairs...|I'm beat.
Getting old...
You like high places?
Not really.
I do.
Sometimes,|I come here to check.
Check what?
That I'm still OK.
The sky is pretty.
The stars are pretty.
The moon is pretty.
The light is pretty.
If I don't exist,
everything's pretty.
Maybe it's better|if I didn't exist.
How about my blood?
Maybe it's pretty.
Maybe I'll look.
See, I'm still OK.
I didn't let go.
Still OK to be alive.
A blank-faced mosquito falls.
A huge mosquito
much, much bigger than I.
It slumps and is still.
A much larger|creature caught it
and took flight, the mosquito|in its grasp.
It flew up and|passed right over me.
But it released its grasp and|the mosquito fell.
Still blank.
It drifted down, down, down.
What's that?
The inside of my head.
Such an interesting head.
It's your turn
to talk.
About what?
Something, huh.
Anything|I want to hear you talk.
You know fireman?
Well, when I was a kid,
he was like ultraman.
His enemies attack him|and in the end, he dies.
He ignites.
So he dies
Fireman ends up burning.
He yells " fire! ' but|actually he's afraid of fire...
Maybe he's fireman|'cause he burns.
But that wasn't what you wanted.
I don't really get it,|but it's interesting.
That's what she says,|but I wonder...
actually, all she wanted was|to hear someone's voice.
Actually, all she wanted was|to stop feeling lonely.
Know what tomorrow is?
Your birthday, right?
Echoes from the
creaking arcade roof opening|and an all too ordinary sky.
Disturbed my ease.
Can i see you tomorrow?
If I'm still alive.
The 7th day 24 days remain.
You like cars?
Not so well as boats and trains,
but well enough.
I like 'em.
Because my big sister did.
Where were you?
I was back at the hotel|getting my things.
That stuff.
No, I mean where|were you 'til now.
I took my usual route here,
the bookstore,|department store,
and the toy store today.
I mean where were you|before you came here!
Oh... Tokyo.
Why do you come?
What? I wanted|to think things over.
I was kind of tired.
Tough time?
Well, there was|a lot going on.
But really, it was|all about nothing.
You're just like my mother.
Mother always said|life is full of tough times.
Must be a wrong number.
No cell phone calls today?
Yeah, the deal's already done.
What are you doing?
What? Nothing...
My usual work exhausts me.
So I'm keeping my distance.
Actually, I wanted to|make live action films, too.
Live action films. Films.
Why don't you? Why not?|You should.
From now on,|you're "director".
I'll call you director.
Cut it out.
I want blue, the blue one.
This? This blue?
Ready, go!
Hey, you cheated.
It stopped.
Say, say!
know what tomorrow is?
Tomorrow?|Tomorrow's your birthday.
You got that right,
The 8th day 23 days remain.
I'm still OK today.
I'm finished.
Yes, yes, I start|shooting today.
But there's no telling...
Yes, yeah.
An outline by...
Reel 1.
I'm rolling!
I'm shooting you.
Say something.
She seems to have escaped.
Does my outfit look OK?
Is it right for the film?
Sure, I think it looks fine.
I don't know|much about clothes.
I'm not up on clothes.
It's cute.
Are you shooting...
It's moving.
Happy on the train?
Happy on the train with you.
I've never been here.
The unknown.
Yeah, it's exciting.
The streetcar is a perfect means|of escape from the tedium of my days.
The scenery flows by cinematically|the sound effects are punctual.
My fantasy about her expands.
I won't be bored for some time.
Our idle routine, the days I spend|with her, like a lukewarm bath,
her faint smile,|all seem to agree with me.
Each day, a countdown|towards death.
I dare not risk negligence.
All the more reason|to film her. I think.
Images, especially animation,
simply embody our|personal and collective fantasies,
manipulating selected information,|and fictional constructs.
Even live-action film, recording|actuality, does not correspond to reality.
Conversely, reality, co-opted|by fiction, loses its value.
"The inversion of|reality and fiction".
None of this matters|to me anymore.
My consciousness,|my reality,
my subject,|all converge in her.
Certainly, she longs|to escape into fantasy.
Certainly, I long|to escape from fantasy.
I wanted to keep a visual record|of these contradictory phenomena.
But, my behavior is really|no more than an excuse
for my inability to communicate|except through images.
This is the way to|the mystery basement.
No trespassing|because the camera is prohibited,
I cannot show you anymore|your pardon.
Outside circumstances
force me to omit the 1st through|the 7th floors.
Next, the roof.
So, this is the roof.
Wow, it's high...
This is where she always
checks herself.
You know what tomorrow is?
Yeah. Your birthday, right?
Each day, she postpones the morrow,|by transforming today to yesterday.
A typical day in her life.
The 9th day 22 days remain.
She never goes to sleep|before dawn.
But awakening before 6am,|she dials and listens to the time.
As far as I can tell,|she hardly sleeps at all.
You'll die.
Hey, go to sleep!
Aren't you sleepy?|Don't you want to sleep?
I'm scared to sleep
when i close my eyes
and sleep, something really|heavy seems to crush my head.
I push it away and away and away,|but it keeps bearing down.
I can't avert my eyes
and so I don't sleep.
I faint
but I like tomorrow coming.
Because tomorrow...
You know what tomorrow is?
Your birthday, right?
Terrified to face the truth,|she rejects even sleep.
Not that there is actual truth in|the ambiguity of human memory.
Her best and only means|of survival depends on her.
Destruction and renewal of memory.
Certainly many more days bear|forgetting than joyful commemoration.
What is it that i want from her?
You'd better get some sleep|you're shooting again tomorrow...
The 10th day 21 days remain.
Again, today, I record her image.
Because I find in the act|of capturing her being
according to my own will, for my|own purpose, relief from my own life.
Images transform my|real past into fiction.
Each of us edits and|alters our memories
by giving form and existence|to this process through images,
I reinvent my past,|whitewashing it,
into an idealized history.
Re-creating the present|as something invulnerable.
As a world of|fiction and fantasy.
We are the same|only our methods differ.
Look what I found.
What's that, throw it away.
Do you read this stuff too?
No I don't.
I don't.
I'm not.
Why not?
Well, I read the softer stuff.
You do read it.|Disgusting.
Like Playboy, or whatever.
'Females drowning in their lust,|coming wherever they please...'
Don't read it.
'Normal sex doesn't do it".
Stop it!
"The nymphomaniacs who|lust for kinky settings'.
Cut it out!|It's embarrassing!
Throw it away!
It's dirty!
You like this stuff too.
What can I say.
It says, vavoom.
You like it?
No, they're too big.
You do like it.
Do you like sex?
Well, all men like sex.
And you. Director?
Well, the director neither|likes nor dislikes...
I don't dislike it...
So you do like it?
I don't like it.
'Cause if you do,
you're no more|than male and female.
Just like everybody else.
So I hate it!
I really hate it!
A Kumoha 42 street car.
The type: 20 meters|with driver's seat.
Two doors and benches|on either side.
Semi-cross seats|perpendicular to the floor.
Street car color, grape #2.
Capacity 104,|68 sitting, 36 standing.
Weight: 45 tons|built in 1933.
These two cars are the only ones|of this type still operating in Japan.
Wait a minute!
Yeah, in Ube.
Yeah, I'm shooting.
I can't tell whether|it's any good or not.
I'll email you an outline|when I'm done.
Tell me what you think?
Yeah, sounds good.|Sure!
It's from a woman again|dirty director!
No, it's not like that.
Lucky you!
At least once a day|you get to talk to someone.
It's not like that.
I don't care who it is|at least someone calls you.
Want it?
Give it back!
That night,|her smile disappeared
with the falling rain.
Hey, you OK?
I'm coming in.
It'll rain tomorrow.
It'll rain tomorrow.
What are you doing!
Tomorrow's my birthday!
The 11th day 20 days remain.
Today is
my father and sister's day.
I like rainy days
because when it rains,
all the merry people in the world|finally walk with their eyes downcast.
That's why I like rain!
The rain she loves.
What she keeps bottled up|on sunny days,
flows as from a broken dam|when it rains.
Her feelings of loneliness|sorrow
these emotions elevate her,
preventing her from engaging|in a certain behavior
engendering her complex reactions|to the phenomenon called rain.
What is the sadness|that she harbors?
No doubt the|deaths in her family.
In this moment|I acknowledge
yet again, that in|her heart, she yearns
to cease existing.
The 12th day 19 days remain.
A brand new
morning's here.
A morning of hope.
Open your heart with joy.
Look up at the sky.
Open your vibrant heart.
To the song on the radio.
To the fragrant breeze.
Now, 1, 2, 3...
I'm OK again today.
Having something to hold onto|when you're scared
is good enough in itself.
And this is my
ritual space.
It always has to be flooded.
It's a really sacred place.
But as of today, it's open.
The director can come and go.|Videocamera OK.
Not the other one?
This one's cooler.
An umbrella here.
Don't you need it?
As of today... this.
What's that?
A videocamera.
Did you ever have fun?
A hesitant reply|isn't a good sign, is it?
OK then...
a favorite place?
Favorite place...|this sort of place isn't bad...
I loved the desert.
The desert?
A simple place with|only sand and sky.
Really beautiful.
But it was beautiful|because it was unpopulated.
No humans there to warp it.
A beautiful world|without people.
That sounds lovely.
Like railroad tracks?
What? Yeah.
how shall I put it...|because they are mechanical
and then rails are fixed, right?
As long as you ride them|you needn't choose a path.
Perhaps that's a relief.
And you?
I like them.
Because these two rails
will never come together
and yet,
the two are one.
That's why!
They left me
abused and then abandoned.
I tried everything
but my fear made me tremble.
The magical powers|of a pair of dice
still sway me.
If only one day I could say
I'm so glad I met you.
I hum to myself.
My umbrella!|My umbrella!
If I died in your place.
How would the skies part.
How would the wind flow.
Beneath the steps|of that dark red space.
You used that sharp stick
and struck my bursting...
Over and over...
It's no good, I can't write.
Maybe time to give it up.
What'll I do if I quit?
What do you think I'd...
Oh, sorry!|I'll call you back.
Hey, what are you doing?
The 13th day 18 days remain.
Today, she didn't|venture near the roof,
or to the railroad tracks.
She never attempted|to leave the room.
Tomorrow's my birthday.
Tomorrow's my birthday.
Be happy!
Be happy!
She never discussed|what frightened her,
what she wanted to escape.
She no longer saw|anyone but herself.
I no longer exist inside of her.
That day passed without our|exchanging a single word,
a single glance, or lifting|the camera to shoot.
For I hadn't the courage|to capture her like this.
Her unrelenting|oppressive reality
began to bear down|on me as well.
The 14th day 17 days remain.
Unbeknownst to me, she|had found a cat that day.
Look mother,|isn't this cat cute?
It's called Jam.
Look, it's mother, mother.
Our very. Very kind mother.
Let's say hello to her, Jam.
You know what tomorrow is?
is my birthday.
The 15th day 16 days remain.
Her ritual remained interrupted.
Since that day, she hadn't climbed|to the roof, or visited the tracks,
but played with the cat all day.
Playing with the cat seemed to|allow her to avoid herself.
She still slept rarely,|and now barely ate,
only played with the cat.
Nothing else worth|recording took place.
Except that of course we neither|spoke nor exchanged a glance.
I remained locked outside her.
Here, Jam!
Why don't you come?
The 20th day 11 days remain.
The cat slipped away that day.
The photographer's dream.
The writer's soul.
The director's obsession.
The actor's disease.
Red cheeks.
Swelling lips.
Tightened strings.
The human heart is fragile
and is easily captured.
An evil song
drifting through the dark
envelopes the girl.
You can eat this.
my true mother's arrived.
The girl dances.
Wildly, wildly.
She never did|come home that day
and suddenly
I noticed that I was somewhat|relieved the cat had gone.
The 21st day 10 days remain.
The cat?
My mother was inside me.
I've become my mother.
Cut it out!
What are you doing!
Cut it out!
Calm down!
Why! Why weren't you|with me then!
Calm down!
Calm down!
It's your sound.
It's beating away.
A gentle sound...
I've never heard it before...
Don't go anywhere, OK?
Don't disappear|like that, OK?
Don't ever leave me|alone again, OK?
Because tomorrow's|my birthday.
Sure... OK.
You have to be
with me on my birthday.
Forever and ever, OK?
What are you thinking?
What? Oh, sorry!
The 22nd day 9 days remain.
For real!
Hey, hey, wake up!|Wake up!
It's past 6.
No... hold on...
Don't climb!
Up we go!
Your heart says I'm OK.
There... there...
Which line today?
Amusement park.
I can handle this.
Sorry, there's someone scary.
Director! Monkeys!
Monkeys and goats.
I made a huge|discovery this morning.
Guess what?
I'm not scared to|fall asleep anymore.
Just because|you were with me,
I could close my eyes|just like that
and like,
I wasn't scared at all.
Nothing came crashing down.
Actually, my body|felt really light.
I could just sleep.
This is amazing!
This is really amazing!|Do you understand what this means?
Amazing discovery!
Great angle!
The wind's not so bad|when I lie like this.
You're right!
Cuddling is nice, isn't it?|I like it.
In a way, I like this better
than that.
Don't believe you.
No, really.
Buh, well then.
What do you like about it?
That it's warm.
It's warm...
for me,
when i wake up in|the middle of the night,
you're beside me.
Your face is right there.
It's so reassuring|amazing, isn't it?
I know what you mean.
But your mouth's
always wide open|and you drool.
You... fool!
Can you make it?
All these used tires.
look like people's ex-teeth.
Let me shoot too.
OK? I want to shoot, too.
No, it won't|be my film anymore.
Who cares, c'mon!
Let me, let me.
This? This OK?|Is it working?
Give it back!
Say something!
Don't shoot me!
Why are you upset?
I'm not upset.
It's true.
Do I look upset?
You do.
I am not upset.
I wonder...
I'm tired lately.
Huh, I see.
So what!
Want me to mother you?
Yes, please!
OK, good boy, good boy.
I'll mother you more.
Will you mother me then?
I want a piggyback.
Yeah, piggyback.
For real?
A two-shot.
I'm dizzy.
Know what tomorrow is?
That's right,
tomorrow's my birthday.
Tomorrow's my birthday!
Tomorrow's my birthday!
Tomorrow's my birthday!
The 28th day 3 days remain.
It's nearly a month|since I met her.
I'm fed up with|the endless "yesterdays,"
and lulled by the "todays".
Anxious, too, that tomorrow|may bring change.
Yet eagerly awaiting the change|it may finally bring.
What do I want from|this reality I share with her?
The constancy of the past|or the change of the future.
these were no more than idle doubts|that shifted with my moods.
You snore every night|sounds just like a hedgehog.
These days will come to an end|eventually, I'll part with her.
Even my life will end one day.
All the more reason to treasure|these slight, fleeting emotions.
But the excess of boredom|and the excess of intimacy
were simply exhausting me.
And I realized that gradually|the times that being with her
depressed me,|outstripped the times
that i enjoyed it.
Someday that'll happen to me.
You know, today,
there was this blue car
in front of the shrine.
And this car, you know,
was really cute...
Hey, you listening?|You listening?
I've gotten really good.
Oh, it stopped.
I'm off to the store.
He hates me?
Hates me?
He hates me?
Hates me, hates me, hates me!
I'll be left alone again.
I'll be left alone again.
They left me.
Abused and then abandoned.
I tried everything
but my fear made me tremble.
The magical powers|of a pair of dice...
...still sway me.
If only one day I could say
I'm so glad I met you.
I hum to myself.
Listen, your sister...
you listening?
She never listened to her mother.
It's too late for regrets now!
Listen to me, or you'll|end up like your sister!
Both of you share|that man's blood.
Guess it's hopeless.
I've had it!|Where are you!
Not with that man again.
I won't stand for it!
Shut up, clueless!
You're so patronizing!
All you ever want is|for me to be grateful!
Always, always, always.
You're just patronizing me!
You don't even have a clue.
What it is i really want!|Not a clue!
How dare you!
You only remember|what you gave me,
but not how|you mistreated me.
Or what, we re even-steven|for all your troubles?
Go ahead and die!|I won't care!
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Why were you|nice to me then?
why don't you answer?
Why don't you answer?
Her heart is overcome by a world
awash in cruelty, harshness,|hatred and loneliness.
But that is the way of the world.
Each of us fears its absurdity,|and curses it.
And yet, the world is|immeasurably vast,
and gentleness, mercy and|empathy linger in our hearts.
I desperately wanted her
to know this reality as well.
Hey, there!
What's wrong?
But her heart is so|delicate, so vulnerable.
Am I really capable of|embracing
the endless darkness|inside it?
Perhaps i'm incapable|of accepting her...
I find myself enveloped|in an anxiety I cannot shake.
Today, again,|I can do nothing.
The 29th day 2 days remain.
6 in the morning,|she's back to her usual self.
She's returned|to her little world.
Constructed entirely
of her protections,|denying the existence
of whatever can harm her.
Except now she has|chosen to rely on me.
Yeah, it always sounds good.
She begins another day of life,|brimming with fantasy,
plastered in self-deception,|sealed by oblivion.
My own faint panic,|"I've got to do something".
Is futilely idle.
What are you doing?
Nothing, work.
Let's go outside then.
Shoot your movie,|that s your job. Right?
Is that work?
It is your job.
In Japan today, all forms|of expression,
beginning with images,|serve only
as either
time-killing entertainment|for those without occupation,
or as momentary respite for|those who are afraid of pain.
People desire either real scandals|amplified into rawness,
the illusion of beautifully|adapted fictions.
It is true of me
unable to create|appropriate relationships.
I escape into a fictional world,|constructed on a fantasy of daily life.
Even this film, when completed,
will become a device to deliver|a certain amount of stimulation.
Devoid of surprises,|and a measure of time spent in peace.
Who wants images beyond that?|Who needs them?
By then, I had abandoned|her as a visual construct.
I didn't want to film anything
as long as she was present,|I didn't need to make a film.
I had always been entranced|with the idea of
being madly loved,|and loving madly.
And yet this was|a stupendous burden, exhausting.
Could I really bear it?
Long time...
so you were back.
Hey, wait!
Wait, dammit!
What's that about?
I gotta go.
Hey, don't bother.
I said wait! Hey, hey!
Give it back,|I know you've got it.
Hey! You do, right!
No. I'm not my sister!
You're crazy!
you ok?
Sorry about that...
A reunion?|Right now?
A toast to his triumphant return!
You forgot, right?
Oh...|sorry, sorry!
Where were you?
And you?
Where were you!
With some woman?
No, what are you saying?
I was out drinking|with my old friends.
Liar, liar!
It's the truth.
And where were you?
I'm not lying|it's the truth.
There's nothing left.
Nothing but your heartbeat.
Ever kissed someone?
I have.
Maybe I haven't ever.
Have you ever killed someone?
in my head.
Me too.
You want sex?
If I have sex with you,|will you stay forever?
Actually, you like it, right?
Much better than cuddling.
You just put up with that, right?
You want to see and touch|my breasts, right?
Then, have sex with me.
But don't go anywhere.
Don't abandon me.
I'll do whatever you ask.
Don't hate me.
Don't start hating me.
No, no!
If I do this,|I will become my sister...
I'll become my sister!
If I died in your place
how would the skies part?
How would the wind flow
beneath the steps|of that dark red space?
You used that sharpened stick.
Over and over.
Striking my
quivering lips.
Swollen to bursting.
of sorrow and betrayal.
That song
has left me.
I peer back again and again
at that dreamlike state.
Oh, hello!|Sorry, I'll call you back later.
How unusual|calling at this hour.
Cat got your tongue?|Hello, hello...
What are you...
Come to bed!
You read this?
What'd you think?
It's your movie.
Because you have to?
Are you with me because|you have to be for work?
No, that's not what I meant.
Just like my father?
Just like my sister?
Just like my mother?
It doesn't matter|if you don't like it.
Am I worthless?
Do you hate me?
Are you going away?
Tell me you won't!|Tell me you won't!
That woman on the phone...
you were just tempted when|she called you, right?
What woman?|She's nobody...
I can't hear you.
I can't hear your heartbeat.
There's one answer.
Two answers.
Three answers.
How many answers?
What makes you like this...
The 30th day the day before.
By 6 that morning,|she had disappeared.
Are you a friend of my sister's?|You dating her?
Well, yes, something like that.
Huh...|that girl got a boyfriend...
Oh, sorry!
I never thought she'd do it.
Her sister appeared instead.
Finally, she'd rejected|even herself.
It's none of my business,|but be nice to her, OK?
Come to think of it, she|always liked this kind of place.
I feel sorry for her.
Parents split up|when she was young,
father walked out|on both of us.
Wound up dead|with the new woman.
Did it rain on that day?
No, in a fire.
A fire?
Yes, on her birthday.
And, your mother?
A streetcar hit her.
On her birthday, she'd always cry,|"why did they leave me?"
Our mother was a terrible person.
She blamed anything bad|on someone else.
It was dad's fault,
that woman's fault,
my sister's fault, my fault,|the world's fault.
It never occurred to her|the fault might be hers.
My poor sister|she was always compared to me.
She only heard nagging|"why can't you be like your sister?"
It was like|she was no good.
She must have suffered.
I wonder how she'll|ever learn to like herself.
There's someone I'd like to see|coming?
None of your business, butt out.
New guy, huh...|Must run in the family.
Listen, cut the crap.
You only show up|when it suits you.
What's with that face?|Same as last time?
Seen my cat?
Listen, you...
My cat, my cat,|you know, jam.
No I don't.|How the hell would I know?
Liar, liar, liar, liar...
You deny attacking|my little sister, too?
What are you talking about?|You are her, not her sister.
No I'm not.
Your sister went away|a long time ago.
You ranted about killing her.
I say I'm not.
You were babbling some crap|about how you killed her.
You do this to me all the time.
You ask me to let you stay|'cause you got nowhere else,
then you split.
Now it's about some cat!
You come wandering back|ranting about a cat!
Don't mess with me!
Say something!
After all I did for you!
You don t get it, do you!
What an idiot.
Don't ever go again.
What the...
What the...
Oh, great
Being with you|makes me crazy.
Drives me nuts.
You're crazy.
Demented|both of you.
Wanna be like your sister.|Well you already are.
Sleep around,|get knocked up,
spitting image of|that sister you love.
I'm sick of you both.
Crazy, right?
you pulling the same,|"go away" crap on him?
Sister! Sister!
Your sister used to say...
"my own sister scares me."
Why does it always have to be|so damned dramatic?
Forget it!|Give me back the ring, the ring.
Don't touch me!
How dare you|"all I did for you" me!
You never did a thing yourself!
My sister did everything!
Who do you think you are!
I've had it with you!
Spit it out! You!
Please stop!
Give back the ring!
Who you calling stupid!|Who doesn't get it!
Calm down!
Let go!
I've had it!
Go away!
Get out of my life!
Give me a break.
Sister, why were|you with that guy?
That guy...
after you disappeared,
he came after me.
Why did you have to go away?
But it's too bad
you pretended to like me,|but you didn't.
So god punished you.
Be happy!|Be happy!
Be happy!
Be happy!|Be happy!
Be happy!
You had a phone call.
It was... your mother.
She's still alive.
I gotta kill her.
It's not true,|'cause she's dead.
It's not a lie.
She's coming to|see you tomorrow.
Tomorrow?|What for?
Don't know...|maybe she's worried about you.
After all that?
After all...
she calls you all the time.
Why'd you answer my phone?
Keep out of my business!
I'm sorry|but it's what's best for you.
I'm not lying.
Go away!|You go away, too!
Don't run away!
I'm not running!
You run away from everything|you don't like, and wind up
in your own little world.
Not true!
You just deny anything|you don't like.
Not true!
That's why you want|everyone to go away!
Shut up!|Cut the crap! You depress me!
Why are you still here?|I told you to go...
because I...
want to be with you.
It's true.|I like you.
You're lying just|like everybody else.
I like you.
I like you.
I like you.
I like you.
Why are you so nice to me?
I wonder...
let's go home.
When I was little, my mother|cursed my father
to drive him away.
Mother's curse came to pass
and my father left.
I tried hard
to keep her from|driving me away.
But she told me
even though she|never told my sister
it was my birthday.
A red umbrella and red shoes.
My mother bought them for me|when we went shopping together.
The first things that weren't|my sisters hand-me-downs.
They matched my mother's
but my mother|threw them away.
She called them old.|She didn't need them.
When I saw that,
I thought,|she'll do that to me one day.
I'm scared of being alone.
But I'm scared of mother. Too.
So I cursed everyone|to drive them away.
The curse will come to pass|on my birthday.
So my birthday always|has to be tomorrow.
But mother didn't go away.
So I had to kill her|in my head. Over and over.
But suddenly,
I realized that I had to leave.
So I began dressing up.
would bring my
new and happy life.
But I don't know
what to do about tomorrow.
You never know about tomorrow.
All we really know.
Is that tomorrow|we'll still be together.
What do you say?
Want to try to see your mother?
The 31st day the day.
You've been OK?
You've been OK?
Leave me alone.
I can't leave you alone.
But you did.
Your own mother|leave you alone?
For a long time.
I left you alone|for a long time?
When did I leave you alone?
When did your mother|leave you alone?
Ever since I was little,
you always left me alone...
You only cared|for my sister.
Excuse me!
Did her sister pass away?
Is she still alive?
We are apart, but...
she worries about you, too.
She called me the other day.
We'd been out of touch.
I'm sorry, it's not that.
I left you alone.
I was so busy thinking...
about myself, that maybe|I didn't think about your feelings.
Maybe I was difficult|for a long time.
Maybe I was no good.
Always complaining,|always getting angry.
Maybe I never did|anything for you.
Maybe I only...
thought about myself.
Maybe I couldn't|really love you.
I really want you|to come home.
I know it's selfish...
I'm lonely.
I know that's selfish of me.
What about|when I was lonely?
What about all those|years when I was lonely!
All those...
you couldn't have cared less|when i needed your love,
but now you're lonely,|you come to get me!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
What! After all this time,|now you're lonely!
Is that what it is?
That's how it is...
That's how...
when I was lonely,
you just ignored me...
now you...
Go away!|I'm asking you, go away!
Just go... just go...
Just go away, now!
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!
I'm sorry!|I'll be waiting.
Just once,|won't you come home?
Won't you come|home just once? Please!
I know...
Please come home...
I'm sorry!
Wake up from your dream?
Or is this part of your dream?
Are we still dreaming a dream?
But this is our reality...|your reality.
Your birthday.
will come, on the day
you were born.
please smile!
Thank you!
The 32nd day the day after.
What day
is that?
December 7th.
My birthday.
The red hair I got from my mom.
Braided in two
swaying in the wind.
Why, why, I still don't know.
Calmly I stood up
scissors in hand
and cut off those braids.
It was a sunny day.
Shunji Iwai
The future had no meaning.
Ayako Fujitani.
I was helpless, had no words.
Jun Murakami
But the scent of the way home.
It was tender.
Shinobu Otake.
I can live.
Somebody was laughing.
Narration voices.
Somebody was laughing
Suzuki Matsuo|Somebody was laughing
It was a very sunny day
It was a very sunny day
It was a very sunny day
Megumi Hayashibara
Chief executive producer|Yasuyoshi Tokuma
Executive producer|Toshio Suzuki
With no more hair
With no more hair
Based on the novel, "Touhimu"|by Ayako Fujitani|With no more hair
I cut off my arms
I cut off my arms
I cut off my arms
Cinematographer|Yuichi Nagata
Kept cutting until i could
production designer|Yuji Hayashida
It felt warm
Production designer|Yuji Hayashida
Lighting designer|Tatsuya Osada|Dancing, with my bloody arms
Dancing, with my bloody arms
Dancing, with my bloody arms
Sound Yasuo Hashimoto|Kazunori Shimizu
Without you
Without you
Without you
Editor|Souichi Ueno
There was nothing here
There was nothing here
There was nothing here
Costume designer|Sachiko Ito
Hair and make-up designer|Isao Tsuge
But only the bright sun
But only the bright sun
But only the bright sun
Composer|Takashi Kako
It was a very sunny day
It was a very sunny day
It was a very sunny day
Theme song "Raining"
Couldn't even cry
Couldn't even cry
Written, composed,|Performed by Cocco
The land had no limit
Beauty surrounded me
I was singing
In a white dress
The line of people far away
I could've cried with a rain like today
It was a sunny day
The future had no meaning
I was helpless, had no words
But the scent of the way home
It was tender
I can live
Somebody was laughing
It was a very sunny day
A Tokuma Shoten Production
Producers nozomu takahashi|Miyuki Nanri
Written and directed by|Hideaki Anno
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