After the Storm

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Now for a report on the latest typhoon.

Yes, please.

The powerful typhoon, Number 23, is...

Number 23?

That's way too many typhoons for one year.

I remember her name now.

Janet. Janet Lynn.

The blonde. With hair like this.

She fell on her butt.

But she got a perfect score.

Figia skating makes no sense.

- It's pronounced figure.

- Gure?

Figure.

This Mr. Yanagida, did he work with Dad?

He was his boss at the factory.

Your father used to borrow money from him

all the time...

and I'd have to beg my big brother

for help.

Well, thank goodness those days are over.

It was always up to me.

Sounds like you miss arguing with him.

Not at all.

I feel so liberated.

You'll go senile being alone all the time.

Go out and make friends.

New friends at my age

only mean more funerals.

Right.

The flavor sinks into the ingredients

if you cool it down slowly

and let it sit overnight.

Just like people.

Nicely put.

I'll put some in Minori's lunch box

tomorrow.

What about dinner tonight?

I Still have that leftover chicken.

That's not enough.

Your husband's still young.

Young? He's turning 50 this year.

But he needs to sit a little longer

before his flavor sinks in.

Look at that word.

It looks like it has slumped shoulders.

I've always had bad handwriting.

I took after you.

I'm not as bad as you.

In that case, you address all these.

But my fingers won't move.

They're moving just fine.

Knock it off. You're not some comedian.

But Dad sure had good handwriting.

That was the only thing he was proud of.

Even when everyone started having

their New Year's cards printed...

- he kept grinding his own ink.

- Right.

Hey, did the Shibatas move?

Their son bought a house

in that housing development.

Wow! I'm impressed.

He was never bright in school.

They say, Great talents bloom late.

We have a great talent

in our family, too.

His height certainly is great.

ABE HIROSHI:

NOODLES:

MAKI YOKO:

What would you like?

Tempura soba with eggs.

Here's your side dish.

KOBAYASHI SATOMI

Thanks.

Come again!

KIYOSE STATION:

LILY FRANKY:

IKEMATSU SOSUKE:

- You forgot something.

- Thank you.

NAKAMURA YURI:

- Thai's my problem.

- Oh, mine too.

HASHIZUME ISAO:

KIKI KILIN:

WRITTEN, EDITED AND DIRECTED BY

KORE-EDA HIROKAZU

AFTER THE STORM:

Ryota?

How have you been? What brings you here?

I'm here sorting out stuff

after Dad's funeral.

I heard. My condolences.

Say, didn't you move out?

I moved back home.

An elderly man died all alone last year.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

The one in Apartment 535.

No one knew for three weeks.

That made me worry about my parents.

You're a good daughter.

You're the good son, Ryota.

Yoshimi and I were saying

how you're the star of our class.

No.

Your folks must have been

so proud of your award.

Hardly.

My old man never read a single novel

in his whole life.

Yoshimi, huh? I remember her.

She's gained weight.

A lean, elderly man, 57" rail...

Weaving silver-rimmed glasses...

has gone missing.

We are trying to find this elderly man.

SHINODA:

Anybody home? I'm coming in.

LOTTERY:

He even pawned my stamp collection.

Ryota? Is that you?

Oh, you're home.

You should tell me when you're coming.

- Sorry.

- What now?

I wanted to find something of Dads

to remember him by.

Like what?

Look. I brought your favorite cake.

Do you want money?

You've got powder on your chin.

Say, whatever happened to that scroll?

The one Dad said would be appraised

at three million yen

on that antiques TV show.

We never had that.

Are you in trouble?

No, I'm not. I got a bonus, too.

How much?

Huh? Whatever.

You're a bad liar.

Unlike your father.

Are you sure about that scroll?

It was in a box like this.

I threw away all his things

the day after his funeral.

What? You threw them away?

Yes.

Everything?

They only take up space.

Are you serious?

I am.

I can't believe it.

After 50 years together. Really?

Fifty years together is exactly why.

That's how it is.

- That's deep.

- Yes, it is.

So, there's no Sesshu scroll.

It's so hot today.

Glad I wore short sleeves.

See? I knew I had two of these left.

Forget it. Summer's over.

But it's almost 90 degrees today.

Something's wrong.

It's too frozen to eat.

Buy some real ice cream.

You get a pension.

When I do, Chinatsu's kids eat it all up.

You can't eat these so fast.

So Sis comes here a lot?

Why?

I saw the rice cake on the altar.

Discounted rice cake.

Whenever she wants me

to cook dinner for her.

- Be careful.

- Of what?

You never know what she's up to.

There's nothing left around here

to sponge off of.

This has that refrigerator smell.

If you just shave off the top,

you can eat the bottom pan.

Classical music.

Whose influence... Ms. Nagaoka?

What do you care?

You used to love that nasty radio show.

That's one thing. This is another.

Get a better radio.

That looks like a robot.

I can take this one into the bath.

Waterproof?

Yes. I mail-ordered it. It's perfect.

Frozen solid.

Too little syrup.

They deliver groceries now?

To residents above the third floor.

That's so convenient.

To compensate

for the inconveniences of old age.

It's so quiet here.

No more children playing these days.

We used to fight over the fields

just to play baseball.

We threw bails onto the balconies

of the girls we liked.

Remember this tangerine tree?

That's the one I planted from seeds

when I was in high school.

It's grown so much.

It doesn't flower or bear fruit.

But I water it every day like it's you.

That's not a nice thing to say.

But it feeds the caterpillars.

The other day, one of them turned

into a butterfly with a blue pattern.

I'll show you a picture later.

Don't bother.

So it's useful for something.

I'm useful for something, too.

In that case...

The typhoon's coming,

so please move the pots over to the wall.

Sure thing.

That's easy enough.

Oh, dear.

I definitely took care of that

on Saturday.

I'll go back to the bank tomorrow

and ask them.

Knock, knock.

No, I'm not lying. I really...

Hello? Hello?

Knock, knock.

Yeah, what?

What is it?

I'll make coffee. Let's eat that cake.

Oh, sure.

What were you doing?

What? Nothing.

Why lock it then? What was the call about?

The new guy at the office is so useless.

It must be tough,

eavesdropping and sneaking into homes.

I saw it on TV.

We're not cops, so it's easy.

Don't risk your life.

You're my only son, after all.

I'll be fine.

I'm just conducting research for my novel.

Fine, then.

But I can't even tell my big brother

what you really do.

I know.

Staying for dinner?

I wasn't expecting you,

so I only have noodles.

- I better get going.

- Please don't go.

You sound like you're about to die.

Is it work?

Yeah. I'm in charge, after all.

One for you.

What's that?

Spending money.

Buy yourself some classical CD's.

It's okay. I've got my pension.

I get by just fine.

Come on, take it. Let me do this for once.

Are you sure? In that case, I accept.

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