Black Sun
- Year:
- 1964
- 95 min
- 40 Views
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A NIKKATSU PRODUCTION
Pops, let me throw these on.
Hey, watch it!
Wow, this ain't easy work!
Here, let me help you.
Thief!
He took the best batch!
Stop, thief!
Wait!
Stop!
Damn you!
Thief! Son of a b*tch!
Hey...
Black Sun.
Here.
- Thank you.
- This one?
- No bag.
BLACK SUN:
Produced by
KANO OTSUKA and KEINOSUKE KUBO
Based on the Story by TENSEI KONO
Screenplay by NOBUYO YAMADA
Cinematography by
MITSUJI KANAU:
Production Design by
KAZUHIKO CHIBA:
Edited by
AKIRA suzulI
Music by
TOSHIRO MAYUZUMI
Performed by
THE MAX ROACH QUARTE Six Bits Blues" Performed by
ABBEY LINCOLN:
Starring
TAMIO KAWACHI:
CHICO ROLAND:
YUKO CHISHIRO, HIDEJI OTAKI
SHOGEN NITTA:
ZENJI YAMADA, TATSUYA FUJI
Directed by
KOREYOSHI KURAHARA
Hey, watch it!
What a jerk!
Honey, it's the shop over there.
What are you doing?
We can't even walk around here.
Damn it!
Hey there.
This should cover it.
- No! Apologize to this black man.
It's just a record.
This is extortion.
Let's go.
Stop it!
Good-bye.
Sh*t.
All right!
See ya!
I'll give you 80,000 yen.
Okay. Where's the money?
Come back in three days.
No way!
I can't walk home from here.
I'll lend you that one.
That thing runs?
Hurry up, slowpoke!
Get it moving, man!
Make way there!
Make way!
Make way! Move back!
Happened 30-40 minutes ago.
I heard a rat-tat-tat.
- A machine gun?
- They were Americans.
This means big trouble.
- The killer too?
The cops say it was two Gls fighting.
I wonder what happened.
- Is this your car?
- Yeah.
- Where'd you come from?
- Back there.
- Where you going?
- That way.
- Your license.
- My license?
My license...
Hey, is this yours?
That's filthy!
That belongs to Baldy.
Go on! Hurry up!
It won't start.
Push him!
Attention,
all residents and passersby.
The escaped killer is thought
to be hiding in the vicinity.
He is vicious
so lock up securely
and exercise extreme caution.
Police are searching the area.
Your cooperation is requested.
You can't just barge
into my home like this.
Who's this guy?
A squatter. We've asked him
repeatedly to leave.
Monk!
Monk!
Atta boy.
Wait here.
Bastards!
Look at this mess.
Good boy. Just wait.
I'm gonna play
a great record for you.
Here it is.
What's wrong?
Ah, you must be hungry.
We'll listen to this later.
What'll it be today?
Sausage and cheese.
Sausage and cheese.
Will that be all?
And this.
The canned tuna?
It's very good.
Cheese, and this -
Stop! Thief!
They make me so mad!
- How much?
- That'll be 300 yen.
Thank you.
See you.
Come again!
Hey, sleeping with an MP tonight?
Idiot! I'm interpreting.
Hey, did you hear
about the machine gun?
Fat white pigs!
Give it to her good.
Come here.
You...
you're black!
Today's my lucky day!
The curtains?
The curtains, eh?
You're bleeding.
I no speak English.
But please understand:
I'm your friend.
All black men are my friends,
so you are too.
Take a look.
They're all my friends,
so you are too.
I no speak English.
Damn it! If Yuki were here,
she could interpret.
Oh, I get it!
Medicine, right?
"Okay, good."
This, right?
Why'd you do that?
My belt?
We can't. If we go now,
the MPs and cops will find us,
and they'll kill you with one shot.
Stop.
Good" to stop.
I said it was good to stop.
Broken. No touch.
Over here.
Hide in there.
Hurry.
Hurry UP-
Hurry.
Anybody home?
Oh, you're here.
Of course. I live here.
We're finally demolishing the place.
You really must leave this time.
You've said that before.
Could you move that?
No.
I need to look up there.
There's nothing in that oil drum.
That's not where I want to look.
I'll just boost myself up.
Are you sick?
You're shivering.
Should I be making jokes now?
We don't need a bulldozer.
A winch will do.
Glad to hear it.
Please clear out soon.
It's okay now.
I'm your friend.
L love you. Understand?
L love you.
See all these guys?
This guy...
and this guy, I love.
This guy too.
And this guy too.
All black people are my friends.
So... l love you!
Get it now?
Trumpet...
Miles Davis.
I love.
Piano... Thelonious Monk.
I love.
Tenor sax... Sonny Rollins.
I love.
Drums... Max Roach.
I love.
Vocals...
Abbey Lincoln. I love.
Bass... Ray Brown. I love.
Negro jazz - number one!
You are Negro. Very good!
Oh, I know!
Play this for me.
You'll feel better too.
Why so testy?
What would help you relax?
Stay as long as you want.
They're not gonna tear it down.
They just keep inspecting it.
We could steal luxury cars,
and bread, and meat.
And we'll steal record players.
I know!
I'll play something good.
What's wrong?
Isn't it cool?
They're your people.
You don't like jazz?
That can't be.
No way.
Jazz always relaxes me.
You too, right?
Monk!
Monk!
You bastard!
Black!
Lunatic! Sewer rat!
F***ing bum!
Get out!
I hope the MPs kill you!
Oh dear God...
Dear God, dear Buddha...
What are you doing out here?
I'm talking to you!
Bullets...
There's nothing there, you fool.
Don't cry wolf.
What a nutcase.
What's his problem?
Would you like a beer?
Here.
Monk died.
Monk died? When?
- Just now.
- Really?
Killed.
Killed? By whom?
Some crazy n*gger.
Where?
At my place.
Your place?
That bastard killed him!
You idiot!
You must be dreaming.
Monk is dead.
I can't hold him anymore.
Knock it off.
Jazz and n*ggers suck!
Who can listen to that crap?
He finally lost his mind.
Did you guys hear
about that darky Gil?
Yeah, we're waiting to see
if he shows up here.
Idiots! He'll mow you all down
with his machine gun.
Listen -
excuse me, sir -
we respect black men.
We love them.
Are you in love with them too?
Yes.
How will you talk to him
when you don't know English?
Don't be an idiot.
It's heart to heart.
We're on the same wavelength.
Wavelength?
You'll just get yourselves killed.
What are you doing?
What's all this about?
Put your hands up or he'll kill you.
Getting scared?
Be quiet.
This is ridiculous.
What's going on?
You're ruining my business.
MONK'S GRAVE
Glory to the Lotus Sutra,
glory to Amitabha Buddha...
You're kind of a softie, aren't you?
Pervert!
- Now I'm horny.
Stay here tonight.
I'm expensive.
You got any money?
Sure. Come on.
All right! Let's go!
Liar! You're broke!
You can have this jalopy.
It's stolen.
I don't wanna get arrested.
Time for a drive!
Piece of junk!
Watch it!
That must hurt.
Come on, let me help you.
Don't be so stubborn.
Let me hold this.
You moron!
Why can't you understand?
Fine. You're the boss.
Don't look for pity.
There's nothing for you to eat!
Stop it, you idiot!
Okay, I'll get some food.
Damn you!
Drop dead!
Bastard!
Damn you!
The hell with this!
The lead's poisoning you.
And that drain channel you were in -
people piss and sh*t in there, you know.
A knife?
I ain't got no knife!
What's your problem?
Oh God.
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