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Who are you?

Where are you?

- Who are you?

- A detective!

Stop screwing around!

Name?

I forget.

Address? Age? Occupation?

Don't know.

When were you checked in?

Where?

The hospital.

Shiomicho Hospital.

You saw Dr. Miyajima.

Where?

We're going in circles!

Have you ever met

any of these people?

I don't remember.

How about this person?

I don't know.

This is you.

It looks like me.

So now we're sure of one thing.

That's you. All right?

I don't know him.

So this is me?

Who are you?

A detective. How about these?

Corpses.

- Do you like these?

- No.

If you don't like them,

why do you have them?

It's my job.

Job?

What's your job?

Right now, asking you questions.

Why?

You're an important source

of information.

Me? Why?

We found your fingerprints

at the Hanaoka house.

Whether you remember or not,

you know him.

Oh, is that what you mean?

You know a lot, Detective.

Not what's inside your head.

My head?

Here?

Your attitude

isn't helping you at all.

Why?

Right. I want you to try

and remember from the beginning.

You admit you were

in Shiomicho Hospital?

What's wrong?

Why are you raising your voice?

Because you won't answer.

- Why?

- Answer my questions.

May I smoke?

- No!

- Takabe.

Detective?

Yes?

Tell me more about yourself.

After you talk.

Stop it! Leave him alone!

I need to examine him...

but I see clear symptoms

of typical psychosis.

Don't get into it with him.

You'll just get angry.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah. I'm all right.

I went out to the convenience store,

and I got lost.

I see.

We'll need toothbrushes.

We will, won't we?

What if we stay at a hotel...

where they don't give you one?

I'll do the shopping, okay?

You're tired.

You don't have to do

everything for me.

We don't have to take a trip, either.

We'll take that trip. Definitely.

My next holiday.

For sure.

Hey.

Impound all that guy's stuff.

But he's a witness, not a suspect.

I don't care. The works.

What's that?

A scar from a burn.

Not very old.

Possibly caused

by contact with metal.

Something round and hot.

Round and hot.

This way.

No one's home.

- Do you have the key?

- Yeah.

Is Mr. Mamiya

in some kind of trouble?

That's what I'm here to find out.

I see. Well, it's all yours.

Excuse me.

When did you last see Mr. Mamiya?

About six months ago, maybe.

I don't come out here much.

He paid a year's rent in advance.

I'll be downstairs if you need me.

SEVERE PERSONALITY DISORDERS:

PSYCHOTHERAPEUTIC STRATEGIES

PSYCHODYNAMIC PSYCHOTHERAPY OF

BORDERLINE PATIENTS by OTTO KERNBERG

THE THEORY OF PSYCHOANALYSIS

by CARL GUSTAVJUNG

PERSONALITY DISORDER

MESMERISM AND THE END OF

THE ENLIGHTENMENT IN FRANCE

MESMER, OU L 'EXTASE MAGNTIQUE

ANIMAL MAGNETISM

AND ITS PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS

KUNIHIKO MAMIYA:

MUSASHI NO MEDICAL UNIVERSITY

MESMERISM:

Sakuma, I've found out

who our man is.

Kunihiko Mamiya.

A psychology student

up until three years ago.

His professors said he hardly

showed up for classes.

Yeah, just like you.

Then he was a live-in part-timer

at a junkyard in Kawasaki.

That's probably where he got burned.

Vanished six months ago.

No, I don't know what he was doing.

Have you ever heard of Mesmer?

Okay. Tell me when I get back.

What's wrong?

What happened?

Don't scare me like that!

Are you ill?

Why are you home now?

It's nothing.

He's ill. I've moved him

to the hospital.

- On whose authority?

- My own.

- Are you trying to take him away from me?

- That's right.

It's dangerous to let you

keep talking to that man.

You bastard!

- Hey! What about Mesmer?

- I'll ask him!

No one's supposed to see him.

Open up.

Move.

What's wrong?

Your hands are shaking.

I found out.

Your name is Kunihiko Mamiya.

Is that right?

Mamiya, who is this man

called Mesmer?

Who?

Mesmer.

At the university

you studied about Mesmer...

and hypnotic suggestion.

What?

Whether you remember or not...

I'm going to have you arraigned

on charges of incitement to murder.

It's over.

You saw your wife dead, didn't you?

Your wife is ill, isn't she?

Is it hard caring for her at home?

Where did you hear about that?

The other detective told me.

Does it bother you,

talking about your wife?

Anyway, there'll be lots of time.

You can't get out of here.

It's you who wants out.

I know what you did.

Tell me whatever you like.

That's why you came, isn't it?

You planted hypnotic suggestions

in those people's minds.

It's hard to be a detective

with a crazy wife.

Shut up!

You do it by keeping your work

and your home life completely separate.

How did you do it?

The detective or the husband...

which is the real you?

How did you hypnotize them?

Neither one is the real you.

There is no real you.

Your wife knows that, too.

How did you hypnotize them?

Watch.

You're right.

My wife is a burden. I know.

You don't have to tell me!

I'm a detective.

I've been taught never to show

emotion, even with my family.

And this is the result!

I don't understand her.

She doesn't understand

what I go through.

I know it's my fault

that it's that way. So what?

What else could you do?

That's right!

What other way is there?

Look...

you think this is how

I wanted to end up?

We should all relax, enjoy ourselves,

lead peaceful lives.

But society isn't like that!

Oh, so society's to blame...

It's people like you.

It's guys like you who have

my head about to split open!

Lunatics like you have it easy

while citizens like me go through hell.

I spend my whole life

taking care of that wife of mine!

If it weren't for you...

things would be fine

with my wife and me.

Her I can forgive...

but you I can't.

You're amazing.

You like that? Hearing me talk?

Yeah.

Good.

Now it's your turn.

I want the whole story.

All of it.

What's wrong?

Can't talk without your lighter?

Here.

You're amazing, you are.

The water will make you calm.

It will make you happy, empty.

You'll be born again, just like me.

Are you all right?

Was it you?

Did you tell him about me?

Uh, well, you know,

he keeps asking all these questions--

Mesmer was an 18th-century

Austrian doctor...

the first man to study hypnosis.

It wasn't recognized then

as a medical treatment.

They saw it as fakery, magic...

or witchcraft.

And?

There's still a lot

we don't know about Mesmer.

Some say he really did study

magic and alchemy.

And Mamiya's doing that?

Impossible.

If so...

the diagnosis would be simple.

He'd simply be a megalomaniac.

But that's not it.

He has definitely lost his memory,

but otherwise he's not abnormal.

But he's also a man

with a very complex personality.

I see. Okay.

Takabe...

don't talk to him.

You don't know what could happen.

Don't get in too deep.

I know.

Takabe.

Mr. Mamiya, could you tell us

your name or date of birth?

Anything you remember.

Well?

Do you remember

anything about yourself?

No.

Mr. Mamiya...

are you aware of the situation

you are in at present?

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