Heat-Haze Theatre Page #3

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Matsuzaki speaking.

It's me.

Hello.

- Did you see her yet?

- Well...

She hasn't come?

I'm lonely.

Why don't you come over?

This way, please.

Mr Tamawaki?

He's just stepped out.

We've been instructed

to entertain you until he returns.

Master.

Please have a drink.

I wanted to surprise you.

This is all my idea.

Attention, everybody.

This is Mr Matsuzaki,

the famous playwright.

I saw a boat tonight...

...floating down the river.

Two ladies were aboard.

Just the two of them.

Drifting along...

One of them was...

...a blonde.

I was surprised.

Then, after arriving here...

...I encountered a blonde geisha,

who resembled that lady.

How strange!

You might say

it's a mere coincidence.

It's not coincidental.

I planned it all.

That blonde geisha on the boat

is often seen around here.

The other one with the dark hair?

Your encounter with them

was totally taken into account.

What did she do?

She was kidnapped.

She made her way back a while ago.

The police want to question her.

Did you know her?

No.

Don't get involved.

The anarchists are behind this.

The festive drums amuse me.

- They do?

- They're not rhythmical.

The tempo is all wrong.

It's shorter than usual.

Listen.

The wrong tempo.

It messes with my head.

It's dangerous

walking here during the day.

I saw your woman being arrested.

Your lips look delicious.

I like festivals.

Fireworks thrill me.

I want to turn everything

into fireworks.

But this festival's

no good for that.

Too bad.

It's this way.

- No, it's this way.

- Is it?

You want to bet?

Yes.

Please.

Long, long, longer long ago

Longer ago than really long ago

The lord Yoshitsune

Lay with his lady

then fell asleep

Off you go now, off you go

"Since I saw my lover in a dream,

"I have become dependent on him."

It's me.

Shunko Matsuzaki.

I've come all the way from Tokyo,

guided by the drums.

"Next time we die as lovers."

Was that a lie?

I didn't send any letter.

I didn't.

It wasn't me.

Then who was it?

"Next time we die as lovers."

Who would write that?

It's the same handwriting.

I'm telling the truth.

Mrs Tamawaki.

Enough games.

Enough making fun of me.

This is too complicated a game

to enjoy.

Maybe it amuses the two of you.

But it doesn't amused me at all.

Good bye.

Mrs Tamawaki!

Mrs Tamawaki!

I think I saw you last night.

You were on a boat

drifting down the river.

A blonde lady

was sitting beside you.

That was lne.

This again.

Mr Tamawaki told me

the very same story last night.

He's in Kanazawa?

Didn't you know?

He came to watch some lovers die.

A suicide pact?

Who?

Ine and I, perhaps?

You?

Does he wish

to watch us kill each other?

But lne is dead.

You were at the funeral.

How can you kill a dead person?

You're right, of course.

But she won't leave me alone.

I saw you on the bridge last night.

I wanted to call to you,

but she stopped me.

Ine stopped you?

Yes.

But she's dead.

I remember now.

I wrote a letter in my dream.

You said those exact words.

But it was a dream.

Someone must be peering

into my dreams.

That's who sent you the letter.

- Like who? It couldn't be...

- Yes.

It was lne.

- Mr Matsuzaki.

- Yes?

Why do dreams have to end?

If we never had to wake up,

it wouldn't be a dream any more.

Mrs Tamawaki.

Can I believe it?

The letter from your dream?

Believe it.

Good bye.

Mr Matsuzaki.

- Yes.

- What? You're still alive?

- Who is this?

- Don't you recognise my voice?

Mr Tamawaki said

he'd go and watch the lovers die.

I thought it was you!

What do you mean by that?

I'm still alive.

I thought you were going

to die for love.

I had a feeling

you'd die with Mrs Tamawaki.

Are you there?

Yes.

More likely you'd be forced to do it.

By Who?

Mr Tamawaki.

I thought you'd be dead by now.

I was quite worried.

Silly boy.

Matsuzaki.

Good timing.

Perhaps we can watch some lovers die

at Lake Yasha. Come with me.

I don't see any.

What?

- Suicidal lovers.

- Me neither.

No sign of them today.

It's fun to watch them.

Did you see Lady Bladder Cherry?

- No.

- I saw her.

My wife, Shinako, is from Kanazawa.

I I I I I A'!

I told her what I came for.

"To see me die?", she said.

Then she asked,

"Who do you want me to die with?"

Would she kill herself

if you told her to?

Yes. Out of stubbornness.

Not for love, no,

but to stubbornly prove a point!

Just to show me and Irene.

I'm sick of it all.

I'm sick of women.

Who's Irene?

Ine, of course.

Irene was her German name.

Women can be stubborn.

By the way,

I asked Shinako who she'd die with.

She nominated you.

Would you die with her?

Shinako...

Shinako?

Shinako looks like...

...a beautiful lady

I met a long time ago.

A mysterious woman?

Splendid. Then die with her.

I've got pills, rope and knives.

Use whatever you wish.

Satisfied?

Now you can finally leave me.

Dearest, did I lose to lne?

Yes, because you loved him.

You men are so stupid.

Why would I risk my life for love?

You don't know women at all.

I want to see your face

before I die.

Kill me with your gun.

I'm here to watch your suicide,

not to commit murder.

Farewell, darling.

Just as the letter said.

This time we die as lovers.

Are you serious?

Let me die beautifully.

Don't be silly.

You're dying for your pride.

Why must I die too?

This is ridiculous!

I'm sorry,

but we're not even that close.

Don't you remember?

I gave you my soul.

That bladder cherry?

That was my soul.

I can't accept that. I won't.

I refuse!

Since I saw my lover in my dream.

I have come to depend on him.

What happened

to the festival drums?

I'm drinking with the money

I won from you.

They disappeared.

They echoed and died away.

Yours too, huh? I see.

...'. A.

They were getting closer.

- Then they just died away.

- Died away?

They weren't real.

The work of a phantom.

A phantom?

Neither man, nor animal.

A phantom.

A phantom.

You saw it, right?

Didn't you?

The lover's suicide?

Suicide?

A woman wanted me to die

with her, as lovers.

- Other strange things happened.

- You upped and ran?

Cheers to the strange woman!

With her hair in the formal style.

But she was blonde.

She died, but she still walks around.

Strange, isn't it!

A blonde.

Beautiful?

With blue eyes.

Blue eyes? Really?

Cheers to the blonde!

Oh, I'd love to see her.

I'd love to bed her.

Bed her?

An anarchist blowing up a blonde!

That suits you.

If everyone digs just a small hole...

.bang!

You get a big hole.

One we can go through.

To the world beyond?

Looks like you're finished.

What's the time?

Keep me company.

"Love". You don't have

to stand on ceremony.

It's not necessary any more.

Yes, you're right.

Let me have a look.

"Ko-omote".

That's right.

I never get tired of looking at it,

like a dream.

Is this...?

It's my inner self.

Your son?

Very impressive.

- It was all a cheap sham.

- Quench your thirst.

Mr Matsuzaki,

take a look at these dolls.

The inner self.

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