Still Walking Page #4

- Poop.

- Whose poop?

- Daddy's.

- Daddy's?

Poop? I used to make those

when I was a kid.

You should use our phone.

That Vietnamese place

was good, right?

I'm stepping outside.

Is it work?

Yes, probably.

He's so busy.

Does he come home late?

He's had a lot of overtime.

He's still in his 40s.

He'll be fine.

Whose oil painting?

- A van Gogh?

- I doubt it's a van Gogh.

How much does he get

for restoring one painting?

It's a lot of work.

How much did you say?

I'm asking her how much.

Here's your reward

for helping Grandma.

Thank you.

- Mutsu.

- Thank you.

We love Grandma's house.

Where's Atsushi?

Not to worry.

It's not a big deal.

Listen, by the way...

do you know anyone

at Shinbido Publishers?

Yeah, I figured not.

Oh hello.

Let's all get together

for dinner soon.

You don't have

to invite Mishima.

"Homoclomin...

Prolmon...

Tryptanol...

Neophagen..."

Don't touch the medicine.

Come here.

- Here.

- Grandma already -

This is from your Grandpa.

Have a seat.

What do you want to be

when you grow up?

What? A soccer player?

A piano tuner.

A tuner? Why?

Just spit it out. Here.

Because I like

my music teacher.

A woman?

The idea that a man be swayed

by some woman in his career choice...

Show me your fingers.

You seem nimble.

My father got sick

when I was a kid too,

so I decided to become a doctor.

Did he get better?

Your father.

He died

before I became a doctor.

Being a doctor is good.

It's a worthwhile job.

You go play.

Please don't give him

any ideas.

I won't let him be a doctor.

It's not like I can afford

to wait another 20 years.

I can't help that.

I wasn't talking to you.

I know that.

Taking a little break.

Sure, you should rest.

You must be tired

keeping Dad and Mom company.

About that phone call -

turns out they don't need me.

Oh, the Setagaya Museum?

You just made all that up.

I didn't really have a choice.

- So it's a Chagall.

- What is?

- The oil painting you're restoring.

- A Chagall?

What are you going to do

with all these?

I'm storing them

for when I need them.

When are you ever

going to need

this many paper bags?

And the refrigerator's stuffed,

as always.

I feel safe when it's full.

Refrigerators aren't

to make you feel safe.

They're to keep things cold.

Hey...

does Dad play Pachinko?

It's you?

What do you care

if I play Pachinko?

There are other things,

like haiku and yoga.

I feel so relieved when I hear

that Pachinko sound.

Sure, Mom.

You've earned the right to spend

on whatever you please.

Listen...

what about this house?

What about it?

Well, you know,

if you don't want us,

we don't want

to force ourselves on you.

I haven't said we don't want you.

It's just that -

It's just what?

I think your father won't like it.

You only bring up Dad

when it's convenient.

If we knock down

the examining room

and make separate residences,

we can both be independent.

I didn't know we made those sweets

from rice flour, did you?

Of course not.

It's getting cooler.

Let's go visit his grave.

What about you?

I'm fine.

I went recently.

In that case, I'll join you instead.

It'll be a nice walk.

- I'd better wear a hat.

- Sure, why not?

Why does she get so excited?

It's just visiting a grave.

I wonder who left these flowers.

His widow?

If she came this far, she'd visit.

Guess you're right.

Maybe it was Yoshio.

He'd never do

anything so thoughtful.

- Tossing them?

- Ours won't fit.

I'll light incense.

It was so hot all day.

The water must feel good.

There's nothing more unbearable...

than praying

at your child's grave.

I never did anything

to deserve this.

What do you want, Mom?

Her husband's perfectly nice...

but I'm too old to live

with a stranger.

And the kids sure make

a lot of noise.

So you don't want them to.

Besides...

if they move back,

it makes it harder for you to.

Me? I can't move back.

I mean, after your father dies.

After he dies...

You know I can't take

my brother's place.

Of course I know that.

In that case...

Are you two

going to have children?

Where'd that come from?

You should think it over.

It's harder to divorce

with children.

What are you talking about?

Isn't the line normally,

"I can't wait for grandkids"?

Your family isn't normal.

These days we're not abnormal.

You used to catch butterflies

in Karuizawa

with your father.

You remember?

I don't.

Let's go visit

your father's grave too.

Whatever.

Oh, it's not "whatever."

Look, a yellow butterfly.

They say butterflies

that survive the winter

come back yellow

the following year.

Really?

Sounds made-up to me.

- That's what I heard.

- From whom?

I can't remember.

Ever since I heard that,

whenever I see yellow butterflies,

it just breaks my heart.

Climbing this hill

gets harder every year.

In a car,

you'd be up here in a flash.

It's better for you to walk.

You're right.

It's good exercise.

So you're graduating

from college?

Yes. Thanks for asking.

Have you found work?

I wanted a job in the media,

but I got turned down everywhere.

And that drama school?

Sorry, I quit that two years ago.

Oh, I see.

What a shame.

That's what you said

to him last year.

I did?

I'm helping out at a small ad agency.

Maybe I'll get a job there.

That's perfectly fine, right?

When I say ads,

I mean more like supermarket flyers.

- Did you take their exam?

- Nothing formal like that.

Thanks.

I figure I'll keep

helping out there for now.

Well, in any case, nothing's more

important than your health.

Well, my health is my only asset.

Um, seriously...

if Junpei-san

hadn't saved me back then,

I wouldn't be here now.

I just feel so sorry

and so grateful.

Thank you so much.

I'll live my life

for Junpei-san too.

Well, I should be going...

Oh, sorry.

Your legs okay?

- They're numb from the tatami.

- There's a step there.

I'm sorry.

I can walk now.

You're just 25.

You can be anything you want.

No, I can see my life

won't go anywhere.

Come again next year.

Promise, okay?

We'll be waiting.

I will.

Well, if you'll excuse me...

Take care.

Sorry.

He got even fatter.

He must weigh over 220 pounds.

All that fat across his back.

He had two of the desserts

he brought for us.

- And three glasses of ice tea.

- No wonder he's fat.

Look, his sweat!

Here too! Disgusting!

He even used the wrong

conjugation thanking us

for Junpei saving his life.

We should've given him

the Rodeo Boy.

You're right.

Go chase him down at the bus stop.

Ryo.

Not me.

That...

that useless piece of trash.

Why'd my son have to save him?

There were plenty of others.

Please don't call him "useless"

and "trash" in front of the kids.

"A job in the media."

So pretentious.

He wasn't being pretentious.

The truth is he's barely

got part-time work.

What's wrong with that?

He's still young.

His body just keeps growing.

There's no point

in him being alive.

You heard him apologizing.

Apologizing for being alive.

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