Ten Black Women Page #2

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Are you the wife of the producer Kaze?

- Yes.

I'm sorry to intrude like this.

My name is Miwako...

- Please come in!

Welcome.

You must be thirsty.

Can I fix you a drink?

I work in the printing of TV scripts.

I'm greatly indebted

to your husband for his help.

Not at all. On the contrary,

Kaze is indebted to you.

Have you heard of me?

I'm so happy you dropped by.

I hope we can be as good friends

as you are with Kaze.

I know this is bold of me

but would you divorce Kaze.

Divorce...?

This is rather awkward;

I think you have misjudged me.

Did Kaze propose to you?

No, never.

My husband died when my son

was in middle school.

I was at a complete loss

as to what to do.

Mr. Kaze helped me get a job in TV.

My business improved...

now I've even saved a little.

He's a very kind, good man.

He is a very kind man.

That's why he has such

a long string of lovers.

Madam, as far as I know...

he currently has six aside from me.

I know about eight.

Counting you.

I'm friends with some of them.

By being kind to everyone...

he's actually not being kind to anyone.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

I can't count the number of times

that I wanted to divorce him.

But divorcing him won't change a thing,

so long as I let it bother me.

If he told me he wanted to marry

another woman, I'd happily oblige him.

That's why I opened this restaurant.

It gives me something else

to occupy my mind.

You must love him very much.

Married couples are linked by fate.

Don't you feel any responsibility...

for your husband's actions?

I wish someone would kill him.

I don't think you can count on him

suddenly dropping dead from the flu.

It's open. Here is fine.

Have a seat.

I don't have much time,

so I'll be frank.

I'm sorry for this,

I know you're busy.

No worries. What are you going

to be frank about? Have one.

Well... I'm going on six years

in this department.

Three years in production.

You want a raise?

No... actually, yes,

but that's not it.

I want to be an independent producer

and I've studied very hard.

You're getting married?

- I can't work like this anymore.

It might not be appropriate to speak to

the bureau chief about this,

but I didn't know who else to turn to.

If there's a squabble in the editing

department, it's my responsibility.

It's not a squabble.

I'm the only one who's upset.

Is this about someone in particular?

A man? A woman?

It's a man.

Is it love?

No, I'm not interested in him.

And yet he's on your mind.

Just for now...

could you rearrange my duties?

Is it Kaze?

- Will you?

So... do you think women

are cut out for the TV business?

Are you firing me?

- No.

Don't be so defensive.

There are always men in a TV studio who

aren't very serious.

Are you talking about Kaze?

I'm not naming names.

There are a lot of them.

That's just how it is.

Say what you like,

but women are better off at home.

What happens when women marry men

who work at TV studios?

Men working at TV studios

don't elect to be husbands.

The way it works today...

people try to work to their

full potential, despite limited time.

As everyone says...

it sounds good on paper.

I don't think it's a delusion.

Women eventually get married

and have children.

Childbirth confirms the power women

already know they have.

Men are tragic.

We can't give birth.

We don't know how to raise children.

That's why we identify with our work.

Are you a prisoner of your job?

In TV, there's no end,

only a series of climaxes.

When you finish a project,

there's no time to reflect on the results.

It's actually difficult and awful.

I admit I have methods to cope.

But it sure is hard to do this job

and retain your humanity.

Chief... is the bureau chief here?

Yeah!

- Chief!

What?

There you are.

The executive director wants you.

Company men are all the same.

I'm practicing,

I tend to choke on-air.

Shouldn't you be on set?

I have six minutes.

I'm on at 4, 7:
30, and 9.

I choke every time

the camera's on me.

I've never had that problem.

You're terrific.

I always do my makeup at home.

I thought I might find you here.

I'm generally here

when I'm not on set.

Let's shake.

- No. - Why?

The doctor said I have a skin disease.

My fingers itch and I want to tear

the skin off my palms.

It might be scabies.

- I don't care.

It's contagious.

- I don't care.

This is the first time anyone

has ever loved me.

I can feel the blood rushing

through my body.

Thanks for the dinner.

Don't mention it,

I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.

I understand you're going to the US...

to introduce traditional

Japanese kabuki.

I think it's wonderful

you're doing that.

I sometimes see Mr. Kaze in the studio.

- Oh, you're too kind.

Please give your husband my regards.

He's so busy,

I haven't seen him for quite some time.

So, if you see him first,

please give him my regards.

I hope everything is all right here.

Please come in.

Is anyone here?

Now, where were we?

The plan to kill Kaze, I mean.

We'll do it here at the

Katyusha Restaurant.

You said it was perfect because

no one lives here, and I agreed.

We still have to decide the day

and the weapon.

Oh, yes... that's right.

How about sleeping pills?

It's hard to get the dosage right.

He could just sleep like a baby

and wake up grouchy.

A pistol would be good if

it weren't for the noise.

Noise wouldn't be a problem here.

I don't like how a pistol looks.

They look like they're made for killing.

I saw a movie where someone

was suffocated with a pillow.

That's good.

It's beautiful in an odd way.

But it requires incredible strength.

You have to push down

until you're covered sweat.

It was a French actor.

I forget his name.

Are we really going to kill him?

You'll do it?

No, I meant you.

- Yuck, I don't want to.

So... will everyone come?

They'll come.

They already said they want to

help you string up your husband.

Everybodys curious just to hear

what you'll say.

I'm just interested in what

choice words they have for him.

Nine women, each with a butcher knife

stabbing in turn, would be exhilarating.

That sounds good...

But it's ten women.

Really? I had no idea.

I know, the makeup artist.

Which one?

She's pretty, but her face is sad.

She looks a little like a Siamese cat.

What's so funny?

I figured as much... Not her.

- Then who?

Do you know the receptionist Nanae?

Her?! That's crossing the line.

I feel bad for Kaze.

And you're to blame!

You're his first mistress, and you just

let him have more and more lovers.

Just a second...

who are you calling a "mistress"?

I'm sorry, I meant a "lover".

It's a wonder none of them

have gotten pregnant.

All of his lovers seem capable

of bearing children.

When my first child was stillborn,

I found out I could no longer have children.

He made it so that he couldn't either.

That was kind.

I know. He's such a kind man.

If one woman could satisfied him,

I'd gladly give him up.

I believe that from the bottom

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