Ten Black Women Page #6

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roses for you. - ...Going home.

Right this way.

The beer the other day was nice.

Have a seat.

Chief, the executive director

left, saying to call him if you need him.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot.

I have a mess to clean up.

Get him something cold to drink.

I'll do it.

This is heavenly.

Hey... some water.

Take it.

I think I have enough money so

we can live together...

without working.

- Sounds good.

I got a good price on my condo,

I still have money

after buying this house.

We'll loaf around this old house

and not do anything.

Sounds good.

- We can go into town if it's dull.

No way... might run into

someone from the station.

Maybe I should just go back to work.

You don't belong there anymore.

- Why?

The station sent a resignation form

to your house and your wife forwarded it.

I filled it out and returned it.

Of all the stupid...

I'm not quitting.

I already sent it.

I'll tell them it was a misunderstanding.

You're supposed to be sick.

How will you explain...

gallivanting around town with me?

I'll think of something.

And pretending to have been murdered?

You put on quite a show.

- No one will talk...

even if I was really dead.

- Then I'll talk.

Why? It's just fodder for

the Weeklies.

My name won't be worth a dime.

A person's dead...

because of what you did.

Miwako Migishi.

Forget...?

Let's forget her.

Her son is a capable

high school student.

He can run the printing shop.

She was stupid to kill herself.

She only hurt people by doing it.

Where're you going?

Futaba will think of something.

Your wife divorced you.

- Cut it out.

Do you take pleasure in trying to

surprise me with bizarre stories?

Go to city hall and check.

The paperwork is in order.

I didn't agree to get divorced,

ergo, I'm still married.

The decision was made by

mutual consent.

I'l tell them it was executed

without my knowledge.

"It will just be fodder for the Weeklies."

Does Futaba really want

to divorce me?

It was her idea.

She said she calculated

how much you spent...

setting her up in the restaurant and

would pay you back every last penny.

Impossible...

I don't believe it.

Hello, it's me.

Yes, I really quit.

No, not just the revue.

I'm not acting anymore.

Yes, I regret that I won't

be able to perform on the radio.

It was complicated,

but this is the decision I made.

The revue should be making

an announcement soon.

Thanks for calling, goodbye.

You've quit as an actress?

So? I bet you thought

I wasn't a quitter.

You're a fool.

You're right:
I'm a fool!

Just because you quit your job

doesn't mean that I have to quit mine.

I made a promise:

Never to let you go back to work.

To whom...?

Your mistresses.

So you planned this whole thing?!

Not all of it.

It's funny. I agreed to lock you up,

and then everyone started to feel bad.

They agreed to all chip in

to support you.

They said that they'd continue to pay,

no matter their salaries.

They didn't want to be indebted

to anyone if I ever set you free.

They're going to pay

1,000 Yen a month each.

They'll stop paying if you get married.

So the nine of us together

will pay 9,000 Yen.

I'll give you an allowance,

but keep it a secret.

You're not human!

You're devils!

No, we're not.

I've told people before that

you're a non-entity.

It can happen to anyone who gets

caught up in the modern social system.

They become quite skilled in

walking quickly and office work,

but they lose their ability

to connect with other people.

You have nothing to offer a woman.

But you still have the shape of a man.

That's why you were erased.

If that's the case,

it's not my fault.

Blame the modern social system.

I'm a victim.

We can't kill the social system.

We can't kill TV.

But we can kill people

and other animals.

Don't cry.

I love you very much.

Although I have to admit it's strange.

But it's the truth.

Everyone abducted you

because they loved you.

I removed every obstacle

preventing us from being together.

Your job, my job...

If we're together and in love,

there will be no reason to cry.

You're wrong,

you can't decide this for me.

Let's have children.

You can still have them,

can't you?

Can't it be reversed with

a minor surgery?

Once we have children,

maybe we'll both feel like working again.

This isn't about children.

You don't understand anything.

I want to work.

My dearly departed parents

dressed me up in pretty clothes...

but that was the only love

they showed me.

I never wanted to be an actress,

it was just something that happened.

I suspect that it was the same for you.

Your job at the station wasn't

more important than life itself.

You just plugged away at it,

without questioning.

Why do you work?

Why do you live?

What is your purpose in life?

Have you ever thought about it?

Men have to carve out

a niche to work,

they can't have children?

He'd be lazy.

He'd be a bum.

I'm not that kind of a man.

I may as well be dead

as just do nothing here.

So that's how it is?

People are all the same.

We both speak Japanese,

but you can't understand

what I'm saying.

I can only wonder why you're so sad.

Come on... let me have my job back.

No, I promised.

Please.

I have an idea.

Nobody actually rubbed you out.

You can't work at the station,

but this is a big country.

You could start all over again.

It would be a healthier, at least.

Absolutely not! Forget it!

You don't leave me much choice.

So long as we're going to live together,

let's try to get along.

Dammit! I'm a man!

There's no way we'll get along!

She's so cruel.

She went upstairs and left you crying.

If you think about it,

you have no one to blame but yourself.

But if you had agreed to marry me...

it would have never come to this.

It breaks my heart to look at you.

I wish someone really would kill you.

Then we could be together.

You have to hold on for

a little while longer.

Don't cry, be strong.

Goodbye.

Don't break things.

I'd like to call this party to a close.

I'd like to end this with

a word from Miss Ishinoshita.

I'm flattered that you held

such a beautiful party...

for a second-rate actress like me,

particularly since the revue

has so little money.

I will never forget your kindness.

I'm choking up.

I will always consider

the revue my home.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

What's so strange about

coming to your farewell party?

After all, we've known each other...

for such a long time.

And we're all friends here.

It's hard to express

how grateful we are.

Thanks to you,

I'm to be married this autumn.

I'm not a rival anymore.

We've all become good friends.

Isn't the missus in high spirits?

I'm not "the missus"...

I'm making good money now.

I bet men would like to marry you.

I'm finished with men.

I don't want to say, "Oh, you're

a friend of my husband's," ever again.

I knew a woman whose husband died,

and suddenly she started wearing

dazzling kimono and going out more.

She died shortly after.

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