Parade (2009) Movie Script
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AN ISAO YUKISADA FILM
SUGIMOTO RYOSUKE, AGE 21
3rd Year College Economics Major
At early dawn, in this park in
Tokyo's Set a gay a ward...
a female on her way home was suddenly
beaten and seriously injured.
In the day, this park is crowded with
parents and children in tow.
At night, with no pedestrian traffic,
it returns to silence.
This park's popularity
will surely dissipate.
Mornin'.
Morning.
Who's today's guest on TETSUKO'S ROOM?
Beats me.
Is that... the park by the station?
Seems so.
The perpetrator attacked the female
college student from behind...
smashing with a blunt instrument.
Continually hitting her until
she was unconscious.
That's why all the helicopters.
- Don't turn it off.
- You ain't watchin'.
A rerun of Maruyama's show is on next.
Whatever. Got a killer hangover.
Flip it on when it starts.
Whatever.
By the way, has the great
Maruyama called?
Says he's busy filming.
He's in a movie?
Starring with Ekura Ryou.
Amazing, huh?
Love story?
Ain't she old for him?
It's...
the role of young brother who falls
in love with his older step sister.
That's pushing it.
Hey, Koto.
For people bored like us...
"time" is not a linear line but...
more like the edges of connected rings.
Doesn't it feel like we're reliving
past moments?
I think...
it's from a lack of authenticity.
You listenin'?
Dunno. Besides, I'm not bored.
Oh...
Hey, Koto.
Stop or you'll have no eyebrows.
Still got them.
Gonna hit the store.
Want anything?
Guess I'll come too.
You don't have to.
Why not?
With you, I can't read the mags I want.
What magazines?
- What will you read?
- Whatever I want.
- Porno mags?
- I don't read 'em.
- Porno mags!
- I do NOT read them.
Did...
something happen?
I'm fine. I came here willingly.
Please let me be.
Next door is running call girls.
Why jump to conclusions?
The girl I saw, bowed politely
and said thank you.
What else then?
Religion. Gotta be a religion.
Stay out of it. What if it's a cult?
Naoki thought it was a cult too.
Naoki too?
Yes. If Naoki said so,
it must be true.
Besides, we live like illegal aliens.
Sharing a room secretly as a group.
Guess we're both at fault.
Illegal aliens?
Got a hairy back, don't ya?
- My back?
- I saw it before.
What? When did you?
While you were sleeping.
- I don't have hair.
- Right here at the back.
I don't. No way.
- It's real bad, y'know.
- Oh no. The beer.
Give it a rest.
This way. C'mon.
They're watching.
You're embarrassing me.
Has Maruyama noticed?
Noticed what?
Your hairy back.
You still on about that.
- Maybe he noticed but can't tell you.
- I don't have a hairy back.
Some call that kindness...
Thank you.
Pardon me.
Isn't that...
Quick, get in.
- See that?
- Yeah. Who is he?
He's on TV. That flunky for
the past Prime Minister.
Noguchi...
Noguchi Yoshio.
Yeah, Noguchi Yoshio.
The police...
Call the police.
The police?
Gross me out. I'll never sleep with pigs
like him screwing next door.
Wait. You just said they weren't
running an escort service.
Call the police if you want, but we'll
get evicted if they check us out.
This place is reserved for newly weds.
So what's a porno production doing
next door?
Don't ask me.
Your cell's ringing. Answer it.
Yo man.
Okay to talk? At school?
Overslept. Just woke up.
Ah, the life of a student.
You free end of the month?
End of the month? Yeah, probably.
Wanna go to Izu? The Izu Plateau.
Izu?
I want you to drive.
What's your car's name again?
Momoko.
Oh yeah. "Momoko."
Who's going?
As of now, me and my girlfriend.
- So Kiwako is going too?
- Yeah.
Bring your girlfriend too.
Ain't got one now.
Then bring somebody, anybody.
Lemme know if you're in or out soon.
Sure. Call you later.
Almost forgot.
Is Tashiro Shiny a your friend?
Shiny a? I know him. Jimmy, right?
Had the same class first year.
Heard he died.
What?
Died?
Yeah.
How?
Motorcycle accident.
Head on collision with a truck.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Yesterday was the funeral.
I found out today.
Life is fucked up.
That's all I can say.
- Anyway, call me soon. See you.
- Sure.
Koto, you free end of the month?
As long as Maruyama doesn't call.
When will you know?
Why?
Umezaki asked me to go to Izu Plateau.
Ask him on TV.
Amazing how you can just sit
and wait for him.
Ever thought you were wasting
your life?
Even I think so, yeah.
How can you be so calm?
More importantly, who died?
A friend.
Isn't his death more serious than
going to lzu?
Guess so.
You're right.
You up?
What time is it?
Eight already.
Oh... shit.
Work?
Better call in sick.
- You sure?
- Yeah. No worries.
Naoki-san, you're home early, eh?
We released our movie last week.
I'm free as a bird.
Ryosuke, who died?
Somebody died, right?
Sort of a friend.
Sort of?
Not really. He dropped out second year,
hadn't seen him lately.
Oh. You skip work?
- Day off.
- I'm home.
- Really?
- Welcome back.
Whose beer?
Naoki's.
Ryosuke's friend died.
Really? That's rough.
Will you drop it.
Can I ask you something
totally unrelated?
Keep it simple.
What if your boyfriend's friend
said he liked you? What would you do?
Do about what?
I mean, would it bother you
or make you happy?
This "friend" got guts?
Guts?
Nope, no will-power.
Then he'd bother me.
What if he had guts?
Is he interested in Basquiat
or Andy Warhol?
Nope. And why does that matter?
You're home early.
- "Bas...
- You too.
- Jogging again?
- "Basquiat"?
- Way to keep it up.
- Hmm, "Basquiat."
Gimme your opinion.
What?
You're a total stalker.
Ya think?
You better wake up to that fact.
Wake up to what?
That you're a stalker.
She's an assertive girl, isn't she?
Huh? You know Kiwako?
She's wild. Likes to say, "I wanna give
you head". Umezaki said so.
No way!
You bad boy.
Don't pump up this wholesome virgin's
fantasies.
You a virgin?
No, I'm not.
Might as well be.
Thing is...
I think I love her.
Love her? Think you love her? Which?
"Think" is my way of being shy.
You're simple on the outside,
a wreck on the inside.
- I look simple?
- Yeah.
So simple why don't you go
ring door and confess your love?
Say, "I THINK I love you."
Tell her "think" is your shyness.
See you.
You going?
Guess I'll go too.
Go where?
To confess.
Confess my love? Nope, can't do it.
She's my friend's girl.
Then why don't you just go on
that damn picnic with them?
- See you.
- Take care.
Naoki-san!
MATSUZONO HIROSHI AND KIWAKO
What're you doing?
What's up?
What's up?
Isn't my brother home yet?
Doesn't seem so.
So you dropped by, right?
I was in the neighborhood so...
Oh, your phone is ringing.
So it is.
Hello.
Just walked in the door.
My cell is dead.
Sorry.
End of the month, right?
Just us two? How boring.
Just kidding. Sure, fine.
Why don't you invite Ryosuke?
I see. Not interested is he?
I got an early day tomorrow.
I'm off to bed.
Good night.
Not going to Izu, are you?
Never said I wasn't going.
Umezaki said,
"Say hello to Ryosuke for me".
Kidding. How would he know
you're here?
He wouldn't.
But...
why didn't you tell him?
Did you want me to?
Have a drink, will ya?
No, I drove.
Go home after you feel sober.
But you got an early day.
It's not like I have a paper route.
Here.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Slowly.
Slow down.
Say something.
Going once, twice, sold.
What the hell?
Kiwako-san...
My family runs a sushi shop in Shimane.
My father always told me to...
become a great sushi customer rather
than a great chef. Raised me that way.
But my mom was still against me
going to college in Tokyo.
For a poor sushi family
from the sticks...
going to university in Tokyo
was financially impossible.
But what changed my mother's mind was...
a nonchalant comment from my dad.
"I want Ryosuke to go to Tokyo
and meet all kinds of people."
"Like the son of a fisherman
from Tosa."
"Or the daughter of
a traditional Kyoto restaurant.
"Wouldn't it be great if
he had friends like that?"
When asked what a father can do
for his son, he replied...
"All I can do is kick him out
of the house."
Sounds like a great dad.
But I'm dumb. Soon as I got in college,
I asked a guy in my class...
"Sorry but what does your father do?"
He said, "He's a civil servant".
A public servant working in Kanazawa.
So in my heart...
I guaranteed my father's wish.
That's so you.
What's wrong? Ryosuke?
Now, he's dead.
I... dunno what I should do.
Sis, you sleeping?
Go away.
What're you doing,
bringing a guy home?
Sorry. Just go will you. Please.
Why's he crying?
Why you crying? Why?
OUKOUCHI KOTOMI, AGE 23
Unemployed
Another beating less than 1 km
from the first crime scene.
Another young woman was attacked
on the street in Set a gay a ward.
The crime scene located in
a housing district...
I'm back.
Welcome back.
Who's today's guest on TETSUKO'S ROOM?
Beats me.
What?
Did something happen?
Nothing.
Where'd you sleep last night?
You don't have to tell.
My girlfriend's.
Since when do you have a girlfriend?
You don't have to tell.
Why you acting strange?
Hey, aren't you hungry?
Aren't ya?
Lunch is on me.
Seriously? Why?
- I won.
- Won?
Why you grinning?
- I won.
- At what?
- Tell me.
- I can't.
Won at what?
- You wanna win too, don't you?
- Yeah, I do.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
And I'll teach you how to do it
in one swing.
- Welcome.
- What ya do is...
- Girls' Day soba.
- Sure.
- Girls' Day soba coming up.
- You listening?
Gross me out.
That sucked! Did you see his face?
Can't believe he can eat
in his line of work.
Think he noticed we live next door?
'Course so. That's why he got
Girls' Day soba.
Why's that soba got five colors anyway?
You fine with this?
It can't be helped.
The world takes all kinds of people.
Some of them eat five colored soba.
That's not what I mean.
Maybe you can't imagine a pimp
eating five colored soba.
I know. But that's reality.
Why're you so sensible all of a sudden?
Naoki and Mirai said some girls
happily sell their bodies.
Life with your neighbors
in the big city is delicate.
Next door is a whorehouse!
A whorehouse!
A broth...
What!
Don't get upset!
We don't know that for sure.
- With the smirk on his face, no doubt.
- I told ya...
Then how about... let's find out.
You go as a customer.
Me? No way.
I'll pay. And if it's really
a whorehouse, we call the police.
You really gonna pay?
No. No way.
Maybe you never been?
Never. That a bad thing?
You scared?
I ain't scared.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
- You scared?
- I ain't.
How uncool.
Wait.
Azusa.
I... love you... after all.
Yuuki.
I can't hear you.
I love you.
I can't hear you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love... you.
I can't hear you.
Shut up.
Maruyama is so cool.
Ya think? You like this role?
Like it fine.
I gotta go to work. See you.
Bye.
Good morning everyone
on your way to work.
I'm Fuchino Toyoko. Official candidate
for the People's Party.
Representing housewives, I aim for
a safer, more peaceful Set a gay a ward.
I am fighting for this ward election.
Fuchino Toyoko wants your votes.
Another woman attacked on
the Set a gay a ward streets.
Area police have stepped up precautions
as attacks targeting women continue.
The perpetrator smashed victim C
repeatedly with a blunt instrument...
Morning.
Mornin'.
The dryer is over there.
Thanks.
Where's Ryosuke? School?
Yeah. Left an hour ago.
Don't you have classes too?
Classes?
Me? Nope.
Then I'll ask. You got plans today?
Plans?
Not really.
Then how about staying with me
till Ryosuke comes back?
Don't mind.
You don't?
I'm Kotomi.
Satoru.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Why don't you get dressed?
Get dressed.
How many of you live here anyway?
I was hung over
sleeping on the sofa and...
around 7am a guy came out of there.
Who the hell are you?
The name's Satoru.
Somebody in the john?
Probably not as far as I know.
Then he strolled over here...
made me a banana juice shake.
Told me it cured hangovers.
But bananas at the crack of dawn
make me barf.
Didn't you know Naoki lived here?
I took it for granted he lived alone.
So after drinking the banana juice,
she then popped out.
Who are you?
It's me, Satoru.
So what? Why so defiant?
Mirai totally sucks.
She wasn't hung over,
she was still drunk.
So they both left?
Yeah. Naoki-san left,
then Ryosuke woke up.
Brooding "I'm worthless".
Mirai got out of the bath, ordered him
to give her a ride. Then they left.
Another morning in paradise.
So I took a bath to wake up
'cause I was sleepy. And you got up.
Anybody else gonna pop out?
Not anymore.
Thank God.
But...
how do you get any peace 'round here?
Well...
if this were the internet
it's like a chat room or BBS.
Chat?
Not a place for flaming
or confessing bad stuff.
More like a site filled with virtue.
If you don't like it, you leave.
If you like it, you stay and laugh.
A kind of free space.
Just friends on the outside.
Friends on the outside?
Otherwise, things would get wrecked.
Hello?
My boyfriend is finally free!
That's great.
Sorry to drag you here and leave.
No worries. I'll go home.
Come back again.
- You mean it?
- Sure. See you again.
You can have my winnings.
Mean it? Thanks.
- Bye-bye.
- See ya.
People will see.
People will see.
Let's go inside.
Wait. Stop it.
Leaving already?
Sorry to wake you.
My manager says I gotta meet
an actress.
For the film?
Nah, the film's over.
Next is a TV drama.
Who you meeting?
Takeuchi Yuko.
An older woman again?
I don't have the clout to say no.
Nuttin' I can do.
Sorry I never have time for you.
I'm happy you'll still meet me
after our bad break up.
That again.
I mean...
I---
I never trust "nice people.
Holds true in show biz as well.
So don't worry about us.
Well, I gotta go.
Good luck.
I'm back!
Did you bring him here?
Him? Who?
See. Kotomi didn't see him.
So he was gone when Koto got up?
I made him a banana protein shake.
I assumed he was your friend.
- I thought so too.
- Dunno him. Never seen him.
Figured Mirai got drunk and brought him.
Anything stolen?
Hey wait. You talking about Satoru?
I knew it. You brought him here.
Shit. He's your friend.
What you doing with such a kid?
He's not my friend.
But you know his name.
Ryosuke's friend, right?
I said I don't know him.
Then who is he? I made breakfast
and went to pachinko with him.
Pachinko?
Anything stolen?
Nuttin. My piggy bank is safe.
My PC and data are as well.
My stuff is fine too.
But would a thief go back to bed or
stop to eat breakfast?
There's a goblin that does that.
- What's that?
- Pardon?
A red faced child goblin...
- He didn't come back, did he?
- No way, right?
The door's locked, right?
- Goon.
- I'm good, thanks.
Why not? Someone's at the door.
Naoki, it's your place, you answer.
Hurry.
Koto!
He's outside.
Wanna jump him?
Over here, Koto.
Mirai-san?
Huh? Me?
Kotomi-san. Ryosuke.
Naoki-san.
- Go get it.
- Go on, take a look.
- Anybody home?
- Hurry.
Oh, you're here.
So Satoru, as you were in a park,
a cross-dresser named Laura...
and the defendant Soma Mirai jumped out
calling "found you" and kidnapped you.
Yes.
Kidnapped is going too far.
More like coerced.
- May 1?
- Sure.
This isn't her first offense.
So it's highly credible.
No objections.
Show us evidence!
Marilyn Mama was with us.
What did this Marilyn Mama look like?
Buddha statue face with makeup.
No doubt about it.
Was Marilyn Mama with us?
Most of the time.
Then, I... brought you... back here?
Said if I didn't get in the cab
you'd scream down Yasukuni street.
Who's first for a bath?
You go ahead.
I'll pass today.
Then I'm up.
Satoru, come on into my room.
She's gonna do some method acting
exercises. Leave her be.
This way.
But...
I really don't remember!
SOMA MIRAI, AGE 24
illustrator/Shop Clerk
Satoru.
I'm back.
Welcome back.
What're ya up to?
Mirai, you smoke?
Didn't you know?
The apartment is no smoking.
I tried once but Naoki kicked me
out onto the balcony.
He's a health nut.
Won't even drink coffee.
He's too straight.
Dirtying the fresh morning air
with my smoke... feels great.
You're pretty warped.
Ya think?
Make some cash tonight?
Three guys?
30,000 yen?
Three dicks.
Satoru.
Got a favor to ask.
Koto.
Don't stare so much.
Why not?
Why not? Makes me feel strange.
How real.
What is?
Koto! Koto!
No coming in!
Why you buck naked?
Modeling.
Need me?
Yeah. Next door. That guy.
Saw him in the elevator.
Took a chance and said something.
Said what?
"I know, ya know".
I know, ya know.
What are you inquiring about?
If the landlord finds out,
you'll be in a fix, won't you?
Guess I'm in a jam.
But we don't service young customers.
And we're booked all month.
Then I'll snitch.
Understood.
You drive a hard bargain.
So I made a booking.
Wow! I always knew you could!
Good boy!
- Told ya.
- Good boy, Ryosuke!
What's up?
Undercover infiltration.
What kind of investigation?
The whorehouse next door.
No way.
Sending Ryosuke into that den of sin
to get the truth.
Sounds fun.
- Doesn't it? Wanna help?
- But...
the guy admitted to it, right?
So there's no need to infiltrate.
Oh, yeah.
Idiot. He lowered the normal rate of
30,000 yen to 20,000.
20,0007 Expensive.
What's up?
- The investigation is off.
- That's cheap.
- I'm low on cash.
- He knocked 10,000 off.
I'm broke.
- You breaking your promise?
- 'Cause it's too expensive.
But we got 10,000 yen off.
It could've cost ya 30,000.
20,000 ain't no bargain.
It ain't gonna happen!
See you.
SERIAL PHANTOM KILLER CASE
What're you readin'?
A flyer warning about
the recent attacks.
So it's my fault?
Wanna eat?
- No, thanks.
- But I wanna go.
Gimme the money.
Pay your own way.
- Pay half, then.
- No way.
- Go on, let him take a look.
- Show me angel.
It's swollen. Get it pulled.
No way. That'll hurt.
Get shit faced on vodka, then do it.
How about we drink mouth-to-mouth?
When you sober up, you'll be in hell.
Welcome. Over here.
- Good evening.
- Why if it isn't Miss Amnesia.
Sit down.
You're usual, right?
- Surgery hurts.
- Is that right?
What's this? You two back together?
Never.
- Does it really hurt?
- Yes.
Hey, look at this.
It was in the post today.
I heard! Saw it on TV.
Daitabashi is close to you guys.
You and Koto better be careful.
It gives me chills.
Naoki, notice something about
the dates of the attacks?
- The dates?
- Two weeks since the first attack.
Two weeks?
The same time Satoru moved in.
Hold on. Wasn't it more recent?
No, it wasn't.
You suspect him?
You been reading too many
Yamamura Misa mysteries.
No, I haven't.
Nice one!
As for the source, you're the one
who brought Satoru in.
That's true, but...
What kind of kid do you
think he is?
What kind of kid?
Like any other these days.
I wonder sometimes.
I'm gonna vomit.
You okay?
What're you on about? Spit it out.
So look...
Maybe this will make sense.
Satoru is not the guy Ryosuke thinks
he is. Not the guy Koto thinks either.
Not the guy you envision either.
Nor the guy I think he is either.
Tell me something I don't know.
You're the only one who knows Satoru
like you know him.
Meaning?
Me and you, all of us, knows
our own individual Satoru.
So nobody knows Satoru
as we all know him.
That kind of Satoru doesn't exist.
Misaki, you okay?
Come on.
Know what a "multiverse" is?
Nope.
How about a "universe"?
The cosmos, right?
Yeah, one universe.
Multiverse means many universes
comprising reality.
See you.
Did it hurt? Was it huge?
The biggest ever.
That's no good.
Surprised even me.
How are the new roommates?
Things working out?
A dumb student, a love dependent girl.
A would-be illustrator slash fag hag.
A health nut jogger.
I'm the most normal one.
Can you believe it?
No matter what, they're not the kind
who like to be told the truth.
So why do you live there?
Dunno.
But when I'm near them,
I somehow have fun.
I see. That's great.
Hey you boys!
Wait. Wait.
It's me.
Mirai.
Next bar, next bar.
- Another bar.
- I've had it.
- Let's go.
- I'm leaving.
- Sorry.
- You running off?
Sorry.
Let's go home.
Nope!
Still got lots to talk about with you.
Now, go!
Got it.
It's a warm night.
I'll take you somewhere special.
We're off.
- OK.
- Run.
Run faster!
Let's go.
Hang on. Wait now.
Hold on.
Hurry up.
Ouch!
- You okay?
- That hurt.
- My leg.
- On your feet.
- Come on.
- Where to?
Trust me.
You okay?
Fine.
Feast your eyes.
- You sure?
- It's fine.
Here we go.
- Well? Nice, eh?
- Real nice.
- Like it?
- I do.
I've crashed here a bunch.
Must be cold in winter.
Not in the winter. Sleeping here will
get you Killed.
Where'd you sleep before our place?
All over.
Saunas, friends' houses. And...
Customers' rooms?
Yep.
In this kinda situation,
folks talk about their childhood.
You want to?
Don't want to but...
Go ahead. Now's the time for it.
I could, but it would all be a lie.
What kind of a kid were you?
Me?
I was always...
scared shit less of my dad.
The way he slammed the door or...
shouted at my mother. Could hear
his voice all the way upstairs.
I always plugged my ears.
In grade school, I went to the
kitchen to get a drink.
With the door closed, I heard dad having
sex with my mother against her will.
Dad threatened...
"This is what a wife is for."
Mom was crying.
I can't forget his voice to this day.
Shit, you fell asleep?
I'm back.
- Me too.
- Welcome back.
Misaki, you spent the night?
Woke up and I was here.
Felt like three years ago.
Is this Satoru?
Yeah.
- Hey.
Gotta pee.
- Don't mention last night.
- Last night?
About Satoru being a criminal.
Why would 17?
Koto, you're in the way.
- But Ryosuke is deep undercover now.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well?
How was it? Guilty? Innocent?
That ain't no whorehouse!
- It isn't?
- Not in the least.
What then? What?
I got all nervous entering that room.
With a red lamp, a young woman sat there.
We've been expecting you.
20,000 yen please.
Write your name and date of birth.
In a fluster, I scribbled Naoki's name
and date of birth.
This way please.
Come in.
You paid 20,000 to get Naoki's fortune?
It wasn't like I could scream,
"Gimme a babe to fuck!"
So that sleazy politician visiting
a fortune teller...
means Japan's politics are being
decided next door?
Maybe. The guy might be Rasputin.
Rasputin?
So what's Naoki's fortune?
He said...
You seek change.
You are battling the world.
But...
no matter how hard you try to
break out, it's just one big circle.
This is the only world for you.
And this world is a completely
superior force.
Meaning what?
Beats me too.
When I left, he said, "If you want,
next time I'll read your fortune.
He did?
So that means he knew you
weren't Naoki.
When you put it like that, yes.
So that Rasputin isn't a complete fraud.
IHARA NAOKI, AGE 28
Movie Distributor Employee
You'll feel a tug.
Mr. Ihara.
The anesthetic didn't seem to work.
The doctor used more than normal.
Take this for the pain.
That'll be 2,340 yen.
660 yen change.
Take care.
Hello, Ihara here.
Yes.
I was at the dentist.
Got a wisdom tooth pulled.
It really hurts.
That's right.
Sorry.
Okay. Talk to you later.
She literally is a common
housewife.
But not so common at election time.
She's the roots of grass roots.
From the eyes of
this common housewife...
how should this district's policy exist?
Or what should the state of
public safety be?
She'll bring up the key issues
under question.
We, the People's Party, act as
the public's protective seawall.
Only the People's Party can protect
your livelihoods during this recession.
What the hell is he...
Hello.
Koto?
Now? Not doing a thing.
Where's everyone?
Dunno.
I see.
OK. I'm coming home.
Really? Can you buy some food?
Sure. What kind?
OK. Wait for me.
Will do.
Oh my god. Gross me out.
Please, don't!
Stop! Get off!
- You deserve this, don't you?
- I don't.
What the hell.
No!
Get a life.
I love you, after all.
Don't say it...
Sorry.
But I love you.
Welcome back.
- Just you home?
- Yeah.
What were you doing?
Koto was bored and
told me to come home.
Soon as I got back,
she left for a date.
So Maruyama called her.
Guess so.
Takumi!
I... I love you with all my heart!
You misunderstood!
Satorul!
What?
What?
You got time tomorrow?
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Ihara, you here?
Yes.
What's up?
Busy beyond belief.
Gonna interview Woody Allen.
No way! Where?
In Munich.
When?
Next week. Not free are you?
Momochi can't do it either. Satoko's off
in San Fran. What should I do?
I know a guy. Let me make a call.
You do? Please.
We need that interview.
Ihara, who's this?
Excuse me.
This is my cousin.
This is our president.
I brought him to label the screening
invitations that have to go out today.
Really? That's a big help.
What's your name?
Satoru.
Kokubo Satoru.
What a cutie. Get to it.
You doing okay?
There's so many.
This one's crooked.
This one too.
You're strict. This is crooked?
What? All of these?
- Hello.
- Ihara, it's Sean on the phone.
Great. I'll take it.
What?
You really are fighting the world.
Gimme a break.
Boss, Sean's gonna do it.
Can he get a budget?
Naoki-san, what's your No.1 movie?
Difficult question. Changes every time
I think about it.
Right now, 2001: A Space Odyssey.
I guess.
I've heard of it. Do aliens appear?
Something even scarier does.
I've loved movies
ever since I was a Kid.
Getting paid for doing something you
love is a great thing.
What do you want to be?
What? What do I want to be?
I wonder.
You a runaway?
Call your folks.
They're probably worried sick.
I'll call them for you, if you want.
I'm no runaway.
I ran away from home once.
Even people like you runaway?
Sure. You think I'm Mr. Clean?
It was winter. I was 15.
Why'd you do it?
'Cause it was winter and I was 15.
That's no reason.
Ya think? Was reason enough for me.
Here. On the house.
You're talkin' the night away.
We are?
I might not come home tonight.
Actually, I might move out.
Huh?
- Moving in with your girl?
- Could be.
She is two timing you.
- Don't put it like that.
- It's the truth.
I hate that word.
- What word?
- Truth.
That word feels fake to me.
Tokyo isn't my style.
Told my girl this.
She thought so too.
So after I graduate, I might drag
her to the country with me.
Excuse me.
Coming.
He looks happy.
I'll be damned.
Naoki-san...
does truth exist?
Beats me.
When I was a kid, I saw truth in
2001: A Space Odyssey.
What the fuck.
Wasn't you, was it?
- What gives?
- Did you?
Do... what?
Did you fish through my desk?
Why would | I? I'm dying here in pain
from my tooth.
Somebody recorded a stupid ass
TV drama on my tape.
Probably was Koto.
Said she didn't.
If it wasn't you or Ryosuke.
Must have been Satoru.
Kick him out.
Right now!
Morning, Koto.
Morning.
Where's Satoru?
Dunno. Didn't come back.
Oh no.
Hey, Naoki.
Yeah?
I need your advice.
What?
I haven't told anyone yet but...
And?
Of course, we were careful but...
I might be pregnant.
You are?
Did you tell Maruyama?
Not yet.
The best approach would be to
talk to him first.
Sure. It is.
But if you don't want to,
I won't make you.
Could you ask him for me?
Ask him what?
What he would do if I was pregnant.
But you are. It's not hypothetical.
Yeah but... for him,
instead of saying I am...
he might think more level headed
if you ask what if.
Could you?
I could but...
Did you see a doctor?
Not yet. Took a home pregnancy test.
Wanna see?
No thanks.
Sorry. Dragging you into this.
No, it's fine.
I know you told me so.
About having no future with Maruyama.
Ryosuke said it was a waste of time.
...I... understand what you meant.
It'll never work with him.
I hear you. I'll go see him for you.
You will?
Soon as I can.
That baby can't wait.
Maruyama.
Do you remember me?
Naoki-san?
Honored you remember.
Sorry but Koto asked me to
tell you something.
Hey, was that Tomohiko Maruyama?
Why were you with him?
- Does it matter.
- Why were you together?
Koto asked me to.
So she really was dating him.
What? Did something happen?
A baby.
Koto is pregnant?
That'll be a scandal.
Why's everyone depend on me?
So what did he say?
He'll think it over and call her.
I see.
Why'd you want to see me?
Do you still love me?
I still love you.
And you?
That's a load to hear.
Guess I still love you.
Tanitsu asked me to marry him.
Did he?
That's it?
Want me to say "don't"?
You never change.
Meaning what?
I mean you never change.
Say nothing? Get involved?
Make up your mind.
Oh, shut up.
Naoki, Mirai is on a rampage.
She's too much. Take her home.
Fuck that. Gimme a beer.
Naoki?
Satoru moved out.
Took his bags and left.
Satoru is gone.
- You okay?
- Come on, up on your feet.
What're you doing?
Where'd he go to?
Fuck'd if I know. You threw him out!
Where's he gonna sleep tonight?
Probably at a friend's.
Naoki. You!
Once, Satoru took me to an amusement
park. We snuck in.
Said he slept there when he had
no place to go.
That merry-go-round
is freezing at night.
He's only 18.
And he's had to wake up there
over and over again.
So why'd you throw him out?
Because he recorded over a video tape...
that meant a lot to me.
What video?
A collection of edited rape scenes.
Why the fuck would you have that?
When I watched that video,
it oddly relaxed me.
Watching the faces of the girls
screaming in torment...
comfortably numbed the cowardice in me.
When things started going bad
for me and Misaki...
she said something.
Thought it was only us living there...
she felt like someone else was
living with us.
As if we had given birth to...
a kind of monster.
Pretty far out, huh?
That monster's identity is our emotional
dependence on others.
Dependence?
So maybe Misaki hated that monster
and moved out.
Before we know it, we get bound by
that monster's spell.
Honestly...
I appreciate Satoru erasing that video.
I realized I couldn't depend on
that kind of thing forever.
Otherwise, it would ruin me.
Naoki...
...might move out.
It's about time, I got out of there.
Hello.
Naoki, where's everyone?
Nobody home.
I see.
Thanks for today.
I was at the hospital.
Hospital?
Decided to get an abortion.
He said to have the baby.
I said no.
I'm thinking of breaking up with him.
Naoki, thanks for everything.
Bye.
I'm soaking wet.
Better dry off or you'll catch a cold.
Hurry and turn me in to the police.
Don't sweat it. Nobody saw.
You gonna tell the others?
Won't say a word.
Won't say a word. Why not?
Everybody knows anyway, right?
They know?
Who do you mean by "everybody"?
Everybody. All of them.
Ryosuke, Mirai, Koto. They know, right?
Dunno. We never actually talked
about it.
Hold on. If they know,
why'd they keep silent?
Dunno. They don't say much.
So you're fine.
What the fuck!
Do I seem fuckin' fine?!
That's what I like about the apartment.
That's probably what they like
about it too.
So don't worry.
Naoki-san.
Naoki-san.
Naoki-san!
Naoki-san!
Oh, you're back.
Welcome home.
You...
you back too?
Yeah, figured the heat was off me.
I'm cold. Can I take a bath?
Nope. I'm next.
Welcome home.
You back? How'd my car treat you?
Cramped.
He stayed in your car?
Didn't I tell you?
Naoki... Ryosuke asked me to
go to lzu with him.
What's Umezaki like?
Still talking about going?
Amazing you guys sharing a girl
can go on a trip together.
Having a threesome?
No. We're going together.
You dog.
How lewd.
What?
Talking about going to lzu.
Izu? I wanna go too.
Thought so. Let's all go.
Right, Koto?
Sure. A trip isn't a bad idea.
- Knew it.
- Sounds good.
It's settled.
And you pay.
No way. I can't.
Naoki.
You're coming too, right?
PARADE
TATSUYA FUJIWARA
KARINA
SHIHORI KANJIYA
KENTO HAYASHI
KEISUKE KOIDE
TERUNOSUKE TAKEZAI
MAHO NONAMI
YURI NAKAMURA
ATSUSHI FUKAZAWA
KYOUNOSUKE HANAI
KAZUKI NAMIOKA
KIYOKO NEGISHI MITSUYO ISHIGAKI
KUMI IMURA MAIKO SADAHIRA
MARI MAEDA TOSHIHIRO YASHIBA
MISAKI MOMOSE ATSUSHI YAMANAKA
WIN MORISAKI SYUJI OTSUKI
RUNA ENDO YUNA MIKUNI
NATSUMI SETO KON ARIMURA
MIKI KURIHARA SHINJI KITAMURA MASAKI MIURA
MASAYA KIKAWADA
CHISATO MORISHITA
AYAME MIZUSAKI
MIDORIKO KIMURA
BOKUZO MASANA
RENJI ISHIBASHI
Executive Producers
NOBUYA WAZAKI KEI HARUNA
HIROFUMI SHIGEMURA KAZUHIKO NOTE
Planner
RIICHIRO NAKAMURA
Co-Executive Producer
TAKEHIKO AOKI
Producers
MAMORU INOUE TETSU KUCHIGOUCHI
ATSUSHI SUGAI RYUTA INOUE
Associate Producers
JUN HARA
MASATATSU IZUMITANI
Based on the Novel "PARADE"
Written by SHUICHI YOSHIDA
SHUICHI YOSHIDA, GENTOSHA INC.
Director of Photography
JUN FUKUMOTO
Lighting Director
TOKUJU ICHIKAWA
Sound Mixer
HIRONORI ITO
Production Designer
OSAMU YAMAGUCHI
Film Editor
TSUYOSHI IMAI
Costume Designer
TAKAKO HAMAI
Hair & Make-Up Artist
AKEMI KURATA
Scripter
MIZUHO KUDO
First Assistant Director
SHINSUKE ONO
Second Assistant Director
SHINYA MASUDA
Production Manager
SYUJI YAMASHITA
Music Coordinator
GENICHI TSUSHIMA
Music by
HIROFUMI ASAMOTO
English translation by
CHRISTIAN STORMS
Subtitle timing, editing and additions
for this version by famitsu1
Special thanks to
ikeda69
A WOWOW Films
Presentation
Distributed by
SHOWGATE
In Association with
HORIPRO
A MONSTER ULTRA
Production
Written and Directed by
ISAO YUKISADA
2010 "PARADE" FILM PARTNERS
AN ISAO YUKISADA FILM
SUGIMOTO RYOSUKE, AGE 21
3rd Year College Economics Major
At early dawn, in this park in
Tokyo's Set a gay a ward...
a female on her way home was suddenly
beaten and seriously injured.
In the day, this park is crowded with
parents and children in tow.
At night, with no pedestrian traffic,
it returns to silence.
This park's popularity
will surely dissipate.
Mornin'.
Morning.
Who's today's guest on TETSUKO'S ROOM?
Beats me.
Is that... the park by the station?
Seems so.
The perpetrator attacked the female
college student from behind...
smashing with a blunt instrument.
Continually hitting her until
she was unconscious.
That's why all the helicopters.
- Don't turn it off.
- You ain't watchin'.
A rerun of Maruyama's show is on next.
Whatever. Got a killer hangover.
Flip it on when it starts.
Whatever.
By the way, has the great
Maruyama called?
Says he's busy filming.
He's in a movie?
Starring with Ekura Ryou.
Amazing, huh?
Love story?
Ain't she old for him?
It's...
the role of young brother who falls
in love with his older step sister.
That's pushing it.
Hey, Koto.
For people bored like us...
"time" is not a linear line but...
more like the edges of connected rings.
Doesn't it feel like we're reliving
past moments?
I think...
it's from a lack of authenticity.
You listenin'?
Dunno. Besides, I'm not bored.
Oh...
Hey, Koto.
Stop or you'll have no eyebrows.
Still got them.
Gonna hit the store.
Want anything?
Guess I'll come too.
You don't have to.
Why not?
With you, I can't read the mags I want.
What magazines?
- What will you read?
- Whatever I want.
- Porno mags?
- I don't read 'em.
- Porno mags!
- I do NOT read them.
Did...
something happen?
I'm fine. I came here willingly.
Please let me be.
Next door is running call girls.
Why jump to conclusions?
The girl I saw, bowed politely
and said thank you.
What else then?
Religion. Gotta be a religion.
Stay out of it. What if it's a cult?
Naoki thought it was a cult too.
Naoki too?
Yes. If Naoki said so,
it must be true.
Besides, we live like illegal aliens.
Sharing a room secretly as a group.
Guess we're both at fault.
Illegal aliens?
Got a hairy back, don't ya?
- My back?
- I saw it before.
What? When did you?
While you were sleeping.
- I don't have hair.
- Right here at the back.
I don't. No way.
- It's real bad, y'know.
- Oh no. The beer.
Give it a rest.
This way. C'mon.
They're watching.
You're embarrassing me.
Has Maruyama noticed?
Noticed what?
Your hairy back.
You still on about that.
- Maybe he noticed but can't tell you.
- I don't have a hairy back.
Some call that kindness...
Thank you.
Pardon me.
Isn't that...
Quick, get in.
- See that?
- Yeah. Who is he?
He's on TV. That flunky for
the past Prime Minister.
Noguchi...
Noguchi Yoshio.
Yeah, Noguchi Yoshio.
The police...
Call the police.
The police?
Gross me out. I'll never sleep with pigs
like him screwing next door.
Wait. You just said they weren't
running an escort service.
Call the police if you want, but we'll
get evicted if they check us out.
This place is reserved for newly weds.
So what's a porno production doing
next door?
Don't ask me.
Your cell's ringing. Answer it.
Yo man.
Okay to talk? At school?
Overslept. Just woke up.
Ah, the life of a student.
You free end of the month?
End of the month? Yeah, probably.
Wanna go to Izu? The Izu Plateau.
Izu?
I want you to drive.
What's your car's name again?
Momoko.
Oh yeah. "Momoko."
Who's going?
As of now, me and my girlfriend.
- So Kiwako is going too?
- Yeah.
Bring your girlfriend too.
Ain't got one now.
Then bring somebody, anybody.
Lemme know if you're in or out soon.
Sure. Call you later.
Almost forgot.
Is Tashiro Shiny a your friend?
Shiny a? I know him. Jimmy, right?
Had the same class first year.
Heard he died.
What?
Died?
Yeah.
How?
Motorcycle accident.
Head on collision with a truck.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Yesterday was the funeral.
I found out today.
Life is fucked up.
That's all I can say.
- Anyway, call me soon. See you.
- Sure.
Koto, you free end of the month?
As long as Maruyama doesn't call.
When will you know?
Why?
Umezaki asked me to go to Izu Plateau.
Ask him on TV.
Amazing how you can just sit
and wait for him.
Ever thought you were wasting
your life?
Even I think so, yeah.
How can you be so calm?
More importantly, who died?
A friend.
Isn't his death more serious than
going to lzu?
Guess so.
You're right.
You up?
What time is it?
Eight already.
Oh... shit.
Work?
Better call in sick.
- You sure?
- Yeah. No worries.
Naoki-san, you're home early, eh?
We released our movie last week.
I'm free as a bird.
Ryosuke, who died?
Somebody died, right?
Sort of a friend.
Sort of?
Not really. He dropped out second year,
hadn't seen him lately.
Oh. You skip work?
- Day off.
- I'm home.
- Really?
- Welcome back.
Whose beer?
Naoki's.
Ryosuke's friend died.
Really? That's rough.
Will you drop it.
Can I ask you something
totally unrelated?
Keep it simple.
What if your boyfriend's friend
said he liked you? What would you do?
Do about what?
I mean, would it bother you
or make you happy?
This "friend" got guts?
Guts?
Nope, no will-power.
Then he'd bother me.
What if he had guts?
Is he interested in Basquiat
or Andy Warhol?
Nope. And why does that matter?
You're home early.
- "Bas...
- You too.
- Jogging again?
- "Basquiat"?
- Way to keep it up.
- Hmm, "Basquiat."
Gimme your opinion.
What?
You're a total stalker.
Ya think?
You better wake up to that fact.
Wake up to what?
That you're a stalker.
She's an assertive girl, isn't she?
Huh? You know Kiwako?
She's wild. Likes to say, "I wanna give
you head". Umezaki said so.
No way!
You bad boy.
Don't pump up this wholesome virgin's
fantasies.
You a virgin?
No, I'm not.
Might as well be.
Thing is...
I think I love her.
Love her? Think you love her? Which?
"Think" is my way of being shy.
You're simple on the outside,
a wreck on the inside.
- I look simple?
- Yeah.
So simple why don't you go
ring door and confess your love?
Say, "I THINK I love you."
Tell her "think" is your shyness.
See you.
You going?
Guess I'll go too.
Go where?
To confess.
Confess my love? Nope, can't do it.
She's my friend's girl.
Then why don't you just go on
that damn picnic with them?
- See you.
- Take care.
Naoki-san!
MATSUZONO HIROSHI AND KIWAKO
What're you doing?
What's up?
What's up?
Isn't my brother home yet?
Doesn't seem so.
So you dropped by, right?
I was in the neighborhood so...
Oh, your phone is ringing.
So it is.
Hello.
Just walked in the door.
My cell is dead.
Sorry.
End of the month, right?
Just us two? How boring.
Just kidding. Sure, fine.
Why don't you invite Ryosuke?
I see. Not interested is he?
I got an early day tomorrow.
I'm off to bed.
Good night.
Not going to Izu, are you?
Never said I wasn't going.
Umezaki said,
"Say hello to Ryosuke for me".
Kidding. How would he know
you're here?
He wouldn't.
But...
why didn't you tell him?
Did you want me to?
Have a drink, will ya?
No, I drove.
Go home after you feel sober.
But you got an early day.
It's not like I have a paper route.
Here.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Slowly.
Slow down.
Say something.
Going once, twice, sold.
What the hell?
Kiwako-san...
My family runs a sushi shop in Shimane.
My father always told me to...
become a great sushi customer rather
than a great chef. Raised me that way.
But my mom was still against me
going to college in Tokyo.
For a poor sushi family
from the sticks...
going to university in Tokyo
was financially impossible.
But what changed my mother's mind was...
a nonchalant comment from my dad.
"I want Ryosuke to go to Tokyo
and meet all kinds of people."
"Like the son of a fisherman
from Tosa."
"Or the daughter of
a traditional Kyoto restaurant.
"Wouldn't it be great if
he had friends like that?"
When asked what a father can do
for his son, he replied...
"All I can do is kick him out
of the house."
Sounds like a great dad.
But I'm dumb. Soon as I got in college,
I asked a guy in my class...
"Sorry but what does your father do?"
He said, "He's a civil servant".
A public servant working in Kanazawa.
So in my heart...
I guaranteed my father's wish.
That's so you.
What's wrong? Ryosuke?
Now, he's dead.
I... dunno what I should do.
Sis, you sleeping?
Go away.
What're you doing,
bringing a guy home?
Sorry. Just go will you. Please.
Why's he crying?
Why you crying? Why?
OUKOUCHI KOTOMI, AGE 23
Unemployed
Another beating less than 1 km
from the first crime scene.
Another young woman was attacked
on the street in Set a gay a ward.
The crime scene located in
a housing district...
I'm back.
Welcome back.
Who's today's guest on TETSUKO'S ROOM?
Beats me.
What?
Did something happen?
Nothing.
Where'd you sleep last night?
You don't have to tell.
My girlfriend's.
Since when do you have a girlfriend?
You don't have to tell.
Why you acting strange?
Hey, aren't you hungry?
Aren't ya?
Lunch is on me.
Seriously? Why?
- I won.
- Won?
Why you grinning?
- I won.
- At what?
- Tell me.
- I can't.
Won at what?
- You wanna win too, don't you?
- Yeah, I do.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
And I'll teach you how to do it
in one swing.
- Welcome.
- What ya do is...
- Girls' Day soba.
- Sure.
- Girls' Day soba coming up.
- You listening?
Gross me out.
That sucked! Did you see his face?
Can't believe he can eat
in his line of work.
Think he noticed we live next door?
'Course so. That's why he got
Girls' Day soba.
Why's that soba got five colors anyway?
You fine with this?
It can't be helped.
The world takes all kinds of people.
Some of them eat five colored soba.
That's not what I mean.
Maybe you can't imagine a pimp
eating five colored soba.
I know. But that's reality.
Why're you so sensible all of a sudden?
Naoki and Mirai said some girls
happily sell their bodies.
Life with your neighbors
in the big city is delicate.
Next door is a whorehouse!
A whorehouse!
A broth...
What!
Don't get upset!
We don't know that for sure.
- With the smirk on his face, no doubt.
- I told ya...
Then how about... let's find out.
You go as a customer.
Me? No way.
I'll pay. And if it's really
a whorehouse, we call the police.
You really gonna pay?
No. No way.
Maybe you never been?
Never. That a bad thing?
You scared?
I ain't scared.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
- You scared?
- I ain't.
How uncool.
Wait.
Azusa.
I... love you... after all.
Yuuki.
I can't hear you.
I love you.
I can't hear you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love... you.
I can't hear you.
Shut up.
Maruyama is so cool.
Ya think? You like this role?
Like it fine.
I gotta go to work. See you.
Bye.
Good morning everyone
on your way to work.
I'm Fuchino Toyoko. Official candidate
for the People's Party.
Representing housewives, I aim for
a safer, more peaceful Set a gay a ward.
I am fighting for this ward election.
Fuchino Toyoko wants your votes.
Another woman attacked on
the Set a gay a ward streets.
Area police have stepped up precautions
as attacks targeting women continue.
The perpetrator smashed victim C
repeatedly with a blunt instrument...
Morning.
Mornin'.
The dryer is over there.
Thanks.
Where's Ryosuke? School?
Yeah. Left an hour ago.
Don't you have classes too?
Classes?
Me? Nope.
Then I'll ask. You got plans today?
Plans?
Not really.
Then how about staying with me
till Ryosuke comes back?
Don't mind.
You don't?
I'm Kotomi.
Satoru.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Why don't you get dressed?
Get dressed.
How many of you live here anyway?
I was hung over
sleeping on the sofa and...
around 7am a guy came out of there.
Who the hell are you?
The name's Satoru.
Somebody in the john?
Probably not as far as I know.
Then he strolled over here...
made me a banana juice shake.
Told me it cured hangovers.
But bananas at the crack of dawn
make me barf.
Didn't you know Naoki lived here?
I took it for granted he lived alone.
So after drinking the banana juice,
she then popped out.
Who are you?
It's me, Satoru.
So what? Why so defiant?
Mirai totally sucks.
She wasn't hung over,
she was still drunk.
So they both left?
Yeah. Naoki-san left,
then Ryosuke woke up.
Brooding "I'm worthless".
Mirai got out of the bath, ordered him
to give her a ride. Then they left.
Another morning in paradise.
So I took a bath to wake up
'cause I was sleepy. And you got up.
Anybody else gonna pop out?
Not anymore.
Thank God.
But...
how do you get any peace 'round here?
Well...
if this were the internet
it's like a chat room or BBS.
Chat?
Not a place for flaming
or confessing bad stuff.
More like a site filled with virtue.
If you don't like it, you leave.
If you like it, you stay and laugh.
A kind of free space.
Just friends on the outside.
Friends on the outside?
Otherwise, things would get wrecked.
Hello?
My boyfriend is finally free!
That's great.
Sorry to drag you here and leave.
No worries. I'll go home.
Come back again.
- You mean it?
- Sure. See you again.
You can have my winnings.
Mean it? Thanks.
- Bye-bye.
- See ya.
People will see.
People will see.
Let's go inside.
Wait. Stop it.
Leaving already?
Sorry to wake you.
My manager says I gotta meet
an actress.
For the film?
Nah, the film's over.
Next is a TV drama.
Who you meeting?
Takeuchi Yuko.
An older woman again?
I don't have the clout to say no.
Nuttin' I can do.
Sorry I never have time for you.
I'm happy you'll still meet me
after our bad break up.
That again.
I mean...
I---
I never trust "nice people.
Holds true in show biz as well.
So don't worry about us.
Well, I gotta go.
Good luck.
I'm back!
Did you bring him here?
Him? Who?
See. Kotomi didn't see him.
So he was gone when Koto got up?
I made him a banana protein shake.
I assumed he was your friend.
- I thought so too.
- Dunno him. Never seen him.
Figured Mirai got drunk and brought him.
Anything stolen?
Hey wait. You talking about Satoru?
I knew it. You brought him here.
Shit. He's your friend.
What you doing with such a kid?
He's not my friend.
But you know his name.
Ryosuke's friend, right?
I said I don't know him.
Then who is he? I made breakfast
and went to pachinko with him.
Pachinko?
Anything stolen?
Nuttin. My piggy bank is safe.
My PC and data are as well.
My stuff is fine too.
But would a thief go back to bed or
stop to eat breakfast?
There's a goblin that does that.
- What's that?
- Pardon?
A red faced child goblin...
- He didn't come back, did he?
- No way, right?
The door's locked, right?
- Goon.
- I'm good, thanks.
Why not? Someone's at the door.
Naoki, it's your place, you answer.
Hurry.
Koto!
He's outside.
Wanna jump him?
Over here, Koto.
Mirai-san?
Huh? Me?
Kotomi-san. Ryosuke.
Naoki-san.
- Go get it.
- Go on, take a look.
- Anybody home?
- Hurry.
Oh, you're here.
So Satoru, as you were in a park,
a cross-dresser named Laura...
and the defendant Soma Mirai jumped out
calling "found you" and kidnapped you.
Yes.
Kidnapped is going too far.
More like coerced.
- May 1?
- Sure.
This isn't her first offense.
So it's highly credible.
No objections.
Show us evidence!
Marilyn Mama was with us.
What did this Marilyn Mama look like?
Buddha statue face with makeup.
No doubt about it.
Was Marilyn Mama with us?
Most of the time.
Then, I... brought you... back here?
Said if I didn't get in the cab
you'd scream down Yasukuni street.
Who's first for a bath?
You go ahead.
I'll pass today.
Then I'm up.
Satoru, come on into my room.
She's gonna do some method acting
exercises. Leave her be.
This way.
But...
I really don't remember!
SOMA MIRAI, AGE 24
illustrator/Shop Clerk
Satoru.
I'm back.
Welcome back.
What're ya up to?
Mirai, you smoke?
Didn't you know?
The apartment is no smoking.
I tried once but Naoki kicked me
out onto the balcony.
He's a health nut.
Won't even drink coffee.
He's too straight.
Dirtying the fresh morning air
with my smoke... feels great.
You're pretty warped.
Ya think?
Make some cash tonight?
Three guys?
30,000 yen?
Three dicks.
Satoru.
Got a favor to ask.
Koto.
Don't stare so much.
Why not?
Why not? Makes me feel strange.
How real.
What is?
Koto! Koto!
No coming in!
Why you buck naked?
Modeling.
Need me?
Yeah. Next door. That guy.
Saw him in the elevator.
Took a chance and said something.
Said what?
"I know, ya know".
I know, ya know.
What are you inquiring about?
If the landlord finds out,
you'll be in a fix, won't you?
Guess I'm in a jam.
But we don't service young customers.
And we're booked all month.
Then I'll snitch.
Understood.
You drive a hard bargain.
So I made a booking.
Wow! I always knew you could!
Good boy!
- Told ya.
- Good boy, Ryosuke!
What's up?
Undercover infiltration.
What kind of investigation?
The whorehouse next door.
No way.
Sending Ryosuke into that den of sin
to get the truth.
Sounds fun.
- Doesn't it? Wanna help?
- But...
the guy admitted to it, right?
So there's no need to infiltrate.
Oh, yeah.
Idiot. He lowered the normal rate of
30,000 yen to 20,000.
20,0007 Expensive.
What's up?
- The investigation is off.
- That's cheap.
- I'm low on cash.
- He knocked 10,000 off.
I'm broke.
- You breaking your promise?
- 'Cause it's too expensive.
But we got 10,000 yen off.
It could've cost ya 30,000.
20,000 ain't no bargain.
It ain't gonna happen!
See you.
SERIAL PHANTOM KILLER CASE
What're you readin'?
A flyer warning about
the recent attacks.
So it's my fault?
Wanna eat?
- No, thanks.
- But I wanna go.
Gimme the money.
Pay your own way.
- Pay half, then.
- No way.
- Go on, let him take a look.
- Show me angel.
It's swollen. Get it pulled.
No way. That'll hurt.
Get shit faced on vodka, then do it.
How about we drink mouth-to-mouth?
When you sober up, you'll be in hell.
Welcome. Over here.
- Good evening.
- Why if it isn't Miss Amnesia.
Sit down.
You're usual, right?
- Surgery hurts.
- Is that right?
What's this? You two back together?
Never.
- Does it really hurt?
- Yes.
Hey, look at this.
It was in the post today.
I heard! Saw it on TV.
Daitabashi is close to you guys.
You and Koto better be careful.
It gives me chills.
Naoki, notice something about
the dates of the attacks?
- The dates?
- Two weeks since the first attack.
Two weeks?
The same time Satoru moved in.
Hold on. Wasn't it more recent?
No, it wasn't.
You suspect him?
You been reading too many
Yamamura Misa mysteries.
No, I haven't.
Nice one!
As for the source, you're the one
who brought Satoru in.
That's true, but...
What kind of kid do you
think he is?
What kind of kid?
Like any other these days.
I wonder sometimes.
I'm gonna vomit.
You okay?
What're you on about? Spit it out.
So look...
Maybe this will make sense.
Satoru is not the guy Ryosuke thinks
he is. Not the guy Koto thinks either.
Not the guy you envision either.
Nor the guy I think he is either.
Tell me something I don't know.
You're the only one who knows Satoru
like you know him.
Meaning?
Me and you, all of us, knows
our own individual Satoru.
So nobody knows Satoru
as we all know him.
That kind of Satoru doesn't exist.
Misaki, you okay?
Come on.
Know what a "multiverse" is?
Nope.
How about a "universe"?
The cosmos, right?
Yeah, one universe.
Multiverse means many universes
comprising reality.
See you.
Did it hurt? Was it huge?
The biggest ever.
That's no good.
Surprised even me.
How are the new roommates?
Things working out?
A dumb student, a love dependent girl.
A would-be illustrator slash fag hag.
A health nut jogger.
I'm the most normal one.
Can you believe it?
No matter what, they're not the kind
who like to be told the truth.
So why do you live there?
Dunno.
But when I'm near them,
I somehow have fun.
I see. That's great.
Hey you boys!
Wait. Wait.
It's me.
Mirai.
Next bar, next bar.
- Another bar.
- I've had it.
- Let's go.
- I'm leaving.
- Sorry.
- You running off?
Sorry.
Let's go home.
Nope!
Still got lots to talk about with you.
Now, go!
Got it.
It's a warm night.
I'll take you somewhere special.
We're off.
- OK.
- Run.
Run faster!
Let's go.
Hang on. Wait now.
Hold on.
Hurry up.
Ouch!
- You okay?
- That hurt.
- My leg.
- On your feet.
- Come on.
- Where to?
Trust me.
You okay?
Fine.
Feast your eyes.
- You sure?
- It's fine.
Here we go.
- Well? Nice, eh?
- Real nice.
- Like it?
- I do.
I've crashed here a bunch.
Must be cold in winter.
Not in the winter. Sleeping here will
get you Killed.
Where'd you sleep before our place?
All over.
Saunas, friends' houses. And...
Customers' rooms?
Yep.
In this kinda situation,
folks talk about their childhood.
You want to?
Don't want to but...
Go ahead. Now's the time for it.
I could, but it would all be a lie.
What kind of a kid were you?
Me?
I was always...
scared shit less of my dad.
The way he slammed the door or...
shouted at my mother. Could hear
his voice all the way upstairs.
I always plugged my ears.
In grade school, I went to the
kitchen to get a drink.
With the door closed, I heard dad having
sex with my mother against her will.
Dad threatened...
"This is what a wife is for."
Mom was crying.
I can't forget his voice to this day.
Shit, you fell asleep?
I'm back.
- Me too.
- Welcome back.
Misaki, you spent the night?
Woke up and I was here.
Felt like three years ago.
Is this Satoru?
Yeah.
- Hey.
Gotta pee.
- Don't mention last night.
- Last night?
About Satoru being a criminal.
Why would 17?
Koto, you're in the way.
- But Ryosuke is deep undercover now.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well?
How was it? Guilty? Innocent?
That ain't no whorehouse!
- It isn't?
- Not in the least.
What then? What?
I got all nervous entering that room.
With a red lamp, a young woman sat there.
We've been expecting you.
20,000 yen please.
Write your name and date of birth.
In a fluster, I scribbled Naoki's name
and date of birth.
This way please.
Come in.
You paid 20,000 to get Naoki's fortune?
It wasn't like I could scream,
"Gimme a babe to fuck!"
So that sleazy politician visiting
a fortune teller...
means Japan's politics are being
decided next door?
Maybe. The guy might be Rasputin.
Rasputin?
So what's Naoki's fortune?
He said...
You seek change.
You are battling the world.
But...
no matter how hard you try to
break out, it's just one big circle.
This is the only world for you.
And this world is a completely
superior force.
Meaning what?
Beats me too.
When I left, he said, "If you want,
next time I'll read your fortune.
He did?
So that means he knew you
weren't Naoki.
When you put it like that, yes.
So that Rasputin isn't a complete fraud.
IHARA NAOKI, AGE 28
Movie Distributor Employee
You'll feel a tug.
Mr. Ihara.
The anesthetic didn't seem to work.
The doctor used more than normal.
Take this for the pain.
That'll be 2,340 yen.
660 yen change.
Take care.
Hello, Ihara here.
Yes.
I was at the dentist.
Got a wisdom tooth pulled.
It really hurts.
That's right.
Sorry.
Okay. Talk to you later.
She literally is a common
housewife.
But not so common at election time.
She's the roots of grass roots.
From the eyes of
this common housewife...
how should this district's policy exist?
Or what should the state of
public safety be?
She'll bring up the key issues
under question.
We, the People's Party, act as
the public's protective seawall.
Only the People's Party can protect
your livelihoods during this recession.
What the hell is he...
Hello.
Koto?
Now? Not doing a thing.
Where's everyone?
Dunno.
I see.
OK. I'm coming home.
Really? Can you buy some food?
Sure. What kind?
OK. Wait for me.
Will do.
Oh my god. Gross me out.
Please, don't!
Stop! Get off!
- You deserve this, don't you?
- I don't.
What the hell.
No!
Get a life.
I love you, after all.
Don't say it...
Sorry.
But I love you.
Welcome back.
- Just you home?
- Yeah.
What were you doing?
Koto was bored and
told me to come home.
Soon as I got back,
she left for a date.
So Maruyama called her.
Guess so.
Takumi!
I... I love you with all my heart!
You misunderstood!
Satorul!
What?
What?
You got time tomorrow?
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Ihara, you here?
Yes.
What's up?
Busy beyond belief.
Gonna interview Woody Allen.
No way! Where?
In Munich.
When?
Next week. Not free are you?
Momochi can't do it either. Satoko's off
in San Fran. What should I do?
I know a guy. Let me make a call.
You do? Please.
We need that interview.
Ihara, who's this?
Excuse me.
This is my cousin.
This is our president.
I brought him to label the screening
invitations that have to go out today.
Really? That's a big help.
What's your name?
Satoru.
Kokubo Satoru.
What a cutie. Get to it.
You doing okay?
There's so many.
This one's crooked.
This one too.
You're strict. This is crooked?
What? All of these?
- Hello.
- Ihara, it's Sean on the phone.
Great. I'll take it.
What?
You really are fighting the world.
Gimme a break.
Boss, Sean's gonna do it.
Can he get a budget?
Naoki-san, what's your No.1 movie?
Difficult question. Changes every time
I think about it.
Right now, 2001: A Space Odyssey.
I guess.
I've heard of it. Do aliens appear?
Something even scarier does.
I've loved movies
ever since I was a Kid.
Getting paid for doing something you
love is a great thing.
What do you want to be?
What? What do I want to be?
I wonder.
You a runaway?
Call your folks.
They're probably worried sick.
I'll call them for you, if you want.
I'm no runaway.
I ran away from home once.
Even people like you runaway?
Sure. You think I'm Mr. Clean?
It was winter. I was 15.
Why'd you do it?
'Cause it was winter and I was 15.
That's no reason.
Ya think? Was reason enough for me.
Here. On the house.
You're talkin' the night away.
We are?
I might not come home tonight.
Actually, I might move out.
Huh?
- Moving in with your girl?
- Could be.
She is two timing you.
- Don't put it like that.
- It's the truth.
I hate that word.
- What word?
- Truth.
That word feels fake to me.
Tokyo isn't my style.
Told my girl this.
She thought so too.
So after I graduate, I might drag
her to the country with me.
Excuse me.
Coming.
He looks happy.
I'll be damned.
Naoki-san...
does truth exist?
Beats me.
When I was a kid, I saw truth in
2001: A Space Odyssey.
What the fuck.
Wasn't you, was it?
- What gives?
- Did you?
Do... what?
Did you fish through my desk?
Why would | I? I'm dying here in pain
from my tooth.
Somebody recorded a stupid ass
TV drama on my tape.
Probably was Koto.
Said she didn't.
If it wasn't you or Ryosuke.
Must have been Satoru.
Kick him out.
Right now!
Morning, Koto.
Morning.
Where's Satoru?
Dunno. Didn't come back.
Oh no.
Hey, Naoki.
Yeah?
I need your advice.
What?
I haven't told anyone yet but...
And?
Of course, we were careful but...
I might be pregnant.
You are?
Did you tell Maruyama?
Not yet.
The best approach would be to
talk to him first.
Sure. It is.
But if you don't want to,
I won't make you.
Could you ask him for me?
Ask him what?
What he would do if I was pregnant.
But you are. It's not hypothetical.
Yeah but... for him,
instead of saying I am...
he might think more level headed
if you ask what if.
Could you?
I could but...
Did you see a doctor?
Not yet. Took a home pregnancy test.
Wanna see?
No thanks.
Sorry. Dragging you into this.
No, it's fine.
I know you told me so.
About having no future with Maruyama.
Ryosuke said it was a waste of time.
...I... understand what you meant.
It'll never work with him.
I hear you. I'll go see him for you.
You will?
Soon as I can.
That baby can't wait.
Maruyama.
Do you remember me?
Naoki-san?
Honored you remember.
Sorry but Koto asked me to
tell you something.
Hey, was that Tomohiko Maruyama?
Why were you with him?
- Does it matter.
- Why were you together?
Koto asked me to.
So she really was dating him.
What? Did something happen?
A baby.
Koto is pregnant?
That'll be a scandal.
Why's everyone depend on me?
So what did he say?
He'll think it over and call her.
I see.
Why'd you want to see me?
Do you still love me?
I still love you.
And you?
That's a load to hear.
Guess I still love you.
Tanitsu asked me to marry him.
Did he?
That's it?
Want me to say "don't"?
You never change.
Meaning what?
I mean you never change.
Say nothing? Get involved?
Make up your mind.
Oh, shut up.
Naoki, Mirai is on a rampage.
She's too much. Take her home.
Fuck that. Gimme a beer.
Naoki?
Satoru moved out.
Took his bags and left.
Satoru is gone.
- You okay?
- Come on, up on your feet.
What're you doing?
Where'd he go to?
Fuck'd if I know. You threw him out!
Where's he gonna sleep tonight?
Probably at a friend's.
Naoki. You!
Once, Satoru took me to an amusement
park. We snuck in.
Said he slept there when he had
no place to go.
That merry-go-round
is freezing at night.
He's only 18.
And he's had to wake up there
over and over again.
So why'd you throw him out?
Because he recorded over a video tape...
that meant a lot to me.
What video?
A collection of edited rape scenes.
Why the fuck would you have that?
When I watched that video,
it oddly relaxed me.
Watching the faces of the girls
screaming in torment...
comfortably numbed the cowardice in me.
When things started going bad
for me and Misaki...
she said something.
Thought it was only us living there...
she felt like someone else was
living with us.
As if we had given birth to...
a kind of monster.
Pretty far out, huh?
That monster's identity is our emotional
dependence on others.
Dependence?
So maybe Misaki hated that monster
and moved out.
Before we know it, we get bound by
that monster's spell.
Honestly...
I appreciate Satoru erasing that video.
I realized I couldn't depend on
that kind of thing forever.
Otherwise, it would ruin me.
Naoki...
...might move out.
It's about time, I got out of there.
Hello.
Naoki, where's everyone?
Nobody home.
I see.
Thanks for today.
I was at the hospital.
Hospital?
Decided to get an abortion.
He said to have the baby.
I said no.
I'm thinking of breaking up with him.
Naoki, thanks for everything.
Bye.
I'm soaking wet.
Better dry off or you'll catch a cold.
Hurry and turn me in to the police.
Don't sweat it. Nobody saw.
You gonna tell the others?
Won't say a word.
Won't say a word. Why not?
Everybody knows anyway, right?
They know?
Who do you mean by "everybody"?
Everybody. All of them.
Ryosuke, Mirai, Koto. They know, right?
Dunno. We never actually talked
about it.
Hold on. If they know,
why'd they keep silent?
Dunno. They don't say much.
So you're fine.
What the fuck!
Do I seem fuckin' fine?!
That's what I like about the apartment.
That's probably what they like
about it too.
So don't worry.
Naoki-san.
Naoki-san.
Naoki-san!
Naoki-san!
Oh, you're back.
Welcome home.
You...
you back too?
Yeah, figured the heat was off me.
I'm cold. Can I take a bath?
Nope. I'm next.
Welcome home.
You back? How'd my car treat you?
Cramped.
He stayed in your car?
Didn't I tell you?
Naoki... Ryosuke asked me to
go to lzu with him.
What's Umezaki like?
Still talking about going?
Amazing you guys sharing a girl
can go on a trip together.
Having a threesome?
No. We're going together.
You dog.
How lewd.
What?
Talking about going to lzu.
Izu? I wanna go too.
Thought so. Let's all go.
Right, Koto?
Sure. A trip isn't a bad idea.
- Knew it.
- Sounds good.
It's settled.
And you pay.
No way. I can't.
Naoki.
You're coming too, right?
PARADE
TATSUYA FUJIWARA
KARINA
SHIHORI KANJIYA
KENTO HAYASHI
KEISUKE KOIDE
TERUNOSUKE TAKEZAI
MAHO NONAMI
YURI NAKAMURA
ATSUSHI FUKAZAWA
KYOUNOSUKE HANAI
KAZUKI NAMIOKA
KIYOKO NEGISHI MITSUYO ISHIGAKI
KUMI IMURA MAIKO SADAHIRA
MARI MAEDA TOSHIHIRO YASHIBA
MISAKI MOMOSE ATSUSHI YAMANAKA
WIN MORISAKI SYUJI OTSUKI
RUNA ENDO YUNA MIKUNI
NATSUMI SETO KON ARIMURA
MIKI KURIHARA SHINJI KITAMURA MASAKI MIURA
MASAYA KIKAWADA
CHISATO MORISHITA
AYAME MIZUSAKI
MIDORIKO KIMURA
BOKUZO MASANA
RENJI ISHIBASHI
Executive Producers
NOBUYA WAZAKI KEI HARUNA
HIROFUMI SHIGEMURA KAZUHIKO NOTE
Planner
RIICHIRO NAKAMURA
Co-Executive Producer
TAKEHIKO AOKI
Producers
MAMORU INOUE TETSU KUCHIGOUCHI
ATSUSHI SUGAI RYUTA INOUE
Associate Producers
JUN HARA
MASATATSU IZUMITANI
Based on the Novel "PARADE"
Written by SHUICHI YOSHIDA
SHUICHI YOSHIDA, GENTOSHA INC.
Director of Photography
JUN FUKUMOTO
Lighting Director
TOKUJU ICHIKAWA
Sound Mixer
HIRONORI ITO
Production Designer
OSAMU YAMAGUCHI
Film Editor
TSUYOSHI IMAI
Costume Designer
TAKAKO HAMAI
Hair & Make-Up Artist
AKEMI KURATA
Scripter
MIZUHO KUDO
First Assistant Director
SHINSUKE ONO
Second Assistant Director
SHINYA MASUDA
Production Manager
SYUJI YAMASHITA
Music Coordinator
GENICHI TSUSHIMA
Music by
HIROFUMI ASAMOTO
English translation by
CHRISTIAN STORMS
Subtitle timing, editing and additions
for this version by famitsu1
Special thanks to
ikeda69
A WOWOW Films
Presentation
Distributed by
SHOWGATE
In Association with
HORIPRO
A MONSTER ULTRA
Production
Written and Directed by
ISAO YUKISADA
2010 "PARADE" FILM PARTNERS