Let's Go Karaoke! (2024)

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All-Japan Junior High

Choral Contest

Osaka Prefectural Finals

You're choir leader,

where did we screw up?

Was our pitch out?

No, it was my fault.

No way.

Your soprano was perfect.

Okay, gather around.

You were great.

In my book, you did win.

Don't be discouraged.

These things happen.

But third place

doesn't get us into the finals.

There's always next year.

We'll graduate by then.

You got in last year.

Yes, but...

Okay, mustn't be late for the bus.

Ms Morimoto,

I'll take him home in a cab.

Good.

If you wouldn't mind.

C'mon, let's go.

Miss, where's our trophy?

Oh no!

You forgot it?

I'll get it.

Go on ahead.

Are you sure?

I know this venue better.

Guide the freshmen to the bus.

You can take this.

Thank you.

Come on.

Let's go karaoke.

Let's Go Karaoke!

Karaoke Paradise

This is me.

I'm Kyoji Narita,

or "Crazy Kid."

You're a Yakuza gangster?

On the dark side.

Like an underground business.

I was really impressed

with your choir.

The best I've ever seen.

You're their lead singer,

the best of the best.

Listen up.

I want you to teach me

how to sing.

You must have some tips

to make me better.

Let me explain my situation.

But it's a terrible story.

The head of our g*ng,

the Godfather...

The Boss is into Karaoke.

He loves it.

Every birthday he holds

a Karaoke contest.

All the g*ng sings.

No exceptions.

We all take our turn

to sing one song.

Sounds like fun

for underground businessmen.

No g*dd*mn fun at all!

The worst performer

has to get a tattoo.

The Boss does

the tattoos himself.

Gangsters are scared

to get tattooed?

No, of course not.

But it's more of a hobby for

the Boss.

He's not good at it.

A real beginner.

It's hand-done, so intense pain,

for hours on end.

He doesn't get it.

Even when men faint.

Worst of all,

his tattoos are so crude.

...They're sh*t. And it's always

something the guy hates.

One of our guys has

Hello Kitty phobia.

When he sees Hello Kitty,

his heart almost stops, poor guy.

Two years ago,

he gave the worst performance.

He got a Hello Kitty tattoo

on his hand.

Now he suffers every time

he looks at it.

The Boss has a mean streak in him.

Our president, I mean.

Let's call him Boss.

But no talent.

He can't draw for sh*t.

He was trying for

a Hello Kitty tattoo.

It looks more like

some cat monster.

It's so badly drawn,

it doesn't even scare him.

We all said it was great.

Do I laugh now?

So, anyway...

I don't want to be

his next guinea pig.

Understand?

Do your best.

- I'm leaving.

- No, wait.

Stay, order anything you like.

Maybe pancakes?

I can't...

Okay then, just one song.

You listen while I sing.

Kurenai (Crimson)

Prelude 42 seconds

Let's go!

In the crowded street

You're standing all alone

The shadow of the days

hide your heart

How I try to shout how I try to run

My heart has been gonna die deep red

with all of pain

There's no one to cure my pain

only without you

Cry in deep red

How was that?

Your honest opinion.

You can tell me.

Come on, kid.

Spit it out.

Your falsetto was sickening.

Really?

That's all.

- I've got to go.

- Wait.

Come on, specifically.

What else was wrong?

If you insist...

Don't raise your hands.

My hands?

- Bye.

- What about my hands?

C'mon kid.

I need more detailed advice.

Choral Contest

Gold Award

Choral Contest

Bronze Prize

Good morning.

Morning.

When is Ms Kimura back?

Not for a while,

she's on maternity leave.

What about our recital?

Without her, we have no chance.

What was your score?

- Guess.

- 50?

- No.

- Really?

- Better?

- Over 50.

That's great.

Who's that creep?

Some kind of pervert?

And it's not even raining.

He's crazy.

Oka, check this out.

Isn't that your umbrella?

I don't think so.

It's yours.

I recognize the design.

What are you doing here?

Let's go Karaoke.

Follow me.

He's going with him?

Where?

Time to begin.

Let's do it.

We're not friends.

So no Karaoke.

Adults don't take kids

to Karaoke.

How about I watch

your choir practice?

- What?

- Maybe pick up some hints.

No practice today.

Really?

Is that right?

Liar.

C'mon, I can't risk the Boss

giving me a tattoo.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Wait here.

- Don't follow me.

- Take it.

I'll be waiting.

Here, now please go.

Thanks, kid.

What is it?

Seven Basics of Singing

That was good.

Well done at the semi-finals.

Two months of daily practice

wasn't easy.

From now on, it's 3 days a week.

So no skipping practice.

A choir is a team effort,

so let's all work for the October finale.

It'll be the last chance

for seniors to sing with juniors.

Use what you've learned

to do your best. Thank you.

Go ahead.

- Good effort...

- Miss!

We came 3rd.

Shouldn't we reflect on that?

Reflect?

Nothing wrong with third place.

Why didn't we win?

Your technique was perfect

and your voices were strong.

The one thing missing was

that tiny bit of love.

Never heard of that?

In singing, it is essential.

You're a daydream believer.

Me?

A daydream believer?

- Ridiculous.

- I'll give you love.

I'm home.

Hello dear.

Mom, I need a new umbrella.

That's all very sudden.

How come?

This one's too embarrassing.

I thought you liked it.

I had to use it because Dad

gave it to me.

Then keep using it.

I'm going shopping tomorrow,

come along and I'll buy you one.

I have choir practice.

Isn't the competition over?

It's every day until October.

- Liar.

- It's true.

- And the umbrella?

- Forget it.

School Film Club

This is scary.

What are they?

Gangsters.

What do gangsters do?

They rob and steal.

Then maybe k*ll each other.

They're the ultimate assholes.

Just like Yakuza.

Like those guys in Minami Ginza.

You ever been there?

No way.

They'd k*ll me.

Hey, Satomi.

This is a miracle encounter.

So this is your route to school?

I was praying you'd come,

and you did.

How lucky are you?

That's my talent.

I'm an expert at finding Satomi.

You know my name?

- How?

- It's written on this.

See, Satomi Oka.

You're too careless, Satomi.

- I have to go.

- Wait.

This choir bible, I read it from cover

to cover, but there's no mention of it.

What to do with my hands?

Hand, remember?

Karaoke Paradise

1: Relax, 2: Good posture

3: Deep Breaths

Why stop me?

Your hand again.

My hand?

Raising it doesn't make you

a soprano.

Really?

Don't sing up and down,

use vibrato.

Like vibrations?

Where's that written in here?

Where?

A tuning fork is fixed to "La,"

which is 440 hertz.

That means it vibrates

440 times per second.

If you go one octave higher,

then it's 880 Hz.

So that's 880 vibrations

per second in the throat.

Sound is vibration, so raising a hand

won't achieve a higher pitch.

Such actions only blur the sound.

Is that in here?

That booklet is for choirs,

not for Karaoke.

So disregard it.

What are you saying?

I didn't think you were so serious.

Of course I am. You, my learned

Sensei, gave me these scriptures.

I'm not your Sensei.

I've been fooled.

Totally tricked.

So what now?

I actually trusted you.

For a start, why this song?

It's too difficult for

the average man to sing.

It's a great song.

But what we love and what we

can sing are different.

If you want to avoid getting tattooed,

sing a song that's in your range.

I always sing this song

at Karaoke parties.

You want my help because you know the

danger of repeating your mistakes.

You're a master at finding

my weak points.

But the same guy gets picked as

the worst singer every year.

- Hello Kitty guy?

- That was an exception.

And only because

he chose the wrong song.

Most years, Naniwa Hyena

is the one who gets picked.

With his shirt off, you can see

all his crude tattoos.

Otherwise a good dude, he's our

worst singer. I respected him.

But then...

He didn't...

That very day...

We lost him.

Hey Bro!

Don't do it.

Think it over carefully.

Bro!

Dandelion Music Class

I hated to see him like that.

A hyena training at Dandelion?

The man I respected died that day.

Fried rice, please.

On that very day...

I came across a singing angel.

A sign from above, I thought.

Aren't angels

a sign of impending death?

Visiting from the Afterlife?

That's not bad.

But no angels for me,

I'm going to Hell.

Hyena Dandelion is taking

4 lessons a week.

That's more than our choir.

I know.

He's a changed man.

You'd better change your song.

Really...

You reckon?

There are plenty of songs

that fit your voice range.

That tune is filled with memories

of my dear Kazuko.

Which way home?

Here's fine.

No, I'll drive you home.

Then you'll know my address.

You're still my passenger.

Here's good.

Are you sure?

Okay then.

Thank you.

Text when you arrive.

- Why?

- It's night, you're alone.

Okay?

Okay, Satomi.

Good night.

Arrived home safely

Well done, boy

Well done for what?

Satomi, can I come in?

Sure.

What do you say?

It's the same one.

You wanted a new umbrella,

so Dad got this for you.

It's the same style.

Cranes and turtles

are not the same.

Same principle.

I'm not blaming you, Dad.

So you're blaming me, then?

Forget it.

You always say that.

Is he really a Yakuza?

His name is unreal.

It spells out Crazy Kid.

Would anyone name

their baby that?

What's this?

A love scene.

Love?

I wonder if Crazy Kid ever looked

into Kazuko's eyes?

Kazuko?

I dunno.

Apparently,

love is all about giving.

Giving what?

I dunno.

Me neither.

Love, I'm beginning

to understand

What it is like to love

All of love

To the love of time

It's always by my side to share

If I look at you

With the eyes of my heart

That's all for today.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Miss

Lead.

Sing properly.

I always do.

I'm a soprano, too.

I can tell.

You weren't trying.

Wada, stop hassling him.

You could tell

he wasn't serious, right?

Maybe he has his own problems.

- Why take his side?

- I'm his deputy.

That makes no sense.

Are you getting enough calcium?

I drink milk every day.

Okay, I get it now.

You lack love.

Like the teacher said.

You're all too slack.

This choir is finished.

Wada, come back.

I wonder what's

going on with Oka?

Lack of motivation after losing?

It's more delicate than that.

Delicate?

Show concern,

don't be thoughtless.

Me, thoughtless?

They think I'm too tough.

Adolescent boys are delicate.

Girls are, too.

There you go.

Goodbye.

Oka is on the ladder

to adulthood.

His voice is breaking?

Yes, it's already begun.

That's hard on a soprano.

The recital will probably be

the last time he sings soprano.

Sorry to interrupt your lunch.

Here's the music and lyrics.

To be sung at the final contest.

Is there a solo here?

For soprano?

Nakagawa, the female

and Oka the male.

It's your final year,

your final performance.

Why am I here?

I want you to practice the solo, too.

In case Oka can't sing on the day.

Good idea.

So I'm an alternate?

Just do your best.

Hi, Satomi.

I've been waiting.

Am I late?

No, you're on time.

Let's go.

Please enjoy.

Everyone's waiting for you.

Everyone?

Yes, all of them.

Here we are.

About time!

I'm sick of waiting.

No smoking, I said.

So you must be Satomi, eh?

Good lad.

Come on in.

He's just a kid.

When I mentioned you,

they all wanted to learn.

Listen to them and give advice.

You reckon you can teach us, kid?

Show some respect.

Call him Sensei.

How about orange juice?

Or coke?

Tough choices.

Get off your asses and

get him a drink.

Yes, sir.

I haven't touched this.

- Not beer!

- Orange juice.

Orange juice, seriously?

Sorry.

Hey guys.

Good day, sir.

You're the hot-shot teacher?

- Dandelion...

- Never call me that!

We don't like traitors.

Don't you hold back, kid.

Go sit up the back.

Shall I rip your hair out?

Shut the f*ck up!

Cool it.

We'll all sing in turn.

Everybody have a seat.

Start with the youngest.

You're first.

Thank you.

Kyoji.

I want to go.

Don't be scared.

They won't hurt a kid.

That guy used to be

a kindergarten teacher.

I don't believe you.

Your orange juice.

With a straw.

Coffee for me.

Thank you.

Yo!

Get this show going.

- Here I go.

- Pucker your as*h*le.

Give 'em hell!

Be honest, say what you think.

One comment will do.

You totally ignored the rhythm.

Listen carefully to the sound.

Yes, thank you.

Okay Shindo, you're up next.

Your voice lacks stamina.

Keep your strength up.

He's right.

Strength is all-important.

Not here, fool.

Do that outside.

Who's up next?

I'll go.

Your pitch is unstable.

Pitch?

Too much fake vibrato.

I'm sorry.

Your voice is just awful.

That was painful.

That was garbage.

What did you say?

Calm down.

The kid's giving sound advice.

You don't understand what

you're doing wrong, do you?

I thought I had a beautiful voice

until he set me straight.

This is a good chance

to explore your inner self.

But "garbage" isn't advice,

that's just bad-mouthing me.

You're here voluntarily,

so listen to him openly.

Right then, Satomi.

Anything you'd like to say to them?

Please forgive my intemperate remarks.

Stop!

Real men don't say sorry.

Listen up.

Final advice please,

Satomi Sensei.

Everyone, listen very carefully

to the sound of your voices.

Perhaps try recording yourself.

Listen to the song

over and over again.

If you do that, you should

improve without relying on me.

I suggest you stop

trying to sing ballads.

I think fast-paced songs

are better for you.

That's his advice, boys.

Thank you, Sensei!

Thank you.

Better clean your shirt.

There's wet wipes

in the glove box.

What's up?

Finger.

There's a finger in there.

A finger?

I forgot to dump it.

Forget you saw it.

Whose finger?

A g*ng member who

the Boss expelled.

He was a cocaine addict.

He cut it off in atonement.

I can't handle this.

No more meeting up.

I see.

I'm not surprised.

You're still in junior high.

Sorry for scaring you.

Sorry, kid.

Okay, goodbye.

Can I ask one last question?

Is Crazy Kid your real name?

Driver's License

Kyoji Narita (Crazy Kid)

Yeah, it's my real name.

Birth Registration

Kyoji Narita

We have to submit the form.

You want me to do it?

I can't take him out in the rain.

I have to look after Kyoko.

Kyoichi, Kyoko and Kyoji?

That's not funny.

Names shouldn't be funny.

- I'm home.

- Hello dear.

I'm soaked.

Towel please.

So demanding.

Wait.

You move.

That hurt.

b*tch.

Crazy

Kid

That's a good one.

Dad, no.

Things went bad for me

right after I was born.

Is that why you became a Yakuza?

No, I lived a regular life at first.

After high school,

I became a pimp.

What's a pimp?

You don't need to know.

I was working part-time

at a Karaoke bar.

Karaoke?

Yeah, the one we go to.

While I was there, the Godfather

convinced me to join his g*ng.

Now I realize

it was a fatal moment.

From birth I was destined

for the Yakuza life.

Your parents gave you a good name,

so you'll be fine.

This is a bad portrayal of Santa.

Well, there is no Santa Claus.

But what if I still

believe in Santa?

Then sorry.

You really believe in Santa?

Sorry.

Shouldn't you go?

To which one?

Which one?

Two different places?

The choir has already

replaced me.

No phones in the screening room.

What's he want now?

I bought a magic stick.

It makes me sing better.

Narita

Satomi, I don't know how

to use this magic stick.

Then why buy it?

As they say

"Drowning men clutch at straws."

Listen, Kyoji.

We can meet again, but not with

all those scary guys from your g*ng.

Let's go Karaoke.

2nd ranking out of 87 participants

Cool, no?

Better than your first attempt.

You could actually win

with that song.

But the Boss always sings that song

for his girlfriends, so it's risky.

So you can't sing it?

It's better to avoid it.

One guy tried it one time and he got

booted out before the song started.

No Kitajima songs either.

The Boss respects him.

That Hello Kitty tattoo was over

a Kitajima song.

So selection is very important.

Listen, Satomi.

Sing something for me.

I want to hear my Sensei's voice.

No chance.

Never.

Why not?

What do kids today sing?

Kenshi Yonezu the Third?

He's first generation.

Two fried rice.

I've been thinking all night,

but I think it's a cop-out.

Then let him tattoo you.

You're so cold.

Anyway, do it properly,

with no regrets.

None of these songs seem to fit.

I've have you, that's my best chance

to find a song and sing it perfectly.

Satomi. Elbows off the table.

You reject a Yakuza's advice on manners?

Youthful rebellion?

- Listen.

- What?

A list of songs, in your range,

that you can sing.

I'll explain them to you.

With a narrow range and gentle tempo,

the first one's easy.

This one's easy to remember and to sing,

the tempo is basically repetition.

Voice-wise, this one's

the best fit for you.

This next one is up-tempo...

Satomi.

You're so sweet and adorable.

Why hide your finger?

Thanks for this list of songs.

I got them off the TV.

So I should practice them, right?

Sing the one you know best,

not a new one.

Just practice the songs

you can sing, okay?

Good, thank you.

Hey, c'mon.

Thanks Satomi.

Yeah, thank you.

- Elbows.

- Shut up.

Don't eat with your elbows

on the table.

Thanks kid.

Kurenai!

Must you scream there?

I guess so.

Here we go!

All done.

Looks cool.

- Finished.

- Show me.

I could not look back,

You'd gone away from me

I felt my heart ache

I was afraid of following you

When I looked at

the shadow on the wall

I ran into the night

To find the truth

All of you in my memory

Is still shining in my heart

It's shining

I didn't get the meaning

till I translated it.

It's called Kurenai or deep red.

Someone precious is gone,

and his heart is dyed deep red.

A terrible fate.

Kazuko...

Your beloved Kazuko

disappeared, didn't she?

That's why you love this song, right?

Kazuko's my mom.

Is she dead?

No way.

She's still around, still full of beans.

But you said it's sad

memories of Kazuko.

You're right, I did.

I was in a relationship with a girl

who kept asking questions.

So I said when Kazuko went away

she broke my heart.

She thought it was some emotional

scar she wasn't supposed to touch.

Remember that trick.

You'll find it useful one day.

The Japanese translation is good.

Very tasteful.

Adults are sinful.

Naturally.

They're foolish, too.

And irrational.

What's going on here?

You skipped choir

to watch videos?

You're our choir leader.

No outsiders in the film club.

He's not a member, either.

Mr Amamoto accepts him

as an honorary member.

Who's Mr Amamoto?

He started this club,

he died 2 years ago.

So only you two?

No, there are other six

honorary members.

Really?

So who are they?

Shut up.

We missed a scene.

Then rewind the video.

It's not a video, it's a film.

Same thing.

You can't rewind this.

You know nothing.

Shut up!

My grandma has VHS tapes.

You can rewind them.

Wada, what's wrong now?

I broke the Film Club's

VHS deck.

Really?

I didn't know the rewind

function was broken.

Is that right?

So all tapes are one-time only.

They can't be rewound.

Is that right?

Without a player, they're finished.

Mr Amamoto's ghost will haunt me.

I've never even heard of him.

That's terrible.

What's she doing there?

Babysitting him.

How noble.

Is this it?

They have one.

Oh, sorry.

You little prick!

Who are you, anyway?

Say something!

Do you know who you're talking to?

Have you any idea who I am?

Say something, you little punk!

You're coming with me.

Take me, too.

- Kyoji!

- Tamai!

Hey pal, how's things?

- You're looking good.

- Naturally.

Wow, this is cool.

Looks good.

Look.

I found myself a sweet little boy.

He sure is.

What a cute little puppy.

Good catch, eh?

Boys, take the garbage out.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Is that your wallet?

Take it.

Here to buy something?

I'll pay.

Tell me.

Which do you want?

This one.

Thank you.

To run into him,

you must have a real gift.

What gift?

That finger in the car,

it's his.

When he got kicked out,

he swore off using drugs.

He was an addict.

A real space-case.

Minami Ginza is no place

for a kid like you.

You see that over there?

Katsuko's Snack Bar.

A Karaoke bar?

It's where the Boss holds

his annual Karaoke party.

- When?

- Next Sunday.

That's the same day.

Our choir recital.

The last event of the year.

The final one for

us 3rd year students.

Is that right?

The day we both head into battle.

It'll be the end.

End of what?

I don't think I can

get up and sing.

Of course you can.

No, I've lost it.

Then we'll all lose.

No, not that.

My voice.

I can no longer sing soprano.

You're such an idiot.

If only beautiful things mattered,

Minami Ginza wouldn't be here.

I haven't had sun on my

face for a while.

I've been thinking.

About what?

Your Boss tattoos the thing

you hate most, right?

Yeah, but he's bad at it.

They look like crap.

Don't stir up bad memories.

Then keep telling him

what it is you hate the most.

By telling him something

that I really love?

Isn't that a better tattoo?

How come you're assuming

I'm the one who'll get tattooed?

You're a terrible singer.

Nasty.

That hurts my heart.

You've pierced my soul.

Can you remove the arrow

you fired into my heart?

Don't rub it in.

You're late.

There's barely anything left.

Sorry.

I partake.

An amulet.

Why?

Next week's final choral event.

How do you know?

Your teacher emailed me.

She shouldn't have.

She cares about you.

Such a nice lady.

One from me, too.

Where do you buy these?

Next time we meet,

I've got something to cheer you up.

Oka's back, finally.

For real.

Where have you been lately?

We've missed you.

Sorry.

But now I'll stay until the end.

You're so self-centered!

If you go, I won't.

Wada.

Come back.

I don't avoid my responsibilities.

I get it.

Sorry for not turning up.

Too late now.

You're wrong.

He wasn't just being lazy.

I don't care.

He's shy about a

physiological phenomenon.

Like girls getting periods.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

What are you talking about?

I don't get any of this.

I don't get it, either.

I'm sick of it.

I hate the choir.

Then go, quit now.

Don't say that.

I've had enough.

Don't say that.

I took over for you

and now you say that?

I'm sorry for that.

You're taking her side now?

What's the connection?

Are you two dating?

Why say that?

Yes, we're going steady.

This is so sick!

Great, isn't it?

At school, seriously?

Let go of me.

Isn't that your friend there?

What do you want?

You texted that

you had something for me.

Your friends left?

I sent them back.

Really?

You trust those two alone?

It's just choir talk.

Budding youth, how sweet.

It was about the choir.

Even choirs have

romantic scandals.

You're still teenagers, after all.

I thought you'd be

concentrating on the choir.

But you're popular with girls, eh?

Stupid idiot!

Why do you twist things?

You're so dirty-minded!

I take the choir very seriously.

It's not Yakuza Karaoke.

I've worked hard for 3 years!

But your first thought is

some stupid love triangle.

You're a sick pervert!

Crazy Kid!

How did that cheer me up?

Cheer Up Amulet

From Narita

Sorry.

You're polite, but when angry,

you go ballistic.

What's with this foolish amulet?

Stop bothering me.

Forever.

You can practice by yourself

until Karaoke Tattoo Day.

Idiot!

I refuse to help you.

We both have important

performances ahead of us.

Good luck and let's both

do our best.

Are you really not going?

Give it a rest, Mom.

But it's your final performance.

Final?

It's not like I'm dying.

What about your solo?

I don't think I can do it.

But I should still go.

Yes, good.

I'm sorry.

I can't sing.

I can't do it.

Bar & Snack

Katsuko

Closed for

Private Function

Who is this kid?

Hey, Sensei.

He was Narita's voice coach.

I beg your consideration.

Kobayashi.

You got 4 points.

Thank you so much.

Great!

But Boss, he ad-libbed.

He changed some lines.

Shut the f*ck up!

You changed lyrics, too.

It's "Udada" not "Linda."

The real lyric is "Ooh la la."

What happened to Kyoji?

Where is he?

We got a call

from the hospital earlier.

I'm afraid...

He's gone to Hell.

Dying on my birthday.

It's a bad omen.

Enough, who's next?

Move!

You go first.

Everyone after me

will definitely look bad.

What's with you b*stards?

It's no time to be

singing and laughing.

The lowest of low Yakuza.

You don't care

that a good man died.

You can all go to Hell.

Join Kyoji there!

Stop right there!

You broke our sacred protocols.

Then you just walk away?

Sing.

Sing a requiem for Kyoji.

Listen up.

You have the skill and the ability.

So sing with love,

from your heart, okay?

She's doing it again.

But it's true.

Believe me.

I bet Oka will be singing

along in his heart.

It's not like he's dead.

He's very much alive.

Wada, can you do it?

I have to.

Oka ran away.

Morioka Junior High Choir, 29 students

mixed-voice, four-part chorus.

The song is...

Kurenai!

In the crowded street

You're standing all alone

The shadow of the days

hide your heart

As if something gonna force you

Now you're running into the storm

Can you see I'm always on your mind?

When I was gonna be losing you on my mind

found my heart in soil

I'm looking back the days

These are gonna break my heart

All of you in my memory

is still shining in my heart

Now you're wearing the mysterious lights

It keeps me sticking into my heart

My heart has been gonna die

deep red with all of pain

There's no one to cure my pain

only without you

There's nothing I can do

The wall hiding my heart is never broken again

How I try to shout

How I try to break

As if something gonna force you

Now you're running into the storm

Can you see I'm always on your mind?

My heart has been gonna die

deep red with all of pain

There's no one to cure my pain

only without you

There's nothing I can do

The wall hiding my heart is never broken again

How I try to shout

How I try to break

My heart has been gonna die

deep red with all of pain

There's no one to cure my pain

only without you

Cry in deep red

That was spectacular.

Best of the best.

A truly magnificent performance.

Fantastic.

What happened to your

choral recital?

Come on, kid.

Are you okay, Satomi?

You're alive?

Of course he's alive.

He's no ghost.

But how come?

My bad, kid.

I was in the toilet

when you got here.

But the accident?

I saw your car destroyed.

That stupid drug addict

smashed into me.

I was running late, so I left.

I saw a body on a stretcher.

That was him.

I pulled him free and beat him up.

I hope he can get off drugs.

At first, I thought I was dead.

But your amulet saved me.

I can't die and leave you behind,

can I?

He's crying.

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Good boy.

The Boss wants to serve him.

Orange juice for the boy.

And some food, too.

You sang my favorite song.

No, stupid.

He's too young for beer.

Thanks to all for everything!

- Good luck in high school.

- Thanks, sir.

Go say something.

I'll be a better leader

than you, for sure.

I'm counting on you.

Can we get a photo?

Sure.

Let me do that.

How about over there?

Come on, smile.

Everybody,

let us through for a photo.

Come on, smile.

Here we go!

Seriously?

- Shall I?

- You too, Miss.

No, I'm fine.

- Let me.

- Thank you.

Okay, everyone.

Big smiles, say cheese.

Okay, one more.

Here we go!

Everybody say, har-mo-ny!

I've rewound the video tapes.

Everything's ready for next year.

No film club next year.

Really?

No Minami Ginza anymore, either.

They're building a big hotel there.

They reckon it'll be finished

in 3 or 4 years.

We'll be finished high school

by then.

Didn't your Yakuza pal tell you?

I haven't seen him since

the Karaoke party.

My texts don't get through.

Was he just a phantom?

I could not look back,

you'd gone away from me

I felt my heart ache

I was afraid of following you

When I looked at

the shadow on the wall

I started running into the night

To find the truth

Bar Katsuko

Thank you for your patronage over the years.

All of you in my memory

is still shining in my heart

It's still shining

Kyoji Narita

He was real.

Go Ayano

Jun Saito

Kyoko Yoshine, Jun Hashimoto

Maki Sakai

Tomu Miyazaki

Hikorohi

Masaya Kato

Kazuki Kitamura

Producers: Naohiko Ninomiya, Norimasa Osaki

Hidehisa Chiwata, Hiroyuki Negishi

Original Story by

Yama Wayama

Screenplay by Akiko Nogi

Cinematographer: Katsumi Yanagishima

Lighting by Shinichi Nemoto

Sound Recording by

Norihito Sorimachi

Production Designer: Aiko Kuramoto

Costume Designer: Kumiko Eguchi

Music by: Hiroko Sebu

Editor: Takashi Sato

Property Master: Tomoya Yamada

Hair Stylist: Keiko Kazama

Assistant Director: Kohei Adachi

Assistant to Director: Kae Takeyari

Atsuka Oishi

Directed by

Nobuhiro Yamashita

Grand Opening

Next Spring

It's been a while.

You sound good.

Satomi

I won't lose this time.

Satomi, let's go Karaoke!