Exte: Hair Extensions (2007)

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My nose hair grows so fast lately.

- 'Cause the air's dirty.
- Oh, yeah.

Any luck with last night's Lotto 4?

Washed out.

Told ya!
You'll never hit with those numbers.

But I really loved her.

Using the name of a chick who dumped you...
what was her name again?

Her name's Go-tou Na-mi.
Four numbers: five, ten, seven and three.

Hold on. Five and ten, right?

Five, one, zero, seven, and three?
That's five numbers, not four, right?

Huh? Go-tou?

I see! Five, one or zero.

Which did you use, one or zero?

I used one.

Idiot! No wonder you never win.

Mind if we leave the lights on?

No problem!

Sorry but we gotta work too, you know.

Actually that works for us too!

- That ain't for you to say.
- Sorry boss.

- Actually that works for us too!
- Thanks!

- That's exactly what I said.
- Evening.

Oh, evening.

Evening. Sorry to take so long.

Sorry.

This container apparently reeks a little.

Thought we better take a look.

- Really?
- Wanna take a look?

I don't know.

Well, better open it up.

Hair. Human hair.

Materials for hair extensions.

Used for what?

Hair extensions. You know, fake hair.

Extensions?

This whole zone is filled with hair.

Get real.

That's what the man said.

Lately young chicks wear these
in their hair for fashion.

Nothing looks out of the ordinary.

Is that smell from the hair?

Human hair's gotta stink a bit, eh?

They lock up real hair in crates for weeks
and import them.

Then obviously it's gonna stink, eh?

No peeking! Turn away.

"Mr. Lonely Heart, see you tonight too."

Got-cha.

Person.

Person.

Mr. Takashima, a person.

A person?

Are you all right?

Is it dead?

- Call the police.
- R-Right.

Yamazaki. I'm outta here.

See you tomorrow.

Almost forgot. The cops found
something amazing at the harbor earlier.

Did they?

It arrives tomorrow.

Understood.

Later.

Good night, sir.

Die.

Cheap imitation.

You are all garbage.

We understand each other, right?

Life's tough.

If it isn't hair stylist in training, Yuko Mizushima...

...once again fast asleep at her table
from another all-nighter.

Better get up or...

Morning.

Morning.

If isn't Yuki Morita, pro dancer in the making,
my roommate for over a month.

Darn!

At this rate I'll be late for my job of
two years at salon Gilles de Rais.

Yuki laughs and says...

"I gotta get moving to my part-time job
that pays for my dance studio fees."

I say, "See you later" and exit first.

"Later!" I say.

I might be home late.

You're always late.

What?

Forgot something.

Space cadet.

I'm off!

See you!

Hi-h*, hi-h*, it's off to work I go.

Here I go.

I always ride on this road,
but that's no reason not to drive safely.

Yuko Mizushima. Age 20.
This hair stylist in training heads off...

...aiming to be a great stylist one day.

Through the tunnel, we find...

...the same town.

This town shows various expressions.

Sky, mountains, greenery.
Hilly, narrow and wide streets.

As if time stands still
under this blue sky.

I love this town.

Good morning!

Good morning! See you!

If necessary, observe all hand signals.
Of course, safe driving comes first.

Cutting through the temple and fish shop...

The sea is near.

The sea, the sea!

Surf and sun!

The sea in the morning is lovely.
But I can't get too absorbed into it.

Down the main street and turning right.

Almost there.

Being ten minutes late,
I get all in a fluster.

Lupin, move. Thanks.

Any hair in here?

Sorry! I know, I'm late.

If it isn't Sachi, my coworker,
another stylist in training...

...and disciple of beauty.

"Are you still at it?"
I say in a humorous tone.

Sachi answers, "Picking up from yesterday?"

Sachi proposes, "Everyone at our salon
should talk like this."

What Sachi, who's been at the
salon two years, meant was...

...we've been using overly explicit dialogue
and everyone laughs at it.

We started and now it's a habit.
We can't stop ourselves.

Morning.

- Good morning!
- Bonjour, Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir.
- Bonjour.

On a TV drama last week...

...this habit to explain circumstances
came from similar dialogue like...

“Well if it isn't Mr. Toda,
who I met a month ago, walking over."

You said it.

Morning!

Good morning!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Morning!

The name's Gilles de Rais.

It's French, ya know.

Morning!

Good morning!

Morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Good morning.

Don't stop working.

Yuriko, did you finish that cut
in the given time yesterday?

Yes, no worries.

Listen up.

Mind the client's time as well as your own.

If you can finish earlier, the client will
have time to get a coffee afterwards.

Your ambitions are important too.

But the client is giving you their time,
not the other way around.

Yes.

Let's get to it.

Hurry up!

This isn't the way to school.

It's fine. Move it.

What the hell?

Hair?

From the cargo container?

Hair extensions?

The kidneys are?

They have clearly been plucked clean.

And her eye too?

Yes, it's been surgically removed too.

Must be a sl*very victim from some foreign country.

Meaning?

The world's full of black market
human organ trading routes.

Organ trading?

Kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Kidnapped and had her organs harvested.

And the surgery was done by a pro.

A talented doctor for sure.

Was she hidden in that container?

Or did she hide after escaping the surgery?
Are those extensions hers too?

Don't ask me.

Umm...

You finished?

Not yet.

We're done.

Okay.

It's growing already.

You're quick.

It's growing from your tongue too.

You crying?

You crying?

'Cause the world's cruel?

I'm starving.
What did you buy for dinner?

Who's this?

Mami.

She was asleep at our door.

"Dear Yuko,"

"1) Even if you try to return her
I'm not at my old house."

"2) Watch her for a while."

"3) I'll call you. From Kiyomi."

Damn her.

Hello.

Hello, Sis?

Kiyomi's answering service.
Leave a message.

Don't take me wrong,
but no slanderous messages.

Beep!

Who you callin', babe?

Answer! Don't push your kid off on me!

You never change.
How many times do I have to clean up your mess?

Now it's the kid, huh?

Get real. Look after your own brat!

They hung up.

I'm very sorry to trouble you.
Please let me stay for just one night.

Your mom will pick you up tomorrow.

You can use the bed over there.
Now go to sleep.

Okay, understood. Thank you so much.

I'll make her pay.

Don't say that, isn't she your sister?

We're not related by blood.

She's been my sl*ve since she was a child.

You're my sl*ve.

2001 Best Hair Award, 2002 Best Hair Award,


It's growing.

It's growing.

It's growing!

It's growing!

Morning, Mami.

Good morning.

Mami...

Can you show me your body?

There's nothing to see.

How about just your back?
Wait! Mami!

Yuki, hurry, grab her!

- What's wrong?
- Look.

It's nothing! It's nothing!

Who could...

My sister did it.

What? Stolen?

Yeah.

Did anything happen last night?

I was last to leave. Nothing really...

No evidence of other stolen bodies, but...

But the hair's been...

How so?

What the hell is this!

Get serious!

Sorry.

What's with that look?

Stop it!

You made him cry.

Doesn't Yamazaki give you the creeps?

Don't judge people based on how creepy they are.

Sorry.

I'll be going to work.
Be good and wait patiently.

Understood. I'm very good at waiting patiently.

If you need anything, call me here.

Yes.

See you!

Lock the door, okay?

If it isn't stylist in training
Yuko walking there.

I'll never give up!

Morning.

Good morning!

At least you answer well.

So when you go independent,
never forget that you're pros.

To win your clients' trust,
you must participate in workshops.

Cuts change into new styles,
so learn these techniques and...

...win your clients' trust.

See you tomorrow.

- See you.
- Tomorrow then.

That trust has to be treated preciously.

Open up!

Mami. Open the door now.

Mami.

Mami! I know you're in there! Open up!

Mami!

What took so long?

What gives!

I'm sorry.

What's she doing with such a nice coat?

What're you looking at?

Sit straight.

Yes.

The fan!

It fell over. Fix it!

Yes.

Hey.

What the hell are you doing?

Mami, who's this?

So you're Mami's...

And this is Yuko's house.
Who the hell are you?

It's our place.

What? You lesbians?

Are you dumb?

She never did have any luck with men.

Get out.

I said, "Get out." Didn't you hear?

Sister.

Why did you let her in?

She let herself in.

Guess I'm in the way. I'll go.

Mami, we're leaving.

Wait.

What did you do to her?

These bruises? She's covered in them.

- Tattletale!
- This doesn't concern her!

Doesn't concern her?

Whose kid do you think she is?

She's mine.

You own her?

I named her.
Don't say her name so damn frivolously.

Ask for my permission.

This broken cup is yours, so I'm sorry.

But I made Mami,
so don't go lecturing me about what I own.

Got it?

Then answer me.

Just like the old days.
Let's hear it. Yes?

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

- Yes!
- Not you, stupid.

Do you love her?

What'd you say?

Don't preach to me about love.
Listen to yourself.

I'm not the one who had the ab*rtion.

A broken cup...

...can be put back together, but...

...the baby you dissected is long gone.

- But that was...
- A mistake. Everybody makes them.

Doesn't change the fact that
you snuffed out a human life.

What's a selfish girl like you...

...gonna tell a person like me
who kept her child and raised it?

Well?

Well? What? Say it!

Mami, come home with mommy.

Wait!

I won't hand her over to you.

Not to her mother?
She's not yours to give back.

Now that I know how much you
beat her, I won't hand her over.

What's with you?

Trying to atone for the child you k*lled?

Stop it!

- Shut your mouth!
- I'm calling the cops.

Go ahead. I'll tell 'em what for.

Don't you watch the news?

Abusing children, even your own, is a crime.

Forget it.

Take her for a while. Fine with me.

Hey, those are my clothes.

Whatever. See you.

Bye-bye, Mami.

Hello?

Get over here!

Idiot!

Waiting.

I'm always waiting.

Oh? Wait a little longer.

Wait. Just a little bit longer.

Mami.

You can live here for a while.

I'm sorry. Don't hit me.

I can't be a good girl.
That's why I made mommy angry.

But I can be good. I'll be good.

You didn't do anything wrong!

You didn't do anything wrong.

Let it grow.

Keep growing and growing forever.

Wonderful.

You're wonderful.

Lovely.

Simply lovely.

Lovely, but I gotta trim it.

I'm sorry.

All dirty women have to do
something about their filthy hair!

Don't you think so?

Hi!

Always nice seeing you!

Something amazing has come in.

Wanna try some out?

It's beautiful.

Told you. They're the real deal.

They'll look perfect on you.

- You think?
- Wanna try?

Wow! Looks great!

- Really?
- Very fine.

Are those extensions?

They're really beautiful.

Yeah. Nice, huh?

Wanna try?

I'll settle for a cut today.

Next time then.

Oh, you're angry!

It's growing! You're angry!

Amazing!

My hair just doesn't grow.

Don't sleep and it'll grow.

A client told me so.

Really? Guess I'll stay up late too.

What the hell!

Oh, no...

I'm bleeding.

I'll be gentle with you. Come here.

What!

It hurts.

It hurts?

Why? Why!

You're a bad girl.

Right? You're so bad!

You bad girl!

Bad, bad, bad girl!

Bad girl!

It's been a while!

Mommy, this shop is all red.

Let it grow.

Let it grow.

Let it grow today.

This afternoon, at this hair salon in Abesada,
a female customer...

...was k*lled by her hair dresser,
who then took her own life.

Yours? Your doing?

Simply amazing!

You're great when you're angry!

Horrible, eh?

Didn't step on any blood, did you?

Rockabye, baby, rockabye, baby...

Rockabye, baby, rockabye, baby...

Hey, you.

Why are you so lovely?

But that's boorish of me to ask, eh?

Like the clothes I picked?

But that's boorish of me too, eh?

Yuko, give the girl upstairs extensions.

Okay!

Now, where's some lovely hair?

Anyone with lovely hair?

How filthy.

I wanna fill this town with lovely hair!

Anyone with lovely hair?

Anyone with lovely hair?

Huh?

Huh? Huh?

That girl.

What lovely hair you have.

You lost?

Do you want me to help you?

Bruises, eh?

Were you abused by this world?

My name's Yamazaki.
Gunji Yamazaki.

What's your name, little lady?

Excuse me. My name is Yamazaki.

How can I help you?

Is Yuko Mizushima here?

Yuko...

Customer.

Yuko?

Coming.

My name is Yamazaki.

- This girl...
- Mami.

Uh...

She, well, she seemed lost.

I'm sorry.

I broke your things.

Are you her mother?

No, I...

I thought...

Her hair is so... and your hair is so...

How great, Mami!

Huh?

Right?

Well...

I'm in the way, so see you.

Please wait.

Yes?

Thank you very much.

No, no, don't mention it. Really.

Right?

What lovely hair you have.

If all the b*tches in the world...

I mean "women"

...had hair like yours...

Back to work.

Yuko...

You got a kid?

Sorry for the disturbance.

I told you to stay home, right?

Sorry.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Don't go causing trouble here.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Yuko, I'll give you until 3 pm.
Do something about her.

Yes. Thank you. Let's go.

Don't hit me.

- I won't.
- I'm sorry.

Don't hit me.



Here.

Ma'am?

A mother should never hit her child.

Mother?

Please, mother. Straighten up.

Right...

- Be careful.
- Thanks.

We're going.

Come on.

Hair, hair, my hair...

Hair, hair, my hair...

Oh, no!

How horrible.

Don't mess with my mannequins, okay?

Yes.

What's with this hair style?

Yes.

Don't "yes" me.

Yes.

Don't say "yes"!

Yes.

I've gotta get back to work.
Don't move. Got it?

Yes.

Don't touch anything.
Don't even clean up!

You like comics?

I don't understand! Understood!

If you get bored, read this.

I'm off. And lock the door.

Understood.

If you get hungry,
there's some gratin in the fridge.

Yes.

Hair, hair, my hair...

Thank you very much.

No, no, don't mention it. Really.

What lovely hair you have.

Thank you very much.

If all the b*tches in the world...

I mean... "women"...

...had hair like yours.

I'll be back.

Hi everyone, good afternoon!
Oh, it's night, good evening!

The guy from...

Yes, but actually I sell these.

Oh, hair extensions, right?

Right.

Take a look. Here.

- Here. Here.
- Hey, look guys.

How sweet.

What country are they from?

- China?
- No, no.

- They're not Asian?
- It's a trade secret.

But I've been showing them...

...to salons on a free sample basis.
If you'd like, try them out.

You sure?

Please!

Yama...

Yamazaki.

Mr. Yamazaki, these will be a hit.

You think? Happy to hear it!

Thank you.

Is this the only sample?

- Come on. It's free.
- I'm ready to buy them.

Thank you.

If you don't mind,
I can bring more tomorrow.

Take a look. Come closer.

She's got such lovely hair.

She's still an apprentice.

A hard worker, though.

Really? She's got lovely hair.

Bye.

Well everyone, that's it for tonight!

Thank you...

How creepy.

He was praising your hair.

You don't know him, right?

I'm taking off.

See you tomorrow.

These are great.

You said it.

Sachi?

What's your model like for the next workshop?

I scored someone on the street
with hair that needs a cutting.

I see. Kondo, how are those extensions?

Great. I almost wanna wear them home.

Why don't you?
They look so natural.

You can go too, Sachi.

Oh, thank you.

Yuko, got a sec?

Yes?

What happened today?

I'm really sorry.

If you wanna be a qualified stylist,
get your personal life in order.

I'm sorry.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Yuko?

Need a model for the workshop?

Thanks, but...

I'll be fine.

Not that kid, right?

Ouch.

Is something in my hair?

I'm home.

You still up?

How was your day?

I said you didn't have to clean.

Hey, relax.

Yes.

Sit like this.

Yes.

A simple "yeah" is fine.

Did you eat?

Yes.

I'll make you a bath.

Understood.

Just say "gotcha". Please.

Gotcha.

That's more like it!

Gotcha.

And please call me Sis.

Gotcha, Sis.

Oh right, I bought these for you.

Hope you like them.

Ta-da!

Cute, huh?

Try them on. There's more.
This one is cute too.

I'm home.

Welcome back. Let's go over there.

Welcome back.

I'm home. I did some shopping.

What did you buy?

Guess?

Ta-da! Pajamas for Mami.

What?

What's happening?

You angry? Right? Getting mad?

Amazing.

As always, thank you.

- I'm happy with the cut. I'll be back.
- Please come again.

Thank you very much.

She won't answer.

Kondo seemed fine last night, right?

Totally fine. Left right after that.

She's not the kind of girl
to cut work without calling.

Mami.

Mami.

Mami.

Mami.

I know you're in there.

Mami.

Mami.

You're home, right?

I'm sorry I left you here for a while.

Could you open the door?

You haven't been to school.
Your teachers are worried.

Hey...

Won't you show mommy your face?

Sis told me not to open the door.

Yuko did?

Yes, she did.

Mommy regrets what she did.

I'm truly sorry.

I came to apologize.

Open the door and show me your face.

Okay?

That's a good girl.

Why didn't you open the damn door faster, idiot!

- I'm sorry.
- Don't "sorry" me.

Her bank book!

Come on. Help me!

But those are Sis's.

Whose kid do you think you are?
Whose? Say it!

Get a job, hair girl!

Get a move on! You're coming too.

My fingernail's split. Take a look.

What's wrong, honey?

This uppity punk in the bar.

I swung at him and jammed my hand.

That bar attracts bad types.

Lately, kids have...

...no g*dd*mn manners.

That includes you.

How do we answer?

Yes.

Before she lived with Yuko,
she knew how to answer.

She's picked up Yuko's bad habits.

Right?

Smack her?

Teach her the restraint of being a lady.

Understood.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

I can't hear you and your baby voice.

Speak louder.

Kids who don't listen get punished.

It hurts! My broken nail hurts!

Poor baby.

I'll suck it for you.

It stings.

That feels nice.

That tickles.

Hey look, look.

Today's prize.

Look! A new coat.

Where'd you get that?

A kind person gave it to me.

And this too.

- Nothing for me?
- Nope.

Ouch! My nail hurts.

Still?

This hurts too.

What the?

Hair is... growing on your arm.

Hair is growing on your arm!

Gross!

What the...

No peeking, idiot.

Hello?

Oh, Yuko.

About 2, I guess.

Mami was studying.

She should be home.

Mami...

Look out!

Is Mami okay?

- Mami Mizushima?
- Yes.

It was a minor injury. She's fine.

Thank you.

Um, Miss Yuko Mizushima?

Yes.

Detective Sugawara. This is...

Tamura.

My sister.

A monster.

A monster?

A monster?

Yeah.

A hair monster k*lled my mommy.

Mami.

It's the truth.

There has to be a connection.

You mean the hair?

My gut tells me it's linked
to the missing female corpse.

The cargo container girl?

Yes, although it's somewhat...

Somewhat?

Somewhat doesn't solve cases.

Sorry.

We can't inform HQ on a hunch.

No way. No way.

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

It's all natural hair.

Human hair.

Everyone.

Today was hard on us all.

Kondo's death was a shock, but...

...that doesn't concern our customers.

Brace yourselves emotionally
and focus on your work.

Are...

...we still having the workshop tomorrow?

As planned...

You too, Yuko.

Yuko.

Okay?

Yes.

Mami.

Yeah?

I wanna give you this.

Cut it all you like.

But be careful with scissors.

Really?

Practice using scissors first.

Hold them like this.

Right, right, very good!

Yuko, you up?

Yeah.

Thanks for being my model.

You think someone will film with this camera
for me tomorrow?

I'll ask somebody.

Great! Good night.

Night.

Can I ask you something?

Sure. What?

Why did you find a job cutting hair?

Well that's...

Ever since I was little, I loved going
to the beauty parlor with my mother.

The stylist there was really talented.

I loved to watch my mother
sitting in front of the mirror.

I was enchanted by his hand movements.

My heart pounded as I watched
my mother's beauty change.

Little by little, my mother transformed
into a woman I'd never seen before.

One day, the stylist asked me
if I wanted a hair cut.

I was still in elementary school.

I never thought I'd get to sit in the adult chair.

So, I sat down and looked in the mirror...

At my ugly self...

I regretted it.

I knew it was wrong to sit down.

Totally...

But that stylist...

Before I knew it,
my image in the mirror changed.

I could barely stand it
looking through the mirror.

I thought how amazing it was
to be able to do such magic.

I looked at his face and it was like...

...the face of a person doing something great.

Someone filled with confidence...

I thought, "Someday
I'll learn that technique."

I'll be like him.

I wanna feel the way you do too.

You do?

Huh?

I see!

Mami, wanna give it a try?

Yes.

Yes.

So they matched, eh?

- Thank you. Bye.
- The DNA lab results are out?

Yeah. The hair fiber
from every case is from that girl.

- But that's...
- Yeah.

Added all up, it should be the hair of 30 women.

- How can that be?
- Don't ask me!

It's Sugawara. The results are in.
Yes, they all match.

We'll assume all the cases are related.
Keep you in the loop. Let's go.

Right.

Why do I have to be your model?

I wanna try out a new style.

Here we go, Jun.

Have your way with me.

Let's go, Mami.

Let's go.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Yuko, you're late.

Sorry.

Is she your cut model?

Yes.

I'm Mami. Nice to meet you.

She's a kid.

The one from the other day.

You're right.

Let's begin.

Over there, Mami.

Ready?

You have 45 minutes.

Skill doesn't count if you can't finish in time.

All right, ready!

Yuko, hurry up.

Now...

...start!

Good luck!

Go for it.

I'll make this a Kodak moment for you.

Keep your cool.

Okay.



- Yuko, don't rush.
- Okay.



Mami, I'm gonna give you extensions.

Excuse me.

Can I have a minute?

What is it?

Who's that?

It's part of our investigation...

I understand.

I'm sorry everyone. We'll have to stop.

The detectives have some questions.
Please give them your attention.

Your cut models are free to go.

Sorry. We appreciate your cooperation.

What happened?

Probably related to Kondo.

Did you do something?

Done!

Nice work.

You did it.

Way to go, Yuko.

Mami, what do you think?

That's it for today.

Thank you for your help.

Next, please.

What's up?

One of our customers died after leaving here.

Mrs. Suzuki?

I gave her extensions.

They kept grilling me about the extensions.

Is that somehow related to Kondo?

Do you often use these?

We usually use these.

Are these special?

A strange man brought them in a bird cage.

Were those extensions
the ones that guy brought?

The guy in overalls.

That guy?

Brought them in a bird cage.

Brought them in a bird cage.

Has he been here before?

What was his name? I can't recall.

That night, Kondo wore the
extensions he brought home.

Yamazaki.

- His name?
- Yamazaki.

Yamazaki?

Mami, I'm gonna give you extensions.

Sorry, but I gotta go.

Yuko, wait!

Hair has a way of falling everywhere.

Look how much.

The phone?

A fax?

I'm starving.

Yuko's still not home.

You look like a pro stylist.

Gimme a break.

Hey...

Is this extension the same
as the one you're wearing?

Yep.

Then she'll look as cute as you.

I can't wait any more.

What do you wanna do?
You wanna wait?

I'll wait.

Really?

Done!

Huh? Show me.

How is it?

You're getting better.
You've got a bright future.

Mami.

Don't look behind you.

What was that?

What the hell?

Mami, run!

Who's it gonna be today?

Is it...

...those girls?

Help.

Yuki! Mami!

What?

Mami?

Yuki?

Mami!

Mami!

I can't get it.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop it! Let go of these girls!

What lovely hair you have.

What the hell is this?

Is this all hair?

Looks like it.

Sugawara?

Look over there.

Is that...

...the cargo container girl?

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

Hair, hair, my hair, hair...

Hair relaxes me.

I was always alone.

So now I'm very happy.

So, let's stay together.

Bound together by hair.

Oh, dear.

What is this?

You're all over the place.

What is this?

What is this?

What!

What! Why did you do it?

What now?

- What do we have here?
- Piss off.

What happened?

You poor boys.

How lonely, how lonely.

How pitiful and empty!

Stop!

You always, always, always...

...drove me hard at that morgue,
working me to the bone day after day.

What's so wrong? What's so wrong?

With cutting someone's hair?

What's so wrong with it?

Hey, stop!

What?

What? Stop what?

- Stop.
- I can't hear you!

I can't hear you! What?
What? What? I can't hear you.

Shape up? Act properly?
He said to shape up.

Shape up, you say!

He's dead.

Dropped dead.

Dead as a door nail.

We'll let this one live!

Detective...

I haven't done anything wrong.

Sure, I brought her home,
but she's not dead. Very much alive.

Her hair is amazing, eh?

So thick with a rich, glossy luster.

She's an amazing girl. Simply amazing.

But she's suffered up until now.

But since I met her, no more...
I haven't searched for anyone else.

But these two are different.

These two are the best.
So talented. So lovely.

Just like this...

Being surrounded by hair, living among it...
Making a life of hair...

Putting their interests to good use...

Putting their interests to good use...

What are you going to do with us?

Hear me out, senorita.

This girl is so pitiful.

While she was living, her organs
and her eye were ripped out and sold.

And so her hair raged and raged like this.

Will you live with us forever?

- Please.

- Please.
- Stay away.

Please.

Please.

Don't come near me.

Mami, run! Hurry!

Stop it!

Huh?

Stop.

Huh?

Stop!

Stop!

Don't you mess with her hair.

I'm not.

You're out!

That will teach you to mess with hair.

- Your hair looks delicious.
- Stay away from my sis!

You sweet deary,
I'll make dinner out of you first.

The truth is...

If you love your hair like this,
you'll be like me.

Don't you go near her!

Ouch!

S-Stop!

Now I'm angry.

Hey, did you see that?

I always told you I was a gentleman
but I can't quietly stand by after that.

Senorita...

I'm gonna cut that hair for you.

Stop bullying my sis!

Back off or I'll start with you!

Come here, you freak!

- What's that?
- You want my hair? You can have it all!

- Don't you want it, you pervert!
- Shut up! Don't call me a pervert!

- Come on, you pervert!
- Silence!

- Pervert! Pervert!
- Silence! Silence!

- Pervert! Pervert!
- Silence!

- Pervert!
- You asked for it!

Pervert, pervert, pervert!
Bring it on, you pervert!

It hurts!

Why...

Why's blood coming out?

How strange your hair is.

Amazing!

How amazing!

Why is hair...

It hurts but in a good way!

It tickles! It tickles!

Ecstasy!

Mami, come here!

You okay?

Did I do something wrong?

Let me torment them.

No good. This way!

Please!

Thanks. You're a good girl.

Here.

Hurry!

Mami, hurry!

Sis...

Hm?

Do you hate working with hair now?

Nope! Now I wanna try even harder.

I'm glad.

Mami?

Hm?

Stay with me forever.

Huh?

Stay with me forever.

Huh?

We're together forever.

Sis...

Thanks.