At This Late Date, the Charleston Page #3

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It was a state visit,

so we thought...

Japan would pay for our meals.

But they didn't.

What misers!

Finance Minister

was at the bicycle races.

So we got into trouble.

What?

You jumped your bills.

Good.

No... violence.

You tried to rape someone!

Finance Minister!

Finance?

Sorry!

I won three races,

so I stayed until the last race.

To continue my luck

I went to play pachinko.

I won all these!

Did you pay our bills?

It's 10,625 yen.

I did. So,

you can leave now.

It's very late, may I...

stay the night here?

Please open up and let me in.

Let me have breakfast too.

It's free, right?

Excuse me.

Oh.

Hey kid, what did you do?

Doctor Game?

I'm so sorry for my brother.

Their treatments,

may I pay for that?

How much?

I've prepared... this.

- 10 million!

- Stupid!

1 million.

I see.

May we two talk about it?

Yes.

Come.

Are you blind?

- What?

- Tamiko!

What?

Toilet!

I didn't expect that!

I thought it's just 100,000!

Me too, Yumi!

- We can go to Hawaii!

- Am I dreaming?

It's vacant!

What?

What, punk?

So the Yamatai statesmen

are leaving us?

Do you think this is funny?

This is not funny!

Any toothpicks?

You're really crazy.

Go see a doctor.

You have your insurance cards?

We don't.

- We tore them up.

- Tore them up?

"Yen" is our currency,

so we didn't tear them up.

All things issued by Japan,

we tore them up yesterday.

Tax reminders, bus passes,

pension cards,

- policewomen's...

- Policewomen?

Recruitment posters.

Stop kidding!

If they sent us draft notices,

those too.

Will they draft you old men?

You'll never know,

Japan these days...

Jiro.

What is this music?

The Charleston.

What is it?

Lately,

I don't know why,

this is funny to me.

AT THIS LATE DATE THE CHARLESTON

Executive Producers

Shiro Sasaki, Kihachi Okamoto

Produced by

Yosuke Taga

Written by

Kihachi Okamoto, Go Riju

Photographed by

Yudai Kato

Edited by

Yoshihiro Araki

Music by

Masaru Sato

Directed by

Kihachi Okamoto

What's wrong, the wipers?

My tears, I can't...

see the road.

Never mind that.

Very funny.

Jiro!

This is my first time.

Know the taste of your tears?

Spicy? Sweet?

Mild spicy.

Sweet.

What's up?

You've been circling

around the police station!

Angry with us?

Very nice morning.

What's happening in world politics?

No littering.

Put them properly in the litter bin.

Yamatai people! Yamatai people!

Hey you!

Stop the car.

Yes.

- Thief!

- Thief!

Newspaper thief! Milk thief!

Now we got you!

Somebody help!

You!

Jiro!

Bastards!

- Those old delinquents!

- Right!

You're a juvenile delinquent.

You did quite a lot.

Truancy, scribbling the walls

of headmaster's office.

Destroying lab specimens,

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