Exte: Hair Extensions

My nose hair is out of control lately.

'Cause the air's dirty.

Any luck with last night's Lotto 4?

Washed out.

Told ya.

You'll never hit with those numbers.

But I really loved her.

Winning the lotto using the name...

of a chick who dumped you is... -

Her name's Go-{iten{/i Na-mi.

Four numbers:
5, 10, 7 and 3.

Hold on. 5 and 10, right?

That's five numbers not four?

Huh? Go-ten? 5, 1 or 0. I see.

Which did you use 1 or 0?

Idiot! No wonder you never win.

Mind if we turn on the lights?

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 reeks something awful.

Thought you'd better take a look.

Really?

Well, better open it up.

Hair. Human hair.

Materials for hair extensions.

Used for what?

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?

Locked in this crate for weeks, right?

You'd think it'd stink, eh?

No peeking! Turn away.

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

Got-cha.

Person.

Person.

Takashima, a person.

A person?

Dead body?

Call the police.

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.

To the dump for you.

We understand each other, right?

Life's tough.

If it isn't genius hair stylist...

in training Yuko Mizushima...

once again fast asleep at her table...

from another all-nighter.

Better get up or...

Hmm. Morning.

Morning.

If isn't Yuki Morita wannabe pro dancer,

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.

"Later".

I might be home late.

You're always late.

What?

Forgot something.

Space cadet.

I'm off.

See you.

Hi-ho hi-ho, 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.

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.

Surf and sun.

The sea in the morning is lovely.

But I can't get too absorbed in it.

Down the main street and turning right.

Almost there.

Being ten minutes late,

I get off in a fluster.

Rupin 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 humorous tone.

Sachi answers,

"Picking up from yesterday?"

Sachi proposes,

"Everyone at our salon will talk like this."

What Sachi who been at the salon

two years meant was...

we've have been using overexplicit 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!

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

can have time to get a coffee.

can have time to get a coffee.

Your ambitions are important too.

But the client is giving you her time,

not the other way around.

Yes.

Let's get to it.

Hurry up.

This isn't the way to school, mommy.

It's fine. Move it.

What the hell?

Hair?

From the cargo container? Hair extensions?

The kidneys are?

Obviously been plucked clean.

And her eye too?

Been surgically removed too.

Must be a white slavery 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.

One talented doctor for sure.

Was she hidden in that container?

Or did she hide escaping the surgery?

Or did she hide escaping the surgery?

Are those extensions hers too?

Don't ask me.

Umm...

You finished?

Not yet.

Done.

Okay.

It's growing already.

You're quick.

Growing from your tongue too.

You crying?

You crying?

'Cause the world's cruel?

I'm starving.

What'd you buy for dinner?

Who's that?

Mami.

She was asleep at our door.

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