H Project Page #3
- Year:
- 2013
- 118 min
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- Right. Go ahead.
- Let's go on the beach.
- Okay, let's take some photos.
- Please take care of our bags, boys.
- Alright.
Let me go with you. Keep my bag, okay?
Huh? What?
Dog, you can't go. Your bag is the heaviest.
Very gentlemanly, dude.
Why do the wheels gotta get stuck now?
She's cute.
Oh man, she smiled at me.
We could get the job done.
She smiled at me.
She smiled at me, dude.
She smiled at me first.
You can take that room. I'll take this room.
Hey, my room is awesome.
One. Two.
- Here?
- Yeah.
Why are they all here?
Boo!
Oh!
Damn you. You scared me, moron.
What are you doing?
Let me see. What's in there?
What did you take?
Distract me, huh?
What's that?
Did you see what I saw?
What did you see? How would I know?
You really didn't see it?
What did you see then?
Huh?
Forget it.
Go. I'm freezing here.
Damn you.
What's wrong with him?
Finally you're here.
Don't you know what time it is?
- Nobody woke me up.
- You should have known.
- Dog, you kept everyone waiting.
- Check the time.
Let's go.
Is that the woman who walked past us
last night?
Look alike. I think it's her.
She didn't just walk past us.
But I saw this woman on top of you last night.
You're just being insolent.
- I'm serious.
- Are you nuts?
Sato-san is here.
Sato-san. Sate-San.
Help. Help.
Please ask him
who's the woman in that picture.
Well, it's a picture of Miss Miko.
- Who's she?
- The daughter of this hotel's owner.
How could it be? We just saw her last night.
Sato-san, are you kidding?
Trying to scare us
before we go to Hashima, right?
He really told me so.
If you don't believe me,
you can ask him yourself, Nick.
If you didn't make it up,
it must be this manager.
See? He admitted that he just made it up.
All elders in this neighborhood know
about Miss Miko.
Kyosuke promised Miko
that he would marry her at Hashima.
Miko had been waiting her lover
till the day she died
At the time while Miko was getting ready
for the marriage,
her fiance went to work at the mainland
and never returned.
She kept waiting for her love
until she fell ill and died.
Hello. We're now at the Hashima Island.
This island is cursed.
Everyone who went there met with mishaps.
when they went back.
Aren't you scared?
Oh,
not that we aren't scared.
We just don't believe in superstition.
Be careful.
Oho.
Oh, damn.
What do we do now?
Put down our stuff first.
Shall we do the opening right here?
Prepare the camera.
Leave the stuff you don't need right here.
Hey, Off.
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