Heat-Haze Theatre Page #3

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But by then, she was dead.

Then who was it that I met?

Who, indeed.

Many strange things

happen in the world.

The human mind, perhaps,

is the strangest of all.

Do you agree, Mr Playwright?

She was standing there.

She looked exactly like that lady.

The bladder cherry lady?

Have you seen her again?

No.

Come to think of it,

it was all quite odd.

Keep me company tonight.

After all, it seems

you knew my late wife.

Mr Tamawaki,

please accept my condolences.

She finally passed on.

She can sleep in peace at last.

I wonder. It seems

she's already appeared as a ghost.

What do you mean?

Matsuzaki saw her after she died.

She can't rest.

She's nursing a grudge.

A grudge?

She was in love with me.

To a woman,

a grudge is akin to love.

Such a theatrical expression.

Matsuzaki, use it in your play.

Taro.

Hanako.

Jiro.

I was her first man.

She was my chambermaid.

She loved me, so I fired her.

Making love to you

is her vengeance. Right?

You're wrong.

You told me to take care of him.

I'm at his service,

as if he were my lord.

We're clean, pure

and innocent, aren't we?

- Mio.

- Yes?

Are you in love with Mr Tamawaki?

Not any longer.

But he's supporting you financially.

He gives me money.

Why should I refuse it?

Damn it.

Everybody around me

is linked to him.

I'm dancing to everyone else's tunes.

He respects your talent.

My talent?

Talent for what?

I don't need flattery.

A funeral.

I wonder which wife died.

He loves to make fun

of the people around him.

We won't know the truth

until we peer into the coffin.

You say you saw lne

after she died, too.

So which of his wives died?

"Wives?"

, ...

You know everything.

But you didn't answer me

when I asked.

Well, it's a secret.

But I'll tell you.

Let's dance.

Let's dance!

He got married

while he was studying in Germany.

- With a German girl?

- Yes.

Then he ordered her

to become a Japanese woman.

V -

Hairstyle, kimono, the works.

It's a well-known story in Germany.

He returned home

with his German wife.

AN L- I- f AN '

n. A

Some say his new wife

is a mere courtesan.

There she is.

Darling.

I'll take one woman's soul.

I beg your pardon?

This is a plaything

for women and children.

I'll call it a soul or whatever

I need in order to make a sale.

Thieves!

They got me too.

Wm .

Your masculine soul

has been taken.

- My soul?

- It's a children's game.

They give the soul to a girl.

That makes them...

...lovers?

It's only a game.

The birds are restless.

Doesn't it bother you?

No. I think they're quieter than usual.

One is dead.

They tormented each other

and one of them died.

I'm sick of running an aviary.

Even if they're sold, they die.

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