Heat-Haze Theatre Page #5

---

Ones who talk about

bombs and revolution.

Anarchists?

That's right.

Did one of them do something?

Kidnapped a prostitute.

- Have a drink.

- Thank you.

Our clerk thought

you might belong to that group too.

You don't look like

a regular businessman.

That face, too...

I didn't mean any offence!

What happened next?

He wanted money in exchange for the prostitute.

Her master refused.

Then what?

Such a fuss!

A policeman came to arrest him.

Then you arrived.

I see.

A call for Mr Matsuzaki.

Matsuzaki speaking.

It's me.

Hello.

- Did you see her yet?

- Well...

She hasn't come?

I'm lonely.

Why don't you come over?

This way, please.

Mr Tamawaki?

He's just stepped out.

We've been instructed

to entertain you until he returns.

Master.

Please have a drink.

I wanted to surprise you.

This is all my idea.

Attention, everybody.

This is Mr Matsuzaki,

the famous playwright.

I saw a boat tonight...

...floating down the river.

Two ladies were aboard.

Just the two of them.

Drifting along...

One of them was...

...a blonde.

I was surprised.

Then, after arriving here...

...I encountered a blonde geisha,

who resembled that lady.

How strange!

You might say

it's a mere coincidence.

It's not coincidental.

I planned it all.

That blonde geisha on the boat

is often seen around here.

The other one with the dark hair?

Your encounter with them

was totally taken into account.

What did she do?

She was kidnapped.

She made her way back a while ago.

The police want to question her.

Did you know her?

No.

Don't get involved.

The anarchists are behind this.

The festive drums amuse me.

- They do?

- They're not rhythmical.

The tempo is all wrong.

It's shorter than usual.

Listen.

The wrong tempo.

It messes with my head.

It's dangerous

walking here during the day.

I saw your woman being arrested.

Your lips look delicious.

I like festivals.

Fireworks thrill me.

I want to turn everything

into fireworks.

But this festival's

no good for that.

Too bad.

It's this way.

- No, it's this way.

- Is it?

You want to bet?

Yes.

Please.

Long, long, longer long ago

Longer ago than really long ago

The lord Yoshitsune

Lay with his lady

then fell asleep

Off you go now, off you go

"Since I saw my lover in a dream,

"I have become dependent on him."

It's me.

Shunko Matsuzaki.

I've come all the way from Tokyo,

guided by the drums.

"Next time we die as lovers."

Was that a lie?

I didn't send any letter.

I didn't.

It wasn't me.

Then who was it?

"Next time we die as lovers."

Who would write that?

It's the same handwriting.

I'm telling the truth.

Mrs Tamawaki.

Enough games.

Enough making fun of me.

This is too complicated a game

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes