Okuribito Page #3

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But it's one of those.

You picked a bad one.

What do you mean?

You'll see.

Don't scare me!

Here we are.

Ah, good.

Where's the body?

Old lady, lived alone.

Dead two weeks.

She's in pretty bad shape.

See you later.

Who's that?

The undertaker. Our employer.

Let's get to work.

It stinks!

Come on.

Give me a hand.

Get her legs.

Her legs!

Right.

You said just to watch.

Gently, gently...

Hold her tighter!

Take the day off.

That was a bit much for your first job.

Did you eat something weird?

No.

Something stinks.

Your scarf!

It does not!

No?

- Hey...

- What?

That guy in the suit...

Next stop, Minami-Ginza.

(Tsurunoyu Public Bath)

It's still here!

Just leave it there.

300 yen.

Thanks.

Towel's 100 yen.

You'll get a good price now!

I'm not quitting!

Go away!

It's for your own good, Ma!

Get back to your city hall.

I'm not that old yet.

Am I, Shiori?

Can I come again for the big bath?

Of course!

I'll keep this bath-house

going just for you!

Daigo?

Yamashita...

Why didn't you tell me you're back?

Sorry. It's been a bit crazy.

Well! If it's not the

Kobayashi boy Daigo!

It's been a while.

That it has!

That's quite the job you found yourself!

Huh? Uh, yeah...

What's that thing he plays?

The cello. A great big violin.

That's it, a cello!

That gentleman's really something.

He plays the cello in Tokyo!

Wow!

I wish my son had talent!

Ma!

This isn't a good time.

We'll have a drink.

OK.

Bring the wife along.

You're married, aren't you?

Yes.

When this fool's not here.

And who gave birth to this fool?

Anyway, I'm not selling!

There!

Mate?

Mate.

I win.

Anything wrong?

Let's eat.

Mrs Fujii next door gave us this.

Fresh-killed this morning.

You could eat it raw.

Not quite yet...

Are you OK?

Are you OK?

What?

What's the matter?

What's wrong with you?

Hey!

No, Daigo, don't!

Not here!

Daigo?

Hey...

Mika!

Was this a trial I was being put through

for not looking after my mother?

Where was I going?

I suddenly wanted to play the cello.

I just wanted to play the

cello and let memory rewind.

It's tiny!

Salmon?

Oh... yes.

There, by those rocks.

Go! Go!

Sad, isn't it. Coming

all this way just to die.

It doesn't seem worth it.

They want to come home.

Back to where they were born.

Let's go eat.

The boss says to.

Why...

did you take this road?

Fate.

Yeah, right!

You were born to do this.

That's fine for you to say!

I'm very, very sorry!

He's mad!

Mr Sasaki, please!

I'm sorry.

You're late!

Five minutes late!

I'm very sorry.

You make your living on the dead.

Stop it!

Move it!

I apologize.

May I have your wife's

favorite lipstick?

Huh?

One grown cold, restored

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