O fetus...
O fetus...
Why do you undulate?
Is it the knowing of
your mother's heart...
that fills you with dread?
Starring
Shijaku Katsura
Yoji Matsuda
Eri Misawa
Leo Morimoto
Jun Haichi
Kaori Kobayashi
Hideo Murota
Kyoko Enami
Based on the novel
"DOGRA MAGRA"
by Kyusaku Yumeno
Screenplay by
Toshio Matsumoto
Atsushi Yamatoya
Producers
Shuji Shibata
Kazuo Shimizu
Directed by
Toshio Matsumoto
Brother-in-law.
Brother.
It is me.
Please say something.
You're there, aren't you?
Why don't you answer?
Help me!
Someone please!
Anyone!
He's been extremely agitated.
He's asked where he is?
Yes.
Anything else?
He asked his name.
Of course we've said nothing.
So it's exactly as before?
Precisely, sir.
Do you remember anything?
Do you know who I am?
I see.
I am...
Excuse me.
My card.
Department of Psychiatry,
Kyushu University Hospital.
Professor Kyotaro Wakabayashi.
So this is...
Yes. Room #7 in the
psychiatric ward.
Psychiatric?
When our Dept. Head, Dr. Masaki
suddenly passed away...
a month ago.
I temporarily took over.
Does that mean that I'm insane?
Insane?
Why do you ask?
I remember nothing.
Not even my name, or yesterday...
Not even my face.
You've been through
a hideous incident.
Medically speaking, what
we term amnesic trauma.
A great shock?
Please tell me, doctor.
What happened?
Who am I?
That you'll have
to resolve yourself.
If your memory returns
things will become clear.
Please forgive me,
I was wrong.
Good morning.
Morning.
Forgive me.
I'm so sorry, my sister.
I betrayed you.
Do you know her name?
You remember her face?
Brother-in-law!
Why are you here?
Do you know him?
Calm yourself down.
It'll come back.
Now go to sleep.
In the reign of Emperor Hsuan Tsung.
There was a handsome young
painter named Wu Ching-hsiu.
The emperor was very fond of him. And
gave him in marriage Dai, maid to his consort.
Wu Ching-hsiu lived
a blissful dream...
with his beautiful bride Dai.
With his...
Sorry.
Now the Emperor was besotted by his consort,
Yang Kwei Fei and did whatever she suggested.
She surrounded him with her
foolish family...
and connived to banish all worthy
courtiers from his side.
When Ching-hsiu saw this and the ignoring
of portents, he worried greatly.
His painting was the only
way to show the emperor.
He explained as much
to his new bride.
"Will you lay down your life
for the good of the land?"
"For you, I do so gladly."
He journeyed to his secret mountain studio.
And drank a final cup with his bride.
"Let us meet again
in the next life."
He strangled her with
his bare hands...
then stripped the robes from her naked
body. Feverishly he began to sketch.
On a scroll,
he painted the body...
in various stages of putrefaction. His
first aim, to let the emperor know...
the intransigence of life.
But the human body
is quick to rot.
His brush could not
keep up with the decay.
Upset, Ching-hsiu realized he needed yet
another corpse. The madness was on him.
He killed another with a field mattock.
And carried her off to his studio.
The villagers surrounded,
then burnt his hideaway.
With that, he gave up.
He gathered up his unfinished scroll,
his wife's jewels, her coral comb,
some of her bones and
put them in his robe.
And ran for his life.
But when he arrived
back at his home,
his bride Dai, called
out then embraced him.
Alas, it was her sister,
the young Fen.
A lithe young wench.
"I know that it is wrong for
I cannot help but love you."
Said she, as she
passionately wooed him.
The now deranged Ching-hsiu
took her to his bed.
They fled the city
and wandered the land.
Their boat capsized in a storm.
Both thought that the end had come.
But a ship from Bohai did rescue
them. And they travelled to Japan.
One night Ching-hsiu either fell
or jumped to a watery grave.
The bereaved Fen
wanted to follow him.
But the child inside her
prevented such a course.
And she did bear
a boy child.
Fen wrote down all that
had transpired on the scroll...
and so it did pass down
from generation to generation.
Such is the tale.
That girl in room #6,
she's become the Fen
of 1,100 years ago.
So by sister she meant...
She's referring to Dai.
And brother-in-law
is Ching-hsiu.
Exactly.
So, she's crazy, then.
And thinks that I'm Ching-hsiu!
Hilarious.
It's not that simplistic.
Which means?
You're both direct descendants
of Ching-hsiu and Fen.
Ridiculous!
No, it's been documented.
The Wu family are direct
descendants of Ching-hsiu.
Professor Masaki spent years
validating the concept of...
- IPC, the Inherited Psychological Condition.
- Inherited psychological condition?
Yes.
According to his research,
the great shock felt
by your ancestors...
supersedes individual memories
and passes through the bloodline.
I can't believe it!
Take a look at this.
"Young medical student
strangles his bride-to-be."
"At Meinohama"
"Master Ichiro Kure"
"Night before the wedding"
"His bride-to-be"
"Moyoko Kure"
The hideous incident that you
referred to, isn't it?
Yes.
Five months ago, Ichiro Kure
a medical student,
on the night
before his wedding,
strangled to death
his cousin, Moyoko.
What do you mean?
You're not saying l...
Is it true, doctor?
You have to remember!
I'm not Ichiro Kure.
Why not?
He killed that Moyoko, right?
So she can't be the girl in #6.
Therefore, I'm not Ichiro!
I see.
Right? No connection at all.
Does this scene jog a memory?
"Dr. Masaki's Laboratory"
That's Dr. Masaki's
collection of specimens.
Please look at them.
Should one give you
the slightest hint,
perhaps it will
bring back your past.
Whatever's this?
That patient cut
his own arm off...
with that knife, there.
And this?
He tried to poison his entire family.
That cat was an ingredient.
What's this, sir?
A young university student
wrote it in one session.
A kind of novel.
Extremely valuable in our research.
"Dogra Magra."
What's it mean?
A chant used by a secret
christian sect in Nagasaki.
Preface.
O fetus, O fetus,
why do you undulate?
Is it knowing mother's heart
that fills you with dread?
It's quite bizarre.
Extremely so.
Modeled the story line on himself...
and wrote a mystery including
Dr. Masaki and myself.
Reading it is enough
to send one mad.
All jumbled, is it?
Not at all, it's
carefully planned.
Sit yourself here
and read for a spell.
No thanks.
This?
You found it.
That's Dr. Masaki.
The slide narration was his voice.
Pre-ordained, you
finding his photograph.
Picking up the
Dogra Magra novel.
Something's stimulated
your deepest memories.
Something made you stand here.
And the "Embryo's Dream"
you pick up...
became his graduation thesis!
Embryo's Dream?
Do they dream?
Of course they dream.
In the 10 months that
embryos gestate,
they experience
one long dream.
Think of it as the reason
for the gestation,
this 10 months long
dream they undergo.
During this 10 months,
the fetus...
takes on characteristics of
numerous of our earthly species.
And absorb all the memories
of their ancestors...
into each of their billions
of cells before being born.
Hence, the mental and physical
development of the embryo...
depends on the
ancestral memories...
or the embryonic dream.
You remember something?
No, but Dr. Masaki...
What about him?
Nothing.
He certainly seems different...
with such a collection.
We all considered him eccentric.
His doings are beyond
the ken of most folk.
He completed many great
scholarly achievements.
But his most outstanding
accomplishment was...
the creation of the Freedom
Cure Experimental Grounds.
There are 10 examples of IPC.
Dharma faced a stone
wall for 9 years...
and became a great
spiritual leader.
To make us all as one,
an lmperial Japanese Dharma
Association needs be formed.
For the sake of our
lmperial Highness, the Emperor.
Matters not if it's
a wall of stone or wood.
The first step
needs to be taken!
Professor! Professor Masaki.
It's you, is it?
I read your article.
It had a great impact.
Your brilliant prose.
The editorial staff,
became too confused.
They just couldn't
work it out.
A good reaction.
But you should be
careful not to...
get your very self tricked
by your own brain.
Exactly.
Could you give me
more detail on that?
What's that?
I have trouble with your...
"the brain is not a thinking organ."
Because the brain
is almighty.
The brain likes to imagine it's the greatest
of all. As in, "I think, therefore I am."
Just a moment. She thinks
she's Anna Pavlova.
The black clouds so low
Lined up as they are
As they fly across the sky
When you look at
the western sky
What are you filming?
A detective story.
Detective story?
The brain searching
for the brain itself.
A patient, I call him Loony-Lad,
is the main character.
A good lad and smart as well.
I see.
But suddenly one day
he had a manifestation.
He's been here ever since.
Is that true?
You're such a doubter. If you
want I'll take you to him.
We've got him in room #7.
Alright.
And then?
Well, after that he was
amnesic for a while.
Then he returned to a
semblance of normality...
before completely
forgetting everything.
You remember something?
Do you know who I am?
Forgot again, did you?
It's alright.
I'm Keishi Masaki.
Head of the hospital
psychiatry section.
Psychiatry?
So I'm insane, am I?
Insane? Why say that?
I don't remember anything.
Not even my name.
You had a manifestation.
Now you've lost your memory.
How can I get it back?
Who am I?
Calm yourself down.
Earlier you screamed
out loud.
Identify why, and
it'll come back.
I had a dream.
Yes?
A frightening dream.
The world was at an end.
Or perhaps it was a beginning.
A woman suddenly opened her arms,
then looked so hurt.
No, it wasn't that.
Yes, go on.
I can't remember.
Where do our memories reside?
A very good question.
Searching for that gem is
as difficult as finding our soul.
Most doctors place
it in the brain.
I hold that
it's in the entire body.
And the brain acts
as a movie screen.
After I told the lad that,
he was so interested in the brain.
He started asking me numerous
questions, then reading.
He's still functioning well.
And he often makes learned
speeches to himself.
Brains, which exiled god from the world,
have taken the throne of the gods.
Becoming dictators, what have
they done to human culture?
Brains have created
weapon after weapon...
and tried to make us
kill each other off.
They brought us light, belittling
the sun, moon and stars.
They gave us machines and
have destroyed nature.
They created pollution and
its subsequent maladies.
What is the reality of the brain?
Strangely, the brain has not
studied the brain itself.
And there are no cures
for mental illness.
Patients have been put behind
bars all over the world.
They're not treated
as human beings.
Why, I ask, are other patients
treated differently...
from those who suffer
from mental illness?
What defines normality
and abnormality?
You, yourselves live in the bustling city,
you carry on with your normal lives.
Sometimes you
do abnormal things.
You tire and feel as if
someone is watching you.
And you suffer from
your persecution mania.
Most of you have experienced
this abnormality.
So the normal folk
have this tendency.
Those we call insane,
have it to a greater degree.
A genius, or one who is
fixated on one subject...
is also referred
to as being crazy.
Notably, Dr. Masaki is
a typical crazy professor.
Even a doctor, how can
he distinguish madness?
A pulse, examining a tongue?
Where can he cut?
Can't see it on an X-ray.
More mysterious than a fart.
How can we examine it?
You know it can't be cured
and an asylum doesn't help.
Committing them doesn't
give you peace of mind.
For the patient it's the end
and the doctors lots of bucks.
A pit of horror stories. They
get you in and get your bucks.
Bung him in the loony bin and
watch the bugger squeal.
Can't escape from there
and hardly anybody knows.
How could they?
Be quiet! Shut up!
Like this Loony-Lad,
he's taken my Freedom Cure...
and has recovered some
of his faculties.
Sometimes he expounds on
his theories of the brain.
But essentially he's
plagiarizing my theories.
The lad has memorized
it so well.
Sometimes, I even go
listen to refresh my mind.
Doctor Masaki has given me
the nickname Prof. Loony-Lad.
Does that mean the humans
exist for the brain's sake?
Or do brains exist
for we humans?
That deserves deep
consideration.
The god-exiling brains will
destroy not only humans...
but also the world itself.
In order to prevent this, I will cast
this thinking brain to the ground.
And stamp on it. Just watch!
Interesting case, eh?
Then Loony-Lad lapses
into unconsciousness.
But Professor,
why do the detective and
criminal knock each other out?
Because both are
the same entity.
The brain entraps itself.
And the revelation of
it is also the brain.
Put another way. The brain
thinks the brain doesn't think.
According to the brain's thinking.
But that gets nowhere.
So, after Loony-Lad
wakes up again,
he goes through
the very same process.
Unreasonably reasonable.
You're saying that's me?
What do you think?
It's...
as if it were a stranger.
Wakabayashi speaking.
Tomorrow?
That's October 10 at 3 p.m.
Very good.
Professor...
Isn't tomorrow September 10?
Why?
The calendar.
That's left as it
was a month ago.
But why?
Dr. Masaki stopped
using it after that.
What?
That's the day
that he died.
He committed suicide.
But why?
We're not certain.
You don't think that...
His will.
Today, I handed the dean
my resignation.
My Freedom Cure Experiment
was successful...
until yesterday's incident
on September 8, 1926.
The incident proves beyond
doubt my IPC theory.
My inability to prevent
yesterday's tragedy was a failure.
But in retrospect,
Wakabayashi's visit after
Ichiro's second manifestation...
wasn't totally unexpected.
At that time...
Why does it stop there?
Quite mysterious.
I remember well
the visit to him.
Definitely a case of an Inherited
Psychological Condition.
I've been involved for two years.
By two years, you mean?
The case where
the mother was murdered.
That too was the Kure lad.
Makes sense.
Then, I suspected someone
other than the lad.
But never did find the culprit.
Even with your keen eye?
I am ashamed.
Clearly a case of murder.
But no clues to the perpetrator.
Interesting.
Then the Bride Case happened.
So it was Ichiro Kure?
I doubt it. But it was
made to appear that way.
It's all documented here.
"August 15, 1924. Murder at
Nogata, the first manifestation."
Recognize her?
Someone you know well.
Who?
My...
mother.
Yes, it's coming back.
Yes, that's your mother.
I'm Yayoko, Ichiro's aunt.
Ichiro, come here.
My sister and I lived at Meinohama
prior to Ichiro's birth.
When I married,
Chiseko departed...
saying she would stay unwed
and continue her career.
Seven months later she wrote
of Ichiro's birth.
Later, I realized
she had a lover here.
I've no idea who the father is.
I did ask once back at Fukuoka.
In a flood of tears
she wouldn't say.
I didn't push her.
But at that time...
she had it in for what she calls
"those lying, learned men."
I see.
Did anything change
after that visit?
She was afraid of our
whereabouts becoming known.
Why was that?
I think a fortune teller
told her something.
Specifically, what?
I don't know.
But she said not to say anything.
I see.
Well...
I'd like you to go
over that night again.
That night I suddenly woke up.
Wake up with you!
What is it?
- Playing possum, eh!
- You're under arrest for murder!
Hold him.
Come on you!
Come on!
What the hell!
What are you doing?
I don't think it's so clear cut.
If he's the culprit
what's the motive?
Well, obviously
it wasn't a stranger.
No fingerprints or footprints.
The door prop could've been
deliberately placed.
So if it wasn't Ichiro,
surely the struggle
would've woken him?
He could have been chloroformed.
In my opinion,
it was a strong man...
with access to and
knowledge of chloroform.
Obviously a learned man.
Then, where's the motive?
That's the block.
Interesting, eh?
Dr. Masaki!
Surprised, are you?
Very good.
You remembered my name.
"Madness Masaki."
Don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost.
Sit yourself down.
Wakabayashi has left the room.
He's told you so many lies
he's afraid to face me.
Still don't understand?
Me dying a month ago.
That business with the calendar.
They're all lies.
That will you read,
suddenly finished.
I stayed overnight to
put things in order.
I started the will after doing
the calendar this morning.
That's today's date, no mistake.
September 9, 1926.
But Dr. Wakabayashi...
Listen, this is the truth.
I was writing my will...
That's Dr. Masaki's
collection of specimens.
Please look at them.
Should one give you
the slightest hint,
perhaps it will
bring back your past.
And I left the will on the desk.
When I realized, it was too late.
He read it while you were busy.
That gave him an idea.
Great quack that he is.
He knew I was
hiding in the room.
No shame with his baldfaced lies.
But why would he do that?
He had to think quickly.
Listen.
All the things that
he did and said today...
were to make you believe
in two main points.
First, that you are Ichiro Kure.
Second, to make you
suspicious of me.
But...
These things happen.
That document he showed
you is typical.
You see, Ichiro's IPC
was brought on...
by his mother laying there.
He was sleepwalking.
His genetic memory suddenly
and spontaneously exploded.
So it was Ichiro?
Yes, but without actual intent,
it's not legally murder.
The Bride Case, a full two
years later confirms that.
Obviously Wakabayashi
is being foolish.
The Bride Case documents.
Wakabayashi wants to believe
that it wasn't Ichiro.
Here, madam?
Not there.
Then where?
Over there.
Oh, doctor, thank you.
It's just terrible.
You needn't get up.
How's the wound?
It's not about me.
I want you to find the culprit.
Who could be so cruel?
Madam, you must rest.
Doctor, please listen.
I'm all ears.
He's shown him the scroll.
This scroll? May I keep it?
He showed it to Ichiro.
He knows.
Why do such a thing?
It happened yesterday.
Ichiro said he'd be back by two.
He went to town.
And didn't return by three.
Not like him at all.
So I went to search for him.
He always takes the same route.
I expected to meet
him on the road.
So I rushed up to the cape.
Master!
You surprised me, Sengoro.
Why are you here?
Your aunt is worried.
I came to get you.
I'm sorry.
Master, what's that scroll?
This?
The emperor?
What's written on it?
A very mysterious story
and horrid pictures.
He insisted I see it before
the wedding ceremony.
He?
Who gave it to you?
An acquaintance of
my late mother.
She gave it to him to keep.
He came to return it to me.
I know who he is.
But I can't tell anyone.
I want you to promise not
to tell anyone. Alright?
That night, as dawn
was approaching.
I woke to go to the toilet.
Master.
Madam!
Sengoro?
Yes. Please wake up.
The young master and
Moyoko are both missing.
Have you seen him
with a scroll recently?
Yes, yesterday up at the cape,
he was reading a scroll
of some sort.
We must find them, soon!
Yes!
Madam!
Get the ladder!
Hurry up!
Ichiro, what are you doing?
A moment, please.
The body will start rotting soon.
No, not yet.
It's already morning.
Please come and have breakfast.
Yes.
Get the doctor!
Go, go get the doctor.
Yes.
Hurry!
Do you realize what you're doing?
Where did you get that scroll?
Someone gave it to you?
No.
I know you're lying.
You were seen reading it
up at the cape.
Who gave it to you?
Tell me.
Don't get in my way.
In your way? Whatever!
I must show it to the emperor.
What are you saying?
Give it to me.
What do you say?
Better than a pulp mystery.
Did it really happen?
Of course.
Look at the newspaper articles.
"Bride Strangled on Wedding Eve"
That's...
You recall something?
Dr. Wakabayashi showed me
it this morning.
No wonder you remember.
Nothing else comes to mind?
That's what he asked.
But I remember nothing.
It makes no sense to me.
So I asked him why the dead
Moyoko is in room #6.
Of course. What did
Wakabayashi say?
He didn't answer.
Of course not. He was
trying to trap you.
What do you mean?
I'll explain.
At 10 p.m. On the night
of May 15, 1926...
when the bride was murdered.
I left here for my home.
As I walked past the
pathology department.
"Morgue"
He suddenly slashed her open.
Her organs spilled out
before my very eyes.
Her lungs were all black.
Perhaps she'd worked
in a coalmine.
Her liver bled profusely.
But the monster gave it nary a thought.
After playing with her organs
he sewed her back up.
Then ripped her scalp off.
Smashed her skull.
Scooped out her eyeballs
and ripped off her nose.
She looked like a monster.
It appeared to me as if
he got some kind of...
twisted, abnormal thrill
from doing it.
"Hair of the deceased - Moyoko Kure"
Shocked, eh?
But it's the truth.
Here!
The photographs to prove it.
Dr. Wakabayashi?
But why?
It's clear that
he swapped her for Moyoko.
And in the four months since then,
he's had Moyoko hidden away.
What are you doing here?
The girl in room #6?
It's been empty until yesterday.
After yesterday's incident when
I handed in my resignation...
I noticed the light on in room #6.
I thought it strange
and sent someone in.
Seems that Wakabayashi had
put a young lass in there.
That way inclined, I thought.
You mean...
Yes. Wakabayashi's the demon.
That's when I realized
the connection with...
the case of the murdered bride.
I agree that IPC brought
on the incident.
But I want to know who,
if at all, it was...
who triggered it by
showing him the scroll.
You're saying that the case
validates your current research?
Exactly.
With that, I analyzed
each step in detail.
Here are my results.
I'm particularly interested in
the scroll, as you know.
The Wu Ching-hsiu scroll?
Yes, it proves beyond doubt
IPC in Ichiro's case.
I see.
Doctor, I want you to study this
from your point of view...
and I'd like you to
examine Ichiro yourself.
Yes, of course.
"Fukuoka District Court"
Insanity is quite complicated.
Science cannot measure it.
Professor.
Here's Ichiro Kure.
Good work.
Do you know that man?
Yes.
He's my father.
Father? That's great.
Who am I?
My father.
Well, I never!
So you have two fathers?
Absolutely fascinating.
You know both our names?
That's enough.
Don't force it.
No matter which you
choose, it's unfair.
That's how Ichiro was
committed to the asylum.
Makes you think that the roots
of his fate are deep, indeed.
Oh yes.
I've something to show you.
Come over here.
"Freedom Cure Experimental
Grounds. July 20, 1926."
What are you looking at?
Give me a mattock, too.
There's a trowel over there.
Thank you.
What's this?
Jewels, human remains
and a coral comb.
But I wanted a mattock.
I can't dig with this.
What will you dig?
There's a girl's body buried here.
Alright? Are you okay?
I'll open the window.
I'm alright.
Is that really me?
You recall something?
No, not really.
But I feel kind of strange.
Come and get some fresh air.
You can see
the grounds from here.
What are you looking at?
Look, there's the real Ichiro Kure.
What do you see?
Just like the film.
Including Ichiro,
there are 10 of them.
You really see them, don't you?
Of course I can.
I thought it was strange.
No wonder I remember nothing.
Which way is Ichiro facing?
He's had his back to me.
I thought as much.
Watch closely.
He'll soon turn around.
He did!
How did you know?
He's the image of me.
You both share the same mother.
So Ichiro and I are twins?
More than that.
He is you.
He is me?
Ichiro and l...
The Doppler Effect.
Your double. Shadow.
Your illusion created another you.
Illusion?
That's not an illusion.
That's Ichiro Kure.
Very good. Everything
I said was a lie.
What?
I was testing you.
Let's leave it.
I'll explain everything.
Here's the scroll in question.
Open it up.
The girl from room #6.
Exactly.
IPC theory itself is frightening,
but so is the reality of it.
Got you worried, eh?
No matter how much he wanted
to jolt the emperor.
Why do you think he
went over the edge?
Heroism?
There's that, too.
Fame and artistic ambition
are there, too.
Besides the abnormality of
showing it to others,
there's the aspect of
sexual perversion in there.
Sexual perversion?
While he was sketching her
rotting carcass.
He forgot his love
of country and fame.
And the sheer joy of
doing it took over.
When he died his seed still
carried the hideous memories.
His sexual perverison was
handed down through the ages.
And that scroll is the catalyst
for the genetic flashbacks.
Please stop!
You recall something?
Who was it who
showed it to Ichiro?
I wonder who.
Was it me?
You the criminal
and he the victim?
Very interesting.
But if we're twins and I was
jealous of Moyoko?
The opposite is a possibility, too.
The opposite?
So I'm that Ichiro?
Wait, if I'm Ichiro...
You're getting all confused.
Do you know?
Who's the guilty one?
I am.
Never...
According to
Wakabayashi's research.
That's what he wants
you to think.
But why would he do that?
He wants all the credit.
We were classmates
at medical school.
We were both interested
in the supernatural.
And latched onto the
legend at the same time.
Way back then?
Yes.
At first we worked together.
We thought the scroll was
destroyed but then heard...
that Chiseko Kure had
found it in a statue.
So we both fought over who
would get to Chiseko first.
It was then that
Chiseko fell pregnant.
She had a baby boy
on November 20, 1907.
She registered it as a bastard.
And raised the boy alone.
She hid herself away.
She knew that we both were waiting
for the appropriate moment.
If we had the scroll and
Ichiro to experiment with,
she could say which one
of us was the father...
and expose our research
and criminal doings.
She stood in our way.
Stop it! It's horrible!
We both had equal motives.
I don't want to hear any more.
You're both revolting!
What's that?
Isn't that right?
You kill and torture
for your research.
What about the Kure family?
Is anything allowable
in the name of science?
No, never!
I never considered!
Listen to me.
You and Ichiro...
I know nothing about
me and Ichiro!
I want no part of
your experiments.
Wait! You're wrong.
It's for your sake.
I hate it!
I don't want anyone
taking care of me.
I am me! Ichiro Kure!
Yes! I'm Ching-hsiu.
Fool!
Yes, I'm an insane fool.
I'd rather be insane.
Stop it.
I'm going insane.
I can feel myself going insane.
Open up!
Open up!
What's wrong?
It won't open.
But it's empty.
Been locked for ages.
But Dr. Masaki just...
Dr. Masaki?
Don't be silly.
He died over a month ago.
But he was here!
Don't you mean Dr. Wakabayashi?
He was over there.
Shall I call him?
But he was here.
Have a look, then.
Don't you remember
what you did?
What do you mean?
I can't believe it.
I'll be over there.
Dr. Wakabayashi will soon return.
Please tell me.
What did I do?
Lunch is ready.
Father, I found a model.
I can finish the scroll. Give me
the scroll like you did at the cape.
What are you on about?
"Knowing my child suffers
does darken my soul...
but future promise does
lighten the tomorrow...
Tokyo, November 26, 1907.
Ichiro Masaki's mother, Chiseko.
To Dr. Keishi Masaki."
Mother.
"Dr. Masaki committed suicide."
Where are you going?
Brother-in-law.
Brother-in-law.
Moyoko.
Brother-in-law!
Ichiro Kure/
Yoji Matsuda
Dr. Masaki/
Shijaku Katsura
Dr. Wakabayashi/
Hideo Murota
Moyoko Kure/
Eri Misawa
Photography Director
Tatsuo Suzuki
Production Design
Takeo Kimura
lwao Saito
Composer
Haruna Miyake
Sound Engineering
Shinpei Kikuchi
Edited by
Hiroshi Yoshida
Assistant Director
Tsukasa Sasaki
Dolls by
Hiroshi Hori
Produced by
Shuji Shibata, Kazuo Shimizu
Directed by
Toshio Matsumoto