Kamimoto stands in an empty apartment, surrounded by boxes. He stares out at the mountains surrounding him while he smokes a cigarette.
A city in the mountains at night.
Voice on Telephone: Papa, have you gotten settled in?
Kamimoto: Uh, not really.
Kamimoto sits on the mattress of his bed, opened boxes all over the floor.
Voice on Telephone: I feel bad about not being there to help you.
I’ve just been so busy…
Kamimoto: I know.
A photo of Kamimoto’s wife and daughter, and the family dog.
Voice on Telephone: Its either the neighborhood meetings or the PTA.
Just so many things.
Kamimoto: Oh yeah. That’s fine. Fine.
Kamimoto presses the “end call” button on his cell phone. He looks tired.
Kamimoto Narration: I’ve been transferred and had to leave my family behind.
Unfortunately, my wife couldn’t come out to help me get relocated.
The morning sun shines down on the mountain town Kamimoto now calls home.
Narration: And so, the next morning…
Television: And next in entertainment news…
Kamimoto ties his necktie as he watches television.
It’s different from the channel in
Television: We’re coming to you live from the
A blurry crowd of people are shown on the television screen.
Person on TV: He’s such a cool guy.
Reporter on TV: Everyone’s here to catch a glimpse of the new star from
The crowd on television becomes more visible as the reporter interviews a familiar looking woman.
Reporter: How about you, in the front, ma’am…
Kamimoto’s Wife: Hohohoho, well, I’ve been staying at the Narita hotel since yesterday…
A close-up of Kamimoto’s wife, laughing happily.
Reporter: I see, and what does your husband think about that?
Kamimoto’s Wife: Hohohohohohohohohoho, it’s a secret.
Kamimoto stares at the screen sadly
Kamimoto Narration: My wife…
Reporter: Oh, here he comes.
A view of the city.
Kamimoto Narration: And so, this is how my lonely job transfer began.
Kamimoto sits quietly at his desk staring at his computer screen.
Kamimoto Narration: After being alone for awhile, I began to feel like a bachelor again.
Kamimoto thinking: I’m getting old…
The front of a small restaurant where Kamimoto goes for dinner.
Television: There was quite the line to see the celeb from
Kamimoto watches the TV from across the restaurant.
Voice on TV: Now this lady seems to be the biggest fan here, and she’s been standing here since last night…
Kamimoto’s wife smiling brightly on the TV screen.
Reporter: Ma’am, what does your husband think of all this?
Kamimoto’s Wife: Hohohohohohoho, he doesn’t know. It’s a secret.
Kamimoto eyes the screen sadly.
Kamimoto narration: It was my wife.
Kamimoto’s thinking: That idiot…
A blank panel.
Female voice: Would you mind changing the channel?
A woman sits at the bar of the restaurant, the chef lifts the remote to change the channel.
Chef: Sure thing, you don’t like him?
A close-up of the woman. She has short hair and is very pretty, with a beauty mark under her left eye.
Woman: I just don’t like his face.
Kamimoto narration: She’s gorgeous.
Kamimoto stares at the woman from across the restaurant.
Kamimoto’s thinking: Hey, she doesn’t like him.
Kamimoto stands up and considers walking up to the woman from behind.
Kamimoto Narration: She was a regular at the restaurant.
Kamimoto’s thinking: I’d like to go over.
Chef: Welcome, c’mon in.
The beautiful woman pours herself another drink as Kamimoto watches her, unnoticed.
Kamimoto Narration: I wonder what sort of woman she is…
She’s alone and taking her time with her dinner…
Kamimoto moves to a table directly behind the woman.
Kamimoto’s thinking: She’s about…30?
She’s on her own, I guess.
The woman leaves suddenly, without Kamimoto noticing.
Kamimoto’s thinking: Huh? Where’d she go?
Kamimoto Narration: From then on,
Kamimoto lying on his bed, daydreaming happily.
Kamimoto Narration: I’d see her at the restaurant,
Kamimoto’s thinking: She had pike for dinner again.
She must really like pike.
Kamimoto Narration: She had become like honey to me, so sweet.
Kamimoto walks into the restaurant for dinner.
Kamimoto Narration: And then one day,
Chef: Hello there.
Kamimoto thinking: Wha, she’s already gone.
A dark panel.
Kamimoto Narration: Maybe she’s never coming back.
Kamimoto sits in a barber chair, getting his hair cut.
Kamimoto thinking: What should I do?
Kamimoto leaves the barber shop sighing over his dilemma.
Barber: Thanks, come again.
Kamimoto looks at a salon across the street and sees the beautiful woman from the restaurant.
Woman: Thank you very much.
A close-up of the pretty woman, with Kamimoto blushing excitedly.
Kamimoto thinking: Th-the girl…
Kamimoto watches as the woman turns to re-enter the salon.
Kamimoto thinking: She’s a hairdresser…hmm….
The woman turns her head and sees Kamimoto.
She smiles sweetly at Kamimoto before going inside.
Kamimoto gets excited, his mouth hangs open with surprise..
Kamimoto thinking: She smiled!
Kamimoto slowly walks toward the salon across the street.
Kamimoto thinking: …she doesn’t have the hots for me, does she?
Kamimoto continues toward the salon.
Kamimoto thinking: It’s just my imagination.
The salon door closes behind Kamimoto as he enters the shop.
Voice: Hi, welcome.
Kamimoto: I’d like a p-perm, please.
Kamimoto sits in a barber chair as the beautiful woman stands behind him.
Kamimoto thinking: Argh, I’m such a moron…
Well, it doesn’t look like you need a hair cut.
A close up of the woman’s face, looking down at Kamimoto.
Woman: Um, sir…
Pardon me for asking but,
Kamimoto blushes and looks excited.
Woman: Haven’t I seen you at the restaurant?
Kamimoto thinking: S-She remembered me!?
Kamimoto faces forward, still blushing as the woman begins to prepare to perm his hair.
Kamimoto: S-so, do you go there often?
Woman: I did, but I got tired of always going alone.
The woman begins to prepare to tease Kamimoto’s hair.
Kamimoto: Oh… alone.
Woman: My husband passed away.
Kamimoto frowns as the woman smiles and begins on his hair.
Kamimoto: Oh, sorry I brought it up.
Woman: Oh, it’s fine, that was ten years ago now.
Kamimoto narration: I was surprised by how open she was.
A voice in the shop calls to the woman and she leaves Kamimoto with curlers in his hair.
Voice: Suzuka, could you come here for a minute?
Kamimoto narration: Her name’s Suzuka.
Suzuka walks Kamimoto to the door and he leaves, clutching his hand to his chest in happiness. The sun shines down on his newly wavy hair.
Suzuka: Thanks so much.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka, Suzuka.
What a beautiful name.
Suzuka cutting a woman’s hair as the woman reads a magazine.
Kamimoto narration: That’s really refreshing how she can be so open about her husband’s death.
Kamimoto sits in his office, staring at the ceiling.
Kamimoto thinking: Nevertheless…
Why’d she stop coming to the restaurant?
Kamimoto walks into the restaurant.
Kamimoto narration: I soon began to unravel the puzzle.
Voice: Hey there.
Suzuka is sitting at the bar, and turns around to see Kamimoto enter.
Suzuka: Oh, Mr. Kamimoto.
Kamimoto gets excited upon seeing Suzuka again.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka.
How does she know my name?
Suzuka holds her hand up to her mouth, slightly embarrassed, as Kamimoto begins to blush.
Suzuka: Oh, I’m sorry…
I read your name off the business card you left at the salon.
That’s how I learned your name…
Kamimoto thinking: And she remembered it too.
A boy sitting next to Suzuka turns to face her.
I want some juice.
Kamimoto looks stunned.
Kamimoto thinking: Mom?
A blank panel.
Suzuka: I really need to get back to the salon.
But we’ve waited so long to live together again.
Kamimoto sits down at the bar next to Suzuka, her son sits on the opposite side of her.
Kamimoto thinking: So… she has a kid. That’s not unusual I guess.
Suzuka: He takes turns living with me and my parents.
Kamimoto talks to Suzuka as she eats her dinner..
It must be tough, with you living alone.
I’ve gotten used to it.
Suzuka smiles brightly at Kamimoto.
Suzuka: My late husband was just an unemployed lush. He’d get into drunken fights with me.
He used to beat me black and blue.
Kamimoto’s head moves back, surprised at Suzuka’ frank honesty.
Kamimoto: Wow… sounds rough.
Kamimoto thinking: Geez, that’s something alright.
Suzuka looks sad as she remembers the past. Kamimoto watches her as her son is busy playing his Gameboy.
Suzuka: I was deceived by his good looks.
He looked like that Korean celebrity.
Kamimoto stares at Suzuka, realizing why she asked the chef to change the channel that night.
Kamimoto thinking: They looked alike.
Her husband was just some violent, drunken maniac.
Suzuka in profile, looking sad.
Kamimoto thinking: What a shame.
Suzuka: You can’t judge a book by it’s cover.
It’s what’s inside that counts, y’know.
Kamimoto pumps his fist with excitement.
Kamimoto thinking: Yes!
Somehow it’s all falling into place.
Kamimoto walking down the street at night.
Narration: Several days later.
Kamimoto thinking: She hasn’t been at the restaurant lately.
Kamimoto hears a voice and looks up.
Boy: You’re such a dummy Mom. Lemme alone!
Kamimoto is concerned as he sees Suzuka’s son running away from her.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka…
Suzuka: Wait, Sho.
Sho: I wanna go back to Grandma’s!
Kamimoto hides behind a telephone poll to watch what’s happening.
Kamimoto thinking: Wh-what’s going on?
Suzuka stares in silence, looking depressed.
Kamimoto thinking: Her voice…sounds so sad…
Later that night at Kamimoto’s house he lays on his bed, smoking a cigarette.
Kamimoto thinking: I’m worried about her.
Kamimoto sits up in bed and claps his hands together.
Kamimoto: That’s it!
The outside of Suzuka’s salon.
Narration: The next Sunday.
Voice: Hello, welcome.
Suzuka standing behind the counter Kamimoto in front of her.
Suzuka: What can I do for you today?
Kamimoto: How about a shampoo?
Suzuka scrubs washes Kamimoto’s hair as he wears a towel over his face..
Kamimoto thinking: Now what?
I want to ask what was going on but…
Suzuka blow dries Kamimoto’s hair as he sits with a blank look on his face.
Kamimoto thinking: I have to be really careful.
She might hate me if I do.
A profile shot of Kamimoto, looking despondent.
Kamimoto thinking: I mean…
Can I just go back to settling for seeing her face?
Suzuka exhales, the frustration on her face is evident.
Suzuka: Sorry about being a little down in the dumps.
I got into a fight with my son the other night.
Kamimoto sits in silence, as Suzuka continues to blow dry his hair.
Seeing his opening, Kamimoto hesitantly asks Suzuka about the fight.
Kamimoto: I…I see…
Suzuka: He’s just being spoiled.
A close-up of Suzuka’s face. She looks very concerned.
Suzuka: He asked me to come and see his soccer game.
To skip work.
Kamimoto continues looking ahead as Suzuka bends to pick something up.
Kamimoto: …and you’re not going?
Suzuka: I can’t. It’s this afternoon.
Suzuka looking depressed.
Kamimoto thinking: She looks so lonely…
She’d really like to go and watch, wouldn’t she?
A blank panel.
Kamimoto thinking: I can let her see it.
An image of the sky, clouds float by.
A group of boys play soccer on a field.
Kamimoto sits on a hill with a deteremined look on his face. In his hand he holds a video camera, taping the game for Suzuka.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka, this is your son’s finest hour.
Kamimoto holds the video camera up as he watches the game.
Kamimoto thinking: I’ll tape it, and then give this to you.
I hope I can figure out this Handicam I just bought.
Two boys rushing for the ball.
Kamimoto thinking: But…
Two more boys waiting in front of a goal.
Kamimoto thinking: Where’s her son?
Another boy dives for the ball and hits it away with his head.
Three boys sit on the bench with an arrow pointing at Sho, Suzuka’s son.
Kamimoto thinking: Isn’t that him warming the bench?
Kamimoto watches from the hill, slightly less enthusiastic.
Kamimoto thinking: Well… this is akward.
A blank panel.
Kamimoto thinking: Would seeing that make her happy?
Kamimoto stares at the camera in his hand.
Kamimoto thinking: It’s not like she asked me, a total stranger, to…
Make this film for her…
A blank panel.
Kamimoto thinking: WILL SHE THINK I’M SOME KIND OF WEIRDO!?
Kamimoto crawls away on his knees, hiding his face.
Kamimoto thinking: I’d better go home.
The referee holds up a sign, calling in number 16, Sho. Sho runs onto the field.
Kamimoto quickly turns around and begins videotaping again.
Kamimoto thinking: Oh, he’s in.
A voice from behind Kamimoto calls out.
Suzuka: Do your best, Sho!
Kamimoto turns around and panics as he sees Suzuka standing behind him.
Kamimoto thinking: Wha? It’s Suzuka!
Suzuka looks surprised to see Kamimoto.
Suzuka: Oh, Mr. Kamimoto.
What are you doing here!?
Kamimoto sweats nervously as he searches for an anwser.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka…
You weren’t supposed to be here…
On the field, a whistle blows and Sho has collapsed on the ground, holding his leg.
Kamimoto and Suzuka look on with concern.
The sky above the town is getting darker as the sun sets.
Kamimoto walks home with Sho on his back and Suzuka at his side.
Suzuka: My manager let me come after all.
Kamimoto blushes as he carries Sho.
Suzuka: But I’m glad you came Mr. Kamimoto. You really helped us out.
Kamimoto: Well, I’m just glad I happened to be passing by.
Kamimoto grins, very pleased with Suzuka’s attention.
Kamimoto thinking: Someone actually…
Suzuka smiles at her son as her compliment makes Kamimoto’s heart burst out of his chest.
Suzuka: It’s nice huh, Sho?
It’s almost as if he were your father.
Kamimoto begins to sweat.
Kamimoto thinking: Su…Suzuka…
Kamimoto attempting to get away from his wife and daughter who call out after him. Kamimoto has angel wings and is wrapped in chains.
Kamimoto thinking: If only…I didn’t have a family…
Narration: An angel with broken wings.
Kamimoto rationalizes his situation and remembers his wife and daughter in another way: his wife holding up an image of the Korean pop-star, and his daughter ignoring him for her books.
Sign That Points to Wife: Pursuing someone else.
Sign That Points to Daughter: Rebelling.
A shadow passes over Kamimoto’s face..
Kamimoto thinking: What the hell…
Sho yanks a hair out of Kamimoto’s head.
Suzuka scolds Sho while Kamimoto looks very irritated at the boy’s revelation to his mother.
Suzuka: Hey, cut that out Sho.
Sho: It’s a gray hair.
Sho studies the back of Kamimoto’s head as Kamimoto hides his face in shame.
Sho: He’s got a ton of ‘em.
Kamimoto: Hahaha… well, people my age y’know.
Suzuka looks at Kamimoto apologetically.
Suzuka: You’re too young to start going gray.
Would you like me to dye it for you?
Days later, Kamimoto leaves Suzuka’s salon, clasping his chest happily, his hair newly dyed.
Suzuka: Thanks again.
Kamimoto narration: So I dyed my hair.
Kamimoto sitting in his room, holding a hand mirror and studying his new hair color.
A perfect match.
Kamimoto’s cell phone begins to ring on his table..
Kamimoto opens his phone and studies the screen.
Kamimoto narration: It was from my wife.
Kamimoto looks stunned as he reads the text message from his wife.
Text Message: I’m in Jejudo. (^o^) I’ll be back soon with lots of goodies from the event.
She went to Jejudo in
Kamimoto scrolls the screen to read the rest of the text message.
Text Message: Of course, this is a secret, my husband doesn’t know. (^_^;)
Did she send it to the wrong person?
Kamimoto leans his head back on his bed and stares at the ceiling.
Kamimoto: Feh, stupid woman…
I’m not going to let it bother me.
Kamimoto continues to stare at the ceiling.
Kamimoto: I guess living here….
Has been good after all.
A wide shot of the town at night.
Kamimoto narration: And then came the fated night,
It all happened so suddenly.
Kamimoto walks home from work, checking his watch.
Kamimoto thinking: It’s late.
I really need to get to the convenience store too.
Suzuka runs down the stairs of an overpass.
Kamimoto thinking: Huh!?
Suzuka is wearing a sick mask and is covered in sweat. She clutches a cell phone to her chest and looks panicked.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka!?
Kamimoto rushes up to Suzuka.
Kamimoto: Suzuka, what’s wrong?
Suzuka: Mr. K-Kamimoto.
Suzuka looks worried and begins to cough.
Suzuka: My son…
I can’t find Sho.
Suzuka’s eyes roll back in her head and begins to collapse.
Kamimoto kneels in front of Suzuka.
Kamimoto leans in, concerned as Suzuka continues to cough.
Kamimoto: You’re burning up!
Suzuka: I-I’m sorry.
Suzuka looks up at Kamimoto.
Suzuka: I’m so relieved to…see your face, Mr. Kamimoto.
Kamimoto looks gravely concerned.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka.
Kamimoto helps Suzuka to her feet and walks with her back to his apartment.
Kamimoto: My place is just up ahead.
You can rest there…
Suzuka: I’m s-so sorry…
Suzuka lies in Kamimoto’s bed, coughing.
Kamimoto bangs on the closed door of the convenience store.
Kamimoto: Excuse meee!
Kamimoto rushes back with a bag from the store in his hand.
Kamimoto thinking: Hold on Suzuka.
I’ve got it right here…
A dark panel.
Kamimoto thinking: If you want.
I’ll throw everything away just for you.
Kamimoto looks down as his phone rings in his pocket.
Kamimoto looks irritated as he answers the phone.
Kamimoto thinking: Who could it be at this hour?
A close-up of the cell phone.
Kamimoto narration: My wife.
Wife’s voice: Papa, it’s me.
Kamimoto’s jaw drops and he begins to panic.
Wife’s voice: I’m in front of your apartment.
Kamimoto continues to walk toward his apartment, talking on the phone.
Kamimoto: Wh-what’re you talking about?
Wife’s voice: Why? Are you out somewhere?
Well, I’ll just go on in and wait for you then.
Kamimoto’s jaw drops as his wife suddenly hangs up.
Suzuka lying in Kamimoto’s bed.
Kamimoto thinking: Dammit, this is bad!
Suzuka’s in my room…
Kamimoto’s wife screaming with tears in her eyes as she clutches a heart-shaped box with the Korean idol’s face on it.
What’s going on here!?
Kamimoto hugs Suzuka as she clings to him in bed. Kamimoto’s wife hunches forward, crying in disbelief.
Kamimoto: Shut up, can’t you see?
Wife: You’re horrible!
How can you just toss me aside like this!?
Kamimoto outside as the sunlight cascades down on him. Suzuka in his arms and Sho looking on adoringly at his side.
Kamimoto thinking: Suzuka, could it be that we’ve been given a second lease on life together!?
Suzuka: Oh, I’m so happy Mr. Kamimoto.
Kamimoto snaps himself out of his daydream and continues back to his apartment.
Kamimoto thinking: On the other hand…
Perhaps this is fate guiding me on.
Kamimoto’s apartment building.
Kamimoto stands in front of his apartment door, breathing hard.
Kamimoto’s hand on the doorknob.
Kamimoto thinking: Here we go.
Mrs. Kamimoto is sitting at a table with Suzuka, Sho and another man. Everyone is smiling happily.
Wife: Welcome back, Papa.
Kamimoto stands in the doorway, shocked by this odd scene.
Kamimoto thinking: Eh!?
They’re all smiling?
Kamimoto stands in front of the man he’s never seen before, who looks quite a bit like a younger Kamimoto.
Kamimoto thinking: Who’s this guy?
Man: Thank you for helping Suzuka with all her problems.
Suzuka smiling behind her sick mask.
Suzuka: I was feeling a little lonely, so I called my boyfriend.
When I told him the name of the apartment building, he came right over.
Kamimoto looks surprised and just stands there.
Kamimoto thinking: Huh!? I never heard about him.
Did she say boyfriend?
Sho hugs his mother’s arm as she looks at him.
Suzuka: And then Sho showed up as well.
I was really surprised.
Sho: That’s because I called him since you had such a terrible cold, Mom.
Kamimoto’s wife stares at the man intently as he looks on bashfully.
Wife: I’m so embarrassed…
You’re her boyfriend… You look just like him.
Suzuka: Oh, you mean that famous Korean guy, right?
Man: Oh, c’mon.
Kamimoto’s wife waves her hand dismissively as Kamimoto frowns her way.
Wife: Well, the rumor was he made a secret visit to this area. That’s why I came.
But no such luck.
Suzuka: I see.
Kamimoto thinking: She’s not even going to pretend she came to see me.
Kamimoto’s wife looks to her husband as she indicates to the Suzuka and her boyfriend.
Wife: Papa, these two are getting married.
Suzuka & Man: Yup.
Kamimoto, surrounded by darkness, musters a smile.
Kamimoto sits down at the table with everyone else.
Kamimoto: I… I see. Congratulations.
Kamimoto looks nervous as he engages the new couple in conversation.
Kamimoto: Oh yeah, he really does look a little like that Korean guy.
Kamimoto thinking: I thought she said she didn’t like him.
Suzuka blushes nervously.
Suzuka: Eheheheheheh, with all the trauma from my husband before, I just wasn’t sure.
But I think I’m ready to take the plunge.
Suzuka begins to laugh happily and swats her fiancé’s chest.
Suzuka: It’s what’s on the inside that counts after all!
Kamimoto narration: Later on, we called a taxi to take them home.
Suzuka, Sho and her fiancé stand outside Kamimoto’s apartment. Suzuka bows to Kamimoto. Kamimoto’s wife blushes as she stares at Suzuka’s fiancé.
Suzuka: Sorry to bother you.
Kamimoto narration: My wife was thrilled to meet someone who looked like her idol.
The city at night.
Kamimoto narration: And so my sweet dream ended,
Without anyone being any wiser.
Kamimoto’s wife closes the door and turns around frowning at her husband. Kamimoto begins to sweat.
By the way, Papa.
Kamimoto’s wife scowls at her husband.
Wife: What is up with your hair?
Maybe you did that just to make me happy but,
You look nothing like him.
Kamimoto looks confused..
Kamimoto thinking: Huh!?
Kamimoto and his wife sit at the table, the entire apartment sparkles around them.
Kamimoto narration: My wife stayed and cleaned up the place.
Wife: What would you do without me.
A blank panel.
Kamimoto narration: I never saw Suzuka again after that.
I go to a different barber now.