Matinee (マチネの終わりに)

"6 years ago"

"November 2013"

You haven't changed. You never run.

Not even for him?

When you rush, you chase away happiness.

Hello.

At the End of the Matinee

Excuse me! Please don't knock on the door.

It's been 40 minutes.

Maybe something's wrong with him.

Makino wants to be left alone. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - We'll be in touch.

Sorry. Thank you.

Give him our regards.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

- I'll call you. - Sorry, Ms. Korenaga.

About the recording.

Yes. Thank you.

They're gone.

Okay.

I'm exhausted.

This is what happens in your forties.

Don't be silly.

A great performance to wrap up your tour.

This is Yoko Komine. We studied overseas together.

She lives in France. A journalist at RFP.

She happened to be in town.

I'm Komine. Congratulations.

Thank you.

The Brahms for your encore was a beautiful arrangement.

Really?

Absolutely. I felt swept away to a place beyond this world.

I was inviting you there from the stage.

Mr. Makino, stop hitting on her.

She's engaged.

Plus, her father is the renowned Jerko Sorić.

The film director?

Yes.

But...

I'm his second wife's daughter. He's not my biological father.

I only lived with Jerko, my father, for a short while.

I see.

What a surprise.

His "Coins of Happiness"

is what got me interested in the guitar.

To tell you the truth

I've heard you play its theme song live.

At your debut concert at Wesley Hall in New York.

Wow. I'm honored.

But it was almost 20 years ago.

I was in a bad mood during the concert.

Mr. Sakamoto, the music critic, came onboard the bullet train at Kyoto.

He sat in front of me. I'm not too fond of him.

But I said hello anyway.

He glanced at my face and then just ignored me.

That wasn't nice of him.

I felt annoyed too but I re-introduced myself and

thanked him for his review about my concert.

Guess what he said.

"You've mistaken me for someone else."

Maybe you did something to offend him?

The thought crossed my mind.

So l looked more carefully at his face.

It wasn't him.

What did you do?

But I was at a point of no return.

I kept calling him Mr. Sakamoto

before I excused myself.

A double espresso.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm glad.

That you liked the Brahms.

Other than that

I'm not satisfied with my performance.

A whiskey and soda, please.

You have high standards.

Not really.

I felt a little left behind by your music.

Sorry. I'm just an amateur.

It's okay.

Remember I said I was in a bad mood during your debut concert?

Yes.

You see... I was jealous.

Jealous?

I couldn't stand that a boy younger than me

was playing a piece from my father's film so perfectly.

It was probably because I was still young.

When are you returning to Paris?

Tomorrow.

Red wine, please.

Yes, ma'am.

I admire you so much.

You can speak English and French, right?

I can only speak the Hakata dialect.

You're from Fukuoka? I'm from Nagasaki.

Nagasaki?! What brought you back to Japan?

My grandmother's funeral.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. She was 90.

She passed on peacefully?

Unfortunately not.

She fell in the yard and hit her head on a rock.

You see... when I was small

I used that rock as a table to play house.

I'd lay red berries and leaves on it.

I never thought it would kill my grandmother one day.

But it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself.

I'm not. It's just...

But...

Are you talking about your memories?

Memories?

Her grandmother died because of that rock.

It changed her memories of playing house.

People think only the future can be changed.

But the future is constantly changing the past.

The past can be changed. Sometimes it just does.

In other words

the past is that sensitive and perceptive.

Hold on. The past changes the future... No.

The future changes the past? I'm confused.

Sometimes I don't get what you're talking about.

You're drunk.

Sorry.

Let's go to the next bar.

What time is your flight tomorrow?

Seven from Narita.

I'll get you a cab.

Thanks.

Mr. Makino, you apologized, didn't you?

To the man on the train.

"I'm sorry. It was my mistake."

In my dressing room, I thought this would be an awful evening.

But looking back from the future

tonight may seem different.

It's a little scary.

- Well then... - Yes.

To Shinjuku, please.

I don't feel like it.

Why?

Please understand. He says he can't do it.

I want to understand so tell me why.

You can't just suddenly back out on the recording and the tour...

It's your job to think about the business but

Makino is an artist.

You make it sound like all I care about is the money.

I've been supporting his talent ever since his debut.

My job is to help him create beautiful music.

Of course. You're his manager. It's what's expected of you.

It breaks my heart too that we have to cancel the venues.

But doing what Makino wants

is what's best for him and his music.

Makino this, Makino that...

Um...

Well... The reason...

I can come up with excuses but...

Playing the guitar...

I just don't feel like it anymore.

Things are horrible in Paris.

"36 hours after bombing, perpetrator on the run"

Remember Yoko Komine?

She must be covering the story. I'm so worried.

I emailed her but haven't gotten a replay.

I haven't either.

Next story. Yesterday in Paris, France

"No new messages"

a concert by the Seine was the target of a terrorist bombing attack.

"Dear Yoko, Are you okay? Please write back."

"I'm praying for your safety."

According to the police, over 100 people were either killed or injured.

The city is filled with grief...

Chief, a word to the reporters.

How is the investigation moving along?

Chief!

I offer my deepest condolences to the victims

and to everybody involved.

We're reinforcing security measures to prevent another incident like this.

Wouldn't it provoke even more terrorist attacks?

We will not give in to terrorists. The police will prove its competence.

We heard those same words two years ago.

A cluster bomb was also used in the theater bombing two years ago.

Is there a connection?

I won't answer that question.

We'll keep you updated.

Thank you.

Jarira, let's go.

Mommy...

Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

"I'm watching the tragedy on the news. I hope..."

Yoko, in the movie "Coins of Happiness"

the girl gives a coin to the man.

She tells him to buy whatever he wants if he feels happy to be alive.

I wonder what he bought.

A hat without holes?

Or chocolate made with lots of sugar?

Yoko.

Can you process this please?

Okay.