Heartbreaker: With Love From Bullets (ハートブレイカー 弾丸より愛をこめて)

Heartbreaker

My name is Kyohei Takakura.

It's been ten years since a rock star came to this town with a dream.

The city that strips people of their dreams and hopes.

I'm a private detective, living from hand to mouth.

Dancing detective.

That's my job now.

Doing detective work for a disco.

What a strange mix, detective work and dance music.

Sometimes a job leaves a painful mark when it's done.

Like one night seven days ago.

West city.

My hometown.

Her name is Lady M.

She rose up from the mean streets

to become a real super star.

I was at a disco where kids hang out.

At the request of a hot number.

I got lucky tonight.

I remember that guy.

Comes to the disco at night.

A petty thief called Junk.

Small time punk.

Call me.

Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, I prefer money!

Hold on, dammit.

Is there a job for me somewhere?

It's hard for a detective with a rock band background to earn a living.

Not easy at all.

Takakura detective agency.

Kyohei...

Huh? Who's this?

It's me.

Huh? I can't hear you.

I want you to erase my past.

What?

What the hell you talking about?

Are you the detective?

Lots of competition, huh?

Yeah. It's a tough audition for these locals.

Since Lady M came here, it's all gossipy stories in weekly magazines.

So, same old story with the bootleg?

Yeah. She wants to get to the bottom of it once and for all.

Who has the master tape?

That's your job.

Got it.

I'll give it a try.

We have high expectations.

Yeah?

That hurt. What the hell?

Our audition was trashed because of you.

Oh, I remember you.

Sorry.

You're the detective investigating Lady M's bootleg, aren't you?

I know who is selling them.

What?

Introduce me to Lady M and I'll tell you.

I had no clues of my own.

But I met this backup dancer Mami and made her my partner in the investigation.

She seems like a spunky kid.

He's a weirdo scalper.

Does anything to make money. He's a slippery snake.

His name?

Double K.

...it's not something you can take your time with.

I'm left with my heart holding it's crush even now.

Hey, Don Juan!

I can't love anyone else.

Thanks for the ticket.

Third row.

Yeah, great. Third row from the back.

Oh. Did I forget to mention that?

Oh, man.

Well, will you look at that?

Who the hell are you?

So, the bootlegs.

Be good and tell it straight.

We know you're selling them.

So, where are they?

Aren't you two a pain in the ass?

And you know what?

I hate that.

What an asshole.

Get off of me!

My bad.

Split up.

Spunky girl, aren't you?

I told you that's not me.

I just stole the one box.

You are still talking shit.

And don't even think about running again.

What the hell?

What the hell?

Can't trust him.

Ouch! Hold still!

I'm not running away.

Don't think you can escape.

What's that?

You?

Not me.

So, who, then?

Them.

What now?

Battle rockers?

Bingo.

Members of some band, I guess.

You joking?

These are the guys you are looking for.

Right.

So, I found them. They're going to be sorry.

What do we do?

We run.

Go ahead.

It's just not my night.

Hey. We don't have time for this.

They won't attack us here.

What do you think?

She's rockin'.

Ryu.

Well then. Sweet dreams. 'Night.

She's a tough kid.

Hey, Mr. Detective.

Take these off. Seriously.

Is the head battle rocker called "Ryu"?

How did you know?

Know him from way back.

Oh great.

That complicates things.

So, you're from around here?

Yeah.

There's lots of gossip going around about Lady M.

Just hot air.

Huh? You talk like you know her.

Don't tell me that she was your girl.

Think so?

Whatever.

I'm done. Gonna get some sleep.

TV in heaven.

I can see only you.

I turn on Channel One.

I see a voyage in front of me,

and you will be my guide.

Change to Channel 2.

There you are goofing around again.

You always make me laugh.

But trouble is coming someday.

You are going to go silent.

Please stop fighting.

The channel isn't coming in clearly.

TV in heaven.

I can see only you.

If the TV breaks down,

I won't want to see any reruns.

Ran away, didn't he?

Hey! Morning!

I bought breakfast.

Let's eat. Then we go get the bootleg.

I took some advance payment.

You can give me the rest later.

No, no, boy.

Never!

I'll never forgive you.

Don't make a fool of me.

Why compare me with your last girl?

Who do you think you are?

The glass is knocked over. Too much strength.

The ice cubes tumble into the street. Everyone watching.

When we bumped into each other on the busy sidewalk.

I called a cab, ignoring the voice I hear.

Never.

I'll never forgive you.

It's no joke.

I still have a piece of my pride.

You'd better remember that.

On top of my dresser,

there's a picture of the two of us.

I slam it face down and sigh.

Why?

In front of the mirror,

I get all dressed up.

It's such a pity.

Never.

No matter how many times you knock on the door.

It won't open again for you.

Don't talk through the door like that.

In such a loud voice.

You won't be coming in,

no matter how hard you push on the door.

Don't look at me like that,

your eyes filled with desire.

Bad boy.

Never.

My chest is heaving,

my tears about to spill,

because I love you so much.

Just look at me.

No, no, boy.

No, no, boy.

No, no, boy