尾崎世界観応援企画・ナイト・オン・ザ・プラネット（Night on Earth）全セリフ・後編（こそっと、なますちゃん）

★ナイト・オン・ザ・プラネット全セリフ・番外編★

★ナイト・オン・ザ・プラネット全セリフ・前編★

At the next intersection
just follow Canal St.
Martin up to Stalingrad Place
then along Quai de la Seine.
Look, I know my job. Don't
tell me how to do my job.
IF YOU HAVE A PREFERRED ROUTE,
INDICATE THIS TO THE DRIVER
Doesn't this sign say
to follow my directions?

What, me? Nothing!
Pardon.
Don't they teach you how to
drive before unleashing you?
What are we doing in this tunnel?
Why'd you take the fucking tunnel?
I didn't tell you to go this way!
I hate the tunnel.
Hold still. I got it.
Merci.
Hey, don't blind people
usually wear dark glasses?
Do they? I wouldn't know.
I've never seen a blind person.
You've always been blind?
Yeah.
Must be a real drag being blind, huh?
Listen, jerk-off. I
can do anything you can
and a lot of things you'll never do.
I'm blind, that's all.
You can't drive a car, for example.
And you can?
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I don't know any blind people.
I'm curious, that's all.
I'm just like you. I drink,
I eat, I taste things.
I listen to music. I feel music.
I do whatever I want.
I even go to the movies.
The movies?
And what do you see at the movies?
Sometimes I feel the film.
I can hear it.
Oh, forget it. You're a pain in the ass.
Yeah, but when you eat,
you can't see the food.
The carrots could be blue, for example.
And with music, you
can't see the musicians!
You don't even know
the shape of a guitar.
Yes I know the shape
of a fucking guitar.
I feel things I'm sure you never will.
Okay then, if you're so smart,
let me ask you a question.
Here's the question.
What color am I?
I don't give a f*ck about colors.
But people have
different colors of skin!
Look, I don't care if you're
green or... blue like a carrot.
For me the word color
doesn't mean anything.
I feel colors.
But you'd never understand that.
Okay. You hear my voice, my accent.
Tell me where I'm from.
And if I'm right I win
a color TV, is that it?
I don't know, Africa.
From Cameroon.
No, the Ivory Coast.
Not bad!
You're exactly right! Treichville.
Can I ask you something personal?
What now?
What's it like in bed?
What in bed?
With a man, if you can't see
anything, when you make love,
how do you know who's next to you,
who you're making love with?
Listen, when I make love it's
with every centimeter of my body,
every pore of my skin.
Unlike you, I'm sure.
Believe me, I know the
man I make love with.
Even when he's on the
stairs, I know it's him.
I can smell him from a block away.
A block away! He must really stink.
F*ck you.
I'm glad I can't see you, 'cause
you must be an ugly bastard.
That's right.
Et voil.
Is this Quai de lOise?
Ouais.
Which side?
West of the canal, facing
Porte de la Villette.
OK.
How much is it?
Forty francs.
Listen, asshole. I've been
trapped in here longer than that,
and I don't need your fuckin' charity.
It must be 48 or 49.
Here's 50.
Keep the change.
You think I was born yesterday?
Watch out for yourself!.
Watch out yourself.
Don't you look where you're
going? We're not in Africa here!
You're a racist!
No, I'm not a racist, but you
drive like a fuckin' black!
The road goes this way,
and you were going that way!
Are you blind or what?
But it's not my fault!
I see by your outfit
That you are a cowboy#
I can't see a thing.
They could put up a streetlight
once in a while in Rome.
Would you like to meet
and make love?
Confirmed. I repeat,
send a car immediately.
Where should we do it?
12 Marmoratta Street.
And then?
Buffalota Street, number 40.
And after?
Piazza Quadrata, but there is no number.
Okay, we'll do it in Piazza Quadrata.
Correct, confirmed,
but there is no number.
How many times will we do it?
One thousand and one.
How soon?
Five minutes. Three cars.
Three taxis? You little
slut! We're through.
Hotel Genius. What a name for a hotel!
Good evening. I'd like a room between...
Leonardo da Vinci and Einstein.
Yes, thank you. Who's this?
Dante Alighieri, how's it going?
I'm here having coffee with Shakespeare.
Isaac Newton!
Beethoven!
Beethoven, I'd like you
to meet Charlie Parker.
Say something to him, Charlie.
Charlie Parker at the Hotel Genius...
If there's no room at the Hotel Genius
I'll take a room at the Hotel Imbecile.
Rome deserted.
Beautiful city.
The Romans have all left Rome.
Where did they go?
Everyone's in Bergamo.
What do they do in Bergamo?
I love these one-way streets!
It's like bumper cars.
"In the middle of the
journey of our life,
oh, dear friends, to you I convey,
I found myself down a street one way."
It's a one-way street!
That's right, it's one-way, you jerk!
This wall wasn't here yesterday!
Like Saint Pete, I will retreat.
And like the saints that
led, I'll move ahead.
Another one-way street!
They're always changing
everything. Fuckin' idiots...
I'm dangerous?
I've got a taxi and they've got guns
and I'm dangerous!
I should turn around
and run them both over.
I see by your outfit
A bishop alone in Rome
at 4:00 a.m.!
Bad luck! Touch my balls.
Excuse me, Father.
The statue confused me.
I couldn't see you. Excuse me.
Across town, please. To Tiburtino.
Tiburtino? Not the Vatican?
Aren't you a bishop?
No, not the Vatican.
And I'm not a bishop.
Father, I want to tell
you that I'm deeply honored
to have a bishop in my taxi.
My dear son, I'm not a bishop.
Yes, I know, you're not a bishop, but...
My son, may I ask you a favor?
Anything, Father!
Could you remove your sunglasses?
It's not safe to drive at
night with dark glasses.
Grazie, padre.
I put them on this morning
and forgot I was wearing them.
I see better now. Thank you!
I feel like a blind man who's
miraculously recovered his sight!
Grazie, padre. Grazie tante.
Padre.
Everything okay, Father?
Everything's okay.
Excuse me, but it says NO SMOKING.
That sign? I keep forgetting
to get rid of it. Sorry, Father.
They put one in every
taxi. It's ridiculous.
Father, I know this will
sound a little strange,
but here we are alone,
at night in a taxi,
and it's a little embarrassing,
but I would like to confess.
But this is not the
appropriate place, my son.
I know, I said it myself
we're in a taxi, not church,
but I must confess, Father.
Dear son, confession is an
act that must remain anonymous.
The church must preserve
this anonymity. Otherwise...
But I promise I won't tell anyone!
I'm not Roman, I'm Tuscan.
I've had this taxi for
and in 15 years
I swear I've never picked
up the same person twice.
And even if I picked
you up again in 10 years
I wouldn't recognize
you, dressed as a bishop.
And I promise I won't
look you in the face.
After all, I've got to drive.
I must confess. Please!
You won't have to pay the fare, okay?
If you don't hear my confession,
I'm afraid I'll burn in hell.
But this is unacceptable.
Father, I've got so
many sins to confess.
First thing, when I was
about 12 or 13 years old,
when boys become big men,
well, each his own physique...
and you begin to feel that
desire for, how can I say it...
for love!
For sex!
You feel the need for
release!
You understand? To
relieve this desire to...
Anyway, I lived in the country
and there weren't many women,
and though you're still a kid,
inside you feel a man's feeling,
and there was no way
to... release this feeling.
So the idea, not mine, but a
real intelligent friend of mine's,
of relieving ourselves with...
we made love with... how do I say this?
With pumpkins.
Warm, soft, damp, with
seeds inside, so round...
And we would... Help me
find the words, Father.
We relieved ourselves
with these pumpkins.
But then, after a certain age, I quit.
I don't know if my friends
quit, but that's their business.
I quit because I felt, Father,
and I'm sure you'll agree,
in growing up to be a
sensitive, even religious man,
that love is something every man needs
not with a vegetable, but with something
alive!
Something that moves, that's
warm, that looks you in the eyes.
Something with a soul.
Anyway, there was a...
a sheep.
A beautiful little sheep!
She was nice, kind, sweet, pretty.
I called her Lola.
Not an ugly old sheep like the others,
but a little sheep.
So delicate, refined!
Soft wool, two big eyes watching me.
At first I di

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Padre! Padre!
Where should I put him?
Only a priest, but he weighs
enough to be a cardinal.
40 India Street, first call.
40 India Street, car
needed. Second call.
Car 285 to India Street. Thanks, 285.
29 Industrial Road, three
customers waiting. First call.
29 Industrial Road, three
customers. Second call.
Industrial Road 29, three
customers. Third call.
Car 101 will take Industrial Road.
Hi, Mika! Okay. Bye, bye.
Bye, bye.
You called a taxi?
No, we called a garbage truck.
But you'll have to do the job.
Is he all right?
No, he's not all right.
But don't worry about it.
Let's go.
Where?
Home.
My house is closest,
so drop me off first.
We're gonna take Aki home first.
But he lives furthest
away, and he's fucked-up.
You're the one who's
fucked-up. He's our friend,
and in that condition, we've got
to make sure he gets home okay.
Then you'll have to pay.
But I don't have any money!
Well, I don't either!
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What about him?
His severance pay.
Okay, we've got money.
Let's go.
Where?
We all live on the same block.
Just drive across town.
What's your name?
Mika.
When I was a kid I had
a hamster named Mika.
Mika. Mika.
By the way, what was that
about his severance pay?
He lost his job today.
Is he all right?
No, he's not all right.
Didn't he just tell you
that he lost his job today?
He's all fucked-up,
and losing his job is
just a small part of it.
What do you mean?
Today was the worst fuckin'
day of his entire life,
that's what I fuckin' mean.
Or yesterday was, anyway...
I'm sorry to hear that.
What would you know about it?
You have no idea how he feels.
At the moment, I doubt
he feels much of anything.
Look, Mr. Taxi Man, don't f*ck with us!
Be careful, you idiot! He's driving!
You're the idiot!
Stop! Or you morons can walk home!
Can I ask something?
What?
Your friend. What happened
to him that was so terrible?
Besides losing his job, I mean.
What was so terrible?
I'll tell you what was so terrible.
This morning he drives his car to work.
New car, just paid off.
He parks and goes to work.
He's late for work,
but that's nothing new.
But today, bad news:
he's fired.
Late once too often.
So then he has a big
fight with his boss.
They throw him out into the street
and his severance pay after him.
He picks up the envelope,
brushes himself off
and walks back to his car.
But instead of his brand-new car
there's a smashed,
fucked-up ghost of his car.
Smashed to fuckin' shit.
Some fuckin' idiot has
turned his brand-new car
into a useless pile of shit.
So he has a few drinks to calm
down, then takes a bus home.
At home, waiting for him, are
his wife and 16-year-old daughter.
They're both crying, and the wife
tells him they have a big problem.
Then the daughter runs
off to her room, crying.
And the wife tells him that
his daughter, 16 and unmarried,
is pregnant.
A beautiful girl too, his daughter.
You shut up! That's no way to talk
about our best friend's little daughter.
I didn't mean it like that!
I know what you meant,
you fuckin' slimy fungus!
So, is that all?
No, that's not all.
He tells his wife that he's lost his job
and then about their car.
She becomes hysterical and
screams that she wants a divorce.
That he's no good as
a father or a husband.
And then she chases him from the house
with a big fuckin' butcher's knife.
A bread knife.
A butcher's knife!
He said it was a bread knife!
- No, he made a point of saying it was
a butcher's knife! - OK, OK, OK, OK, OK.
OK.
Things could have been worse.
What could possibly be worse than that?
Okay, Mr. Taxi Man.
Whatever happened to you
that was worse than that?
You want me to tell you?
Yeah.
Do you have any children?
I have a son.
I have a daughter.
I'm glad I have a son
and not a daughter.
You're an idiot. A
daughter is much better.
That way you won't have a son
who'll grow up to be like you.
Even more important then, in your case.
- In your case, soon nothing
will be important! - Hey!
Knock it off!. Or you
idiots will have a long walk.
What about the terrible story
you were about to tell us?
I'm married.
That is terrible!
Big deal.
My wife and I both work hard. She
has a job, and I have two jobs.
We've been saving money because
we want to have a family.
A daughter or a son.
For a year we've
worked at having a baby.
Nice work if you can get it.
Shut up and let him finish.
Is that your wife?
Yeah.
Eija.
Anyway, after a while
my wife became pregnant.
We were so happy. My wife's
belly got bigger and bigger.
Then, in the sixth month,
she started feeling strange
so I took her to the
hospital right away.
Was she all right?
Well, I took her to the hospital
and they took her inside.
I was worried, waiting
and waiting for hours.
Finally the doctor came and told me
that Eija had a baby.
She was all right, and the
baby, a little girl, was alive.
I was so happy I was about to explode.
- A little daughter.
- Ya.
But the doctor looked worried.
He told me the baby was way too early.
So far she was okay, but
she was in an incubator.
And then he said
there was almost no
chance the baby would live.
So what happened?
The next day I brought my
wife home from the hospital,
but the baby stayed
there in the incubator.
You should have seen her though.
So tiny and perfect.
Tiny hands, tiny feet.
She was shaped like a little peanut.
But the doctor didn't give us much hope.
He said she wouldn't
live more than a week,
our tiny daughter.
Eija was so scared that
she was about to go crazy.
So I made a big decision.
I decided that I wouldn't
love this tiny little child.
If she was going to die, I would
have to stay strong and distant.
I couldn't stand the
pain of losing this child.
So I decided to kill my love.
A week went by, and the baby lived.
Then another week went
by, and part of a third.
After three entire weeks
the child was still alive.
But the doctor was still very negative.
That started to make me angry.
I sat up all night in the kitchen
while my poor wife lay
awake in the bedroom.
And I sat there, just as
the dawn was about to break.
The light outside was
just like it is right now.
Then Eija came to me and
said I'd made a mistake.
I realized she was right.
If that baby was going to
make it, it needed all my love.
The strongest love possible.
It was a relief.
I felt my love for that baby surge
through every pore of my worthless body.
I felt so happy and clear.
That little peanut was our child
and we cried out of happiness.
We tried to eat some
breakfast, but we couldn't.
Then we drove to the hospital.
We wanted that baby to feel
all the strength of our love.
At the hospital
the doctor was right there to meet us.
His face was very serious.
He took us aside.
And then he told us that
a short time earlier,
just before sunrise,
the baby had died.
Nothing could be done.
It was too late...
Hey.
Don't worry.
You and your wife can make another baby.
Maybe we can, sometime.
Such a sad story.
You're a good guy, Mika.
Aki is so full of shit.
His life isn't so terrible after all.
He fuckin' whines
about such trivial shit.
Some people have got real troubles.
You're right, Mika.
You're a good man.
Hey.
We're almost home.
Take the next right, then
a left. That's our street.
What about your friend? Is he okay now?
F*ck him.
Yeah, forget about him.
What about his wife, and the big knife?
What knife?
Oh, that. F*ck it.
He'll push his way into one of our
houses if he can't get into his own.
He's a leech anyway.
Don't worry. Everything
will be all right.
Yeah. And send greetings
to your wife, Eija.
Yeah, give her my best too.
Hey. Aki.
Wake up, Aki!
Who the f*ck are you?
Where the f*ck am I?
You're in a fucking taxi,
near your fucking home
and you owe me the fucking fare.
Yeah, I know. Nothin' for free.
Thanks.
You all right?
You know where you are?
Yeah.
Helsinki.
Morning, Aki.
Morning.
When I was a boy
The moon was a pearl
And the sun was a yellow gold
But when I was a man
The wind blew cold
The hills were upside down
Oh, now that I
Have gone from here
There's no place
I'd rather be
Than to float my chances
On the tide
Back in the good old world
On October's last
I'll fly back home
Rolling down winding way
And all I've got's
A pocketful
Of flowers on my grave
But now summer is gone
I remember it best
Back in the good old world
I remember when
She held my hand
We walked home alone in the rain
How pretty her mouth
How soft her hair
Nothing can be the same
And there's a rose
Upon her breast
Where I long to lay my head
And her hair was so yellow
And the wine was so red
Back in the good old world
There's a rose
Upon her breast
Where I long to lay my head
And her hair was so yellow
And the wine was so red
Back in the good old
World