My bike ignites!
Farewell, useless Father.
Farewell, Grandmother.
Farewell, Buddha of Ushiku.
Farewell, 'Baby, the Stars Shine Bright'.
And farewell, Ichigo.
It's too late to say this, but...
I wish I had been born in the Rococo era.
Kamikaze Girls: The End
That's a bit too short, so let's rewind a little.
Rococo.
18th century France at its most lavish.
It made Baroque look positively sober.
An obscure, neglected period,
rarely mentioned in school.
Critics called its art 'cloying'...
shallow, vulgar and indecent.
Life then was like candy.
Their world, so sweet and dreamy...
That was Rococo.
Girdles were tightened for beauty's sake.
Too tight for breathing.
It was...
Very cute!
or so they said.
Ridiculous!
Hedonism and love-making were all that mattered.
Out of bed, they liked embroidery.
Then it was back to the bedroom.
And then? Countryside walks.
I was smitten by Rococo.
A frilly dress and strolls in the country...
That's how I wanted to live!
It's not happening...
Not in 21st century Ibaraki!
This is Shimotsuma.
Paddy-fields, not countryside.
I live here.
Shit on my shoes.
30 minutes on foot to Shimotsuma station.
It's faster by bike but not as elegant.
In this outfit?
Isn't that Ryugasaki's daughter?
Where are you going in that frilly dress?
Tokyo.
What for?
Clothes shopping.
But Jusco sells everything.
Jusco?
The supermarket?
Don't you know anything?
Shimotsuma's branch has much more.
They have anything you want.
Much more than Parco.
This polo shirt was 980 yen!
This was only 1,500 yen.
This blouse was 2,800 yen.
This is from Jusco.
This, too.
The people here are...
completely twisted.
...is it due to a lack of parental communication?
To go to Tokyo...
you take the Joso line to Toride.
Only 2 trains an hour.
...communication is vital...
While we wait, here's my profile.
Let's take a look!
"The Life of Momoko Ryugasaki"
I wasn't born here
or in France...
but in far-away Amagasaki.
Get out of my face!
The locals were mostly gangsters.
Nothing but pachinko parlours and counterfeiters.
Each stall undercutting the next.
Get it cheap!
Everyone obsessed with bargains.
Everyone is born in a tracksuit.
They die in a tracksuit, too.
It was tracksuit country,
and for me it was hometown.
Gangsters here graduate from Yanki to Yakuza.
As Father did in his youth.
Let's go!
I can't do it!
And so, my parents met.
This ludicrous encounter led to my birth.
A shotgun wedding.
Dad put family first.
Cough up the money!
That's for baby milk.
Asshole!
Thought we were stupid?
I need my pinkie...
to play piano.
He's expelled.
He was a useless father.
It's 1 hour to Toride.
Then 40 minutes to Ueno on the Joban line.
Tokyo's a long way off.
Mother left home after I began school.
Then the divorce papers came.
Who does she think she is?
But even in this crisis...
So what?
...was my take.
Silently they die.
I was an indifferent child.
He's hopeless.
He's totally mediocre. A born loser.
But your new dad is nice.
Doesn't drink or gamble.
I wonder...
why he finds me so attractive?
It's still a mystery...
He was the gynaecologist who delivered me.
Doctor!
Madam!
Doctor.
Madam.
It didn't take her long to choose adultery.
I'm moving in with my father.
Why?
Your new grandparents are dying to see you.
They're dying to hug their new granddaughter!
- That's not true, is it? - Well, no.
I was 6 when I moved to my father's place...
Can you see it coming?
...because it was more fun.
Should I go through with this divorce?
Isolate myself from you?
Humans are cowards in the face of happiness.
You need courage to hold on to happiness.
How old are you?
33.
It's your last chance...
to grasp happiness. Don't miss it.
Momoko!
Take his love and make yourself beautiful.
Get breast implants and beauty treatments.
And enter a beauty contest.
Why?
It's fun.
Dad wasn't the same after the separation.
But he got help...
and soon had his own market stall.
Look at this! Ve**ach tops only 2,000 yen!
This Ve**ach bag only 1,500 yen!
That's also a French import.
He didn't even know Ver**ce was Italian.
But business boomed.
Bargain-hunters' paradise!
In junior high I joined a club
and got hooked on needlework.
Father got even more into it...
He was creating new Ver**ce goods by himself.
And you know what?
The Yankis loved it.
When I was in high school...
I discovered the 'Lolita' look.
The grand opening of Uni***sal Studios Japan.
What's this?
It's a collaboration.
They have nothing in common!
You've got a lot to learn.
I have a feel for the fashion industry
and can sense today's hot trends.
It's about dual-name brands now.
Bag and clothing brands and big banks, too.
Dual-name brands are everywhere.
The public will love it!
Get your crap out of here!
Business was roaring.
His products were hits.
And that put us in danger.
- Fuck Jap...- Shit Jap...
Stupid Jap.
Uni***sal Studios may sue.
Ver**ce could also lash out.
Time to take a holiday.
That's why we moved...
to my grandmother's place in Shimotsuma.
Ueno to Shibuya by Yamanote line,
then by Toyoko line to Daikanyama...
to my favourite boutique, 'Baby, the Stars Shine Bright'.
Welcome!
I discovered the label one summer in Osaka.
The 'old me' was slain
and I was reborn.
Such was designer Akinori Isobe's power.
I would do anything to own them.
My classmate's home burnt down...
Her family is broke with ten mouths to feed.
She's my best friend so I must help her!
This girl has a terminal heart problem.
Says she'd die by 15.
But she found a specialist who can cure her.
He doesn't hold a licence,
and it's going to cost her 1 billion yen,
My best friend's sister...
was abducted by foreign spies from a karaoke bar.
Miss Ryugasaki, it's always a pleasure.
So what if I was deceitful? My happiness was at stake.
It's not wrong to feel good.
That's what Rococo taught me.
But actually my soul is rotten.
This is my grandmother.
Momoko, can I have 200 yen?
What for?
Chocolate.
Lovely milk chocolate.
She isn't senile.
She's just had a hard life.
Now I look after her.
Pugnacity runs in the family.
She loved fighting when she was younger,
and ultimately lost an eye.
Don't you bastards explode on me!
My useless father had a new stall.
But money was now more scarce.
I had to find a new source of income.
Discount Ve**ach clothes for sale.
Brand new,
but not really Ver**ce.
Ms. Ryugasaki, can I please buy some Ver**ce clothes...
as I totally please want Ver**ce.
'Totally please'?
The note was crude and stained with juice.
How old could she be?
Her name: Ichiko Shirayuri.
I invited her over as her home wasn't far.
Can I have 100 yen?
To buy what?
My favourite apple candy.
I almost forgot...
Where are you going?
Don't leave me alone!
A Yanki!
Drawn-on eyebrows!
She spat!
Little girl, I'm Ichiko Shirayuri.
Momoko 'tis thee I'm seeking.
What language is this?
Yes?
Canst thee bring fair Momoko forth?
Did she step out of a period-drama?
Little girl, where's Momoko?
I am Momoko.
Don't mess with me!
A junior high girl selling Ver**ce?
Bring me Momoko!
She spat again!
Wow, is this all Ver**ce?
Yes, but it's fake.
So it's really you?
Yes, I'm Momoko Ryugasaki.
I'm in 2nd year of senior high.
Damn! Same year as me.
I figured only a child would wear that kind of frilly dress.
I shouldn't judge by appearances.
But appearances say everything.
Did I say something wrong?
Cool!
What's this?
Uni***sal and Ver**ce?
This is too cool!
I need a jacket. There's a wedding to go to.
I thought my kamikaze coat was OK, but my parents said no.
So I thought a Ver**ce jacket would be fine,
but it was out of my price range.
But then I found your ad.
It was like salivation.
Did she mean 'salvation'?
How much?
3? Get outta here!
Really? You'll give it to me for 2?
- Wrong number of zeros. - 200,000 yen?
2,000 yen.
Nobody sells a Ver**ce jacket for only 2,000 yen?
It is a fake, after all.
Fake or not, it's still Ver**ce.
20,000 will be fine.
It's still too cheap.
But you did say 2,000 was OK.
Thanks for the discount. I owe you.
If there's any trouble, ask for Ichiko of the Ponytails.
The Ponytails?
The toughest girl-biker gang in Shimotsuma.
Don't forget it.
I've got a puny grip, I can't run fast or swim.
But for Rococo fragility is considered a feminine virtue.
Tough girls who can defend themselves...
disgust me.
Girls who have experienced both sour and sweet...
Awful!
Sour things taste foul.
I want to fill myself only with sweet things.
Your nose is beautiful.
Get off me!
- Beautiful! - Hi!
It's a 3-tier seat,
120 centimetres, custom-built.
It should have cost a pile but I did it myself cheaply.
Do you like bikes?
Not really.
I work part-time at a garage.
So you like bikes?
It's not about 'liking'. My bike is another me.
- But you ride a scooter... - That doesn't matter!
You wanted a bigger bike but didn't qualify?
None of your business!
Does this still run?
It's my grandmother's. Why?
Honda made it in the '80s. I thought they were all gone.
It's a beauty.
The other guy doesn't agree, and you feel like.
Why don't you get it?
From then on, that Yanki would come over often.
I want to be a bike mechanic.
I asked my boss if he'd train me.
He said he'd consider it if I graduated high school.
I was moved!
She could talk endlessly.
What are you going to do after graduation?
Labour isn't suitable for me.
Don't daydream!
It's dog-eat-dog out there!
Always hot under the collar...
I wondered why she'd talk to me about such things.
I don't understand how humans connect with one another.
Why can't you get it?
Humans are born alone, we think alone and die alone.
If I can't live independently...
then I'd rather be a water flea.
They are more independent than us humans.
What about friends or lovers?
Wouldn't you miss your parents or kids?
Meaningless words, just like 'janitor', or 'president'.
None of those words are important.
You poor girl! That's terrible!
"I'd never let anyone tie me down.
So I fled into the dark night.
Though I was just 15, I felt so free.
So on my stolen bike..."
How many are there in the Ponytails gang?
- Seven. - Tiny!
Do you want to join us?
No thanks.
You'll need a licence first.
And get rid of the dresses.
We like riding and fighting, but no drugs or solvents...
We're too proud for that.
I'm not joining.
No loose girls, either.
I said 'no'.
Why are you so hesitant?
I'm not hesitating.
I don't want to be a Yanki, ride a bike, or be in a group.
I'm not shedding this dress.
What's wrong?
It's just lame.
Did you just ridicule my whole existence?
I'll kick your ass!
Go ahead.
I'll kill you!
Why not?
Stop spitting!
You may be in a frilly dress but you do have guts.
You're not gonna kill me?
No, because I still owe you.
Debts, debts, debts... What a fool!
What did you say?
Only lend stuff you don't care about.
I'd never return borrowed stuff and I don't care if I lose mine.
You're a bad girl.
Yes, twisted!
- No friends? - Yes.
Isn't it lonely?
Not at all.
You're weird.
But if you beg...
I'll let you be my friend.
I don't need any friends.
I thought I'd always be alone.
80 years old, in a 'Baby' dress, dying alone in my apartment.
A robo-janitor finds my corpse...
The End.
That's the end that I dreamt of.
What's aristocratic about this forest?
Forest of the Aristocrats.
What are you listening to?
Johann Strauss.
Don't know that band.
Stop that.
Where did you get that frilly dress?
Daikanyama, in Tokyo.
Where did you buy your clothes?
Jusco.
Another victim...
So you know Daikanyama?
Do you know the embroiderer called Emma in Daikanyama?
My kamikaze coat needs decoration.
What kind of stitching?
Our leader Akimi's quitting to get married.
I want something special for her retirement parade.
Parade?
We ride around in style on her final night.
A partening gift to our leader.
It's parting, not 'partening'.
Smart ass! Want to part with your life?
Then she got really serious,
as she described her first encounter with Akimi.
It took an hour.
To save time, I'll summarise.
Ichiko aged 14.
Her life changed in high school.
As a young girl, her life was not that of a Yanki.
She was fairly slow and the shyest in her class.
She was bullied by her classmates.
Filled with self-hate and frustration.
So on my stolen bike...
I don't have a clue where I am headed.
That's when she met Akimi.
What's wrong?
What are you hiding?
Everyone's got a problem. There's always some pain inside.
It's OK to cry...
but women can't do it in public.
Otherwise everyone will break down.
So only cry alone.
It makes you stronger.
That moment Ichiko decided...
to be as cool as Akimi.
Great story, huh?
What about that embroiderer in Daikanyama?
Oh, yeah.
Akimi looked after me, so...
I want a message sewn onto the front of my outfit.
Saying?
'Thank you Akimi'.
That's a bit dull.
What's your problem?
Emma's is a legend among biker gangs.
Needlework to make gods blush, so delicate and beautiful!
So daring and profound!
Seen any with your own eyes?
Of course not!
Where in Daikanyama is it?
Nobody knows.
Then you can't place an order.
Himiko knows!
Himiko?
The former leader of all the girl-bikers in Kanagawa.
She wore gear stitched by Emma.
So contact Himiko.
But Himiko is...
It took her another hour to tell Himiko's story.
Another long saga...
Here's a cartoon version to keep you kids awake.
In the 90's, the bikers were at war with street gangs.
Torn apart by feuds and crime.
Stop it, you idiots!
Age and origin unknown, she was a seven-time convict.
Everyone called her...
Himiko.
Her back emblazoned with Emma's golden dragon,
Himiko took all of Kanagawa's girl-bikers by storm.
Mercilessly crushing gangs dealing in drugs and prostitution.
Clean up this scum! Girls unite!
Lead us Himiko! We want to be in your gang.
I don't believe in hierarchy. We'll ride together!
I'm coming!
Me, too.
Let's go!
I'll *#*# you with my *=*!
The Yakuza forced us into drugs and prostitution.
Help us, please!
Next day, Himiko paid a visit to the local Yakuza HQ.
She sliced them and diced them.
Left 20 wounded.
And then, silence.
Nobody has heard from her since.
So she's untraceable?
I'm going home.
Ever since I was small,
I've dreamt of flying up into the sky.
The town below me shrinks as I soar ever higher,
on my way to another world.
There's a vulgar Yanki... Oh, it's Ichiko.
She's screaming something at me.
Leave me alone, Ichiko.
I'm off to a beautiful world you've never seen.
Are you listening?
What?
Money's an issue, I'm dealing with a legend.
It would cost 50,000 or more.
Still talking about that?
My pay is not good and neither is my family's.
Is your family poor?
I don't want to owe them.
Well, you could sell your body...
That's it!
Are you serious?
Pachinko! I have to give it a go.
Let's go, Momoko.
Momoko?
Pachinko is our only choice!
Why should I?
We're friends.
- I'll take this, please. - Thank you, Miss Ryugasaki.
This is your new friend.
This cabbage will be your friend.
Well...
Farewell, Ichiko! Farewell, legendary idiot!
Relief was short-lived.
Kidnapped by a Yanki who wouldn't take 'no'.
"To Happiness" "To Hell".
Dragged down the path to hell.
Ozaki's song!
I feel lucky.
Hopeless.
No good at all.
Momoko?
What's happening?
You're amazing!
They're cheating, I know it!
Welcome...
I don't know your technique but...
you're using it a bit too much.
What's your problem, asshole?
I saw you mess with the machine.
Now I'll have to search you.
What did you say, baldy?
Let me see.
Stop it!
Stand back.
Those girls did nothing wrong.
I was watching.
- It's Ryuji! - Ryuji.
It's...
Unicorn Ryuji.
Even if they were cheating it's up to you to catch them.
It's still your fault.
Those are the rules of this game.
But they're underage.
I'm 18!
But she can't be.
She dresses like a kid but she's 30.
Quite mature.
Actually, she's 40.
You let them play for hours.
She's my mother!
Shut it.
I'll crush 'em.
Will you count their winnings right now?
Old man, thank you!
He looked like Ozaki.
In what way?
70,000? Not bad for an amateur!
Let's halve this.
Why?
Well...
I'm not taking your money.
Why?
My policy.
Then here's a loan.
Here's 35,000 yen.
You're weird.
You'll get it back.
Your policy?
Ichiko...
Your real name is Ichigo (strawberry), right?
I phoned you, but your mum answered.
She called you 'Ichigo'.
I'm sure it was Ichigo.
Why do you hide it?
It's just so un-Yanki!
Ichigo!
Don't use that name.
I'll kill you.
Ichigo!
You're dead!
Mice probably ate it.
Grandma.
Are you going somewhere?
Nope.
Maybe it's punishment...
for hanging out with a Yanki and playing Pachinko...
The Rococo gods are angry.
Amazing work!
Grandmother.
You're not like your father.
If everyone had a bowl,
your father's would be small...
cracked and dirty.
But yours is different.
It isn't big but it's beautiful.
You'll follow your own path.
You'll find your own niche.
The Pachinko God is showing mercy.
No, it isn't.
We've got to do it.
Let me go.
Momoko, we can't go back.
To where?
Big Winner!
Hey!
At it again?
You're not aiming correctly.
Aim for that one, not that one.
Don't touch me.
The best spot...
is here.
You did great!
Who are you, old man?
Why do you have patent-leather shoes?
I'm just a low-rank gangster.
Yakuza.
That explains the shoes.
That's Ozaki's song.
This joke of a man had taken someone's heart.
Humans are a mystery...
Are you scared of guys?
Are you crazy?
Been out on a date?
Shut up!
Ever been kissed?
You wanna die?
A girl like you in love...
A guy with a blue jacket and white patent-leather shoes.
When you spoke to him, you looked so beautiful.
Isn't that what they call love?
It's love!
It's love.
Is it love?
It's love.
We mustn't!
Madam...
It's love!
So I returned to Daikanyama after a long absence,
with Ichigo, determined to find Emma.
They can't patronise me.
What does that writing say?
This says 'leave me alone'.
I thought so.
That's the wrong character.
The whole gang has it! People will laugh at us!
It was perfect before you told me.
Is that bonnet from here?
It was eaten by moths...
so I repaired it.
No, I love it. You fixed it wonderfully!
Look at her bonnet, she fixed it herself.
You're making her uneasy, boss.
Sorry.
And you are?
The boss?
Miss Ryugasaki, our loyal customer.
You're Miss Ryugasaki?
The boss?
You are...
You're the 'Baby' designer...
I'm Isobe.
Momoko!
What did you do to her?
- Me? - Don't act dumb!
You speak, she falls. Got a breath problem?
Ichigo, stop.
Momoko!
It was my fault.
No fighting.
Momoko!
I am so sorry.
It really was nothing.
Hold still...
Wonderful!
God!
Are you OK?
I met God.
That old man?
God touched me.
He's your God?
Ichigo! We must find Emma.
You said 'no'.
Humour me. I need to do something crazy.
Let's go.
You saying I'm crazy?!
Fashion was my teacher.
It taught me how to live.
When I see clothes...
I want to become worthy of them.
They answer me,
"You're not ready for us yet".
Or you may think...
something suits you when it really doesn't.
You don't understand, do you?
You weren't listening.
Listen!
What is it?
I saw him.
The legendary embroiderer?
Haruo Mizuno.
The famous critic.
Don't you know him?
So what took so long?
I was watching him.
What was he doing?
Buying his dinner.
Welcome!
He asked them to heat it.
Yes, please.
That's it?
You're pathetic!
Who insisted on finding this embroiderer?
I just can't find it.
Does it even exist?
Himiko said it does.
Does Himiko even exist?
Legendary Emma? Legendary Himiko? Nothing but rumours!
Don't make me laugh.
I didn't ask you to look.
Here's your money.
Maybe you're right,
maybe the embroiderer doesn't exist.
I give up.
So I won't need this.
And Akimi's parade?
Forget it.
Stupid!
Can't I do your stitching?
If it's OK with you, I'd like to try.
Go for it.
Really?
What about the size and font?
Giving you my coat means my life is in your hands.
I trust you to do it right.
Are you sure?
'Thank you Akimi' may be dull.
It may not be cool but it's how I truly feel.
I stitched non-stop.
From Monday night through Wednesday morning.
I forgot to eat, to sleep or to go to school.
Make it bigger.
That's not enough water.
Did you really do this?
I've never seen anything so cool!
It's absolutely gorgeous.
It's unbelievable.
How can I thank you?
I'm even deeper in debt to you.
I didn't understand.
I felt like crying when I saw her delight.
I, who coldly watched wild animals die?
Was it lack of sleep?
Momoko!
Are you OK?
Is she dead?
Number 19: Hitomi Asano.
Number 20: Midori Saionji.
That's one great figure! Unbelievable for a 40-year old.
I slept like a corpse.
I never imagined...
that my mother would enter a beauty contest.
Here are the results.
The Grand Prix goes to...
Number Twenty...
...One: Tomomi Kuroda.
Yes!
Serves you right!
What an ass!
Momoko! Wake up!
There is a god!
He watches and punishes those who do bad things.
Momoko, never give up.
What?
Live sincerely, then great things can happen.
She failed! I'm so happy!
Miss Ryugasaki, I require your immediate assistance.
Isobe 'Baby, the Stars Shine Bright'.
God!
The samples came back without the roses.
I gave precise instructions,
but they can't redo it in time.
Cute!
Yes it is.
But...
it's just frills, cheap frills.
Without roses it's worthless.
I recalled that bonnet you altered.
Can you stitch the roses onto this sample?
No! I can't do it!
You can't refuse!
No...
It has to be you.
Ribbon stitch?
I can use ribbons for the roses.
Much better than lace.
Feather-stitches for leaves and flower patches for texture.
For a more rustic look...
Only you can do this!
You will do it, won't you?
Does it have to be me?
It has to be you!
It has to be me.
Hello.
Ichigo?
How was the parade?
Was Akimi pleased?
She told me...
'that sobbing girl I knew has grown up'.
She hugged me.
It moved me.
We then rode behind her.
We rode forever.
Then we lit fireworks.
Akimi said, 'thank you'.
Then that guy appeared.
That was a good parade.
From now, I'm riding with him
and with one other...
I'm pregnant.
Great!
That's cool!
I'm nothing compared to Akimi.
I can't betray her.
Why not?
If you like something, take it, no matter whose it is.
If it makes you happy, do it!
Humans will always betray each other.
Really?
Not really.
Thus Ichigo's first love ended.
She showed no emotion.
She kept it tightly inside her.
That was her way.
Hey Momoko...
Akimi said...
'women shouldn't cry in public'.
But...
out here we're alone.
Got it!
My hands are shaking.
And my palms are sweaty.
When mother left me I said to her...
Humans are cowards in the face of happiness.
You need courage to hold on to happiness.
How old are you?
17.
That's appalling.
Sudden happiness has indeed made me a coward.
I've forgotten what happiness means.
Was it about wearing clothes?
Or was it about making them?
What's up? Grandma died?
Are you busy?
I've got a gang meeting.
I want to see you.
Say again?
I have to see you.
Where are you?
Good question.
I'm not sure.
I'll go anywhere.
I can't believe you're asking.
That's great! Why the worry?
Just do your best.
Don't let them get you down.
You don't get it.
What is it then?
I only enjoy wearing their clothes.
Making them is different.
But I loved what you stitched for me.
Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Yes, it does, but...
Someone recognised your talent. What are you pouting about?
If you blow him off where will his clients go?
They'll end up in Jusco.
You're the one.
Ichiko speaking.
No it's not.
I had to work.
Challenge? Why?
So it's a challenge.
OK, by the Buddha.
2 p.m. tomorrow.
What was that about?
Nothing.
I think I'll leave the gang.
Why?
When it was small the gang was cool.
So what's next?
I'll ride alone.
Attention!
Add water!
Check!
Take a rubber band.
Thank you.
There's something I want to ask.
Your great leader is needed.
Stay put 'til I get back.
What?
What happens when bikers challenge you?
A challenge?
As I recall, I think they mess you up pretty good.
They chain you to their bikes and drag your ass.
It's very nasty!
Or they might burn you with cigarettes.
Or poke pencils in your nose and whack your head on a desk.
Very bloody!
But with girls, they'd slash your face with razors.
Forget about marriage!
Happy days! Ah, youth is grand!
But the deadline is today.
Yes, I'm sorry.
This is work, not a hobby.
I have to see my friend.
Is she more important than your job?
The girl who knocked me down?
Yes.
Do you like embroidery?
I guess so...
Yes!
Me, too.
From the start, making clothes was everything to me.
I gave my life to this business,
and friendships meant nothing.
I sacrificed them for my work.
I believed work was more important.
I'm sorry but I...
Now, I have no friends.
Absolutely none.
There's nobody I can really talk to.
You must go.
You must see her.
Yes.
How do I get to the Ushiku Buddha?
Take route 294 to the 125 to Kasumigaura.
Cross over Tsuchiura to Amizakashita, turn right and you're there.
Grandmother!
She seems troubled.
Thank you.
But I don't know how to ride!
What was that for?
Just hit the starter like this then turn this to take off.
Easier than a bicycle!
I'll bring it back.
Good-bye everybody.
I'm leaving this world...
for another one.
Do I have to give birth?
Who?
Where am I?
I'm a mother.
But I can't decide.
Mother?
Even if I give birth...
this child...
won't be happy.
You have to let me out!
If I'm not born now...
Ichigo!
It's moving!
Give birth, you adulterer!
Ichigo!
It's so full of energy.
My baby...
I guess it really wants to live.
Ichigo!
Miko, Ichiko's little friend is here.
Miko, how'd the gang get to be such a mess?
Why merge with the Tsuchiura crew?
Getting bigger and pushing people around.
Things have changed.
Small gangs just don't cut it.
Can't turn the clock back.
Ibaraki unite!
It's not my call.
Himiko gave me the order.
- Himiko? - Yes.
She told me and Tsuchiura's boss to unite the women of Ibaraki.
So you're just Himiko's puppet?
Show some manners.
Society chucked us out.
Common sense and decency...
Didn't we want to escape from all that?
So what?
Look at you!
Your boss commands...
and you obey.
No different from the world we left behind.
The gang grew up. Why don't you?
If this is getting old, I think I'll stay young.
Figure you can just leave?
Figure your frilly friend is more important?
She's no friend.
She stands up for herself.
She follows only her own rules.
Next to her, you sheep are worth nothing.
So you're through with us.
You got that right.
I'm going it alone.
Like her.
First, face your challenge.
I've got your challenge right over here.
Bring it on.
You got any guts without a weapon?
I'll kick your ass.
Get ready to bleed.
Can't take it?
Take this!
Finish her!
So, no rules?
I'm ready!
Ichigo.
Shut up!
Momoko!
You bitches really got me pissed off now!
Ideally...
I would have been born in the Rococo era.
What did Himiko say to you?
She ordered you to unite Ibaraki?
Which Himiko is that?
The real Himiko wouldn't even speak to scum like you.
What are you saying?
Do you know the real Himiko?
Can you prove she exists?
You think you can?
You bet I can.
I'm her daughter.
Listen up!
I'll tell you why she disappeared.
She fell in love.
With your precious Daikanyama embroiderer.
They loved each other.
After they first made love...
my father embroidered her golden dragon.
They married, then disappeared.
Only I know where they live.
My dad taught me embroidery as a child.
I was his best apprentice.
Let me show you my work.
The work of a legend.
Just compare it to the crap you're wearing.
Really OK to tell this rabble...
these great secrets?
Maybe not.
Princess Himiko! Your chariot awaits!
Want to make an enemy of Himiko's daughter?
Every girl in Eastern Japan would hunt you down.
If you swear never to touch my friend...
I'll give you Ibaraki or whatever.
OK.
My lady, if you please.
For the record, we win, you lose.
Nice lie!
My mouth got carried away.
But why did they fall for it?
Because it wasn't all lies.
Himiko couldn't order Miko.
They couldn't swallow their own lies so they easily fell for yours.
Was your story a lie?
Of course!
Himiko never existed.
A few years back, I invented her.
I forged her diary and sent it to a biker magazine.
They actually published it
and the legend just kept growing.
Wait a minute.
Why did you feed me that crap about Emma's embroidery?
You weren't buying my story.
I got offended.
That's one more I owe you.
You don't have to pay me back.
I wasn't going to.
I mean, I can't.
I can't afford it!
Here's what happened next.
The next day...
Cute! Beautiful!
He loved my handiwork
and I became a part-time designer.
He asked me to join the company after graduation.
But then I thought...
I preferred buying my favourite clothes to making them.
Because it's a more extravagant lifestyle.
You see, I'm still a child.
Riding around my own frilly streets.
Ichigo began modelling for 'Baby'...
after impressing a perverted cameraman.
And so began her new career.
On her first day, she broke two cameras
and left 5 of the crew with ugly bruises.
Get your hands off me, you perverts!
She was very beautiful.
Soon everyone wanted her to pose.
But it just wasn't her style.
She preferred her bikes and her greasy overalls...
She rides the roads of Shimotsuma...
Alone, of course.
Before I forget...
Another page was added to the Himiko legend.
The legend says...
She had a daughter
who took up her mother's legacy uniting gangs everywhere.
Together with a loyal companion, she destroyed the bad gangs.
Nobody knew why, but
she always wore a frilly dress.
My bike ignites!
Written and Directed by Tetsuya Nakashima