Kôshikei (1968) 80% 3★

– It's like giving gonorrhea to a syphilitic.

– I quit. I like sex, but I can't just go and rape on demand.

– R, will a Buddhist service do? You may be Catholic, but we have a heart-to-heart connection. God, Buddha — what's the difference? I'll chant a Pure Land Buddhist sutra, okay?

– You see a pretty woman. You'd like to imagine her naked and pleasure yourself, but you can't do that at home. You could do it in a deserted place like this and then go back. But unfortunately you didn't do that. If you'd masturbated here, you wouldn't have committed that crime. Let's go to the station. There might be a pretty girl there. Oh, she has nice breasts! Look at them jiggle! A nice, tight ass. Lookin' good! It'd be nice to sleep with her.

– R…you're touching Korean skin. The long, painful history of our race has been etched onto this skin. The women of a race feel its sadness most deeply. In southern Korea, where we're from, they say there are no women my age or older whose skin isn't scarred. Slapped by fathers, beaten by husbands, some tried to kill themselves by slitting their throats or wrists.
– „For 5,000 yearsthe Korean people have endured foreign aggression and rule, most recently the exploitation and carnage of 36 years of Japanese imperialism.”

– You're talking about Japanese law.
– Of course. R committed his crimes in Japan.
– As a Korean! R didn't ask to be born in Japan. No Korean would ever ask to be born in Japan! His father was brought to Japan by force.
– We've covered that part to death. We also covered his mother's muteness.
– You Japanese will never understand how Koreans in Japan feel! R's crimes are a product of Japan's imperialism! Japan has no right to punish him.
– Then it would followthat all 600,000 Koreans in Japan must commit murder. If, like R, they each killed two Japanese, we'd have 1.2 million fewer people, and overcrowding would be eased.
– Japan doesn't have enough execution chambers for that!

– You made R forget he's R. You made him forget his race. You made him forget he's Korean! That's how Japanese imperialism works! Twenty years after the war's end, nothing's changed! That's especially true of you officials, you tools of state power, you murderous dogs! Isn't it?

– You're caressing my chest. Every touch makes me tremble. This isn't a dream. It's real. But somehow it seems like a dream. Dreams seem real, and reality seems like a dream. Such things happen, right?
– Are you confusing dreams and reality? That's a bad habit of yours, isn't it?

– Your body felt so heavy on mine…as if you were the earth itself.

– Is it evil to kill another person?
– Yes, it is evil. Yet you feel no remorse.
– So it is evil? Then killing me is also evil, isn't it?
– I've had enough! I may be education chief, but postwar education is to blame for this nonsense!
– But he has a point. If we kill a murderer, we become murderers. Then we're killed, and those who kill us are murderers… and so on.
– Show a little more discretion! We're not murderers. We represent the law. We aren't killing you. The nation simply can't allow you to live.
– I don't accept that. What is a nation? Show me one. I refuse to be killed by something that's invisible.