Majima's in a dank concrete room, suspended from the ceiling with manacles, hunched over. He's a few years younger, his hair's cut shorter and he doesn't look like he's in the best state -- his face is bloodied and it looks like his eye wound is way fresher, no eye patch covering it. He's raising his head to see who answers.
A huge, bald man with thickset eyebrows and an egg-shaped head comes in, looking down at him. Majima speaks, weary:
Majima: "Shimano ... Boss ... "
Shimano: "Orders are absolute in the yakuza. Figured a guy like you would know that much."
Majima: "Boss .. my brother .. What happned to Saejima?!"
Shimano: "Hmmm..."
Majima: "Please, tell me. Boss!"
Shimano smirks at him; "Yakuza who lose their way wind up here in the hole."
Majima: "B .. boss ... "
Shimano: "Don't worry, we won't kill ya."
Two men enter, one carrying a flaming hot poker.
Shimano: "Although ... All the guys we throw down here end up cryin' and beggin' to die. Wonder why that is?"
Majima, sounding utterly heartbroken, desperate, just repeats: "Boss ... Where is my brother?! Please, tell me ..."
Shimano starts shutting the door behind him.
Majima: "BOSS!"
The memory ends with the heavy iron door slamming shut.
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memory 6 - a little snippet of hell
Majima's in a dank concrete room, suspended from the ceiling with manacles, hunched over. He's a few years younger, his hair's cut shorter and he doesn't look like he's in the best state -- his face is bloodied and it looks like his eye wound is way fresher, no eye patch covering it. He's raising his head to see who answers.
A huge, bald man with thickset eyebrows and an egg-shaped head comes in, looking down at him. Majima speaks, weary:
Majima: "Shimano ... Boss ... "
Shimano: "Orders are absolute in the yakuza. Figured a guy like you would know that much."
Majima: "Boss .. my brother .. What happned to Saejima?!"
Shimano: "Hmmm..."
Majima: "Please, tell me. Boss!"
Shimano smirks at him; "Yakuza who lose their way wind up here in the hole."
Majima: "B .. boss ... "
Shimano: "Don't worry, we won't kill ya."
Two men enter, one carrying a flaming hot poker.
Shimano: "Although ... All the guys we throw down here end up cryin' and beggin' to die. Wonder why that is?"
Majima, sounding utterly heartbroken, desperate, just repeats: "Boss ... Where is my brother?! Please, tell me ..."
Shimano starts shutting the door behind him.
Majima: "BOSS!"
The memory ends with the heavy iron door slamming shut.