Dodes'ka-den (1970) - full transcript

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DODES'KA-DEN

Concept by
CLUB OF THE FOUR KNIGHTS:

AKIRA KUROSAWA,
KEISUKE KINOSHITA

KON ICHIKAWA,
MASAKI KOBAYASHI

Executive Producers
AKIRA KUROSAWA and YOICHI MATSUE

Based on the novel by
SHUGORO YAMAMOTO

Screenplay by
AKIRA KUROSAWA
HIDEO OGUNI

and SHINOBU HASHIMOTO

Cinematography by
TAKAO SAITO
YASUMICHI FUKUZAWA

Art direction by
YOSHIRO MURAKI
SHINOBU MURAKI



Music by
TORU TAKEMITSU

Starring:

YOSHITAKA ZUSHI
KIN SUGAI

TOSHIYUKI TONOMURA
SHINSUKE MINAMI, YUKO KUSUNOKI

JUNZABURO BAN
KIYOKO TANGE

MICHIO HINO, KEIJI FURUYAMA
TAPPEl SHIMOKAWA

KUNIE TANAKA
JITSUKO YOSHIMURA

HISASHI IGAWA
HIDEKO OKIYAMA

TATSUO MATSUMURA
IMARI TSUJI

TOMOKO YAMAZAKI
MASAHIKO KAMETANI

HIROSHI AKUTAGAWA
TOMOKO NARAOKA

NOBORU MITANI
HIROYUKI KAWASE

AKEMI NEGISHI
EIMEl ESUMI

MINORU TAKASHIMA
KAZUO KATO



Directed by AKIRA KUROSAWA

I know I often ask this,
but please listen to me, dear Buddha.

Please make my mother smarter.

Why that face?

Mother, what's worrying you?

Nothing.

I'm not worried at all.

Please, dear Buddha,

perhaps I ask too often,
and you may be tired of this,

but please help my mother.

I'd better go to work now.

The maintenance crew
isn't reliable at all.

So it takes more time
to do an inspection!

I'm going now.

I've got eight runs
this morning.

Same in the afternoon.

I'll be back in the evening.

Look at that.

What are
the maintenance men doing?

What a lousy job!

This is an old car, though.

Maybe I shouldn't blame them.

Let's go.

Trolley freak!

Good morning, Mr. Tanba.

Good morning.

Are you still a religious man?

Yes, I say my prayers
every morning and evening.

Well, it's hard on your mother.

Don't worry. She's all right
because I'm with her.

You're right.

How's the streetcar today?

Not so good, not so bad.

How is business?

Just so-so.

Now -

Say hello to your mother.

Don't get drunk again.
Come straight home tonight.

Shut up.
You're the one driving me to drink.

Hey.

Let's go, Hatsu.

Okay, buddy.
I'll be right out.

Listen.

Come home drunk again
and you sleep outside.

What a woman! Why don't you
say hello to my buddy?

He was so drunk last night -

Let's go, buddy.

She'll keep going all day
if we listen.

All women are the same.

They nag you so much
you end up in a bad mood.

After work, let's have a drink.

- Good morning.
- Have a nice day.

Shima is a good man.

But I can't stand that tic of his

or that wife of his.

Morning.

Weigh this.

We don't sell cabbage by weight.
There's a set price per head.

You expect me to pay
for the bad part?

What a greedy vendor!

You can't accuse me of that.

You know my greens
are a lot cheaper than in town.

Cheaper and worse.

Your stuff doesn't even come close
to the ones in town.

All this about a head of cabbage.

I don't have to listen
to your chattering.

Take it.
You don't have to pay.

What?

I'm not a beggar!

I asked the price.
I'm a customer, aren't I?

- But you treat me like -
- I'm sorry. It just slipped out.

Let me weigh it for you.

Why count?

No one cares
how many hairs it has.

You may be right,

but for me,
there must be just 30.

Watching you work
is a pain in the neck!

Hey, who got you
pregnant this time?

There's my Umeko.

I hear you're with a new young guy.

You've gotten prettier.

Hey, we haven't done it
for a long time.

Take a break from the young guys
and let me have a little.

Too good for us?

Why not have a good time
with me again?

How are our children?
Are they all well?

This is a great disaster to us,
Katsuko.

Your aunt is in the hospital
for an operation.

God knows till when.

I've arranged for your mother
to pay the expenses.

But even though
it's her own sister,

she wants us
to pay it all back

out of the monthly expenses
we spend on you.

Just think about that.

You owe it to your aunt
after everything she's done for you.

You must work very hard.

You know what worries her
at the hospital.

If you were more attractive
and had a better figure,

you could get a better job.

But this is all you can do.

To make up for it,
do your aunt's share, too.

Understand?

Your nature isn't even human.

Nor animal.

I'd have to say your nature
is purely vegetable.

Hello! It's Isemasa.

Drinking as usual?

I shouldn't say this
to a good customer,

but he's really lazy.

He drinks or sleeps
while you and his wife work.

Now that his wife is in the hospital,
he makes you work all alone.

You've gotten thinner, too.

Here, take this. It's good.

See you later.

Hey, how are you?

Why don't you answer me, asshole!

He has the eyes of a dead man.

He gives me the creeps.

It's just as though he was dead.

I'll bet his blood
is as cold as ice.

Our house ought to be
built on a hill.

We Japanese
used to build houses

in valleys and mountain coves.

We've always
preferred the lowlands.

That's true.

I saw pictures
of foreign countries.

They have their houses
in high places,

but ours are in low places.

There's a reason for that.

There are many earthquakes
and typhoons in Japan.

Wooden houses in high places
are easily shaken

by earthquakes and typhoons.

So they chose the lowlands
to avoid the danger.

But that's not the only reason.

The Japanese prefer soft light

to bright sunshine.

We like shady places.

We like to live
in the midst of nature.

So we couldn't get used to
concrete houses.

That's right.
I don't like concrete houses either.

They're too cold for me.

But we shouldn't forget
one thing.

It's true that wooden houses
suit the Japanese people.

But we mustn't cling to
our culture and characteristics

if we become weak and
lose endurance as a result.

By living in houses

made of stone, iron,
and concrete,

foreigners have strengthened their
characters and capabilities.

Now we're building
our own house.

We must take our future
into consideration.

We must think of you,
your children,

and your grandchildren.

Yes, that's true.

He must have been handsome
when he was young.

He still is.

Someone went over
to see him one night.

"Someone"?
Trying to take a dig at me?

What makes you think that?

Well, did you go all the way?

You always brag
about getting what you want.

Something must have happened.

Once I'd made up my mind
that I wanted him,

I washed myself with a real perfumed soap
at the public bath

and went over to his place.

How exciting.

So did it go well or not?

Well,

when I was just about
to enter his house,

I heard an awful groan.

I opened the door a little
and looked in.

He was asleep.

He must have been
having a nightmare.

He groaned
as if he was being crushed.

Then he suddenly woke up...

and said,

"Ocho" in a low voice.

It was like a voice
from the grave.

It gave me the chills.

And I ran away from his place.

This mackerel is no good.
It's stale.

But this one -
A fresh fish has tight skin.

Look at this.

It's peeling off.

Another one.

That's all for tonight.

Come on.
Don't be so mean.

- No, that's all.
- Why?

Buddy, it sure is good to see you.
Come on in.

I'm not so good.
I want to talk to you.

All right.
Have a drink first.

Come in.

What happened?

I can't stand
my damn wife anymore.

I feel like I'm some kind of dog,
all tied up.

I don't really understand,
but that can't feel good, can it?

Of course not.

It's just like having a bucketful
of sand poured over your head

while you're eating.

You know what?

You sure do have
your share of troubles at home.

- Yeah, I do.
- Tatsu's stubborn.

She's good-natured, but
she loses it when she gets mad.

What's that?

What did you say
about the sand?

Did she really pour sand
over your head?

No, it only felt like that.

She was acting really grumpy,
so I asked why.

She said it wasn't
any of my business.

I told her,
"Then don't be like that."

Then she said,
"Why shouldn't I?"

How do I know why?

I didn't know what to say,
so I had to yell.

I said, "Get out!"
But she ignored me.

So I got out myself
and came here.

After all,
a husband has some pride.

Doesn't he, Hatsu?

You're so right.

Husbands have to work
hard enough outside.

It's only natural

they want their wives
to be nice to them.

But my wife isn't like that.

She's like a nail
digging into a cavity in my tooth.

- That's too bad.
- Yeah.

- Women are really impossible.
- Yeah.

They have too much free time.

They enjoy turning a little thing
into something huge.

That's right.

- I'll tell her a thing or two.
- You will?

Now, now. You're drunk.

Don't be ridiculous.

This much won't get me drunk,
right, buddy?

- But you'd better not go now.
- He's right.

- I will go.
- No. Don't go.

You'd better not.
Don't go, okay?

I'm fine.
Just shut up and listen.

Leave it to me.

- Okay, then.
- Are you all right?

I'm all right. I'm going.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, bye now.

He's gone.

I'll have some. Pour me some.

You want some sake?

My hands must be drunk, too.

You're spilling it all over.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

You're Hatsu's Yoshie,
aren't you?

This is a big surprise.

I feel sort of funny.

Strange.

My heart isn't beating at all.

Let me see.

It's thumping all right.

It's moving my hand.

Oh, is it?

How is your heart?

- Feel for yourself.
- May I?

It takes too long this way.
The hell with your heart.

Hold on a minute.
Not so rough. Wait.

Am I rough?

What's the matter?

Don't go to sleep there.

You'll catch cold.

No, I won't.

Hello, boy.
You can have that there.

Thank you.

Cook the fish
before you eat it, though.

Don't come in
while customers are here.

You again!

There's nothing for you here.

No use standing there.
Get out.

Wait.

Don't be so mean!

Thank you.

I've been thinking all evening

about the house we're building.

Looks like you're sleepy.

No, I'm not sleepy.

I'm listening.

The gate comes first.

The gate is the face of a house.

The face shows the character.

That's right.

Since we're building a house
on a hill,

it must be in a European style.

How about rococo?

Or Spanish style?

British style isn't bad either.

They're a bit showy.

It should be neither too fancy
nor too imposing.

I want a gate
both plain and inviting.

What do you think?

It's made of iron,
yet it doesn't seem cold.

It's not so showy,
rather inviting.

Yes, it's nice.

It will be a deep green.

But it must be painted red first,
anti-corrosive.

The gate is finished.

No, not that.

Those are my tools.

The money is over here.

There's not much,
but I'll give you some.

That's all I have now.

Come again if you need more.

I'll save some up for you.

Close the shutters.

Come in through the door
next time.

Look at this.

This is real roast beef.

Cooked rare very nicely.

The inside must
remain red like this.

You want it?

No, you eat it.

I don't like raw meat.

Now that the gate is made,
the fence comes next.

Yes, that's right.

Since the gate is made of iron,

the fence will be made
of iron bars, too.

Nice, isn't it?

Yes, it's nice.

Very nice.

Katsuko!

You look like
you're about to collapse.

You can only work so much.

You've got a right
to think of yourself.

I know you work day and night.

But you shouldn't have to
for that drunkard.

Think of your health
and don't overwork yourself.

You've gotten thinner.

Here, take this.

I took a bite, though.

That darn drunkard.

He can go to hell!

Be careful!
You nearly got run over.

What if you got killed?

You're not allowed
to sit on the tracks.

And you were sitting right there.
Unbelievable!

Hillbilly!

TROLLEY FREAK

It's me.

Prices have gone up.
It's a problem.

You won't even believe
how much salted salmon cost.

I know. It's really horrible.

I wanted to buy a slice of pork.
Just one slice.

And the price
really shocked me.

Those two and their husbands -
I can't believe it!

They've swapped husbands!

Of course everyone has
her secret affair.

No one's putting that down.

But they're too open about it.

They still get along
with each other.

Their husbands too.

Hope this good weather will last.

Yeah, I hope so.

See you, buddy.
- See you tomorrow.

Hey.

Now,

we're going to finish our house.

That's right. Exactly.

The color of the walls,

excluding the doors
and the windows,

will decide
the feeling of the house.

What color would you like?

Let's see, I'd like...

white.

White?

I did it white as you said,

but it's too common.

Wonderful!

Yes, it's nice.

I'm going to kill you!

Come and get me, bastards!

What's wrong
with your husband?

Who knows? He gets
drunk like that sometimes.

What, you old fart?

He's all right.

It's all right.

What did Mr. Tanba
tell you that time?

Well...

Shall I change places with you?

What, you old fart?

Let me trade places with you.
It's tiring to do that alone.

I really felt deflated.

Trade places with him?
It's not like it was manual labor.

How could I ask him?

I felt ashamed and went to bed.

It's a slight change of design.

It's not a great change.

But you put in so much work already.

I mean that porch.

It's too small
for any practical use.

You'll want to play on it

or look around from it.

Yes, you're right.

We should redo it.

That's a much better shape,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Don't give me that look.

I must eat this much
for the baby.

What's the matter, Father?

Why do you look at us
so strangely sometimes?

Oh, I'm only surprised at
how big you've grown.

I'm fed up with everything now.

Life is nothing but pain to me.

When I get up in the morning
and get ready for breakfast...

thinking I have to do
everything all over again,

I just lose my strength.

Food doesn't taste good.

I lose my appetite.

When I go to the public bath...

I'm disgusted
to see myself in the mirror.

Naked, I look
really disgusting and filthy.

I can't stand myself.

At this point,

the only thing I want...

is to die quickly.

I want to disappear
from this world.

This powder is used
in engraving.

It's a very strong poison
not sold to the public.

You'll die without pain
an hour after taking it.

If you really want to die, take it.

Thank you.
It's very kind of you.

Good-bye.

I wasn't always like this.

I used to run a kimono shop.

I had a wife and two sons.

I had five employees
and a servant.

I even had two mistresses
and lived in luxury.

But...

after my sons were called up
for military service

and were killed
at the China Front...

I lost interest in business.

My wife fell sick
and died six months later.

My house was burnt
during an air raid,

and I lost everything.

I had to let my mistresses go.

I earned my living
by peddling toys.

Still, my dead wife and sons
appear in my dreams

and talk with me every night.

They laugh and talk

as if they were alive.

You must be happy
during those times.

Yes, I am.

You feel that happiness
because you live your life.

In other words,

they are alive
as long as you are alive.

Is it all right to kill them
by killing yourself?

You said this poison would
take effect in an hour.

Can't I stop it now?

It's only been five minutes.

The effect of one drug
can be mitigated by another.

In medicine,
there are laxatives and astringents,

digestives and counteractives,

things like that.

Is there such a medication
for this poison?

Of course there is.
Every poison has an antidote.

I'm not sure if I have any.

- Look for it.
- Just a minute.

Hurry up
and give me that antidote.

Where is it? Where?

Not there?

Where is it?

Hurry!

Give me the antidote now!

Murderer!

Give me the medicine.

Murderer!

Don't be so upset.

It's only a digestive you took.

This is nothing
to get upset about.

Just keep still.

Close your eyes.

Lie still with your eyes closed.

It's nothing.

Close your eyes!

Do it!

Why are you making a fire?
We don't need hot water.

I have to boil this fish.

Fish? Let me see.

Sour mackerel.

It's not raw.
It's pickled in salt and vinegar.

But the sushi chef
told me to cook it first.

It must be a mistake.

We don't boil sour mackerel.

But -

Now let's consider the kitchen.

The modern style is convenient.

But to make the best food,

our traditional style is preferable.

What do you think?

You mentioned Hei's woman.
Isn't she the one called Ocho?

I don't know.

She just invited herself in?

- She doesn't look that pushy.
- Don't be fooled by her looks.

I once knew a woman
who looked just like her.

Women like that
are extraordinarily sensual.

They don't lose interest in sex
no matter how old they are.

Wait and see.
She'll eat him alive.

Supper is ready, please.

Old man, there's something
common to all women,

15, 30,
no matter how old they are.

A middle-aged woman
sometimes looks

as innocent as a teenage girl.

A 16-year-old girl
sometimes gives you a look

as if she were a 35-year-old woman.

Women are really devilish.

Stop crying, Taro.
Umeko is worried about you.

Father.

What is it?

Is it true
we aren't your children?

Think for yourself.
Do you think you aren't?

I know every one of you is mine.

So, you're all dear to me.

But if you don't love me

and if you don't think
I'm your dad,

then I am not, right?

But people have always said

that we aren't your kids,

that our fathers are all different.

And they didn't just tell me,
but also Jiro,

Hanako and Shiro.

People say what they want.

You can't stop them from saying
all kinds of things.

Right?

No one can really tell
whose child is whose.

If you believe
someone is your dad,

then you are his son.

If someone says
you aren't my kids,

then you ask him
about his own father.

I'll bet he can't answer.

After all,
it's either you believe me,

or you believe the others.

Who do you believe?
- You, Father.

I like my sister.

The mackerel isn't the reason.

If the fish was spoiled,

we'd have hives
or feel nauseated.

But neither of us
have those symptoms.

That is to say,

this isn't food poisoning.

It's only diarrhea

caused by exposure to the cold.

Yes, that's right.

I'll be back.

The operation
turned out all right.

I've had a good long rest
for four months,

and I'm told to rest even more.

I don't think
I've been this happy

since I was born.

But one thing worried me

after I came home.

It's Katsuko.

She's become so thin
and sick-looking.

She earned our living all alone.
That's why.

There must be something more.

It's time, Katsuko.

You need to prepare
your aunt's dinner on time.

Make it according
to the doctor's recipe.

This house?

Excuse me.

I'm a police investigator.

Do you know him?

No, I don't.

It was at night,
so you may not recognize him.

But you must remember
that you were robbed.

No, I don't remember that.

Strange.

This fellow was arrested
a week ago for burglary.

He confessed to
having robbed you too.

That's not what I said.

It's true that I snuck in here
and tried to steal that box.

But he told me
it was only his tools

and gave me some money.

I don't know
anything about that.

I admit it myself, so it's true.

You told me
to come for money again.

No, I didn't.
You must have dreamed it.

Maybe he's senile.

Can someone who's senile
do work like this?

Didn't he break in
or steal anything at night?

No, nothing like that happened.

What a waste of time.

Excuse us.

- We have guests.
- Hello.

Come in.

Come in.

You don't have to hesitate here.
Come in.

Excuse me.

Come and greet my colleagues.

I can't get it to start.

This is frustrating.

I have to do all this for a bunch
of bastards crowding the place.

Did you see the chief today?

He took out a cigarette
and struck a match.

Then the explosion!

The whole box,
right by his nose.

Meet Mr. Igawa,
Mr. Nomoto, and Mr. Matsui.

This is my wife.

Nice to meet you.

I'm going to the bath.
The fire's lit.

I'll warm some sake.

Let me ask you a question.

Have you ever found a way
to get rice from a rice store?

I don't mean borrowing,

I mean taking it
right in front of their eyes.

You take a big pot
and get it all wet on the inside,

and have it filled
at the rice store.

Try to get it on credit
and they'll refuse.

You throw the rice out,
but the pot is wet.

So some rice remains
stuck to the sides.

If you repeat that three times,
you'll get enough for a meal.

Great, isn't it?

The sake is ready.
- I'll get it.

Mr. Igawa, please.

Mr. Nomoto.

We'll start with Mr. Igawa,
our superior.

What is it?

Say, Shima.

We're not welcome here,
are we?

Did I say something wrong?

No. You're a good person.
I know that.

But what's wrong with her?

You introduced her as your wife,
so we greeted her politely.

But she -
- I'm sorry.

I apologize.

It's just that
she's rough and selfish.

Don't apologize.
I'm not blaming you.

You're a good person.

That's why I'm outraged by her.

Who is she?
How can she call herself a wife?

I'm not mad about
how rude she was to us.

But what a way
to treat her husband!

She doesn't greet you
when you come home.

And she leaves you alone
with your guests.

I can't take it!
That's not how a wife should behave!

If I were you,
I would kick her out!

That's why...

I'm apologizing to you.

You don't have to.

You're really a good person.
I'm not blaming you.

You should kick her out
instead of apologizing to us.

As fellow men, let me say this.
That kind of woman -

How dare you say that.

What has my wife done to you?

How can you tell me
to kick her out?

- Let's not fight, Shima.
- It's fine.

Let's listen to him.

She's my wife.

Sure, my wife -

She might seem worthless to you.

But she's been through a lot
because of me.

Even when we had nothing
to eat but water,

she's stuck right by me.

You don't know

how she fought
to make a living with me.

That rice-pot story -
She did that.

What right do you have to tell me
to kick her out?

Tell me.
What right do you have?

I understand.

I was wrong. Forgive me.

Let's have a drink.

Shima.

You won't talk to me.

I understand.

I can't say anything
about you blaming me.

Not after you saw what I did.

What was the matter with me?

I don't understand myself.

Something like
a wild beast was in me.

I couldn't control myself.

It wasn't like I loved him
more than you.

Believe me.

I know you suffered a lot.

But I've had
a hard time of it too.

My mother felt sorry for you.

She didn't forgive me
as long as she lived.

Since her death,

I've hated and blamed myself.

I hear that even a criminal
who's committed murder

is pardoned
after serving his time.

If there's something
that would satisfy you,

please tell me.

I'll do anything
to make it up to you.

GYNECOLOGIST

I don't care how it happened.

Just be honest
and tell me who it is.

I have to know
so I can decide what to do.

Tell me, Katsuko.

Who is the man?

What's wrong with him?

He's been going
to the bathroom a lot.

He must be very ill
if he can't walk anymore.

I feel sorry for him,

but I wouldn't talk
to his stuck-up father.

If the diarrhea doesn't stop,
he'd better see a doctor.

It's not so serious.

Right?

Right. I'll be fine soon.

You tried to be nice,
but he's too proud.

No, he isn't proud.

Poor fellow. He's just weak.

I feel more sorry
for the boy, though.

It doesn't matter who did it.

Let me make one thing clear.

You seem to suspect me,
but I didn't do it.

How could I?

She's like a family member,
not just a niece.

She's my adopted daughter,
you know.

So which is it?
Does she keep or get rid of the baby?

She shouldn't keep the baby.

She's too young.
What about our reputation?

She should take medical measures
rather than ethical measures now.

What do you mean? Abortion?

That's right.

And the money?

We'll have to borrow
from your sister.

But we've already borrowed
so much from her.

Yes, we'll have to make it

so that she can't refuse us.

Excuse me.

Is this Katsuko Watanaka's
residence?

Will you come with me?

- What is it?
- An assault.

It may become a murder case.

I see.
Go with the officer.

Are you her father?

Katsuko is my wife's niece.

You said an assault.

How badly is she injured?

She's not the victim,
but the assailant.

She took a kitchen knife
and stabbed this kid, Okabe -

A sake-shop delivery boy.
He's badly wounded.

Hurry up.

You don't have to go see her
right away.

Pay a visit to the victim first.

You can't see him.
He's in a coma.

Come to the station.

Remember,
you're the parents of the assailant.

A fast cure is the only treatment
in such a case.

But there's a limit to it.

I wish I could walk.

I'm sure
I'll be able to walk soon.

I don't mean that.

I'm not asking you
to go get food.

If I can't stand the hunger,
I'll go myself.

Don't worry.

I'm not so hungry.

The longer you fast,
the better you get.

One can live without eating
for a week or so.

Well...

We were talking
about the drawing room.

I proposed the Scottish style.

But I've decided to reconsider.

Well?

What's the situation?
How's Katsuko?

Did she really attack
the delivery boy?

With a kitchen knife?

She really did.

I've been thinking.

There can be only one reason
why she did it.

You agree, don't you?

One reason.
He got her pregnant.

She won't say anything.

No matter
how many times I asked,

she wouldn't tell me
why she did it.

If she had any reason
for doing it,

it would be considered.
The officer told me so.

But she just keeps quiet.

No wonder she can't talk.
She's ashamed.

That's why.

The police want you to come.

What for? She's your niece.

She's your adopted daughter.

I'll have to go there
every day now.

What will I say every time
they ask where you are?

Tell them I'm sick.
I've got nothing to do with this.

They've got no right to summon
anybody for anything.

How dare they!

You won't forgive me.

You'll never forgive me.

What kind of tree is this?

It's no longer a tree
when it's dead.

Luckily it's over.

The delivery boy
will recover in three weeks.

He said this,
protecting Katsuko,

"I don't understand
why she did it.

But I don't hate her.

If the victim doesn't think
she did anything wrong,

then why punish Katsuko?"

A policeman told me so.

He says that
because of a guilty conscience.

If he was stabbed
for no reason,

why should he ask them
not to punish her?

He's as much as confessed
to the crime.

The police want you for that.

They know you aren't sick.

They'll come for you.

Come for me?

Why would they want me?

Katsuko wants to talk to you
in front of them.

What for?

I don't know.

When she learned
that the boy was safe,

she asked them to call you.

I think they already
know something.

Nonsense!

Whatever that wicked girl said
isn't true!

Why are you shouting?

If what she says isn't true,

you don't have to shout

or be afraid of the police.

I'm not afraid of the police!

What proof can they find in her lies?

Hey.

I don't see your friend.
Where is he?

We didn't work together today.
He'll be here soon.

Give me a shot of the devil killer.

It packs a punch
when you're tired out.

The new one I got
is pretty strong.

I've been drinking for years.
The real poison is -

Say no more.

After all,

man can't live without food.

Even a sick man
should eat something.

I'll go get some food.
I'll be back soon.

I'll get something good for you.

Quiet! Who's there?

Just a minute now.
Let me see.

I drank a shot
at that stall over there

then went down a side street

into another bar.

Who's there?

How can you say that, idiot?

Have you forgotten
your husband's voice?

What kind of a wife are you?

It's you.
What's the matter?

A fine greeting. "It's you."

Don't joke around.

You had the devil killer,
didn't you?

So what?
What's wrong with that?

Give me some water.
- Don't ask too much.

Why don't you
mind your husband for once?

Water!
- Here.

This is my buddy, isn't it?

It's my buddy!

Weren't you with him?

No, not today.

I had a lot of free whiskey
after work.

Give me a hand.
He's too heavy.

- Hey.
- What?

- Up.
- What are you doing?

What are you doing to me?

Let me go!

Come on, buddy.

My husband's dead drunk.

And you too, Hatsu?

What did you say?

You call him your husband?
What do you mean?

Look at him.

Give me a pillow.

He's my buddy, isn't he?

It's my buddy!

You still have your shoes on.

You too,
and you carried him up.

What? Me too?

Yeah, I still
have my shoes on too.

Well,

my best wishes to him.

Good night.

Say hello to Yoshie.

Water!
Give me some water!

Here's your water!

I'm back.

I told them you were sick.

The restaurant man gave us
something good.

We forgot
about the swimming pool.

Let's make one.

Oh, yes, let's.

One you'd like.

I'm glad you're talking.
Everything will be all right.

The worst is finally over.

Children are really very strong.

A swimming pool is good.

It'll be in the lawn.

White tiles
in the midst of evergreens.

Still, filling and draining it
will be hard.

The place is on a hill.

We'll need a huge water tank
in case of water shortages.

And the drainage problem.

To drain a pool full of water,

a small drainpipe won't do.

But don't worry.
We'll make it.

This is all your idea,

and the pool will be
good for your health.

Your soup is ready.

It's consommé.

It's best after not eating.

What's wrong?

How was your man last night?

Mine was dead drunk again.
I don't know what to say!

Men are all the same.

I wish they brought home
half the money they spend on liquor.

What makes them do it?

Something just gets into them.

I'm tired of this.

Hey!

- They've swapped again.
- Looks like rain.

- They look happy though.
- Look at that cloud.

Yeah, it's about time.

Go ahead.

I don't see you
at the store anymore.

Oh, right.

Your uncle's disappeared.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

Why did you do that to me?

Why?

I wanted...

to kill myself.

You mean suicide?

But, why did you have to
do that to me then?

I don't know how
to say this right.

I don't exactly remember...

what it was like.

Only,

when I thought of killing myself,

I was afraid
you would forget me.

I thought

you would forget me
soon after I died.

I was so scared.

So scared.

I couldn't stand it.

I had no idea.

Let's go eat something.

I'm not hungry now.

Well, then, some other time.

I'm sorry, Mr. Okabe.

Look, your pool is all done.

Working hard, eh?

Hello!

The maintenance crew had better
finish the job by morning.

This car may be old,

but that doesn't mean
they can slack off.

I must give them a talk tomorrow.
Wait and see.

THE END